#hes so silly I want to beat him up with a bat

[toh-tagteam-au]

What would Belos be telling Luz about the Day of Unity? Personally I am imagining him not telling her people will die because he knows Luz isn't ready to hear that yet, but explaining it a little differently from how he sold it to the public/the Coven Heads... maybe hyping up her specialness to explain why she won't need a coven seal for it, or talking about how he's excited for the future they'll create together after the DOU (...when they return to the human world as the conquering heroes)

Oh man, I REALLY like that concept. TT Belos isn't going to go totally in that direction, but if he was a tad more emotionally stable/logical like how he is in Canon then this is def the path he would take.

[lisired]

can you keep it down?

pairing: neighbor!mark x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but it’s more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)

summary: The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

word count: 10.4k

a/n: 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door. 

It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed. 

Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Mark’s. 

He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you. 

“Hey,” he greeted, voice gruff. “Sorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I can’t sleep.”

For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You weren’t aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses. 

When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. “Fuck. I’m so, so sorry, I had no idea. I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”

He gave you a courteous nod and replied, “No worries. Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didn’t even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole. 

But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father. 

That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didn’t even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor. 

Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girl’s face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you rationalized yourself and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker weren’t on the list. 

The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe. 

Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someone’s sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast. 

You played it cool. “Are you stalking me, neighbor?” 

Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. “My name is Mark,” he introduced himself, smiling blithely. “And don’t flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.” 

With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didn’t mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since. 

“Mark,” you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. “What do you have to ask me, Mark?” 

Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, “Who’s fucking you so good that you can’t be quiet?”

He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.

Feigning indifference, you replied, “No one. Most of the time it’s just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so it’s rare for me to find time to mess with people.” 

Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys. 

That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you weren’t dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didn’t expect the same girl that flushed red when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor. 

Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone else’s job for them,” you smiled tiredly. 

He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. “Damn, no wonder. You must like things rough.”

That took you by surprise, but you didn’t dare show it. “You have no idea,” you grumbled, playing it safe. “What about you?”

Mark grinned with pride. “I’m an editor for a publishing company.”

“Must be fun.”

“I can’t complain. It’s a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.”

You chuckled. “Amen to that.” 

It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests. 

Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence. 

Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. “I’d better get going. I have to pick up my son.”

“Your son?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions. 

“Yes, my son,” Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldn’t make out. “It’s Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.” 

You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didn’t get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base. 

But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time. 

That was the thing, though - Mark didn’t know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.

For at least the weekend, you obliged Mark’s wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you weren’t petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasn’t like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of. 

Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldn’t have, but you couldn’t help it. 

Mark was giving you a headache. You weren’t one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasn’t the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you weren’t. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges. 

The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it. 

“You have a stubble,” you commented, nearly gawking. 

Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if you’d never seen a man with a stubble before. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you don’t shave. Shocking, I know.” 

“I kind of like it.”

He snickered. “Only kinda?”

More than kind of - and while you weren’t afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Mark’s physical attractiveness that you hadn’t even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter. 

He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasn’t sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekend’s encounter, you didn’t strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident. 

So was he. 

“You’re just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?” 

There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former. 

“Sight for sore eyes,” you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, “I love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.”

Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. “Mm,” he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, “What else do you like?” 

Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge. 

Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, “Initiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?” 

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you wanna come in, then?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that very much,” you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence. 

Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship. 

“What girlfriend?” He threw you an utterly confused look. “I haven’t been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.” 

You stared at him with genuine surprise. “I saw you sucking some girl’s face like last week.” 

“And have you seen her around here again since?” Mark scoffed, amused. 

What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, “She’s not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but I’m sure you weren’t able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.”

Was. That meant not any more. 

Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, “Maybe your dick game is just weak if she’s that quiet.”

“You wanna find out?” Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldn’t take the bait. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

Mark’s hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough. 

You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didn’t want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didn’t wasn’t relevant. “Are you saying that you want me?” 

“I do want you,” Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldn’t hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. “Do you want me?”

Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, “So bad.”

“Then, stop deflecting.”

With one little breath, you said, “Fine,” then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist. 

As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you weren’t against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily. 

You tugged on Mark’s hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces. 

A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable. 

You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait. 

Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, “See you later, Mark.”

Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow. 

Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction. 

But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone else’s point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.

Even when he wasn’t in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about. 

One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re the one stalking me. What in God’s name are you of all people doing at a playground?”

“Please. You’re not that special. I don’t have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,” you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. “You see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? That’s my niece. I’m babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Today’s their anniversary and they wanted peace.”

Mark bobbed his head, understanding. “Of course. You can’t have any of that around a child. How old is she?”

“Just turned six about a week ago.” 

“Around my son’s age,” he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. “He’s right there on the swings. Six, but he’s nearing seven.”

He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart. 

You smiled softly with awe. “Stole your whole face. There’s no way in hell you could deny that boy.”

Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. “Damn right. My little mini-me,” he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. “Fond of kids?” 

“I babysitted throughout college,” you replied pensively. Reminiscent. “Believe it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so I’ve always been around children.” 

Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. “What about you?” he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, “Do you want kids of your own?” 

There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. “Someday. When I’m married and sure I’ve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that I’m able to take care of my family and spend time with them,” you said, smiling wistfully. “My parents were busy people. They weren’t around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.” 

Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. “You don’t want to be pitied, do you?” 

You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, “Nope.” 

“I feel for you anyways,” Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. “And I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell you’re gonna be a great mother.” 

You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him. 

It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal. 

You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldn’t wait. 

Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Mark’s hands on you, even in non-sexual ways. 

He pulled you into him and asked, “How long are you keeping her?”

“Just until five. I’m taking her to her grandma’s after this,” you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. “Why?”

There was a shine in Mark’s pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, “Because I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?” 

You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. “Dunno. What kind of ride?” 

“The kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,” Mark shrugged. “It’s a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?” 

Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other ‘baby’ a couple of times, but ‘doll’ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment. 

“I’m down. Meet me outside the complex at six?” You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time. 

Mark nodded and smiled back. “I will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.” 

You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly. 

At six o’clock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were. 

Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldn’t pinpoint.

Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driver’s seat. “What’s funny?” 

“Chivalry,” you sighed, smiling. “Apparently, it’s not dead.”

Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it. 

As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasn’t awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing. 

You glanced at him witheringly, but he was unbothered. Then, you teased with a grin, “Oh, yeah. Show out, Beyoncé.” 

“Stop being a hater,” Mark groaned, then went back to singing. 

After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that you’d be in your new neighbor’s car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you weren’t stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free. 

It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you weren’t both determined to get into each other’s pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice. 

“You never answered my question that day.”

“Hm?” you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didn’t mind. “What question?”

Mark’s hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t move it, but you couldn’t ignore his fingers on your skin. “I asked you, what else do you like?” 

“About you, or in general?”

He shrugged. “Whatever gets you talking.”

You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. “Well, in general, I like a bunch of things. I’ve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties aren’t my scene. I’m a more reserved person. I love the color blue.” 

“Why blue?”

“Because it looks amazing on me,” you winked. 

“Mm,” Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. “What else?” 

“Hm, well,” you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. “About you, there’s a lot for me to like, too. You’re confident, smart, funny, sexy,” then you licked your lips and added, “And an excellent kisser.” 

Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. “What a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,” he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze. 

But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew. 

“I like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. I’ve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,” you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations you’d had. “I like how we’re similar, too. I think that’s part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. We’re cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and we’re not afraid to go get it. It’s like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever I’m with you.”

“Or a very calculated game of chess,” Mark added, shaking his head with amusement. 

You giggled. “But there’s something about you that’s so… alluring. I’m attracted to it. You’re a hardworking borderline control freak that’s unafraid of sincerity. I love it.”

“Romantic. I’m swooning,” he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare. 

“And you’re the right amount of sarcastic.” 

“And that’s what gets you going?”

“Baby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,” you admitted. 

Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you. 

Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt. 

“Woods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?” you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.

Mark didn’t take his eyes off the road as he replied, “And dump it in the lake.” 

“Lake?”

He smiled. “You’ll see.” 

You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Mark’s reflection staring back at you. 

There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Mark’s arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food. 

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head. 

Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, “It is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. It’s a nice place that I’ve always wanted to share with someone.” 

“You trust me enough to share it with me?” you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. “I mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.” 

“Then, you better do your taxes, or else I’ll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.” 

You made a face of faux fear. “Shiver me timbers!” 

Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldn’t capture. 

There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didn’t, you couldn’t get away. 

Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didn’t. Instead his lips parted to say, “Watch the sunset with me.” 

Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist. 

The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Mark’s company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.

And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. 

“I can’t control myself anymore,” Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood. 

Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the other’s touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point. 

When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your despires were no longer pure wants - they were needs. 

“Mark,” you exhaled through shallow breaths, “Please.” 

Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. “You’re begging?” 

You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you weren’t necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. “Please, I want it.”

That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didn’t want to give himself to you yet. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasn’t ideal. 

Mark shook his head. “I’m not fucking you in my car.” 

You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, “Why not? Don’t wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?” 

“My first time was in the back of a car,” Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didn’t deserve it. “And everything I wanna do to you can’t happen in a car. You’ve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.” 

“Ever the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,” you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.

Mark entwined his fingers with yours. “But you love that about me.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?” he teased. 

You rolled your eyes. “No, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed ‘Markie Pooh’ soon. I like to be courted.” 

Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, “I’ll enclose it with a kiss.” 

You giggled. 

Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever. 

But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasn’t in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted. 

Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly. 

For a little extra flare, you moaned Mark’s name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind. 

Mark didn’t text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence. 

It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion. 

When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down. 

“Had fun last night?” 

Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, “You mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?” 

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Mark chastised, glaring. “I heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.” 

Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind. 

Mark wasn’t having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win. 

The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency. 

Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might. 

“Mark,” you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. “I want to touch you.” 

He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. “If you want to so bad, then beg.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, “I begged you once and now you’re getting too used to it.” 

“If you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?” 

You sighed. “I do.”

Mark gave you an expecting look. “Then, beg.” 

“You want me to get on my knees, too?” you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you. 

The grin on his lips then was infuriating. “Don’t worry, you’ll do that later.” 

Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Mark’s eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you. 

“Please,” you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. “Let me touch you, Mark, please.” 

Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb. 

Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom. 

By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, “You do look good in blue.” 

He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, “Get on your knees.” 

Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people you’d been with to show for it. 

You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would. 

The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long. 

His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that you’d finally get to the best part. 

“Don’t tease me, doll. You won’t like what’ll happen if you keep up,” Mark warned. 

“Punish me, Mark,” you said, smiling broadening. 

He wasn’t given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck. 

Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. “Stop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.” 

In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that you’d frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent. 

The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner. 

He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasn’t the loudest guy that you’d been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time. 

That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out. 

“Good girl. Just like that,” he praised, pushing your head down a little more. 

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close. 

When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag. 

“Just when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,” Mark spat, pulling your hair again. “You just can’t listen, can you?”

You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.

He shot you a withering look, adding, “You always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I won’t give an inch and you don’t know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.” 

Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldn’t catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment. 

Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much. 

Mark groaned, “Fuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?”

As a way of saying ‘yes’, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed. 

You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage. 

There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile. 

You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, “What?” 

“Nothing,” he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. “I’m simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.” 

You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. “And I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.” 

“Funny how you’re only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.”

Wittily, you retorted, “Maybe I would shut up if you fucked me.” 

Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. “Mm-hm. That’s why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?”

One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like. 

His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. “That was a question, doll.” 

“Yes,” you choked out. “Please. I want it so bad, Mark.”

“So wet, all for me,” he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadn’t been this wet in ages. “How long has it been since you were last with someone?”

“I don’t know, like three months,” you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. “A really long fucking time, basically.” 

Mark made a face, surprised. “No wonder you’re so damn needy.”

His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck. 

“It’ll be a year by the time you fuck me,” you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldn’t put it past him. It was working. 

Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps. 

The sight of your naked body had Mark’s dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn. 

That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.

You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Mark’s cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts. 

Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. “Mark, hurry the hell up,” you grumbled. 

“Mm, no. I think I’ll keep going like this,” Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasn’t the least bit sympathetic. “I told you, you weren’t going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.” 

Just like he said you wouldn’t, you weren’t liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch. 

“Fuck you,” you spat, insincere. 

Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, “That’s no way to talk to the man who you’re so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll reconsider.” 

Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. “Mark, can you please move faster?” 

“Don’t you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,” Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size. 

In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.

This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that he’d make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job. 

But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did. 

“Pussy’s so damn tight,” Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already. 

Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel. 

Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing and said, “Don’t be gentle with me, baby.”

Mark smiled softly. “I don’t plan to be, doll.” 

When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Mark’s, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his. 

Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Mark’s bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name. 

He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, “Be fucking quiet.”

That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Mark’s gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch. 

“You like that, huh?” he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldn’t get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer. 

Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time. 

There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much. 

Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness. 

Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, “Mark,” his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldn’t help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full. 

“Brat,” Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didn’t bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “That’ll shut you up.” 

There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. “Can’t hear you, babe,” he said.

You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasn’t fair. 

It wasn’t long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass. 

Mark’s pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didn’t want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldn’t. 

Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, “Can I please cum, Mark?” 

“Let go for me, babe,” Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing. 

There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars. 

Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily. 

“So,” he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. “How’s that for a weak dick game?” 

You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. “I take it back,” you replied. “It’s alright.”

Mark raised a brow. “Just alright? Like I didn’t have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop screaming my name?” 

“I was not screaming.”

“You were screaming. And…,”

Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving. 

“One more round?” you asked when you pulled away. 

Mark snickered. “Don’t tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.”

You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. “Nope, I’m tempting you. Now give in.”

Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. “Damn, baby,” he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. “I just fucking might.” 

Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision you’d ever made - and Mark was living proof. 

He was your temptation.

[thatsdemko]

don’t go - c.leclerc

masterlist | pairing: Charles Leclerc x gasly!reader

summary: a bad date leads you to a certain asshole in your brothers living room…

warnings: NOT intended for minors(18+) + oral (m receiving) + angst + slightly unedited (potential grammatical errors)

it didn’t have to be so hard to have one successful date, but somehow in the country of Monaco, it was damn near impossible without having to hear some sort of brag about fancy cars and formula one drivers. which funny enough, all of that is what you wanted an escape from. having a brother in the Motorsport meant your whole life revolved around it, and all you wanted was evening where you didn’t have to talk about cars.

“I’m so sorry,” kika softly mutters, her fingers dragging through your hair as you lay your head in her lap, “he sounds like such an asshole.”

you sit up from her lap, taking in the three who sat and listened to your horrific date night: Pierre, your brother—who looks about ready to beat someone up—, kika, who instantly wrapped her arms around you when your stormed in, and Charles. the Ferrari driver who sat silently listening.

“he wasn’t though. he just didn’t need to bring up max verstappen.” you say, the name feeling foreign against your lips. looking across the room, you lock eyes with Charles who shifts rather uncomfortably in his seat, “maybe dating in Monaco is a bad idea.” he suggests.

Pierre barks out a laugh, “and what? just move solely for the men? that’s ridiculous.”

Charles replies with the shrug of his shoulders, “Monaco is all about cars and racing drivers. I’m sorry, y/n, you should expect that.”

“what you should expect is not everyone to want to be involved in this silly little sport, Charles. Monaco doesn’t have to always be about cars and your sport.” kika huffs out rather annoyed at how the conversation has shifted. you would be too, if you weren’t already annoyed about other things— ie: your date.

“he’s being overly dramatic, y/n,” Pierre hisses, his eyes volleying back and forth between his friend and you, “ignore him.”

Charles rolls his eyes mumbling words under his breath no one can make out. the conversation shifted back to you, your brother and his girlfriend consoling you while Charles sits in the corner bored. he’d come over due to Pierre’s invite for dinner, but what he didn’t expect to see was you.

for months you and Charles snuck around sleeping together until one day Charles started publicly dating. you were heartbroken, truly, but you could never show or say why and who had done it to you. the evidence was right under their noses, they just never took the time to look.

“I’m not being overly dramatic,” Charles says rolling his eyes, “I’m being reasonable. I’m sure there are men in Milan for you.”

“what’s up your ass today? seriously, just because she broke up with you doesn’t mean you have to take it out on y/n.”

a smile threatens to tug against your lips. it takes everything in you to turn away from Charles so he doesn’t see your reaction, but he can tell by the crinkles by your eyes. you’re finding this humorous.

“I didn’t come here to get chewed out.”

“well neither did I.” you turn your head back in his direction, eyes sinking in on him, he finds himself back in the uncomfortable gaze.

he hates how intense and blue your eyes get when you narrow in on someone. those ocean blue eyes you have carry a heavy amount of emotion without even having to bat an eyelash.

“let’s just have some more wine.” kika offers rising up off the couch and breaking the growing tension in the room.

“that sounds fine to me.”

—

the night air of Monaco whips your hair around off your shoulders. standing outside, you needed air from Charles and the tension, but it’s seemed to follow you despite your attempts.

“you know, I didn’t mean to behave the way I did,” he starts, closing the gap between you two, standing beside you, “you should be allowed to date someone who knows nothing about max verstappen or even me.”

“but you’re right,” you say. shifting your gaze from the cars that drive the twist and turns of Monaco, you look up at him and into his chocolate brown eyes, “I should expect that here. Monaco is full of drivers and driver wannabes.”

he snorts replaying the words ‘driver wannabes’ in his head, he remembers the days where he was one of those wannabes. time flew for him, and looking at you is the indication of that for him sometimes. your beauty flourished with age, and only seemed to take his full attention more and more as you grew up, and he wished maybe you weren’t trying to avoid the racing scene because he knows you’d be a great couple.

“don’t move to Milan,” he says moving an inch closer, arms brushing against one another. the action is just enough to erupt butterflies in your stomach, “what would I do without you here?” his face inches closer to yours, and he doesn’t realize he’s doing it but his eyes close and his lips softly land agains yours.

pulling away, you wrap your fingers around the curls in his hair and pull him closer to your body, “tell me, what would you do?” you ask, fingers trailing down the length of his body before undoing the button of his jeans, “would you be doing this?” you yank the zipper, take your fingers against the waistband and sink down to the cement while pulling his jeans to his ankles.

“n-no.” he hesitates, eyes flickering over the light inside the apartment for a brief second, but his thoughts vanish feeling your fingers gently graze his cock.

“fuck, y/n.” he whimpers and it’s pathetic but boosts your ego as your lips wrap around his tip.

his body shivers, knees stiff in place feeling your tongue swivel, lips suck him, and teeth gnaw him. how could he ever have thought someone else could do this to him? how could he ever imagine another woman when you’re on your brothers balcony sucking him off.

your nails dug deep into the skin of his hips, you feel him buckle, hips jutting outward. you can’t hear much of him, ears too red at the tips you only hear the sound of the blood rushing, but you know Charles. you know his weakness is you on your knees in front of him.

coming was quick— as he hadn’t been touched in ages like that— it was almost embarrassing for him, but you don’t mind. dusting yourself off, you take the glass of red wine that was sitting on the ledge of the balcony and watch Charles collect himself back to normal, “maybe I won’t go. you’ll miss me too much.” you press a kiss to his cheek before heading inside to find a movie playing.

“what are we watching?” you ask sinking into the cushion beside your big brother.

Charles rejoins, taking a seat beside kika, far enough distance between you. if that was how you were going to play him, like nothing happened, he could do that too.

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[writing-fanics]

‘silly little love affair’ [part iii of V maybe?]

[warning: angst: adam being a jerk: mentions of depression: implications of self-harm : feelings of loneliness]

previous part > next part

[a/n: y/n is dealing with a lot yes a big reason, is being apart from Lucifer. But even before then she always dealt with the feeling of loneliness and depression, she felt as if she wasn’t perfect like her brother that she was basically an afterthought (which she was). Adam is no way perfect but he got everything served to him a partners (that were all stolen by Lucifer lol) while she didn’t get anything.

which is why I should make a chapter where it’s y/n back in the garden of Eden, she asks the angels to make her a partner cause she’s feeling lonely. and they don’t even bat an eye just telling her no. Which is why she holds such disdain towards Adam and Sera.

“You really do love him?” asked Emily, and [Y/n] lifted her head. A faint smile appeared across her tear stained face, as she held the rubber duck in her hand, “More than anything.” said [Y/n], looking at the younger seraphim with bags under her eyes.

A portal appeared beside Emily, “Go,” said Emily, a smile on her face. [Y/n] looked at her in shock confused, but she gestured towards the portal to hell. She saw it the familiar Morningstar Manor, tears trickled down her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t worry about Sera or Adam, I’m doing my job bringing joy to others,” she said, looking at her a warm smile on her face.

Even before she started a relationship with Lucifer, she always hated being alone. She struggled making friends even in Heaven, only being able to with Emily. She didn’t like to talk much or converse with other people, she felt awkward around others. Which is why she bonded so quickly with Lucifer, she fell in love with him as they became friends.

He made her laugh, and smile. She felt safe and comfortable around him. When they shared their first kiss, she felt butterflies in her stomach and fireworks. She’s never felt this way about anyone before, and it was scary at first but she grew to love the feeling.

“Emily?!” a voice shouted, appearing in the room. Sealing the portal shut, the hope faded from [Y/n]’s eyes once again.

“Going behind my back, you know better.” said Sera, and Emily looked at her and pointed towards [Y/n]. Sera looked over at her and had to admit, she felt a slight pang of guilt. Seeing how miserable and how worse for wear she looked, her eyes drifting towards the her long sleeve shirt. Catching a glimpse of yellow ichor, causing her to raise her eyebrow in concern.

[Y/n] tugged, on her sleeve to cover and brought her arm close to her chest. She looked up at Sera, and then looked away sadly her shoulders sulking, “I’m not going behind your back! I’m doing my job bringing joy to others.” Emily protested, to the older Seraphim.

She had to admit she hated the fact she was going behind Sera’s back. But she was only doing her job bringing joy to others.

“But it’s unfair she deserves to be happy!”

“It’s my job to bring joy to others.”

“She deserves it!”

Sera grew tense, “Emily! That is enough!” shouted Sera, looking at her. [Y/n] gripped the covers of her bed, her knuckles turning white. Her lower lip quivered as tears trickled down her cheek, “J-Just forget it.” said [Y/n], as she looked down her nose turning red.

Emily and Sera, looked over at her. Emily walked over towards her and placed her hand on her shoulder, “I-I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” she said, shaking her head.

Emily shook her head, “I won’t.” She said, and glared looking at Sera. “Cause I’m doing my job.” She said, and Sera shook her head her arms folded across her chest.

[Y/n] shook her head slowly, “stop moping about y/n, you’ll be fine.” Sera said.

“Says, the one who’s crush didn’t reciprocate your feelings.” spat [Y/n], mumbling under her breath. Sera’s eyes widened her brows furrowed, “You’ve got some nerve!” Sera said, looking at her angrily.

“I might! But you have some nerve keeping me away from the one I love!” shouted [Y/n], and the older Seraphim stared at her angrily.

“I’ve never been happier, felt more alive.” She said, as she ran her fingers through her hair, “you’ll never understand what it’s like being in love, how it feels to be apart from your other half!” She shouted, clenching her fist her eyes almost glowing red.

Sera stared at her a looked filled with disdain, “You’re right I’ll never know, and you’ll never see him again.” grumbled Sera, glaring at her and Emily looked at her in shock and disbelief, at her cruelty. “Sera!” Emily shouted in disbelief, and Sera held up a hand.

“That’s my final say,” she finished.

“Letting you fall will just be doing you a service.” Sera said, and the angel just shook her head and stared back at her covers. “I hope karma bites your ass,” She spat, glaring at the older Seraphim.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, a portal appeared beneath [Y/n]. A portal straight to hell, she fell through immediately before Sera ad time to react. Emily smiled, and gave her a little wave goodbye. She didn’t have time to thank her before, the portal closed.

……….

[Y/n] flapped her wings only able to fly for a couple of seconds, only for them to go limp. She screamed, as she tried to use her wings to no avail.

Her wings flapped for a couple of seconds to only go limp. Once again sending her plummeting toward the ground. A sense of panic set in as she realized she was once again plummeting towards the ground below. She frantically tried to regain control, but to no avail. Her heart racing, tears trickling down her cheeks as she got closer and closer to the ground.

She closed her eyes bracing herself for impact, unsure if she would survive the fall. She whispered to herself, as feathers come off her angelic wings and her halo faded away. Her eyes turning red and her sclera turning, yellow. Her forearm turning a dark reddish black, and her nails sharpening to resemble that of claws.

As much as she tried to use her wings, it was no use. They were just to weak only able to support her for a couple of seconds, before giving out. Sending her plummeting back down towards the ground. She closed her eyes once again, this time she thought for the final time.....

Until a pair of arms had caught her from her free fall

“Y-Y/n?” her heart stopped, her eyes shot open and she came face to face with the love of her life. Tears brimmed her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m home.” She whispered, he was taken a back for a moment. He wanted to ask her so many questions. But decided it was best to wait.

Chapter III.5 Sneak Peek

Sera looked down at [Y/n] who stood before her sheepishly, “What is it, Y/n?” asked Sera, looking down at the human who fiddled with her fingers nervously.

“I-I, was wonder c-can I maybe have a partner as well?” She asked, nervously biting her lip. Sera looked at her raising her eyebrow, “You come to ask me now of all times?”

Her eyes widened, “I-I didnt mean?!” She stammered, looking at her. Sera looked down at her, “Lucifer Morningstar, has just corrupted the world with his concept of free will. Bringing evil into the world we created.” said Sera, and furrowed her brows at the human.

“You’ve come to ask me for a partner?” She growled. [Y/n] looked down and her body seemed to shrink, as tears brimmed her eyes feeling embarrassed.

“I-I was just feeling lonely.” Y/n said, sadly. “I don’t have time for this Y/n,” sera said, turning away. The human sighed, and sulked away tears trickling down her cheeks as she exited the room.

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[princessbrunette]

asking rafe to slap you when you guys r having sex cus one of your girlfriends mentions her and her bf do it. so he does it but it’s like weak, and just begging him to go harder and he’s just like “ huh?? “

- 🌟

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being allll wired up and getting ideas in your head after that conversation with your friend because she was like “i bet rafe would give you a good one. that man would probably knock you tf out” and your pupils just become hearts bc yea <3 that’s your man <33

and then you see him lose his temper at a party and rough some guy up, and it just pushes you to want it even more !! next time you’re fucking you’re just grinding on his lap, batting your lashes at him like “please slap me? please? j’st— really want it, dad!” and he literally rolls his eyes and laughs at you because ???

“you want me to slap you? am i— am i hearing that correctly?”

“mhm. just need you to. please?”

so he gives you a lil tap on the cheek, and it’s not enough — but he notices how hard you clench, how much more you roll your hips on his lap. “happy? there’s your goddamn slap.”

“nooo, harder rafey.”

“i’m not beating you baby, jesus— just take this fucking dick would you? talkin’ too damn much.”

and then u just get silly n have a whole tantrum about it til he flips you on your back roughly with one hand round your neck and the other slapping the shit out of you !! “yeah? yeah? think you’re a big girl huh? you wanna cry now? after throwing a fuckin’ fit begging me to hit you? nah. you fuckin’ provoked me. shut up and take it, kid.” :(

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[kibblz-n-bitz]

Unabashed

Summary: Luffy wants you. He isn't afraid to tell you, either.

Warnings: Needy Luffy, rough sex, biting, breeding, I'm just really horny for this guy ok i'm practically writing this half asleep, NOT beta read

"I want you."

The statement made you choke on the drink you had lifted to your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as Luffy stared at you. There was no embarrassment or shame laced into his features. He'd said it so casually, as if complimenting the weather or Sanji's cooking.

The two of you had been helping Franky move some supplies into the storage room. You'd just finished moving the last set of boxes and were sitting in the room, relaxing with your captain with a drink Sanji had bought you. He ignored Luffy's pleas for one, so the two of you were sharing the fizzy beverage.

You were giggling at some joke Luffy had made before he paused and stared at you. He had tilted his head, almost as if he was confused, before confessing to you. Without missing a beat, Luffy leaned down to wrap his lips around the straw from the cup that was still in your hand. You blinked, dumbfounded.

"L-Luffy, what do you mean?"

"I feel all funny whenever I'm around ya. Down here." He took your other hand, bringing it to his lower abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch underneath your palm. He was warm. "And it means that I want ya."

Heat rushed to your cheeks. How your captain was able to say something so bold without batting an eye, you'd never know. But this is Luffy you were talking about. It's not much of a surprise, either. You looked down to where your hand rested on Luffy's stomach. You bit your lip, thinking for a moment.

"Lets... take this somewhere else."

With that, you grabbed his hand and led him to the girls cabin. It was the middle of the day, so luckily Nami and Robin were out on the ship. Luffy giggled as you dragged him into the room, before slamming the door and locking it. The moment you had him in the room, you pushed him up against the door.

"Are you sure?" Your lips were inches away from his. But you needed to hear it. Luffy snorted.

"'Course I am."

You surged forward, planting your lips on his. Luffy grunted into your mouth as you brought a hand to tangle in his hair. It was surprisingly soft. His hands landed on your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. You sighed into his mouth as he led you backward. The back of your knees hit your bed. You pulled away from your captain, placing a gentle hand on his chest.

"W-wait." You pushed him backward, much to Luffy's dismay. He pouted at you and you giggled. "Just lemme get undressed, okay?"

Realization dawned on your captain. He nodded and went to remove his own clothes too, placing his straw hat on your night table. His top was easy to remove (since his shirt was open all the time), but his leg got caught in his denim shorts, causing him to stumble a bit. He finally righted himself with an aha! By the time he looked up, you were already naked, blinking up at him.

"Take what you need from me, Captain."

Luffy grinned like a madman, jumping into bed with you unceremoniously. You laughed as his actions caused the bed to sway and you both ended up in a tangle of limbs. It was silly and so Luffy, you had known getting into bed with a man like him would be fun. You had liked him the moment you'd joined the crew. This felt like a dream come true, in the arms of the man you'd been thirsting over for so long.

With a giggle your hands grabbed Luffy's face, bringing his lips to yours once more. He groaned, rutting his hips into you. He needed to be inside of you so badly. You giggled, taking one of his hands from where it was clenched in the pillow beside your head. You brought it down between your legs.

"Gotta warm me up first, captain."

You weren't sure how experienced your captain was. The man hardly ever showed interest in people, at least not in a sexual way. You'd heard of beautiful women courting him, only to be turned down with a smile and nonchalant, "no thanks!" But regardless, he seemed to get the picture. His eyes lit up and he kissed you, before nuzzling into your face and neck. His index finger swiped through your folds.

"You're so wet, Y/N." Luffy breathed, licking and sucking at your neck. His finger circled you clit a few times, and he giggled as you squirmed. His tongue traced your collarbone as he plunged his finger inside you.

You whined, gripping his hair. He pumped in and out of you for a few moments, curling ever so often. You could tell he was being careful, it was like he would try a different angle and listen for your reaction before continuing. When he added a second finger you let out a whimper.

"M-more, Luffy. please."

Without skipping a beat a mouth sealed over your nipple at the same time his finger curled inside of you. You moaned, squirming against the boy. His fingers fucked you deeper, harder. His other hand came to play with your other nipple. Your head rolled against the pillow and Luffy bit and sucked your chest. God, you couldn't even imagine the way you'd look in the mirror tomorrow. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You needed more.

"Fuck! Luffy," You panted and tugged his head off of your chest. He had been humping against your leg and drooling all over your chest. You didn't want him losing himself before he had the chance to fuck you.

"C-can I put it inside ya now? Please?" Luffy whined, nuzzling against your face and rutting himself in between your folds. You kissed him, biting his lip and reveling in the whimper he let out.

"Yes captain. Fuck me, please." You sighed against his lips. Luffy groaned and pushed forward, pushing his cock into you. Your moans bounced off the walls of the cabin. Huffing, Luffy withdrew his hips before pushing back into you. His movements were a little stiff, too calculated, like he was trying to gauge your reaction first. He was fighting the urge to bury himself into you over and over, so as to not hurt you.

"I-is this okay, Y/N?"

You smiled, wrapping your legs around the boy hovering over you. You kissed the scar underneath his left eye and took his face in your hands.

"Let go, Luffy. It's okay. I can handle it, I promise" You peppered reassuring kisses to his face, causing him to giggle. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, angling your hips a little higher. His face buried into your neck as his hips moved faster, deeper, fucking into you like his life depended on it.

You moaned and held onto your captain's shoulders. You were certain that any one of your crewmates walking past the door could tell what was going on inside the cabin by now. Luffy moaned and whined, drooling all over your neck and shoulder. He was moving purely on instinct, length pushing against your cervix with every thrust.

"Ya feel so good Y/N," Luffy had huffed after a particularly harsh thrust. "So- ngh haa- so warm n' wet."

His words made you clench down on him, earning a moan from the both of you. He rutted against you wildly, moving purely on instinct. He would grind against the deepest parts of your body before thrusting, shallow, like he couldn't stand to be outside of you for more than a few seconds.

"C-close- Luffy!" You gasped, writhing in his arms. He whined as you tightened and fluttered around his length. His hand snuck down to rub at your clit, trying so desperately to feel you tighten around him again. You cried out, hands scrabbling at your captain's back and back arching off of the mattress. Your orgasm spurred Luffy into his own, as his thrusts seem to trip and stumble after pressing himself as deep as he possibly could inside of you.

You both gasped for air as you cam down from your highs. Luffy sighed and kissed you again, bringing you back from your daze. It was good. He was definitely slobbery, but you didn't mind. Luffy was passionate and wild and you loved him. So when he rolled off of you to lay beside you, you smiled at him before pressing your body against his. He accepted you happily, wrapping his body around you immediately.

"So, how was it?" You giggled against his lips.

"It felt amazing, Y/N! Can we do it again?" He beamed at you. You smiled.

"Later, Luffy. Right now I just want to hold you."

"OK!"

A few seconds went by in a comfortable silence before you looked up at Luffy to find him looking down at you, a lazy smile spread across his face. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to fight the smile wiggling onto your face as you hooked a leg over your captain before rolling on top of him. Luffy burst out laughing. Once again you rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his giggling lips.

"I spoil you too much, y'know that?"

[familyvideostevie]

trying to crawl under their shirt from the cuddle and snuggle prompt with sirius black?

thank you for your request! fem!reader | trying to crawl under their shirt ___ "I'm warning you," Sirius says, backing away from you. "Don't come any closer."

You raise your eyebrows and shake your head. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stops moving when the couch is between you. "Bit rude not to kiss your girlfriend hello, though."

He scoffs. "Oh, that's how you want to play it?" His dark eyes narrow at you. "Your fingers are practically twitching, sweetheart."

You wiggle them at him. You do this dance every time you get home later than him -- your cold fingers will find their way underneath his shirt. It's just a matter of time.

"It's not my fault you're so warm," you tell him. He rolls his eyes. "What's a girl to do when she's got a perfectly good boyfriend to defrost her poor, cold hands?"

"Not stick her hands up his shirt," he mutters. You put on a frown that's only half fake -- your day was long and you do want a proper greeting from him. "Oh, please don't give me that face," he says. He runs a hand through his dark hair and then over the stubble on his jaw. "You know very well what that face does to me."

You start to edge your way around the couch to stand closer to him. "If I promise not to stick my hands up your shirt will you give me a hello kiss?" You keep your pout in place and only feel a little bat at how quickly Sirius softens. With everyone else he's a bit rude, a bit prickly, a bit harsh. But for some reason, around you, he melts. It makes your heart constrict every time.

He holds his own hands out. You don't get it at first, and he makes a grabby motion in the air. "Oh," you say. "Sirius, I was mostly kidding, I won't lunge for you --"

He grabs your hands out of the air and brings them together between his. "Don't be silly," he chides. "Fuck, these are cold."

You're much closer than you were, stepping into his space so he doesn't have to reach as far as he rubs his palms over yours, trying to warm them. "Forgot my gloves," you say, softly. He blows warm air onto your fingers.

"That was stupid," he says. You laugh, bright and loud, and he grins at you and winks. "Alright, they're not so bad now. I think I can take it." He gently grabs your wrists and brings them to his waistline before letting go to reach for your face.

It only takes you a few seconds to get his meaning. You smirk at him as you slide your slightly less cold hands under his hemline and settle them on his back. He shivers once, cursing under his breath but doesn't pull away. Sirius brushes his nose against yours and your own breath hitches. His mouth turns up at one end.

"You trying to crawl into my shirt back there?" he says. His thumbs gently stroke the skin under your eyes and you press your fingertips into his spine, reveling in the stuttering exhale you pull from him with just your touch. Teasing aside, this is your favorite place, and Sirius knows it. In his arms in your home after a long day, his touch soothing any worries you might have and making time fall away for just a few minutes. Nothing matters but this, right here.

"What're you going to do to stop me?" you whisper.

"You still want that hello kiss?" he says, not giving you a chance to reply before his lips are on yours. Any lingering chill disappears as your veins turn to fire, as your heart starts to beat faster. Silly man, you think. Lovely man. Yours.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

Yandere Tex x Reader x John Wick WIP Part 5!

Ready evil geniuses? @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake

John lets you rest after wrecking you for the umpteenth time, disappearing off somewhere. You put off leaving the bedroom for as long as you can, but in the end you can't stand it anymore. You rummage in the closet for a new shirt. Your choices are black, black, and you'll never guess... black. 

This house must belong to John.

How many safe houses does that man have?

When you walk out of the bedroom in your new getup you find Tex in the living room watching TV. He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“We have got to get you some clothes, baby girl.”

You shrug. The boxer t-shirt combo is actually pretty comfy.

You think you might make your way to the kitchen, but Tex snaps his fingers at you as you try to walk past.

You turn to look at him with a raised brow. 

“Can I help you?”

That was the wrong thing to say, obviously. 

His grin is that of a hungry wolf. 

“I bet you can. C'mere, darlin'.”

You sigh, but after your little lesson with John, you're not quite so inclined to defy him. 

Yet.

You're going to have to get smarter about how you expend your energy. 

Easier said than done. 

You pad over next to him. He pats his thigh in invitation, but you opt to sit next to him instead. This lasts for about two seconds, before he hauls you into his lap with his big hands and his strong arms.

Goddammit.

“That's better,” he says with a sly grin, holding you close. 

You take a moment to look at him—really look at him, from up close. The sweep of his almond shaped eyes, his high cheek bones and the short scruff of his beard. He stares back at you, unabashedly. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you, bumping his forehead with yours. You wish it wasn't adorable. Fucking man child, making you feel things.

“Wanna watch tv?”

It beat anything else he could dream up, so you agree. You hadn't forgot that he still owed you for your flipping of the bird earlier. You're sure he hasn't either. 

He turns on some stupid gratuitous action flick, and you kind of zone out. Your thoughts drift to John, and the things he told you in-between fucking you silly. 

He'd said that he and Tex would not take on the FBI just for a plaything, or a whore. Deep down, you knew what that meant. 

It meant, they had no real intention of letting you go. The thought filled you with equal parts dread—and wonder. 

Why the fuck would not one, but two fine ass men like this want you, for keeps? It's beyond your comprehension—and if you're honest, kind of flattering. Bat shit fucking crazy, but flattering.

Either that, or it's just...convenient. Your circumstances created a perfect storm from which to snatch you without a trace or a person to care about getting you back.

"Want to see somethin'?" asks Tex, interrupting your reverie.

"Okay?"

He clicks play on the remote once he has your attention. You watch as a 1970s muscle car jumps an impossible ramp, then lands roughly on the other side of a canal. "That was me."

You lift an eyebrow, looking back at him. "In the car?"

"Yeah."

He's grinning like a little kid, clearly proud. 

"You were a stunt man?"

"Uh huh."

You tilt your head, trying to put pieces together and failing. The square block is not fitting in the circle hole. 

"Then why...?"

"Killin' people pays better, believe me. Less dangerous, too."

A chill runs down your spine. 

"Oh."

Your gaze drifts away, but he turns it back to him with a hand on your chin. Those jet black eyes bore into yours, like he can see into your soul. His eyes flick down to your mouth, a moment before he leans in to kiss you. Your first instinct is to offer teeth, before you remember if you have to have sex one more time in the next twenty-four hours, you might literally die. You slip your tongue into the seam of his lips, and feel him smile against your mouth. 

"Mmm. A man could get used to this."

He slides his hand up your thigh, fingertips sneaking past the loose hem of your boxer shorts. 

You wrap your fingers around his, praying. "Tex, please."

"Like the sound of that," he says between kisses, outmuscling you to move his hand higher.

"I'm so sore."

"Sounds like an excuse to me. John gets you to himself but I don't?"

"It's not my fault you're both hung like horses."

This appeal to his ego makes him grin. "Ain't you a lucky girl?"

"Only if you don't hurt me."

He has the gall to give you a pouty face. Again, it should be fucking ridiculous, but somehow it's cute. He cups the side of your face, pushing his thumb between your lips. "How sore is your mouth?" he asks, eyes glittering.

It's not high on your list of things you want to do, but you're having to weigh your options these days. You suck his thumb, and you swear you watch a fire ignite in his eyes.

"Also sore," you say around his digit, sounding ridiculous as he presses down on your tongue. Your jaws hurt. Even your mouth is bruised from kissing. Jesus. You're not a goddamn python.

You try to retreat, but he forces his thumb deeper.

Absolutely out of instinct to defend yourself, you start to bite him.

Maybe you stop yourself before it can hurt or you break skin, but for the wicked gleam in his eyes you know it doesn’t matter. Suddenly you find yourself flipped on your stomach over his lap, as though you are nothing but a doll.

“You are a nippy little thing, you know that?” When he wrenches down your boxers, propping your ass in the air with his trunk of a thigh beneath you, you’re afraid you know exactly what he has in mind.

“No—”

His hand between your shoulder blades pins you down. “You’re just going to make it worse for yourself,” he says in a sing-song tone, almost as though he hopes you will fight him more. His fingers fanned out over your butt cheek rub lightly, soothing over your copious bruises. It feels so good that the first stinging smack makes you jump sky-high.

“Hey!”

“Hush and take your licks, little girl.”

“I hate you!”

“I was gonna say five, for flippin’ me off, but now it’s six. Comprende?”

You whimper, but for the first time since this whole fiasco started, you do the smart thing and shut your dumb fucking mouth, hanging your head in the pillows with resignation.

He’s just spanking you, you reason. How bad can it be?

He has a hand like a catcher’s mitt and arms corded with muscle.

Bad. The answer, is bad.

Yet he doesn’t lay into you immediately, soothing you with featherlight touches over your buttocks and the backs of your thighs. That part feels good, actually, and fuck you if you don’t start to feel the stirrings of desire between your legs.

What. The ever loving. FUCK. Is wrong with you?

“So pretty,” he says, toying with the bend of your knee. It makes your toes curl, and he offers up a deep chuckle that you almost feel more than hear. “You like that?”

“Yes,” you answer meekly, closing your eyes.

“See, I can be sweet, if you’re sweet to me.”

The next smack on the other cheek makes you jump again, but this time you do not protest.

“Ahh. She can be taught.”

You whimper, but keep your expletives to yourself. This is not exactly what you would call sweet…but the contrast of the stinging blows with his featherlight touch afterwards is doing things to you that you do not understand.

“Take this off,” he demands, lifting the hem of your shirt up your back.

For once, you obey him the first time, squirming in your awkward position on your belly and pulling it over your shoulders, leaving you bare and totally exposed upon his lap. He runs his fingers up the curve of your spine, making you shudder upon him. You can’t see his smug grin, but you know, you just fucking know it’s there.

Smack.

You can’t help but cry out, but the pleasure and the pain is strangely starting to meld together. Your treacherous, stupid little cunt has begun to throb, and as his fingers caress dangerously close to your crease you find that you wish he would touch you there.

By the time he’s finished with your licks you are a finely trembling, aching mess on his lap, your fingers like claws in the throw pillow, your ass in the air as though begging for it of its own volition.

Finally he does dip his thick fingers into your weeping slit, groaning to himself for the wetness he finds there. He circles your bud with the thick tip of his finger, making you moan and arch into him like the stupid little hypocrite you are.

“That’s a mighty nice little pussy you’ve got there,” he says, his voice turned pure gravel with desire. “Too bad you’re too sore.”

He withdraws and shoves you off his lap as he stands, leaving you in a heap of pliable naked limbs on the couch. The frustrated sound that escapes your throat is barely human, and the grin he pays you is the baring of teeth from a predator to a rabbit across the wood.

“Now don’t let me catch you touchin’ yourself,” he warns, looming over you. “You won’t like what happens next.”

 On that note he struts off, and you watch him go with a glare, unable to stop yourself from thinking he has the nicest, tightest little butt this side of the Mississippi river.

Bastard.

[imyourbratzdoll]

I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man. 

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him. 

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you. 

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.” 

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup. 

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces. 

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes. 

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips. 

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

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[beelzeballing]

actually i dont think ive posted my thoughts on ofmd s2 overall here yet have i?

ok here goes: i think it had incredibly high highs, and at some parts i genuinely enjoyed it more than i did the first season, episode 6 being peak imo. however, it had equally abysmal lows with some glaring writing-, tone- and pacing issues that all came to a head in the finale.

i once read someone say that, if you ever feel like a finale ruined the whole story, maybe you should take another look at the story. there were most likely cracks and problems all along, and the finale did nothing besides dashing the hope that these would perhaps be addressed later. very rarely do genuinely well written stories go completely off the rails in the finale and ruin the whole thing.

i think this is applicable here in some ways, SPECIFICALLY in regards to edward. good god edward was a MESS this season, and it's so sad because i loved the starting point! the kraken era was absolutely terrifying and iconic as FUCK but... they shouldn't have leaned so hard into the drama and trauma of it all. don't get me wrong, i loved that it did. it's one of my favorite parts of the season and i'm so glad we got it. but if they wanted this arc to work with the overarching plot as they wrote it, they would've had to lighten up the tone here CONSIDERABLY. had they played the kraken era for comedy then sure! edward's bad youtuber apology would've been funny. his fast redemption would've been less jarring. the lack of consequences less disturbing. but as it stands in the show, this arc is too dark to function with the later episodes.

i feel like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too here. they wanted the gritty drama of ed coming off the hinges entirely but also didn't want to deal with the aftermath of such a heavy arc in their silly pirate romcom. be that due to time constraints and budget cuts or because they were simply unwilling to, doesn't really matter in the end. the result is the same either way: a very tonally messy season with some accidentally troubling implications regarding abuse.

and mentioning troubling implications regarding abuse; izzy. my poor, poor izzy... his arc was absolutely glorious. i liked izzy the second he showed up in s1 and i was absolutely EATING this season up in that regard. and i think in this case, they genuinely did fuck it all up in the finale with that one stupid choice:

choosing to kill izzy was the DUMBEST thing they couldve done here.

ive talked about this over and over and over again. ive reblogged so many meta posts. and still i am left absolutely flabbergasted by how stupid of a decision this was. the fridging, playing at the fallen woman trope, killing the beating heart of the season and the character who delivers what is essentially a thesis statement, killing off the character whose arc is about coming to terms with his disability, having him die in edward's arms, comforting him and apologizing after an entire season of finding community and love outside of edward, the absolutely godawful pacing of it all, the extremely easy and obvious solution of just having IZZY become the new captain of the revenge to mirror s1 and hammer home how much he has developed since then in one go... i could go on. and i have. it was a stupid writing decision, completely fucked the tone and pacing of the finale and took away attention and time from things that really would've deserved a better wrap up (lucius and black pete deserved better)

now. the whole prince ricky & zheng plot line... yeah that shit sucked ass, sorry. they bit off more than they could chew here. i honestly think those are the arc words of this season:

✨️ bit off more than they could chew ✨️

right off the bat: i think he was good as a concept. bringing in a foil for stede who just doesn't Get It as stede does could've made for very good comedy and drama (and to be fair there is some of that). but that shit got away from them extremely quickly. nothing about how he's implemented past his first episode works, and i think this is very specifically because he's mostly played as the comic relief in his debut episode. making this completely bumbling fool, who gets his nose hacked off on his first job, the main villain of your entire season is... definitely a choice. idk. he didn't work for me at all.

ok wow mentioning shit getting away from the writers. this definitely got away from me. this was supposed to be a short lil post. well. i guess tl;dr i loved this season but jesus christ there was a lot wrong with it. if you want to hear more thoughts. ask box is open. be my guest. i have more to say so even if you dont ask i might add more to this at some point but im tired and have work tmrw.

[reallyromealone]

Hello idk if you'll see this but I always thought of this story where (name) was an omega but he faked being an alpha "he worked with bonten" and one day Kakucho will find a heat pills bottle in the kitchen bc (name) forgot it.

They'll find out later and knot the shit out if him (most likely angry sex) get it?

so yea yea have a nice dayyy. ♡

Bonten x male reader omegaverse

Warnings: nsfw, smut, male reader, omegaverse, dubious consent, like very dubious, gangbang, group sex, cum, gay

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(Name) kept his secondary gender a well hidden secret, pretending to be an alpha and hope to god no one finds out.

(Name) took his medication in the kitchen, pain meds and heat surpessants; he had a mission coming up soon.

Didn't need his heat getting in the way.

"(Name)! My office now" Sanzu hissed out, (name) making his way to the office, his meds haven't kicked in fully, his brain slightly fuzzy.

He barely processed the fact he only put his pain meds in his pocket.

Kakucho was exhausted as he walked out of his office for coffee, sluggishly preparing it when he saw the medical bottle on the counter.

"Omegex heat surpessants... Extra strength" Kakucho slowly read the over the countertop bottle, no prescription "there's an Omega among us..." He whispered with furrowed brows.

He had to inform the others.

Omegas weren't allowed in Bonten.

It was a rule.

Omegas were fragile.

Weak.

"Progress on the deal with the french?" Sanzu spoke curtly As he eyed the "alpha" before him, he was truly beautiful in alpha standards... One wouldn't believe he was an alpha if it wasn't for the scent.

Mikeys a cute alpha so...

"I got them to agree in our favor, in exchange they wanted tickets to the Jade Gala... They want to rub elbows with the gangs of Asia" he said professionally and Sanzu hummed with thought, staring at the paperwork (name) compiled "good boy" he said simply and (name) practically beat his Omega with a bat to not respond with the praise with anything than "thank you sir."

When (name) stepped out he took a shaking breath at the pharamones Sanzu pumped out, the alphas scent was numbing and he knew Sanzu was doing it to remind him who he is as if anyone in this building could forget.

(Name) felt the wave wash over him and panicked as he went to check his pockets for his heat suppressants..."no nonono" (name) mumbled panicked and immediately stormed to the elevator to head to the garage and get the hell out of here.

"Someone's an Omega?" Ran mumbled methodically as he looked at the label "where did you find it?" Sanzu asked having just come from his meeting with (name) "kitchen by your office... Who was the last person there?"

"(Name--" realization washed over all of Bonten and mochi stood first to their surprise "well we did want an Omega in our pack... Why not be the one we've been jerking off to"

The higher ups didn't miss the "alpha" who worked hard and fast, the men spoke about about the... Attraction they held for (name) amongst themselves.

(Name) was strong, capable and had an air about him the others couldn't figure out.

They also felt... Safe with him.

It was strange... Terrifying.

But now it all made sense.

He almost had them.

Almost.

(Name) stumbled into his apartment and fell to the ground, panicking and shaking as his pre heat settled in "why didn't they work?!" (Name) cried getting up and stumbling into his bathroom to find his other bottle only to not find it "Omega..." Rindōs voice called to the Omega who fell to the ground and whined stressfully as footsteps grew closer and the door opened to eight VERY smug men "poor thing... Silly omegas trying to be alphas..." Koko cooed as Mochi scooped the Omega up "no..." (Name) mumbled weakly as the others chuckled "little bunny in the lion's den..." Kakucho cooed as they went to the omegas bedroom and placed him on the bed.

(Name) stared at them angrily, he wasn't in heat yet as he sat up defensively and glared at them heatidly "what... What do you want from me? You know now... So what"

"Oh please baby... You can't act like you haven't noticed how we look at you" Mochi said condicendingly and (name) glared with a slight blush "so... Hm!" A wave washed over him as he let out a soft moan "you broke our rules... Deceived us... Normally we would kill those who did that" Mikey rumbled as he got into (name)s space and pinned him to the bed "you're our Omega now..." He hissed out with a blank cold expression, something he had only seen when Mikey was absolutely livid.

And boy was he ever.

He had no choice but to accept being their Omega as his instincts took over slowly, baring his neck with a whine, gasping when Mikey licked up his neck "our Omega needs a good knot in him to remind him of who he is..." Takeomi finally spoke up and Mikey got off him so everyone could enjoy their little mate to be.

Hands touched, groped and rubbed everywhere as strong hands removed his clothes, the others themselves getting naked and (name) tried not drooling at the sight of them as his Omega took over fully, Rindō taking his hand and letting him touch his abs with a grin as the Omega chirped.

Alphas were strong... Protect pups...

(Name) was gone as he crawled towards them, the smell of slick heavy as Koko went behind to get a good look "you ever been with an alpha, baby?" He hummed taking a long kick at his ass and (name) tilted his head before crying out, Sanzu taking the opportunity to shove his tongue down his throat as they manhandled him to sit on Kokos face, Mikey giving hickeys and jerking him off as the Haitanis played with his nipples.

Kakucho and Mochi used his hands to give themselves handjobs and Mikey and Sanzu moved slightly so takeomi could Jerk him and (name) off together.

(Name) was in a haze as he rode Kokos face, only able to moan and pant in Sanzus mouth as their teeth clashed, the pink haired man gripping his jaw almost painfully as his tongue took control of (name)s mouth.

"How could anyone think you're an alpha... So desperate and slutty..."

(Name) was never leaving them.

(Name) cried as everyone pulled away "hey angel..." Mochi whispered in his ear "present"

(Name) layed on his back without any further prompting and spread his legs from them all to see, slick pouring out like crazy as he humped nothing.

The other men looked at Kakucho "what?"

"You found out first... You get to take this pretty boys virginity..." Ran said simply, Kakucho moving to spread (name)s ass cheeks before talking him by the knees and bending them on (name)s chest.

Kakucho barely waited for him to adjust as he pushed in "grinning at (name)s cry "lying omegas get fucked stupid... Though you must have been stupid already to lie-" he thrusted particularly hard "- about being - " he lifted (name by the back "-an alpha!" He began jack hammering (name as the Omega wrapped his arms around the others neck and licked and nipped at his scent gland before Mikey lifted his face and pressed his cock to (name)s lips and (name) sucked on the tip before sucking his cock like his life depended on it, deep throating like he was made for it.

The others played with his body, taking his hands and jerking themselves off with it or some simply jerked themselves off at the sight of the man whose been starring in their raunchiest dreams but god is this far better.

He was the sexiest thing they ever came across.

But when he's coherent he will have to answer questions.

Kakucho fucked (name) aggressively, his moans shaking from the frantic pounding only muffled by Mikey fucking his throat.

Kakucho groped and smacked the omegas ass "fucking close..." He hissed out as he fucked feverishly.

(Name) whined as Mikey came down his throat, ass tightening around Kakucho with a vice grip and the Alpha pushed his knot in, locking them together as he came deep in his ass "get fucking pregnant..."

Kakucho bit one side of his neck as (name) did the same, the others excited for the chance to claim him when they got a chance to fuck him stupid.

"Get food and water, we have to get him ready for the next round" Mikey said strictly as they went and got supplies, Sanzu grabbing a wet cloth from the ensuite bathroom to clean him up a bit "you're definitely gonna get knocked up by the end of this baby" Sanzu said with a cruel grin, he couldn't wait for (name) to be coherent again.

[siriusblackloml]

Day 2 - Ron Weasley (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 600+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: slight dom/sub implications, hickies (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 3

The fluffy blankets engulf your body in a state of calmness. This part of the day was your favorite; where both you and your boyfriend Ron would come together and just lie in one another’s peace and tranquility. It gave you time to meditate after such a stressful class schedule. Without a doubt, it also gave you enough time to develop the willpower to actually do homework at a later point. But when you and Ron were so wrapped up in one another's minds, it was times like this where nothing else in the world mattered. Only him.

And today, he was to make sure that you would focus on him and him only. Ron had you underneath his body weight. Not enough to crush you, but enough to pin you in place while he kissed you softly. While your bodies were clashing together amongst the soft sheets of your bed, you giggled loudly and held onto Ron’s shoulders as his lips traveled to your jawline. “Ron, you are so cheeky, you know that?”

“Hm?” Ron questioned, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. He playfully batted his eyelashes in a way that made you giggle even more. He was such a dork; but at the same time, he knew exactly what he was doing. You knew it, too, but you didn’t dare stop him. “What’s wrong, love? Are you saying you don’t like me kissing you?”

You shake your head, laughing again as his lips attach themselves to your jawline again. He sucked softly at the skin, spit trailing from your jaw to your neck as he ventured further and further down. You have to briefly close your eyes the moment his mouth is hovering over the sweet spot in your neck. Trying to control your breathing as to not get away the immediate turn on that was firing up your body, you casually say, “I love them, Ron. You’re just acting so silly right now-”

Your words are cut off as a soft moan elicits your mouth. Ron had started to kiss the crook of your neck even harder, pulling the skin in between his teeth to leave a mark. Your lower half was positively throbbing with excitement as he kissed your neck over and over again. This kind of skin on skin contact was what made you eager for even more.

Ron notices the way that you had stopped talking. He smiles into your neck, leaving multiple kisses and whispering, “I just want to mark you up so badly, Y/N. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

You weren’t against the idea, per say. You didn’t want to necessarily look like a scamp around Hogwarts, though. At the same time, you loved being able to show off that you belonged to Ron Weasley. You loved knowing people would be able to look at your neck and just know he probably pounds you senseless every night for hours on end, leaving you a broken mess by the end of every session. Your heart beats out of your chest and he starts to suck harshly at the skin again, making you moan loudly.

“F-Fine, just a couple though.” You tell him as you continue to zone out, letting Ron attack your neck over and over again.

Later that night, you look in the mirror and nearly gasp at the sight. Your breath hitches and your core tingles with excitement at the look of your neck. It was colored with blues, purples, and hues of red up and down the sides. Ron had done a number on you, all in order to prove to the school that he owned everything about you. He had done a great job at it. Almost too well, if you had to be honest with yourself. How on earth were you to cover this up for classes tomorrow?

Then again, you weren’t supposed to, were you?

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[chrollohearttags]

I cannot get over hard shelled detective eren and his pretty, eccentric P.I. rival turned girlfriend! An iconic duo me thinks 😫

cw: black!fem reader, sexual content, mean eren, just a lil thought while I finish up my next commission

detective eren! is a notorious asshole, around the city and the force but he’s the best at his job. Top graduate in the academy and highly decorated at only 27 years old.

detective eren! solves almost any case he’s put on but he doesn’t work well with others, not even his three partners he’s been assigned.

detective eren! who finds himself at the scene of a gruesome crime one day is quick to pick out all inconsistencies and evidence, thinking he has it in the bag. He wastes no time directing all the officers and giving orders.

“Get this down to the lab, have them run prints and tell them I want it by this afternoon.”

detective eren! who’s in the midst of interviewing witnesses is shocked when he hears another voice doing the exact same thing but it’s not one he recognizes. It’s when he turns to see a woman in a pink plaid skirt, white turtleneck and thigh high boots so he figures you to be a reporter or inquisitive mind, getting in the way.

“Excuse me, this is a crime scene. I need you to wait with the other press.” “Oh, I’m no reporter, sweetheart. I’m (y/n) (l/n)..private detective. It’s nice to meet you.”

detective eren! who’s rarely if ever swayed by anyone or impressed by anything is immediately taken aback by your presence. The larger than life personality and pretty face..he’s captivated. Even so, he has a job to do.

detective eren! who finds himself stumped on this latest case frustrated when he can’t figure out the missing piece of the puzzle decides to do the one thing he can’t stand: interact with people to get more information.

detective eren! cross paths with private investigator (y/n) once more when he starts questioning people down at a infamous club but gets no response.

“Sweetheart, you’re not going to get any info talking to people like that. This is the Southside. Know who you’re dealing with before you come demanding things, pretty boy detective.” I don’t need some little girl playing Sherlock lecturing me. Sit this one out.”

detective eren! who gets so flustered when you one up him in solving the case and it keeps occurring. So much so, his reputation as a detective is brought into question.

detective eren! who can’t understand why someone so silly and whimsical is so good at this decided to confront you at your office one day.

“I want to know how you did it. What the hell did you do to solve this case?! There’s no way you can keep beating me!”

detective eren! who’s always so tense and serious doesn’t know how to handle your calm demeanor, especially when you hand him the missing piece of evidence that he had discarded as useless. But you don’t rub it in his face, rather..you offer to help him! But he’s stubborn as hell.

“It was right under your nose this entire time, pretty boy detective.”

detective eren! finds himself caving when you brush the side of his face, run your finger down his chest and bat those big brown eyes at him. With that sweet angelic voice. It’s easy to see why you’re able to get information out of anyone.

“I don’t see why we have to be at odds, sweetheart. We’re doing the same job so why not work together, hmm? Can we be friends, Detective Jaeger?”

detective eren! can’t resist you any longer finally caves and gives into your charm. In more ways than one…

detective eren! who can’t keep his eyes or hands off of you as you corner him against the desk in your office. Knowing that he’s watched you strut around in those cute little outfits that show off your body, he can’t help but to pull those platinum blonde butterfly locs that compliment that beautiful brown skin so well as he bends you over and hits you from the back.

“God, you’re far less annoying when you’re moaning my name.”

detective eren! who realizes he can’t quit you even if he wanted to now, always looks forward to seeing you on the scene of the crime, even if your hyperactive ass works his last nerve. But he knows you’ll always come through when he needs you.

“Bestie, I got a new lead for you. Wanna hear it?” “I made you come four times last night, (y/n). Do not call me bestie.”

detective eren! finally found someone to be his partner in crime and in life.

[stealingyourbones]

It's not much but I have five dice made from the knuckle bones of sheep for you. Be careful not to loose one, as while five is a very lucky number, I find four to be very, very unlucky. If one day you should find there are six, don't panic. Simply choose one and bury it under a bush.

Tim had plenty of contingencies for just about anything that could happen, and he knew this would happen eventually. Both of them did. In fact, they had gone over possible plans together and chosen a cover story ahead of time. But now that it was time to use it? Tim felt internally nervous. It was never a good thing to have to explain to your family full of detectives that you have a secret boyfriend.

The story they settled on was one that was easy for them to maintain due to not being able to see eachother much because of both of their rouges galleries. They decided to go with a classic "star crossed lovers who could never be together for they are of two different worlds", which narrowly beat out "Romeo and Juliet".

When asked about his boyfriend, Tim will gladly tell his family about how his boyfriend is beautiful and strong and smart, but also dumb and silly and sweet. He will tell them stories about the time Danny got ice cream on his nose and insisted he could reach it for three full minutes while going cross eyed trying to reach it with his tongue, followed by the time Danny single handedly knocked Mister Freeze out for interrupting their date. The family remembers the time Freeze just showed up in Arkham after spraying ice for two minutes, knocked out and tied up, ready to be put in a cell but they could never figure out what happened.

However, no one gets to meet Tim's mystery boyfriend until a night when Tim was supposed to be off. It's the March Equinox so of course a villian decided to attack. Tim and Danny help Dick, Jason, and Damian with the fight, grinning internally when they notice the time. After the villian is all wrapped up and their plot to end the city at midnight is done with, Tim's own alarm goes off and he immediately hugs Danny saying in the softest voice he can manage, "please don't go."

Danny has a sad look on his face as he hugs Tim, using his powers to slowly turn himself invisible as he replies, "I'm sorry my dear but I have to. The veil is thinning again." Danny nuzzles the top of Tim's head, voice getting more distant with each word, "but I'll be back in a few months. The Solstice isn't that far away. I'll see you then, I promise."

Danny almost isn't visible as Tim holds him as tight as he can, like if he clings tight enough his boyfriend won't slip through his fingers. Tim gives Danny a kiss before he says, "I will await your return with baited breath as always. Perhaps some day we'll find a way to anchor you to this world." Danny almost isn't visible and his voice is hardly a whisper as he replies, "if only it were that easy my dear." With the final word, Danny vanishes fully and goes intangible so Tim's arms slip through where he was. Tim stares at the place he knows his boyfriend is for a few moments, trying to think of sad things so his heart broken voice sounds convincing as he says to his family, "I'm going home."

Tim has to grapple to his boat house as fast as he can so that his family won't see him break out into laughter over how well he tricked them. Dick looked like he was going to cry! Danny shows up and says, "guess who got Kitty to record their faces while invisible." This only makes Tim laugh harder. Truly this was the best idea.

You scheming fuck /lh. I was so so enraptured and then I remembered that these two gremlins are mischevious little bastards.

Oh I adore this so much. How long do they play this up for? I know that the bats are now both EXTREMELY wary and also want to help Tim find a way to be with his boyfriend. They start trying to experiment and figure out ways for Tim to let his boyfriend through the veil. Issue: that’s not at all a problem.

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Hey , how would Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Ticci Toby and Eyeless Jack react to a Albino reader ?

Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless jack w/ an albino!reader !

jeff and toby are the only two characters strictly written as platonic as per admins personal boundaries, but the others can be seen as either way YAHOO playing TLTs new fnaf song on loop while writing this its so mf good got my bones getting in a twist YIPEE did some research on albinism since i didnt want this to be the characters simply reacting to the surface level stuff so thats why it took a little longer to get to this ! hope thats okay!

SLENDERMAN:

sticking true to my personal headcanon that outside of feeding and running people out of his forest, he doesnt actually interact much with humans... asides from the additional torment he puts potential proxies through but hush hush thats a whole different can of worms. point is, i think its unlikely that he would meet someone with albinism. sure, hes probably seen albino animals now and then, but a person? new experience for him, but i dont think he would be treating you like a spectacle. puts two and two together not long after meeting you... though even if hes accepting of it, he doesnt know of the extra precautions you need to take (to protect your eyes and skin from the sun, for example) but hes pretty receptive i think... notices youre having a hard time on days where its sunnier out so he either keeps you inside or keeps you in the shade. doesnt like giving you things from victims, so hes going to find other means to get you what you need (sunscreen, hats, sunglasses, ect). generally very accommodating, has a soft spot for you. i mean of course he does, you managed to win over this ancient forest demon thing

EYELESS JACK:

already knows what it is, down to common traits and the different types since i personally hc that before he became this silly man eating demon he was studying in medicine + generally had an interest in this sort of thing. doesnt bat an eye to the way your eyes sometimes twitch or drift off, helps you to the best of his ability when the strain gives you headaches. very good at reminding you to reapply your sunscreen and to remember to wear a sunhat when you go outside. if he has to, hes going to give you his jacket just so you can protect your upper body long enough to get back to your place/// just please give it back when you see him again..

JEFF THE KILLER:

"has heard of it but like slenderman knows next to nothing about it asides from "oh it means you dont have pigment/have low pigmentation" has heard of it but like slenderman knows next to nothing about it asides from "oh it means you dont have pigment/have low pigmentation", but unlike slenderman hes kind of... an ass about it... like hes generally an arrogant asshole, so it may take a while for him to pick up on things to make things a little easier for you. seems like hes annoyed with helping you remember to pack your sunglasses and other necessities, or when giving you something to help with any headaches caused by any strain... but let it be known that if he truly didnt care he wouldnt even bother to pipe up and drag you out into the shade when the sun starts beating down on you two.. he simply shows his care for you differently, you know?

TICCI TOBY:

he gets it, he does. maybe this is because he relates to having to just. deal with stuff that makes you different from others. or because admin is on the fence of headcannoning toby with poliosis... which while not albinism, visually he can relate and also relate to some of the other symptoms of it (namely the eye issues). flip flops between reminding you to pack stuff you need and forgetting.. but when he does remember hes very pushy about it, so much so that you might need to tell him to tone it down. you guys tend to vent to one another about things since theres some relatability between the two of you. as mentioned in my previous post hes prooooooobalby going to steal things for you to help you feel better; from things that will physically help you to things that will emotionally help you

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Guilty Eyes

01. Oppressive Anger

Guilty! Gojo Satoru x Male Reader

Fandom -> Jujutsu Kaisen

Masterlist || Next || Based Prototype

Sometimes, when the days are dragging and the nights too short for blissful sleep, sometimes Gojo wished for your anger.

Wished for you to scream at him, accusing him of all the things he had done—the lies he had told and the sins he committed—and throwing the most hurtful words and insults at him, you—with all your neutral and rational mind—could muster to say, then your tongue was coated with kindness and compassion—and saying such harsh hurtful regrettable words, to a friend you oh so adored, was as if your tongue had being chopped off.

He gladly, with great relief, takes your anger over your current state of mental being. Because if your angry at him, Gojo knows you're still here—being human.

Lazying around on the couch, Gojo stretched his arms up—pretending to reach the ceiling—looking at his hands, which are ragged with scars—tiny and pale skinned they are, barley noticeably—and at one particular scar his gaze lingered longer.

A scar which goes aslant from thumb to his pinky finger across the inside of his palm. It had been deep, healed ragged and bumpy and leaving a line of visible white.

Reminder to what he wished to receive from you again. Furious anger, like in the night he had—so causal as if it had been of unimportance—told you, that it was him who had killed Geto Suguru—your Husband—and would do it again if needed.

Oh, how Gojo reminiscent in such a memory;

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When Gojo had asked you, via sms, to meet him in the Jujutsu Faculty—sounding urgently about whatever matter he wanted to tell you—you had hoped, perhaps foolish, that he and Geto had made up—being friends again.

Honestly you didn't wanted to come, would have preferred to have this talk tomorrow or in the afternoon instead in the dead of night.

You're exhausted, utterly tired. Eventful weeks it had been, you're daughters—you loved Nanako and Mimiko to death—had been pulling at your nerves all day long, with a whole field trip of shopping spree and then the repeating upcoming house chores, it left you feeling drained.

Plus the adding worry for Geto, who hadn't come home in two nights.

»Sato, I'm exhausted, so I hope whatever you wanna tell me, is something of importance and not some silliness.« you pinched out a sigh, rubbing your eyes.

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

Gojo had said it without batting a eyelash. No sugarcoating it, bluntly straightforward with nonchalantly.

»What?«

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

You frowned at him, breath hitching up in your chest. A silence emitted in between you two. Your brain, mind—however such a complex organ, was it even an organ though? You should ask leiri about it, is working—was fizzing with incomprehension lack of understanding.

Trying to defuse what Gojo had said. The meaning of doubleness behind it—decoding a code which probably doesn't exist.

That's, that's a nasty—cruel—joke to say, even for Gojo himself. Aren't they friends? Sure, not right now as both boys are having a small fallout, a break of each other, but still—they are friends.

Gojo takes a few steps towards you, standing almost before you. Towering over you, like a looming shadow. You half expected a grin from him, the taunting arrogant one, but Gojo lips are sealed shut into a line.

Gojo took your right-hand, holding it up and inspecting your ring-finger—the wedding ring weighing heavily now—promise of everlasting—a dim shimmer now in your eyes as if the flourishing light in the metal had burned out like a extinguished flame.

»I have killed Geto Suguru.« Gojo repeated it again, slower—dragging the words out, as if you're too slow to understand otherwise.

In a split second of silence, when it had begun to settle again—leaving everything too loud in your own ears, a thunderous blood rush to hear with a way too loud beating heart and breathing—a smack echoed through the room.

Gojo stumbled back in surprise, his sunglasses flying off from the impact of your hand and landing on the ground.

In astonishment, Gojo holds his cheek, which started to sting now and a slight throb to it. Never had he believed you would slap him.

He had expected a punch from you—you could hit hard and lightning quick, considering your curse ability, breaking someone's nose and bones with ease—but a slap? No way, that was out of character.

Blue eyes—so bright like the morning sky, a form of heaven and sea in its own—gazed, more like starred, into (Eye-Colour) eyes—which had a dust of slight gold in it, reminding one of the stars or actually, more of the jerking lightning's.

»Don't make such cruel jokes ever again, Satoru.«

»Here, I send you proof.« Gojo got his phone out, typing quickly on it and pocket it back. Watching how you take your own phone out and opening the attachment he had send to you.

It would have been like a dramatic episode of some Television, if the situation had been another—with a more humorous take—how your phone slides from your shaking hand and below onto the ground.

If the situation, its circumstances, had been different—Gojo would've chuckled, applauding himself and Geto proudly for tricking you so majestically perfectly—but it wasn't.

Your breath hitched again, clogging your lungs. It felt hard to breathe for mere moments. All oxygen leaving your body—causing a colour drain from your skin, leaving it ashen and sickly pale.

Then, like a wild animal—no, more like a madman full of hysterical bloodlust and surreal reality lost—you lunged at Gojo. Gripping his collar and tumbling to the ground with him.

You straddled his hips and Gojo—who had dreamed of such lustful scenario with you, having developed a longing of love—a crush per say—to you, let it remained hidden though—behind a friendship he valued more and knowing too well how strongly Geto's affection had been to you—would've snarky teased you

You slapped both sides of his cheeks, terror filled shrill screams of frustration and anger leaving your throat.

»HOW COULD YOU?! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!«

»Satoru, Why did you kill Suguru? Tell me, Satoru.«

»I had to. It's for greater good, for a cause of the better. I had to, to keep you safe.«

Gojo looked up into your eyes—dulled they are now, having lost its sparks and colours.

Those blue eyes, which once you have adored, are too bright now—bringing a discomfort out in you—itching you to scratch them out. Such blueness, who resembles heaven and sea—a reflection of refuge and safety when looking in them, could get someone lost for hours in their beauty—should be not allowed to see the world anymore.

You got off from Gojo, legs shaky and wobbly, walking towards the door, ready to leave this damned school—which only causes harm—for final and good.

»We're not friends anymore. If you dare to get near my daughters or me, I will kill you Gojo.«

Two years later—like a deja-vu it felt, though it wasn't Gojo himself who had told you these news, but he was there and for once he was aware of it—Gojo stood in front of you again.

Gojo had hold to his, himself giving, promise—after witnessing your thundering breakdown, your weeping causing a havoc throughout the coast and seas, during Geto's funeral—not to bother you anymore directly. Indirectly he still keeps discreetly watch over you.

Though this situation, a new circumstance, was a complete different chapter as the one before for the both of you—and yet it felt just like last time, a repeat.

Blinding rages fills your body, like a hot steam of tea and makes the sweat run down your skin.

Your faces scrunched up into a frown—lips jutting out and shaking, nose flaring up whenever another exhale of breath you took—and for once Gojo thought, just how ugly you're looking at this moment.

It's you, you you you you you you, your fault. No.

How, how can he dare to be in your presence again? You warned him and yet he is here.

Why was Gojo next to you, when the doctors—not the doctors but the pathologist—had told you that your daughters—your precious girls—are nothing but a exploding bloody mess of deranged limps and spilled organs.

He had no fucking right to be here, next to you and gazing at your mourning and sorrow.

Once the doctor had left, leaving you two alone in the lonesome of hallway, Gojo turned to you—an apologetic expression, filled with a hint of mournful, on his lips.

You wanted to suckerpuch him, pummel him into the ground. You didn't though, opted to just walked away.

It's me, me me me me me me me me, my fault.

You just wandered through the hallways, no real destination in mind. Just a mindless little walk. Unnoticeable, seems as you have forgotten, you didn't sense Gojo behind you as he followed you.

Your feet leading you into an operation room. The sterile tools for cutting up a Humans body, glistening in the dimly lit room so magnificent—that you felt drawn to them.

Taking the scalpel into your hand, moving the handle in your fingers, you take a look at its clean metal and sharp edge—so sharp indeed that it could easily..........yes.

Mind completely blank, knowing no more what's right or wrong—moral compass finally broken—and having no dignity and responsibility and neither respect to your own life and body left—you did what you never thought you would have been able to do.

In a swift clean motion you sliced your left wrist, pain seemed not to flare up at all—just a slight tingle—and then, with a eagerness as if it's the only thing to do with such passion, you stabbed the scalpel again and again into your chest—piercing your lungs and heart—and abdomen, wanting to quill your organs out like porridge.

When Gojo had come minutes later into the room you had disappeared in, he sucked in a breath and stood in stunned in stupor for seconds there.

Red and white. Red and white. Red and White. Red. Blood Red.

The essence of life, besides air and to a degree water, itself dripped from your body, your veins—like a leaking pipe—onto the white tiles below. Creating a puddle to sit in.

Gojo rushed to you, slipping on your blood and the polished tiles, hitting hard the ground and feeling the warmth of your blood on his hands and face.

He crawled on hands hand knees to you, kneeling before you now and gripping the scalpel. Gojo didn't care in this moment that he had took the sharp side in his hand, slicing open his palm and letting his own blood mingle with yours.

»My fault, my fault fault fault fault fault. It's all my fault–«

With shaky breath you repeated those words, trying to stab yourself more and more, but couldn't—someone's stopping you.

Gojo ripped the scalpel from your grip, deepen his own fresh wound even more and brought you in his arms. One hand holding your spilled organs back and the other supporting your head against his neck.

~~~

leiri had to put you into a two months coma and when you woke up, not even fulled healed, not only did you attack everyone around you who remotely comes near you—but you also had tried another suicidal attempt and this you almost managed to succession.

Somehow you got your hands on one of the stored away curses in the research faculty of the Special Sorcerers Hospital and well, to make things short—it had caused more brain damage than suspected at first.

~~~

Gojo blinked, eyes filling dry now after looking too long against the harsh light on the ceiling. He turned his head to the side, spotting you in the doorframe—looking frowning and disappointed at him.

»Can't sleep?«

»I hate you Satoru. I absolutely hate you, I hope you suffer death and burn in hell.«

Gojo only hummed, nodding and watching how you turned around—starting to walk few steps away and back to the bedroom, before coming back again.

You walked closer to him this time, face void of emotions and blanking staring at Gojo.

»Who are you?«

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