#I find it really dirty how it seems like the company really pushed for them to renew since at least december/january but they’re not gonna

[bomnun]

Wait what you said has me confused. Is there no Pentagon comeback now?

Nothing has been officially announced and the only hints we have are members talking about selection of songs for a new album at the fan concert. They don’t even hint at vague things like “see you soon” or whatever, probably because they don’t want to give false hope like last time. They have 7398338 songs in the vault, but Cube haven’t started doing their part yet as in no MV, jacket shoots, scheduling etc. For the time being I will say I still believe it’ll happen eventually, but clearly Cube aren’t feeling urgent about it. (They might still think they don’t have enough money to spend. They’re doing as little as possible from every aspect aside from Idle’s activities.)

For additional context, Cube haven’t announced anything officially for the future aside from idle’s world tour. Nothing has been said on what the next move is for Pentagon, BTOB, Lightsum, or of the two (!) groups they claimed they were going to debut this year.

They add to the end of every Jinho Phantom Singer article that “Pentagon will continue active activities in 2023”, without any elaboration on that, lmao.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Nasty Girl ⟡˖ Older!Rafe Cameron x Perv!Reader ⟡˖

✰ Rafe is an arrogant dick, over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss, you shouldn’t want anything to do with him. So why can’t you stay away? ✰

۶♡ৎ This is a request from my angel @babygorewhore I love you sm, this one’s for you pookie ۶♡ৎ

✰ Age gap (Rafe is early 40s reader is mid 20s), Obsessive behaviors, perverted acts involving panties, gagging, choking, spit kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, pillow humping, pussy eating, cum eating, size kink 18+MNDI ✰

You can’t stand Rafe Cameron. And the fact that you’re so obsessed with him only makes you hate him more. No matter how much you hated the way he walked around like he owned the world, or the rotating door of women he brings around, you can’t shake this irresistible pull he has on you. You shouldn’t feel this way, not only is Rafe a huge dick he’s also over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss. It started off small, stealing glances at him every time you visited your dad at work, dressing in your most revealing dresses and skirts to his work events, making off handed comments and brushing past him when there was clearly room to go around. It wasn’t until you caught him in a bathroom with some lanky blonde bent over the counter while noises that resembled a crow left her body that you finally lost it.

You decided to leave the company charity event early, making sure to pass Rafe’s car and leave your tiny pink thong on his side-view mirror. He wouldn’t know they were yours, but he would know that they didn’t belong to the girl he was currently balls deep inside of because you saw her coral thong pushed to the side. After that it was like you couldn’t stop. You started leaving your panties anywhere you’d think Rafe would find them. In his office on his desk or the chair, his car became a favorite, you even managed to loop one around his drink while he wasn’t looking at the country club once. After the first few pairs you started leaving dirty photos of yourself along with them. Not showing your face, of course. Just shots of your ass and tits, always matching the underwear you planned to leave. You thought about maybe just texting or even emailing them to him but your dad gave him both of those things “in case of emergency”. So you decided to do it old school and take photos on your Polaroid. It was sexier that way, anyway.

But you haven’t done anything like what you’re about to do. You’re upstairs with the sound of loud voices all drowned together barely making it through the thick, high floors beneath you. It didn’t take you long to find Rafe’s room. A double door at the end of the long hall with gold ornate knobs was very clearly the master. You also weren’t surprised he had a keypad lock on his door, especially throwing a party like this. Your dad and his coworkers are everyday businessmen to the sivlian eye but behind closed doors they’re into some pretty deep criminal shit. Luckily you already managed to break into his laptop. It was almost too easy, he navigates technology like a grandpa even though he’s only forty. You had a passing thought about teaching him a more efficient way to organize his work laptop but you quickly shut it down. You’re supposed to hate him. Even if you him to fuck you until you can hardly breathe. He had a whole entire document of passwords and key combinations and you may have written all of them down. So you easily slipped inside after entering the numbers on the keypad.

You spent some time looking around and it was about what you expected. Sleek, expensive furniture, no decorations, the white walls bare aside from a random picture of a boat near the window. It's so clean it almost seems like no one lives here but you assume that’s probably due to the cleaners. You go through his drawers, nothing of interest really, unless you count all the clothes you could potentially steal. His bathroom is just as clean as his room and you can’t help but smirk when you notice a full skin care routine sitting on his counter. So vain. But, you can’t deny a man who is invested in his hygiene is extremely sexy. You smell his expensive colognes, his body wash, even his fucking shampoo. You inhale every single one like it’s your drug of choice. Though, you’re sure they smell a million times better on his skin, mixed with his musk.

After spending some time snooping, your focus turns back to the real reason you came in here. You walk into his large walk-in closet and flick on the light. There’s a glass jewelry case in the middle, filled with designer watches, rings, chains, and sunglasses. You approach it and try to pull open the top drawer when you’re met with resistance, you notice another combination lock. But a lightbulb goes off in your head, remembering the key code marked “jewelry case” before pulling out your phone, finding the numbers and unlocking the drawer with a click. The first drawer is, as expected, more jewelry that matches the items in the display case above. The second drawer though, that’s a different story. When you slide it open instead of expensive designer, it’s filled with lace and silk.

Every single pair of your panties you’ve left for him are in this drawer, along with the Polaroids stacked neatly. Upon closer inspection you notice that they’re covered not just in your cum, but his too. It has your pussy nearly dripping, you were already wet from the minute you saw him earlier tonight but now you can feel your slick dripping down your inner thighs, causing them to stick together under your micro dress. You have to practically drag yourself away from the sight of your underwear under lock and key, almost like they’re treasure, covered in a mixture of Rafe's cum and your own.

You look around the rest of the space and the entire span of the closet is lined with his clothes hanging on wracks. One side is clearly business attire and the other is more casual. Though there isn’t a huge difference, you’ve never seen Rafe in jeans and a t-shirt. You can’t decide if the thought is more sexy or comical. It’s hard to imagine him being well, relaxed. You grab a black button up before exiting the closet, undoing the buttons as you go. A thousand dirty fantasies run through your mind as your eyes roam over the king sized bed. But there’s one you can make a reality right now. The whole reason you came in here. You grab one of his silk pillows and wrap his shirt around it before placing it in the middle of the bed. You turn around to grab your Polaroid out of your bag and then crawl onto the mattress, mounting the pillow. You don’t bother taking your fuzzy platform heels off either, he can sleep on the grime from the bottom of your shoes along with the juices from your pussy for all you care.

You start off slow, running your hands along your body, groping your tits through the faux leather of your dress, imagining that they’re Rafe’s much larger hands. It doesn’t take you long to get worked up, your juices starting to make the cloth underneath you slick. You're so wet that when you start to jerk your hips back and forth on the pillow that you practically glide. The lace of your thong gets pulled tighter, adding extra pressure to your puffy clit. Your dress rides up your hips, revealing your ass and the plush of your thighs as your hips start to speed up. Once you start to really get into it you pull your panties to the side and yank the zipper that goes all the way down the front of your dress down your chest so your tits can spill out. You switch up the movement of your hips every few moments, rotating between using the pillow for leverage and running your hands down your body.

You start to get so lost in the throes of pleasure you almost forget where you are entirely until your white sock covered shin smacks against your pink polaroid camera. You smirk to yourself in remembrance as you pluck it from the bed and turn it on. You hold it above yourself while you press your tits together and spread your legs far enough to show your mound on top of his shirt and snap a photo. You take more than one this time, using almost the entire roll taking pictures of your body from various angles. You shove your fingers in your mouth. Take photos of your tiny thong string nestled between your ass. You even take one with his shirt held up between your teeth. That ends up being the last photo because the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and it has you inhaling deeply while your hips start to subconsciously grind down again.

Rafe practically felt like a madman as he tried for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes to get out of this conversation with your father and their business partner. Every single time he tried to slip away he was pulled back in somehow. But that didn’t stop his eyes from traveling to the tantalizing view on his phone screen every ten seconds. He felt like a cat who caught a mouse it’s been chasing for months. All without even trying. You lead yourself into a trap he didn’t even set and it couldn’t be more fucking perfect. The fact that you had no idea that his entire house was bugged with cameras that he could see directly in the palm of his hand made his cock twitch. Rafe checked his phone the minute he got the notification that someone was unlocking his bedroom door, ready to send security up there to grab a thief. But he was oh so pleasantly surprised when he saw it was you. You weren’t like any of the other girls he’s ever seen in all his time living on this island. Your platform shoes and dark make-up were utterly enticing to him and your bratty attitude made him want to bend you over his knee until you cried. He also knew you were a naughty girl, with a dirty little secret only he knew. Rafe’s obsession for you only grew by the day and now it was at an all time high.

He decided to let it play out for a bit. He watched as you surveyed his blank walls and rummaged through his drawers. Then you made your way into the bathroom and he watched as you greedily inhaled his colognes and body washes. You went into his closet and somehow unlocked his jewelry case. He’d have to figure out how you managed to learn his key codes later. His heartbeat sped up when you reached for the second drawer but the way you looked down at the trophies you had ever so graciously gifted him with elation only made his appetite for you nearly unbearable. What really sent him over the edge though was how you were currently strandling his pillow as you bucked your hips with his shirt held to your nose.

The entire scene had him losing his mind with lust and you just kept taking it further. He watched you pull your tits out, the way you took all those slutty pictures for him and he wished more than anything in the world he could turn his phone up to full volume so he could hear the pretty little moans leaving your lips. He could tell from the avid speed of your hips and the way your eyes are rolled back that you’re close to your end and he’ll be damned if he isn’t there to see it. He finally excuses himself under the guise of having to go to the bathroom and slips up the large staircase with ease.

You're so close. The pace of your hips is so quick that the entire bed shakes underneath you as delicious euphoria is seconds away. You have the corner of Rafe’s shirt grasped tightly in your fist as you hold it up to your nose. The cloth is pulled taunt against your clit just right, drool drips down your chin onto the black material as you take in Rafe’s scent. Heat washes over you and you moan with reckless abandon, too lost in your tidal wave of an orgasm to care if anyone can hear you.

“I knew you were a dirty girl, but this is even better than anything my mind ever could’a dreamed up…” The sound of Rafe’s voice makes you practically scream and you clutch his shirt over your chest on instinct. Your entire body heats as you take in his large form leaning against the closed bedroom door. His arms are crossed and he has probably the most smug smirk you’ve ever seen in your life painted on his face as he looks over at you through hooded eyes.

“Rafe! I - aren’t you supposed to be hosting a party?” You scoff and roll your eyes, clearly trying to change the subject when you’re the one who broke into his room.

“Well… you see…” Rafe stalks over to you like a predator that caught his prey and stops at the end of the bed. He places his large hands on the mattress so he can lean down only inches from your face, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes travel down your body before connecting with your own. “This little unassuming mouse wandered into my den without even considering that I have eyes on every inch of this house.”

“How - how long have you been watching?” You clutch onto the shirt tighter, hiding your boobs and bare pussy even though he’s already seen both on multiple occasions. Something about him knowing it was you was making you suddenly nervous.

“Oh, sweetheart, I get a notification when someone opens that door… I saw everything. What do we have here?” His eyes are blue fire as they land on the Polaroids and he picks one up with delight before picking up another and another until he’s seen every single one. He sets them aside in a neat stack before abruptly gripping onto the shirt covering you and ripping it down your body with a growl. You gasp in surprise and use your arms to cover your nipples while slamming your legs shut. “Oh, no, none of that. Don’t get all shy on me now, I’ve already seen it all.” Rafe grabs the pillow and pulls it from underneath you causing you to fall backwards on the bed onto your ass. “Would you look at that…” He looks down at the pillow with hungry fascination as a low groan rumbles through his chest. You watch as he runs the pad of his finger through the creamy wetness before bringing it to his mouth and holding eye contact with you as he sucks it between his lips. His eyes immediately roll back when your taste hits his tongue. “Fuckin’ delicious. But I’m always tastin’ you secondhand.. I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy directly from the source.”

You’re utterly stunned for a moment. You look up at him with your jaw hanging open while you do your best to cover your most intimate parts when all you want to do is throw your legs open and fully submit to him. You always told yourself if he ever caught you that you would make him work for it. But with the way he’s looking at you now? You can already feel yourself slipping and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Who - who said I was going to let you taste me? And what do you mean secondhand?” You tried to say it in a biting tone but your voice squeaks and betrays your facade immediately.

“Oh, little mouse… this little back and forth we’ve been playing has been fun and all. But now you’ve wandered right into my bed and I’m done playing games.” Rafe abruptly grabs onto your ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed until your feet are dangling off and you try to pull your knees together again but he grips onto them and pulls them back open. “Quit hiding from me.”

His hands grip tightly onto the meat of your thighs, the gold rings on his fingers pinching your skin in a way that has you holding back a moan. The look in Rafe’s eyes is nearly animalistic as he stares down at your puffy, wet pussy. Your little black thong pushed to the side, covered in creamy, white juices. His fingertips travel down your legs gripping hard enough to bruise with every inch. He brings his thumbs to the crevices of your thighs and presses his fingers hard on either side of your folds, pushing your pussy lips together. You can’t hold in the tiny mewl that leaves the back of your throat. He punches your slick cunt together roughly a few times before pulling you apart. Your pussy clicks for him from your wetness as he pulls you open.

“Been waiting for this moment, ya know?” Rafe runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your wetness before bringing his thumbs to rub along the sides of your lips, teasing you. “I knew it was you. I had my suspicions from the beginning. Ever since you walked in on me in the bathroom…”

“How?” Your voice is a broken whisper, any thoughts of fighting back slipping further and further from your mind. Embarrassingly enough, you feel like you could come from just this.

“Well, I was almost positive after that cute little cherry thong…” Rafe grazes over your clit for just a moment before going back to teasing you. “Earlier that day you were wearing these sexy little jeans and when you bent over I got a view of that same thong. Then, to my surprise, the very same pair ended up in my office later that day.” He presses hard on your clit, giving it a few strokes and you think his teasing has finally come to an end but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone. And he goes back to teasing your pussy tantalizingly. “But then, about a week later I saw you sneaking out of my office and I decided to let you get away with it.”

“You decided?” You push yourself up on your elbows and scoff with your eyebrow raised, your irritation with him returning. Rafe just smirks before shoving his thumb knuckle deep in your pussy and curving it against your walls. It makes your eyes roll back while you wriggle underneath him.

“Yes, princess, I decided.” His other thumb presses on your clit hard but doesn’t move. “Once I was positive it was you, I wasn’t ready for it to stop. Especially once you started leaving those little pictures for me. Who knew you were such a dirty slut.” He pulls his fingers from you before landing a harsh smack on your clit causing you to yelp.

“So you knew it was me and didn’t say anything? And then proceeded to keep them in a treasure box and jerk off all over them? Pervert.” Rafe slaps your pussy again, three times in succession.

“Stop being a fuckin’ brat. If I’m a pervert, what does that make you, huh?” He slaps your pussy even harder and then brings both of his hands down on your inner thighs with a loud smack. “Leaving me your panties, takin’ dirty photos for me, I saw you inhaling my cologne like it was a line of coke. And now I caught you in my bed, coming all over my pillow. You’re a nasty. Little. Girl.” He punctuates each word with a slap to your cunt and you can’t help but moan loudly for him.

“Yeah? Well you’re a nasty old man.” Your chest heaves but you still manage to paint a cheshire smirk on your face, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you use the last of your resolve against him.

“You know what? I’m sick of your bratty fuckin’ mouth.” Rafe grips onto the thin strings of your panties and pulls them down your legs before balling them up and shoving them in your mouth. The sudden intrusion makes you gag, but it’s not unwelcome. The act of dominance and the taste of yourself on your tongue has any and all attitude in you evaporating from your body. He grabs your chin and roughly shakes your head side to side. “That’s better. You gonna be a good girl and let me taste that perfect cunt now or do I need to beat the attitude out of you?”

You moan around the lace in your mouth and drop your knees to the sides, offering yourself to him. Rafe looks at you devilishly as he lays on his stomach on the mattress and throws your legs over his shoulders. He runs his nose along your inner thigh as he takes in your sweet scent before hovering over your pussy and inhaling deeply.

“Smell so fuckin’ sweet, bet you taste even sweeter.” The flat Rafe’s runs through your folds up to your clit before circling it a few times. He nips it with his teeth and shoves his tongue as far as it can go inside of you causing you to cry out and arch your back off the mattress.

“Quit wiggling.” Rafe growls into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. His large hand splay on your hip, holding you down as he eats you like a man starved. He circles two fingers at your entrance before pressing them knuckle deep inside of you. He caresses your sweet spot while sucking your clit into his mouth and it has an explosion of pleasure washing over your body as your orgasm consumes you.

Rafe pulls off of you when you come down from your high and brings the fingers that were just inside you to his chin dripping with your juices. He smears it around before sucking his fingers clean, groaning like he just ate the best meal of his life. He leans forward and plucks the panties from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss is dominating and he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swirling it around and coating your taste buds with your own cum. He leans back to admire you and he feels like his cock is going to burst. Your hair is a mess, your dark lipstick is smudged and slick, and the zipper on that tight little dress is barely hanging on. Your tits are on full display as you lay like a perverted little angel with your legs spread beneath him.

“God damn. I’ve gotta fuck that pussy, baby.” Rafe pulls the zipper of your dress the rest of the way down before leaning up on his knees and reaching for the buttons on his shirt. “Take that shit off. Leave the socks and shoes though.”

He licks his lips as he continues to unbutton his shirt while his eyes practically swallow you whole. You quickly rid yourself of your dress and push yourself up onto your knees to watch him undress. You have to stop yourself from jumping him when he gets his shirt all the way off, his perfectly toned body towering over you. When he gets his pants down enough to get his cock out you can’t even hold in your gasp. He’s huge. So thick you aren’t sure you could wrap a single hand around him and so long that you aren’t sure if you could take him all down your throat.

“Fuck. I don’t know if that’s going to fit…” Your eyes are the sizes of saucers as you stare at his cock with your jaw slack. Those words make Rafe feel like he’s going to go insane and his hand flies to your hair, grasping onto it at the nape of your neck and yanking your head back.

“Oh, it’ll fit.” His tongue slides over his teeth and he takes his shaft in his hand so he can rub his precum along your lips, adding to the mess. Rafe uses his grip on your head to manhandle you onto your back before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He smirks down at you while he pumps himself in his hand. “You want it?”

“Yes, fuck. I want it so bad.” You tilt your hips towards him searching for any kind of friction but his hand presses down on your hip, stilling your movements.

“Oh, come on, baby doll. You can do better than that. How bad do you want it?” He taps the head of his cock against your clit a few times before running it through your folds. You try to angle your hips to push him further inside of you and he just tuts at you like you did something naughty before pulling his cock away entirely. “Let me hear it, beg.”

“Please, daddy, I want it so bad.” Rafe breathes out heavily through his nostrils and grips onto your throat, leaning down so his face is inches from yours.

“Oh, little mouse.. you’re just full of surprises, huh? I don’t think you know what you’ve done.” Rafe chuckles darkly and leans back up onto his knees, positioning his cock at your entrance. He presses his head into you and he’s so thick you already feel so full by the time he’s only a few inches in.

“Oh, god. I don’t - I really don’t know if it’s all going to fit.” The air is nearly taken out of your lungs when he thrusts his hips forward and you’re sure he’s all the way inside of you now but he pulls almost all the way out before slamming his cock into you to the hilt with his hips flush against yours. “Holy shit, oh my god.”

“I thought you wanted it so bad, now you’re whining that it won’t fit? I’m gonna fuckin’ make it fit and you’re gonna take it like the dirty little slut you are.” Rafe rams his hips into yours at a brutal pace as he grips onto your throat again and squeezes tightly. His free hand comes to rub circles on your clit and it makes your vision blur. “Yeah fuckin, take it. You gonna come for me? I can feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yes, fuck daddy, please make me cum.” Your voice is a broken sob as your makeup smears messily down your face. “I’m so fucking full.”

“Yeah, that’s right, sweet thing. Give me your cum.” That’s all it takes to have an all consuming orgasm washing over you. Your walls convulse around Rafe’s thick length and he picks up his thrusts, chasing his own high. He uses his grip on your throat to press you down into the mattress and your legs fall down onto his hips. You lace them around him and this new angle has him hitting so deep you swear you’re going to feel him for days. The hand not on your throat hooks onto your bottom teeth, pulling your jaw open so he can spit on your tongue. You swallow without asking and then suck his fingers into your mouth greedily.

“You’re so fuckin’ nasty, ya know that? Letting your dad’s boss fuck you till you cry while he’s right down stairs. Leaving me your little fuckin’ panties. This perfect god damn pussy.” Rafe is babbling like a man possessed as he pumps into you hard and deep until his cock starts to twitch inside you. He growls as he fills you with ropes of his cum. When he pulls out you feel nearly hollow and then he shoves his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, collecting some of his cum on his fingers. You pull his hand back to your mouth and lick his fingers, moaning at your combined tastes.

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you, little mouse.” Rafe stares down at you with a hunger that’s laced with obsession and you don’t even care because you’re just as obsessed as he is. “You’re mine now.”

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Dividers by @anitalenia

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part lll

In case you haven't read the other parts yet, here they are: JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part l Satoru Gojo sharing a bed with (y/n) at a love hotel (part ll)

This is the first time ever that I'm writing for Yu and Choso, so please let me know what you think<3

Pairing: Toji x reader; Geto x reader; Yu Haibara x reader; Choso x reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings: Some language, a loooot of fluff in every part!

Toji Fushiguro

You blink against your heavy lids, head pounding the second you are greeted the dim light of the room. Immediately, your body starts shivering from the cold that prevails wherever you are. What happened? How did you end up here? It looks like you’re in a basement, a stony and dirty one. Your trembling figure lays on top of a bed as it seems, feet chained to the frame. Fuck, how did you end up here?

“Oh, look who’s awake. Did take you quite some time, sweetheart.”

His voice sounds distant and unpromising, the cheeky tone vibrating in it sending shivers down your spine immediately

“Where am I?”, you question with surprisingly firm voice.

“Hm, to be honest I’m not sure. Are you comfy or do you need company?”

He steps into your sight and your breath hitches for a split second. Yes, the man standing in front of you is extremely handsome, with shoulders built like cannonballs and his tight shirt that shows every trained muscle of his body. And that face…oh, what a lovely face. But the darkness that radiates from his eyes makes your stomach drop. This man means nothing but trouble.

“Touch me once with your filthy hands and I’ll slice it off”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Desperately, your worn out body fights against the chains on your ankles as his frame draws closer, but there’s absolutely no chance for you to escape.

“I wonder how long it will take Jujutsu High to get that you’re gone”, he comments, hand gripping your chin firmly so you are forced to stare into his cold eyes.

“Huh, you’re quite handsome. No wonder that Gojo boy likes to spend time with you. You’re quite feisty though.”

You forcefully pull away from him and stare down at your shivering figure. They will find you, right? They just have to…

“Comfy, huh? I’m actually a little worn out myself, would you mind to scoot over a bit?”

“Stay. Away. From. Me.”

Your words are like venom, eyes so dangerously flashing at him that Toji escapes a chuckle.

“Your cold, bet I can warm you up a little.”

He doesn’t give a fuck about your little protest. Instead, he pushes you against the wall and lays besides you, body’s forced to touch inside the small bed.

You can’t help it. Before you get a grip of yourself, your cheeks turn dark red while you gaze at him through glittering eyes. Fuck, why does he have to smell so absolutely delicious? And the heat that radiates from his body seems to warm you through skin and bone.

“Hehe, I knew you’d like that. First time lying next to a real man I guess.”

“No, your just stinky”, you blurt out.

His face drops immediately, as well as what’s left of your sense of humor and spirit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

“You aren’t really in the position to have a big mouth, sweetheart.”

With a swift motion, he lays on top of you, gaze piercing through you as all you can do is to writhe underneath him. Fuck, this feels so good…What? You shake your head, try to calm your hammering heart down. What the hell has gotten into you?

His hand cups your face with a tenderness that you wouldn’t have believed he’s capable of while he eyes you up and down.

“You should be glad. Not many women end up in bed with me on top of them. Today is your lucky day”, he breathes out.

“That I don’t laugh”, you hush.

Your mind and heart are all over your place. Suddenly you aren’t cold anymore but burning hot, the sheer weight of his immense body seems to crush you.

But why on earth does it have to feel so good? This man kidnapped and chained you to this tiny bed. It is obvious that he only causes trouble, not even a gorgeous face can change that.  But the way he looks down at you, his firm body pressed against yours makes it harder second by second to not stretch out your arms to investigate the valleys of his tight muscles.

“You don’t seem to mind sharing a bed with me the way you press your legs together.”

Caught. You hold your breath and look at the ceiling. This will end horrible if you don’t start keeping your composure and stop acting like a horny teenager. This man is evil, he kidnapped you, you are his hostage-

Your hands hold onto his broad shoulder tightly, roaming all over his black shirt.

“Maybe just for a minute or two…”, you mumble.

Geto Suguru

Your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of him and he perfectly made man bun through which you recognize him from miles away.

Geto Suguru is back. Finally, after days, he made it back to Jujutsu High. Your feet start running on their own, too impatient to wait another second.

“Woah, easy there (y/n)”, he laughs as you lung yourself at him and burry your face in the crook of his neck.

It was so easy to fall in love with Suguru, especially when the two of you spent so much time together.

“I missed you so much”, you mumble against his uniform, arms tightening around his chest as if your life depends on it.

“I missed you too, (y/n). Heard that Satoru wants to throw a party, do you know anything about it?”

With furrowed brows, you let go of him. A party? Satoru didn’t mention the slightest about it.

“No, I’m completely clueless. But I’m set on an important mission tomorrow anyway, so no alcohol for me”, you reply.

“Fair enough. Let’s get something to eat, okay. I’m starving.”

For the rest of the day, Gojo makes no secret out of the party he will throw that evening in his (and Suguru’s) dorm.

“I really hope you’ll catch some sleep tonight”, you comment while smiling at Gojo, who desperately tries to convince Nanami to come.

“If not, I’ll just sleep at your dorm. Be prepared”, Suguru jokingly remarks.

Your heart skips a beat. Suguru sleeping at your place? The thought alone makes your stomach flutter in excitement and your cheeks go red. Way too many nights you dreamed of this to happen, to experience what it’s like to rest your head against his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulder while his even breaths brush over face gently. Gojo really doesn’t know how lucky he is to share a room with Suguru.

“I’ll be ready. Just knock on the door twice”, you giggle.

“Check. I have to get going now. See you tomorrow before your mission. Or tonight, who knows.”

Yeah, who knows?

- Later that evening –

Knock knock.

Your eyes snap open immediately. Did you dream that? Your still sleep drunken eyes dart towards the door. Oh, please let it be real. Let it be him.

“Suguru?”, you whisper into the darkness of the room.

No response. Maybe you just desperately hoped it to be him. It’s nothing new that Suguru haunts you even when you sleep after all. Your heart sinks, while you turn to the side. Hopefully he has a great night.

Knock knock.

Instantly, you sit bolt upright in bed. No, this wasn’t a dream. You heard it loud and clearly. Before thinking twice you get up and open the door only to get greeted by his smile.

Oh, that gorgeous smile.

“Is your offer still valid?”, he whispers into the peace of the night.

“Sure, come in…”

You didn’t get the chance to see him like that often, dressed in an oversized grey shirt, shorts and his messy hair let down. But he sure does look breathtaking. So breathtaking that you forget how to move for a moment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do I look this bed?”, he asks while scratching the back of his head.

“No, not at all. You look absolutely handsome”, you blurt out.

Screw your fast mouth, why can’t you think and then speak?

“Oh, don’t flatter me (y/n). Not when you’re the one that’s looking absolutely gorgeous at the moment.”

Your knees threaten to give in any minute, sleep-drunken eyes just staring at him in disbelieve. This has to be a wonderful dream, right? Like the ones you try to rewatch over and over again. But no, Suguru is standing right in front of you, his soft smell radiating from his stunning figure. This is very real.

He clears his throat.

“Looks like the party won’t end anytime soon and I’m just too worn out to be awake another minute. Would you mind going to sleep? I’ll take the floor.”

“No, absolutely not”, you protest.

No way in hell is Suguru sleeping on your floor after a difficult mission.

“I’ll sleep on the chair”, you suggest.

“No way in hell, (y/n). I’m your guest and you’re leaving for an important mission tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll have to share my bed I guess”, you say your thoughts out loud.

Thick silence hangs in the air. God, you wish the floor would swallow you whole. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you suggest something so dumb? There is no way that Suguru wants to share a bed with you-

“If you don’t mind, I’m in”, he replies.

You have to blink a few times, did he really just say yes?

“Do you like sleeping on the wall?”

“Y-Yes…”, you stutter.

“Then get in.”

Your feet follow his instruction on their own, carrying you back into bed. The mattress gives in under his weight, causing your arm to slightly brush against his.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, you mutter awkwardly.

“Don’t be. I always liked to be touched by you”, he admits.

Your heart stops.

“(y/n), what I want to say is that…No bed is as comforting as spending my time with you. I just feel like I like you a little more than just as a friend…”

“I love you”, you breathe out without thinking twice.

God, how much you love Suguru Geto. No matter how long he’s gone, no matter how often you told yourself that there will never be more between both of you than a friendship, you always craved more.

You always graved him. Completely, everything from him.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you just know this has to be real. No more dreaming, no more imagining. Suguru is laying right by your side, holding you close to his body.

“Thank god Gojo throws that stupid party tonight”, he comments, hand gently caressing your face.

“Thank god this dream became real…”

Yu Haibara

You jump up and down in joy, giggling loudly at the sight in front of you. Finally, it is this time of the week again. The time of your movie night with Yu.

“I knew you’d love some sushi, so I thought I’d surprise you!”, he announces, smiling widely.

You don’t know how or when it started. Since you’re both in first class of Jujutsu High, you always spent a lot of time together. Right at the beginning you both discovered your passion for good films. One thing lead to another and now you’re having a movie night each Friday.

It’s way more than that for you, though.

“You’re the best!”, you yell in excitement, embracing him in a tight hug.

“No, you’re the best. Come on, let’s waste no time.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you with him into his dorm.

You can’t believe your eyes.

“Oh my”, you breathe out.

This is way too cute. Yu decorated his room with candles and a fairy light, windows completely darkened. His bed is turned into a blanket castle, tv directed towards it. Your heart flutters, tears start stinging in your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that”, you hush, absolutely mesmerized by how magical the room looks.

“I wanted to do something special for you tonight, (y/n).  Since you are so special to me”, he explains briefly.

His chocolate brown eyes stare down at you with nothing but affection in them. If you could, you would melt away in an instant. What a sweet and caring boy he is. Always there for others, careful about putting a smile on the faces of those around him. You can’t help but admire him for his beautiful soul and character. God, you truly don’t deserve this amount of kindness.

“Oh Yu, I think I need to cry.”

Tenderly, you wrap your arms around him once more, take in his soft scent that sticks to his white shirt that you love on him so much.

“Come on, no need to cry. Let’s get into bed instead!”

Gently, he pushes you into the mattress and hands you a pair of chopsticks.

“As it’s my turn to choose a film, I decided on something Ghibli”, he proudly announces.

All you can do is stare at him in awe. He is so breathtakingly gorgeous that you can’t believe you sit next to him on his bed. Every Friday, your heart skips a beat when gazing upon his features. He makes it look so easy to smile in a world that seems hopeless most of the time, always optimistic.

“Are you okay, (y/n)?”

You shake your thoughts away, cheeks redden. Damn, he caught you staring. He smiles softly at you, hand gently brushing against your arm. Oh, you see stars.

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed I guess…”, you mumble.

“No need to be overwhelmed. You deserve the world! This is a small gesture compared to how great you are!”

By the way his eyes light up you can tell that he truly believes in his own words.

“Hey (y/n), would you mind cuddling a little? I guess I just really love your hugs.”

Time stands still, you fumble for words. If you mind to cuddle, with him? Absolutely not. No, this is what your dreams are made of.

“Not at all.”

“Great!”

Gently, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and positions the blanket on top of both of you, sushi placed on his lap. You let your head sink against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment. Oh, how much you longed for that Friday nights, how much you adore his touch. The unusual sensation of him asking for cuddles sends a shiver down your spine and makes your heart flutter in excitement.

“You know, I love it when we lay in my bed and watch movies. It’s my highlight every week”, he confesses casually between eating some sushi.

“Really?”

“Of course! Your great company and your taste in movies is exquisite.”

You let out a cute little giggle at the way he dramatically pronounces the last word of his sentence, index finger stretched out in front of his nose. Yu never failed to make you smile.

“I just hope this never ends. I really like you, Yu…”

Your confession sounds so strange coming out of your mouth, but you can’t hold it back any longer.

“Well, I really hope you do considering you are my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend!? Your eyes dart at him in shock, mouth hanging open while your mind fumbles for the right words.

Girlfriend? He never mentioned that he’s in a relationship before, especially not with you.

“I mean, you are my girlfriend, right? After all we’re spending so much time together and it’s clear that you like me and I like you”, he adds, confused by the way your expression changed.

“You know that normally, people ask each other out, right?”, you enquire, still staring at him like an idiot.

Yu simply shrugs his shoulders while gifting you with another of his breathtaking smiles.

“Why asking if I already know that we like each other? Seems pretty unnecessary to me. Or do you not want to?”

You can see the way his grin slightly drops at this possibility. No, no, no, this is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes. I absolutely want to”, you blabber out.

He lets out a laughter, arms wrapping themselves around you tightly while your heart hammers against his chest. You’ve been imagining a relationship with him for so long while he’s been living in it for what seems like weeks? You giggle into yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, this is absolutely typically for him.

“I’m glad you’re with me in this relationship now”, he notes.

“Yeah, me too…”

Choso

“Oh my god, this is just way too exciting!”, you blabber, eyes darting around the dark hallway to soak the moment in.

“You know you’re getting kidnapped, right?”, Choso questions.

“But this is my first time getting kidnapped!”, you clarify.

Wow, this is unusual. You seem so unbothered by the fact that your life is in danger than even Choso himself is too stunned to speak.

“Are you gonna torture me too!?”

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

The enjoyment that lights up your eyes, your hands not even trying to fight against the chains and how you roam around in pure pleasure. This was supposed to be a blackmail attempt in order to tease Satoru Gojo out. After all, you are one of his precious students. But it seems like it doesn’t work out like that at all.

“You aren’t human, right? Hm, let me guess…”

“I’m incarnated, dumbass.”

“Oh, that’s really interesting! Would you mind telling me more about yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Can I touch you?”

“No.”

“What a bummer…”

You sign as you look up to his tall figure.

“You’re actually quite handsome”, you comment casually.

Irritated, Choso grabs your shoulder and pushes you against a nearby wall, absolutely thrown off course by your sudden compliment.

“Aren’t you at least a little scared of me?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I mean, the others told me that you are a special grade and I’m a grade 2, so I’m no match. But you don’t seem like a bad guy to me at all, more like quiet and introverted”, you explain briefly.

Urgh, that spark of innocence in your doe eyes makes it hard for Choso to seem unpromising. Maybe it would have been better to send Mahito after you…

No. Something inside him resists this idea. No way in hell will Mahito get is dirty hands on you.

Choso shakes his head and lets go of your shoulders, continuing to escort you. He has a mission to finish, after all.

“May I ask why you brought me here?”

He stops in his tracks while side-eyeing your frame.

“You’re here to attract Satoru Gojo.”

Even from afar, he can’t help but admire your features. Yes, you are very easy on his eyes, the way you stare at him in nothing but admiration, as if he’s something special apart from his outstanding abilities…

What the hell has gotten into him? He is a half cursed spirit, feelings like affection have no place in his world. You are nothing more than an annoying mission to him.

“I’m sorry about what has happened to your brothers”, you suddenly blurt out.

He can’t believe his ears. Slowly, he turns around to face you, features completely twisted in anger until he looks in your eyes.

Your eyes of innocence that are filled with nothing but sadness and sincerity.

“That’s none of your business”, he spits at you.

“Oh, but it is. My people are responsible for you being miserable and you seem like a genuinely nice guy”, you remark.

How ironically, he thinks to himself. To be called nice by a jujutsu sorcerer. You two couldn’t be more different. It’s your job to exorcise curses like him, curses that threaten humanity.

“Get in there”, he instructs you.

You follow the direction of his stretched out finger without thinking twice into the small room on the end of the hallway.

“Pretty nice for a prison, wow, there’s even a bed!”, you cry out and jump on the mattress.

It’s pretty hard, you have to admit. But better than what you’d imagined being held hostage would be like.

“Are you staying here with me?”

“I have no other choice. You’re my mission and I’m in no mood for trouble.”

“Oh, that’s cool! I’d love to chit chat with you!”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at you. After talking non-sense for half an hour, you now lay passed out on bed, snoring softly. How are you even able to close an eye when your life is in danger? If he wanted to, he could kill you without blinking. He signs to himself.

He wouldn’t do that though. Not when something about you seems so mesmerizing. Is it the way your hair falls so perfectly and frames your face? Or how you carry yourself with so much confidence that not even a cursed spirit can break your optimism? Maybe your effortless beauty is the source of all evil.

It’s just…you. He allows himself to get closer, sitting next to your passed out body on the bed. You look so peaceful, as if you’re just lying in bed, waiting for another day to arrive. He wished he could be so carefree, so cheerful.

Gently, his hand caresses your cheek. Why do you have to look so damn lovely, even to him?

“Can you hold me?”, you mumble sleep drunken.

He holds his breath. Fuck, did you just catch him stroking you? No, your eyes are still closed and a few seconds after those words escaped your lips, a soft snoring is heard again. You talked in your sleep. You asked him to…cuddle you.

Carefully, he places himself besides you on this way too small bed, arm hesitantly wrapping itself around your waist. Oh, you feel so warm, your sweet perfume tingling in his nose. What a truly lovely human being you are, so different from all the other people he has met yet.  Maybe…Maybe you are indeed different. Maybe not all humans have to be killed.

“Can you scratch my head?”, your acquitted voice requests.

“Don’t get greedy”, Choso warns you, before massaging your head.

[quaintii]

The CEO

A/N: the strip club scene from the movie, "Alice" and my dirty fantasies made me write this. I stood up for 4 hours revising this over and over so if there's mistakes, pls comment 😭 Hella long too 😭 word count is prob 4k?

Contents and warnings: breeding kink, hair pulling, choking, spanking, blackmail, remote-controlled vibrator, workplace setting, very very filthy smut <3

HEADER CREDITS ARE @mmadeinheavenn

Summary: You worked as a secretary to your CEO for a couple of months now and he was very cold to you and everyone else. You have a secret: you work as a stripper in a prestigious strip club.

You work at Alchemax main building, you're a main secretary for Miguel O'Hara, the CEO in charge. You always greet him with a happy energy every morning, though he doesn't bother to return it back. You find him very cold. You try refusing that you didn't want to take a bite out of him or for him to break you because of his tone and stern glare whenever his eyes would meet yours. The tension between you two was thick. But you ignored it. You still kept your composure whatsoever whenever you would glance at him being furious, he would lash out his anger back at you whenever a meeting didn't go through. Deep down, you enjoyed the degradation, rushing hot blood to your cunt, pulsing."Ms. L/N, seriously you have to keep up with the latest specific studies, you can't keep coming in here turning in reports that were beyond due! Are you sure you're staying focused on this job, Ms? I will have to fire you if you dare make me lose another opportunity for growth of this company." He said with an angry sigh. "Sorry, Mr. O'Hara, I've just been busy with personal issues lately and I don't mean to push aside my work, ever! I'll make sure to meet your expectations next time." You say with confidence. "Okay, one last try. Or you're fired. Get out of my office."

He said while keeping his eyes on his computer. You nod and excuse yourself, walking towards the door, he turns his eyes to your body. Eyeing you up and down. He once again sighed angrily. He wanted you badly even since you first walked through that door. He would jerk himself in the middle of the night, wanting to thrust inside your pretty cunt til you were cock-drunk. Wanting to feel your hot walls wrapping around his cock, sucking him in like a vacuum. Begging for more. He couldn't stop thinking of you. On the other hand, you still push through his grumpy side, just for the money. Besides working this job, you have a small side hustle to gain more money. You wouldn't say you're greedy, you're just meeting your own needs. You thought to yourself if you possibly had an exhibitionism kink…probably.

At midnight, you work at a high prestige strip club, teasing men with your lascivious body. You wore almost nude outfits, begging to be ripped off your brown skin. Tonight you were by far exhausted from the calculations from work, and working as a stripper helped you ease down. You would keep your identity hidden with a wig and do your makeup a different way. You placed on your blonde wig in the dressing room, you wore some black and red lingerie that was decorated with soft silky satin finishes. It was completely exposing, besides your nipples - which had nipple covers on them, hearts to be exact. One of your companions on stage came up to you, "Hey girl, guess who we have today?" "What? Those musty middle-aged men again?" You laugh off. "No..we have a vip here. He seems really hot." She giggled. "Penny, you know that VIPs wear masks right? How could one be hot while wearing a masquerade mask? I'm pretty sure you're just bluffing, don't be a tease, babe." You said while sighing. "Whatever you say, just giving a heads up that I'm going to take him tonight." She said with a squeal.

You were waiting in line for your turn to perform, though things changed as your boss said you had a pole stage all to yourself. "You're one of my favorites and I think you'll lure in the VIP, this is very big for this company, so do well." He said and walked off. Only the best could perform on this stage, as a teen you practiced a lot of flexibility and dancing. Who would've known it'd taken you here, at this moment. As you walk past the curtains, you lean by the walls, posing yourself. You walk slowly to the spotlight by the pole and do some spins and a split, opening your legs to your clothed cunt towards the audience.

Lots of woahs echo in your ears, afterall you were the best one here. You tried to remember what the chick from earlier said, you kept trying to find a man with a masquerade mask but you couldn't. Until you faced your eyes towards the low, lighted bar. He was focusing on your body and face. You sneakily changed your position to face him, swaying your hips to the song, seductively going lower and lower. You raise yourself by your legs hanging on the pole, doing some twists. The man takes a sip of some alcohol then signaling you to come towards where he was. You finished off your show and a lot of groans were heard. As you approached the man in the mask, everyone's eyes were on you. You finally see this man's figure and he was towering. You almost stumbled back because he seemed so frightening. He grabbed your wrist harshly and headed towards the vip lounge rooms. To the last row at the very end is where you were taken. "Quítate la ropa," he said with a grating tone. (Take off your clothes.)

You disobeyed him as it did seem too fast for you, so you did a little teasing. You faced your ass upfront to his crotch. Straddling him slowly with your hips. You heard light groans but nothing more than that. You figured out a way for him to get more pleased. You started giving him a lap dance. Moving your ass upfront to his face. Arching your back on the table that you laid on top. You would move your hips to the side, still teasing, but you stopped as soon as you heard a rough voice whispering in your ear, "No me hagas eso muñeca, yo no la haría si era tu. Quiero ver tu coño." (Don't do that to me doll, I wouldn't do that if I were you. I want to see your cunt.) He said while nibbling your ear. Shivers were sent down to your spine, doing so, you removed your panties and spread your legs at him. "Feliz?" (Happy?) You said in a low tone. "No, quiero que volteretas tu coño y culo a mi, corazón." (No, I want you to turn around and face your pussy and ass towards me, love.) He said with a grinning smile.

Those nicknames drove you wet to your core a bit, so you decided to push his limit. "Y que me pasó si no lo hago casó?" (And what will happen if I don't listen?) You said giggling. You suddenly gasp as you keep his bodyweight laying down on yours onto the satin sofa, feeling his crotch, a huge bulge against your ass. "No te va gustar mucho, amor." He rubbed his hips against yourself, you pushing your ass to his hips, hoping to relieve some friction on your cunt. He moved himself and slapped your ass harshly. You yelp out a moan. "¿Quién te dijo que puedes hacer eso? Yo soy quien mando, cariño. Te gusta eso?" (Who said you could do that? I'm the one in charge here, love. You like that?) He said while snickering softly.

You turn your head around and nod slowly. You bite your swollen lip, your cunt now dripping in slicked wetness. The mysterious man then placed a finger, moving them to your clit. You moan in relief. "F-fuck, please fuck me sir, please…" "Look how wet you are for me..you're such a dirty slut." He said while landing another slap on your ass, making you jerk forward and whimper. "Turn around for me." You do as he said, biting your lips, hoping for something exciting. That is until you notice his mask is off, and your blood runs cold. Your face burns up with embarrassment and you covered your cunt with your hands. "Mr.O'Hara, I didn't know it was you, how did you even find me here, I-i." He placed a finger on your lips, quickly shutting you up. "I know everything about you. Here, take this and wear it tomorrow for the presentation. If you don't, I'll have to fire you for moral turpitude. Looking like dirty, fucking, slut at night and working at my office in day like a good girl." He said, whispering into your ears.

His hot breath and voice once again sparked fire down your core. He quickly left you alone in the lounge room, leaving you to your own rapid thoughts. You couldn't stop hyperventilating from what just happened, you can't afford to get fired! Your whole record would be ruined for doing something so indecent. You couldn't hate yourself more than right now. Round the corner, a red box catches your eyes. You proceed to open it and it's a remote controlled vibrator, though the remote, you assumed, he had. You placed the pieces together and realized you had to wear this to the next presentation meeting. You couldn't let your record get ruined, let alone knowing your boss telling others of what you do at night. You had to face it and put up with it.

The next day, you kept staring at the vibrator. You were nervous, sweat droplets spreading across your face. What if it falls off during the presentation? What if someone could hear the vibrations? You kept wondering about so many endless scenarios about the 'What if.' You took a deep sigh and placed it in your cunt. It was cold against your warm pussy. It felt quite uncomfortable. As you walked to Mr. O'Hara's office, you couldn't gather the courage to even knock on his door nor look at his face after last night. But you did so anyway. "Here are the reports for today, Mr. O'Hara. I made sure they're all good for the presentation soon." You said timidly. "Perfect, thank you Ms. L/N, I hope you remember what I told you last night. Let's see how well you do today, if you fail I'll just have to fire you." He said with a cold tone but with a hint of amusement. You audibly gasped and faced him. His eyes already magnetized onto yours, eyeing you up and down.

You felt yourself getting aroused again, his sculpted features drew you in further. Your mind brings back how his crotch felt against your hips, he was rock hard and it felt heavenly. "I-I made s-sure of that, Mr. O'Hara." You kept stumbling over your words, causing you to scream inside. "Great, you can head out now." He said while grinning. Still eyeing you. You excuse yourself and quickly get out of there, you felt like there was no air in your lungs, you placed your palms on your face wondering how bad this could possibly go. You cursed under your breath.

The presentation was starting, Mr. O'Hara was doing the first couple of slides then you had the rest to yourself. Unfortunately, the presentation was 10 slides long. Many prestigious men entered the room, greeting one another. You sit by Mr. O'Hara's chair, his chair being right in the middle in the very back, facing the board. About 20 minutes pass, and it's your turn to present. "Welcome to Alchemax, I would like to provide you guys with an amazing proposal that would benefit both sides of our companies." You said while switching your eyes with the representatives and Miguel. You see something shift in his suit, and you jolt as you feel the vibrations on. You almost stumble on the floor by the unexpected vibrations. "Sorry about that, probably something I ate this morning. Stomach ache!" You say trying to brush off your jolting. You start with your first slide, glaring at Miguel whenever he would turn on and off the vibrating.

Your cunt was dripping wet. You wanted more vibrations even if you were to embarrass yourself right now and risk your job. You tried your best to pay no attention to how Miguel's eyes would light up dark red, giving you an erotic stare. As if he was unclothing you with his eyes. Watching you break all over something small, he wondered how badly you'd break around his cock, using your body like a a slut you are. As you kept speaking, the vibrations kept increasing which caused you to stutter multiple times. "Excuse me miss, is something ok?" Asked a representative. "Oh I'm sure it's just nothing, don't worry." You smile softly. You then glare at Miguel, for embarrassing you during your big project. But deep down, you enjoyed it. You coughed and continued your presentation. The vibrator started fastening more, your clit becoming sensitive as time went by. It felt like the slided wouldn't come to an end, you felt wobbly to your knees.

You tried your best to not fall and keep your professional composure. Small tears streaked down your cheeks, you had hoped they were unnoticed. You felt like coming until it finally stopped. You let out a small growl, staring at Miguel in dissatisfaction. You were finally done with your presentation which felt like ages. The moment you sat down, Miguel increased it to it's highest speed. You jolted, your nerves and blood rushing through your system. You let out a stifled moan, and proceeded to play it out as a cough. Now that you're sitting, the vibrator is hitting your clit even harder. You felt like the pleasure was going to leave you unconscious because it just felt so good. You had half-lidded eyes looking at Miguel, begging for him to stop but he just smirked at you. You bit the inside of your cheeks, drawing out blood, you kept holding in your moans and breathing heavily.

You felt like your eyes were rolling back to your head. You just rested your head on the chair's head support. Your throat felt like it was about to let out a loud moan and you choked on your saliva. You couldn't hold it in anymore, so you hurriedly left the room and ran to the bathroom. Miguel still kept the vibrator on it's highest setting which made you stumble on the way onto the floor the moment you made it to the bathroom. You placed your arms on the sink, holding yourself up as you felt your cunt pulsing and spasming around the device, finally letting out your moans. Your legs were wobbly and you finally came.

Your breathing became unstable-like, you tried your best to regulate it back. You started at yourself in the mirror, how could you do something so foolish and be caught up in this situation? You pulled off the device and flushed it down the toilet. You finally thought it was over and you could keep your job. That is until you open the door, Miguel immediately barging in and grabbing your waist towards his chest. He closed the door behind him. "God you should've seen how you looked squirming, princess. You looked adorable, you're such a good girl y'know? You should be rewarded." "Miguel, please let this be over…" You gave out more moans as he massaged your breasts. "Todavía no, cariño. Te quiero conmigo, quiero usar tu cuerpo y saber tu precioso coño.." (Not yet love, I want to be with you, use your body and taste your pretty pussy.)

He gruffed as he sucked onto your neck. "Mhmmf.. M-miguel, please…" You whimpered out. "Be a good slut for me, do that for me." He grabbed a hold of your throat, lifting towards his face. His eyes lit up with lust. Your brain was starting to fog up. "Si..Miguel..mmhgfm fuck, please fuck me Miguel." You say with a strained voice as his fingers grip your throat tighter. "Tenga cuidado con lo que pides, amor. Porque ya no puedo detenerme más." (Be careful with what you ask for, love. Because I would be able to hold myself back anymore.) You jumped and wrapped you legs around his waist and hips, his arms holding you up as you wrap your hands around his neck.

The both of you kiss hungrily each other, as if your life depended on it. Both of your lips finally left go to breathe. You stare at his lips and eyes with your lust filled, low lidded eyes. "Miguel, put your cock inside of me, p-please.." You whimper and suck on his neck. He leans his head back and he groans which makes your cunt pulse. "Sé una buena chica para mí, cariño. Quiero que me la chupes. Dios, tengo tantas ganas de cogerte ahora mismo. Mira lo que me haces muñeca.." (Be a good girl for me, baby. I want you to blow me. God, I want to fuck you so bad right now. Look what you do to me doll…) You obey and go on your knees. You lower his zipper and his boxers.

His cock springs out, the base is dark brown while his tip is a pinkish brown. It was leaking with pre-cum, begging to be sucked on. You kitten-licked the tip - teasingly by giving it small kisses on the head. Miguel looks down at you, he could barely control himself to the point he wants to throat fuck you til you can't breathe. You then take half of him in your warm mouth, swirling your tongue around his length. He grabs ahold of your head and leans back on a wall, keeping himself standing. "Mierda.. tu boca.." (Fuck.. your mouth.) He cursed under his breath. You hollow your cheeks and you take more of him as your throat relaxes. He reluctantly bucked his hips, causing you to choke. You loved how his cock tasted, how it felt full in your mouth. You started fastening and Miguel lost full control.

He grabbed your hair and bucked his hips harshly. Hid hips spasming."F-fuck your mouth feels like heaven, amor. Fuck you're taking me so well…such a dirty slut." He moaned. You looked up at him with teary eyes, the sound of sucking echoed. You were squirming and pressuring your thighs together. When you moaned, he loved how tight your throat would get. You felt that he was about to come so you hollow your cheeks even more. He looked down at you, and he finally pumped his semen down your throat, it felt hot and bittersweet. You finally detach your mouth from his dick but licking all of him clean.

It caused something in Miguel to completely break. He grabbed you up and removed your skirt and panties. He bent your back, you arched it even further as he slapped your ass harshly, making you jerk forward. He placed you In Front of a tall mirror. "I want you to look how I fuck you..how good I fucking make you feel. No one will ever make you feel this good. Your pussy is fucking mine." He says while biting on your shoulders with his fangs. He removed all of his clothes and removed your top. "Look at your fucking tits, all of me. Mierda..." He drew out blood and sucked it dry. He lines up his dick In Front of your cunt, teasing it. You couldn't wait anymore, you were too desperate for him to pound you without mercy. Making a complete mess of you til you couldn't walk.

He pinched your perked nipples, making you shiver and bite down on your swollen lip. You look at the mirror, he keeps eyeing you, he would never remove his eyes off of your body. He slapped your ass and moved his mouth to your breasts. Sucked them like it was the last time with you. You let out loud moans."M-miguel please, I want your fucking cock inside of me..please I want you inside of me so bad. P-please..f-fuck." You whimper. He smirked devilishly. "Where do you want me, cariño.." He huffed out. "Inside of my fucking pu-." You were interrupted as he slams his cock inside of you, keeping a steady pace, your throat chokes continuously on your moans, it felt so fucking good. All of the air in your lungs left, you felt him touching your insides. Your cunt pulsing and squeezing him while he pulled out and thrusted into you even harder. You placed your hands onto the mirror, gasping and moaning.

Chanting Miguel's name incoherently like a prayer. You wanted him to ruin you, you wanted to be his cum dumpster. "F-fuck mmhfm m-miguel please stop..s'too much. Fuck..aughmmhffm…" You moaned out in gasps. "Look how slutty you look, taking in my cock so good like a good slut. Such a good girl, your pussy keeps sucking me in princessa..f-fuck.." He moans. He grabs your throat, making you face yourself In Front of the mirror. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back to your skull, making erotic sounds that caused Miguel's cock to harden even more. Both of your bodies were sweating and heaving, making the room atmosphere thicken. You were so cock-drunk, your brain couldn't form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

The only thing you could think was his dick inside of you, deep. You arched your back even more, allowing him to dig deeper inside of your warm pussy. You felt like you were going to fucking collapse by the amazing pleasure. That was until he pulled out. "F-fuck.. I want everyone to see what a dirty slut you are." He huffed and kissed you hard. "M-miguel, what if someone sees us." You said with a worried tone. "Don't you like that? Don't you like to be seen being fucked by me, all inside your pussy, amor?" You nod and whimper. "Y-yes Miguel.." He opens the bathroom door and heads to his office, gathering all the clothes and placing them on his couch. Fortunately, no one was on the floor. He grabs you by the throat, gripping it harder. He slammed your body onto the desk, causing paperwork to fall but you couldn't care less now. Your face and tits were planted on the cold desk, sending shivers down your spine.

Miguel pulled your hips upward, making you arch. He used his fingers to separate your lips and see your glistening cunt. He inserted his fingers inside your pussy and you moaned. He took them out to taste them and he almost came from it alone. You tasted so sweet, like a forbidden fruit. Your pussy pulsated and clenched around nothing, begging for some attention. "Miguel I want your cock inside of me again, please.." You whimpered. "Be a good girl and wait." He licked your pussy up and down and rubbed your clit. You stretch your neck, feeling so good and moaning that your voice was so strained. He slaps your pussy, making you jolt forward. He then grabs you by the waist and pushed your body against the sky high windows. "I want everyone to see how good I'm fucking you..you like that don't you?" He said while smirking. "Y-yes Miguel please fuck my dirty pussy already. Fuck me til I can't breathe." You groaned.

He slammed into your cunt once again, suddenly making you let out a loud strained moan. You kept cursing and yelling his name. Your moans would only get louder as he rubbed his thumbs up and down on your clit, pressing on it hard. His other hand pinched your nipples while his mouth landed on your neck. Your back arched back to his chest, causing him to reach your soft, squishy walls that you thought were unreachable. You could barely control your body's weight. Miguel grabbed both of your hips and bent your back even more. Your face against the window causes it to fog up. His cock slammed harder inside of you, deeper. His claws deepened on your hips. He slammed up into you at a much faster pace than before, hitting all the places he knew you loved. “Eres mia... Mia y mia solo,” (You're mine, mine and mine only.) Miguel whispered into your ear before kissing the skin below it.

His voice had lost its cold underlining, whining out as his hips stuttered. Miguel's hips rocked still before he let out a soft sigh, his cum painted your walls perfectly. You writhed under his large body, riding your own orgasm as he continued to rub your clit. Coming down to a stop you sighed as your body shook at the intensity. "You're my little cum slut, aren't you? Yeah you like it when I fill your pussy up with my cum don't you?" Miguel slowly pulled out, shoving his fingers into me immediately, making my back arch. He pumped his cum back inside of my pussy. You collapse from overstimulation. You wake up a few hours later on a soft bed. An arm wraps around you. You felt warm and cared for. You look up and see Miguel sleeping. He looked beautiful. You want something to happen between the two of you and hopefully become a couple. You moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and he suddenly placed one on your forehead.

[justmeinadaze]

Ying & Yang Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, dirty talk, light spanking, light punishment, light choking, praise, FLUFF

ANGST, Harrington goes MIA, tries to intimidate reader and throws a tantrum with Eddie, mentions of Steve's dad and his struggle with relationships. Protective Edward Munson <3. I think that's all.

Word Count: 5232

Series Masterlist/ Donate to Me

Steve’s head shot up when he heard your familiar giggle at the party he was attending. 

A couple of months passed since his surprise visit for Eddie’s launch and equally surprising departure. His best friend called him multiple times but Steve just didn’t know how to respond. The messages his best friend left on his machine tore him apart as he replayed them over and over just to hear his voice. 

“Hey Steve. It’s Ed. I know you got a lot going on right now but if you could give me a call or text and let me know you’re alright. Y/N and I haven’t heard from you and we’re just a bit concerned. I, um, I love you, man. Talk to you soon.”

One night about a couple of days after the calls stopped, Steve swung open the door incredibly disheveled and coming face to face with you. His normally styled hair was frayed every which way and his button up shirt was hanging off one of his shoulders. 

“Y/N, hey. Hey, honey. What are you doing here? Is Eddie with you?”

“No… I came on my own to check on you. You don’t answer your phone and he’s really worried, Steve.”

The sound of glass clanking in his apartment had you both looking as a young lady in her bra and panties placed her glass of wine back down on the table. 

“As you can see, I’m fine so tell Ed not to panic. I’ll call him when I’m free.”

Your defensive nature and care for the man you love took over as you stood up straighter. 

“You seem free now. Why don’t you take a minute and at least send him a text.”

“I have company.”, he growled as his eyes narrowed. 

“Hm. Well, playboy, if we wait for you to NOT have company we’d never hear from you again.”

“What’s the matter, little girl? Jealous? Fuck off, Y/N.”

As he starts to shut the door, you smack your hand against it holding it open. 

“I don’t care where you stick your dick, Steven, but I do care about how you treat Eddie. He loves you very much and you’re his best friend. If you don’t want to fuck me anymore, that’s fine. If you don’t want to fuck him anymore, that’s fine. But don’t you dare cast him aside like he’s nothing after everything he’s done for you!”

His eyes darken as he takes a few steps forward backing you out of the doorframe. 

“Last time I checked, I don’t report to you. Now this is the last time I’m going to say this. Fuck. OFF!”

You jump as he shouts out his last word and this time you voluntarily take a step back. 

“What about Daddy? He needs us both.”

“Daddy knows where he can find me.”, he replies with distain before slamming the door in your face. 

Since then neither of you had tried to reach out to him, going radio silent on your socials as well. He missed you both so much but things needed to stay as they were. The thing was…Eddie always answered his calls whether it be day or night but now he wasn’t. Eddie texted him throughout the day to tell him certain things and that had stopped as well. He did try and initiate conversation a couple of days after your visit but neither of you answered. 

When he heard your laugh, he thought he was dreaming again. Steve dreamt of you and his best friend every night. But when he pushed the girl he had been making out with off his lap and went towards the sound, there you were smiling at something Eddie was whispering to you as he held you close his chest. 

“Hey guys.”

Both sets of eyes met his and he felt like he could melt into the floor with how beautiful you looked tonight in your dark red, elegant dress that had sleeves that rested on your biceps showing of your soft, tanned arms and a slit up to your thigh that had Steve wanting to fall to his knees to kiss up your leg. 

Eddie, as always, looked equally delicious with his all-black suit that screamed he was in control tonight of not only everyone in the room but you later that night when you both got to your hotel. 

“Hey, Steven. How have you been? We haven’t been able to get a hold of you.”, Eddie replied nonchalantly as he took a sip from the glass he was holding. 

“Yeah, um, I’ve just been really busy with work and—”

“Women?”, the music producer chuckles as he gestures behind his friend towards the wide-eyed girl he had just been making out with. 

“Yeah, I mean, you know how I am.”, Steve breathily laughs as he turns back around. 

“That I do.”

The businessman blinked at his friend’s slightly cold response before focusing his attention on you. 

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“She’s been good.”

At Eddie’s interruption, Steve stood up straighter as his ego started to take over. 

“Can she not answer?”

“No, she can, but baby girl here told me you were rude the last time you spoke with her and came back home crying in my arms. You hurt the woman I love, Mr. Harrington. I won’t allow you to do it again.”

They glared at each other as your boyfriend kept a protective arm secured around your waist. 

“You were right. Daddy knew exactly where to find you; at a party with some random partner’s tongue down your throat while you bury your feelings and avoid being happy. Have a nice evening.”

With that, he turned away from his best friend and led you towards another part of the building. 

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“Eddie, he’s going to make a fool out of himself and do something he can’t take back.”, you whispered in his ear as you watched Steve knock back another shot before making out again with a different girl at his side. 

“Hm. He already did when he scared you which is why he’s acting like this.”, your boyfriend replied casually.

“He didn’t scare me. I said I was worried because he seemed so different than the man you introduced me to. I’m not afraid of either you.” At your last sentence, his eyes met yours as you stuck out your tongue in jest making him chuckle. “Baby, I know how much you love me and how protective you are. It’s one of my favorite things about you. You always say I come first but don’t forget, honey, you’re his Daddy to.”

As you speak, his soft chocolate eyes take you in as he absorbs what you’re saying before heavily sighing and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“What did an asshole like me do to get a perfect angel like you?”

“I imagine it was some satanic ritual that involved a sword of some kind.”, you tease causing his face to light up as the smile you fell in love stretches across his face. 

As quickly as it appeared, it was quickly wiped away when the sound of a subtle gasp and hard smack echoed through the room. 

“Fuck you, Steve Harrington!”, the girl shouted before her heels clacked against the floor away from the businessman as he laughed drunkenly. 

You began to step forward but Eddie hastily took hold of your wrist and pulled you along behind him as he headed where he knew you wanted to go. 

“Steven, get up.”

The man laughed again as he adjusted his body to face you both. 

“Naw. I think I’m good right where I am.”

“I didn’t ask if you were comfortable. I told you to get up and this is the last time I’m going to say it. Get. UP.”

Steve did stand but placed himself in front of Eddie till their noses were mere centimeters apart. 

“What gives you the right to think you can fucking order me around, Edward?’

“Because you’re mine and misbehaving. Good boys get to party, drink, and have a good time. Bad boys get sent home and punished.”

“Fuck you. I don’t belong to anyone.”, he growled but his eyebrows furrowed slightly as if his own words hurt him. 

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way; you decide, little boy.”

His amber irises scanned his friend’s hardened features before glancing over at you. You were being a good girl, waiting for Daddy’s next instruction but even he could tell you were extremely tense. 

You were worried about them both. 

“Fuck you, Eddie. Just let me be me and you go back to your happy life in LA.”, Steve sighed as he swiveled his body to sit back down. 

Before he could, however, your boyfriend grabbed his bicep and tugged him towards the exit. 

“Come on, baby! I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

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The entire car ride back to Steve’s place, Eddie murmured instructions to you mostly making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. 

“Usually, I’m pretty gentle with him but this may require a bit of a rougher touch. I want you to stay on the sidelines until I say otherwise but if at any point you get scared or feel uncomfortable just say ‘Red’, sweetheart.”

“Ok, Daddy.”, you coo as you lean your head against his shoulder. “I love you and he loves you to. Don’t forget that.”

His soft eyes meet yours before tenderly kissing your forehead. 

“Come on, man. Let’s talk about this tomorrow or some shit.”, Steve whined as Eddie continued to push him down the hallway towards his bedroom. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

His best friend continued to remain silent as he complained, shoving him into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You noticed immediately it wasn’t steaming like it had the last time you showered here but the other boy wasn’t paying attention, completely taken off guard when he was pushed into the standing shower and cold water drenched him. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Hitting Eddie’s arm to get him to let go worked for a millisecond before he grabbed his collar with his free hand and pushed Steve to his knees. “This is a $3500 suit, asshole!”

“And mine is $2000. Any other pearls of wisdom you want to share, little boy?!”, the man bellowed as held him in place under the water. “You didn’t want to have this conversation the easy way so we’re doing it my way. We could have done this any number of ways, Steven, but you chose to scream and intimidate Y/N. You disappeared the morning after you surprised us with a visit like we were one of your common whores you fuck on any given night. You don’t answer your phone so I’m fucking done.”

You watch as Steve tries to get the upper hand but even you know how much physically stronger Eddie was. While they both went to the gym and worked out, the long-haired boy kept up with his routine better than the other.

The businessman got a good smack to his friend’s cheek but Eddie managed to wrangle his wrists and pin them above his head. 

“If I had known you fucking my girlfriend would turn you into a prick like your dad I never would have suggested it!”

Both their movements ceased and under his damp hair, you saw Steve’s jaw tighten. As if he had been holding back, he pushed against the other boy’s hold and used both palms to shove him hard against the other wall before opening the glass shower door and stomping towards the bedroom. 

You offered him a towel but he didn’t even look your way, water coating the floor as he walked past. Running ahead of him, you shut his bedroom door and blocked it with your frame. 

“Steve, please. Talk to us.”

 “Fuck you.”, he growled.

Equally wet, Eddie came around the corner and shoved his friend away from you. 

“You don’t talk to her that way.”

“Then tell her to fucking move and you both get out of my house.”

“You know, this didn’t have to be so complicated, Steven. If you didn’t want to be in a relationship with either of us that’s fine. We could have gone back to how things were or just been platonic with each other. We didn’t have to play THIS game.” 

“He can’t go back to that.”, you answer for him. “Can you? Because you care about us to.”

When his honey irises met yours, you knew you were right.

“She asked you something. Answer her.”

“I don’t answer to her.”, Steve remarked with attitude as he glared at his friend once more. 

“Yeah but you answer to me. Do you care about us?”

Both their dominance oozed from them and a shaky breath left your lips at the sight. Daddy and Mr. Harrington were about to go toe to toe so you stepped out of the way and took a seat on the bed as you watched their dynamic unfold. 

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“Do you care about us?”, Eddie repeats. “I do. You were always so good to me and the first person to actually make me feel like I could put my wall down. That night in Vegas when you kissed me, I didn’t even think twice about it when I let you make love to me against that glass window.”

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight. It’s ok. It’s ok. I got you.”

“Mmph…s-s-so fucking big.”

“I know, I know, honey. Do you think you can take a bit more of me?” When Eddie only nodded, the businessman roughly grabbed his cheeks between his fingers and grunted angrily into his ear. “Verbally answer me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. I want more. Please give me more. Oh f-fuck.”

“Good boy. Just keep your hands pressed against the glass and I’ll give you what you need.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered at the confession and the memory before he took a step closer with a mocking smirk on his face. 

“Aw, little Munson thought we were making love? No, honey. I fucked you that night and you loved it. Just like every other night after. That’s why we do what we do. You need me to fuck you and put you in your place.”

“Oh, is that why we do what we do? I thought you needed me to help take care of you when you’re feeling fucking low and to remind you that you’re not the fucking asshole, idiot playboy everyone including your dad thinks you are!”

Steve’s hand clings to Eddie’s bicep as both his arms and body cage him in against the couch while he delivers slow, firm strokes as he thrusts his cock deep into the man beneath him. 

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

The music producer’s lips kiss parts of his friend’s back to his shoulders before resting his chin by his ear.

“Just like that, sweetheart? You like the way Daddy fucks you? Yeah, so fucking good. You look so fucking handsome like this taking my cock. Jesus. I know how to make you cum undone, baby. I got you.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much. Fuck!”

“It’s not just the sex, Steve. Even you told Y/N I’ve pulled you back from the edge a time or two.

The businessman sits on his bed as he knocks back another glass before refilling it again with the bottle of whisky by his bed. Eddie slides a chair nearby in front him, watching him with careful eyes as he takes a sip. 

“I worked really fucking hard on that prototype for 2 years and my father just swoops and creates a cheaper version in 3 months.”, Steve chuckles sarcastically as tears leave his eyes. “Why, man? Why does he do this? He doesn’t fucking care about other people…”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok.”, his friend coos as he takes a seat beside him and presses his head to his chest as he wraps his arms around him. “Like you said, Steve, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I’ve seen all the hard work you put into this. Release it and let people make their own decisions. I’m sure it won’t take them long to realize which product his better.”

“Thank you for coming over, Eddie.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he continues to play with his hair. 

“Please, Mr. High and Mighty! If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have even shown up for that first date with Y/N!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen as the flick in your direction. 

“Why are you so fucking nervous?”, Steve laughs as his friend disappears from the frame to dig around in this closet. “From what you told me, you were suave as hell asking this girl out.”

“It’s because fate was working in my favor. What do you think of this?”, he asks as he flashes him a couple of shirts. “Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Eddie! Calm down and sit.”, he commands as he waits for the man to do what he says. 

“She’s different than the other girls we meet, Harrington, I can tell.”

“That’s good because your ex was fucking awful.”, he chuckles. “Honey, just be yourself and I promise she’ll fall head over heels.”

“That actually comforts me to know you were nervous. You were a bit intimidating the first time we met. You had me the first time you smiled at me though.”, you grin softly his way causing him to flash you one in return. 

When his gaze finds Steve again a thought hits him before he shrugs and reaches for your hand.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s head back to our hotel.”

The businessman’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he watches Eddie pull you towards the bedroom door. 

“But Daddy…”

“No buts, princess. If Mr. Harrington doesn’t want us here then that’s fine. We can maintain our distance until he’s ready to talk to us.”

Clinging to him, you allow him to guide you but a few steps from his front door you hear shoes squeak against the wood before Steve slides to your sides, cups Eddie’s cheeks, and passionately kisses his lips. 

It was rough and needy as he held him to him and their tongues danced together before the pretty boy fell to his knees to hastily unbuckle the other man’s pants. 

This was the first time you were seeing them do something so intimate and you didn’t want to intrude, standing out of the way until Eddie gestured you to his side. His arm wrapped around you and you both watched as Steve wrapped his mouth around your boyfriend’s semi hard cock. 

“Fuck, baby.”

“Does his mouth feel good, Daddy?”, you whisper in his ear as you circle your arms around his neck and your fingers play with his hair. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. So—mmph—warm and wet. He knows how to use his tongue.”

“He does.”, you smile as you kiss his cheek. 

“D-Do you like it, baby? Seeing Stevie suck Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ, I love you.”, Eddie whimpers as his lips crash to yours. 

Feeling his nose scrunch, you lean away from him as he pants against your lips while the other man takes him as far down his throat as he can; the gags of his throat making your pussy clench. 

“Why don’t you help him, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to get in the way.”, you murmur. 

Fingers roughly grip your face as your boyfriend forces you look his way. 

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You are never in the way, baby.”

Nodding and giving him another soft kiss, you sink to your knees and lightly pet Steve’s head with your own fingers. Silently, he moved out of your way to allow you to take Eddie’s dick into your mouth as his tongue flicked and sucked his balls.

“Thaaaat’s it. Fuck, that feels so good.”

The two of you work in tandem, taking turns before Steve abruptly wraps his hand around your throat to keep you still and kisses your lips with Eddie tip between your tongues. 

“Goddamn it, Steven.”

After grabbing his collar, your boyfriend hoisted his friend to a standing position and you eagerly followed as he led him to the kitchen counter nearby. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Steve lifted you onto the marble and tore off your dress as Eddie aggressively pulled off both their suits. 

A whimper you had never heard before left the businessman’s mouth and you tilted back to see Eddie gripping his shoulder as he gradually slid into the man in front of him. With his palms placed on either side of you, his head hung as he bit his bottom lip.

To you they both looked incredibly sexy. 

With Eddie it was like being on the outside looking in and watching what his dominance looked like on someone else. His beautiful chocolate eyes were dark with need and care as his fingers clung to Steve’s waist. The veins and muscles on his arms were more definite as he thrust into him with water still stuck to his tattooed chest that you desperately wanted to lick off. 

Watching this new side of Steve was an experience. The way his mouth fell open and the whimpers Eddie pulled from him had your pussy dripping. To see him be vulnerable like this made your submissive side desperately want to praise and coddle him which you did as you scooted your body closer to his so he could rest his head against your shoulder. 

You couldn’t wait to see what Eddie looked like this way. 

“Does Daddy feel good?”, you asked in that little girl tone that drove them both crazy. 

“Mmph—yes, honey. So fucking good.”

“Daddy likes being told. You should tell him how good he’s making you feel.”

As he cranes his neck, your boyfriend circles his palm around his throat and kisses his lips. 

“Your cock f-feels…so good…Daddy. So deep.”

“My cock feels good, little boy? You know what didn’t feel good? Us worrying about you. Wondering if you were ok and you not answering my fucking calls.”, Eddie growled as his palm spanked Steve’s ass making him moan. “Watching Y/N worry and then seeing her cry when she came home after what—mmm—you said to her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”, he panted out as his eyes met yours. “I’m sorry. I-I-I was scared. I was so fucking scared.”

When his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder, your arms held on to him as he continued to apologize causing Eddie to stop moving. 

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I didn’t mean to scare you either. I just…” Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you leaned your forehead against his. “I’ve never had anyone in life long enough to care about me and definitely no one like you two.”

Your eyes lock with Eddie’s and as if you read each other’s minds, he carefully pulls out of Steve and you hop down from the counter with the businessman’s massive palm guiding you down. 

Holding his hand, you walk with him back to his bedroom.

“Be careful of the water, Mr. Harrington.”, you say in your little voice that makes him softly smile. “Did you know I used to be afraid to? Of losing Daddy.”

Shaking his head, he watches you with careful eyes as you fall flat on your back in his bed and guide him till his whole frame is on top of you. 

“My last few relationships weren’t bad per say but I’ve never met anyone like Eddie. He’s so confident, sweet, and just so passionate about everything especially me.”, you giggle. “The first time I saw him smile, I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life and that scared me.”

As your boyfriend kneels beside the bed, he pets your head as he kisses your forehead. Reaching between your bodies, you take hold of Steve’s cock and run the tip between your folds causing a little moan to leave his lips. 

“Do you know what helped calm me?”, you whisper as he shakes his head once more. “The way he talked about you.”

Opening your legs wider, you both groan as you help slowly guide his length into your entrance. 

“Fuck me.”

“Steve, Eddie loves you so much and takes care of you in more ways than you know. You should hear the way he b-brags about you and—mmm—how much you mean to him.” The man’s head fell beside yours as he did little thrusts to push his cock deeper into you and with every warm pant of his breath, your pussy clenched tighter around him. “No matter what, sweetheart, he’s always going to be there for you because you were always there for him. E-Even if you told him to fuck off, he’d still protect you. That’s the kind of man he is.”

As your eyes rolled back and fluttered tightly closed, you felt Eddie climb onto the bed and Steve still slightly before his grunt of pleasure against your neck caused you to open them again just in time to see your boyfriend slide his cock into the man between you both. 

“H-He—ahhhh—wouldn’t have introduced me to you this way if he th-thought I’d hurt you. We’re both here for you. Oh my God.”

Eddie leaned down pressing his chest against Steve to reach your lips. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. Does he feel good, Daddy?”

“Shit. Yeah, he does.” After placing a kiss on his cheek, Steve catches the other man’s head and locks his lips with his own. “Everything’s ok, sweetheart. I promise. I-I’ll always be here for you.”

“Me to.”, you murmur as you softly smile and caress his face. 

Biting his bottom lip and falling completely on top of you, Steve roughly slams his hips into yours pushing his cock deep inside you while thrusting Eddie further into him. The bed underneath you shakes with the force as your fingers thread through his damp hair. 

“That’s it, Steve. FUCK! Make my good girl cum.”

A loud repetitive string of uhs echo through the room as he animalistically pumps into your cunt till your body trembles and you cum hard, squeezing his length like a vice as he pushes up onto his palms to roll his hips till you feel his release warm you. 

“Good—mmm fuck—good boy. Where do you want my cum, baby?” When the boy doesn’t respond, Eddie pulls his hair to lift his head till his lips hover over his ear. “Come on, sweet boy. Where do you want Daddy to cum? You want Daddy to fill you up?”

“P-Please, yes, Daddy. Cum inside me.”, Steve whimpered and you watched with half lidded eyes as Eddie panted into the other man’s open mouth till his rhythm stuttered, pumping his release into the man beneath him. 

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Steve wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but when he woke up the sun was just barely peeking through his curtains. Hearing music and realizing neither of you were in his bed, he grabbed a pair of his sweats and went on the hunt. 

The smell of bacon hit his nose as soon as he entered his living area and his eyes landed on you with your back to him as you swayed to the beat in one of his button up shirts. A soft melody begins to play and you perk up as you run to Eddie who was by the stove with a spatula in his hand. 

“Baby girl, I’m busy.”, he chuckles. 

“Oh, come on, grumpy. I love this song.”, you tease as you circle your arms around his neck and he leans his forehead on yours. 

Your palms reach up to cup his cheeks and he watches as his friend practically glows before kissing your lips. Turning your head, you notice Steve standing off to the side and let Eddie go to place yourself in front of him. 

“You've been fighting the memory, all on your own

Nothing worsens, nothing grows

I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain

We all need someone to stay.”

As you wrap your arms around his waist, he presses your head into his warm chest and rests his cheek on your hair. 

“You were alone, left out in the cold

Clinging to the ruin of your broken home

Too lost and hurting to carry your load

We all need someone to hold.”

“I’m sorry I made you cry, honey.”

“Hear the falling and lonely, cry out

Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close? Can you love me?”

“I forgive you.”, you reply into his skin making him laugh as he releases you from his grip and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. “I love you. You don’t have to say it back right now or anything. Just—”

As you had started to walk away, Steve pulled on your wrist and brought your mouth to his.

“I love you to.”

Your grin grows as you kiss him again before leading him into the kitchen and hopping back up on the counter. 

“You don’t have a lot of food in that castle you call a fridge but I managed to put something together here.”, Eddie conveyed sarcastically as he flipped the bacon and reached over to turn off the stove. 

“I’m sorry for being so stubborn and saying the things I said last night.” The long-haired boy turned to face him as Steve scanned him over. “I’m sorry for…me.”, he chuckles. 

Eddie blinks as he nods, glancing your way before finally speaking. 

“I forgive you. We don’t have to jump right in, Steve. We can take this one step at a time and—”

You beamed as the businessman reached for the other man’s face and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. 

“You calm down over there.”, Eddie lightly scolds without looking your way when he hears your legs kicks up like an excited child. 

“This is all new to me.”, Steve starts as he gestured between the three of you. “Not just the… or the us both being dominate…but being in a relationship in general. I love you to and I’m willing to try. I trust you both.”

“How about we start with breakfast and go from there?” 

Nodding, Steve takes the plate that’s handed to him and heads towards the couch where he normally eats if he’s home but as he starts to pick at the food, his arms lift in surprise when you crawl over him to sit on his lap. Softly smiling, he lowers them around you and continues to eat until Eddie walks by to slide more food in front of him. 

“She’s going to pick at it. Trust me.”

When he playfully pokes your nose, you pretend to bite his finger making Steve chuckle behind you. 

“Hey Steven?”, Eddie calls as he throws himself down on the other side of the sofa.

“Hm?”

“I love you to.”, he grins before tossing Steve an equally playful wink. 

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[beardedjoel]

closer | part fifteen

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au  

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: you try to hide the fact that you’re afraid of thunderstorms from joel, but he sees right through you, coming to your rescue at the perfect time. slutiness and cuteness ensue. 7.8k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, protective!joel, boyfriend asf!, consensual somnophilia, oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink

a/n: this chapter means i’m up to date on all the chapters i have posted on ao3 right now, so my updates may be a tad bit slower than they have been on tumblr. ty for bearing with me i love u all ♡

You used to like thunderstorms as a kid. They were fun back then - watching the lightning and listening for the next claps of thunder. Running around outside as it poured buckets on you and soaked you to the bone. It was fun. And now, you’re twenty five years old and afraid of them, thinking back on how you got here as you cower slightly from the most recent flash of lightning outside.

Your second year living in Chicago, there was a storm that you got caught in while driving home from class late one night. You should have waited it out, but things took a turn for the worse once you were already on the road, and you ended up in a car accident where you lost control of your car and crashed it. You were too afraid to move, seemingly stuck in your car anyways with the seat belt locking, airbags deploying, the whole nine yards. You were lucky you didn’t have many injuries, just a broken arm and some bad bruising. To this day, it’s the thought of hearing the rain pounding on the pavement, your only memories being the flashes of lightning and sound of thunder while you waited for someone to help you that really sticks with you. You’ve tried working through it, and made great strides for dealing with the anxiety that comes up during thunderstorms, but it doesn’t mean it’s completely gone.

Of course your parents are out of town this weekend, too, so while you lay in bed, trying to distract yourself, the power cuts out, and you cower completely. You’re glad that you’d already brought Benny up here earlier to keep you company. You’re just laying in the dark, feeling frozen in your little anxiety bubble, unable to get up to even find a lighter and some candles to bring some light into your space. You’re going to have to force yourself to do it soon, but you’re trying to get past the shaking from the surprise of all your lights suddenly going out.

Your phone rings, startling you even further, and you see Joel’s name pop up on your screen. You feel reluctant to answer, not wanting to bother him with your stupid, juvenile fear. You reach with a trembling hand to grab your phone and decide to answer the call.

“Hey,” you say, a slight waver in your voice.

“Hey baby, I just got in and my power’s out. Is yours?” Joel asks, and you swallow hard, pushing down your emotions.

“Mhm, yeah,” you say into your phone. “It is.”

“Everything alright?” he immediately asks, quickly sensing the difference in your demeanor. Damn him.

“Y-yeah, everything’s good. Benny and I are just, uh, hanging in the dark,” you tell Joel, running a hand over Benny’s belly as he lays stretched out next to you. He’s anxious too, you noticed, not seeming to like the pounding rain on the windows or periodic thunder. Poor boy, at least you can relate to how he feels.

“Alright, then. Just checkin’ in.” You can hear Joel shuffling around in the background. “Lookin’ for some more candles,” he murmurs to explain all the noise.

“I should light some, t-too,” you say, feeling and sounding completely robotic. You’re out of it now, your anxiety with the storm trying to take you to another place where you block it all out.

“Wh- are you sure you’re alright? You sound kinda weird,” Joel replies.

“I’m not being weird,” you snap slightly, then bite your lip, not wanting to lash out at him unfairly. “Really,” you try to say reassuringly.

“If you say so…” Joel trails off, and you hear a small sigh. “Found ‘em,” he adds quietly, completing his search for some more candles to light.

“Actually, I should go, sorry. Benny is uh, whining. He’s scared right now, I think,” you say, despite Benny lying quietly at your side. Why the hell are you lying to Joel now?

“Okay, darlin’, just text me or somethin’, okay? Hope this power comes back soon,” he says, and you hurriedly tell him goodbye before hanging up.

There you go, blowing your one chance for an out from this anxious mess you’ve found yourself in. You know Joel would probably rush over here in a heartbeat if you’d told him, and for some reason, it embarrasses you that it would be for something that seems this silly. It’s just a storm, and while you remind yourself of that constantly, it’s too difficult to not let your mind go to that familiar place when you experience weather like this.

Not even five minutes later, there’s a knock on your door. You start, but freeze after, the sudden knock only heightening the tightness in your chest, and you realize tears are pulling at your eyes now. Fucking hell. You force yourself up, walking over to the door with ginger steps, trying to focus on the present. Benny is at your side, tail wagging between his legs skeptically.

“Sweetheart, it’s me,” you hear through the door when you’re only steps away. Your eyebrows lift slightly and you close the gap between you and the door, swinging it open. Joel is standing on the landing outside of your door, completely soaked through and looking at you through concerned eyes. He takes one look at your crumbling façade, pulling you into him as he steps towards you slightly to keep you out of the rain.

“What’s goin’ on, hm?” he asks tenderly, his wet palms gripping your cheeks before wrapping around you completely.

“N-nothing.” Your face gives you away, eyes completely doe-like and fearful as you come down a bit from your anxiety when you feel his arms around you. You don’t care that his wet shirt is soaking right into yours now, you just need to breathe him in for a moment and everything will be ten times better already.

“Swear, if you don’t admit you’re afraid of thunderstorms to my face right now…” Joel says, slightly scolding but only because he cares, you know. Your eyes widen, hating that once again, he’s got you all figured out.

“Yes…” you reply, sagging your shoulders in defeat. “It’s s-so stupid, I d-didn’t want to tell you, it’s not worth it.”

“Not worth it? Look at you, you’re shakin’, baby.” Joel pulls his head back and looks you up and down. Benny nudges both of your bodies, curling up against your legs, and Joel smiles sweetly down at him. “I’m takin’ you both with me, c’mon.”

Joel grabs your hand and turns to walk away, but you hesitate, his grip on your hand tight yet you stand firm and unmoving. Joel shoots back a look and before he can even ask or you can protest anything, he swoops you up under the knees and holds you, carrying you down the stairs. He calls after Benny to follow, and despite his own anxiety, Benny trails you, likely making sure you’re okay - he’s always been a good protector like that. You’re instantly soaked, the rain hitting all of you in hard droplets, and you tilt your head down into Joel’s chest to avoid it getting in your eyes. A clap of thunder roars above as you enter into Joel’s yard and you tremble, your breathing shaky for a moment.

“Shh,” Joel murmurs near your ear, “Almost there.”

He rushes to his house and slides open the back door. You’re immediately welcomed by glowing candlelight all through the kitchen, and you can see past into the living room to see Joel has lit several candles in there as well. You feel an immediate sense of relief seeing the calming, flickering lighting and feel your body sink into Joel’s arms. He sets you down in a kitchen chair and steps back, taking stock of you and Benny in your soaked state.

“One sec,” he murmurs, walking off and returning with a towel before crouching down and rubbing Benny all over with it. Benny pants happily in Joel’s face and he cracks a smile when the chocolate lab shakes off some extra moisture all over the two of you. You manage to feel a smile tug at your lips now too, feeling like the worst of this night is over now.

“Your turn, darlin’,” Joel says, standing and taking your hand. “Let’s get you some dry clothes,” he adds, guiding you upstairs to his bedroom.

Joel grabs another Texas football themed shirt from his dresser before walking over to you, helping you undress before you get the chance. As he reveals your bare chest, he barely makes note of it, and you appreciate his gesture to make you feel safer. He slides the t-shirt over your head and then smiles down at you.

“Shorts next,” he tells you before tugging them down and tossing them in a pile with your wet shirt. He hands you a pair of his boxers, and you slide them on, and although they’re ill fitting, you adjust them until they’re able to sit comfortably enough on you. You sit back on the edge of his bed and smile appreciatively while Joel gets to work changing his own soaked clothing. The view of Joel damp and shirtless is almost enough to make you forget your unease from this evening, and Joel gives you a cheeky smirk as he notices you admiring him.

“Now isn’t that a sight,” he comments as he sees you lounging on his bed, clad completely in his clothes.

“This?” you ask incredulously, motioning to the baggy boxers and shirt you’re wearing.

“Never looked better, if ya ask me,” Joel says, throwing a dry t-shirt and athletic shorts on. He approaches you on the bed and leans down, kissing you on the forehead, his smell breezing past you as he does it, leaving you sighing quietly. “So sexy in all my clothes,” he adds, pulling his face back to look at you again, giving you a wink.

“C’mon, let’s head back downstairs and keep Benny company,” he suggests, and you follow him back to the living room where Benny is laying down next to Joel’s couch, clearly exhausted from the storm that continues to rage outside. Joel pulls you down so that you’re settled onto his lap, and you instantly curl into him, the warmth coming off of his body a welcome sensation despite the house starting to heat up without the air conditioner running.

“Alright, talk to me baby,” Joel says, curling his arm around you and rubbing your back.

“Promise you won’t think I’m dumb?” you ask him timidly.

Joel shoots you a wry look and tuts. “Promise.”

“I just… get anxious during storms now,” you pause to swallow hard, readying yourself to dig into the bad memories. “I had a really bad car accident a few years ago and it was during this huge thunderstorm. I-I was waiting for ages, I was too scared to move and reach for my phone at first, not knowing if I’d broken anything. A-and the seatbelt was stuck, so I just had to sit there and hope someone found me until I was able to finally get to my phone...” You stop, gathering yourself and biting inside your lip anxiously. “I was waiting and struggling for ages just listening to the rain, and I just get this irrational anxiety that comes up now when the weather is really bad like this. I don’t know…” you trail off, feeling a few hot tears brimming your eyes now.

“Hey, hey it’s alright. That ain’t irrational, makes a lot of sense to me,” Joel says reassuringly, continuing to gently stroke your back and shoulders.

“There’s a part of my brain that knows it’s irrational, but the other part just

“This weather just puts me back in a bad place sometimes. It doesn’t happen with every storm, but especially when I’m alone,” you say with a small, defeated shrug, concluding your explanation to him.

“Okay, now that I know that, I can help you out baby. Why didn’t you tell me on the phone?”

“I felt embarrassed, Joel. I don’t tell very many people about this since I just feel totally crazy and irrational when it comes up. I mean what kind of grown adult is scared of thunderstorms?”

“Someone who went through somethin’ scary like you did,” Joel replies in a heartbeat. You sigh and lean your cheek further onto his shoulder.

“Yeah… I guess so,” you reply skeptically. It’ll take more than his words to change your mind that it’s not an overreaction, but knowing he believes in you is a huge step.

“S’alright, not a bit of judgment from me darlin’, promise,” Joel says sweetly, giving you a squeeze. “I’m afraid of cockroaches,” he admits sheepishly, and you chuckle.

“See? There’s my girl.” Joel pokes his fingers into your side, sending you squirming and laughing. Just the mention of those two words you love - my girl - immediately lightens the tightness in your chest.

“Everyone is afraid of cockroaches, but I appreciate the sentiment,” you murmur, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

“You need to eat? We’ve got to eat some stuff in my fridge before it goes bad,” Joel says, and you perk up a little. “Wait, I’ve got just the thing,” he says before nudging you off his lap and onto the couch. You sit and wait for him to return from the kitchen, where he brings over a carton of ice cream.

“S’gonna melt, so we better go for it,” he says, offering you a spoon. You take it with a grin and he sits down next to you while you both dig into the already half melted ice cream. You sit back a little, draping your legs across his lap and he instantly starts running a hand along your shins and thighs. The ice cream and Joel’s presence is already immensely helping you ride out this thunderstorm, which is already seeming to lighten up a bit outside.

“So…” you say nervously, “I’ve seen your guitar in here every time I come over, but I’ve never heard you play…”

“You askin’ if I’ll play for you?” Joel asks, a cocky smile on his lips.

You bite your bottom lip and nod slightly, glad you don’t have to say it so directly. You’ve been dying to ask him about it for weeks but were worried about putting him on the spot.

“I’m not anythin’ to write home about, but I can certainly strum somethin’ up for you, darlin’,” he replies, and your heart melts a little when he stands up, handing you the ice cream to finish off as he picks up the guitar.

You sit patiently as Joel plucks at the strings, checking the sound. He sits himself in the same spot next to you, giving you a last glance before he starts to play. As it goes on, you realize you don’t know the song, but it has a relaxed, old time country sound to it. You feel completely mesmerized by it already, the way he looks down at the guitar with concentration, his fingers deftly moving along the neck as he strums. Your heart lurches, an undoubtedly lovesick smile on your face.

As if you weren’t already about to burst, Joel starts humming quietly along with the song, his eyes closing as he loses himself in it. You relax back into the couch, letting the beautiful music he’s creating lull you into a further sense of security. Now that you’ve calmed down enough to see straight, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sleepiness that’s coming over you now.

You stifle a yawn and let Joel keep playing as your head gets fuzzy and your eyes start to blink more and more slowly. After a few songs, Joel stops playing, and you force your eyes open despite how tired you are and see him putting his guitar back on the stand.

“‘M gonna go to bed,” you murmur sleepily, stretching your arms up over your head a bit before sitting up.

“M’kay, darlin’. I’ll be up in a bit, you head on up there though,” Joel replies, planting a kiss on your forehead. He helps pull you off the couch, gently patting your ass as you move past him, and you shoot him a wry glance before walking up the stairs.

You use your toothbrush that Joel still has set out for you, and it makes you smile all over again. You can’t feel anything but grateful for everything he’s done for you tonight - you’d probably be having a restless, sleepless night if he hadn’t intuitively come and rescued you. You barely even remember your head hitting the pillow, your anxiety having knocked all the energy out of you this evening, before you’re fast asleep.

You wake up suddenly, a light gasp escaping your mouth as you sit up, trying to shake off your unsettling dream. You aren’t surprised by it, you tend to have strange dreams when your anxiety is high like it was tonight. You suddenly shiver, realizing the air conditioning is back on and Joel’s power must have come back while you two were sleeping. You burrow yourself under the covers a bit more to warm up and look over at Joel. It’s not often you get to watch him sleep, he tends to wake up before you when you spend the night together. It’s amazing that he manages to be an even earlier riser than you.

Your eyes soften as you look over him in the dark, bare chest dusted with hair rising and falling gently and his mouth slightly open. You suddenly feel a pull between your legs when you notice that there’s a small tent at his hips under the thin sheet, and you curl your toes as an image of his hard cock flashes through your mind.

You suddenly don’t think Joel would mind at all if you were to thank him for everything he did for you tonight. You don’t want to wake him just yet, so you slowly reach your hand over and cup the bulge in the sheet gingerly, rubbing ever so slightly. A small moan comes from Joel’s throat as he stirs slightly, but he immediately stills back into sleep as you continue to stroke him. You dare to do it a little harder, and Joel shifts again, but you can tell he isn’t quite awake yet. You smile deviously to yourself, finding that this turns you on more than you would have imagined. You try to reposition yourself without shaking the mattress too much, scooting closer and pulling the sheet down. You can now see that Joel has gotten significantly harder, straining against his briefs while you stroke your fingers along his lengthy shaft. You have to bite down to fight off the moaning that’s now on the tip of your own tongue.

Joel murmurs your name in his sleep, and your eyes go wide, thinking maybe he’s woken up, but he’s clearly just thinking about you in whatever horned up dream he must be having, and that makes your smirk grow even more. You have to fight off a giddy laugh now at the thought of it.

You slip your hand under the waistband of his briefs, caressing his warm, hard cock in your hand as you fist it, running your hand along the length as you position yourself in between his legs. Your hands hook around the sides of his briefs, pulling them down and exposing his throbbing cock to you, a drip of precum already leaking out from the light touching you have been doing. The power you hold over this man right now… the one who typically holds all the cards, the one who tells you what to do, is mesmerizing. You’ve got him in the palm of your hand, quite literally, and plan to do nothing but pleasure him until he wakes up to himself coming into your mouth.

As you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, Joel’s hips writhe and he stirs a little more, a deep groan sounding from him when you take your mouth over the head and plunge it down further. You gather spit and push your mouth down, drooling all over his cock and taking it deeper and deeper.

“Wh-” you hear from above you, and you smile around his cock as you realize Joel is at the least half awake now. He breathes your name in questioning, his head tilted off the pillow and looking down at you. You glance up at him while continuously taking his cock over and over into your mouth in slow, even strokes. You pop the head out of your mouth and lap at it a few times, causing Joel’s hips to twitch up.

“Shh, just relax and try to go back to sleep. Want to say thank you for tonight,” you coo, immediately taking him back into your mouth, letting your tongue drag along the bottom of his shaft. Joel’s eyes flutter shut as he leans his head back again and groans at the sensation of your warm mouth.

“Baby,” Joel murmurs with a little pleased grunt, giving in easily and letting you take the reins for once.

He’s throbbing, already satisfyingly close to release as he sleepily pumps his hips up into each stroke of your mouth. You pull your mouth off and lick strokes up his length, flicking your tongue as you go, and he just about loses all control as he hisses through his teeth. You sink your mouth fully onto him, taking every inch you can to the back of your throat and Joel starts, sitting forward and grabbing the back of your head, bucking his hips up into your mouth as he comes hard, groaning your name while his warm seed spills deep into your throat. You relish every moment of it, swallowing everything he has to offer you with pride. Joel’s body goes limp, flopping back onto the mattress, his chest heaving and limbs spent.

“Jesus, girl,” he utters, running a hand over his sleepy eyes and down his face. You tuck him back into his briefs and slip under his arm, resting on his chest. “What was that all about, huh?” Joel asks, cozying up to you.

“Like I said, I was saying thank you for tonight. You helped me out, so I helped you out.”

“Helped me out…” Joel echoes with a drowsy chuckle, his eyes blinking shut slowly. “Funny girl.”

Joel’s breathing evens out, and you think he may have fallen back to sleep, when he suddenly speaks out into the darkness of the room.

“You know you can talk to me, right baby? Don’t hide yourself from me,” he says, opening his eyes again, a slight pain in them at the thought of you feeling the need to do that. You blink a few times, trying to avoid the tears that are threatening in the back of your eyes at his sudden declaration.

“I’m not trying to, I swear,” you start to explain. “I just knew you’d go out of your way if I told you the truth earlier.”

“And didn’t I anyway?” Joel asks.

The corner of your lip turns up and you nod.

“Cause I know you, darlin’. Always easy for me to read you,”

You furrow your brow, frustrated by that fact considering you find Joel hard to read a majority of the time. You tense up, about to protest what he said when he cuts you off.

“‘Fore you get all huffy it’s no offense, it just means I’m payin’ attention to you,” he explains, and you settle down a bit, running your fingers along his bare shoulder and upper arm.

“Well when you put it like that…” you say, giving up your angry facade completely.

“Dunno if you noticed but I’m awful protective, it’s not always a good trait. Sometimes it helps, like tonight, other times…”

“You end up fucking me against a wall because another boy talked to me?” you add cheekily, and Joel looks playfully taken aback.

“Oh she’s gettin’ mean now,” he chuckles hoarsely, “But fair point. It’s gotten me in trouble before.”

You bite your lip, debating on digging into what he said further. What kind of ‘before’ could he be referencing?

“Like… with other people? Women, I mean?” You surprise yourself by asking before you can think about it any longer.

Joel nods slightly, a smug smile on his face. “Yes baby, and we both know that gets you jealous.” You open your mouth to speak, and he cuts you off once again. “Don’t even try to deny it, sweetheart.” You concede, snapping your mouth shut and letting him carry on.

“I’ve been known to be a jealous boyfriend. Some people like it, others… not so much. Simple as that.”

You find yourself reeling for a moment at his choice of wording. Boyfriend… Your eyes peer out into the dark room, wide and searching, debating how to respond to him.

Joel must read the look on your face as he glances at you and he starts to backtrack. “Now darlin’, don’t get too excited, I just meant, in my past relationships.”

You clear your throat, trying to hide the disappointment from your face. “I-is that what you’d call this, then? A relationship?” You don’t mean to, but you know your eyes are full of a pleading hope, desperate for the answer you’ve been craving from him for so long.

Joel releases a sigh, clearly still warring with himself over it. “Listen, sweet girl, I had some… stuff happen before. The woman I was seeing, she and I started to not see eye to eye on things. I held her back, if I’m honest. Or so she thought, I guess. Things got real resentful, and I can’t go through that sort of thing again, y’understand me?”

Things are clicking into place, your mind beginning to race with all this new information. That’s exactly where Joel had gotten this wording from about holding you back - it must have been spit in his face by his ex once things reached that resentful place he was talking about. You would never be like that, you think solemnly - you could never resent Joel, he’s done nothing but bring joy into your life since you first saw him.

“Y-you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want t-to, I’m sorry,” you half mumble, suddenly feeling guilty for bringing up something painful for him.

“‘S’okay, angel. That’s not the point. It was a long time ago, and yeah, it does hurt to think about, but just ‘cause I can’t do that to someone else I care about, y’hear me?”

You nod, not sure you know what you’re agreeing to right now. “O-okay. I don’t think you’re holding me back, Joel. You make me… really happy.”

“I see that, baby. And that’s why I worry. I don’t want my selfish shit to get in your way if we do this thing. Ever. You’d have to promise me, at the first sign of it, you’d go running from my ass.”

You blink hard, not sure if you’d heard him correctly. You’re hardly even able to comprehend the second half of what he said, fully stuck on the joy rising in your chest at his imposition. “If we do this thing? Wh-“ you start, lips trembling slightly as you try to get the words out.

“Yes, darlin’, if this ain’t a relationship by now, I don’t know what to call it.”

You press your lips together to fight it but a sparkling smile breaks through, spreading across your whole face now. Joel closes his eyes and sighs at the sight, knowing he’s just agreed to his own potential downfall. He still isn’t managing to hide the little smile pulling at his lips despite his worries.

“Easy, now,” he says, letting his smile crack through the facade even more. He leans over and slides his hand around your cheek, pulling you closer as he finishes closing the gap between you and kisses you. You kiss him back softly, relishing in the feeling of it after this new confirmation from him. When Joel pulls away, there’s a beautiful, soft look in his eyes.

“My girl,” he says quietly, gaze locked onto yours. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you say breathlessly, and you mean it wholeheartedly. You can’t imagine being anyone else’s, feeling the constant, burning passion and care that you do for Joel for anybody but him.

“You okay with me being a jealous, possessive bastard? Needin’ to fuck you half to death every time anyone gets any ideas ‘bout you? Barely able to keep my hands off you around everyone else to remind ‘em you’re all mine?” Joel lists off, his voice growing hoarse with need as he looks at you hopefully with a sly smile.

“God, yes,” you breathe out. Even hearing him describe those situations makes you ache between the legs, and you know he’s going to the absolute death of you. “I fucking love all of it - we were made for each other, Joel. Let you do anything you need to me any time if it means I get to remind you I’m yours,” you say, hips lurching towards him as you feel slickness gathering in your underwear.

“Oh, really? Anything any time?” he repeats back to you, his features a shade darker now.

“Mhm,” you murmur with glazed eyes. “I’m all yours to play with,” you tell him, and Joel tenses next to you. You slide a leg over his, turning closer to him, your body begging for any kind of touch from him. Joel goes to reciprocate and lean into you but stops short, pulling back slightly.

“Wait, darlin’. You gotta promise me what I said, though,” Joel says, sobering up a bit. You look into his eyes and dip your head in confirmation.

“Say it,” he demands, and you wince a little, desperation clawing at your insides.

“J-joel, I don’t want to go running from you. I won’t let you keep me from living my life. P-please, please just let me be yours,” you beg, not caring how helpless and vulnerable you sound right now. You want this more than anything you can ever recall wanting, just for him to call you his and mean it in a real, tangible way. You gulp down the sob that wants to come out of you, blinking and sniffling quickly to try to hide it.

“Okay, okay, sweet girl. I’m sorry. I just care so much about ya, you know that, right? I’d never want to make that same mistake again.” Joel’s hold on you tightens as he sees how much this is affecting you.

“I know,” you tell him, pressing your forehead to his. “You will never be a mistake to me, never. Couldn’t ever regret being your girl,” you say, liking how the words sound spilling off your tongue. Joel seems to be appeased by your words and believe them, because his features quickly melt back into a soft, heady gaze as he stares into your eyes.

“You like bein’ my girl, hm?” Joel asks, voice low and slightly scratchy. He brushes his lips across your cheek and you breathe out shakily.

“Mhm. Every time you say it, I feel… so…” you trail off with a little smile, unable to even find a word to express it.

“My girl,” he whispers next to your ear, and you giggle at the tickling sensation and joy his words bring you. “I’m thinking,” he says, placing a kiss on your neck right below your ear, “we should,” he continues, another kiss closer to your lips on your jawline, “celebrate.” His lips find yours and you kiss him feverishly, barely letting him come up for air as you slide your tongue into his mouth and flip your body on top of his, sinking down onto him.

“Yes,” you say simply, finally releasing your lips from his. Joel smirks, his eyes glistening with lust for you as he notices every curve of you press against his mostly naked body.

“So eager when you get what you want, aren’t ya?” he says, the sparkle in his eye turning devious as his hands grip your hips, pulling down so you grind against his quickly hardening cock.

“Don’t have everything I want yet,” you reply, pushing your center onto his cock again, and Joel groans at the warmth radiating off your core through your clothes as you brush over his cock.

“About to rip these fucking clothes off of you, my insatiable little thing,” he grunts, immediately diving into the demanding, possessive persona you’ve grown accustomed to when he’s turned on.

“I’d like to see you try,” you squeak out quickly before hopping off his lap and using the bed to bounce yourself down onto the plush carpet. You giggle as Joel’s hand reaches out and just misses to grab you and pull you back to him. He growls, low and deep in his throat as he sits up and quickly launches off the bed, coming right for you. You dart around the room on light feet, Joel’s lumbering form struggling to keep up with you.

“The things I’m gonna do when I catch you, sweet girl,” he says, a sinful smirk on his gorgeous face, “You’ll wish you never tried this little stunt.”

“What, gonna punish me with your big cock?” you quip back, giggling like a mad woman as you hop up on the bed and sprint across it, heading for the bedroom door. Joel simply growls again, laser focused on his mission to get you back in his arms.

You dare a glance back and Joel is close on your tail, but you’re already on the stairs, halfway down them when a large arm wraps around your waist, stopping you mid run and nearly knocking the breath out of you. You haven’t stopped laughing throughout the entire chase, loving how worked up Joel was over the whole thing, but it’s cut short as your torso slams into his arm on the impact.

“Got you,” Joel says, menacing and quiet, tucking his arm tighter around you and pulling you into his chest with a thump. You don’t have a moment to catch your breath, being suddenly spun around, Joel’s large hand on your chest forcing you down onto your ass as you sprawl back on the stairs. Your chest heaves with excitement when you look at Joel standing above you on a lower part of the stairs, keeping your body down with just his hand alone as he snakes his arm out from around your waist and uses that hand to yank his oversized shirt you’re wearing up and pull down your boxer shorts and underwear. He kneels down, his cock out moments later, and he tugs under your thighs to pull you right into him as he slams his throbbing, dripping cock right into you without any preamble. A loud, guttural noise flies out of his mouth while your own breath is caught in your throat feeling him fill you so quickly. He’s moving already, barely giving your body a moment to register the sheer thickness of him. His eyes are flooded with untamed, savage energy as he delivers his discipline upon your body, recklessly thrusting in quick, sharp thrusts.

“J-joel,” you whine out, still unsure if the walls of your cunt are adjusting to him. Everything feels so tight and raw, your whole body tense from the way he’s moving.

“Don’t wanna hear any whining,” he grits out through ragged breaths. “Take my cock and be a good fucking girl about it.”

You whimper, his words sending your walls clenching around him and another rush of wetness coating his cock.

“Mmm,” Joel murmurs, feeling how slick you’re quickly getting, pussy squelching under him with pure need. He pulls out so quickly your body shudders upwards several inches, confused by the swift change before Joel manhandles your hips roughly and flips you onto your hands and knees, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself on them.

“If you thought that was a punishment, sweet girl…” Joel ambles, stroking one finger down your spine, sending your whole back spasming under his touch. “Look at how you fall apart for me…” Joel purrs. “What would it take… to break you, hm? Have you beggin’ for me to fill you again…” You’re equally fearful of and turned on by his twisted tone and the look on his face as you glance over your shoulder to give him doe-like, pleading eyes. His hands grip each of your ass cheeks, kneading them roughly before delivering a hard smack onto one of them.

“Nothing… I-I’m begging now… Joel, p-please,” you cry out softly, praying he’ll listen.

“Lucky I’m feeling generous for my girl tonight, aren’t you?” You nod furiously, popping your ass in his face slightly as your hips writhe for his touch between them. “Even after that little stunt you pulled…”

Joel’s finger explores your slit now, gently sliding down it and to your entrance, swirling a teasing finger. “Could fill this drippin’ little hole with my cock, is that what you want, baby?” he purrs as he teases your entrance with the tip of his finger, pushing it in.

You nod quickly again, knowing he likes it when you’re eager and begging. “Fill me, fill me Joel,” you say desperately, fingers clawing into the carpet on the stairs. Joel’s other hand trails down your back with light touches from the tips of his fingers and you whimper, your entire body shivering with the tantalizing touch.

“Ain’t gonna say please?” Joel asks as his hand reaches your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark.

“P-please,” you correct yourself hastily, swallowing hard, feeling your body starting to break out in a sweat with the animalistic need you’re feeling for Joel right now.

“Good girl. That’s better.” He smirks, withdrawing all touch from you as he repositions himself behind you, his hard cock beginning to push in between your legs devastatingly slow, and as usual, you find yourself impressed with the restraint he can have when you’ve never been able to resist a single thing he does to you. Once again without warning, he slides himself inside of you, pushing up to the hilt, getting as deep as your body allows him at this angle.

“That’s it, baby, such a good girl,” he says more lovingly now, fingers kneading the supple skin of your hips as he holds you steady while he trusts in and out of you. You’re already moaning, the feeling of his cock at this angle sending you into a quick plummet towards release every single time.

“F-fuck, Joel, f-faster,” you manage to whimper, pushing your head down further to get an even better angle for him to hit the sensitive spot deep inside of you. Joel obeys without any question or comment, an unusual occurrence, but you can hear from the noises he’s making that he’s just as undone at this angle as you are, able to get deeper and feel your walls clench around him so deliciously.

“L-look so p-pretty takin’ my cock,” Joel says, his voice straining with his ragged thrusts. “Play with yourself, wanna feel you come with me,” he demands, and you slip your finger on your clit, rubbing circles and melting into all the pleasurable sensations your body is taking right now.

Joel’s movements slow down, dragging his cock in and out along your fluttering walls and you yell out, his name spilling from your lips repeatedly. The languid circles on your clit quicken while you reach your breaking point, a fever pitch breaking within you as you moan out pathetically for him, your whole body shaking and shuddering as stars explode in your vision. Joel rides you through half your orgasm, a few pumps into you before your clenching walls draw his own pleasure out of him and he comes deep inside of you, crying out your name in the process. His hips twitch and buck as you whimper at the sensation, your finger continuing to rub as a second quick orgasm tears through you from the aftershocks. Joel curses and hisses through his teeth as you bear down on him again, feeling you explode underneath him while you come all over his cock another time. You collapse onto your belly, bringing Joel down with you. He lays half on top of you, the both of you unable to speak while you catch your breath.

Joel places sweet, lazy kisses along the skin closest to him on your back, sighing heavily. “Fuckin’ incredible, baby,” he whispers, biting you playfully on a sensitive, ticklish spot.

You let out a tired laugh and wiggle under him before he pulls out of you, moving to readjust your clothing so it’s back on completely. He tucks his arms under your shoulders and lifts you up, and then slides them to your thighs, continuing to lift you and you gladly let him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist and arms around his neck as he carries you the short distance back to the bedroom. He’s gentle as he lays you down, following up with pulling the bedsheet over you and crawling into the bed next to you. You two kiss for what feels like ages, no expectation in any of the meetings between your lips, just the desire to feel the others warmth and affection. Joel lets out murmurs of “my girl” periodically between kisses, building the emotion inside of you until you feel a single tear slide from your eye, traveling down onto the pillow beneath you.

“Your girl,” you find yourself quietly whispering as the two of you fall asleep cradled in each other’s arms.

With your parents out of town, you get to spend the entire weekend at Joel’s without anyone wondering where you are, and it’s some of the best hours of your life, holing up in his house together. You only leave to take Benny for his walks, get him food from your parents’ place, and on Saturday night to sneak into your parents’ pool to skinny dip in the dark. It’s exhilarating, letting Joel chase you around in the pool as you splash at him with the promise of something sexy to come after.

Joel cooks for you - breakfasts and lunches, and he brings you fresh fruit and periodic snacks while you lounge around, binge watching new reality shows for Joel to try and a movie that makes you cry. When you look at Joel through your tears, you notice the shimmer of tears in his and try to suppress your smile. You order pizza for dinner, learning that Joel’s go-to is a pepperoni and mushroom pizza, which happens to be at the top of your list too so you don’t have to argue about it.

You live in Joel’s clothes, not even bothering to stop at your place for anything since Joel cheekily suggested that you go without underwear, leading to yet another mind-blowing round of sex that leaves you pleasantly exhausted. That’s how it goes, the both of you in close quarters together - one small flirtatious comment leads to Joel’s tongue on your cunt, your mouth around his cock, or him buried deep inside of you for countless times over that Saturday and Sunday.

Everything is so easy, and you never run out of things to talk about together over the course of the days you spend together. When Sunday evening rolls around, you pout continuously at the prospect of having to leave and for the two of you to have to go back to reality and work the following day. Your parents are supposed to come back tonight, and you know you can’t stay at Joel’s much longer. He caresses your naked body to his once more after a particularly frenzied fuck, knowing you’d have to leave afterwards he wanted to leave you with something to think about tonight. And rest assured, you certainly will be.

You groan, looking at him and opening your mouth to speak.

“I know,” Joel says, placing a gently finger on your lips. “You’ve gotta get going, angel.”

“Nooo,” you whine, burying your face in his chest.

“Clingy little thing,” he jests, counteracting his words by clinging you tighter to him and laughing.

“You’re clingy too, remember all the times you had to fuck me this weekend ‘cause your cock gets hard if I even look at you a certain way?” you poke back with a raised eyebrow, challenging him.

“Don’t start talkin’ about my cock now, or you know what happens,” Joel warns, even though he knows neither of you have time for what would come next. “C’mon now, I’ll walk you down,” he says with a nudge into your side.

You frown but slide out of Joel’s bed, throwing on another one of his shirts and pairs his boxers. You are somewhat eager to wear something that fits you after days spent with this as your uniform, but you’ll miss having the feel and scent of Joel covering your body at all times. This certainly won’t be the last time you put on his clothes, anyways, you think as a comfort to yourself.

Joel follows you down to his kitchen, where he holds your hips as you stand at the sliding back door.

“Thanks for stayin’ over sweetheart,” Joel says before tugging your body flush with his, leading you into a warm embrace.

“Should be thanking you,” you reply, thinking of all the food, comfort, and care he gave you.

“Alright, off with you now,” Joel says, reaching around you and opening the door. He’s still got his arms wrapped around you in a hug, and he moves the few steps with you until you’re on the threshold of the door. You giggle at the awkwardness of his steps following yours before he captures your mouth in several kisses, the two of you leaning outside of the door now. You pull away reluctantly and place a hand on his chest, smiling coyly up at him.

“Bye,” you say quietly, and Joel steps backwards into his house before you turn to head back to your parents’ house. It’s early evening, and they’re supposed to be back in a few hours, giving you plenty of time to shower and change into fresh clothes that aren’t Joel’s, take care of the house, and get Benny settled back into your parents place after spending the weekend with you and Joel. He’s been at your heels as you said your goodbyes, and you call for him to follow you out of Joel’s house.

When you look up from Benny and over the fence towards your parents’ yard, you lock eyes with one of the last people you’d wanted or expected to see - your dad.

Well, shit.

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[lovelyfaustus]

Do you have an hcs for Claude with an angel partner??

I ABSOLUTELY DO!!!!!

claude faustus x angel! s/o

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🕷️honestly, i know claude's a demon and everything, but i can't see him hating angels really. like how demons and grim reapers are supposed to hate each other, claude seemed kinda indifferent when grell pulled up after alois (:c) died. he's just indifferent

🕷️however, once you two actually started seeing each other more often, he would come to like your company

🕷️once he realized he felt some twinge of "love" around you though, he would start to ignore you and/or be kinda mean to you

🕷️regardless of how he feels about angels, he does NOT think they can be companions with demons; that eradicates the entire point of angels and demons, they are opposites!

🕷️i can imagine he would say something really hurtful to purposely push you away and it would work, you wouldn't come around anymore because claude made it crystal clear you weren't needed or wanted

🕷️he would wonder about you after some time, because you had become part of his daily routine, and since you weren't around anymore, there were no jokes to laugh at, no playful glances, and a lot of time to himself

🕷️he WOULD realize that this is what the humans would call "missing somebody" (wtf??? bros confused)

🕷️claude would then begin searching for you, after putting alois to bed. he'd prolly find you by a river or something, skipping rocks or picking flowers

🕷️would call out to you, and when you see him (depending on if you choose to ignore him or not) you would stand up and make some dirty look at him and ask what he wants, or saying you were just leaving the spot you were in; he can have it all to himself

🕷️claude's unfortunately a bit too prideful to admit a mistake, so he won't outright apologize

🕷️he WILL, however, tell you that he did enjoy your time spent together, and that he may slightly regret tossing you out

🕷️he would wait for sum type of response from you, hoping you would come back to him

-onto the real hcs now!!!!-

🕷️claude wouldn't say it to your face, but he thinks you're so beautiful. like claude picked up a painting hobby and his tiny little paint room at the estate is just canvases littered with you all over them

🕷️he does think of you very fondly, and very highly as well

🕷️he would go around the garden at the estate, picking flowers for you and placing them on your wings if you aren't looking

🕷️did i mention, he thinks you're a real stunner? i know i said this before, but like. i gotta emphasize, you are quite literally the point definition of beauty to him, he's never seen a creature so....nice to look at

🕷️he will show you love through his actions, never daring to say 'i love you' out loud, especially to an angel

🕷️little poems he scribbled down, placing them around your shared space, those doily things he was making in the garden to wear on your wings, he would make flower crowns for you. claude really just likes showing love through small actions

🕷️(he thinks love is kinda cringe but he DOES love you, just doesn't wanna say it)

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claude my bbg

[astyrial]

smooth moves spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: a touch of a hand brings out spencer’s poetic side word count: 1k warnings: mentions of murder/weapons, probably ooc masterlist | requests are open

    the police station reeks with overrunning minds, each room becoming nearly unbearable. you grab your notepad, already heading out the door so you could have some fresh air. when pushing open the back door you instantly take a deep breath to take in the pennsylvania air. 

  your eyes close for a second, finally feeling at ease. within a few steps you see a bench, a little dirty, but ultimately better than inside the station. you sit down quickly, crossing your legs in front of you and opening up your notebook. 

  there's only a couple of things you know, the serial killer is male, likely in his thirties to forties, strained relationship with his father. which doesn't narrow it down entirely.. he kidnaps from similar places, late night laundromats, motels, etc. 

  you bite your lip, your eyebrows narrowing as you try to piece everything together in your head. he drops off typically at night, meaning he likely has a day job. probably a nine to five. but so does most of the population... 

  everything seems to drop off at a dead end, ending up with you tapping the notebook against your forehead. "i saw you sneak out, you okay?" a soothing voice questions from the back door of the police station. 

  you look up from the notebook and see spencer standing there, his head tilted in curiosity, "yeah, it just got too stuffy in there. i just needed some fresh air to see if i could figure something out."

  "understandable, studies have shown that fresh air can help with stress and anxiety-" he suddenly stops as soon as he sees you smiling softly, your eyebrows lowered, "sorry, you don't need a lesson on the benefits of fresh air. i can help think of some solutions?"

  a larger smile makes its way to your face, your hand patting against the spot besides you. "absolutely," he makes his way to the bench, sitting beside you, his leg touching yours. 

  you show him your notebook, explaining that you can't think of anything more defining about the crimes. he doesn't hide their faces, indicating he doesn't know them. he uses a knife that is then discarded next to the victim. no gunshot wounds, no foreign dna. 

  "maybe he's a cleaner. has a day shift in which he cleans out the motels and such, then he returns during the night. the killer would then know how to clean up the scenes," spencer turns to look at you, bringing his leg up so his ankle is resting on the other one.

  you nod, thinking of it yourself, and it makes perfect sense. there were no signs of breaking in at the motel, meaning the person let them in or they had a key. "spencer you are a genius, i mean literally, but also this could quite literally be the key to solving this case. i need to message penelope to check cleaning companies..."

  spencer lights up at the sound of you calling him a genius, your right hand haphazardly landing on his as you attempt to text penelope with one hand. he looks away from a second, his mind trying to stay on the case, but the thought of you completely overtaking. 

  "hopefully she can find something... you know, you always get this kind of look when we figure something major out with the case," spencer looks over at you, trying to interpret your reaction to figure out what he should say next. 

  "really? like a ridiculous, should tone it down look, or what?" you give him a lopsided grin, shrugging your shoulders at the clearly overwhelmed genius. 

  spencer shakes his head, unable to move his hand out from beneath yours, loving the heat that it creates. he gives you a lopsided grin of his own, "no, never tone it down… well it's like you’re glowing, like the moon is reflecting off of you and creating the perfect illusion."

  "oh you're a poet now doctor reid? and thank you, no one has ever quite described me like that. or least not my appearance when i'm really happy with the result of something," your fingers wrap around the side of spencer's hand, your thumb rubbing against his. 

  he looks down at your hands and back at your eyes. his heart racing rather quickly, "i do know quite a few amounts of poems, memorized them because of my mom. i could recite some for you- but maybe when he return in virginia. it fits you well, your glowing complexion."

  before you can even think to reply to his comments, the back door of the station opens. there stands derek his eyes looking between the two of you. with a smirk on his face, derek insinuates that penelope had been trying to message you that she found a common cleaning company. 

  you thank him quickly before heading back inside, letting go of spencer's hand while passing derek. "smooth move there, pretty boy, thought i was the only one who could get another fbi agent," he pats spencer's shoulder, 

  "we should probably head inside, especially if penelope found something," spencer motions towards the door, trying to the change the subject, but he can't seem to hide the very obvious smile lurking on his face, "we were just talking, trying to figure out the answer to this case. nothing extreme."

  derek nods, shrugging his shoulders with an annoyingly cocky smile on his face, "if you say so pretty boy, because you were definitely holding hands there. probably getting your smoochin' on while solving this case."

  spencer rolls his eyes, tilting his head back as he attempts to ignore derek's awful insinuations of the two of you. he turns to look away, noticing you opening the back door to call the two of them in. "not a word of this," he narrows his eyes at the casanova. 

  you open the door, your face glowing at the sight of spencer. and it didn't take long for his to do the same. he looks back at derek and shakes his head before moving forward into the building. maybe it wasn't the best time for the two of you to discover the chemistry building, but it is certainly memorable.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

"When I wake up, you'll still be here, right?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Sigma X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hi<333 may I request prompt 18 from the event with Sigma? (preferably sub Sigma and Dom gn or fem reader<3) " ◜By lovely anon!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Manga spoiler alert (It's a bit different from the real story line but the whole thing is kinda adopted from the manga), Explicit smut, Sub!Sigma, Dom!Reader, Usage of pet names (Pretty boy, Sweetheart, etc), Praising, Face sitting, Thigh fucking, Dirty talk, Cunnilingus, MDNI

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Can't believe I finished this in one sitting-

If it weren't for your greedy tongue exploring his mouth, Sigma couldn't have believed you were here.

536 Days. He hadn't heard anything from you for 536 days. Ever since he opened his eyes for the first time, you were with him. It was just a mission at first, you keeping an eye on the DoA's new toy so that everything would go as planned; but slowly, you found yourself feeling something for the poor man who was going through a lot, despite his young age. It was a blessing that he was born mature, you thought to yourself. Because you could never let a child be used as a small tool. But the real reason was... You were glad he was an adult so that your feelings for him weren't inappropriate, to say at least.

You didn't even want to think about your bosses reaction if he found out that you also took a liking toward the white haired man.

Sigma was no different. He fell for you even harder. Out of all people who had used him and then threw him away like he was nothing but a useless piece of trash, you were still there, keeping him company in every second he spent. Sigma liked to think that he wasn't just a task to you, that the reason why you were so caring and cautious toward him was that you felt the same way, and he was right; he found that about it the day you slammed your lips onto his, capturing them in a hungry kiss.

In that moment, Sigma was feeling alive, for the first time.

Everything happened so fast. You finding your way to the bedroom, kissing him with reassurance that this is not just a casual hook up, introducing him to the world of lust. And boy he was enjoying it.

But after three month, you left. You suddenly disappeared from his life, leaving no traces behind. He felt miserable, just like the times when other people took advantage of him. He knew that you had a reason, that you would never do this to him if you didn't have to; but it was hard to have faith in that belief, when he was surrounded with manipulative people.

Though now that you were back, he didn't have any doubt in your love anymore.

It was an exhausting day for him at the casino. Having so many guests and a lot of them were famous politicians seeking for a night of fun; incredibly tiring for him. As the amazing manager he was, he stuck around to make sure that great service was offered to the men; and that wasn't an easy job to be done when the guests were so picky.

He recognized your scent the second he stepped into his room. That expensive cologne he bought for you on your first monthly anniversary... Could it be? Were you really back?

Two hand appearing from behind, wrapping around his stomach seemed like it was true.

Sigma could ask you a lot of things, why did you leave him, what happened to you, how have you been, but there were more important things to be taken care off; like how he was yearning for your touch after his separation from you for so many days.

And of course you played along.

Your hands started exploring through his fluffy silver hair. Sigma felt your lips forming into a soft smile as you smelled his coconut scented shampoo, the one that he used to apply on his hair every morning on 6:30 am.

He hadn't changed at all. Not even one bit.

It was new, the way your tongue was pushing itself past his lips to crash with his. He groaned into the kiss when your thump started lightly rubbing on his cheek. He could worry about how you got this experienced in French kissing afterwards, but now he wanted to take his time to recreate every memory you had in this very same room.

If only he could live without air.

The kiss was broken by his ceaseless panting, but his hands didn't leave your body. They just switched places to your soft cheeks, and his eyes got locked with yours, sharp gazes burning each others body to the tip of your toes. He could see the way your eyes sparkled behind the dark clouds of lust, and it was incredible how he didn't need any lights to witness it.

"You really are back"

His voice was soft, with hidden hints of resentment in it. Of course he was mad at you. How could you leave him without saying anything and come back here like nothing happened? How dare you have such pretty eyes that makes him forget all the nights he gripped the pillow, pretending like you were in his arms?

You beamed as you leaned your forehead on his, staring into his gorgeous grey eyes.

"I am"

His fingers lightly caressed your cheeks.

"I missed you... So much. It's good that you're here, again"

The urge to have his head on your lap and tell him about everything you went through when you were apart was really strong; but it was hard to focus on that when his erection was poking your abdomen from under the clothes.

"I know baby. I can definitely tell how much you missed me"

That wasn't really kind of you to fluster him like this when you just had a reunion, but you couldn't really help it. It's hard to get rid of old habits, honestly.

"I- A- Stop teasing me y/n" He nervously nagged as he tried to cover up his embarrassment, but you both knew it was useless; since it was you. He couldn't hide anything from you, and sadly, you weren't the same.

"So... you miss me that much?"

Sigma recognized that smirk in a glance, and instead of rejecting you, telling you to go back to wherever the hell you've been for the past one and half years, his eyes twitched with excitement when he felt you hands finding their way to his crotch.

"Show me then. Show me how much you missed me"

"Fuck!"

A low pitched moan escaped your mouth when his tongue made contact with your clit again. His face was red from how your thighs were suffocating him; but he would never protest against it. Hell he would even kill for that addictive taste of yours.

"You look so pretty down there. Pretty boy. My pretty boy"

Now was not the time to blush, so he dug his tongue down your whole harder as he swallowed your sticky arousal.

"Just, look at you sweetheart; It's like youre tongue was- Ah- made for my pussy. Youre also having fun doing this, aren't you? I mean, there can't be any other reason for how you still keep going despite having a hard time breathing down there"

Sigma didn't really want to answer you, because what could he say? That he had jerked himself off at nights while imagining this? That he can never get enough of your sweet, tempting touch? He had rather not say anything. He just gripped your ass, pushing you forward to rub his tongue on your folds a bit deeper, which leaded to you moaning louder than before.

"Ride my face"

His firm tune surprised you a little, but it was a matter of time before your expression changed from shocked into a smug one.

"Oh? My baby is feeling greedier today?"

The lustful look in his eyes was enough affirmation for you.

"Ok then. Challenge accepted sweetie"

Placing your hands on the mattress, you started moving your hips back and forth to feel his hot muscle on your pussy even more. You had never done this before, and you regretted that so hard as the amazing feeling was sending you over the moon. The way his tongue was rubbing against your clit, poking at your sensitive spot every time you moved forward on his face; it was driving you nuts. Sigma felt proud when he sensed your body shivering on his face. He wrapped his palm around his girth and started stroking himself furiously as the view of you using him to get yourself off was too arousing to resist.

You felt your heart beating faster and with the way your thighs were shaking you knew that you weren't far from your release, so you suddenly stopped moving, making Sigma look up at you with curiousity in his eyes.

What he didn't expect to see was your heartwarming smile and your loving gaze pointed at him.

"I'm sorry... For leaving without saying anything. And I did miss you, more than you can imagine"

A small but passionate kiss was placed on his lips, then he felt you lying on top of him, closing your thighs around his cock.

You can't be thinking of...

"Let me make it up to you too, ok?"

A few strands of hair was tucked behind his ear, but he still couldn't break eye contact with you. Not with your penetrating eyes.

"Fuck my thighs baby. I owe you this"

Sigma had never been a fan of changes, but this one seemed to appeal to him; since he started thrusting in between your thighs, enjoying how the soft flesh of you thighs were rubbing against his member. He was frustrated enough from eating you out earlier, he didn't need to be told twice to release his frustration on your poor thighs.

But he wasn't the only one who was frustrated. His length was constantly brushing against your core, making your mind go numb. It wasn't like he was doing this on purpose, it was your own stupid idea of letting him have his way with you for tonight, so now you had to put up with it.

Didn't mean you couldn't press your thighs on his dick harder to feel him against your pussy even more.

Pants and moans were the only sound filling the room, and it was getting louder second by second. Even you had abandoned acting tough and gave up on holding your voice down, since you wanted to let him know that he was doing good, and you liked how your whimpers and his groans went so well together.

Finally, his cock twitched and loads of cum spread over the back of your thighs. You chuckled at the ticklish feeling of his hot arousal covering your skin, and captured his lips into a wet, open mouth kiss. He lifted you up a bit to have enough access to your clit, rubbing it harshly; and it didn't take you long to let out a loud moan and wrap your arms around his neck as your body shivered, your cum staining your inner thigh.

"Mhm... that was..."

"Amazing"

Your hands started roaming on his stomach as you leaned your head on his chest. The way his heart was racing made you smile brightly. This was all for you, and only you.

"Y/n?" "Yes honey?"

He sounded a bit insecure, speaking with a shaky voice like that. It made you raise your head a bit, only to meet a nervous gaze dancing in his eyes.

"When I wake up, you'll still be here; right? You won't suddenly disappear like the last time, will you?"

The reason why you did that... He had the right to know everything. It was an important mission and the higher ups had threatened you to do it clean and successfully, or else your loved ones would be harmed. You couldn't bare the thought of losing Sigma, so you had to do it. You had to get away from him to keep him safe. And of course you would tell him all that, but in the morning, when you're both feeling better and ready for a serious talk.

"I promise you one thing baby. I will never, ever leave you again. If I'm going anywhere, then I'm taking you with me. You have my word on that one"

A small sigh breaking out of his mouth was a good sign, and it made your heart drop at how he was relieved only by hearing your honest words.

"Promise?"

"On my life. We will never separate again, my love. Only death can fall us apart, even though I will fight against that too, till theres no blood left in my veins"

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The Criminal And The Princess VII

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : Cosy time in the apartment for Eden and Eddie.

Word Count : 2.1k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, talks of food issues, talks of eddies dad, talks of arguments, talks of horror films, very fluffy, petnames.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

I passed Eddie a green mug, full of coffee, giving him a smile. I took a sip of my own green tea before sitting down next to him.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” Eddie asked. “It’s up to you.”

“Do you mind horror?”

“Not at all,” I said, grabbing the remote and going to the horror section.

Scrolling through, Eddie leaned forward, putting his mug on the coffee table next to mine. “Thank you for this,” he spoke softly.

“Hm?”

“The company. I appreciate it, your homes really nice.”

“It’s okay. I like the company too.”

“Have you seen the scream movies?”

“Mhm, I only really like the original one though.”

“Wanna watch that one?” Eddie asked. I nodded, going down to find the movie.

Eddie had seemed to settle more now, when he first walked into the apartment, he almost didn’t know what to do. Saying he didn’t want to dirty anything, but of course he was fine.

It was nice seeing him in my space. I could feel myself leaning into him, I found a comfort in the fact he was there. And I think, not to be cocky, that he found that comfort in me.

“Do you want some popcorn?” I asked Eddie, already pushing up off the sofa to make some. “Sure.” I could hear his rings rubbing together, almost as if he was wringing his hands - he had a habit of doing that.

“Hey Eden.” He was leaning against the counter, his hip pressed against it, arms folded. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry, if this is a weird thing to ask, I’m not good with this, I just um-“

I put the popcorn down, looking at the boy properly now. “What is it Eddie?” I walked over to him, “I uh, I got into a fight with my uncle, and I just … I need a hug-“

Before he even finished the sentence I’d wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. His arms joined around my waist, holding me close as he put his face into my neck.

“It’s okay,” I said, running my hand over his hair. “Thank you for this, we just had a misunderstanding and then everything blew up.”

“Come on, let’s sit.” I took his hand, leading him back to the couch. Holding his hand in my lap, I let the boy speak. “He heard me on the phone, getting an earful from the head of the school.”

Humming, the boy continued, “He flipped. Saying this is what happens to music stars and that I should focus on history and do something sensible.”

“Oh Eddie I’m sorry,” I rubbed my thumb on the back of his hand.

“That wasn’t even the worse bit, he said that music like mine led to my mom’s downfall. Meeting my dad, he’s a deadbeat, having me a teenager and then dying soon after.”

I squeezed his hand. “Music makes me feel so connected to her and he just made it out to be this horrible thing. I flipped after that saying it was something beautiful she left behind, and that he was mad because he was stuck on a dull job.

“Then I walked out, haven’t been home since,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his large palms. “God, where did you sleep?”

“In the van, have blankets and stuff in there.”

“Eddie that’s so unsafe!”

“It’s fine.”

“How are you feeling about seeing your uncle?”

“I think I should stay away, I’ve never shouted at him before.”

“Well okay, you can stay away today, but you’re going home and speaking to him tomorrow.” He raised a brow at me. “You can sleep here. Johnny and Steve have both left clothes here so.”

“You don’t have to do th-“ I cut him off.

“I want too. Let me look after you.” I put my hand on his knee squeezing. “Thank you Eden, you’re a really good person.”

“So are you. Now let’s watch this movie.”

“Before we do, can I borrow a hair tie?” Nodding, I walked to my room and gave the band a good stretch before walking out. Eddie held his thick locks and pulled them back, tying them into his signature bun.

“Thank you, was getting a little warm.”

“Of course.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The movie was around the halfway point when I felt something on my shoulder. Looking at Eddie. His eyes closed, long lashes kissing his cheeks, his lips pouted slightly as he let out soft breaths.

He really was beautiful.

The night in the van must have been awful, I didn’t want to disturb him, letting him remain where he was. He seemed so peaceful, which was amusing, considering the movie that was playing.

The popcorn was long forgotten, tea and coffee had gone cold and I, myself began to feel tired. My head resting on top of Eddies as my eyes fell shut.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Be quiet!” I heard a voice hiss. Nancy? I heard almost silent footsteps,but they were clumsy, Robin? With a sigh my eyes opened slowly, seeing the pair in front of me.

“Hi?” I said, voice croaky as they stared at me. “Hello.”

“Hi.” They said in sync. Both sporting small grins. “What?” I asked.

Nancy motioned her head to next to besides me. I hadn’t noticed I was now lay down on the couch, resting on a familiar person. Eddie lay sound asleep. The night in the van must have been rough.

“Oh,” I said.

“Oh?” Robin snorted.

“Shut up, both of you shoo. Go.” I waved them off, and with giggled they went. Picking up my phone I saw that it was getting late.

“Eddie,” I said, shaking him gently. He let out humming sound of protest at being disturbed, which made me laugh. “Come on, up you get.”

“Did I- Oh shit .. sorry,” he figured out he’d fallen asleep then. But that wasn’t what my focus was on, it was on how deep his voice had gotten, thick with sleep. Good fucking lord. The sound went straight to my … never mind.

“Come on, you can hop in the shower and I’ll fix us some dinner?”

“Are you sure?”

“Course I am,” I offered a sleepy smile. Leading him to the bathroom I lay out some clothes, then fetched some of Steve’s clothes out of a spare draw.

He crashed here a lot. “I’ll leave them on here, help yourself to anything. The peach scented stuff is mine so, but if you don’t want that, Jonathan’s stuff is in here,” I motioned to a cupboard.

“I think I’ll take you up on the peach stuff, you always smell great.” I snorted, with a nod of my head, placing towels and a change of clothes on the counter top, scurrying away.

Walking out into the kitchen, I saw Nancy and Robin leaning up against the counter. “What?” I asked.

“Eddies here,” Nancy said with a shrug.

“He is. I said he could stay the night, he’s had a fight with his uncle so. Is that good with you guys?”

Both of them let out a yell of “Yes!” With wide eyes I looked at them, “What is up with you two?”

“Just you and Eddie … it’s cute,” Robin said.

“He’s a friend.”

“Sure E,” Robin smirked, “And Vic and John are our friends,” she motioned between herself and Nancy.

“Both of you shush! So what he’s cute. I like spending time with him, but I’ve know him for like a week!”

“And?”

“And it’s a week!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.

“I’ve never seen you this into a guy E, or anyone for that matter.”

“Well I don’t really do this kind of thing.”

“What?”

“Like people.”

The pair smiled, jesus it was like looking at two cheshire cats. “So you like him?” Robin asked. “I … maybe? I don’t know!”

Nancy hummed, “Come on Robs, let’s leave her be.” The shorter girl held the others hand leading her away. With a sigh I rubbed my face, heading to make dinner for me and Eddie.

Those girls would be the death of me … or the very attractive man who was currently naked in my bathroom.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Around 20 minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, and was thankful for the quick meal of shitty but fantastic tacos I’d made for me and Eddie.

“Hey,” he spoke from behind me, as I grabbed up two cans of Dr Pepper, something I’d found out he liked. “Hi,” I turned to look at the boy and nearly choked at the sight.

His hair was damp, still dripping a few beads of water. Steve’s top was too small for Eddie slightly larger frame, the muscles on his arms making it stretch tight.

It was slightly too short on him, making it cropped, revealing his soft yet toned stomach. Oh my god. Clearing my throat, I slid the plate and drink to him.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better now,” The boy said, instantly tucking into the food. “It’s okay,” I smiled. The food was shit, but the company was great. I hadn’t felt this comfortable eating around someone in a long time.

Eddie was a sweet boy.

Eddie was a great friend.

Eddie was someone I could see myself falling for.

“Eden!” I looked up, Eddies dark eyes watching me. “Where’d you go Princess?” Putting the taco back on the plate I hummed before speaking, “Sorry was in my own head, skating stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Anything I can do to help?” With a shake of my head I replied, “Nah, just got my trainer back, so routines changed a bit.”

He let out a soft ‘oh’, sound taking another bite of his food.

I took him in, his tattoos, his pretty face, where his fingertips were rough from playing guitar, but steady from painting.

He really was extraordinary.

“Did you do those yourself?” I asked, motioning to one of the tattoos on his arm. It was a puppet on strings, “I drew it, but I didn’t do this one. I’ve got a few shitty stick and pokes,” he laughed.

He turned his arm so I could see a wobbly smiley face there. “I did that when I was 17, old man almost killed me when he realised it wasn’t marker,” he laughed.

“Your old man?”

“Uh my Uncle Wayne.”

“Oh I see,” I nodded taking a sip of my drink, “You don’t see your dad?”

“I haven’t seen him since I was like 12? No clue where he’s at to be honest.”

“Right, so not long after your mom passed.”

“Yeah, he got worse, got arrested and Wayne’s my closest relative so. I guess I got lucky. I know I’m pissed at him, but he’s a great guy.”

“He does sound it. I’ll look forward to meeting him.” With a smirk he looked at me, “You wanna meet him?”

“Well you’ve met my dad, only fair that I meet yours.”

“I guess you’re right princess.” With a nod I motioned to his plate, “Want any more?”

“Sure if there’s any going.” Taking his plate in hand, I filled it back up with tacos and veggies.

“Here you go pretty boy, eat up.” Eddies face flushed and he brushed his hair back out of his face, it was bothering him clearly.

“I can braid it for you if you want?”

“What?”

“Your hair, I can braid it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, finish eating and I’ll do it for you.”

The boy seemed to wolf it down, at that offer. Soon enough he was sat on the couch, I was behind it brushing through his hair with my hands, putting detangler in it.

He was almost purring at the feeling. Soon his hair was in three seconds, being braided into one. “Does this feel okay?” I asked.

“Mhm.”

“Not too tight?”

“No it feels fine.

Soon his thick curls were in a large braid, that came past his shoulders. “You have such pretty hair I’m jealous.” I plopped myself next to him.

“Thank you.” He stretched out letting out a slight yawn. “You tired?” I asked.

“A little.”

“I’ll go get you some pillows and a blanket okay?”

“Okay.”

Going to my room I grabbed a blanket out of my wardrobe and a couple pillows off my bed. Wandering back out to Eddie, he gave me a smile. “Thanks Princess.”

“You sure you’re okay sleeping out here? I can bunk in with one of the girls and you can stay in my room.”

“Seriously it’s all good. This couch is a lot comfier than the van,” he joked.

“You try and get some sleep okay?” He nodded, taking the pillows and placing them at the end of the couch, pulling the blanket over his lap.

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Princess.”

Walking to my room he spoke again, “Eden?” I hummed, turning to face him.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The slow burn is burning.

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[stellagibs0ns]

Bedannibal prompt: Road trip to a convention/conference because Hannibal is convinced it's faster if he drives them rather than take a plane.

Bedelia is completely against the idea, but begrudgingly goes along, only for the car to break down on them.

And if you're *Really* feeling up too it, motel with only one bed trope?

i am SO sorry this ended up being like 1.5k but this prompt was TOO good!! pre relationship flirty bedannibal my beloveds!

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The drive from Maryland to New Hampshire is 7 hours, give or take. Hannibal had mentioned a psychology conference two weeks prior, and Bedelia figured it was within her best interests to oblige him. While she has her reasons to be wary of him, she doesn’t imagine he’d go through the trouble of driving all the way to New Hampshire just to put an end to her.

While she’d suggested a flight, he insisted on driving. Bedelia is a nervous flier, but it was more appealing than spending seven hours in a car with Hannibal. It isn’t that she doesn’t appreciate his company, or that she doesn’t appreciate him. Her concerns were more centered around the fact she’s never spent more than two hours alone with him.

The early July air is thick and heady, the breeze combing through Bedelia’s blonde hair. They’d left later than intended, but the afternoon sun is still high and hot. She turns to glance at him through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses. They’re two hours into their trip, and it isn’t nearly as unpleasant as she was expecting it to be. He’s a good conversationalist, in his own way.

“Du Maurier,” he says simply. “French, no? I don’t believe I ever asked.”

She pushes her sunglasses up onto her head with a small hum.

“On my father’s side. I spent a handful of years in Marseille as a teenager.”

“Marseille is beautiful,” Hannibal hums thoughtfully. “Have you seen much of Europe, Bedelia?”

“Not nearly enough.”

“Have you been to Italy? I admit, I favour Italy greatly. The architecture, the culture. It’s deep. Rich.”

“Italy? Mm. Venice twice, but nothing beyond that.”

“Florence is my particular favourite. Perhaps you’ll accompany me one day.”

Bedelia’s eyebrow raises.

“You don't strike me as the type to take a colleague to Italy.”

A smirk settles on Hannibal’s face.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t be accompanying me as a colleague.”

Bedelia purses her lips at that, and she glances out of the window. He’s almost enticingly infuriating, and she has another five hours of this to look forward to.

—

Another two hours of idle conversation (although she’s sure that idle conversation between two psychologists is far from the ordinary), the engine sputters and the car comes to a halt. Bedelia stiffens slightly, glancing to Hannibal. He seems unfazed. Her eyes flicker to the gas meter, but she knows they left on a full tank.

The road they’re on is quiet, the sun getting lower in the sky with each passing moment. Hannibal gets out of the car, and Bedelia watches him circle to the hood. The smoke that billows up when he lifts it is almost comical, but she’s finding little humour in the fact his car is broken down on a stretching road in the middle of nowhere.

Bedelia gets out of the car, as though she could do something to help.

A snide remark about a flight sits beneath her tongue, but she chooses not to push her luck with him.

“Should I be making a call?” Bedelia asks, breaking the silence.

Neither of them are the type to be overly handy with cars. Bedelia always let the grease-covered men at the shop handle her car, and there’s a limit to how dirty Hannibal will get his hands.

“Perhaps,” he says, peering over the machinery of the car. “That is, unless, you know your way around a car.”

Bedelia huffs at that. Not very likely.

She almost misses the smirk tugging at his lips.

How perfect this is. Alone in the middle of god knows where with Hannibal Lecter. However, when she crosses back to the passenger seat to retrieve her purse, she catches the way the evening sun hits his high cheekbones. The way his muscles tug at the crisp white shirt he’s wearing. It’s entirely inappropriate, and so she turns her attention to her purse.

A call is made, but they’re given a forty five minute wait. Bedelia does her best to keep her tone polite, but the idea of waiting forty five minutes in this heat leaves her agitated and fussy.

So, the two of them sit side by side in the unmoving car. Hannibal is patient, and collected. Bedelia is growing more irritable by the minute.

“I take it you aren’t one for the outdoors, Bedelia.”

He looks almost smug.

“No. I am not,” she says. She toes off her Louboutins, crossing her stockinged legs and tapping her nails on the side of her purse.

“You and I both. I’m only grateful the weather is pleasant. I have an aversion to the cold,” Hannibal says, his eyes raking over her features.

“Mm.”

“Water?” Hannibal offers, and it isn’t chilled, but it’s better than nothing.

Bedelia takes the bottle, and eyes it suspiciously for a moment. For all she knows, this could be orchestrated. She ignores the thrum of perverse excitement that passes through her. Entirely inappropriate.

“It’s water, Bedelia. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“I can see that,” she replies hoarsely, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip.

She notices the way his eyes flicker down to her throat as she swallows, and a light flush creeps onto her cheeks.

After a futile handful of attempts to strike up conversation, Hannibal leaves it alone. He knows that she speaks only when she has something to say, and it’s clear their predicament and the humidity is making her uncomfortable.

—

The exchange with the mechanic is perfectly polite, and no problems arise. She hadn’t expected them to, but Hannibal can be unpredictable. What shocked her the most was when the man had turned to Hannibal and offered them a ride, insisting on getting ‘you and the missus’ out of the heat. Hannibal had no response outside of a polite ‘thank you’, nor had he made the effort to correct the man. That left her with a strange, unidentifiable feeling in her stomach.

Hannibal’s demeanour hadn’t even changed when the mechanic let them know that while the car was very much fixable, it would be an overnight job. Their best bet was to find a motel nearby.

Bedelia, on the other hand, couldn’t help the way her face soured slightly. Less at the idea of their trip being delayed, but more at the fact she’d be staying in a motel.

The desk clerk, a buxom young woman, almost seemed shocked when they approached the counter. They were hardly odd to look at, but they were both dressed immaculately for a road trip, of all things. Too immaculately to be staying in a motel.

Bedelia toes at the carpet beneath her feet while Hannibal is the first to speak up. His request for two rooms is met with an unfortunate expression.

“We’re all booked up this weekend,” the young woman says, smacking her gum. Bedelia notices the way a vague expression of displeasure crosses Hannibal’s face. “There’s some big convention in town. The best I can do is one room.”

They have no choice, and Bedelia doesn’t say a word.

“We’ll take it. Thank you very much.”

—

The room isn’t as nauseating as she was anticipating. It’s clean enough, and while it’s not what she’d take if she had a choice, it’ll do for the night. She’s jolted from her thoughts as Hannibal sets their luggage on the bed.

Taking the couch is not an option, she notices. No couch in sight. It’s one night. She’ll live.

“You seem tense, Bedelia,” Hannibal says finally, his hand touching her elbow. His thumb grazes her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

She flushes, and clears her throat.

“Tired.”

He hums. Hannibal draws the curtains and turns on the air conditioning, smoothing out his shirt. They’re both dancing around the inevitable.

“Excuse me,” Bedelia says quietly, after opening her suitcase and taking out her pyjamas. She locks the bathroom door behind her, undressing and slipping into her satin pyjamas. She’s grateful she didn’t choose to pack a slip. However, the thought of Hannibal seeing her like that, with so much skin exposed…

She rids herself of the thought, taking a breath before she unlocks the door. Hannibal has taken the time to change out of his clothes and into a t-shirt and a pair of pyjama pants. It never even occurred to her that he might own a t-shirt. Her mouth turns dry at the sight of it clinging to his broad figure, his hair slightly unruly.

Bedelia exhales. It’s going to be a long night.

The two of them settle on their respective sides of the bed, facing away from one another. Neither wants to be the first to say something, and so a polite ‘goodnight’ is offered, and the lamps are turned off.

Bedelia’s rest is fitful and twitchy for a good while, before she manages to settle herself and melt into her sleep. In fact, it turns out to be the most fulfilling rest she’s had in months. In a motel, nonetheless.

However, it only occurs to her exactly why she slept so well when she opens her eyes to the light filtering through the curtains. She blinks herself awake to find herself wrapped up in Hannibal’s arms, her leg draped over his waist and his hand resting protectively on her lower back.

“Good morning, Bedelia.”

[matenrou-fan]

Hey👋 can I request ichiros fem s/o finding out ichiro is a yandere pls

Fem!s/o finding out Ichiro is a yandere

femreader, overprotectiveness, yandere themes;;

-I think Ichiro, despite his appeal of a gold retriever boyfriend, is actually much more serious and attentive inside than it seems. So he can hide his possessiveness for a pretty long time, acting like just an overprotective guy.

-Kinda ashamed to actually admit his jealousy, so every time he found out you were hanging out with your friends he's like a sad hurted puppy, clinging to you. Warmth of your body so close lets Ichiro feel you're actually here, only here, near him.

"I'm not jealous.. Just, you know.. Spend more time with me, okay?" - he mumbled shyly, looking away as his hands pushed you closer to himself.

-Well, but this looks so cute, not really differ from other people's envy. Everyone can get kinda possessive towards their partner sometimes, so you never consider any danger here.

-There were other things that slowly started bothering you. The way Ichiro always brings out of nowhere some terrible, dirty information about any new people you meet. Well, he knows everyone in his division and even beyond this territory too, due to his job so.. All these things are actually real, don't you think? There's no need for him to lie..

"So that's why you shouldn't talk with them ever again.." - Ichiro moved closer, hugging you in some defensive hug, as if this person who you're talking about would suddenly appear out of nowhere and attack you. - "I don't want you to get into some bad company, okay?"

-The way he always gets unexpectedly pissed off when random guys on the streets try to flirt with you or just to get to know you.. Most of the time your boyfriend just scares them away with angry glares, but these stupid jerks always find time to catch you when he walks away just for a second.

"Stay away from her! She's not alone!" - with a pretty loud shot he gets between you and a surprised man who immediately steps away. There's no difference if he was some kind of pervert or actually just a simple guy, Ichiro willing to have a whole beef.

-The way you catch him at least a few times checking your phone, and especially your text. Already knowing who your closest friends are, he always tries to find out what you are talking about with them. And even when you pointed this out, he would say sorry.. But does he actually mean it?

"I'm sorry.. It's not like I don't trust you, I know you'll always be my loyal girlfriend.." - A small kiss from him didn't soothe you like usual. - "I just don't trust your friends, you know? There's something wrong with them, I tell you!"

-..Is this actually the same Ichiro you started to date some time ago? This all happened so slowly, and as you never really suspected his overprotectiveness, now it is hard to say when things get weird. Just how you get used to this so easily, and just now realized?

-But every time you tried to bring up this theme, there's immediately something happening that would distract your attention. What kind of magic! Even before you would say the reason why you want to talk, It's like Ichiro knows when you have another topic or when exactly this one, and always gets away with it.

-The only thing he can do now is to keep being just a good, cheerful boyfriend who's just a little bit overprotective. But you're not that naive and can connect the dots. You found out, and you know. And he knows that you know. But while it's not said out loud, it means everything alright? That means you would run away from his possessiveness, that you would keep being his loyal, precious girlfriend..?

"Sh, don't talk, s/o.." - the warmth of his embrace is so luring, blinding you in the face of danger. - "Just hold me tight, like this.. I don't want you to go away."

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Yandere! Ichiro with NB! darling

-Yandere! Demon King! Ichiro with angel! NB! reader (pt.1; pt.2)

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For the Fun Questions to be Asked post: 1, 14, 22, 28, and 38.

Hey friend, thank you for the ask! (from this post)💜💜💜

I'm going to put a cut since some of this stuff is a bit long and some of it is a little heavy.

1.What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

This was a hard question, but I tried to make sure it wasn't just negative things. I wanted at least one positive one in there.

Before I moved out, my parents used to take us to church every weekend. When I was very small, around 5 or 6, we were praying the Lord's Prayer (aka: Our Father), and our family always held hands when we prayed. Lots of the families around us did, too. I saw an elderly lady next to me who had no one's hand to hold, and I had a free hand, so I offered it to her. She was very happy when I did that. Afterward, my father told me that I made her happy and that was a good thing to do. Since then, even though I no longer attend church or practice the same faith, I still try to reach out to people who seem lonely. I may be shy and more introverted, but I find that it's not hard to overcome that when I see someone who looks lonely and wants some company. And seeing someone smile is worth it.

Around the time I was 9 or 10, I was climbing trees with my siblings. My mother told us specifically not to, but the trees looked climbable so we did. I fell down the tree, and one of the really small branch that had been pointing upward stabbed into my left leg, and a piece broke off inside my leg. I was, of course, crying and in pain. My dad did not help me. He yelled at me to stop crying, told me to push the branch out on my own, and, when I couldn't do it, told me to wait for mother to get home (she was coming back from grocery shopping). I went downstairs and sat on my bed with my leg above the covers so I didn't get them dirty and read a book until my mother came home. When she did, I showed her my leg. She immediately was upset and got tweezers to pull the debris out of my leg and clean it. By that point my leg was numb in that area. She cleaned it and put a bandage on. Then she asked my dad why he would tell me to take care of it on my own, since he should have known I wouldn't be able to get the twig out. He said "I knew she wouldn't be able to, but I didn't want to deal with it". When I think back, there were a lot of instances that led me to think my health and body weren't important, but that was one that stood out the most. It's a large part of why I struggle so much with asking for help from others and something I have been actively working to overcome, especially this past year. I still have a long way to go, though, so I beg the patience of the people around me who care and want to help me that they don't become upset when I am hesitant to accept that help.

When I still lived with my parents, even when I was a child, my mother would confide her financial worries in me and would cry about how dad didn't seem to be so careful with money all the time and it caused her anxiety. Because of that, I can sometimes be very hesitant to spend money and I get very anxious if I don't see certain minimums in my bank account.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

Join a D&D group. It just looks so fun and I love fantasy stories and games like that. But, I don't know a lot of people who play and I get really really shy about doing things like that with people I don't already know.

22. Say 3 things about someone you love

I have many people I love, but, @kimium, you are one of the ones I cherish most, so I will make these 3 things about you!

You're a kind person who has a strong sense of justice.

You have honed wonderful skills in writing and drawing and I love every fic you've ever gifted me with my entire heart. (And the Chuuya you drew me is on display in my room!)

You're my Tea Expert, direct line to the Tea Gods, and I do my best to follow your teachings (lol💜)

28. Do you collect anything?

I collect many things! I like things. Not in a "let me flaunt my wealth" or "I'm going to buy excessive amounts of things and be wasteful" sort of way, but in a "this brings me joy and so I will collect it". I collect manga, novels, enamel pins, art prints (especially fanart), and stickers! I used to collect porcelain dolls, but I currently don't really have space for that and I kind of fell out of that habit after a while. I still have all my old ones, though!

38. Fave song at the moment?

Vortex by JAWS. It's entirely your fault, friend. I love it too much. It scratches the brain itch so well.

[cloudlessly-light]

could u write something with aaron teaching emily to play golf ending with smut?

A/N: Okay so I know NOTHING about golf so the terminology is probably way off but we’re all ignoring that for the sake of my sanity. This is the second time this was requested, first time being from @wilding-flowers, I hope you like this my darling!

Title: Backswing and follow-through Summary: Aaron teaches Emily how to golf. Wait no he doesn’t. Word Count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, feelings, dirty talk

When Emily came back from Paris it didn’t take long until she found a new type of connection with Aaron. They had been friends before Doyle, bordering on something more but never once crossing that line, then she has to leave and everything is different. Not all of it bad, the bond between them only growing stronger as she settles back into her life in DC. But still, things are different, a new kind of understanding between them.

They didn’t need an explanation as one of them walked in with darker circles under their eyes, another night of not sleeping caused by nightmares no one else really understood. They didn’t need to talk about it, would only offer a smile as one of them inevitably left a cup of coffee on the other’s desk.

Things got easier the longer time went by and their friendship only grows, evenings spent together, sometimes with Jack as they talked about nothing and everything. It’s fun and easy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. It’s scary when she realizes that the line they never crossed before, is even more blurred now. She tries to hide her reaction to him as he innocently touches her shoulder or stands a little too close but there’s no denying the way her heart would race or the goosebumps that covered her arms.

Sometimes she thought he felt it too, the maddening want that simmered deep in her belly as his eyes would drift from her eyes to her lips or how he seemed to always find a place beside her. But then nothing would happen and Emily was sure it was all in her head.

“Are you excited for a few days off?” She asked as they packed up for the night. They would be off rotation and unless something massive happened, they would have four days off to recharge.

“Yes, but I’m sure I’ll end up doing paperwork anyways.” He shrugs as he waits for her to pack up the last of her things.

She rolled her eyes at him with a smile, not surprised at his response. He never seemed to be able to relax enough to completely let go of work.

“You have anything fun planned with Jack?” They fell into step with each other as they headed towards the elevator, the rest of the team having left a few minutes earlier.

“Yes he’s been wanting to practice his footwork so we’re playing soccer, but on Sunday Jessica asked to take him for the day and then he’ll stay there so she can take him to school on Monday.”

“So you’re getting a day to yourself? How will you ever survive?” She teased with a smile as she pushed the elevator button.

“I’m actually going to go golfing, haven’t done that in a while.” He saw her eyebrow arch in surprise. “Have you ever been?”

“Golfing?” She asked and he nods. “A couple of times. But I’m horrible.” She laughed and he chuckled.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” The doors open and as they reach her car he turns to her. “If you want and if you don’t have plans, I could teach you?”

“You sure you’d want that?” She asks as he opens the car door for her and she gets in as he looks at her with a gentle smile.

“You know I always enjoy your company.”

So that’s how she finds herself standing in the middle of a golf course watching Aaron swing a club and hitting the ball perfectly. She tries to keep from staring at him, tries to keep her eyes off his strong arms and wide shoulders as his body turns with the swing. She wants to ignore the way she notices the black material of his shirt tighten around his upper arms, how the shirt rides up a tiny bit and shows off a patch of skin above his pants, but she can’t. She feels hot, and she knows that it has nothing to do with the July heat and everything to do with the way the club looks tiny in his hands. Golf was not a sexy sport, but somehow watching Aaron swing a club made her clench her thighs to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.

“So you follow through on the swing, let the club do the work as you turn.” He tells her and Emily barely hears him over the way the blood rushes through her ears. “You try.”

She clears her throat as she stands with her feet apart and holds the club the way he told her earlier. She looks ahead and sees the flag in the distance, down to the white ball and swings the club. She hits the ball, but it’s nowhere near the direction it’s supposed to go and she hears Aaron try to suppress a laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me Hotchner, I told you I was terrible at this.” She huffs and grabs another ball, determined to do better. She swings and in her resolve she uses too much power and almost sends the club flying. This time he does laugh and she turns to him with narrowed eyes.

“When you said you were bad, I didn’t think you meant this bad.” He walks closer to her, a grin still on his face as he turns her back around. His hands fall to her shoulders as he speaks behind her. “You need to release the tension here.” He presses against her shoulders and suddenly any irritation she felt towards him is replaced with something else entirely, the heat inside of her back in an instant.

Aaron moves his hands to her hips, turns her slightly into him and she fights every urge not to press back against his body. When his hands cover hers over the handle of the club she turns her face towards his, her shallow breaths hitting his cheek as he keeps his eyes on the hole ahead of them.

“Follow my lead, okay?” He asks and she nods as she swallows hard. His body turns and she turns with him, his chest pressed against her back and his hands tighten over hers and then he swings and she can’t think of anything but his proximity.

“Look at that.” He smiles at her and let’s go, leaving her dazed and confused as to what he’s talking about until she sees him look at the golf ball rolling on the grass, much closer to the hole than she had been. When he looks back at her he sees the way her cheeks are flushing, how she stares at him and he knows that he isn’t the only one feeling the attraction that he’s been forcing himself to hold back for years.

“Look at that.” She repeats and shakes her head slightly as she tries to clear the fog in her mind but she doesn’t miss the small smirk on his lips letting her know that she’s been caught staring at him. It’s a second of deliberation, of hesitation but then she sees the way he’s licking his bottom lip and she instantly knows that this isn’t one-sided, that he’s as affected as she is. “Can you show me again?” She grins knowingly at him and he nods.

Aaron grabs another ball and places it on the tea pin before moving behind her again, this time pressing closer to her. His hands move to her hips and pulls her hips flush against him and he hears her gasp.

Emily lets her body mold to his so tight that she feels his heartbeat against her back as he leans over her. She grinds her ass subtly against his hips and his grip on her tightens. If they weren’t in public she would have grabbed at him but for now she lets him control her movements as he covers her hands over the club again.

“Hold it.” He breathes against her neck and she sucks in a breath. “Focus.” He smiles against her skin when she shivers and then he pulls her body with his as they swing the club, neither of them really paying attention to the ball flying towards the hole.

She turns to face him again and his lips are dangerously close to hers, almost daring her to make the last move.

“Show me again.” She whispers against his jaw instead and she feels more than hears the rumble deep in his chest as her lips ghost along his skin. When she turns away from him again, she makes sure to push her hips even harder into him and she feels him, hard and straining in his pants. She’s not sure how she even hits the ball this time, her focus solely on the way his wide chest feels against her back. She knows that he does 95% of the job when he swings the club, her mind filled with nothing but how much she needs him.

“You’re not focusing.” He chastised gently as he moves to nip at her jaw and she lets her head fall back against him, a low moan leaving her parted lips as he finally put his lips against her heated skin. “Should we leave?”

“Yes.” She says breathlessly and he smiles at the way she’s so obviously affected by him. He was just as affected by her, but he clearly hid it better. They pack up and get in the golf cart and Emily is sure her mind goes blank when his hand fall to her thigh and gently squeezes as he drives them further away.

He stops the cart when they’re as far away from people as possible, hidden away behind trees. He carefully turns her face towards his, they had already crossed the line from friends, but even in the midst of arousal he wanted their first kiss not to be rushed. He had waited for this, waited for her to show even a fraction of what he already felt for her.

 He leans in with his hand still on her jaw and Emily falls against him as they kiss. It’s soft, almost careful at first, his lips pressing against hers until she deepens it. The moment she does, soft seems to disappear and she fists his polo shirt as his hands move from her jaw to pull her even closer.

“Are we really about to have sex on a golf course?” She laughs breathlessly against his lips.

“I mean, in the cart.” He kisses down her jaw and throat, licks over her pulse as she moans. “Unless you want to wait?”

Waiting seemed like an impossibility, her body craving him to the point of madness already and she shook her head. Her hand fell to the button of his pants and made quick work to get them undone and sneaked her hand inside his boxers.

“I don’t want to wait.” She whispered as he groaned against her neck. The angle was a little awkward but she made it work as she worked him over. She felt his teeth against her neck, heard his low growl and her body immediately reacted to the sound.

He pulled her hand away from him after a few moments, only to get her pants undone and dragged them, along with her underwear down her hips. He looked around quickly, but they were hidden away and it made him relax as he pushed his own pants down.

Emily straddled his hips with a smile, her lips finding his again as his fingers moved through her wet folds.

“You’re so wet.” He groaned as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside of her.

“You really think now is a good time to tease?” She pants as he curls his fingers, her lips hover over his. “This is a crime you know.”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes but he knows that she’s right and they have to be fast. He pulls his fingers away from her and sucks them between his lips, another groan leaving him at the taste of her. He winks at her when she stares down at him with flushed cheeks and jaw slack before kissing her again, pushing the taste of herself onto her tongue.

Emily suppressed the loud moan she wants to let out as she sinks down on him slowly, lets his lips against hers muffle her sounds as he stretches her. It takes her a moment, the feeling of him inside of her almost too much before she gets used to it.

“Fuck…” Her head falls back as she starts to slowly roll her hips against his, sinking up and down on him as his hands fall to her hips to help guide her.

“You’re so tight.” He says through clenched teeth as he watches the pleasure on her face. He pushes her shirt up with one hand, exposing her black bra and then pulls it down enough to expose her breast. He sucks a nipple between her lips and is rewarded by Emily moaning as her fingers find their way to his hair. He groans at the feeling of her nails scratching against his scalp, his hips rutting up against her in response.

“Fuck you feel so good.” She gets out through clenched teeth, wants nothing more than to let every moan and sigh out but knowing that she can’t is only making her more aroused. The slight danger of what they’re doing making her crave him even more. She moves harder above him, her muscles burning with the effort as the cart starts rocking with them.

“Shit, Em.” He lets go of her breast only to kiss up her neck and pull her into a bruising kiss. Her hot center feels too good around him, and he knows that he wont last long, especially not when she starts to clench around him. “You close?”

“God, yes.” She pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs with a smirk as his hands tighten around her hips.

“Do it, come on me right here.” He pulls away only to breathe against her ear. “Think you can do it? Come right here out in the open, no one can hear us you know so you have to be quiet.” He feels her fingers dig into his shoulder and her hips jerk desperately against his. “I can feel you baby, can feel how you’re gripping my cock. Come for me, show me how much you love it.”

“Jesus…” Emily clenches her eyes shut as he continues to mutter dirty words in her ear, only encouraging her until the heat inside of her becomes too much. She feels her thighs quivering as the pleasure shoots through her. She lets out a strangled moan that he’s quick to muffle by kissing her as her body gives in to her orgasm, the pleasure blinding until she collapses, breathless and sated against him.

“I could watch that forever.” He comments softly against her ear and she hums in response. He gives her time to come down, kisses gently along her  skin until her hips starts to grind against his again. “Stand up and bend over the seat.” He whispers and she smiles at him before climbing off his lap.

Emily bends over the seat and he’s quick to move behind her, his warm fingers trailing along her back as he does. He’s back inside of her before she has time to think, his cock hitting deep and hard as he pulls her against him with each thrust. She bites her arm to keep from screaming out and her hands clutch at the leather of the seat to keep from falling forward.

“Feel so good, so tight.” He mumbles as he watches the way her body takes him, his eyes fastened on his thick shaft disappearing inside of her. Emily’s muffled moans fills his ears as he fucks into her, the sound already addicting. He moves one hand around her body, his fingers finding her clit and Emily tenses.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers as he starts building her pleasure up again, his finger gentle but fast on her clit. It doesn’t take long, only minutes before she starts spasming and she’s happy that her upper body is rested on the seat when her legs give out from the immense pleasure he’s causing.

The tight clenching around him is enough to get him to the edge as well. He cums with a groan that’s too loud but he’s too delirious to care as he spurts inside of her, his hips jerking against her still trembling body as they both give in to their pleasure.

If he could he would have taken more time to savor it, but in the distance he hears the distinctive sound of another golf cart, combined with voices and he quickly pulls up his boxers and pants and Emily does the same. She fixes her bra and shirt, eyes still dazed and long hair a mess, she had never looked more beautiful to him.

“Ready to get out of here?” He asks as they settle into the cart, his hand automatically finding hers.

“Yes, absolutely.” She angles his face and stamps a kiss on his lips, lingers against him a little longer than she has to but finding it hard to pull away. “How about we go back to your apartment and we’ll to that again?”

Emily doesn’t leave his apartment until the following morning, only leaving because she needed a change of clothes. When she gets to work she runs into Penelope and JJ by the elevator.

“How was your four days off?” She asks and listens to JJ tell her about Henry and Michael and Penelope tells them about another movie night with Derek.

“Oh, hey!” Penelope asks just as the elevator doors open and they make their way into the bullpen. “How was golfing? Did you kick boss-man’s ass?”

Emily’s eyes locks with Aaron’s as he’s standing with Dave on the catwalk outside of his office.

“It was… enlightening.” She smiles, her grin wide as he smiles back while JJ and Penelope look between them, both blondes wondering what the hell they had missed.

[fangbangerghoul]

Neon city Delights

Ao3 Link

Walter Stroud has finally decided to talk to you (Main character) like you are a person at Constellation. So, to prove to yourself and the companion the association has assigned to you as of late, Sam Coe, you now get to walk the streets of your hometown to complete a mission with your lead. What happens at the Astral Lounge doesn't need to be told, right?

Chapter one: Neon City

“Here goes nothing” Ghoul said to themselves as they got off the Razorfleet once more. Walter had just asked the new member of Constellation to help him retrieve another alien rock the association was searching for to find more answers. 

“There really is something else about Neon, huh?” The soft laugh from behind them was Sam Coe, the only person Ghoul has met so far in this new club that she could tolerate for the most part. There was a storm brewing in her stomach from the thought of being back on this rock however they would never let it show.  

“You could say that.” They murmured, keeping an eye close on the city guard at the entrance a hand ready to grab their blade at any given moment. She knew how the guards enjoyed treating the locals of this city and worried if they would somehow see through Ghoul’s operation from Enhance. Once a dainty, soft spoken kid travelled these streets to pickpocket their way through survival. Now Ghoul was not to far from that kid but had gained a harder exterior with a grungier look that would suggest they were just another mercenary for hire.

“You grew up here, didn’t you? Did you tell Walter that before agreeing to help him retrieve this other Artifact?” Sam was being more inquisitive than usual. His dirty blonde hair was getting moist even from the protection of that leather western style hat as it continuously poured rain onto them. Ghoul’s yellow puff shirt and was starting to glisten under their black leather vest that was a contrast to their current red hair and green eyes.

“No, I didn’t see how it was relevant” They responded trying to shut it down. One of the reasons she enjoyed Sam’s company was the small chats and the great back up he provided when they were cornered by enemies after she overestimated the situation. These past few missions with him around felt less judgey than when she was forced to be evaluated by their leader Sarah Morgan.

“I think he must have done some digging on you when you joined, I wouldn’t put it past him” He seemed to press, but a look in his eyes said he was ready to back down if she denied a real answer again. His cowboy charms would sometimes get through to Ghoul but this subject was harder than most to talk about.

“Good for him, I am sure it was a…colorful… bedtime story” Ghoul sneered a bit through their teeth as they got the clear from the guards to enter the city. The flashes of Ghoul’s earlier years were like an epileptic shock. She just pushed forward leading them in and putting on their public face for this city. Walter had already sent a transcript of what needed to be done. They had to secure the Astral Lounge and that was no easy task. There were plenty of patrons that also went to this joint to successfully deal in various types a business, normally the kind no one wanted traced.

“What’s the plan this time? Hopefully not another rush in like when I was asked to accompany you for the first time.” Sam joked bringing up when she was overly confident about the mission, believing a science group couldn’t possibly be too troublesome. It didn’t dawn on her that a gang in Akaline city would actually pack a punch after growing up somewhere like the alien streets of Neon City. 

“I am going to Enhance and I suggest you find another outfit.” Ghoul said looking Sam up and down giving him a quick inspection, “Something….more local.”

“Is that really necessary?” Sam huffed a bit in disbelief.

“If you would like to do this the easy way, if not keep your garbs.” Ghoul narrowed her eyes at him. “I would prefer we both look the part but I can change your script if we need to.”

“Script? I thought we are just examining the security of the Astral Lounge? Isn’t that just a quick dine and dash? I am not much of an…actor.” His voice trailed off a bit in self-doubt. Ghoul held in her own huff and reminded herself they still were strangers to each other even if he was the longest constant companion to travel with them. Or maybe Ghoul was his friend at this point and this was just her inability to know how to decide where people lie on the spectrum of companionship? Her colorful history was full of betrayal, death, and imprisonment.

“I am going to become someone I was many years ago. You will have to compliment that character. I was not as tolerable as I am today.” Ghoul’s throat tightened and her eyes glossed a bit from the strain of sorrow that threaten to bubble up. She liked to think she killed that chaotic person once she decided to hide in LIST funded culinary school and pretended to be normal. That was until her past found her once more and she had to become a dusty just to remain untraceable. A wave of warmth passed over her with Sam put his hand on her arm.

“We all have…colorful pasts, as you put it. Not one of us haven’t done something we don’t regret.” His smile was relaxed and genuine and that was probably the core reason Ghoul appreciated having him for company aside from his skills with a pistol. The company of true honesty was something she never had the pleasure of. There was suddenly a playfulness written on his face that hinted at a challenge. “And don’t doubt me, it doesn’t matter what I wear I can easily blend in here as anywhere else. I have mentioned before my own slick past before Corra was born.”

 “We will see.” Ghoul straightened her back. They allowed themselves to become more vulnerable in that moment then they wanted and it was an icky feeling.

They went to Enhance and Ghoul went to the back to be seen. Ghoul knew exactly what to request. It was a simple process and a lot of it was a reversal from the work she had gotten done in the past. Her eyes back to golden, her hair back to dusty rose, her old face tattoos now visible and her piercings that traced her nose, ears, and lips back in place. There was a comfort that now settled in as she viewed herself in the mirror and something that called to her wild senses ready to soak in the colorful fluorescents of the city. Maybe even get her hands on some Aurora for the first time in a long time.

Walter had given them credits in advance to fulfill any needs they might have. He was going to meet them at the meeting time in the lounge the next evening and it was up to them to make sure it was secure enough to guarantee that they would leave with what the team needed, The Artifact. Ghoul was now in lighter colored style that reflected the fashion of the Neon Core and her skin was clear of any blemishes. She felt 19 again instead of the 27 she was.

“Whew, you look different…. a good different” Sam complimented her when they met back up. Half way through Sam left while she finished up her odds and ends so he could restock their ammo and aid packs in the event that they needed such items. Ghoul’s goal in this mission for once was to avoid violence the last thing she wanted was old enemies discovering she was back in town and show up to ask for what she owed. She to a look in mirror once last time to view her old self visit once again. He then added in the silence, “You look like you are right at home is what I am trying to get at.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or scorned.” She said with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t necessarily enjoy it being known where I have come from and less so when the city is reflected so well in my eyes.” The last line was a spoken voice coming straight from her inner dialog and it was accompanied with the furrow of her brows. She could tell that Sam picked up on that as he rubbed the back of his neck uncertain of the uncharted territory this conversation was going.  

“Astral Lounge ready?” He led them to the side of the street outside of the shop they were just in and to a small ally for privacy. “It would be good to know what exactly is expected from me in this role you are putting me in.” This was when Ghoul noticed Sam did end up changing. His outfit was less of a standout and he was well dressed in black leathers. He kept his hat and somehow it still worked with his outfit. These clothes hugged his body more showing the muscles in his arms, thighs, and even reveling his buttock. He looked like an attractive Freestar Ranger, not the exact look she meant.  

“There is a bartender there. He was place there by Administrator Bayu. The best way to get VIP access along with a good security detail is to persuade Boone Morgan in the only language he knows.” She said quietly, her eyes darting for listening ears.

“Which is..?” Sam pressed.

“Pleasure, of course” Ghoul gave a sly smile. Her outfit now felt like it was hugging her a little different as she thought in the way of her old dance. Selling the body and the mind was the easiest way out and even easier now that Bayu made aurora legal to sell in the Astral Lounge.

“You are not suggesting what I think you are…” His face a twinge of a deep red around his cheeks, almost as if he was embarrassed to think in the act of human flesh pressed so harshly agaisnt another body.

“Not entirely.” She quipped to ease the growing tension. “Aurora will be involved. So, he will think it will end in that conclusion but it will not. The goal for once is to avoid violence and simply knock him out and grab the codes once we are in one of the rooms. There I can just set up a room and we won’t have to worry about Walter being noticed tomorrow.”

“I am not too fond of this plan, Ghoul. I also have told you my past with Aurora. I don’t think I should be anywhere near that stuff especially with Corra on the ship. She doesn’t need to see her father like that.” His demeaner was now becoming more resistant to her idea the more she let him spill from his mouth, she had to nip it quickly.

“Andreja is on the ship she can more than take care of the both of them. Plus, I don’t need you to actually take it if you can just pretend. Think of this time as free drinks and some down time. Boone is known to like to party hard but I can make myself a challenge he cannot resist.” She addressed all his concerns in one swift sentence and she could tell he was now coming around to just a few drinks. “I know this dance better than most, you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just play along the best you can.”  

Sam sighed for a moment and Ghoul could see the gears in his mind tinkering looking for another way out of this but the truth of the matter was, for once Ghoul knew the most about the area then he did. Even with his years of experience of traveling ahead of her he couldn’t compete in the matters of a neon city rat.

“I got your back but if I see we are in any danger I am ending the charade. I know you can handle yourself but I am not going to stand by and watch a friend get manhandled all for some security codes. I will manhandle every guard in the building to get the codes to secure the door if I have to.” That was the closest way he could come to putting his foot down. He had learned quickly along their recent travels that it was not easy to convince Ghoul an error in her ways. She was cocky but he was stubborn. It had only clashed a few times the first ending in Sam having to clean up behind her as she accidentally shot the informant out of impatience. This was also the first time Ghoul had heard the word friend used in a genuine manner and she wasn’t sure what part of that suddenly made her not want to stop hearing it.

“The worst phrase you will ever hear in this city is, Trust me.” Ghoul laughed but then locked her yellow eyes with his ocean blue changing her tone to a more serious one. “But I guess you will have to trust me”

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They were only a few steps away from the Astral Lounge and Ghoul had stopped them for a moment to double check the small blades up her skirt and used the reflection of a muddled puddle to check the state of her makeup and glitter. Once everything was up to speed Sam followed them in. The club was thumping and people all around were dancing, laughing, and shouting celebratory words at the dancers. You could smell the sex, sweat, booze and drugs while the temperature of the club clung to their skin. Ghoul led the way in. She was a different kind of person here, one to dominate and get what she wanted no matter the cost. Looking to find pleasure in the chaos like she once did. Sam stayed close behind. She gave him small notes on how to respond if he was directly questioned by patrons.

In the middle of the Astral Lounge were the dancers and their fluorescent friendly outfits that fit perfectly to the shape of their bodies. They danced sensually to the overbearing music. There was a genderfluid vibe to the dancers that Ghoul appreciated, all aspect of the human body could be appreciated in those skin tight clothes. Pushing through the crowd was no feat either because it was a busier night than expected. Ghoul could see she was losing Sam at one point and she grabbed his fingers lightly. He had responded with a tight grip of reassurance sending the message that he felt he was losing her in the crowd too. The sensation of the physical touch jolted through her body for a moment reminding her how touch starved she had felt for so long.

It was a thought that immediately was pushed down with the rest of her past memories. They couldn’t afford distractions. Ghoul’s outfit reflected the blues, purples, and pinks very well and it almost blended her into the crowd too well. Sam’s outfit glistened in his black leathers and it made his body a stark contrast to the area around him, announcing his figure to the world. They gained closer to the back where the stairs that led up to the bar were located. Ghoul quickly unlinked themselves and went up without him. She was to lead the attack on Boone Morgan and she needed to do it alone at first until the bartender let his guard down. She sat directly in front of the quirky looking man. He was not much taller than her and scrawny with a bit of muscle. Boone’s face by itself was a bit jaunt with deep brown eyes and short blonde hair that had been styled recently. Despite the oddity of his body, he had a very charismatic demeanor to him.  Ghoul purposely started looking around the place in “awe” as if it was the very first time, she had ever stepped foot into the Astral Lounge.

“You must be new here; I think I would remember a pretty face like yours coming around.” His smile was large and confident. It was a line you could tell he used frequently to gather more sales from the clientele. Ghoul looked up at him and her demeaner shifted into a small, naïve energy.

“Is it that obvious?” She laid on an old earth accent, you could still catch in New Atlantis. One similar to Sarah Morgan’s she now realized.

“Probably not to the other locals. I just happen to be in here every night so I would know better than most.” Boone was staring at her with lustful eyes already. She couldn’t tell how genuine the look was or if she would end up playing into whatever he seemed to be scheming. That was the issue with Neon. Everyone schemed everyone else, stranger, local, security, it was eat or be eaten. She leaned forward as if she were trying to whisper under the loud music but was purposely loud. Ghoul’s goal was to make herself look as easy as possible and to do that she had to come off as dumb as possible to.

“Do you sell…” She started but then paused to look around but before she could finish, he interrupted.

“Aurora? Yes, honey. No need to whisper.” A twinge of annoyance came out with his interruption, probably tired of the tourists always asking. “My bar sells food, alcohol and aurora here with no worries of being arrested. You really must be new around here. What’s your name sweety, I didn’t quiet catch it..?”

“Um, you first!” She gave a coy look to really sell the allure of her youth. “I normally try to be a bit more guarded with strangers. I am traveling alone for the first time.” She tried to spill the important bits of her new persona and could see Boone’s eyes light up at that new knowledge. Most likely thinking of the ways he could take advantage of her innocence later in the evening if he sweet talked her right.

“Boone, Boone Morgan. The Administrator Bayu personally gave me this job because of how hospitable I can be with the citizens of Neon City.” Boone’s smile was full of ego. He now took a turn to lean closer to her over the bar with his arms crossed across his chest and propping himself up. Ghoul could smell the cologne he drenched himself in before his shift. “So how can I be hospitable to you tonight, Miss…?”

“Alania” Ghoul said sweetly in a low tone. It was the first name she thought of and a face she hadn’t thought of for several years flashed in her mind for a moment, a reminder of something she had once done. “My name is Alania. I am from one of the outer settlements.” Ghoul reached out her hand and revealed her freshly painted pink neon nails that added another layer to this sweet feminine charade she was trying to play. Boone grabbed her hand ever so softly and pressed it to his lips while his eyes stayed locked on her. She pretended to look away in embarrassment since you couldn’t really tell if someone blushed in these shades of indigo lighting the club.

“Alania, a pleasure. This is on the house in hopes maybe I can make your first night in Neon city worth it.” Boone let go of her hand and reached under his bar pulling out a small jar. It was full of lightly colored substance and had a black label around it. Ghoul nervously reached for it staring back at him and the jar.

“Is this..? Aurora?” She asked gently. A part of her aware that perhaps this role of naivety was a bit too strong. “I have only heard of my older friends talk about how it feels when they used it. I never got the chance to hold it or try it myself.” Ghoul added quickly to add to the character, hints of background was always important in any role.

Boone nodded at her then reached to hold her hand in one of his to grasp the jar and twisting the cap off with the other hand. He was already feeling handsy with her as she had the drug in her hand it appeared. It had been a few years since she had dabbled in any drugs and a part of herself had to remind the other that they had to ground themselves when the time came. Ghoul stared at the open jar and looked back at Boone, uncertainty in her eyes because for this time it was true feeling. She repeated her plan in her head and pushed on.

“Will you show me how?” Without an answer he reached in the same area again pulling out another jar and putting it on the bar. Once Boone did that, he reached again pulling out two glasses and a variety of booze. Ghoul immediately knew what was going on but continued to keep her dumbfounded look. He was going to make a alcoholic tonic that was extremely popular for regular users that intensified the effects of both substances.

“Do you normally party on the job? Am I going to get you in trouble with Mr. Bayu?” Her accent laid on thicker with the latter part of her second question. Boone continued to mix then yelled out at another worker near by to come over. While he spoke to the other employee and mixed the concoction Ghoul took the opportunity to finally look for Sam and signal him over. It took her longer than she preferred and out of the corner of her eye she could tell Boone was looking dead at her.

“To answer your question, I am my own boss in this lovely establisment. And to follow it up with one of my own, did you truly come alone Miss Alania?” Ghoul could hear the mistrust in his polite tone. A small que that only another neon city rat could pick up on around here. She looked back at him and put her hand on his arm this time leaning very close to his face.

“I was looking for the bathroom. I wanted to freshen up before I started tonight’s fun with you.” Her grip was gentle but grew a little tighter to signal that she was down to hang. He looked down at her breasts without hiding it then nodded to the left.

“Freshen up, but don’t chicken out on me now. Especially after I just made us these free drinks to share. Sometimes you got to live a little. I would hate for you to have left this world without knowing the meaning of fun” His voice was lighthearted but a threat in the same breath. He looked like he was ready to call security and possibly force her in the back to have fun with him if he had to. Who would this lonely Alania tell if he did, he probably was thinking. Ghoul needed to regain the upper hand soon she could tell she may have over played her innocent demeanor a little too much. She got up and smiled at him like she wanted him and went off in the direction he pointed.

Ghoul soon saw the hallway corner that reached the bathroom and still didn’t see Sam. Small panic flittered in her mind as a knee jerk reaction told herself that she was alone on this job. They were used to doing things alone and being left to scramble their way out of situations themself but she knew deep inside it was just the past her talking. Sam had yet to leave her stranded even during the first time they had to complete a task together and in the heat of the moment she said the vilest of things to him. She peered into the mirror and saw herself in the company of the deep blue lights that filled the bathroom. Being at the club was something she had not done for years and it was odd feeling the excitement of the citizens around her and feeling at home while she played the stranger, she felt she was.

She let down her hair more and let it cover her neck. Observing her outfit, it complimented her curse well, leaving little to the imagination. She grabbed the zipper that held at the top of her chest and brought it down to reveal more of the skin of her breasts. She needed to be more eye candy and she needed to find her way into the VIP rooms to access the computers or even just nab a keycard at this point. A deep and heavy sigh left Ghoul’s body as she placed herself back in character. She finally exited the bathroom and started to head around the corner but it was interrupted. Ghoul felt larger hands grab onto both of her shoulders and quickly push her agaisnt the wall. Fight or flight went into overdrive as it took over some of her thoughts and senses. She didn’t take a second to look who it could be but smelt musk mixed with bourbon that accompanied the force. Her senses started to flood back and she went to reach for her knife. Before it was successfully drawn a hand was very tightly on her wrist and she was given a small shake.

“I’ve been trying to find you for over a minute now and I do not think it’s the best time to decide to break out into a brawl.” A cheerful rasp came out into song. Ghoul’s eyes focused and realized in the moment now who it was, Sam. His body was towering over hers agaisnt the wall and his leathery clothes pressed agaisnt the parts of her skin that were the barest. The position would suggest just regular club goers looking for a fun time to those who would walk by. His eyes drifted down for a moment and he caught himself before he shifted away from her assured, she realized who he was. 

“It is not wise to do that to someone who is use to slitting throats for much less.” She growled annoyed at the surprise and flustered at the closeness their bodies proximity was. He just chuckled at her and put his hands in his pocket waiting on her.

            “So, what’s the deal? I went ahead and started drinking a few glasses while I waited for the signal but when I looked again you were nowhere near the bartender.” Sam explained with a relaxed tone as if he didn’t just have his body closer than normal to Ghoul’s.

            “The deal is, I am supposed to be alone and not know anyone here. I still need an excuse to get into a VIP room but it takes time for someone as untrustworthy as him. I cannot simply ask for room access after saying I have never been to this club before.” Ghoul said as softly as she could, you never knew who was listening.

            “Alright, I still have some credits on me. I will ask for one in front of you.” Sam said then started to walk in the other direction. Ghoul wanted to stop him out of spite but let him ahead of her. She wanted nothing that could lead her to prove that she was not alone, if she was caught in any lie tonight it may mean the difference between death and surely fuck up Walter’s meeting. For a moment she was mad for ever agreeing to do this for him but Walter had backed her into a corner and for once he said something other than question her loyalty to the Constellation. Thinking about the comments Sam said earlier it made more sense for Walter to use all his money and power to dig her up and that was why he was so weary around her. After all he was a powerful wallet for the group of scientists. Ghoul brushed herself off and continued to walk back to the bar, it was time to set things in motion and get a little loose.

            Once back at the bar Ghoul saw Sam already ordering more drinks from Boone, he wasn’t kidding about speeding things up either. She didn’t even look at him before sitting back in front of Boone. She wanted her body positioned to be viewed a bit better from Boone’s end but causal enough to not look entirely on purpose.

            “My boss was looking into getting a VIP room tomorrow night. I was looking to know the going rates while I finally get to relax from the hard day.” Sam continued on to the bartender. Boone’s glossy eyes stayed on Ghoul’s body hungry and it was very evident he had a taste of a tonic without her. The Aurora coursing his veins already. He said nothing to Sam and just slid the other to her not breaking the connection of his starving look. Ghoul took the drink and shot it back immediately knowing there was no point in acting shy now. Boone wanted to party and he would pressure her one way or another cause that’s how these Neon City goons worked. Play along or regret it. Ghoul could feel Sam’s disbelief stare into her even as she didn’t look at him. She had warned him and I guess it didn’t set it until now the part Ghoul was prepared to play. The warm delirious feeling washed through her body and her only thoughts were, time to play. Boone smiled as he saw her body get loose with feeling in the way she slumped her shoulders a bit.

            “It’s great isn’t it Alan-ia” He drawled out her fake name and caressed her right cheek. Ghoul responded with leaning in and letting the feeling ride out while fully immersing in the mutual goal presented before the both of them, pleasure.

            “It’s definitely unlike anything…” Her smile was real, it was relaxed. The colors of the lounge danced together with the music, the effects sinking deeper into her skin.

            “Yeah, excuse me I asked about the VIP rooms.” Sam brought up again trying to get Boone’s attention. Boone looked offended he was interrupted while he was pouring more Aurora infused tonics. This time he made three and slid the other to Sam.

            “I heard you the first time, cowboy. Didn’t know the Rangers like to hold their meetings in such an exclusive place.” Boone was snide with his comment, obviously testing Sam. “I’m feeling gracious in the presence of my new companion. So, I’ll make a deal; party with me and this lovely lady tonight to prove you aren’t a nark. And you’ll get the room, discounted, after we use it for the night.” His fingers stroked Ghoul’s lightly while he stared down the mostly sober Sam. Sam said before he wanted nothing to do with the drug but at this point it was pretend very well, play along or ruin our chances at getting into the VIP room.

            “Yeah, cowboy.” Ghoul chided in to perpetuate the idea that she didn’t know him but wanted to party. “Live a little with us, this is my first adventure out by myself. You wouldn’t want to disappoint a novice adventurer, would you?” She leaned more into Boone’s touch. This led Boone to take the initiative and hop over the bar where there were less drinks just to get behind her and press him body onto hers. Sam looked at Boone with a look she couldn’t decipher cause at this point things were becoming blurrier.

“Alania could have a really fun night with two gentlemen tonight, I am sure it’s another checkbox on her big bucket list.” Boone added and then she felt an additional cold drink being pressed agaisnt her lips. She then noticed it was Boone feed her more aurora and alcohol himself. Ghoul didn’t argue but prayed to the vast stars that she could keep her head together long enough to hack into the computer once they both got into the room. Boone shot back another and before he could say anything to Sam about him not drinking his, Sam shot his first shot of the tonic back and wiped his mouth.

“As long as it is okay with the lady, it is okay with me. I could use a night to unwind.” Sam tipped his hat and gave a lustful smile. The music vibrated through their bodies as Ghoul nodded hiding her own disbelief at his actions and words. The Aurora settled into her blood sending electric pulses of euphoria down her spine. They both were going to be strangers to each other tonight all in the name of a score for science it was almost funny enough for her to laugh out loud.

Boone dragged them both to the dance floor and soon they were overwhelmed with the sounds, the colors, the heat, the sweat, as she was between two separate bodies moving close to her in the dancing in rhythm. The lights strobed on the dance floor with the electronic beats leading the movements. Ghoul wasn’t paying attention to where her body ended and either of theirs began. She felt the hands from both sides; one side grabbed greedy fills of her body and the other gently stroked as if nervous to give into the lust. It felt like time had stopped and all there was left was the sensation of sticky flesh and sound. The world swirling and indistinguishable to everything around this sensation akin to when she grabbed The Artifact for the first time. Every moment since then had led to this, this pace, this beat, this feeling of being lost in a whirlwind of loathing and euphoria.

Ghoul didn’t notice at first that it was just the heavy breathing and sweat of just Sam and her. It didn’t necessarily matter in the moment. The emotion and the fleeting pleasures were enough to keep them occupied as they were both lost in each other’s bodies forgetting what they were really here for. They were interrupted not to long after by a hand on Ghoul’s shoulder and for a brief moment the realization was shown on both their faces. Sam’s eyes spoke of something that was unfamiliar to her and very soon the hand was twisting her away from the interlock of Sam.

Boone stood there covered in sweat and holding more liquor mixed with Aurora. Ghoul’s stomach dropped for a moment. She was already beyond the capacity of staying on task but she had to keep indulging. Boone held the keycard to the VIP rooms and because of that she needed him to see her play along. Ghoul grabbed the glass and threw it back with vengeance. The sour tingle that trickled down her throat and into her stomach made her muscles spasm with delight without even waiting for consent she threw her mouth on Boone’s forcing her tongue into his mouth to give off desperation. Sam was behind them a step back still dancing but watchful. Boone broke the kiss and grabbed Sam just as tightly and brought him forward repeating what she had just preformed on him onto Sam. Ghoul watched curiously as Sam’s hands cupped Boone’s face moving into the kiss and deepening it. Ghoul never thought Sam was as open for coming off such a gentleman all the time but in modern times it shouldn’t be such a surprise that anything goes.

“I’ve seen you two eye-fucking the most. I’m not stupid.” Boone slurred a bit after breaking the men’s kiss., “But I have the key to the VIP with more Aurora. So. Let’s continue this above.” His head drifted to look above where all the VIP rooms were and he grabbed Ghoul’s back side and pushed her in front of him. Sam followed the both of them his posture looser than normal and his steps with more of a bounce. He was well versed in these types of games more so than Ghoul gave him credit for.

The three of them made it up to the VIP room that happened to have the most windows looking down onto the dance floor below. The lighting was the same throughout with indigos, purples, blues, and pinks. The seating was better than down below however and Boone Morgan had someone already deliver them more bottles and more aurora. He really wasn’t playing about partying and it made Ghoul wary of how intoxicated he really was compared to her. There was a thought in the back of her mind worried that there was another layer to this bartender then she knew. Sam had settled in his own corner lounging with his hat on his face, he looked partied out for the most part even though he was just all over Boone moments earlier. Boone and Ghoul took their seats at a table in the middle of the room that looked as though it was mostly used for gambling card games. The seats were plush and it wasn’t too hard for Ghoul to lean back and lay off her feet for a moment while her body felt like it was swimming.

“Alania, where did you say you were from?” Boone asked as he poured a premix tonic. He watched her as she leaned forward without grace and grabbed it. Every movement and the room spun without her. She was trying as hard as she could to ground herself to sober up some but the power of this drug was stronger than she remembered the last time she partook.

“Far, far, far away out there.” She said playfully pointing her arm to the ceiling not truly remembering what she had told him earlier. In an attempted to distract the fact she couldn’t remember she pushed her body off of her cushioned chair and onto his lap, her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. She locked her legs around him and moving her own groin agaisnt his in suggestion. Ghoul gave him a kiss again but this one rough and less demanding. She was getting bored of this and was trying to judge what exactly the patrons and security could see through the windows below. Sam was still in his same position and Ghoul couldn’t tell if he was silently watching through a peak or if he truly fell asleep. Boone caught her stare at Sam and grabbed a strong handful of her loose hair an act that felt like it was fueled by intoxicated jealousy.

“See, Alan-i-a” He drawled out her fake name again gripping her hair tighter and pointing her face in his direction. “There are just a few things that seem a little inconsistent with your sweet story.” His red shot eyes stared through her own with a menace in them. She knew she had to be cautious as the moments ticked by this was feeling less like an action motivated by jealousy. “The amount of aurora you’ve had tonight would have knocked out that petite body of yours out and leaving you for my taking by now if you were really this first timer from far, far, far away, or the outer systems whichever you choose.”

Ghoul resisted the urge to look at Sam. If he really was asleep, she knew that she had to prepare herself mentally for how this would end. The original goal was wait for him to be so intoxicated she knock him out with ease but it seems like violence was soon to be on the table.

“Boone, you are starting to scare me.” Ghoul tried to let out a fearful voice but instead of falling for it, Boone started laughing.

“No, no, Ghoul, you cannot fool me any longer.” Boone retorted, pride gushing out of his voice for having the upper hand and with a fist full of her hair sheer evil joy radiated off of that drunken face. Her body went still for a moment, out of fear, out of trying to access how intoxicated she was really was, and to test if the world wanted to stop spinning long enough for her to be confident to grab one of her blades. Boone’s other hand stroked her face ever so softly a huge contrast to his devilish demeaner.

“Ah, now you might actually be afraid. You wouldn’t want your old pals at Ryujin to know of your arrival now, would we?” His free hand feeling more of her with more demand, squeezing her breasts and slapping her thigh. “Normally I take a hefty price to keep quiet but,” The man leaned in and started nipping at Ghoul’s neck, “But maybe we can come at a compromise? I would hate to not be able to feel the inside of CEO Imada’s old favorite pet.” Boone leaned in some more this time leaving marks on Ghoul’s neck and exposed areas on her chest. Ghoul now obviously tried to reach for the blade under her skirt when Boone let go of her hair and immediately switched to crushing her wind pipe.

“I could also just inform Bayu and let him see if he wanted to collect the price for your head. Do you think I am stupid girl? I know every rat here more than they unfortunately realize. You cannot kill me not before I take what I want from you,” He sneered through his teeth and his hands gripped tighter. Ghoul tried to pry his fingers off but the drugs were making it insanely impossible to control her own actions for more than a few moments at a time. She could hear the wind of a tunnel drown out the background noise as things started to fade to black. This was becoming more of an issue than anticipated and if she didn’t incapacitate him soon, she would be dealing with more than a lowly dead goon in a club full of guards. In the distance of her oncoming blackout, she heard a faint clicking.

“I would let go of her if you know what’s best for you and your boss.” The familiar voice spoke and it was Sam who wasn’t actually asleep. He was now standing behind Boone in front of a window with a gun pointed at the back of Boone’s head. It was clear this man did not care who witnessed him blowing the bartenders brains out. “I am not a man to test nor will I repeat myself.”

Anger and warning carried in his tone as another version of Sam emerged to the forefront. Boone loosened his grip to allow some air flow for Ghoul to breathe again but still held on. She was in a peculiar situation and was still looking for a way that didn’t end in Sam gaining an expensive bounty and them having to ruin Walter’s meeting tomorrow to buy the other Artifact.

“You talk a big talk, Ranger but I don’t think you know who you are trying to save right now. This whore has done more nefarious acts both in the bedroom and out then you’ve probably seen in your sad law-abiding life.” Boone still refused to let go of Ghoul’s throat but continued, “Plus do not think you will make it out of here alive if you were to shoot me. I have security guards at every corner.”

“Yeah? That right?” Sam let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’m not much of a Ranger these days and don’t live by that particular code. I may not make it out but I will make damn sure she will.” Sam said with promise. He pressed his pistol further into Boone’s skull before adding. “I suggest you give us that key card for our VIP meeting tomorrow and keep this between us unless you want us sharing with your boss how much of the aurora supply you like to dip your hands into. I’m sure your boss would believe Walter Stroud over you.” Boone let go of Ghoul in defeat pushing her back a bit in the motion and then turned towards Sam with frustration.

“Take it and leave.” Boone handed Ghoul the card and his hands were in the air a sign of peace. The relief of air into her lungs gave the room it’s color back. She slid smoothly off of him and Sam began to walk towards the door. Ghoul swiftly grabbed her knife and got back into Boone’s face her knee in between his legs pressing hard. She had the tip of her knife carefully pressed underneath an eye of his and it was now her turn to show her true colors.

“You are right about one thing.” Ghoul growled. “I have done more nefarious shit in my life than I can ever account for. One of those deeds was getting to mutilate the bodies of the men who dare say how they would like to taste Imada’s pet. And normally it was on Imada’s command.” Her eyes were alien to her normal features as the darkness shown through them. The fear covered Boone’s face after one look into them and Ghoul could swear, she felt him quiver beneath her. She twirled her blade back into its holt and smiled a sweet smile.

Sam’s body was tense behind her but he kept his composure as he watched her. She was grateful on this day for having a companion like him rather than the companionship she received from Imada that was transactional and abusive. Ghoul turned from Boone and Sam made a clicking noise with his teeth signally, ‘I am glad I am not you buddy.’ They both left the Astral Lounge without saying a word and right before getting to the door they both took another shot of whatever the fuck was left at someone’s table to wash down the stress of the situation.

Ghoul’s eyes had to adjust to the normal fluorescents of Neon Core’s lights. Her eyes were still swimming from the aurora and adjusting to what “normal” passed for in this section of the city. They both had walked a bit of ways from the lounge before Ghoul fell back onto a wall and squatted to the ground. Her hands cupping her own mess of a face and focused her breathing to be even as she practiced breathing through her nose. Sam and Ghoul still hadn’t spoken while she collected herself. The only sounds were that of the hustle of the city.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He said softly as he leaned his back and right foot on the wall beside her. “Like I said before we all have things we regret.” There was the sound of a flick and soon the smell of smoke filled the air between them. Ghoul peeked up in curiosity.

“You smoke?” Is all she said, not acknowledging the statement that was exchanged between them.

“I swiped it out of a coat on the way out, so right now I do.” He said with that playful tone he comfortably fell into. He gestured the cigarette to her and she grabbed it from him taking a long drag. The taste of him and the cigarette was being used to mask the taste of that shell of a human they just spent the evening with. Ghoul handed it back to him and in turn Sam did what seemed to be the same.

“I’m going to be honest the world is still spinning a bit. I don’t think it is a good idea for me to go back to the ship and have Corra see me in this state. We should get rooms for the night.” Sam said after several long moments. Ghoul’s face was back in her hands as the light breeze of the city toyed with her pink hair. She stood for a moment and snatched the last of the cigarette from his hand. He had an argumentative look on his face but it was too late she took the last drag and threw it on the ground. 

“Fine.” She said walking ahead of them. Her face was tired, her body was sore, and her mind was not ready for sleep. She kept just seeing old memories of faces that use to be dear to her that lived within this city. Most of them dead now or hated her for who she had become or because she escaped.

“I’m glad we are in an agreement then.” His feet dragged behind hers in the same fashion. They both walked over to Volii Hotel and Ghoul fell back letting Sam do the talking. She didn’t want any more evidence that she was here than necessary and it was bad enough she already had someone recognize her. Ghoul felt eyes on her for a moment but when she turned to look no one was there. It gave her goosebumps up her back. The uneasy feeling it created within her body was gone when Sam came back with a keycard, frowning.

“They only had one room available this late into the night.” He announced handing her the keycard. “Odd for a city that never sleeps but who am I to ask.” There was a sigh before adding. “Anyway, she said there was a couch. I will sleep there and let you have the bed if you want.” Ghoul just stared back at him curious to see him act so normal after hearing what he did about her in that lounge.

“You could make a decent fortune with the price of my head.” Ghoul blurted out the tail end of what’s left of her intoxication with it. An anger rose in Sam’s eyes in that moment, and she couldn’t detect what would really cause that kind of response until he said.

“Is that what you think of me?” He asked sounding offended while leaning in closer to her. His eyes traced her lips remembering their bodies intertwined earlier in the night before looking back up at her eyes challenging her gaze. “I may not be a Ranger anymore, but I would never sell out a member and neither will anyone in the Constellation.” Before Ghoul could respond to anything he had just said he walked away from her towards the elevator to the second-floor rooms. Her face was unreadable with emotion but, she was surprised at his visceral response. Ghoul just silently followed allowing the silence to continue with them well into the room and as they set up their sleeping areas. She didn’t see the complete arm in what she said. He didn’t know her and as it turned out she was more in the way of this mission. They had gotten the keycard for tomorrow but did not obtain security. Her body ached and her throat was beginning to feel the aftereffects of the choking. Her muscles cramped from the lack of distilled water she drank that day. It was some time of silence in the plain hotel room before Sam had finally walked out of the bathroom. She looked at him for a few moments before gathering the energy to speak.

“I don’t.” She said finally responding to him and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised and frustration written on his face. “I don’t believe any of you are like the people I am use to associating with. In fact, it is so weird that I have to double check sometimes because I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, y’know? Why else would I be given a bed, credits, and someone’s trust? Not without the expectation of a knife to soon be in my back” Sam’s face softened as he listened to Ghoul’s ramble of words.

“I may have overreacted. I blame the aurora. I was never really myself when I am on it.” He breathed before slouching onto the couch he planned to sleep on. “I can only imagine. Sadly, not all of us are blessed to be a legacy Coe.” A smile creeped onto his face and into his eyes. There was the willfulness to let bygones be bygones and it was exactly what Ghoul needed.  

“A legacy Coe that can dance.” Ghoul added teasingly, allowing the darkness to fall away and think about the joys in life for the moment.

“No one will believe you if you told them.” He warned back quickly giving her another one of those heartwarming smiles, it was all a part of his cowboy charm.    

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Hello! I'd like to request a genshin matchup!

My name is Leah, I go by She/her and He/him pronouns.

I'm black, I have short locs with light brown tips, glasses, 5'4, I have dimples and I'm always wearing earrings!

I'm social, calm, funny and charismatic. I'm a chill person who has amazing body language and good listening skills. I'm outgoing, disorganized and love fun. I'm easily bored so I'm always looking for something entertaining. People's first impression of is reserved, intimidating, and shy but when you really get to know me I'm the opposite. I'm horrible at saving money, I'm a very curious person and I always ask "why?".

I enjoy dancing, reading, all types of mythology, videos games, dirty jokes, acting and music. My favorite shows are How to get away with murder and The walking dead.

I think that's all, Thank you!

You have been matched up with...Fischl!

A mysterious girl who currently serves as an investigator in the Adventurers' Guild. Through her unique abilities, eccentric character, and (while she would never admit it herself) hard work, Fischl has become a rising star among the Adventurers' Guild's investigators, earning the recognition of all.

How you two met:

Life in Mondstadt is usually quite calm, aside from the occasional nation-wide (or city-wide?) catastrophe. However, today didn't seem to want to abide by that unspoken (and frankly, nonexistent) law.

Fischl found herself walking along the various streets of the city, seemingly quite bored with how today was going

Nothing had happened yet, and it seemed like it was going to stay that way

Even for someone as eccentric as her, it was hard to find any way to make this day particularly memorable

However, she and her nonexistent activities were soon interrupted by a member of the Adventurers' Guild approaching her, seemingly holding a couple of papers

Fischl snatched the papers from their hands eagerly, and she began to skim through them at an incredible pace

After a couple of minutes, she cried out in triumph, seeing as she finally had something to do today

She had received a commission from an anonymous party to search for a civilian- you -who hadn't been seen in a couple of days

She quickly made her way past the gates of the city, aiming to locate exactly where you were

Using the minimal clues that she had to work with, she was able to make some basic guesses on where you would probably be

You two had interacted in some minor ways before, so she had somewhat of a handle on what to guess

Even though she didn't know it at the time, Fischl had gone to the right place on her first attempt

Fischl arrived at the base of Starsnatch Cliff, as she looked up in exhaustion. She had figured that she could just glide off of the top of the cliff if you weren't there, but at this point, she was considering giving up for today. Thankfully, though, she chose to keep on searching.

The walk up the cliff was going to be quite long, and at this point, Fischl was almost out of energy

Throughout the journey, she had been conversing with Oz to keep her company, but even his company was starting to become insufficient

She trudged up the semi-flat incline of the cliff, and at the halfway point, she gave up, and flopped herself onto the cool grass

Sighing in defeat, she began to plan her way back to the city of Mondstadt, until she heard somebody call out to her

Even if they didn't use her name, she could still tell that it was directed towards her (mostly because the only other living being there was Oz, and really, how many people would actually try and get his attention, let alone talk to him?)

She snapped her head to the side in hope, and she was greeted by the sight of you having a picnic on a small ledge

She pushed herself off of the ground, and quickly began to clean herself off

Fischl ran at a speed that could almost be considered a sprint, and stopped right in front of you

"And I, of course, was able to find you within the same day that I first sought after you! Now, since I went through so much trouble to graciously save you from being lost, you're indebted to me, of course! Come with me now! I order you to be near constantly within my presence for an indefinite period of time!"

Why you two are compatible:

Although Fischl probably doesn't get along with everyone, I can definitely envision her being able to get along with most people (especially if they humor her mystical nature)

In most cases, I suppose that it would rely heavily on circumstance for whether or not a deeper relationship comes to fruition

However, for both a platonic and romantic relationship, I believe that there would be a lot of natural chemistry that would be present

Common interests would be likely, as well as a willingness to delve into each other's interests

Additionally, your initial disposition and actions would probably mesh quite well with Fischl's

Fischl would probably also appreciate someone like you, even if they weren't exactly like you

Overall, it would really depend on very specific circumstances for the two of you to engage in any sort of relationship, but under those specific circumstances, there's a lot of room for a nice relationship to grow

Relationship Headcanons:

A mysterious girl who calls herself "Prinzessin der Verurteilung" and travels with a night raven named Oz.

There's definitely a lot of joking around in this relationship

Whether it be playing off of each others' jokes to an extreme height, or topping off each others' hysterical theatrics, the two of you play off of each other a lot

Literature is probably also a fairly prominent topic in the relationship

Due to Fischl's inclination towards fantasy, that's probably where you two would have the most common literary ground

Along with that, given your liking for acting, she probably likes to write out versions of stories (or completely original ones) for you two to act out

Depending on the degree of closeness between you two (and how deep the relationship is), she may or may not let down her fantasy persona

I think that you'd need to be quite close for her to let it down intentionally, or at least, she needs to have a lot of trusts in you

I think that regardless of whether or not the relationship is platonic or romantic in nature, activities together would probably remain mostly platonic

The only things that would probably change would be some of the smaller things that she says, and the degree of physical intimacy that she chooses to engage in

New Years Headcanons:

New Years in Mondstadt is often spent in houses (or taverns) with your family (or drinking buddies), and so there usually aren't many large-scale public celebrations

Usually, if there are any, it takes place far before the actual time of New Years

Because of this, Fischl was a bit stuck on how she wanted to spend New Years

Of course, she wanted to spend it with you, but at the same time, it interfered with her usual yearly schedule

She pondered over this issue idly for a couple of hours, until she finally came to a conclusion on what to do

Normally, her family would stay awake until twelve and have a small dinner, so she figured that it probably wouldn't cause much trouble if she were to invite you over

Not long after this thought, she confirmed it with her family, and went over to where you lived to ask if you were alright with it

Assuming that you accepted, she then began to prepare some small things for your eventual arrival later

Cut to a couple hours later, when it was around 9

Fischl welcomed you into her house, and quickly led you away into her room

She planned for the two of you to read the a copy of Volume 0 of Flowers for Princess Fischl, and for you two to then talk about it after

Through some miraculous manner, she was able to get her hands on the copy, and she treated it with the utmost care

For the next hour and a half, you and Fischl spent a lot of your time reading Volume 0, and almost analyzing it

By the time you two had arrived at the dinner table, it was around 11:40, just 20 minutes before the New Year came

You conversed with Fischl mindlessly about miscellaneous topics, as the two of you ate your parts of the New Years dinner

Before either of you had realized it, the clock had struck 12, and the New Year had finally arrived

She looked at you, shocked, before smiling brightly, and beginning to speak to you

"...And of course! It's absolutely integral to the...oh? It's already twelve! I guess time does tend to fly quite fast when I...hmm...ah, I guess whenever I'm near you...?"

Afterword:

I feel like this probably isn't very good, and I'm sorry about that! :(

I hope you were still able to enjoy it, though!