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earned it [07]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. explicit smut, pool sex, slight angst, i miss naoya :(, mafia business, mentions of blood, lots of drama, mentions of death and murder

note. IDEK ANYMORE. lmao anyways do you guys want faster updates or do you guys want to wait? i can finish the series next week and then we can move on to white lies 😈

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The three of you were seated back at your tables, where the whole dancing fiasco had thankfully ended. Satoru noticed nothing of your behavior – either he was really clueless, or you were a damn good actor – the guy was much too invested with the files Nanami was currently showing.

For a moment, you let yourself loosen as you took a deep breath. The account was much more important than whatever Nanami was scheming.

“I think I may have found where the real money is, or treasure, we should say, since none of us can really figure out what the Zen’ins might be hiding. And from the looks of it, considering Naoya had no idea about what his family kept prior to his death, this is something only his elders wanted to know about,” Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, sliding a photo of an unsuspecting white manor that you hadn’t seen in a long time. “And it’s been right under our nose the whole time.”

“That’s one of our islands,” you replied with a furrowed brow, “Are you saying you traced the source back there? But that’s impossible, we haven’t used that island for years and even Naoya told me he was going to sell it because it was of no use to us. It’s not on commercial waters and there’s no local people around either. That island is in the middle of nowhere.”

“This is exactly why it’s the best place to hide things – because no one would ever suspect this seemingly harmless middle of nowhere could contain their assets.”

Satoru, who’d kept silent the whole time, inched closer to you. His cologne wafting off to you eased you for a moment – purely because it was familiar – and even though you despised saying it, you were thankful he was here. Currently, the blond man posed a bigger threat, the difference being that Nanami actually had leverage against you while you had more control over Satoru.

You sighed. If Naoya was here, things would’ve been so much better. He never lost his composure in figuring things out on his own. But now that he was gone, now that he’d never be coming back, you had be responsible for his sake, but mostly for yours.

“Take a look at this. The nearest land is a small, uncharted city from Brazil’s outskirts. I’ve been illegally transporting weaponry and firearms somewhere near there since our family started the business – it’s the easiest place to sneak in things without getting caught. All you need to do is pay a few fishermen and they’ll easily transport our load from one place to another, no questions asked,” Satoru announced, seemingly deep in thought as he rubbed his chin. “It would make sense if the Zen’in clan elders found this place useful too. It’s basically a hot site for criminals.”

“But we don’t operate this way. The Zen’in elders are too prideful to handle transactions like this. They would’ve chosen a more…discreet yet formal way of handling things.”

“How does an underwater passage sound?” Nanami pushed the other photo aside to reveal a blurry snap of what seemed like a tunnel under the sea. On the surface, it looked just like an abandoned rig, but it stretched too long, the exterior already covered in mold and seaweed. “About 80 years ago, the Zen’in Clan leader at that time was often heavily targeted by their enemies in business that they preferred to travel under the sea. If my theory is correct, right under that island would be another base of some sort that allows the clan leaders move from one country to another while remaining undetected.”

“So that’s how they easily sent their own shit overseas…”

“It would be a very sound conclusion to assume so,” Nanami crossed his arms at Satoru’s musings, “However, that’s all I know. All I can tell you is where I last got the signal for the source – which is about seven years ago, and a few months right after Toji Zen’in was disowned by his family when Naobito took over. It would also be near around the time he met his wife and had his child, which would increase the possibilities that he may have stored something in this island for his son’s future. Again, it could be money, gold – we don’t really know,” he nodded your way, a sense of finality behind those blue eyes that had now looked so menacing when once it brought you comfort – reassurance. “How you get there is all up to you.”

Something didn’t feel right.

“If the elders really wanted to hide this place, they wouldn’t have passed the rights of the island into my inheritance when Naoya died. They surely wouldn’t have wanted me to find out about this.”

“I could think of two things,” Satoru proposed, “It’s either they trust your potential enough as the clan leader to replace Naoya, or they didn’t think you’d care anyway.”

You let his words sink in. The clan elders have never bothered much with you. They were too prideful about “saving face” and “keeping up images” that they couldn’t even let a word of insult slip past their lips under the belief they were above that. But you weren’t stupid; they had never approved of your marriage to Naoya. An outsider like you, suddenly becoming a part of their family when they could’ve had your husband marry a family friend?

They may have kept silent about their dislike to you, but one way or another, they were going to take action for it.

Knowing the Zen’ins, being a Zen’in, you knew there was one thing they hated the most: not being in control.

“Neither,” you finally concluded while mumbling down at your lap. The theory was hazy, incomplete, based only on mere emotions but slowly, you were coming together to piece it. You felt Satoru turn your way, his large hand caressing your knee as if coaxing the words out of you. “It’s neither. Naoya’s elders…they never liked me. It’s been made pretty clear to me that I’m dispensable without my husband, and I will never be a Zen’in in their eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me to give up all my inheritance from Naoya because I’m not related to them by blood.”

The silence in the table stretched.

No matter how grandiose the hotel restaurant may be, you felt suffocated in that seat. How didn’t you realize it sooner? You were in a land that stretched past your territory, with both men accompanying you people you couldn’t wholeheartedly trust, while your husband rotted away back at home – probably covered in dust and not even given a proper burial like he deserved.

There was only one way out of this, to put an end to everything. It would prove to be a daunting task, but you didn’t have a choice. No, in fact, this was your only choice if you wanted to survive.

Satoru’s voice softened upon seeing the grimness of how you turned mum. “I’ll follow you wherever you go. I promise to help you in finding out whatever is in there,” he met your eyes; yours filled with contempt, with fear, with desperation, and his filled with regret. “It’s the least I could do…after everything I’ve done to you.”

You took a deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. There was no way you could trust him with his empty promises. He’d shown enough times that he wasn’t a man of his word, and you’d be a fool to fall for it again. However, Nanami’s glance was curious and suspecting, hiding his true colors with an innocent gesture of sipping his wine. He may seem unbothered and only here to ‘help’, but this man was cunning, possibly more so than Naoya could ever be, and one wrong move would be similar to stepping on a land mine.

Satoru received no response from you, and soon the three of you were standing outside the hotel’s lobby to escort Nanami back where he came from. The dinner was tense, so much so that you’d unknowingly been clutching Satoru’s bicep the whole time.

He tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to life as he gestured to his phone. “Sorry, it’s Geto.”

“Oh,” you muttered and stepped away from him, feeling your heart sink in your chest as you watched him retreat behind the glass doors. Beside you, Nanami snickered.

“Made up your mind, agent?” he taunted, “This is your final chance to prove yourself. Gather enough intel for us to intrude whatever that mighty clan is hiding underneath that island, surrender Gojo to us, and we’ll give you everything as promised.”

You faced him with fiery eyes, prepared for whatever he’d throw your way when he showed you that cursed red coin again. Realizing its power, the true meaning it held, you immediately shut your lips. It must’ve satisfied to know he was the one in charge here, and how could he not be when your life was literally at the palm of his hands, your days growing more numbered if you didn’t follow everything he asked for?

If you had just…if you had just done everything the Organization had asked you for, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have felt this torn.

Nanami flipped the coin before tucking it into his pocket, sending one last salute your way. He hailed a cab and disappeared afterwards, leaving you alone to ponder over the consequences of your actions, your emotions. For the first time in his life, Naoya had lied to you.

He wasn’t correct when he said you were strong.

Because after all this time, you still held onto something that you should’ve let go of a long time ago, and you had nothing but your weak, sensitive, hopeless heart to blame for. Said hurdle appeared not long afterwards, his touch warm on your shoulder as he gazed at the empty spot beside you.

“Oh, Nanami left,” he noted, turning your shoulders to him until you were completely exposed. There was no more hiding from him, or more like you didn’t have enough energy to. You felt dull, tiredness lining your eyes and lips pressed into a flat line. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Ten days. That was how much you’ve wasted your time here in Milan, and you weren’t even remotely close to figuring things out. Your resources were much more limited the farther you were from the Zen’in Estate, and your lawyer was a family one, meaning they held more loyalty to the actual Zen’ins instead of law-affiliated people like you were.

Simply put, you were all alone to solve this by yourself.

Satoru promised to help, but he kept disappearing in the morning along with Geto. You never asked where they went or what they did; it simply didn’t matter anymore.

You would only spend hours locked in your room as you researched everything you could on your private island near Brazil. Just like Satoru said, it seemed like the perfect place to hide things for the spot seemed remote enough to offer privacy for the family’s getaway. You could somewhat recall Naoya proposing once to take you there for your honeymoon, but business got in the way, and it wasn’t like you truly trusted him then to spend such an intimate with him that you said no.

Sighing, you put all the papers away. Not even a single clue led you to what could be possibly be there, but there was an underwater passage. The fact the Zen’ins was capable of building that made you wonder just what the extent of their powers and influence stretched to, and you contemplated for a bit if you could hold that same ability now that you had his name.

Whatever was there, you would look for it.

Your mission was clear – the success of it would determine the fate of your life. Find out what they’re hiding, surrender Satoru Gojo to the Organization, and then everything would be over.

It sounded simple, yet your heart knew it wasn’t. Naoya died with the confidence of his trust over you, the trust you worked so hard to earn. But wasn’t that point? You needed him to trust you for you to be able to pull this mission off, but things happened, emotions and conscience got in the way, and you banged your knuckles on the table until your ring throbbed on your finger.

You just wanted it all to end. You never meant to hurt Naoya, never meant to betray anyone, but it fucking pissed you off that Naoya wasn’t the real problem. He wasn’t the one holding you back.

With not much thought to your next actions, you slipped past the guards and into the pool that had long been closed since 10PM. Being at your room’s tub reminded you of memories you’d rather forget, and you slowly undid your robe and stepped out of your underwear before dipping in the cold, freezing water.

It felt good. It may have been temporary, but the numbing bite of the water helped you feel more placated. Even for a little while, it was nice to not worry about anything. There were no titles, no mafia drama, no anything, just you and the water that you would’ve easily fooled yourself to be simply enjoying your little trip in Milan until –

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had me worried sick,” You sighed. Of course. Opening your eyes, you raised a brow as Satoru towered over you, a standard hotel towel in his arms. He’d change out of his suit and into cotton shorts and a shirt this time around, possibly on his way to sleep when he realized the room was empty. With no energy to deal with him, you swam away from the man, earning a groan in response. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since Nanami came. Listen, if this is about that island, you don’t have to worry too much about anything. I have enough people and resources to help you in every step of the way.”

You ignored him. After everything that happened, what was there to talk about anymore? Even if you told him everything, he might not understand.

So you swam in the middle of the pool, thankful that it was dark enough from the maintenance shutting the lights off that Satoru struggled to find you. However, you’d underestimated him because soon you heard the splashing of the water, and you were harshly tugged by the wrist before Satoru cornered you at the edge of the pool.

He was breathing hard; both of you were, and tried to push past his chest, only to be met with a solid plane of muscle that wouldn’t budge. You sighed and turned away from him, covering your exposed chest with your arms.

“Whatever Naoya is looking for…you’ll find it, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious,” the scorn in his tone had been so biting you turned back to him, about to hit him with something, scold him for something, but your words died down in your throat before you even had the chance to.

Satoru hadn’t been demanding. His face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his azure eyes twinkle like stardust exploding. Once in your life, you found so much comfort into staring at such beauty, but that was when everything was still a perfect lie. Funny how the truth ruined everything for its darkness, and you could only look back at him weakly, throat running dry from all the emotions that threatened to pour out of you.

Regret and desperation was written all over his face.

“Please,” he rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed as he mumbled, “You’re not alone in this. I don’t want to ask for much because I know I don’t deserve it, but please at least understand you don’t have to solve everything on your own. You’re not…you’re not alone. I’m here now.”

“When you left me,” your voice cracked, “It’s because you thought I wouldn’t love you anymore if I found out your true nature,” Satoru opened his eyes, anxiety swimming in those eyes that had once been so sweet. Perhaps he still held that sweetness now, albeit it was less tender and more cautious as he waited for you to continue. “If I told you about every sin I’ve committed, the name of each person I killed and everything I’ve done, would you stay with me? Or would you leave me again, only this time it’s because you think I’m no longer someone you could love?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” was all you said before you felt a tear prick the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see, god, you wanted to disappear in that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. Crashing your lips to his, you brought him down by the back of his neck to hide the tears freely falling from your face.

He froze for a split second before he eagerly pushed back, clenching the pool edges with his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. You were panting, moaning in his mouth as he pressed you harder against the edge, skin to skin, breath to breath, soul to soul.

Threading your hands to his hair, you grinded down on his shorts where he was already beginning to grow hard. Satoru groaned inside your mouth from your teasing but made no move to stop to – after all, why would he want to stop? It had been years, seven fucking years, and even you wouldn’t want to stop. It was wrong, it was dirty, it was immoral – but you needed this. You needed this more than ever.

Satoru’s hands tickled your waist as he squeezed them harsher than he intended, his calloused fingers travelling until he was kneading your breasts. You pulled away from him, head thrown back to rest on the edge.

And it was romantic.

The moon had never been so big, sprinkles of star shining in the vast darkness, the scene just perfect for two lovers in a getaway from the harshness of life. You knew it wasn’t real and the spell would break sooner than later, but did it matter? He rolled your beaded nipples into his fingers before he ducked down, lips suctioned to suck heavy bruises on the sensitive patch of skin on your neck that had you twitching in his hold.

Along with your moans, you cried harder. From heartbreak, from regret, from guilt; there was no turning back from this.

“Satoru, please, please, please. Make me feel better, make me feel good, I just want to forget everything.”

He nodded eagerly against your neck, letting your eager hands help him push his shorts down before his cock sprang free. His length grazed your lower abdomen for a moment, though he didn’t waste any time in entering your hole. You gritted your teeth at the intrusion, nails dug so hard in his shoulders that he bled.

The both of you had your foreheads connected, noses brushing and breaths mixing as you moaned and he sighed, eyes shut tight from finally being engulfed in your warmth.

“Right there, ‘Toru, oh fuck.”

“F-fuck,” he hitched one of your legs to wrap around his waist, “You’re still so tight after all this time,” Satoru praised, molding his lips with yours once again. He picked up his pace and watched as you desperately clung from one surface to another – his shoulders, his hair, the edge of the pool, flailing your arms each time his deep thrusts knocked the wind out of you – breasts bouncing as he bounced you on his cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful – my sweet, sweet angel. I missed you, missed you so fucking much.”

You didn’t say anything. No words were needed to be exchanged; actions spoke louder than words. At least right now, you could promise you wouldn’t lie.

Pulling him down for another kiss, you bit down on his bottom lip to muffle your moans, too speechless at each movement of his dick grazing past your walls. Fuck, he still felt so good, still knew your body way too well and your pussy hugged him so tight like you didn’t ever want to let go.

But you knew you had to, even as he came inside you and brought you back to your room, uncaring of the dripping mess you’ve both made before he locked the door.

You forgot how many hours you spent underneath him writhing in his bed. He took you each way he wanted – knees folded beside your head, on your side where he whispered all the filthy things he’d been wanting to do to you while he took you from behind, or your head squished on the pillow as he repeatedly smacked your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart to praise you on how you took him so well. Satoru didn’t stop; you knew what you were getting into the moment you pulled him into you, that his sex drive was insane and he’d take long to tire himself out.

By the time the first shy fingertips of the sunlight extending across the horizon arrived, you were emptily staring at the window, Satoru fast asleep beside you.

It was time.

Silently, you pulled his arm away from you and quickly got dressed. He seemed to still be deep in slumber, and you carried the only bag previously packed with everything you might need. You were on the process of wearing your stilettos when he stirred awake, sleepily eyeing you from the bed you both devoted yourselves to in pleasuring one another.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” you answered, tight-lipped. “From you.”

“Why?”

“Because…I lied,” you inhaled sharply, gloved hands frozen on the golden knobs.

Just open it, you screamed at yourself, walk away before it’s too late.

But you couldn’t move, pathetic that even after everything Naoya had worked so hard for, you still remained a slave to your past.

“No matter how much I hate everything you’ve done to me, I can’t bring myself to forget I once loved you. Maybe I still do – I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not as strong as I thought I was,” you cried, losing grip on the bag before it fell. You watched emptily as all the contents poured out – your money, your clothes, your phone, your ring – it all served as a reminder of who you were, of who you’d forgotten to be, of who you were supposed to be.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I don’t have enough strength to kill you.”

“Hey, angel,” he cooed, reaching you in three long strides before he caged you in his arms. Satoru was so warm, so strong, and the safety he provided you with only made you cry harder. You wanted to hate him, wanted to keep lying yourself since you’d been doing a great job at doing that for the past seven years, but it wasn’t that easy. Deep down…you still harbored the most miniscule affection, and that enough was capable of destroying you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you whispered brokenly as you banged a weak fist to his chest, “Everything is wrong.”

Finavice Pharmaceuticals didn’t disappoint.

You were beyond impressed the moment you stepped through the door, a horde of eager chemists guiding you through the upper floors. Finavice was one of the biggest – if not the biggest – companies that were known for harboring the rarest or hard to get elements that not even you and Naoya could get your hands on.

Not by yourselves, anyway, so you took it upon yourself to strike a sponsorship to their research program in developing a cure to cancer under the guise of being an advocate to the improvement of the medical field.

Truthfully, you just wanted to please Naoya, show him you were useful and that he didn’t need to kill you. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and there you were, your prettiest smile plastered on as you scanned the towering buildings with unmasked interest.

“Here is the laboratory for the Finavice Pharmaceuticals where we test…”

“Mrs. Zen’in?”

The entire team stopped as a tall man, cloaked in a beige suit instead of a lab coat appearhed out of nowhere. Judging by how everyone had ducked their heads down and turned silent, you could only guess he must be the boss. Flashing your most charming smile, you hitched your bag higher up your arm. “Yes?”

“May I have a word with you?”

You fought the urge to sigh. His question was spoken much more of a statement that you weren’t really given a room to decline, and the young chemists gazed at you curiously under their lashes.

Not wanting to create a commotion that would lead into unwanted attention, you nodded, following the man through a set of double doors, guarded by two heavily armed men from the outside.

The man, who was Kento Nanami, the founder of Finavice himself leaned back into his seat as he made himself comfortable. “So you signed a contract with us two weeks ago to partner on our latest medicine, am I right? I’ve read over your proposals and I must say, they are rather interesting and innovative. I didn’t expect that a businessman’s wife would be a chemist who is interested in expanding to the pharmaceuticals as well. The Zen’ins has never been much invested in that.”

Gladly accepting the tea he’d slid your way, you made sure to clink the teaspoon against the porcelain as you played along. “People change, Mr. Kento. My husband and I’s goals are rather different from their former, traditional ones. Surely, steel exchange couldn’t support us for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t say no to that. Kudos to you and your husband for your rather…ambitious shared goals then.”

Your hand froze on the utensil, and you narrowed your eyes at him in warning. “Are you implying we should not have trusted you with this, Mr. Kento?”

“No, I am merely letting you know that your act won’t fool me,” he chuckled, leaning forwards to rest his chin on his clasped knuckles, his blue eyes growing dark and serious. “I know what you and your husband’s family does. The Organization knows a lot more about your actions than you think you know we do. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re only here because we’re the only company who has access to an element you need for your drug, isn’t that the case, Mrs. Zen’in?”

Well…this was certainly unexpected. You’ve been effortlessly deceiving countless businessmen, government leaders and officials even, that this took you by your surprise. Two could play at this game.

Even if he saw through you long ago, it wouldn’t take much to grab his letter opener that was right beside you and puncture it through a jugular vein. If his guards came, you could easily take them down too. Today was one of those few moments you were thankful for Naoya’s hellish training.

But you didn’t want him to feel satisfied, so you leaned back into your seat and crossed your leg over the other.

“If you knew this whole time, why didn’t you kill me already? A lot of people wouldn’t miss the chance to do so.”

Nanami chuckled. “It’s because like you, I’m not just a pioneer. I, too, have my goals and loyalty laid out for someone else. Most specifically, the Organization, an international collaborative effort of stopping and reducing mafia movement for the safety of our people. Obviously, I’ve been assigned in the Yakuza Division, and it’s no coincidence I read through your file. You are, after all, one of our precious targets.”

You stared at him boredly. Why couldn’t he just get straight to the point?

“Is this a threat? I’m not sure it’s working.”

“Oh, no, I’m not threatening you,” he snatched your tea and took a long sip from it, and it was the first time you learned of his habit of concealing his curious gaze through drinking; a perfect act to seem inconspicuous.

“I am offering you a path to redemption. You may fool everyone, but I know an unhappy woman when I see one, Mrs. Zen’in, and I can tell you find no pleasure in the life you live – running errands for your criminal husband, constantly fearing for your life, wishing you’d just been a regular person like everyone else…” At the lack of response, he took it a gesture for him to continue, and he set the cup down, pushing his glasses right back up his nose. “The Organization has labeled you a target, but I think you’re more of a victim caught in a series of unfortunate events. I merely wish to save you from it.”

You guffawed in laughter at his last statement.

“You men really are ridiculous!” you slapped your palm on his table, losing every bit of that elegant composure to be perfected by a Zen’in wife. “Always preaching about saving me and protecting me – what actually are you pathetic losers even capable of?”

Much to your dismay, Nanami didn’t seem the least bit affected by your mockery.

“Please, don’t group me in with your husband and your former lover. Unlike them, I harbor no interest in you as a woman, I only want to fulfill my duty as an Agent and save you not because you’re a damsel in distress, but rather because…I could kill two birds with one stone,” his eyes shone in mischief, and you swallowed in discomfort as he gazed you up and down.

You’ve had enough experience with being seen as a meal, but this was different. Nanami was viewing you like you were a secret weapon he intended on using as much as he could to achieve his goals.

“You are a very convenient woman, Mrs. Zen’in. Similar to how your husband adores your abilities, I would like to take advantage of your connections. The only difference between me and them is that I can actually give you something money can’t even buy.”

“Such as?”

“A second chance at a normal life.”

“What makes you think I’ll accept your offer? I’m the wife of a mafia leader – my loyalty resides in him.”

“Only because you fear for your life,” he flashed you a red coin, crescents of a Latin quote scripted inside. Mori quam foedari – death before dishonor.

“Join the Organization, Y/N. With your connections, we could easily take down these families and protect the country. Hand over Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zen’in to us, and I promise the Organization will do everything in its power to give you the life you always wanted. A safe, normal one. No more worrying about being killed as you ride your car, no more beating yourself up as you make drugs to promise your usefulness to your husband and no more pretending you are someone who you’re not,” he flipped the coin between his fingers, and tantalized, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. “Don’t you want that? You’d be able to live freely if you cooperate with us.”

You could hear the gears in your head turning. Part of you would’ve assumed this was a trap had you not known better, but Naoya taught you that if something was a trap, it would sound too easy, too good.

None of this was easy. It would require facing a demon from your past and handling things differently than what Naoya had planned, but that wasn’t the worst.

It was the fact that if you accepted, you’d have to come home tonight and lie in the face of your husband who could easily read through you. He smelled lies and treachery before you could realize you were even thinking of doing something, and knowing Naoya, he wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes the instant he felt something was off.

But his offer… it was a risk you had to take. You wouldn’t ever get an opportunity like this again.

“Do you promise…that I’ll really go back to normal after this? That I won’t be involved in this mess anymore?”

“I can only promise that if you also promise to do your part. You see, I strongly believe you are the one that can put an end to this all. All you have to do is join us, and soon it’ll feel like this nightmare never happened at all. You’ll be free from Naoya Zen’in and Gojo Satoru before you realize it.”

You stared at his coin harder. Death before dishonor. This Organization he was a part of obviously didn’t fuck around, and it seemed scarier because they had their eyes on you for a while now. What were the odds they offered a deal instead of outright killing you, even going as far as to provide you a second chance at life, one that you genuinely wanted to enjoy? It would be a shame to say no, and even if the chances of this turning out well were low, you would damn well take it. A small chance was better than nothing.

“What do I have to do?”

Nanami grinned and pocketed his coin. “A very wise decision, Mrs. Zen’in,” he congratulated, “Please, meet me at my office tomorrow, eight on the dot. Oh, and remember, the Organization will now be watching you wherever you go. You’re one of us now.”

The next day, Nanami had cut your palm.

He spilled your blood into an empty metal casing with engraved letters, mori quam foedari, the phrase both comforting and ominous. Soon, you came home with your blood solidified into a coin to prove your membership and loyalty, that they quite owned you in more ways than one. Your blood meant your loyalty, and the coin felt heavy in your pocket with the implication it was also your blood they wouldn’t hesitate to spill should you betray them.

Mori quam foedari.

Death before dishonor.

Your life over Naoya’s, your future over Gojo’s.

The next few days had been tense. After telling Satoru everything down from the smallest detail, things had shifted between you. Quite frankly, you expected that maybe he’d kill you right then and there after explicitly stating that just because you couldn’t kill him, didn’t mean you wouldn’t turn him in.

“Angel,” he begged, “Will you never really give me the chance to do everything right this time around?”

However, you were too firm on your plans. You originally wanted to leave and go to the island yourself; it was easier to leave Satoru open and vulnerable for the Organization to attack him in your absence. He loved you, that was much clear, and if he looked for you, he’d make himself vulnerable to the Organization, but recent plans had to be altered now that he wasn’t willing to let go of you. Though no matter what he said, you valued your life and future more than you could ever love him.

It was an act of kindness to yourself.

“I don’t want this life anymore, Satoru. Either way, I don’t have a choice, not when I could die literally anytime before I could even say goodbye.”

It had been hours since ‘that’ talk and now you were on a plane back to Tokyo. You had to pull out some archives from Naoya’s files to know more about the island before you could visit it, and it was important for Satoru to know details such as security measures over there.

You’d long fallen asleep from exhaustion, bundled up in a fleece blanket while Geto glared at you.

“Are you sure about this, Sir? I think we should just keep her with us even if she doesn’t want to. The Gojo clan is powerful enough that no one would dare cross us. Not even this Organization she speaks of has ever done anything to us. Without her, they stand no chance against us,” he sat in front his boss and kept sending wary glances your way. “Letting her go like you did before wasn’t a good idea. She knows too much about everyone to live normally now. Do you really believe the Organization will protect her?”

“Knowing the strings the government could pull – and add on to the fact Nanami Kento, one of the richest men in this country works for them that it’s safe to assume each figure in them is a powerhouse – I don’t doubt their promise one bit.”

“But you’ll go to jail if you let her surrender you. Or worse, they’ll destroy the clan from the bottom up.”

“I know that, Geto.”

Geto groaned, brushing his hands through his hair from how indifferent his boss was being, drinking champagne as if he wasn’t willingly walking into his own death. “Then why aren’t you thinking more clearly about this? I understand you love her and you want to make it up to her, but we can’t let her do whatever she pleases! In order to keep herself safe, she’s going to sacrifice you! She’s dangerous, Sir, she’s been lying to her husband the whole time and who’s to say she isn’t capable of doing something worse to a stranger like you?”

“I told you already, Geto,” Satoru swirled the pink liquid in his flute, his face empty and unreadable. “I know.”

“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t agree with your decision. The clan would fall without you and you don’t have siblings or an heir. No one is powerful to hold the clan together aside from you so if you leave – there’s no more hope for us,” he sighed when Satoru didn’t budge. “I at least want you to reconsider your actions. She’s just a woman, Sir. It’s either we kill her or we imprison her. You let her go before because you believed she would be your downfall, and quite frankly, it’s happening all over again.”

Satoru gazed out the window, bringing the flute to his lips with a dark glint in his eye that Geto recognized meant trouble, or worse, an actual solution to this hellish situation.

“Which is why we’re going to pay an old friend a visit, Geto. There’s only one person who could turn the tables around.”

ADDITIONAL NOTE: TOJI IS COMING SOON!!! what are your theories on what might be on that island and *drum roll* WHO IS GOJO’S OLD FRIEND?!

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Falling in love with Priest!Din and having some W I L E sex? Love uuuu

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Sorry it took me forever to get to this but I have been trying to get a bit of inspo, but mark me down as struck by the writing gods lol. Also sorry if this isn't that wild, I can also write something filthier if you want.....

The week had felt like it was lasting at least a year and a half with how busy Din had been. Din had had to sit through several kids' first confessions, and while he had in the past always found it cute what children had confessed to doing, small things like stealing a cookie when their parents told them no, fighting with their siblings, lying to teachers, and such, this time though Din had to fight through the thoughts and memories of how you had sounded and how you had felt in that small room where there were children currently confessing to the smallest innocent of things. Then Din had had to go out and give out the Anointing of the Sick prayers paired with the Last Rites and Viaticum to a dying member of his small parish. At the families request he had stayed with them as the man passed away into sleep and then recited the Lord's Prayer and a Hail Mary to help the family in the coming days. By the end of the week the funeral was held in a small ceremony, to which Din gave a short eulogy on the man as well as read the man's favorite passage from the Bible as they lowered the man into the ground. By the time Sunday had come around he was so relieved and hopeful to see you in the pews he had almost forgot that there was a group of children who were getting their first communion this week. Mass had dragged on, Din tired and just wanting to see and be alone with you, but he knew his day was far from over. After mass had finished and as everyone filed out of the church, he slowly walked his way over to the baptismal and uncovered the small pool of holy water as the family of two newly birthed twins circled around him. With a smile to the mother and father he had made his way through the ceremony, taking absolute care to slow himself down and make sure he didn't rush through the ceremony. By the time he waved the last of the family out of the church he was exhausted and he mourned the thought of not being able to see or speak with you at all this last week or this Sunday.

Din sighed and rolled his neck, popping the joints there, before opening the door to his small sacristy, ready to just change and go home and breath for the first time this week. What he didn't expect was for you to be standing there looking through the small bookshelf containing his religious books. He could have cried at the sight of your angelic figure standing there, and even more so when you turned around and gave him a light, soft smile.

"My sweet angel, I did not expect or think I would be able to see you this week. I have missed you more than I can put into words," your gaze immediately softened at his words and you walked over looping your hands around his neck and giving him a slow and soft kiss. When you pulled away, you brushed your noses together and said, "You've had a long week, Din. I wanted to make sure you were fine...and help you if you needed anything."

Din immediately melted under you attentions and pressed his forehead to your own as he wrapped his own arms around your waist. As always when he was with you a little voice in the back of his head rang out about how blasphemous this was but he shoved it away quickly, too tired to deal with the moral dilemma at that moment. He leaned in and kissed your soft lips again and whispered, "I am fine, I promise you, sweet angel. Just tired from the long week I have had, and in need of something relaxing."

He felt you perk up slightly at the mention of relaxation, and he followed you as you slowly sat him on the old, worn two seat couch that had sat in the room for who knows how many years. Din slowly sat down on it when you pushed him to, even though he loathed to be parted from your calming embrace.

"If relaxation is what you need.....then maybe I.. I can help you with that?"

Din sat confused for a few seconds, only to watch as you slowly stripped out of your clothing and softly revealed your skin to him. Din's breathing trembled as he watched you unclasp your bra and slowly bend over to take your panties off. Then you were walking towards him, and he felt his mouth go dry from the absolute sight that was approaching him. He could never get enough of the sight of your bare body, it drove him insane each and every time he was allowed to see it in its complete glory.

When you finally stood in front of him he reached forward to touch you, only you softly knocked his hands away and said, "Please, let me take care of you father ," it was only then that Din really realized how much his slacks had gone tight.

He watched with baited breath as you slowly undressed him, hanging each item where it went in the small closet, each movement sinfully beautiful as your naked body moved. By the time you had pressed his black button down off his arms, he swore that he was ready to bust from anticipation alone. When you finally pulled his aching and flushed cock from his slacks he let out a long groan and felt himself throb just from the small touches.

"You know, I have missed you this week, father. I was so worried you were going to over work yourself with all the events happening, but you did so good and you deserve a nice reward and some relaxation."

Din's head shot up, not realizing he had thrown it back, when he felt your soft lips press to the top of his cock and your tongue dart out to lick the precum gathering there. Din couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his lips as you started running your tongue teasing all around his cock, never taking it into your mouth, only kissing and licking in any and every pattern you could think of. It didn't take Din long at all to get drunk on the pleasure and groan out a quiet, "Please...."

Then he felt you stand up and lower yourself onto his lap. Not quite sinking down on him yet, but close enough to grind your dripping lips against his cock, causing him to twitch more. He listened to your soft moans and whimpers as you used him for your own please, and he gripped your hips encouraging you to continue or to go faster. By the time you were panting from how sensitive the small brushes and grinds were making you, you got impatient and asked, "Are you ready," and before Din even had a chance to answer you were slamming him deep inside of you, immediately hitting that pleasurable spot deep inside of you, making you clench harder around him and moan into his ear.

Din swore he was in heaven with the amount of pleasure he was being thrown into in that moment, and he gripped your hips so hard he knew that his finger tips were going to bruised there for days.

"Move, my sweet and glorious angel, please have mercy on me and move."

And you did just that, immediately setting a sharp pace bouncing on top of him and moaning so perfectly, that if anyone were to past the church they may have thought it a whorehouse. You felt absolutely divine and Din could feel all of his stresses and tiredness just fade away as you continued clamped down on his aching cock.

After a few minutes of riding him, Din felt your hand snake into the hair on the back of his head and yank his head back. With his neck arched and open for you you leaned down and started leaving kisses and small nips, while picking up the pace to as fast as you could handle. Din could feel your orgasm approaching as you sped up and he used his grip on your hips to slam you down on his cock as hard as possible. When you came and squeezed him impossibly tight, he swore he had died and was seeing the pearly gates from the white hot pleasure that coursed through him.

Immediately he rolled you over on to the couch on all fours, before slamming his cock back into you. He pounded into your oversensitive cunt as hard and fast as possible chasing his own high, but also more than determined to feel your walls squeeze him tightly again. When he wrapped his body around your own and pressed two fingers to your swollen clit, it took you no time at all to feel a second orgasm approaching, and this one felt like it was going to be catastrophic. Before you could even warn Din, you felt him hit that spot inside of you perfectly and you all but screamed out as you literally gushed around his cock.

Feeling how tight you got and feeling you cum so hard you gushed and soaked his slacks, Din buried his face in your neck and buried himself balls deep, before emptying every last drop deep inside of you. He spent the next few second panting and collecting his bearings. He slowly kissed at your next, still dazed with pleasure and still buried inside of you, when he whispered out, his filter blurred from his high, "I love you so much, my sweet angel."

#💐 anon #priest au #priest!din #din djarin x reader #din x reader

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years

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It For Me Part 2 mob!Harry x mob!Reader

Summary: after getting kidnapped by an enemy of the hollands, a plan of yours has risen and gets into action.

A/N: here is part 2, school kinda changed for me so that's why I didn't post it the day after part 1 was posted but here you go! I tagged those who liked and reblogged and those who asked to be tagged.

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TW: uhhh, abduction or kidnapping? idk but some sort of that. mafia stuff, seducing bad guy?

As you felt you were being tied up to a chair with a bag over your head which was taken off and you had no idea where you were. Just then a big light flashed and you had seen who was right in front of you. Bernard “Mad dog” gledati. One of the dirtiest and young mobsters ever to live. No one ever worked with him, he was dirty and stole money, you knew he was one of dominics enemies and you didn't think you would meet him ever.

“Ahh, Bernard, why am i tied up?” you said trying to reach your bump to see if anything was wrong but all he did was he scoff.

“Ah darling, you know why, your father works for me and he sent you to a holland? I'm quite surprised because the hollands are also a long time enemy and they even got you pregnant huh.” he said as you smirked as he got close to your face you could feel his breath. The guards behind him untied your hands and they went straight to your bump making sure you were okay, Bernie saw your worry and chuckled.

“Darling you know i'm not a baby killer, your baby is fine, i got the nurses to check up on you,” he said as your body sighed in relief.

“Why am i here bernie?” you said getting straight to the point not wanting to be here with him a second longer.

“Well since you asked so politely i need something from you since i helped you out here with your child.” he said as he got close but this time with his gun trailing over your body and onto your bump. You knew he wouldn't hurt you but you were starting to question it, you had to do whatever to keep your baby safe, but there was a limit to what you could do.

“Depends on what it is.” you said very seducing as he licked his lips.

“Well you're not gonna like it,” he said as you frowned and placed your hand over you belly and you looked at him with your “innocent” eyes, but you knew what was up next, but you had to make sure they wouldn't do anything to your baby, they weren't apart of this part of your world.

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Once Tom and Harrison got their consciousness back they quickly got out of the car hoping you got out to call harry or someone about the accident, but you were nowhere to be seen. Harrison was pretty freaked out with what just happened and Tom called his father telling him exactly what happened.

“S-shit…” Haz said as he realized one of the security cameras from the house were there and he knew it would have caught everything. He also noticed there was a note near the camera. He picked it up and it said..

You know who I am and everyone else will know too.

“Tom, look at this.” he said, getting Tom's attention and he too had realized who it was.

They all quickly went back to the house and Harry had been waiting for you to come back and when he realised you weren't with them he swore he was about to punch one of them.

“Where is y/n? Paddy told me she was with you guys and to get ice cream, really? You let my wife go get ice cream in a store, where someone could have seen her?!” he said screaming at them, he had every right to and well he was gonna scream more for what they were about to say. Harry felt their feelings of regret, they both wished they sent someone else, but you were a tough, independent woman..

“Harry, you need to sit down, please.'' Tom said as Harry did as he said and was quite confused and angry that they weren't able to tell him an answer about you.

“What the hell happened?” Harry said, getting impatient.

When they told Harry about you, he didn't even break down, he was just upset with both of them not letting them explain what had happened.

“Tom she's pregnant, Pregnant! Those mobsters will literally do anything to her, you should have talked to me first god damnit,” he said as he left those two and was on the way to find you and get you back.

Harry knew if anything happened to you it would be all his fault, that day he didn't do his hourly check on you and he kicked himself for not doing so. He knew you were strong, but since you got pregnant you had gotten a little more sensitive, he knew how the mafia men acted and he just wanted to find you fast and get you and your baby home. He swore at himself even more about not telling you his feelings towards you, he knew as soon as he saw you he would tell you or well show you. As he calmed himself down so he was stable to find you and everyone was doing their part to look for you, Dominic knew who planned the ambush and he felt quite guilty for it, but he knew he could apologise when they found you. When everyone was ready to set a plan, something was sent to Tom's phone. A video file. He had shown his dad and they had started playing it on the big screen they had.

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You had appeared as a light had been turned on, you had no bruises on you, you looked fine, you had your hand over your belly as you looked up at Bernie as you also looked at the camera, you knew this would be sent to them so you know you could get your plan out to them, you knew harry would understand it.

“Look y/n, i just need a favor that's all because i know all this, the marriage the pregnancy was planned, your father is a huge idiot, but i know your not, so tell me, everything about them, so i can ruin them.” he said as you continued to laugh.

Knowing that you were not hurt got everyone in relief, but the way you would look at Bernie was just a way to keep you alive. Harry knew that none of the things you said here that were seductive to him were real feelings, your mother had taught you well.

You moved around the chair as you looked at the camera and at him.

“Bernie, I know nothing, they didn't even let me touch a damn cup and if a part of me wanted to be with you it would have,” you said smiling at him as he just walked around you and his hand trailed around your jaw.

“Really, well then let just ruin him and his family, we can do it together.” he said as you looked up at him in all seriousness. You looked back down at your belly and shook your head.

“Well I don't know if i could do that,” you said as his grip on your jaw got harder and he leaned in to give you a harsh kiss. You wish you could have wiped your face, but you had to play your part.

“Fine, i'll tell you, they have this thing, filled with everything you can think of, the buried bakersfield cash, jewels, you name it, even that good stuff you like to fill your nose with and a list, it's pretty important by the way..” you said as he was attracted to what you had said and leaned in closer.

“What is she talking about?” Tom looked over at Harry as he shrugged trying to remember if you had mentioned something like this..

“I don't know Tom, I d-don't know...” he said as Harrison chipped in.

“She might still have her gun Harry what if she's planning to attack them herself.” harrison said as they continued to watch.

“Really, and what is the list.” he asked as you looked up knowing this trick was working.

“Well I can't really tell you that until you know i'm safe.” you said as he grew mad and you knew that would happen so you just gave in.

“You're no fun...Fine i'll tell, it's a list of every manufacturer and business they have owned and will own you know its just a stupid list.” you said as he was loving every word you had said. The list was key to business and well money.

“I know what she's talking about.” Harry said as they all looked at him surprised he knew this conversation well he just didn't think he would be doing that plan now.

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You two were late night talking about plans about your arrangement basically, you assumed this is what real couples would talk about just mafia style. This was short after you two had announced your relationship and when you two were just starting out to be best friends. These plans were not concrete then, but your “relationship” got more serious these things needed to be talked about, but Harry’s main priority was you and he wanted to know if you had a plan or not because he would have helped you with that.

“Okay if something would happen to me, there is this plan, I have the bakersfield cash clean, and i have other cash that is pretty dirty. So whoever has me you give them the dirty money, there's also a list, which looks legit, but it's actually companies that have been closed down or owned by an enemy of ours, also fake jewels and you know things that mafia men love, but before hand i will tell them about first then they get it.” you said as Harry laughed, admiring your plan. He thought you were the smartest and he wished he could just say his feelings but even the biggest mafia men are the pussiest, if that's even a word.

“Well that is very well sorted, how did you even think of it?” he asked as you smiled.

“Well my mom was killed by the enemy and there was no plan, so i suggested this incase of me to my father, and well now you know and so will your brothers and your father soon.” you said as he nodded.

“Oh right...I'm sorry about your mum.” he said as you shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it, it was years ago, but she was the best mom ever and she was my role model of what a person should be.” you said as Harry nodded and gave you a half smile.

“What was she like?” he asked as you smiled and continued to talk about your mom.

Your mom was everything to you and Harry was able to see that. You honestly don't know where you would be without the small moments you had with your mother. You hoped one day you would be like her when you had kids.That night Harry had hoped this plan would never be set ever, he couldn't lose you that quick, you meant everything to him even if he didn't show it because he was scared to.

Who knew that it would happen today...

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alastwhore · 5 years

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Corrective Measures (Alastor x Reader) 18+

Prompt: Alastor finds your fanfiction/fanart of him and offers to show you what he’s really like. (Smut)

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You weren’t sure how he showed up, if you were being honest.

One day you walked into your kitchen to get a snack, and found him rummaging around in your fridge, demon form and all.

It was surprising, to say the least, and you may or may not have screamed bloody murder.

He was, evidently, expecting you to react in such a manner, and seemed to find it quite humorous. When you had finally calmed down and reclaimed your bearings, you managed to ask Alastor just how the fuck he made his way into your home. It had been three months now, and try as you might , you still couldn’t get him to answer that question.

You were understandably baffled that a fucking cartoon deer demon was in your house, but some things would never receive an explanation.

He had made himself quite comfortable in your home, and had set up shop there. At least he didn’t eat all the food, you thought to yourself. It would have been odd enough that Alastor was in your residence, let alone if he, for whatever god-forsaken reason, decided to eat you out of house and home, too. Thankfully, he materialized his own meals, so you didn’t have to worry about it.

He had, however, gotten quite nosy with your personal belongings as of late. He would pilfer through your cabinets, files, clothes, and god knows what else. He reorganized them half the time, because they “weren’t properly indexable,” whatever the hell that meant. You were just flat out lucky he hadn’t found your fanfiction yet. Not that it wasn’t good, but it was certainly something that he didn’t need to see. Especially considering the majority was about him doing some less than innocent things.

That luck ran out, however, as you re-entered your home one day after class, finding him lounging on the sofa with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Darling, you never told me you were a writer,” and you felt the blood drain from your face. You knew better than to hope that he hadn’t read what you thought he had read. You knew better than to hope at all with him around. Still, though, you had to ask.

“Aha, what did you read, Alastor?” Your voice laced with uncertainty.

“I think you know,” he gave you a knowing look. You laughed nervously.

“Which one was it, do I even want to know?”

“Lets just say that you need a bit of help in the anatomy department, you have things somewhat off,” and he sat your computer down on the table, standing to his full height, staring at you with a look you had never seen him wear before. He looked very predatory in that moment, and you surely felt like prey.

“Mm? How so?” Your nerves were screaming at you to get the hell out of dodge, but you were rooted to the spot.

“Well, first of all, I wouldn’t have acted that way. You have me written like some kind of sexual deviant, of which I am not. Secondly, as flattering as it is to know you think of my bodily proportions so often, the measurements were far from correct.”

You gulped. You were screwed. There was no other way to put it.

“How are you, uh, gonna correct me?” You questioned. It was no surprise that Alastor was less than fond of your fanfiction, but the way he would modify your misperceptions was something you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Oh, darling, it’ll be in a way you will enjoy very much, I assume,” his grin became more sly, his eyes mere slits as he loomed over you.

You had nowhere to go, he had backed you into a wall and you couldn’t move an inch.

“And if my assumptions are correct, which they most likely are, you seem to have a thing for me, yes?” You couldn’t help but nod your head ‘yes’. When looking in his eyes, there wasn’t a single way you could possibly lie to him.

“Aha, very interesting indeed,” as he finished his statement, he leaned down to you, his face hovering right above yours. He grasped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting your face up to view him, and kissed you softly.

You gasped into his mouth, but kept your arms still beside you. As he pulled away from you slowly, your eyes locked onto his.

“So, was that enough to give you an idea of what I have planned? Or do I need to reiterate myself,” he gave you a knowing look.

“I, hah, I think I got it.”

He hmm’ed, “Good,” and he was sweeping you off your feet, literally, as he took you to your bedroom. He shut the door with his foot as he carried you to your bed, carefully placing you down onto the comforter.

Something told you that he was going to do most of the talking. Then again, he usually did. It was a miracle if you could ever get him to shut up. For once you were thankful for it, though, because you had no no clue what you would say, anyway.

“So first off, dear, in that lovely little piece of writing I was privy to, you had me as taking you,” he gave you a look, “up against the wall. I’m sorry but that simply will not do. The fact of the matter is that any partner would be far to inconvenienced physically to truly, ahem, enjoy it. Not to mention, with the extraordinary height difference between us, there would be no way facial contact could happen.”

Well, you supposed you hadn’t thought of that. But it was fanfiction. What did it matter if the physics were wrong? A lot, evidently. At least to Alastor.

“So that is why, darling,” he continued, “I will be having my way with you on the mattress instead. It’s much more comfortable than a wall, you see.”

Uhm what?

Your eyes went wide. Now even if you wanted to talk, you were absolutely speechless.

Alastor must’ve noticed your look of befuddlement because he responded, “That is what you wanted, right? I may be a predator, but I would never take advantage of someone in that way,” Oh well at least he had standards.

“Yes, I… I want it. I want you.”

That was what he had wanted to hear. He joined you on the mattress, placing his hand on your shoulder, leaning in close to you.

“Isn’t this so much better than all those silly things you’ve written?”

Okay now that pissed you off a bit. Yeah, your fanfiction may not have been sublime, but it was certainly not silly.

“Well, no, not really,” you retorted. Alastor raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It’d be a lot better if you would actually, you know, do something.”

“Dearest, some things needn’t be rushed,” he seemed taken aback.

“Yeah? Well some things needn’t take all day,” you mocked him.

Oh that set him off. Suddenly he was on you, pushing you into the mattress while removing your top. He ran his hands down your body, over your still-clothed bust.

“As much as I adore seeing modern day lingerie, I do think this will get in the way of our activities, don’t you?” He snapped his fingers and your bra was gone, chest laid bare before him.

“Now isn’t that better? Much easier to work with,” he appraised your body, his eyes grazed over your entire body, focusing on your bare breasts. He clearly had control over his body, but that didn’t stop the fact that a blush still crept onto his cheeks.

“Ah, yeah, it’s better. But what about you? Don’t you need to remove some of that too?” It was only fair, after all.

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. Just a moment,” he removed his coat and laid it neatly on a nearby chair, snapping his fingers to remove his bow tie. Turning around, he began undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, eventually unfastening them all and removing it.

You still couldn’t really process that this was actually happening. In your room. With Alastor. But here you were, waiting to be devoured (you hoped in a good way).

“Is this what you expected? Surely it must surpass expectations,” he smiled at you, brows raised. This time he received an affirmation, much to his obvious pleasure.

“Yeah, you’re different from what I, uh, expected,” in a good way you wanted to say, but you didn’t want to stroke his ego any more than necessary.

He was exceedingly tall and lanky, all long limbs and wiry muscle. His slim waist smoothed out to slim hips, making his chest appear even more broad than it already was.

“Of course it’s good, darling. That reminds me, in that adorable little piece of writing, it did see to me that you quite enjoyed me calling you that. Is that right?”

The way your body betrayed you was more than enough of an answer for him, your face heating up in an obvious blush as he asked the question. You didn’t even have to answer him, you knew he could already tell.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a definite yes, then,” he moved onto the bed, leaning over your body and making full use of the considerable size difference.

“Why don’t you touch me, doll, I don’t bite,” oh you were quite sure he did, but that was another story entirely. You willingly obliged him, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers.

“You know, I don’t let just anyone have the privilege of touching me, not just sexually, as this would be, but otherwise. It take quite a lot for me to be comfortable enough with them,” he confessed to you. Although it wasn’t really a confession, he wasn’t vulnerable like he should be during one. No, it was almost like his telling you was a hold in and of itself, yet another way to have power over you. You didn’t complain, though.

He bent down to you, running his mouth over your neck, over your pulse, drinking in your scent.

“Darling,” there was that word again, “Do you know how absolutely captivating you are?” When he pulled back to look at you, his eyes were different. They were darker, somehow, more predatory, and dare you say it, lustful.

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you. He was so attractive like this.

“Alastor,” you begged, “Touch me, please.”

And he couldn’t help but give in to you. It was so very rare that he felt this way, why shouldn’t he indulge a little? He moved his hand over your breasts, stroking his fingers over the sensitive area and causing you to writhe.

“This, my dear, is an area I have little experience in, so you’ll have to forgive any mistakes I happen to make,” wait what?

“Wait, I thought you were going to correct my ideas? You said that they misrepresented you,” you were confused. He had most definitely said that.

“Yes, and I am correcting you! But I do have very little concept of this. Those things are not mutually exclusive, dearest.”

You supposed he was right, in the end.

He trailed his hands down your body, down to your pants you had worn that day.

“Be a dear and lift your hips for me.” You complied with his request, allowing him to unfasten your bottoms and pull them down your legs, folding and setting them to the side.

You felt exposed under his watchful gaze. He was still mostly clothed, and here you were in nothing but your underwear. Something about the power dynamic thrilled you.

He ran a finger down your clothed sex, enjoying the shudder than ran through your body.

“Is that what you wanted, doll? For me to touch you here?” You nodded. “Good,” and then he was pulling off the undergarment, laying it on top of your other clothes.

“My, would you look at how simply divine you are,” he spoke as his eyes devoured your bare sex. You were surely dripping by now, you could feel the slick running down your folds, and were positive it was painting a lovely picture for Alastor.

Taking a quick glance at his crotch, you could already see a sizable tent forming in his slacks. The thought of him getting that way because of you certainly didn’t help your predicament.

“Alastor?”

“Hmm, yes? What is it?”

“Take off your pants, please.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Dear, what did I tell you about patience?”

“Alastor,” you chided him, “You’re hard.”

He glanced down at himself. “Oh, it appears I am. What about that,” as he looked back at you.

“Do something about it,” you hissed.

“Very well then,” and he snapped his fingers, the remaining articles of clothing gone. Now fully undressed, he leaned onto the bed, somehow still holding dominance even with his lack of attire. You couldn’t fully see his dick and it was bothering you. You were sure this was intentional.

However, after making you squirm for a good minute, he did finally move. And when you saw it you could’ve cried. It was so large and gorgeous and weeping for attention. You were amazed at how he could stand to not do anything about it for so long. You would’ve been begging by that point, but he had the self control not to.

You couldn’t help but gawk at his dick. You couldn’t help but to imagine what it would feel like inside of you, how nicely it would stretch and fill you to the brim.

“See something you like, dear,” he gave himself a slow stroke with his eyes locked onto yours. The sound that left your mouth was nothing short of pathetic and embarrassing.

“You poor thing, I guess I should tend to you, shouldn’t I?” He leaned himself over you, brushing his hand against your upper thigh, so very close to where you needed it. You canted your hips up, attempting to receive some kind of friction against your sex.

He took mercy on you, sliding a single long finger up your slit, collecting your wetness on it. He eyed you carefully, making sure you had the reaction he had planned for.

“Hmm, you certainly are eager now, aren’t you? So tell me, should I prepare you beforehand, or would you prefer a stretch when I enter you.”

You were weak. Just the idea of it sent a spark through your core.

“Ah, Al, could you maybe,” you motioned with your hands, trying to gesture what you couldn’t get yourself to say. For once, he didn’t force you to reiterate a statement, and he deftly slid a finger into you.

You cried out, feeling him curl and flex inside you, brushing against your walls in such a skillful manner. For someone with, to quote, very little experience, he was making you feel awfully good very fast.

Seeing how easily you responded to him, he added another, stretching you open and preparing you for him. He curled his fingers inside you, sliding them in you so wonderfully. Your hips were bucking into his hand, you needed him. It had only been a moment of this, but you were so wet and ready for him, slickness sliding down onto your thighs, soaking through the sheets.

When he removed his fingers you could’ve cried, afraid that he was going to continue to tease you.You were surprised when he lowered his body to yours, then, his hand grasping his cock and guiding it to your entrance.

You felt it part your folds, the tip slipping easily into you. You fluttered around him, anticipation nearly doing you in.

“That okay, darling?” As much as he clearly needed this, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He didn’t want to hurt you, even if he was an occasionally vile creature.

“Mn, yes. More please,” you begged.

“Whatever you say, dear,” and he thrust himself into you, all the way to the hilt. He seemed surprised you could take all of him. Truth be known, you were surprised as well. But you were oh so glad that you did.

He stared at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to adjust to him. Sweet of him, you thought to yourself, But I really don’t need it.

“Could you move, please?”

“Of course.”

And then he pulled himself back, almost all he way out, before thrusting himself back into you again. He wasn’t quick in his motions, not wanting to wear you, or himself, out too quickly. He wanted to savor this, he wanted you to savor this. So his thrusts were deep and calculated, pushing upward against your walls in the most delightful of ways. You were keening underneath him, could’ve cried from how good he felt inside you.

“Alastor, you stretch me so good,” you gasped, your hips moving on their own.

“That’s because you take all of me so well, sweetheart. I can see just how much you would enjoy me filling you to the brim.”

The only reply you could make was an unrestricted moan of his name. You didn’t even notice how you clenched around him, causing his hips to jerk out of rhythm, you were too caught up in your own pleasure, so close to the brink already. Your eyes were glazed over in lust, focused on his face, flushed from exertion.

Moving his hand down to where the two of you were joined, he began circling your clit with his fingers, eager to bring you to your release. That touch was all you needed, and suddenly you were clenching around him, pulling him in closer as you came on his cock. You whined under him, feeling a few tears run down your face as he continued to massage your clit through your orgasm.

The sight of you coming undone under him, because of him, had Alastor nearing his peak as well. It had been so very long since he had last done this kind of thing, and the heat and slickness of you had him losing himself. He pumped himself into you as he felt himself tense, pleasure building until he was thrown over the edge.

He grit his teeth, groaning as his body stilled, his cum spilling into you in bursts. His eyes were shut as the feeling washed over him, eternal smile gone from his features as he lost himself inside you.

As he came down from his high, panting heavily, he slumped over you further, his body relaxing.

“Was that as good as expected, dearest?” Despite being out of breath, he still managed to keep his voice smooth, which wasn’t all that shocking, really.

“Much better, thank you,” you told him as he pulled himself out of you, laying himself across the bed beside of you.

“Good to know,” he played idly with your hair, brushing it back and moving it out of your face. You felt exhaustion overcome you suddenly, but like always, Alastor was quiet until he suddenly wasn’t.

“Now, darling, earlier when I was reading your fiction, I came across something involving my tentacles. Care to elaborate on that?”

You could’ve died.

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Temptation

Requested?: Yes.

Summary: Your super soldier boyfriend is buried in his work one night when he was supposed to be with you. Being impatient and a bit needy, you go to his office and try to get his attention. When he doesn’t give it to you, you end up showing him something you know he can’t say no to.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Smut. Basically straight porn with a plot. Swearing. Masturbating. Unprotected Sex. Office sex. A bit of Dom!Steve. Oral sex (Male and female receiving). Calling Steve “Captain” bc we all know he’d get so hard over that.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

You currently lay in bed, scrolling through your phone. It’s around 7:30 PM, and your boyfriend Steve, was still in his office working.

You started dating ten months ago. About six months in, you both agreed to just start sharing a room in the tower since you were always spending the night together anyways. So that’s how things were now. You and Steve always had a rule: No working past 7 PM or before 9 AM, missions excluded of course.

You had texted him twenty minutes ago, asking him if he was done for the evening.

Stevie: No, doll. I’m sorry. I’m gonna be at least another couple of hours. Go ahead and have dinner and go to bed. I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished I promise. I love you.

His text was cute and sweet as always, but pissed you off nonetheless.

Steve usually took your ‘no work from 7 to 9’ rule very seriously. He even enforced it when you tried to go and work out a little in the evenings. Occasionally he would let you, as long as he could come with, but between 7 PM and 9 AM, that was your time to spend together. Not to work. Not to train. Not to do paperwork. No. Just to be together.

The fact that he was breaking the rule that he usually strongly enforced meant that whatever he was doing must’ve been important, but... You were nothing if not a bratty little girlfriend when you didn’t get your way.

That’s when an idea pops into your head that makes you giggle deviously, leading to you jumping off the bed and heading to the closet.

Once you’re fully dressed in your new ensemble, you do a bit of touch ups to your hair and makeup before leaving the room, and making your way to your boyfriends’ office.

Once you get there, you see the door cracked, allowing you to gently push it open and slip in. He looks up at you as you enter, and a smile crosses his angelic features.

“Hey sweetheart. What’re you doing? I told you to go eat something and go to bed.” He Says with a grin as you walk over, sitting across his lap in his office chair with your arms around his neck.

“Yeah but it’s after seven. What’s so important that it can’t be done after 9 tomorrow?” You ask, carding your fingers through his blonde locks. His hand gently caresses your thigh.

“A lot of paperwork for the Secretary of State, that’s what. He needs it filled out and turned in ASAP.” He says, moving his hand from your thigh and flipping through some of the pages.

“Then tell the Secretary of State that you will get it to him sometime after 9 AM tomorrow.” You say. He rolls his eyes with a smirk, looking at you.

“I would say that to anyone else but, not the Secretary of State, sweetheart. This has to be done tonight.” He Says.

“Well-“

Just as you start speaking, you’re cut off by his phone ringing. Once he picks it up and looks at the screen, he turns to you.

“Hold on baby I have to take this.” He says, bringing the phone to his ear as he starts speaking.

About five minutes into the call, you start getting annoyed. It was now past 8. And he was still working. It was time to take matters into your own hands.

As your boyfriend talks away on the phone, reaching over your legs to the desk where he flips through page after page of paperwork, you decide if your words won’t make him stop, maybe your actions will.

You lean in, pressing your lips against his jaw, leaving slow, open mouthed kisses on his neck and jawline. He tenses underneath you, trying to pull away from you to the best of his ability when you’re literally sitting on top of him.

You finally get to his sweet spot, stopping to swipe your tongue over it and nibble at it with your teeth. You hear his breath hitch in his throat, and you can’t help but quietly giggle. He begrudgingly pulls away though, putting his hand over the phone as he looks at you.

“Baby I promise I’ll be done in a couple of hours, okay?” He says, gently moving you from his lap. You move off of him with a huff of annoyance, watching as he continues with his phone call.

Fine, Rogers. Have it your way.

With him being hyper focused on the papers in front of him, he doesn’t even notice as you pull off your gray crop top, dropping it on the small couch over to the side, before undoing your denim shorts, and letting them fall to the floor.

You’re now stood in your new red lingerie. Steve, being the patriotic man he is, always loved seeing you in red or blue, and you knew this set would get him going the second he saw you.

Moving around the room, his eyes finally catch on you as you sit down in the chair across from his desk, propping your bare feet up on the edge.

His jaw tightens as he looks at you, and his eyes grow dark, but you manage to hold your poker face, looking around innocently and twirling your hair around your fingers.

“Yeah, let me put you on hold for just a second. I’ve got that file in my desk drawer I’ve just got to get to it.” He says, putting the phone on silent.

“Y/N, Sweetheart, go to bed. If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” He Says. You don’t even bother to reply. You just smirk at him as he brings the phone back to his ear, reading some things off of the paper in front of him to the other person on the line.

At this point, your already thin patience has completely disappeared, and you’re beyond frustrated. There’s an ache between your legs that only he can fix, but he’d rather talk on the damn phone.

After another couple minutes of squirming around in your chair to get the ache to go away, you throw caution to the wind, getting up and moving some things off of his desk. He watches you with furrowed brows, wondering why you’re standing there in your lingerie, and cleaning his desk off.

His questions are answered though, when you perch yourself up on the desk in front of him, and lay back. The cold wood stings your skin, but you couldn’t care less. You put one foot on each arm rest of his chair, leaving him sitting directly between your legs, before slowly slipping your hand into your panties, and rubbing slow, soft circles around your clit. Steve nearly drops the phone, making you giggle quietly. The feeling of your fingers on your clit brings you a little bit of relief, but you know you won’t be fully relieved until he’s railing you on his desk.

Steve tries to tear his eyes off of you, to focus on his phone call, but he can’t. You’re quietly whimpering, and he can smell your arousal. His cock is straining against his joggers, only making it more difficult to focus on the task at hand.

He watches you move a bit, hooking your thumbs into your panties as you pull them off, dropping them in his lap before assuming your previous position, legs spread on either side of him.

Your bare pussy is now maybe twelve inches away from his face, and it takes every bit of resolve that he has to not throw the phone across the room, and bury his face in your cunt, tasting you and devouring every drop that your body will give him.

The smell of you grows stronger now without the thin lace being in the way, and he can see your tight pink lips glistening with wetness as your fingers move back between your legs, and gliding down your slit.

You go back to rubbing soft circles around the sensitive little pearl, ignoring the sound of Steve still talking on the phone. Instead, your focus is fixated on how intently he’s watching you. Every bit of blue around his eyes is gone, and his pupils are dilated to the size of quarters. His free hand is on his crotch, stroking his hard cock through his joggers as he gazes at you.

Your fingers circle your clit a few more times, before gliding down, and slipping two inside yourself.

Steve can literally hear how wet you are and it’s only serving to further torture him.

“Steve.” You moan softly, curving your fingers inside yourself, as your palm presses against your clit.

You alternate between fingering yourself, and rubbing your clit. With Steve looking at you the way he is, it didn’t take long for your orgasm to start creeping up on you, beginning with the burning in your lower belly that slowly spreads over your whole body.

“Don’t you dare.” Steve says, pulling the phone away from his ear to speak, before continuing his conversation.

Of course, you don’t listen, and you continue rubbing fast circles around your clit until your back is arching off the desk. You bite back a moan, letting it out as a ragged breath when you release.

At this point, Steve is so furious and turned on that he can’t even focus on what’s being said to him on the phone. How could he when his girlfriend is sprawled across his desk, fingering herself right in front of him?

“That will be great. I’ll call you tomorrow. Thank you.” Steve Says, his words short and to-the-point as he hangs up the phone, throwing it on the desk beside him. He looks at you while you’re sucking the juices off your fingers.

“What the hell are you thinking, Y/N?” He asks, standing up between your legs.

“I’m thinking that I’m fucking horny and you’re not paying attention to me.” You say. He grips your jaw in his hand, pulling you up to a sitting position, your face only inches from his.

“I would’ve been more than happy to fuck you once I got back to our room later... But since you decided to lie across my desk and make me watch you fingering yourself, plans have changed. Not to mention, I told you not to cum, and you did it anyways... How would you feel if I cuffed you to the bed, and made you watch as I jerked off right in front of you? If I made you watch as I covered you in my cum, but never once touched you?” He says, still tightly holding your jaw in his fingers.

“Wouldn’t feel good, would it?” He asks. You shake your head, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Exactly, and I should do that... But, I made you a promise, sweetheart. I’ve had to stop working. That means you’re not gonna be able to walk for a week.” He says, stepping back to pull you up off the desk, and turning you around, bending you over the surface.

“Put your hands behind your back. Don’t move.” He says. You quickly comply, interlocking your hands on your lower back as his own palms are rubbing your ass, gripping the flesh in his hands before you feel a hard smack to one cheek. Your body jolts forward on instinct, and you moan out, pushing your ass back against his bulge.

“You look so good like this. I really think you need to be punished, sweetheart.” He says, his hands still gripping your ass.

“Whatever you want, Captain.” You reply, earning a groan from Steve, before he lands yet another hard smack to your ass, getting another moan out of you as he soothes the skin with his warm palms.

“You know, the spankings don’t seem to be a good punishment anymore. You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, little one.” He says, leaning over to leave a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“I might have to resort to another punishment… Maybe since you decided to cum when I told you not to, I should just make you leave and go to bed. You’ve already had your fun, right?” He asks. You start to panic a little, wondering if he really would send you back to your room without even giving you what you came here for.

“No! Please! I’ll do anything just please don’t make me go.” You whine. Steve smirks down at you, knowing damn well that he could never turn you away when you’re so wet and ready for him.

“Are you gonna be good and start doing as I say? Are you gonna listen to me?” He asks, moving his finger to your exposed slit, gently swiping it through your juices.

“Fuck! Yes baby I promise I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you say just please!” You keen. Steve lets out a dark chuckle before slowly slipping a finger inside you, feeling the way your walls clench around the digit, almost as if you’re pulling him in.

“You got yourself so worked up, baby. You’re soaking wet.” He says, pulling the one finger out and replacing it with two. He watches in awe as his fingers slip out of you, then disappear inside you once more.

“Captain, please…” You whine, your head resting against the mahogany desk as he curls his fingers inside you, making an audible squelching noise that normally would’ve embarrassed you, but right now you’re far too aroused to care.

“Shh… I got you, sweetheart. Just relax. Let me take care of you.” He says, gently pulling his fingers to his mouth, cleaning your juices off of them.

“Mmm… You always taste so good baby.” He says, making you squirm against the desk at the mental picture of him sucking the remnants of you from his fingers.

“What do I taste like, Captain?” You ask, trying to remain still as you feel his lips on your ass.

“Like raspberries and honey.” He says, gripping your cheeks in his hands and gently pulling them apart, allowing him full access to delve his tongue into the tangy sweetness of your pussy. You suck in a harsh breath, letting it out as a moan when he pulls your labia between his plump lips, sucking it into his mouth where his tongue teases the sensitive flesh.

“Steve! Oh god!” You moan. He removes his mouth from your folds for a moment. You don’t even have time to complain about it before he’s sinking his teeth into your ass cheek. His bite is hard, and it sends chills up your spine.

“You know what to call me, baby.” He says. You let out a whimper as his tongue licks at the forming bite mark on your cheek, soothing the skin where he knew there’d be a bruise in the morning.

“Captain, please. Your mouth feels so good.” You moan, pushing your hips back against him. Steve is having none of it though. He is far stronger than you, and all it takes is his hands gripping your thighs to push you back in place.

“Relax baby. I’m not finished yet.” He says, reattaching his mouth to your pussy. He dips his tongue into your entrance, getting a full taste as your juices practically pour into his mouth. He groans out against you, swallowing every drop that you can offer him before reaching his hand up between your legs, his thumb gently rubbing at your clit. With both his mouth and his finger working you over, you quickly turn into mess of moans and whimpers.

“Captain! O-Oh god…”

Steve listens to your breathing getting heavier, and he knows you’re close. He presses his thumb just a little harder on your clit, sucking your labia into his mouth once more.

Only a few seconds later, you hit your peak, falling into euphoria as Steve’s sinful mouth works you over.

Steve has always loved eating you out. Not only does he love the taste of you, but he loves the view. When you’re on your back, he can always look up, seeing your body rolling with pleasure while your fingers pinch and tease your nipples. When you’re on your stomach, he can grip your ass and gently pull you apart, revealing both of your holes for him to devour as he pleases. When you’re riding his face, he nearly loses his mind. He always wraps his arms around your thighs, and pleasures you by fucking you with his tongue. He gets to look up at you, body trembling and quivering from overstimulation, but he knows you can’t move, not with his arms locked around your thighs. Those are the times he knows he can lock you down, and make you cum repeatedly, until you’re begging him to stop. One time he even made you squirt a bit while riding his face. At that point he had already made you cum four times in a row, just with his lips and tongue working you over, and on the fifth time, he was beyond pleased to feel the warm liquid pouring into his mouth and down his chin. He drank every drop he could before finally releasing his grip on you. He had made you squirt before quite a few times during your rougher nights of sex, but he never thought he could get you there with just his mouth.

Steve pulls away from you, licking his lips to get every last taste of you that he can before standing, pulling you up off the desk to face him.

“As good as this looks on you baby, I want it off. Then get on your knees.” He says, his fingers grazing over the soft lace of your bra.

You quickly comply, unclasping the bra and throwing it to the side as you drop onto your knees. Steve sits back in his chair, looking at you.

“I want that pretty little mouth on me, sweetheart.”

As soon as those words leave him, he swears he sees your eyes light up. Immediately you scramble to pull down his joggers and boxer briefs, his hard cock springing free and laying against his stomach. You take him in your hand, softly stroking him before taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses as his head tips back against the chair, and you hum around his length, taking more and more of him in.

“Fuck… That’s it baby. Keep going.” He says, encouraging you as his knuckles lovingly graze your cheek. With Steve being so big, it took you a bit of practice to get to the point where you could take all of him in. It led to a lot of sore mouth and neck muscles but you finally got there.

When Steve feels your throat expanding and contracting around him, he nearly loses it, pushing your hair back to watch you go further, until your nose is presses against his base, and his balls are touching your chin.

“Y/N! Fuck!” He groans, feeling you swallowing around him, making your throat tighten around him. He moans before pulling out of your mouth. You inhale a deep breath, leaning in to take him back down your throat, but he stops you.

“No baby. If you keep going I’m gonna cum in your mouth, and I need to be inside you. C’mere.” He says, pulling you up off the floor and sitting you back up on the desk.

“Baby.. Take your shirt off.” You whine, your fingers reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. He chuckles and grips the white fabric, pulling it off his frame.

“Happy?” He asks, earning him a nod as your hands move up his bare chest.

“You must’ve been hurting for me pretty bad to come in here and interrupt me, huh baby?” He asks, gently pushing you to lie back on the desk.

“Yes. Fuck. I need you so bad it hurts, baby.” You say.

“How about we fix that?” He says, plunging his cock into you in one swift movement.

“Steve! Fuck!” You scream, as your back arches up off the wooden desk. Without giving you time to adjust, he starts a rough, fast pace that already has your head spinning only two seconds in.

This is what you’d been longing for; to feel him balls deep inside you, to feel his hands gripping the supple flesh of your thighs as he rammed into you. You needed this.

Steve knew damn well that once you got in this kind of mood, there was only one way to satiate your needs, and it’s like this. Normally he would take his time, kissing and licking you all over before he fucks you, slow and deep, the way he knows will have you writhing against him and begging for more. But when you get in this kind of mood, he knows you won’t be satisfied until he’s slamming his cock into your soaking walls, making you cum over and over before finally filling you with his seed. He knew how badly you had to be craving him to come and blatantly interrupt his work. If you were craving him that bad, he’s glad you came to him. He hates the thought of you locked away in your bedroom, trying to fulfill your needs all by yourself. That’s his job, and he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to do it yourself.

“God baby you’re so wet. You feel so fucking good.” Steve Says, holding your thighs open as he pounds you against the desk.

“Fuck!! Ahhhh! Please don’t stop! Oh my god, please don’t stop!” You scream, your body finally coming alive at the feeling of him inside you, pressing into every single sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.

Your hand moves between your legs, rubbing quick two-finger circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moan, your thighs attempting to close on the own accord, but Steve’s grip on them is firm, keeping you exposed to him as he fucks into you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He Says. Your free hand grips at the edge of the desk, and you release, your third orgasm coming over you like a hot shower.

Steve’s thrust slow down, before he pulls out of you completely, eliciting a long whine from your throat.

“More! Please more!” You moan. Steve smiles to himself as he picks you up, carrying you over to the small couch over to the side.

“On your knees, baby.” He Says. With shaky legs, Steve helps you move around, getting you on your knees with your face against the cushions. His hands caress your ass, gripping and massaging the thick supple flesh in his hands before slowly slipping inside you once more.

“F-Fuuuuck!” You scream, moans coming out broken now due to how wrecked you are.

“Shit baby. C’mere.” He says, pulling you up by your shoulders so that his chest is pressed against your back. One arm wraps around your waist, while the other hand is gently wrapped around your throat. Your own hands are grasping onto his thick forearms, loving the way his muscles are shifting beneath the skin.

“Steve! Harder, please, fuck me harder!” You scream. Steve groans against your shoulder, before speeding up his thrusts. Your resolve starts to crumble, feeling your thighs shaking under you. If it hadn’t been for Steve’s iron grip on you, you would’ve collapsed by now.

“B-Baby, I’m so c-close!” You scream. Steve’s hand slowly slides down your body, reaching your clit to rub slow, soft circles around it.

“Cum for me, baby. I’m right here with you.” Steve says, feeling his own release building up inside him. When your walls tighten and flutter around him, he can’t fight it back anymore, so he succumbs to it, his hips stuttering as he groans against your shoulder.

“Fuck, Steve! Fuuuuck... OH!” You moan, your body going slack against Steve’s as you feel his warmth filling you.

He slowly removes himself from you, feeling you nearly collapse in his arms. He picks you up, lying down on the couch with you on his chest.

“Are you alright, little one?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair.

“Me? I’m fucking great.” You reply with a giggle. A laugh rumbled through his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I interrupted your work.” You say softly, tracing your finger over his chest. Steve places his hand over yours before bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m glad you did. I’m sorry I broke our rule. I just... Feel like I have so much to do. So little time... And I’m worried it’s just gonna keep piling up.” He Says. You pull away from him, getting up and reaching for your clothes.

“Let me help you. With both of us working on everything, we can get it done in half the time.” You say, pulling on your panties as you speak. Steve pulls his own joggers back into place as he sits up, looking at you.

“That’s not your responsibility, sweetheart. You don’t have to-“

“I want to, Stevie. I don’t want you feeling so stressed about this. Let me help you. You know we work well together. What would take you three hours we could probably have done in a fraction of the time.” You say. A smile graces his features, watching you slip on your shorts, which he’s only now noticing are his favorites on you.

“It’s late. You should be resting. Are you sure you want to be cooped up in here with me?” He asks, laughing when he sees you roll your eyes at him.

“Yes Steve, because spending time with you is just, absolute torture.” You say, leaning in to peck his lips.

“Alright, alright. Well, let’s get to work. No more distractions.” He Says, pointing his finger at you with a smile.

“I make no promises, Captain.”

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way-veee · 4 years

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yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 4

you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.

your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.

“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.

he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.

“oh im working on a school report.”

he nods, “i miss school.”

“did you.. go to school?”

he blushes at you embarrassed.

“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”

“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”

you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”

taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment.

“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”

you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.

“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”

he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.

you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.

you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.

“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.

“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.

“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.

“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.

“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”

“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”

he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.

“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.

because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.

“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”

kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.

when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.

then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.

while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.

you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.

after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.

“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.

“what thing?” lucas asks.

“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.

“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.

“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.

kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.

“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”

you nod, like these guys could be serious.

“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.

it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.

the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.

“we hear you can play the piano?”

you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.

“yes, i use to play a lot more.”

you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.

“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks

“oh, no i don’t think i can,”

they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”

the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.

“boys? are you in there?”

fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.

you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.

“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.

you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”

before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.

“we have to hide you now!”

“where?”

“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet details!”

“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.

“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.

“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”

he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.

the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.

“aagh!”

they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.

“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.

“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”

you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.

bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.

the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”

“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.

“not worth their attention?” winwin adds

“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.

“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.

“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.

“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,

“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”

the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.

you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.

“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.

“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.

“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.

“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.

“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”

you nod earnestly waiting.

“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”

“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.

you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.

“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”

“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”

“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”

“oh..” xiaojun says defeated.

“i had something better in mind” you smirk.

they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.

“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”

“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.

“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”

everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.

“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”

“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”

“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”

“how do you know this?” lucas replies.

“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.

“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.”

“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.

ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”

“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says.

the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.

“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”

“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.

“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.

“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.”

the boys look up at you with big round eyes.

“but we want you here.” yangyang says.

“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling.

you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.

“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.

“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.

“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.

they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.

“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.

“wait but isn’t that in four days?”

“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.

“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”

the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.

“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.

“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.

“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.

“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.

they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.

part 5

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morkhan · 5 years

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Will Byers is Gay: The Evidence So Far

With the release of Stranger Things 3, there has been a lot of discussion kicked up about the character of Will Byers and his sexuality (or lack thereof). I've seen a lot of takes about what "it's not my fault you don't like girls" was intended to mean, many of which seem to take it in isolation, so I wanted to make a post putting it into what I think is its proper context; not an isolated incident, but the latest carriage in veritable train of queer themed language and imagery that has followed Will Byers since episode one of season one, and before that. You ready? Alright, let's go.

Season Zero: the Montauk Files

Before Stranger Things became Stranger Things, it was called Montauk. Like many would-be show makers, the Duffer Bros put together a "show bible" describing the premise, setting, tone, and characters of the show they intended to make. Like many shows, a lot of these ideas changed or were lost on their way to the screen, but it's always worth looking into their original concepts. Here is their description of Will Byers in the Montauk show bible:

Obviously, the major whammy there is in the first line "sexual identity issues." But there are some other interesting notes, like his "colorful clothes" that you might want to keep a lookout for on your next rewatch. Now, onto...

Season 1

The thing to pay attention to regarding Will in season 1 is in the language used to refer to him when he is not present (which he isn't for most of the season).

Episode 1: the subject of bullying comes up right away in the conversation between Joyce and Hopper. "The kids, they're mean. They laugh at him, laugh at his clothes, call him names." "What's wrong with his clothes?" "I don't know!" This harkens back to the Montauk show bible, but it's arguable, since it's never made clear what about his clothes draws ire.

She also mentions that he is "sensitive," "not like most," and that his dad said he was "queer" and called him a "fag." Hopper asks "is he?" to which she replies "He's missing is what he is!"

Episode 3: Troy says he's not missing, he's dead. "Probably killed by some other queer."

Episode 4: Troy, again "Will's in fairyland, flying around with all the other little fairies, all happy and gay."

Sensitive, queer, fag, fairy, and gay are all used to describe Will in season 1, but perhaps more notable is the fact that they aren't used to describe anyone else. If the show were truly period accurate, let's be real; the whole party would've been called queers on a pretty regular basis, because "queer" doubled as a generic insult back then. But in season 1, these words are only ever used in relation to Will, with one exception; in episode 6, Steve says to Will's brother, "I used to think you were queer." So it's not even an active accusation in that moment; it's used in the negative.

Hell, Troy walked up to Lucas mockingly proposing to Mike and proclaiming his love for him, and he still didn't call them queers. That language is reserved for Will.

Now granted, most of these are used as insults by characters who don't like Will, but still; as a writer, if you want your audience to remember something, repetition is an excellent way to embed it in their minds. There's a reason for the specificity of language surrounding Will, and a reason that language keeps coming up over and over and over again.

Season 2

Season 2 retires much of the homophobic language used to insult Will, replacing it with "Zombie Boy." The only homophobic language used in season 2 is the word "faggot," used by Billy's father to refer to Billy, who expresses a clear interest in women (and an arguable interest in one particular man, but that's the subject of another post).

Still, there is an arguable bit of queer theming in Will's conversation with Jonathan regarding the benefits of being a "freak" and how normal people never accomplish anything. Jonathan even invokes bisexual icon David Bowie to make Will feel better about his "freakishness."

The clearest piece of queer theming for Will in season 2 comes in episode 8, in this beautiful speech from Joyce to Possessed Will:

"When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons, do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all your friends got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn't from a movie. It was YOUR spaceship; a RAINBOW Ship, that's what you called it. And you, you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald's, and I put it up. I told everyone who came in, 'My son drew this.' And you were so embarrassed, but I was so proud. I was so, so proud."

This is one of the most powerful memories of her son that Joyce has, an image so strong and distinct that she uses it to invoke his true identity against the monster that is slowly subsuming him. She notes very specifically that it's not something he copied, but something that came entirely from Will himself, an image that she felt represented him so perfectly that she took it with her to work and proudly touted it as his to everyone she knew. The Rainbow Ship is Joyce's picture of her son's very heart, and surely I don't need to explain to you how powerful a piece of queer imagery the rainbow is.

Some subtextual stuff; in episode 9, when the girl asks Will to dance, he stammers "I... I don't..." and only goes to dance with her when Mike literally pushes him towards her.

During the final montage, the scene cuts to different characters in time with appropriate lines from the song: "every move you make" cuts to Mike and El (as he is teaching her to dance), "every vow you break" cuts to Nancy dancing with Dustin (as she technically cheated on Steve with Jonathan), "I'll be watching you" cuts to Lucas dancing with Max (as she has playfully called him 'stalker' all season). What line cuts to Will? "Every smile you fake," specifically on the word fake, while Will dances with a girl wearing this expression:

That is not a real smile, that is not a comfortable boy, and that is not an accident; Noah Schnapp is one of the best actors in the entire show, and of the young boys, he is the one the Duffers trust most to do dramatic heavy lifting.

Do you want it to be a little more explicit? Okay, here is that scene in the script:

I mean, that pretty much speaks for itself. It's less explicit in the actual show, but it's still there, you know?

Season 3

And now, the biggest and most explicit thing to date; The Scene. I mean, you could discuss the obvious subtext in the simple fact that Will is the only male main character who has yet to find a girlfriend or express any interest in girls whatsoever, but that pales in comparison to The Scene.

The setup for The Scene is pretty simple; after declaring "a day free of girls" in order to get his friends to run the D&D campaign he's probably spent a significant amount of time creating, his friends have blown him off to continue bemoaning their girl troubles, so Will has decided to leave. Mike, realizing too late that he has genuinely upset his friend, chases after him to try and get him to come back.

A back-and-forth argument ensues, where Will accuses Mike of ruining the party and abandoning his friends in favor of girls, and Mike, in the heat of the moment, responds with "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" After which, everything stops. There is a full second of silence, and a close up on Noah Schnapp's face so you can take in his reaction.

There is a lot to unpack here. Now, acting is up to interpretation to a degree, but to me, that expression conveys two primary emotions; shock, and betrayal. That face says "how could you?" Because here's the thing; regardless of what Mike does or doesn't know about Will's sexuality, Mike knows for a fact that Will has been called a queer all his life by everyone from his school bullies to his own fucking dirtbag father. By invoking even the specter of that, Mike has crossed a fucking line, and he knows it. And we know he knows it, because he immediately backtracks and tries to mitigate the damage. But it's too late. The damage has been done.

I also think there is a tinge of fear in that image. Just a moment of soul raking panic that pretty much every closeted queer person knows intimately. It's very brief. But I think it's there, if you look.

This scene sends Will into an emotional tailspin that culminates in him tearing down the literal last bastion of his childhood in a fit of sorrow and rage. His innocence has been destroyed. He cannot regain what he has lost, and he can never go back to the way things were before. This is the emotional climax of his arc for season three. It's a powerful one-- shame it comes in the third of eight episodes, but that's neither here nor there.

And that's pretty much it for now. Any one of these things taken in isolation could be very easily dismissed, but here's the thing; they aren't isolated incidents. They are part of a clear and consistent pattern, one that goes all the way back to the show's inception, before even one minute of footage was filmed. And this pattern points to one very obvious conclusion; the Duffer Brothers have always intended, and continue to intend, for Will Byers to be gay.

Now, for the obvious question; why haven't they made it explicit yet?

The answer is as unfortunate as it is obvious; I don't know.

It's entirely possible that there is some external force that the Duffers have to answer to that is preventing them from actively pursuing this particular storyline. This happens all the time in Hollywood, and it could be anything from Netflix to Noah Schnapp's parents to Noah Schnapp himself just being uncomfortable with it. Many are the creators who dream Big Gay Dreams only to run into the horrors of our Forced Hetero Reality. If the Duffers ultimately submit to these pressures, I hope you won't be too hard on them. This shit is harder than you think to get to the screen sometimes.

But it's also possible that they just aren't ready for it yet. That they have been saving this for a future storyline, that they just want their characters (and the actors) to get a little older before they pursue this particular storyline explicitly, but they've been busily laying groundwork for it so that anyone paying attention will know it's coming.

I don't know. Only time will tell for sure.

For now, I can tell you this; I see a great deal of evidence that the Duffers still intend for Will to be gay, and precisely zero that they have changed their minds.

I hope that holds true.

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Seduction (Neganxreader college professor AU)

You've been trying to suduce your professor since you started his class, one day it finally works.

Gif not mine, full credit to the maker.

Requested by @walkingdead96

*rating* explicit

*warnings* student/teacher relationship, graphic descriptions of sex, rough oral sex, ruined orgasm, edging, daddy kink, Negan being an asshole.

From the moment you'd started his class last semester you'd had a thing for Negan.

Despite the fact that he was probably twice your age and your professor, he was ridiculously hot. He had this confidence, this swagger about him, that drew you to him like some kind of sexual magnetic pull, just his voice alone is enough to make you want to drop your panties. Usually you were a good student, your academics mattered to you, you always paid attention in class, but sometimes it was hard to concentrate on what Negan was teaching when all you could think about when he gestured to something on the board were those long fingers doing something else.

You try to pull your mind out of the gutter.

Goddamn you need to get laid.

The problem was it never worked, none of those men were Negan.

You had tried to seduce him, even regularly volunteering to stay after class and help with grading, or clean up, or whatever else he needed, but he always politely turned you down.

“And that concludes today's class. Kevin, try not to be so goddamn high next class,” everyone laughed and the stoner kid who always sat in the back of class looked embarrassed, “and Y/N I'd like to speak with you in private.”

Usually it freaked you out when your teachers asked you to stay late, but not with Negan. Anytime you got to be alone with him was fine by you.

You wait by his desk for your classmates to file out of the room, once they're gone you lean down on Negan's desk, pushing your tits up to give him a little peek of cleavage and the black and red lace bra you were wearing.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you ask.

“Please just call me Negan. So the semester is coming to an end soon, and a little birdie told me that you're graduating this year, making this your last year in my class. I was wondering if you might be interested in doing a little extra credit project with me?” Negan watches you intently while he speaks, and you get the feeling this might be your last chance to finally seduce him.

You reach into your bag and pull out a lollipop, peeling the wrapper off and teasingly licking it before slipping the candy between your lips, and thrusting it into your cheek.

He watches you, and just when you think he's going to reject you something changes about him, his eyes darkened with lust, his lips curling into a smirk, his whole demeanor changed.

“Or maybe you're looking for a different kind of extra credit project?”

He stands from the desk, approaching from behind you.

“You've been trying to fuck me since you walked into this class, and I've behaved myself, I've turned you down, I did what I'm supposed to as a professor. But it's getting to be too much.” he walks over to the door and flicks the lock shut.

“First with the sexy little outfits, the little peaks of lingerie, the sucking on those fucking lollipops.” still leaning on the desk, too surprised to move, he pushes your top half further down, his hand slides down over the curve of your ass, and leans down to whisper in your ear “So you know what? I'm not gonna resist it anymore. And you're gonna get it now.” you feel wetness pool in your panties at his words.

“I'm gonna need you on your knees.” you do as he says and drop down onto the floor on your knees.

“Good girl, now shirt off, leave the bra though.” you obey again without question.

He reaches for his own belt buckle and undoes his pants, pulling out his already half erect member. You'd guessed Negan was well endowed, but he was really packing.

“You think you can take it?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy.” it slips out before you can think it through. What if he's turned off by your kink? What if you just blew your chance?

Thankfully for you and your soaking wet, very needy pussy, his smirk only grows wider.

“Good, because daddy is gonna need you to swallow every last inch. Do you understand?” you nod, and take his cock in your hand. He isn't fully erect yet, so you pull a trick you learned from your freshman year roommate, and you swallow him only half hard. He lets out a surprised moan, and it's the sexiest thing you've ever heard.

You almost gag on his length, but take a deep breath through your nose and regain control.

You pull off with a soft pop and tongue his tip, licking a drop of salty precome off. You suck his tip back in your mouth, staring up at him, making your eyes look as innocent and doe like as you can.

“That's a good girl, I'm going to fuck your throat now, okay?” you nod.

He grabs a handful of your hair and begins thrusting his hips, slowly at first, but then roughly.

Your eyes begin to water but you swallow him down eagerly.

“Damn babygirl.”

You let him have his way with your mouth, until he pulls away himself. Probably getting close to coming and not ready to be done with you just yet.

He pulls you to your feet, and spins you so that your back is to him and you're facing his desk, he pushes your top half down again, this time his hand trails down your bare back, his touch is soft, almost loving now. A stark contrast with how rough he was being mere moments ago. When he reaches your waist his fingers undo the buttons on your jeans, and tug them down to bunch around your feet.

His hands go back to your ass, softly brushing over the curve before he delivers a hard smack, you weren't expecting it, and you instinctively jerk away from him.

“Oh uh, sorry, are you not into that kinda shit?” he apologized, backing away a little.

“No, I am.” you admit “It just surprised me.”

“Good, I was hoping you like it rough and dirty.” you nod, giving him your consent to really go for it.

And he does.

“Did you touch yourself thinking about this moment?” he asked hand still cupping your ass.

“Yes.” you admit.

“How many times?”

“I don't know, lost count.” you're telling the truth, but you get another hard smack on the ass over your panties, followed by his hand gently rubbing the sting away.

“When was the last time?”

“Last night.” he smirks, giving your ass one last smack.

“You are horny for it, college boys these days just don't know how to treat a lady do they? You want daddy to show you what it's like to get fucked by a real man?”

“Yes daddy!” you whimper.

“Let's see how wet you are.” he slips his hand inside your panties, stroking your slit up and down with the tip of one finger, teasing it over your clit before pressing it into your entrance. You bite down on your lip to hold back the moan of pure pleasure just knowing that a part of Negan's body is inside you gives you.

He finds your sweet spot with no problem, stroking it a few times before he withdraws his hand. Letting your panties snap back into place.

“Damn you're already soaked.” you hear the distant sound of him sucking your juices off his fingers, and you can't hold back the moan anymore.

“Careful baby girl, we're in a classroom, don't get us caught.” he reminds you as he pulls your panties off, exposing you to him fully.

He takes his cock in his hand, and slowly guides it to your entrance, sliding just the tip inside you, getting it wet with your juices before slowly rubbing his tip against your slit. Working your clit with it until you're a squirming mess, desperate for him to stop the teasing and fuck your brains out.

“You ready for me to fuck you now?” he asks, still teasing you.

“Yes!” you practically groan.

You yelp in surprise when his hand comes down on your ass again “Yes what?”

“Yes daddy!” you respond and he rubs the sting away.

“Good girl.” he goes back to rubbing your slit one more time before he lines himself up with entrance and enters you with a smooth but hard thrust that sends your body jerking forward against his desk.

It's his turn to let out a moan now, but he still does a better job then you at keeping quiet.

Every time he thrusts he pulls all the out until just his tip is inside you and slams forward again, rubbing against your sweet spot deep inside you every time and making your body bounce against the desk, you can already tell your pussy is going to be so deliciously sore tomorrow. He makes you feel so full, and he's fucking you so deeply from behind.

Each thrust sends you closer and closer to the edge, and before long you can't keep quiet anymore, your moans are so loud they echo off the walls.

Negan silences you by slipping his fingers into your mouth.

“There we go, just suck my fingers like a good girl while I make you come.” He uses his other hand to reach around your front to rub circles around your clit, working the little bundle of nerves until your sure you're about to explode.

And then he stops everything. Leaving you hanging on the brink, bent over his desk, with your core literally aching for an orgasm, and feeling so empty.

You can't really protest much because his fingers are still in your mouth, but you can glare at him.

He laughs “That is for all the times I had to jerk myself off after class because of all the shit you pulled trying to seduce me.” he says, waiting long enough to completely ruin your building orgasm and drive you crazy with need before you feel his tip at your entrance again, moaning in relief around his fingers as he slides in again at last.

This time he doesn't stop when you're on the brink, but leans down and whispers in your ear “You can come now.”

It feels like it takes an eternity for you feel the familiar heat building in your core again, but when you do it feels like heaven.

It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, you can feel your walls rhythmically squeezing his cock with each wave of pleasure, as he thrusts and rubs two fingers around your sensitive clit, while you suck his fingers trying not to let out a scream that the whole campus could hear.

You manage to ride out your orgasm relatively quietly, and after you've come undone Negan flips you around again to face him.

“Get on your knees again and take off your bra now.” you do as he says, dropping to your knees, you slide the straps off your shoulders slowly, unable to resist teasing him more even knowing that all these months of doing so had gotten you a ruined orgasm.

You finally reach behind you and undo the hooks, letting the lacy fabric slip away and reveal your breasts.

His cock is still wet with your juices and his precome, and slides easily between your mounds, he takes both hands putting them on either side and squeezing his cock between them as he begins to thrust. His thumbs rub over your nipples with every thrust, sending little tingles of pleasure down your body.

You can see when he's close to his orgasm so you bow your head and take his tip in your mouth, softly sucking on it while your breasts encircle his shaft. He lets out a loud groan and his body tenses.

You let him come in your mouth, and swallow without complaint.

His softening cock slips from between your breasts, and he uses his thumb to wipe some come off the corner of your mouth.

“If I would have known what a dirty little girl you are I would have given in to your little seduction attempts months ago.” he admits breathing heavily.

You feel almost too weak with pleasure to stand. Fuck if that wasn't the best sex of your life, you're pretty sure Negan has ruined all other men for you now, and you're praying to every God you can think of that this will be a regular occurrence.

“Now why don't you get dressed so we can talk about that extra credit project?”

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shipmistress9 · 5 years

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Undine - 10

Fandom: HTTYD

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hicret/Hicretstrid

Modern AU. Kinda-Mermaid AU.

FF-net AO3

. o O o .

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @heathenvampires

. o O o .

That night, neither Hiccup nor Eret got much sleep. After the first shock of realisation had calmed, they’d compared what they’d seen, methodically but still slightly detached. It was just too surreal. The Undine, a literal mythical creature, was real. Even Hiccup, who hadn’t dismissed the stories as legends quite as easily as Eret had, was stunned. There was a difference in believing something might be real and knowing that it was real, after all.

At some point, Eret opened his research file about the Undine on his laptop while Hiccup went to prepare them big mugs of tea and coffee respectively. He was sure that they would need it.

Hiccup had seen all these documents before, but he had to admit that they felt differently now, even though they still didn’t tell them much.

“It makes no sense,” Eret exclaimed after a while, frustrated. “Nothing of all this. So maybe the initial story was true and the beautiful woman that had been seen wandering through the night really was her.”

Hiccup nodded, slowly and with his lips twitching. The woman – or Undine, or mermaid, or spirit, or whatever else they both had seen – definitely was beautiful, there was no denying that.

“That much might be true after all,” Eret went on without a pause. “But the rest? Maybe people are right and she really is something of a bad-luck-charm. But I don’t think so, there’s nothing connecting her with those petty events and I wouldn’t say that we were cursed by bad luck since our arrival here, either.”

Again, Hiccup nodded. “I agree. These stories are nothing but fairy tales, people trying to explain away their own faults and mistakes or bad turns of fate. How could she even be responsible for those?”

Eret grunted and gave him a weird look. “Aye. Although, given that she exists, we can’t rule out anything just yet. Who knows, she might have some talent that influences people and cause such events if that’s what she desires. Hel, she might even be able to wield actual magic!”

He threw up his hands in frustration, making HIccup cough to hide his grin. Eret didn’t believe in magic whatsoever. For him to kind of considering its existence now was a huge thing. “Yes, but we know she doesn’t. She’s not evil,” he threw in to distract Eret.

But apparently, that hadn’t been quite what he’d wanted to hear. Yes, he became calmer, but not in a good way. “Are you sure about that?” he asked in a low voice. “It’s not as if we know anything about her. Yes, she didn’t hurt us. Yet. But what about the other story, the one Mrs Ingerman told us? The one about the dead boy?”

“But that’s just another story, nothing to be taken seriously,” Hiccup argued, frowning. How could Eret not see that? “She must have been here for ages, definitely since we moved here. And even though we live so close to the ocean and regularly went swimming, she never attacked us, never harmed us, never even willingly showed herself to us. And when we spotted her, she fled, as if she was afraid of us. How does that make sense when she’s really as dangerous as Mrs Ingerman thinks?”

Eret looked troubled, and Hiccup felt sorry for having caused that in his boyfriend. He didn’t want to argue about this. But it was all just so weird, so confusing, and Eret’s mood just made no sense to him.

Slowly, Eret shook his head, a deep frown on his face. “I don’t know, Hiccup. But the fact remains, we don’t know anything about her motives, her powers, Hel, we know nothing. All we can do is make assumptions, just like the people living here forever. And they all think she’s dangerous. How can you trust her so easily?”

To that, Hiccup had nothing sensible to say. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I just do.” He understood that those words wouldn’t be able to convince Eret though. So he made another suggestion. “Look, how about this. We leave it for now and try to get some sleep. We’re both too tired and agitated to think clearly anyway. And then we see how things look in the morning. Maybe we can make some tests, go swimming again and try to find her. We always stay together so nothing can happen,” he added quickly when he saw how Eret wanted to object. “But before we can make a decision, we need to find out more. Do some researches.”

Hiccup knew that Eret still wasn’t entirely happy with this idea, but he obviously wasn’t against letting the topic drop for now. “Okay. Let’s see how things are in the morning.”

. o O o .

When Eret woke up in the morning, it was to the incredibly pleasant sensation of something hot licking and kissing away at his already half-hard cock. His needy groan in response must have been enough to tell Hiccup that he was awake, because just a moment later his ministrations gained a lot more purpose, a nimble tongue swirling around his glans before eager lips took him in and the sudden suction made him nearly arch off the bed.

Eret greatly enjoyed waking up like this, squirming beneath Hiccup's skilled mouth as he took him down his throat, the tight muscles clenching when he swallowed around him nearly his undoing. He moaned and trembled at the exquisite sensations, ready to burst in an almost ridiculous short time. Hiccup was just too good at this. It only took a few minutes, then he came with a guttural groan, Hiccup swallowing him down nearly too much for his sensitive nerves. He lay still, panting, when Hiccup pulled back, a teasing spark in his eyes, and crawled back up Eret's body, placing playful bite-kisses on his nipples before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss.

Neither of them ever minded tasting themselves on each others’ tongues, so Eret responded without hesitation, pulled his boyfriend into his broader arms and held him close, one hand roaming down to find Hiccup half hard already. After years into their relationship, they knew each other so well, giving Eret a fairly good idea of what Hiccup was up to. With one hand, he felt for the lube they kept near the bed, the other roaming down Hiccup's back and over his firm ass, testingly brushing a finger over his hole. As expected, Hiccup let out a wanton moan and bucked against him, his eyes full of desire as they met his. Grinning, Eret rolled them around until Hiccup lay beneath him, then resumed kissing him as he slowly pushed generously lubed fingers inside him.

Hiccup wasn't always in the mood for prostate stimulation, but when he was he went all out. The first brush against those sensitive nerves made him moan and shudder, the next whimper and arch. Eret greatly enjoyed the show as he worked him open, Hiccup's hands clenching at the sheets in no time, his knuckles standing out white. His cock was throbbing, bobbing to beg for attention and leaking one pearly white bead of precome after the other. He had his teeth gritted to keep himself from begging for release or right out screaming, and the cords in his neck were so tight that Eret couldn't resist sucking a harsh bruise over them.

"Fuck, that's – Aah – that's enough, Ret," Hiccup gasped in a short moment of control, weakly pushing at his arm and wriggling around until he had one leg on each side of Eret's hips.

Eret nearly laughed at his eagerness and the impossible combination of innocent wide eyes and a seductive smirk on Hiccup’s face. Gods, how he loved this idiot! Slowly to tease his boyfriend a little more, he reached for more lube and spread it over his cock. Fingering Hiccup had been enough to make him hard again as well, and he only needed a few more strokes to ensure he was ready.

"C' mon!" Hiccup pleaded impatiently, squirming and bucking to make his point. Eret might have drawn it out a little longer, but he was just as eager, pushing Hiccup's legs up a little and positioning his cock at his ass, hissing at the contact.

“You ready?” he panted, blinking to get himself to focus again. Amidst their eagerness, it would be all too easy to hurt Hiccup, which was something he wanted to avoid at any costs. No amount of pleasure was worth that form of discomfort. But Hiccup just gave an impatient whine and nodded, twitching to make him move.

Pushing in slowly so as to not overwhelm either of them drew stretched moans from them both. Eret shuddered at the heat wrapping around his cock, at the rippling muscles that seemed to suck him in even deeper. Involuntarily, his hips bucked forward, sinking deeper into that hot little ass and apparently hitting Hiccup's prostate right on as he gave a chocked cry.

"M-more," he moaned. "Fuck, Ret, more. Please!"

Eret's mouth stretched into a grin. As calm and composed, timid even, as Hiccup usually came across, he really was surprisingly wild when it came to sex. It’s always the quiet ones… he mused, then settled more firmly, kneeling between Hiccup's legs and holding him by the hips, and began to move for real.

He started with measured, slow strokes only, but very soon picked up speed and strength, lengthening his thrusts until he fucked his needy boyfriend with abandon. Fuck, that was good! Precome and lube made the slide easy, clenching muscles sucking at his throbbing length until he could think of barely anything but the pleasure surging through him, pooling low in his belly.

But not yet. Eret fought to hold back, to last as long as he could. Hiccup’s cock stood proudly between them, throbbing and leaking, begging to get touched. But neither of them did; it was how Hiccup preferred it. It always took a little longer for him to come just from this, certainly longer than Eret who took Hiccup’s cock more regularly, but the foreplay had been a good start and the show was always worth it.

Hiccup twisted and arched, cried and sobbed in his growing need for release. Eret was jabbing at his prostate without a moment’s break now, thrusting into his boyfriends’ lithe frame with all his strength, knowing that he could take it. Eret’s grip became tighter when he felt his own climax closing in again, but he fought to hold out as long as he could, knowing that Hiccup was close. Just a little more, just a few more thrusts, just–

“Oh, FUUUCK!”

Hiccup howled, body convulsing as pleasure surged through him, making a mess of his stomach and the bed around them. His hands were tearing at the sheets, his muscles tensing, clutching him tightly, and Eret couldn’t hold back any longer either. With a low grunt, he succumbed to the sensation and the amazing sight in front of him, his hips shuddering, pressing in close.

After a quick clean-up, Eret dropped next to a pretty much boneless Hiccup, his typical lopsided grin even wider than usual. “Damn, that was fantastic,” he hummed as he draped a lazy arm over freckled skin. “Good morning, by the way.”

Hiccup chuckled weakly. “Yeah, was pretty good, I’d say.” Then he turned a little to better snuggle into Eret’s embrace. “I love you. You know that, right?”

Smiling, Eret leaned in and brushed his lips over Hiccup’s temple. “Yeah. Love you too.”

They stayed like that for nearly an hour, lazily cuddling, exchanging kisses, and simply enjoying their closeness. But eventually, they’d both recovered enough to get up, the need for breakfast and the bathroom growing too strong. It really was a perfect morning – until they changed the soiled sheets of their bed.

“So, what are we going to do today? Have you thought about my suggestion from last night?” Hiccup asked, pretty much out of the blue.

At first, Eret wasn’t sure what he meant, but when he looked up to find Hiccup suspiciously innocently focussing on redecorating the cushions, it dawned on him. He’d nearly forgotten the incident of the previous day, but now it all came back to him. The face of the Undine as she floated right below him through the water. And then seeing that same face again on Hiccup’s painting, gazing at him with that same mysterious expression. And the question what do now, now that they knew.

“You mean looking for her? Trying to find out more about her?”

Hiccup nodded and looked at him expectantly.

With a sigh, Eret let his hands run through his hair. He wasn’t sure what to think, what to expect. He’d heard Hiccup’s reasoning about how she hadn’t done them any harm even though she certainly had the opportunity in the past. And it wasn’t that he actually believed her to pose a threat to them. But there was still the story about the dead boy, and somehow he felt that there was more to that story than just another fairytale where people blamed a common tragedy on a local myth.

And just casually thinking about something like an Undine as something real gave him a headache. Yes, they had proof, sort of. But his mind still refused to believe it.

“Okay, let’s see if we can find her,” he eventually gave in, smiling at Hiccup’s eagerness but not expecting something to come of it. Unless she showed herself to them again, longer and more clearly, maybe even interacted with them, they wouldn’t get any solid information. And given how quickly she’d disappeared both times one of them had spotted her… well, Eret highly doubted they would even get so much as a glimpse at her.

And as it turned out, he’d been right. They spend nearly half the day in and around the ocean, swimming out to the rock formation and diving below the surface. But no matter how hard or for how long they looked, they couldn’t find anything. The ocean was just the ocean, rocks only rocks, and fish only fish.

Eret could sense that Hiccup was disappointed by their lack of results, but he still marked the day as a success. Even with them now knowing about her existence, she hadn’t harmed them in any way. There was no need for secrecy anymore, except that she probably was indifferent if not actually afraid of them. Eret let that assumption slide, not in the mood to argue again. The day had been a good one, all things considered, and it felt good to simply sink into their fresh sheets, exhausted by the long day out and more than happy to have each other for extended cuddling.

One thing was for sure though: No matter how much he wanted to simply drop the entire topic, Eret knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that. For quite some years now, he’d researched myths and legends, never even considering they might be true. Now, he couldn’t help but feel differently, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to rest until he’d found out more.

. o O o .

Far out in the ocean, the creature was hiding, deep down below the surface where she was sure that no human could ever find her.

And she was scared.

What would happen now that they had seen her? What would that mean? She knew that she wasn’t supposed to interact with humans, ever, but she didn’t know why or what the consequences would be.

For the rest of the day and all night, she stayed there, brooding and wondering and pondering what to do now. Was there even something she could do? She already knew that she physically couldn’t stay away, but she also couldn’t get that close again, couldn’t risk them seeing her again, or… or something would happen. It was so confusing, so frustrating; being ruled by this vague knowledge without knowing why.

In the morning, she already felt the need to swim back again, could hardly resist the lure. But when she felt them in the water later that next day, even over this distance, staying away became impossible.

Just a little bit closer, she told herself. Just enough so I can watch them from afar.

The moment her eyes found them, she felt as if a strong current that had been pulling at her without her noticing had suddenly set her free; She felt so light, so relieved. Her cool lips twitched into a smile as she watched them swimming around and diving to the ocean’s ground. She wanted to get closer again, to swim around them, playing, pretending. But she didn’t dare to do it. This is close enough, she decided, settling amidst a field of seagrass, just close enough to make out their forms amidst the waves in the distance, and quietly hummed to herself.

It felt like hours before they left the water for good, hours that seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. And they weren’t enough. When the night came, she settled back on her rock near the coast, watching the little construction with its warm light, and felt the full impact of her situation.

She was trapped. She couldn’t go back and leave but she also couldn’t go further, closer. All she could do was keep this safe distance, watching but never getting closer, until they wouldn’t be here anymore. The thought made despair rise inside her, made her keen helplessly. That wouldn’t be enough, couldn’t be enough, she couldn’t resist the longing for that long, already felt how it grew stronger and stronger. She wanted to get closer, to see, to learn, to feel.

But it was too dangerous.

She had no choice.

She was trapped…

. o O o .

Okay, so this chapter didn't turn out as planned. There were so many things supposed to happen and even my rough keywords already were longer than 1500 words. But then, everything came differently.

The boys, mostly Hiccup, became incredibly horny and insisted on the smut. That wasn't even planned. But you know how characters are; they can never behave! So this happened, and I call this chapter quits here. More to happen in the next then...

Hope it was still bearable.

#Undine #Hicret #Hicret lemon #Hicretstrid #mermaid au #OT3 #httyd #fanfiction

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lavendersb · 6 years

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Summersaults

Connor x reader

words: 1.4k (hoooo boy what happened)

Summary: “Request for something Princess Bride inspired where reader works at the DPD and takes amusement in ordering Connor around who always responds with “as you wish” until they both realize whoops they’ve been catching feelings the whole time“

Working at the DPD was not an easy feat. When you joined a few months ago, you had anticipated some difficulty and knew that you’d need an adjustment period, but as a keen new detective you took the opportunity as soon as it came up.

On one of your first days, Tina had pulled you aside in the break room and explained to you the hierarchy that evolved in the department.

“Look, it’s nothing personal, but you’ll have to work hard to earn your respect” she had said whilst making her coffee “particularly the detectives, they can be quite bossy” she paused, trying to pick her words carefully. She threw a cautious glance towards the bullpen as if paranoid she might have been overheard from your little corner.

“look, it’s nothing big, I’ll do anything. I’m just happy to be here” you said, instantly regretting your words when Tina attempted to supress a cringe.

“yeah, we’ll see how long you last”

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Two weeks and three days was how long you had lasted. The buzz of a new job had worn off and you had been driven to your wits end by the nightmare that was Gavin Reed. He wasn’t cruel, so to speak, but by god was he annoying. By now, your days consisted of fetching drinks and filing reports for cases you hadn’t even been a part of, you started to feel as though your new job was Gavin’s secretary and not a junior detective. Your life was consumed by running errands for the older members of the department and you had almost resigned yourself to that fate.

Almost.

Connor had joined the DPD two months after you and had and frankly, he was a godsend. The moment Gavin had first ordered the android to bring him a coffee, your troubles were out of the window. Suddenly you were no longer a glorified servant with a shiny detective’s badge, it was Connor who wordlessly took over your mundane chores that had driven you insane these last few months. You should feel bad, you knew how it felt to run around the precinct doing all the little jobs that nobody else wanted to do, but Connor did everything with no complaint. If he wasn’t an unfeeling android, you might have thought that he enjoyed the tasks.

For the first week you had simply left Connor to his own devices. He got along fine at the precinct besides the android related tension that he unknowingly stirred up amongst some of the officers, but soon you found yourself contributing to his workload.

You hadn’t intended to become so demanding, it just sort of happened. It was a Wednesday morning and you were knee deep in a report for a particularly unsurprising case.

“I can literally feel my brain melting” you sighed, running a hand through your hair and rocking back into your chair.

Gavin Scoffed from the desk opposite you “oh really” he peered around the screen in front of him “that’s your problem, not mine”

You shot him an unimpressed look as he chuckled lowly to himself, disappearing back behind the screen. Huffing a little, you threw a look around the bullpen and watched for anything that could distract you from the work in front of you. The shiny coffee machine in the break room winked at you from across the floor and you let out a needy whine at the thought of caffeine. Your need to drink coffee and your need to move as little as possible conflicted in your brain as you sat there dumbly gazing into space, your brain willing you to both stay in your seat and sprint to the break room resulting in the commands cancelling out leaving you motionless.

Then you saw an opportunity, shaped like the new android detective that had taken up residence at your workplace. He walked through the centre of the office clutching a tablet in his slim fingers and his LED blinked between blue and yellow as he studied what was on the screen I front of him.

Before you could stop yourself, you swivelled in your chair to face him “Connor can I ask you a favour”

Connor looked up at you and his LED settled on a brilliant yellow as he looked at you with his content smile

“of course detective, what can I help you with” he said with his usual lilt and that charming little head tilt. At his response you had to push down the little bubble of guilt in your gut.

“can you get me a coffee since your up?” you asked sweetly, flashing him a hopeful smile and gripping the side of you chair.

Connor’s LED slipped back to blue as he nodded

“of course” he repeated before turning and leaving turning towards the breakroom and you watched the infamous deviant hunter become your personal barista.

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Much to Gavin’s delight you unknowingly began to adopt his habits. Particularly his work habits as you gradually began to become more demanding of Connor. Now deviated, you were more sensitive when asking for favours from the Android, but now you felt that you were closer, friends even and so you didn’t feel nearly as bad as you should.

“this is it, I give up” you tossed your pen down onto the desk. The case you had been working on had hit a dead end and you were feeling the frustration greatly.

“geez just ask to switch cases with someone, or better yet get the butler to do it” Gavin suggested as he sat down opposite you.

“Gavin” you warned, his nickname for Connor striking a nerve.

“What? It’s not like it isn’t true, you go to him for everything” He leaned forward on the desk.

“I don’t go to him for everything,” you shot back quickly, folding your hands across your chest.

“uh-huh. Whatever you say,” Gavin said dryly and resumed with his work.

You glanced over at Connor, you didn’t rely on him that much, did you? You hated thinking that you might have become a burden to him. You valued the interactions you had with each other and you felt something ugly and heavy tug at your insides at the thought that you had treated him unfairly.

Yet as you continued to ponder the case in front of you, you found you were running out of options. You knew Gavin was busy and wasn’t likely to help you, and you had worked hard to form a decent relationship with Hank and didn’t want to risk that by burdening him with more work. You looked back over at Connor as he worked away at his desk, maybe he wouldn’t mind? He seemed to enjoy solving cases, and he’d probably help sort it for you in no time.

With a sigh you stood up and walked towards Connors desk. He seemed entirely engrossed in his work, rapidly scanning the information on the screen in front of him. Timidly you approached him, clinging onto your tablet with both hands.

“Hey Connor” you said quietly “are you busy?”

“yes detective, this case is quite a handful” he replied innocently. Shit. That does it.

“ohnevermindijust-“

“oh, no detective if you need help”

“nononoConnoryou’rebusy-”

“I really don’t mind, I’d very much like to be of use to you”

Before you could continue your word, vomit Hank interrupted –

“Jesus Christ (Y/N), just accept his help and get on with something else”

You paused, looking between Hank who hadn’t even turned to look away from his screen, and Connor who was looking up at you from his chair.

“Please detective, it would bring me great pleasure to know I’ve helped you,”

And how could you say no to that face? His sincere smile just pressed the corner of his eyes, and those eyes they just made your heart do somersaults at the fact you could do something to make him happy.

“Could I scan the files?” he prompted, nodding at the tablet in your hand, you nodded stupidly and handed it over and watched silently as he briefly scanned the document you had open.

“Thank you, Connor” your brain helpfully supplied as you tried to pull yourself out of the mental shutdown you were apparently experiencing.

“That’s alright, it shouldn’t take long” he said, handing the tablet back to you.

“of course it will, you’re an android, you’re crazy intelligent with a crazy intelligent system. You’ve probably already solved it” your mouth was running on autopilot and the tiny part of your brain that still functioning was screaming at your disaster of a sentence.

“No, it will still take me some time. But I appreciate the compliment detective”

Somewhere across the bullpen you heard Gavin snort.

A/N: so i got a tiiiiny but carried away writing this and i realised that it was like 100% just exposition so..... part 2 maybe? let me know what you think!

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fredheads · 7 years

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meditations on fred andrews, radical softness, trauma victimhood, turning the other cheek, and old folk/country tunes

I’ve been frustrated for the last week with Fred’s devil-may-care attitude toward his situation, and I’ve definitely sensed we all are – WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL ABOUT BEING SHOT, FRED?? I saw a post recently questioning why Fred doesn’t have Archie’s storyline – paranoia, revenge, reconciliation of trauma - and I wholeheartedly agreed! But then this episode happened and - holy smokes, it’s all connecting. So here’s why Fred’s characterization has me absolutely GAGGED this episode, and where it might be headed.

I’m getting revved up because I think I have a guess (or maybe a hope!) at where we’re going with Fred this season. Buckle up.

Let’s start here: Fred is a study in radical softness and non-toxic masculinities, and I’ll fight to the death about it. @village-skeptic has pointed out that I work with this a lot in my fanfic, but my stuff is absolutely just springboarding off what we are canonically given in the show.

FRED IS SOFT: A THESIS. We’ve seen Fred cry multiple times by now. We’ve just seen him admit he’s afraid and talk openly to Archie about fear. Fred is allowed to interact with this emotionality that isn’t typical of his gender, and definitely isn’t typical of all the male characters on the show. Especially when we stand Fred up against other father figures: tough guy FP and his gang activities (fp cries a lot too but that’s another post), Cliff and his patriarchal maple syrup empire, Hal watching sports on TV during the abortion fight - the way Fred specifically is allowed to be soft is pretty glaring when we put him in a room alongside any of the other dads. (and yet he’s soft in conjunction with typical masculine signifiers, but I get into that later. Hal isn’t not soft just because he’s watching sports, it’s a lot of other stuff.)

I have a .mov file labelled freddale on my laptop that’s all of the fred scenes spliced together without any other noise, so trust me when I say I see it everywhere. Arguably our favourite Fred/parenting scene is him validating Archie’s need to cry after the Grundy confrontation. His bisexuality is still fandom conjecture but there’s unmistakeably at least a little bit of gender trouble here: Fred’s main qualities are without a doubt nurturing and paternal. In Mary’s absence we see him interact equally with maternity and maternal roles as he does with typically “masculine” signifiers: beer, construction, ect. (tangibly related: Hermione got the job at Andrews Construction because one of Fred’s guys was gone on paternity leave. He’s at the very least a guy who gives his crew paternity leave.)

We know Riverdale is at least willing to spend some time meditating on different conceptions of masculinity because FP tells us Jughead isn’t interested in sports, he takes after his mom, and FP means that as a compliment. I think the fact that the overwhelming fandom perception of Fred has included the word soft speaks volumes. I’ll bend to the knowledge of someone more versed in astrology than I, but Fred the way I conceptualize him is definitely a cancer: sensitive, sentimental, emotional, family-oriented. (again, moon signs & the moon itself are associated with femininity, motherhood, etc but this is more conjecture so I won’t get too into it. But when we find out fred was born july 10th you heard it here first.)

Fred is a lover, not a fighter. You cannot argue with me that this is untrue. You cannot. Fred is a lover before a fighter, always. We rarely see him get aggressive (and even when we do it’s not that aggressive), never see him get violent. All his plots, (minus uhh whatever’s going on with that construction site thing) are about his feelings (his crush on Hermione, his divorce, his fear for Archie ect). That revenge hasn’t even occurred to him after the shooting is surprising to us, but pretty characteristic if we’re charting his behaviour throughout the series. His #1 most important thing is family. “THAT’S WHY I CAME BACK.” He came back from the other side for Archie. We absolutely feel frustrated at Fred’s inactivity at times, but what he’s doing even when he’s inactive in other ways (LITERALLY, when he’s in a coma, but throughout the whole events of the series as well) is always holding Archie close to his chest and silently, constantly, eternally looking out for him, warning him, helping him. He sometimes makes decisions (like letting Grundy go) that will spare Archie’s feelings in the moment without any foresight as to future repercussions. It’s all about protecting Archie’s feelings. Loyalty is a main cancer quality too, and loyalty to Archie is Fred’s #1 constant concern.

Fred’s also a silent, tactile lover: his signature comforting-archie move is the hand on the back of the neck (just off the top of my head you can see it during jughead and fp’s blowup, when mary leaves in s1, but there’s a ton more sprinkled throughout. I think he does it during the grundy confrontation??). He hugs a lot. Before he makes out with Hermione in the trailer she presses her hand to his chest and he takes it and holds it there. We get that in place of any excessive dialogue – we’ve seen Fred so far to be very economical with his words. He chooses when he talks and then he talks carefully. But touch is 100% the way he expresses himself. If you’re into love languages as I am, I trust you to agree with me that Fred is a physical touch person. It ties into his physicality in other aspects of his life – building, construction, but it’s also consistently how we’ve seen him express and give affection (Hermione, Archie) and that ties further into his position as possessor of soft, non-intellectual, non-aggressive loving. Non-aggressive, tender physical expressions of affection is something that a lot of men avoid for the specific fear of being unmanned by it, it’s something specifically coded feminine, so that’s further at work along those lines.

Ok let’s say you believe me that Fred is a vessel for emotional honesty and the eradication of toxic masculinity. What’s the point of this post, and what does it have to do with Fred’s potential character arc?

Well, Alice and Fred were having it out during the town hall, and Alice spilled the tea of the year:

“FRED ANDREWS, TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK, LIKE ALWAYS.”

No, no one vocally agreed with her, but no one was really startled by the accusation either. Because, yeah, she’s right: Fred up until now has been glaringly non-confrontational. I think it’s really safe to assume it’s part of his character. I know there’s been tons of scenes for me where something has been happening and I wanted Fred to step in, but he just kind of hovered in the background, occasionally touching Archie’s neck and looking sorrowful. (again, see the Grundy confrontation and Jughead and FP’s argument outside the school, but there are many more!! I think we get it when Keller and Kevin are facing off against Fred and Archie after Moose’s attack too). Fred never does anything wrong himself, but he lets things happen. Fred always takes the path of least resistance; he stagnates instead of being spurred into action. He’s planted firmly in the middle of fight-and-flight: instead of fighting or running I’d say he just stands still until it passes.

Think of our biggest collective grievances, all tied to non-confrontation and a failure to react: He let Jughead sleep in the garage!! Jughead ran away from the dance and no one – not even Fred, Parent of The Year – followed him!! HE. LET. GRUNDY. LEAVE. TOWN. WITHOUT. REPERCUSSION! He never hurt anyone directly, he just didn’t step in.

As much as I acknowledge that these inactions are due in part to, well, Luke not being written into every scene, they have always felt like character lapses to me. But if Riverdale is aware of it, as we can assume from Alice’s comment, could there be a longer game at play for this particular pitfall of Fred’s character?

He clearly always looks out for the best in people too: he’s defending the Southside at the town hall, we’ve heard him say “we don’t know that for sure” a lot when Archie’s making assumptions. Fred is slow to act, and another reason for it is his innocent-until-proven-guilty attitude about a lot of events and people. He turns the other cheek until he absolutely can’t ignore it anymore.

Enter Coward of the County, a 1979 country/folk ballad (or, rather, the Adam Harvey and Troy Cassar Daley cover, because that’s my preferred version, but bump whatever you can find). Here’s the lyrics.

TL;DR: The song tells the story of Tommy, a young man known as the coward of his town because of his tendency to step down from violence and avoid confrontation. Tommy’s father, who died in prison when Tommy was ten, told him before his death that Tommy should always walk away from trouble and not try to prove his manhood with violence, which is why Tommy reacts ( or doesn’t react ) the way he does. His father asked him:

Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done

Walk away from trouble if you can

It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek

I hope you're old enough to understand

Son, you don't have to fight to be a man

Tommy has been devoted to his father’s words all his life. Three of Tommy’s tormentors are a group of brothers known as the Gattlin boys. One day they attack and rape Tommy’s girlfriend Becky, and when Tommy finds out he apologizes to his father’s memory, locks the door of the bar, and beats the everloving beejeebus out of the three of them, no longer heeding his father’s advice, but not letting them get away with it either. Here’s that confrontation, and the end of the song:

Twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him He wasn't holding nothin' back, he let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom, not a Gatlin boy was standing He said, "this one's for Becky”, as he watched the last one fall (and I heard him say)

"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek And papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man"

It’s a meditation on manhood in a way, but to me that’s always been secondary to the main message of picking your battles, about being gentle and unaggressive while not allowing injustice to happen when you can do something about it. And it’s always spoken Fred to me, even though I wasn’t fully able to to reconcile why until this episode rolled around.

At first glance it reads more like an FP/Jughead story, and fairly so – “please don’t go down my path and end up in the slammer and lose the things that make you soft and unique in pursuit of a designated masculinity” is more or less exactly what we’ve heard from FP to Jughead. But the voice remains Fred’s to me – I think in a small way because he addresses Archie as “son” so often, but also because the repeated warnings Tommy’s dad gives him – ( “promise me you won’t do this” “walk away if you can” “it doesn’t mean you’re weak if you don’t fight” “you don’t have to fight”) are so emphatically close to the actual dialogue that we get from Fred to Archie in the show. How many promises has Archie made Fred? (and broken?) A huge percentage of Fred’s screentime is delivering this kind of advice to his son in these types of snippets. (In fact, the first thing we really significantly ever hear him say to Archie is the parental wisdom that if you’re confident enough in yourself, you don’t have to tell lies.) The delivery of parental wisdom – especially that tells us how to be a man softly and that manhood isn’t and shouldn’t be intrinsically linked to violence – is very much Fred’s realm.

I think the song caught my attention because of that message: that Tommy’s daddy was big enough and bad enough and man enough to go to prison and there realized that violence shouldn’t be what masculinity is all about is a pretty compelling argument for the toxicity of the maleness = aggression equation. Yet, the song also tries to navigate the question of how one can fight and defend oneself in a healthy way, and how one can identify with masculinity in a healthy way. There’s a lot of grey area where you try to draw that line through any of those points, and it seems almost right to see Fred try to navigate this as a trauma survivor.

I’ll return to Fred as a survivor of trauma in a sec, but let me finish drawing song parallels. Alice very clearly calls Fred out on his method of non-confrontation in a way that calls him a coward. His turn-the-other cheek mentality, now that’s spoken by Alice, is now an acknowledged character flaw with a past, and we can be confident that this is something Alice has seen again and again from Fred. Fred doesn’t step up. Fred doesn’t act. Fred lets things go. Fred is barely doing anything about the killer on the loose, for god’s sake, even though he was shot. Alice’s perception of Fred as cowardly ties into our own frustrations at Fred for being so silent and taking the path of least resistance all the time, even when his life is in the balance.

Tommy begins where Fred is – very hands-off, very uninterested in defending himself, seemingly unaffected by his trauma or by the opinions people hold of him. Fred’s manhood has no stake in aggression or violence, and his response is fear and disavowal rather than Archie’s out-and-out rage and desire for revenge. He’s not fussed about Alice’s – or what’s implied to be the whole town’s – perception of him. He’s willing to sit back and believe the cops will take care of the situation.

Tommy gets to the point, though, where he can’t be apathetic without becoming a bystander. His attack on the Gattlin boys for what they’ve done to Becky is a moment of catharsis, and a reconciliation of the inaction he’s performed all his life – “twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him”.

Fred, in his turn, has a lot to be angry about, and a lot that he hasn’t acted on. Not just because he’s been shot, but because of everything Archie’s been through as a result of neglectful or harmful adults in his life, because of what’s happening with his business, because of all the ways his family has been failed or manipulated by the town. And we’ve barely seen any of the anger from him yet, not even in the face of his shooting, which is probably the greatest trauma he’s faced. So where is the subplot where Fred finally gets mad enough to seek out revenge? When is going to lock the barroom door and slam some heads?

I just called him a stander instead of a fighter or a flee-er, but let’s talk about the one time he does drop everything and fly into motion. We don’t know for sure exactly what happened in that diner, but I’m pretty sure we’re meant to assume he got his body in the way of Archie and took the bullet for him (an action he mirrors in his dream-realm, regardless, so we know he’s prepared to do it.) Fred does pick his battles, and whatever his commitment to non-violence, we know that he’d drop everything and do anything for Archie’s sake. I don’t think I’m reaching to say that Archie’s the person who would tip that scale: we’ve already seen it happen in small ways. Fred has the full capability of choosing when to act out in violence.

On trauma, though: The intersection of catharsis, healing, and revenge is another complicated element when we’re asking about Fred seeking or not seeking revenge on his shooter. Fred is a trauma victim who is momentarily disinterested in fighting back against the person who attacked him. Do we want to encourage him to fight back for the kind of catharsis that Tommy gets? Would fighting back be a source of healing for him? Would attacking the black hood be a release of his personal twenty years of crawling, or would it undo the work he’s done for himself in reconciling his softness and his masculinity? How do you reconcile trauma and still show mercy? When is it necessary to fight? Can radical softness still be radical if it lapses? Is that lapse itself radical? How do we even begin to answer these questions (especially on a cw show)?

I think this is where I start getting hopeful that all this is headed in the same direction. Here’s what I think: Fred is disinterested in revenge because he’s currently teaching us all a lesson in picking our battles. He’s keeping Archie close and embodying his greatest character flaw – inaction – in a way that’s connected to his greatest strength as a character – his non-toxic approach to masculinity and his soft, compassionate side. We know that Fred’s capable of choosing when to act, but that he typically chooses to turn the other cheek. He’s doing so now, and it’s frustrating, and thus is possibly being set up as a character flaw to overcome. And overcoming it demands action against the black hood specifically.

All this to say: I’m getting hopeful that we’re gearing up for a character arc where Fred overcomes his tendency to turn the other cheek and gets to pick his battle and then absolutely obliterates the black hood. For Archie’s sake, or his own healing. Fred’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’s getting to a place where to be one necessitates that he has to be the other: he has to protect the things he loves, and he has to pick when to be soft and when to be hard. Sometimes even the softest guys have to fight, and I for one won’t be mad if Fred comes out swinging. Give him Archie’s baseball bat and let him have at it.

#riverdale meta #riverdale #fred andrews #the town that dreaded sundown #the black hood #rape mention #archie andrews #coward of the county #masculinity #alice cooper #i just wrote 3000 words #does this even make sense? i was so hype and then i lost my train of thought #god i feel bad for ppl who are searching for the town that dreaded sundown movie content today

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Lick Me ‘Til Ice Cream

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Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream

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She thought that she'd never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they'd always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.

The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.

The King of Gotham.

The Joker.

He wasn't a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for... simple sex.

She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,

"The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning."

He was gone before she woke up every morning.

Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn't allowed in his secret sanctuary of high-security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.

She missed him.

She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a "laugh" that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.

She just wanted him back.

She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.

She wanted to hold her boyfriend.

She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn't find a way to attract him again.

Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn't want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn't want that special attention from the one she loves?

Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being "taken care of", or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.

"Fuck it," she thought aloud, "Ride or die type, right? Let's give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die."

Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.

Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.

"Oh, Mister J, you're gonna love me." She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.

Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.

Was that him?

He's out of the office for once in his abnormal life?

Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn't complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.

"Doll, you're killing me here." His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn't fall.

She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.

"You're out! I feel like I haven't seen you for 53 years!" Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.

"But... You're only 21."

"You can shut up."

"I'm offended."

"Just kiss me."

And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.

The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.

She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.

"As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy."

Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.

"Where do you think you're going, doll face? Daddy isn't finished with you yet." The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.

"Mm, but you'll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?" She pecked his lips, hoping he'd understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. "Go back into the office and wait for me. I'll be there in T-5 minutes."

She knew to talk in "heist-terms", as she liked to call it, made him excited and that's exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink were sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn't protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.

Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn't resist.

She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, "Mister J?"

"Come in." The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.

The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn't know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.

"You having fun there, baby?" His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.

"Shit." She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working its way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he led her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.

"Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?" He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.

"What, I thought I'd try something new." Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.

There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.

"You know, doll. The ice-cream's great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin." As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even slicker if that was even possible.

"Well, what are ya waiting for? Be my guest." She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she "didn't wanna drop it". He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.

Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.

"J..." She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.

"Oh, baby girl, how I've missed your pretty pussy." He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.

"Please. Don't tease me." She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Daddy." She answered quietly.

He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.

After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.

She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" She begged and arched her back.

Guess what?

He stopped.

"J, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill you." Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.

"Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who's gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who's gonna make you cum when you're a good girl? And who's gonna punish you when you're not?" His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.

"... I do like it when you make me cum..." Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.

"I know you do, doll, and that's why you're gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock." He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.

Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. "That's it, baby. Take more of Daddy's cock."

Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.

She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.

"You want this?" He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.

"Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy."

He didn't need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn't felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn't hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?" He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.

"Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I'm so close."

He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could've sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.

"We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time." He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.

"Don't worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered."

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