#almost spit out my coffee when I read this

[write-and-buried]

Wanna Bet?

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Summary; An assistants assistant. that's all you are. so why does he keep looking at you like you're a banquet and he's starving

Word Count; ~6k

Content & Warnings; this is consensual filth. some illicit drug use (weed) oral sex (f!receiving), use of inanimate objects as sex toys, mentions of bisexual king Dieter, offers of money, spit kink, squirting, innocence kink, overstimulation, unprotected PinV sex, messy sex, anal play.

Author Note; I am a whore for this slut. um... happy oscar season I guess??

This work contains explicit adult content and is intended for audiences over the age of eighteen. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older, have read the content and warnings and wish to proceed

Working as the assistant to an assistant was never boring. You followed Sharon around like a hummingbird, handing her things before she could ask for them, getting her coffee, and her client’s coffee and maybe having time for your own espresso. It was all part of the plan, the long plan, assistant, then assistant, then production, then lifelong career in Hollywood.

Days like this were the hardest. Sharon was screaming down the phone at you. Her orders were sharp, peppered with curse words as she directed you to find the number for the most discrete crime scene clean-up crew you could and then get your ass to set.

“I-is there, sorry, has there been a crime?” Your voice was shaky on the phone, balancing a cup tray of Sharon’s triple shot vanilla oat milk latte and the black coffee her client favoured.

“No, it’s just Dieter, trying to put me in an EARLY FUCKING GRAVE” she screamed, clearly directed at someone in the room with her. You heard the chuckle, distant and tinny as the line went dead.

It didn’t take a crime scene crew. You found a 30-minute housekeeping service and paid them double with an authorised cheque, pulling into the lot five minutes after they did. White shiny van spewing cleaning products into the parking space, three women in jumpsuits and a grin.

You stepped over the threshold and immediately could see why. Liquor stained almost every surface. There was whipped cream on the walls, chocolate sauce on the furniture, permanent marker signatures on a white couch. Sharon was in the bedroom, standing at the door to the on-site bathroom, shouting over the sound of a shower.

“They’re coming to film on set today for behind-the-scenes extras you hedonistic douchebag. You couldn’t have waited a day?”

Passing Sharon her coffee you looked around the bedroom, similarly trashed. You could see a tiny wastepaper basket, overflowing with used tissues and condoms, the sheets half pulled off the bed. Your eyes landed on the vibrator still tangled in the sheets and you felt your cheeks turn red as the shower switched off. There was some kind of harness, a dildo that seemed longer than was medically safe and electric yellow, the room smelling of artificial strawberry, the pump bottle of lube on the nightstand.

“But then sweet Sharon, how would I bed one of the reporters”

He emerged in a cloud of steam. His hair was curling around his ears, the ring glinting in the light as he stepped out of the bathroom in boxers and a tattered robe to boop Sharon’s nose with a grin.

“Oh, who… is… this?” His voice dropped an octave as he looked at you, eyes trailing slowly up your body. You felt like you were wearing lingerie, wrapped like a present for him with the way he was looking at you, instead of the ripped jeans and band tee.

“My assistant” Sharon said, delicately stepping in front of you, shooing you away with a hand gesture as she shoved an iPad under Dieter’s nose. You could feel his eyes lingering on you as you left.

He remained in the periphery for the next few months, always looking at you like you were the Craft Services table, something to pick over, consume with fervour. You mostly ignored him, ignored the clutch in your belly when he looked at you like you were a five-course meal, caught in a few jabs before Sharon stepped between you. It felt like she was keeping him away from you, but you were too scared of her rages to ask if she was.

*

You were like a little mouse. Skittering around his life in your ripped jeans and worn band t-shirts. He liked you. Liked the way you flushed when he looked at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes for longer than a half second before your cheeks darkened, your fingers trembled. He loved it.

Sharon warned him off you the minute he saw you, traced that delectable figure in a hungover fog. He received the standard lecture, cowed like a schoolboy as she ranted at him about how you were far too young for him (true), that sleeping with anything not nailed down was bad for his image (also true) and that you would never be interested in him anyway (definitely false)

She should have learned her lesson with Eric. Her last assistant, and that smug little grin when she introduced him, as if the fact that he was male was ever going to stop him. The look on her face when she’d woken him that morning, curled around Eric and still covered in body paint. Eric worked as a writer for another studio now, coming over every few months to smoke weed and play video games, jerk off white Dieter tongued his ass. He was a good man.

You were caught in his teeth. Clogging up brain space with that little giggle he heard from around the corner in his kitchen. Did you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Did you giggle like that when you came? How was he going to find out?

He just needed to wait. To lull Sharon into a false sense of security by not hovering around you like a hummingbird. Shoot you conspiratorial smiles from under his sunglasses as he lowers them on the bridge of his nose. Jerk off in the shower to the way you swing your hips when there is music playing.

*

It’s so late. There’s grit in your eyes and a tension in your shoulders as you make your way to his trailer. Just drop off the script pages and you’re done. You can go home, eat ramen, collapse into bed. It’s been a long week, right at the tail end of Oscar season. You’re proud, but exhausted. Sharon’s starting to murmur about you moving onto your own clients soon, six months in the business and you feel like you’ve finally proven yourself.

You can smell the weed before you knock on the door. How he’s still awake after a twelve hour shoot you don’t know, the idea that he would crash in his trailer rather than take advantage of the driver the studio offered to take him home is a mystery. He shouts for you to enter within a half second.

He’s sprawled out on the couch, an ornamental bong on the IKEA coffee table, a chacuterie board balanced on the edge. That bathrobe must be fused to his skin, you think idly, covered over by the makeup and wardrobe department in the early morning.

“Mr. Bravo? I have the pages for you for tomorrow”

“Dieter” he says, his voice syrupy and thick as he looks at you. You’ve gotten better at hiding your reactions, the quiver in your thighs at his voice. You still can’t meet his eyes, but given the way everyone fawns over him, you’re sure he thinks it’s normal.

“You have an early call time, so I’d suggest getting to bed”

“Sharon’s a bad influence on you little mouse” he says with a laugh, leaning forward to pack another bowl. “Stay a bit, you look exhausted. Want some food? Want a bowl?”

“No thank you”

“Want a redbull?” he grins, nodding towards the fridge. They’re a sponsor of the movie, and you’ve been shamelessly living on them for the last two weeks, clutching to the cans like they’re a lifeline. “Take one, I don’t drink it, they aren’t good for you”

That makes you laugh, a giggle erupting from your chest as you look around the trailer. There are empty liquor bottles, fast food wrappers, something you’re sure is cocaine residue on the counter.

“My body is a temple, baby” he says, joining you in a bark of laughter, relaxing back on the couch. “Check it – they sent me an advance copy”

It’s a nature documentary, HD underwater shots of schools of colourful fish, frolicking dolphins, a soothing narration.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I asked for it. I’m an Oscar Winner, I get what I want”

You can’t suppress the shiver from that, tingles down your spine as you chance a look at him. He’s in underwear and that robe. He’s taken a shower from the day, his hair curling damp around his ears. It reminds you of the first time you saw him, and the first time he looked at you like that.

“Come on, little mouse. Have some food. They always send too much”

You find yourself nodding before you can stop yourself. Good sense robbed by exhaustion you grab a Redbull and perch as far from him as possible, crossing your ankles and grabbing a slice of cheese, some honey, some fruit. It’s ridiculously good, a groan of pleasure traps itself in your chest as you bite a strawberry.

You feel Dieter shift beside you. You can almost feel him looking at you, watching your lips as you lick a stray drop of honey from them. You sit for a while, eating the fruit from the edges of the plate, feeling your senses come back into focus with some caffeine and something in your stomach. He’s quiet, he doesn’t move. But you still feel like you’re in a cage with a tiger.

“Well, thank you Mr. Bravo, I really should be going” You stand, wiping your hands on your jeans as you reach for your bag.

“Wait” he says, sitting slightly more upright, running his hand across his jaw. It reminds you to schedule an appointment with his barber, it’s too scruffy. It looks messy, not deliberate.

“Can I make you cum?”

Its like a bucket of ice water over you, the shock constricting your lungs as you feel your whole body react to his words. It’s crude and startling, the way he says it casually, one arm slung over the back of the couch, his lips speared wide in a grin. You sputter for a second, trying to figure out an answer.

“P-probably not?” you answer, honest if a little too revealing and you purse your lips shut immediately.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“No-one ever has” you admit.

God, why. What did that Red Bull do to your brain, what cords were disconnected with the jolt of caffeine that made you say that without thinking of the consequences. You know the consequences. But you don’t move. You stand there, prey before a predator and wait, watch from the corner of your eye as the grin spreads slowly over his face.

“Bet I could”

It makes you clench. Its cockiness and arrogance and everything you should hate from someone like him. Older than you, with a lecherous grin and eyes that wander past your collarbones. He’s blatant and obvious and there’s no hint of malice in his gaze.

You scoff, trying to play off your reaction as incredulous disbelief. That you’re unaffected. That you require more delicate and gentle handling into a tempting subject. That you require seduction, not some horny rumpled stoner type offering an orgasm like he’s sharing his chips.

“Ten grand?” He says, raising his eyebrows. “Each?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I can’t make you cum, I’ll give you ten grand. Every time I try and fail”

“I’m not going to let you… dig around inside me like you’re exploring a cave Mr. Bravo”

He laughs, its rich and warm and slides down your skin like chocolate. You’re fighting your body now, resisting the urge to walk closer to him. There’s still a coffee table between you, you feel safer with furniture in the way. It seems to calm your itching skin. Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, you have the desire to take them off.

“God, who have you been with? Come on. I’ve been thinking about it for months little mouse. Can I try? Pretty please?” he flashes you an exaggerated look, sweet and sultry and begging. He still hasn’t moved from the couch.

“I don’t want to be paid”

“You can pay me. I’m worth it” That grin again, the one that makes you weak in the knees. “Or whatever you want. Come on, I want it even more now I know I’ll be the first one to get it.”

“I want that” You point, shaking finger towards the statue on his counter. The Oscar is so shiny it sparkles in the dim lighting, a dominating presence in the room. He’s had it a week and won’t let anyone touch it.

“You can have it. Go on, grab it”

It’s cool under your fingers, the smooth contours of it finely crafted up close. His name is engraved on the bottom in cursive print. You remember his speech from a few nights before, short and grateful, showing none of the cocky attitude on display.

“I’m not going to chase you little mouse. If you want it, you’ll have to come here”

Its four steps. Its an eternity. It’s enough space to change your mind, to leave without another word, another question. You know he’d let you. You’ve watched him from the corner of your eye, the way his hands never touch someone unless they nod approval, his frequent check ins before intimacy scenes on set. He shut down a whole production one day because an actress was cold, refused to shoot another second until they got heaters and blankets. He’s respectful, if not entirely without shame. You’ve watched him kiss wardrobe assistants at the door of this trailer, catering crews, models, extras. Everyone leaves with a smile.

“Sheets are fresh” he says quietly, as if reading where your thoughts are about to turn. “Change them everyday myself”

“You clean up after yourself” you say, dreamlike as you move to kneel next to him on the couch, the statue weighing heavy in your hand.

“Well, I like it messy. Come here”

His hand curls like smoke around your jaw, encouraging you closer to him. He smells like spearmint and weed and when he kisses you your head swims. His hand feels big on the back of your neck, rubbing a soothing rhythm down your pulse as he lets you settle into it, the feeling of his plush lips on yours, the gentle moulding of his mouth to yours, the suck of your bottom lip between his teeth.

He shifts, slowly, like a cat stalking its prey, to wrap arms around your back, pull you a little closer, his mouth turning a little more insistent. You find yourself laying back for him, a tangle of limbs as he tucks hair behind your ear, strokes down your jaw with thick fingers until you open your mouth for him, let him taste your tongue. He matches your whimper with a groan.

He licks down your neck with a smile, slowly working his lips over every exposed piece of skin. You’re rolling your hips without thinking, feeling the slip of your underwear as you reach for him, feel the soft warn fabric of that robe cover you both, the warmth of his bare chest.

“Open up” he says quietly, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“W-why?” You ask, your voice cracking.

“Because I’m going to spit in your mouth. And I want to watch you swallow it. Is that okay?”

It’s the asking. It’s something so filthy and debauched phrased so politely, your pulse hammering in your chest as you clench, feeling damp between your legs as he traces the curve below your lip. You could have been fooled, that he was going to be gentle, be sweet and timid with you, treat you like something precious. But his gaze betrays the hunger in his gut as he looks at you, patiently waiting for you to obey.

Your mouth opens. He grins.

Dieter knows he has you when you moan before swallowing. That it’s going to be easy to make you fall apart. You’re already senselessly grinding against his thigh, letting out these little whimpers that are driving him insane. He should have taken something, stocked up on more Viagra before this, because its likely he’s going to blow his load the first time he feels your cunt grip him.

So be it. He’ll just get creative, because the way you’re squirming on his couch is making him fucking crazy, and he’s not willing to stop until you look as messy as he feels. You let him take your shirt of, unbutton your jeans and peel them free, leaving them in a dishevelled heap on the ground. Your cheeks flush when he studies you, those curves that have haunted him now under his hands.

Plain coloured bra, matching underwear. You look put together and perfect underneath him. He traces the curve of your hip with a burning desire to tear you apart. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, shimmering slightly with blown pupils and desire, you look almost nervous, as though that first display of debauchery has unlocked something in you, found a piece you didn’t know was hiding. He wants to unspool that thread.

There’s a wet spot on your underwear, and he can smell the sweet perfume of your arousal as he traces his fingers across the flat of your belly, nosing up your neck to taste your mouth. He wants your lips swollen, kiss bitten and shiny. He wants you covered in him actually, spit, cum, whatever he can, marking his territory like a beast.

“How do you want it little mouse?” He asks, running his finger along the hem of your bra. “Fingers, or mouth?”

God you’re so cute. You can’t meet his eye to answer the question, and he’s going to spend his time with you changing that. He wants to have you asking, no begging, for what you want, a gaping sloppy mess for him. But this hurdle first.

“um. I… I don’t…”

He kisses you to swallow the hesitation, yank the shame out from wherever its hiding and discard it as useless. It doesn’t have a place with him, you can ask him for anything, and he’ll give it to you. The Oscar statue is still held loosely in your grip as proof.

“I’ve been thinking about what you taste like” he says, running his hand up the back of your thigh. “Jerked myself half raw in the shower thinking about licking you open for me.”

Oh, that did something. Your back arches deliciously and he has a brief moment of knowing just how perfect you’re going to look seated on his cock. He feels himself leaking into his boxer shorts, knows he has a wet spot to match yours. But he has to ignore it, his dick is so much less interesting than the way you’re biting your bottom lip for him.

“We’ll start there then” he says with a grin, a quick nip of teeth to your neck.

God, you smell like heaven. All warm and sweet, like fresh blueberry pie, dusted with sugar. He pulls your underwear off, settles himself between your thighs and stares. Glistening wet and spreading open for him, like dew on a flower in the morning, he can’t help the growl that rumbles through his chest as he spreads you open, watches a drop of wetness appear and slide into your skin.

You’re frozen still. You can’t move, can’t breathe, with the way he’s looking at you. Beneath you’re skin you’re crawling, climbing the walls as he kisses the inside of your thigh. The sounds coming out of him are sinful, grunts and moaning as he mouths across your belly, runs his hands down your hips to soothe you, your legs relaxing further open as you wait.

He spreads you further open, that gaze, like you’re a banquet, amplified a thousand times as you watch his untamed curls disappear between your thighs, the heat of his breath on your opening, the depth of his inhale.

“Oh, little mouse” he breathes, sounding worshipful, a man at an altar. “Thank you for letting me try”

He softly sucks your clit at first. Just enough to make you moan, your back arching at the feeling of his soft lips encircling the hardened nub, tongue swirling gentle circles as you clutch the Oscar in a death grip, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle it.

“Fuck, fuck. You taste like heaven mouse.” He says, looking up at you with a grin. “Don’t be shy, let me hear.”

You nod, taking your hand away, fluttering it awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Dieter grabs your wrist, planting a kiss right over your pulse before it puts it on his head. He gives a wink, another grin.

“Don’t hold back for me, okay?”

You smile at him, grateful for the permission to actually relax, and when his mouth descends again, you do. You just let it take your senses, the flick of his tongue, the iron grip he has on your thigh, holding you down and open for him, the vibratory rumble of his mouth against you as he laps at the wetness like a stream. His mouth trails lower, tasting everywhere, lifting you higher, licking you lower.

“D-Dieter” you manage, as his mouth probes lower still.

“Oh fuck, I like that. Say it again” He pulls his mouth from you.

“Dieter” it makes you giggle, the goofy grin on his face as he bites his lip and nods.

He’s playful when he returns, smiling against your folds as you chant his name in a way that makes it feel so ridiculous, leaks the last of the tension from your body as he laughs along with you, smearing his mouth across you in a way that makes you tingle.

“That’s good little mouse. Now you’re all warmed up, are you ready?”

“Yes Dieter”

“Fuck I like that way too much” he groans, pressing his forehead into your stomach. “You just relax for me, okay”

He pulls you into his mouth, your ass hanging off the couch as he spreads you with his shoulder and really starts. It takes you half a second before you realise everything before was foreplay, was him getting you ready for this, a relentless assault on you, spreading you open with thick fingers, spearing you with his tongue as he moans hungrily into your skin.

You’re writhing against the grip he has on you, his tongue wide and flat as he licks you, hole to clit and back, circling and pulling back to spread you open and spit on you, watch the way you clench around it with a satisfied hum, pull your clit between his teeth and suck, relentless pressure, spiralling you out as you anchor yourself to reality with your hand in his hair, one fist gripped around the statue, warm now beneath your palm.

“Fuck, Dieter, fuck, oh my god”

He would grin, if he wasn’t so focused. He can feel it, the tension in your belly, string waiting to snap as mouths hungrily at your cunt. He wasn’t lying, you do taste like fucking heaven. He’s half rutting against the couch, his cock whining for friction as he pries you open further, raw and shiny with his spit, fluttering and clenching around his tongue. He’s half rabid for it – watching as you squeeze your eyes shut. Next time. Next one you’ll look at him, he’ll press his forehead right against yours and watch as you come undone.

It's glorious when you do, the breathy little shocked noise that proceeds the detonation, spilling sweet across his tongue with the arch of your spine, the sharp tug in his hair as you ride his face, chasing the rest of it, shuddering and shaking all at once as you say his name. He has to grip his cock through his boxers, so he doesn’t come on the spot.

He sinks two fingers deep inside you to feel the stretch around his fingers, the way you pulse and pull him deeper, the sound of it, sloppy and wet making him want to sink his teeth into you. He settles for resting his cheek on your thigh, watching as the colour fades from your skin, your shaky breaths in tandem with the curl of his fingers.

“Too much?” he asks idly, swiping upwards to watch your hips cant. You shake your head, biting at your lip as you try and ask for more, words failing. He knows anyway, licking your release from your thighs, the rolling of his knuckles inside you a pleasurable hum.

“I’m going to eat your ass now little mouse” he says.

And then he just does. No hesitation, holding you open to spit again and lick it up, the zing of electricity up your spine making you cry out as he pushes your legs back, folds you in half and spreads you open for his mouth, pressing and furling and sucking on the rim of you until you’re mewling his name, squirming desperately, for something, for anything.

“You need to be filled up” He says with a dark smile. He positions your hands to hold yourself open, humming idly at the sight, all your shame forgotten, your skin sweaty and warm. “Open”

He kisses you again, licking against your teeth while he gropes for something on the ground. You can feel his belly pressed against your cunt and you give in to the mad desire, rolling your hips against him as he presumably searches for a condom.

“You trust me?” he asks, looking at you with a smile. You nod, curious.

Your eyes go wide when he holds up the Oscar statue, sucking the head of it into his mouth in a way that makes you think of things you shouldn’t. Him on top of you, fucking into you, another man standing, feeding him cock, his eyes rolled back as he’s used…

Its warm when it breaches you. Unyielding and hard inside you as he works it in, slowly watching it twist, pulling it back and forth, sawing just the tip against your front walls.

“Dieter”

“Fuck baby, I know, this is better than winning the damn thing. I want you to cum on it for me, okay? Make it really belong to you”

It’s a stretch, its foreign and hard inside you, like nothing you’ve ever felt as he twists until he finds a spot that makes you cry out.

“There it is. You scream out if you need me to stop, okay?”

You nod, breathless, robbed of speech as he moves the statue inside you, just fast enough that you can hear the messy wet squelch of it, the raw vulnerability of your position as you hold yourself open and allow this to happen, want it to happen.

“Oh, it feels… oh” Your voice is broken, wrecked and high pitched as he moves faster, a pressure like you’ve never felt in your stomach. You can see the bulge of it in your belly, it makes you want to look away.

“Keep looking at me. Please?” He says half a whisper as you meet his eyes. “How does it feel”

“Good, it’s, oh it’s good… full, I feel so full”

“Oh, this is nothing, I’m gonna split you open in a minute, you’re gonna feel me in you for days baby. I just want to see this; I want to see what your face looks like when you cum”

Its sloppy, you feel loose and open as he fucks the statue into you faster, dripping more spit to smear messy across your clit as that feeling of fullness spreads to your extremities, every nerve exploding with it as you struggle to breathe, the intensity of his gaze on you as he thumbs your clit.

“There you go, I can see it, it’s coming yeah? You’re gonna come all over me aren’t you, get me all nice and wet, just like you. I’ll fuck you right after, split you open on my cock, you’re gonna love it, I want you to lose all that control for me, scream nice and loud for me, I wanna hear my name when you squirt all over my face little mouse.”

You can’t look away from him, you don’t even realise that he’s not moving anymore, that your hips are doing all the work, rutting into the statue and his finger alike chasing release that feels like a cliffs edge. He keeps running his mouth, spewing nasty filthy words at you and calling you beautiful in the same sentence, making you quiver and clench and yearn.

He pinches your clit, and you shatter. It’s an explosion, its nothing you’ve ever felt before, birth of the universe as he pulls the statue free and you gush all over him, just like he wanted, drenching that stupid robe and his face seconds before he puts his mouth on you again, drinking your release like man wanting to drown.

“Dieter, oh… oh my, Dieter… please” You’re a mess. Your muscles have stopped responding to commands, limp against the couch as he laps his fill of you, coming to share your flavour, licking it against your lips. You can feel him, pressed against your cunt, somehow still in his boxers, rutting against you. “Fuck me, please fuck me, please”

There it is, that’s what he wanted, he wanted you just like this, needy and desperate and wrung out before he sinks his cock into you. It’s a miracle he hasn’t cum yet, the way you burst across his senses like candy coated fireworks, clutch and claw and him. And now you’re asking, now you’re begging him to fuck you and he can’t get his underwear off fast enough. The wet slap of his cock against your folds makes him want to cum and he has to grip himself tight to make sure he doesn’t make goddamn fool of himself in seconds.

It's a stretch. He’s prepared you and its still a stretch, your legs wrapped around his waist as he breaches you, the blunt weeping tip hot and thick as your body yields to him. He swears under his breath, yanking down the cup of your bra to bite a nipple, making you arch and clench around him. He feels good. Heavy weight on you and in you, dragging against your walls deliciously as you tilt your hips to guide his way.

He kisses you, messy and hungry and moves. You’re so wrung out, so lost in the fog of him that you can’t do much but take it, feel him slide deep enough your back arches, your bodies slapping together as he grips the couch above you, hoists you higher on him and fucks you.

He’s good. He’s better than he has any right to be, slamming against a spot inside you that makes your body tremble, wrung out and pliant against his hands. He’s talking, you think, or maybe moaning, the noise a harmony to your own as he fucks faster, deeper, harder. His knees must be getting shredded by the carpet, but he doesn’t seem to notice, his gaze fixed on your face as your body climbs again shrill vibrations of pleasure through your system.

“Tell me” he snarls. “Tell me you’re going to cum on my cock.”

“Dieter. Dieter, I…” You can’t get the words out, choked in the back of your throat as he grips your jaw.

“Come on, say it. I want to hear it, Dieter, I’m going to cum. Dieter you’re going to make me cum. Please, I gotta hear it, you’re so fucking tight for me, I can feel your perfect cunt squeezing me baby, I’m gonna lose it, I’m gonna paint that perfect body with my cum, you’re gonna look so pretty all covered in me baby come on, cum for me, say it.”

“Dieter… Dieter, please, please I… gonna cum”

“Good fucking girl”

He slams into you, unhinged and breathless as he pulls back to watch where he disappears into you, gripping your hips hard enough you’re sure they’re going to bruise, your eyes not leaving his as he fucks you, wet and sloppy as you lose control on him again.

He pulls out, enough to slap his cock against your clit as you cum, soaking him again with a high-pitched whine. Your eyes are just focused enough to watch him, angrily fisting his cock as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.

He comes hard and slow. Spraying ropes of lava hot cum across your chest and belly, roaring your name as he wrings every drop from his body, shaking as he squeezes your thigh, the meat of your ass.

“Oh, you’re fucking perfect” he says, his lungs shaking with the effort to breathe in.

You look a mess. Hair wild and tangled, mascara clinging to your lashes from tears you don’t know you’ve shed, lips swollen and skin sweaty, painted with his cum. You look like a painting, an artwork, something he designed, and he comes down from that shaking high with a sense of peace settling deep in his stomach.

He has to taste your mouth again, see if it changes in the sweaty afterglow, if you’re just as sweet and pliant for him. Your nails scratch into his scalp, sending warm shivers down his spine as he collapses on top of you, smearing his cum across his own stomach, licking into your mouth.

“Dieter” you whisper after a few moments.

“Oh, I’m never going to get tired of hearing that” he says, burying his face in your neck to hold you even closer. “Sorry you lost”

That makes you laugh, that giggle that feels like sunshine on his cheeks as you keep stroking his hair, across his shoulders. He pulls back, tugging you upright as you protest weakly, allowing him to lift you into his arms.

“Where are we going?” You ask, happy to be carried, hopeful for a bed.

“Shower first, dirty girl”

“Me?” Your indignant squawk makes him laugh as he lifts you bridal style with ease, you slap weakly at his chest.

“Yes you, messy little mouse. We’re gonna get you all clean, lay you down on my nice sheets so we can mess them up again. I think I want to cum on your ass this time”

“You have a 6am call time, you can’t”

He laughs, that same smooth rich feeling rippling over you like water.

���Wanna bet?”

[hadesrise]

𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. jason todd x addams!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. headcanon, typical addams behavior (disturbing thoughts and things, homicides, dark humor, using lethal weapons for fun, etc.), strong language, reader’s a badass vigilante, jason being a simp, dark romance (?), mention of homophobia, mention of torture and death, weapons, the addams family being wholesome, lots of pet names, gothic!reader

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖉𝖊. red as jason, purple as you.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. i was thinking of fics to write for jason and came up with this... hail, addams! also sais are like your main weapon here.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Jason’s first meet with you was... amusing to say the least. It’s not much to consider eventful by, but to jason, it’s probably the most and first thing that will stuck with him until his second final breath.

You see, he was just casually walking through the streets of gotham in civilian clothes since he only got out of his apartment to buy some light breakfast, so he certainly did not expect to hear shouts and noises of harrassment coming from the alleyway early in the morning. They were spitting such nasty words that Jason grew the urge to investigate, finding at least five men surrounding you, who wasn’t even acknowledging their presence nor the things they said.

You were reading a book — which he was sure titled ‘how to kill a serial killer’ — with your back leaned on the concrete wall and completely ignoring their existence. Jason swears he saw a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ sentence above your head. However, knowing what the men are doing is harrassment and absolutely something that shouldn’t be turned a blind eye to, he decides to intervene and began walking towards the commotion.

Until one of the men abruptly grabbed the book you were reading to get your attention and also to make fun of you, or it.

Jason didn’t even realize what was happening when you quickly grabbed the man’s arm that took your book and twisted it into an odd angle, but he only took a second to process after hearing the man scream, accompanied by horrified noises from his friends.

You just casually caught the book that fell from his hand that you twisted before it could hit the ground, as if nothing happened.

“Touch my book again and I’ll kill you.”

You broke the man’s arm.

You fucking broke his arm just because he took your book.

And you didn’t care as you went to inspect if there were any scratches or dust on it. The others were now terrified because if you don’t hesitate to break someone’s arm for the sole and only reason of touching your book, then you sure as hell won’t hesitate doing more than that if they mess with you further. So, with one bark of “what?” coming from you immediately had them running away in fear, tail tucked between their legs.

Needless to say Jason was utterly amused, and didn’t waste a time to approach and check up on you even though he clearly saw the entire thing.

“Your book must be a treasure made of gold if you’re willing to hospitalize someone because of it.”

“All books are treasure no matter the genre, mr. stranger.”

“I’m Jason Todd.”

“(Y/n) Addams. Pleasure to meet you, beau.”

You and Jason started spending your time together almost every day since then; watching movies, eating at casual places, taking long night walks, going to mall, drinking coffees at the coffee shop he found around the city, just doing anything you two can.

Through those times spent with you, Jason found out you were oddly interested in various types of weapons, whether it be any kinds of knives, blades, guns, baseball bats, brass knuckles, swords, sais, and everything else. It actually surprised him, because you were well-mannered, collected and as graceful as a swan who didn’t look like you’d be into anything as vicious as weapons.

He viewed you more as a find-beauty-in-everything type of person and certainly not the quiet-but-dangerous type. Though, Jason didn’t mind as he could share his knowledge and interest in weapons with you without having to worry about seeming like a crazy obsessed person. He’s never been able to do that with anyone, so finding this out had him joyous and somewhat giddy.

You even knew about weapons that he didn’t know existed, and this is Jason Todd we’re talking about, but let’s just move on lol

After the entire incident, Jason brought you to his apartment — which already happened like, more than tenth times already — to show you his collectibles of weapons that were hidden in his room. You guessed that’s why you two never went there.

“Well, this is certainly entertaining. Your collections are beautiful, Jason. I’m not aware why you have to hide it from everyone else to see.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll freak out and think of me like a psycho or something. I also didn’t show you ‘cause I didn’t want you to be stranged out.”

“All of humanity are strange and psychopaths in their own ways, beau. If there were such thing as normal, we wouldn’t be humans. You should be prideful of what you have, nevermind those who judges, pretending to be god.”

Jason smiles. You have mesmerizing ways to utter what’s in your mind, always speaking so confidently and gracefully yet casually. You present yourself in such elegant, exquisite, classy manners that no rich people could. It’s exactly what he enjoys about you.

You had also found out that, despite his bad boy energy and sort of reputation, Jason likes reading books, and they’re not even the genres that bad boys would take a glance at. It explains the shelf piled with books, some new and some old that almost seemed like he’s had them since he was a teen.

He also liked to read poetry, which you were ecstatic at, prompting you to lead him towards the library you always visit to read a book together. You both wordlessly agreed to do this on a regular basis whenever you meet up and want a quiet time among yourselves, knowing neither of you has to hold back your passion and love for books just to please the other.

Having similar tastes and interests immediately connected you and Jason, becoming somewhat inseparable whenever you’re together, allowing you to understand each other without words being uttered or exchanged. Jason was easily comfortable with you due to your maturity and the ability to understand things most people don’t, as you were with him.

The differences were clearly there — Jason was snarky, short-tempered, easy to anger, sort of flirtatious, and held extreme rage against all humanity, while you were more calm, collected, immensely patient, courteous, thoughtful, and almost the epitome of peace. But they’re the things that made you fit so perfectly well together like a puzzle rather than being hateful of each other.

It’s as if you’re what’s keeping him to the ground as he is of you.

Not like Jason knew, but when you’re an Addams, having dark, twisted sense of humor and being homicidal is pretty much inevitable. It isn’t a big surprise that you were one.

He often hears you muttering the most disturbing matters or thoughts, and at first he was concerned for your well-being and looked for signs that may have caused you to be... deranged, but as time passes by with no signs, he figured it’s just the way you are. Jason found it rather amusing anyway. Now, he’s just entertained whenever you utter them and would sometimes join you in on dark humor.

Getting to the family matters... You and Jason talked a lot about them — specifically yours only — and you told him about your unbelievably and deeply in love parents, adorable but deadly siblings, uncle Fester and the entire thing that happened, cousins, traditions, ancestors, and other more.

“—And my great-uncle Imar, he was buried alive. I remember being thrilled when mother and father first told me about him. Being buried alive is such a wonderful experience, my sister Wednesday has been digging a grave ever since I’ve mentioned it to her.”

“Oh, yeah? Being buried alive is cool and all, but I’m more of a great-aunt Calpurnia fan. Nobody can be as brave as her to dance naked in the town square and enslave the minister.”

“You have such great taste, Jason.”

“I know, (Y/n).”

He absolutely loves your ancestors and family.

When it comes to his, though... Jason was hesitant to tell you about them, specially Bruce, but also because of his secret identity slash alter ego as Red Hood. Telling you about his family means he would have to reveal all the secrets as well, including his death and resurrection, and that’s not something he’s ready to do just yet. You didn’t deserve to know all the horror he’s been through, knowing you and your compassion. He doesn’t want you to carry the burden of knowing his sufferings. But he also didn’t want you to think he doesn’t trust you by not telling his side of family.

However, all you ever did was look at him with soft eyes when you sensed his discomfort and reluctance, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly.

“Never speak of something you are not ready yet to reveal, beau. It’s okay. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

Never had he met someone so understanding it made his heart swell. And as he stares into your beautiful (e/c) eyes, he couldn’t help but realize he’s utterly, deeply, in love with you.

Well, shit. That took a fucking turn.

What is he supposed to do now? You’ve been best friends for two years already, he doesn’t want to fucking ruin it with his feelings. And you’re not even the one to do romance, even if you witness your parents doing it everyday. It was just not in your vocabulary.

Jesus, Todd. Get yourself together.

And he fucking didn’t.

Jason didn’t get a hold of himself, so it ended up in him avoiding you without meaning to. He wasn’t ignoring you, but neither did he pay attention to you either. He stopped spending time with you frequently, making excuses that he has something important to do, putting on his Red Hood helmet and patrolling every day just to avoid your presence. The amount of time you spent together lessened and lessened, but you always updated or sent him messages to keep in check.

Until his phone abruptly stopped receiving notifications.

He knew it would happen one day, that you will get tired of him and realize he wasn’t worth your effort or time, but it happened quicker and earlier than Jason had expected, so he can’t help but feel his heart break as his throat burned. It’s his fault for neglecting you, but still, it hurt.

Five days passed since you stopped messaging him and Jason found himself still checking his phone just in case, only to drop it on his bed with a sigh when it doesn’t bring up a notification. He would go on patrol more frequently than he used to for distraction, just wanting to get you out of his mind, but it was causing him to be rough and reckless unconsciously— something that even his family noticed.

So, it was inevitable that he’d slip up and make a mistake on one of his missions.

Bruce was reluctant on sending him to this mission as it involved the Joker and Jason was practically in an unstable condition from how easily he snapped at people, but if he didn’t, another heated argument would have sparked between them again and he was already getting tired of that. However, when the Joker manages to taunt Jason and push his buttons enough to have him start fighting recklessly, Bruce knew he shouldn’t have assigned it to his second oldest son.

His recklessness and easy-to-anger attitude got himself a stab and bullet wound, quite deep ones that prevented him from moving any further. Joker was standing in front of him with a gun in hand and knife in the other, looking down on him just like he used to before. Just as Jason braced himself for the gun shot to fire, a sai suddenly came into view and stabbed Joker on his hand, making him drop the gun and yell out in pain.

Jason looked at where the sai came flying from and saw an unfamiliar yet somehow familiar figure with a mask calmly strotting towards him, one hand twirling a sai, presumably the pair of the one that was thrown. Pulling the weapon roughly out of the manic-laughing Joker’s hand, he yelled in pain before getting his gut kneed by the person, knocking the air out of his lungs. While Joker was busy coughing and wheezing, the person quickly takes out a smoke bomb and threw it on the ground to activate, black smoke filling the place.

Without being given the time to process, Jason was immediately pulled by the person to flee from the scene while the Killer Prince of Clown is distracted, confusion rising in his mind why this unknown person was helping him. However, all his questions were answered when the person took off their mask after settling him on a rooftop.

You didn’t hesitate to show him your face despite still being dressed in that vigilante suit of yours in all your glory. Even though you should be mad at him for ditching and eventually ghosting you, deep concern laced your expression as you examine his whole body, anger or resentment nowhere to be seen. You were just... completely you.

And then, it clicked in his mind — you already knew about him being Red Hood. He isn’t sure when or how long, it just clicked in his mind because of how oddly calm you were at the situation by hand. He also realizes you’ve been following him and had figured beforehand that there’s a chance he’d mess up, due to the fully stacked first aid kit laying on the side of the rooftop you brought him.

Silence filled the air as you began to treat his wounds, an excruciatingly painful process in which you had to gauge the bullet out of his skin that had him groaning and yelling in pain. After the bullet was gone, you immediately went onto cleaning the blood off and the wound, along with the one caused by knife, before wrapping almost exaggerated amount of bandages around his body.

Jason can’t stop staring at you the entire time you were treating him, his helmet resting on his side. (because it made him trouble breathing, totally not because he was planning something)

“You had me worry so much there, Jason. Why were you fighting that way? I was aware you can be reckless at times, but this is—”

He cut you off by pressing his lips on yours. Heart beating rapidly against his chest, worry clouded his mind at the possible rejection, but it quickly vanished when he felt you kissing back as gently and carefully as possible not to hurt his busted lip.

“I must say I was quite furious at you even though I practically saved your life, but this dissolves it.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).”

“Take me out on a date and I might give you forgiveness.”

That’s how you two ended up together, with Jason taking you on a peaceful and romantic date at a restaurant that matched your dark goth aesthetic.

Speaking of dark goth aesthetic, Jason absolutely adores your fashion sense. It’s a classic old-fashioned goth style that fit your body perfectly well, sometimes you’d also wear modern type, though he saw it only about four times. Silver and black rings can be seen adorning your fingers — nails painted black — all the time, along with bracelets wrapped around your wrists and gothic necklace on your neck. He found out they were given to you by your parents, who were quick to notice your interest in jewelries.

Once, Jason gave you a gothic style necklace with a letter ‘J’ pendant on your birthday and you’ve been wearing it ever since, replacing the one that you had. You never took it off, viewing the necklace as practically a proof that you belong to him as much as he belongs to you (it was a pair with his having the first initial of your name as pendant), and it actually became one of your treasure that no one aside from Jason is allowed to touch.

We all know what will happen if anyone tries to LMAO

Nothing really changed between you two after finally getting together, being both best friends and soulmates at the same time. The only thing changed was that he didn’t patrol alone now; he had you by his side always watching his back. Jason also found himself not worrying about your safety as much as he did before, as he knew you can handle any criminals from how badass, ass-kicking, well-trained vigilante you are.

Though, since you got together, the all black clothing and aesthetic of yours seems to mix with one certain color; red. He finds it in most random things — your bookmark, one of your accessories, one of your long sleeved button-up shirts, one of your weapons; it’s just anywhere in your belongings even though black still covered the majority of them.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yes, mon amour?”

“Why do I see red in some of your things? I mean, I ain’t complaining but you don’t like bright colors.”

“So you haven’t noticed. Red is your colour, darling. I would always have it with me. Besides, it isn’t as bright as pastels and mix in well with black. Also reminds me of our blood, but that’s just the minority of my reasons.”

Jason’s heart swelled with love and pride. He didn’t stop kissing and hugging you the entire day.

RED AND BLACK AESTHETIC BOYFRIENDS. People always stare at you two because wow, there’s a badass, awesome, classy-looking goth and a hot guy radiating off bad boy energy walking around the streets of Gotham with intertwined hands and matching sunglasses, how could they not stare?

It’s obvious you’re boyfriends and some people gives you that nasty, disgusting looks upon seeing your intertwined hands which alone screams homophobia. You and Jason deal with it by rubbing it in their faces, being lovey-dovey and romantic, doing unnecessary amount of touching, calling each other every pet names you could come up with, and showing lots of PDA until they stop being such stupid assholes.

Though, most people you came across were genuine sweethearts and kind-hearted, who only ever smiled or stared with a soft look when they see you two, probably happy and relieved that a gay couple is getting comfortable to walk around together. Some of them would even approach just to give you and Jason compliments, like how good you look together, how awesome your outfit is, how you two are literally the coolest couple they have ever seen. Jason was glad they approached solely for the purpose of complimenting your relationship and not to spit nasty slurs, because the least he wants when you two have a date is to get in a fight and could possibly be arrested for public disturbance and physical assault.

Growing up watching your parents’s romance blossom all your life definitely shaped your love language into that of theirs, wherein you would praise Jason in such poetic ways, whisper love thoughts in his ear, and touch him with gentle hands like how your parents does. You treat him like a treasure, like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen, and Jason finds himself loving it more than he thought he would.

Meanwhile, Jason’s love language is physical (or any kind for that matter) affection and quality time. You find it adorable because he can’t keep his hands to himself and always either holding your hand or touching you despite being the ‘big bad wolf’ as he views himself to be. For a man with such rage and resentment towards the world, he’s the biggest softy when it comes to you and would throw everything away if he gets to be with you everyday 24/7.

You definitely exchanged some weapons at least once or more. There’s no way in hell you didn’t.

And you also definitely gave each other newly bought weapons on your anniversary as a gift, Jason’s being guns and yours being sais.

There’s a newly added shelf in Jason’s apartment for you to place your things there so you don’t have to bring them every time you come over. The shelf is, of course, painted black and actually shaped like a coffin to further show gothicness. Pictures of you together mostly decorated your shelf in black frames, along with a bunch of skulls and ancient crystal ball that your mother gave you. There’s also black roses and few of your favorite books; Frankstein by Mary Shelley, a book of Edgar Allan Poe’s classic stories, and We have always lived in the castle by Shirley Jackson.

Also, at one point, Jason was convinced his boyfriend’s a witch because when he got badly injured one day, you took out some mysterious ingredients stored in potion bottles and mixed them in to create what seemed like an antidote before rubbing it gently on his wounds, and they magically healed like three days later. He wouldn’t stop pestering you about it for a whole month, oddly excited of the possibility that you might be a witch since your ancestors had a history of witchcrafts.

“I was just taught by my grandmother how to create antidotes on emergencies, chéri. It’s nothing serious.”

“But you could be a witch!”

“Being a witch is more than just making antidotes, my dear Jason.”

“But you could still be a witch, I stand my point.”

Your grandmother also may or may not have taught you how to hex and curse people as well as how to use tarot cards, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Telling you about his fall-out and rekindle with Bruce, his torture and death and resurrection, as well as what he went through as a child took Jason two years in the relationship and four years since he met you. It didn’t bother you at all, knowing the trauma he endured isn’t easy to talk about, letting him play with your hands for comfort. He also told you about the criminals he killed and the thirst of vengeance and blood whenever Joker’s mentioned.

You stayed silent the whole time that worried Jason; you usually uttered comforting words whenever you noticed him troubled. But now, you were just silent even after he finished his story that had him think it might’ve been too much to take in. However, when he looked at you fearfully, his eyes immediately widened upon witnessing the utmost rage and murderous look on your face.

His boyfriend, who is almost impossible to anger or lose control of emotions, was fucking shaking with rage. Your self-control was impressive; you wanted so fucking bad to brutally torture and kill Joker, but knowing Jason needs you, pushed down the dark desire and pulled him into a tight embrace instead. You whispered words of comfort and encouragement and reassurance to him, yet your voice betrayed you as it was low, and dark, and just didn’t have the usual calm tone you had.

The next day, it was announced on Gotham City news that the Joker was sent to Arkham Asylum by an unknown vigilante, severely and brutally beaten by crowbar with all his nails pulled out and obvious signs of mild yet intense torture.

“Hey, baby? Take a look at this.”

“Well, well... What a wonderful news. I believe he should’ve been killed, though. The nails, broken bones and cut off tongue aren’t enough for him.”

“...They never said he got his tongue cut off, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

He smirked and kissed you hard, absolutely proud of what you did.

Meeting your family was an extraordinary experience for Jason. Your parents, Gomez and Morticia, easily accepted and welcomed him into the family, thrilled that their son finally had someone to love. They’re always accepting, as you had told Jason. He got to see their romance that you often talked about and can’t help but notice you inherited both of their romantic side that he oh so loves.

Your siblings, Wednesday and Pugsley, were adorable to say the least even though Wednesday was quite terrifying for a girl. She actually likes Jason and initiated a conversation that she never did before with others, even referring to him as ‘big brother’ at the end of the day that had Jason grinning from ear to ear. He knew Wednesday didn’t like people and was basically an anti-social, homicidal maniac, so seeing her grow attached to him felt like he saved the whole world and was given a blessing. Pugsley, on the other hand, was totally amazed by him and threw him like, thirty questions about Red Hood. Apparently, Jason’s his favorite vigilante.

Watching you and your family interact was amusing as you were all funny without even trying, specially that time when you, Jason and your parents were having casual conversations in the dining table and Wednesday came walking past the four of you with mace in hand. Morticia had stopped talking to ask her “Is that for your brother?” and when Wednesday nodded, she extended her hands to you with palms up as you pulled a large axe from the set of woods on the ceiling and handed it to your mother, Morticia giving it to Wednesday with a “That’s better” said.

It happened so casually that Jason didn’t think much of it until he realized what just occurred and had to keep himself from laughing. Your family’s so cool and awesome he was thankful to be considered as one, already loving every single member.

He now had a new family and can’t wait to introduce you to his, nevermind the hesitance due to his annoying brothers.

Overall, you two are just utterly and madly in love despite your disturbing, homicidal mindset and his... well, Jason Todd attitude, and would do literally anything to ensure each other’s safety. You would kill for each other, even destroy the world, and nothing will be able to ruin what you have. Everyone’s practically jealous of your bond that they know they’ll never have with anyone.

One thing’s for sure — soulmates for life!!

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[bellaramseysgf]

Obsession (Moonboys)

Warning(s); NONCON/DUBCON,obsessive behavior,stalker(ish) behavior,Praise kink!,Degradation kink!,smut!(piv sex),public sex,oral (f receiving),cum eating?,spit kink,fingering dumbifaction kink,sir kink, daddy kink!,talk of abuse! (Verbal & physical)+ more!

Pairing(s); dark! Moonboys! (Steven,Marc,Jake) X sweetheart! Fem! Reader.

Summary; my take on this request!!

A/n; I probably made this darker then intended but I’m in love with it!

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You weren’t expecting your night to turn out like this, for it to end so unexpectedly well, for you to be in complete bliss as the man who you thought was just your friend was eating you out like some kind of monster. His tongue flicked and moved about inside you and on your clit and he knew just where to suck to have you seeing stars.

You met marc somewhere close to 7 months ago, well not exactly. It wasn’t marc you met it was steven. You met steven inside of a coffee shop. He noticed your book of poems and commented on your good taste that somehow morphed into a friendship. Soon though, soon you found out about this, about their situation with Khonsu. You accepted him whole heartedly. Thanked him for telling you, before he went on a spill about the things he was doing.

You slowly met the alters Marc and Jake, though technically Steven was a alter and marc was the original holder of the body.

Your time with Steven was mainly spent in librarys or cooped up in either of your apartments reading poems or books to one another.

Your time with Jake was mainly spent sparing or in a gym, he taught you how to hold a knife and where to swing for a punch, how to hold your stance as well.

While with Marc it was always something new, rather it being night walks as you talked or it being sitting on his couch while he played his guitar. Most of your time was spent together regardless he honestly brought you some sense of comfort.

You realized very quickly how special these boys were more importantly the fact you loved them, a part of you wanted to protect them or guard them almost. You’d never felt that way before about anyone.

What you didn’t know though was just how obsessed the boys were with you. Steven was the first to fall into the traps he also fell the hardest. Steven searched your socials getting at much information as he could. You weren’t a big poster but you still had a few. He was able to find a link to your Spotify through a favorite playlist you posted on your story. He was able to find out that you worked at a small clothing store not too far from his apartment. He learned that you had been engaged before but the wedding was called off. He also learned that your natural hair color wasn’t your hair color you kept it dyed for some reason.

Next was Jake, Jake fell next and he didn’t even mean too but you had his heart pounding in his chest every time he’d see you. Jake followed you without you knowledge, getting to know your usual routes, getting to know where you tend to shop for clothing,food,work snacks,shoes,it all. He learned you went to the movies at least once a month sometimes 2 If it’s been a bad month. He learned you go to your salon every 3 months to keep your hair touched up and split ends cut. You only ever eat ice cream on good days, like the time you had called them about your promotion at work, he found you eating your usual mix of ice cream after that.

Marc was last to fall in love with you,last to realize that he had affection in his body for you. His started after he came to visit you at work,you were talking to a coworker. Well, he was flirting and you were totally oblivious to it. Marc felt his blood boil as you laughed along with him his hand touching your arm. It sent him into a frenzy almost you were his, why were you talking to him? Letting him touch you? That’s when it hit him. You weren’t his, you were just his friend.

When you had called Marc in tears a few nights later about how that same coworker was found dead he made sure to comfort you. Even if there was a chance Jake was the cause of the man’s downfall.

You soon began spending almost all your time with the boys, Marc would pick you up after work, Steven would always come visit you and Jake well he was just randomly fronting during that. Today, today was different though, Steven had offered to make you dinner and you loved his cooking how could you say no. How it turned you still weren’t entirely sure what made something inside Marc snap.

“So then, they take me to this random club” you said, you were talking to Steven about your friends taking you out a few nights ago. “You don’t do clubs” he pointed out and you nodded “right!, so now I was drinking this i don’t know it’s some type of fruity thing” Steven chuckled as you continued “this guy comes up to me, he’s tall,skinny, nice hair,really pretty green eyes and he’s just making chit-chat with me” you payed no attention to the way Stevens body tightened,his jaw clenching,his hand tightening around the glass he was holding.

“He’s not my type, so I’m not even thinking about it like that, but he all at once leans in way too close for comfort and I just panic and lean back as he leaned in until I was like- bent in half” you let out a soft giggle finally realizing the state of Steven. “You okay? Stevie?” You reached out to touch his arm. “Yeah! Sorry I spaced out, why’d you panic? You’ve kissed people before” you shrugged “yeah, but not random men at a bar” Steven shrugged “can I ask you something?” You nodded.

There was one thing the boys noticed about you, you don’t like physical touch. The first time marc went to hug you you flinched away from him. You don’t seem to have many friends aside from Steven and what ones you do have,you never talk about. They thought you were a private person at first but then you started showing other signs of something more. You’d be out with one of them and flinch at a sound or loud noise.

One time Marc went shopping with you and you’d eye clothes and then mumble something like ‘it shows too much’ or ‘it won’t look good’ when Marc knew that was a lie, you had a beautiful figure.

The separation was the worst part, Jake had spent the night at your flat a few weeks back and he’d gotten up to get a glass of water and the sound of you running into the kitchen caught his attention. “You alright, Princessa?” He asked and you nodded smiling “jus’…didn’t know if you left” you looked terrified to be alone.

That’s why they were bringing it up, only talking about it if you wanted to. “So we were just curious…did something happen?” You sat down the glass of water you were drinking and sighed. “Stevie..I don’t- I don’t think you wanna hear this.” He nodded “who would be better?” You shrugged “Marc? Maybe?” He nodded immediately handing the body over to Marc.

“Hi, pretty girl” you smiled over at him “you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to, I’ll be right here for you. Swear” his hand darted out to your exposed thigh in the shorts you were wearing. “No, I wanna tell you. It’s just though I know Steven can still hear it I can’t stand the sad look he’d have once he’d heard it” Marc tilted his head. “And Jake…well he’d probably wanna kill him..so” Marc smiled “right. Well I’m here to listen pretty girl, not gonna judge” you feel relief.

“Well, to point it out straight. My ex he abused me in more ways then one.” Marc’s grip on your thigh tightened and you sighed at the comfort. “I was 14 when I met him, he was 16 I shouldn’t of done things that I did, but I was kid so I was dumb.” You sighed softly. “He didn’t touch me until a year before he proposed, I was 15 at this point and was madly in love with him. I can’t even remember what made him so upset but what I do remember was that he had hit me.” You looked over to see Marc starting at you intently, showing he was listening.

“He wouldn’t let me see my friends, excluded me from them. Only if he was with me could I go because he wanted to make sure I didn’t cheat. I would wake up to him being gone at random hours of the night, he wouldn’t answer his phone and he’d come back smelling of cheap perfume and sex.” You sighed “I felt trapped inside the relationship. You know my parents weren’t around. I had no friends,no job I didn’t really even go out all that much. I didn’t have anyway to get help” you took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to continue, I don’t want you to cause things to resurface” you smiled at him and grabbed a hold of his hand. “I’m okay, promise. The abuse only got worse and I began to hate myself. I felt like the relationship was my fault, I said yes to the date,I agreed. It was my fault I was in that situation and it was my fault I couldn’t get out of it. Eventually on my 17th birthday he proposed, said he was gonna change and apologized for everything. I believed him” you sighed shaking your head partially at your own stupidity.

“The next few months were great until he started disappearing at night again, the verbal abuse started again and I knew before long the physical aspect would come back. So…” You rubbed the back of his knuckles with your thumb, calming yourself and him with the action. “I reached back out to a friend, asked is they could help. They did and within a week I had gotten all my stuff and moved in with them, I left the ring on his bedside table and just left.”

“Good, you did a good job” Marc said and you smiled “I don’t get triggered by a lot just some things can still make me flinch like fast movements or sounds. I sometimes have that same headspace when shopping though I try not to” Marc shifted closer to you “I’m just gonna hug you” he warned and you smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “You didn’t do any of that love, none of that was your fault, you were a kid and he took advantage of that. Don’t blame yourself.” You nodded into his chest as Marc finally pulled from the hug.

“You’re beautiful love, not a thing about you is anything but perfection. If you need a reminder just let us know” you giggled at him and sniffled a bit. “Thank you” he kissed your forehead and you smiled. “Well we both got issues I guess” he said and you laughed “yeah, we do” Marc smiled at you and you felt safe totally and completely safe.

“Marc..” you said and he looked at you with a smile “yeah?” You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned forward kissing him softly. You pulled away only to have Marc pull you back into him kissing you with a lot more passion.

The rest was a blur, mumbled words and clothes being tossed around in between kisses. You blamed it on you feeling vulnerable,or the heat of the moment but you knew it wasn’t true, you were in love, in love with all 3 of them.

Your head fell back as you gripped the sheet’s beneath you your orgasm tearing through you like a train. “Fuck” you Chanted it over and over as Marc’s tongue worked you through your high. He only stopped when you let the cutest whine out at the overstimulation. Your body went limp as Marc trailed kisses up your navel and stomach stooping to suck against your harden nipple. You gasped at the feeling as he bit and sucked against it, moving to your other and giving it the same treatment.

“You look so dazed, so pretty” he mumbled as your looked up at him hovering above you. You watched him glance back at the mirror that set diagonal from his bed and smiled. “Let him out” you said and Marc looked back at you “but love, he’s-” you shook your head “I’m fine, let him out” Marc sighed. You weren’t sure which one was pestering him but one of them was.

“You don’t know how delicious you are. You look so beautiful” Jake, of course it was jake. You smiled at him “stop pestering Marc” you scolded and he chuckled “it got me what I want” you giggled “be nice to him!” You demanded flicking his forehead. “Did you just flick me?” He questioned and you shrugged “maybe..” Jake clicked his tongue and you squealed when he flipped you over your stomach making a soft thud as it landed on Stevens sheets.

“Well just for that, you lost your hands” he said pulling them behind your back he held them together with one of his hands. “Let me make something clear princessa,you do what I say when I say it and if you dare disobey me I’ll make sure you hurt for it.” The threat should have scared you really but it didn’t, it elected heat in your core. “Yes,Sir” he chuckled “see, your well mannered. Just needed a reminder huh?” You nodded bitting your lip as you smiled.

“Your dripping, look at what a mess Marc made. So wet for me” you gasped when you felt his fingers press inside you. You were still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm and the feeling of his fingers stretching you out made you see white. It felt so good. You let out soft mewls as his fingers worked you back up “you’re so fucking pretty, look at you my dumb little princessa. You want my cock? Hmm? Want me to fill you up until you burst baby?” You nodded with a whine. “Then you should try to take my fingers better” you sobbed out when his fingers sunk deeper inside you.

Jake was going feral watching you swallow up his fingers the sloppy sounds only making him that much harder. “Sir…more please” he lifted his head smiling at you “what was that?” He asked and you whined “more…I want more” Jake shook his head. “Princessa, I know you can beg better then that.” You whined pushing your hips back onto his hand. You gasped when a sharp slap landed on your bottom. “Fucking slut, I didn’t say to move I said Fucking beg.” His fingers were pulled from you and you whined out.

“Shut it, bad little girls don’t get what they want.” He dropped a hold of your wrists “don’t you dare fucking touch me.” He warned as his hands grabbed your hips shifting you into his lap your back to his chest. Jake shoved his slick covered fingers into your mouth and you groaned at the taste of yourself. “Naughty little baby, trying to fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.” His hand dropped down rubbing soft circles on your clit while you sucked against his other hand.

You whined and squirmed trying your best to keep your hands to yourself as he teased your clit, your hips bucking wanting more pleasure. “Look at you all squirmy baby, fucking needy, you desperately trying to get daddy inside you huh? You just can’t think properly without me inside you, isn’t that right princessa?” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and you nodded. “Yes daddy, it is.” You agreed and Jake hummed “you’re a dirty girl aren’t you? Calling me daddy? And here we thought you were a innocent little baby. You aren’t though are you?” You shook your head. “Good girl” he praised as he lifted your hips allowing you to sink down onto him.

“Hello, love”’you sighed your head felt like it was spinning “stevie…” you whined “it’s okay love, I know I know. It’s a lot isn’t it baby? Too much for you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Feels so good” Steven chuckled “but I’m not even moving baby” you just whined head dropping back onto his shoulder.

Steven was new to it but he wasn’t dumb, it was obvious you weren’t in the right headspace anymore to properly talk. It made Steven feel all that more soft for you, wanting to take care of you when you’re like this.

“Shh, it’s okay I’ve got you love, I’m gonna take such good care of you” he assured pushing your hair behind your ears as he started to thrust up into you, gentle and soft. “Doing so good baby, taking me so well!” He praised as his thrusts slowly picked up a faster pace. All you could do was moan and whine in return too far gone to form proper words. “Feels good huh love? I know it feels good for me, so perfect for us buttercup, fucking amazing” he kissed your temple and you whined.

“Wanna touch? You can touch baby, you’ve done good you’re doing a good job” you whined reaching for his hand to intwine your fingers. “Awh such a good baby, so sweet and soft for us, Good girl” you whined at the praise feeling your stomach tightening up “gonna…can’t” you babbled and Steven hushed you. “It’s okay love, I know. Let go it’ll feel so good, wanna feel you cum for me buttercup, cmon cum for me I know you can baby” you squeezed his hand as you came.

Your orgasm was rougher then before but you couldn’t even tell all you felt was the intense pleasure. “Gonna cum, gonna shoot it all out inside your pretty little tummy baby” Steven cooed and followed through. His cock twitched inside you you felt the spurts filling you up to the brim.

“Good girl, good. yes such a good baby” you sighed smiling at him sleepily. You stayed quite for a few minutes focusing on your breathing you felt his arms tightened around you and sighed welcoming the feeling. “Damnit, look at you baby, my pretty girl so ruined.” You hummed in response. “Gonna clean daddy up?” He asked and you nodded “whatever daddy wants” you mumbled and Marc smiled. “Yeah, clean daddy up because you’re such a messy little baby.”

You turned around once he was fully out licking up the mess of your cum mixed with his. “Good girl, look up at me” he said lifting your chin “so Fucking dazed, so cute” he scrunched his nose up at you and tapped your lips with his thumb. You dropped your mouth open and Marc leaned forward dripping spit into your mouth before you swallowed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby” he cooed and you nodded, Marc left long enough to get a wet washcloth wiping you and your legs clean. Really you should both take a shower but neither of you had the energy so he slid back in the bed allowing you to cuddle into his chest. “Goodnight pretty girl” you smiled at him “goodnight, daddy” Marc let out a hum and kissed your head.

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[sinfulseashell]

Meet Your Yandere Pt.2 (TR)

Content Warning: Yandere theme, Obssessive, Manipulative, Overprotective and Stalker behavior. Mentions of death and kidnapping. Dark Content.

A/N: Part 2 of 6. Enjoy 💖

Takashi Mitsuya: Obssessive/Overprotective Yandere (3)

How the two of you meet? Well one of the girls brought a friend to be one of his models for the dress designs he created the day before. The moment he laid eyes on you was when he knew that the two of you belonged together. The bad thing was you already had a boyfriend one that didn’t appreciate what was in front of him clearly. The lavender haired male would always watch as he would stare at the other models or even try to spit his lame ass game to Mitsuya’s workers, god this made his blood boil, and poor naive you didn’t see that always so busy just ignoring the flags presented to you. You deserved better, deserved someone like him.

In an instant you became his favorite model, he would text you whenever he needed someone to try on one of his new designs, and just like an obedient child you would come. Over time the two of you became close more or less of strangers, hell he could say almost lovers in his mind but of course you didn’t know how deeply in love with you he truly was. “God, you look beautiful.” He cooed as he fixed the straps on the dress. “Suya please. This dress you made is absolutely stunning! It’s as if…it was made for me.” You joked and twirled in the mirror to see all aspects of the design. However Mitsuya didn’t say anything about your joke, not even a laugh he just…smiled and watched you twirl around, gawking at yourself.

In reality this dress was made for you, specifically for you, shit he was thinking of you when he was putting it together. After a few minutes he was done fixing the dress and was placing his equipment away, stopping as he saw this as an opportunity to ask. “Hey. I wanted to know if you would like to accompany me this weekend? I have a few clients who like my designs and would like to see them in person. I would love to show off my favorite model.” He chuckled and licked his lips waiting for your answer. Of course you didn’t mind the comment feeling as though he was just being friendly and truly liked you modeling for him, little did you know of his true intentions. A smile appeared on your face as you nodded quickly, no hesitation or questions asked about who else would come, what a naive girl you were…perfect for him.

“Great! I’ll pick you up on Friday night. We have to be there early, ok?” He smiled seeing you grab your phone to let your idiotic boyfriend know about the “business trip” after removing the dress and handing it back he placed it in a safe bag, seeing you off. “Remember! Friday at 7!” He called out. “Got it! See you soon Suya!” You smiled and went about your merry way. Once the door closed to his workstation the smile he once held turned into a devilish smirk “Oh sweet naive baby…soon you will be in my arms. Your life would be changed…” he walked towards the locked closet using the key around his neck to unlock it revealing a beautiful wedding dress. “The two of us together…until death do us part…” he whispered as his nimble fingers glide lightly over the clean fabric, his thoughts going back to the first day the two of you met…you deserved better than what you have…you deserve to be treated better…you deserve someone better.

Someone like him.

Kisaki Tetta: Stalker/Manipulative Yandere (6)

You never truly got the chance to meet Tetta Kisaki, he just…somehow appeared in your life. The first time you noticed him was at the coffee shop you worked at, he sat at the far left corner shut off from the world as he read his book in peace and had his usual regular coffee. If you were to see this man in a crowd of people he would stand out, he was average everything about him was average. His height, his hair, hell even his tan…all average, so it made sense that you didn’t notice him right away but that doesn’t mean he didn’t notice you. He had his eye on you for quite some time now and literally knew everything about you, from your favorite color to where you stayed and eventually finding where you worked.

As you walked around and began to clean he knew where you would start and how you would slowly drift your way over to where he was sitting, god you were so predictable…but ... .that's why he fell in love. Just knowing the small things you did in your daily life made him all the more entranced with you, how could someone so sweet and naive be so…irresistible? Was it the way you did things so carelessly, or how you would trust someone so easily and not even think twice? Either way he knew how to get you and soon enough he would have you all to himself. After watching you for a while cleaning the empty tables he stood up, closing his book and walking towards the trash cans near you, throwing his coffee away and seeing you look up with that soft naive smile that always caused his heart to race. “Excuse me?” He spoke gently already knowing you didn’t like harsh men.

“I couldn’t help but notice how much of a sweet girl you are, and wanted to know if…maybe…we could go on a date?” He acted nervous, but he wasn't. It was all an act to get you to believe he was safe to be around, and you fell for it. “Of course! I get off at-“ Kisaki spoke over you with a smile. “Three. Yes I know. I’ll be back at three to come get you.” You dropped the towel feeling startled that he knew when you got off work, but his calm demeanor and soft smile calmed you instantly as he picked up the towel and handed it over to you. “Here you go, pretty girl.” With a little doubt you cleared your throat and looked at him with concerned eyes “Um…how do you know when I get off of work?” You asked this only caused him to smile again as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Well…I am here all the time. You probably don’t see me, because you know…I don’t stand out but I do always see you leave at three.” He rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked down at the floor. You sighed in relief as a small laugh slipped past your luscious lips, “Oh thank god…I thought you were watching me or something.” Both of you laughed as he shook his head and had his hands up, “Oh god no! I’m not a creepy stalker guy, but I wouldn’t be surprised if someone was that in love with you.” He smiled seeing you blush, and at that moment he knew he had you. “So I will see you after you get off. We can meet here and then go grab some lunch ok?” He smiled and took a step forward brushing some strands of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “Y-yes…at three.” The gesture caused your heart to race, and your cheeks to flush into a darker hue of red watching him walk away. He waved goodbye and walked outside the moment he turned the corner a devilish smirk played across his lips as he walked up to the black Mercedes and threw his book into the passenger seat, he turned to look into the back seat where there on the floor of the car sat some rope, chloroform and tape.

He let out a laugh as he covered his mouth slightly. “Oh…I love how naive these pretty girls can be…so desperate for love, yet….” He leaned over and unlocked his glove box pulling out a black book and opening it, every page was filled with a woman’s obituary sighing with content his fingers lightly traced the pages, “It’s a shame that none of them last that long, but you…” he stared down at a picture of you biting his lips as he kissed one of the pictures. “You make me not want to search anymore for the perfect woman…you’re all that I need, princess…and in a few hours you will be mine.” Closing the book and placing it back he drove off counting the seconds until you would finally be in his arms.

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[starlightsearches]

YOUR MAJESTY! YOUR HIGHNESS! I'm here to tell you about how much i love the riddler fic! It's just... Chefs kisses?? I still don't know the word describe your good writing so let's just say it is perfect.

Oh and i maybe here to request about... How can we say... Reader rides -and not in dominating way. I'm sorry but i'm craving for soft riding where the reader kisses all over his face.- Eddie because he is just pathetic and desperate. If you don't want write it i understand.

Have a good day/afternoon/night. 💚

All My Love

Thank you SO much, my love! You are so kind and every time I've read this message it's made me smile. I hope you enjoy 💖 Comments, reblogs and likes are all appreciated!

Requests are open but I'm slow 😬

Edward Nashton x Femme! Reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), some mild angst at the beginning, PIV sex, partially clothed sex, brief oral (m recieving), spit as lube, cream pie, dom! reader/sub! eddie dynamics if you squint real hard.

Eddie has nightmares.

That's what he told you the first time you asked him to stay over—said it like a dirty secret, with his eyes to the floor. You'd prepared for the worst, tucking yourself tight against his side beneath the covers. If he did have nightmares, though, they never disturbed your sleep. There were a few times where you might feel him shifting at your side in the wide expanse of your bed, or notice his arms wrapping tighter against your ribs while you stayed on the edges of a dream, but there was nothing beyond that. Nothing that would warrant the worry he felt.

Now though, you can feel him shaking beneath you.

The living room in Eddie's apartment is dark and cold, the sparse furniture illuminated by the blue-white light of the TV, playing old Jeopardy reruns with the volume turned off. You're stretched out across his well-loved couch, curled in tight against him, soaking in his warmth.

It almost feels like he's laughing—his silent and erratic breaths vibrating through his chest—and you bury your face tighter against the old t-shirt he wears, taking in the smell of his laundry detergent and skin.

"What's so funny, Ed?"

There's no response, just the shake of his body. Your eyelids are heavy, muscles stiff and warm from sleep and you'd like nothing more than to sink back into unconsciousness, wrapped up in his arms.

"Eddie?"

There's still no answer. His eyes are still closed, glasses askew, mouth twisted in pain. The muscles of his neck are taut and pale, shining with sweat.

Then the conversation comes back to you, from so long ago, and you're worried about it for the first time. Taking him by the shoulders, you cup your hand around his neck and try to shake him from it, but the nightmare lingers, and he fights to be released, features clenched tight. When he opens his eyes, they're wet with tears.

He blinks, staring at you without recognition, staring at you in disbelief.

"Eddie?" He flinches against your fingers as they brush though his hair.

He's breathing hard, speaking the words without pause. "Are you going to leave me?"

"What?" God. It's like he's punched a hole through your chest with the way you crumble, body a gaping wound. "Eddie, I would never."

His brows are pinched with hurt, expression puzzled, hands resting loosely at your waist ready to drop the moment you might shake him off, already preparing for you to run.

His skin is smooth and warm, familiar features flushed as you straighten his glasses and brush the hair from his eyes. You need to tell him in every way imaginable, imprinting the words against his skin with the tips of your fingers.

"I love you, Eddie."

Had you said those words before? You'd thought them plenty, in the most mundane moments. His fingers curling around a freshly washed plate as you handed it to him, wiping the stray droplets off with a towel. Finding a note pinned to the fridge long after he's left in the morning. A cup of coffee rested beside you on the table, made just the way you like without having to ask. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Eddie looks at you like he's witnessing a miracle. He looks at you like he's waiting to wake up from an impossible dream.

He licks his trembling lips before he speaks, and the word comes out jagged. "Really?"

He pulls you against him without waiting for an answer, without even really believing it, his hot, open mouth against yours, tongue slipping between your teeth even though you must taste stale with sleep. You can feel yourself smiling against him, feel his whispered I love you, too, spoken against your lips.

It's cold in Eddie's apartment, but he's so god damn warm when you're like this, pressed chest to chest, your body wrapped in the hoodie he let you borrow and his hot hands slipping beneath the hem, gripping tightly at the skin of your hips.

You let your lips wander from his, tracing down his cheek, tongue darting out to clear the salty remnants of his tears from his skin. His hair tickles against your cheek, and you press closer, your lips just brushing his ear.

"Can I show you how much I love you?"

You're consumed by the sound of his breathing. Consumed by the harsh yes he whispers, by the impatient shift of his hips. He's already hard for you—clothed cock pressed heavily against your thigh—and there are so many things that you love about Eddie but this is definitely one of your favorites.

You slip your legs from the sweats you're wearing, and the cold air bites at your skin as you shift, straddling Eddie's thighs.

He reaches for you, long fingers cupping your bare skin, tracing down between your legs. You take his wrist in your hand.

"Not right now, Eddie. I wanna make you feel good first."

You prop his hand on your waist, sitting forward on your knees, letting the pattern of the upholstery and the places where it's worn away make imprints on your skin. He inhales sharply as you pull the waistband of his pajama pants down around his thighs, his dick bright red, flooded with blood in anticipation of your touch. Your thumb brushes tenderly over the head of his cock, collecting the shining smear of his pre-cum on your skin. He bucks against your hand.

Spit pools against your teeth, mouth aching to be filled, ready to digest him, to swallow him whole. The muscles in his thighs grow tighter as you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to the head of his dick. When you take him in between your lips, his back arches from the cushions, whimpering an apology.

You coat him with your saliva, stroking one hand gently over the shaft until little bubbles of it pool in the little hairs at the base, circling your tongue around the tip.

You pull back, lips shining, collecting the taste of him on your tongue. "Are you ready for me?"

He nods, face flushed and sweaty. Long fingers bury themselves in the excess material of your hoodie, holding you in place as you move to straddle his hips.

Eddie feels so good inside you. He always feels so good, but there's something different about it now, something crystalline and rare growing in the pit of your stomach as the head of his cock breaches your folds. The ache of that stretch feels holy as you sink lower, shifting down and down until skin meets skin.

His chest rises and falls beneath your hands; he stares up at you with wide eyes, brimming with gratitude and tears, pink lips parting as you begin to shift your hips.

God. Fuck. Your skin grows tight, the space around your cunt tingling with each thrust as he hits your right where you need him, your sharp breaths turning into soft moans.

His hands are caressing your stomach, moving slowly beneath the hoodie—soaked with your sweat—cupping your breasts, almost shy, despite everything. His moistened palms massage over your skin, fingers pinching your nipples into stiff peaks and you throw your head back, grinding down further to chase the spark of pleasure he's created.

"Does that-" he's having a hard time catching his breath, unable to find the air needed to speak the words, "does that feel good?"

The moisture in your breath condenses on his face when you lean closer. "Don't stop."

You kiss him hard between breaths, press kisses against the tip of his nose and the frame of his glasses, kiss his warm, pink lips even though your jaw is tight and the ripples of pleasure are threatening to become a wave, ready to drown you at any moment.

"I'm gonna cum, Eddie," you warn him, and he nods, so willing to please you even though this was supposed to be about him. Your lips are at his cheek, his neck, the time between erased in the bright blur, light pulsing behind your eyes as he cums inside you with a keening whine, and your body finally gives in and goes under.

He rides you through his own orgasm—bucking his hips weakly, cum spilling from your swollen cunt with each shift, coating your already sticky skin—and you let the pleasure of it build again, accepting the raw live-wire spark in the pit of your stomach.

You run your lips over his hairline, down the bones of his cheek, and his body shakes with quiet laughter.

"I love you, Eddie."

He's still shaking when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close, his smiling lips finding your temple. This time—you think—he actually believes it.

[misguidedswagger]

Yours Truly, RK800 (Connor X Reader)

A/n: Hello, and welcome to my first multi-part fic here on tumblr!  I'm gonna do my best to make this as enjoyable as possible, but please bear with me as I have never written anything like this before! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy! Also, fair warning, this will not be entirely canon. *Yes, the switch between 'his/him/it/its/etc.' is 100% intentional. Summary:  '"The fuck is that thing doing here?" Hank grumbled, causing you to turn around.  An Android walked into the office, scanning the area for someone. The android turned it's head as it approached the two of you,

"Are you Lieutenant Anderson?" Your uncle sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, and what the fuck's it to ya?" He retorted. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." ‘ ~ Hank Anderson being your uncle came with a lot of positives and negatives. You had to deal with people always insulting him when no one knew what had happened to make your uncle the way he was, but, he loved you like his own child. He always talked positively, even when you were being a little shit which is why it was surprising but also not surprising when he got you a job in his city's police force. One day an android is sent to assist your uncle with android deviancy related crimes, replacing you. As angry as it makes you, you can tell your uncle doesn't like the Android either. When he convinces your captain to let the three of you stick together, what will happen? Chapter One

You yawned tiredly, sipping your coffee as you pushed open the door of the police station with your hip. You greeted everyone cheerfully, walking to your desk. You placed your coffee on your desk, then on your uncle's. "Rise and shine, Uncle Hank!" You said obnoxiously, startling a sleeping Hank. With a choke and sputter, your now awake uncle cursed at you.

"The fuck ya doin', Y/n?! Can't get a damn break from you, ya little shit..." He complained, shaking his head. His eyes trailed to the cup of coffee now sitting on his desk, "For me?" He asked, picking up the cup as he sniffed it.  You rolled your eyes, "No, it's for Reed." You spoke a little louder than you'd expected to and Reed's head perked up in your direction. Before he could open his mouth, Hank cut him off. "Still not a chance, Shitbrain." Hearing his insult, you nearly spit out the coffee in your mouth. 

"Shitbrain?! That's a new one!" You laughed after swallowing the coffee. The man simply shrugged and spoke, "Seemed right." Hank gave you a lopsided smile. You could almost feel the disappointment from Reed all the way across the office. However, Hank’s smile was immediately wiped off his face when he looked past you. 

"The fuck is that thing doing here?" he grumbled, causing you to turn around.  A tall man had walked into the office, scanning the area for something or someone. Upon finding what he was looking for, he walked to where you were standing next to Hank. Upon first glance, you noticed how attractive he was.  He adjusted his tie and completely ignored you, annoying you quite a bit. "Are you Lieutenant Anderson?" Hank sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, and what the fuck's it to ya?" He retorted. You scanned the individual once again, anger and disgust filling you. It was a fucking. android. 

Your face scrunched up as it introduced itself. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." "Oh Jesus Christ." You and your uncle spoke in unison. If you hadn't been so annoyed, you both would have laughed at that. The android began to speak again, "I was sent by Cyberlife to be your partner in Android Deviancy cases." It explained, and though you weren't impressed you decided to humor it. "My model, RK800, was designed specifically to help with police investigations." You raised a brow and finally decided to speak up. 

"Well not burst your bubble, android , but I am his partner." You said venomously. The android scanned you and you hated it. "You're Detective L/n." It began, causing you to scowl. "Yeah." You agreed, urging it to continue. "You've been staying with your Uncle Hank since your parents died. I am sorry for your loss." You almost lost your grip on the coffee cup you were holding and Hank noticed, "Get on with it, already!" He almost yelled at it. The LED light on the side of his head began to flash yellow and it seemed he took a mental note of sorts. It returned to blue before he began speaking again. "I do not mean to...how do humans say it..." Once again, his LED circled a dark yellow. " 'Burst your bubble', but I am replacing you as Lieutenant Anderson's partner."

 ~

Bursting into Captain Fowler's office with your Uncle and Connor in tow, your eyes were wild with rage. He turned around to face you and he let out a small hum of understanding. “So, the android’s here…” he said calmly. You took a breath to calm your voice, the anger still never leaving your eyes. You’d always been the more level-headed out of you and your uncle. “Yeah...Yeah, it’s here…What’s this about it replacing me?!” You accidentally shouted at the Captain, earning a glare from Uncle Hank. You murmured an apology under your breath, more focused on potentially being replaced by a robot. 

Your Captain stood from his desk and walked around it, sitting on the edge as he folded his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s out of my hands, Cyberlife directly has told me that the two of them have to work together.” Your eyes widened, “Are you fucking serious…?” You breathed out, shocked. Fowler nodded, “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I wish I could do more but I have to follow orders.” You were speechless with anger. You threw your hands up in the air and let them rest in your hair. “So what do I do now?” You asked no one in particular, trying to wrap your mind around the news. “The best I could do for you is put you on desk duty for their cases. Do you still want to be involved?” Fowler asked you. 

Turning back to him you held your head in your hands, closing your eyes as a headache began to grow in your temples. “Yeah, yeah...Fine, sure. Whatever. Thank you Captain.” You trailed off, rubbing your temples. Leaving the Captain’s office, you went and sat at your desk, seeing the files start to pop up on your desk. You reached into your desk drawer and pulled out painkillers, taking them for your now throbbing migraine. Today couldn’t get any worse, or so you thought. You thought wrong, Gavin sauntered up to your desk, “Aw, did the little baby get kicked to the curb for an android?” He teased, “I guess we’ll be spending more and more time together than, honey.” 

You groaned loudly, “Gavin, for once in your fucking life, shut the fuck up!” You stood now, both fists clenched at your sides. You heard someone clear their throat and you looked over to see an angry Hank and confused Android. Gavin didn’t recognize the look, but you did and smiled to yourself before crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You heard ‘em, Reed.” Hank spoke lowly, shooting daggers at the man attempting to flirt with you. “Get a damn move on.” He stated angrily. Gavin rolled his eyes before turning around and making his way back to his desk. You plopped back into your seat, sighing. “You gonna be okay, kiddo?” Hank asked, rubbing your shoulder lightly. Resting your head in your hands, you nodded. “Yeah, Uncle Hank. I’ll live.” With a comforting pat, he nodded at you. Even though you didn’t see it, he knew you understood. “Jeffrey said you would be on standby, so call if you find anything interesting and be available for a call. Be safe, kiddo. Call if you need anything .” With a final glare to Reed, Hank and the android left the office.

 ~

Hours upon hours had passed and you were still at the office waiting for your Uncle and his brand new companion to come back. It was now a little over 9 at night, meaning the pair had been gone for over 4 hours. You were wearing Hank’s headphones, blasting Knights of the Black Death, one of your favorite bands. You were leaning back in your chair with your feet propped up on the edge of the desk, tossing a crumpled piece of paper up and down. You stared at the ceiling watching the ball move up and down, sighing quietly. Out of nowhere, Hank’s face was suddenly above you and you yelled. “Agh, Jesus!” You would’ve tumbled out of the chair if he hadn’t had his hands on the chair’s back. Hank let out a loud guffaw at your reaction, “Now we’re even.” 

He said before walking in front of you. With your heart still racing, you groaned in annoyance. Sitting up, Hank cut you off before you query about the case. He held up a hand,  “Hang on, I already know what you’re gonna ask. I have to go fill in Fowler, so why don’t you just come in too so you can hear the explanation? I’d rather not tell the same story twice.” You hopped out of your chair faster than your uncle could even blink. You placed the headphones back down on his desk, the music still playing as you both walked to your Captain’s office. While you and your uncle were with Fowler, you were completely oblivious to the android poking around both you and your uncle’s desks. Connor saw the headphones and thought to himself, What better way to get to know Hank than seeing what music he likes? The android slipped the headphones over his ears and heard heavy metal blasting. He took a moment to analyze the music and figured out the name of the music playing. He also scanned his chair, seeing dog hairs all over the back of the chairs. Another mental note made . Connor heard the smallest shift of weight and immediately knew that both of you were coming out and he placed the headphones down, awkwardly sitting next to Hank’s desk. Hank gave Connor a weird look then looked back at you, Connor then stood up and approached the older man. “Where could I sit and organize myself?” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shrugging him off. He gestured blindly at the desk behind his, “You can take the empty desk behind mine.” Connor nodded and did exactly that.

Hank sat at his desk and began to open the files you’d forwarded to him. Noticing from his earlier scan of his desk, Connor began to question Hank, “What’s your dog’s name?” Both you and Hank looked at Connor, slightly alarmed. “How’d you know I had a-? Nevermind.” He trailed off, not noticing Connor was still expecting an answer. Hank sighed, “Sumo. I call him Sumo.” Connor smiled and you shook your head in disbelief as you muttered, “Creepy.” under your breath. “Detective, know that my hearing is very good. I can hear your heartbeat from over here.” It told you, scaring you slightly. You said nothing and sighed to yourself, shaking your head. The android turned its attention back to the Lieutenant, “Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music.  It’s…full of energy.” Once again, both of your heads shot up.Hank took the words directly out of your mouth, “You listen to heavy metal?” You leaned forward on your palm, intrigued. How’d it know to specifically ask about that band? Was he snooping around? Was he planning something sinister?

 Whatever the answer was, you wanted to see the android attempt to get itself out of the situation it had gotten itself into. You almost laughed at its answer,  “I don’t really listen to music, as such… but I’d like to.” While Hank gave him a look, you stood up and walked next to him, leaning on the back of his chair. You listened to the music I left playing on his desk, didn’t you, Connor? You thought to yourself. 

Maybe Hank working with an android will be interesting

[sukirichi]

— just the two of us

request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn't get it🤣

pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader

notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~

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Gojo doesn’t know whether he’s lucky – or completely cursed – over the fact you’ve got no idea he’s so in love with you.

It’s a bright sunny morning, perfect for outdoor training, and he walks with you all the way to school with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stretch your arms out in the sky to bask in the morning glow and warmth of the sun, sleeves pushed up to your forearms to “get that vitamin D.”

Satoru snickers at your statement, because you’d totally be getting a different kind of Vitamin D if only you’d notice him. Sometimes he wonders, if maybe you’d inherited the Six Eyes instead of him, would you finally be able to see him – or would you still remain unaware?

He doesn’t even know where it began. A year ago, Yaga introduced you as the newest staff member. You’d been so fidgety and nervous then, unsure of what to do and worried if maybe the kids wouldn’t love. They did, of course, how could they not. Not only were you extremely fun to be with, you’re also caring, fretting and even crying whenever one of the students got injured over a mission.

Shoko reminds you all the time that this should be normal for you by now, but you always cry every time, sobbing that they’re still only kids and should be out having fun.

Yeah, maybe that’s where it began. Your kindness struck a chord in Satoru’s heart, and before he knew it, he was falling for you. Hard. Next thing you know, he shows up five minutes before you leave for work, mock-saluting you before inviting you to breakfast. He does this every damn day, and you still don’t get a single thing.

“That café was really good,” you muse, fingers stretching outwards and giggling as the sun peeks through the spaces. Satoru sighs beside you, wanting nothing more than to slip his fingers through those softer ones. “We should go back there sometime. Maybe even take the kids with us this weekend so we can all have breakfast together!”

Satoru masks a snicker with a cough. It reminds him of the time Megumi called you mom and dad by accident, to which you happily responded with before tackling the boy in hugs, while the strongest jujutsu sorcerer only flushed in embarrassment.

Him being him though, Satoru played it off cool, flipping his hair before striking a pose. “Huh, a dad?” he smirks, “The only person who gets to call me daddy would be no one else but Y/N.”

The raven haired first year student immediately recoils in disgust. Meanwhile, the innuendo flies straight through you, and you peer up at him innocently with your head tilted to the side. “Daddy? Why would I call you my dad? My father is still alive and well, and I don’t see you marrying my mom or anything,” Just as Megumi nearly howls in laughter – another evidence that you’re really something else to get the usually stoic boy to lose his composure like that – you snap your fingers, the light bulb above your head practically shining. “Oh, I get it! You prefer younger women and you want them to call you that! Kind of like the hype for onii-chan nowadays.”

Hopeless, Satoru wants to say, you’re absolutely, utterly hopeless.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, sending a smirk your way. It usually drives everyone crazy, but you only smile back up at him in the same way you smile with everyone, and he tries his best to not show his shoulders are deflating. Nevertheless, he doesn’t give up. “How about you and I go out somewhere this weekend? The movies, perhaps?”

Say yes, say yes – please say yes.

Really though, he’s waiting for that ‘no’ already. Satoru knows you always go out of town during the weekends to visit your family in the countryside, only coming back on Monday the next week with a basket of fruits and traditional goods that isn’t so easy to find in the city.

But then you clasp your hands together in excitement, lashes fluttering delicately as you beam up at him. “Really? You’d like to go to the movies with me?”

“Of course I would,” Satoru tries not to stutter, hiding the fact that he’s completely taken aback. He’s the Gojo Satoru for heaven’s sake, he shouldn’t be this affected by anyone’s presence. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Oh, nothing, I just thought you were busy. This Saturday, then?”

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it’s actually happening – his mind was barely functioning at this point, and he even slapped his cheeks to snap him back to life. “I thought there was a fly,” he lied with a chuckle, “But yeah, Saturday. I’ll pick you up?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Satoru wouldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the school. Even when Yuuji had face planted into the ground and Megumi sprained his ankle from training, he wasn’t able to get rid of the ridiculously big smile that stretched across his lips. He’s floating in cloud nine, flowers erupting from his ears and heart-shaped emojis bursting in his background.

“Well, you look creepy,” Shoko commented in the faculty room the moment you excused yourself, “Did you land a date with her or something?”

“That I did,” he stated proudly, even banging his fist on his chest like a deranged form of King Kong.

“I can only hope Y/N makes it out alive,” Nanami announces from behind the newspaper he’s reading, legs crossed over another before he peeks above the paper, narrowed eyes dead set on the blindfolded man. “Don’t be too wild with her, Satoru. She’s a gentle soul despite being a sorcerer – I humbly suggest you don’t mess with her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s the one messing with my feelings by being so fucking cute all the time!”

“Who’s cute?”

Shoko nearly spits out her coffee the moment you enter, glancing around the room and sitting down next to a shock-still Satoru. Nanami only huffs in his seat with a shake of his head. It doesn’t take long before Satoru regains his confidence and recovers from his shock – he’s turned to you with his torso completely facing your way.

You bask in the attention, mimicking the gesture until your faces are mere inches from one another. The fact you’re so responsive and attentive to him yet still painfully naïve strikes a mental war of himself debating whether he wants to kiss you or knock your head upside down. Satoru chooses neither options as he leans closer, his smile growing wider when you don’t pull away, and he doesn’t stop moving until his lips are right beside the shell of your ear.

“You’re cute.”

Shoko shudders at the same time Nanami just gives up on everything, folding his paper and lying that he’s got someplace to go with Ichiji. Satoru patiently waits for your reaction; for you to crumble this time around.

You’re silent for a moment, brows almost right across each other when you register his words. Satoru ends up holding his breath for your next words, wondering: is this it? will she finally understand what I feel for her now?

Even Shoko ends up sitting at the edge of her seat, silently watching the exchange with interest barely hidden in her sparkling eyes. Satoru watches as your lips open, his eyes transfixed on the way the soft flesh moves. They tilt upwards, revealing a set of a wide smile – the smile he can never get enough of. “Thank you!” you giggle at his compliment, “You and Shoko are very cute too! And the kids too, especially Toge! Not that I’m saying he’s my favourite—”

“He’s definitely your favourite student,” snorts Shoko who is ignoring the way Satoru turns completely gray beside you.

It turns out you still haven’t figured it out after all.

“The kids this – the kids that,” the tall, lanky man whines, his head falling back on the back of the leather couch. He looks so utterly defeated you can’t help but lean over him to check if he’s okay, but Satoru pouts and hides his face under his uniform instead. “Why can it never be just the two of us?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

This time, you’ve kneeled on the couch to hover him. You even pluck one side of his blindfold off to see how he’s doing, and suddenly thankful you can’t see the way his cheeks are absolutely flaming right now. 

“Nothing,” he assures, his smile hidden behind his shirt. You look absolutely adorable hovering over him like that – eyes wide and lips pouty – what he wouldn’t give to kiss those lips right now, but it isn’t the right time, and Satoru just needs to find a better way to tell you how he feels. “It’s nothing.”

It’s absolutely not nothing.

Saturday couldn’t come faster.

Satoru finds himself willing time to go faster. Once the awaited day finally comes, he wastes no time in choosing his best outfit; an oversized black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans before styling his hair up the way he likes.

He winks at his reflection in the mirror, going ooh and aah at how hot he looks. It’s another reason why he can’t comprehend why you don’t like him yet, when, uhm, he knows he looks damn good? He’s pretty funny too – and his strength and power is already a no-brainer. Satoru can’t wrap his head around any possible reason why you wouldn’t like him; it’s basically a life or death mission at this point.

With that end goal in his mind and a spritz of perfume later, Satoru sashays out his apartment. Even though it’s already dark outside and he spent the whole day walking back and forth in his room trying to come up with ways to confess to you, he acts coolly all the way to your apartment.

This time around, he’s more than confident. He’s going to have you wrapped around his pretty little finger, “Wow,” is the first thing he says, pulling his blindfold down just to look at you.

Satoru feels blessed in that exact moment to witness how the heavens took their time with you, creating only the best out of the best and birthing the most magnificent person ever. Suddenly, he grows an urge to run to the countryside and thank your parents for going funky one night and creating you, because you’re an absolutely magnificent gift and it really baffles him how you’re real.

“Wow,” he repeats again, and you chuckle when he shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you look him up and down, smiling in satisfaction. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Satoru’s been called handsome a million times before that it’s gotten too much in his head already, but hearing it come from your lips hits different. If he was excited before, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now when you loop your arm through his, dangling off his arm like you were a lover.

He knows it’s not real and this is probably just a friendly date for you – something he intends to clear up later – but it doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest up a bit, almost as if bragging to everyone around you that he was the one you’re with, and that he was the one you’re going to the movies with.

All your babbles about everything goes straight into one ear and out the other. He wants to listen to you, he really does, but he’s so intoxicated with your voice that he just ends up nodding at everything you say; his attention mostly on how sweet you sound and smell.

His feelings only intensify a hundred times more when you finally make it to the theatre. Not only is it dark, but you’re sitting right next to him, arms and thighs brushing against each other. He takes note of every little movement you make, smiling to himself when you don’t pull away from his thigh flush against yours.

In this close proximity, your perfume overwhelms his senses. He finds himself leaning closer just to get a little more taste of it, his arm resting on the armrest beside him and placing his cheek on his open palm.

He doesn’t even know what the movie is about. All he can see, hear, feel and recognize is you – nothing and no one but you. Just as he wanted, it’s just the two of you.

Satoru reaches out to the bowl of popcorn in his lap to distract himself from the need of kissing you already. He was so smug that he’s on this date with you; now he feels like the world is laughing and mocking at him because you’re so close yet so far away. The last thing he wants is to say something weird and have you running for the hills. It’s clear you don’t like him, after all.

You end up reaching for it the same time he does, making your fingers brush. It sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and he immediately retracts it.

Looking up at him with an apologetic smile, Satoru knows he’s messed up. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender with a nervous chuckle. “I should’ve gotten my own bowl instead.”

Satoru stares at you through his blindfold. You’re close enough that he can count your lashes – both top and bottom row – and he’s so stupefied at this point that he just says the first thing that comes to his mind; absolutely anything just to get your attention. “Cold,” he shows you his hand, “I’m cold.”

“Oh,” you nod and slip your fingers through his. Satoru nearly gasps at how electrifying the sensation is from having your smaller, softer fingers collide with his, your hands fitting perfectly in his bigger, calloused ones. Then, you close your intertwined hands and smush your cheek with it to transfer your heat – completely unaware that Satoru feels like he’s floating in his own Infinite Void right now. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Extremely.”

Something beast-like wakes within him after that. Now that he knows you don’t mind touching him at all, Satoru can’t help but want to take out all his playing cards and just go fuck it. So he does – and he might regret, he might not – who cares? It’s just the two of you, and you’re the only one he ever cares about this much that he’d pretty much let you do anything at this point.

“You know,” Satoru begins, shifting until your joined hands are resting on top of his chest. His heart is just about ready to burst through its confines at this moment, but he holds back. It’s now or never. “Shoko and Nanami are annoyed that I talk about you all the time.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Really? Do you talk badly about me or something?”

“No,” he nearly groans in frustration, “You’re really pretty and cool. You’re amazing during missions, too, when you fight, it’s like I’m witnessing a warrior princess. So cool.”

This makes you laugh until the person sitting behind you rudely shushes you. You bow your head in apology, turning to Satoru with a softer smile this time; one that looks reserved and private compared to your big grins. “Oh, no,” he closes his eyes even behind his blindfold, “Don’t smile at me like that. I don’t think I’ll still be cool if I end up stuttering over my words.”

“Satoru!” you whisper-hiss, although your chest is filled with so much giddiness too that you’ve both forgotten about the movie; unaware that the entire theatre was crying over the main character’s friend’s death. “What are you going on about?”

He wants to laugh so damn hard. He thought confessing his feelings for you would end up in a pitiful heartbreak that you’d be weirded out and push him away. For a moment, he forgets it’s you, and that nothing is ever difficult or painful with you – other than, of course, you being oblivious, but that isn’t something he can’t fix. He’ll get you on the train one way or another.

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I was practicing how to ask you out for a whole hour in the mirror,” Satoru whispers, careful to not ruin the melancholic mood of theatre. It doesn’t even surprise him that his world is filled with nothing but sunshine even if the world around you has descended into grief and loneliness. “I also called Nanami on first date tips.”

“Nanami?” you echo with a gasp, “Why Nanami?”

“Because he’s married, that’s why. Mans know some tips for sure.”

“Wait, so,” you chuckle nervously, and Satoru waits, waits for you to pull away or push him back – anything that would indicate discomfort. He’s patient the whole time, watching carefully as you only squeeze his hand and gesture to the both of you with your free one. “This is a date? Our first date?”

“Only if you want to be,” Satoru shrugs, grimacing afterwards at how sappy he sounds. “Well, I actually consider this our first date and I’ve been waiting for this for like forever now, so I sure as hell hope you want this too. I didn’t dress myself up today only to come back home crying.”

Satoru’s heart – if possible – only beats crazier and sings the syllables of your name when you start laughing harder to the point you have to muffle it by burying yourself in his bicep. He feels like his muscles and nerves could erupt at any moment. It’s crazy – absolutely insane – how you have him wrapped around your finger like this. He doesn’t complain though; he never will.

“I’m glad,” you mumble through his shirt, your erratic heartbeat matching kiss when you take the first tentative step of kissing his jaw.

Satoru stiffens underneath you, a low growl ripping from his throat. He’s feral, wild, drunk at the sight and scent of you. You make him feel like he’s fluctuating between dimensions, all the planets just crashing on one another until the stardust is left in your eyes because what else could be an explanation for what he’s feeling other than a supernova collision of hearts?

“You always make me feel so happy when you’re around that I still can’t believe you feel the same way. I was so worried that maybe you wouldn’t get my hints.”

Satoru groans, “What the hell? How long have you liked me?”

“I guess when you started bringing flowers to Megumi randomly just to piss him off.”

Satoru wants to rip his hair out. That was just a few weeks after you’ve started working with him, meaning you both have liked each other this whole time and he’s been suffering and feeling stupid just for nothing?

“God, Y/N,” he mutters to himself, “You really do know how to make a man go crazy, huh?”

That innocent smile on your face lets him know that as usual, you’re oblivious of everything. Satoru is right; he still can’t decide whether he wants to whack you in the head upside down. With a sigh, he ends up choosing the latter, nearly falling over his seat when you let out a surprised yelp at the feeling of his lips on yours.

It doesn’t take long before you grab onto his shirt and cling to dear life, laughter bubbling through your lips as you kiss. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life, but Satoru doesn’t rush anything.

With you and only with you is he ever capable of feeling like it’s just the two of you in a world filled with chaos and destruction.

[meetmymouth]

love on tour: the rival

if the moon smiled, she would resemble you – Sylvia Plath, ‘The Rival’

part one

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

read part one here

She felt inadequate.

She felt guilty, ashamed that she’d just up and left without any explanation. He deserved one, an explanation of what was going on in her head that she felt the need to leave. Though, she thought herself to be a coward when it came to that; communication. So now, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, she still feels inadequate, almost like a cheater– like she’s just wasting his time.

She shakes her head, trying not to notice the defeat on his face. “I– we shouldn’t talk about this tonight. I’m here to support you–”

“–Bullshit,” he spits, fingers running through his damp hair. “You’re fucking me over. Coming here, showing up here… you’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything! I’m here because I know this is important to you.”

“Yeah? Well, you fucked with my head, again. Like you always do… like you did the last time you left. I mean– fuck. I should hate you. You knew I’d get all pathetic and beg for you to come back to me because when have I ever stood a chance when it comes to you?”

“Harry…” she tries. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking– I only wanted to show some support. I’ll–” she looks around at the empty room, trying to locate her bag. No luck. “I’ll go.”

She turns around. Harry follows.

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Go,” he says, nodding. “You do a fantastic job at that.”

So she does.

She leaves, her heavy heart and dignity staying behind right where she’d left them, under Harry’s feet. She wanders the streets, quite possibly getting lost before she remembers her phone in her bag so she calls for an Uber to take her back to the hotel. During the ride, all she can think about is the look on Harry’s face, the defeat, the frown, just like how it was when she first left months ago. She curses at herself for turning up again, and like Harry suggested, fucking with his head when things were stable: sure, neither of them were happy, but at least they had the will to get out of the bed and go on with their days.

She murmurs a ‘thank you’ to the driver, and walks inside the building, quickly walking towards the lifts that would take her to her floor. The smell of perfume comes as alien when she first enters her room, reminding her of the excitement that was bubbling up inside her before she’d left her hotel room and took an Uber to the venue. Now, it all seems pointless, empty, pathetic, the smell and the suitcase laying wide open with clothes spilling out of it on the bed. She’d just gone and fucked it all up.

She tries so hard not to think about his eyes when she closes hers and waits for her pink, magic pills to knock her out.

Her arms, hugging her body in the morning, reminds her of Harry, the way he just seemed to fit into her body in the mornings and carved love-poems into her skin while never once letting go of her. He would press kisses down the side of her neck, not caring about the dampness of her skin, or the morning breath when she would let out a gasp as his tongue travelled all the way down to her bare chest, leaving behind secrets and untold stories of the greatest love they’d both like to keep a secret.

It hurts, being the only person hugging her body at the crack of dawn, stomach growling as her eyes beg her to stay shut a little longer, possibly showing the effects of the pill she’d taken last night. Still, she opens them, squinting more or less while she tries to adjust her eyes to the light coming from between the ugly, blue curtains. When she’s fully awake, a cup of coffee downed and concealer set under her eyes to cover the bags, she begins putting every little thing she sees on her bed and the floor into her carry-on, just so she’s ready for the check out when it’s time to do so.

What she doesn’t expect when she opens the door is Harry.

Harry, dressed in a black hoodie, sunglasses on top of his head while he looks at her, eyes clearly tired with the bags beginning to form underneath already. When she looks ahead, she sees a man, pressed against the wall where the lifts are, and she knows he’s there with Harry.

“What are you doing here?”

“So welcoming, aren’t you?”

She shakes her head, briefly glancing at the watch she’s wearing. “I have an hour until I need to check out. Do you… did you want to come in?”

“Yes,” Harry nods, then turns around, and nods at the tall man, too.

“He’s not coming in, is he?”

He gives a brief smile, despite the weird atmosphere surrounding them. “No, Gail is definitely not coming in.”

Once inside, carry-on and her bag still by the door, she decides to take the only seat in the room while Harry looks around for a moment, seemingly assessing the hotel room. He walks to the double bed quietly and perches atop, eyes never leaving hers as he does so. They don’t say much for a couple of minutes, only their breathing and the traffic outside accompanying the dead silence of the room, though Harry seems determined to end it with furrowed brows and puckered forehead.

“When I saw you last night,” he begins, and a deep breath follows. “I thought, ‘fuck, this is really happening’. I thought… you’re here, right? You’re here, and you’re with me. You’re back–”

She feels the need to interrupt, heart in shambles at the fact that she might’ve given him false hope.

“–I’m sorry. I didn’t think how it would affect you; me being there.”

“No, you– I understand. I’m just… still hoping, I guess. Was.”

“Was?”

He clears his throat again, hands in front of him. “Do you still want me? Want us?”

Does she?

Does she?

Of course, I want you, she wants to scream, shout, fall to her knees and cry.

She wanted him so much it caused her an unbearable amount of pain, every morning, every night, every living hour. She was unreliable, has been unreliable and unreachable– that much was true. When Harry wanted them to become something more than a ‘fling’–they definitely were more than that–she got scared, as she always did, and ran. She left him in bed, naked and the previous night still evident on his body, and ran away. Just like that.

Then she came back, because she would do anything and everything just to be able to kiss his lips, hold his hand again. And Harry tried. He tried all the time, talking her through things, telling her how wonderful they would be if she’d just give in. She just wasn’t cut out for a relationship with someone like him– someone so perfect. At least this was her excuse.

But now, having him in front of her, she feels different. She feels defeated. Open. Open for him, open to anything he would bring into her life, anything that would come from and with him.

“I want you, Harry,” she murmurs as she plays with the ring on her thumb. “I want you all the time. I’m just– I’m not a good person to be in a relationship with.”

“And who told you that,” his hands clench on his lap.

“I did. Because I know it’s true.”

“Can’t you see how fucking in love with you I am? How crazy you make me– how this hide-and-seek game of yours is making me feel? I’m done,” he says her name, the letters falling from his lips in a practiced manner.

It makes her insides hurt.

“This,” she says. “Is not a game, Harry– I swear I’m not playing with you. I love you–”

“–I love you, too, you know how much I love you.”

“But–”

He shakes his head, brows furrowed. “No– don’t say ‘but’.”

“You deserve someone reliable. Someone normal. Who’s always there for you.”

“You’re always there for me– you were, last night. You didn’t have to come, but you did,” he tries to argue, still shaking his head like it’s the only thing he knows.

“I wanted to see you.”

“I did, too. You wanted to see me, you wanted to be there for me.”

“Harry… please.”

He gets on his feet, and it’s scary, knowing he might just leave. Ironic, she thinks, how the very thought makes her lose it.

“Come back to me, baby, I know you want that,” he steps closer to her, getting on his knees by her feet. “I can see it in your eyes. Just give in.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Tour bus leaves tonight. At seven o’clock sharp. I’ll be in St. Louis tomorrow–”

“–Harry,” she shakes her head, hands coming to rest on his cheek. It’s cold.

“–I’ll wait. I will wait until seven. I’m not moving until you come back to me,” he places his hand on hers, squeezing as she thumbs at his stubble. “I have to go now. But– I’ll wait.”

He gets up, her hand falling on her lap with the movement, and he leaves. Just like that.

The telephone rings after a while of her just sitting on that uncomfortable chair, bringing her back to reality, and there’s someone with a Southern accent kindly asking her if she’s ready to check out now. And she is. She’s ready to check out. Of everything, and of Harry’s life.

It’s quarter past one when she’s just standing in front of the hotel, waiting for her Uber, and she realises she has nowhere to go but a Starbucks– which she’d inserted whilst trying to book a car. She knows nearly no one in the States, and everyone she knows, Harry does too. Despite that, she still takes her phone out as she gets comfortable in the backseat, and looks through her contacts. She doesn’t even take that long to decide on a name before she presses the call button, and waits for the person to pick up.

Once seated, it only takes that person half an hour to arrive, and she immediately feels home when she sees the familiar face walking through the crowds of people, dressed in a yellow jumper and ripped jeans as he stands in front of her with open arms which she throws herself into.

“You’re lucky I’m not leaving until seven,” Harry Lambert says jokingly, hand rubbing circles on her back as they embrace each other.

“I’m a lucky gal.”

“That you are, sweetheart. I’m just gonna order a cold brew, d’ya want anything,” he nods at her latte. She declines.

He comes back in no time, straw already in his mouth as he slurps away, and it makes her smile, the familiarity of him and everything that comes with it.

“Sorry if I’m holding you back from your tour duties,” she smiles, but it’s a broken one. He doesn’t point it out.

Lambert just snorts, placing his drink on the table. “No, it’s all good. As I said, I’m not that busy today. You’re all right.”

“Thanks. I just know no one here and have nowhere to go.”

“You know me!”

She smiles, and takes a tiny sip from her drink. “Does he know you’re here?”

He shakes his head, brows furrowing. “No. I didn’t see him today. Are you– leaving tonight? For good?”

It’s a reasonable question, she thinks, and he has every right to ask.

“Yes.”

He nods, but the expression on his face is hard.

She knows he wants to say something, wants to argue, and to tell her to stay. Though, none of it happens as he just sits there, the both of them in comfortable silence as they sip their drinks. But in true Harry Lambert fashion, he cracks soon enough with a sigh.

“He loves you, you know,” he says, and nods, as if to make his argument stronger.

“I know. I love him, too.”

“Remember when I found you lot snogging after The Grammys? You kept telling us you were just friends still, but we– Jeff and I, figured it was more than that.”

“Harry…”

“Sorry. I’m just– I love you both very, very much, okay? And– he’s hurting.”

“I know. That’s why I’m not in his life.”

He groans. “But you are. You’re a big part of his life, how can you not see that?”

“I want the best for him.”

“But you’re leaving, how is that good for him?”

She sighs, watching the foam disappear slowly in her cup. “I keep hurting him. So, I’m leaving. For good, this time. I won’t pop up every once in a while. I know that’s not good for him.”

“Babe.”

“What?”

“He wants you,” Lambert takes a sip from his drink. “He wants you permanently. You leaving again, for good, will crush him. So bad. And– look, I love you, but I love him, too; I’m scared he won’t be able to recover after you leave. Again.”

Harry Lambert leaves after two hours, and she finds herself scrolling through plane tickets on her phone. She finds one, for three in the morning, and she figures waiting at the airport is a better idea than wandering the streets. 

She then looks outside the window from where she’s seated inside the cafe, and her gaze lands at two people waiting at the bus stop nearby. One of them spots something on the ground so he just gets on his knees, and she later figures out the thing he’d just spotted being the girl’s unlaced trainers. She watches as he ties them again, and presses a kiss to her jean-covered knee before getting back on his feet and taking the seat next to her again. Then, something gives in inside her. Something big, something scary.

Two hours later, she finds herself in front of a humongous building as she locks her phone and puts it back in her coat pocket, and when the security guard sees her, she’s immediately ushered inside. She walks past so many big buses and a few lorries before she spots it– his bus. With weak knees, one hand holding the carry-on and the other freezing despite the cosiness of her coat pocket, she walks closer to the black bus with pink stripes. She doesn’t have to knock, though, because the door opens as soon as she lifts her hand, and there he is.

There he is, she thinks, there's love, there’s him.

His lips taste like countless apologies and, ‘you found me’s, and his touch feels warm on her skin, soothing the soaring feeling in her chest, making the screams in her head die down with fingertips on her neck, face, everywhere they can reach at the moment. It’s love. She knows the feeling, it’s familiar. But there’s love, there’s her love, and she thinks, ‘I finally found you’.  

[sinfulspencer]

Inferno.

Prompt: You love teasing and flirting shamelessly with SSA Alvez until the tension snaps, and it snaps for good.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (smut, 18+, MINORS DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Dom!Alvez, Sub!Reader), heavy teasing, dirty talking, hair pulling, grinding, breath play, light verbal degradation, overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie.

Words: 12.7k

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A.N: This is the first time I write something about Luke Alvez and, to be honest, I had so much fun. Maybe I’ll write more stuff involving him... ;)

 Terribly terrible, she’s the villain One as sweet as caramel, she’s my saint Think I’m getting butterflies, but it’s really Something telling me to run away

 He can’t take his eyes off you, admiring the way your shirt is slowly opening and showing your cleavage a little more, a little more... just enough for him to dream about tracing those curves with his tongue.

It’s difficult to focus on his papers when you’re right in front of him, in all your beauty and glory.

These hot summer days are not helping at all, because you seem to feel the need to wear clothes shorter every day – and your thighs are already deliciously showing off, putting images in Luke’s mind he can’t shake off.

The idea of having your legs wrapped around his waist, the sensation of his tongue running across your skin, the taste of your skin and the sweetness of your moans echoing in his bedroom, the exciting sound of your voice calling out his name...

All of these images and sensations are haunting Luke’s dreams, making it more difficult to not look at you and allow his mind to wander – he knows it’ll land exactly where he can’t have it to be.

Not when he’s at work, at least.

“For fuck’s sake, Alvez, it’s nine in the morning and you’re already drooling.”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, almost making him knock over his mug still filled with coffee – that’s now cold. He forgot Garcia made him some coffee because he was too busy drooling over you as you walked out of the elevator, giggling and touching Spencer’s elbow.

Sometimes Luke wishes to be Spencer.

He doesn’t know how you got so close to him, but he’s not surprised.

Spencer is adorable, it’s obvious you would’ve spent more time with him than anybody else on the team – but your relationship with Spencer is totally different than the one you have with Luke, which is all about flirting and joking,

Luke wonders if those jokes hide some kind of need only he’ll be able to satisfy.

“Ah, you wish. – says Luke, pretending to not have noticed her breasts before her annoyed face – Get back to work, Y/N. These papers are not going to write themselves, you know?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your legs underneath the table.

You catch his eyes slipping right under your desk and you’re tempted to spread your legs just enough to give him a little show, to see if he’s actually watching you – or if this is just a coincidence.

You noticed this morning he kept looking at you and you mentally patted yourself on the shoulder for having chosen this shirt to work this morning. You knew it was going to snatch his attention but now that you have it, you don’t know what to do.

It���s so obvious he wants you, and it’s obvious you want him as well.

However you can’t bring yourself to actually tell him the truth.

There’s not a single moment you guys are alone, because you’re always with Spencer and Luke is always with Matt or Dave. It wouldn’t be nice of you to ask the others to step away, mostly because they’d understand what is going to happen – and you don’t really want them to know how you feel about Luke, even though they’re profilers.

They can read your body language when you’re around Luke.

You thought you were a good actress, that you were able to hide your feelings, but only after two days, Spencer came over to your desk and asked you why didn’t you ask Luke out when you had the chance. His question caught you off guard so you didn’t answer him, changing the subject before the situation could escalate.

Maybe you’ll ask Spencer for some help.

“Nice shirt, by the way.”

You look up, noticing Luke is still staring at his own papers.

“Thank you, Alvez.”

“It’d look better on my bedroom floor, though. - he mumbles, tapping his pen against the cold surface of his desk - Don’t you think?”

The shadow of a smile appears over your lips as  you shake your head, your cheeks heating up at his words. You’re used to his smutty remarks, his shameless flirting in the middle of your shift when all of your team-members are around, but you can’t help but feel your heart flutter every time in your chest.

It feels so good to be wanted by someone, especially if this “someone” is a person you’ve been wanting since you met them for the first time over a year ago.

It’s a shame you’ve never been able to overcome your fear of rejection, because you’re sure you would’ve been together by now if you would’ve made the first move. Either way, you wonder if he’s ever going to do something.

“I’m sure it would. Why don’t we test it out?”

Tara taps her hand over her desk, rolling her eyes. “Guys, I’m trying to work. Please, have some mercy on me. If you want to fuck, there’s the conference room!”

Luke lets out a soft laugh, you bow your head down to hide your smile.

This feels so nice.

“Hey Y/L/N.”

You turn around, noticing Luke waiting for you by the elevator. You knew he was going to be there with you, just like every single day, but his reassuring smile and the light in his eyes make your heart skip a bit every fucking time.

Luke Alvez has slowly ruined you, and you can’t help but smile every single time you lock eyes with him.

Picking up the pace of your steps and finally reaching him, he puts a hand over the metallic doors of the elevator before they can slide shut. And when you’re standing next to him, he pushes the button for the ground floor.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

Luke leans against the walls behind him, his eyes on your body the whole time.

He can’t stop thinking about how he’d love to gently unbutton your shirt from behind as he whispers how much he wants you, alternating kisses down your neck to little bites that would leave red marks all over your skin.

He can’t stop thinking about the sweet sounds that would leave your mouth because he knows your neck is a very sensitive part of your body, probably your favourite - Spencer and you had a conversation about erotic zones on your body, and you might have revealed to your friend that neck kisses are your favourite type of kisses because you have a very sensitive skin.

And Spencer, being the amazing friend he is to Luke, told him everything.

“Oh, you know I’d do anything for you.”

It’s the truth.

No matter his physical attraction towards you, there’s this intense emotional connection that makes it even more difficult to separate your fun loving self from outside work to the confident, strong and smart woman at work.

It’s a duality that sends Luke completely crazy.

Blushing at his words, you turn to look at him. “Anything? That’s a very dangerous sentence, Alvez. Are you aware of it?”

He shrugs, winking at you before speaking again. “I love danger, you should know that.”

You shake your head as a short laugh escapes your lips. “Jesus, Luke. Do yourself a favour and get laid, how about that?”

“Why, are you offering?”

Of course, yes.

Right now, please.

Take me, make me yours, use me right now.

Put me in whatever position you want and give it to me.

Do it, do it, do it, I dare you.

Your eyes meet his, a smirk spreading over those perfect lips.

You’re not sure he’s joking, but you decide he is. It’s better for you and your hormones.

It’s difficult to focus on his words when all you can think about is literally throwing yourself over him and kissing him, blocking the elevator so you can do anything you want to him.

“Would you accept?”

Before Luke can answer you, you walk out of the elevator once you’re on the ground floor.

You know you just left him completely speechless. You love torturing him and teasing him, but sometimes it’s nice to just leave him wondering about whether you’re telling the truth or you’re just joking. – most of the time you’re just joking.

This time, you’re actually serious.

You’d love to get laid with him and there’s nothing wrong with that, he’s a handsome young man who lives alone and is single. He’d be the perfect match for you.

After all, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had some kind of fun. You’re starting to get impatient and flirting shamelessly with Luke is not helping you, but it’s definitely giving you the right images to dream about at night.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you? - Luke asks, following you inside the parking lot right outside the building - You’re dying for me to ask you that.”

You’re definitely dying for him to ask you that. If he does, you know you’ll never going to leave his bedroom until you’re satisfied enough to the point you won’t be able to feel your legs - until you sit somewhere and you can’t think about anything else but how he felt inside of you.

Putting your hand inside your purse to grab your keys, you giggle. “Maybe or maybe not. Who knows?”

He doesn’t stop following you until you reach your car. That’s when he leans against your car door, stopping you from getting in before actually giving him an answer.

An answer that’s pretty obvious when his eyes meet yours again.

He can see the desire behind them and he’s tempted to lean forward, shortening the distance between your lips but he can’t, not in public. As much as he’d love to kiss you and get this over with, he can’t get arrested for trying to fuck you in the middle of the parking lot.

Inside the FBI parking lot.

It’s not exactly the best thing to do.

“Just tell me when and where, I’ll give it to you however you want. - says Luke, winking at you once again before starting to walk away - Have a wonderful night, Agent Y/L/N. Don’t dream about me too much.”

You lift your right hand, giving him the middle finger.

His laugh echoes through the parking lot, your heart fluttering in your chest at the sound.

“Wait, Parrish asked you out? Are you serious?”

You nod your head, walking out of the elevator. “Yes, this morning. He gave me my usual coffee and he asked me if I was busy tonight, because he’d love to hang out with me.”

Luke is listening to you, slowly taking off his earphones as he follows you and Penelope.

Who the fuck is Parrish? And why did he ask you out before Luke could?

He has to talk to Spencer before it’s too late.

“I rejected him, though.”

Okay, maybe it’s not too late - Luke can’t help but smile at your words, knowing you rejected a guy asking you out. Why did you, though? Why didn’t you accept his offer and go on a date with this guy?

You’ve been complaining about not having enough sex, not finding the right person to spend some time with. Luke doesn’t know if this Parrish is a good person, if you don’t like him simply because he’s not your type or because of another reason.

Either way, you’re not interested in that guy and that’s all it matters.

“Hey Y/N.”

You roll your eyes when you hear his voice, secretly smiling because he was behind you the whole time and spoke up right after you talked about rejecting some other guy. Luke must have heard everything you said and you want to mentally pat yourself on the shoulder again, your plan worked.

“Good morning Alvez. - you say with a huge smile, tilting your head - What’s up?”

“You look really pretty this morning.”

His words caught you off guard because you widened your eyes. Penelope is right behind you, holding back a laugh at your facial expression, but decides to walk away when Luke shoots her with a deadly stare.

She doesn’t want to get involved in your bickering with him.

Receiving a compliment from Spencer is not unusual, but receiving one so unexpectedly from Luke is quite weird - you’re not sure if he’s joking because he’s smirking, but he’s probably doing it because you seem so shocked.

You were not expecting this, at all.

“Close your mouth, Y/N.”

“I thought you liked it wide open.”

This time you caught him off guard, your sentence shocking him more than usual.

Okay, you’ve been quite bold in the last few days but never like this. It feels extremely weird but in a good way, as if another wall has been kicked down between you two - a wall that can finally push you a little closer than before.

“Oh, you’re blushing. - you say, breaking the silence between you two - I like that look on you, it makes you seem so innocent.”

You lean over and you give him a little pat on the cheek, before walking away with your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You don’t know why you did that, but when your fingers touched his soft skin you felt like an electric wave rushing through you.

It was so weird but so exciting at the same time.

You bite your bottom lip, rapidly making your way towards your desk.

Luke follows you in silence, totally shocked by what just happened. You’ve never touched him this way - Hell, you’ve never touched him this way, not even when he saved your pretty ass during a case.

You thanked him but never touched him, not even a handshake.

Now Luke is truly fucking terrified.

If your hand on his cheek made you see stars, what would happen if you kissed him? He would probably catch fire and die right there.

You can feel your gaze on your body as you walk away, joining Tara for a coffee in the break room, and you’re tempted to look back and wink at him. You don’t want to overwhelm him - and you definitely don’t want to overwhelm yourself, because if you do and he reacts to it, you’ll probably yank him somewhere in one of the closets and you’d do stuff that shouldn’t be done in a public space.

“Hey Tara, good morning.”

You get a wave from her, pointing to the green mug on the counter. “Your coffee is ready.”

Smiling at her, you sit on one of the highest chairs. “Thank you.”

“Do you have any plans for the weekend? - asks the doctor, crossing her legs - Dave told me he wanted to invite all of us for dinner tomorrow night.”

If Dave invited all of the team members, it means Luke will be there too.

If Luke is there, you might make a move on him and see how it goes; and if it goes downhill, you’ll drink wine and pretend like you were drunk, and didn’t mean anything you said or done.

You scratch your chin, grabbing your mug. “I’m free so I’ll definitely be there if Dave decides to do something. It’s been so long since we hung out with “the boys”.”

It’s true.

You’ve spent all five weekends with the ladies of the BAU. You went to the Hot Springs here in Quantico, you took a train to get to Boston and spent a whole weekend there to go shopping and simply have fun, you went to have dinner with JJ and her children - but not Will.

You did everything with them, so it’s nice to change your habits for this weekend.

And you’ll get to see Luke, which is exactly what you needed.

It’s been three weeks that these teasing comments have been growing bolder and bolder each day, so maybe tomorrow will be the night everything comes to an end. You hope so, because it’s tough to keep your feelings at bay - and you know that if nothing happens, you’ll start to be more upset than ever.

“Penelope told me Parrish asked you out and you rejected him. Gosh, I would’ve loved to see his expression when you told him no. - announces Tara, shaking her head with a smile - He deserved it.”

You lean back against the chair. “He was truly shocked. He really thought I was going to say yes, as if I hadn’t expressed my disgust towards him so many times.”

“That man will never understand that you hate him.”

She’s right. You’ve been trying to tell him to stop hitting on you ever since he asked for your number because you’re clearly not interested - someone else has caught your attention, even though he doesn’t really know - but Parrish can be quite persistent.

You hope that after today he’ll understand you don’t want to be with him, not even to hang out for a coffee right there in the break room. He gives you the creeps, he makes your hair stand up on your arms - and usually, when you get these vibes, you’re not wrong.

And he’s not Luke, so there’s no point in him trying to get with you.

“I will show him, if he asks me to.”

Tara holds back a laugh, looking up when the door of the break room creaks open to show Luke walking in with Spencer by his side. They are talking about the last book Spencer read and you’re tempted to pinch Luke’s waist when he walks past you, but you stay quiet.

It’s too early to flirt with him.

Spencer grabs his mug, filling it with coffee.

“I’m going to get back to work. - mumbles Tara, rolling her eyes - It’s going to be a very tough day and I already want to go home.”

You laugh at her announcement, nodding. “Oh, you don’t know how much I understand you.”

When Tara leaves the break-room, leaving you, Spencer and Luke all alone, you turn your complete and undivided attention to them. Needless to say, Luke is staring at you and Spencer yanks a chair to sit down to your side.

You lean over, pressing your usual kiss on his cheek. “’Morning Reid, ‘morning Alvez.”

“Did you start the TV show I talked to you about yesterday?”

Luke is silent, following your every move with your gaze. He wonders how your lips would feel over his cheek as well, how your scent would inebriate him once you get too close - in that moment, he’s incredibly jealous of Spencer.

He wants to be in his place.

“No, I fell asleep on my couch before I could even grab the remote. - you explain with a quick shrug, looking up at the other man standing in front of you - Alvez?”

He doesn’t realize you’ve been trying to call him, moving your hand in front of his face. He’s too busy staring at your mouth and how your lips, so pink and plump, are moving to let the words roll off your tongue.

You snap your fingers, finally catching his attention.

“You’re staring.”

Luke blinks, touching his nose before looking away. “I was thinking.”

Spencer chimes in. “About what?”

If looks could kill, Spencer would’ve been dead before Luke set eyes on him. You hadn’t noticed this exchange of looks, thankfully, because if you had, Luke would’ve kicked Spencer’s ass - respectfully.

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at Spencer. “Leave him alone.”

Spencer tries his best not to laugh, taking a sip of coffee. You take another look at Luke as he turns around, giving you his back, and walks towards the fridge of the breakroom to pour himself some cold milk inside of his own mug.

Biting your bottom lip, you walk towards him and touch his shoulders.

Luke doesn’t even turn around, but you can see him almost jumping at your touch.

It’s the second time in a row you touch him and his reaction is always the same.

“You okay?”

Luke’s nose twitches, his eyes finally meeting yours as he grabs the bottle of milk. “Yeah, sure.”

You hear the sound of the breakroom closing and you notice Spencer has disappeared, probably knowing that you would’ve thanked him later for leaving you alone with Luke. You will definitely take Spencer to lunch or dinner one of these days, because he has been trying his best to set you up with your colleague - and even though he failed immensely, he tried.

That’s cute.

“You were staring at my lips.”

Luke snorts, shaking his head. “I was admiring your lipstick. It’s a nice colour.”

You take a sip of coffee, your mug almost empty. “I’m not wearing any.”

“Then, your lips have a really nice natural colour. - replies the man, closing the fridge with a soft thud before pouring it inside of his mug - And a nice shape.”

So many compliments, you’re not used to them so you just smile politely.

“They’re soft, too.”

Luke stops in his movements, looking at you. “Oh?”

You trace the edge of your mug with your finger, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You’re not sure why you said those words, but they’re definitely pushing you to be even bolder than usual - and maybe, just maybe, he’ll understand you’re desperately trying to get with him.

His eyes are still widened, your words have shocked him.

Well, you shocked yourself as well but he can’t know that, right?

You lean forward, placing a hand on his chest before getting on your tiptoes and whispering one last sentence to him: “You should try them, I’m sure you’d love them.”

And then you’re out of the door, leaving Luke completely flabbergasted.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You open the text message from Luke as soon as it dings on your phone.

“Hello, Alvez!”

He responds immediately: “Are you coming to Rossi’s party tonight?”

You lean against the frame of the door, already dressed up for the evening. Tara told you Luke was coming as well, but you’re surprised to hear him asking if you’re there – he should know that you’re always free for Rossi’s parties. 

You and your colleagues are always welcome to enjoy some Italian wine.

And you’re in the mood to have fun, to enjoy a night out with everyone – but Spencer can’t make it tonight, he said he wasn’t feeling well. Which is why you’ve spent the entire morning at his place, taking care of him as if you were his nurse: you made him lunch; you brushed his hair; you helped him get dressed up and you even read to him, watching him fall asleep.

Spencer needed someone to help him out, and you were more than happy to do so.

You can tell a friendship by these things, not by what is going on between you and Luke.

“Of course, I’m getting ready now. Why? Do you need a ride?”

“Actually, I’m driving to your place right now. I’ll pick you up so you’ll be able to drink tonight and not worry about driving back home. Hope you don’t mind! x”

You furrow your eyebrows, walking towards your mirror to fix your dress. It’s okay to ride with him, but why did he worry more about you drinking than yourself? You were planning on drinking, of course, but not that much.

It’s nice that he wants to pick you up like a prince, but it feels weird.

You didn’t ask him and you’re pretty sure you told everybody on the team you were going to call an Uber, so maybe he just wanted to be extra sure you’d be able to drink without worrying about someone taking advantage of you. Either way, you’re not going to reject his not-so-subtle order and run with it.

“Wow, you’re such a gentleman! It makes me all hot ;)”

“I have another way to make you all hot. ;)”

Giggling at his immediate reply, you shake your head and run your fingers through your hair. He can get you blushing and laughing like a teenage girl through the phone. It’s getting harder to hide your feelings for him as his power over you grows more and becomes dangerous.

Ah, you hate him.

“I’ll be there in five. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

You toss your phone on your bed and get ready for the party, rolling your eyes. 

Luke will pick you up so you must be perfect.

You fix your hair; you check your makeup; you put on a new dress, much shorter than the previous one; you change your shoes with a sexier pair – it’s more uncomfortable but you’re going to keep your mouth shut, and forget about it.

Staring at your own reflection in the mirror, you left out a soft sigh.

Is this sufficient? Will it snag his attention for good?

You put your phone inside a small pochette, heading to your living room before checking yourself one more time in the mirror. You get out of your apartment before you decide to change dress once more – you can’t be late; you don’t want Luke to wait too long in his car.

As you emerge from your apartment, you notice Luke’s black car parked in the parking lot.

His heart skips a beat when he sees you heading towards his car, wearing such a short dress. A dress he’d love to take off your body with his mouth.

He doesn’t know if you put on something like this because you’re in the mood to look hot or because you want to impress someone, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve impressed him and you always will, because you look stunning in everything you wear.

In everything you do.

Opening his car door, you sit on the passenger seat. You turn your head to look at Luke, noticing how his eyes are shimmering under the faint lights of the vehicle, and he’s staring at you – or, in his own words, he’s “admiring you”.

You did the right thing by choosing this dress. 

He can’t take his eyes off you, he doesn’t know how he’ll survive throughout the party. It’s already tough to have you next to him because you’re making it difficult to breathe right now, but he has to pretend he’s okay – he has to drive, he doesn’t want to be late.

Unless you want to be late...

“You look incredible.”

Blushing, you playfully smack his right hand. “Oh, stop it. I already know.”

Luke chuckles, placing both his hands on the steering wheel as he drives out of your parking lot. Your eyes immediately land on the way his fingers are gripping the steering wheel and the manual gearbox, wondering how those fingers would feel all over your skin.

His grip would be so tight, so fucking perfect all over you, marking you.

Biting your bottom lip, you force yourself to stop staring at his hands. If you keep doing that and focus on those long fingers, you won’t be able to think straight for the rest of the night – and when you’re horny, you’re quite difficult to handle.

You put your seatbelt on and place your bag over your thighs, tapping your fingers over the cold fabric.

“Spencer is not coming tonight.”

Luke cocks an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off the road. “No? How come?”

As you shrug, you run your fingers through your hair. “He’s not feeling well. I went to his apartment this morning to keep him company and he’s actually pretty sick. Aside from the cough and the headache, he looks as if he ran the New York Marathon in the rain barefoot. You know what I mean?”

You don’t want to say he looks like shit because you love him, but… he does. 

Luke nods, allowing a short laugh to escape his lips. “Ah, I get it. I’m gonna call him tomorrow, see how he is and if he wants me to go over to his place.”

You smile, blinking. “I’m sure he’d be glad to hear from you. He’ll probably ask you if you if I had too much wine or tried to steal a bottle from Rossi’s canteen.”

Your colleague holds back a laugh, snorting. “Would you do that?”

“Ask that to my drunk self. I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens. Rossi always offers me the best wine there is around. – you reply with a chuckle, smiling softly when you spot the crinkles by his eyes, a signal of a true smile spreading over his mouth – But I’ll be a good girl tonight, I’m not going to get that drunk. I would never want to bother you with my drunk self, I can get pretty annoying and touchy.”

He shrugs, glancing at you before moving his eyes back to the road. “A good girl.”

You hum, looking at the road in front of you. “I can be one when I want to.”

“I find that difficult to believe. – says Luke with a smirk – We’re almost there.”

You don’t know if he said those words to tease you, but he said them which means he thinks them or he has thought about them – he thought about you being not a good girl? Maybe they don’t mean anything, maybe you’re reading too much into everything that has been spilling out of his mouth ever since this weird tension has grown between you. 

You’re tempted to text Spencer and ask him what he thinks about this, but he’d probably answer you with the same words he has been repeating to you ever since you decided to confide him everything that has been happening with Luke.

“Take the initiative. Then, ask him out. The rest will come easily.”

The first time he said that, you burst out laughing. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit that you were actually interested in Luke, mostly because you felt way out of his league and not worthy of him and his time. When the days passed and your feelings grew stronger, you realised that you were completely and utterly fucked. 

The only way to get over it, was to just admit your feelings for him to yourself.

When you did, Luke started to tease you.

“This is my favourite shirt you own, by the way. – you break the silence, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you – Bordeaux is your colour, it fits you perfectly.”

Luke is grateful you’re not looking at him right at the moment, otherwise you would’ve noticed his cheeks heating up because of your compliment.

“It’d look…”

Laughing, you finish the sentence for him. “Much better on my bedroom floor. I know. I guess we’ll have to put your words to the test.” 

Your colleague releases another laugh, shaking his head. “Are you asking?”

This time, you turn to look at him and focus on how his lips are twitching into a smirk. You want to kiss that smirk away, you want to feel his lips pressing over yours, you want your tongue to melt with his, you want everything he can give you.

“Do you flirt with everyone like this, Alvez?”

He parks his car, unbuckling his belt. “No, only with the woman who caught my attention.”

Without allowing you to say anything else, he steps out of the car – not before taking a quick look at your shocked expression. You’re faced with the intensity of the moment, his words sinking into your brain and turning it into a mess as you try to unbuckle your own belt without screaming.

He’s having too much fun teasing you, it’s not fair.

He’s not going to get away with this, tonight you’ll make a move.

Once you’re free from the seatbelt, you get out of the car and grab him by the elbow. Luke glances at you but doesn’t say anything, walking by your side with a hand on top of yours. The warmth of his fingers grazing your hand makes you smile.

He’s tempted to slide a hand behind your back to see your reaction, but he doesn’t want to push his luck too far tonight.

When Rossi opens the door, you’re the first one to step inside his mansion.

Luke, on the other hand, tries his best not to frown when you let his arm and hand go.

JJ hands you another glass of wine, sitting on the chair next to yours. 

“I saw you arrived here with Luke.”

You take a sip of wine, your eyes staring at the man not too far from you laughing with Tara and Emly. 

“Yeah, he picked me up at my apartment, actually. – you tell her – He said he didn’t want me to worry about driving back in case I drank a little much.”

She raises an eyebrow, smirking at you. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

You agree with her, this can’t be the only reason why he picked you up. At the same time, you don’t want to read too much into it just in case you get disappointed – it has happened before, and it hurts like fucking Hell.

“Do you think he’s trying to push me somehow?”

JJ moves her eyes on Luke as well, noticing him glance at you a few times while you talk. He’s not listening to the conversation because he can’t hear you and JJ talking from where he’s standing, but he’s interested in what’s being said about him.

“Well, Y/N, we both know he is doing that.”

You bite your bottom lip, swirling the red wine inside your glass. You’re not sure if you believe JJ, mostly because Luke has always acted this playfully with you since you joined the team, but at the same time you noticed it got bolder after a certain time.

And, most importantly, he’s not like this with anybody but you. This must mean something.

“Have you tried asking him if he has feelings for you?”

You widen your eyes, shaking your head frantically. “I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

Sighing, you put the glass down. “Because he’ll never admit he has feelings for me. Why would he?”

“If you don’t make a move, he might not make one either. – explains JJ, scooting closer with her chair to yours – And honestly, we’re all tired of seeing you two bickering and flirting like teenagers. We want you guys to be together because that’s all you both seem to want, even if you’re too stubborn or scared to admit it.”

Good explanation.

She’s not wrong, you want to be with him.

However it’s difficult to just tell him the truth, because you’re not a courageous person.

“What if he’s flirting with me just because he can sense I’m interested?”

JJ places her glass down next to yours. “You know Luke Alvez, he’s not a player. He might be a tease, but he’d never flirt with someone just to lead them on and pretend he’s interested even if he’s not.”

She’s right, once again. 

You hate being this insecure. If before you thought you were going to spend the entire night teasing him and pushing his buttons, now you don’t know what to do.

When Luke walks away from Tara and Emily, directed to Rossi’s kitchen, you stand up from your chair. JJ winks at you and tilts her head, allowing you to understand she’s telling you to follow him.

So, you do.

You grab your empty glass of wine and walk straight inside the kitchen, finding Luke with his arms crossed to his chest and his eyes on your face. He has a playful smirk over his lips, as if he just caught you doing something illegal.

“What are you smirking about, Alvez? – you ask, pretending as if he just didn’t notice you following him – “I’m here for a glass of water and another slice of pizza, don’t flatter yourself.”

He shakes his head, grabbing the water bottle. “Right, let’s say I believe you.”

Rolling your eyes, and mentally slapping yourself across the face, you get behind the counter right next to him and you offer him your glass. 

Luke fills it with still water, leaving the bottle on the table beside you before taking a few steps back. He leans against the stove with his arms now crossed on his chest again and looks at you, his stare burning into your skin.

You’re tempted to turn around but you can’t, terrified he might ask you something compromising.

“Admit you can’t stay away from me, that’s why you’re here.”

His words spark something inside of you. “You wish, Alvez.”

He hums, leaning forward just enough for his breath to hit your bare shoulder. “I could see you staring at me while you were talking to JJ.”

Oh, fuck.

You face him, sipping on your water. “So what? Can’t I just look at somebody while I’m talking to a colleague?”

“Of course you can, but you should remember I’m pretty good at reading lips. – says Luke, your eyes widening at his sentence – Don’t look at me like that, Y/N.”

You’re quiet.

You can’t get a single word out of your mouth.

He read your lips, so he understood what you told JJ.

And now? What are you going to do?

Why isn’t Spencer here? You would’ve begged him to free you from this situation, but he’s not here and you can’t back away from the conversation without letting Luke win. Without letting him know that yes, you do like him and you want to be with him – just like you told JJ.

You want to cry right now, why is it so difficult?

You had no problem flirting with him earlier, so why would it be a problem to just let the truth come out and see if it helps your relationship with him?

Maybe this is the right moment to set things straight.

“What do you want, Luke?”

He glances behind you, making sure there’s no one there. Then, he takes a few steps forward until you’re pressed against the counter – your hand is wandering over the table, trying to find something to steady yourself on.

His body is gently pushed against yours, his mouth a little too close to yours.

“You.”

Shivers are running down your spine, your eyes focused on him. You’re not even sure you’re breathing, mostly because he’s extremely close to you and he’s literally pressed against you without worrying about the others.

What would they think if they saw you like this?

Rossi would freak out, the others would let out a sigh of relief, probably.

You blink, your right hand gripping the edge of the counter. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been called worse. – whispers Luke, his fingers grazing over your chin before gripping it tightly and tilting your head just enough for his lips to brush over yours – You have no idea what I want to do to you, Y/N.”

You gasp when his other hand slides underneath your skirt.

This is happening too fast, your brain is spinning and you feel like you’re drunk.

You’re not, you just had two glasses of wine – normally it takes at least three more glasses to actually get you dizzy. You’re completely sober, it’s just his touch that makes you feel like you’re walking on air. 

And it’s fucking incredible.

“Then, show me. I dare you.”

Before you could spread your legs just enough for him, Luke pulls away and pretends as if he was stretching his arms. His eyes are still on your face, not wanting to forget a single detail of the desire that flashed behind your eyes and heated up your cheeks. 

You turn around with a frown over your face, confused as to why he completely stopped instead of actually doing something. You were ready to allow him to do anything he’d wanted to you, right there, but then you spotted Rossi walking with JJ inside the kitchen.

Dammit!

That’s when it hits you.

“I’m not feeling that well. – you manage to whisper loud enough for Rossi to notice – I think I had too much pizza.”

Luke blinks at your words, holding back a smile when he realises what you’re doing.

Definitely not a good girl.

“Hey, Y/N. – says Rossi, interrupting your conversation – Are you okay?”

You shrug, putting your best lying-face ever. “I don’t know, I had too much to eat. Maybe it’s better if I go home, I don’t want to be sick here.”

Luke nods, placing a hand over your shoulder. “I’ll take you home, I don’t want you to call an Uber in the middle of the night.”

JJ doesn’t say anything, covering her mouth with a hand before looking at you. It’s pretty obvious you’re faking everything, but Rossi seems to have bought your lie – maybe JJ knows you’re faking because of what you talked to her about earlier. Either way, it doesn’t matter. She winks, knowing exactly what’s happening, and gives a thumbs up without Rossi noticing. 

“I’m really sorry, Dave. – you whisper, pulling away from Luke to hug your other colleague – Next time I won’t eat as much as tonight.”

David shakes his head, hugging you tightly. “It happens to the best ones. Thank you for coming here anyway.”

Luke walks out of the kitchen with David, leaving you and JJ alone.

When you’re sure there’s no one around, JJ widens her eyes and her mouth. “You sneaky little minx!”

You put a finger over your lips, signalling to keep quiet. “I followed your advice, kind of.”

“And it paid off! – says JJ, giving you a quick hug – Go, your lover is waiting for you. Have fun! Don’t spare the details, okay? I want to know everything.”

She doesn’t have to tell you twice.

The ride home is silent, you expected nothing different.

You don’t dare open your mouth and speak, terrified of ruining the atmosphere that you created inside Rossi's kitchen.

There are many thoughts running through your head at the moment, unspoken words lingering in the air and unanswered questions stuck in your throat as the soft melody plays through the speakers of the vehicle.

You’re not sure he’s driving to your place even though the road is the same as before. You’re not sure he still wants you, you’re not sure you know what is going to happen but you’re going to take everything you can and everything he’s going to give you.

Suddenly, Luke’s hand slides over your thigh and you gasp at the sensation of his fingers nuzzling the fabric of your skirt up. You barely move, simply enjoying the warmth of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine. Your skin is now completely exposed to his eyes and so are your black panties, panties that will soon fly on the floor along with the rest of your and his clothes.

You suck in a breath when his fingers move up again, now a little too close to your inner thigh.

“Luke.”

He stops his movements, terrified he might’ve pushed you too far.

Instead of a vocal response, you grab his hand and you push it right between your thighs.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Smirking, you lick your bottom lip and you spread your legs a little better. You’re expecting Luke to keep on driving, but he doesn’t – instead, he parks his car on the side of the dark road that leads to your apartment.

All the lights are down but you can see the silhouette of his face.

You bring your hand up to his face and you get close to him, the tip of your nose touching his.

“You’re tempting me.”

His hand slides underneath your skirt, his fingers brushing over the damp spot in your panties.

Your body is betraying you, showing him how eager you are to feel his touch over you – it’s annoying, you can’t even tease him without him noticing that you’re dying, desperately needing to be touched by him.

“And what are you going to do about that, Alvez?”

The way his name rolls off your tongue is enough for him to push him.

He uses his index to cast your panties aside, your wetness immediately coating his fingertips as you suck in a breath. You close your eyes, his mouth brushing over yours once again without actually covering it for good with a breathtaking kiss – a kiss you’re dying to receive.

“I could take you right now.”

You whine, his thumb pressing over your clit.

The gesture pushes you over the edge, a loud moan echoing through the vehicle.

“Oh, yeah? – you whisper, the desire spreading through every cell in your body – And how would you take me?”

Luke chuckles at the way your voice is creaking because of the pleasure, his thumb gently drawing circles over your clit. He admires the way your shoulders are shaking, how you’re throwing your head back against your seat.

You’re squirming, closing your legs around his hand but he pries them open.

“Definitely not here, because I’d like to take my time with you. – whispers Luke, yanking another whine out of your throat – Look at you, so fucking wet for me and I barely touched you.”

You immediately run your fingers through his hair, pulling them lightly. If he keeps doing this, you’ll come right there – and you’re dying for him to make you come. You desperately want to feel that electricity run through you, you want to show him how good he is to you and how good you are for him, moaning his name. His thumb rubs over your clit, toying with it before you feel a rush of adrenaline running through your body.

“Please, Luke.”

He hums, biting the tender skin right under your chin. “Please what, doll? What do you want?”

You whine, bucking your hips against his hand. “I need to come. Please, let me come.”

“Good girl. – he whispers, licking the skin he has bitten – Not yet, though.”

And just like he started everything, Luke stops as well.

You widen your eyes, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. What the fuck does he think he’s doing, teasing you this way and not even making you come? Does he want you to go completely crazy, riding him while he’s fucking driving?

You’d do that, if only you didn’t care about dying!

Luke cleans his thumb off your arousal with his tongue, while using his free hand to start the engine of the car once again and get back on the road. You taste superb, he can’t wait to settle between your legs and drive you crazy with his tongue.

Panting, you close your legs and your eyes. “I hate you.”

He laughs at your words, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, doll. Once we're at your place, I’ll be at your mercy. For the entire night, for as long as you want.”

“For as long as you want.”

That sounds like a plan, because you’ll always want him.

“Drive faster.”

Suddenly you’re even more excited than before, tapping your fingers over his car door while you look out of the window. You recognize your neighbourhood and your apartment down the road, an apartment that will see two people sinning for an entire night – on every fucking surface of your place, in every room, for as long as you want.

Or, as your body can take.

“You know, you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

Luke says nothing, the car stops right in front of your apartment.

You’re the first person to get out of the car, immediately running towards the entrance of your house. You don’t want to risk staying outside and having your neighbours witness you making out with someone. As much as you love your neighbours, you don’t want them to know when you’re getting laid.

Like tonight.

Nobody needs to know what you’re doing.

Luke steps inside your living room, closing the door behind his back.

You take off your shoes and leave your bag on the couch, before you turn around to face the man right behind you. He’s staring at you as well, probably studying your face and trying to read your mind in order to decide what to do to you first.

You have a list of all the things you’ve always wanted to do to him.

You’re not sure you’ll be able to do everything to him tonight, but... something tells you you’ll have a very long time to tick the things off your list.

“You’re staring.”

“You’re staring.”

You both say the same thing at the same time and, of course, you both burst into laughter.

All the nerves creeping up on your neck disappear, leaving you with an intense desire to touch him and to be touched by him. So you run towards him, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you finally kiss him.

It doesn’t take long for him to realise you’re kissing him.

And as soon as he understands that, he kisses you back.

All the tension, all of your feelings, all the desire that have been slowly building within you are crashing through the kiss you’re sharing with Luke. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be in the moment and enjoy his beard scratching your skin, his lips moving against yours, his fingers digging in the soft skin of your thighs, his heart beating fast in his chest and how he’s trying to hide his little moans against your mouth.

You don’t care; the kiss lights a fire deep in your body.

You back away inside your living room, Luke following you with his hands sliding down your thighs – and you’re sure he’s trying to pick you up, but you don’t want to be lifted. It’s much hotter to stumble around the room like this, it’s... funnier.

And it’s definitely something that will bring a smile to your lips.

Your tongue melts against his, the kiss still messy and heated just like before. You grab Luke by the collar of his shirt, backing away until you finally reach your hallway that leads you to the bedroom.

While you’re walking, you can feel Luke unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders.

“So eager to fuck me, aren’t you?”

Luke hums against your lips, not really wanting to stop kissing you. He’s already addicted to the way your lips are perfectly pressed against his, how you taste like red wine and desire, how you squirm when his hands touch you or caress you, how you moan over his lips and kiss him even deeper.

“So eager to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You shrug, your hands roaming all over his chest. His skin is soft, his abs are perfectly defined as you draw lines all over his torso with the tip of your fingers – still trying to back away, to reach your bedroom and end your misery.

You don’t really mind having sex pretty much everywhere around your house, but you want the first time with Luke to be somewhere fucking comfortable: your bed.

“I’m not saying no. – you mumble against his lips, giggling when Luke rolls his eyes – Oh come on, it’s not like you didn’t know this.”

He runs his hand up your back, unzipping your dress as you finally step inside the bedroom. You stumble against the nightstand beside your bed and Luke laughs, keeping you on your feet instead of letting you fall flat on the floor.

It’s dark inside but you don’t care; you need to be on that bed and with him on top of you in the blink of an eye, or you’ll start crying.

You’re desperate.

“Fuck, sorry. - you whisper, gripping his broad shoulders - I can’t see anything.”

And you’re fucking needy, you want this man to absolutely fucking ruin you but you can’t say it without boosting his ego a little too much. He's never going to let this go and he’ll probably use this to tease you for the next few days - and probably months or years.

Luke presses his body against yours, keeping an arm around your waist. “How about we turn the lights on? I don’t think we can do this without any source of light. It’d be hot, but I’d like to enjoy the view.”

“That’s a good idea. - you whisper, using your right hand to touch the wall behind you until you finally find the switch - Ah, there it is.”

When you turn the lights on, you almost pass out at the sight in front of you. You push your dress down your body, completely exposing yourself to his eyes: he slides your panties down your legs, throwing them away from you.

You’re only wearing your bra while Luke is still half-dressed.

Luke is shirtless, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is messy and he has these hungry eyes studying you as if you were prey and he was a lion. That’s fucking hot, you could literally drop to your knees right now and put your mouth to use.

But you don’t, mostly because Luke gets on his knees before you could realise it.

You run your fingers through his hair, gripping them. “Who would’ve thought I’d have you on your knees for my own pleasure?”

Luke lifts his shirt, looking up at you. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone, just you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest and you’re tempted to make fun of him right now, but you’re scared of saying something that will make him stop everything he’s doing. You can’t take punishments, teases and snarky comments right now - all you desperately seek is his mouth between your legs.

“Good to know, now shut the fuck up and put your mouth to good use.”

Luke slides both his hands behind you, squeezing your ass before slapping it hard.

You let out a shriek that turns into a low moan, widening your eyes and feeling yourself grow even wetter because of the gesture. Did he just spank you? And did you just let him? Of course you did, because you’re a sucker for this man.

As you tug on his hair, your brows furrow a bit. “Hey! Be nice.”

“Oh, I will. Lay down on the bed for me. - whispers Luke, pressing a soft kiss right below your navel - And spread your legs.”

You don’t even give him the time to finish the sentence because you’re already splayed on the bed, with your legs wide open just for him. Luke giggles at your neediness, admiring the way your body is responding to both his order and the desire he can see glistening between your legs. He can’t wait to bring his mouth right there.

It’s like a dream coming true, he was waiting to do this for so long.

You unclasp your bra and you throw it somewhere around the room, covering your breasts with your arm.

“So eager to please me, aren’t you? - he whispers, running his hands all over your thighs before placing another kiss below your navel - Look at you. So beautiful, all mine.”

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip. You can’t even get a word out, too overwhelmed with desire and neediness as you close your eyes. You want him all over you; you want his mouth between your legs; you want him to do whatever he wants with you.

You’ve been waiting for too long.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Y/N? - asks Luke, his voice confident and stern - It’s truly distracting. I don’t know how I was able to control myself around you. It was tough, though. I kept dreaming about dragging you into the conference room and doing this.”

Luke pushes her body to the center of the bed, towering over you.

You’ve never seen a man as beautiful as Luke, with those dark luxurious eyes and his sinful lips - the same lips that will bring you an immense amount of pleasure in a moment. He runs his fingers down your side and back up to your breasts, twisting and flicking your right nipple.

Arching your back, you stroke his hair without breaking eye-contact.

“Next time you want to fuck me on the table inside the conference room… Please. Do it.”

Luke laughs at your words, his mouth kissing down your ribcage before travelling south to reach the soft skin right underneath your navel. You suck in a breath when his tongue swirls around it, before his teeth sink into it and leave a red mark.

You can’t wait to see how he’s going to mark you later.

“Fuck, Luke. Please, don’t tease me.”

He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Shut up. I don’t want to gag you but I will if you don’t stay quiet.”

You whine but close your mouth anyway, not wanting to disobey him. His voice is so fucking hot and raspy right now, you can see and feel the desire flashing behind his eyes and his touches - it’s breathtaking.

Luke brushes his nose against your skin, looking up at your face. He knows you don’t enjoy being teased; he knows he shouldn’t tease you because he’s desperate as well - so he doesn’t, going straight between your legs where your glistening core is.

Without giving you a head up, Luke flattens his tongue and takes a long lap at your slit, the outer lips tinged with the salty taste of your arousal. This is exactly what he needed, this is exactly what you need.

Keeping your legs wide open, you let Luke have his way with you.

You want to squeeze your thighs; you want to beg him to do more but his relentless tongue is making it hard to think straight or even get a word out of your mouth. You knew he was going to be great with his mouth, but fuck, not like this.

You shuffle underneath his grip, moving your hips forward to meet his face as his tongue dives deep inside of you. Using his thumb, Luke massages your clit and you’re pretty sure your whole body is on fire, electricity running through you.

Completely breathless, completely at his mercy.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop. - you stutter, your voice is nothing but a whisper - Oh, Luke.”

His name rolls off his tongue so easily, as if you were made to moan it as loud as you could.

You use both your hands to grip his hair, tugging hard on it as a chorus of moans and curses leaves your lips. You’re already close even though he just started touching you and giving you exactly what you needed, but you don’t care - and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t, as well.

There will be another time where you can both enjoy each other for as long as you want.

Right now it’s all about desire, about ending each other’s misery.

Luke fantasized about eating you out for a long time, wondering how your moans would sound like and how you would act with his face between your thighs, his tongue buried inside of you. He thought about how you would grip his hair - just like you're doing now; he thought about how you would beg him to never stop - just like you’re doing now.

This night will be forever stuck in his mind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His tongue slides around your clit, his lips wrapping around it before he sucks gently on it and sends you over the edge. You tug on his hair once again as you fall down the cliff, your first orgasm striking you hard.

Luke doesn’t stop, going back to fucking you with his tongue. He wants more, more, as much as you can give him tonight - he doesn’t care about waking up your neighbours, he doesn’t care about the pain coming from your nails scratching his arms or your fingers pulling his hair.

He wants to give you as much pleasure as he can.

You push a hand behind his head, his mouth covering your core as his tongue keeps hitting all the right places. You don’t know for how long he does this or why he’s doing this without going crazy and fucking you right there, but you don’t care.

The pleasure is fucking amazing; you wish it never stops.

“Luke, fuck, you’re… Fucking relentless.”

He doesn’t even hear you as you speak, completely focused on the pleasure he wants to give you and trying to forget his painfully hard cock still covered by his trousers. His tongue swirls and runs all over your clit before diving back inside of you, your own arousal drenching half of his face and pooling right underneath your ass.

You will change the sheets tomorrow, or whatever.

Luke looks up at you, admiring the way you’re arching your back and how your breasts are bouncing up and down as you try to fuck yourself onto his tongue. He runs his hands all over your chest, twisting and playing with your nipples as another shout leaves your mouth.

You know you’re close again.

He sucks your clit, flattening his tongue underneath his before sliding his right hand down your body to find your core. Before you could even open your mouth, two fingers are being pressed into you and curled right where you need them to be.

A wave of pleasure sends shivers down your spine, your mouth opens in surprise.

“Oh my fucking God, Luke.”

You place the bottom of your feet over his shoulders, bucking your hips against his face as you allow him to touch you so perfectly. He captures your clit with his lips, sucking and giving his tongue a break as he starts fucking you with his fingers.

And that’s when it hits you for the second time.

You reach your second orgasm of the night, your thighs quivering around his head as you feel your heart ready to jump out of your ribcage and run away. The pleasure blinds you for a couple of seconds; you see little white dots in front of you as you manage to come down your high, wondering how the fuck you’re still alive.

You thought you were done, you thought you were finally going to feel him inside of you but Luke doesn’t pull away. Instead, he looks up at you and locks yours with him while his fingers are still inside.

He strokes your walls with the tip of his fingers, pressing them on the soft indentation inside of you - the gesture makes your toes curl in pleasure, a loud moan leaving your mouth that sounds very similar to his name.

“You take my fingers so well, doll. I love the way they look inside of you.”

Of course you take his fingers so perfectly, they were made to touch you and use you and pleasure you.

You collapse back on the bed, keeping your legs wide open. You keep whispering a chorus of little “yes, please, oh” - a chorus of little words that is sending Luke crazy.

He loves overstimulating, and he’s definitely loving doing this to you, seeing how good you are for him, and how long you can take this before crumbling beneath him. You already feel yourself slip towards the third orgasm of the night.

So you start moving your hips, grinding against his fingers as if you were riding another part of him - that you hope will be inside of you soon. You hear the wet sound of your arousal coating Luke's fingers, bringing you closer and closer each time Luke curls his fingers. Clenching around him, you yank his hair once again and you hear a low moan.

Does he like it when you do this?

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic. - whispers Luke, his voice sounds so dominant and hot right now - You’re such a desperate whore, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but nod, not even knowing what he’s saying.

“Can’t get enough of this, can you? Using my fingers to fuck yourself, desperate to please me and show me how much of a slut you are. - says the young man, quickening his pace with his fingers - Since you want to come so bad for the third time in a row, why don’t we see how many times I can make you come?”

You’re tempted to shake his head and see if he takes the challenge anyway, but you nod. And that makes him go even faster with his fingers, his thumb brushing over your clit as you clench your walls even tighter around his index and his medium finger.

“Fuck! Luke, please, just fuck me. I need you, I need your cock right fucking now.”

Luke laughs at your words, feeling exactly how much you need him. “Is that so, doll? You’re so desperate to have my cock inside of your pretty pussy. Why don’t you take it, then?”

Before you can even open your mouth and realise what he’s asking you, Luke pulls his fingers out of you and pushes them right into your mouth. You widen your eyes, your hands trying to touch him and unzip his pants but he pushes them away. 

Luke takes his now clean fingers out of your mouth as he takes off his trousers, throwing them on the floor along with your dress and the rest of your clothes. He looks at you, trying to see if you’re really interested in going further with him – and when his eyes are met with the same desire as before, he pins you down against the mattress.

You can barely breathe, his right hand gently squeezing your throat.

“Mine.”

You can’t help but nod, opening your mouth to say something. Luke spits right in your mouth, no warning whatsoever, and you can’t do anything but swallow what he gave you – not that you mind, actually. What he has just done tells you how much you’re doomed, how you’re actually his and how you have no control right now.

You don’t care, you want him.

Swallowing down, you show him your tongue.

He smirks, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it lightly before pushing it up and down your folds. Your arousal is coating his cock, lubing it up perfectly for what’s going to happen.

You haven’t even seen his cock but you can feel how big and thick he is. You can’t wait to feel him.

Luke settles between your legs, your thighs closing around his waist. “Not so talkative now, huh?”

You place a hand behind his neck, pulling him down so that your lips can meet again in a messy kiss that leaves you completely breathless. He’s right, though; you’re not talkative because the desire has been blinding you since you stepped inside his car earlier.

You’re overwhelmed. You want him to use you, you want him to ruin you.

If you open your mouth now, the only words that would roll off your tongue are pleads and begs or curse words because he’s not hurrying up.

“Please.”

There are tears in your eyes and Luke wipes them away, pecking your lips. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll take very good care of you.”

You know he will.

Luke looks down between your bodies, the faint lights of the room barely showing your body. He grips his cock and brushes it over your clit, a soft moan leaving your mouth as you close your eyes and throw your head back.

“If you don’t hurry up...”

He chuckles, squeezing your throat once again. “Shut up. I’m enjoying the view.”

When he enters you, his cock stretches you so perfectly and deliciously, you can feel your soul leaving your body. You knew he’s big, you knew he’s going to stretch you like this to the point you have tears running down your cheeks - but fuck.

This feels incredible.

The warmth of your walls, the sweet sounds coming out of your mouth, the scratches of your nails against his skin are enough to push Luke even further. He sinks inside of you, watching the way your body welcomes his cock inside of you so deep.

And he’s fucking gone.

He doesn’t even hesitate to immediately pound into you, slamming his hips hard enough to push you against the headboard. You grip it with your right hand, using the left one to scratch his back and release some of the tension slowly building within you.

“Fuck! Luke, fuck. - you whisper, his mouth travelling down your neck where his hand used to stay - You feel so fucking good, oh God.”

You know you’re not going to last long, the third orgasm approaching quickly.

Luke places both his hands on each side of your face, his mouth covering yours with hungry kisses as he keeps his pace hard and fast, just as you like it. Your arms are locked around his neck, your legs closed around his waist as you try to move your hips to meet his.

You writhe underneath him, throwing your head back. You can feel the pleasure spiking inside of you, the overwhelming feeling of your body slowly losing control is making everything feel way better than before.

You wonder if Luke can feel how lost you are in your own pleasure.

“Luke, Luke...”

You keep calling out his name, shaking and quivering underneath him. Luke doesn’t stop moving inside of you, driving into you with long, steady strokes as he brings his hand between your bodies to find your clit.

And when he does, you’re completely gone.

The third orgasm takes over your body, white spots right behind your eyes as they roll in the back of your head. You don’t know for how long you’re coming, your thighs shaking as little gasps are coming out of your mouth - the pleasure seems never-ending, his pace quickening to allow you to ride through your orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh God, Luke, please. Don’t stop.”

Luke brings his mouth on your neck, biting the tender skin of your throat.  “I’m not planning to.”

He knew you were going to feel this good around your cock and he doesn’t even know how he’s lasting so long for you, but he’s grateful his body is not betraying him. He wants to give you everything; he wants to wear you out to the point you’re completely spent on your own bed - and you’ll feel him for days.

Even when you’ll be alone.

Even when you’ll be at work, behind your desk.

Even when he’ll look at you and smile at you, as if his face wasn’t between your legs for what seemed like hours.

“Do you think you can give me another one, doll? - asks Luke, his voice is raspy and you can feel the desire slowly reaching its peak inside of him - Please?”

You nod your head, but you’re not sure you’ll be able to.

You’re oversensitive, the pleasurable strokes he’s giving you are slowly turning into painful ones but you don’t care. You can take a little pain, because you know it’ll soon turn into pleasure - especially when he’ll come, when you’ll see him completely let go of himself.

“Come on, doll, take it all on your own like the good girl you say you are.”

His words of encouragement are enough.

The pleasure is already spiking inside of you, his thumb pressing and massaging your clit. You grip his shoulder, his body stiffening on top of you as he moans and curses out your name; you wonder if you’re making him feel this good, if he’s not coming because he wants to see you come undone once again before letting go.

So you do what you do best.

“Please, Luke, come for me. - you start begging him - Please, I need your come. Give it to me, I need it so bad.”

Luke stares you down, his lips twitching into a smirk as he pounds inside of you.

You try to grab the bedsheets to steady yourself but they slip from your fingers, a sheen of sweat covering your whole body.

You’ve never felt this good before in your life.

Luke is just so fucking good at everything he does, it’s not fair.

His pace quickens even more, his strokes now hard and irregular. You can feel your eyes roll in the back of your head and soon enough you’re coming for the fourth time, your voice lost in your throat.

“Where can...”

You don’t let him finish his sentence, grabbing his chin. “Inside of me. Come inside of me, breed me like the fucking whore that I am. Please, please, please.”

Luke grits his teeth, surprised by your choice of words. He’s not going to disappoint you at all: if you want it, he’s going to give it to you until you’re crying, until his body gives out and collapses on top of you.

“You’re a fucking cumslut. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Your walls are clenching painfully around his cock, your face showing nothing but pure bliss as he finally lets go of himself. He spills his seed deep inside of you, painting your walls just like you expected him to.

Your eyes widen at the gesture, his warmth filling you ever so perfectly. You could come just by the feeling, but you can’t - you’re totally spent, overwhelmed with pleasure and exhausted from everything he has given you.

This is the first time you’re tired after sex.

“Fuck.. - whispers Luke, collapsing against your body with his face buried in the crook of your neck - Fucking Hell, Y/N.”

You close your arms around his neck, your legs falling over the bed. You don’t even have the strength to keep him there, you’re tired and your legs feel like jello. Is this how sex with Luke Alvez is? Completely utterly satisfying but extremely exhausting?

You can’t wait for the second round.

Luke stays between your legs for at least five minutes, trying to catch his breath and make sure you’re breathing as well. You stroke his hair with the tip of his fingers, smiling at the thought that the tension built between you two has finally snapped and brought you exactly where you wanted the other one to be.

You’re sure this night will change your relationship with him forever.

Satisfied, Luke pulls out of your body and watches the way his come pours out of your body as you squeeze your thighs together. He pries them open, collecting his semen with the tip of his fingers before pushing it back inside of you - and you whine at the sensation, biting your bottom lip and not looking at him.

If you do, you’ll get wet again.

“I told you I was a good girl.”

Luke laughs at your words, shaking his head. “You are, indeed.”

When you are both done with cleaning each other up, you jump back into bed and quickly cuddle up against his chest. Luke is drinking a glass of water but when you join him back on the bed, he puts it on the nightstand and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You nuzzle against his neck, smiling softly with a hand over his chest.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

You draw circles on his skin, humming. “Go ahead.”

Luke grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” you say, looking up at him

He snickers, shaking his head. “Y/N, I’m serious.”

You roll over his body, placing both your hands on his chest. “Oh, I know. I’m so glad we finally let go like this, I was waiting for you to make a move.”

Luke leans over, kissing your lips so gently.

Totally different from before.

“Does this mean you’ll accept to go out on a date with me?”

“Only if you keep kissing me.”

Luke smiles against her mouth, reconnecting his lips with yours.

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[orestesimp]

Office Playboy

Bud Cooper x f!Reader

Warnings: male masturbation, daddy kink 18+

About 1.5k words

I sent this ask to @budcooper​ and decided to write a little something because niche characters fics are hard to find

“Mr. Cooper?” At the sound of his secretary’s voice, Bud raised his head from the document he was reading. His desk was littered with papers and pens and empty coffee mugs. “It’s almost noon, do you mind if I take my lunch break now, boss?”

“Noon, already?” He leaned back in his comfortable leather desk chair and cast a glance at the clock above the door. “Sure thing, honey. Have a good one.” He tossed his glasses on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose where a tension headache was forming. “Close the door behind you, would’ya.”

“Are you not joining Mr. Peterson?”

“Not today,” he replied with a tired smile, gesturing to his cluttered desk. “Too much paperwork.” She made a disappointed face at him. “Don’t give me those eyes, honey,” he chastised good naturedly. “It’s a good thing, means business is thriving.”

“Still,” she tutted disapprovingly, “you work too hard, boss.”

Bud smiled and gave her a little wave when she closed the door behind herself, her heeled shoes thudding over the carpet as she walked back to her desk to grab her purse. Before he knew it, he was alone in the office. He turned his attention back to his paperwork but he couldn’t focus.

Bud flapped his lips and loosened his tie, getting himself comfortable. Reaching down, he pulled his briefcase from under the desk and unlocked it. Then he retrieved the little brown paper bag containing his lunch, a simple egg and turkey sandwich that didn’t look too appetising. He wasn’t a very skilled cook.

He peeled back the foil and took a big bite out of his sandwich, chewing without much enthusiasm as he glanced around his office. Amongst his life achievements, such as academic degrees and professional awards, all shades of brown stared back at him. The loud echoing sound of the ticking clock almost deafening. 

“I do work too much,” he said to himself before his eyes settled on a copy of the latest Playboy he had picked up on his way to the office.

The model on the cover was his favorite, you. Bud always took great care of the issues that featured your pretty face. This was your third cover, quite the accomplishment. He couldn’t help but be proud of the fact that your modelling career was finally thriving.

He remembered the first time he saw your photos; how shy and inexperienced you looked. He came harder than ever before, blowing his load all over the pages of the magazine –which prompted him to start taking care of them.

He discarded the half eaten sandwich onto a pile of paper and listened attentively for any sound that might indicate he wasn’t alone before he pulled the magazine from his briefcase and laid it on his desk.

He shimmied down his seat with a big grin, making himself comfortable, and unbuckled his belt, the sound of the zipper echoing in the silent office. He felt excited, giddy almost, as he slipped his hand into his briefs.

He knew he should have locked the door but the idea of someone walking in on him with his cock in his hand was almost as exciting as the act itself. It wasn’t the first time he had touched himself during office hours and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

He spit in his hand to lube up his cock, then gave a shaky laugh as he wrapped a calloused hand around the base of his cock. “Ah,” he sighed contently, looking down at you. “There you are, beautiful. Been waiting for me, um?”

In the picture you sat on one of those fancy bar stool, your white button up shirt was opened to reveal a sleek red bra. Your legs were up in the air, crossed suggestively at the ankles, showcasing your high-heeled shoes.

You definitely looked more confident, more poised, but still managed to keep that sweet innocent act. It was making him harder than fucking steel. 

He had a good view of the slit between your legs, just a hint of smooth skin that he imagined to be warm and wet. He stroked himself faster as he traced the length of your naked legs with the fingertips of his free hand. “Show me your pretty little pussy. Be a good girl for daddy.”

He could hear the sound of your voice in his mind, gently coaxing him closer, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You’d whine and beg for him to fill you up. The need to see your face overwhelmed him and he opened his eyes again, staring at your pretty face on the glossy paper.

His rhythm faltered as he flicked the magazine open to the gatefold, groaning low under his breath at the sight that met his eyes. You were sprawled out on the floor, naked save for a grey tie around your neck. Shit, he was wearing a similar tie.

One of your legs was bent sensually, covering your modesty, your forearms strategically placed to cover your nipples as you adjusted the tie around your neck. There was a shy smile on your lips and a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Oh, you dirty girl,” he chuckled to himself.

Needing to see the photograph better, he got to his feet, his desk chair rolling back and hitting the wall behind him. Bud slammed his free hand down on the desk to keep himself from collapsing to the floor as he towered over your photo with his cock in his hand.

Distantly he heard the sound of the waiting room door open and close but his brain was too far gone to care.

He rocked into his grip, precum now slickening the motion along with his spit. He imagined pinning you to the ground, wrapping your legs around his wide hips, fucking you into oblivion, his powerful thrusts making your breasts bounce in circle, his tie soft against your skin.

“Gonna make daddy happy, sweetheart?” he questioned distractedly, grunting dirty nonsense in the silent office. “Gonna be a good fucking girl and take all of daddy’s milk? Don’t waste a single drop, beautiful.”

Bud hissed as he tightened his grip, his eyes furiously tracing every inch of you, from your lips to your hips. He came hard, blowing his load on his mahogany desk and the carpeted floor.

Reaching blindly behind him, he rolled his chair back to the desk and fell heavily back against the seat-cushion with a whimsical half sigh, half whistle. After a minute, he tucked his shirt back into his pants, buckled his belt, and adjusted his collar while whistling to himself.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he tutted, using his discarded sandwich to wipe his cum off his desk. “Gonna make the pages stick together.” He sighed, knowing he’d have to do the walk of shame and buy a new one.

He threw the dirty magazine back into the briefcase, when his eyes caught the movement of a shadow behind the venetian blinds separating his office and the waiting room.

He mumbled a curse and rushed to the mirror, combing his hair back with a flat pocket comb and brushing his mustache with two musky fingers. As he reached for the door knob, he remembered to check the condition of his pants.

The sight that greeted him almost made him burst out laughing. You, the real you, sitting patiently, your right leg crossed over your left knee, heeled foot swinging playfully. There was a small smirk at the corner of your lips that suggested you had heard him jack off in his office.

He wondered if you knew he’d been jacking off to a picture of you. Probably not.

“Mr. Cooper?” you asked, carefully uncrossing your legs and getting to your feet. “I’m terribly sorry, I don’t have an appointment. I thought maybe I could stop by during lunch time and try my luck.” You gave him your most innocent smile as you stood in front of him. “My lawyer said to meet with you. My husband recently died and... well he was quite old and, frankly, quite rich. I’d hate for you to think I have anything to do in his passing.”

“I’m sure you’re a very good girl, Miss.”

“Mrs,” you reminded him with a short nod.

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Not anymore.”

You tried to hide a snort behind your hand. “I have nothing to hide, Mr. Cooper.”

“Why don’t you come in for a second,” he said, gesturing you into his office. “We’ll go over your husband’s policy together.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, walking over to where he was standing. You smiled politely at one another as you entered his office. “I like your tie, Mr. Cooper,” you said, voice low and sultry as you ran your index finger along the length of his tie.

“I thought you might.”

[messers-moony]

King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born. 

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him. 

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it. 

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive. 

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n. 

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied. 

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?” 

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered. 

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better. 

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable. 

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving. 

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness. 

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James. 

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned. 

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked. 

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.” 

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless. 

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister. 

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter. 

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.” 

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort. 

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser. 

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.

[my-lord-khonshu]

Swallow’s Flight

**Update:** I made up a name for this fic. We’re going with this name. Also, there is an 18+ follow up to this fic with smut. If you’re a minor, don’t read it (and don’t look at the rest of my blog please).

I have no beta reader, we’re doing this blind because I wrote this on impulse. I never write fanfiction so go easy on me.

This is because of a chain of posts where @johnny-simpfinger said “ You guys think he’d ever just scoop ya up and take you for a romantic fly in the clouds among the stars” and now I’m going to write about it.

Reader is gender neutral in this (although I’m AFAB and I sort of modeled the reactions after myself?) and Khonshu’s avatar, no smut, just fluff and some angst because being the fist of Khonshu isn’t easy.

You rarely got a vacation. If you weren’t studying, you were at Khonshu’s side. Gods know how you had managed to keep it together for this long. You couldn’t tell if it was Khonshu’s blessing or coffee that got you through the days.

Of course, when you had asked for a weekend to go camping, Khonshu threw a tantrum. Heavens forbid that his fist of vengeance got tired of the city and wanted to leave.

“I refuse. You pledged yourself to me, little swallow. Your place is here,” he fumed.

“Khonshu, I have been going out almost every single night after murderers and traffickers in your name. While studying for and finishing my exams, mind you,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at the god.

Naturally, he didn’t like your snark. The air swirled around you as the lights flickered and your coffee mug spilled over.

“Darn it, I just made that. Could you stop acting like a child for five seconds? I deserve one weekend to myself.”

You walked over to the kitchen to grab a towel to clean up the mess. Khonshu loomed over you.

“Little swallow, I have allowed you your mortal life, but as long as you live, you belong to me. I have only indulged you since you remain in close proximity to our enemies.”

“And I have snuffed out the lives of our enemies and carved crescents into their skin as a warning to those who would follow in their depravity,” you spat back at him. “I told you, I am going camping. Alone. It is the least you could do for me after our last job.”

You walked past him and knelt on the floor to clean up your drink. You gripped the towel tightly as you remembered the fight you had two weeks ago.

You had been tracking the traffickers for months, and finally you had found where their boss had kept their “prized stock”. So many young women trapped by those monsters.

In a fit of rage, you had slashed through anyone who stood in your way. You wanted this to end tonight.

You’d been careless. You freed the women and rushed them out the emergency exit, but in your single-minded desire to save them, you didn’t account for reinforcements showing up.

You remembered the way the bullets had riddled your skin and how your body was dragged in front of their leader. They pushed you onto your knees and tore off the wrappings covering your face.

“So, this is the scum that has been lurking around our operation? How does it feel to play hero now?” he gloated.

You were delirious but you still had enough focus to spit at his feet. Blood mixed with saliva soaked into his loafers. See how easily that washes out, you bastard. You smirked at the thought.

The man glowered at you and kicked your stomach. You doubled over and he took his foot and planted it onto your head, grinding it into the concrete. “You think that’s funny, you bitch?”

“What’s funny is that I actually needed that to jolt me awake.” You grabbed his ankle and threw him against the wall.

The rest of the night was a blur. You remember flashes of anger and pain. Broken bones and screams cut short.

The one thing you do remember clearly is that man’s face, filled with fear as you held him up by the neck, his hands grasping at yours trying to get free. The bodies of his men were littered around you.

Khonshu appeared to you at the end of the alleyway. You looked into his eye sockets and you knew he was pleased with your work. You weren’t sure if you were glad or disgusted with yourself, but you knew what you needed to do.

You took your knife and stabbed it into the man’s stomach, pressing slowly and twisting it in his gut. “That is for me.”

You grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him before stabbing it back into his chest. “And that is for Emily. And THAT is for Alessandra. And-”

You listed name after name, driving the knife into the man over and over again. You weren’t sure what time it is when you were done, but you saw the first glow of the dawn reach the sky and felt the power of the moon wane.

You dropped the man’s body to the ground and let the suit around you dissolve. Then you fell to your knees and sobbed. You watched as your tears fell to the ground, mixing with the blood you had spilled.

Khonshu stood in front of you. He put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. “It is over now, my swallow. Those serpents will not harm anyone ever again. Their leader is gone and their organization in tatters. I am truly proud of you.”

You glared at him. “I’m not.”

You knocked away his hand and rose to your feet. You stumbled away, not knowing where you were going, but anywhere was fine as long as Khonshu was not within your sight. Your wounds may have healed, but the way you felt after that night was more difficult to mend.

You hadn’t spoken to Khonshu until you saw him again today and asked him to go camping alone. You weren’t sure if it was because you were mad at him or mad at the monster inside yourself that reared its head that night.

That night was not just a mission to protect the helpless. It was also a slaughter. And you had loved every second of it.

He didn’t lurk in the hallways outside of your exam rooms like he used to do. Maybe he had thought twice about being proud of you. Maybe he was also ashamed to have you as his avatar.

You tried not to think too hard on it and buried yourself in your books, trying to cloak yourself in your normal, average university life.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when Khonshu rested your hand on your shoulder. “Allow me,” he said, kneeling beside you and prying your fingers from the bunched-up towel.

Could he tell what I was thinking about? You knew that he saw into your mind the first time you had met, but you weren’t sure how much Khonshu had done that since.

You watched as Khonshu cleaned up the coffee and rose to rinse the towel at your kitchen sink. Since when does he do things like this for me? The god’s mood shifted like the phases of the moon, but never had he done something nice for you. It was always you that served him.

You pulled your chair away from the table and sat. Khonshu turned and said, “Very well. If it is what you wish, you may have this…camping trip. On one condition.”

“Which is?” you asked.

“You do not go alone. I will be with you. In case I need to take you back to the city to continue our work.”

You sighed. Of course, he would stipulate something like this. So much for a relaxing vacation.

“Fine, but you’re sitting in the back seat. If you can even fit into my car.”

The drive was a nightmare. Khonshu had altered his height, so he indeed did fit into your car. However, he was the worst backseat driver on the planet. It would be funny how concerned he was for your propensity to drive 20 kilometers per hour above the highway speed limit if it wasn’t absolutely irritating.

“Why does a god care about speeding? You literally can appear anywhere on the planet in a split second. Talk about being over the speed limit,” you scoffed.

“Because it would be an inconvenience if your mortal police force were to see your flagrant disregard for the law,” he griped.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Do you see a car in front of me or behind me? No? Then shush, you old bird,” you hissed back.

When you got to the campsite, you immediately got to work unpacking and pitching your tent. Khonshu stood by and watched you, having grown back to his normal size.

“Okay, if you insist on just standing there, you might as well be useful. Here, set up the tarp, it might rain.” You handed him the rolled-up plastic tarp and rope.

“What do I do with this?” He tilted his head, confused.

“You’re taller than me. Plus, you’re an almighty god, aren’t you? Figure it out.”

“I do not understand-”

“Take the rope and tie the tarp at all corners to the trees so the tarp hangs slanted over my tent, and gravity carries the water off one corner, and I don’t get soaked, okay?” You gestured agitatedly with your hands, trying to convey what you meant.

“I’m not a good fist of vengeance if I get a cold, right?” That was all you were to him. A pawn for him to keep close by so you could serve him. You used to accept your role, but now you wish you hadn’t so readily agreed.

By the time the sun started to set, you had a complete tent and Khonshu had managed to hang the tarp. That, and grumble for an hour about how his fingers were too thick to tie the knots.

You chopped up the firewood you brought and lit your campfire. When the fire had reduced to embers, you threw some tinfoil wrapped potatoes in and started to grill some vegetables over a pan on the grate that came with the firepit.

You gazed up at the sky and your eyes narrowed as you spotted the dark storm clouds on the horizon. You saw a flash of lightning between the clouds and heard the distant rumble of thunder.

“Of course, a 30% chance of rain means not a drizzle,” you complained.

You turned your head back down to the fire, turning the vegetables so they wouldn’t burn. You felt the wind suddenly pick up and your hair whip around.

You looked up and no longer saw any clouds in the sky. It was a perfectly clear evening.

“What just happened? I swear that…” Your voice trailed off as you turned to look at Khonshu. The god almost looked sheepish. As if he was caught red handed.

Okay, now there is something really wrong with this bird brain.

If you had asked Y/N to describe the god, there would be a few insults like “toddler” and “empty skulled”. Followed by “wrathful”, “powerful”, and “unforgiving”.

Praise came rarely from him. It needed to be earned. Favours were reserved for actions that helped you take revenge on those who harmed the innocent.

Cleaning up spilled coffee? Surprising. Clearing the sky of a storm? Either Khonshu wanted to be imprisoned by the Ennead for encroaching on Set’s domain or…he actually cared.

You swiftly turned your head away from him and focused on your dinner, trying not to blush.

You were lying down on the grass, gazing up in wonder at the stars. The harsh streetlights and digital billboards back home blocked out all of the Milky Way, but here it was before your eyes.

You heard Khonshu approach and set his staff down on the ground. He sat down and copied you, lying down and looking up at the night sky with you. A full moon was rising, and you wondered if Khonshu had also exerted his influence to strengthen its silver light.

“It’s beautiful,” you marveled. “I needed this.”

You lay there in silence again until Khonshu spoke. “I am sorry, little swallow. For leaving you alone these past weeks. I thought you needed time to focus and to conclude your affairs with your education, but I see now I was wrong.”

You turned to look at the god. “I was angry. At first, I thought it was because of you, because what I did for you, but I chose to do that and I’m just as much of a monster as them and I-“

Your voice cut off as Khonshu pulled you into a hug. Your breath caught in your throat. You had never been so close to the god before.

“My little swallow. You are not a monster. You are more beautiful than the heavens above us. You forget the good you did that night, of the women you saved. You are always too quick to forget the good inside of you. Whether it is with your mortal life or at my side as my fist.”

He was right. You had hated your life before you met Khonshu, despising every shortcoming you perceived, no matter the size. Back when you had a therapist, she told you that blocking out the good things you do from your mind was called “disqualifying the positive”.

But can you still be good when you were a murderer, even if the ones you killed were also criminals?

“I feel the struggle inside of you to reconcile what your mortal society has raised you to believe, with serving me faithfully,” he remarked. “But know this my swallow; I will never lead you astray. I will always be here to protect you and protect those who walk in my moonlight.”

He took your hand and pulled you up with him as he stood. “I have something to show you.”

Khonshu opened his other hand and held it under the full moon’s light. A necklace with a crescent moon charm materialized, as if moonlight had crystalized in his hand.

He let go of your hand and took the silver chain so he could reach around to place the necklace around your neck. Your hand reached up to touch the charm. Despite seeming like it was made of metal and you had witnessed him conjure it out of moonlight, it was warm against your fingers.

“W-what is this?” you stammered.

“A reminder that I am grateful for your faith in me, and that I am proud of you, little swallow. Never doubt that,” Khonshu reassured you.

He took your hands in his again. “There is another thing I would like to show you.”

You felt the suit wrapping around your body, but this time leaving the necklace around your neck and your face clear.

Without warning, Khonshu started to fly up into the sky, pulling you with him. In shock, you clung tightly to him.

“Uh Khonshu, what is happening?! I am not the best with being this high up-”

He shushed you and leaned in closer to you. “I told you I will never lead you astray. I won’t let you fall.”

You were positive that your cheeks were bright red at his words. Once your breathing had steadied, you took a second to look around.

You were flying with him above the treetops, and you could see the moon’s reflection in the glistening water of the nearby lake. The stars seemed brighter, and the cool night air caressed your face.

Slowly, Khonshu began to let go of your hands. You panicked and tried to get in closer to him once more. He chuckled.

“You are my little swallow. You can fly on your own as well.”

That was news to you, seeing as humans normally did not fly by themselves. You mentally pinched yourself since you were literally the avatar of an Egyptian god. Weirder things have happened.

You took a deep breath and let go of Khonshu’s hands. Your body continued to fly alongside his in sync. He was right. He wouldn’t let you fall.

Your bodies glided through the sky together along the path of the Milky Way. Every turn Khonshu made, you matched, and you began to gain confidence with your new ability. You started to spin and dive on your own, letting out a cry of joy as you experienced the freedom that came with flight.

Khonshu’s mouth never moved but you swear that if he could, he would be smiling at you.

You flew back up to where he was waiting for you, and you continued your flight. Both of your arms were stretched out, your fingertips brushing against each other.

You soared over the lake with him, and you saw your shadowy forms reflected in the water.

“I must admit, I was wrong to have opposed this trip,” Khonshu conceded.

“Oh so, now you’re fine with giving me some time to myself? Ungrateful pigeon,” you quipped.

“Careful, little swallow. I said I would not let you fall, but that does not mean that your flight will always be peaceful.”

The winds started to pick up and you cursed at him as your glide became shaky. “Khonshu, you are the most insufferable being to walk this planet!”

He laughed and flew in to carry you in his arms. Clearly, he did not struggle against the wind.

On impulse, you kissed his beak. That shut up his laughter and the winds died down again.

You and he stayed like that together for a while, hovering in the air while being bathed in the moonlight.

[hertzwritings]

Love bites (and so do I) - exes and Oh’s part 2

A/N: WE’RE OFF TO THE SMUTTY/REQUEST WEEKEND, lovers! And I am BRIMMING with ideas, all of them dirty and deliciously filthy. I could write a bunch of fluffy, romantic sexy things, but this is just so much more fun – what is a gal to do? I also have to thank the amazing @staysluttymyfriends97​, who manages to just cheer me on no matter what, giving life and fire to my ideas and tell me to go for it. Thank you, love, for being there and always being a wonderful friend and cheerleader. Also to my favorite pastry chef who manages to bring me to my knees in full blubber-mode, because she compliments me once @buckyshattergirl​ – you are the fairy, pirate princess of my dreams.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drablle, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit for the content!

I love y’all so much and thank you so much for sticking with me. I cannot believe that so many of you read my brainfarts and loves them as much as I do. I really can’t thank you guys enough. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none.

 THIS IS PART 2 TO EXES AND OH’S AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THAT ONE FIRST!

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Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x female reader (exes to lovers/slight enemies to lovers) x Steve Rogers

Contains: smut, language, VERY rough sex, Beefy!Bucky, Dom!Bucky, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, breath play, degradation, spitting, oral (m receiving) gagging, throat-fucking, spanking, slapping, praise kink, cum-play, cum-stuffing, daddy-kink, orgasm denial, slight bondage, humiliation, slight impact play, cream-pie, unprotected sex, cum-shot, dirty talk, auralism, biting

W.C: 5.354 (whoops, it ran away from me)

 Love bites (and so do I)

Bucky was in near hell. One fucking night, one, and he’s back to being buried inside of her – it was pathetic really, how easily he folded when it came to her. She was dating Steve, his best friend through most of his life, and Bucky couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. The water hit his back in hard jets, the warmth almost overwhelming as he stood in the shower to wash away any trace of her on his skin. He supposed that’s why they didn’t work out in the first place; they were volatile and desperate for each other, which made for a fucking cocktail of danger. Not that he minded it, but she must’ve. He groaned and ran a hand over his chest, tracing the memory of her fingers – Goddamnit, he was seriously fucked.

He dried off with the clear consensus that nothing else was going to happen, no more. It had been a one (well, two) and done. Got it out of his system. Good. That was good, great. He pushed back the thoughts of her little whimpers and the fact that he might not be entirely over her in the deepest corners of his brain. Four more days. Four, and she’d be gone again. Maybe he should tell Steve. It wasn’t fair on him to go around, acting like a fucking puppy with her, when Bucky had his cock piledriving her the night before. He sighed and got dressed, before making his way to the kitchen. It would probably not do any good to tell Steve; he’d lose his best friend and his girlfriend in one, fell swoop if Bucky decided to open his big mouth and tell him. A part of him wondered, if she’d come back to Bucky, if she and Steve split – there were still lingering feelings (obviously) and the way they ended the relationship left a lot to be said. She’d broken it off, and he’d been left to scowl and withdraw from everyone and everything since. He never really got over it, if he was honest – maybe the night before and the closet was enough for him to get rid of whatever he held for her. Maybe it just needed to get out of the system. Fuck, get her out of his head, get on with life.

He frowned as he saw Y/N and Steve lounging around on the couch, her perfect legs slung over Steve’s thighs, both of them laughing at something super funny. Disgusting.

He made himself a cup of coffee, probably a little louder than he normally would.

“Yo, Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his thoughts. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw before looking at them – Y/N had this goddamned smirk on her lips, her eyes twinkling at him. He twitched in his pants. “What’s up, Steve?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level and calm. Steve grinned. “Mind if she stays for a week longer? Her place won’t be ready on time.” He said and Bucky worried about that twinkle of mischief in his best friend’s eye. Fucking shit. “S’fine.” He mumbled, clenching around the fucking stupid coffee-cup. “Thank you, Bucky, that means so much to me.” Her voice was enough to make him almost crack a tooth. “Yeah, well…” He trailed off and quickly left the kitchen, palming his damn pants. Yeah, this was hell.

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If he thought it had been bad before that night, it was nothing compared to now. She was constantly doing these stupid, little things that made his stupid, fucking body react. A hand on the small of his back, whenever she passed him. Leaning over the counter wearing that goddamned top, that made him want to bury his face in her tits. She made barely concealed comments about the way, he fucked her back then – Steve just laughed at it and clearly wasn’t all too bothered about it.

Bucky, on the other hand? Very bothered. Extremely bothered. And horny. He was just about ready to pull fixtures from the walls with his bare hands from pure, pent-up aggression. It was too much, and the fact that he could almost smell her made him see fucking red. It was like heroin to him. Or, rather, she was – and he had kicked the habit a year ago but jumped willingly into it again with both feet. Like a fucking idiot.  

“You can’t keep doing this.” He hissed at her, when she “accidentally” brushed her ass against his crotch as she passed him to get a cup from the dishwasher. The fucking skirt was so short, he could easily push a finger or two inside of her. It wasn’t the first time, and it sure as shit probably wouldn’t be the last. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do what?” He groaned as she pushed back just a little. “That. You’re dating Steve, stop trying to fuck me!” He whispered, eyes on the staircase; Steve was in a meeting in the office upstairs, and apparently, that made Y/N feel bold. “You know, you’re awfully tense.” She said with a shrug and filled her cup with coffee. “Fucking stop. I’m not here for your entertainment, if you’re horny, go fuck Steve.” She sighed and, possibly without thinking, she walked to the living room and muttered under her breath. “Like I’d ever fuck Stevie.” He felt like had been poured over with a bucket of ice-water.

“What did you just say?” His voice was calm and very, very dangerous. She turned slowly on her feet; her eyes were wide.

  “Uh…” “Did you just say you wouldn’t want to fuck Steve?” He took a step towards her like a predator hunting his prey. “Listen, James, I…” She backed away from him. “No, don’t give me a shitty excuse. You wouldn’t want to fuck your boyfriend, huh?” Another step. “I…” Another step. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He rumbled, his fingers flexing at his sides. If she had been playing him for all this time, he was going to fucking lose it. “James, babe…” He growled at the endearment. She apparently didn’t want to wait to see the outcome of whatever he was planning, because she placed her cup on the table and spurted up the stairs, calling for Steve.

Bucky was seeing fucking red. One thing was the torture of knowing she had moved on, especially with his best friend, but it was another thing entirely if she had pretended to date Steve. Oh, God, if she had pretended just to fuck him over, he was going to die.

He heard Steve’s voice trail from the office, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to listen in. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know…” “He found out!! I was an idiot, I let it slip and now…” She whined. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Steve answered. Bucky could almost hear her eyes roll. “Just… Fucking help, Steve!” Her voice was wavering, and Bucky felt a little bit of pride in his chest at her desperation. Good. “Seriously, you wanted to play this game, I came along because I literally cannot deal with the brooding and sulking, but I’m not getting you out of this one.” Steve sighed. “I don’t even think I can. I’m in for it, too, you know?” He said and she groaned. “But Steve…” “Well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions?” Steve said and he chuckled. “You got yourself in this mess to what, test the waters, and now you gotta go upstream in shit creek without paddles on your own, sweetheart.” Bucky drew a deep breath and cracked his neck before beginning to ascend the stairs. She wasn’t getting out of this one, no matter how hard she tried.

Both of their voices quieted as they heard his shoes on the stairs. He knew he was an imposing man, but the anger that rolled off him right now was seeping through to the way he walked, heavy feet as he slowly made his way up. He saw them when he reached the landing, and he clenched his jaw at the sight – Y/N was cowering slightly behind Steve, and Steve had a shit-eating grin on his face. “What the fuck did you do, Steve?” Bucky asked in a leveled voice. Steve widened his eyes. “Who, me? Nothing.” “Don’t fucking bullshit me!” Bucky lost his damned cool completely at Steve’s fucking tone and the way Y/N grabbed his arm. “Woah, man! Chill! She asked for my help, that’s it.” Steve held his arms up in surrender and Bucky glared at him. “What. Did. You. Do?” Bucky emphasized his words with a small step inside of the office. “Listen, this is not my…” Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Steve might be a big man, but right now, he looked like the small kid from Brooklyn in front of Bucky. “Y/N.” His voice was dripping with danger, he could hear it himself. She never could go against that tone of voice, and he saw her slowly peek out from behind Steve. “On your fucking knees.” The domineering part of him took over fully, wanting nothing more than to punish her for making him look like a fucking fool. “Bucky, isn’t that a little…” Bucky’s eyes whipped to Steve, who shut his mouth. Good. “You don’t get a say in this. You stand there and look pretty, until I tell you otherwise.” He pointed a finger at Steve, who didn’t dare do anything else but nod. “Y/N, last time. On your fucking knees, right now.” She whimpered but did as he asked, crawling towards him. She stopped in front of him, her bare knees on the floor – he could hear the skin slide against the wood, and it gave him a weird sense of pleasure knowing she probably broke the skin a little. She looked up at him. “I’m sor…” He cut her off, squatting in front of her and grabbed a hold of her chin with strong fingers. She whined at the pressure. “You will be fucking sorry.” He grumbled before spitting in her face. She mewled at the feeling of it hitting her face, and it made him twitch uncomfortably in his pants. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? Couldn’t just have told me you wanted to try again, huh? Needed to play a fucking game instead?” She closed her eyes, and his hand flew from her chin to her cheek, the slap ringing through the room. Steve shuffled uncomfortably on his feet and Bucky shot him a glance. “I’m just going to go…” Steve began. “No, the fuck you aren’t. you’re going to stay here and fucking watch.” “Buddy, it’s not my…” Bucky growled. “It fucking is, Steve. Stay, or I will tie you to the fucking chair behind you.” Steve swallowed. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve observed whatever Bucky had going on, but this was different – Bucky had never been this harsh before. He turned his eyes from Steve, who sat down in the chair, to Y/N, who was whimpering. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She nodded. “You wanted me to fuck the fucking brat out of you, huh? Been a bad girl, a fucking brat to me, and you just needed daddy’s cock to screw it right out of you, until you got so cock-drunk you got stupid?” She whimpered again and Bucky heard a muttered fuck from Steve.

He didn’t care.

“Mouth.” She understood clearly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue out – Steve groaned from his chair and Bucky glared at him. “Another fucking sound out of you, and I’ll shut you right the fuck up myself.” He promised, and Steve nodded. That wouldn’t be the first time either. He turned to face Y/N again and let spit fall onto her tongue. “Swallow it.” She willingly did, her eyes glazed over, and he saw her hips buck slightly. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Already so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you, you filthy, fucking slut.” The words gave him power, made his shoulders roll and he felt powerful as he sat in front of her, Steve watching the punishment unfold. Bucky slowly rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants completely, before he opened his pants and let them fall to the ground. He looked to Steve. “Clean the fucking desk off.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” Steve joked but followed orders anyway. Bucky saw the strain in his pants. He looked back at Y/N, who had swimming eyes and her lips curled just a little; that just wouldn’t do. “You are a pathetic, little whore, aren’t you? Want me to fuck you dumb, do you?” he asked in a slow, low voice. “Please…” her voice was like fucking music to his ears. He let his palm connect with her cheek again. “What did you say?” She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes again. “Please, daddy.” “Good girl. You’re not so dumb, you forgot, did you?” he said with a sly smile on his lips. She shook her head. “Mouth open, tongue out. I’m going to fuck your throat until you’re just about to pass out.” He said and heard the soft whine in the back of her throat. He knelt down again and softened his gaze. “Y/N.” the shift of tone made her open her eyes and he searched them for any signs of this going over her limits. “I’m fucking angry, but I’m not crossing lines. Color?” “Green.” She answered. “Safeword?” “Peach.” He almost smiled at that. “If you can’t say it, tap me three times and I’ll stop. Got it?” he gently ran his thumb across her cheekbone. She smiled. “Yes, daddy.” And they were back. He stood again and looked at Steve, who had cleaned the desk completely. “Steve, you better sit closer. You need to see all of her punishment, got it?” Steve nodded and moved the chair from behind the desk to the side, where he had full view of Y/N’s profile. She still had her mouth open, and Bucky didn’t want to wait – he pulled his hard cock out and groaned as he tightened his grip around his length. The vein on the underside was throbbing. He smeared the tip on her tongue, letting the precum disperse on her tongue. “Deep breath now. I’m counting down, and I don’t give a shit if you didn’t get to breathe before.” He said. “Three… Two… One.” He pushed his hard length as deep as it could go, and she gagged around him. “Eyes on me, you fucking whore. Look me in the eyes while I choke you with my cock.” She moved her eyes to his, and tears trickled down past her cheeks, mixing with the spit on her chin – she was a fucking vision, gagging on his cock, breath stolen from her, and he wrapped a hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began fucking her throat, pushing deeper than he had before – she choked and gagged, spit drippled onto her legs. Steve grunted and Bucky shot him a quick look. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” He commanded. “Buck…” “No. not yet.” He was panting as his cock slid in and out of her throat until three taps landed on his thigh. He pulled out of her, and she gasped and coughed. He stroked himself. “Good girl, you took me so fucking well, didn’t you?” He praised and the sounds she was making made him fucking feral. It was insane, the chokehold she had on him. “Thank you, daddy.” She croaked, a smile on her swollen lips. “Am I forgiven?” His eyes darkened and Steve chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, you don’t know what you just did.” Bucky tugged her hair tightly back and slapped her cheek again before gripping her throat tightly. “You think you’re forgiven just because I used your throat?” She whimpered. “Oh, no, you’re not. I’m going to use you like my fucking fuck-doll, and you’re going to take it. After that, I’ll let Steve cum in your throat and then we’ll see.” He sneered. “You’re such a fucking needy girl. Stupid.” He tightened his grip on her throat. “Turn around, ass up, face down.” He let her go, and she followed suit – her damn fucking skirt rode up and it took every ounce of self-control to not just fuck her raw right then and there. She laid her head on the floor and he stepped over to her face, placing his boot on her jaw, pinning her to the floor, and bent down slightly. “Look at you, you dirty, fucking whore. Ready for me to just give you anything, huh?” He tasted metal. “Yes, daddy…” She moaned, wiggling her ass a little. Steve groaned again. “Man, can I…” “No, you asshole.” He turned back to Y/N and added a little extra pressure on her jaw; she mewled. “If you beg me once, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking use your legs for a month.” He spat at her, teeth baring and wrapped the buckled end of his belt around his hand. She saw and her eyes fluttered closed. He chuckled darkly and straightened up to his full height before going behind her to look at her ass. He hummed as he rolled the skirt up and let it bunch around the waist. “Fucking dirty, little girl, aren’t you? Wearing no panties, just wet and ready for whoever wants to stick a cock in you?” She whimpered as he let his long, thick fingers slide against her folds and dip inside of her. She pushed back against him, but he removed his fingers roughly. “Don’t fucking think you’re getting anything out of this, little girl.” He ran his hand over her ass. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you? Teasing me, acting the way you have?” He kept his hand on her ass. “Answer me.” A smack landed on her and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Y-yes, daddy, fuck, I’ve been bad…” She answered breathily. He could see how fucking wet she was, and his will to punish her almost waned at the sight. “Count ’em.” He barked before drawing his hand back and swung the belt down on her cheek with a hard whisk through the air. She yelped as it made contact with her, the skin instantly going red. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got marks that’ll last months.” He said with a devious smile, before smoothing his palm over the red streak. “Color?” She moaned at his touch. “Green.” She was breathless but the answer was clear. “Good girl.” He let the belt fall on her bare cheeks ten times total, and at the end, he could see her slick drip down her inner thighs and her mouth moved with silent begging. She was shivering.

“You did so good, baby girl… You did so good for daddy.” He soothed the skin on her ass with his hand and he blew cool air on the reddened skin. She moaned at the feeling. “Buck, I’m fucking seconds away from exploding.” Steve grunted, palming his cock through his jeans. Bucky rolled his eyes. “Fucking fine. Just… Wait until I’m in her.” He grabbed a hold of her hair again as the sound of Steve’s zipper reverberated through the room. He slowly let her stand on shaky legs and let her to the desk, bending her over it. “Steve, move front.” He nodded towards the desk to the end, where her face was, and Steve lifted an eyebrow at her. She whined. “Stevie…” He chuckled. “Nu-uh, baby girl. You got yourself here, clean up the mess.” He simply said, letting his cock spring out of his boxers. Bucky chuckled and stood behind her. “Steve, get your belt. Tie it, bind it I don’t care, but get it on her fucking arms.” He ordered. “Yes, sarge.” Steve rolled his eyes but followed the direction anyway – Bucky snarled at him. “Do that one more time and you’ll choke on my cock.” Steve gulped. “Sorry.” He tied her hands down with the belt and Bucky took his own off his hand, gently sliding it around her throat and let the end loop through the buckle, giving him a leash. He tugged it to the side, very careful to have enough room for her to breathe a little and not crush her windpipe. “Color?” He asked, tugging it slightly. She was in sub-space completely, and didn’t answer him, her eyes trained on Steve’s cock in front of her. “Baby girl, you gotta answer or I’ll have to punish you.” He let his palm fall to the top of her ass, and she whined. “Color, baby.” He tugged on the makeshift leash again. “Green, daddy.” He massaged her ass gently. “There’s my girl.” He cleared his throat and lined himself up behind her – he let a single finger dip inside of her and she moaned, bucking her hips. “I don’t even need to stretch you out, do I? you got so wet from me punishing you, you fucking whore? Yeah, you want daddy to fill you up, fucking breed you?” he growled. “Fuck! Y-yes, daddy, please, I just… Need you.” She whispered, and Steve’s cock twitched in front of her. “You want his cock in your throat, baby girl?” He leaned over her back, cock nudging at her dripping hole. “You want to get fucked in your mouth by Steve, while I fuck you stupid with my cock?” She mewled. “Y-yes, daddy.” “Earn it.” He grabbed a tight hold on the leash and yanked it to the side, her head following; her sounds were fucking sinful, and he was well aware he wasn’t going to last long. “You better take all of me, got it?” She nodded once. “Good girl.” He let his fingers stroke her cheekbone and in one big thrust, he was buried inside of her.

She screamed at the sudden intrusion, lurching forwards on the table and panted. “I can’t, you’re too… F-fuck, you’re too deep!” She moaned out, spit pooling under her. “No, baby. I don’t care if you think I’m too deep, you’re going to fucking take it, because what?” He inched himself forward a little, nudging her cervix. Fuck, she was tight. “B-because I’m a good, little…” She moaned. “I’m your slut, I’m your good little slut!” “There’s my girl.” He drew back and slammed inside of her again, her walls dragging and tensing around him. “Fucking hell, Steve… Should’ve taken your chance, when you had her…” He chuckled. “’You can touch now.”   “Thank fucking God.” Steve began slowly stroking himself, letting the tip of his cock rest right in front of her face. “You want him in your mouth?” Bucky asked, his balls slapping against her clit, making her moans tumble from her lips. “Yes, yes, please…” “Get it, then.” He fucked her relentlessly, as she tried to stretch her neck to reach Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “So fucking desperate for a cock in you, aren’t you?” Bucky rumbled, picking up speed. He was ramming her deeply, feeling her flutter around him. “You’re so fucking eager.” Steve’s voice sounded and Bucky almost whined at the sound. God, he’d missed this shit. She tightened around him. “Oh, is my little girl gonna cum? You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock?” She nodded and finally, with a gleeful moan, got Steve’s cock between her lips, precum smearing on her lips. Bucky stilled completely as Steve began fucking her mouth, groaning at the feeling. “You’re not fucking coming. Not until you’ve begged for it.” He whispered, wrapping her hair around his hand again, forcing her to take Steve deeper. She whimpered around his cock, her walls tightening again. She gagged when Steve pushed deeper in, and he chuckled a little. “Fucking hell, Buck, you should see her face. She’s so fucking cock-drunk, she can’t even see straight.” Bucky chuckled as well. “Now, I’m going to fuck this pretty, wet, tight pussy, but you’re not coming until I say so, baby… Show me you deserve it.” He whispered and began driving his hips back and forth again, his cock twitching inside of her. She felt like fucking heaven, so tight and so fucking wet, he had half a mind to stay inside her forever. “Shit, baby girl… Look at that pretty pussy, taking me so well, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help himself – he was looking at the way his cock slid in and out of her, and he almost came when she whined and choked on Steve’s dick. “Goddamn… Steve, take the reins.” He handed him the belt and Steve yanked it a little, feeling out where to tighten it to make it just right.

Bucky shifted his weight slightly to angle a little upwards, while his fingers found her clit. She whimpered and shook, trying to hold back her orgasm – he was getting close too, but refused to cum before her. He might be many things, but a selfish man, he was not. “Come on, pretty girl, beg around Steve’s cock.” He angled and hammered her hard, her swollen lips sucking him in. Muffled sounds came from her throat mixed with gagging, and he chuckled. Steve moaned. “What? I can’t hear you.” She tried again, but with the same result. Steve pulled out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with his cock instead, leaving a trail of spit on it. “Come on, let him know.” He said nonchalantly. “P-please, I’m begging… Fuck, l-let me cum on your cock, daddy, please… I’ll be good, I pro…” She moaned as he hit a certain spot within. “I p-promise I’ll be good, daddy, please, please, please…” She was clenching him so tightly, he barely had a chance to move and he chuckled. “What do you say, Stevie? Should we let this little cum-slut get her way?” Steve sighed dramatically. “If I get my cock in her mouth again.” Bucky laughed. “Fine. Baby girl, you can’t cum until he’s in your throat.” She nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy.” She opened her mouth and Steve slid inside of her again, while Bucky picked up the pace. She squeezed tightly around him. “Yes, there’s a good girl… Fucking cum on my cock, baby.” Wetness gushed from her and her legs shook, when her orgasm took her over – she was barely standing, his hands on her hips holding her to the table, seemed to be the only thing holding her up; she whimpered around Steve’s cock again and her pussy pulsed around Bucky’s hard cock. “Fucking hell, baby, you want me to fill you? You want daddy’s cum in you, like a good little slut?” She nodded and gagged as Steve drove his cock deeper inside of her throat. “Yeah, fucking take it, baby… I’m going to fucking fill you, you’re going to be dripping with me for days.” He moaned and panted, the pace faltering as he neared his high. She pushed her ass back against him and he groaned, fingers bruising her hips. Steve was moaning as well, clearly getting there too. “Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl, taking all of me so well…” He was rambling and he knew it, but he didn’t give a shit. She was pushing back against him, her walls clenching and releasing around him, and he couldn’t hold back for much longer. “Steve, don’t fucking cum until I’m done.” “Dude…” “Don’t start with me!” Bucky grumbled, driving himself as deeply as he could. She was whimpering and gagging, spit pooling under her chin on the desk and her pussy was gushing wetness as he drove himself over the edge.

He came with a roar and slammed his cock as deep as he could, balls slapping against her clit as he filled her with his spend; he was panting, and it felt like he emptied his goddamned soul into her. He stilled and kept his cock inside of her, holding the cum in. “You’re such a good girl, took me so well, baby… Look at this fucking pussy, just swallowing everything I give…” He chuckled and watched Steve going faster and faster, keeping a tight hold on the belt to keep her in place. “You did so good, baby… I’m keeping this fucking cum inside of you, my little whore.” He kissed her shoulder and she gagged again. “You want Steve to cum, huh? Want him to cum all over your face, baby?” Steve smirked and she nodded. He pulled out and began fisting his cock, looking down at her face – open-mouthed and tongue out. “Fuck, you really are a cock-drunk little bitch, aren’t you?” She mewled and Bucky joined in on it, keeping his finger on her clit, rubbing small, rough circles. Her hips bucked against him. “She’s finally dumbed down, isn’t she? I think her face would look prettier covered in you, don’t you Steve?” He nodded and tightened his grip on his length, nearing the edge. Bucky moved his hips lazily, keeping his semi-hard cock sliding in and out of her. She was shaking again. “You want to cum again, baby? You think you’ve earned it?” He asked, slapping her ass a little. She mewled. “Yes, please… Daddy, please, I’ve been so good…” She rambled, her eyes on Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “Then cum, baby. Stupid, fucking, slut, cum for me and Steve. Let me hear those noises.” She came hard, screaming out in between moans, her legs and arms shaking; Steve came on her face with ropes of hot cum, coating her lashes, nose, cheeks and some on her tongue. She moaned at the feeling and lapped up as much as she could.

Bucky finally stilled completely and caught Steve’s eyes. “Can you go get her a wet towel and a bottle of water?” he asked softly. Steve nodded and tucked his length back in his pants, before leaving the room. Bucky pulled out of her – and for good measure, he added a few fingers to fuck into her slowly, pushing his cum deeper inside of her. She moaned brokenly, clearly completely spent. He gently removed his fingers and kissed her bare ass, keeping a hand on her back as he slowly unwrapped the belt from her throat and her hands. She whined as it fell from her, and he could see the marks on her wrists and neck. He kissed her forehead before swiftly scooping her into his arms, carrying her bridal style to his room. She curled up against him, hands around his neck.

“Here you go.” Steve came inside and sat the wet towel and water next to the bed. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Bucky nodded gratefully. Steve smiled and left, closing the door after him. “Relax, baby. I got you.” He murmured, gently cleaning her off; the cum from her face and thighs, where it had dripped down, her folds and the sweat from her body. He raised the water bottle to her lips and didn’t let down until he was satisfied with the amount, she managed to drink. She sighed and she could barely hold her eyes open.

He laid down next to her, drawing gentle circles on her arm and tucked her close to his body. She wrapped her arm around his torso. “I did good, daddy?” He shushed her. “It’s okay baby, you did great. I’m just James now, baby. It’s okay.” His lips kissed along her hairline as she slowly came out of her space, her grip on him tightening. “You okay, peach?” She nodded. “I’m great.” He smiled against her hair. “Good girl. Get some rest.” She shook her head tiredly. “We should talk.” She mumbled against his chest. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll get to it later.”

There wasn’t anything to talk about for him at least. Despite the way it came about, he was more than happy to have her back in his arms. That’s all that mattered to him.

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im IN LOVE with false god, omg when natasha got introduced... perfect. cant wait for more.

False God | m.m. | 19

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language. Just a tiny bit threatening

Author’s Note: I’m back(ish) baby

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | Buy Me a Coffee?

“Come back with me to Wakanda,” Natasha offered, arm wrapped around her friend’s shoulders as they walked down the street.

“I’m not super interested in watching Barnes get his brain fixed, honestly,” she admitted with a weak laugh, looking at her feet as they walked. It still felt like her eyes were swollen from crying. “Besides, I kind of like being a substitute teacher.”

“That’s the saddest thing you’ve said all week,” Natasha teased as she pushed open the door of the coffee shop with her foot. “And you’ve said some sad shit.”

Their attention snapped as a familiar voice called out her name. Karen was walking from the counter with a drink carrier –three coffees for the office. Natasha watched as the blonde approached, setting the coffees on the nearest table.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Karen said dramatically, throwing her arms around the telepath in a hug. “Foggy won’t tell me what’s going on; Matt’s been ignoring everyone. I was so worried when he said you broke up with him, but I didn’t know if you’d want to hear from me.”

Truthfully, Karen would have been a welcome sight after the week she had been having. Natasha was an excellent friend, truly, but she was blunt and honest when it came to men and break-ups. And while that was greatly appreciated, sometimes she just wanted someone who would mope and watch shitty rom-coms with and eat ice cream. Karen would have happily done that with her; and not told Matt a word about it. Honestly, with how Matt treated his friends lately, she was certain Karen wouldn’t even tell him about their meeting today.

However, she almost scoffed at the thought that she was the one that broke up with him. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but Matt broke up with me.”

“What?” Karen exclaimed. “That son of a bitch just…he keeps lying to me. Oh my god.”

“That does seem to be Murdock’s whole thing,” Natasha interjected, waving her hand. Then she picked up one of the coffees. “Matt doesn’t deserve this. Thanks, Karen.”

As if suddenly realizing who stood in front of her, Karen’s eyes went wide as Natasha took a sip of the coffee she claimed as her own.

“How…how do you know who I am?”

“I know everyone who works with Matt Murdock.”

The telepath elbowed her friend, giving her a warning look. “Don’t be weird.”

Karen just laughed, shaking her head some. “Honestly, nothing is weird to me anymore. You two are the most normal experience I’ve had all week.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, now taking Foggy’s coffee.

“They’re going to be pissed that I’m coming back empty handed,” Karen commented, as if avoiding the question.

“Let them be pissy; you can take them the empty cups with a note from me,” Natasha offered.

“What happened this week?” She asked again, brow raised.

Karen just looked down for a moment, nodding in agreement before she continued. “I uh…I may have broken into Frank Castle’s house to find out about him. To try to help prove he can be considered insane, and can’t be held on trial.”

She almost spit out her coffee, covering her mouth now. “Karen, what the fuck?”

“Well, Matt’s been too busy to help with the case and Foggy is drowning –”

“I’ve read the man’s mind; he’s not insane. He fully understands what he did.”

“When have you read his mind?” Karen asked, frowning deeply as she picked up her own coffee now. Natasha gave her friend a pointed look but she simply shook her head.

“When he shot me.”

Karen could accept that answer, as it made the most sense. What would not have made sense would be explaining that she had been up on the roof with Matt and Frank the other night, not stopping Frank from absolutely demolishing an entire club of bikers. What would not have made sense would be explaining that she read Frank’s mind because she knew the man personally, and was willing to let him get his revenge; that Frank Castle would not stop until he reached it.

No, none of that made sense to explain to Karen, who didn’t know about Matt and her extracurricular actitivies.

Karen sipped her own coffee, nodding after a moment. “I just…I can’t believe Matt broke up with you; he was always talking about you.”

“Did he mention why he thinks I broke up with him?” She asked curiously. Natasha glanced at her from the corner of her eye.

“He just said that you were tired of the long hours he was working; which makes no sense because he’s barely ever at work lately.”

Now she scoffed. “Remember that client that deposited that big ass check into the firm’s account?” She asked. Karen nodded, frowning some as her brow furrowed. “It was his ex-girlfriend. He’s been helping her; he lied to me about it. Then I caught him with her in our bed.”

“Holy shit,” Karen set her coffee back down, leaning against the table behind her. “He…he really cheated on you?”

It would have been easier to say yes, Matt cheated on her. But she’d seen his thoughts. She had seen what happened. He hadn’t cheated on her; that wasn’t something he’d do. Besides, she didn’t need to help him ruin his friendship anyway. Matt seemed to be doing that just fine himself.

So she shook her head. “No, he didn’t. But his thoughts are incredibly loud; she was all he was able to focus on. And how he was corrupting me or some bullshit.”

“Matt…corrupting you?” Karen asked, tone shifting into uncertainty.

“Honestly, if anyone’s corrupting anyone, it’s me with him. After what we did in that church –”

It was Natasha who choked on her coffee next as Karen looked taken back for a moment. Natasha looked at her with surprise. “You did not desecrate a church with that man. Please tell me you’re lying.”

“Really wish I could. If I wasn’t going to hell before, I definitely am now.”

*****

Matt stood on the roof of her apartment that night, listening intently for any sign of her. She had blocked his number; she had blocked Foggy’s. When Karen had returned from the coffee shop with three empty coffees, she had called him out on his lies. Then she had left without another word. Foggy had just shaken his head and returned to Castle’s case, not able to give him any more of his attention.

Matt missed her.

It ached in his bones, like he was going to fall apart at any moment. He was becoming more reckless as he fought Elektra’s enemies; fought the Hand that she and Stick had talked about. It was almost as if he didn’t care if he lived or died anymore. And maybe he didn’t; after all, if he didn’t have her…what was the point?

He knew, deep down, this was for the best. That the pain would subside eventually. He would move on; maybe even with Elektra. She would move on too. But until then, he couldn’t help trying to catch even a glimpse of her voice. Any hint. But her apartment was empty; it had been empty the last two weeks. There was never any change. It was as if she disappeared into thin air. It was starting to make him worry, honestly. But he couldn’t do anything else but wait.

Elektra stood a few feet behind him, watching him with narrowed eyes. She was far from interested in Matt’s plights. She had thought that, without being attached to the Avenger, she could coax him back into her arms. And she did occasionally; they shared several moments that reminded her why she loved him. But he was not her’s to keep. She wasn’t quite used to getting what she wanted.

“She’s not here, Matthew,” Elektra pointed out, crossing her arms. “We need to get to work. Things aren’t going to stop simply because your heart aches for someone you cannot have.”

He huffed in anger, glancing over his shoulder at her. Deep down, he knew she was right. He couldn’t stop what he was doing; stop fighting this war Elektra brought to him, just because he missed her. But if a war was really coming —didn’t he have an obligation to warn her? To protect her? It’s why he left in the first place; to keep her safe from his corruption.

“She needs to know there’s danger,” Matt argued, turning now to leave.

Elektra followed close behind, rolling her eyes. “Matthew, she is an Avenger. Even if she didn’t absolutely hate you, she wouldn’t need your warning. I’m almost certain she can handle herself.”

“Wasn’t it you who told me I was putting her life at risk?” He snapped at her, turning on his heel to point down at her. “Wasn’t it you who said she deserves someone who can keep her safe —but now suddenly, she can handle herself?”

Elektra stared up at him, unbothered by his sudden anger. It wasn’t her fault Matt was so easily overcome by his need to protect others. “Perhaps I just wanted you to myself —“

“You manipulated me into leaving the woman I love—“

“You are a grown man, Matthew. I shouldn’t have been able to get into your head so easily,” she cut him off, stabbing her finger into the padding on his chest. “If you truly loved her so much, you would not have been so easily pushed away from her; so easily pushed back to me.”

Matt stared down at Elektra, his eyes narrowing under his mask. He hated that she was so capable of getting into his head. But Elektra had always been good at that; good at making him the worst version of himself.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he finally said, walking away from her once more. “Maybe I let you manipulate me, and maybe that says a lot about me. But I do not love you, Elektra. Not anymore.”

“Matthew —“

“No,” he snapped at her, but he kept his pace up as he hopped down onto the fire escape. “Whatever you think you did to ruin what she and I had —it didn’t work. It won’t work. I’d rather have her hate me than let you think you got anything out of it. Once this is done —once this fight, this war, whatever it is. When it is done, you will leave. And you will never bother me again.”

Elektra narrowed her eyes next, stopping her tailing of him. She was still on the roof as he made it about halfway down the building. “Perhaps I should go meet her for myself, then.”

Matt stopped abruptly, standing on the fire escape as he slowly looked back up at her. “If you so much as touch her, Elektra, you will regret it.”

“Prove it.”

Before Matt could get back on the roof, Elektra did what she did best: she disappeared.

Hell hath no fury like the Devil chasing his demons.

*****

“Frank keeps asking to talk to you. I could really use that,” Foggy pleaded with her as she kicked her feet up on the barstool. He had tried sitting down; she was blocking his way. “Seriously? Five minutes.”

“Three.”

“Fine.”

She moved her feet, allowing him to sit down now as she turned back to her drink. It wasn’t Josie’s, where she had gotten used to going, but it would do for the time being. It wasn’t worth going to Josie’s in the offhand chance Matt would be there. Though, based on the things she was hearing from Natasha, he wasn’t exactly going out and drinking with buddies.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” She asked, looking over her cocktail with a frown.

“Marci saw you and told me,” he admitted, setting his briefcase on the bar now. “I get you’re mad at Matt. You should be. He’s being a shitty friend right now. But I swear on my life, on my license, everything —if you help me, I won’t tell him anything about you.”

She sipped her drink, taking a moment to consider her options. “What can I do? I’m just a substitute teacher —“

“That’s such bullshit,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“I happen to really like my job,” she argued, giving him a pointed look. “What do you need, Foggy? Of course I’ll help.”

The relief that flooded his face was endearing; she felt bad that she had cut him off. Foggy had been one of her only friends during her house arrest, and she had missed him as much as she had missed Karen. But it just wasn’t a risk she could take. However, with how bad Matt seemed to be treating everyone —maybe this was a sign of a bigger problem at hand.

Foggy explained that Frank refused to talk to him or Matt (when Matt showed up), but said he’d talk to her. That would have been fine, but because she wasn’t a lawyer, Foggy worried that it wouldn’t be admissible in court. But it was something —and if it was the only thing they could get, he’d try it. Especially because he was going into this alone.

“You know,” Foggy lifted the beer the bartender slid to him. “Natasha is terrifying.”

“She’s much nicer than she let’s on,” she promised, smiling behind her glass. “It’s…it’s been a long time since she’s needed to really keep an eye out for me. I don’t usually get hurt easily.”

“She’s a good friend,” he offered, standing now as he left his money on the bar and took his briefcase. “At least one of us has someone backing us up.”

She frowned deeply her eyes followed his movement, brow furrowing. If she pulled this thread, if she asked about him, her progress in getting over it would be squandered. Matt’s activities didn’t matter to her anymore. They couldn’t. They shouldn’t. But the words were coming out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“What’s he doing?”

Foggy shook his head, adjusting his case over his shoulder. “I…I really wish I could tell you. He doesn’t answer his phone and he hasn’t really come to work.”

She didn’t need to read Foggy’s mind to know how hurt he was. It was so clear in his voice and face as he thought about Matt. And it only made her decision to stay away from him more solid. If he was so willing to hurt his friends and her for Elektra and whatever this bullshit was —he’d do it again and again.

“I gotta go,” she announced, shaking her head. “I have superhero lessons to give.”

“To who?” Foggy asked, frowning. “You’re still on probation.”

She waved him off. “Spider-Man needs my help.”

“If I can guess his identity —“

“I wouldn’t tell you if you were right. Superhero bro code.”

Foggy just nodded, walking with her towards the door. When they exited, and bid each other good bye, she promised she’d unblock him. Foggy seemed genuine that he wouldn’t tell Matt anything; even if he could. She promised not to hesitate to call if she needed him, and said she’d send him the address of where she was staying so they could prepare his questions for Frank.

They went their separate ways, and she made her way back to the hotel. She couldn’t stay there forever, but Stark had booked out the remainder of the month for her. It was going to be her home until she felt that Matt wouldn’t be stalking her apartment. Natasha had caught him there, and she just wasn’t ready to see him in any other capacity besides “work.”

Even that was a bit much.

As she walked, there was an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Like she was being watched. As she scanned the thoughts of those around her —thinking it was Matt —she turned a sharp corner. But the thoughts weren’t his. And by the time she realized who it was, she was backed into a corner, trapped. A sai pressed to her throat.

“I do believe it’s time for you and I to become acquainted.”

“I’d rather you just kill me, honestly.”

“That can certainly be arranged,” Elektra responded, though she didn’t seem to be threatening her. She pulled her weapon away.

Elektra’s thoughts weren’t loud by any means. It was the opposite really. They were very calculated, cold. But between the flashes of Matt’s face and the violent images from whatever they were doing, something made the hero uncomfortable as she side stepped away from her. Elektra didn’t seem to care enough to stop her.

“I’m sure Matt would be just thrilled if you killed his ex.”

“He would get over it, I’m sure.”

But the conversation that seemingly passed through Elektra’s mind told a different story.

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲

summary: Stepdad!Steve cleanses your filthy mouth with his cock.

pairing: Stepdad!Steve x Stepdaughter!Reader

warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. smut. Stepdad!Steve. rough oral sex (yes, again). heavy spit play. cum play. Daddy kink. swearing. fingering. female orgasm. infidelity. slight dubcon but all parties are willing.

word count: 1,834

author's note: first dip in the stepdad! pool and I'm thrilled with the nasty results 😬 beta: thank you forever, @cockslut-padalecki

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

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Shuffling into the quaint sized kitchen you let out a big, hands above your head yawn, tired from working doubles at the restaurant. You notice your Stepfather, Steve peeking at you over his Monday morning paper as your crop top exposes the bottom curves of your naked breasts.

Ever since you moved back in with your Mom you noticed the stares and quick to look away glances. You knew it was wrong to lust after the man who married your Mother but the way he looks at you, you just can’t seem to care.

You hear him cough and shuffle in his seat before he says, “Good Morning.” He turns the page, taking a sip of his coffee as you grumble a tired reply.

“You got in pretty late last night. Did you go out after?” He scratches his coarse beard, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

You can tell he’s fishing, wondering why you stumbled in after such a long shift. He was so bad at covering his jealousy.

As you pour the rich smelling liquid into a cup you turn towards the sink with a shrug, “A cute boy asked me out after my shift, so we ordered a few plates of fries and chatted.”

Your lips tug into a smirk as you tell the little white lie. You did, in fact, sit around eating fries, but it was with a girlfriend who swung by to drive you home after your shift.

But he didn’t need to know that.

When you hear his sigh of disapproval your heartbeat starts to race.

“You really should be careful going out with strange boys. They might take advantage.” His fatherly tone leaves a warm stickiness in the crotch of your panties.

“Yeah, well if I wasn’t stuck in this godforsaken hell you wouldn’t have to know what I was up to.”

You love rattling his pristine cage. You always wonder how far you can push him. Maybe today you’d finally find out.

He narrows his eyes at you, a booming voice shouting across the island “What did I say about swearing under my roof?”

You roll your eyes as you open the fridge door, bending over to see what’s on the bottom shelf. Making a show and perhaps escalating his already raging mood, you sway your hips to the imaginary beat in your head.

You can almost taste his anger when you finally meet his fiery gaze. He’s so irate; his stare pins you to the stainless-steel fridge door, just waiting for you to give him a reason to strike.

Pouting your bottom lip, you tilt your head down looking ready to submit before you unleash the feral beast that lives inside the older man.

“That it was unlady like,” your lips curl into a devious grin, “and a nasty fucking habit.”

You know what you’re doing by adding the swear to your response. This man had invaded your life and proceeded to clog your day dreams with his sculpted physique and dazzling smile. It was a shame your Mother got her claws in him first.

The only sounds you can hear is the coffee pot percolating and the steady thump of your heart as Steve calmly puts down his paper. You catch a blur of movement in the reflection of the spotless stainless-steel door when you close it before he’s on you.

Pain radiates up your spine as he rams you into the door of the fridge. He squeezes your arms with a rough hold, and it makes you wince. His skin turns a hazy shade of red as he stares down at you, thick veins bulge in his neck calling for you to sink your teeth into.

His upper lip twitches as he speaks, “I’m tired of hearing such profanity.” His eyes lock onto your trembling bottom lip. “’Bout time someone washes your mouth out.”

Thick newspaper stained fingers that stink of coffee shove between your lips and press on your tongue making you squeal in surprise. With a strong hand gripping under your chin, Steve guides you down to your knees and slots your head flush against the tempered door.

Your cautious eyes never leave his wicked ones. Like a stormy sea, blues and greys clash; you sense the rising tide.

Drool pools in your mouth and over his fingers as he keeps you from swallowing when his large fingers pry open your jaw.

“What a filthy mouth.”

A thick wad of spit hits the back of your throat and makes you lurch.

Did he just-

Eyes bulge in shock and your belly spins feeling his hot slick sear your tonsils. You mewl in disdain under his treatment but you can’t ignore the burning desire that stirs to life.

“A good cleansing should do the trick. Make those lips pure again.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, taking in the demure sight of you finally on your knees before him.

Slowly he pulls his hardening cock from the confines of his slacks, so thick and rigid. Your mouth instantly waters. A muffled mewl escapes your body at the sight of him, so desperate and ready for a taste.

Steve groans deep in his chest as he strokes his length. Circling his pulsing crown before he clenches the wide base with a tight fist.

“Gonna roughen up that pretty mouth, Sweetheart. It’ll be good for you.”

Your brows pinch together and your throbbing core releases a fresh wave of arousal when he taps his reddened crown against your slippery lips. You watch in awe as he spits onto his cock before pushing his length between the roof of your mouth and the backs of his fingers.

Your body heaves when he bottoms out.

His musk is so heady and strong, it consumes your senses. Your jaw already aches as you try to accommodate the massive intrusion of hard flesh. You grasp onto his pants with anxious fists as he withdraws, giving you a small respite before he’s pushing his way back in.

The back of your head hits the fridge door after a particularly rough shove causes you to gag and push against his powerful thighs.

His body stiffens under your palms. “If I feel those hands push one more time, I’m going to tie them up.” You choke around him as he thrusts over your tongue with a forceful purpose. “That’s my good girl.”

Steve keeps your head positioned against the silver door as he bucks his hips into your drooling warmth, grunting with every pass. Your lips feel swollen and used as fresh spittle rolls down your chin making you beam with pride.

His hips stop suddenly. “I’m going to remove my fingers,” his free hand lovingly caresses your cheek, “and I want you to open up wide for Daddy’s cock.”

Sinful flames burn your skin as you acquiesce and unhinge your jaw as he slides his sopping digits from your lips leaving nothing but a gaping hole for him.

Steve beams at your submission. His devious grin makes your toes curl; your panties destroyed long ago.

He places his cock at the swell of your mouth, laying his thickness on your tongue.

“Takin’ me so well, doin’ just as you're told. S’making me so fucking hard.”

He spits lewdly onto his girth again, watching as his saliva slips down his bulbous head and into your awaiting mouth.

“Always wondered what you’d look like with a mouth full of cock.” His confession finally solidifies that he’s had the same impure thoughts as you. “Now I finally know how much of a dirty slut you really are.”

You groan under his feral gaze as he tilts his hips home and meets the back of your throat with a hearty grunt. You shift slightly rubbing the intense heat nestled between your thighs against your leg as he fucks into your mouth. Fucking you as though he’s ridding you of your wickedness.

Sweat beads his brow as he nears the end. Heavy thwaps of his soaked sack smack against your chin adding to the stained mess of your skin.

“Don’t swallow,” he belts, his chest rising and falling as his orgasm takes over, a corrupt growl wracking his body. His cock throbs as he fills your mouth with his sticky seed, painting the walls of your cheeks white.

He holds your watery gaze as tears threaten to roll from not swallowing his salty spend.

Steve slips his length from your mouth and you clamp your lips shut, not letting a single drop escape. You stare up at him, wondering his next move when he’s dragging you onto your toes by the back of your neck.

A shocked ‘oof’ vibrates your throat as he barricades your body against the stiff metal door with his muscular frame. His breath is hot on your cheek as he shoves his hand into your thin sleep shorts and dances across your drenched folds.

“Knew you’d be soaked. Only a good girl gets wet having her Daddy’s cock in her mouth.”

Your jaw trembles, so badly wanting to mewl from the way his fingers flick your tiny, drenched bud. Your eyes slam shut and your core locks like a vice as he slides two wide fingers into your velvet channel.

“Don’t let it spill or there will be hell to pay,” he grunts before biting the soft curve of your neck. He pumps and twists his fingers so precisely you find yourself already at the precipice. Your hips buck into his palm greedily wanting to feel the immense pleasure crash around you.

His free hand grabs the base of your throat and softly massages when he feels your walls convulse. The action makes your eyes widen, unsure if you can keep from swallowing as the knot in your belly cinches ever tighter.

“Lookit’ you trying to hold it, not wanting to make Daddy upset.” His forehead presses against yours as he stares into your wanton features. “I think you’re finally learning.”

You shake your head in a pitiful attempt to dislodge the massaging hand around your throat, but all it does is spur him on. He faces twists in mockery when your body jolts as he drives a full on assault against your g-spot.

“You’re gonna come with that pretty little mouth full of my seed or you’re not coming at all.”

His calm threat pushes you over the edge, forcing your jaw to grind as you snap in two, instinctively swallowing his copious spend and calling out your pleasure into the small kitchen.

Your heart beats against your chest as you lick your briny lips, mewling at the taste. You could get used to punishments like these.

“I don’t want to hear another curse word leave these lips again.” Steve’s eyes soften as he takes in your disheveled form, swollen and stained. He almost feels bad. “Am I clear?”

You shyly smile at him before biting your bottom lip playfully, “Crystal fucking clear, Daddy.”

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[greta-van-chaos]

Taking a Turn

FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT TWINCEST

Pairing | Jake Kiszka and Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, degradation, m-masturbation, spanking (sort of)

@gretavanlace has inspired me to pull this one out of the drafts after reading sugar and tease

~

Movie nights were a regular activity that you and the twins engaged in, all wrapped up in blankets with you squished between the two of them, holding the popcorn bowl. Tonight was no different, Jake was on your left and Josh, your right. The popcorn bowl is abandoned on the coffee table that you're resting your feet on, Jake having finished it off not even halfway through the movie.

When you guys were younger the movies were always innocent things like cartoons or cheesy comedies but now that you're older the movies you watch have become more obscure and adult. Tonight Jake insisted on putting on some indie film about a starved artist and his beautiful lover, it documents their life through both the good and the bad. It's more a show of cinematography than actual plot but no one out of the three of you seems to mind.

"Could you pass me my water?" Jakes breath is warm on your neck and you can't help the chill it elicits when he whispers in your ear. You know he's just trying to be quiet as not to disturb us from the movie but there's something in his voice that floods your stomach with heat.

You nod, opting not to answer with words as you don't trust your voice to be level. His fingers brush yours when he takes the cup from your hand and the shock of his touch sends your mind reeling.

You've known Jake for as long as you can remember and this sudden shift in atmosphere is so jarring a foreign you don't know what to do with yourself. To make matters worse, when you turn your attention back to the TV a graphic sex scene is filling the screen, the lovers fully intertwined in an intimate affair. The way it's shot is beautiful and wondrously tasteful but the actual content is far from it. The man is whispering words of degradation to his other half, pulling her hair and being rougher than you'd ever experimented with in the bedroom.

Your breath catches in your throat and you watch with wide eyes. A string of curses and names like whore, and slut leave the words of the man. A full throbbing begins its course between your legs and you shift your thighs to try and soothe it. Jake places a hand on your leg and although it may seem like an innocent gesture to him, it sets your body ablaze.

Josh notices the shift in the air when you draw your knees to your chest --so that Jake has to withdraw his hand-- and clutch the blanket on your lap until your knuckles are white. Now it's his turn to lean into your ear.

"Are you uncomfortable?" It's posed as a question but his voice is so smooth and almost smug that you think he's teasing you.

"I just--" You don't know how to put into words the sexual revelation happening in your head so when the room falls silent apart from the intentionally pornographic moans of the movie you can practically hear the tension sizzling between the three of you.

"Pause the movie, Jake."

The younger of the two does as he's asked and flicks the light switch above his head on the wall so the room is now illuminating your cherry red face. "What is it?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. What's got you all flustered mama?"

The nickname, usually friendly and without a more intimate implication darkens your cheeks even further, to a crimson. "I didn't-- I've never--" You're fumbling over your words pathetically, eyes darting between the twins faces and the TV screen.

A look is shared between the boys, it's meaning is lost upon you but somehow you know that they've just collectively had an epiphany and come to some sort of conclusion. This was a typically happening between the boys, they could have what seemed like full conversations by just looking at each other, always on the same, devious wavelength.

"Well spit it out baby, we don't have all night."

Between the two of them the nicknames are making your brain a hot, lust-clouded mess. You never thought that being under the curious eyes of two of your best friends could serve as a reason for you to be turned on.

"I just didn't know that you could do that during sex." I hide my eyes from both of them and squeeze my thighs together in hopes that it will smother the ever growing ache between them.

Jake scoffs with a teasing smile on his lips, "You're so innocent y/n. Did watching that man call his girlfriend a whore turn you on?" His question comes out rough and almost accusatory but it only feeds the fire burning low in your stomach.

You nod and lower your head but Josh grabs your chin and forces your eyes to meet his. "He asked you a question. Use your words."

Your head spins with want and you let out a breathless "Yes," before you can think better of it.

"Has anyone ever been rough with you during sex?" Jake asks, his tone dark as his lust-blown eyes.

His question takes you slightly aback and when Josh lets go of your chin so you can throw your gaze to his brother your eyes are wide. "No."

The twins share another knowing look when Jake positions himself so he's directly facing you, legs crossed.

"Lay back mama, get comfortable." Josh shifts behind you and when he pulls your shoulders back to lay down your back is flush with his chest and his legs frame your thighs.

"Is that what you want? Someone to be rough with you? Call you a slut and pull your hair?"

Your breath hitches in your throat again and your fingers reach to dig into the blanket once more. Your attempt to quell the lust blossoming in your body is blatantly obvious to the boys and Jake laughs.

Josh starts to place gentle kisses on the back of your neck and caress your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You're so taken off guard by the gesture that an involuntary moan slips past your lips and both boys make strained noises to voice their own states of desire.

"I'll take that as a yes." Jake mumbles to himself.. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He laughs when you tip your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

You hum in confirmation and Josh nips at your neck, "Words."

"Fuck--" You shudder against him "Yes, I am."

"Such a slut, letting my brother touch you like that right in front of me."

The sparks of electricity that shoot through you at his words are mind numbing and Josh cups your breast in retort to Jake's words.

"Jake--" When the name leaves your lips Josh bites your neck again but you push through the sensations to voice your request, "Will you touch me Jakey?"

"Why should I? It seems like you two are doing just fine."

"Please Jake, I need you to touch me." The throbbing between your legs has become practically unbearable and you can feel your wetness dampening not only your panties but your leggings.

Your back arches when he presses the pads of his fingers to your clit and draws them down to the crease of your thigh so he can trace down your leg.

"You're so wet, that pretty pussy of yours is practically begging to be fucked." His voice is gruff and you hold back a moan at his vulgar words.

Josh still works at your neck and has slowly pulled up your shirt to reveal your lace bralette. "Goddamn mama, you're so fucking hot."

The typically demure demeanor that Josh assumes is so greatly juxtaposed with this far more assertive and dominant personality, you never knew you could be so turned on by him.

"Jake, please, touch me." You scrambles to pull down your leggings and help motivate him to cave to your requests.

"You are so fucking pathetic begging for me like that." Jake slides his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull you upright. "If you want me to touch you that bad you're going to need to do better then that baby."

Now sitting upright Josh follows suit and helps pull your shirt and bra over your head. You turn around and help him do the same, pulling his thick white crewneck over his head to reveal his tanned chest. You can't help but lean forwards and catch his lips, placing your hands on his chest. Josh puts a hand around your neck and pulls you closer to him.

You feel Jake moving behind you and when he presses up against your almost bare ass, save for the skimpy underwear you chose to wear, you can feel how hard he is. Almost instinctively you grind back against him. Jake grabs your hair and pulls you away from Josh, your hands lose their place on his chest and your forced onto your hands and knees. "I want to hear you beg for my cock, that is what you want right? Want me to fill your needy little pussy up?"

"God-- please Jake, I want you so bad."

Your eyes are locked with Josh and he's begun to palm himself through his sweatpants. His lips are parted slightly and you tip your head up, beckoning him to kiss you again. Seemingly the softer, sweeter of the two, Josh leans in and captures your lips again, moaning against your lips as he pulls his dick out and starts teasing himself.

"Try harder baby girl, I know you can do better than that for me." You hear Jake unzip his jeans and he drags himself up and down your slits once he's pulled them down.

You moan into Josh's mouth at the contact and you feel him shudder, picking up the pace on himself. "Please Jake, I need your cock so bad, I need you inside me now, please Jakey."

He groans realizing that he doesn't have the resolve to wait any longer and pushes into you slowly, filling you to a hilt.

"Fuck, Josh!" You hold you breath after the slip of the wrong twins name, Josh hadn't done anything to elicit such a response from you but clearly it spurs him closer to his orgasm when he can barely kiss you anymore and his hand begins sliding even faster along his dick.

Jake holds himself in place, hips stilled and when you rut against him his hand comes down to collide with you ass. You yelp in pain and pull away from Josh to hang your head. "Who's the one about to fuck you right now?" Jake's voice is a growl.

"You, Jake, you are." You let you head slump against Josh's shoulder but it doesn't deter him from slowing his pace and continuing to jerk himself off.

"That's fucking right, I'm the one that's about to pound this pretty fucking pussy until you're seeing stars, not him."

"Only you, Jake" You don't know how the possessiveness came about but it makes it even hotter that Josh is getting off on hearing you plead like that, although he'd much rather hear you moan his name again.

"That's better."

Finally Jake starts to move inside of you, he's fast and unrelenting, pounding into you with no mercy. Your moans are muffled by Josh's sweat covered skin and his moans are breathed in your ear.

"Touch me y/n." Hearing Josh's voice for the first time in a while is slightly jarring, especially with such a submissive tone but you can't help the increase in pleasure at his words.

"Fuck--" You choke out a moan Jake thrusts into you at a particularly deep angle. He grabs your hips hard enough to bruise and pulls you so with each thrust his hips are flush with your ass.

Obeying Josh's previous request you reach a hand down and slide it along his dick, relishing in the moans of praise that float past his lips in to contrast his brothers degradation. To steady yourself you push Josh back into a lay position on the couch and lay yourself on top of him, chest to chest with your face in the crook of his neck and your hand around his cock.

You can feel the coil in your stomach growing increasingly tight and your whole body shakes when Jake brings his fingers to your clit. You pump Josh faster and he bucks his hips up to meet your hand, as close to unravelling as you are.

"Are you gonna come baby? I can feel you clenching around me--" A sharp hiss leaves him when a thrust makes you do just that and clench around him.

"Yeah, I'm so close Jake, please--"

"God mama, you're gonna make me cum, don't stop" The curly haired twin is breathless under you, and within seconds he's releasing onto your hand and both of your stomachs.

His climax is what breaks the dam of pleasure, sending you hurling into your orgasm with Jake close behind. You lock an arm around Josh's neck and pull him to you as you cum, holding him as tight as you can.

"God, y/n, I'm gonna cum" Jake is true to his word and you can feel him let go inside of you, filling you up with his cum.

He takes a second before pulling out and when he does he collapses backwards and tucks himself away. Josh does the same, concealing himself and then helps you sit up.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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