#but he misses the control more. and it gets all twisted up inside him

[animangalover-writes]

Just listened to "A Part of me" in the Dear Evan Hansen bonus tracks, and OOF, imagining the song being about everyone finding what Billy hargrove went through but only AFTER he died. Everyone wondering if they could have helped him in some way. Max being Zoe with their similar parallels. Hopper thinking about seeing Billy with bruises and just thinking he was just a troublemaker only to realize afterwards that Neil was doing that to him. Joyce wondering how she didn't see the signs whenever he'd come in to by cigarettes with a busted lip or black eye. The two of them both wondering what they could have done differently to help him, because he was just a kid. Even Eddie Munson, who could have been Billy's only real friend, or Heather Holloway(if she lived), who genuinely mourn him and wish they could have done something. Steve being Evan, when he makes a speech about Billy, a kid he was just starting to be friends with, that gains he a lot of praise and popularity. Except unlike Evan, he doesn't want it, hates it even. Someone, a guy(Eddie or Steve or anyone else) who was secretly dating him. Who goes to Max because she is the only person in his family that really cared about him, and aims to tell her that Billy was gay, just so she holds that secret part of him close to her heart. And before they say it, she tells them, "You make me feel closer to him." And they realize it's not their secret to tell, and that that secret will follow him to the grave. That he will never be allowed to truly own that part of himself, even in death. And Billy's ghost, watching the interaction at the end, with a solemn look on his face, knowing that some people are using his death for pity points, and knowing that most people never really knew him, and now they never will.

[rafeysdoll]

rafey fucking reader and putting his hands around her neck and talking all dirty to her about how dirty she is for liking that and how he owns her -👛

changed this request to be a little bit more “me” hehe, just to reader asking for it.. it’s so nice to see you again i’ve missed u! thank u for requesting

rafe fucks up into you, cock pulsating inside you — your own past orgasms spilling all the way down to his heavy balls, milky liquid covering his shaft as you whimper at the overstimulation. “w-want.. want..” you tremble, barely able to speak, your words being interrupted by your own moans.

“what? can’t.. can’t talk, fucked those words out of you?” he asks, his worked out chest glittering in sweat, small scratches littering it. you can’t help but whine, reaching for one of his hands on your hips, placing it over your neck — golden necklace with his initial wrapped around it, pendant dangling around your tits as he ruts deep inside you. “daddy,” you cry, eyebrows furrowed.

rafe grunts, squeezing your neck lightly before letting go. hardly enough. “tell me, couldn’t shut up all day and now you wanna play cute and quiet.” he speaks slightly strained, still much more composed than you, focusing on the way your face twists.

“w-want you to— ohh fuck.” you moan, rafe purposely speeding up his thrusts, groaning. he could be so mean. “what? cat got your tongue?” he chuckles to himself, not stopping his thrusts.

you scratch at his arms, crying. “choke..want you to choke me!” you squeal, tears falling down your cheek and landing on his chest. “w-what?” he stumbles, pace slowing down so he can examine your expression.. slowly stilling himself inside you.

“want it.. please daddy.” you plead, lifting his hand to place it on your neck again, wide eyes looking at him with desperation. “let me get this straight — you.. you want me to choke you? while we’re having sex? that’s uh.. that’s real fucked up.” he degrades, hand still slowly tightening with a small smile as he starts thrusting back up again.

the prettiest, almost inhumane noises slip out of you as he continues fucking you, hand still choking you. “ohh, thank you daddy.” you mewl, unable to control how you almost immediately cream all over his cock once more.

“yeah.. yeah there you go.. should be ashamed of yourself. cumming from your boyfriend choking you? real, real dirty.” he adds, biting his lips back from groaning at the way your walls contract around him.

“this pussy’s mine forever, you- you got that? hm.. answer me before i stop.”

you shake your head quickly, legs trembling. “got it! it’s yours i promise..” you smile dopey, barely able to form a thought at the way you struggled to almost breathe, the pressure around your neck sending you to another world.

[eelnoise]

anamnesis (nsfw!)

zoro x afab!reader has a sequel kinda now cw: masturbation, solo m, pining, piv sex, some fluff wc: 912 an: zoro jerking off to reader during the timeskip has me in a chokehold. VERY self indulgent btw. tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @willowbelle @strawheart-pirate @themushroomofdeath

The damn island is too dark for anyone’s own good on most days, far too easy to miss a turn on the path back to the castle and subsequently ending up lost for a few hours. Countless times has Zoro wandered about the grounds absent-mindedly, thinking neither here nor there about where his feet take him, and countless times more has someone - usually the ghost girl - come to fetch him should he be gone too long.

But tonight sees Mihawk away, leaving him alone to train by himself for several days. Though usually up to the task of working on technique, he finds himself instead somewhere about the grounds with his back flat against a grassy hillside, eyes glued shut with one hand sprawled out on his stomach while the other hastily fists at his cock.

There’s a bit of shame to it that still lingers. Not of the act in itself but because at the very forefront of his mind all Zoro can see is traces of his limbs entangled with yours with clothes long shed and tossed aside, tucked away in some private corner of the ship having your fill of one another.

A soft grunt escapes from his lips as he pictures you above him, thighs at either side of his own with your hands tangled into fistfuls of his hair. He imagines his fingertips dipping harshly into the soft flesh of your hips, thighs - just whatever he can get his hands on while you roll your hips up and down on his length. 

Zoro can all but taste your lips upon his - a recurring pattern of this already unusual behavior from him - locked in a loop of increasingly messy, breathless kisses. He craves his tongue entwined with yours, wanting to capture every sound you make, to swallow each one to sate a sweet tooth reserved for you and only you.

In a moment that now feels like an age gone by, the two of you had shared a very passionate moment - one he can scarcely remember the moments leading up to. The kiss you had given him that night on the open sea - his first - just days before your forced separation nearly two years ago replays in his head on repeat, muting the nuances prior but sends with it a barrage of emotion he continues to struggle to bear yet yearns to understand.

It’s why the reverie behind his lids dances with visions of you and sings in the tune of your voice. It’s why his toes curl in his boots at the thought of your skin upon his in the most intimate of ways. It’s why he craves the whole of you, why he wants to somehow find the words to tell you how he feels, why he thinks of you before he sleeps and why he hears your voice bid him good morning each time he wakes.

And now, it’s why he’s desperately stroking himself and wishing beyond hope that his hand was your pussy instead. 

With his free hand he bundles the collar of his shirt between his teeth in an attempt to hide his own breathlessness. His legs bend at the knee in focus, and the sheer need that overtakes him in these final moments elicits a muffled growl from deep within his gut with the thought of just how good it would feel to fill you from the inside out and let proof of the act slide from your core and down his cock. 

Zoro tightens his jaw and sweat beads trickle down his face as his pace quickens, and suddenly he’s biting at the bit to know just how you sound when you cum. In his mind’s eye you’re clawing down his back while he takes control, fucking up into you in a starry-eyed chase of clemency. Your fantasized voice pants his name like a prayer in his ear, finally forcing your lips apart to break into pieces atop him. 

He wants to take you there and back again, needs to see your face twisted in delirium from something only he can supply. His head spins with the image of you writhing in his arms, yours holding onto him tightly when you tip over the edge. You cry out for him to keep going, you leave sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his neck, you whine and mewl and dig your nails down his back,muttering into his flesh about how good it feels or how much you-

How much you love him.

Zoro cums the instant the fictional you says the words in his head, the fabric in his mouth doing little to stifle the groans of pleasure playing from his lips while he covers his hand and lower belly in thick white spend with your name on his tongue, face in his mind, and voice in his soul. 

He slides his shirt from his shoulders and quickly cleans himself up. Sitting up on the darkened hillside with his elbows resting on his knees, Zoro sighs and raises his now halfened gaze to the heavens. Are you staring up at the same sky, wherever you are? He scans the endless ocean of stars above, missing the times where you’d be next to him on the deck pointing out the various constellations and explaining their meanings - and even though he still doesn’t believe in astrology, Zoro has each of your favorite ones memorized.

He wants to tell you he has a favorite one, too.

[eilidh-eternal]

You make a promise

Part of the Metanoia series | Part 1 | Masterlist |

| SingleDad!Johnny x f!reader | 18+ MDNI | CW mentions of SA, stalking, general PTSD warning for reader and Johnny |

It happened again.

You knew it would. Know that part of being a woman in this world means living in near constant hyper-vigilance; with an acute awareness of your surroundings.

Should have known better. Should have been more aware. Should have kicked and screamed. Should have fought back.

It’s disappointment that curls around your mind like a serpent and sinks its fangs in deep, floods you with venomous, paralyzing thoughts.

Paralyzed. That’s a good word for it. Pinned against that bookshelf and presently burrowed beneath the blankets in the dark, body curled in on itself with trembling hands tucked tight to your chest. Small. Meek. Trapped in a body that betrays everything you taught it to do. Disappointed that the months of training you endured in the aftermath proved useless when tested outside of a controlled environment and theoretical scenarios.

It happened again–and you let it.

“Bubby?” Isobel is strapped in her car seat, kicking impatient little feet while Johnny works to unfasten the belt across her lap.

“Yes leannan?”

“Why’re the polis here?”

His hands go still, hovering above the buckle, and he turns his head over his shoulder just enough to glimpse the two lids standing on your front stoop. The air in his lungs rushes out of him, chin falling to his breastbone as the panic winding tight in his chest slowly unfurls.

This is home. Isobel is safe. Everyone is safe. This isn’t that day, he reminds himself, but seeing them on your doorstep strikes flint against steeled nerves. The carefully compartmentalized part of his brain that he reserves for work wrestles itself free from its confines and floods his body with adrenaline. Makes the hair on his nape stand on end and the muscles in his jaw tighten until it aches from the tension.

With Isobel extracted from the car, perched on his hip and her book bag slung over the opposite shoulder, he turns to nudge the car door closed, just in time to see your door crack open. Watches the two men present their badges and a folded bundle of paperwork. Gnashes his teeth when he sees, even from the street, wide and fearful eyes that scan everything behind them. Eyes that note his presence and dart away to catalog the next detail. Trodden snow and parked cars. The woman across the street, walking her dog. Surveying your front yard with the same scrutiny he does an engagement zone. 

Isobel squirming in his arms tears his focus away from you, forces him to register the burning sensation at the tip of his nose, the tops of his ears, cold winter air surely biting into her skin just as mercilessly as it does his own.

“I dunno. Let’s get ye inside, aye? Dinnae want to find any missing fingers or toes tonight.” 

To anyone else it would look like he’s taking his time with the ice, treading carefully with the little girl in his arms so as not to send them both crashing down into the snow. Anyone else would see lids next door and mind their own damn business.

Johnny’s never been particularly good at that.

Their presence alone is enough to raise his hackles, to pull the pin from his nerves and toy with letting the hammer fall. Just enough to see if they’re as trained up as the SNP says they are. But all that’s likely to do is scare you more, and he can’t have that. He just found you, just started to get to know you. He’ll be damned if he lets another rash decision chase a pretty thing like you away. 

The thought of it twists and knots in his stomach, plucks at the out-of-tune strings wound through his heart in a weeping facsimile of something he doesn’t dare put a name to. Can’t name because it gives it too much power. Makes it too real.

It’s slow going, pretending to fumble with the keys in the cold. Feigning indifference as he grapples with “—in custody, for now—” and “—press charges?” 

The snow and ice outside is a brilliant, blinding white. Inside, all Johnny can see is red. 

Charges? What on earth happened that she needs to press charges for?

“Bubby, too tight,” Isobel grouses, and he loosens his arm around her with a sigh, lowering her to the ground to help with her jacket and boots. 

“‘M sorry, Bell. Didnae mean to squeeze ye so tight.” Curls bounce around her face as she teeters on one foot, hands on his shoulders to keep her balance.

“It’s okay.” She shifts to her other foot, pulling free of the fleece-lined boots. “Ye’re makin’ a twisty face again,” she observes, and her brows mirror the pinch of his own.

Too damn observant.

“Ah know,” he admits, and his chest heaves with another sigh, reaching up to smooth the crinkles in her forehead with his thumb. “Dinna worry about me and muh twisty face. How ‘bout some hot cocoa? We’ll warm up and then see about supper, hm?” Her face splits into a toothy grin and he softens at the sight. Lets her latch onto his hand and drag him into the kitchen.

“May we come in?”

No.

“Of course.” You take a step back, pulling the door open just wide enough to let the two officers through. Melting snow pools on polished hardwood under their boots, and you quickly herd them towards the carpeted sitting room before the water can warp your floors. You sit opposite of where they do on your sofa, big fluffy robe pulled tight over flannel pants and a pullover.

“He’ll be released on Thursday morning, unless ye’d like to go ahead with the charges for—”

“—No.” Your fingers curl into your palms. “Just the restraining order. I—” Can’t see his face again. Don’t want to be in the same room with him again. “—just the restraining order. Please.”

The shorter of the two nods and produces a pen from his coat, scribbling something in the margins of the papers he holds before sliding them across the coffee table towards you.

“Tha’s the station an’ phone number,” he says, tapping on the notes he made. “We’ll ring ye when he’s released. An’ we’ll ‘ave the protective order in place by tomorrow. He shouldnae be botherin’ ye anymore.”

All you can manage is a nod and a whispered, “Thank you.” They’re kind enough. Most people are.

Until they’re not.

——

It’s dark outside when you hear a knock at your front door, and your hand immediately reaches for your phone, breath forced out of your lungs by the panic squeezing them inside your chest.

There’s a muffled voice. A giggle, followed by shushing and shuffling feet. “Dinnae want to spoil the surprise,” you hear in a familiar lilt.

Johnny?

You draw a relieved breath and wince when your nails press into the marks on your palms, angry crescent moons, and pull yourself up off the couch to peer through the edge of the curtains.

Johnny and Isobel stand, the former holding the latter, on your stoop, small pan of… something, in Isobels gloveless hands.

Bewildered as you are, you shed the blanket from your shoulders, smoothing a hand over your rumpled jumper, and hurry to the door, fretful over Isobels fingers in the frigid air.

The door cracks open, and with it, so do their smiles. 

“Hi, bonnie—”

“—Surprise!” they say at the same time. 

You stand dumbfounded in your doorway, hand braced on the wooden frame, and Isobel holds out what might be something of a cake beneath a mountain of whipped cream towards you.

“It’s a trifle,” she proudly announces. You turn a questioning eye to Johnny.

“Didnae have the fixin’s for a proper cake,” he supplies. “Figured it would be a sort of… olive branch.”

Olive branch? Why would he need—?

Clipped memories from several days ago replay in your head. Coming home. Sitting in the car. Johnny calling after you. Practically running away and slamming the door on him. Shutting him out.

And here he stands, thinking he’s done something worth apologizing over.

“You don’t need- you didn’t… oh, come in out of the cold, will you? No sense in freezing out there.” You push the door open wider, beckoning them in.

“Thought ye’d never ask,” he teases with a wink and shuffles inside, following you to the kitchen with Isobel in tow behind him.

“Here, let’s put that on the table.” Isobel gladly relinquishes the pan and you’re relieved when you feel its warmth seeping into your fingers, a little less worried about both of their lack of proper winter attire. “I’ve never served trifle… would bowls be best?” 

“Aye, ye’ll probably need spoons too. More of a pudding than a cake,” he says as he settles himself in a chair, Isobel quick to clamber up onto his lap.

You’re surprised by your own lack of nerves. The dishes don’t clatter together when you pull them from the cabinet as they have in recent days, and you don’t feel so uneasy with your back to them. Don’t feel the need to look over your shoulder when Isobel thrums her little fingers on the wooden table, or the deep rumble of Johnny’s voice, speaking to her in hushed tones.

You’re safe here. Safe with them.

Johnny’s right about the dessert too. It’s warm, freshly made, and it’s made for a bit of a runny affair, melted whipped cream seeping into custard and some sort of cake on the bottom.

“It’s good. Thank you for, um… Thank you for sharing.” You spoon another bite into your mouth before you can shove your foot in it. Isobel seems to be in another plane of existence entirely, too absorbed with the confection smeared at the corners of her mouth. The same can’t be said about Johnny. He’s focused wholly on you, dessert in front of him a secondary matter. Tertiary, even, with Isobel perched on his knee and his arm looped around her midsection.

The warmth in his eyes has shifted, burns brighter, in a seeking sort of way. Searching for tinder to catch on. More air to billow and blaze. “Can I ask ye somethin’?”

You settle your silverware in your bowl and fold your hands in your lap, pulling the inside of your cheek between your teeth when your nails slice into your palms again. “Sure.”

The silence isn’t uncomfortable so much as it is heavy, laden with the weight of his unspoken question as he continues his assessment of you. For a moment, you wonder if maybe it’s you who owes him an apology.

“Havnae seen ye for a few days. Yer car’s nae moved and yer curtain’s been closed. And last week, when ye–” He pauses abruptly, mulling over his next words carefully. “Ye looked like a green recruit, fresh off the field.”

Terrified.

Shell shocked.

“That have anythin’ to do with the fellows who dropped by today?”

Your eyes flick between his, the bowl on the table in front of you, and Isobel–still lost in her own little microcosm. Untainted by the dark things lurking just beyond her understanding. You knew he’d seen them. Knew he might ask about them at some point. What you hadn’t expected was a trojan horse in the form of a trifle. Thought you would have more time to think of something to explain the situation away.

This isn’t something he should be burdened with. Not over you. Not when he has Isobel to look out for.

When you finally meet his eyes again they’re no less dim. Still searching for words buried beneath ash on your tongue.

“I… Yes. It did.” You swallow, shove down the knot working it’s way up from your chest. “I was followed, out at the shops,” you lie. “The man, he wouldn’t leave me alone, so… the shopkeeper called for the polis. He left me alone after that, but they still took a statement.” You glance towards Isobel again. To give yourself reprieve from the intensity of his gaze and to ensure she’s not listening too closely to the conversation being had. “Guess it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. They came by today to… to let me know he’s in custody. Wanted to know if I wanted to press charges.”

He’s quiet, unearthly still on the wooden chair, staring hard at the expression you’re doing your best to keep calm.

“This happen before?” he questions, hand curling into a fist on the table. 

“No,” you lie–again. 

He nods, a near imperceptible tilt of his chin. “Are ye filing?”

You nod in return. No need to go into the specifics. 

His shoulders relax a fraction when he looses a long breath. “No wonder ye wouldnae come near me that day,” he muses aloud. “‘M sure my givin’ ye a fright in yer car didnae help much, either.”

“It’s not your fault,” you interject.

“Maybe so, but…” His eyes drift with his words, searching the patterns of the wood grain for something. “Can I ask ye another question?” When he looks up at you again, you nod. “Promise ye’ll tell me, if anythin’ like that happens again? Dinna like the thought of ye dealin’ with it on yer own, lass.”

“Tell ye what?” Isobel queries, bowl of trifle empty in front of her, but his gaze remains firmly on you, and you don’t think he’s willing to take no for an answer.

“Okay. I promise.”

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[suguru-getos]

࿐ soft yandere neuvillette hcs (f!reader) ࿐

neuvillette being a hydro dragon was always territorial of the things he held dear, whether it was his unyielding love for the melusines, or the love for the people of fontaine or the love for justice and the idea of it for the people. this has never been translated into an intense devotion for a human until he saw you. lawyering up oh so sweetly against one of your friends to defend the defamation case lodged against their business.

it was then — that your eyes lingered with the chief justice. for someone who holds a power so supreme — he sure had kind eyes. standing above all, having the ability to shut the whole opera house in a second with the stern daunt of his voice. he was enamoring too… but you didn’t know how enamored he was of you. for the first time neuvillette was getting distracted during a hearing. how your eyes fiercely spoke along with the entanglement of your words. how exquisite.

you won the case & the happiness which made your smile all the more beautiful with the glimmer of victory dancing all over it. you also got a chance to thank the chief justice, too. to which of course — he’d be kind enough and deny. “please don’t thank me. i am just doing my work here.” still, when neuvillette shook hands with you to depart, his eyes widened with the registering of a weird, twisted feeling inside of him. he wanted to protect you for life, mate with you, wanted to be by your side…

it was one of the weird times when it had been the sunniest after the trials. the people of fontaine were weirded out to find out no rains for the rest of the week. despite of the trials. truth been told, neuvillette didn’t have the time to be upset for anything because now he has someone he was invested in.

why waste time? neuvillette thought to himself, he had never approached anyone yet. so? when he approached your door and knocked with a tender smile, with a bouquet on his hands and a sweet smile just to ask if you’d be so kind for a date, you heartily agreed. heart fluttering throughout the date when he pulled your chair, ordered the same food as yours just so he can taste your likes. asking if you’d be so kind as to give him another date opportunity— kissing your forehead while dropping you home. things were beyond golden.

things started getting a little controlling after a first month or so. as someone who had a few friends who liked to travel, you’d find the chief justice of fontaine not so eager to allow you to move out of fontaine. “inazuma? do you understand how far it is from here?” he had a point, of course… “but one of my friend’s family is there and the vision hunt decree is abolished now and i—” neuvillette doesn’t yell at you, he’s too soft for that. “i believe i didn’t ask for any reply to that dearest. you will be here in fontaine. if you want, i can arrange that your friend’s family come here. they’d be given the most royal treatment-”

neuvillette also quickly shuts down any opportunity for you to be talking to someone unknown. it’s simple? he has met your friends in gatherings and they are intimidated and respectful of your man. the others would take too much of his time in dissection of their personalities. how does he stop you? simple — neuvillette gets needy. he would clutch you in his arms and pout. not wanting to let you go at any cost. “i missed you sweetheart.” you can’t help but give in.

he doesn’t do punishments. it is too heartbreaking for him to see you stressed and distressed of him of all people !! however there was an instance where you forgot to inform him & came back home at 2 am with a bunch of people partying. neuvillette didn’t take that lightly. you know this because that was the first time you were pinned against the wall. kind and tender eyes glowering down and enraged. you couldn’t help but sniffle for hours when neuvillette brought you over his knee for a spanking. he hated it when you cried, it was stormy in fontaine for the rest of the week <\3 why don’t you understand he just loves you so much it makes him lovesick!

to make it up for losing his temper — he would spoil you with so much love. it would get hard to breathe under the undying affection he gives you. kissing your forehead, bringing you your favorite food, letting you feel the freedom you felt taken away, anything and everything. would probably surrender and get on his knees, sobbing if you give him the silent treatment.

[godslino]

IN CONTROL | jeongin established relationship. college au. smut. minors dni.

pairing: jeongin x fem!reader word count: 4.7k warnings: explicit content, swearing, soft!dom jeongin, unprotected sex, sex toys (vibrator), public humiliation (kinda), fingering, piv, spanking, creampie summary: jeongin buys a new toy and decides to test it out in the library

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“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” Jeongin mumbles, his eyes dark, trained on your every move.

Jeongin is a menace, insatiable, constantly finding different ways to turn your sex lives up a notch or two when he has the time. And tonight, he’s trying something new.

Well, you both are.

The library is unusually busy for a Friday night, you realize, as you squeeze your thighs together and pull your bottom lip tight between your teeth. Jeongin’s still watching, probably has spit pooling in his mouth at the sight of you squirming in your chair. He does little to hide the slight upturn of his mouth, and it only serves to turn you on more.

There wasn’t much that could have prepared you for what he had waiting the minute you strolled into his apartment earlier, his eyes sparkling when you planted an innocent, unknowing kiss on his cheek.

“What’s that look for?” You had asked, raising an eyebrow when his smile only grew.

“We’re still going to the library tonight, right?” He asked, hand on your waist as he caged you in against the counter of his kitchenette. His fingers flexed atop the fabric of your jeans, already excited, itching to touch.

“That’s the plan. Unless you don’t want to, but I really need to study for my philosophy debate next week and—wait. What is that?”

“Surprise.” He said, pulling a small box out from behind his back. You let your eyes dart between him and the gift, something like anticipation swimming around in your gut. It wasn’t a holiday, or an anniversary, and Jeongin really only ever got that look in his eye when he—

You pulled the lid off, eyes going wide at the site of a pair of lace underwear sitting in a bed of tissue paper. Beside it, a small remote.

“Is this…”

“Mmhm,” Jeongin hummed, placing the box on the counter so he could pull you in by your hips for a kiss.

Painfully slow, his tongue worked your mouth open with force, cock already pathetically hard beneath his sweatpants at the mere thought of having you at his full disposal.

“You put these on before we leave, and if you show me that you can handle it,” he paused, dropping his voice an octave lower, the resulting growl enough to send a shiver down your spine, “I’ll bring you back to my place and reward you.”

That’s how you found yourself here, seated at a table towards the back of the library, the soft lull of a vibrator against your core as Jeongin controls it with a remote hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“You seem to be—mmnf—enjoying this.”

Jeongin smirks, wets his lips. Even with the way his hair falls into his eyes, it’s hard to miss the hunger in them.

“You have no idea.”

Despite his outward facing, saccharine sweet demeanor, Jeongin harbors an almost animalistic desire beneath toothy grins and shy rubs to the back of his neck.

When you first met, you found him cute and quiet, too reserved to even spare a glance in your direction for the most part. Not that you were any better, but to say you were shocked the moment you and Jeongin finally fell into bed together is an understatement.

Of course, it took a few times for him to let loose, to feel comfortable enough to let go and have you take him fully, but once he did he couldn’t stop.

Jeongin is all rough hands and filthy words, guttural moans and spit stained sheets from when he gets too drunk on the taste of you that he can’t be bothered to clean it up. The worst part? You love it. You love the praises he whispers and the secret touches he gives when no one is looking, love the way his eyes will find you from across the room and undress you inside and out, your stomach twisting and turning from just a single upturn of his lip. Jeongin throws your world on its head, satisfies you in ways you never thought possible.

“Jeongin—ah.” His name comes out as a broken moan, the vibrator pressed tight between your legs. He must be cranking it higher, the sensation getting more and more intense, the squeezing of your thighs barely enough to contain it.

“What was that?” He asks innocently.

Jeongin leans back in his chair, far enough for you to see the way his hand twitches in the pocket of his sweatshirt, a stronger vibration following immediately after. “I didn’t quite catch what you were trying to say.”

Torture. That’s the best way to describe this. Jeongin’s been edging you for the past fifteen minutes, waiting until the last second, when you look like you’re about to come undone, only to lower the setting and leave you whining behind the screen of your laptop as you hide your face. It was more bearable when he had it set to a constant speed, but now, you’re barely managing to hold it together

You’ve waited too long, pretended to be taking notes for what feels like forever, when you finally decide to beg him for relief. “Jeongin, please, can we—”

“Hey lovebirds!”

The world, seemingly against you, decides that now is the best time to send a crescent-eyed Hyunjin waltzing up to your table. He’s got one hand wrapped around the strap of his bag, hair tied back into a ponytail, and he looks an awful lot like he has enough free time to make small talk. How cruel.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s smile grows. The vibration increases between your legs. Fucking hell, he looks like a kid in a candy store, teeth on full display. “Hey Hyune! What are you doing here?”

“Oh Innie, I ask myself that every time Old Yeller over there tries to sweet talk me into taking her granddaughter on a date.” He jerks his head in the direction of the help desk where Mrs. Jung is already staring at him over the top of her glasses.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes before turning his attention to you, “Long time no see, y/n. Tell Yang to start bringing you along to hangouts so we can talk about him behind his back.” His eyes disappear into his smile, and you do your best to reciprocate.

“She would never.” Jeongin says, eyes narrowing in your direction at the exact moment the vibrator begins whirring with more intensity.

You take a deep breath, white-knuckling around your pen as you fight to suppress a moan, “Mmhm. Sure thing. Sounds fun. I’ll make sure to be there next time.” You pause after every few words, giving yourself just enough time to collect your bearings as Jeongin continues to wreak havoc against your throbbing core.

Hyunjin, bless his heart, doesn’t seem to notice. He smiles—beams even—before his eyes fall to the open philosophy book next to your laptop. “Oh, shit, you’re in that class too? Must be a different section than mine, but I haven’t even started reviewing anything. Seungmin’s going to beat my ass before the debate.” Jeongin’s thumb brings the vibrator up one notch. “Do you mind if I take a peek at your notes for a sec?”

Yes, you want to say. But you can’t, you know you can’t. And, more importantly, Jeongin knows you can’t.

“Yeah sure, I—hah—it’s uh, it’s all in here.” You say quickly, turning your laptop a bit so he can see the screen.

“Fucking bless. You’re a lifesaver.” Hyunjin says in relief, oblivious to your little slip up.

Jeongin saw it though, heard the way the moan almost fell from your lips. He’s been painfully hard the entire time, straining against his underwear, cock swollen from how badly he’s turned on. Hyunjin showing up doesn’t do much to help, only adds to the thrill of it all. You look so pitiful trying to hold it together, trying to hide how good you feel. To hide the way Jeongin is controlling how good you feel.

You’re being good for him. So good. He could bend you over the table right now if he wanted, fuck you so the whole student body can see for all he cares.

You visibly relax when Jeongin brings the intensity down, your legs shaking as you slowly relieve some of the tension off of your aching thighs. The knot in your stomach is still there, sitting on the precipice of release as the dull hum of the vibrator continues. You’re so close it’s almost terrifying, unable to predict what you'll do when Jeongin finally gives you the satisfaction of letting go.

As if he can read your mind, Jeongin’s foot knocks against your shin under the table. You shift your gaze up to him, cock an eyebrow as if asking What? Done for now? to which he replies with a wink. Challenging. You lick your lips. Jeongin’s dick twitches in his pants.

“I don’t know why,” Hyunjin says, squinting at the screen, “But I have this feeling that Professor Kang is going to give our class the question about free will. Like, whether or not we have it. So if I was going to argue from the standpoint of compatibilism, that means I’m only speaking for instances where external constraints are absent, right?”

“Well, yes,” you begin, leaning in closer, “But you have to remember that compatibilism doesn’t mean that humans are free, though. Always make sure that—” Jeongin’s foot starts sliding up your leg, stopping right at the inside of your knee, “—that, uh, you don’t confuse your stance with one of the other three perspectives.”

Hyunjin furrows his eyebrows. “Yes, but, if there’s an absence of external constraint shouldn’t that mean they’re free in a way? The constraints are what’s stopping them, no?”

You blink hard, eyes fixed on the screen as you try to refocus your attention on what Hyunjin is saying. “Y-Yeah, but, sometimes you—” Jeongin’s foot slowly pushes your knees apart until your legs are spread wide beneath the table, enough so that your folds are no longer separating the flat side of the vibrator from your clit. He gives no warning, no time to process what’s happening until your entire body jolts forward from the force of the vibration against your now exposed clit.

“Woah, are you okay?” Hyunjin asks, eyes wide. You let out a few hesitant breaths as you straighten back out. Jeongin’s foot is firm against your left knee, forcing it open as he innocently fiddles with the corner of his notebook.

He’s playing a dangerous game, tiptoeing the line between teasing and just being downright cruel. Jeongin supposes that the ideal situation would not be for you to come undone right here at the table, Hyunjin’s eyes on you as he waits for a response, lips parted in confusion and concern.

“I’m fine I’m just—”

“Actually, we have to go.” Jeongin cuts in, glancing at his watch. “I forgot that we have a dinner reservation at seven. Must’ve slipped my mind. You can email him the notes, yeah babe?”

You blink at him in surprise, swallowing when his foot trails the length of your leg until it’s resting back on the ground. The vibrator turns off, and Jeongin lifts his eyebrows in a silent signal.

“Y-yeah! Of course,” you turn to Hyunjin, “Sorry, I don’t mean to cut it short. You can definitely text me if you have any more questions though.” Your voice is strained, throat tight with anticipation. Jeongin is looking at you like he could eat you alive, and it takes everything in you to not moan right then and there even without the sensation of the vibrator against you.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah totally. I don’t want to keep you guys any longer,” Hyunjin says happily, his eyes taking on that familiar shape, “Have fun you two! Also, Yang, I’m watching you. You’d better invite her out with us next time!” He calls out, pointing two fingers at his eyes before turning them in Jeongin’s direction as he walks backwards towards one of the study rooms. Jeongin gives him a lazy wave before focusing his attention back to you.

“All of a sudden?” you ask, not bothering to lead in with anything else.

Jeongin doesn’t say anything, just starts shoving his things into his bag. You watch him for a few moments, eyeing him carefully. Is he…mad? No, right? There’s nothing you could have possibly done to piss him off. If anything, you're the one who should be mad at him for making you look like a fool in front of Hyunjin.

When it’s clear that Jeongin isn’t in the mood to talk, you slowly start packing up your own things. Your legs feel like jelly once you stand, aching from the knot of arousal that’s still sitting low in the pit of your stomach. Jeongin lets his eyes trail your body before he pushes away from the table.

“Come on, let’s go.” He mumbles, eyes dark. You open your mouth to say something but he pays no mind, just grabs your hand and heads straight for the door.

//

The walk is silent. Jeongin only grunts in greeting at the person behind the front desk of his apartment building, hurriedly making his way to the elevators as you struggle to keep up, his grip on your wrist the only thing making sure you’re close behind. Jeongin doesn’t say anything during the ride up to his floor, either. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t react.

You’re at your limit when he punches his code into the keypad of his apartment, flinging the door open and ushering you inside. You’re about to confront him, about to turn and ask what you did wrong and apologize for whatever it might’ve been when he slams the door shut and yanks you by the wrist, pulling you with enough force to have your back against the wood in a matter of seconds.

One hand above your head, palm flat against the door, Jeongin uses his other to cradle your jaw and slam his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands fly to his hair immediately, tangling themselves in the softness of it, pulling slightly to elicit a groan out of him just the way you know he likes.

“Did so fucking good,” he mumbles against your lips as he drops both of his hands to press your hips further into the door. “Gonna reward you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel good. Give you what you want.”

You clench around nothing as his words shoot straight through you, nothing but heat spreading throughout your entire body as his mouth works hot against your neck. You squeeze your thighs together for something, anything to relieve your want for more.

“Jeong—fuck, please.” You whine when his hand slips into your pants, and you feel him smile against your neck.

“Look at you begging. Always so good for me, so needy.” His fingers grip the end of the vibrator as he slips it out of the pocket of the underwear and tosses it somewhere on the floor.

You gasp, your eyes flying open. “You’re going to break it.”

Jeongin chuckles, “I’ll buy another one.”

“You can’t just waste money on that.” You groan and pull his head back by his hair, “I bet it was expensive too, wasn’t it?”

“I’d spend any amount of money if it meant I’d be able to see you look that fucked out in public again, baby, trust me.” Jeongin smirks. “Now, can you ride my face or are we gonna continue to argue about my financial responsibility?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, smirking when Jeongin’s eyes flicker to them. He takes it as the okay, drops to his knees, and smiles in satisfaction at the hiss that leaves your mouth once he pulls your jeans down to your ankles and the air hits the wet fabric of your panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to each of your thighs. Your legs start shaking almost immediately. “Can’t believe you’re mine.” He mumbles as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down your legs, helping you step out of it.

Jeongin cups his hands under your thighs, thumbs pressed to the inside of them, and then spares one last look up at you through thick lashes before he’s leaning in and licking a stripe up your folds. You nearly collapse then and there, but his hands hold you up, grip firm.

“Holy fuck,” you groan. Jeongin hums against you, licking and sucking at your clit like his life depends on it. He feels like it does. He can’t help but pull back and admire how red and swollen you are, sensitive as hell from all the edging, your wetness practically leaking all over his chin. He lets you fist at his hair as incoherent words tumble from your lips, lets you grind your hips into his face as he stiffens his tongue so you can fuck yourself on it, his nose brushing your clit every so often and sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It’s good, so fucking good, Jeongin’s always known how to push your limits in a way that has you trembling and craving more.

“Right there,” you gasp, your thighs clenching as you shake in his hold, your peak reaching faster than you expected it to. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Jeongin flattens his tongue and begins lapping at you pathetically, bringing a hand up to start pumping two fingers in and out of you at just the right angle. You cum all over his fingers, hot white flashes clouding your vision as your hips stutter, his left arm keeping you firm against the door. He lets you ride it out, sucks lazily at your clit until you’re jerking with every touch of his mouth to your core, too sensitive for him to continue.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, hair completely ruined and pupils blown wide with desire. He leans in to kiss you, more gentle this time, and he laughs into your mouth when you all but melt into his arms and he has to tighten his grip to hold you up. You moan when he tilts your head back and licks your bottom lip, to which you open for him, and he kisses your own arousal into your mouth.

“Think you can keep going?” He asks.

You don’t answer, just snake your hand in between your bodies and cup him through his sweats. He’s hard, practically straining against his underwear.

“Your turn.” You whisper, walking him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he falls on to it. He spreads his legs wide, watches with heavy eyelids as you stand before him and remove your shirt, leaving yourself fully exposed for him to see.

“God you are…” he trails off when you move towards him and climb onto his lap, grinding your hips down against him and no doubt leaving a wet spot on the outside of his sweats, “…fuck.” He groans, throwing his head back as he presses his thumbs into your hips to help you press down harder.

“I’m what?” You ask when you begin trailing kisses down his jaw, loving the way his stubble scratches against your lips. You suck at the spot just below his ear, still grinding against him.

“Everything I’ve ever fucking dreamed of.” He sighs.

You pull back until your noses are barely brushing and stare into his eyes for a moment. “What?” he asks as he starts rubbing circles into your hip bone with his thumb.

“Nothing I just…” you trail off, eyes still searching his as he stares back at you with an overwhelming amount of adoration.

“…I just really want to suck your dick right now.”

Jeongin barks out a laugh, loud and punctuated, before his head falls forward onto your shoulder and the remaining giggles are nothing but choppy breaths that ghost your nipples.

“What?” You laugh, hitting his shoulder. “I’m serious!”

He picks his head back up to look at you, eyes disappearing into the smile that’s on his face, and leans forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “I know, I know, I just—I love you, that’s all. I. Love. You.” He punctuates every word with a kiss, but you chase the last one until his lips are slotted against yours hungrily once again, his hands dropping to cup you from behind.

You inhale deeply before sliding off his lap, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of him. Jeongin lifts his hips just enough for you to help him slide his sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion and then yanks his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him fully naked and sinking back into the couch cushions. With his legs spread wide, cock hard and swollen pink against his stomach, messy hair and wide eyes, you think about just how lucky you are to call him yours, to be able to have him in every way possible.

Without wasting too much time, you rest your hands on his thighs and lick along the underside of him, tracing the vein there with your tongue and then sucking off the precum at the tip. “Shiiiiit,” Jeongin moans, throwing his head back.

You grab at the base of his cock and take him fully without warning, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. He’s big enough that he fills your mouth completely, spit dribbling out of the sides as you work the bottom half of him with your hand, moving in time with your lips as you bob your head up and down.

“Holy fuck, shit, fuck,” the words tumble from his lips as he keeps a steady hand on the back of your head. You look up at him, a single tear spilling from the corner of your eye. He watches with parted lips for a second before pulling you off of him, a string connected to where spit is pooling on your chin.

“I am not,” he says, out of breath, “Cumming unless I’ve got you around my cock.”

You smile as you scramble up and onto his lap, planting your legs on either side of him. He raises an eyebrow in question, “Aren’t your legs tired?”

“Not for you they’re not,” you say as you reach behind, your hand using your leftover spit to pump him a few times. “Now shut up.”

Jeongin laughs and puts both hands behind his head, arms on full display as he leans back, “Yes ma’am.”

The moans you both let out the minute you sink down on him is so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed. If his neighbors didn’t already know what you were doing, then they definitely do now. Jeongin’s shoulders are firm where you anchor yourself to him, using his body as leverage while you ride him to high hell.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, his hands finding your breasts immediately. Sometimes you forget how big Jeongin’s hands are, both of them cupping you completely, only your nipples peeking out between his fingers as he kneads your chest.

“Bet you liked knowing how wet I was for you while I was talking to Hyunjin, huh?”

Jeongin won’t admit it, but he loves it when you talk to him like this during sex. He likes to feel in control, likes to have his way with you, but on the flip side he loves when you take initiative too. You can feel him twitch inside you at your words, his hips jerking upwards to meet your movements.

“You liked knowing you were in control, that you could make me cum at any second and I’d have to hide it, maybe squeeze my legs to stop myself. And the poor guy, he wouldn’t have a clue. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if I started whimpering and shaking, would he? And it would all be because of you.”

Jeongin responds by bringing a hand down on your ass with a loud smack, your body jolting forward into him from the force. It only spurs you further, your knees on fire from exertion.

You can feel the mark blooming, a big red handprint sure to be visible by the time you wake up tomorrow morning. Part of you wants to get it tattooed there, to have a permanent reminder of Jeongin on your body, to always know what it feels like to be wholly and unconditionally his.

“God you’re so fucking nasty,” he all but growls into your ear, his mouth hot as he connects his lips with yours, tongue licking eagerly into your mouth. “Close.” He grunts.

Jeongin sees stars when you lean back and prop yourself up on his knees, planting your heels into the couch on either side of him so you can fuck yourself onto his cock at a better angle. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly while he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Jeongin—!”

The sensation of you clenching around him as you cum makes Jeongin’s own release follow shortly after, both of you moaning and swearing as you ride it out together. He lets you fall into his chest, rubs a soothing hand up and down your back as you both attempt to calm your breathing and reel yourselves back to reality. His skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat, your own forehead damp and legs shaking.

Jeongin sighs and brings a hand up to tangle in your hair while his fingers massage your scalp. You pull back, staring at him in confusion.

“What?”

Jeongin blinks a few times before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I think you’ve definitely ruined me for anyone else.”

Although he meant it in a sweet, endearing way, you narrow your eyes and poke a finger into his chest. “Why are you saying that as if ‘anyone else’ is even an option?”

He throws an arm over his face, “You know what I meant.”

“No, actually, I don’t think I do—”

“You literally just rode me into oblivion. I bought you vibrating panties just so I could—”

“—I can’t believe that after I just broke my knees for you that’s the first thing you say!”

Jeongin bursts into a fit of giggles when you dig your fingers into his ribs, squealing when he tosses you off of him and you roll on to the side of the couch. “Okay, okay! Let me make it up to you, just stay there.” He says before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reamerges, he’s got a wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe you down before kissing the pout off of your face.

Not long later, when you’re both showered and he’s got you draped across his lap in a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies, Jeongin chances a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” You hum sleepily.

“So, you never explicitly said it, but on a scale of one to ten…if you were to rate my gift…”

You huff out a laugh, turning so that you’re on your back in order to look at him. “Definitely a ten. Could do without the borderline public humiliation next time, though.”

Jeongin leans down to press a kiss to your lips, smiling when you wrap your arms around his head to hold him there for a while longer. “Noted. As long as you never say one of my friends’ names during sex ever again.”

“Why? You sounded like you liked it.”

“Shut up.” Jeongin groans, resting his forehead against yours. It has to be an uncomfortable position, his entire body hunched over at nearly a ninety degree angle to even reach you. “I was balls deep inside of you when it happened. Completely out of my mind. But then, when I was in the bathroom taking a piss five minutes ago I was like, what the fuck? So yeah. No public humiliation as long as I never have to hear Hyun—”

Jeongin’s phone vibrates a total of three times on the couch next to him, cutting him off. He eyes it for a moment, confused as to why anyone would even be messaging this late, and then laughs when he finally picks it up to read what was sent.

“Speak of the devil,” he scoffs before turning the screen towards you.

hyunjin

yo yang

sorry to bother

you think y/n could email me those notes now?

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Perfect Family

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Peter knows you’re about to break up with him. So what’s the next logical step? Get you pregnant, obviously. 

WARNINGS: Babytrapping; Toxic relationship; Birth control Tampering. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Peter knows exactly what you’re planning, after all he knows everything about you. You’re his other half, his soulmate. 

That’s how he knows you’re planning to break up with him. When he found out through the messages you had been sending your best friend he couldn’t believe his eyes.

How could you ever want that? You love him, he’s sure of that. 

You’re always telling him you love him, before you leave for your college or when you’re about to go to bed. Even if it’s with a blank face, rushing the words out of your mouth before you walk away, without a sincere smile. 

He makes sure to keep an update on the messages, his heart practically skipping a beat when you reveal your plan to break-up after your first-year anniversary, just a few weeks away.  

Peter forces himself to remain calm and to act as if he knows nothing, keeping up with the caring boyfriend’s character. He can’t raise suspicion now.

If his plan works out, you won’t be going anywhere.

“I’m pregnant.” you declare with a shaky voice. Peter stops, the plate falling off his hold and crashing into the ground. 

“Peter, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know how this happened, I swear I took the birth control pills every day, I never missed them!” you exclaim, twisting your hands in anxiety.

Peter looks at you, his face completely expressionless and you fear the worst. You drop your head, panic starting to grow stronger. Peter is going to hate you for ruining everything.

You’re about to ruin both of your futures, but his especially. He wants to go to MIT, not become a dad so soon. 

“I’m truly so sorry and I-” Peter runs to you, elevating you into the air and swirling around as he lets out loud chuckles. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad. Fuck, that’s the best news ever.” he exclaims, carefully dropping you back onto your feet. You clean the tears with the back of your hand, a small hopeful feeling growing inside you as you look at him. He looks radiant, much happier than what you had predicted. 

“R-Really? You’re not mad at me?” you hesitantly ask. Peter fondly smiles at you, cupping your cheek. 

“I could never be mad at you for this. It takes two to make a baby. Besides, it was always part of our future plans, right?” he says, dropping the last sentence with a lightly sketchy tone as if he’s waiting for you to agree but you ignore it, it’s probably your imagination acting up.

You can’t be a single-mother, you already know you won’t be able to deal with it and your child deserves to have both its father and mother together in their life, it’s the least you can do.

You can’t abandon Peter anymore. 

You nod as Peter drops on the ground, pressing his head against your belly. Your hand instinctively goes to his head, caressing his brown hair and his hand comes to cover your own. 

“This is perfect.” Peter whispers, pressing kisses towards your belly, where your baby is developing. “You, me and our baby. A perfect family.” 

[userlando]

my only sunshine — george russell

george russell x fem!reader [1.9k] summary: george feels like the whole world has come crashing down, but he luckily has you to pick him up. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, hurt & comfort a/n: i felt so so bad for george last night that i couldn't help but imagine how it'd be like to comfort him afterwards. i wasn't originally planning on writing smut but figured i'd throw it in there. anyway, hope you like this, lmk if you do!! <3

Silence. It’s all you’re in after the day has slid toward its end, the rumbling of the car providing you with the slightest comfort as you sit next to the man who’s given you so much. So much love, hope, inspiration and everything that you can’t seem to reciprocate at the moment because you can see that he’s dissociating, eyes staring off into the distance but it’s like he’s not looking. Just… seeing.

His hand in yours is warm, clammy, but he’s holding it tightly like he can’t seem to bear to let it go in fear of breaking down completely; Like your hold is the only thing tethering him to sanity. It makes your stomach twist and your heart ache with gruelling worry.

He mumbles hello’s and thank you’s as he guides the both of you through the lobby of the hotel, saying nothing as you press the elevator button. You can’t stop looking at him, wondering what he’s thinking but you know it can’t be anything good judging by his glassy eyes, red-rimmed with unshed tears.

George had been so close to podium, so close to getting that win he deserved and fought hard for. It had almost felt like reality slipped from your fingers as you watched his car lose control, taking him out of the race before any of you had time to blink. The garage had been in despair for your boyfriend and so had you, conflicted with Lewis’ win as he raced toward the finish line. Nothing has quite managed to break your heart as hearing your boyfriend’s voice over the radio, holding back tears for the sorrow he must’ve been feeling.

You stare at the tension in his back as he walks into the hotel room, shuffling through your thoughts and wondering whether you should speak or not. You know from experience that he’ll come to you eventually, and he will seek comfort in his own, wordless way but it doesn’t stop you from desperately wanting to reach out to him.

George turns when you drop your bags on the floor, giving you a slight smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and you give one back.

“Go have a shower, I’ll order us something to eat.” You grab his hand in yours and watch as his fingers scramble to hold on, head nodding slowly. You press a kiss to his open palm. “Go.”

He goes without any preamble, leaving the door ajar and you walk around the room to redress into something comfier before calling for room service.

It’s a hot and stuffy night, but you welcome the slight breeze when you crack open the balcony doors and walk outside to take a look. It’s a gorgeous city filled with good memories, and you’d hate to think that tonight would taint them.

The sound of the shower running acts as background noise, and you get lost in your thoughts before the creak of the bathroom door pulls you out of them. You turn around and timidly walk inside, trying to tamper the sudden speed of your heart at the sight of your boyfriend walking across the room in his underwear; scrubbing his wet hair with a towel with way more aggression than necessary.

It’s the first sign he’d given you that he’s angry, ever since he first jumped out of his crashed car. He sniffles, the sound too loud in the silent room and you gingerly sit on the bed because you don’t know what to say to make it better.

You know that it’s something that he’ll eventually get over. Not completely, but the feeling of sadness and disappointment will dissipate with time. Right now, he just needs to lick his wounds.

He flings the towel in the direction of the sofa, missing it completely and it falls with a thump on the floor but you don’t focus on it for too long, watching George as he finally meets your eyes.

He’s been crying.

George’s eyes are red, watery and it makes your heart clench fiercely as you stretch your arms out for him to fall into. He doesn’t say a word as he lets you hold him, the shaking of his shoulders a clear indication that he’s finally broken down.

“You’re okay.” You whisper into his wet hair, holding his head so delicately as you fight your own tears off.

He doesn’t say anything as he cries and you don’t even know what you whisper to him, but it seems to work because his sniffling eventually fades off. You stroke his wet hair and kiss his head, pulling him in closer to you, like it’s possible to be any closer than you already are.

“I fucking had it.” He says it so quietly that you almost miss it.

But it’s there, and he sounds angry with himself.

“I know.” It’s all you can say, knowing that there’s nothing else that can help him.

“I just had to go fuck it all up.”

You tighten your grip on him, guiding his head from your chest to look at his face. It’s heartbreaking to see the dried streaks on his cheeks, long eyelashes clumped together from the tears but he looks as beautiful as ever.

“You didn’t fuck anything up.” Your voice is firm, thick with emotion but you power through. “Shit happens, you can never predict the outcome of these races and you know it better than anyone. It was a long race, and you did your best. That’s all you can ask of yourself.”

He shakes his head.

“I should’ve done better.” His eyes fill with tears again, eyebrows scrunching up in anguish. “I could’ve done better.”

“Maybe so.” You brushed a thumb under his eye. “But you did your best at that moment, baby. It’s a tough track.”

He made a noise of dissent and you leaned forward to press a kiss to his warm cheek, keeping your lips there. The way he subconsciously leaned into it made your chest tighten in adoration.

“You’ll always be amazing to me, Georgie.” You whispered against his skin. “I don’t know if that counts for something, but it’s the truth.”

He turned his head so your lips caught the corner of his, making you smile.

“It means the world, and you know it.” He said, squeezing your hip. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You waited until he turned his head fully, accepting the kiss that he was quick to press to your mouth.

It was like a switch had been flipped the moment your lips opened up to each other, George placing both hands on either side of you so he could guide you up the bed until he was looming above you. You sucked in a well needed breath when he trailed his lips down, kissing and sucking your jaw and throat in urgency.

“George…” The sound of his name from your lips made him stop and glance up, eyes trained on you. “Are you sure you wanna do this now?”

His answer came in the form of a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs, your legs caging his hips in and bringing your crotches together. The shudder that he let out was like music to your ears, low and heavy. Almost like some weight had been lifted off his shoulder and just that alone made you want to do more, to distract him from tonights loss and show him how great he was.

“Nothing I want more.” He murmured against your lips, fingers slipping into your joggers and underwear, slicking up his digits.

A shudder left your lips, hands gripping his shoulders and spreading your legs wider for him to properly settle between as he slowly fingered you. It was quick, thumb circling your clit just the way he knew you liked until you were coming apart under him.

He loved on your lower lip as you cried out your orgasm, eyes trained on your face because he just couldn't look away from how pretty you looked. It made him physically hurt how much love he had for you, how grateful he was that you managed to pick him up so easily when all he wanted to do was close in on himself.

No one had ever managed to simultaneously fill him up with so much love and inspiration like you did, and the adoration he felt for you in that moment felt like too much to bear. So, he hurried his movements when he felt you starting to shudder from overstimulation, reaching down to push his underwear far enough to get himself out of the confines.

"George, please." Your pleas made his hands shake as he slid the length of his cock up your pussy, wetting it in the process and hearing you moan. "Please, just hurry up and fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice, notching himself by your hole and glancing up at you; waiting for your nod of consent before he pushed himself inside. The both of you moaned in unison, George's mouth dropping open at the combined feeling on your tightness and wetness, the warmth enveloping his cock as you reached your hands up to grab at his damp hair.

"Oh, fuck." He bottomed out, arms shaking to keep himself hovering over you. "Fuck, you feel good."

You pushed your chin out and George almost smiled at the gesture, knowing what you wanted without you having to verbally tell him. He got down on his elbows instead, caging your head in before he leaned down and licked into your mouth.

His thrusts were jerky, like he couldn't focus on one thing and you really couldn't blame him. It was clear that he needed the release and you desperately wanted to give it to him, clenching around him and hearing him moan against your ear; voice hoarse and broken.

It wasn't long before he was burying his face in your neck, hips working into you harshly before he grunted and buried himself to the hilt. George came with a bitten moan, shuddering as he shot off inside of you and it made you tighten up weakly, prompting another sound from his mouth.

The both of you laid wrapped up in each other, listening to each other's breathing and the silence dragged out for so long that you'd almost expected George to have fallen asleep. But then he made a noise in his throat and picked his head up from your chest to peer up at you.

He looked more relaxed than before, but there was still a sadness in his eyes that nothing but time could wipe away. You picked up a shaky hand to brush a finger under his eyes, watching his long eyelashes flutter at the touch.

"Japan will be yours." You said in a whisper, like it was a secret and it made George smile sadly.

"Don't hold your breath." He said it so self-depracatingly that you shook your head in a stubborn manner.

"I'll hold my breath, Russell. Better yet, I'll be right there to scream the loudest for you."

That prompted a laugh out of him, pushing into your hand when you swept his bangs out of the way.

"Thank you." He murmured and your face softened at the sincerity in his voice. "I don't know how you manage to do it, but you always make my losses hurt less."

"I'll always be here, you know that."

He nodded because yeah, you always were and you had never proved him wrong. It made something spark in his chest, something that felt a lot like hope and determination for the next weekend.

He'd bring the win home. If not for himself, then for you.

[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller Part 2: Secret Glances and Wandering Hands✨ dbf! Joel

Chapter Summer: After having the best night of your life with Joel Miller, will you be able to control yourself around him when he comes around your family? Or will you be a hot mess that can’t keep your hands off him?

Part 1

Word Count: 8.1k

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: cream pie, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, no outbreak! Joel, porn with plot, dbf! Joel

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The next two days pass in a blur. You can’t stop thinking about Joel, can’t stop talking to him. The two of you haven’t stopped texting since you left his house, not able to stay away from each other. He never really was a texter, always saying how he hates it and doesn’t respond to nearly half the texts he gets, but he always texts you back. Never leaves you hanging. And you know then that you’re special to him. And that makes you that much more crazy for him and his tempting brown eyes.

He’s like a festering disease in your mind that keeps growing and growing until it takes total control of you. Winding around all your brain cells, twisting and bending them until you can think of nothing but him and only him. He’s all you can think about, all you want to think about. But then that one thought always enters your mind. That one inconvenient, pessimistic thought. He’s your fucking father’s best friend.

It eats at you, stirs trouble up in your mind. But you don’t care. Not enough to let your feelings for Joel go. You’re too involved now. Too tied up with him. If you let him go then you’ll surely lose yourself because no other man is like Joel. He’s one of a kind. The only one that can spark a fire in you. The only burning ember that can set you ablaze when nobody else can. He’s a dangerous wildfire, but you want to get burned by him. It’s your new favorite fixation. Your addiction.

You know you’re in trouble. If you’re already this wrapped up in him then how will you hide your feelings when Joel comes around your father and you’re around? What the fuck are you supposed to do then? Hide how you feel? Yeah, right. As if you can do that. It’s not possible. Not after he’d been inside you. Not after his fingers had made you cum so hard that you were shaking against him and seeing stars. Not after his hot breath had skimmed down your neck, his hands sliding up and down your inner thighs, teasing and working you up so much that you were drenched before he even reached your throbbing center. And definitely not after his soft lips had devoured yours, leaving you begging for more of his inviting, delicious tongue. Wanting to feel it slide up and down your folds until they reach the most sensitive spot as you grab his tousled curls and ride out your paralyzing orgasm as you beg him to make you cum again and again, until you give him every part of you, all of you.

You snap out of your wet daydream as you realize you’re squeezing your legs together and still sitting at your laptop, a full list of apartments on the page that you’re supposed to be looking at. But instead you’re thinking of intense brown eyes and strong hands.

Get yourself together. You need to find an apartment if you ever want to get out of this house and have your own space again. Why did your old apartment have to burn down and why was it taking so fucking long to find a new one?

You close the laptop hard, completely flustered at your lack of attention to what’s important on your agenda. You glance at the clock and realize you’re running late. You need to get to class before you miss lecture hall. You grab your pink backpack and stuff your laptop in it hurriedly and leave your bedroom, running down the narrow stairs in a rush.

Class. Focus on getting to school, not Joel.

Before you can descend the stairs, your mom comes out from the kitchen and stops you before you can leave the house.

“Oh, honey. Before you go I was wondering if you’ll be home for dinner?” she asks as her bouncy, dark curls frame her face, her blue eyes shining up at you as she gives you a soft smile.

“Yeah, I should be. Why?” you ask, your eyebrows raising as if she is about to say something out of the ordinary.

“Oh, good. Your father just invited Joel for dinner, so he’ll be here too.”

You freeze on the stairs as your hand goes tight around the railing, your heart stopping for just the tiniest second. Joel was coming for dinner? Fuck. She notices your wide eyes and your death grip on the rail as you stand still on the stairs.

“Everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” she replies with a concerned look on her face.

You grab your hand from the rail and make your way down, fishing out your car keys as you zip up your bag. “I’m fine. Just realized I forgot I had an assignment due today is all,” you lie, biting your tongue as you turn the front door knob and open the door, welcoming the cool breeze in.

“Oh, I see. Okay, well have fun at school, honey. I’ll see you for dinner.”

You wave goodbye and walk out the door into the chilly breeze of fall. When you unlock your shiny black Nissan Rogue and open the car door, you throw your backpack in the passenger side and plop down into the driver’s seat. You slam the door shut and rest your head on the cold steering wheel, trying to sort your racing thoughts out.

Breathe. It’s only dinner. You can do this. You can fake it. You can pretend that you weren’t just fucked by Joel fucking Miller. Right?

You’ll have to pretend that thick cloud of tension isn’t in the room tonight, but it’s always there. Hanging like a low rain cloud that’s just waiting to spill its rain and thunder all over you while it takes you under and drowns you, suffocates you. That’s what he is. A slow turning thunderstorm that wants to strike you down and light you on fire as he consumes all of you and takes you for himself to destroy in a wave full of passion and pleasure.

You start the car up and just as you’re about to put it in reverse, you hear your phone vibrate in your backpack pocket. You pick it up and find a text from Joel waiting for you to open. You quickly unlock your phone and read the text.

Joel: Guess who got invited to dinner at your place tonight?

You quickly respond with a smile plastered all over your face. So I just heard. Looks like I’ll see you tonight, brown eyes. You put a winking emoji at the end and push send.

Okay, now you really are late. You put your phone back in the side pocket of your backpack and quickly pull out of the driveway. You put it into drive and speed to campus. You hear your phone buzz again, but you can’t look at it till you get to class. You’re too late.

When you finally make it to school and walk into class, the professor has already started the lecture. You sneak in the back and take a seat in the auditorium sized room, hoping he doesn’t notice you barging in ten minutes late. When you take a seat, you secretly pull out your phone and look at the missed text from Joel.

Joel: Brown eyes, huh? I like the sound of that. That my new nickname or something?

You giggle at the text and immediately respond. That’s what I’m going to start calling you, brown eyes. I just can’t stop thinking about them or you. You end it with a smiley emoji and push send. Joel texts back about a minute later.

Joel: You’re fuckin adorable, baby. Can’t wait to see you later. You gorgeous girl.

Your heart skips a beat at the last text and the smile on your face is so big that you’re sure the entire class can see the crimson blush all over you. You aren’t paying attention, so when the professor clears his throat and calls out your name you’re immediately drawn out of your lovesick texting game. You put your phone in your bag and quickly apologize and ask him to repeat his question.

“I said no phones in class. Don’t let it happen again,” he warns with a glare in his eyes.

“Yes, professor. Sorry. Just got distracted,” you apologize. He gives you one more nasty glare and goes back to his lecture on the practices of law. You sigh and get your head focused back on the lecture, trying to push Joel out of your mind. But he’s stuck like glue, no way to push him out.

Joel Miller is going to be the death of you.

When you get home from school, you run upstairs and get busy getting ready. You have to look hot tonight but not so much that your parents notice something is up. You dig through your closet hurriedly and start picking apart outfits. You hold up a short jean mini skirt and look in the mirror. Nah, too short. You flick through your outfits and try again with a pair of distressed black jeans. As you hold them up to your waist in the mirror, you automatically shake your head no. Too boring. You rip apart your closet and get so worked up and frustrated that you end up on the floor, cursing under your breath.

Why the fuck is this so hard to pick an outfit and why the fuck can you not get Joel Miller out of your head? You audibly groan into your hands and slouch over as you’re about to give up. When you look back up into the closet, a dress that had gotten caught behind some sweatshirts peeks out at you. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the perfect dress for dinner. Jackpot.

You push yourself off the cream colored carpet and reach for the hidden dress. You pull it out of the closet and rip your jeans and sweatshirt off, quickly sliding on the floral material over your figure. When you turn around to look in the full length mirror, you gasp as you take in the gorgeous dress. You glide your hand over the soft polyester fabric and take in the vibrant colors. It’s a short mini dress that’s light blue in color and has dark violet flowers all over. The thin straps hang over each side and tie together softly on your shoulders. It shows off just enough cleavage but not too much. The dress hovers a few inches from your knees as it grazes along your sides, the perfect combination of sexy and not too much. This will definitely catch Joel’s attention. And you plan to tease him as much as possible tonight.

You slide on some slip on white Converse shoes and call it good. Heels would be too much, your parents would definitely question your choice of wardrobe. You take a seat at your lit up vanity and smooth out your spiral curls with your bristled brush. After fixing your hair, you apply some shiny lip gloss to your smooth lips and highlight your eyes with some shimmery champagne colored eyeshadow. After inspecting yourself in the mirror, you smile and head downstairs. Joel will be here any minute, and you’re already freaking out.

When you step into the open kitchen, you notice your mom taking out some chicken breasts from the oven and your dad sitting on the couch with a newspaper in his hands with a football game muted on the tv. The wafts of chicken pull at your appetite and your mouth starts watering, but it’s also watering for something else. And that something is Joel Miller’s cock. You lick your lips in anticipation of having him again. That hot, salty taste sliding down your throat, coating your insides…

You jump when your mom pulls you out of your wet daydream as she compliments your dress. “That’s a pretty dress. Haven’t seen that one before. Is it new?” she asks as she mixes up a side of creamy mashed potatoes in a teal mixing bowl.

“Oh, yeah. Just got it at the mall a few weeks ago. You like it?” you ask as you smooth the material down on your thighs.

“Love it,” she says as she flashes you a smile and gets back to fixing dinner.

“That’s a little short on you, isn’t it?” your dad asks as he lowers his wide lense reading glasses and sets his newspaper down on his lap, giving you a disapproving look as he glances the dress over.

“No, I don’t think so,” you say nervously as you pull at the ends of the dress.

“George, she’s fine,” she says as she rolls her eyes at him. “It’s a lovely dress, sweetheart. Now will you be a dear and go set the table? Joel will be here any minute.”

“Sure, on it,” you nod as you grab up the glass plates and a handful of shiny silverware.

When you set up the last spot at the table, you smooth out the cream colored tablecloth and nod in approval. You look around the room and inspect the large dining area. Crimson curtains hang over the large, cascading window, a tall rustic grandfather clock sits next to the stairs, all six wooden chairs are pushed into the table, and the pictures of you and your family from summer vacation hang around the open dining room. You hear a jarring knock at the door and jump at the sudden noise.

“Honey, can you let Joel in? My hands are full, and your father is in the middle of a call,” your mom yells from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I got it,” you call back. Every step towards the front door has your heart hammering against your chest, and your palms feel sweaty. All you can think about is how much you want to put your hands all over him, how much you want to tangle your fingers in his unruly, tousled curls as you scream his name in white, hot bliss.

When you open the solid frost colored door, you freeze in place and have to practically pick your jaw off the floor from how ridiculously handsome he is. Joel is leaned up against the edge of the door, casually comfortable as he smiles down at you. The dimples encase his handsome features and send butterflies tumbling through your stomach. He’s wearing a deep red button-up plaid shirt and dark washed out jeans that fit perfectly against his formed legs. His hair is slicked back with gel and his lower arms flex at his sides, sending thick veins spiraling against his tan skin.

God, he looks good.

“Hi, sweetheart,” his voice drawls like sweet syrup that sticks to your insides. His crooked smile pulls at your heartstrings as you nearly sink into a puddle on the frayed welcome mat.

“Hi,” you say back shyly as you tug a loose curl behind your ear.

His doe eyes skate up and down your body, slowly taking in every inch of you that he can. His eyes seem to glow an amber color as a radiant glow casts over his face. “You’re so gorgeous,” he hums as he cups your chin and slowly grazes the pad of his calloused thumb against your jawline. You seem to get lost in his hypnotizing gaze as the tip of his thumb brushes against your lower lip. You almost lean in, wanting so badly to pull his head down to yours so you can graze your lips over his, but your father interrupts as he comes around the corner. You and Joel jump apart before he notices anything.

“Hey, Joel! Come on in. Claire is just finishing setting the food up on the table, so make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, George. Don’t mind if I do,” Joel smiles as he steps through the threshold of the door and closes it tight behind him. When your dad disappears behind the corner of the dining room, Joel trails his hand against the small of your back and drops it down to his side, but not without grazing against the back of your thigh. You gasp as goosebumps appear over the patch of skin he just touched, the back of your neck already sweating from having his hands on you. You don’t stop to look behind you. You just keep moving into the lit up dining room, away from the tempting hands of Joel.

You pull out a chair as it sounds like chalk to a rusty board and sit as you pull the chair up so your legs are underneath the delicate tablecloth. Joel takes the seat next to yours and slides the chair over just a tad, just enough to where if he wanted to he could reach out and graze your knee. The thought of it has you giggling on the inside.

Your mom brings in the main dish, cooked Parmesan chicken breasts and sets the porcelain dish in the middle of the crowded table amongst all the other various dishes. “Joel! So nice to see you. How was work?” she asks with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, you know, the usual. We were pretty busy today. Got a lot of new workers on the job, so thankfully I didn’t have to stay late today.”

“Well, I’m so glad you got to come tonight. Should be a pretty good meal,” she says as she takes a seat on the opposite side of the table, across from Joel.

“Wouldn’t miss one of your dinners,” he says with a grin on his face.

“Well, go on. You guys dig in. Get what you want. There’s plenty more and dessert is cooling off, so help yourself.” Joel happily obliges and grabs up his plate, scooping out some mashed potatoes and chicken onto it. You go to grab the salad tongs, and his hand comes down on yours as you two reach for the same item at once. You feel a spark of electricity zap through your fingers as you quickly pull your hand back hurriedly.

“Sorry, go ahead,” you blush as you put your electrified hand in your lap, playing with the hem at the end of the flowery dress.

“Ladies first,” he offers as he holds his hand out and waits for you. You nod your head at him and take the end of the tongs, wishing his rough hand was still on yours. You fill your plate up and take a bite of the warm, seasoned chicken. It slides down your throat as the savoury flavor sticks to your tastebuds.

“Mom, this chicken is excellent!” you say excitedly as you take another bite, this time getting Parmesan in the mix.

“Glad you like it,” she smiles as she stabs at the salad in front of her and takes a small bite.

As you continue eating, your mom and dad make small conversation with Joel, but then they ask you a glaring question. “How’s the apartment hunting coming, sweetie? Finding anything you like?” your dad asks as he looks over at you, his Texas State University jersey hanging loosely over his athletic figure.

“Oh, you know. The same. I’ve been applying to a few I found, but I haven’t heard anything. Seems like it’s almost impossible to find anything right now. They’re all waitlisted or unavailable,” you groan under your breath. You take another small bite of chicken and chew, the taste of disappointment setting in as you grow stale from apartment hunting.

“Sorry to hear that, baby,” he says soothingly. “Joel, you don’t think you could help my little girl out do you? You’ve got the hookups with this sort of thing. Mind helping her find a place?” he asks nicely.

Joel turns his head toward you and flicks his eyes over you carefully. “Sure, I can help. Anything for my best friend’s daughter,” he smiles. There’s something hidden underneath that smile, the curl of a smirk as his eyes turn a hint darker as he rolls those last three words out. Best friend’s daughter. He means to say best friend’s daughter that he fucked on top of his couch in the silhouette of night in his house.

“Thanks, Joel,” you smile as you tap the edge of your knee against his, silently thanking him with more than words. He curls his lips up as he turns back to his plate, jabbing a piece of chicken onto his metal fork.

The two of you continue brushing the side of your legs against one another as your parents continue the small talk with you and Joel. The denim material feels cool and slightly rough against your bare skin. You can practically feel the heat that comes off his thigh as your leg digs into his, can practically taste it as it simmers off his tan skin.

A low rumble starts aching in your belly, but you aren’t hungry for food. You’re hungry for Joel. It’s so very tempting to reach your hand out and trail your fingers up his inner thigh, so easy to discreetly palm him through his jeans as you make the blood rush, pulling at his hardening cock as you get him all worked up under the table. So very tempting…

Your better judgement leaves the room as you throw all your dignity and self control out the window, watch it fly away like your heart did the first time you saw Joel standing in your living room. You can’t control yourself. He’s too hot, too tempting, too damn charming, his hands too experienced, his mouth too lush and inviting. Ah fuck it, it’s fine.

“How’s Sarah doing? She like being in high school now?” your dad asks as he stuffs some mashed potatoes in his mouth, looking over at Joel.

“She’s getting used to it. It’s a lot bigger than middle school, but overall I’d say she’s doing well,” he answers as he takes another bite of the flavored chicken. Your mom jumps in on the conversation and asks a question directed at Joel. Now’s your chance.

You sneakily reach your right arm out and set your hand down on the edge of his knee gently. He jumps a little but continues on with the conversation.

“And she’s making lots of friends I presume? She’s a social butterfly that one,” your mom laughs as she takes a sip of tea from the tall glass in front of her.

You trail your hand up higher, sliding up the crease of his jeans, going over his inner thigh slowly. Your nails trace delicate patterns over the inner seam. You’re almost there, almost.

“Oh yeah, she has a ton of friends. Sometimes I can’t even keep her at home. She…” His sentence cuts off as he chokes on his words, thrown off by your impulsive behavior. You grab his cock through the tight denim around his shaft, slowly working your hand up and down his length as you feel his cock harden, getting thicker by the moment.

“Joel, are you alright? You’re not choking are you?” your mom gasped out, almost standing up from her seat.

“No-no, I’m f…fine,” he says with gritted teeth, his jaw clenched from the buzzing arousal you ignite on him. “Just swallowed too much at once,” he gnashes out, a slight groan getting stuck deep in his chest.

“Oh, good. Thought I was gonna have to call an ambulance,” your dad laughs, joking to himself as he swallows some green beans.

Joel isn’t amused at all. He covers his mouth and turns to you, whispering harsh words as he puts a hand over yours to try to stop you from jerking him off under the table. “Quit that,” he glares. He gives you a warning glare, but you can see he’s turned on. The way the large veins in his neck strain against him tell you quite enough.

You give him your best sultry eyes and smirk up at him, mouthing “Make me” to him. His glare relaxes as he clenches his jaw, his eyes growing darker as he gazes at you, a hint of a smirk rising on the corner of his mouth. Oh boy, you’re in trouble.

He grabs your wrist sharply and pushes your hand away from his erection that’s planted firmly against his zipper. He places his rough hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up your inner thigh as butterflies start to form in the pit of your stomach. You grab your glass of sweet tea and take a drink, letting the sugary liquid rinse down your throat as you push down the growing arousal that’s building in the base of your spine. You hear your parents asking Joel about fixing your dad’s truck. He’s always been good at that. Fixing things. Houses, cars, floors, your growing orgasms…

Before you know what’s happening, he slides his calloused fingers inside the lacy material and finds your folds as he rubs up and down, spreading the already built up slick all over you. Your eyes go wide and you spit out your tea, coughing up the liquid you choked on as you grab the crimson napkin and cover your mouth.

“Honey! Are you alright?” your mother asks alarmed, her arm reaching across the table as if she can help you. She can’t help you though. Nobody can except Joel, especially since he’s finger fucking you in front of the parents, under the table in private. He slides his middle finger inside you and you squeeze your legs together, trying not to moan at the dinner table.

“I’m fine, just went down the wrong tube. Think I took too large of a drink,” you gasp out, dabbing your mouth as you fist the soft cloth in your hand. Pretending like you’re completely fine and not building up an orgasm right at the dinner table.

“Oh, thank God. Just be careful next time you take a drink. George, tell Joel about what you heard today at work,” she says as she turns to your dad. He starts rambling about some office promotion at work, but you tune him out. The only thing you’re focused on is holding back your moans as Joel elicits an orgasm out of you.

Your left hand wraps around Joel’s wrist as he works you nice and slow, two fingers stretching your walls as they work up and down, up and down. His thumb finds your clit as he presses down firmly, drawing pressurized circles meticulously around your throbbing bundle of nerves. You dig your fingers into him and bite down on the cloth with your other hand, holding in a moan as you fight for your life.

Your skin is flushed, your eyes wide in fucked out bliss, and your throat is completely dry. The orgasm is building in the base of your spine, slowly lowering down your body as your walls start fluttering around his fingers. You’re right there, so fucking close. Another wave of slick runs down your center, right on his thick fingers. You were going to spill right there in the chair, completely ruin your lace and Joel’s fingers.

As your dad says something to your mom, Joel leans over and whispers dirty words into your ear. “Atta girl. That’s a good fucking girl. Cum for me, make daddy proud,” he growls into your ear. And that was it. That was all the motivation you needed.

Joel speeds up his fingers, pumping in and out harder, the circles around your clit growing deeper and deeper until you can’t take anymore. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, feel the white hot sensation take place, and then you cum, hard. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself drip hot liquid all over his fingers as he continues to pump a few more times into you, making sure he collects all the slick on himself. You bite down hard on the cloth and choke out a moan. Your face is hot and flushed, and you can barely see anything in front of you as you come down from your oragasmic high. You can see Joel smirking from the corner of your eye, so proud of himself for making you cum just like that.

What a fucking tease.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling alright? What’s wrong?” your mom asks as she pulls concerned blue eyes your way. Your dad follows the same, eyeing you carefully with furrowed brows.

“I’m…I’m okay. I just think I ate too quickly. My stomach…feeling a little queasy…I guess,” you gasp out, trying to collect yourself as you feel Joel’s fingers retract from you, fixing your underwear over your cunt again as he slides the material smoothly over your center, feeling just how drenched and uncomfortable it is now.

“Oh, alright. Just take your time next time. Maybe hold off on anymore bites for a few minutes?” she asks with worried features.

“Mhm,” you nod, still too fucked out to focus on anything but the ringing in your ears.

“Joel, dear. I do hope you’re enjoying the Parmesan chicken. It’s George’s new favorite,” she beams at your dad as he smiles back.

“Oh, it’s perfect. Absolutely delicious.” He draws the last two words out slowly as he takes the two fingers that were inside you and pulls them in his mouth, sucking slowly as he stares at you with smoldering eyes. Your jaw drops at the provocative words and action.

Joel Miller is a fucking menace.

You take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, come back down to earth where your breathing wasn’t so ragged and your body wasn’t strung out from the fucked out bliss. Whenever you pull yourself back together, you hear Joel’s chair push back against the hardwood floor. You look up and he’s walking out of the dining room, his plaid shirt clinging to his broad back, pulling excessively as he flexes his muscles around it.

“If you’ll excuse me, gonna run to the restroom.”

You turn back to your plate and push the fork around the chicken, stabbing at a piece as the thought of food makes you nauseous. You hear Joel quietly clearing his voice in the other room and when you look up he’s staring at you, trying to get your attention. His dark eyes smolder at you as he smirks, and then you’re back on edge again as your throat runs dry. He curls his index toward him, coaxing you to follow him as he stands at the edge of the staircase waiting for you to join him.

“Ummm, I’m also gonna go. My stomach is feeling pretty queasy, I might be sick,” you say hurriedly as you practically trip out of the chair and stumble across the room. Before you can leave the room, your mom calls after you.

“Let me know if you need anything, honey. Feel better,” she says as you exit the room, stopping right in front of Joel. He licks his tongue slowly over his teeth, and it makes you weak at the knees. He quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you up the staircase. You follow with no objections, wanting to feel his soft lips on your skin, wanting him to burn you with his scorching flames that lick at his tanned skin.

He pulls you into your room and closes the door swiftly behind him, locking it as he turns to you, glaring at you with burning eyes. “You couldn’t fucking wait to put your hands on me until we were alone?” he asks with a clenched jaw and tight lips.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t control myself. You were too tempting,” you apologize sweetly, batting your eyelashes up at him in a flirtatious manner.

“Mhm. I noticed,” he says as his lip twitches, his stance guarded against the door.

“Well, it’s not like you could either. I mean you’re the one that made me cum at the dinner table, in front of my parents,” you bite back, your eyebrows raised in defense.

“You’re the one that started it,” he huffs, taking a step toward you.

“But you’re the one that finished it,” you smirk back, looking at him under the hood of your eyelids as your gaze pulls him forward.

“You’re walkin’ on mighty thin ice, darlin’,” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he takes another step forward, getting closer to you.

“And what are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna teach me a lesson?” You bite your bottom lip seductively, and Joel watches with his pupils expanding. You can see his cock hardening under the tight jeans, begging to be set free. He takes another step forward and another, ending up right in front of you as he drags his hand through his salt and pepper scruff slowly.

He takes his hand and pulls at the edge of your dress, grazing his fingers against your thigh as heat builds in the pit of your stomach. “Oh, yes. Gonna show you what happens to bad girls who don’t behave. Got a real good lesson to teach ya.”

He wastes no time and pulls you to his chest, crushing his mouth down on yours as he kisses you like he’d been touch starved for days. You part your lips like the red sea and invite him in, opening wider as he clashes his tongue against yours and tastes you. His coffee scent is all over you, seeping into your bones, consuming you whole as his taste intoxicates you, submerges you into deep depths as it pulls you under.

He guides you over to the bed as his hands dig into your hips, letting one drop to your ass as he squeezes and teases you. “You look so pretty in this dress darlin’, but I think it’d look even better off.” He pulls the flowery dress over your head and tosses it on the floor, flicking his eyes over you as he takes in the shape of you standing in nothing but lacy underwear.

“Goddamn, baby. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I could just lick you from head to toe,” he groans as his eyes smolder over you.

“Please do,” you beg, your hands fisting his shirt as he sits you on the edge of the bed carefully, right on top of the pink neon blanket.

“Gotta be quick, sweetheart. Don’t want your parents finding us up here. Gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me?” he asks with raised brows as he runs a calloused finger down the edge of your neck, making you sick with want.

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers still attached to the plaid material.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. He drags his tongue up the side of your neck and sinks down on your collarbone, making you groan with desire. His hands knead your breasts together as he slides his mouth down, sucking each one into his mouth as he swirls around your breasts, making your nipples pebble underneath his hot mouth.

“Feels so good,” you groan, digging your fingers into the tangled sheets beneath you.

“Yeah? ‘Bout to make ya feel real good somewhere else,” he smirks.

He pushes your thighs apart wide and slides in between your legs, trailing slow kisses up your inner thighs as he teases you, building up that hot slick as it drips against your lace. He drags his thumb over your center and you hiss in response to the sensitive area.

“Goddamn, darlin’. You’re so wet for me,” he growls as he brings his mouth down and stops at your center. He looks up at you with a dark smolder in his eyes as he takes his tongue and licks slowly over your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” you gasp as the weight of his tongue brings down more slick. He’s fucking drowning you right now, and he’s about to pull you over the edge.

“This what you want? Want me to feast on that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you beg, eyes wide as you watch him drag down the ruined lace and toss it on the floor. He slowly licks his lips as he stares at your bare cunt, just like a tiger looks at a fresh piece of meat. Ready to come in for the kill.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, baby. Fuck. Never seen a prettier pussy than that. Now, let’s see how good you taste.” He drops down and licks a full stripe from your your entryway, all the way up your soft folds. He takes his time, savouring your flavor on his tongue as he basks in the glory. Drinking you all in. You dig into the sheets as you hold in a moan.

“Goddamn, you do taste good. So fuckin’ good. Christ.” He dives back into you, licking his tongue up and down your folds, slowly spreading them as he comes in for the kill. He ends at your clit and draws circles on your aching bundle of nerves as he swirls and swirls, pushing a finger inside you as he continues working at your clit. He puts a second finger in you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spongy spot that makes you see stars. He pulls at your clit, sucking it into his mouth as it makes all your nerve endings explode. You’re so close, so fucking close.

“Joelll,” you moan, digging your fingers into his untamed curls as he looks up at you through a cloud of fog and desire. His pupils are full blown and black now, the look of seduction written in his eyes.

“That’s right, baby. Tell me who makes ya feel good,” he demands as his fingers curl up and up, hitting your g-spot perfectly every time.

“You, you, Joel… I’m gonna… I’m so close. Please, my clit. My clit… fuck,” you moan as he pulls slowly at your throbbing clit, pulling back the bundle of nerves as he stretches you out, feeling like you’re about to tap out at any second now.

He releases you from his mouth as the bundle of nerves slap back into place, all throbbing and aching as you clench around his fingers, feeling yourself about to lose it all over him.

“That’s it, there ya go. Come on, baby. Give it to me. Want you to cum on my fingers. Wanna taste you,” he growls. He speeds up his fingers as they push harder and faster into your spongy spot, his tongue flicking meticulous circles over your aching clit. You feel your walls clench around him as they flutter back and forth, so close to releasing. He takes your throbbing clit into his mouth and sucks hard, and that’s what takes you over the edge.

You feel the white hot sensation pull through you as you cover your mouth and moan loudly, watching him lick up all the cum that seeps out of you. You can barely see him, barely hear him through the fog. Your moans are muffled by your hand. Your ears ring and your vision is spotty as your head becomes lightheaded. He laps you all up, pulling his fingers free from inside you as he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean, not leaving a single drop to spare.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby. Did so perfect for me,” he praises as he scoots you back on the bed, crawling on top of you as he snakes his leather belt out of his jean loops. He unzips his zipper and unbuttons his pants, pushing them and his black briefs down just enough to set his hard, thick cock free. It plants firmly against his stomach, a bead of precum gliding down his shaft as he crowds your body, pushing you back against your fluffy pillow as your lilac colored walls surround you.

“Gonna fuck you, sweetheart. It’s gotta be quick, so just hold on. Gonna fuck you fast and hard,” he growls as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, caging his arms around you tightly. He moves the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance, slowly entering you as he pushes in. You can feel the stretch as he plunges into you, your walls sucking him in as he pushes further. He’s almost too big, too thick for you, but it feels so good.

“Joel, please,” you whine out before he starts moving again.

“What do ya want, baby?” He groans out as he feels how tight you’re squeezing him.

“Fuck me,” you beg, your hands grabbing on to the back of his shirt as your nails dig into the cotton material, trying to sink down into his skin.

He growls and his pupils expand into black pits. “Such a needy girl. Fuckin’ filthy, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Gonna take real good care of that pussy. Keep those pretty eyes on me, darlin’.” He sinks into you, starting slow and builds his speed as he fucks you faster and harder, his cock bottoming out in you over and over again, making you claws your nails down his back and making you moan into the shell of his ear.

He lifts your hips higher, angling you to where he’s thrusting into you further. You can feel every detail of him. Feel his throbbing, thick cock as it plunges in and out of you over and over. Feel his heavy weight as he hovers over you. Feel his hot breath as he pants out against the side of your face. Feel his rough hands as one skims the edge of your hip, grasping tightly to fuck up into you. You moan out against his lips, just ghosting over them as they linger over your swollen lips, desperate for his mouth to drop down on yours.

“That’s a good girl. Takin’ me so good,” he praises. You drag your hand through his tousled curls, and he groans at the feeling. He picks up the pace, cock thrusting into you hard as you fight to keep your eyes open. You can feel that heat building, feel your walls fluttering against him as your mind starts to go numb. You’re right there on the edge, about to come undone. All you can hear is his muffled moans and the sound of wet, slick skin. The sound of his cock driving in and out of you. A sound you love to hear. It only makes you more aroused.

“Joel…” you moan into his ear, licking the edge of it as he groans in response.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” he purrs as he ruts his hips into you, taking his calloused fingers and rubbing your throbbing clit as the orgasm starts to take over. Your eyes flutter closed, and Joel has to remind you to keep them open.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, darlin’. Let me see you.” You peel your eyes back open as you’re on the verge of tears. It feels so good, so fucking good. He rubs his fingers faster over your pulsing clit, and then you’re done. You feel hot heat take over as it rolls down your spine, right through your cunt as you spill all over him, saturating him with white, hot liquid.

“Oh, that’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he praises. You start to moan his name, not able to hold it in and then he covers your mouth with his own, drowning out your moans inside his mouth as he tangles his tongue with yours. He speeds up his pace, his jaw clenching and his ragged moans hot against your mouth. He pulls away from your lips and rests his sweaty forehead on yours as dripping pieces of curls stick to your skin.

“Right there, right there. Yes, fuckin’ perfect, baby. Feels so good I’m gonna-” He cuts off as his face goes slack and his eyes flame with lust. One last thrust and he’s spilling his seed inside you, deep. You feel the warm liquid slosh inside you, and you moan at the feeling of it. It feels like hot ecstasy that buries deep in your skin. It feels like Joel, it is Joel.

He falls flat beside you on the bed as you both breathe heavy, both too fucked out to move as the bliss takes over. God, you love this. Love to be fucked and talked dirty to by Joel Miller. It’s your new favorite hobby, your addiction. And something about sneaking around makes it even hotter.

He places his softening cock into his briefs and pulls up the jeans around his hips as he zips them up, looping the belt back in as he fastens it around him. He grabs a towel from your bathroom and gently wipes off the sticky mess from your legs, carefully going over your center as you hiss from the now over sensitive area.

He caresses your cheek slowly and skims the pad of his calloused thumb down your jawline, looking at you with full admiration in his chocolate eyes. “Get dressed and come back down after five minutes. I’m gonna head back down. Alright?”

“Okay,” you nod, still breathing heavily from your intense orgasm.

He smiles down at you, a slight dimple showing on the edge of his mouth. You can’t help but smile and admire him. “Did so good for me, pretty girl. So good,” he whispers, praising you as he gets lost in your eyes. “You’re really special, you know that?” he asks in a gentle lull.

You lay there in a daze, having trouble finding your words as you look at him as if he was the sun in the sky. Gorgeous and so radiant, blinding you with how bright he was shining now as his smile beams down at you. “You make me feel special,” you reply out, in a daze like stare.

He chuckles out a deep laugh as he gently kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you down there, baby,” he says as he grabs your hand, dragging his fingers away from you as he lets go slowly and steps toward the door. He opens it quietly, takes one more longing glance at you and then closes the door behind him. You hear his steps echo through the hallway, slowly fading away as he makes his way back to the kitchen.

You cover your face and groan into it. God, you like him so much. So fucking much. He’s perfect, absolutely perfect. You wait a couple of minutes before you crawl your way out of the bed, pulling on a clean pair of underwear and sliding your dress back over your head. You smooth it out in the full sized mirror and fix your fucked out hair, pulling the brush through it until it looks like you didnt just have sex. But you can smell it in the room. The stench of thick clouds of arousal, sweat, and Joel.

Fuck.

You spray a drop of vanilla sugar perfume on to try to cover it up, and that seems to do the trick. But you still smell him, still feel him all over you. He marked his scent on you, claiming you, asserting his hold on you. But you loved it, loved every bit of it.

After a few minutes of finally working up the nerve, you leave your room and head back down the stairs, entering the dining room again as you take your place next to Joel and sit down, pretending like you just didn’t have amazing sex.

“Feel better, honey?” your mom asks as she looks you over, not suspecting anything suspicious.

“Much better,” you confirm as you take a sip of your tea and set the glass down in front of you.

“Good, glad to hear it,” she smiles.

Joel puts his hand on your knee, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb as he soothes you. It’s affectionate and caring, one of your favorite things that he likes to do for you. He always shows you he cares. Always so gentle after sex, always wanting to wrap you up in his arms as he holds you after a hot session of cardio. He’s got a lot of soft spots for being so manly and tough. And you love to see it, that sweet, soft side of him. It’s your most favorite thing about him.

“Joel, you ready for some dessert? Claire made her famous cherry pie, and it’s to die for,” your dad says eagerly.

“Cherry pie huh? My favorite,” Joel groans out, his eyes shifting to you as a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He winks at you, and your cheeks go crimson as you get what he’s saying. He’s saying it’s his favorite because he’s referring to your pussy. That’s the cherry pie he’s really talking about. You shake your head at him and smile.

Joel Miller. The fucking menace that took over your life.

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Part 3

[princessbrunette]

okok so rafe wouldn’t be a line cook or anything persay, but i could d e f i n i t e l y see him as a boxer. big mean and scary boxer rafe who goes home with a busted lip and bruises forming on his abdomen to his little docile and pretty housewife reader. he gets his ass beat daily (more or less does the ass beating) to keep his pretty girl at home plump with a baby and one already on her hip, not having to worry her pretty little head about a damn thing

im feral. i am feral.

perfect way to work out his rage, aside from when he’s in your guts of course. reader is just too sweet, he doesn’t want her to come to any of his fights because he knows she’ll just get so upset and worried :( “dont you worry ‘bout all that baby. a girl like you shouldn’t be in there, too pretty for all that.” he drawls, and who are you to argue?

when he first started out he was fresh faced, floppy curtain bangs still hanging over his head, purely there to work out his rage in a ‘healthier’ way, coming home each week with a new black eye or busted lip. but soon the black eyes got less frequent, he got bigger, broader, shaved his head, started to look a whole lot more intimidating, more manly, and of course it just had you salivating.

it makes him good money, he brings in a big audience— known for his ruthless ways in the ring, and he spends almost every penny on you and the baby, whatever cute outfit you had your eye on or the best quality toys for your 6 month old baby. he gives you the world because you deserve it, sticking by him through everything, so soft and docile, patching him up after lost fights and then drooling on his cock to cheer him up, twisting both hands around him, telling him that he’s just so handsome and you missed him so much today.

he takes a month off from fighting, and you’re over the moon, assuming he just did it to heal up and look after himself, having made a fuck tonne of money and not having to fight for a bit. he was happy to spend more time with you and his little boy, but the truth was he got sanctioned by the fight organisers, pretty much forcing him out for a month as a punishment for not stopping beating on his opponent even when the ref told him to. he usually could get a handle on his anger, control himself and follow the rules — but his opponent had made some comment about his ‘pretty girlfriend’ before the fight, and well — he must have been some kind of masochist because rafe did not hold back.

despite being a little pissed at his punishment, he was happy to be home — spending his month off treating you, and fucking you into the bed remorselessly with all that extra energy he usually spent in the ring, making sure to fill you up with another baby, cumming inside you every single day until he was sure it took.

[chronicowboy]

guilty feet have no rhythm | 1k

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he felt like this. Happy, uncomplicated, free. The world is fuzzy, warm where it wraps around him, dips under his feet like it's making way for him. Everything is so easy tonight. And it's not just the alcohol, not the tequila running warm and smooth through his veins.

No, it had been so spectacularly easy before he'd even had a drink. He'd been easy and full of joy the moment Buck had showed up on his doorstep with two freshly dry cleaned suits that they'd destroyed within the first hour of the party. It had felt, for a moment, like the house had taken its first deep breath in weeks when Buck had stepped inside.

They're in the bathroom again. Eddie has lost count of how many times they've ventured to the toilets tonight. All that alcohol, wreaking havoc on bladders and hand-eye coordination and stomachs. This time, Buck's sleeve has been soaked through by tequila, and Eddie hadn't really had an excuse to follow him in here except the thought of peeling himself from Buck's side had sent a wave of wrong through him so powerful he'd thought he was about to throw up the steak dinner they'd sat down for before karaoke.

So, he follows Buck to the bathroom, falling back against the wall when Buck notices him there and smiles brighter than the neon paint on the walls. He watches Buck shove his sodden arm under the hand dryer, and the steady whine of it fills Eddie's brain with a static that leaves him defenceless.

"What does it feel like?" The words slip out the moment the dryer shuts off with a click.

"Warm, wet," Buck answers with a cute little twist to his eyebrows. He tilts his head to the side, looking every bit like the stray puppy on their street Eddie had fallen in love with when he was twelve and his dad had called Animal Control on. "Have you not... used a hand dryer before?"

"No, Buck," Eddie groans, tastes the name on his tongue like a burst of colour. Yellow like a sunflower, or golden like sunlight itself, or pink like a birthmark as familiar to him as breathing. "What does kissing a man feel like?"

"Oh!" Buck grins, bouncing on his feet a little. He almost topples over with the energy that fills him at the question, and Eddie curls his hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and hold him steady only because he doesn't feel so steady himself all of a sudden. Buck leans back against the wall opposite Eddie, getting a little lost in something Eddie can only imagine. "It's..." He sighs, long and dreamy. Eddie wants to catch it in his hands, press it to his chest, feel whatever certainty Buck is feeling now.

Certainty. The word lodges itself in Eddie's throat. That's it. That's what he's been missing. That's what's been making the world feel so... Uninhabitable recently. Eddie hasn't felt certain about anything since that solid weight had dropped through his chest at the graveyard. And even now he's still not certain what that weight was. But he'd been a hell of a lot more sure about that than he has been about anything with his girlfriend.

"It's... What?" Eddie prompts, suddenly, certainly desperate for the answer.

"Life-changing," Buck breathes, eyes the colour of an endless sky.

"How?"

"I don't know how to explain it." Buck shakes his head. "It's not really all that different except for all the ways it's different."

"Like what?" Eddie feels like a little kid, boundless in their curiosity, about to get an answer to a question they can barely comprehend.

"Like the stubble," Buck begins, eyes dropping to Eddie's jaw. "The tilting your head up instead of down, the hard chest against yours, the big hands on your waist." His voice turns dreamy, breathy. Eddie understands painfully, feels like he's just run a marathon. "But it's not really..."

"It's not really what?" It sounds like a plea in the muffled silence of the bathroom.

"It doesn't feel all that different when your eyes are closed, you know?" Except Eddie doesn't know. He doesn't know anything anymore. "But that empty space that's been inside you your whole life suddenly feels full."

"Oh." Eddie rubs a knuckle down his breastbone like he's trying to wake himself up with a sternal rub.

"You should try it, Eddie," Buck says then.

"What?"

The world disappears out from under his feet.

"You should kiss a man. It's—"

Eddie takes two steps and changes his life.

Eddie kisses Buck, and it's everything Buck had said. The delicious scratch of stubble, the slight upwards tilt of his head, the hard chest against his, the big hands around his waist, the filling up of that empty space. Except it's all that and more. It's Buck's stubble, it's Buck leaning down to breach that tiny gap between them despite the shocked noise that Eddie drinks from his mouth, it's Buck's firm chest under his hands and Buck's heartbeat pounding against his, it's Buck's calloused but endlessly gentle hands burning through his shirt just above his hips, it's the empty space in his chest not just filling up but overflowing with right right right —

Wrong.

The blast of the hand dryer rips them apart, and Eddie stumbles backwards, wild and free and oh-so-complicated. Every moment of his life before that kiss is rewritten into a writhing mass of wrong as everything else becomes entirely clear. For the first time in his life, Eddie is certain. Certain of two things: he never wants to kiss a woman again, he never wants to kiss anyone but Buck again.

"How was that?" Buck whispers, chest heaving despite the fact that it hadn't really been anything more than a brush of lips.

"Life-changing," Eddie croaks, the sound of it lost as Chim comes stumbling into the bathroom with a blast of Careless Whisper.

[eddieschains]

Dirty Little Secret

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head for literal months and i finally decided to write it so yay 🤭also this is barely proofread oops

Word Count: 1.7k

TW// 18+, masturbation (m and f receiving), sex toys, daddy kink, degradation, voyeurism, cum play, cum eating, let me know if i missed anything !!

You and Eddie didn’t keep secrets. At least that’s what he thought. You never kept anything big from him, just the little things that might’ve embarrassed you. There was really only one secret you kept from him, and that was your… collection. Your toy collection, that was. Of course you and Eddie had a healthy sex life, an abundant one at that. But, letting him know the things you do to yourself in your alone time? No way were you letting that cat out of the bag.

You kept them all hidden away in a little box in the back of your closet. A place Eddie would never think to look. Until today, that was. He had let himself in your house as he waited for you to get home from work. It was normal for both of you to let yourselves in each other's homes, even if the other one wasn’t there.

Eddie made himself at home in your bedroom, getting comfy on the mattress as he passed the time by writing out his next campaign. As time passes, the nighttime chill starts to creep in through the window. There’s still a couple more hours until you come home from work, so Eddie decides to look in the closet for an extra blanket to keep himself warm until you get home.

He gets up from his place on the bed, walking over to the closet to grab a blanket from the top shelf. As he grabs a hold of it, a little brown box nearly falls with it. He quickly catches it and goes to put it back before glancing inside. His eyes grow wide as they’re met with multiple little vibrators, and most importantly, a large pink dildo. It’s just about the same size as him, and had looked to be used quite recently.

“Dirty girl…” He whispers to himself as he adjusts himself in his jeans. The thought of you being so needy without him you just had to fuck yourself, had him hard as a rock already. He absentmindedly starts to palm himself through his jeans as he stares at the colorful toy, your arousal still lingering on the tip.

He unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following suit. He keeps the dildo tight in his hand as he spits in his other. He brings it down to his cock, twisting his hand around it to lube it up just the way he likes it.

He keeps his eyes on the not so little pink toy in his hand, imagining you spread wide on your bed burying it inside of your wet cunt as he quickly begins stroking his cock. He doesn’t take his time one bit, as he’s gotten himself so worked up just with his imagination his cock is nearly crying out to him to spew his hot cum all over his hand.

“Such a filthy fucking whore, aren’t you? Fucking yourself to the thought of me, hmm?” He whispers to himself, the wet shlick sound of his wet cock pumping into his hand filling his senses. It’s not long before he starts twitching in the palm of his hand. His legs begin shaking slightly as he speeds up, stroking his length and rubbing his palm around the tip once he reaches it.

He lets out a guttural moan with every stroke of his hand until he can’t take it anymore. He can’t find the strength to stand up anymore, so he falls back onto the mattress, pumping his cock at lightning speed while he holds the dildo in front of it.

He throws his head back as he loses control of his body, and is soon cumming all over the bed, coating the dildo with his seed as well. He keeps his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he catches his breath, still slowly stroking himself to milk his cock for all it’s worth. He was so focused on reaching his high that he didn’t even hear you come home.

You stand in the doorway of your bedroom in shock as you watch his chest heave up and down, before he finally opens his eyes and they land on you. He flinches slightly, not expecting you to be standing in front of him, before his face turns into a lustful smirk.

“There’s my dirty girl.” He says lowly, finally removing his hand from his cock. He notices your eyes are widened, and your mouth is agape, mortification spreading over your entire body. “Aw, is my pretty girl embarrassed? Embarrassed that daddy found your special toys? Embarrassed that now I know how fucking dirty you really are?”

Your mouth closes and opens quickly, wanting to speak up but not being able to find the words. Goosebumps rush across your arms as you stand still in utter shock. Eddie holds the dildo up, admiring the cum dripping down it as he brings his attention back to you.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and join daddy on the bed, huh?” He slams the mattress with his empty hand as you slowly walk to that side of the bed. “C’mon don’t be nervous, honey. You trust me, right?” You nod quickly, sitting on the bed next to him. You did trust him, that wasn’t the issue. You were just genuinely so embarrassed you barely knew what to do with yourself.

He places his hand on your thigh, hiking your dress up just enough to show the slightest bit of your flower print panties. “You know… thinking about you fucking yourself with this…” He flails the cum soaked dildo in front of you, some of his seed dripping on to your thigh. “I really think I need to see it in person. My imagination only does so much.” He smirks.

You feel yourself grow wetter with each touch of his hand and each word that comes out of his mouth. You squeeze your thighs together while keeping your eyes on his, earning a soft chuckle from him. He pulls your dress up higher and begins to ghost his fingers across your clothed pussy, making you shiver.

He rubs his fingers around your clit through your panties, groaning as he can feel your arousal seep through. He slides your underwear to the side, slipping a finger inside of you with ease as you let out a soft whimper. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin as he pumps his finger in and out of you, soon adding a second one with just as much ease as the first.

He continues fucking you with his fingers, keeping a quick yet steady pace. He moans into your neck while nibbling the skin in between his teeth, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “I think you know what I need you to do now.” He whispers, pulling your panties down your thighs as he taps the head of the plastic cock on your clit.

“Hmp, okay.” You grunt, keeping your eyes closed as you ride out the bliss from his previous attack with his fingers. You open your eyes once you come back to reality as he holds the dildo out for you. You hold it in your hand and rub it through your wet folds as Eddie watches.

You close your eyes once again, spreading your legs wider as you slowly begin to push the toy inside of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you insert more and more until it’s buried inside of your cunt. You close your walls around the toy, keeping it in place for a moment as you get used to the feeling.

Eddie places his hand on your thigh, rubbing softly while he moans as he watches you slip the dildo inside of yourself. Once you adjust to the feeling, you start pumping it in and out of you, your breathing getting heavier with each thrust.

“That’s it baby. Fuck my cum into you. Wanna see it drip down your pretty little legs.” Eddie coos, going back to kissing up and down your neck which only makes the pleasure intensify. You already feel yourself getting close after only a mere few minutes of fucking yourself. Eddie’s previous finger fucking probably helped with that.

You bring your spare hand down to rub your clit to speed up the process, making Eddie moan loudly in your ear. “God, you’re so fucking sexy you know that? Watching you fuck yourself full of my cum… jesus I could cum again just looking at it.” He bites down on your shoulder, making you moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“This… this is the craziest, fuck, craziest thing I’ve ever done.” You breathe out, throwing your head back as you speed up pumping yourself full of Eddie. He sucks on your skin harder as he can tell you’re getting close.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Let me see you cum for daddy.” He squeezes his hand tighter on your thigh. You look down to see his cum mixed with your own arousal dripping down on the mattress which is just enough to push you over the edge.

“Oh my- FUCK!” Your legs shake as you squeeze around the toy, moaning loudly with your head thrown back. You keep fucking yourself through your orgasm as Eddie attaches his lips to yours.

“That’s my girl. My dirty little girl.” He whispers into your mouth. You keep your eyes closed in bliss while you try to regulate your breathing. You slowly pull the dildo out of you and chuckle as you look at it covered in both of your guys’ cum.

“Uh, I’m gonna go clean this up.” You giggle as you move to get up from the bed. Eddie stops you and wraps his wrist around yours, taking the toy from your hand.

“I can do that for you.” He smirks as he wraps his mouth around the toy, sucking every last drop from it. “Mm, tastes good.” He smiles.

“Oh my- jesus christ, Eddie.” You scoff. “Who’s the dirty one now?” You playfully slap his chest and climb on top of him, attacking his face with kisses.

“Listen, you’re the one keeping all your little trinkets a secret from me. Which we will also have to use at some point.” He laughs, tickling your sides. He looks over to the spot on the bed covered in your arousal and smirks before looking back at you. “Now that, we will have to clean up.”

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Hand Necklace (1 of 4)

John "Soap" MacTavish x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: brief oral sex (female receiving), brief vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie / creampie eating, established relationship, homecoming sex, praise, safe choking, clit play

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Soap loves a good hand necklace when he hits it from the back.

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Melting. Missing pieces. Lost. Together again.

That is how it always is. That is how you and John greet and depart. Every interaction is a molten chamber of lovely reunion, repeated in various and indiscriminate lengths of time. When John is gone, you are a jumbled mess, slowing sinking into the earth until he finds his way home to you. And then it is blissful. Complete. You are whole and no longer seeking the person you need to fill the absence.

“Come here, love,” murmurs John, his head rising from between your legs. His lips are glossy, chin drenched and dripping with you. “On your knees for me.”

It is easy to comply, to fold yourself in whatever way he wants. It is good to do so. Natural. Nothing makes you happier.

John’s hands are gentle as you twist onto your hands and knees. When he comes home, John loves putting you in this position. It gives him control, to set the pace, to remind himself that you alone belong to him.

“That’s it,” he purrs, dragging his hands up and down the length of your back only to squeeze and massage your hips and ass. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

Arching your back, you roll your hips, silently inviting John to do what it is you’re both seeking. He groans from somewhere behind you, the bed shifting under your knees as John takes position.

One of his hands resting on the curve of your hip disappears, only for the fingers to slide over your pussy, parting you as they make a v before John’s penetrates you with a single finger. Your pussy clenches around him as he sinks in to the knuckle.

“Gorgeous,” he says, pumping that finger. There is a brief pause, and then his tongue briefly toys with your clit, circling it in quick bursts until you’re spasming around his finger.

“Ready to take my cock?” You nod frantically, toes curling as his tongue teases you again. “Want that pretty voice to tell me.”

“I—fuck. Need your cock. Need you inside me.” It is a whimper. A plead. One that John is happy to fulfill.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he replies softly. His hand falls away, the absence of his finger leaving you hollow. But it is a flash of a moment before the head of his cock presses against your entrance.

You’re needy. Greedy. And you push back on him as he shallowly thrusts forward. John’s chuckle is low in his throat. As you take more and more of him, his hands wander upward, sliding over hip and waist to the curve of your shoulder. It is where he always starts.

As John’s hands come to the base of your throat, he thrusts forward, impaling you entirely on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, as his fingers lightly tease your neck, promising what is to come. Using the leverage he already has, John’s hold is stable, pumping into you with steady strokes. It’s a perfect rhythm, one that keeps you full.

But it’s not enough, and John knows this because it’s not nearly enough for him either. There needs to be a bit of domination here, one that will readily be flipped later when you mount him for your own pleasure. Right now, you’re submitting, eager for him to fuck you senseless.

Fingers slide upward, and then both of his hands are around your neck. John’s fingers intertwine, locking into place. He’s not squeezing. John is good at handling his strength in this situation.

“You smack my leg if it gets too much, yeah?”

“I will.”

It is all the confirmation John needs. He has your consent, a thing he asks for every time he comes home and fucks you like this.

The hands around your throat tightens enough to make your heart race but not to obstruct your breathing. Your body begins to tingle, the primal urge of danger roiling up from the recesses of your brain. You sink into the feeling, allowing it to spread throughout, knowing the orgasm to follow will be blinding.

Using only your throat as leverage, John starts to fuck you in earnest. He keeps you in place, unable to move much as he snaps his hips against you, his cock hitting so deep you can feel him in your stomach. All the control you have is in your hands, and how harshly you grip the sheets beneath you.

The sound of your bodies coming together over and over against is loud in the room, nearly swallowing up John’s soft grunts and your breathy little moans. You adore it when John comes home and uses you like this. It is not just the act, but the reunion of your bodies that brings all your missing pieces back into place.

You are whole and full and brand new when you present yourself to him.

John’s hands tighten around your throat a bit more as his pace increases, quickly turning into frantic, frenzied thrusts as he chases his end. Your breathing isn’t restricted, but you feel lighter, your body buzzing from the sheer power behind John’s touch.

Balancing on one hand and planting your knees firmly into the bed, you reach between your legs to play with your clit. It doesn’t take much, just a few gentle circles, and you’re crying out, clenching hard around John.

He groans, then slams his hips flush against yours, keeping still as you ride out your orgasm.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, mostly to himself and not to you or anything in particular. It is a victory to make him uncontrollable, to lose himself in your body.

The moment your pussy gives John some grace, he goes in, fucking you until only the tips of your fingers brush the bedding. It is John keeping you up, and this is where you always float until he finishes. It is brief. Temporary. All pleasure.

And then John chokes on his own breath, emptying inside you with throaty gasps of air.

Time pauses. Stretches. John slowly eases from your pussy and the loss is awful. You want him back, to fill you up and never make you feel empty. Only one of his hands disappears from your throat. The other slides to the front, grabbing hold.

John’s fingers part your sex again, making that v. His cum blooms at your entrance, starts to drip to your clit.

“Gorgeous,” murmurs John. The praise is a bolt of electricity or a shot of oxytocin.

John’s mouth comes down on your pussy to suck his cum out. The suction makes your thighs quiver, and then John is pulling away, using his hand on your throat to bend you back enough to look at him.

No words need to be said. You open your mouth obediently and John connects to you, pushing all the cum past your lips and down your throat. Greedily, you swallow it up, tasting the mix of you and him.

Melted. Reformed. Together again.

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

Part 9

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

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A/n: I'm back with another long chapter, grab a snack and a warm blanket and your headphones 🎧 . This story is ticking closer to its ending, i hope you enjoy this part as well 💖.

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Fuming with anger, his chest tightening. You and Nanami hadn’t notice him but he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t bear to linger in your and Nanami’s presence a moment longer or he might not be able to control his shit. Hurriedly, he made his way through the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom, his steps heavy with frustration.

Once inside the bathroom, Gojo leaned over the sink, aggressively splashing cold water on his face attempting to repress the rising tide of his emotions. As the water flown on his face and chest, closing his eyes for the cold sensation to take him, your smile whenever you talked to your students, your laugh whenever Yuuji cracked a joke, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you explained new techniques and moves to your class, the hair strands falling on your face while you slept peacefully. But alongside those beautiful memories lingered the image of you and Nanami a few moments ago, your face inches away from each other as if you were gonna kiss, the way Nanami treated you with gentleness, with love and respect as if he’s your husband and not Gojo. A pang of envy ate him up from the inside. Also remembering how you and Nanami were so casually discussing how he had to kill his only bestfriend, it was too much to handle in only one night.

Clenching his fists, with a sudden burst of emotions, he slammed his hand against the wall, inches away from the mirror. The sharp sting of pain momentarily distracted him from his thoughts.

Alone, looking at his reflection in the mirror, struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions that swirled within him.

“No it can’t be! I’m not jealous! I hate her…”

Longing, jealousy, deep-seated sense of inadequacy and emptiness. Being the strongest comes with a high cost; being lonely.

With a deep breath, after composing himself in the bathroom, Satoru splashed his face once more with water before turning to leave. As he exited, his mind still racing, he bumped into someone,

“Gojo? What a surprise!”

“Mei Mei?”

She stood before him with a sly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned his face. Trying her best to catch his attention with the lingerie she was wearing, seductively touching her neck.

“Couldn’t sleep Gojo?”

“Nah, just used the bathroom and now going back to my room”

“Why the rush? Fancy the change of scenery? I’m sure you’re sick of seeing Y/n beside you for the whole night?”

“Nah I’m good-” he replied coldly,

 he knew what she’s attempting to do, he’s aware of her feelings towards him but he clearly rejected them a long time ago but she doesn’t seem to get it, especially that it’s his fault to give her a chance to get close to him just to annoy Y/n. And now he regrets it.

But she was persistent, not planning to let go of him. As he walked pass her, she grabbed his arm and spoke,

“Come on Gojo, I thought we’re on the same team! Maybe I can distract you from what’s on your mind right now.. or Y/n is allowed to have fun with Nanami and you’re not ? let’s talk privately in my room, maybe I can help? We’re friends after all, aren’t we?” she smirked.

The thought of Y/n and Nanami together made his blood boil again, completely blinded by anger.

“Okay then, lead the way” he relented,

He knows that probably Nanami and his wife are not like what they seem, but his narcissism told him that he needs to take revenge. If his wife spends time with another man, he’ll spend time with another woman. Even though he’s the one who started this cycle in the first place. He knows its wrong, he can’t even stand Mei Mei, but for his own pride, he had to do it, even though you wouldn’t even see him with her but at least in front of himself. He wasn’t planning to do anything with Mei Mei, he was just there.

“Come in, so do you wanna drink something?”

“I’m good”

“Why do you keep pushing me away, I’m trying to help you know” she said taking off the part of the lingerie that was covering her shoulders. Now completely exposed, only in her laced silky lingerie as she took a seat on her bed.

Gojo sighed, knowing her intentions and the game she was playing. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“You said you wanted to talk.. Go ahead”

“I see you’re rushing! Don’t tell me you already miss sleeping beside your wife, or let me guess! She’s not even there cuz she’s having a date with Nanami?”

“Mei Mei shut up” he said calmly.

“Why? Did it trigger you? Don’t tell me you caught feelings while she’s completely ignoring you for another man… I guess your plan to offend her didn’t work Gojo but rather made her happy to find Nanami”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP” he yelled,

“NO I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP, I’M NOT GONNA GIVE UP AND LET YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER”

“Do you hear yourself? What love are you talking about?”

“I know you have feeling s for Y/n Gojo! But as long as I’m in your life, I wouldn’t allow it to happen..” she paused crawling closer to him as he sat on the bed egde “You deserve someone like me Gojo, why can’t you give me a chance? Divorce with her!! Why would you wait for her curse to break, you know she’s useless either way”

“I won’t divorce her. I won’t give you a chance Mei Mei”

“You sure about that? Look at me, I have everything she doesn’t. You can do whatever you want with me, I offer you my body for tonight and for every night Gojo”

“NO! can’t you see that I don’t want you Mei Mei.. I’m not interested in touching you”

“I was the one who helped you Gojo to offend her and make her life a living hell, is this how you thank me by rejecting me?”

“I paid you for it, you’ve got the money what do you want more?”

“YOU! I LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU” she yelled, her hands reaching his private part to touch it but he slapped them away.

Without saying anything he walked towards the door to leave her room. He walked outside, but she followed him,

“Not so fast, you can’t just leave me like that-” she exclaimed desperately.

She grabbed his face and attempted to kiss him but before he could push her away, a voice spoke behind him,

“Satoru?” you said, your eyes widening.

You caught them in a very wrong time, Mei Mei was basically half naked, only in her laced lingerie that exposed her chest and barely covered her thighs and Gojo shirtless while their faces were close to each other and in front of her room. You couldn’t help but think that both of them half naked, did something very intimate; sex.

“Cheater” you mumbled and started walking away,

“Y/n wait” said Nanami, but you were already gone.

Gojo heart sank at your sight, your expressions a mixture of shock and betrayal. He watched helplessly as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. It’s true he wanted revenge from the very beginning; he’s the one who asked for Mei Mei’s help. If he got caught in this situation at the beginning of your marriage he would be happiest but now? It made him more frustrated. He wanted to immediately run behind you, but he stopped himself. Why would he if both of you hate each other? You were with Nanami as well,  but he knew it wasn’t the same case. Mei Mei told you a lot of false information about her and Gojo being together and hooking up so seeing them both half naked could only mean one thing to you, that he fucked her and cheated on you.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath.

Mei Mei smirked, seeing you like that made her happy and satisfied. Gojo rounded on her, his eyes narrowing with anger.

“You’re pathetic Mei Mei…. You’re living a false fantasy in your head and I pity you” he spat

“Aren’t you the same with Y/n? Living in your daydream about being with her while she’s out there with your colleague?” she spoke offensively.

His hands clenched into fists, his chest heavy with pent-up emotions. He was completely lost, he couldn’t understand why he felt his way, why it bothered him so much that he got caught. You were going to divorce anyway right? The realization of the consequences of his own actions hit him like a ton of bricks, but he can’t blame Mei Mei, the only one to blame is himself, he knew Mei Mei’s intentions from the beginning but he followed along, driven by his narcissism and ego, and now he’s silently paying for it.

“I don’t love you Mei Mei get that through your head, you took your money, now leave me alone-”

“You’ll regret that Gojo, you’ll regret breaking my heart”

“If there’s something to regret, is regretting involving you in the first place” he said through gritted teeth and then left.

“Don’t follow her Gojo, she clearly doesn’t wanna talk to you and she needs time now” said Nanami as Gojo walked past him.

“This will be my last warning Nanamin, stay away from my wife!” he threatened pointing his index finger at him.

“You dare to call her wife after cheating on her, your arrogance will end you someday Gojo Satoru”

“I. Didn’t. Cheat. On. Her”

“That’s not what it looks like…but you fucked up real bad”

“Mind your business” spat Satoru then left the his room.

….

You hesitated to knock on the door but you did eventually. Ain’t no way you’re spending the night with Gojo, you felt disgusted, and your heart was aching so much. Why would it hurt like this? Why would it affect you so much? You felt your inside organs sinking, as if someone got your heart in their hands and started squeezing it tightly making it bleed. Even though you were with Nanami, but both of you were respectful and didn’t cross the boundaries and most of all, fully dressed. Always eminding yourself that you’re a married woman and even if you don’t respect Gojo you still respect yourself and the others around you.  

“Y/n – sensei? Is everything okay?” said Maki as she opened the door.

Summoning your courage, you mustered the strength to voice your request,

“Could..could I spend the night here?” you asked.

“Of course sensei, come in please!”

Despite her sharp personality, Maki was always sweet and understanding towards you. She respects you a lot and over time both of you developed a good friendship even though she’s you’re student. She as well can’t stand Mei Mei and Satoru, so she knows well your struggle.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly,

“Mhm” you nodded

“You know if you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears!”

“You’re so sweet Maki! But I’m fine don’t worry I just don’t wanna spend the night with Satoru, you already know, haha the whole school knows that our marriage is fake so it’s kinda hard for both of us to share the room” you said trying to hide the truth that you actually caught your husband half naked with another woman.

“Is it Mei Mei? I know she always causes problems”

“Nah it has nothing to do with her” you reassured “Go back to sleep Maki, you have a long day tomorrow”

Maki moved a bit, giving you some space to lay there.

“Make yourself comfortable”  she smiled, giving you an extra blanket.

Anytime you closed your eyes, the sight of both of them creeped up in your mind, your eyes getting wet , you didn’t notice until that one single drop of tear fell on the pillow.

“No it can’t be…I hate him so much” you thought to yourself, trying to ease the heaviness you felt in your heart.

Finally, the sun rose. Announcing a new day. While Maki was asleep at night, you had a full conversation with yourself, giving yourself “the talk”. Convincing yourself that once you divorce him, things will get better and maybe you’ll meet the love of your life when you’re finally free from your curse and from him.

You headed to the common room with Maki to have breakfast, being with her while chatting about random things made your start of the day a lot better, you knew you’d find him there but you weren’t sure how to face him or repress that uncontrollable sting you felt. But your approach was to pretend, pretend as if you didn’t care, as if what happened yesterday was just a bad dream. You took a seat next to Nanami and Megumi and started munching on your food. Completely ignoring Gojo’s sad eyes that were looking your way and Mei Mei’s smirk that was directed to you. You actd as if both of them weren’t there. You enjoyed your breakfast, chitchatting with Nanami, he was as equally confused as Gojo. Didn’t you get pissed yesterday, how did you control your emotions in one night, how strong could you be. But Nanami was happy that you were doing alright, a cheater is definitely not worthy of your tears. Gojo tightened his grip around his cup, excusing himself from the table, barely finishing his food.

You spent your day teaching as usual, but having extra fun and laughing extra hard. To others it seemed real but inside it was nothing but a pretend. Laughing to not give a chance to your sorrow to take over you. Laughing and being a social butterfly, joking around with your students just to hide how empty you were feeling from the inside. The void inside of you got more bigger, and it requires more efforts to conceal it. You’ve got this, you’ve been dealing with emptiness and disappointment since a very young age, but as you got older you learned how to hide it but let it break you when you’re completely alone.

You watched as your students were gathered in the school field, chatting and having fun, a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth, having friends and enjoying your teenage years is something you never experienced but it made you happy to see others enjoy it; cousins and siblings, sharing inside jokes and discussing events that happened at school , gossiping about teachers while you sat in a corner, forced by your parents to sit with them, just so you don’t lose your social skills of being at home for your whole life. Funny how they were scared that you might lose your social skills while you already lost yourself.

And now it’s repeating itself, you’re watching your students laugh together and enjoy their time. But it’s never too late to have. You walked towards them, yes, you’ll join them and act as if you were a student, for once you wanted to experience that.

“Hey guys, watcha doing?” you said with a smile.

“Oh Sensei! We were just having fun” exclaimed Yuuji excitedly,

“Oh , mind if I join?” you asked

“You’re always welcome in the friend group sensei” said Nobara

You sat with them, joining in the fun, carrying the conversation with them. Maybe you had nothing positive out of this new life, out of this marriage but at least now you have friends; Nanami, Maki, Yujii and the other students. Funny how these young students are way mature and respectful than Gojo and Mei Mei. Proof that power isn’t everything if you can’t be a decent human being.

As you were laughing at one of Panda’s jokes, you were taken aback from a deep voice that filled the space and got you al mute instantly.

“You brats are so loud, wonder how Y/N is bearing you”

You kept looking for the voice, when Yuji slapped his face.

“Eeh apologies sensei, he likes to intervene in the most unexpected times”

“Huh?” you looked at Yuuji and you saw a mouth popping up on his cheek.

“What is that?” you asked again

“That? Tch I’m Ryomen Sukuna the king of curses”

It was the first time you see him, or only his mouth. You knew Yuuji was the vessel but you didn’t know that he could show up like that. Suddenly, tattoos started appearing on Yuuji’s face.

“Oh this can’t be any good” muttered Megumi.

You looked in disbelief, the jujutsu world is full of surprises. Scary but interesting.

“Now kids excuse us, I need to talk with Y/N alone” said Sukuna making you furrow your brows.

All of them stood their ground, ready to exorcise him if he ever touched you. You heart warmed at how they were considerate and protective over you but it made you feel weak. A teacher is the one supposed to protect the studenst and not opposite.

“I won’t let you hurt Y/n-sensei” said Megumi

“That’s okay guys! I’ll be fine” you smiled towards them “Go back to your classes, I’ll join you later”

Well you weren’t sure if you’ll join them later or not, given that Ryomen Sukuna is standing in front of you and he could snap you in half before even trying to take your last breath. But you wanted to face a real danger, you’ve never seen a curse and you had the honor to see the king of curses.

Sukuna looked at you with his red eyes and a playful smirk drawn on his face.

“So you’re the rumored to surpass me?” he started

“E-excuse me?” you said in confusion, how would you surpass the king of curses.

“Oh yeah I remember, they’re hiding a lot of things from you, a lot of information from you….but I’m not one to spoil the fun but rather run with the flow if I like it of course…so imma just say, I can’t wait for you curse to break.”

“What are you talking about? What info? And why would you wait for my curse to break?”

“To finally have the legendary duel that everyone is waiting for, including your husband”

You froze in place, as fear crept into your bones like a chill.

“There must be a mistake, what duel? I’m not even a sorcerer”

“You will be! You don’t know your potential yet, surprised that that brat Gojo Satoru hasn’t told you, he likes to spoil everything”

“So is this an indirect way to say that you can’t wait to kill me?”

“Something like that yeah”

“oh wow wonderful” you chuckled nervously, as your hands started sweating.

What a way to finish your day, by getting threatened by the king of curses himself.

As you were talking, Mei Mei interrupted you. You rolled your eyes, being threatened by Sukuna is way better than seeing her face. But you had to act cool.

“Oh look who’s here” she begun “The famous Ryomen Sukuna”

“Isn’t she scared that he might kill her?” you thought to yourself.

“I’m having a private conversation so get out of here” he spat ruthlessly

“Oh don’t worry, I have no intention in fighting you Sukuna just wanted to check up on my friend”

“Talking as if you stand a chance against me in a fight, so don’t make me say it again, piss off NOW”

“Alright, but I see that Y/n is having fun, surrounding yourself by men! Married to Gojo, hooking up with Nanami and now hitting on Ryomen Sukuna… not only a gold and power digger but also a curse digger…. Now I see why Gojo chose me- because you’re a slut”

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slapped her as hard as you could, you hand connected with her cheek in a sharp crack. The force of the slap sent a shockwave through Mei Mei’s body, her head snapping to the side with the impact. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she registered the sting of pain radiating from her cheek, a burning sensation that pulsed with each rapid heartbeat. As she found your eyes, she was met with a fury gaze that burned holes through her. She’s been provoking you and pushing you to the brink for days now, and you finally snapped.

Sukuna watched with amusement, you didn’t disappoint even though you’ve got 0 cursed energy. He knew you were different from the day you succeeded in landing a punch on the famous Gojo Satoru, he’s formidable enemy. But know he’s no longer interested in Gojo, his new target is you.

Mei Mei took a step closer to you but Sukuna stood in front of you,

“You dare to lay a finger on her and I’ll chop you into pieces” he threatened, his red eyes glowing .

“I know you won’t, you have a pact with Yuji and you can’t break it”

“Who said I can’t? know your place fool, I’m the king of curses”

“Ahh” she laughed in disbelief.

“Are you thick in the head or what? I SAID PISS OFF BITCH”

Mei Mei left both of you alone, walking away like a loser she is. You looked at Sukuna, he was threatening you a few minutes ago and now defending you?

“Why’d you do that? Defend me? I thought you wanted to kill me?”

“Because you’re reserved for me, no one can harm my future opponent, gotta keep you safe fpr now so I can enjoy fighting you later” he smirked.

You glared at him,

“So I’m supposed to thank you?”

“Nah you’re supposed to find out why your curse didn’t break yet, aren’t you curious?”

You were indeed curious but you had nothing you could do except waiting, you married Satoru and that’s the ultimate thing you could do. After making your vows that bond was automatically created, you knew breaking the curse takes time, but it took longer than you expected, but what can you do except waiting? So you avoided it and just let this invisible bond do its thing. Now after meeting Sukuna you were questioning if you truly wanted to become a sorcerer, since you’ll probably get killed by him.

“I’m not” you simply said and left.

“We’ll meet again Y/n, so better count your days” he teased, his devilish laughed echoeing in your ears.

…..

“Sensei are you alright?” asked Maki

“Yeah I’m fine, just had a small talk with Sukuna” you reassured them

“SENSEI” yelled Yuuji as he ran towards you.

“Yuuji-kun?”

“I’m sorry Sensei I couldn’t stop him from swapping…I’m sorry if he scared you” explained Yuuji with an apologetic expression, as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Aw, you’re the sweetest Yuuji! But no need to worry about me, I’m really fine” you smiledwidely, patting his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay!”

“Now go on to your dorms, it’s getting late”

….

You closed your room’s door, taking a heavy breath as you started changing into your pyjamas,

“And I thought my life wouldn’t get any worse”

Settling on your bed, you didn’t want to spend the night with Satoru but you had no option. You can’t spend the rest of your life in Maki’s room. As you were trying to calm yourself down from the storm that raged inside you, your stomach twisting, expecting Gojo to show up at any given moment, you grabbed your book, flipping the pages. You couldn’t concentrate or keep your focus on anything, your thoughts scrambled, too many threats, too many problems and it was already a success that you didn’t lose your shit yet. Trying your best to stay composed and to not go completely crazy on anyone who tries to talk to you.

As your eyes focused on the page in front you, words not making any sense, the door creaked open, shattering your desperate attempt of having a peaceful night. Your heart leaped into your throat, you knew he’ll join you eventually, but forseeing it didn’t make you any prepared. A wave of panic washed over you, feeling as if you were going to puke from how anxious you were. You averted your gaze back to your book, avoiding him even though you felt his eyes boring into you. You didn’t know the reason behind his intense looks and you weren’t ready to find out as well. Your jaw clenched tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check, your silence already spoke volumes.

He grabbed a t-shirt and one of his sweatpants from his wardrobe and started changing, you weren’t phased by him changing in front of you, you were actually ignoring his existence. He knew you were done with him when you didn’t yell at him for changing in front of you, for not even being bothered by his appearance. You were boiling inside, but you kept a poker face. And it broke him into pieces, it have made him loads better if you screamed and yelled at him, if you voiced your anger like you usually do, but your silence scared him for the very first time and he thought it was the end.

He joined you in bed. By his body language you could tell he was preparing to say something. He cleared his throat, hesitant to say anything, but he had to keep that cool and confident image.

“Hey about last night, just so you know I didn’t cheat on you- it’s not like what it seemed, we di-”

“I don’t wanna hear anything, I don’t wanna even hear your voice Satoru” you said coldly

“I’m not dying to express myself but I don’t like it when someone msiun-”

“THEN SHUT UP” you snapped out of frustration

“W-what?”

“Idon’t wanna hear any more lies Satoru, you can fuck her as much as you want you, it’s not phasing me at all”

“Then why did it bother you like that to the point that ran away-”

“Because I’m disgusted of you” you said through gritted teeth throwing away your book on the floor

He didn’t say anything, but looked at you with wide eyes as you threw a tantrum.

“Why’d you insist that I’m a cheater huh? Because I’m not! She pushed herself on me! It was just a wrong timing”

“I.Don’t.Care!” you said as you left the bed

“Yeah clearly, you don’t care about anyone except yourself” now he started attacking you,

“WHAT?”

He took a step closer to you, his hand grabbing your wrist forcefully, pulling you towards him,

“I said you only care about yourself! You see what you want to see, you understand what you want to understand, you don’t even try to connect with people on a deeper level because you’re empty and you hate it, because you know once they get to know you they’ll find nothing from the inside”

He did strike a sensitive nerve, and hit a sensitive spot in you, using your trauma against you is a terrible thing to do, such a cowardice. It’s like voicing his own trauma but using it to insult you.

“You don’t have any right to say this, you don’t even know me!”

“And you don’t have any right to call me a cheater, you don’t even know me!”

“All I know is that you’re broken, alone and desperate…hiding behind power but the night exposes you, you nightmares humble you-”

“If you say any other word, you’ll regret it Y/N”

“Yeah threaten me all you like, I’m going to die anyway” you said the last sentence as a whisper but he heard it.

It pissed him off, how you caught all vulnerable, he hated to admit how his nightmares scared him, how they haunted him for years but you simply used them against him. He took a step closer to you,

“I pity you Y/n, you dare to speak nonsense because your entire life is nonsense itself.. Yeah that must be hard for you, being ignored by your parents and family, of course you’d grow up to become a disappointment, a failure. You failed your family and now you’re failing everyone around you in Jujutsu high..” he spoke,

His words like daggers that were thrown directly at your chest, you wanted to fight him back but deep down you knew every word he said was true. Your family didn’t even call to check up on you since the day you got married, as if you were a burden and finally got rid of it. They didn’t even believe that your curse would break, they had a bit of hope that Gojo would do something but definitely not you. 

You stared at him, with a smile that hid your sadness , you grabbed your jacket, and left. Closing the door behind you. He didn’t mean any word he said, he was just driven by jealousy, and you saying that him and Mei Mei didn’t bother you drove him crazy, making him think that you don’t have any feelings towards him and that you want Nanami instead.

*Timeskip to the morning*

As the morning light filtered through the big window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, Gojo took his seat, ignoring Mei Mei who was trying hard to get his attention. As the minutes ticked by, your absence became increasingly conspicuous, concerned whispers filled the room.

“Where’s your wife?” asked principal Yaga

Satoru’s brow furrowed in confusion,

“I thought she was here…maybe she’s in the bathroom or something” he replied, shoving food inside his mouth.

“I was in the bathroom, and she wasn’t there” said Maki

A sense of panic rippled through the group, Nanami quickly stood up from his chair and started searching in the whole school, but you were nowhere to be found. Followed by your students, principal Yaga and now Gojo whose heart started pounding as he looked for you everywhere. Only Mei Mei calmly sitting still, enjoying her food.

Once again gathered in the common room, after their failed attempt to find you, they called you multiple times but failed to reach you.

“Did something happened between you two?” asked Principal Yaga, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Satoru swallowed hard, the weight of his guilt settling heavily upon his shoulders,

“We-we had an argument last night….” He admitted “she left the room and I thought she was just going to the balcony or something…I didn’t realize she had left”

“SHE WAS YOUR FUCKING RESPONSIBILTY SATORU!!” yelled Yaga sensei

“Sensei I truly didn’t know!”

“You know that there’s a murderer on the loose that’s targeting her and you didn’t care ..”

“Wait what?” asked the students in union since they didn’t know about Toji’s plan to murder you.

“Instead of protecting her what the fuck where you doing?” asker principal Yaga once again

“He was with me!” said Mei Mei taking the last bite of her toast “Gojo was with me” she repeated

“If you dare to throw any other lie Mei Mei I swear to God I’ll kill you” threatened Gojo walking towards her but Nanami stopped him.

“Don’t blame others for your own mistakes Gojo “ she said offensively

As they were fighting, trying to have a plan on how to find you, Gojo received a text on his phone, that got his eyes widen in fear,

[Gojo Satoru, I wanted to inform you that your wife is with me, I don’t think you care that much , but so you can save yourself and energy from the hassle of searching that the higher ups would put you through – Toji Fushiguro]

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Guys, here we are - my first try at VOX x Reader! ;> Who knew we would be here one day? And it's all thanks to @macabr3-barbi3, for whom this bribe was intended, but we'll graciously share it with you ;> Don't worry though - I am a Deer Girl through and through. Just with a side of TV Slut now (once in a while)

Vox x Reader : Hatefuck prompt - 18+ - Minors DNI!

Pretty Desperate

"Sir, your 6 o'clock is here."

"She can fucking wait, I need another five."

Vox rubbed at his temples, staring down at the monitor in front of him as Papermint quickly retreated from the control room, the clipboard the little shit always carried clutched in front of his chest. He had dreaded this particular meeting the whole day.

Alastor's bitch, the little assistant he had hired not a month before had been nothing but trouble. And if Vox was honest, not only to him, but also to Alastor himself. The Radio Demon had been completely clueless to the goddamn puppy crush the assistant had on him.

It made Vox sick.

Little Miss Nobody wasn't even that hot! Just an average looking demon. A bit short, not really muscular, no wings, no tail, no tits, nothing special, except for a pair of twisted horns and a somewhat nice ass. Following Alastor around like a lost dog, carrying his coat, running errands for him, all the while fluttering her lashes and smiling coyly at him, thinking nobody noticed.

Except Vox did. He fucking noticed, and he wanted to throw up.

He could understand, honestly, why the assistant had the hots for Al. His friend was charming, had a killer body, and his voice was a goddamn treat to listen to, especially when he got all excited and happy about something. His laugh was loud, a tad maniacal, and it always made Vox shiver to his bones.

But the problem was, the feeling wasn't mutual. Alastor wasn't into his assistant. Didn't have the hots for her, and wouldn't want to get between her thighs even if she shoved his microphone in her cunt. Al had never even touched her, or anyone else for that matter. Vox knew that, from first hand experience, and still he hated this bitch. He hated how she thought she had any chance with Alastor. And he hated her because he didn't have a chance with Alastor either.

Not that it was her fault per se, but still. She had some audacity, to even think to have a chance when Vox hadn't even gotten past a fucking friendly pat on the shoulder yet.

"Fuck!"

Papermint flinched, and Vox felt his lips twitch, the little shit had entered again without him noticing.

"Mr. Vox, your-"

"Yeah yeah, I know, send her in. And get me a drink, and make it a strong one."

He nodded, hurrying to get the requested drink before opening the door to let Alastor's assistant inside. She had a stack of folders under her arm, and a nervous look on her face. She had a thing against the Vee's, especially him, and it made him want to strangle her, even though he knew that his overall appearance, the sharp angles of his screened head and the cold look he always gave her was most likely the reason for her nervousness.

"Mr. Vox-"

"No small talk, get to the point. I'm sure Alastor wouldn't have sent you here if it wasn't something urgent."

"O-oh, of course. There was a... situation, I was instructed to deliver these to you, while Mr. Alastor has gone to check it out."

"And he didn't bother calling?"

"It was quite sudden, and he wasn't sure if you would answer your landline."

Vox grunted, Alastor's refusal for any modern technology past fucking landlines and telegrams was getting on his last nerves more and more, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he wanted to live in the stone age, that was his business.

"Hand those over and get out.”

"I'm afraid I was instructed to stay until you've taken care of them."

"As fucking usual."

He knew for a fact that Alastor sent her here only to annoy him. Those papers didn't need checking, Vox would only look over them and stamp a little print on the front saying 'Approved', and they were done. But his friend loved to tease him, and ever since Vox had voiced his dislike against his assistant, Alastor had gotten a certain morbid joy out of pushing him to work together with her.

"Yes, fuck, whatever. Let's get this shit over with. Come in, and shut the door behind you."

At least she kept her mouth shut while he skimmed over the content of said papers, drinking from the tumbler filled with what tasted like Gin. For once she wasn't being annoying, and she didn't stare at him defiantly the way she usually did. She looked defeated in a way, the usual sass in her stance missing as she waited, silently and unmoving next to him, hands folded tightly in front of her. Odd.

"What's the matter, dollface? Alastor finally told you he'll never fuck you?", he smirked, turning a page and scribbling his signature at the bottom of the page.

He heard a quiet, shaking breath, and for the first time since she entered the room, he looked directly at her.

Her eyes were burning red, and Vox hadn't realized she had been crying, but she clearly was. Silent, thick tears escaped her eyes, running slowly down her cheeks, leaving trails where her finger wiped them off hastily.

"Oh, seems like I've hit the bull's eye. Fuck, doll, stop crying, I get that he rejected you, but that's just pathetic."

"Leave me alone. What does it matter to you anyway?", she whispered, more tears running down her face.

"Like I care, you'll run back to Al with your little tears and tell him how much you're pining for him, how desperate you are. Maybe that's a bit of his kink and he'll actually consider it, who knows. You might get a pity-fuck with one of his voodoo-minions at the end, is that what you want?"

He expected her to respond, expected her to either throw something at him or slap his stupid grin off his screen. He certainly hadn't expected what happened. She sobbed and slapped a hand across her own face, silencing the heart-wrenching noise she emitted. But Vox had to watch how her whole expression just crumbled, he watched her face turn red, and how she wiped over her face furiously, swiping away more tears that were still coming.

For a few moments, Vox sat frozen in his chair, unable to process the situation. The paper in his hand was crumpled in his grip. It wasn't a little crush, that was painfully obvious. Fuck, what was her name again? Did she like Alastor for real?

"Alright, shit. You, uh... sit down."

He pushed another chair forward with his foot.

"Wh-why would I..."

"Because you don't really look stable on your fucking legs, and I hate this bullshit already, so come over here, take a fucking seat and pull yourself together."

She made a face, sniffling pitifully before crossing the short distance towards the chair.

"How long?"

She bit her lip, a bitter laugh escaping her as she sat down.

"Ever since I've started working for him."

"Oh wow, that must be so hard on you, sweetheart." Vox voice dripped of sarcasm. He leaned over to her, shoving his half-full glass of gin in her direction with a scrutinizing smile. "Try seven decades, then we can talk."

For the first time her lips turned upwards, not quite a smile, but the scowl wasn't there anymore.

"You're no better off than me."

He scoffed in response, filling the tumbler back up to the brim. She took it carefully, taking a few sips from the translucent liquid. Vox eyed her for a moment, wondering if she would spit it back out. Okay, she wasn't that ugly. Her lips were nice and puffy, pink, a color not that usual in hell, almost human-like.

"Maybe not, but at least I have the decency to not follow him around like a lost dog. That's just sad."

"You're one to judge."

Vox laughed a humorless laugh. "Oh-ho. Have we found our backbone, doll? I actually hate you a little less like this. It gets boring, the whole spiel with the kiss-ups constantly trying to lick Alastor's boots... or anything else."

"He never notices anyway."

"Nope. Doesn't notice shit.", Vox takes the glass from her and empties it in one big gulp.

"And still you hate me."

"Of course I fucking hate you."

"Why? Because you want him for yourself? Because you can't stand it that someone else wants him? That I want him?"

Vox snorted, the sound a bit static-y, and she flinched.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, I don't give a fuck about what you want. He doesn't give half a shit about you. He doesn't want you - End of the story. But if he did, he'd deserve much better than you. You're a whiny little bitch, you follow him like a kicked puppy, and you're a fucking annoyance. Al can do better than that."

Her wet eyes burned with fury. Huh. The bitch had a little bite in her after all, good to know.

"Fuck you, you're no better. You're an arrogant, narcissistic, stuck-up prick, you think everyone loves you and worships the ground you're walking on, you act all high and mighty, you're a bully, a control freak and a manipulative asshole."

He had to admit, she hit a few bullet points herself. But that didn't mean he liked her. He stood up, taking a step towards her. Her face was tinted red, anger clear in her round face. Now that was something he could work with.

"At least I don't cry about it like a pathetic little loser."

She was crying again, angry tears this time, her eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on her lips. Fucking perfect.

"I fucking hate you, too."

"Good."

Vox leaned over her, gripping her chin harshly. She flinched, and a new tear rolled down her cheek, falling on her blouse and wetting the dark fabric. She was trembling, but she wasn't moving away from him. He smirked, his hand wandering up, fingers digging into her cheeks painfully, and then his lips were on hers, hard and rough. She tasted salty from her tears, but there was a certain sweetness, a bittersweet note of her own, and the faint taste of gin. She made a small, protesting noise, but her hand gripped his arm, holding onto him tightly.

He broke the kiss, staring down at her, her lips swollen and reddened, her cheeks flushed and stained with tear marks, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Get on the desk."

He grabbed her and picked her up easily, setting her down on the large table. He grabbed her chin again, and she glared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, but a deviant smile on her face.

"Fuck you."

He smirked.

"Exactly."

The blouse tore like paper when he ripped it open. Her tits were actually nice, not as big as he was used to, but round and perky. She was panting heavily, and he had a feeling she hadn't expected this turn of events. Well, neither had he, but right now, Vox couldn't care less. All he cared about was his rage-filled desire to fuck this shitty feeling out of his system and the invitingly wet stain on her panties as he shoved her pencil skirt up her thighs, the way she squirmed and arched her back slightly, silently begging him to touch her. He leaned over her, capturing her mouth again, and he couldn't help the smirk at the way she kissed him back, a tad aggressive and demanding. His fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric, rubbing her clit lightly. She moaned quietly, breaking the kiss. Vox didn't waste a second, pushing a finger inside her.

She was hot and slick, and she was fucking tight. Vox groaned, and she whimpered, a high-pitched noise that went straight to his groin.

"Look at you, so wet already. What would Alastor say if he saw you like this, moaning like a cheap slut for another guy?"

He grinned, thrusting the finger harder and adding a second. She was almost dripping, the noises his fingers made were obscene, and it was fucking hot.

"He'd scold me for downgrading myself to someone like you."

Vox laughed as he added a third finger, bending them skillfully to hit just the right spot. "Oh please, you're a mess, doll. Your cunt is dripping, and you're trembling. And still you're trying to be a snarky little bitch."

He rubbed her clit again, and she gasped. He had to admit, her pussy was probably the best one he had felt in a while, and it was definitely the most fun he had ever had with a woman. Usually it was all him calling the shots, the women he fucked were usually dumb and eager to please, and not really capable of sassing him back the way she was doing now.

"You're one to talk, finger-banging me while having a hard-on. Is it because fucking his assistant is the closest you'll ever get to fucking Alastor?"

He didn't give her the satisfaction of a reply (of course he had a good one), but instead he removed his fingers in a swift swipe, ignoring the way she whimpered at the loss. He undid his belt and zipper, freeing his aching cock, his newest, upgraded model. She stared at it, wide-eyed, and for the first time, she actually looked intimidated, unsure... scared. Vox grinned satisfied, stroking himself a few times.

"Don't worry, dollface, it'll fit, and it'll feel really good. And the best thing - if you stop your constant bitching, maybe I'll even make you cum."

He rubbed the head of his dick over her clit, the LED's on it brightly illuminating her core in a blue hue, and she let out a strangled moan at the sensation. Her face was red and flushed, her eyes half-lidded, and she looked so goddamn sultry with her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening.

Vox grabbed her hips, pulling her close until her ass was at the edge of the table, and then he lined up his cock.

"Last chance to back out, sweetheart."

He couldn't believe his own words. Was he really offering her a way out? Why did he even care, he was the one with his dick out, and she was the one that would have to take the consequences of this whole hate-fuck-thing, he'd be fine either way.

She looked up at him, her face determined.

"Alastor always told me you're all talk, no action. Was he right?"

Oh, this little bitch was going to regret that. He pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily. He was big, and she was so fucking tight, it was incredible. She cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound.

"Too much action for you?"

She didn't answer, instead she was trying her hardest not to move, her hands firm on his shoulders, and Vox had to give her that, she did a good job of staying still, only the slightest of trembles visible on her legs as she willed herself to relax around him so he could move.

He was throbbing inside her, the walls of her cunt pulsing and fluttering painfully around him, and it was taking everything he had to let her at least adjust and not just fuck her right into the table. He was still holding her hips, the tips of his fingers digging into her skin, probably leaving marks, and he was sure that the force with which he was gripping her would leave traitorous, colorful bruises. Markings, his markings on Alastor's bitch. The thought made him shiver, sending electric currents down his spine as he pulled out slowly, the drag deliciously torturous. And then he thrusted back in, all the way. Hard. Her pussy clenched deliciously around him, and Vox threw his head back, a silent moan leaving his throat as he moved in and out, feeling her stretch and contract around his length, sucking him in greedily.

He felt his body overheat, electrical current flowing through him in intense pulses straight to his dick, adding another sensation to the already wonderful tight, wet, hot feeling enveloping him. He might need a little fix-me-up, it had been a while since someone got this much of a reaction out of him. The room was quiet, only her rapid panting and the sound of her cunt swallowing his cock with every pull filled the air, the noices slick and sloppy. Vox pressed one finger firmly on her clit, making her arch her back as he began circling it, the heels of her feet pressing painfully into his lower back as he increased his pace. His own breathing was starting to become labored, short puffs of static leaving him.

"Say his name", he heard himself demand, the sound of his own voice was low and static-y.

"Wh-"

"You fucking heard me, say his name. Call for him while I'm fucking you, come on, princess. See if he cares."

He increased his pace, hammering in and out of her, the air was heavy with the thick smell of sex and arousal, and she was becoming louder, keening, gasping, mewling.

"Fuck you.", she gasped.

"Wrong, try again."

Vox slowed, changing the angle to thrust right up where it made her shake. He smirked when her toes curled. "Come on, I know you can say it, I'll make it easy on you, I'll say it with you: A. La. Stor."

With every syllable he pumped into her a bit harder, the electricity from his fingertips stinging her clit, and the extra sensation had her shudder, a shaky moan leaving her throat. Vox wasn't giving her any chances to catch her breath, the air was filling with the familiar buzz of static electricity, the screens inside the room began to flicker as more and more electricity flowed from the TV overlord into her body, to her limbs.

"Oh my...fucking god... Vox!"

Her hands dug into his suit, and then she gasped, a beautiful, long, drawn-out moan ripping through her chest as her back arched, her heels digging harder into his lower back. She shuddered, violently, and came, the feeling of her pulsating muscles sucking him in combined with his fucking name rolling from her lips completely doing it for him. With one last, well placed thrust, and her voice in his ears calling for him and not Alastor, he buried his dick deep inside her cunt, riding out his own orgasm with small, careful thrusts, hissing quietly as her tight walls were milking him for all his worth.

He leaned forward, his forearms framing her on the table, and he huffed. Fuck, that was intense.

Her whole body was buzzing with the electrical currents he was putting off, and her muscles were tense as she willed herself to breath, gasping softly. Vox smirked and released a bit more power just for shits and giggles, just enough to make her gasp again, and he watched as her lips formed a tiny 'O' as the currents jerked every muscle in her body, making her walls tighten one more time around his softening dick and forcing another soft grunt from his own lips. He let off after that, knowing how tiring it could be.

He carefully pulled out, watching a mix of his cum and her own juices dribble out of her cunt, and he huffed at the sight, giving a quick rub to her swollen clit to push the rest of his cum inside.

She laid motionless for a second, staring at the ceiling blankly, and Vox was just wondering whether he had actually fried her brain, when she shifted, pulling her panties back into place. She looked up, and her almost human eyes found his digital ones, a very soft, amused, almost fond look settling on her features.

"You are really pathetic." She pushed herself off the desk, wobbly on her knees but upright while she pulled her skirt down and tidied her clothes, putting the ripped blouse back together as best as she could. "But I have to hand it to you - you know how to fuck."

Vox grinned smugly. "Baby, what do you think got me where I am now?"

"Mhm. Anyway- that was fun. Very entertaining, as Alastor would say. Might need a new blouse though."

She gathered the signed papers in front of her chest to hide the gaping hole exposing one of her tight breasts, opened the door and gave him a last glance over her shoulder, an impish smile on her round, flushed face. "I still fucking hate you."

For a few minutes, Vox remained behind, a dumb grin on his lips. He should really ask for her name at some point, he guessed, especially if Alastor planned for him to work with her again.

Hopefully in the near future.