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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year

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Dinner and a Show

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, loves 🖤

English has always been your favorite subject. There’s something magical about the way twenty-six letters woven together in just the right combination can have a story coming to life, painting a picture behind your eyelids as your brain processes the lines on the page before you. It’s why you applied for graduate school as an English major.

But if your professor uses the phrase duality of man one more time, you might just blow your brains out.

You find yourself doodling random patterns in the corner of your notebook as your thoughts drift to a certain brooding brunette who would likely have much to say about Dostoevsky’s protagonist.

The unsub is a white male, twenty to thirty years old, with narcissistic personality disorder who struggles to reconcile his mediocre place in society with what he believes to be an above-average intelligence.

Your phone buzzing on the desk beside you breaks you out of your reverie, and you flip it over to see a notification from your bank. A grin threatens to split your face in half as you open your messaging app and scroll down to AH 🖤.

Were your ears ringing? I was just thinking about you 😍

Before you have a chance to lock your phone, the speech bubble pops up and taunts you with its three flashing dots. It disappears, reappears, and then your phone buzzes once more.

I know you have class. Pay attention.

Says the guy who just distracted me with a nice little pre-weekend deposit

Is that your way of saying thank you, brat?

You feel a familiar heat prickling the back of your neck and take a quick look around to make sure your classmates are focused on the lecture. Hiding your phone in your lap, you hunt through recent pictures until you find a specific photo: a shot of your body from the neck down, clad in a lacy red set that barely counts as underwear. Attaching the image to your text, you shoot back a response.

No Daddy... THIS is 🥰

Shuffling from all around you alerts you to the fact that class has mercifully ended, and you stand to gather your things, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. You make plans to meet up with a classmate at a coffee shop on Sunday to peer edit each other’s final papers for the course, then start your trek to the parking lot. As you approach your car, your phone begins vibrating incessantly and you tuck it between your ear and shoulder after accepting the call. “House of Hotchner’s whores, how may I serve you today?”

You receive an exasperated sigh in response, but you can hear the grin behind it. “What if it wasn’t me on the other end, hm?”

Climbing into the driver’s seat, you give your phone a moment to connect to the Bluetooth system before firing back, “No one else calls me, old man.”

“This old man can easily revoke the allowance he just gave you.” He speaks in a low murmur, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s making this illicit call from his office.

“Wow,” you laugh warmly, “you just went from Daddy to Dad in record time.”

“Please, for both of our sakes, don’t ever say that again.” Another laugh punches out of you and you relent, “Deal.” Then, after a beat, “Are you still coming over tonight?”

He sighs again, this time with true remorse. “No, angel, I’m sorry. We just got a case out in LA.”

“Alright, go save the world, Mister Unit Chief,” you tease. “I’ll do the hard work of keeping you entertained while you’re gone.”

His voice drops even lower, now tinged with a gruffness that sends a bolt of heat through your body. “Thank you, Princess. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I know you will,” you purr, knowing that the longer wait will make your reunion all the more satisfying. “Be safe.”

“Always.” You go to hang up the phone but pause when you hear him take a breath. “Princess?”

“Hm?”

“Get something purple this time.”

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Several hours and a stupid amount of money to be spent in one shopping spree later, you trundle up the stairs to your second floor apartment, arms laden with shopping bags. You let yourself in before closing and locking the door behind you, then head down the hallway to drop your purchases off in your bedroom. After a luxurious bath to wash the grime of the week away, you pull on one of Aaron’s t-shirts from your steadily growing collection and are preparing to settle on the couch to peruse takeout options when a knock sounds at the door. As if on cue, your phone lights up on the nightstand with a text.

Dinner’s on me, angel. Sorry I’m not there to enjoy it with you.

A pleasant warmth settles in your bones at Aaron’s thoughtfulness, and you open the door to find a delivery from your favorite Vietnamese restaurant and a bottle of Moscato to accompany it. After getting comfortable with your dinner on the couch, you hunt through your rented movies for the Fifty Shades trilogy and press play before typing out a response.

Keep spoiling me like this and I won’t know how to act

You’re my Princess- You deserve to be spoiled.

A giggle bubbles out of you and you resist the urge to kick your feet like a teenager with a raging crush. Instead, you opt for a much more dignified reply.

Thank you Daddy 🥰

With twenty minutes remaining in the sequel, feeling emboldened by several glasses of wine and the content playing before you, you send another text to Aaron.

I can’t wait to show you what I spent all your hard earned money on today 😘

He has yet to answer by the time the credits are rolling and you recall that, much to your dismay, he’s three hours behind you and probably still at the local precinct. Deciding that you’ll read to pass the time, you finish off your wine and put your leftovers in the fridge before heading to your bedroom. You open up a video call on your laptop and send an invitation to join to Aaron, then settle back against your pillow with your latest novel.

A few chapters in, you recognize that trying to distract yourself is a feeble affair when your eyes gloss over the same paragraph several times in a row. Giving up on the book, you place it on your nightstand and let your hands wander your body just as Aaron’s would. Wearing his shirt has you cocooned in his distinct smell, and you can’t help but close your eyes and imagine he’s there with you, touching you, teasing you. Desperately wishing it was his large hands caressing your curves instead of your own, you gently cup your breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers, hips arching upward of their own accord in search of some friction. You ignore the budding heat between your thighs, continuing to play with your nipples and enjoying the way the soft fabric of Aaron’s shirt heightens every sensation. Before long, soft pants are falling past your lips and your panties are soaked with your arousal.

One hand comes down to grip the edge of Aaron’s shirt as the other dips beneath the band of your underwear. You take it slow, drawing languid circles around your core, and you can practically hear the low rumble of his voice against the shell of your ear, telling you that You haven’t earned it yet. Sliding your middle finger between your folds, you try to imagine it’s Aaron’s thick cock, right where you want it but not giving in. He loves to watch you fall apart before he’s even inside you, letting your slick gather along his cock, the tip nudging against your clit now and then. The very thought has a low whine building in your throat, and you brush the pad of your finger over your sensitive button to draw out the fantasy.

Unable and unwilling to deny yourself any longer, you hook your thumbs into your panties and shimmy them down your legs, kicking them off across the room. Your middle finger circles your nub once more, and then you ease two fingers into your core until your knuckles stop you from pressing any further. You whimper at the sensation, pleased with the fullness but frustrated it’s just not right, aching for Aaron to work his magic on your body. Letting out a determined huff, you clamp down on your bottom lip and begin working your fingers in and out of your pussy in earnest, your other hand coming down to collect your slick and spread it over your nub. You dig your heels into the mattress, raising your hips to try and mimic the angle of Aaron fucking into you, steadily increasing the speed of your fingers as pathetic little mewls fall past your parted lips. Your whines turn into full blown moans, and your cries are rising in pitch when you realize you’re no longer alone.

“Got tired of waiting for me, huh, Princess?”

Putting a pause on your self-care, you blink the haze of arousal out of your bleary eyes and find Aaron seated at a desk, presumably in his hotel room. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, the top two buttons of his crisp white button down undone and showing off a tantalizing sliver of chest. His mouth is set in a hard line in an attempt at disapproval, but even through the slightly grainy image you can spot the gleam in his smoldering eyes.

Using your foot to nudge the laptop between your legs, you give Aaron a clear view of your fingers resuming their path of easing in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You simper, “Just getting warmed up for you, Daddy.”

“What a good girl,” he breathes out, gaze locked on your core. “Turn towards me, let me see all of you.”

You obediently change positions, scooting your laptop back so he can see a majority of your body, and his breath hitches when he spots the shirt you have on. “Is that mine?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as your middle finger circles your clit, and nod. “I hope you don’t- fuck- mind. Smells like you.”

“Whatever makes my little girl happy,” he says, and you nearly purr at the name. When you open your eyes again, you pout at the sight of him still in the same position. He picks up on your disappointment immediately and asks, “What is it?”

“Can you-” Your cheeks grow warm with a sudden shyness and you duck your head before softly requesting, “Wanna see you, Daddy.”

He raises one eyebrow at you, arms crossed, fixing you with that look. “Daddy’s right here for you to see. Use your words and tell me what you really want.”

A shudder races down your spine at his commanding tone coupled with your thumb brushing over your clit, and you suddenly find your voice. “What I really want is your fingers in my mouth and your fat cock in my pussy but-” A wanton moan interrupts your thought as your fingers curl against the perfect spot. “Right now I’d settle for just seeing your cock.”

“Was that so hard?”

You smirk at him as he rises from the desk and moves to the bed, settling in a reflection of your position with the laptop beside him. “Not as hard as you are right now.”

“Bold of you to assume, little one.” He laughs at how quickly you’ve adopted your brazen attitude, the sound rich and warm as it fills every corner of your bedroom.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you challenge, slowly drawing your fingers out of your pussy.

You hear him unzip his work slacks, the familiar sound sending yet another bolt of heat to your core, before he growls out, “I can’t.”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, utterly mesmerized by the sight before you. Aaron is lazily fisting his rock hard cock, pausing to swipe his thumb over the head and gather the precum there before gliding his hand down to the base and gently squeezing until the vein on the underside is pulsing and your mouth is watering. Your body responds instinctively, walls clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled, your clit throbbing with need. Gathering the fresh wave of arousal dripping down your thighs, you press your fingers back into your hole and let out a frustrated cry. “It’s not enough.”

“Look at me,” Aaron says, his voice gentle but commanding, always in tune with what you need. You lift your gaze to meet his on the screen and he continues, “You’re not going to bed until we get you to cum, do you understand?”

You nod, and he praises you with a small smile. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Princess,” he begins, your eyes tracking his every movement as he slowly works his hand over his length. “You’re going to put three fingers in your mouth- go ahead, do it now,” he encourages, waiting for you to place your index, middle, and ring fingers in your mouth before continuing, “and get them nice and wet for me. Close your eyes and imagine they’re mine. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

You close your eyes and mumble an affirmative around your fingers while your head drops into a nod, the taste of your own arousal bursting over your tongue as you swirl it around the digits. “Such a good girl,” Aaron coos, and you once again clench around nothing at the pride woven through his words. “You just love having my fingers in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you cry, the sound muffled by your digits as drool slips out between the corner where your lips meet.

“Now take your fingers out of your mouth and let me see those beautiful eyes.” You do as he says, eager to please, and Aaron lets out a ragged, “Fuck,” at the sight of your lust-blown pupils framed by delicate lashes. “Slide your fingers into that pretty little pussy all the way, then hold still for me. Just like when I’m fucking you, yeah, Princess?”

Your mouth drops open and you take a shuddering breath at the stretch. “Now what?”

“You’re going to watch me and do exactly what I do. Your fingers, my cock. Got it?” A slow grin spreads across your face and you nod eagerly, understanding his premise. He slides his fist up the length of his cock and you ease your fingers out of your pussy, perfectly matching his unhurried pace. “Good girl,” Aaron breathes out, “just like that.”

He slowly builds up to a steady rhythm, the sound of his fist repeatedly meeting his pelvis joining with your fingers pulsing in and out of your sopping cunt to form a depraved symphony. You watch your lover on the other side of the country, transfixed by the way his typical stoicism is dissolving before you into guttural moans and hedonistic cries of your name. He bites down on his lip, determined to not break eye contact with you as you both fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from pure pleasure. Aaron tugs his tie off and tosses it away, then hurriedly unbuttons his shirt, all the while working his fist over his length. Even in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see the sheen of sweat coating his skin, and saliva pools in your mouth at the thought of running your tongue over every delicious inch of him when he returns home. You tell him as much, in vivid detail, and he releases a low groan that reverberates throughout your room.

“I’m so close, Daddy,” you whine, and you see his pace beginning to falter as well.

“I know you are, Princess. Doing so well for me,” he pants, now squeezing the base of his cock on every downstroke. With Aaron, you always come first- in every sense of the word. “I need you to cum for me. Need you to clench that pretty pussy around my cock so I can fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” you cry out, feeling your walls clamp down around your fingers in response to his words. “Gonna be a good girl for you, Daddy,” you babble, “always wanna be your good girl.” Your entire body tenses and your breath stutters in your throat just before the coil deep in your belly snaps and a desperate cry of Aaron’s name bounces off the walls of your bedroom. His moans grow louder and longer, his cock feverishly thrusting up into his hand until he finally gives in to his orgasm, thick ropes of cum coating his hand and stomach.

Lying back in bed to give yourself a few beats to calm your erratic breathing, you quip, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a hand before.”

You hear Aaron’s warm laugh from a distance and then he’s filling your screen once more, now clean and fully sans clothing. “Trust me when I say the feeling is mutual.”

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you smile at the handsome man before you. “You know what my next purchase is gonna be?”

“Enlighten me.”

“A mold of your cock so I’m never without you.”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs immediately. “Then you won’t need me anymore.”

“Of course I’ll still need you! Who else is going to fund my lavish lifestyle?”

He grunts, unenthused, the hint of a smile making his lips twitch. “Brat.”

You scrunch your nose in delight and grin at him. “Thank you for my little shopping spree today. And for tonight, of course.”

“My pleasure, angel,” he answers warmly. “Same time tomorrow, if our case continues on this trajectory.”

With a playful laugh, you tease, “You wish.”

He grows serious, mouth setting in a hard line. “I’m sorry, Princess, you mistook that for a question- it wasn’t.”

“Yes, sir, Mister Unit Chief,” you respond through a nervous giggle with a mock salute.

“That’s my girl,” he breaks into a soft smile once more. “Get yourself cleaned up, drink some water, and get a good night’s rest, okay?”

You nod obediently and blow him a kiss. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.” You go to exit the call, then stop when he calls your name, raising an eyebrow in question. “Save what you bought until I get home. I want to see you in my shirt again tomorrow.”

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satoriberry · 1 year

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niko ikki crushing on you!! :>

❥ summary: headcanons with a pining niko [requested by anon]

❥ pairing: niko ikki x gn!reader

❥ watch out for: nothing!! just cute stuff with some crack + reader is oblivious asf btw not proofread

- let me preface by saying that i love this guy so much

- ok lets start

- you're a student at his school and you just happen to catch his attention

- maybe it was your charm, maybe it was the kindness that you treated everyone with unconditionally, but whatever it was, it pulled on his heart strings and made him a sucker for you

- you're just so perfect and beautiful and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <- representation of his thoughts about you

- everytime you walk past him, he just feels the urge to turn around and pull you into his arms but he can't because no.

- that's not how real life works

- even if you're not in the same class as him, he'd still try to find where you're hanging out in the school so he can sit far away and.....observe you.

- he does that a lot. his afro allows him to hide his eyes so you wouldn't tell whether he was staring at your or not

- doesnt have the courage to talk to you directly, but whenever he can, he tries to join conversations with mutual friend groups. he gets to hear your voice more closely :)

- he's an avid anime watcher (canon) and what he watches is influenced by his current life status

- so when he falls for you, you bet your ass he's watching all them cheesy shoujo anime where the male love interest is a suave, cool hottie so he can project onto him

- but at the same time, he feels so cringe because he thinks you'd definitely see him as some kind of weird loser with no social life

- tries to understand you by piecing together stuff his friends and classmates say about you, like favourite colour, food, celebrity, movie etc

- buys merch of your favourite band in hopes that it'll catch your attention and you'll walk up to him to talk :(

- he's bad at dropping signals and thinks that the most subtle gestures will attract you. they don't. you're too fucking dumb.

- his friends tease him for that a lot

- "bro, doodling their favourite character on your notebook will not make them notice you" "shut the fuck up, you don't know shit."

- seriously, he's so romantically inexperienced and doesn't know how to go about it

- during a particularly windy day, his bangs flew up and revealed his eyes when you were sitting on the rooftop (him alone and you with your friends). he ran off from embarrassment but left behind the book he was reading

- later that day, you walked up to him to return his book and while doing that, you slipped a complement about his eyes and how they were cute

- he screamed into his pillow when he got back home.

- but!!!! he can now talk to you!!

- buys your preferred candy by "accident" and gives it to you because "he pressed the wrong button on the vending machine"

- loves the little smile you wear when enjoying it ♡

- started to give you little acknowledgement nods when crossing each other in hallways. his brain melts when you nod back with a grin

- he daydreams about you a lot and even does that dreamy sigh thing with his cheek against his palm

- he....

- he has a manifestation journal and sporadically writes affirmations with your name in them...

- anyways.

- wants to invite you to soccer practice so you can watch him pull off sick tricks but doesnt know howwww >:/

- asks his friends to say good stuff about him so you can think he's cool

- "yeah niko regularly helps at a cat shelter", "he tutors my brother every sunday", "ive seen him adopt strays"

- at some point they started to say some ridiculous things so he had to force them to stop 💀💀

- watches your mannerisms closely and subconsciously copies them

- the way you open your drinks, tap your feet against the floor to make sure your shoes fit right, pop your neck in specific directions

- when he realizes what he's doing, he buries his face in his hands and lets out a high pitched scream with his face turning into a dark shade of pink

- gets really mushy when thinking about you, writes your name in hearts a lot

- turns into a mess when you're cheerfully talking to him about something you like

- once caught you napping in the library and took it upon himself to sit next to you and make sure nothing bad happens

- by the way that's a lie because nothing that bad could've happened and he wanted to gaze at your calm sleeping figure

- literally squealed as he watched you softly adjust your head on your arms

- so. we can conclude by saying that niko is really awkward when it comes to you and he has some pretty unorthodox methods of expressing his feelings, but he never loses hope that, maybe one day, you'll see him in the same light (he's a dumbass that can't see you already do)

#berry.requests <3 #berry.writes <3 #niko x reader #niko ikki x reader #ikki niko x reader #niko ikki #ikki niko #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock

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tieronecrush · 8 months

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꒰ა ONLY ANGEL ໒꒱

javier peña x f!reader

chapter four: i can see you

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rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series warnings: power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish, likely more warning so read at your own risk!

word count: 9.6k

a/n: this chapter is A LOTTTT of filth and as always thank you to bestie @northernbluess for beta-ing <333 love ya!

It’s the first class after Javi had you on your knees in front of him, the rest of the weekend was spent circling back to that image and having to take a cold shower or adjust himself in his jeans when he met up with some old friends from his days as a sheriff. The other thoughts that alternated from the image of you on your knees, soft and supple lips around his cock, was his view from between your legs, pleasure contorting your face and pulling you to a place where you fully let him give your body the treatment it deserves. There’s a phantom feeling of your come all over his face, the visual of you squirting for him bringing him to the edge when he spent Sunday night with his hand around his cock.

What would you feel like, writhing underneath him and making all those sweet little sounds he’s been replaying over and over in his head, while he gives you his cock over and over until you’re screaming?

You were now a craving that couldn’t be satiated; even if he had your mouth again, even if he got another taste of you, even if he got the chance to fuck you properly, it wouldn’t ever be enough. He’s always going to want one more orgasm, one more little moan of his name, one more time spilling into you and watching you take it wherever.

This is why he is buzzing as he walks through the halls to the lecture room, stalking up to the door and peeking through the small window. A glimpse of the back of your head sends a hot rush of his blood south, rolling out his shoulders and taking a breath to calm down. He languidly makes his way down the stairs at the end of the rows of seating, slowing his pace even more when he starts to reach the row you’re occupying. The sound of your voice rises above all the other students in his ears, and he bites back a smile as he’s reminded of the short phone call from the evening prior.

“Will you draw something else for me, bebita?”

“I can but that means I won’t be paying too much attention in class, Professor Peña.”

“Eh, doesn’t matter so much. Can just fill you in when I see you next. Call it private tutoring…” He grinned when he heard you laugh on the other side of the line, feeling like a schoolboy crushing hard. Javi was sitting on his couch, laying back and listening to you, trying to ask questions that gave long-winded answers so he could listen to your voice. “D’you have any other hobbies, bebita?”

“Hm, I mean, I guess so. Haven’t had a lot of time to do much these days cause of school. But I’ll sound like a grandma if I tell you about all those so let’s leave it at I like to doodle in your class.”

“No, no, I wanna hear about it all. What else is there besides drawing?”

“Well, um, I like embroidery. Like those pieces of fabric in the ring with designs on them? Those are fun to make when I’m watching TV or a film. Helps me focus, I guess. Actually, a lot of my hobbies are just things that help me focus so maybe I have a bit of an attention problem—”

“Don’t seem to have an issue paying attention to me, cariño.”

“Yeah, but you’re a distraction in and of yourself. I can barely pay attention to anything you’re saying during lecture cause I’m just looking at you, which is why I had to start doodling to have something to help me focus.”

“I see. Alright, so drawing and embroidery, anything else you like to do?”

“I guess anything I can make really. I find new mediums that look fun to do, buy all the supplies, and do it once, and then don’t touch it again.” You laughed again and Javi smiled and shook his head.

“Well, how about you make me something from all those different things? I want some Angel originals, hermosa. Show off how much I like art.”

“Javi, you’ve got no clue about anything to do with art.”

“Yeah, but I would know they’re yours. That would make them the best.”

It was silent for a moment, Javi awaited your answer to his loosely termed commission.

“Alright, deal.”

When he comes back into the lecture hall from his trailing thoughts, the student next to you is speaking, trying and failing to keep her voice at a low enough volume for Javier not to hear her.

“I heard that Professor Peña used to not be the most ethical when he was in the DEA…like slept with prostitutes to get information. Can’t even imagine the shit he must’ve caught there,” she says as if it’s the juiciest information she’s been told, likely wanting someone else besides you to overhear and question it.

You scoff at the girl sitting near you, rolling your eyes before your brow creases slightly in disapproval, “Y’know, you really shouldn’t be making assumptions about people based on campus rumors. And even if he did do that, he clearly did something right cause he stopped all of those criminals, and probably helped the women too. A lot of people talk to be able to get other opportunities.”

Anger flashes in your chest, burning red like heated iron to brand your heart with Javi’s likeness.

No, no feelings. Nothing more than what you have going on with him, no getting any more attached and making it messy.

But how can people just say shit like that? Without any care that the person they’re talking about is in the room, likely overhearing everything?

Javier doesn’t deserve the treatment. He’s so caring, and intelligent, and giving, and—No. No more.

You’re drifting back and forth between frustrations and telling yourself to calm down for the rest of class, and it’s clear on your face to Javier. He overheard everything, especially your quick defense of him. He knows the extra meaning behind your words, or at least hopes that there’s something else there — maybe a bit of his infatuation or school-age crush reciprocated. Eyes stay glancing over at you throughout his lecture and discussion, no comments or questions from you as you hurriedly take notes or scribble out something in the margins of your paper.

Fingers twitch at the sight of your tense shoulders, creased brow, and avoidant eyes. He so badly wants to walk right over, kiss you to release all of the pent-up frustration, and thank you for your defense. What he would give to be able to sit right next to you, huddle together in your own world like in the booth at the bar over the weekend.

He doesn’t get to catch you before you jump up at the end of class that day, quickly leaving after getting dirty looks from your seatmate. Javier is tempted to call the other student down to speak to him, but that feels a step too far, so he quells down the need to protect you and moves on for the day.

It isn’t until the second meeting of the week that he finally gets to see you again, his calls going to voicemail for the two nights following that day. He’s in the hallway, speaking with another professor within the department when you come down the corridor, a sweet autumnal plaid mini dress on with a cardigan over it. He licks his lips at the sight of your thighs covered with translucent black tights that tuck under the ankle of your Dr. Marten boots.

The other man’s voice slowly fades out as Javier focuses on you, attempting and failing to steal his gaze away as you walk past him. Eyes lock with a teasing knowing behind yours, the corners of your lips twitching up as you laugh to yourself that he looks like a dog to a bone.

“Hi, Professor Peña and it’s nice to see you again, Professor Quinn,” you slow down on the other side of the two men, Professor Quinn returning your smile and waving you over for a conversation.

“So lovely to see you again! Lizzy has been asking about you, she misses her favorite babysitter. How have you been? Are you in one of Professor Peña’s classes?” Professor Quinn looks between the two of you, friendly small talk coated with tension that only you and Javier can feel. The secret you share licks flames in your gut, stirring an excitement that you know so much more about him than other students, than his coworkers, than most people. That excitement has anxiety constricting in your chest briefly, afraid of what might happen if you allowed yourself to feel any claim over Javi.

Don’t get so attached. It’s work, a job, and there are other men on your schedule. No one else is like Javi, but canceling on anyone else to spend more time with him is too close to blurring the lines.

Javier looks at you, his heart in his throat as he is the recipient of one of those smiles from you, the one that had him crushing from the first sight of it and the same one he can’t get out of his head when you’re apart. Before Professor Quinn feels the need to repeat his question, Javier clears his throat and nods curtly.

“Yeah, my first graduate-level course. Got to get to the lecture in about five minutes actually.” Javier steps to leave but you hold up a hand.

“Oh, sorry, Professor Peña, but do you mind waiting one moment? I’d like to talk to you about the upcoming assignment on the way to the lecture hall.” Javi has a burning need to say he’ll talk to you after class, to cover any suspicions of his colleague from the prolonged eye contact between the two of you, but he can never deny those eyes of yours — and you seem to know that fact already.

He waits to the side while you quickly finish your conversation with Professor Quinn, who taught you during your undergraduate years and whose daughter you babysat for date nights during the school year and nannied over the summers you stayed in San Antonio.

There’s a flash of jealousy in Javier’s chest, no logic behind it, but he can’t help but feel like he wants to be the only one to know you as a student and outside of class. It’s silly, especially because this relationship is completely innocent, but he can’t stop the feeling from rushing over like a wave.

With a smile, one that he convinces himself isn’t quite like the ones you give him, you say goodbye to your former instructor and turn to Javier. Closing the gap to catch up with him, you start to walk side by side, appropriately inches apart despite the surge of wanting that trails down your left side and his right.

“So what did you want to talk to me about? The upcoming assignment? Is it the midterm research paper?” Javier maintains his professionalism, only glancing at you a few times while his mouth waters at the sight of exposed skin at your collarbone and the scent of your sweet perfume.

“Actually, I kind of just said that…” your voice goes to a lower volume, but still audible to him, “I was hoping that you’d maybe have some appointments left for your office hours? Maybe for a little tutoring session? I have my Spanish midterm coming up soon.”

Javi bites back his smirk, shaking his head to himself at your coded questions. Slowing to a stop in front of the door to the classroom, he turns to you, his boots clicking on the linoleum tiles as he rests a hand on his hip to consider.

“You can have the last one for today,” his voice drops to a low, hushed rasp as you lean in ever so slightly to hear him better, “Y’know, been missin’ you these last few days, bebita. Better have a good excuse.”

He punctuates the statement with a wink and a smirk, a teasing lilt obvious in his voice. A strong hand engulfs the door handle before you can reach for it, opening it and nodding for you to step in ahead of him.

“Ladies first,” he reminds, licking his lips as you look up at him with a quick, whispered reply.

“Think you know I’m not always a lady, Javier.”

He can’t stop watching you the whole class. He knows it’s an issue, that surely it’s obvious at points of the entire hour-and-a-half lecture. He knows that you notice his stare, quick flicks of eye contact, and subtle winks sent his way as the corners of your lips curl up in a smirk.

All he can think about is getting you alone — finally alone again — and teaching you a thing or two, like you requested, of course.

When he glances at you next, you’re staring down at your notebook, oblivious to his attention; the end of your pen is tapping against your bottom lip, your brows knitting together in what looks like confusion while reviewing your written notes. Javier watches as you slip the end of your pen between your lips, licking his own while he sees them pillow against the plastic utensil. The gloss swiped across them shines in the fluorescent lights, and with a flash of the image of your lips around him a couple of weekends ago, his trousers tighten and his mouth dries out.

You look up from your desk to meet his gaze, sharing a knowing smile before he stutters out the next point of his lecture. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head to himself and peels his eyes away from you, keeping them away for the rest of the session to attempt to calm down before he has to walk out in front of all the students with a bulge in his tight trousers.

At the end of class, he announces that he’ll be rescheduling his office hours to this afternoon, to start shortly after he releases everyone for the session. You quickly catch his eyes, the corner of his mouth ticking up with a subtle smirk and a quick wink while the rest of the students pack up their things. Some linger to ask quick questions, but you’re out the door before he can grab your attention again, his eager stance deflating. He wanted you to stay, to talk to you before sitting through all his other office hour appointments before he’s able to see you.

It’s about an hour of talking through fifteen-minute appointments with other students, both graduate and undergraduate, about their upcoming midterm assignments or exams for his courses. He can’t help but roll his eyes each time these students ask for extra credit or make-up notes for the classes that they have missed — most of these kids haven’t bothered to show up since syllabus week. The clock to the left of the door ticks away, and he sweeps up the conversation with the sophomore sitting across his desk once fifteen minutes exactly hit, ushering him out the door and promising another meeting before the midterm, but that he has another appointment to get to.

Taking a breath once the student is heading down the hallway, he combs his eyes around the area outside of his office, his attention being pulled to quick footsteps down the corridor. His eyes take in Dr. Martens, slightly beat up and well-worn, black sheer tights snaking up your legs to the mid-thigh hem of your skirt. Trailing up your dress to the exposed skin at your collarbone, Javi licks his lips.

“Sorry, I’m a little late, Professor Peña. Rushed over here when I realized what time it was sitting in the library,” you apologize, a soft smile on your face holding back the playful glint in your eyes.

“No problem, the last student ran a bit over his appointment time. Please, c’mon in.” Javier gestures for you to walk ahead of him into the open door of his office, watching you glance around the space as he shuts the door behind him. At the click of the handle into place, Javi strides over to you and grabs at your hips, leaning down to catch your lips in a heated and rushed kiss.

His larger frame looms over you, your hands finding his shoulders as your body relaxes into his grip. Javi guides you backward to his desk and around it, pressing you up against the edge of the wood.

“Fuck, bebita, jus’ couldn’t take my eyes off of you the whole fucking day. Look so sweet in your dress. Wanted to rip it off you and take you right there. Let everyone know whose girl you are,” he rasps against your lips, dragging his own along your jaw and working a love bite underneath your ear. A whimper pulls from your throat, leaning your head back for easier access as you squeeze your thighs together.

“Bet you’d like that, huh?” The smirk in his voice is evident, cockiness coating his words as he asks the rhetorical question. “Mi zorrita (My little slut) wants everyone to know who makes her feel so good, doesn’t she?”

“Y-Yes, I want everyone to know that it’s you…” you sigh out when Javier’s lips suck at your collarbone, hunched over you while his bulge presses into your thigh.

“You’d do that if I asked, like a good girl. But you’re all mine, bebita. Don’t want anyone else having you like I do.”

Guilt burns in your chest when he says that; you know he isn’t seeing anyone else, he’s said as much. You’ve dodged the question, avoiding the confrontation of telling him he’s one of a few because then you’d have to explain how he isn’t one of the few — how something with him is different, deeper, makes you long for him when he’s away.

And confessing all of that makes your stomach turn.

Instead of responding with words, your hand curls into his hair, the other resting against his chest and pulling him back up to your face. Kissing him hurriedly, you take the moment of distraction to push him back and down into his desk chair. You fold over him, keeping your lips attached to his and sighing when you feel a rumble of a moan from him when your hand at his chest drops down to palm him through his pants.

“Y’know, you asked for a Spanish lesson, bebita. D’you still want to learn something?” Javier asks, his head pulled back to rest against the seat back. You give him a ‘yes’, kneeling in front of his seat and scraping your nails against his strong thighs.

“Eres mío? Eres mi buena chica? Qué vas a hacer por mí? (Are you mine? Are you my good girl? What are you gonna do for me?)” Javier brushes his fingers against your cheek as he looks down at you. You take a beat to translate his questions in your head, a smirk growing on your face while you unbuckle his belt and undo his button and zipper on his trousers.

“Te voy a hacer sentir bien. (I’m going to make you feel good).” Javier grins down at you when you answer, sighing in relief when you pull his dick out from his boxers. His hand is still at your face, eyes darkening when you look at him.

“Una chica tan lista. My smart girl,” he exhales the last syllable when you swipe your tongue up the underside of his cock, his fingers running against your hair and moving to the back of your head. “Ahora chupa, mi zorrita. (Now suck, my little slut.) Show me what you can do.”

Following his instructions, you take Javi into your mouth, teasing the head of his cock with your tongue. Your hand wraps around the base of him, slowly stroking as you feed more of him into your mouth, all the way until he hits the back of your throat.

Exhaling out of your nose, you take a moment before starting to bob your head in time with your hand. The sounds coming from Javi sitting over you are delicious, the actions and the noises making your saliva drip from the corners of your lips and down his shaft, squelching with the motions of your hand. The hand of his at the back of your head starts to guide you, pushing you down an inch further to press the tip of him into your throat.

“Fuck, bebita, taking my cock so fucking well. Such a good girl for me, my dirty girl.” You hum in acknowledgment and squeeze your thighs together, readying yourself to deepthroat him when there’s a sharp knock on his office door. Javi’s hand holds your head still, looking down at you and whispering expletives as he glances around the room. The knob starts to turn when he calls out, “One sec!”

You pull off of him and open your mouth to whisper, but Javi shakes his head and holds his index finger up to his lips.

“Quiet, baby. There’s nowhere else for you to go, jus’ get under the desk and I’ll get rid of whoever it is quick, okay?”

You nod and crawl into the alcove of his desk, sitting on your knees with your back to the panel that hides you from the rest of the room. Javier wheels his desk chair closer to the desk, his legs on either side of you trapping you in. Eye-level with his still aching cock, your mouth waters, and breath hitches when the door finally opens and a voice comes booming in.

“Javier! Agent Peña! Big Man on Campus! How the heck are ya?” Dean Banks greets Javi with a laugh, striding into his office confidently. He rolls his eyes at the Dean, clearing his throat and scooting one leg closer to you under the desk.

“Dean Banks, nice to see you. I’m fine, how are you?” The polite conversation sparks an idea in your head to distract Javier, licking your lip and leaning in closer. You blow a warm breath over his cock, watching it twitch with the sensation and making Javier’s leg jolt.

“I’m doing great — we’ve gotten some glowing midterm reviews for your courses so I thought I would stop by to give you the good news! And to check in and see how you’re doing with the first full semester you’ve had here so far.” Dean Banks wanders around his office, staying in front of the desk as he pokes at all the books on the shelves lining the walls. “Haven’t gotten mixed up into, uh, those extraneous circumstances we discussed have you?”

Javier opens his mouth to answer at the same time you take him back between your lips, plunging your head down to take half of him in one quick go. The words catch in his throat and he quickly clears it to cover up the noise.

“No, absolutely not, sir. Been focused on, uh, teaching and setting all of my students up for—success. I was just finishing up with my office hours before you walked in.” Javier’s hand searches for you under the desk to pull you away, but you grip both of his hands in your position of power, holding them down as you continue to suck his dick hidden away from view.

“Hm, didn’t see any students walking out in the hallway or out of your office. Must have missed them.” Dean Banks turns his back to Javier and he glances down at his lap to look at you with a glare, mouthing ‘Knock it off’.

In an act of defiance, you take full advantage of the dynamic to make eye contact with him before taking his cock in its entirety down your throat. You gag around it and Javier coughs and groans out of a sudden reaction. The Dean turns around quickly, a puzzled look on his face.

“Y’alright there, Peña?”

Javier nods quickly, wiping the subtle sweat built up by nerves on his forehead and takes a deep breath while you continually take him deep in your throat and move your head up and down his length.

“Yeah, yeah. Just got a, uh, a….headache.”

The Dean nods and claps his hands together, walking toward the door, “Well I won’t keep you for any longer then, better get home and get some rest. Glad to hear there are no issues with your new course. Chat soon, Big Man.”

Javier rolls his eyes again at the Dean’s back when he exits and pulls the door closed behind him. It’s another beat before the coast is clear enough and Javier wheels his chair back, you walking on your knees to keep him in your mouth. His chest is breathing deep, looking up at him through your lashes. Unimpressed anger is painted across his face, a stern shake of his head before his voice comes out low and intimidating, making your thighs squeeze together to feel your panties cling to your wetness.

“Thought that was funny, bebita? Doing that while we had company? Pequeña mocosa. (Little brat.)” Javier ticks his tongue in his mouth and pulls you off of his cock, strings of spit connecting you to his still-aching cock. “Y’know, I should just bend you right over this desk and fuck you full of me, so you have to walk around all day with me dripping out of you. How’s that sound for payback, huh?”

Your mind is reeling with the thought of him fucking you against his desk, a whimper sounding in your throat and your thighs rubbing together for any bit of relief. A hand of yours moves to go between your legs, desperate to touch yourself, but Javier quickly grabs it, hooking your other hand with his larger one and bringing them both above your head.

“Oh, but mi zorrita would like that though, wouldn’t she? Not much of a punishment. Guess I’ll just have to fuck your mouth and come down your throat then.”

He stands from his chair and kicks it away behind him, tugging you closer and to sit taller by your hands above your head. The unoccupied hand grips his cock at the base, positioning himself in front of your face, tapping the head of his cock against your plush bottom lip.

“Open, angel. If you’re gonna be a brat, una mocosa, m’gonna fuck you like one.”

No more protests are had from you, opening your mouth as wide as possible and humming around Javi when he slips into your mouth. He sighs, tilting his head back toward the ceiling with a quiet moan. After a second of being still, halfway filling your mouth, he looks down at you again and starts to thrust his hips — slowly and shallow at first before his patience snaps and he moves quicker and deeper.

His cock hits the back of your throat each time, a bruising pace making your core throb with a burning desire, imagining the same feeling but inside of your pussy. You moan around him, choking when he gets the deepest you’ve had him ever, gagging harshly and swallowing around him to attempt to recover.

Javier is blinded with pleasure, soft begs of your name repeatedly falling from his lips before he gives you another hard fuck to your throat, one last gag before he’s pulling back and spilling ropes of his come onto your tongue. He pulls out, the last few painted across your lips as he looks down at you, breathless while his chest heaves and drops your hands from his grip.

“Fuck, bebita, such a little fucking slut taking me like that.”

In the midst of your own recovery, you stick your tongue out to show him before swallowing his spend, coughing quietly. Javier quickly grabs a few tissues and sits in his desk chair, gingerly wiping off the evidence of his punishment from your face. It’s silent between you two while you watch him focus on the task, reaching a hand up to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“M’sorry if I was too rough, angel. Caught a bit too caught up there…” he avoids your eyes, tossing aside the Kleenex and tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I liked it,” you confess, standing up from your knees and straddling his lap in his chair as you sit down. “Liked it a lot, actually. I wanna be that for you, like an escape. Turn your brain off, 'cause we both know you overthink everything.”

You run your fingers through his hair and he chuckles, nodding before he kisses you sweetly.

“Thank you, bebita. Such a good girl for me. So sweet,” he muses, giving you another kiss, “Now how about we actually learn some Spanish for your exam?”

The next week is spent either on the phone with Javi in the evenings, when you’ve returned home from any other dates scheduled, or out with him, finding hole-in-the-wall bars and restaurants to avoid any eyes from around campus. Each time you see his name on your caller ID, or see his truck pull up outside of your apartment complex to pick you up, your heart starts with a quickened pulse, dopamine firing in your brain and giving you that stuck in lov—

No feelings. You remind yourself each time you get that serotonin increase, simply excusing it as you enjoy your time with him and the pleasure he eagerly gives you whenever you give to him.

It’s hard not to allow yourself to feel around him; Javi makes it so easy to indulge. Little moments like him calling the mechanic and getting the cost of your repairs brought down, driving you over to pick it up and paying for it himself to make sure they didn’t haggle anymore; ordering your favorite drink if he arrived at a bar or restaurant before you, or getting you something new that he thought you would enjoy; a hand on your back or waist or encompassing your own, guiding you without overpowering. Small gifts given; new books purchased when you’ve browsed bookstores he’s found for you, new favorite dresses or lingerie filling your closet that Javier claimed were as much gifts for himself as they were for you.

His care was ever present, not overwhelming until it came to the point that you thought about him and how much he was there, integrated into your life and habits and moments of joy.

Absolutely terrifying. But you couldn’t stop.

And he was feeling like he couldn’t stop either.

He didn’t know if he was overdoing it all with you, new to this sort of arrangement and its usual boundaries, but he hoped that the fact that you kept laughing and smiling, initiating kisses or more with him, that you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

There were tiny snapshots where he caught himself thinking about, feeling more for you. When you sneak into his office on the days you have other classes, steal minutes with him before you have to go across campus or he has to go teach or to a department meeting. To-go cups of black coffee on your handful of morning dates at the weekend, a reminder that you made observations about him just as he was you. When you stood up for him, defended him when the other student was spreading rumors. Sure, they were true, and he’d told you as much, but to hear your subtle protectiveness was warming his long cold heart.

He hadn’t felt like this before, and he never thought he would have the chance. Colombia had jaded him, hardened him to stone, but you were slowly chiseling away to reveal his moldable core, reshaping him into a person he knew before and at the same time, a person who was only becoming familiar these days.

Could this be love? If he didn’t know how you felt or where you stood? He never thought he was in love before, and this confirms those thoughts. Never has he felt like this, never has he been so clumsy and boyish in his relationship at times.

It’s a Thursday evening, and his classes for tomorrow are scheduled to have a break to give them more time to study for midterms. Fiddling with his phone in his hands, he wonders what you might be up to, going back and forth over whether or not to call.

Before he can think anymore, he’s finding your contact, brought straight to the top of the list when he changed the name to ‘Bebita’, and hits the green phone button.

The line rings a few times, cutting out with an answer and a rustle over the microphone before he hears your voice.

“Hi, Javi.” He can hear you sigh, sensing an edge of stress or impatience in your tone.

“Hey, bebita. You busy tonight? I wanna see you.”

“Oh, Javi, I don’t know if I can make tonight work. I’m using this weekend to study for all my midterms and to finish writing all my essays due next week and…I don’t really have time, m’really sorry,” you sound timid, exhausted and it makes him on edge, his brain immediately centering on how he can make you feel better.

“Do you need help with anything, cariño? Can I do anything?” He sits up on the couch, standing in the next moment to pace near his boots and his keys laid out on the counter, ready to pounce when you say the word.

“Oh, gosh, I don’t know…I feel like I can’t even think about making my dinner right now. I’m sorry.”

The coating of your voice and the sniffle through the phone are unmistakable; you’re on the verge of tears attempting to think of what he can do, the avalanche of stress you’re feeling. A crack sharpens across his heart, hands craving to hold you close and to fix it all for you.

“Oh, bebita, dulzura, you don’t have to apologize to me. I wanna spend time with you, help you. Don’t need to be going out or doing anything else than just sittin’ with you,” he nests his phone between his shoulder and ear while he slips his boots on, “Do you mind if I come by? If it stresses you out, you can tell me to leave but if I’m there maybe I can find something to help with.”

It’s quiet on the line while you consider, another sniffle nearly sending him out the door without your actual answer.

“Okay, yeah. You can come over. But I look like a mess and my apartment looks like a tornado went through it and I might cry in front of you.”

Javier chuckles and shakes his head while he grabs his phone with his hand to keep it against his ear. His free hand grabs for his keys, plucking his jacket off the coat rack and already walking out the door.

“Don’t worry about any of that, bebita. M’here to help you, I wanna take care of you,” he hears a hum of acknowledgment from you, “I’ll be there in like half an hour, alright? Gotta make a couple stops while I’m out and then I’ll be there for you, okay?”

“Okay…” you say quietly, “Thank you, Javi.”

“I’ll see you in a bit, angel.”

Exactly thirty minutes later, a knock raps on your front door, strong and short. Glancing up at the entrance, you see the lock turned and call out loud enough to be heard in the hallway.

“It’s open!”

The door unlatches and swings open, the rustle of bags hitting your ears before the sight of Javi hits your eyes. He juggles the thin plastic handles of the grocery haul in his hands, shaking his head as he pushes the door closed behind him with his boot-clad foot.

“Don’t like that you're keeping your door unlocked, bebita. S’not safe, what if I wasn’t me?” The strict, skeptical agent shows through — paranoia in his eyes while he sets down the bags on your counter, walking back over to lock the door and shrug off his black leather jacket. Underneath his outerwear, the black short-sleeve button-up clings to his torso and stretches at his shoulders. It’s tucked into his usual jeans with his belt on display, and one look exchanged with him reminds him to kick off his shoes — baby blue socks with small figures of different types of dogs patterning the surfaces of them.

“Hello to you, Javier,” you chuckle and turn back to your books, continuing to read over the chapter summary you were engrossed with before his entrance.

His sock-covered feet pad softly over to you at your dining table, taking in the sight of you before he stands behind you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“Hi, bebita.” He smiles when you lay your head back to look up at him behind you, grinning and giggling when he leans over again to kiss you. “Missed you.”

“I’m just giving you shit.” A laugh leaves your mouth in quiet breaths when he rolls his eyes, steps back to your kitchen counter and starts to unpack everything. You pull yourself away from the table to follow him over, shaking your head at all of the snacks, drinks, and extra pens and notecards spilling out of the bags. “Gosh, Javi. How much stuff did you get?”

He glanced at you sheepishly, shrugging, “Didn’t know what you might want, so kind of got everything I thought you’d like.”

One hand lands on his bicep closest to you, turning his attention to you for you to lean up and kiss him sweetly. You can feel your heart in your throat at the expanse of his thoughtfulness, truly wanting to come over to help without any other expectations.

“I like your socks, by the way.” Another kiss is stolen before you’re back to the table, plopping down and attempting to fall back into studying. A long sigh leaves your lips and Javi frowns when he looks over at you, hyper-focused on all the text laid out in front of you. He putters around your kitchen, poking through to find plates and silverware to keep from asking you; dishing up the takeout he got after putting away the snacks and drinks, he walks back over and sets a plate down in front of you.

“Pause for a few minutes, angel, you gotta eat. And I got your favorite from that Thai restaurant we went to last week.” Javi takes the seat at the corner next to you, pulling away your books to clear a spot for you to eat. The look on your face is painful when you pick up the fork as if any more energy expended for a task other than studying is too much to handle.

“Thank you, Javi. Really. I think it would have been one of those eating shredded cheese from the bag or potato chips over the sink kind of nights if you didn’t come.”

“No need to apologize, bebita. M’always here for you,” he speaks tenderly with a smile, the two of you making light conversation while you eat. Before he clears the plates back to the kitchen, he takes your hand lying on the surface and toys with your fingers. “You can tell me to fuck off and I won’t be offended, but I’ll stick around for a few minutes in case you need me, okay?”

Immediately you shake your head and grip his hand in yours, “No, please stay. D’you mind helping me study? Like quizzing me or something? I want….I want you to stay here. Please.”

Javier holds back a wide smile, giddiness kicking up inside him. He clears his throat and nods, squeezing your hand. He stands up and bends forward to kiss your forehead, “Course I’ll help you study, angel. Let me clean up all this and then we’ll get started, yeah?”

It’s for the next couple of hours that Javier studies with you, asking you sample exam questions from the textbook and quizzing you with the notecards that you’ve made. He keeps you supplied with snacks and hydrated with water, intermittently joking with you to keep you relaxed.

It’s about eleven o’clock at night, Javi’s been here for four hours, and the rest of the weekend is ahead of you both. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, newly made notecards in his hands while you pace the kitchen in front of him. A hand runs through your hair, tugging and sighing when you can’t remember.

“God, I don’t—I don’t know…” You continue your pacing and shake your head, feeling your heart rate increase and your throat start to constrict with anxiety. The hand in your hair moves to press against your chest. “I really don’t know, shit, can you—can you tell me please?”

“Lombroso’s concept of a born criminal is atavism.”

The next few cards you also forget or get wrong and after the last incorrect answer, you stop in the tracks of your pacing. Angry tears of frustration burn at your eyes, words caught in your throat, and breaths come out short and harsh. Javier looks up at you when your movement stops, brows knitting together with concern when he sees the tears in your eyes and hears the clipped inhales and exhales.

“Bebita, c’mere.” Javi pats his lap and you shuffle over, straddling his legs and sitting in his lap to face him. “Let’s call it for tonight. We have all weekend to get you feeling confident for the exam, but trying to push yourself anymore tonight is only going to make you feel worse.”

“But—"

Javier shakes his head and brings his hands up to cradle your face, thumbs swiping away the few tears that have fallen.

“No, no ‘buts’. There’s no need to be getting upset about it. You’re exhausted and overworked, you’ve been doing this all day. And you know all of this, I know you do, angel. You’re too tired to concentrate and you need to rest.”

“God, I wish I could turn my brain off. This is all I’m gonna be thinkin’ about.”

“I can help with that, bebita.” Javier’s hands run up and down your thighs, snaking around to palm your ass with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, yeah? And how would you do that?” You play dumb, feigning innocence to his suggestion. Brow cocked up, mouth pursued in curiosity.

“Hm, think we both know what I would do, but m’happy to tell you.” His hands roam again, trailing up your sides to cup under your breasts through your flimsy t-shirt. Your nipples pebble underneath the material when his thumbs brush over them, a satisfied smirk on his face at the sight. “I’ll take you into your bedroom. Kiss you, play with you until you’re dripping for me. And then I’m gonna use my mouth on you, jus’ like the first time, and make you come for me over and over until I think you’re ready. And when you’re begging for me, I’ll give you exactly what you want, bebita. My sweet zorrita is gonna get exactly what she needs — a good fucking.”

Your hips start to grind into his lap, nodding slowly as you listen to him and whining quietly as your eyes close. His hands stall your motions, bringing your attention to him as he admires you from below.

“Let’s go, baby. Think you need it now,” he rasps out, helping you up from his lap and following close behind you. His hands stay at your hips while you walk ahead of him at a delayed pace, his lips kissing and teeth biting at your neck. Trailing down the hallway, he slowly undresses you, leaving each article of clothing on the floor in your wake. Once the two of you reach your bedroom, he turns you toward him and kisses you hurriedly, moaning against your lips when he feels your hand palm him over his jeans.

Javier pulls himself back from you, shaking his head as he steps you backward to hit the edge of your bed, pushing you to sit and nodding to the center of the mattress. You scoot back a bit until he stops you in place, getting onto his knees at the side of the bed and hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He unbuttons a few of the top buttons on his shirt, loosening the material around his shoulders, and licks his lips as he takes in the sight of your glistening cunt.

“God, bebita, you’re always so ready for me. Whenever I want you. Do I get you that worked up being around you, hm?” His tone is cocky as he speaks, dragging two fingers through your folds and collecting some of your wetness. He slips those fingers in his mouth, working his tongue around them and moaning at the taste of you. The fingers pull out of his mouth with an audible pop, and you get onto your elbows to look at him in the eyes as he pushes those same fingers into your entrance.

“Fuck, Javi…” you moan, rolling your head back as he fucks you with his fingers, shallow and slow at first. He’s mesmerized by the view of you taking it easily, sweet little sounds hitting his ears in a satisfying way. “M-More, please. Pretty please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely, angel.” He chuckles and adds another digit, picking up his speed and getting as deep into you as he can. His other hand uses its thumb to run quick circles on your dripping clit, moaning to himself when your noises get louder and higher pitched. “You close already, bebita?”

“Yesyesyes, fuck, m’gonna come—“ You clench around his fingers, gripping the duvet under your hands.

“Ask, baby. Gotta mind your manners, mi zorrita.”

“Ple—please may I come, Javi? M’so close, oh my god,” you tack a whine at the end, lifting your hips and huffing out a breath when he pushes them back down.

“Go ahead, bebita. Come for me—" You moan his name loudly and squeeze your eyes shut, your walls gripping around his fingers tightly. “Oh, yes, fuck. That’s it, angel, that’s it.”

He works you through your orgasm, your breaths evening out after a minute. Once you’ve come down, you realize he’s inching closer between your legs, lips dragging along your inner thighs. Before you can get a word out, his mouth is on you, sucking your clit harshly. Your whine raises in pitch, hands tangling in his hair to push him away.

When he lifts his head, his dark eyes find yours as he licks his lips.

“Gonna let me taste this sweet little cunt, angelita? Make good on all my promises,” he challenges you and you breathe out a ‘yes’, all the permission he needs to put his head between your thighs.

At his first full taste, a switch flips and he devours you like a starving man — sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue. You’re writhing under him, one strong hand splayed against your lower tummy to keep you down.

“Javi, oh fuck, feels so fucking good—oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this. Has anyone ever told you that?” You ramble the closer you get and Javi smirks against you, the words egging him on to give you more.

He pulls two conservative orgasms from you with his mouth, sucking your clit and licking into your walls with his tongue. Your brain is slowly shutting off, study materials are completely forgotten, and limbs light as air as you lay back on the bed.

Javier stands from the floor, a soft groan and clicking of his knees drawing your attention to him. He strips down from his own clothes, standing in his underwear and nodding to you on the bed.

“Scoot up, baby — that’s it, good girl.” He smirks when you move languidly, reaching out for him when he climbs onto the bed on his knees. Your arms fall to rest stretched above your head, putting you completely on display for him.

“How d’you want me, Javi?” you purr and it nearly sends him reeling, but he shakes his head and smirks down at you.

“Jus’ like this, babygirl. Wanna be able to see you, watch your pretty face as I take care of you.” Javier reaches his hand toward you, instructing you to lick. He takes the same hand and wraps it around his cock, stroking himself as he spreads your legs with his other hand. Settling between them, he drags the head of his cock through your folds, nudging your overly sensitive clit and chuckling darkly when your thighs twitch.

“Javi, please—" He shuts you up with further teasing, slipping himself inside, just the tip. He hisses from behind his bared teeth, rolling his head back to recover before he gives a few pumps of his hips and pulls out of you completely. The next move he teases your clit again, sliding his cock down to prod at the entrance of your tightest hole before moving back up to your cunt slipping just the tip inside of you again.

Under him, you're twitching and writhing with whines and whimpers, gripping the sheets.

“Javi, please, need you.” You choke out, a soft sob of a moan when he keeps fucking you with only his tip, refusing to give you any more inches. The next word leaves on an exhale before you can think about it, “Daddy…”

“What was that, bebita? Didn’t quite hear you.”

“Daddy, fuck me, please.”

Javier stills for a moment, processing exactly what you said while you’re silent, anxiety heightening with each tick of the clock and his lack of response. His hips are still shallowly fucking you, involuntary whimpers escaping your mouth.

“Daddy, huh? You wanna call me that? Got you so cockdumb before I’ve even given it to you.” His eyes are nearly pitched-black, desire evident in his roaming, worshiping hands.

“Yes, yes please, daddy. I need you, please.” The words catch in your throat and you arch your back for him, tits slightly jiggling with the motion.

“You wanted to work on your Spanish, huh? No daddy, bebita. Llámame Papí (Call me Papí). Say it, bebita. Say it for me, buena chica.” His acceptance of your knee-jerk word spill has your mind melting, clenching your walls around the tip of his cock that’s buried inside of you. “Say it.”

“Papí…” you exhale, the noise choking in your throat when he thrusts hard to fill you up to the hilt. A sobbing moan leaves your mouth when he pulls nearly out of you, only to start a punishing pace fucking you hard and deep.

“That’s right, bebita. M’taking care of you, right? Just like a papí should. You call me that as much as you want, angel. Like hearing it come from you.”

Javier grunts at the strain of how hard he’s fucking you, the sounds of your whines and his groans mixing into a melody with the slaps of skin together. It’s filthy if anyone was looking in, but the thought of that makes him fuck you harder, relishing in the sound of your wetness squelching around his cock.

“God, mi bebita, you are taking my cock so well. You like it? Am I filling you up?”

“Yes—oh my god, taking care of me…”

“That’s right, bebita, M’gonna take care of you. You wanna come on my cock, angel?”

“Yes please, daddy…”

Javi’s hips stutter at you saying it, starting again harder and faster, “Not daddy, bebita. You wanna call me that, you call me Papí, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

“P-Papí, oh my fuck, feels so good. So full, Papí.” You’re rambling under him, incomplete and incoherent thoughts, “Oh, fuck— Just there— Papí, papí, papí, ohmygod right there!”

The name is dripping with sweetness from your lips, snapping something into his brain. He’s desperate to provide for you, to take care of you in any way you need. Right now, that is fucking you dumb enough to forget about your stress. Tomorrow, it’ll be getting you coffee in the morning and helping you reevaluate your study materials.

Underneath him, you’re feeling something of the same, enamored with the man above you. The same one who drove around town to pick up things he thought you would like, feeding you, helping you study. The one who smiles at you in the halls, and calls you his babygirl behind doors. Now, he’s fucking you into oblivion and melting your brain to mush to give you what you need. He grips your legs and presses them to fold at your sides, the adjusted position bringing him deeper than before. The head of him hits that special spot inside of you, over and over until it’s driving you to the edge fast.

“Oh, fuck! Papí! Please—Please, please, please. Gonna come, please may I come, Papí?” Your brain turns on its entire leftover power to ask politely, knowing your manners would still have to be minded with your cockdumb mind.

“Such a good girl, so polite. Come for me, bebita. Let me feel your tight pussy grip my cock.” Javier groans when you let go as soon as you get his permission, relishing in the look on your face with a perfect ‘O’ mouth and walls sucking him in further as his thrusts slow down. The tightness of you brings him to his own peak, feeling precum dribbling out inside of you as he gets as close to the edge as possible.

“Oh fuck, fuck, angel. Gonna fucking come, where d’you want me?” His brow knits together with a look of pain, and you breathlessly answer.

“Outside, please, Papí. Anywhere else you want.”

He nods and pulls out of you, using his fist to fuck himself, painting his come across your torso in long ropes. Javier moans your name over and over under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as his chest heaves with relief.

It’s quiet, nothing spoken while you both crash down. In a moment of clarity in his post-orgasm haze, he stretches over to your nightstand to grab a few tissues, wiping you clean of his spend. He tosses it in your desk trash bin, searching around the floor for his clothes. When he picks up his boxers, you make a small noise of protest and grab his attention.

“Don’t—Um, would you—" You can’t get the words out, shyness clawing at your throat. Javier fills in the blanks, smiling softly at you as he drops his boxers and climbs back onto your bed over your lying form.

“D’you want me to stay, bebita?”

You nod and smile sheepishly, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinning wider when he leans down to kiss you chastely.

“Can you ask me, angel?”

“Will you have a sleepover with me…Papí?” you giggle as you tack on the name at the end, Javier smirking and nodding his head.

“Of course I’ll stay. And if you keep pulling that out all the time, there’s going to be a lot of fucking in random places. Jus’ does something for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. Think you know that, bebita. Mi bebita.”

“Well, that does the same thing for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. I like being your bebita.”

“Siempre, Bebita. Always gonna be it.” Javier punctuates the conversation with another kiss, laying down completely next to you and wrapping you up in his arms. His fingers play with your hair, laying your head on his chest as you close your eyes.

A thought pops into your head, picking up your head to look Javi in the eyes.

“Are you gonna be going to the department event next week?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now, angel?”

“Yes, now please answer.” You poke his chest, giggling when he pinches your side playfully.

“I will be there, yes, Bebita. I’m assuming you’re going too?” He asks as he closes his eyes, exhaustion overcoming him slowly.

You smile and bite your lip, tracing shapes against his skin, “Well, would you wanna pick out my dress for it?”

That grabs his attention, his eyes shooting open with a grin growing across his face.

“Gonna let me choose what I get to see you in, Bebita? Don’t know if you want that, 'cause I could have you walking around in nothing.”

You snort out a laugh, shaking your head before laying on his chest again and closing your eyes to sleep.

“We both know you wouldn’t do that. Would you really want all those people looking at me? Thought I was all yours, don’t you wanna keep me to yourself?”

“Damn, you’re right. Guess I’ll have to pick out a pretty dress and then I can take you home and have you walk around in nothing for me.” He smiles and kisses the top of your head, sighing out a tired exhale. “Now, sleep time, Bebita. You dream of the pretty dresses I’ll get for you, no exams, and I’ll be dreamin’ about you in nothing.”

A laugh escapes your lips, nodding in agreement, “Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, Bebita.” There’s more he wants to say, burning in his chest, but he knows it’s too soon — too much right now and it would scare you off. Instead, he holds you closer and kisses your head again, drifting off contently with you in his arms to take care of.

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wintermischief · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Fluff One Shot Fic Recs

last updated: january 20, 2023

18+, MDNI.

My favorite fluff one shot fics. May contain implied smut, humor and a tiny bit of angst but they all end happily. Mostly Bucky Barnes x F!Reader and GN!Reader.

❗️ PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU’D LIKE ME TO REMOVE YOUR FIC OR IF I MADE A MISTAKE❗️

L-O-V-E @ofstarsandvibranium

Your best friend confesses his love for you. Inspired by the song "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole. (bestfriend!bucky, friends to lovers)

Magnets @skyeisawitch

What does every metal arm need? A good bit of decoration. (established relationship)

My Girlfriend, The Worm @vivwritesfics

You ask Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong. (established relationship)

Boyfriend Material @urimaginespimp

Bucky tries a pick up line on you. (mutual pining)

Under The Covers @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

After sending Bucky an inappropriate tweet, you and Bucky make blankets to cuddle under. (established relationship)

Cat Dad Of The Year @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky is not winning Cat Dad of the Year award after he comes back to you and Alpine from a mission. (established relationship)

Twenty Questions @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

You ask your Bucky twenty questions to distract him from his thoughts. (established relationship)

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets ahold of Asgardian mead and starts drunkenly flirting with you. (drunk!bucky, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Starry Starry Night @jobean12-blog

Some nights it’s hard to sleep but you have an idea that might help both you and Bucky. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Beefy!!! @jobean12-blog

Bucky catches you working on your doodles. (beefy!bucky, established relationship)

A Russian Proposal @writingsoftheloser

Bucky proposes to you in Russian but you have no idea what he is saying. (established relationship)

Sweet Like Syrup @thepsychewrites

Bucky runs out of syrup, which means that he’s now dragging you along to the store with him to get more, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s one in the morning. (roommate!bucky, bestfriend!bucky, mutual pining)

Pocket Angel | Drabble @buckyalpine

Bucky reveals another side to him when he tells the other Avengers that he is dating you. (established relationship)

I’ve Got You @majestyeverlasting

Life's always sweeter when you're by each other's side. (established relationship)

After @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky takes care of you after sex. (established relationship)

Lover Boy @writingsoftheloser

A series of sweet moments with your own personal gentleman. (established relationship)

Singing In The Rain | Part 2 @bucky-bucket-barnes

You leave the Compound to go home on a stormy night. Barnes isn’t too keen on the idea of the new girl riding home all by herself in such weather and decides to drive you home. (technician!reader, mutual pining)

Tiny @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky is an absolute sucker for his girlfriend. (beefy!bucky, short!reader, established relationship)

Sunday Morning @sleepypanda27

A simple Sunday morning at Bucky’s place. (established relationship)

The Apprentice @chrisevansredbelt

You are an apprentice for Bruce and Tony. Bucky falls in love with you. (engineer!reader, mutual pining)

Enchant @sweetascanbee

Enchant; 1: to influence by or as if by charms and incantation; bewitch or 2: what you do to Bucky without even trying. (established relationship)

Laundry Day @onceuponastory

Bucky finds a way to make laundry day a little more...exciting. (established relationship)

A Little Old Fashioned @gogolucky13

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Buchanan. @barnesmurdock

You're the only one who can call Bucky "Buchanan". (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Take Me Higher @buckychrist

Who knew that the way into the big broody super soldier’s heart was through his unmet need for a good cuddle? (avenger!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Practice Makes Purrfect @navybrat817

Bucky has an important question to ask. (established relationship)

I Think I Wanna Marry You | Part 2 @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad. (drunk!bucky, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Just A Little CrPush @sidepartskinnyjeans

You can't take your eyes off him, but you're pretty sure he doesn't know you exist. All you two really need is a little push. (mutual pining)

Cake @itsapeterthing

You and your boyfriend Bucky Barnes head down to the Wilson residence for a barbecue. Sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch Bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant. (pregnant!reader, avenger!reader, established relationship)

Three’s A Crowd @itsapeterthing

When you come down to visit your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, at the Wilson residence and see his interaction with Sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier. (established relationship)

Relax @itsapeterthing

While the Avengers help you and Bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way. (pregnant!reader, avenger!reader, established relationship)

All Things Pink @bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky being the sweetest boyfriend by bringing you flowers on your birthday. (established relationship)

Baby @ugh-supersoldiers

After you spend the night at Bucky’s for the first time, you drop a nickname that turns the ex Winter Soldier into a blushing and stuttering mess. (established relationship)

Teddy Bear @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

When Bucky goes away on a week long mission, you gives him your favourite teddy bear. Bucky sends you text and photo updates everyday until he gets home. (established relationship)

Oversized @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

You order an oversized hoodie in the mail, and your teammates are obsessed with how cozy it feels, especially Bucky. (bestfriend!bucky, mutual pining)

Why Is She Wearing My Hoodie? @writing-soldiers

Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you…but what might that lead to? (avenger!reader, mutual pining)

I Won’t Break @bethdutten

Just a few moments that reminded Bucky why he loved you. (avenger!reader, established relationship)

Roses And Plums @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky asks you to be his date to Scott and Hope’s wedding. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Sweet Dreams @onceuponastory

You fall asleep on Bucky. (established relationship)

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ihrthobie · 10 months

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Random 1610-Miles headcanons

Miles is very athletic when he wants to be, he played basketball and ran track for his school before he went to Visions

Only let Aaron really see his sketchbook but other than him, he'll bite anyone who tries to touch it

A mama's boy 100%, has plenty sketchbook pages dedicated to her

Loves listening to more niche artists like Tobe Nwigwe or Little Simz. Will always listen to a niche black artist before he listens to a white one

Very much an activist and goes to protest when he can.

Gets very lonely sometimes and wants to find he relates to (part of the reason he was so eager to join the Spider-Society.)

Draws his friends a lot, a lot of pages have a doodle of Ganke, Hobie, Pavitr, Penni or Gwen

Makes stickers of the drawings he likes the most

Spends a lot of time on deciding on gifts for people, even if they're not super close.

He's very much a New Yorker and will curse at cars that try to drive off when he's walking or yells at people across the street that's trying to cat call his mother.

His Spanish is very good (His va can't speak Spanish that's why his words sound butchered.) His pronunciation is on point but sometimes he mixes his Spanish with his English and gets frustrated when people don't understand him.

Will drink Pepsi before he touches a bottle of coke.

Helps his mother in the kitchen a lot. Also tries to steal food when she's not looking.

Bonds with his father over sports, the two of them will get really into it and his mother will sometimes come over and yell at the TV with them

When Miles introduces you to his parents, he's very nervous and he's praying that they like you.

Is extremely relieved that they do but he gets very jealous when he realizes they're taking your attention from him

Brings you over every Sunday for family dinner.

Rio has framed pictures of you and Miles as well as framed photos of you and the entire family.

Jefferson has a photo of you and Miles in the pocket close to his heart.

Miles has a locket of you he keeps stuffed in his pocket even when he's being Spider-Man

#miles morales fluff #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales headcanons #miles morales hcs #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x you

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roseblancheenfleurs · 2 months

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Untold Story Of Magic ✨

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Nsfw Content, Slight Degradation, later aged characters, fanfiction, toxic, rivals to lovers to enemies to spouses 😌,Muggle insult, cursing by underage etc.

"Stop it sneaky snake" You frustratingly call out the black haired boy who has snatched away your notebook. Now reading all your doodles on the back side with a sly smirk as he has a bunch of secrets in his hands.

He didn't seemed to respond to your insult.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle" You called out the future dark lord , your rival.

You are Y/n S/n , a student at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You are muggle quite a special afterall the sorting hat asked you to choose your own House from Slytherin and Gryffindor because you were both truthful and loyal with high ambitions with necessary scheming.

Wanting to preserve the name of your very past ancestor Godric Gryffindor, you choose the house of the lion throwing major insult to the half blood and pure blood of the Slytherin (as if there were so willing to accept a muggle 🙂).

This made you a respected figure in the Gryffindor house and also earned you a major rival Tom Marvolo Riddle, the direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the future dark lord.

Both of you have been for every single thing . From the last cup of butter beer to the first position at the end of the session.

Like two poles of earth have the climate in common similarly you two also had a habit of sneaking into the library. But unaware of each other until the Sunday night 6 months ago.

"Is the coast clear, Puchi?" You whispered to your pet cat who has the major responsibility of accompanying you everywhere even washroom.

"Meow", the furry creature run through the corridor to the library door.

And you followed with dangling lantern flickering in your hand.

Even though having special permission from Headmaster Dippet, you were advised to go their secretly for the other students to not to break the curfew protocol.

You reached the door where you cat waited for you to open the door and she would feast on some mices.

You twisted the knob and was about to open the door a hand stopped doing so by helding your hand. Like brave lion you didn't screamed instead gripped your wand to obliviate the sudden intruder. You turned back only to feel someone's lips on yours.

It's Tom standing behind and you kissed him.

"WTF" you both cursed rubbing your lips harshly.

Congrats you have kissed you rival.

Also your blood enemy. 🤣

And from that possibly the doom started (For you specially). Having very conservative thoughts Tom was persistent about marrying you as you took his first kiss.

"But we are freaking kids 🙂" You were so done and had enough of this rascal pestering you having a good talk to boys around you, stalking you, stealing your quils and handkerchief (literally you mother is scolding you why you needed 50 handkerchiefs in less than a month).

Born from the affects of amortenia, The way of confessing is a bit different from others. Teasing, ruining your drawings, sneaking wrong ingredient in the potion and many more if someone else was in your place they would have been leave Hogwarts days ago because of the extreme level of torturing.

To his teasing you gave savage answers, restored you hard work by magic spells, adding the neutralizing ingredient to the potion to save progress.

It went well, you loved this challenges.

Until one day you found Tom bullying your childhood male best friend and you slapped him across the face which echoed through the whole hall. Everyone will fear stared at Tom who grabbed your wrist thinking he would twist it painfully only to see him placing a kiss on the back. Rubbing it on his wounded cheek.

"You hands are so soft just as I imagined" he said like a professional creep.

"It's enough I wanna go home" That's your only thought. You later confronted him in the library .

"What do you want, Riddle?"

"You"

SMACK!

You smacked him across the face.

"Date me"

If it saved your friend from his hand that's what you did .

Breaking News!

The world is on the verge of End Tom and Y/n are dating.

It was printed on the monthly magazine of Hogwarts containing important updates.

Even professors were shocked seeing Tom apologizing to your friend in the hall full of students.

At first you were cold to him but due to gentleman gestures it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

He was already madly in love with you.

Every secret... his world domination plan, The story of his heartless birth father and incompetent mother everything he told you. You didn't supported the plan of his word domination but he was persistent that he would dominate the world and you would be his lady, The lady of the great dark lord. He reasoned that in that position you could get everything you wish for but all in vain.

"Damn it why would you take to support our love?" He yelled.

That day you were already in a bad mood, Extra classes, extra homework didn't got enough sleep last night accompanied by the depressing period hormones.

"Let's break up" and you walked away that was the last time you saw Tom.

It's like he never existed, you graduated from Hogwarts with flying colours.

From a muggle to a powerful and prestigious witch .

You had a great contribution to the magic world numerous effective and easy spells.

New books, new wand cores, there wasn't a single field left.

Sucess fame and fortune you earned it all.

But it was too tiring.

You moved to a deep forest away from human civilization with your parents and cat.

Deep inside the jungle you constructed a luxurious castle to lavishly spend the rest of your days.

Chirp!

Chirp! Chirp!

Two sparrows are playing on the balcony railing.

Wind blows fluttering the curtains revealing a figure sitting on the whitewood table designing a new magical device.

It's You, The powerful muggle witch currently 53 years old.

Hoooo! A messenger owl comes to deliver you the latest daily prophet .

You leave the rest of your work taking a short break keeping yourself updated for the new world.

The first two headlines that caught your eyes

Lily And James Potter Found Dead!

Sirius Black,The Traitor.

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lilcatdraws · 1 month

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warnings: Mention of child abuse and domestic violence

Summary: One night you get a little too curious and try to pry J’s past out of him. He gives you some information but there are some things he’s just not ready to share.

Author’s Note: I’ve been piecing this one together for a while now but I really got to work last night and this morning. So here’s y’all a little Sunday snack. Aaaaaah the angst in this oneshot. Don’t hate me too much 😅

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You and J were curled up together in your cozy bed one Saturday evening. J rested his head on your shoulder and hummed softly. It mimicked that of a cat purring. You basked in his warmth.

You were so lucky to be the one J chose to love. Most people wouldn’t get your relationship but you were fine with that. It was a bond that only you and J would understand.

You kept him grounded and from falling too deep into insanity. If something happened to you, he’d be lost forever.

And yet, you only knew a fraction of the complex man known as the Joker. He was still very much shrouded in mystery. Who is he? What is his name? Where did he come from? What was he like before he became a criminal?

You only knew what J told you and that wasn’t much. You knew when he was younger he grew up outside of Gotham (though you didn’t know where), his father may or may not have been abusive, he liked to skateboard, and was an outdoorsy kid. Between then and becoming the Joker, you knew nothing.

You understood that it was to keep himself a secret and, though he wouldn’t admit it, it pained him to get into his past. He wouldn’t even tell you what happened in Arkham. You hoped one day he’d tell you everything.

Why not get information out of him now? You had to start somewhere. Tonight was a good time because J was in a good mood. So you gathered your courage and spoke.

“J, what’s Arkham like?” You asked meekly.

Joker seemed surprised at your question. He was quiet for a while. Your heart sank. You hoped you hadn’t upset him. It was a sensitive topic after all.

“Uh, why do you ask?” He finally spoke.

“I-I’ve heard how horrible it is and I worry about you.” You replied.

“Well, it’s not that bad. When you’re locked up in a cell by yourself, it gives you time to think. People say that isolation makes you go crazy but that’s not true. Well, not for me at least. First of all, I’m already ‘crazy’. That’s why I’m there to begin with. Second, I like being left alone. If they forced me to socialize in the common area or go to group therapy, then I’d really lose it.”

“What did you do all day? That seems like it would get pretty boring.”

“Yeah, it did. When I wasn’t drugged all to hell, I mostly just doodled in the journal they let me have. They didn’t give me anything sharp to use of course. They gave me crayons. I guess they thought I couldn’t do any damage with it. Jokes on them, I could do a number of things with those. But I, uh, controlled myself because I didn’t want them taken. I also daydreamed a lot. When you’re that bored, you can’t help but try to escape reality for a while.”

“Did they mistreat you?”

J chuckled darkly.

Your eyes widened.

“Yes and no. My doctor seems to care about my well being. He makes sure that the nurses tend to my wounds when I’m brought in. He even had those asshole guards fired when they beat me to a bloody pulp. But then again, I was beaten, drugged constantly, they force fed me when I didn’t eat, stuck needles in me, and shoved pills down my throat. You know, the usual stuff.”

Your face softened. “I’m sorry J.”

“Pfft. What’re you sorry about? You didn’t do anything.”

“I know. But I still feel bad. Nobody should ever be treated that way.”

J sighed softly. “If only the rest of the world thought like you, y/n.”

You smiled as he hummed into your chest. It was quiet again until you remembered what you hoped to accomplish.

“What was your father like?” You asked randomly.

J stared up at you for a moment.

“Why are you asking me all these questions, bunny?”

You played with his hair and tried to figure out how to best answer him.

“I don’t mean to upset you, J. It’s just that I know so little about you. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

“Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat.” Joker muttered.

His tone had gotten meaner. You hated when he did that. But you expected it, given that you were getting into his dark past. He was going into defensive mode.

Joker sighed.

“Fine. My father was horrible, y/n, He was a raging drunk. He beat me and my mother senselessly. One thing I remember very vividly was him breaking a glass bottle over my head. I should’ve gone to the hospital but he wouldn’t let Mom take me. I probably have a scar on my scalp.”

J paused to gather himself and his thoughts. Then he told another story.

“Another time when I was around 16 or 17, he was relentlessly beating Mom. I can’t even remember what triggered him. I could hear Mom screaming from my room. So I went out there and pried him off of her. He then turned his rage towards me but at least Mom was safe for a bit. When he finally quit kicking the shit out of me, he went to the liquor store to get more booze like nothing happened. Bastard…”

You didn’t know what to say. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“My mom was the sweetest woman ever. She didn’t deserve any of that. I tried to stop what I could. But I was so young and I could only do so much.” Joker said with a sad sigh.

“That was really brave of you. I’m sure she appreciated it.”

J just nodded. He seemed lost in thought. You had the biggest question spinning in your head but you knew to ask carefully. This might just set him off.

“J, what happened to you? Why’d you become the Joker? What changed you?”

The expression on Joker’s face made your heart break. He jerked away from you, darted into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. You wanted to cry. You felt so stupid.

Way to go, y/n. You scolded yourself as tears welled in your eyes.

“J, I’m really sorry! I overstepped. I shouldn’t have gotten so personal. I know how much it hurts you but I did it anyway. That was so selfish of me. I shouldn’t pressure you to open up. Please just come out. I’m so sorry.” You pleaded with him.

At first there was no response. Then after what felt like hours, you finally heard Joker groan and stand up. He unlocked the door and opened it. He glared at you.

“There’s a reason why I don’t talk about it, y/n. I hate thinking about it. But it’s all I think about. It haunts me day and night. It’s in my nightmares. I don’t want to think about it any more than I have to. It would also reveal my identity and I can’t do that. I’ll tell you everything someday. Just not right now. I’m not ready.”

“Okay. I won’t ask about it again. But I’m always here if you want to vent.”

“I know bunny and I appreciate it.” J said and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled into his chest over and over.

“S’okay, bunny. I’ve moved on. I know you didn’t mean any harm.” J reassured you.

He crawled back into bed and you followed him. You nestled close to him, burying your head in his chest.

J didn’t answer all your questions but you learned some more about him. He put up with so much yet was so full of courage. Even if he was a murderous psychopath, you had never met anyone braver than him.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #heath ledger #the dark knight #cross posted on ao3 #lilcat writes

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silassinclair · 2 years

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“You’re my Muse”

[Billy H. x Artistic Reader] 🎨

Summary: Y/n loves Billy’s face. He’s just so handsome and gorgeous and UGH. She loves holding his face and looking into his eyes, and Billy is just like, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

Glam metal music played softly from Billy’s stereo. The volume was turned down more than his usual listening volume because his girlfriend Y/n was doodling in her sketchbook on his bed. He absolutely adored her. She was cute seven ways to sunday. Her cute little hobby of drawing, her love for bugs, but most importantly was her weird fascination for his face.

Weird because it was only his face. Her pages were full of realistic sketches of his face at many different angles and making many different expressions. He was flattered and never questioned it, but it got to the point where she would hold his face in her hands for long minutes at a time and just stare adoringly.

Billy loves her to the moon and back but he cannot help but feel… a little weirded out by her quirky behavior, not in a bad way of course. So he finally asks, “Hey baby?”

The sound of pencil on paper stops. “Yeah Billy?” Y/n asks and crawls over to him. He was seated on the floor against the bed she was on so she leaned down and put her cheek against his, another thing she did quite often.

“Not to sound mean.” He starts, “But I gotta ask you, what is with you and always being all over my face. I know that I’m handsome and attractive and the hottest guy ever but I can’t help but feel like you have a weird fascination for my face.” He says with a light grin.

An awkward pause fills the room. Even the song on the stereo was quieting down, playing it’s last part.

“Well uh.” Y/n say straight up and scratched her neck. She knew this day would come. After all personal space is important so of course her boyfriend would question her weird actions. “I just really like your face.”

Billy turned around with a quirked up eyebrow and a smirk. “Oh I know that babe. That’s why you’re all over me after all. But I wanna know more. Give me the sweet juicy details.” His thumb brushed against her hand that he had held in his.

“To put it simply, you’re my muse Billy.” She said with a smile. Her head tilted to the side to see Billy’s facial expression change from smugness to wonder.

“Your jawline is sharp, cheekbones are prominent, and your eyes,” Y/n gently takes hold of his face. His head is turned up as her fingers trace gently against his jaw. Billy is at a loss for words, no one has EVER said anything like this to him before.

“Your eyes are absolutely stunning. I could drown in that gorgeous blue color.” She places a small peck on the space between his eyes.

“And don’t get me started on your lips.” Her thumb traces the plump bottom lip. “They’re so smooth and plump. I just wanna kiss em all day.”

At this point Billy’s face was as red and flush as the crimson paint Y/n used in her artworks. The affection was almost overwhelming. His brain simply couldn’t process how someone so sweet, cute, and humble could adore him this much. He thought men were the ones who were supposed to fluster their girlfriends, but apparently it was the other way around right now.

“I love all of you.” Y/n whispered softly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

In the blink of an eye Billy pounced and had Y/n pinned under his body. Her arms spread limply by her sides under the soft cushion of Billy’s mattress.

“Do you really mean that?” Billy said. His tone was like a whisper. Hope in his voice wishing it were true, but he knew it was too good to be true. “All that you said, you mean it?” His golden brown locks fluttered from side to side, framing his perfect face.

The girl reached a hand up to cup the jaw of her lover above. A smile painted her face. “I meant every word, love.” That petname for him had hime weak in the knees any time she said it, which was pretty rarely. Usually she’d just call him Billy, baby, or B.

Billy leant down and trapped her lips in a heated kiss. He never wanted tor leave this moment. In between kisses Y/n giggled, her arm’s wrapped around his neck lovingly.

“Aw? Is my sweet boyfriend flustered? Or do you just really like being praised and complimented?”

A growl escaped the depths of his throat. “How could I not be a blushin’ mess when you say shit like that?” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “God I don’t deserve you baby.” His whisper sent a shiver down her spine.

She smirked and batted her lashes, “Oh and that sexy voice of yours, I could listen to it all da-”

She was cut off with a kiss. Her boyfriend’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were on fire, his bottom lip twitching too much so he bit down on it.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll show you how much I love you more.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things fanfiction #fluff

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brambletakato · 2 months

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ok i havent drawn a lot so ill do a big artdump of some stuff i abandoned or at the very least wont finish for a long while (id in alt and story/thoughts below the image)

In a server that I'm in, we briefly talked about Descole hypothetically returning in NWOS and somebody mentioned he should bring Keats along. Inspiration struck and I drew this. I was hoping I could use Blender to make the buildings and whatnot, but I was intimidated by the task and ultimately ended up dropping the entire thing.

The building that Keats and Descole are on is… Meant to be a rough placeholder, I didn't mind redoing the entire thing but I wanted to at least have a vague idea before the entire draft slipped from my mind.

(More images in cut that are either old or kinda detached. also theres crossover stuff in there. be warned)

HAHA YOU CLICKED READ MORE NOW I CAN SHOW MY INSANITY. MWHAHAHA. MWHAHHAHAHAHAHA. ok so errm this is campaign des that i mentioned a few times and yes that is The Mario from The Paper Mario. I think about them so much and its a bit pathetic bc its like "you're overthinking a kid's mascot" ITS SO SILLY YOU DONT GET IT...

Oh right the doodle uhh so I was thinking about them and just drew a hypothetical scene for funsies, it didn't happen in roleplay (and also because I wanted to draw paper mario without a reference and see where that went). It's an ex-villain and struggling hero dynamic and i love it sm

Segments of a comic I drew for a friend in a super silly AU with dante from the limbus company hand on hip . Id get super embarrassed if i shared the details of the au because we kinda said "fuck it we ball" and made up stuff that shouldn't work at all lol. It's also why there's no text in the speech bubbles.

But the general gist of why I drew this is because we kept discussing a scenario where Descole has to fix up something in Dante's clockhead (vaguely inspired by that april fools episode) and i had a strong vision ab the comic. Also I had to make their head in blender because i was struggling with the perspective and wanted a flexible reference. First time drawing something not made out of flesh fur or fabric!! had a blast rendering the fire and the shine though. SUPER fun super recommend

I just like this little doodle,,, the expression vaguely reminds me of a ghibli villain and it scratches my brain. im expecting him to move on twos at 24 fps very subtly at any moment now.

And finally... um... yeah. "draw a character in this pose" sort of beat. sometimes I alternate using the sketchbook and marker pens in firealpaca and this is one of my rare marker doodles. Also this is pretty old afaik but i still think about it sometimes

happy sycamore sunday (even though hes not anywhere to be seen in these doodles)

#brambledrewagain #jean descole #campaign des

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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I dare you - Eddie Munson x F!Reader Smut 18+

Summary - You dare Eddie to go a week without masturbating, and it becomes a little too intense for both of you

Word count - 6k (not all of it is smut ok? there is a build)

Warnings - Intense smut, oral sex (f recieving), piv sex, biting, hickeys, kissing, undressing, grinding, slightly rough top eddie, mutual pining, has not been beta or even proof read

A/N - i have no words, i hope you enjoy

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

18+ minors do not engage

You were lying flat on your stomach on Eddie Munsons bed. It was Sunday evening, meaning time was running slowly like syrup and you were both dreading having to go into school the next day.

The two of you had been hanging around his trailer all day, doing nothing but smoking and taking turns reading out loud to each other from one of the various books that were littered around Eddie’s room.

“Wait, hang on, I want to show you this drawing I did for you.”

“For me?” Your eyes widened and you felt yourself get excited. You had seen tons of his drawings before, and he loved showing them to you, but there was always something special when he made art just for you. “Don’t go getting all high and mighty on me, it’s just a doodle.” Eddie teased you, he left his comfortable spot next to you to find it.

“Shit- where did I put it.” He mumbled to himself beneath his breath as he started looking around the absolute mess that was his bedroom. “I know I put it here… somewhere.”

Somewhere was a pretty tall order, given the current state of his room. The floor was completely covered, barring a small path carved out between the piles of clothes so he could actually walk to his bed.

And his desk was barely visible beneath the stacks upon stacks of paper and books that decorated the surface. As Eddie rummaged through his room you let your eyes wander and realised just how many… sensitive items he always had lying about.

The handcuffs were no secret, as they were proudly displayed where they hung on the wall. Or the bottle of lube that stood on the nightstand. But there were smaller things that you hadn’t realised before.

Seeing him toss a couple of stray socks towards his laundry basket you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Additionally you could spot more than one slightly suspicious rag or towel on the floor.

You had practically grown up with Eddie, ever since your first middle school talent show you had been joined at the hip. Even when Eddie finished middle school ahead of you, you stayed friends.

Part of you was intrigued by this part of him. You had always been close with Eddie, but also always just friends, nothing more. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, the natural charm Eddie carried with him made it impossible to not fall in love with him at least a little bit. And Eddie was usually always a little handsy with you whenever you were alone. You just never expected him to have had the same thought. And if he somehow had, would he even be interested?

What you didn’t know is that it had. On so many occasions that thought lived in Eddie’s mind for hours on end. Such as right now. Your legs were covered in ink doodles which he had drawn on you while you had been reading to him. You knew the two of you made a very strange pair, even as friends. The first time you had met Eddie Munson you had been sitting backstage at the middle school talent show after falling during your cheer routine and scraping your knee.

Eddie had sat with you, he made you laugh and temporarily forget the throbbing pain coming from your knee. That is when you found out that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, was still a freak but a really nice one at that.

At some point you had drifted apart a little bit, when Eddie went through his angry and horny teenager phase, his words. And he had promised that had outgrown it, but only the angry part it seemed. But when he found out you were buying weed from another dealer and being totally screwed over, he took it into his own hands to befriend you again.

You had just wanted some relief from the various stresses of your day to day life, and you knew that more than one of your fellow cheer team mates also smoked, so why the hell not?

However, you did find something that was way more addictive than drugs, Eddie Munson. The slightly mysterious and standoffish boy which turned out to be this goofy sweetheart with a heart of gold. Who also just happened to really appreciate your company as well.

And it wasn’t long before you started hanging out regularly, spending your free periods together at school, or hanging out in his trailer over the weekends. He would pick you up from late night practices when both of your parents were working late. Eddie quickly became an integral part of your life again. He even showed up to every single one of your cheer games just to support you.

But he had never managed to convince you to come to Hellfire, you had always been scared of being the odd one out or accused of favouritism.

“Found it!” Eddie exclaimed proudly and held up the paper for you to see. His words ripped you from your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw what he had drawn for you. It was a sketch of one of the Dungeons and Dragons characters they had created together, but you had never played it. “What! It’s not good?”

Eddie faked his hurt and clutched his hand to his heart as he dramatically fell onto the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you to pull you closer towards him. “How will I ever recover from this betrayal?”

You laughed and tried to push him away as you protested. “God no- who knows where those hands have been.”

“Are you calling me unhygienic?”

“No, I’m calling you a total horn dog Munson.” You teased and laughed at him before playfully shoving at his shoulder. “I think you might actually have a problem, y’know considering everything around here.”

It was no secret to anyone who knew him, Eddie Munson was constantly horny. What it was caused by could mostly be explained by the fact that he was a relatively young man with needs and urges.

“Who, me? Absolutely not.” Eddie rolled over on his side and used his arm to prop himself up. “I can stop whenever I want.” He claimed almost a little too proudly. “I just don’t see why I would ever want to.”

And as he said that, a deliciously evil idea fell into your head and you started hatching a little plan.

“Ok then.” You said and paused for a second, making sure that you had his full attention. His eyes came up to meet yours, those big brown doe eyes were always just a little too tempting. “I dare you to go a week without jerking off or sex.”

Eddie immediately burst out laughing.

“Well if it’s as easy as you say it is, then it shouldn’t be an issue right?” That made Eddie pause for a second. Were you taunting him? Would you do that?” “I’ll even do it with you, how about that?”

You were absolutely taunting him.

“Well I suppose the sex part won’t be difficult for you.” Eddie couldn’t help himself, if you were going to taunt him he was going to taung you right back. “I’m being serious!”

“So if I accept and I win this little challenge of yours, what’s in it for me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked at where you were laying. “What is my prize?”

You bit your bottom lip and thought it over for a second, you knew exactly what you could offer him which would make him fold. But you were also worried if you agreed he might actually manage to complete your challenge.

“If you win, big if, I will join a session of Hellfire, and I’ll even let you add whatever details you want to my character sheet.” The thought of the reward made Eddie’s eyes light up with a slight sparkle, and in that moment you knew you had him on the hook. “But if you lose, what do I get?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that sweetheart, this will be the easiest bet I’ve ever had to win.” He shot you a teasing look before he gave you a wink. Eddie’s voice was so smug you had to resist the urge to slap him. If there was one thing Eddie enjoyed, it was his own antics.

Eddie leaned over and offered you his hand, which you took and shook it, confirming their little bet. “May the best person win.” You said and squeezed his hand.

“I will.” Eddie responded.

Your bet started Sunday evening and Eddie wasn’t worried at all about your little challenge. A walk in the park he thought. But it didn’t take long for that to change and become increasingly more difficult.

Already by Tuesday afternoon he had started to realise that you might have a point, he was a total horn dog. Damn it he hated it when you were correct.

But currently he hated you more for the challenge you were making him undergo. And he was becoming more and more convinced you were doing this to taunt him. Already on Tuesday he noticed the changes in your wardrobe, wearing shirts that were a little too tight and skirts that were a little too short.

You would see him in the hallway and wave at him or flash him a cheeky smile, making his heart race a million miles a minute.

When Tuesday came around he was becoming increasingly agitated, and on Wednesday he was down right frustrating to be around. His leg was bouncing all day long and he thought he was going to go crazy from the restlessness.

Eddie kept snapping at people during lunch. And none of this was made better by the fact that he simply could not stop thinking about her. You were the reason he was in this hell to begin with.

And it didn’t take long for his mind to start wondering. Mentally exploring all kinds of dirty scenarios. The thought of bending you over, or laying you down on his bed became constant in his mind. You occupied so much room in his mind it became difficult for him to think.

By Thursday Eddie had become increasingly more agitated and stressed. And there had been no outlet for these feelings this week, and there was no way in hell he would be dishonest and lie to you.

When he picked you up from practice Thursday evening you slid into his passenger seat with the same ease you always did and flashed him a smile.

“You still holding out Munson?” You chuckled to yourself and pressed play on the car stereo. “Have I won yet?”

“No, I am still holding out strong sweetheart. You seem to be underestimating me.” Eddie had to take a deep breath and push down the frustration that was rising in his chest. He would not be able to handle it for long if you kept up with your regular teasing.

“Then I must congratulate you on your efforts so far, let's see if they last.”

Neither of you said anything the rest of the drive back to your house.

By second period Friday morning Eddie was convinced it was the worst day of his life. For the game that evening all the cheerleaders were dressed up in their uniforms. Your uniform had always been his weakness. Usually he could handle seeing you in it, granted he could jerk off while fantasising about you later.

Everything about you, the way you had done your hair, your make up, the cut of the uniform against your upper arms, and how fucking short that skirt was. It drove him absolutely insane, and Eddie knew that simply just jerking off could never satisfy the need that washed over him when he saw her.

From the second he had walked into school that morning you had been prepared, you knew the uniform would cause the reaction it did. The short skirt hitting your upper thighs just right to drive him crazy.

It wasn’t planned, it was just a very happy coincidence that it happened to be game day. And whenever you would see Eddie you just had to dial it up all the way. Batting your eyes at him, or giving him the brightest smile you could. You wanted to break him. Wanted to see his smugness taken down a peg. You wanted to win, and you were determined to do anything in your power to make it happen.

“Come to the game later?” You approached him during lunch where he was sitting with the rest of the members of the Hellfire club. You leaned over the table to where he was sitting so you could slide him a ticket. Knowing that from this angle he could absolutely be able to look down your shirt. “Please?”

Eddie had already been planning on making it to the game. He didn’t care one bit for the sport but he loved to watch you cheer. You always looked so free and without a care in the world. And getting to peek up your skirt now and then was just an added bonus. However today he was going to need a miracle to make it through.

He simply took the ticket from the table and nodded “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked after you had walked away, but Eddie never answered. And you knew you had him.

By the time the game rolled around Eddie still hadn’t recovered from your encounter in the cafeteria. But he was not about to let you down, no matter how much you were infuriating him. Eddie could swear you were doing it on purpose. And you were.

The game passed in a blurr, that was until he heard someone behind him starting to talk about you.

It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to overhear some snide comment about you, or see someone looking at you wrong during games. And normally he could handle it, but with the week he had been having, anger and frustration rose in his chest quicker than he realised.

People shouldn’t be looking at you that way, or talking about you like that. A part of him felt slightly guilty that he had jerked off to the mental picture of you more than once. You were his friend, one of his closest friends. But at the same time he wasn’t sure what to make of your relationship.

It had always been a little bit flirty in nature, and you would always riff off each other. Eddie had once called you sweetheart sarcastically but now that word had made its way into his daily vocabulary.

And he really did mean it too. His voice would always get just a little bit softer when he said it. It wasn’t his fault that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. How was he not supposed to fall in love with you?

So when he heard that comment, from that insolent little worm of a sophomore about you. He finally just lost it. Eddie wasn’t a violent person, but before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the sophomore’s collar and pushed him to the ground.

The rest was a blur, he was kicked out of the game and spent the rest of the time waiting for the game to finish.

He couldn’t blame the little worm for having those thoughts, because he had been having the same ones. His eyes had been glued to you throughout the entire game. The way you shook your pom poms, the intermission dance routine, every jump, split, kick.

This should not be so difficult for him. And he knew he sure was hell should not be having these thoughts. But if he told you, and you rejected him he didn’t know if he could take that. But for the life of him he could not stop thinking about you, about your body. Wondering how you’d look bent over his bed, skirt hiked up around your hips and underwear pushed to the side.

Sitting on the floor outside the gym Eddie only knew one thing for sure, he was going to make you pay, and maybe if he was lucky he was going to make you cry.

“What are you doing now?” Eddie approached you when the gym had cleared out a little bit. “We we’re going to get food to celebrate do you want-”

“Tell them you can’t make it, come with me to mine, get your stuff.” From his tone you could tell this was not a request.

Eddie said nothing the whole drive back to his trailer, he gripped to the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He slammed his car door with such force you worried he might accidentally break it.

“What do you think you are doing? Do you think this is funny?” Eddie asked the second the door to his trailed shut behind you.

“Think what is funny?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you couldn’t help but play dumb, because yeah it actually was really fun seeing him this pent up. You figured you had finally pushed him right up to the edge, and you were determined to push him over it.

“Oh that’s cute.” His tone was harsh, but his words were soft. “I think you know exactly what I am talking about.” He was definitely going to make you cry. “Your little bet, the revealing outfits, your showcase during lunch, this!” Eddie gesutered wildly to you, referencing your uniform. “You think all of this is funny?”

“Awe, are you struggling with my little challenge?” You absolutely could not resist teasing him, a part of you desperately needing him to pick up on the hints you were laying down. “Anything I can help you with?”

Then before you could react, your back was pressed up against the wall, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips and his lips crashed against yours.

Teeth and tongues meeting in a desperate, needy, open mouthed kiss. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Your little bet has been driving me crazy.” Eddie mumbled to you between desperate kisses. “Haven’t been able to think about anything but you all week sweetheart.” He had used the nickname for you so many times before, but this time, in this setting it was special.

“So what do you say?” Eddie didn’t need to say

“You know part of the bet was no sex right?” You would be lying if you said you didn’t want him, this week hadn’t been easy on you either, and if you were being honest you wanted him, so bad.

“But if I fuck you, then that means we both lose right?” Eddie quipped right back at you, tired of this game the two of you had been playing for so long, he needed you. You couldn’t do anything but nod in response and his lips met yours again.

You could feel the slightest stubble of his chin, indicating that he hadn’t shaved for the past couple of days. And his mouth tasted like that morning's mouthwash and this lunch’s cigarettes.

His hands cupping your face, desperately trying to bring you closer to him despite literally having your body flush against his. Eddie knew he would never be able to get enough of the feeling of your lips against his.

Eddie’s hands slid down your body and snaked beneath your thighs, lifting one of them around his waist, signalling for you to wrap your legs around him which you gladly did. His hands rested against your ass as he started carrying you further inside the trailer and to his room, carefully dropping you on your back onto his bed. Your need for him growing with each painstaking second that passed.

And Eddie was far beyond the point where he wanted you, he needed you, like yesterday.

His fingers grasping at the hem of your cheer top and you responded by lifting your arms above your head. His lips left yours for a moment while he pulled the article of clothing off your body, tossing it somewhere in the trailer. You hissed slightly at the feeling of the cold hair hitting your exposed body.

Eddie took a moment to look at your exposed chest as you were left standing only in your skirt and bra. “Fuck… my imagination fucking sucks.” He whispered before he placed one of his hands on your waist, holding you close to him, the other slowly started exploring your exposed skin. “You tell me if this becomes too much ok?”

You nodded again before he leaned in and kissed the top of one of your breasts. His arm moved around to hold the clasp of your bra between his fingers. “This is in the way.” He laughed against your skin. “You can take it off you know?”

That was all he needed, snapping off your bra and sliding it off your chest. “Beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His arms moved around you and pulled you into his lap. Letting you straddle his lap.

You playfully tugged at the hem of his shirt trying to signal to him to take it off. “I guess fair is fair.” Eddie laughed and ripped off his shirt to pull it off. The sight of his bare chest in front of you left you speechless for a second. The black ink of his tattoos sneaking along his bare chest and you could see his classic guitar pick

“Enjoying what you see? Because I sure do.” That's when you felt him beneath you, hard and poking against your thigh, the feeling was only turning you on further, the aching in your core becoming increasingly more difficult to withstand.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you buried your face in Eddie’s shoulder. He gently ran his fingers over you bare back, enjoying the feeling of so much of your skin against his. “We can stop if you want.” Eddie said the words reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment.

“I don’t want to stop.” You mumbled against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief. “Just… nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Eddie tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back so he could look at you. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded gently and Eddie captured your lips with his once more, quickly deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at the roots of your hair, and he was rewarded by a small moan that slipped between your lips. He had never heard anything so heavenly before.

Eddie flipped you over, once more resting you on your back and climbing on top of you. He ran his hand down your cheek and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head back to make eye contact with him before he kissed you again. And he kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Eddie kissed until he was worried he might pass out. His kisses spread and trailed down your body, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones.

He gently nipped at the soft skin with his teeth and ran his tongue over the sore spot apologetically when he heard you whine.

Even though he was desperate for you, and his cock was just aching to be inside of you, he wanted to take his sweet time with you. Because in his mind this might be the only time he got to do this.

Eddie places kisses across your boobs and chuckled to himself as your nippes hardened below his lips. Trailing kisses down your soft stomach before he got to the band of your cheer skirt.

“So what do you say? Gonna let me eat you out?” Had you not been so needy for him the question might have embarrassed you, but right now you couldn’t care and only nodded in response.

“I’m going to keep this on ok?” He said it like a question, but you knew he was only making you aware of his plans. Instead of taking the skirt off he pushed it up to your hips, flipping the fabric up and you immediately clenched your thighs together out of habit.

“No no sweetheart, you’re going to have to let me see.” Eddie whispered as you let him pull your thighs apart, heat rushed to your cheeks as he saw the wet patch that had started growing on your panties. “My god, you’re already so wet.”

Eddie ran his index finger over your panties, slowly dragging them over the damp spot you had created. “You know these are my favourite colour right?”

Of course you did, they were black. He leaned in closer, his warm breath so close to where you were most sensitive sent goose bumps across your skin.

“But- forgive me as I think they would look better on the floor.” Eddie’s fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your panties and tore them off your legs quickly, removing them in one swift motion before readjusting himself in front of you.

His hands rested on your thighs and you could feel the cold bite of his rings against your flushed skin. Eddie placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, a sigh leaving your lips as he did.

“You’re already so excited for me… so perfect.” Eddie didn’t give you any warning as he leaned in and ran his tongue through your soaked folds, the sudden movement making your thighs stiffen up and you squirmed beneath his touch as Eddie slowly started sucking at your clit.

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs as he slowly started working you over. God the look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. Your eyes closed, head thrown back into the pillow, eyebrows knitted tightly together as praises with his name spilled from your lips.

His tongue dipped in and out, circling and sucking at your folds and clit. Each moan and whimper that fell from your lips just edged him on further. He loved hearing his own name spill from your lips like it was a prayer to a god.

He would never be able to get enough of this, so for now he would have to make it count.

Your back arched from the bed and moans spilled from your lips as he continued to toy with you. Eddie moved one of his hands onto your stomach and pressed you back down against the bed. He showed no sign of slowing down. Your thigh started to tremble ever so slightly under his hand as he ate you out. “Eddie I’m gonna cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt yourself coming dangerously close to your release.

“No no no no, you can’t come just yet.” Eddie pulled away just a couple of inches from your soppy heat and a whine left your lips as he placed another kiss against the inside of your thigh. “A couple more minutes, you owe me that for all the teasing you’ve been doing.” He practically demanded.

“I- I can’t.” You managed to croak out.

“Yes you can, come on be good for me.” With that Eddie went back to feasting on her, sucking harder at your clit making you whimper louder.

“Eddie.” You moaned his name louder this time and felt herself approach the edge of your orgasm once more. “Just one more minute, focus now.” He mumbled directly against your pussy and the vibrations were almost too much for you to handle.

Eddie pressed a finger against your leaking entrance, gently circling it with his index finger, almost warning you of what was to come. Before you could react he pushed his finger into you and he groaned as he felt how tight you were around it, only imagining what it would be like to fuck you later. Eddie smirked as he found your g-spot, ever so slightly curling his finger against it, making your hips jerk forward.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” He finally whispered, his face not leaving your pussy as he spoke. You didn’t need any more encouragement, letting your orgasm wash over you. You clenched around his finger and your eyes slid shut tightly as you rode your high. Eddie was still working you over, slipping in another finger at the tail end of your orgasm, wanting to drag it out for as long as he could.

Eddie’s own hips had been grinding against his mattress, your moans driving him crazy as he craved for his own release. He pulled away from between your legs and said something you couldn’t comprehend. Your mind was clouded by the post orgasm pleasure, chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat formed along your skin.

“What-” You finally said when your mind had cleared just a little bit more. Your brain was completely foggy and you were struggling to think straight.

Eddie tipped your head back and kissed you again, not caring where his mouth had been just moments before.

“May I fuck you now?” He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and jaw, admiring the work he had done earlier. He savoured the touch of your salty skin against his lips and tongue. “Please, I need to fuck you.” A skirk spread across your face as you heard him say please, and you finally realised that he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. Noticing how hard he was and how he had been grinding himself against the bed, desperate for any form of friction or relief.

You nodded excitedly and tugged at his hair so he would get the hint. Eddie smiled widely at her, grabbing your hips and turning you over so your stomach laid against the mattress.

He shuffled off the bed and let the rest of his clothes drop to the floor, and he reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom and the bottle of lube. You tried to turn your head to look at him but he grabbed you by the base of your neck and pushed you back into the pillow. “Stay right there.” He commanded.

He ran his hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of times, groans spilling from his lips that made you desperate to have him fill you up. It didn’t take him long to roll the condom down the length of him.

Eddie ran the head of his cock through your folds, letting your slit coat him. “You ready sweetheart?”

You were just about to open your mouth as he pushed into you, making a loud moan spill from your lips instead. He pushed into you with the slightest amount of force, bottoming out almost instantly, letting his hips still against yours for a moment as he got used to the feeling of you. It was nothing short of heavenly.

“Whoops- seems like you were too slow there.” Eddie said as he slowly pulled back, almost slipping out of you before thrusting back in. The pleasure welled inside you as Eddie started to establish a painstakingly slow pace.

Skin slapped against skin as Eddie kept up his almost brutal thrusts. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm and quickly lost the ability to form any sort of coherent sentences. “God- fuck-” The words you managed to get out were muffled into the pillow, Eddie still kept one hand at the back of your neck keeping you in the position he wanted.

“God isn’t the person you want to be praying to right now sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled as he thrusted into you again. His hand came down and smacked your ass just enough so it would sting. “Such a pretty ass.” Eddie murmured.

He had slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts, the feeling of you around him was intense. You was so tight, and warm, and wet. It was perfect, and he was already struggling to hold on.

Your breaths hitched as he continiued to fuck you, sweat beading across your back and you were sure Eddie had fucked the ability to speak out of you already. You were putty in his hands.

“So tight… and wet… and all fucking mine.” At this point his hips were slamming against yours, and the sound echoed around his small room. Grunts and swears fell from Eddie’s lips as he fucked you.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him as Eddie fucked you into the mattress. He quickly came to love seeing you this way, so helpless and completely at his disposal to use however he pleased.

It didn’t take long for either of you to feel the familiar pleasure rising in your bodies, threatening to spill over any second. Eddie leaned down so his chest was flush with your back, and he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Come on now darling, beg for me to let you cum on my cock.” His words almost did it for you , almost too much to handle and nearly tipped you over the edge then and there.

Your mind was so clouded with pleasure that you could barely form the words he wanted to hear, but slowly and surely they started spilling from your lips.

“Please Eddie please- please let me cum.”

“There is that pretty voice of yours.” You could hear his smug grin in the tone of his voice. He was still pounding into you at a relentless pace, chasing his own orgasm. “Cum for me, go on princess cum on my cock.”

You didn’t need much more than that, with a couple more thrusts from Eddie your second orgasm of the night took hold of your body and you cried out. Moans and whimpers entwined on your lips and you could swear you were screaming his name.

Clenching around him sporadically as you came around his cock. As Eddie felt you cum he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly and it didn’t take long before he was coming too. But he refused to stop fucking you as he did. Fucking them both through their orgasms.

Eddie collapsed on the bed next to you as they both slowly dwindled down from their highs, close enough to be breathing the same air. Your body had gone limp against the sheets and you were convinced you would never walk again.

You felt Eddie’s arms around you, pulling your weak body against his and pulling the blanket around you.

“If I knew you were that good in bed I would have let you fuck me years ago?” You mumbled directly into his chest, a little embarrassed to finally be admitting it.

“Years?” Eddie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised and you only nodded in response. “Spring break sophomore year to be exact.” You whispered against his chest.

“We went swimming at the quarry, you had just gotten your first chest tattoo and I could not stop staring at it.”

Eddie laughed softly and pulled you in closer, he remembered that day so well, but for other reasons.

“You know, that was the first time I saw you in a bikini and I couldn’t stop staring at your tits.”

“Perv.” You joked and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

Neither of them said anything for a minute, only laying there in the mess of Eddie Munsons bedroom tangled in each other's limbs, enjoying your post orgasm haze.

“So I suppose we both had a bet we lost.” Eddie said and you peeked up at him from where you were laying, as your eyes met his you both burst out laughing, not being able to help yourselves. “I suppose we did, what were you gonna give me if you lost?”

“Oh I was gonna give you a free ride with yours truly.”

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