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motleymunson27 · 11 months

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Set the World On Fire.

Eddie Munson x Reader.

Word Count: 2.7k

Sum: Date night takes a turn for the worse, but quickly redeems itself in the hands of your husband in your bed.

Content Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff, angst, eddie and reader very in love, unprotected p in v sex, no use of ‘y/n’. mentions of a characters death (😞).

Enjoy what you can!

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Going out on Friday night ended in how no one ever wants it to end.

Your drink was spiked at the bar. And thank fuck Eddie saw the guy do it and yanked it out of your hand before your plum coloured lips could touch the glass.

Now, 2 hours later after Eddie had your personal driver pick you up and take you back home—Eddie having come back 30 minutes ago—, you were laying in your gigantic bed, your husband’s arms wrapped around your naked body that was resting partly on his bare chest and partly on your mattress. You sighed deeply as you gently scratched at Eddie’s collarbone.

“You killed him,” you said bluntly. “Didn’t you?”

It was a few minutes before Eddie responded. “Yes.” He said, also very bluntly.

“You killed him because he spiked my vodka martini,” you paused between sentences, but you didn’t get to finish before Eddie spoke over you. You didn’t even want to finish the sentence anyway.

“We both knew what would have happened if I wasn’t watching,” Eddie finished, his tone slightly more irritated. “And I would have blasted my brains out with my Winchester if I ever let that happen to you.”

There was another pause before you asked another question.

“Did you do it quick or draw it out and make him suffer?”

Eddie took a deep breath before carefully turning you over so you were now laying on your back between the mattress and your husband, Eddie’s lips pressing gentle kisses over your cheekbones and temples.

“I wasn’t about to waste a bullet on that fucker,” he whispered into your hairline, his kisses never stopping. “All that matters is that nothing happened to you that I’d never forgive myself for, *lip kiss*, and that you’re safe.”

Eddie stared longingly and lovingly into your beautiful silver eyes.

“I don’t care if I need to set this world on fire until there’s no one left but you and me. The world will burn around us, and I’ll gladly live in chaos with you as long as the only man that will love and protect you for the rest of your life is me.”

You didn’t say anything after that, staring up at the love of your life with nothing but adoration. And love. And lust.

As strange as it felt, because it definitely would have felt strange if you hadn’t gotten turned on the other times Eddie said he would kill if it made you happy before, his words were getting you all kinds of hot and bothered.

The way he professes his love for you will never not have you all wet and dripping.

And it doesn’t take much longer before you’re grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling it down towards the part of your body where your love for him was most prominent.

“Why am I not surprised that hearing me kill for you gets you this wet for me?” Eddie chuckled, his fingers slowly teasing the folds of your pussy, making you whimper shallowly.

“‘Why isn’t my fine ass wife stuffed full of my huge ass dick yet?’ is the question you should be asking,” You muttered, your fingers tangling in Eddie’s messy curls and gently tugging on the chocolate brown strands, bringing your husband to groan into your neck.

Untangling a hand from his hair, you reached down to cup your hand around Eddie’s cock, which immediately hardened in your hand the second you squeezed the head of it.

“Ohhh k~You keep doing that, I’m gonna blow way too early,” Eddie growled into your neck, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from his dick. “And I’d like for you to cum before I do, you know how this works, baby.”

You smiled.

That was always a rule since you started dating Eddie just after you finished college.

You were going into work at the tattoo shop your family owned and began setting up for a few clients you had booked for the day. Long story short, Eddie walked in looking to start a sleeve on his left arm, starting from his hand and going up his arm to the base of his neck and a bit on his chest.

He wanted it kind of like D&D and Lord of The Rings mixed together, so from his hand to his elbow was the Lord of The Rings part with the characters and other important elements to the story then it would blend into D&D where the LOTD stopped then would carry on with a bunch of dice and characters and so on which was a very cool idea.

You’ll never forget how attractive he looked back then, but since then, he’s only gotten more attractive. And his sleeve still looks as great as it did when you finished the last session to complete it.

Anyway, yeah. Once the two of you had started dating, then eventually progressing to the spicy time part of your relationship, Eddie had made a set of rules that were mostly for him to follow while you just sat there, looked pretty and took it like a good girl. And his #1 rule he had to follow was to bring you to paradise at least twice before he could get himself there.

The only thing you had to do was bloody the shit out of him. He wanted to look like he got into a fight with a samurai and, obviously, lost. He wanted to look like he just got out of a battle with a swarm of bears, a herd of lions and a pack of wolves then ran through a forest of knives and razor blades while he had throwing stars and axes chucked at him from every direction there was.

And while you were shocked at the abuse he wanted you to do to his body the first time he demanded you to draw blood from his back with your nails, the reason why warmed your heart.

“Girls need to know I’m taken by one that I will die for.”

That sentence gave you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life. And you never questioned his reasons again.

The feeling of Eddie’s lips on yours brought you back to the world. “What’s going through that pretty head there, baby?” He asked, his fingers gently combing through the roots of your hair.

You just smiled at your husband, gently scratching your nails over his stubble covered jawline.

“I just love you so much,” you answered, gently pulling Eddie’s head down to yours, pressing kisses all over his face as he chuckled.

“I love you more,” he whispered into your hairline, his teeth gently nipping at your ear. “So much more than you think…”

Suddenly, you felt as if your husband was so far away from you, despite him literally holding himself micrometers above you on his hands and knees, his gloriously hard cock sitting against your clit and his lips not leaving an inch of your face untouched. Whatever, you didn’t care.

You wanted him practically laying on you as he made love to you.

“Eddie…” you muttered, threading your hands through his messy hair and pulling on the strands as you angled his face to be smushed against your own.

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your hairline, huskily. You whimpered as he gently bit at your neck.

“I want you…I want you in me…now,” you moaned into your husbands shoulder, your nails roughly clawing at his toned, muscular back as he moaned into your neck.

Eddie put up no fight or complaints as he slowly dragged his dick through your folds, teasing you as he slowly slipped inside of you with no resistance at all due to how wet you were.

“Ffffffuuucck baby~, always so tight for me,” he moaned into your shoulder, lifting his head that felt like a million pounds to rest against your forehead.

He breathed out the heaviest of breaths into your mouth as he slowly began swivelling his hips in a back and forth motion. Slowly sliding almost completely out of you, Eddie fed his cock back into your pussy just as slow as he pulled out, repeating the process a few more times before he whispered a sentence that made you impossibly wetter. Even though it was the sweetest sentence that could possibly ever be said during sex.

“How’s my baby doing? *kisses*, is my baby ok?”

Loved. You felt so loved that Eddie still asks if you’re okay when you’re stuffed full of him as if it was your first time with him.

Your hands fell away from his hair and down to his neck, gently holding the base of Eddie’s head and gently stroking his jawlines with your thumbs as you kissed him deeply.

“Mmmm, more than ok, *kiss*,” you answered, staring up at your husband with so much love and happiness. “I love you.”

Eddie smiled at the sentiment as he gently pressed kisses to your cheeks, right in the corners of your eyes. “I love you,” he whispered back, starting to slowly thrust his hips again.

You felt so good, so loved in the moment of you and your husband having sex like you usually do every single night.

Tonight felt different, though. More passionate. More romantic, considering date night had ended horribly.

Maybe it was the way Eddie told you he’d ruthlessly murder everyone on planet earth so you would be safe. Had to be what it was.

As much as you wanted your husband to just put his weight down onto your body and hold your hands as he made love to you, you didn’t want it light and passionate. You wanted him to pound your pussy so hard it would make the headboard bang against the wall.

Ok…you wanted it both soft and rough.

Having Eddie hold you close and secure with soft passionate kisses all over your face while he annihilated your pussy into oblivion was your favourite thing he did in bed. No doubt about being sore in the mornings.

“Eddie,” you muttered as clearly as you could, considering your mind was turning to mush. Eddie stopped moving the second you weakly called out to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked with so much concern in his eyes, as if he hurt you in some way.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you smiled softly, gently brushing a hair away from his eyes before giving him your sex eyes. The eyes you gave him whenever you:

“Want it harder.”

Eddie just smiled so widely at you. You could feel his cock stiffen inside of you, as if he wasn’t hard enough. He knew exactly what you wanted.

“Hold onto daddy, baby. Tight.”

Oh fuck. This will be good.

As you followed Eddie’s instructions and wrapped your arms tightly around him, he reached for the thickest but also softest pillow on your bed and pulled it closer to the two of you. “Lift your head for me, babyclaws.”

Complying again, you lifted your head up from your pillow. You didn’t know or care what Eddie was doing, being pressed against your husband with his cock inside of you was the only thing you cared about right now.

“Alright, *neck kiss*, lay back down, honey.”

Two seconds later, your head was enveloped in a thick pile of comfort.

Eddie put a pillow above your head so it didn’t bang against the headboard and hurt you.

The thought of it made you clench around Eddie’s length, which in turn made him wince at the sudden tightness.

“Fucking Christ, you keep clenching around me and you’ll break my dick,” he chuckled, rubbing his large tattooed hands up and down your slender hips as you shivered.

“Then fuck your wife before she does.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Eddie immediately leaned over your body and began pounding into you like the speed of light.

The only sounds coming out of your mouth was moaning and whimpering and “Eddie”. And you weren’t complaining. Eddie definitely wasn’t.

While he wasn’t losing his sense of reality quite like you were, he was in ecstasy.

He had the life he never thought he’d have.

He’s incredibly wealthy. Not broke and not knowing where his or his uncles next meals were coming from.

He had a house with no issues. No leaks, no wiring issues, no washing machine that leaked all over the floor when too many clothes were put in to wash. No plumbing issues. No nothing.

He was certainly most grateful for the woman he currently had underneath him in a state of euphoria.

His wife.

He had a wife. A beautiful, gorgeous, happy, intelligent, amazing wife that loved him to his very core for exactly who he was and not at all because of his wealth.

And the other reason he was so grateful for this life was his uncle that lived his best life and was treated like a king due to his nephew’s success.

Right after Eddie’s newfound fame and success, the first thing he did was help Wayne, fixing up the trailer so it was brand new with no issues at all.

He’d fixed the heating, the power, the water, the cracks in the walls and ceiling from leaks, got him a brand new fridge that didn’t shit the bed in the winter, got a brand new dishwasher installed, a brand new bed that was actually very comfortable so Wayne’s back and muscles didn’t hate him when he woke up in the middle of the night, all new furniture and appliances, anything that could have been fixed in Wayne’s trailer, Eddie fixed it.

While Eddie rather Wayne just moved in with you and him, Wayne insisted he was staying in the trailer as it was close to work.

So Eddie just left him a couple thousand dollars on the table, and sneaking a couple more thousand into Wayne’s saving accounts.

The only sad thing was that Wayne didn’t last in his newly fixed living quarters for that long after his nephew’s success.

5 short years ago, 2 after Eddie fixed the trailer, Wayne had sadly passed from a horrific heart attack just a few months after your wedding anniversary.

Eddie, of course, was devastated. And you were too.

The man he considered his father figure was taken from him so easily. After everything he had done for the poor man by helping with his finances and giving back to the greatest man he’d ever known, he was gone.

While Eddie was upset the man he considered his father was gone, he was thankful that it was quick and he didn’t suffer.

The last 5 years of his uncles life were definitely his best. And he was definitely happy with where he was.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

Eddie didn’t even realize he had stopped moving and was just staring into your eyes.

He was too lost in thought about the last 10 years of his life that he forgot he was in the middle of making love to his wife.

“yeah, sorry,” Eddie apologized, gently kissing your lips then cheekbone. “Thinking about things.”

“You sure?” You asked again, gently combing Eddie’s hair out of his face. “Seemed like it was serious.”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

While it felt wrong to say that, he was right.

Sure, grief doesn’t just go away forever after something heartbreaking happens, but you just kind of accept the fact that whatever you were grieving about happened and there’s nothing you can do to change the past.

Eddie accepted the fact that his uncle’s time on earth had passed and that it was time for him to go long ago.

Obviously he missed his uncle, but it was his time. And it’s not like Eddie can’t go an visit his grave in the Hawkins Cemetery. He usually did go pay a visit to Wayne every time you went through town for whatever reason.

“Ok,” you said, taking in the sight of your husbands face in the moonlight that was peaking through the black out curtains hanging from your window. “I’m just gonna ask one more time: Are you sure you’re okay?”

Eddie smiled at you as he leaned in and kissed you once again. “Yes baby. I appreciate your concern, but I really am okay,” he answered, his large warm hands gently rubbing up and down your smooth, slender backside. “Now where was I before I zoned out?”

You smiled at him. And then Eddie was immediately flipped onto his back, his hair splayed all across his pillow, but he couldn’t complain at all.

There you were.

His beautiful, gorgeous, happy, intelligent, amazing wife, sitting overtop of him like a cowgirl on a horse. One of his absolute favourite sights.

And it just got better when you started bouncing up and down on his cock, causing the sexiest of moans and groans and grunts to escape from Eddie’s lips as you rode him all the way to paradise.

You were riding him so good, trying to bring yourself to orgasm. It was when you felt pressure on your clit that you moaned so loudly as you came, your vision going white as your hips were going miles a minute like they had a mind of their own.

As you slowly came back to your senses, you looked down at Eddie.

His face was all twisted together, doing his best to keep himself from cumming. But it didn’t matter because it was his turn anyway.

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” He groaned, his hands finding themselves back home on your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs on the soft skin above them. His eyes were beginning to flutter shut as he thrusted up into you, which brought you to a wide smile.

You loved how Eddie always closed his eyes as he fell into ecstasy. You always knew that meant he was about to cum before he knew it himself.

You leaned in, holding yourself up with one hand on Eddie’s wide chest while your other gently held the side of his face as you leaned your forehead down onto his.

“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered, closing your eyes with kisses to Eddie’s lips as you quickened your hips by a hair, grounding them harder into Eddie’s cock to help bring him to his release.

He couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from his lips even if he tried. The second you thrusted your hips into his own, Eddie immediately blew, filling you up with so much cum as he tried his best to remember to breathe.

The smile on your face could not be erased at the sight before you.

There your husband was, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your waist as his pounding heartbeat started to slow down, hot breathing deep into your neck as his one hand slowly rubbed up and down the small of your back.

Your favourite sight of him. At complete, utter bliss.

You gently pressed a long, passionate kiss to Eddie’s lips, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and followed in suit with your own.

Breaking away, you gently pressed your face into Eddie’s, a final kiss on his stubble covered jawline.

“I love you,” you whispered, breathing content into Eddie’s neck as he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.”

Yep.

Your life was as perfect as it could be.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

#eddie munson #stranger things

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Easy Money (Part 3)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor Character death,

Author's Note(s): This is a brief filler for the upcoming chapters. I wanted to go into depth of how Robert finds the reader after three years.

Robert makes plans to meet with his previous employer. He’s doing this because he needs some extra cash on him. That’s all.

“Why did I even bother hiring you if you can’t even get the damn job done!” the man spat. Robert keeps his calm. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take until his patience runs out, “Listen man. I just need to know where she is.” his hands are raised signaling defeat, he shrugs “What can I say the video became a hit, the fans want more.” he plays it off. But the other guy doesn’t buy it, ”So find some other bitch to do it. She ain’t even around no more.” he chuckles. Robert pauses for a moment. He looks the older man dead in the eyes, “What do you mean?” his voice low. His expression now serious.

Robert wants answers from this man and he wants them now. His former employer is started to get annoyed by Pronge’s pestering, “I mean the bitch is gone is what the fuck I mean. She ain’t around here no more. Dropped everything then disappeared. No one’s seen her since.”

Shit. He had a feeling something like that would’ve happened, “You don’t think she put herself out do you?” maybe he had been too harsh on her. He did get a little carried away. But who wouldn’t? Her pussy tasted like heaven. Her cunt felt like home. He realizes now that he’s way too invested when he notices the other man’s stiff body language, “After what you did I wouldn’t blame her, and why the hell do you care?”

“It’s only an assumption. Don’t get it twisted.” Robert knew he was hiding something. He just needed to get an answer out of him. Robert could tell he was bluffing as soon as he chucked, “I’ll find someone else to get the job done. Put a bullet in that bitch’s head.“ that would soon be a mistake he’d soon regret. Robert looks him up and down. He smiles briefly then begins striding towards his van. When he starts his engine. The man suddenly pulls out a gun and points it at him. He thought fast but Robert thinks faster.

Pronge stomps on the pedal, driving the van forward. He’s had enough charades. His glasses fall off the bridge of his nose from the impact. He slowly backs his car up from the victim. He parks his vehicle. Sliding his glasses back in place before stepping out. He walks to the man now leaning against the wall. To his surprise the poor bastard was still alive. With both of his legs now broken, An elbow pokes out from his torn skin, he was coughing up an impressive amount of blood. He was still alive. Suffering immensely, but alive.

Originally posted by fuzzyghost

“You don’t look so good bud.” Robert tilts his head whole smirking playfully, “Someone should put you out of your misery.” he playfully pokes the man’s crooked nose, causing a stream of blood to pour out of his nostrils which made it harder for him to breathe. All the man can do is wheeze and gasp with his punctured lungs. Robert whistles, impressed by his determination to survive. He sits a hand on the side of his bruised neck, “Here. Let me help.” his hand clutches the man’s jaw and jerks his head around.

A loud crack echoes through the garage. Robert stands up. He inspects the man for any sign of life. Yup, this guy was most defiantly dead. He bends down to scoop the body in his arms, “Alright work with me buddy.” he huffs before hoisting the body over his shoulder. Into the freezer he went. He retrieves the dead man’s wallet. He’ll have to search his place for any clues that would give him a lead.

When Robert arrives at the man’s run-down apartment there was barely anything left. No addresses, no phone books, not a trace of someone ever living here. He’ll give the man some credit where it’s deserved. This guy was good. Robert searches the bedroom for anything out of the ordinary, making sure not to leave any fingerprints. He finds something in a large dressing cabinet. A shoe box hidden in the bottom drawer. It’s old and worn down. He pulls it out carefully.

He opens it with gloves finding dozen’s of women’s panties bagged and labeled neatly. There were all sorts of them. Some ranged from a larger size, to medium, to borderline-worrisome small, now he really doesn’t regret running him over. Robert’s takes a brief trip down memory lane. He remembers the color, what type. He pulls them carefully out of the plastic bag, the faint scent of beer had still been there. He chuckles after noticing his ex employer hadn’t bothered to wash them. That kinky son of a bitch.

Pronge almost feels embarrassed knowing exactly what they looked like even after all these months. They were a cotton lace set cause she was a classy bitch. A good girl at heart. He remembers the way it would wrap perfectly around her. How she was wrapped perfectly around him. He reads the name. First and last. Finally, he was getting somewhere. But that was about it from what he could find. At least he knew now where to start.

From only her last name alone he found out a brief bit of family history. Her parents were local business investors who died in a car accident. In one night she went from a socialite heiress to the sole inheritor of their empire. But as of lately she was currently missing. Robert wasn’t convinced she was truly gone from the face of the earth. She must’ve been in hiding. He was sure of it.

After a few weeks of following her old schedule he was at a loss. She hadn’t made contact with anyone in particular from her old job or friend group. He would drive around her neighborhood daily. Nothing. As if she packed up all her belongings and vanished. He finds himself back at square one again, returning to his role as the notorious Iceman.

2 years later

Summer has returned once again. Robert parks his van underneath a busy bridge. It’s rush hour, the cars drowned out any noise that could be heard from where he hid.

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He shifts his seat back for more space. He drags the zipper of his body suit down. Revealing his scarred chest as he pulls out his length. His tip is red and leaking. It’s his fifth time today. His fingers are still a bit pruned up from earlier. He licks his lips before giving his tip a teasing rub. A hand wraps around it while imagining a pair of lips. He pumps his shaft until he’s at a decent pace.

But it wasn’t not enough, Robert craved for more. He longed for the warm feeling of a tight cunt holding him. He wanted to hear to the sounds of a woman whimpering. To taste the saltiness of her tears. All while looking into her eyes. He wishes for a chance to see them, this time without a blind fold. He massages his member harder now. Imagining the sight of her slick arousal dripping down her thigh and….shit!

Robert finishes himself off with a few spurts. It wasn’t as good at the few earlier but at least his urge died down for now. Even after an intense round he still feels as though it hadn’t been enough to satisfy his urges. He wanted more. He wanted to listen to the sounds that escaped those puffy lips. Not this annoying bitch in the back, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to jerk off and you’re seriously killing my mood.” he tosses an empty beer can at his victim.

There’s a woman in the back he had taken earlier. She screeches louder from the box holding her. Robert rolls his eyes. If he knew she would be this much of a pain he wouldn’t have taken the job. He grabs a few tissues to clean his shaft before getting up. He strides to the back of his van. As soon as the woman hears him approaching she begins to scoot away frantically. He looks her up and down, the first thing he noticed were her tits. They weren’t too shabby for implants. Her husband told him he could do whatever he wanted. But those were to be returned to him.

He sighs, “Y’know…” he pauses, “This could’ve been avoided this if you hadn’t slept with the pool boy.” he shakes his head, Robert crouches down, “I mean you kinda did this to yourself. Marrying into the mafia and all.” each of his feet are by her small rib cage. She’s frantic. He removes her blindfolds to reveal her now smudged makeup. Her lashes batted with thick clumps of mascara, “P-please…you have it all wrong I’d never cheat on my husband! H-he’s a good man!” she wails.

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Robert physically cringes from her high-pitched squeals. He places a finger on his lips to shush her. He retrieves a photo from his back pocket. Pictured is the woman with her eyes blissfully shut as she gave oral to a much younger man. Her pool boy-toy. Not her husband. Robert waves the photo in her face, “This is you right?” there’s a pause after. That was all the proof he needed.

She shakes her head side to side. Her bombshell curls bounce with each movement. She begins to bawl again, “Please! I-I’ll make an offer! I know who works for him and–and what him and his men do, where their locations are. I’ll never show my face in this town again just please don’t kill me…it was a stupid mistake–”

“Several times? I mean c’mon it’s like you wanted to get caught.” he swiftly turns around towards an ice cream box, “and if you were wondering yes I did kill the little runt.” He ducks down to get a better reach for a tool. He didn’t feel like cleaning them up today so he came up with a tool that’s easy to dispose of. He pries open his cooler and pulls out a sizable ice pick. He walks over to her and straddles her thin waist. In her final moments the woman screams at the top of her lungs for him to stop.

Robert wastes no time jabbing it straight into her jugular. She begins to choke on her own blood. Her vision blurs from the amount lost in a short amount of time. She twists and turns a few times, spreading crimson on the plastic sheet below. Her beady eyes roll to the back of her head. His palm pushes the rest of it down until it pokes a hole through the other side of her neck. She sure as shit wasn’t alive by now. He tosses the body into an icebox for later. If the rest of her wasn’t filled with botox and plastic he’d sell it off.

Robert changes out of his work clothes and into his daytime uniform. Adjusting his bow tie before starting the day. He sits back in his seat, tapping fingers on the stirring wheel. He turns the vehicle on and starts driving. As soon as his ears pick up the sound of children laughing he switches on his music. A catchy tune plays for all to hear. To let the children know the ice cream man is near.

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As soon as the last child is given a cone he shuts his window closed. He steps out to take a smoke break. He closes his eyes after the first huff. He remembers how good it felt right after he took her. She was too cute, shaking her head as if she had done something wrong. He inhales another lungful of nicotine and breathes out. He smirks. In the end it was him who ended up being screwed over. A small price to pay over some quick cash.

He keeps his head low, avoiding any eye contact with civilians passing by. He never liked crowds. Robert only ever lonely with people around. Their faces were all a blur to him. Everyday brought another insignificant face he’ll forget about by tomorrow.

But not hers. Never hers. He doesn’t know why. Even after all this time.

Robert decides to walk to a local hardware store nearby. He peers into each store. Each had their own story. The first one he passed by was a ma-and-pa diner, the second one was a bar, the third was a thrift store. That’s when he notices a familiar figure. He stops in his tracks.

There she was. In all her glory. His girl. Although there were slight changes in the way she looked. Her hair was longer and braided to the side. Her figure was slightly fuller than before. There was more to grab. Just how he likes it. Robert knew it was her. He never forgets a pretty face.

In all those months of searching, he would’ve never guessed you’d still be in town. That you would be thriving. You’re wearing a sundress for the warm weather rapidly approaching. It clung to your more curvaceous form. He bites his lips while staring at the way your dress hung down your curvy figure. If he could he would stand there all day gawking at you working diligently.

No surprise in you getting fit from the work. You distributed the extra weight well. Your hips are wider now. His palms itch at the thought of grabbing them. You had a glow to your complexion since the last time he saw you. Then he sees you turn around to look for someone. He was gone before you had a chance to look out the window.

Robert makes it to his car, forgetting all about why he was there in the first place. He could care less. All he wanted to do now is have you coil underneath him again. Where you belong. He plans a visit the next day while in disguise. He had to be sure it was really you. He walks into the store with his head low. He pretends to look through items on racks. He glances up every now and then to see you folding a sweater.

Pronge picks up as much randomized items as he could, enough to keep you busy. When he reaches the front you greet him with a smile. A genuine smile. Not like the ones in the photos he had. However your eyes told a different story. They no longer belonged to a young naive girl but pieces of a broken soul still healing. Robert watches silently as you type away on the register. It was clear now, you had not a clue as to who he was.

Robert knows now this won’t be the last encounter he’ll have with you. It was time for planning. He had rented a different vehicle for scoping around. You were constantly proceeding with precaution everywhere you went. Always making sure you’d never be left alone or at least taking certain safety measures. You were so confidant that your car keys placed carefully in between you knuckles would protect you. From what? You live in the suburbs. Unless there was some serial killer–Oh, that’s right. How funny.

Robert’s legs are perched up on the dasher of his van. He watches you from afar approaching your car. He waits a minute before starting his engine and follows you. After a few minutes of driving he knew where he was heading. It wasn’t a richer providence but nonetheless a white picket-fenced area. Emphasis on white.

Robert made sure to park his car a block away. He follows closely until you’ve made it into your apartment building. With a quick lock pick he’s in. He keeps his head low in his baseball cap. He watches you walk into an elevator. He reads what floor you were headed on then rushes for the stairs. As soon as he makes it to your floor he looks around the corner.

From what he remembers the elevators should be there. You’re already trying to unlock the door to your apartment. But someone from the other side opens it before you do. He holds his breath. He didn’t expect you to have a roommate. You didn’t have one in the past.

So just who was that?

Robert peaks from around a corner, waiting patiently for someone to leave. After a while the door finally opens again. A young woman leaves your apartment. She hauls her backpack over a shoulder before waving goodbye. Her apartment was down the hallway from yours. He flinches when he hears your door open again, “Hey!”

Robert ducks behind a corner. He is sure he’d finally been caught. That is until he hears your voice again, “You don’t have to come tomorrow sweetheart. Mondays are a lot steadier.” you wave a goodbye to the young woman before finally shutting your door. She nods before carrying on. He makes a quick mental note to get rid of your little guard dog. Robert would have to visit the shop more often if he wants to get an accurate schedule. He is a man who is quite fond of details.

All he needed was a single week to collect enough data for his newest persona. He looks in the mirror in front of him. He needed a haircut. Also his beard would look more put together with a few trimmings here-and-there.

Originally posted by pariztexas-deactivated20210721

Robert knew what women wanted in a man. Most of them wanted someone neatly groomed, with a stable job and income. He would play the role of an eligible bachelor. It wasn’t hard to grab a woman’s attention. He knew he was easy on the eyes. A few times it had gotten in the way of his work. But now he needed his looks as an advantage.

When he walks into your store he’s readier than ever. Robert struts right up to the register, “Hey,” she looks up and waits for what he has to say, “I was wondering if we could maybe go out for a date?”

For a moment she’s taken aback. Of course she would be you’re putting her on the spot. Time for a different tactic. A pity date, “You know what, it’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean I’m a total stranger, and I don’t want to seem like a creep. I understand if you’re not interested in a relationship at the moment. That’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing it up especially at your work—“ if he just keeps going at it she’ll feel bad.

Soon enough she cracks under pressure, “Wait! I-I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off I’ve just never been asked out before,” there it is, “I’ve never even been in a relationship either. I should’ve said something earlier. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances. It’s just that I don’t even know your name,” she looks up. Nervous for what his answer would be. He has to bite back a laugh, the poor thing is too bashful to find words. He gives her time to muster up some courage, “…I’ve got a busy schedule…so I’ll close the shop early tomorrow.” that makes him smile, “Robert Pronge, It’s a date, and dinner’s on me.”

Originally posted by steviebarnesrogers-blog

The two of you exchange numbers. Robert lets you know when he’ll be arriving to pick you up. He sends you a playful wink before leaving. He wouldn’t have to rely on any transportation which was a good thing. His van would be a dead giveaway. Today was the day. He had waited outside of the store, arriving ten minutes earlier with a bouquet in his hands. You happily take it from him. For once, in a fairly long time, it seemed as though everything was going well.

Robert considers himself a patient man. He doesn’t however, have time for charades. If you were even a few seconds late for your date he’d barge in the store and just take you. He looks around to see if you’d call the cops on him yet. So far the coast was clear. He’d never been so risky before. Then he sees you stepping outside. He felt almost hesitant to go out while being so exposed.

Originally posted by sleepypanda27

Now part of him wishes he had brought a pair of thick-framed glasses. He caught you walking out of the store after locking it. It’s the little things he takes notice of. Like how you’d done your hair for him. From what he could tell your makeup was different as well. A sign that you wanted to be there. With him. You seemed…happy. Excited even. How adorable.

Robert knows the steps from what his old man had taught him. Always offer a gal some flowers and an arm to hold. You crack a smile at his romantic gestures. Ever the gentleman. Your date goes just as planned. All of his answers are perfect. Too perfect. Which had you genuinely impressed by him. But that made it all a bit suspicious, “I’m sorry it’s just that—I can’t help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?” Robert couldn’t hold back a light chuckle, “You really don’t remember me do you?”

Originally posted by drunkxabi

This was too good. He’d been waiting for the right moment to tell you. He might as well let you know the truth by now. He flings his arm over your shoulder until it’s gripping the side of your waist. You feel your nerves getting the best of you. Was this how dates were suppose to be? It was unusual having someone, let alone a man hold you like this after so long. Robert tilts his head towards your ear. His forehead presses against your temple. This was all too familiar. His voice is low, “I’m the same guy who locked you in his warehouse three years ago…” he sighs. Tears begin to cloud your vision. No…no not again!

You shake your head in disbelief. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Robert nods while pouting his lips, “I couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours…” he whispers, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle tears. He love it, the tears only rile him up, “Oh keep doing that baby…you look so pretty when you cry for me…” Robert’s arms have a firm grip around your body before you get the chance to run away.

You try screaming for help but a hand shoots up to muffle your cries. He gives you a warning, “Scream and I’ll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?” He finally releases his hand on your mouth. You didn’t know what he had in store. You only want to go home, “Please…what else more could you want from me…?” you whimper. Isn’t it obvious? He only wanted your mind, body, soul..and in his words, “Everything.”

He finally found you. His little money maker.

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask. Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hi wendy i really love the aus you use and pick in your fics and if you're cool with it can i request for a mr and mrs smith/spy au with the takeomi akashi, fluff angst n smut pls

I'm going to do my best with this one (and lump ina another with it)

Ride It Out: Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"You look so handsome." Takeomi looks at the reflection of you in the mirror, his purple eyes drinking in the sight of you lounging across the edge of the clawfoot tub.

Your skin is wet, but you look more relaxed than ever, the white rose petals he sprinkled in the tub floating around and making the bathroom smell like the flower of love.

"It's a shame you can't stay for the evening." The sinful grin you give him while picking out a chocolate from the box, placing it past your plump lips drives him into even deeper silence. You're seducing him into staying, he notes, but doesn't submit to your wiles. He can't. Not tonight.

"Love that you leave out the part where you have your own event tonight." You raise your brows, shifting back into the tub. "Forgot about it already?"

"No," you retort. "Just trying to think about your dick in my mouth, 'omi." You give a small pout, and the zipper on Takeomi's suit pants strains. If it weren't for his boxers, he might have a serious issue on his hands.

"Listen," he murmurs, slicking hair back and turning around to face you with a smirk. "You're here when I get back? I'll fuck that pretty mouth seven ways to Sunday. If you're not, then you'll have to wait until the morning."

"Guess the singers will have to make the opera go a lot faster," you muse, leaning forward in the tub for a kiss.

"Guess so," Takeomi whispers, pressing his lips against yours and cradling your chin in one hand. "Guess so."

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So maybe you weren't telling the whole truth.

You stare at the figure of your husband in the seats of the opera house, your curls pinned back in a small bun and a mink coat he'd never seen resting around your shoulders. The little lorgnette binoculars, complete with heat-sensing technology, rest on your eyes as you watch Takeomi shake hands with a known cocaine dealer.

"Fuck."

You try to conceal your displeasure at the sight by inhaling deeply, but the woman on the other end of your earpiece mumbles,

"Seriously? A cocaine dealer?"

"Tell me about it," you reply, gritting your teeth.

The private box was bought by your spy org - Bethesda - and it was one level above and right across from Takeomi's spot in the theatre. Being spotted by him in the semi-darkness would be impossible, but you couldn't take any chances.

"I think we've seen all we need to see." You stow away your glasses and walk out of the box seating area, away from the sight of your husband making deals that you can't comprehend. Away from your husband helping known criminals conduct business. Away from... the facade of your marriage.

As you walk down the stairs of the opera house foyer, you see a flash of yellow, then the lights in the foyer shut off.

Not like dimming.

No, they shut off instantly.

Then--

Pop. Pop pop. Pop. Pop.

You expect patrons to come swarming out of the doors above you, their eyes wide with fear in the darkness, but no one leaves.

The popping continues.

It's only with a sense of dread that you realize the sounds of gunfire are echoing around you - in the foyer - in the damn dark.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you mutter, crouching down in your dress and hoping none of the flying bullets met your body.

"Hey, some help?"

Takeomi.

Pop. Pop pop. Pop. Pop pop pop.

A backup generator kicks in and one-fourth of the lights that were on flicker to life, lighting the place in an eerie yellow glow. You look down at the glasses in your hand, then reach under your dress, unholstering the small pistol you always have on your person during times like these.

No one knows when you'll have to OK Corrall it out while on a mission.

You've got two options, you reason while you creep down the stairs. You can either sniff Takeomi out and figure out if he's okay, or you can go home and beat him there, still hiding your true intentions and getting your back blown out.

Win-win, right?

"Place the gun on the stair and stand up." You freeze, dropping the gun to the floor and straightening up. You're out of options, actually.

"You're going to shoot your wife right here?" you whisper, but the nudge of the guna against your back is enough to silence you again.

"I knew you were a little spy," Takeomi snaps. "Just needed to flush you out nice and easy."

"Five years of marriage and this is what we get, huh? No easy divorce?" Takeomi laughs at your comments, taking your right arm and holding it behind your back painfully.

"Hush," he whispers. "Come with me and I'll let you live. No fighting, no arguing, and definitely--" The barrel of the gun presses into the space between your shoulder blade. "No seducing."

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Okay, so maybe he lied a little.

"Oh my god," you gasp, hips smacking against Takeomi's while you ride him, hands still handcuffed. "'Omi..." Takeomi shudders beneath you, hands gripping your hips, helping you fuck him from above.

"Yeah, that's it..." he moans. "Say my name, baby."

"'Omi," you whine again, lips connecting with his tattooed chest. "Fuck me..."

Your husband sighs loudly, eyes fluttering closed as he listens to the desire in your voice build. "Want me to cum in that pretty pussy, don't you? Want to have my kids, hm?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," you moan dumbly, mouth opened while his cock rocks inside of your cunt, your cream sliding down his length.

"You're going to have to earn it, Ms. Spy." You don't know why Takeomi is holding it against you. He's a spy, too, as explained on the ride home. "They wanted me to take 'care of you'. And I'm doing just that, baby."

"Take--" One harsh smack on your ass.

"Ah, ah."

"'Omi," you correct yourself. "Make me cum. Please." Squelching noises flood the room, along with your pants of desire. "Please."

"Little louder."

"Omi!" You collapse on his chest, tears coursing down your cheeks. "Let me cum. Want to cum on your cock so bad..."

"Did ya' hear that, guys?" he wonders, turning to the earpieces laying on the bedside table, noise buzzing through them with unheard commands to 'stop this nonsense' from both spy organizations. "She wants to cum on my cock. Think that will do it?"

The static noise of the shouts from both Bethesda and Takeomi's boss - Kisaki - is enough to encourage him to ram into you, his dick kissing your cervix rapidly.

"Think that'll do it."

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again.

"Hey pretty boy."

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you.

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?"

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room.

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor.

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond.

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair.

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old."

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist.

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents."

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes.

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers.

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck.

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple.

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself.

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth.

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.”

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Bonus Scene Two (Gwynriel)

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a/n: this picks up right after nesta leaves gwyn’s apartment in Part 24. warning for discussions of sex, obviously.

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As soon as the apartment door shuts after Nesta, Gwyn releases a breath and turns to Azriel with a wide gaze. “Do I really have to teach you guitar?” she says.

“Of course not.” He rolls his eyes. It was a throwaway line meant to get Nesta off his back, and even she didn’t entirely believe it. He moves toward the kitchen to get a glass of water, still shaken from Nesta storming into Gwyn’s bedroom like that. Not that she interrupted much. Gwyn still has a long way to go before she can handle anyone touching her between her legs, Azriel thinks.

He never asked Gwyn what a twenty-seven year old woman was so afraid of sex for when she first suggested her proposal to him. She looked so scared that he would question her that he couldn’t bring himself to poke even a little bit. Not that he needs to poke. He’s not a fucking idiot, and Gwyn’s thighs had been trembling in involuntary fear under his hands earlier. She’s been hurt.

For her sake, he pretends to remain ignorant and incurious, but right now his grip on the glass in his hand is so tight it might shatter. His face remains cool as he pours himself water.

“Why didn’t you tell her the truth?” Gwyn hops up onto the kitchen counter and swings her freakishly long legs. “About what you get out of our deal?”

“I don’t expect you to teach me sex for free, obviously,” Gwyn blabbered the day after they got back from the ski lodge. “You can ask for something from me, too. Even money, if that’s your thing.”

Prostitution was not Azriel’s thing, though he wouldn’t knock it. The truth was that his brain had started turning as soon as Gwyn told him about her idea, and now it couldn’t stop. Oddly enough, this opportunity was perfect.

“Tell Nesta that I’m using you as a rebound?” Azriel nearly snorts on his water. “Did you miss the part where she almost cut my dick off and choked me with it?”

Gwyn hums noncommittally. “Being a distraction from your ex is better for me than it is for you. It’s insurance that you won’t get any funny ideas.” She narrows her teal eyes at him. “If you find yourself moving on from Nesta’s hot sister, you better tell me right away. I’ll end this whole thing quickly and cleanly.”

“Why?” He thought moving on from Elain was the goal, one he was unlikely to achieve.

“You know.” She crosses her arms in an X over her chest like she’s warding him off. “You might catch—feelings for me.”

This time Azriel really does snort on his water, hard. His laughter turns into coughing when it slips down the wrong pipe, and liquid dribbles onto his shirt. Gwyn just sits there and stares at him in vague disgust.

When he’s done choking, he wipes his mouth with the hem of his tee and gasps, “Even without Elain, you wouldn’t need to worry about that. Trust me.”

Gwyn wrinkles her freckled nose in distaste. “I would be offended if I wasn’t so relieved.”

He’s still chuckling when Gwyn says cautiously, “By the way…” She chews on the inside of her cheek. “Did you really ghost Elain?”

Azriel is no longer amused.

“When you said you broke up with her, I thought you actually broke up with her,” Gwyn continues. “I didn’t know you were one of those guys.”

Shame tinged with embarrassment floods Azriel, and he doesn’t have the slightest idea why. Why does it matter what Gwyn of all people thinks of him, especially when she doesn’t have all the details?

He thought he was making things easier for Elain by leaving without a word. He thought she would let him slip out of her mind after a couple of weeks just like he slipped out of her life, and that it would be better than having to hear him dump his insecurities on her.

He knows now that he was only making things easier for himself. Knows that if he had stayed and talked things out with Elain, she would have convinced him to stay. If he had called her at all in the past two months, he would have gone running back to Velaris like a sailor answering a siren’s song.

She’s always been a siren—which is why he can’t regret doing what would have happened eventually anyway. Even without that Vanserra bastard or some other man, Elain could never have been a permanent fixture in Azriel’s life. Little details sprinkled throughout their time together confirm that for him now.

That doesn’t mean Elain deserved it, or deserves it now. Azriel knows that.

But all he can think of to say to Gwyn is, “Yeah, maybe I am one of those guys.” He puts his glass in the sink. “You still want me as your teacher?”

Gwyn shrugs, looking away. “It’s not like I’ve got any other choice.”

Azriel would disagree. He says what he’s been thinking since they got back from Cassian’s birthday trip. “Wouldn’t you rather do this with someone you love and trust?”

“God no,” Gwyn snorts, providing no further explanation.

Azriel can understand being hesitant to admit sexual inexperience to a crush, but it doesn’t stop him from judging Gwyn’s new man. If this coworker of hers is so great, wouldn’t she be able to trust him unabashedly with her insecurities? Wouldn’t he readily accept her for all that she is?

Ugh, he’s been dipping into Nesta’s reading collection too much lately. “Alright, then.” He leans against the counter opposite Gwyn. “Let’s talk about learning. You clammed up in bed back there after ignoring my suggestions and shoving my head between your legs.”

“I clammed up because of my best friend barging into my room and catching us together,” Gwyn defends.

“Your pussy was dry as bread before that,” he retorts. Ooh, now he wants toast.

Gwyn turns a furious shade of red while Azriel starts looking around for bread. He finds it sitting by the toaster. “Can you not say that?” she hisses at him.

“What?” He looks up from dropping bread into the toaster.

“You know…” She glances around cautiously as if someone might overhear. “Pussy.”

“Pussy,” he says again, just to be annoying. Gwyn’s shoulders turn inward in embarrassment, and he has to hold back a grin. Yeah, she’s definitely not ready for oral.

He finds a butter knife and some peanut butter. “I told you to start easy and you ignored me. You tried jumping into the deep end without learning how to tread water.”

Gwyn scoffs. “And what does ‘treading water’ entail again?”

Azriel shrugs, plucking up his finished toast. “Making out, heavy petting, freshman-year-of-high-school kind of stuff.”

“I’ve done that before,” she mutters indignantly. “Maybe not in my freshman year, but I’ve done it.”

He wonders how long ago that was, or if it was before she was—hurt.

“Besides,” Gwyn goes on before he can push the matter further, “I’m not budging on kissing. I want to save that for the man I actually like.”

“You don’t like me?” Azriel raises a brow, slathering peanut butter over his toast. “You definitely don’t act the same with me as you do with other men.” Or at least that’s what he assumes. Up until a short while ago, he never would’ve been able to imagine timid Gwyn having the guts to ask anyone for sex ed. That’s got to make him special, right?

But then Gwyn waves him off and says, “That’s ‘cause you’re not a real man. I knew you before puberty.”

Azriel nearly drops his toast. “Wow, the nerve of this woman,” he mutters with wide eyes. If she keeps this up, he’s going to start regretting ever going to the same school as her. “That’s not what you said when you were going on about how attracted you are to me.”

“I said you were attractive, not that I was attracted.” Gwyn’s blush is more from irritation than shyness now. “You do the job, but you’re no Max.” She giggles at saying his name. Actually giggles. “I’ll only kiss Max.”

“What kind of stupid ass name is Max?” Azriel grumbles through a mouthful of peanut butter.

“It’s short for Maximillian.”

He chokes. “Jesus, that’s even worse.” He’s doing all this work for some guy named Maximillian. Maybe he should just go home and let Nesta give him the beating he deserves.

Except thinking about Nesta only reminds Azriel of what a coward he is, because he fears facing her again almost as much as he fears facing Elain. “By the way, could I…” he starts hesitantly.

Gwyn gives him a judgmental sneer. “You don’t want to go back to the cabin, do you?”

He shakes his head.

“You can’t stay here,” she responds, crushing his hopes. “I have plans tonight, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you be such a wimp.” She hops off the counter and comes over to him, surprising him by grabbing both of his shoulders. “Azriel,” she says somberly.

He swallows his toast roughly.

“You have to grow some balls,” she continues. “Not just for your sake, but for the sake of every poor woman in your life. Also, all this drama is personally a turn-off for me, which is detrimental to my sex education.” She wrinkles her nose. “Do better and all that, you know?”

Damn, okay.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, Azriel manages to say, “Fine, I’ll go.” He shoves the rest of his toast into his mouth and dusts off his hands, heading for the living room.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave right now—” Gwyn follows after him. Azriel is already on the couch, pulling a stray notepad and pen on the coffee table closer to himself.

He clicks the pen. “When’s that library guy planning to take you out?” he asks, starting to write.

Gwyn hovers near him, watching the notepad over his shoulder in confusion. “Um, this Saturday. Just a casual coffee shop thing.”

“Then I’ll see you on Friday.” He scribbles down some bullet points and labels the page LESSON PLAN. “Until then, think about a way to enjoy foreplay without kissing. Here are some suggestions so you can practice.” He tears the lined paper out of the notepad and hands it to Gwyn.

Her eyes skim over the page, brows rising with each point she reads. “Is all this really necessary?”

Azriel remembers how he barely brushed his lips against Gwyn’s core before having to pull away and kiss her quivering thigh instead. He can’t have sex with an unaroused woman, and he definitely can’t do it with a terrified woman. “Foreplay is absolutely necessary,” he says, getting up from the couch and stretching to his full height. Where Elain used to only reach his chest, Gwyn’s head almost reaches his nose. It amuses him for some reason.

“Do you like movies?” he adds. “I’ll take you to the movies on Friday.” Preferably something boring and played out, so the theater will be empty and she won’t be paying attention.

Gwyn’s eyes widen. “Is going on dates also part of foreplay?”

“It can be,” Azriel shrugs. It will be when he does it. He drops a hand onto Gwyn’s head and ruffles her hair. “I’d love to stay and help you study, but I have to go and grow some balls.” He mock-frowns at her as he heads for his shoes and keys. “See you later, Gwyneth.”

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a/n: wait why do i wanna write the movie theater scene now… pls help me im just trying to finish this damn fic im getting too old for this

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Inconveniences ↬ p.p

AN: This is a reupload from my old account!

An entry for @geminiparkers’s 1k writing challenge!

Pairing- College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex :)

Wc: 1.7k

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You didn’t understand what people saw in the Avengers. They were annoying and had no concept of personal space.

Or maybe those were just your thoughts. You’ve been living with them ever since quarantine started, finally able to convince your parents that you were capable of living alone, you were an avenger, after all. Well you weren’t really living alone, as the people in question along with your boyfriend, Spider-Man lived with you.

Never were you ever glad that May Parker, the angel, had allowed you two to stay together (without much embarrassment).

Back to the point where you got no privacy. For example:

“Peterrrr” you whined, elongating his name to get his attention. You had been horny all day long, craving some semblance of touch from your extremely sweet, hot, amazing, beautiful boyfriend.

He hummed, not even looking up from the laptop he was typing on. He was laying on his side, so you tried to shimmy yourself between the little space on the couch and him, only to grunt when he wouldn’t move.

So you tried something else, because fuck the Avengers you wanted a dick now.

“Petey petey pie,” you whispered, tracing his abs from under his t-shirt. You knew your trick would work, because you could feel them clench.

“Y/N, not here sweetheart.” He muttered, holding your hand while he continued to ignore you.

Pouting, you huffed and flopped back as much as you could.

“You promised you would be free tonight! Gah you’re such a nerd!” You whined, rolling your eyes when you saw Nat entered the living room.

At first she ignored you both, sipping at her milkshake and walking towards the kitchen.

“You chose me and not Harry remember? Thought you were into nerds not gonna lie.” He smirked, his voice low, the kind that had you clenching without a thought.

“And? Are you questioning my choices? Come on Petey you can do your homework later.” You said.

You climbed on top of him, your foot purposefully catching his dick. By now you were practically on his chest , tracing circles around his nipples.

Smirking, you continued to pepper his exposed neck with featherlight kisses, making sure to moan every now and then.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He clenched his jaw, huffing to show that your kisses were not affecting him.

“Well you’re being a party pooper, so I’m having mine.” You muttered, voice muffled as you slid your hands inside his t-shirt, scratching your fingers against his chest.

Grunting, he gently pushed you off, sitting up with his laptop on his legs, “Y/N this is important."

Mouth open now, you puffed your cheeks, folding your hands on your chest.

"Can you believe this dude?!” You shouted, looking at Nat while pointing at your smirking boyfriend, “he chooses homework over sex!”

***

Sipping at your drink, you smiled at the scene in front of you. It was almost half a year under quarantine, and Tony had finally agreed to host a party, albeit an internal one with only the Avengers, and May, now that she was out of duty from the hospital.

“How’re you feeling babe?” Peter appeared, wrapping his hands around your stomach, resting his nose on the crook of your neck.

Sighing, you leaned onto his head, enjoying the way he kissed your neck, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

“I’m good, things are getting normal again, if only the president caught the virus, this country would be a much better place.” You snorted, feeling your back vibrate as he laughed.

“You hate him so much don’t you?” He said.

“He’s hate worthy.” You shrugged, turning around to wrap your hands around his neck, playing with the baby hair on the nape.

Leaning forward, you hummed against his lips, crading your hands through his hair as he pushed you into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of your pants.

“Someone’s gonna walk in on us.” You mutter against his mouth, moaning as his tongue attacks your lips, parting them hungrily.

Swaying with the loud music, you whimpered when he touched your waist, his fingers hot and leaving shocks, your pussy throbbing and gut coiling with anticipation.

Panting desperately, you pulled at his shirt, fingers scrunching in the material as he lifted you up, planting on the counter top as you wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively straddling him. Feeling his muscles rippling under the shirt, gave a throaty moan, huffing due to the lack of oxygen.

Sweat was already coating your foreheads, creating highlights on his cheekbones and reflecting off the lens of his glasses-

“Peter did you see my- Oh! Oh am I disturbing you? Why don’t you use the bedroom though, I don’t think Tony would like if you do it in the kitchen-"

"May! Oh my god-"

”-It’s okay honey, you’re not a teenager anymore-“

Falling off the counter top, you bit your lip, playing with the hem of your shirt, not meeting May’s eyes. You look at your blushing boyfriend, embarrassed at being caught making out in between a party.

"May, just go, please-”

“Um, sorry I was just leaving anyway, you know, I got work to do. Yeah. You both continue.” She smirked, nodding at you and sending a sly wink at you.

Shaking your head, you looked at Peter, twiddling your hands together.

“Sooo, wanna make out?” You ask.

“Yeah. Sure"

***

The dishes clinked together, the noise echoing in the empty kitchen. Peter moved with agility, hands cleaning the dishes as he passed it to you who were putting them on the rack.

You saw him take a deep breath, biting your lips and gulping. You knew what was coming next.

Peter had always been protective of you, as a friend or as a girlfriend. He protected everyone who he loved.

"I’m sorry-"

"Save it. Take your meds and go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He grunted, nearly smashing the plates as you raised your eyebrows.

“Well be careful of the plates, they’re fragile.” You joked, heart beating fast as you contemplate his reaction.

“How are you so chill about all this?! You know you were reckless, and yet you do decide to not acknowledge the fact that you almost died!” He slammed his fist, nearly breaking the plate with his hand, a small piece did break, piercing his skin.

You jumped at his sudden aggression, your own anger building.

“I’m a big girl now Peter, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to look out for me everytime I go out!” You snarled, curling your fist, “and you’re one to talk you hypocrite! You’re always so reckless during patrols, how is me getting blasted by a bomb in a fireproof suit, reckless when you get hit by bullets on a daily basis?"

"I stopped listening after you said you got blasted by a bomb, you’re not enhanced Y/N, how am I supposed to-”, he said voice cracking, “I love you okay? I can’t - I can’t lose you okay?"

Your chest ached at his hurt voice. Peter had lost a lot in his short life, his parents, his uncle, almost lost Tony. And now you felt bad about making him feel that way.

"I’m sorry Petey.” You said, taking his cheek in one hand, holding his suds filled hand in another, “You’re hurt."

He chuckled, looking at his hand where the broken plate had pierced it. Tony wouldn’t mind one broken plate, he was a billionaire after all.

"Yeah.” He said, sniffing and putting it under the faucet to get off any remaining blood. You watched in fascination as the wound closed up, not even leaving a scar behind as if you were watching a time lapse.

Rolling your eyes, you grinned mischievously, poking his chest with you fingers and snorting as he giggled, pulling you closer-

“Bucky! Give me back my cookie now or I swear to god-"

"Ughhh you guys do this purposely don’t you?” You groaned, glaring at Bucky and Sam as they stop in their tracks, looking at each other and smirking.

“We neither confirm nor deny your accusations.” Bucky said, plopping the cookie in his mouth and walking out of the kitchen as you bang your forehead against the table.

Why can’t people just let you be intimate with your boyfriend for one second?

***

“Are you sure no one’s gonna walk in, Spider-Man?” You hummed against his lips, moving in slow motions as he caresses your bum.

“If they do, I’ll take care of it.” He rasps, squeezing your bottom and fingering the hem of your shirt shorts.

You were sitting in Peter’s bedroom after a full day of teasing him, because you were horny and desperate. Softly kneading your fingers through his hair, you whined at the feel of his bulge against your crotch, a wet feeling already seeping through those shorts.

Rubbing your hips faster against his, you huff, tracing his biceps and squeezing them occasionally as he moved down with his lips, slipping off your tank top.

“Thought you had super speed.” You grunted, urging him to go faster as he unclasped your bra before looking at you with a smirk, his eyes shining with mirth and lust.

“You were a bad girl today, teasing me every opportunity you got, it’s only fair if I get to do the same.” He said before squeezing your one boob and sucking on the other, a wet pop noise leaving his mouth every time he sucked on it.

Spreading your legs further, you shimmy out of your shorts, lifting Peter’s shirt up to get him out of it before he stopped you.

“Oh no, you’re not-” he started before the door opened with a bang.

“Did you guys-” before Tony could see anything, Peter produced his web-shooters and shot at the door, locking it for at least another two hours.

A muffled, “at least use protection!” Was heard from outside the door. Your face was burning with embarrassment, looking at Peter with an innocently terrified look on your face. He could hear your heart racing, and it was making him like, really hard.

“Now, where to begin.” He whispered, chills shooting up your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin and the wet feeling intensifying between your thighs.

“Let me at least undress you.” You plead, lifting his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans simultaneously.

“No, you were a brat today, and brats don’t get a taste without punishment.” He smirked, flipping you so you hit the backrest, holding your arms up and…webbing You up against the headboard, “today I’m doing all the work."

And you didn’t mind it really. Like, at all.

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Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

♡ words. 4k

+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking.

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him.

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things.

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other.

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch.

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up.

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time.

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!”

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here.

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth.

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise.

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan).

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely.

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself.

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note?

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol

actually

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going.

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors.

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all.

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact.

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?”

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you.

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier.

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well.

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it.

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something.

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on.

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out.

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then.

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you.

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them.

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display.

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know.

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking.

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising.

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist.

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right.

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay).

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously.

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically.

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town.

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day.

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually.

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway.

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future.

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it.

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

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duskholland · 4 years

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Maybe like a protective mob!Tom? Like say you two had a mini fight one morning and then something happens during the day? Nothing major bad but enough to set off protect mode Tom? And then some goooood fucking

shit. yes. im a slut for desperate i-almost-lost-you moments.

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material incl smut and mob themes. extended warnings beneath the cut.

-- it’s mob monday!! --

warnings: gun violence, minor injury, blood, death (i promise you it’s not that intense or important), needy protected MxF sex, kinda possessive mob!tom (but it's hot), fingering (fem receiving),

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The argument comes from nowhere. One moment you’re laying around in bed, tangled up with Tom and the warm sheets, the next you’re pacing around in front of the mattress, tugging at your hair in frustration.

“You’re being unreasonable, Y/N,” Tom chides, staring at you hard. He’s sitting up against the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are narrowed and dark, stirring with irritation.

“I’m being unreasonable?” You respond, unable to keep the tone of incredulity from your voice. “Tom, I’m telling you, that guy is dirty. It’s not unreasonable to try and warn you.” You pause, clenching your hands into fists. “It’d be nice if you’d trust me, for once. I’m not an idiot.”

Oh, and Tom really doesn’t like that. His eyebrows pull together and he sits up a little straighter, the duvet falling down to his waist. You briefly make note of the curved lines of his torso, all defined and glowing gold in the morning sun, but you’re too angry to focus on his muscles for long.

“I do trust you, Y/N,” he replies, his voice a little harder, “But Rob’s been on the staff for three years. He’s not dirty. If he makes you uncomfortable, I can station him outside the house, but he’s loyal. I have no doubts about him.”

“Then why did I catch him snooping around in here the other day?”

Tom looks a little startled by this, but he maintains his firm stance. “Maybe he was just doing surveillance?” “Whatever.” You kick at the ground, frustrated. You don’t like the energy rippling between you, so you release a deep sigh and turn around. “I’m going to take Tess out. See you later, Tom.”

Your boyfriend graces you with a frustrated groan. “Fine. See you at lunch.”

You love Tom. You really, truly do. But he’s possibly the most stubborn man you’ve ever met, and his field of work means he trusts his own instincts and judgements above all else. It doesn’t matter that you have valid concerns: if Tom has decided his men are loyal, then his men are loyal, and that’s that. And you understand why he functions like that - because if he was constantly questioning the loyalty of his men, he’d go crazy - but it doesn’t mean you appreciate having your concerns brushed aside.

You spend all day milling around the mansion, trying your best to calm down and placate yourself. You almost talk yourself out of your concerns, until you walk into the living room, hear the low metallic clink of a gun being cocked, and feel the cold metal of a gun's barrel press against your temple.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, pet.” It's Rob, with that disgusting sly smirk on his face. He seems entirely too smug as he continues, “You’re going to give me the combination to the main safe, and then I’ll let you go. If you scream, I won’t hesitate to put this bullet through your skull. You understand?”

You exhale a deep, shaky breath. Of fucking course.

“Rob, you do realise Tom’s going to put you in the ground for this, yeah?” You respond. You wince as the large man presses the gun further into your head.

“The combination,” he repeats, gritting his teeth.

You let your tongue wander across your lower lip as you ponder your predicament. “I don’t know the combination,” you lie. Your eyes wander around the living room, settling over each of the obscured panic buttons. You know Rob is probably aware of some of them, but you doubt he knows where all of them are; Tom had had more installed across the mansion when you’d moved in, just in case a scenario like this ever came about.

“Bullshit.” Rob moves closer, and he grabs your arm, squeezing your flesh tightly in his grotty hand. You wince at the pain but stay still as he presses the gun further into your temple. “You know it, Y/N. I know you do. What’s it going to take for me to get it out of you?”

And shit, you really don’t like the way he’s looking at you, so you decide to break out one of your favourite tricks.

“Uh oh, Rob, I think I’m going to pass out,” you feign. You do your best to strap a woozy, distant expression to your face and you stagger to the side, managing to slip out from both Rob’s grip and the gun.

“Hey, come back!” He exclaims, lunging after you, but you’re faster. You make it over to the coffee table and manage to press the very large, red panic button in the centre of the table. “Oh, you fucking bitch-”

It’s a very discreet button. No alarms ring out, but you know it’ll be a matter of seconds before you’re joined by one of the guards. Unfortunately for you, Rob is glaring at you in a fit of anger, and he flicks off the safety of the gun and shoots at you.

“Shit,” you exclaim, darting to the side. You aim for the sofa, deciding that ducking down behind it is probably your best bet, but you find yourself crying out as a bullet lightly grazes your arm. You crash onto the floor and wince, your arm throbbing as a fresh trail of blood drips out over your skin. You swear him out some more as you settle behind the sofa, your heart hammering at about a thousand beats a minute.

Just as Rob’s about to turn the corner and gain a clear shot at you, the door to the living room bursts open and you see a few of Tom’s guards take him down. There’s another crack of the gun, a loud groan, and you watch as Rob collapses onto the floor, bleeding from his forehead.

“Oh, fuck, darling, what happened? Are you okay?” Tom’s immediately by your side, his eyes wide and his face pale. He crouches beside you, his warm hands padding over your arms as he inspects your bullet wound. “That fucker-”

“I told you so,” you manage, drawing a very tight laugh from Tom. You wince as Tom grabs a blanket from the sofa and uses it to apply pressure to your arm. “Told you he was dirty.”

“Yeah.” Tom cranes his neck back and calls out for one of his men to bring the doctor, then he returns his attention to you. With his clean hand, he cups your cheek and brings you in for a very desperate, needy kiss. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you, darling.”

You give him a soft smile. “You should’ve, yeah,” you agree. “It’s okay though. You’re here now. And I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere any time soon.” Your eyes drift out over to the corpse, and a shiver rolls down your spine as you see the pool of rippling blood spread out across the floor.

“I’m not leaving your side for the rest of the day,” Tom promises intensely. His thumb pads over your cheek and he looks at you strongly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And Tom really takes that promise to heart. He spends the rest of the day by your side, doting on you, laying lavish praise upon you. He holds your hand as you get a few stitches, and then he feeds you ice cream, and then he pours you an incredibly large, bubbly bath, and he plays with the ends of your hair as you relax together in the water.

By the time it’s reached 9pm, he’s laying you down on the mattress and pressing desperate, needy kisses all up and down your neck, nuzzling his face into your shoulder as he goes. His hands cling to yours, and your eyelids flutter shut as he kisses your neck, over and over, spreading warm pecks all across your skin.

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, before leaving a soft kiss to your lobe. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You shiver, the husky tone of his voice making the heat in your stomach twitch to life. You reach down and slip your hands beneath his shirt, and use your grip to lever him nearer. Tom kisses you hungrily, and you enjoy feeling his back muscles tense as you prise open his lips with your tongue.

“What do you want?” Tom mumbles, his hands curving all over your face. He holds your cheeks in his palms, thumbs skimming over your cheekbones, fingertips dipping into your hair as his tongue lazily licks into your mouth.

“You,” you respond. You break away from his lips to pant for air, and your hand tugs his shirt. “I need you, Tom, please.” Your body aches for him. With all the caresses and the coddling and the love he’s been showing you, it’s like it’s strung up all of your affection, and now your body craves a deeper connection. You can feel the wet patch spreading from your centre as one of his hands travels down between your legs, slipping beneath the band of your leggings and digging under your panties.

A high whine slips through your lips as you feel him slip two digits into your heat, your wet walls fluttering around his touch.

“Always such a wet pussy for me, isn’t it?” He murmurs. Tom’s fingers continue to stroke through your hair, his lips nudging against yours as he kisses you, his mouth swallowing your moans as he slowly opens you up. You buck down against his touch, grabbing at his back as his fingertips nestle deep within you.

“I love you,” you say, your mind slipping away. Your face feels hot as you listen to the sounds of your arousal, and as Tom fucks his fingers into you faster, you realise you can’t go another minute without him. “Fuck me, Tom. I need you.”

Tom gives you a firm nod, and he shifts his fingers from inside you. There’s a brief intermission as you both shed your clothes and he finds a condom, but then he’s laying you back in the centre of the bed and he’s caging you in with an arm either side of your head. He kisses you again, and his lips stay attached to yours as he slowly works himself inside you, cock slipping into your wet heat easily. You’re snug around him, and you throw your head back as you marvel at the perfect fit.

“I love this cunt,” Tom mutters against your hairline. He shifts his position so he’s cradling you, one arm wrapped around your back, the other resting beside your head. “It’s my cunt, isn’t it?”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you grip to his sweaty back, your thoughts blurry from the pleasure rippling out from between your legs. “Yes, Tommy,” you whimper. “All yours.” You part your thigh and angle your hips further up, and you cry out as he hits against that spongy, intimate spot buried up against your stomach. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, angel.” He rolls his hips against yours, and his lips press over your face. He leaves a trail of love across your cheeks and your forehead, and it feels so intimate it brings tears to your eyes. “Mine.” His fingers draw loose, wobbly patterns across your cheek. “Mine.” His lips are on yours, burning hotly to your mouth. “Mine.” He snaps his hips harder and you cry out. “Gonna rub that clit for me, darling?”

You nod, and your hand fits down between your legs. It’s very tight because Tom’s pulled you so close to him there’s barely a gap, but you manage to wiggle your index finger into your slit. You rub quick circles over your bud and you release a string of inarticulate noises.

It’s so much. Tom’s cock pressing into you again and again, unrelenting; his lips on yours, kissing you firmly, never letting your lips slip away from his; his hand, wrapped around your back, pushing you into him. You feel him everywhere, and it’s a bliss like you’ve never felt before.

“Are you going to cum for me, gorgeous?” He asks, voice deep. You’re clenching around his cock, your breathless moans pulling tighter, higher. “I want to feel you, darling. Let go for me. I’ve got you.” He tightens his grip and his fingers burn into your back, and then his lips are sucking and licking over your neck, and it feels so utterly overwhelming that you find yourself falling apart.

You spasm on the mattress, your thighs twitching as you let him fuck you through it. Tom’s peaking soon after you, and the frenzied heat to his actions propels you further. Your nails dig into his back and he groans loudly at the ache, but you know he loves nothing more than your marks across his skin. A sign of your presence, of your love. That’s why you enjoy his strong bites and kisses along your neck so much.

“Fucking beautiful,” Tom mutters, finally stilling his actions. His cock stays buried inside you as he sits up on his biceps, his lips finding yours in a warmer kiss. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

The desperate edge to his voice makes you melt, and you find yourself nodding as you bring your hands up. You sweep his sweaty curls away from his forehead and admire his face: flushed, a little sweaty, but full of breathtaking adoration.

“I love you too, Tom,” you reply. You lean up and peck his nose and his low chuckle makes you grin. “You gonna learn to start listening to me, from now on?”

He hums in immediate agreement. “Absolutely. I trust you completely, love. I’m sorry I didn’t listen earlier.”

You just shrug, a large smile hanging from your lips. “Well, you’ve made it up to me now.”

Tom kisses your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Good.” He pulls away to wink at you. “If you want me to make it up to you some more, just let me know.”

You bark out a laugh and nod affirmatively.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I definitely will.”

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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“Call in Sick Tomorrow.”

Reservoir Dogs One Shot

Summary: During his final moments, Freddy recalls the events from the robbery and the night before, where you find out who he really is, and because of your job as the retail jeweler at the same store the criminals plan the heist at, you showed up at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Pairing: Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke x Reader

Tags: swearing, angst + violence, guns/shooting, robbery + blood

Non Requested

Word Count: 2,289

Author’s Note: not me simping for a young tim roth lmfaksmwksksksk ugh</3 hope y’all like it - leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

THE cop who was covered in his own pool of blood from his gunshot wound, was now practically sticking to the dusty warehouse ramp. He laid there for a good fifteen minutes, maybe more or less, who was there to count? His company wasn’t making things better, either. “Listen to me, Marvin... listen to me, Marvin Nash, I’m a cop.”

“Yeah, I know.” The other bloodied cop, Marvin Nash, was tied up and had his ear cut off by Mr. Blonde, all he could do was bicker and moan in pain and rage.

“You do?” The first cop asks.

“Yeah, your name’s Freddy something.”

“Newandyke,” he said. “Freddy Newandyke.”

“Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.”

Freddy shakes his head. His wound definitely didn’t cause him memory loss. He was just too clueless to acknowledge colleagues, that was something he was aware of and he needed to work on it. “Shit, I don't remember that at all.”

“I do.” Marvin Nash coughs a bit of blood. “Freddy. How do I look?”

Freddy winces out a chuckle. “What? I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.” How do you look? If I told you, I’d be lucky you’re tied up.

“That fuck. That sick fuck! That fuckin' bastard!”

“Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting to move a block away.”

“What the fuck are they waiting for? This fuckin' guy, he slashes my face… and cuts my fuckin' ear off! I'm fuckin' deformed!” Marvin cries out.

Freddy clenches his jaw. How the fuck do you think I feel over here, asshole? “FUCK YOU! Fuck you, my love of my fucking life is gone! I’m fuckin’ dyin’ here! Y/N is gone and I’m fuckin’ dyin’!”

Marvin Nash, a bloodied cop who was now “fucking deformed”, really had no idea how bad the fellow cop’s current state was. Both of them were in pain, but one of them was gonna die first.

Freddy calms down a bit to explain the upcoming events he hopes to happen anytime soon. He was bleeding pretty bad, and it hurt like hell. “They're not to make a move 'til Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent in to get him. Alright? You heard 'em. They said he's on his way.” Marvin lets out a soft breath. Relief was touching a bit of his soul, now all is left is to wait it out, and listen to the sounds of rattling bullets and yells from cops out of one ear.

“Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin,” Freddy says. “We're just gonna sit here and bleed… 'til Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door.”

Marvin whimpers, then takes a long pause. “Freddy?”

Freddy looks up at Marvin Nash once more, lying on his arm for support, his body feeling like a throbbing stubbed toe. “Freddy?” Marvin talks about the giant elephant in the room. “What even fucking happened?”

THE last thing Freddy needed was to end up falling for you while he’s undercover. While he’s good at hiding his true identity from the recruits, he was also good at hiding it from you, but it wasn’t what he wanted in the first place.

Freddy would never lie to you, but you don’t know that your boyfriend is actually a cop and not a cool bad boy that took care of weed for customers. It pained Freddy to lie to you about who he was. He never even told you that his name was Freddy, only to refer to him as his alias, Mr. Orange, but you paid no mind to it. You loved the mysterious thrill he had, even if that meant calling him a color most commonly known in a fruit.

To this day, he still wonders why you would want to date someone with such a dangerous persona. You made a living working at the same store the recruits were planning the heist at - Karina’s Wholesale Diamonds, and you were allowed to wear the jewelry that was sold and refined there. You never came to think Mr. Orange was ever gonna steal from you, holding you at gunpoint? Rob your store while his face is covered then he kisses you goodnight hours after?

And so, Freddy’s confession and his first and last fight with you happened the night before the heist. A stressful twelve hours, and it all started with you throwing his police badge on the coffee table, right on top of his Marvel catalog.

“You’ve been staring at that thing for a whole minute now,” you said, standing stiff as a statue, towering over him on the couch.

Mr. Orange scrunches his nose. “It was from a cop back in Torrance. The fucker most likely lost his job for carelessly leaving it on a bench.”

“You’ve visited Torrance?”

He nodded. “Y/N, I kept that badge in one of my stashes. You and I agreed to not go through each other’s shit like that - y’know, outta respect?”

“I know that, but you asked me to get your TV guide from one of the drawers. You said you keep it next to your stash, I may not have found pot but I definitely found that.” You nod at the badge.

Orange shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, babes, but that ain’t mine. Also I ran outta weed, that’s why I haven’t been making any sales lately.”

“You must suck at reeling customers in,” you took out your other hand hidden behind your back, now throwing four poorly folded sheets of paper stapled together right next to the badge. “Otherwise why the hell would you have this; an annotated script about you delivering weed to people, the same words you told me about how you walked into the men’s room with a big bag of weed in front of a couple of cops and a dog?”

Orange was silent. You knew he was lying. Silence was as painful as spewing out another lie. Not once has there ever been a close call, but now he was trapped with no words to come out his mouth. Even if he did have something to say, each lie he told you felt like he was throwing daggers at your heart. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Orange, is there something you’re not telling me?” Orange merely frowned and got up from the couch, eyeing you up and down. He looked tired from whatever he did the whole day and resting on the couch while watching a movie on the TV was well needed. That, but he was tired of sleeping next to you while a police badge was taunting him in one of the drawers.

“I don’t sell weed, y/n. And the police badge wasn’t from Torrance.”

“So all of that... you smuggling weed in a bowling bag?” you scoff, feeling your blood boil. “You just made that up?”

“Y/n- baby” he starts.

“What the hell? Why would you make that up?” you ask.

“It’s what I had to do,” Orange says.

You scoff. “Right. That was your way of making friends or to get free drinks, or even getting me to sleep with you?”

“It’s not like that, it was never like that.”

“This is so fucked up!” Hearing you say that made Freddy’s heart fall into a thousand pieces. “Tell me the truth, Orange, if that’s even your fucking name. Who gives birth, looks at their child and goes, ‘Your name is Orange’? As if your kid won’t ever get bullied from that.”

“That’s because that isn’t my fucking name. It’s an alias.”

You shook your head. “Okay, then. Who the fuck are you?”

He clenched his eyes shut, and opened them, wishing you disappeared out of his sight. “Look at my badge.”

You slowly hunched over the table, picking up the badge. You raised a brow at him.

“I want you to hold it while I tell you. My real name is Freddy Newandyke. I’m working undercover for a diamond heist formed by Joe Cabot... the group of criminals he hired are gonna rob your store, stuff a briefcase full of diamonds worth a college tuition, and they’re gonna break it apart, pawn it, whatever fulfills their need.”

“You’re a cop,” you say, confirming what he said was true. Otherwise, that could have been another lie.

He nodded. “I work for the LAPD.”

“What else?”

A pause, then he traces his finger on your hand before curling it with his. “I love you.” His face softens. “My name’s Freddy Newandyke. I’m a cop. The gang I’m undercover for is gonna rob your store tomorrow, and I love you.”

You slowly nodded, looking down at the badge in your other hand. There were no signs of a lie in his tone of voice. His name seems legit, and of course, you loved him, too. “Why didn’t you tell me... Freddy?”

“Because you go after guys that would do the things I told in my story, fellas who you fantasize of having a fucking Bonnie and Clyde ride or die bullshit with, and not me - a cop who geeks out over Marvel.”

“You’re saying my work is being targeted for a heist?” you said. “And you’re part of it?”

Freddy nodded. “You think I’m ever gonna rob you, lie to your face like that? Then walk out of your life, take off just like that - and never see you again?”

“You’ve been lying to me.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you, and whether I told you about who I was or not, I don’t want you involved. Crime gets you in trouble, being undercover puts you in danger,” Freddy kisses your forehead. “You can get caught stealing and smuggling drugs, you can get caught slipping out of character if you’re not careful. You can’t win.”

You tried walking around the couch to disperse into the kitchen, but Freddy stopped in front of you. “I wasn’t born yesterday, asshole. I know what an undercover cop is, if your cover gets blown, you’re fucked.” You crossed your arms. “So what else is gonna happen?”

“We planned this; cops are gonna show up on time, as long as a gun doesn’t go off, we’ll be okay, and the men will be in cuffs as well as Joe Cabot. But listen to me, I don’t want you to show up to work tomorrow, I don’t want you there, I don’t want to have a man in a suit point a gun at your face, and I definitely don’t want you to be a hero,” Freddy says, cupping both your cheeks. “That’s my job.”

“I’m freakin’ pissed at you, but I’m not gonna stay home.” You took his hands off your face.

“I’d rather let myself get caught by a bunch of criminals than have your life threatened by criminals.”

“You’re willing to do that?”

“Anything for you.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Getting hurt is part of the job. Y/n, you can’t be a hero. Not like that.”

“Freddy-”

“Y/n, please.” Freddy begs, his face tightening. “If you can’t forgive me; if you can’t trust me anymore, then you can hate me all you want. But for fuck’s sake, at least call in sick tomorrow.”

Yet, you were so stubborn, that was something you needed to work on. Freddy knew it, too. You didn’t listen. The day came, and you showed up, anyway, not wanting to live knowing the guy you loved no matter who he claimed he was. He was in charge of standing at the door, not allowing anyone access inside or out. But upon seeing you behind the counter through the glass window, you saw Freddy’s face drop. “No…”

The deafening sound of the alarm goes off by one of the retailers, forcing Mr. Blonde to shoot everyone he saw, including you.

Freddy cried out this time, “No!”

People inside- the employees and customers, all screamed together. Freddy slammed his hands against the display windows, watching you as you fall back onto the floor, bleeding out from your shoulder. Mr. Blonde nearly shot everyone in the room, even almost hitting Mr. White in the process. He spotted your foot sticking out, and you attempted to crawl away, but he pointed his gun at you again.

Just as planned, the police break in, prompting him to run away. You collapsed in your pool of blood, realizing how this was straight out of a crime movie scene, and the pain of your wound was inexplicable. How could you feel it with every inch in your body and still manage to move ever so slightly?

You looked back, realizing you were all alone, the only one left alive. Freddy didn’t do what a hero would have done, and escaped with the men, holding back his tears with his dear life behind the dark shades of his sunglasses, fighting to stay in character.

He had to assume the more logical conclusion; you were treated at the hospital, or you bleed to death back at that jewelry wholesale, and you died hating him.

Whether you knew him as a criminal or an undercover cop, you were going to show up, anyway, because you want to protect him, like any kind of Bonnie and Clyde you’d expect from movies. Except Bonnie and Clyde were both shot to death. In this world, Clyde escapes - Bonnie was left to bleed out.

FREDDY stared up at Marvin Nash. Does Freddy regret accepting the undercover mission? A brave young man like him took such a dangerous job, but he knew he was better off without it. The last thing he said to you swarmed his mind like bees; “Call in sick tomorrow.”

THE END

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rainbow-spiral · 4 years

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Blame it on the ‘Tist

Vanessa sang, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, don’t say it ‘cause I know I’m cute,” and then stopped herself abruptly. Assessed for a moment, and then put her sponge down and left the bathroom.

“Joel?”

“Yes, love?” He was sitting on the couch, Playstation controller in hand. “Go ahead, I’ve got us muted.”

“Just to be clear, you made it so that I would get more aroused every time I sang or hummed ‘Blame it on my Juice,’ right?”

“Mmmaybe,” Joel said.

“And then you earwormed me.”

“Well, that’s the bit that makes it fun.” He turned his attention back to the TV. “I’m not going to be ready for you until you finish cleaning the bathroom,” he added. “And even after that, it depends on whether I’m in the middle of something.”

“I could suck your cock.”

“Tempting, but I’m on multiplayer. I’ve got it muted right now, but I could need voice chat any time.”

“I can be quiet while I suck your cock.”

“Mm. I don’t think you can. I think the moment you get your mouth on it, you’ll start moaning like a slut with four fingers in her. Hang on a moment—“ He pressed the button. “Could use a heal, here.” Another button. “Muted again. Anyhow, I’m pretty sure you can’t stay quiet with my cock in your mouth, and besides, having my cock in your mouth would stop you from singing or humming. I want to find out how crazy you get.”

“I’m pretty crazy already,” Vanessa said.

“Come over here, let me see.”

Vanessa walked over. Joel twitched her apron aside, sunk two fingers into her pussy—Vanessa inhaled deeply—and said, “You’re right. You’re ready to be fucked any time.” He reached over with one hand, pulled something out of her apron pocket, and pressed a button.

Vanessa inhaled again, harder, as her bullet vibe came to life inside her. “What I can’t work out,” she said, a little bit unsteadily.

“Hang on. I could really use a heal here, guys—okay, go on.”

“What I can’t figure out is whether that was in me all along, or whether I just put it in.” He wouldn’t have put it in, not with the complex button presses he was executing.

“You could sniff your fingers and find out. Might find yourself doing some very distracting things at the scent of yourself, though. And you’ve still got a bathroom to—oh, that’s great. That’s just great. Half of us are down because the healer was, apparently, sucking himself off or left to mow the lawn.” Joel looked up. “A few more rounds of this and I’m out. So it’s really up to you whether I have to start another game—leaving you for heaven knows how long—or whether you’re done with cleaning and I stick your tits to the wall and take you. Choose wisely.”

Vanessa fled to the bathroom.

“Ain’t my fault that I’m out here getting loose, you can blame it on the goose, you can blame it on my—“

“Oh, and I should probably have mentioned,” Joel called after her.

“What?”

“The more turned on you are, the more likely you are to start singing your earworm. Happy scrubbing.”

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goodgirlsfanficawards · 3 years

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Happy Friday! This week your weekend reading includes these five one-shots from October. Make sure you give them a read or a reread and show them some love!

Bad Guy by gangfriend / @00gangfriend00

18 Oct 2020, M, 1.5K, 1/1

He returned again and again to the simple and straight-forward world inside the colorful pages of his comic books. With his life far from black and white, there was comfort in the heavy handed dichotomy of good and evil.

But heroes weren't real.

He grew taller and cops started stopping him. Citing bullshit policy, they’d push and prod at him with smug entitlement.

He grew older and his brother started bringing home wads of cash. He’d watch as the money was passed to his mother, an eagle rippling on his brother’s bicep.

That cash turned into a hot dinner, it got rid of the motel supervisor that would leer at his mom. Eventually, his brother’s cash afforded them an escape, an apartment with a lock on the door and windows that closed all the way.

As a young teenager, comics became comforting in a different sorta way. Less and less did Spiderman catching the bad guys bring him that old surge of satisfaction. But Thanos, Killmonger? They had something to say. They excited him. They made sense to him. Right and wrong didn’t fit so neatly in his mind anymore. It was refreshing when characters embodied the complicated chaos that was coursing through his life.

Cute without an E by Niham87 / @niham87-deactivated20210221

04 Oct 2020, E, 4.7K, 1/1

He maintains a closeted shrine for her here. They were gewgaws at first. Turned into mementos after he’d fuck her, hot and nasty in that seedy bathroom. It’s the dirty little obsession we’d tucked away after three bullets.

He loops the newest, a red rubber band, around the waxed bottleneck of the last - the bourbon. Puts his mouth where hers was, takes a sip. Relishes, brushing through the glass body where her hands touched, the pearls that her neck graced, the blue panties that had clad her cunt and still embodied her ghost.

When you looked at the bigger picture it wasn’t the bullets that were dissonant.

She’d intrigued him, he’d wanted rub off on her, too tunnel-visioned with her sweet pussy to grasp the concept that he hadn’t created the monster. It had always been there.

The fact that his blood still runs a bit too hot for her complicated things. But if he knows something by now is that the past is a living thing. You can’t shake it. You have to own it. And she owed him.

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) by gild_fire / @gild-and-fire

11 Oct 2020, NR, 4.1K, 1/1

Pushing his phone back up to his ear and training his eyes on Beth, Rio finally moves aside and lets her in. As she shuts the door behind her, his eyes linger a moment longer before she hears his monosyllabic answers fade away and he pivots to the kitchen to finish up the call.

Beth stays by the door for a moment, not quite sure if she’ll be walking on steady ground if she ventures any further. Eying a table by the entryway, she notes a bowl with a pair of keys and a lighter. She tries to remind herself that, unlike when she broke in, Rio had given her the address and invited her into his home. And yet, Beth doesn’t feel secure in that knowledge.

She prefers to meet at neutral places, places where he didn’t have home-court advantage. Places where her heart didn’t flutter without her permission and her eyes couldn’t explore without restraint. But she’s here now, curious as ever and absorbing any details she can. Glancing around a tasteful living room, Beth spots a kitchen on her left.

The walls are dotted with small, muted pieces of art. The sofas are few and far between. The kitchen is highlighted by warm recessed lights. And then there’s Rio—at the center of it all—looking right at home, and slowly, there’s that feeling she wishes she could forget.

everything you love will burn up in the light by tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks

31 Oct 2020, T, 1.7K, 1/1

“You know what, sweetheart,” he replies, voice that deceptive sweet tone that isn’t sweet at all.

For a moment, panic hits her. And then she realises he’s probably just trying to gauge if she’s suspicious — maybe she shouldn’t have given him so much shit for the terrible excuses. The last thing she should do is show him that she panicked. She laughs it off instead, finally opening her eyes only to roll them at him. “Seriously, what’d you eat?”

He smiles at her. His smile is sharp in a way that it’s never been before, not when directed at her. It’s more a bearing of teeth than a smile, really.

“One of those bags of O- I keep on the bottom drawer of the fridge.”

A breath stutters out of her, too loud in the space between them.

“How long have you known?”

His smile is wider now, but no less sharp. “How long have you?”

Nine-Tenths by riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

23 Oct 2020, E, 6K, 1/1

But the fast movement draws her eyes to his hands, to the way the late afternoon sun is glinting off the ring on his pinkie finger. To the leather and string bracelets on his wrist.

To the purple hairband in between them. Her purple hairband.

She narrows her eyes and she’s sure. Doesn’t know how she missed it earlier. The vibrant purple stark against his skin in the light.

He said he hadn’t found it though? Why hadn’t he just given it back to her?

He strolls back in to the kitchen a few moments later and Beth busies herself with mixing her herbs.

She peeks at him as he picks his water bottle back up and drinks, peeks at the band around his wrist, tucked between the ones she’s always known him to have, wearing it like it’s just another one of his bracelets.

And it’s strange, how she finds she likes seeing him wear this small something of hers. She thinks about his face whenever she throws on one of his hoodies and nothing else, the possessive sound in the back of his throat.

Is this a tiny shadow of that? Because the sight of her hairband wrapped around his wrist, the purple elastic against his pulse point, a piece of her he must’ve kept with him all day, has her biting down on her lip.

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kchuarts · 4 years

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: God damn you’d think my fingers are smoking from how much I type and think through the day. The ending will shock you as a familiar face makes a return

Summary: Baby steps are key

Warnings: I’M EDGING THE FUCK OUT OF YOU GUYS BUT I AM ALSO TORMENTING MYSELF. FUCK.

Taglist: @lucywrites02, @shiningloki *(let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)*

Chapter 7: Saffron

Slowly, Jonathan held his hands up and closed his eyes. He suspected a bad reaction, but not to this extent. “If you want to shoot me, go ahead.” He spoke quietly, his eyes still shut and heart racing.

Katie cocked the gun, her hands trembling. Her eyes shut tightly as she pulled the trigger, but nothing came of her action. “God Damn it!!” She cried, frantically trying to disassemble the gun in morbid hopes of finding a single bullet. Her thoughts eventually caught up to her and she threw the gun to the side, letting out a sob with her body piling into a heap on the forest floor. The brunette knew from the start that she would never be able to outright kill someone point blank, let alone have it be Pine. “Why!? Why did you come for me!?” She shrieked, getting up with some difficulty and promptly punching Jonathan across the face. “You fucking asshole!! You’re so fucking stupid, Pine!!” She punched him again, seeing that he took each of her hits. “Why won’t you say anything!?” She whimpered loudly, falling to her knees and hitting her fists against his chest while continuing her meltdown. Katie’s limbs ache badly from the abuse from last night and the cut on her chest burned as it hadn’t completely scabbed over yet.

Jonathan caught her fists and held them in his hands, looking at her with sadness. “I was wrong. I should have never told you to leave or said the things I did. Your kidnapping was my fault and I will forever regret my actions.” He felt her rip her hands away from him. Katie’s rage was in the right and Pine would take every last bit of her wrath if it eased the tensions.

“Then why!? Why the FUCK did you even do it in the first place!? How the fuck do I not know you’re lying to me right now!? Is it because Angela said something about me being gone that put your paycheck on the line!? Was it!? I know you don’t give a damn about me so that is probably why you came to get me!!” Her lower lip quivered and she stood up. This was too much for her in the short time span of everything that had occurred. Katie began to limp away as fast as she could, noticing that there was a sharp pain in the side of her hip. She heard Jonathan call after her, but she did not stop. She wanted nothing to do with him. A strong pressure around her arm made her scream loudly as she was yanked back to Pine, squirming. “LET ME GO!! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! LET! ME! GO!” Her knee was abruptly stopped before she could get between Pine’s legs.

Pine exhaled loudly through his nose as he struggled with getting the American woman to calm down. “Stop it!! You are truly acting like a child!! Katie, stop!!” He forced the both of them onto the ground, pinning her beneath his body. The agent was really taking some chances with her underneath him like this as she could be triggered into an episode by this alone. “Katie please. I didn’t do it for my paycheck and Angela doesn’t even fucking know! I did this because I am terrified to the core of losing you! I said what I said because I care about you a lot more than you think I do. The way I care about you is very much different from how I cared about your brother, if that is anything to go by.” He began to cry, turning his face away so she wouldn’t see his tears. His chest heaved with sobs and forced him to get off of her, crying into his jacket sleeve.

The words that Katie had just heard seeped in over the action that he performed to get her to listen. Slowly, she sat up and bit her already bloodied lip hard. She wanted so desperately to believe his words but because of how badly he had hurt her, it would take a long time for him to earn her trust back. “I don’t believe you.” She whispered, casting her gaze aside and wrapping her arms around herself. “I can’t. You hurt me, Pine… I trusted you up until we left Russia. I-I wanted to be different and you helped me be just that. You helped me realize that not all men are pigs and I-I even liked you. I thought that maybe we could…” She stopped herself and shook her head. They could be more than friends? Absolutely not. With the type of lives that they led, it would be impossible to be something more than just companions that were close. Maybe Pine did have some sense in his words when he told her she lived in a fantasy. She did expect some sort of fictional romance to blossom from this like in the movies or books… “Nevermind, forget I said anything. Let’s just go back and let Angela know I’m ok. Then I’ll go back to packing my stuff and go back to Michigan.”

Jonathan’s head snapped up at her words and his sobbing ceased immediately. “You can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t? I can and I will. There’s nothing more for me here.” Katie rose to her feet and huffed, beginning to limp away. What she heard next however, made her freeze.

“We got out of there alive because I-I agreed to helping Poppy get back on track with their drug dealing until next month!!” Pine blurted out, rising to his feet and looking at the girl with honesty. “I understand your frustrations with me, but when I say I would go to great lengths to keep you from getting hurt or worse… I would.” He licked his dry lips and sniffled. Jonathan took a step closer to her, leaves crunching under his feet as he did so. “I am not asking for you to forgive me, I am asking you to trust my word and that in no way did I ever mean what I said back in Russia.”

Turning around, Katie’s green eyes were wide with a mix of astonishment and horror. She blinked a few times before finally taking a breath in that she hadn’t realized she held for a bit. Swallowing her pride, she thought about his words for a moment and looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes that continued to captivate her. “I don’t think I can do either of the two, Jonathan.” her voice came out soft and her tongue felt heavy saying his first name. “But you dragged yourself into this shit and managed to tag me along. I’m not about to say no to something that will affect us all and potentially cause more violence.” She sighed, her breath visible from the cool evening air. A tiny and sad smile touched her lips as she looked at Pine, parting her lips again to say something but losing her train of thought. “Thank you for rescuing me.” was all she could say before turning back around and limping on.

It was then that Pine heard a high pitched squeal come from Katie as she grabbed onto her hip and fell to the ground. He quickly rushed over to her and helped her stand, eyes scanning her form with worry.

“I’m fine. Please, Pine don’t try to suck up to me and think that everything will be ok tomorrow.” Katie pushed away from him and carried onward, limping. Her hip burned badly and she so desperately wished her stubborn ass would welcome the help. It was only a few weeks of underground duty and then she would be on the first flight back to the USA. The sooner she left England, the better. Her heart couldn’t take much more with her strong feelings she still harbored for Jonathan.

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Just as Natalie had promised, two henchmen awaited the pair's return with written instructions of what was to be expected over the following weeks. It had taken them around 3 hours to get back, but Pine had managed to snag a cab while they had walked along the lonely road. The instructions had read where to go, who to deal with, which areas were off limits, when the police were out and about, times, dates, how much of each sale, etc… Jonathan sighed heavily as he sat on his bed, running a hand through his freshly showered hair. He did give thought to letting Angela know that Katie was ok, but Natalie had said she has eyes all over London. Pine wasn’t about to risk having his phone call being recorded and have Katie killed over false pretenses. Speaking of, he wondered how in the hell she was fairing with her ruined apartment. He would most definitely offer her to stay with him, but knew better than that. What she had said today was right, nothing would be ok or back to normal the next day. He could feel the hurt in her voice when she told him so. Pine fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling and letting his mind drift elsewhere. He’d rather not think of what was expected of him in the coming weeks as it reminded him of all the horrible things that Roper had him do. Instead, his mind chose to wander back to Katie which was also a terrible choice as he felt his chest grow warm.

Pine closed his eyes, trying like hell to dismiss the growing dirty thoughts of the young woman. It felt sort of wrong in a way with how old he was as he was approaching 40 in less than two years. Meanwhile, Katie had yet to even reach 30 as she was still so young and vulnerable. She had not truly experienced life as he had and it definitely showed. But oh, the way she practically stripped naked for him only a few days ago had awakened something inside of the dark blonde. He longed to touch her bare skin again as she was so smooth, soft. A hand slid down the length of his torso as it crept underneath the band of his sweatpants. Pine stopped and swallowed hard, trying to fight the urge to touch himself to the thought of her. “I can’t.” He pulled his hand out from his pants and growled softly as his cock had grown semi-hard. Curiosity was a bitch as Jonathan examined his hand, bending his fingers around nothing and imagining just how soft Katie’s full breasts would feel beneath his palm. This same hand had been the one to come close to her pussy, but only rest upon her thigh. Logic and reasoning were losing a game that had never been in their court to begin with as an amorous fog clouded Jonathan’s mind. His hand slid back down into his sweatpants and he bit his lower lip as he was now fully erect. “Shit.” He groaned and slid his pants past his hips and took a hold of his cock, stroking it slowly at first. As he touched himself, his mind went back to Katie and the sounds she made from that day. Her panting, soft moans and needy movements that simply implored Pine to continue further and possibly claim her. “Katie- Oh shit.” His brows turned upwards as his hand moved faster, the precum that dribbled from the sensitive head of his cock helping with lubrication. His breaths came out in short bursts, imagining that it was the young brunettes hand wrapped around his impressive length. Jonathan could only imagine how mind blowing she would feel with his cock buried deep inside of her pussy and squeezing him. Seeing her grab the sheets as he pounded into her while she cried his name out and that one word that drove Pine over the edge. His thumb swiped over the weeping slit of his cock and a shudder ran through his body from how sensitive he was. “Fuck.” He cursed, twisting his wrist slightly as he continued to bring himself to a finish. Seconds later, his breathing became choppy and hips jerking upward as he fucked himself into his fist. “K-Katie.” His eyes squeezed shut as he came all over his stomach, spurts still squirting from his length while he stroked the rest of it out. After a few moments, Jonathan came to and licked his dry lips, smacking the hand that wasn’t occupied to his forehead. “Fuck it’s like I’m back in school.” He muttered to himself and carefully reached over, grabbing a few tissues from his bed side and wiping off his fluids. Once he was certain he was cleaned off, Pine tucked his now soft member back into the confines of his sweats, pulled the pants back in position and sat up.

Jonathan looked over as he saw his phone buzzing on the bedside table and picked it up. Angela was calling him. “I can’t.” He said to himself and threw the phone aside, not wanting to risk the previous hypothesis from earlier before. He fell back against his mattress, puffing his cheeks and blowing out air. These next few weeks would more than likely break him if not completely destroy him. Even by the end, what would become of him? Would Angela understand his reasoning? There had to be a loophole somehow. There just had to be. Pine would not take no for an answer.

“Holy shit.” Katie winced, examining the blackened bruise on her hip. She had just returned from the doctors after Pine’s incessant pestering and found her hip had almost been fractured. The gash on her collarbone to her shoulder had been patched up as best as it could. Her nose had been realigned, albeit with a nasty crunching noise. Other than that, Katie had been extremely lucky to escape with the minimal injuries she had. Shaking her head, she looked out of the bathroom and grimaced at the absolute mess she had the displeasure of cleaning up. “Nope. Shower first.” she muttered and carefully rid herself of her filthy clothing. Normally, she would have been absolutely mortified to go to the doctor in such a state. However, this time was different and all she wanted to do was get back to her flat and sleep. She hissed as the hot water hit her grimy skin, moving away and pressing herself up against the wall. After a few seconds, she felt more comfortable to get under the spray of water. Grabbing her nail scrubber, she quickly went to work on getting all the dirt and blood caked underneath her nails, grossed out by the residue the brush cleaned out. When she finished with that, she reached for her shampoo next and hummed in content as her fingers massaged the suds into her scalp. It felt so nice to be in her own shower and wash the very eventful day away. She wondered if Pine had also taken a shower-

“Why am I thinking about him?” She asked herself and rolled her eyes, rinsing her hair out before grabbing her loofah and sudsing it up. As she scrubbed it along her body, Katie let out a soft moan as the material scratched against her nipples. For a moment, she stared at her breasts and set the loofah down to grab her mounds. Her mind wandered to thoughts of how Pine’s large hands could easily hold each in his hands. Katie began to grope her chest and pinch experimentally at her now hardened buds. She continued to massage her breasts, the soap providing some slippery motion. Eventually, one of her hands traveled south the more she thought about Jonathan and how erotic he sounded panting in her ear. That part of the trip along with when she danced with him, was something she would soon not forget. “J-Jonathan.” Her voice turned a little husky as she rubbed her clit in circles gently. Katie’s brain became muddled with thoughts of the agent she so vehemently begrudged. She gasped, slipping a finger into her pussy and whimpering at how wet she had become in the short amount of time in the shower. “Mm!” She slipped a second finger inside of herself and began to move her fingers in and out, wondering how Jonathan’s long fingers would feel inside. It had been far too long since she last touched herself as she felt disgusting after what happened with Travis. “Jonathan- please!” She gasped again, moving her hand faster and panting a little harder. Her hips began to buck up a little in search of more friction as her hand was not enough at all. “Jonathan!” She moaned his name over and over, part of her wishing he would hear her wanton cries. Katie wanted that man to destroy her in every way possible, give her bite marks to show everyone who she belonged to and make her his.

The young woman found the idea of never belonging to anyone else but Pine to be something of a dream. She would not mind at all if she could never be with another man but him. Despite the large age gap, it didn’t bother Katie in the slightest and she found it more of a turn on than anything. “A-Ah!! Oh my g-god!! Jonathan!!” She whimpered, hitting a spot inside of her pussy that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. “Daddy!!” She squealed, rubbing her clit and slamming her other hand against the wall for support. “Jonathan!!” She was so close as her fingers rubbed faster but that was shortly stopped as lo and behold, Jonathan Pine himself slid the door open and had a full view of her body.

His cheeks became a dark pink as he couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman before him, her skin shining from the water that ran down her body. Pine’s jaw fell agape and any sexual pent up energy he had came back with full speed. “I-I’m so sorry. I just- I heard you and- wanted to make sure-” He continued to scramble for words, eyes focused on her body. “I’ll just g-go.” He nodded, sheepishly closing the door and swiftly exiting out of her bathroom.

Mortified, Katie stood there frozen and pleasure gone. Two seconds later, she blinked and removed her hand from between her legs and stared at the now closed door. Had she really been that loud? “Pine?” She called out, wondering if he was still there. No reply. “PINE!?”

Jonathan stopped mid walk just after he had decided to leave and forget about why he had originally come down to her floor. Had he just heard her call for him this time? Not deliciously moan his name? Pine took a deep breath, calming himself despite the obvious arousal very much threatening to tent his sweatpants. Turning around, he walked back and entered the bathroom with his nerves lit. “Yeah? Er, you did call me instead of er.. You called?” His voice cracked slightly.

“Yes. I did.” Katie leaned against the shower door and her eyebrows knit together. Why did she call him back over? Was it because of the fact she had been masturbating to the thought of him and that she wanted to make that scenario happen? She pressed her thighs together, arousal returning. If it weren’t for her lack of a sex life and hormone induced brain, this would have never happened. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” She ate her words almost immediately as she heard his foot shift and his breath stifle for a moment. They had literally just been over this today! Katie knew that she was digging a deeper hole and couldn’t find the means to stop. “I-I mean, I’m having trouble reaching my back and the doctor told me that I shouldn’t use my left arm.. Too much… yeah.” She partially lied. No turning back now. She made this bed now she had to lay in it.

Thinking back on earlier, Pine found this incredibly strange and he knew he should turn her offer down, but once again the power of pelvic sorcery won over logic. “Will you be ok with that? I don’t mean to over step boundaries or seem like I am taking advantage of you.” He bit his lip and shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Yes! I mean, yeah I’m ok.” She slapped herself mentally for her resurfacing libido answering for her. For a second, she thought that maybe Jonathan took back his reply as the only thing she heard was the fan and shower running. All thoughts were quickly dismissed as he opened the shower door, looking down at her with his darkened blue eyes. Katie found herself staring into his eyes like many times before, enchanted with his sharp features. She didn’t even try to cover her naked body and felt his gaze drinking every inch of her exposed flesh. The brunette also had a good view of the naked man in front of her. It was like he was carved from fucking stone by the Gods themselves. He was beautiful and just muscular enough for her taste. Katie’s hands flew up to her mouth when her eyes traveled further down but immediately flew back up. She could feel her face grow hot from the view she had gotten. Pine was huge. There was no way all of him could fit inside of her, but Katie was one to try anything once and saw more positive than negative.

“I thought this was just a shower?” His voice had deepened with arousal, taking a step forward and cornering the shorter woman. “Katie, did you really need help washing your back? Or did you call me in here to get my hopes up in the possibility of having sex? I’ll be honest with you right now, despite how you feel about me; when I see you like this-” His hand twitched, itching to feel her, “I don’t want this to be another incident like in Russia.” He cautiously raised his hand up to her face, his thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. “Please, tell me the truth Katie. I had come here with intentions of offering you a place to stay until your room got squared away but now, it seems that I have other intentions. Tell me now so that I am not lost later on or even regret anything that could happen in this moment. I will respect whatever decision you make and it will not impact on how I feel toward you.” His heart thudded loudly, confused by his own words. How much did he really feel toward her? Was it just this moment out of lust?

The girl looked away from him and let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his hand on her skin. What she was doing was completely wrong and she felt horrible by leading him on just because she had been horny. If what he said was indeed true, then what she had made a decision on would be alright. Katie looked back up at Jonathan and felt tears in her eyes, the past events of yesterday catching up with her now. “Hold me.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling her naked body tightly against his own. The feeling of safety rushed through her as soon as Pine’s arms returned her gesture and held her as equally tight. She began to cry softly and rest her soaked head on Pine’s chest, just letting everything out as he held her. This did not mean she forgave him of any sort but it was the first baby step in figuring out what they were truly meant to be.

“Shh..” One of Jonathan’s hands came to rest against her head as he stood there under the hot water, holding her. He was glad that this had been her final choice and was more than happy to provide any sort of comfort to the shaken young woman. “It’s ok, we’re gonna get through this together. I will make certain that we will see this bloody conundrum to the end, then if you really want to forget me and go home… I understand.” He placed a gentle kiss on top of her wet head, his arousal now vanishing in favor of tenderness.

“I don’t wanna go back home.” she sniffled, taking a deep breath and allowing a few more tears to fall. “There’s nothing back for me except a boring life without purpose- Tr-Travis-” She was quickly hushed by the man holding her.

“Don’t think about him, sweetheart. He’s not here and he will never hurt you so long as I am around.” Jonathan pulled away from the embrace to look her in the eyes, making sure that she knew he was being serious.

The words of Jonathan Pine promising that he would never let any sort of harm come to her from that monster caused Katie to cry harder. “C-Can I stay with you tonight? Please? I’m sorry about today, I’m sorry I’m stupid, I’m sorry I’m a rookie and a burden and-” She felt one of Pine’s slender fingers touch her lips.

He shook his head at her and took her arms gently in his large hands, “You are far from stupid, Katelyn O’Connor. You may be a pain in the ass at times, but never would I insult your intelligence. All rookies can be burdens but the best agents start from that.” He reached up, turning the water off and getting out of the shower. “Come on then, don’t want you pruning up.” He smiled softly and extended a towel to the brunette as he dried himself off. Once she had taken the towel from him, Jonathan scooped his clothes up and changed into them before exiting the bathroom to give her a bit of privacy despite having just seen her naked form. He saw how sad she looked coming out with an oversized t-shirt and boxers, going to her ruined bed to resign herself there for the night. “You can come and stay with me for as long as you like. I have a couch that I’ll take on for myself-” He raised his eyebrows as he noticed her shaking her head. Not another word was said between the two as Katie grabbed her necessities quickly, with some help from Pine before making their way to his flat.

“Can you hold me again?” she muttered like a shy child, biting the inside of her cheek as she dropped her pillow onto his bed. Katie knew she was bound to have nightmares and needed Pine to hold her so he could chase them away. Little did she know, she did the same for him.

Jonathan gave her a smile, “Of course. Come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow and we can discuss more in the morning. You can brush your teeth and do your business first, I’m gonna read over the instructions one more time.” He moved out of the way for Katie to take care of her nightly rituals. Pine’s cell phone began to ring again and when he looked over, it was from an unknown number. An ominous feeling passed through the dark blonde as he picked it up and slid his thumb to the right over the screen, “Hello?”

“Brilliant! I was hoping I reached the right person.” The males voice paused as he received no answer from the other person on the line. “What? Don’t you recognize an old friend's voice? Come on Pine! Birch! Whatever you go by at the moment.”

Pine’s knuckles became white and he looked over at the bathroom door before heading out into the hall. “How the fuck did you get my number, Roper?”

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