#i'm working on my last sub chapter and then i just need to write the introduction and conclusion with my friend

[airenyah]

well. time to filter last twilight until i'm done with today's paper writing goal

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 1

Read Chapter two - here [MASTERLIST]

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Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, BLOOD, Auctioning people, talks of BDSM, talks of virginity, talks of STD and STI tests, Dom and Sub dynamics, underage drinking (20), THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: 20,000 dollars in student debt can lead to irrational decisions, like engaging in a questionable discussion when a friend who is knowledgeable about BDSM mentions an auction she's attending.

WC: 3.6K

A/n: the first of the new and improved version of my mister miller fic🫶🏻

For notifications follow - @sinful-mind-joyful-fics

Cold and heartless, Dr. Richards, your financial aid advisor, was a stern woman. You had expected that, considering the difficulty of having to inform hundreds of students about whether they could afford to continue their college careers or not. Last week, you discovered an unpaid dues notice from the school when you were looking through your financial reports. You had thought that all your dues were covered by a creative writing scholarship and financial aid.

Dr. Richards set your papers down and sighed, taking off her glasses and looking at you with an unexpected hint of pity. "Would you like me to be kind or blunt?" she asked, her voice steady but softened by the weight of bad news.

Your hand slapped to your forehead instinctively as dread pooled in your stomach. "Blunt," you muttered, bracing yourself.

"You're $20,000 in debt," she continued without missing a beat. "The total cost of your first year was $40,000. $20,000 was covered through financial aid and the scholarship, but if you wish to continue, the remaining $20,000 has to be paid by the start of next semester."

Shock and anger twisted inside you, making your vision blur. "Three months?!" you exclaimed, your voice rising with panic. "How am I supposed to afford that? I can barely afford anything as it is."

Dr. Richards leaned back, her eyes holding a mixture of sympathy and resignation. "I understand this is difficult, but the reality is, you need to find a solution quickly. Perhaps a private loan, more scholarships, or even a part-time job."

The office walls seemed to close in around you, the air thick with the weight of impossible choices. You stood up, feeling the urgency of time slipping through your fingers. "I'll figure something out," you said, your voice a brittle whisper of determination.

As you stepped out into the corridor, the gravity of your situation bore down on you. The campus buzzed with the usual life of students, oblivious to your internal turmoil. Every step you took felt heavier, each echoes a reminder of the $20,000 chain now dragging you down.

Night fell as you wandered the campus, lost in thought. The familiar paths seemed alien, shadows stretching long and menacing under the flickering streetlights. Once you made it back to your cramped dorm room, you opened the door and flopped onto your bed without even glancing at your roommate, Faith.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Faith asked, concern lacing her voice.

You lifted your head from the bed just enough to reply. "Remember the financial notice I got last week? Turns out I'm $20,000 in debt, and I didn't even know. Ugh, I should have read the papers more thoroughly." You sunk your head back into the thin, scratchy comforter on your bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you.

Faith sat down on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with concern. "That's... a lot. What are you going to do?"

You sighed deeply, the sound muffled by the comforter. "I have no idea. Three months to come up with twenty grand? It feels impossible."

Faith was silent for a moment, the tension in the room thickening. Finally, she spoke, her voice a mix of determination and desperation. "We'll figure something out. There has to be a way."

You nodded weakly, and Faith gently moved your shoulders to get you to sit up. She sat next to you and nudged you playfully. "Maybe a sugar daddy? You're a hot 20-year-old with a banging body," Faith joked, her mischievous grin breaking through the tension.

You managed a small smile, though part of you wondered if she was actually being serious. Faith was always open about her sex life, unlike you. You were a virgin, but the thought of a sugar daddy did sound appealing in your desperate situation.

"Yeah, right," you replied with a chuckle, though the idea lingered in your mind longer than it should have. Faith's laughter filled the room, a momentary reprieve from the oppressive worry.

Faith stood up abruptly before walking to her laptop and bringing it over to you. "A Twilight marathon isn't going to fix this," she cut you off, her tone serious, as she settled beside you.

"I know, I know... but," she hesitated, her expression grave, "well, I might have a solution." With a look of persuasion, she showed you her laptop screen, displaying a website named 'Twisted Temptations.'

"Your BDSM club?" you blurted out, taken aback.

"Okay, okay, listen," Faith hurried to explain, sensing your shock and disapproval. "We're doing this auction... You get 10% of whatever they bid for you."

You stood there, frozen in disbelief, waiting for Faith to continue. "How do you think I paid for college and..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "most don't even want sex. You should at least look at the application."

You shook your head, doubt clouding your thoughts. "I don't know, Faith. This is so out of my comfort zone."

Faith moved closer, her expression softening with concern and determination. "Listen, I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't think it was safe. The club is strict about boundaries. You set the limits, and they are respected. Plus, I'll be there to guide you through everything."

You glanced at the laptop screen, the application form open and waiting. The prospect seemed overwhelming, yet there was a glimmer of hope—an unconventional solution to your daunting financial problems.

Faith sensed your hesitation and continued, "I know it's a big step, but think about the benefits. You need the money, and this way, you control what happens. You set your limits and preferences, and everything is mutually agreed upon with your partner. Trust me, you'll be safe."

You took a deep breath, considering her words. "But what if something goes wrong?"

Faith smiled reassuringly. "It won't. The club has strict rules and procedures to protect everyone involved. I'll help you with everything—filling out the application, setting your boundaries, and making sure you're comfortable. You won't be alone in this."

The weight of your financial troubles pressed down on you, and Faith's unwavering support felt like a lifeline. You sighed and sank onto the bed next to her. "Alright, I'll do it, but you have to help me. I don't want something to go wrong."

Faith's eyes lit up with excitement. "It won't," she assured you confidently. "Let's get started." She quickly filled in your name, age, and other essential details, then looked at you with a reassuring smile. "Okay, now we need to talk about your preferences and limits. This is really important."

You nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "What kind of preferences?"

Faith glanced at the screen, scrolling down to the next section. "Let's start with the basics. Are there any absolute no-go areas for you? Things you absolutely won't do?"

You bit your lip, feeling a flutter of nerves. "Well, I'm a virgin, but I'm ready to...you know, not be. I just don't want to do anything I'm not comfortable with."

Faith nodded, her expression serious but supportive. "That's totally okay. You can specify that you're new and what your limits are. Many people in the club respect that and will help you explore at your own pace."

She typed as she spoke, checking off boxes and filling in fields. "What about things like light bondage, sensory play, or role-playing? Have you ever thought about those?"

You blushed slightly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. "I've never tried any of it, but I guess I could be open to light stuff. Nothing too intense to start."

Faith smiled encouragingly. "Perfect. We'll start with light bondage and sensory play. You can always update your preferences later as you get more comfortable."

She continued filling out the form, asking about your comfort levels with different activities, safe words, and any medical conditions or allergies. You answered as best as you could, relying on Faith's guidance and the snippets of information she'd shared with you over the years.

"Remember," Faith added, "most of what you like and don't like is decided mutually between the dom and sub. Communication is key. You'll discuss your limits and preferences with your partner beforehand, and you can always say no if something doesn't feel right."

Faith noted your availability and reviewed the application one last time. "Alright, I think we're all set. Ready to submit?"

You took a deep breath, nerves, and excitement swirling within you. "Ready."

Faith clicked the submit button, and the screen flashed a confirmation message. She turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to Twisted Temptations. You're going to be great."

As you sat there, a mix of relief and apprehension settling over you, Faith squeezed your hand. "Remember, you're in control. This is about exploring your boundaries and discovering what you're comfortable with. And I'll be here every step of the way."

You nodded, and Faith smiled. “The auction will be held next week. You’ll need to get an STD and STI test done, and you desperately need to get something sexy.”

You gasped at Faith. “I own sexy clothes?”

Faith giggled and walked over to the closet. "Well, maybe not yet, but that's what I'm here for."

She flung open the closet doors and began rifling through your clothes. After a moment, she pulled out a baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, holding them up with a look of mock horror. “Unless you plan on seducing someone with the allure of ‘Netflix and no chill,’ we need to do some shopping.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay, point taken. But where am I supposed to find something sexy?”

Faith’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Leave that to me. We’ll hit up the mall tomorrow, and by the time we’re done, you’ll have an outfit that’ll make jaws drop.”

You felt a mixture of excitement and dread. “Fine, but no leather. And nothing with feathers. Or sequins. Or—”

“Relax,” Faith interrupted, still laughing. “I know just the thing. You’ll be sexy, not sparkly.”

As Faith closed the closet doors with a flourish, she turned back to you, her expression turning serious. “But seriously, the tests are important. We need to make sure you’re safe and everything is in order.”

You nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in again. “I’ll make an appointment first thing tomorrow.”

Faith grinned and flopped down on the bed beside you. “Great. Now, let’s watch a terrible rom-com to celebrate your big decision. It’ll be our last bit of normalcy before you become a sex goddess.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

Faith and you decided to Uber to the auction. The city lights blurred past the window as you fidgeted with the hem of your newly purchased dress. Faith noticed your nerves and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“Alright,” she said, her tone both calming and excited, “let me walk you through what’s going to happen tonight.”

You nodded, trying to focus on her words instead of the churning anxiety in your stomach.

“When we arrive at the venue, we'll check in at the front desk. They'll hand you your papers and auction number,” Faith explained. “Then, we can mingle and meet some of the other participants. It's like a real auction party, so don't be shy about striking up conversations.”

You took a deep breath, feeling slightly reassured. “And when does the bidding start?”

Faith grinned. “Bidding starts at 10 PM sharp. That's when the real excitement begins.

As the Uber came to a stop outside the venue, I looked out the window at the unremarkable building that awaited me. Faith led the way, exuding confidence as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

Stepping into the venue, anticipation swirled around me like a gentle breeze, mingling with the soft melodies of background music. The interior whispered of understated elegance, with dim lighting casting enchanting shadows across the polished floors and plush furnishings. Faith guided you towards the check-in desk, where attendants bustled about with papers and pins. You exchanged a nervous glance, excitement bubbling beneath the surface as you approached the desk.

“Welcome,” greeted the attendant with a warm smile, “may I have your names, please?”

You and Faith exchanged introductions before the attendant handed you each a set of papers and pins to attach to your dresses. With a playful grin, Faith nudged you and held up her pin, wiggling it teasingly.

“Alright, partner in crime,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “let’s get these on and make sure we’re looking sharp for the auction.”

You chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for your friend as you both leaned in to help each other attach the pins to your dresses. 

With your pins securely fastened, you and Faith made your way toward the main ballroom. The air seemed to buzz with an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation. As you approached the entrance, the grandeur of the room came into view.

The ballroom was a striking blend of opulence and decadence. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the space, illuminating velvet drapes in deep, sensual hues that lined the walls. The polished marble floors reflected the ambient light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Guests mingled in clusters, their laughter and hushed conversations weaving a tapestry of sound that filled the room.

At one end of the ballroom stood a grand stage, draped in rich, crimson fabric and adorned with luxurious golden trim. The stage was set for the auction, with a sleek podium at the center and rows of plush chairs arranged in front, ready for the evening’s main event.

As you stepped further inside, the scene grew more intense. The guests were an eclectic mix, their attire ranging from sophisticated evening wear to daring, barely-there outfits that left little to the imagination. Leather, lace, and latex dominated the fashion choices, with some attendees adorned in intricate harnesses and collars, their outfits hinting at the BDSM theme of the event.

Faith squeezed your hand one last time before she was swept away by a familiar face, her confident stride never faltering. You stood there for a moment, feeling a sudden pang of anxiety as the crowd seemed to close in around you. The noise, the lights, the sheer number of people—it was all too much at once.

Your heart raced as you tried to navigate through the sea of faces, each one strange and intimidating. The grandeur of the ballroom that had seemed so captivating just moments ago now felt overwhelming. You took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself, but the sensation of being out of your depth only intensified.

The guests were like nothing you had ever seen before. A man in an immaculate tuxedo strolled by, a jeweled mask obscuring his eyes, while a woman in a full-body latex suit and stiletto heels sauntered past, her movements deliberate and commanding. A couple nearby caught your eye: the woman wore a sheer, flowing gown, her partner trailing behind her on a leash, wearing nothing but leather shorts and a collar.

In one corner, a group of people had gathered around a figure suspended in a rope harness, their intricate knots both artistic and functional. Soft moans and murmurs of appreciation floated through the air as the person twisted slowly, lost in the sensations the ropes provided. Another attendee, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, held a riding crop, playfully tapping it against their thigh as they chatted with a scantily clad submissive whose eyes never left the ground.

Guests lounged on plush sofas, some openly engaging in power play dynamics. A woman in a sleek corset held a leash attached to a submissive kneeling beside her, while another couple whispered intimately, their hands exploring each other's bodies with practiced ease. The atmosphere was charged with an erotic energy, a palpable sense of anticipation for what the night would bring.

As you continued to weave through the crowd, searching for a familiar face or a quiet corner, the overwhelming nature of the evening began to settle heavily on your shoulders. The mix of luxury and raw sexuality, the boldness of the guests, and the anticipation of what was to come all blended into a dizzying mix that left you feeling adrift.

In that moment, you longed for Faith's reassuring presence, her confident guidance. But she was somewhere amidst the throng, leaving you to navigate this new and intimidating world on your own. You felt a prickling sense of vulnerability, the realization that you were truly stepping into uncharted territory sinking in as you tried to steady your breath and find your footing in the extravagant chaos surrounding you.

So, like every college student in a social bind, you made a beeline for the bar. "Shit," you muttered, realizing you had left both your fake and real ID back in the dorm. Trying to muster some confidence, you approached the bar, hoping your outfit might be convincing enough. You sidled up next to a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed impeccably in a well-tailored suit. You could catch the faint scent of pine and campfire from his cologne.

Putting on your best flirty face, you addressed the bartender. He was the complete opposite of the man beside you—average height, slightly taller than you, skinny, tattooed, and wearing an ill-fitting button-up uniform top. His head was shaved clean. "One shot of Tito's, please," you said, playing with your hair in an attempt to seem older and more sophisticated.

The bartender chuckled. "ID, please?"

You leaned forward, arms together to emphasize your cleavage. "ID, really?" you said, trying to be as seductive as possible.

The bartender looked tempted but quickly shook his head. "No ID, no alcohol," he said firmly, turning away.

You groaned in frustration, which caught the attention of the man next to you. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was older, that was clear, but he looked good. His stubble was neatly trimmed, his curly hair slicked back in a way that seemed both effortless and intentional, and his eyes were large and expressive.

"So, no ID?" he asked, his voice warm and slightly amused.

You smiled back. "No, but a girl can try."

He set down his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. "Well, how old are you then?"

"Twenty," you admitted, locking eyes with him.

Before you could continue the conversation, Faith appeared, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the bar. "What were you doing talking to Joel Miller?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and concern.

You glanced back, watching Joel as he turned back to his drink. "Just chatting. Why?"

Faith handed you a pamphlet and opened it to a specific page. "Page four," she instructed.

As you skimmed the page, she continued, "Joel is... intense. He's someone to shy away from until you're more experienced. Trust me on this."

Your eyes widened as you read the details. "Intense" was an understatement. "So, who's the safe bet?" you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Faith's face softened. "His brother, Tommy. He's more laid-back and a better choice for someone starting. You'll find him much easier to talk to."

You sighed, glancing back toward the bar. "Guess I dodged a bullet, huh?"

Faith smiled. "Yeah, you did. Now, let's find Tommy and get you introduced. He's around here somewhere."

Joel suddenly appeared as you and Faith navigated through the crowd, stopping you both dead in your tracks. "Tito's," he said, handing you a glass with a wry smile. He glanced at the number pinned to your dress before walking away, leaving you stunned.

"What was that about?" Faith immediately questioned, her eyes wide with surprise.

Before you could respond, a voice boomed from the auction podium. "May all the products please make their way backstage."

Faith turned to you, her expression shifting from curiosity to urgency. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, we need to get backstage."

Your heart pounded as you nodded, clutching the glass of Tito's Joel had given you. You downed it in one gulp, hoping it would calm your nerves, then handed the empty glass back to Faith. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. Just remember what we talked about. You're in control."

With a deep breath, you joined the other "products" making their way to the designated area. The backstage was a flurry of activity, with organizers checking names and numbers, and participants adjusting their outfits one last time. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of perfume mingled with the scent of leather.

An organizer approached you, checking your number against his list. "You're number 3, correct?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely audible over the din of conversation and last-minute preparations.

"Great. Just wait here until you're called," he instructed, pointing to a row of chairs along the wall.

You sat down, your mind racing. Faith's words echoed in your head: "You're in control. You decide your limits." The reality of what you were about to do began to sink in, but you steeled yourself, determined to see it through.

As you waited, you couldn't help but think about Joel. His unexpected gesture with the Tito's, the way he had looked at you—something about him intrigued and unnerved you. But Faith's warning was clear: he was intense, someone to be cautious around. Your thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

"Number 3, you're up next," the organizer said.

You stood up, smoothed out your dress, and took a deep breath. As you stepped towards the stage, the curtain drew back slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of the auction room. The ambient lighting cast a soft glow, illuminating the expectant faces of the bidders, their anticipation palpable in the air.

Stepping into the spotlight, you felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The auctioneer's voice echoed in the room, commanding attention as he announced, "And now, presenting number 3, starting bid at $500."

[luciferlightbringer]

Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 12

Hey! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while! This week was a lot and smut takes a lot of energy for me to write because I care about the details and all. But now it is here! Also, I was gonna put a more cute/loving gif of Lucifer for for this one but then I saw this was and I couldn't stop laughing, so here we are. Enjoy~

Chapter 11|Chapter 12 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.3 k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity, kissing, SMUTTTT (penetration, oral, handjobs, sub/dom, sex toys)

By the end of the day, all your things had been moved over to the hotel. Lucifer had offered to put your things in his room, but you had asked for your own, both because you wanted to have your stuff separate for now... and part of you wanted a separate place to be if you after Lucifer ever had issues come up. You didn't anticipate it happening, but the anxiety that came with a new relationship, especially your first healthy one, left you needing some time to adjust. Lucifer, being the good man that he was, respected it, but not without a little pouting, but you reassured him that you would still be spending every night sleeping by his side.

By the end of the day, you were tired, and honestly, so was Lucifer. The physical and emotional toll of the day had caught up to the both of you and you went to bed early that night. Snuggling up in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lucifer woke up early, excited, with a plan for the day. Lucifer got up and got dressed for the day, gave you a swift kiss on the lips as you laid half awake in bed and whispered, "I have some things I need to do today, but see you later. Ok? You're booked out with me starting dinner time, got it?" You nodded sleepily. He kissed you again, deeper this time. "I love you, Duckie." And then he left to go pick up supplies for his plan with you later.

A little bit later, you finally woke up and laid in Lucifer's- Lucifer and YOUR's bed... that would take some while to get used to. You heard a faint sound of commotion down in the lobby. You decided to get up to see what all the commotion was about, throwing on a basic shirt and shorts. It had been forever since you had gotten to have a slow day and wear clothes that weren't required to make you look like a sex toy, the change was really nice.

You skip downstairs to come face to face with a couple of familiar faces... some of your friends from the brothel! Gemma, Natalie, and Katrina, had all come also wanting to move into the hotel and give redemption a try. They saw how Lucifer and the others had fought for you, and they wanted in on that kind of support, even if they were still going to work at the brothel. You hugs them all and cried happy tears.

"You, uhhh... wouldn't be willing to spare one more hug, would ya, Babydoll?" You turned around at the familiar voice to see Larry standing behind you.

"Larry!" you hugged him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well.." he said sheepishly, "Truthfully, I've been losing the heart to run that brothel over the last several decades... Although business is already up a lot since it got out the Lucifer used my place, haha! We will see what happens... I am still running it, but... I might not be trying to find any new girls is all. Learning about this hotel here... gave me something else to try out... if... you are ok with me being here... that is..."

You smiled at Larry and hugged him again, "Of course I am! Every sinner is welcome here! Just one thing though... my new boyfriend might not be too fond of you calling me Babydoll anymore."

Larry laughed, "Fair enough, wouldn't want to upset him, I already know what that looks like, yeeshh," he said playfully pulling at his collar, "How about just 'doll'?" You nodded with a laugh, "That should work". You helped Larry and the other girls move in most of the day. Luckily you were distracted enough that you did not see Lucifer pop in and out the the hotel several times with supplies.

Eventually it came dinner time and you went off to your own room, to shower and get dressed for the event with Lucifer that night. You walked into your room to find a beautiful black and red dress with matching shoes and a bag next to it with a note saying:

Got you a little something for our first official date, I hope you like it. Love, Luci <3

Your heart swelled, you had no idea how your life had ended up like this, but you were the happiest you had ever been. You sighed happily and went to take a quick shower, did your hair with simple makeup and put on the dress. It fit your dimensions perfectly, like scary perfectly, and had no tag.

Did he have this made for you? This was going to be a lottttt to get used to, you were dating a King. Oh my god, you were dating a King. No... you were dating Lucifer, he could have been a sinner just like anyone else and it wouldn't matter to you. He could fall to an even darker pit of Hell and you would follow him. This must have been how Lilith felt all those years ago. You finished getting ready and you heard a knock on your door at your usual time.

You went to go open the door and saw Lucifer standing in front of you, wearing a more simple suit that was still just as sexy as his normally outfit, but with more black and red details to match you. As you catch his view, he catches yours, and you both look at each other with jaws agape as you take in each other's beauty. Lucifer was so happy that the dress fit you, and in all. the. right. ways. He gave you a prideful smile.

"I'm glad I got the measurements correct," he said with a smirk.

"So it was custom made, how did you know my dimensions?" you smirked back at him.

Lucifer raked his eyes up and down your body, "I'm just... good with spacial awareness." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and nodded with a cheeky smile, "Wow, I never thought such a nerdy sentence could sound so hot~" you purred.

Lucifer got a little flustered, "Oh shut up," he grabbed your hand and putted you into a deep kiss. You two stood in the kiss and embrace for a few minutes before Lucifer pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I don't want to get too ahead of myself, we have an itinerary to keep to" Lucifer says as he taps his cane on the floor. Before you can ask what he meant, he teleports the both of you to a secluded room with large windows that overlook the Pride Ring, music softly playing in the background, Swan Lake.

You looked at the view and smiled, "All this for me?" you ask.

"Oh this is just the beginning of our night, my love. And yes, you deserve this and much much more," he kissed both of your hands before taking you to your chair. You and Lucifer ate dinner together, spent hours listening to music, flirting, and eventually got up and started dancing together. This made Lucifer think about how things used to be with Lilith, but he could appreciate that it was different, it was with you.

He dips you and kisses you deeply, running his hands down your frame. His body had been aching for yours all day during the preparations for the night, but he knew he had to be patient just a little longer. We wanted so desperately to claim you, but also, to fill you with all the love and pleasure that he could muster. It was the least you deserved.

Lucifer pulls his head back to be able to look at you as you look up at him, his eyes full of love as he smiled down at you, "I love you my darling, and from this day on, I will make sure you never go a day in your life where you doubt that."

You felt tears well in your eyes, "I love you too, King of Hell, King of my heart. I will do everything in my power to be by your side and love you." You kiss him again as he ends the dip, standing you back upright.

"Are you ready for the rest of the evening?" He said with some flirty mischief in his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows again.

You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, "Oh I am."

Lucifer tapped his cane and you both teleported back to the hotel, in front of your door. "I have one more outfit for you tonight, get changed and come to our room in ten minutes," he asked trying to hide the excitement in his eyes at his plans for you. You nodded.

Lucifer kisses you again, deeper than all of the others, barely able to keep himself from taking you right there in the hallway. He parts and walks back to the room he called both of yours. You smiled and watched him walk away before going into your room. On the bed was another new outfit, who had put that there while you were gone? It was Angel, Angel wanted to help

On your bed, was a simple but elegant robe, the type of robe you would find at a spa or something, and nothing else. What was he up to? Before putting on the robe you also put on a set of lingerie that you had gotten a while ago, just for him to see if he had ever wanted to have sex with you back when he was still paying for your time, but now he got to see it for free, and that made you even happier.

You slipped on the robe, and after ten minutes, you walked down to your shared room with Lucifer and knocked on the door. Lucifer called for you to come in, and you opened the door to the room filled with lit candles, rose petals on the floor, a table over on the side that had stuff on it covered in a cloth, and Lucifer standing near the side of the bed, also wearing a robe that matched yours, this hat and cane off to the side. All you were able to see was his chest exposed down to the V in the robe and his black arms up to his elbows and his black legs to to the knee where they started to transition to white.

You laughed as you walked into the room towards Lucifer, "What is all this?"

Lucifer looked you over, Hells he wanted to rip that robe off of you, "Well... I wanted this all to be special. I know I could just toss you on the bed and probably have my way with you but... I want this to feel different... I don't this to feel like just another job... I want it to feel like love."

His words left a pang in your heart, you got close and cupped his face "You don't have to do all of this for me to feel like that, everything about you makes this feel like love... frankly... I struggled most of the time to see you as just a client... after a while I hated that you were because I wanted for it all to be real."

"Just for both of us to find out it was real the whole time," he said as he nuzzled into your hand, "I love you, and I'm going to spend the reset of the night and every day after showing you just how much I do." Lucifer then pulled you into a deep kiss. Both of you start to explore each other's bodies with your hands a little before Lucifer stops you again.

"Hells, you make it so hard to stop, but I have a plan here," he clears his throat, he is already shaking a little out of excitement and nerves, "You have spent a lot time using your body for others and I want to make you feel good, so I was going to give to a message. Does that sound ok?"

You melted, hell he was sweet and really hot, how could he possibly get more hot? "That sounds amazing actually..."

Lucifer's eyes lit up, "Great! And then uhh... whenever we move on to other activities... I may have uhh... gone with Asmodeus to get like... a bunch of new toys! Hahah... we don't have to use them now, if you don't want to. I just wanted us to have options..." he said pointing over at the covered table on the side.

You looked over at the table and then back at him with lust and mischief filled eyes, tucking a hair behind his ear, "We should probably get the massage started before I start perusing those toys," you purred.

Lucifer's face turn red and his loins stir, he gulps hard as he walked you over to the bed. As you laid down, you looked at Lucifer as you slowly shrugged off your robe and tossed it to the side, leaving you in only your lingerie as you laid down on the bed with your back and ass to the sky. Lucifer raked his eyes across your body and gulped hard again, this is the first time he had seen you this exposed since the night you met, and the memories alone did not do you justice.

He jumped up on the bed beside you, swiping your hair away from your back and covering his hands in massage oil before starting to rub into your back, and beginning his goal of feeling every inch of your body with his hands. He started to work his way down your shoulders, neck, lower back, and it felt amazing for him to touch and for you to experience.

As he moved his hands around your curves, he looked for points of tension and pain, and used a little magic to help in aiding his hands in relaxing you and making your body feel good. His touch feels incredible to you, even without the magic, and you can't help but moan and sigh as he worked your muscles. The attention he gave your back alone was already enough to get you turned on, even though you already had been pretty turned of from all the kisses, but you felt yourself starting to get more wet.

Lucifer held back a moan as he hear you start to sigh at the pleasure of his hands on you. He loved that he was making you feel good, making you feel pleasure. He wanted to worship you, your body. Your body was the alter to the entity that he now wanted to worship for the rest of his life. He felt himself already start to get drunk off the feeling of your soft skin, your beautiful muscles and curves. His hands started to explore more down an arm, down to your hand, working at your palm and trailing kisses down from your shoulder to your wrist before moving to the other arm and repeating the process there before doing the same down each leg.

You continue to moan and sigh as he moved across your body. The massage felt so good but your pussy continued to ache for him, every time he got close to your entrance, you started to shake and moan more. This was not lost on Lucifer, he loved seeing you quiver beneath him, and he wanted to badly to just dive into you... but not quite... he needed to torture you a little more.

He quickly snapped the back of your lingerie top and before you had time to talk, he quickly flipped you over and got on top of you. He straddled you as he slowly undid the tie on the front of his robe and slipped it off of him, leaving him completely exposed above you. You were now able to see the entirely of his well sculpted body, chest, back, hips... and his cock that was already hard and erect for you. Hells it looked incredible, you just wanted it in... so many places... He gave you a long and passionate kiss, with some exchanging of saliva between your mouths, tongues exploring each other before he starts to work to massage to front of your body.

The touch on your front was much more sensual thought than it had been on your body. Lucifer slowly kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, down to you breasts. Lucifer removed the lingerie top the rest of the way before massaging around your breasts, playing with your nipples, kissing and nipping around one, before putting his mouth on it and sucking on it. The nerves in your nipples felt like they were on fire and that each flick of his tongue made your loins start to throb as you groaned. You started to weave you finger though his blonde hair tugged at it a little. He took his time before moving over at repeating the process on your other nipple.

You felt like you were going crazy with lust at this point, you had never been so desperate for someone to enter inside of you. You opened your legs a little, hoping for him to take the hint to just dive in... to devour you.

Lucifer chuckled to himself as he felt your legs shift open, he decided it was time to start ending your torment. As he finished his attention on your second breast, he traced a hand down your stomach and down to your mound, moving the fabric of your thong out of the way before starting to tease your entrance.

You start to pant and groan louder, "Luci, baby please... Please touch me... put your fingers in me... I can't take it... Mmmm.... pleas-uhhH!!!!" You moan louder as he cuts you off mid-plea by sliding a finger into you, and starting to pump it in and out. He was now able to feel just how wet you were.

"Mmm, all of this wetness for me? With how much fucking you do, I wouldn't think you would be such a dripping mess for me, I'm so honored," he purred as he stared up at you from your chest, mischievous lust dancing across him face, burning in his eyes. Slowly, Lucifer added a second and then a third finger into your dripping hole as he continued to finger you and he continued to kiss and nip his way down your stomach and down your thighs. curling his fingers up into your G-spot making you cry out with pleasure.

As soon as his mouth reached your thighs, he removed his fingers, getting better access to bite and kiss his way up your thighs towards your dripping mound, he was pussy drunk just looking at your gorgeous entrance. He looked up into your eyes as be positioned his mouth just above your folds.

"Oh my love, every inch of you is the most exquisite and radiant treasure... are you ready for my tongue to ruin you?" Lucifer growled.

"Yes... Luci, yes please... ruin me... eat me..." you whispered.

Lucifer gave you a wicked smile, "Good... because I've been starving since the day I met you, and it's time for me to eat my fill." Lucifer then enclosed his mouth around your folds and starts to swipe his tongue up and down your entrance before plunging his tongue deep into you.

You let out a scream of pleasure as his tongue assaults your entrance, it was incredible and he had barely started. Every touch from him set your body on fire. You grabbed onto Lucifer's golden locks as he lapped at you with a vicious hunger, as if he had not eaten in eons and your juices were his only source of food. Your screams of pleasure made him rock hard and he started to grind his own crotch against the bed to alleviate some of the need.

Seeing this, you make the decision that you wanted to take a more active role in the pleasure. You figure out how to flip Lucifer on his back, which caught him my surprise, and then you crawled up onto him so that you were hoovering your pussy over his face and were able to get access to his dick.

Lucifer grinned wildly at the sight of your mound hoovering above him, and grabbed both of your thighs to encourage you down until his mouth locked onto your folds again and his tongue was about to gain access to the inside of you again.

At the same time, you reached down and grabbed his dick, which caused Lucifer to moan deeply beneath you. As you started to stroke him more, Lucifer moaned more, and started to thrust his hips up into your hand. You guys try to match each other's pace with each other's pace of licking and pumping.

Lucifer pulled out his favorite trick, which was elongating his tongue inside of you and snaking it around until he heard you sharply inhale, indicating that he had once again found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. He locked in on that spot and gave it as much attention as he could muster, even though he was finding it a little harder to focus due to the incredible feeling of your gorgeous soft hands on his throbbing shaft.

You and Lucifer continued like this for a while, an symphony of moans and sighs building between the two of you until you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him inside of you.

"Luci... uhhh... baby I need you... Oh hells... I need to feel you inside of me.." You sighed. Without another thought, Lucifer moved his hands up to your stomach and pushed you back onto the bed. He flipped around and crawled up to you, giving you a deep and hungry kiss as he spread your legs apart, finally ripping off your thong completely and discarding to the side so that it would not be in the way anymore. You loved getting lost in the taste of your juices on his tongue.

He broke off for a moment, panting, readying himself, teasing his cock at your entrance. He looked up into your eyes, a fire raging of lust and love as he growled.

"I've wanted this since the moment I saw that gorgeous sinful body of yours, since the day that the divine powers made it so that you were the one that ended up at may door, above anyone else. And now here we are, you naked in my bed, begging to feel the blessings of my cock inside of you? Oh well then I will RUIN you like this every day for the rest of your life, you hear me? This is your eternal punishment now, in my bed, slobbering, drunk off of my cock. Now tell me, darling, tell me what it is you truly desire?!"

You cried out, "I want you to fuck me Lucifer Morningstar!"

And at that, Lucifer started to slide into your entrance. You both moan loudly as you make connection with each other. Lucifer could on contain himself as his wings started to unfold from his back as he railed you. He looked down to see your head thrown back and your eyes rolling, and again he could not contain himself as his demon form emerged. Horns sprouted from his temples, eyes red, claws sharp, and a sharp black tail twisted out from behind him and wrapped its way around one of your thighs.

You looked up to see the new view of his, his angelic an demonic combination of features were so beautiful and terrifying in the sexiest way possible. His hands glided and squeezed along your body, kissing your legs as he held them up. You felt yourself starting to unravel.

"Luci-, oohhh... baby... it's soooo goodd.... I... I'm gonnnaa..." you tried so hard to hold yourself together a little longer.

Lucifer looked down at you with red eyes and growled with a smirk, "Cum for me, baby... let me finally claim that pleasure of yours... I'm so close..."

At his encouragement and growl, you threw your head back and moaned loudly as you felt yourself completely unravel, cumming and contracting around his beautiful cock. As you scream and your walls tightened around Lucifer, he felt himself also come undone as he felt waves of pleasure take him over at he hit his climax, emptying himself into you.

Lucifer then collapsed and rolled over to you side to breathe, "That... was... amazing..." he gasped.

"Ya... it was... fuck..." you weren't ready to had your hands off of him. You pulled him close and started kissing and making out with him again. He rolled back into your embrace to kiss your lips. After a few minutes, hands started to trail around each other's bodies again and you both started to let kisses roam as your bodies grinded against each other. You guys were both ready for another round.

You took Lucifer's shaft back into your hand and you started to pump un and down on it, and it did not take long before it was rock hard again in your hands. You then flipped onto you hands and knees at you continued to stroke his cock, still glistening and wet from your juices. A bead of pre-cum started to form at the tip, which you swiped off with your tongue, causing Lucifer to let out a pitiful moan and grab onto your hair.

"Oh baby... please.." he begged. All of the dominance and power he had earlier was gone, leaving the submissive desperate man you remembered meeting the first night. This reminded you of your plan from that night, you eyes glittered with mischief.

You slid your mouth around the head of his mouth, swirling around the tip before taking as much for his dick into your mouth. Lucifer was already losing it at the tip, but when you dove deeper around him he let out a long pitiful moan.

"Fuccckkkkkkk babyyyyy... ahhhh!!!!" he cried. You continued to pump your mouth up and down his mouth, some times removing your mouth completely to lick up the side from base to tip, and taking his balls into your mouth before returned back to filling your mouth with his cock. After several minutes of this, you stopped and slipped you way off of the bed.

Lucifer looked at you confused and in a happy daze as you walked over the the covered table and removed the cloth. The table was filled with more toys than you had ever seen in your life. The options were limitless, but you were looking for one thing in particular. You scanned the table until you found that you were looking for.

You grabbed a strap on and held it up, and gave a sly smile over to your prey that was still a slobbering mess over on the bed. Lucifer's eyes lit up and he gave you a dazed nod. You then took the strap on and started to secure it to you before strutting back to the bed, letting the shaft sway from side to side.

Lucifer slipped off the bed and got in his knees in front of you, taking the plastic phallus in his mouth to kiss and suck on it as well as the surrounding skin of your hips. You enjoyed the view of Lucifer on his knees in front of you for a minute, before you reach down his hand to tip his face up and make him you up at you.

You smirked at his submissive gaze up at you, "Up. On the bed," you commanded.

Lucifer nodded and scrambled onto the bed on all fours, his back arched and and up and ready for you. You grabbed a small tube from the table before slowly making your way back to the edge of the bed, putting a dollop of lube on your fingers before starting to massage his entrance. He gawked and moaned in response, especially he you started to work a finger in, and then two. It had been forever since Lucifer had been pegged, and hell did he miss it. He loved being at someone else's command, not needing to think for a minute. It was pure bliss.

You then started to spread some lube around the plastic of the strap on tip and shaft, making sure there was enough as not to hurt him. You positioned yourself to tease his entrance while you reached forward and grabbed around his throat, pulling him back, and you whispered in his ear.

"Now... are you ready for me to take you back to Heaven, darling?" you growled in his ear.

"Y-yes... yes mommy," he whimpered before you let go of the grip on his neck and slowly eased yourself into him. Lucifer let out a long moan as you slid into him. He dropped back down to all fours, and as you started pumping, he matched your pace in response. He felt so full and high on the feeling of you inside of him. As he got used to it, you started to pump faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder. You waved your fingers through his hair, griping it and pulling his head back as you railed him, the grip of his hair making him moan and cry even louder, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks. Lucifer reached down and started to stroke himself as you pounded him. You took his other arm and held it behind him, forcing his face with squish into the bedding, muffling his cries.

After a while, Lucifer couldn't take it anymore, "Baby...oh hells... I need... mmmm... I need to fuck you... I beg of you." It made you so wet to see him like this, to have this power over him and to be pleasuring him in this way.

You cocked your head to the side and stopped you momentum while inside of him, and you pull him back up so you could whisper in his ear, "What is the magic word, Luci?" you purred.

"Mmmm... ahhh... p-please?" she whined. You obliged, removing yourself and replacing him on the bed on all four. Lucifer made quick of work of getting you in the same position you had just had him in, but with both hands behind your back as he quickly entered you and began pounding you again, screaming and moaning. You were sure the whole hotel could hear you, but you guys didn't care. It didn't take long until you both were reaching climax again and came at the same time before falling on the bed again in an exhausted heap.

Once he caught his breath, Lucifer pulled you in close, to cuddle against your naked body. Your bodies felt like magic against each other. He wanted to do nothing else other than hold you the rest of the night, you guys had the rest of time to try out the rest of the toys. He found your hand and laced his fingers in with your as he looked in your eyes. All you saw in each other's eyes was love and joy.

"y/n, I love you so much. Now and forever."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

You pulled Lucifer into another passionate kiss.

As you drifted off you sleep in Lucifer's arms, you whispered "I'm so happy we found each other, found love... in a hopeless place."

THE END

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Thank you all so much for the love I have gotten for this story! This is beyond anything I ever thought I would see from this and I am so happy. Some people are interested in a 2-5 years later chapter, would anyone be interested in that? This would be a chapter 13 that I would probably be posted in a few weeks. Let me know in the comments. Also! I will be starting my next Luci x Reader story in a few days, "Talk to Me", which will focus on a Fallen Angel Reader. Let me know if you want tagged in Chapter 1 of that! xoxo, dany ❤️

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PUTTY, chapter one

(chapter one), (chapter two), (chapter three)

PAIRING: virgin!Eddie/former cheerleader!Reader

SUMMARY: Eddie has a little brother. Eddie’s little brother has a babysitter.

SERIES TAGS and C/W’s: mutual pining, experienced!Reader, inexperienced!Eddie but he’s eager to learn, mostly sub!Eddie, insecurities and self doubt, narcissistic and/or absent parents, jealousy, mean basketball players, hurt/comfort, they smoke weed, eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), uniform kink, dirty talk, foot jobs, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), public sex, sex toys, unprotected PiV. more to be added as this progresses!!!

WORD COUNT: 3.7k+

A/N: hi, my friends!!! this is a rewrite/repost and has been edited for a (hopefully) smoother, more enjoyable read. fun fact that this was one of the first Stranger Things fanfics i ever wrote. it was originally titled She Was Straight From Hell, But You Could Never Tell, and featured Eddie alongside an OC. i’ve changed it to be reader-insert, because that seems to be more in my writing wheelhouse nowadays. this fic will be multiple parts — it begins with backstory, but will eventually branch off into a universe of little smutty ficlets where Reader will corrupt virgin!Eddie as much as humanely possible.

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Eddie hadn't known about the existence of his little brother until two months ago, when Al Munson showed up in the middle of the night with a small child in tow. Eddie didn't even know his dad was out of prison again, and yet here he was, in the flesh, a little boy with a mop of black curls resembling Eddie's own cradled in his leather jacket-clad arms.

Al was lucky Wayne was working or else this family reunion would have gone south fast.

While Wayne wasn't Al's biggest fan, Al was Eddie's dad, and Eddie would always hold onto as many moments with his father as he could get, no matter how sparse, and no matter how much of a self-serving piece of shit asshole Al Munson truly was.

But Eddie didn’t see it like that. Eddie saw it like this: His dad lived a hard life. His dad struggled with addictions. His dad lost a wife, just as Eddie had lost a mother. His dad tried his best with what he had.

Deep down, Eddie knew these were all just sorry excuses, but he kept that truth tucked away, not wanting to deal with the reality that Al truly only cared about himself.

He already had one dead parent. If he cut his dad out of his life, he’d basically have two.

"When'd you get out?" Eddie asked, stepping aside so Al could enter. His eyes followed the child, brows furrowed. The trailer was always Al's first stop on his freedom tour and the older man had always brought some sort of baggage along with him -- never a little kid, though. What the hell kind of trouble had his dad gotten into this time?

"Few days ago," Al replied, heading for the living room. He placed the sleeping child down on the worn sofa, then straightened and faced Eddie. "Listen, son, you gotta do me a favor. I'm not out long this time. I might've robbed an ATM or two last night. I'm kinda on the lam."

Al didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish at his wrongdoing.

Eddie was used to this. Even when Al was a free man, he was never a free man for long. He didn't think his dad knew how to coexist among non-inmate citizens. Eddie didn't think his dad even wanted to. Prison was a creature comfort for the elder Munson. Eddie wasn't necessarily mad at that fact. He was happy when Al was locked up, because then at least he knew where his dad was. Otherwise, Eddie worried his father would eventually get himself into a situation he wouldn't be able to get out of, and Eddie would really never see him again.

Eddie was also used to Al showing up after months and months, sometimes even years and years, such as now, always asking for favors.

"Who is that?" Eddie asked, pointing towards the couch, not being able to ignore the other human in the room any longer.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I need your help with.” Al rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, no way to do this other than to just say it. That there's your little brother, Eddie. His name's Oliver. And I need you and Wayne to look after him while I'm gone."

"My... what..." Eddie stammered, face scrunching up. He expected Al to burst out laughing and admit he was just fucking around, and that this tiny sleeping stranger was actually just the kid of a fellow convict buddy. Maybe it was said convict buddy’s turn to rob ATMs tonight, leaving Al the babysitter. Irresponsible. Unlikely. And, turns out, untrue.

With Al's silence, Eddie knew his dad’s admission wasn't a joke.

Eddie was beyond confused now.

"Dad, how... you've been in prison for six years!"

"Conjugal visits," Al answered with a bit of a smug shrug.

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck? Wayne can't afford another kid that's not even his... and I'm in school still, I can't watch him... this isn't... I don't know how..."

But Al was already making his way to the door.

"I know you'll figure it out. I can always count on you, my boy," Al prided, tone cheery as if the favor he'd just asked of Eddie was to give him a quick ride somewhere or find an old family recipe.

Al wasn't acting like he was ditching another Munson offspring off on his older brother. He was treating this like an issue of minor importance, just a little speed bump on an otherwise flat road.

Al Munson was not an upstanding person. Never had been, never would be. Because of this, Eddie shouldn't have been surprised or appalled, but here he was, standing with his mouth agape. Surprised. Appalled.

His dad was out the door with a lighthearted, "See ya 'round, son," and Eddie was left speechless in the middle of the living room.

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Wayne got over the new addition to the Munson household fairly quickly.

While he'd been livid at first, calling up all of Al's old friends he'd still had the numbers of to try and find out where his dumb shit of a younger brother was, Wayne eventually became resigned to the idea that he now had another little boy to rear and mold.

What else could he do?

Wayne took care of his kin, especially if they were innocent bystanders and had no say in being born in the first place. He'd raised Eddie, and although he knew the boy had his struggles, he didn't think he'd done too bad of a job.

Eddie never went hungry, always had clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, and Wayne was the one who haggled Eddie's van down to a reasonable price so the boy could pay for it with his lunch box salary.

Wayne knew about the weed and the pills, but so long as Eddie stayed smart about where he was selling and who he was selling to, he didn't much mind Eddie's unconventional line of work. It helped his nephew stay somewhat social, and Wayne knew how important that would be for Eddie's future. If the boy was nothing but a lone recluse his whole life, he'd probably end up just like Al. Nobody wanted that.

Eddie was just about grown now. Sure, he was rearing twenty and still in his senior year of high school, but Wayne had an inkling that '86 would be Eddie's year.

Wayne had always thought about selling the trailer and buying an RV with retirement money once Eddie was out on his own. He wanted to travel the country for the remainder of his life.

The idea that he'd have to raise up another wild Munson for the next fifteen or so years caused a knot to form in his stomach.

Would Wayne even be around for that much longer? He may have been relatively healthy, and he was only in his mid 60's, but Wayne wasn't an idiot. He knew anything could happen at any time.

Wayne knew he needed help this time around. He figured he could count on Eddie here and there, but Eddie needed to focus on school this year if he planned on finally walking the stage. Because of this, Wayne decided to enlist the help of someone on the outside. Someone with experience.

So, he posted an ad in the Hawkins Post, looking for a full-time nanny for a five-year-old boy to start as soon as possible, and waited for a response.

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Wayne didn't have to wait long.

Two mornings following the job post, shortly after he'd returned home from work, he heard a knock on the trailer door.

When he answered, he saw a pretty young thing standing on the front stoop.

"Hi!" you greeted, then immediately began to ramble. "Are you Mr. Munson? I hope it's okay I just showed up... there wasn't a number listed, only an address, and I didn't know if you wanted me to write a response and mail it, but the ad seemed maybe a little urgent, so I thought, hey, what's the harm in just... showing... up..."

You trailed off, feeling silly for word vomiting during your first impression. He was watching you with a small smile, eyes flickering with what looked like amusement, especially as your cheeks began to color to the soft red of embarrassment.

Listing no number on the ad was intentional. He hadn't owned a rotary phone in about ten years, after having tried to cut back on bills, and he knew not just anyone would make the trek to Forest Hills for a potential job offer. He’d figured only committed applicants that wouldn't waste his time would follow through.

"I have a lot of experience," you continued on at his silence, almost as if you couldn't help it, compelled to divulge all the information you could in the first three minutes of meeting. Wayne found it endearing. "I used to babysit for three different families when I was in high school. And I have two little sisters. My mom and dad worked a lot growing up, so I spent a lot of time with them. Didn't get paid, but... I made sure they didn't die or anything..."

From their brief interaction thus far, Wayne knew he succeeded in his method of weeding out flakes. You were obviously serious about the position. He felt he was a decent judge of character, and he'd learned in life that sometimes over-explaining was synonymous with caring.

"Sorry," you said, forcing out a little laugh. "I guess I could have just introduced myself. You didn't really need to know all that." You shot your hand out, giving your name. "I'm here about the nannying gig. Um, obviously. That is, if I didn't already scare you off."

Wayne took your hand in both of his own, shaking it. He placated you with a grin. "It's a lot harder than that to scare off a Munson, sweetheart. Let's go inside and meet Olly."

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Although Oliver Munson was only five, he had a spectacular vocabulary and a limitless imagination. Wayne knew the boy was a little charmer, quite like how Eddie was when he allowed himself to be, when the teenager wasn't drowning himself in existential teenage angst and nonsense.

You fell under Olly's spell almost instantly.

And it seemed the little boy had fallen under yours as well.

Oliver didn't stop talking to you while you were there, and didn't stop talking about you after you’d left, asking when you’d be back and if next time you could take him to the trailer park's playground and maybe you two could watch G.I. Joe or He-Man together afterward.

Wayne had taken your number down before you’d left and had told you he'd be in touch soon.

Later that evening, after Eddie had gotten back from his club meeting at school, Wayne took the trip into downtown Hawkins to use the payphone and ask you if you wouldn't mind starting as early as tomorrow.

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You were far from struggling for money.

Your father was a sought-after criminal prosecutor for the entirety of Indiana. Your mother was a real estate agent for high profile clientele who came from old family money; her father was CEO of a day trading business, and his father before him had been the same.

Although you likely would have never had to work a day in your life and could live a comfortable existence off of inheritance alone, handouts and the humdrum of an All-Play-and-No-Work lifestyle was never a dream of yours. That sounded so cookie cutter, so monotonous, so boring.

You liked to feel a sense of accomplishment. You liked setting goals and reaching them. You didn't want to freeload off of money that was gained from the capitalistic professions your parents were a part of. You wanted to be in control of your own finances and be the author of your own future, not have it already be etched into stone simply by being just another rich kid from Hawkins, à la the likes of the Carver's or the Cunningham's or the Harrington's.

You were ecstatic when you got the call from Wayne, asking you if you’d be willing to start the following day. He left for work at 2PM, so you’d have to be there before then, and would need to plan on staying until Wayne's nephew got home around six.

If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you felt a bit nervous, but the job itself wasn't the reason why that writhing feeling accompanied your excitement.

You had more than ten years of babysitting experience under your belt, and you were eager to get back into a job you actually enjoyed as opposed to trying out different careers to see what stuck and what didn't. Having graduated the spring before, you’d been taking an off year to save up money by working odd jobs around Hawkins to be able to buy your own apartment.

You’d worked as a florist for a few weeks, but it turned out your thumb was pitch black instead of green.

You worked as the personal assistant for a group of lawyers from a local law firm, but it turned out they just needed office eye candy and not someone to actually get any sort of work done.

You worked as a veterinary assistant, but it turned out the job was much more than just petting cats and dogs. You couldn't handle it when a sick animal would come in and there would be nothing anyone could do. Your heart broke more at that clinic than it had your entire life.

You were in between jobs when you’d decided to peruse the classified section of the Hawkins post. There, in the shortest blurb on the page, was a listing for a needed nanny, a full-time position offering negotiable pay.

The next bit was where the excitement wavered.

The listing was published by a Wayne Munson of the Forest Hills trailer park.

That had to be Eddie Munson's uncle. There was no way there were two separate Munson families living in the only trailer park in Kerley County.

You couldn't believe that you’d stumbled across this ad, that the geeky metalhead you’d crushed on since your freshman year of high school had a little brother you could be the potential nanny of.

You were two years younger than Eddie, but that hadn't stopped you from losing periods of time to daydreams about the way the wind ruffled his wild mess of curls on breezy days or the way his band tee sleeves always clung perfectly to the soft muscles of his biceps or the way his cheeks dimpled when he teased the other boys he sat with at lunch.

You’d always wanted to introduce yourself, but you didn't run in the same crowds -- you being on the cheer team and Eddie blasting Black Sabbath in the parking lot after his Hellfire meetings. You could never muster the courage. He seemed so carefree, so full of life, so effortlessly funny. Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend, had spoken to him once or twice and had told you how different he was than what other people said about him. He wasn't scary or mean or threatening, and instead was warm and silly and genuine.

But you knew how the people you spent your time around treated people like him. You knew your group of "friends" referred to him as a freak, a Satan worshipper, and did everything in their power to try to bully him into becoming a shell of himself. Thankfully, he never did -- it was almost as if Eddie absorbed the hatefulness and spent it tenfold by mocking the hilarity of the jock hierarchy that ruled the school, as well as using it to strengthen his own ability to embrace every misfit that walked the halls of Hawkins High.

You never introduced yourself because you were afraid he’d think you had an ulterior motive, that you’d be trying to talk to him as a joke or a prank. You knew the company you kept. You were sure Jason Carver had once or twice suggested you do just that, lead Eddie on and make a fool of him in front of the whole school.

You figured it'd be best to just stay away.

But now, you thought finding this ad was possibly a sign from the universe.

Maybe you were getting a second chance.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Eddie was running late.

He was supposed to be back home half an hour ago to relieve whoever Olly's new babysitter was of her duties, but the campaign had taken a shocking turn and Hellfire couldn't disband until it had commenced.

The night finally ended with Will's character decapitating Dustin's, and Eddie had to thwart an actual attack when Dustin leapt across the game table at Will in a bout of rage. Dustin was small but mighty, and Eddie had to physically wrestle the boy off of Will's neck, threatening to banish Dustin from the next few campaigns if he didn’t chill out. Henderson had huffed and puffed but had admitted defeat and apologized to Will for the attempted murder.

By the time Eddie arrived back to the trailer park, the sun had almost set. He pulled his van into his parking spot to the right of the trailer and shut it off. Stepping out, he swung his backpack over his shoulder, but came to a halt when he heard Olly's scream sound from behind the trailer.

Dropping his bag and beginning to run toward the noise, Eddie's heart fell to his stomach. Horrible images of what could possibly be pulling that sound from his little brother pervaded Eddie's mind. He had an overactive imagination to begin with, and something like this verbal cue only egged it on. "Olly!" he shouted, panic raising his voice. "Olly, are you okay?! What’s going on, where are --"

Eddie came to a halt when he found the boy in the backyard with a huge smile spread across his small, sweaty face. Olly had a fake crown on, one made of twigs and leaves, and he was carrying one of the biggest sticks Eddie had ever seen. He had a blanket tucked into the back of his shirt, the cloth a makeshift cape. A thin piece of metal, probably from one of the cars Wayne and Eddie sometimes worked on, was wrapped around his center, acting as armor.

Olly had just been playing.

Letting out a heavy breath of relief, Eddie noticed your frame just off to the side. His eyes started from the ground up, noting the shiny red Docs donning your feet, moving up bare legs that were covered mid-thigh by a short black skater dress, one that hugged your curves in a way that had Eddie’s mouth going dry.

By the time he reached your face, your eyes were wide with amusement.

You’d been watching as he slowly drank you in. He didn't mean to ogle. He had to shake his head a few times to clear it, and when he did so, the face before him started looking more and more familiar.

"Wait," he started, head tilting. He spoke your name, tone riddled with confusion. "From high school?"

You were about to answer when Oliver cleared his throat, obviously not wanting to be ignored or to have his playtime interrupted any longer. You looked down at the boy, who pointed up to his head at his crown. You got the gist -- Olly wanted the game to continue. You could indulge him. You’d been doing it all day, and honestly you’d been having the most fun you’d had in a while.

You turned your attention back to Eddie, fixing your posture and jutting your chin out slightly. "I don't know who that is," you began, voice lilting. "I am Princess Guinevere of Kerley County and this here,” you brought your gaze back down to Oliver, “is my most loyal servant, Sir Olly of Castle Munson."

Eddie couldn't help the grin that broke out over his face at your announcement. He then took a moment to fully take in the rest of your appearance. You, too, had on a makeshift crown, this one made up of cherry blossoms and daisies. You had a flowing blanket tucked into the back of your dress, cascading down your back like a veil.

No fucking way were you, last year's cheerleading captain and prom queen, standing in his backyard playing fucking knights and princesses with his little brother. No fucking way.

Olly broke the silence by shouting out, "Hey, Eddie! Who are you gonna be?"

Eddie tore his eyes from you to focus on his brother. He pursed his lips to one side in thought, trying to come up with a character. He was usually quick on his feet when it came to creative play, but he had just spent the last three hours DM'ing a month-long DnD campaign. His brain felt shot. He was pulled from his introspective reverie by your soft, suggestive voice — no, sorry — the soft, suggestive voice of Princess Guinevere.

"Wanna be my dragon, Eddie?" you asked.

Eddie wasn't exactly sure why that made his breath catch in his throat.

He nodded dumbly, silent, then forced himself to speak because he didn't want to look totally lame in front of a Princess. "Okay. Yeah, I'll be your dragon."

You graced him with a smile before Oliver's tiny but booming voice cut through the air of the darkening night. "HEY! Dragons don't talk!" the boy stomped his foot and hit his stick against the muddy ground in annoyance.

A laugh bubbled from your throat and Eddie grinned, jumping into a wide-legged stance before outstretching his arms, tilting his head back, and roaring.

[the-massive-simp]

Hey I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Diluc as a professor (slight nswf if your comfortable 🫢)

OHHHH I LOVE THISSSS HERE U GO BBY<3 I'm sorry this came out like 10 times more nsfw than i intended hehe I did some headcanons + little scenario since its quicker an easier to write for me :)) if u want a full fic feel free to send another ask!!

warnings: mdni, nsfw under the cut (he's a bit of a pervert, semi public sex, unprotected sex [use protections irl!!], fingering, edging, minor age gap, sub afab reader [no pronouns mentioned, but reader wears a skirt], tiniest bit of degration, praising, uhh i think that's everything)

♡Professor!Diluc♡

PLS THIS PROMPT WITH DILUC IM ON MY KNEES FOR HIM

let's get started

so

let's say that you had some troubles with the subject(s) he teaches

he noticed you struggling and asked you after class if you wanted him to give you some private lessons, since he didnt want his favourite little student to fail his class

and how can you deny the opportunity to spend more time with your hot professor? you've had a crush on him for ages!

and don't think he didn't notice

he saw how your cheeks would turn red everytime he spoke or looked at you, how your hands would shake when he gave you back your work or how you would always look for him in the alleys

and he looked at you too, when you bended over to pick up something, unknowingly giving him the opportunity to look at your panties covering your plump ass and your sweet pussy

he'd also notice how pretty you would look in your uniform, shirt squeezing your chest and skirt flowing around your thighs

but he promised himself that this encounters will be strictly professional

just a teacher helping a student in need

but when you arrived to the library for the first lesson he feels like he could catch fire right there and then

your skirt was even shorter than the uniform's one and your stockings hugged your thighs so sweetly

he coughed a bit to hide his amusement, and the he started explaining

he struggled to keep his composure when you bended over the table to point at a specific passage of the book you didn't get

your shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he managed to get a peek of your lacy pink bra

he quickly moved his eyes back to the book, hoping you wouldn't notice his red cheeks

after a couple of this lessons, he was about to give up

he didn't manage to get one thing into your head

he decided that maybe he could try one last method

♡

That's how you ended up on his lap, your back pressed against his toned chest, his muscular arms wrapped against your waist. "Now open the book and start reading chapter 6." As he talked, he pressed you down against his lap, your clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. You bit your lower lip and reached for the book, starting to read aloud. You stuttered the first words, but as you kept reading, your voice got more stable. You were so absorbed by the book you didn't notice his hands moving, until one grabbed your nipple, and the other slipped under your skirt to play with your clothed clit. "You didnt even wear a bra today? What a naughty girl. You better commit yourself to actually learn something and make up for it." "Yes sir- ah!" As you answered, he pinched your clit, making your hips jolt. "Don't make such lewd noises here. We're in a private section of the library, but people can still hear your pretty little voice moaning. The only thing I want to hear is you reading. Go on." You blushed and started reading again. As you kept doing so, his hand slid under your panties and started to circle your clit, doing so for all the time it took you to finish the chapter. "Good girl, I think thats enough for today. Put down the book and enjoy your reward." With that, he inserted a finger in your leaking hole, curling it to hit all the best spots. "Keep quiet. Let's see how many times you can cum for your professor, huh?

after that time, your grades actually got better, so he kept using this special method to help you

he would give you one suck on your clit for every answer you got right when eating you out, and one smack on your ass for every wrong one

the first time you got an A, he decided that you deserved a big reward and he fucked you until you were unable to form coherent sentences

but he also got jealous

when he caught guys eyeing you, he would come to you and ask you if you could follow him to talk about your grades, quickly leading you to the closest bathroom or closet to pump you full of his cum

"Why don't you go and tell them who is the only one who can make you feel good?"

"Imagine what they would say I they found you doing such things with your professor, you pretty little slut"

"Can't even wait for our lesson to have my cock stuffing you, huh?"

after cumming, he would pull up your panties and make you go around with his cum inside all the day

if you ask him nicely, he can give you some more after lessons are finished

after all, who is he to deny a request from his pretty little student?

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author's Note: I write these at work and I work nightshift all alone in a little gatehouse, right? I kid you not 3 coyotes were staring at me through the door and I didn't even notice. I saw them running by on the cameras but I honestly thought it was just a group of feral cats cause they were so small.

Anyways, thank you for 300 followers!! I'm geekin' out over that! And Friday morning the last chapter will be out 😈🙏

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 5: Finishing Touches

The word excited was a vast understatement when it came to seeing you again.

Leon's heart was thrumming against his chest as he stood silently in front of your apartment door. His hand was raised up halfway, ready to knock, but a sudden wave of anxiety was holding him back. He was at your apartment. Your apartment.

The drive over was relatively short, it was closer than your workspace, yet he felt confident the entire way here. Now here he was, frozen in place, worried his knock would be too loud or make him seem desperate, even. A ridiculous thought, obviously the man knew that, but it gripped his mind nonetheless.

You must've had a sixth sense, having opened the door before he'd built up the courage to actually knock, when all reality you just recognized the sound of his motorcycle at this point. The sweet smile you gave Leon was enough to draw him into your apartment. He was quick to take his jacket off since he was sweating bullets, hanging it up on the coat rack next to your front door.

You could tell he was nervous just by how jittery he was, it was endearing yet worrisome at the same time. Seeing how worked up you made him was adorable, but at the same time you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

"Sit wherever, Mr. Kennedy. My house is yours." You placed a hand on his bicep to try and ease him, smile still remaining as you watched him survey the living room. A quiet laugh fell from his lips as he trained his eyes on you. "It's Leon, please. Making me feel real old over here..." You rolled your eyes with a playful groan. It was just a formality you'd trained yourself to respond with when it came to clients. A hard habit to break since you'd never really dated any of them before now.

With a gentle pat, you slowly turned and walked off into your admittedly small kitchen where the faint sound of boiling water could be heard. It took a few seconds before Leon decided to follow you, not totally convinced to take a seat just yet. You glanced over your shoulder at him before turning back to reach up into one of your cabinets, pulling out a couple mismatched mugs. "You like chai?" He nodded, licking his lips at the idea of something to drink.

The man could only stand awkwardly a few feet behind you and watch as you grabbed a couple tea bags from another cabinet, setting reach bag in their respective mug. An electric kettle sitting atop your counter beeped once it reached the selected temperature, prompting you to grab the handle and pour the water into the mugs.

You covered the mugs to let them steep, turning around to lean back against the edge of your counter so you could look at Leon. He looked like a lost puppy, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he took in your kitchen. With a sympathetic sigh, you pushed yourself from the counter and looped your right arm through his, leading him out of the kitchen back towards your living room. "Get comfortable, I'll bring the tea over here, okay?"

He just let you lead him over to the couch, sitting down at your request with a meek nod. He really should be more confident than this, but he was far out of practice when it came to women. The idea of messing this up for himself was terrifying.

Leon's head followed you as you walked around to the front of the couch, watching as you set the mugs on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. He rested his hands on top of his thighs, eyes now stuck to the tea placed in front of him.

"Are you feeling alright? You look like you're gonna throw up." You meant this in a joking manner, even giggling a bit as you spoke, but Leon's head jerked away from the tea to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he shook his head. "No-.. No, I'm okay, just... Can I be honest?"

That kind of question never failed to make you nervous, and he was quick to pick up on that, clearing his throat after stumbling over his words. "It's... It's been a long time since I've done anything like this. Seeing someone."

Your mouth formed a small 'o' shape at his confession before falling back to that same sweet smile that you welcomed him in with. "You're right to be nervous, Leon. But hey," you paused to scoot closer to him, ".. I've had the privilege to learn a bit of backstory from you already, and after working with a few other agents before you, I have a general idea on just how taxing that kind of job can be."

Leon tightened his lips as he listened to you, worry still plain on his face. You were right and maybe that's why he grew to like you so easily. He didn't have to explain anything since you already knew the basic gist of it all, holding a level of understanding that most other potential partners wouldn't have.

You reached in front of him to grab the mug, carefully placing it in one of his hands before reaching further to grab the other, now having him hold the mug with both hands. He kept fidgeting with his jeans, clearly needing something to hold onto.

"I won't pry, the details of your job seem pretty intense, but I want you to know that I'll never turn you away, relationship or not." You'd grabbed your own mug now, looking down as you pinched your index and thumb on the paper end to the tea bag to jostle it a bit. "You've more than earned the time you have now to just be yourself."

Leon swallowed dryly, turning his attention down to where he was holding the mug in his lap. He didn't even know he needed to hear those words, but dammit were they definitely hitting home.

"Thank you." He managed to say, voice meek and slightly scratchy from just how dry his mouth had become. "You... have a way with words?" He breathed out a chuckle to which you followed up with a laugh of your own. Despite feeling so vulnerable and awkward, he still managed to make a joke.

You closed your eyes as you brought the mug up to your lips, taking a sip of the now perfectly warm tea before opening them again to give the man next to you a smirk. "What a charmer you are, huh?"

And just like every other time the two of you had been around each other, Leon started to relax by the hour; talking more, joking more, getting closer to you, and once you both finished up the tea, he held onto your hand with his own.

He followed you around your apartment when you excitedly asked to give him a tour. It was small, a very humble one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, but to Leon it was probably the most comfortable place he'd ever been. So similar to your workplace in terms of decor, but now it was full of your more personal items.

The smell of the tea from earlier was beginning to fade, making way for the smell of just you, such a pleasant and intoxicating smell to the man.

Your bedroom was the biggest culprit so far, the two of you winding up sitting on the edge of your bed. Shamefully, he'd zoned out as you rambled on about whatever, just soaking in the feel of your comforter beneath his hands. It was soft, but definitely not as soft as your lips were.

While Leon was zoned out, his eyes had gotten stuck again, this time on your lips as they moved. You were focused somewhere else, looking forwards, not really paying attention to where he was staring. He so badly wanted to kiss you again, the last kiss didn't last nearly as long as he would've liked it to.

Leon knew his words would fail him and he wanted to act before his nerves got the better of him, leading him to moving his eyes up to yours, his hand reaching to gently hold under chin so he could turn your head to face him.

The feel of his hand caused you to pause your ramble, letting him turn your head to face him. He looked so handsome with that wanting look, his eyes flittering from your own and back down to your lips.

He seemed to know what he wanted, so you opted to just let him slowly pull you closer into a kiss, eyes closing as your lips touched his. It was a little longer than the kiss you shared the night before, but after pulling away and seeing the shy smile you had, he couldn't help but pull you right back in.

His eyebrows furrowed, hands finding their way to your back to pull you closer, one between your shoulder blades while the other on the small of your back. You arched against his touch, letting him angle you the way he wanted. Leon's hands moved to make way for his arms, biceps flexing as he tightly wrapped them around you. He had to hold on tight, fearing he would lose his little slice of heaven if he didn't.

Your lips felt amazing against his, so soft and pillowy. And god, the way your skin felt when he shifted one of his rough hands up under your shirt. He needed more, all of you.

He let out a low groan, almost a growl as he nibbled on your bottom lip before moving down to your neck. He leaned back a bit so his shoulders were resting against the head of the bed frame, managing to pull you even closer so your chest was pressed up a little higher than his, his head buried into the crook of your neck.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hands began to wander again, still underneath your shirt. They went up and down your back, moving down to occasionally squeeze your waist. You made the prettiest sounds when he did.

Leon felt so needy, holding onto you like this, for dear life. He couldn't help it. You were his lifeline right now.

His lips trailed along the underside of your jaw and down the front of your throat, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys in their wake. He could feel you swallow and the vibrations from your moans, loving how alive you felt in his grasp.

You ran your fingers through his hair before gently tugging him away from your neck, tilting his head back ever so slightly so he was looking up at you. He was panting, breath cold against your spit-covered neck. You gave him the most endearing look, one hand trailing down to cup the side of his face. You didn't want him to worry even for a second.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whispered, running your thumb along his bottom lip before bringing him into another kiss. His grip on you loosened enough for you to carefully slide down and settle your upper half into his lap.

Leon's lip quivered as he watched you, hands trembling once you'd slid out of his grasp. Your words were comforting, but he couldn't hold onto you the way he wanted when you were down there. Though, with the way you rested your cheek against the bulge straining in his jeans, he wasn't all that worried anymore.

You watched your hand with a lazy smile as you stroked him over his jeans, both arms resting on his thighs to keep them spread apart. Leon needed love and care and you were more than willing to help him make up for the lost time.

After unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, you unzipped his jeans, sitting up to pull them down in the front. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, silently asking for permission to which he eagerly nodded his head. He even reached his hands down to help, but you swatted them away.

"Let me take care of you..." Carefully, you pulled the front end of his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring out and then up against his stomach, already leaking precum. Leon groaned as the cool air hit it, causing his hips to jerk up a bit.

You didn't want to tease the poor man, so you reached your hand up and gripped the base, pulling it upright and to the side slightly. You stroked him languidly before placing a gentle kiss against the shaft. He whined, his legs now starting to shiver from the adrenaline.

Leon never could've imagined he'd get this far with you tonight, let alone get to watch you stroke his dick while giving it kisses and little kitten licks. A pitiful moan was pulled from him when you wrapped your lips around the tip to suck, your hand now stroking him faster.

You were so careful with him, focusing on his pleasure, having even stopped a couple times to make sure he was feeling good and also just to tell him how good he was doing.

With his cock now deep in your throat, tears were streaming down his face, small sobs falling from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down. It was all so much; the smell of your bedding, the feeling your mouth wrapped around him, the sound of his own weak little cries hitting his ears.

"I'm-.. God I'm sorry- I-" He spoke breathlessly through the moans and sobs, hands fisted into your comforter as he began to worry he'd chase you away. You pulled your mouth off of him, hand moving from holding the base to stroking him again. "You're doing such a good job, Leon. Just let go for me.." With your hushed words, you quickly put your mouth back around him, going right back to deepthroating him.

His orgasm surfaced fast, throwing his head back with a high pitched whine as he all so suddenly came down your throat. After pulling away, you gave the tip of his cock a gentle kiss before tucking it back into his boxers for him, staring up at him while running your hand along his thigh.

It was hard for him to look down at you, his head feeling heavy. A few small tears fell here and there, but now he was able to give you a tired smile. "Was that alright?" You asked him again, voice raspy from deepthroating the man.

Leon huffed out through his nose, smile widening as he quickly sat up, reached down, and pulled you up so your chest was pressed against his again. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly once more before burying his face into your neck.

It would've taken years for him to open up like that with anyone else, but it was different with you. You already knew, you understood, you were patient with him.

You made him feel weak in the best way possible. For once in his life he didn't need to be that strong, stone-cold agent who didn't bat an eye at death. With you, he could be soft.

It only took a few more sessions for Leon's portrait to be finished. All that needed to get done was some finishing touches since little things tend to get smudged along the way. All a part of the process.

Unfortunately for Leon, you didn't let him see the final product, blocking his every attempt to see it while saying something about "You don't get to see the bride before the wedding!" Whatever that meant.

When you told him it would take about two months to dry, he turned into the biggest man-child you've ever seen. Leon was just as bad as Chris in that sense, only difference being Claire was there to help contain Chris when he tried to see their portrait. Now you were left to deal with Leon's shenanigans all on your own.

No matter how much he begged and pleaded, you didn't relent. Hell, you even chased him out of the building with a dirty paintbrush. Two months was too long to wait for something like that. You were basically torturing him.

Luckily for you and him, it was easy to distract the man with the promise of a comfortable night at your apartment with some takeout. Afterwards, he really only ever asked about the portrait when he saw you working on something else. By now you'd hidden the painting away from his prying mind to give it time to dry. Out of sight, out of mind.

In the meantime, you would sketch him at random; while he was sitting on your couch, with his glasses on, naked on the bed posing for you "like one of your french girls", which was pretty funny yet surprisingly helpful. It had been a long time since you had the chance to draw a nude model, and what better than the ex-agent you'd grown so fond of?

Now it was just a matter of playing the waiting game. Leon's portrait was made to be extra special, secretly working on it while he was sleeping or off at the gym. Sure it prolonged the drying process, but you can't rush perfection in the end.

tags!: @greywardensaywhat @xkittiecatx @httpsuguru @k-fallingstar @lysa1201 @bobastayhigh @pocketstoriesstore @agent-dessis-posts @klee-iii @missjoenowhere @bbjposay @lazuliglace @bigtiddiesimp @finsternisle @sweets3rial @sodacolablast (there's a few of you that tumblr wouldn't let me tag for some reason 😭)

[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

ok, i'm being so brave and making the rec post that i told anon i would do like three days ago.

the obligatory caveats. this is not comprehensive—i haven't read all the fic in this fandom, and i've barely looked at anything not in english. my reading habits are pretty broad—i'll read almost any pairing, and am generally willing to suspend my disbelief to do so. i am not usually an au person, though this fandom is doing its absolute damndest to prove me wrong on that point.

also i have…more…fics that i felt i should rec somewhere, so probably this is rec post one, but ten felt like enough and also saying things in public where people can hear me is, it turns out, absolutely excruciating. please no one be mean to me about this post, especially if you wrote one of these fics, because if you are i will simply fill my pockets with rocks and take to the sea, ok? ok.

excited to find out what i manage to do that ruins the formatting, links the wrong fics and/or people, or otherwise breaks things in this post. please tell me if i've fucked up, or if your fic is on this list and you would rather i keep your name out of my mouth, or whatever.

first, a very special mention to the mlc reference guide by @yletylyf. this is such an incredibly comprehensive and generous resource. you want a timeline for this show that does an incredibly poor job of maintaining its own timeline? it's here. you want episode summaries? they're here. you want all the people and places? they're here. if you're writing fic, you want this guide, because it's so much easier and faster than scanning episodes or subs files to figure out the name of one specific guy or whatever. it also means that at least occasionally you work on the thing rather than accidentally rewatching the same scene five times, or hypothetically watching two to four episodes without even really thinking about what you're doing. the reference guide is the unsung mvp of fandom.

beyond porch and portal, difanghua, teen, by willowdream. this is the vampire au that i didn't know i wanted? the author posted it and their note was like 'i'm trying to be the change i want to see in the world,' and i was like ok sure, i'm not really convinced that the change i need is vampire aus, but i'll give it a go, and then i did and was like, oh shit, i'm eating fucking glass about this vampire au, i'm chewing on my own fucking fingers, i'm so fucking normal about this, i need another hundred thousand words of this and also seventeen more vampire aus in my inbox by monday morning. i literally finished reading it and scrolled right back to the top to read it again. i have no idea why this fic hits so hard, but it took me out at the knees. the voices are perfect. something about it is just impossibly compelling.

不安的遠離，再无歸期 | restless distance, without return, fang duobing/qiao wanmian, mature and teen, by @difeisheng. this is technically two fics but they're short and you should read both of them because they're such a brutal, perfect encapsulation of grief, and a really beautiful acknowledgement of the ways that fang duobing and qiao wanmian can be read as reflections of each other, separated by a decade, and it just fucking guts me. i dunno. it's about the grief! it's about the yearning! it's about someone who understands parts of you that you wish didn't exist! i think i've reread this like once a week for the last six weeks and i feel like it gets overlooked because it's not A Ship but like. it could be. it should be.

dance the silence down, fanghua and feihua, explicit, by @momosandlemonsoda. this fic. ugh. ok. i'm breaking my own rules. i had two when i started writing this post: no works in progress, and no reccing things that i haven't left a comment on, like a goddamn grownup. this one fic is breaking both of those rules and i feel bad about it and will hopefully spend like, all day tomorrow just commenting on every chapter or something, but i have to do this. this fic is so good. this fic ruins me. this fic is 63k, still a work in progress, and also if i were losing the whole internet tomorrow and i got to keep one fic in all the world and it was the only fic i could have for the rest of time, it might have to be this one, even as a work in progress. i ignored this fic for so long—by which i mean probably two of the four months since i first watched mysterious lotus casebook—because i was like, i don't like aus, and i especially don't like rock star aus. (or sex work aus, and you're never gonna fucking believe what else this author is writing and what else i absolutely cannot get enough of—this is a sneaky bonus rec for all i wanna do is wrong, another fic that i feel so so so normal about!) but then i was like okkkkkkk but. maybe i'll try it. people seem to be nuts for it. and then i read it and i was like OH HOLY SHIT PEOPLE ARE FULLY CORRECT TO BE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED ABOUT THIS and normally, honestly, i wouldn't bother posting a rec like this because it's like 'oh haha have you read the five most popular fics in this fandom?' and it feels so redundant, but i know for a fact that a friend of mine who finished watching the show yesterday is reading this post, and even if everyone else has read it, she has not! anyhow as a former music person and a former diner cook, this fic like. i don't know. i feel like it broke me but also fixed me? i literally criticise writing professionally and every time i try to talk about this fic i find myself speechless because it's so perfect to me. i am deeply unwell about this fic. every time a new chapter comes out i sit down and read the whole thing again, yes, all sixty-thousand-plus words of it. some nights you go to bed and you're like 'what's the fucking point?' and then you're like 'no wait, there will eventually be more of dance the silence down,' and somehow that makes things suck a tiny bit less. my wife has made me take out like six sentences from this rec because they're too intense and too weird about it but i need you to understand: you have to read this fic.

in this dream, there is a lover to share this life with, fanghua, g, by @lianhuajing. alternative ending for the end of episode 27, in which li lianhua—precious man who has yet to discover a hill he's not willing to die on—apologises to fang duobing the only way he knows how, and it's wildly upsetting for everyone (but it's ok and it doesn't end miserably, no one panic). this is a delightfully angsty treat, and i love how conflicted fang duobing is in it—i feel like it's not something that i've seen explored a lot, but this poor boy really fuckin goes through it—his best friend and his childhood idol are the same person but are lying to him about it, and his dad's not actually his father and has been lying to him about it, and his best friend/childhood idol may have killed his father, and—yeah, is lying to him about it. like? someone give this poor man a hug and a cup of tea and a snack and a blankie. i love that we get to see some of his internal conflict in this.

quintessence of dust, feihua, teen, by justthereforit. this plays with one of my very most favourite tropes in the world, which is the one where the heart is a physical object and a physical form of trust and control and surrender and—like. this is so good. it's set in episode 13, which is, for me, one of the absolute peak angst points, and it absolutely nails it. di feisheng who's upset and vulnerable and frustrated and angry, li lianhua who knows he's going to die and can't bear the thought that he's going to take anyone else down with him, and they're both just so fucked up. chef kiss. i love it when everyone is emotionally wrecked and continually like 'ok no, i can take one more knife in my soul to protect someone else', and this absolutely delivers on that.

under moonlight, we change our futures yet again, feihua, explicit, by @thesilversun. the wedding room! obviously we have to have a wedding room fic, right? i'm not going to lie: i'm willing to suspend a lot of disbelief for wedding room fics, but in this one, it's actually a wonderfully, horrifyingly plausible setup. it walks a really fine line of keeping people in character, and acknowledging the inherent horror and seriousness of the situation, and also providing some desperately hot sex, and also managing to get the emotional beats of it, too. it has a sequel, which imo really has to be read as the conclusion to this fic, and it's just as good. it's possible that some of what i'm saying here is 'i love vulnerable-inside crusty-outside di feisheng' but like. i do. i love it so much.

what's sealed away, feihua, teen, by @bbcphile. AMNESIA FIC yessssss, a-fei my beloved, fics that handle brain damage/memory issues/amnesia well my beloveddddd. i love the a-fei arc, but i also have had a number of brain injuries and some other stuff that means that my own memory is…not so great, so i sometimes really struggle with how often amnesia in fiction is played off either as nothing to worry about or as a funny thing where everyone's in on the joke except the person who has amnesia. this fic is a great and sometimes very visceral exploration of a horrifying experience, and a really fantastic study of a-fei/di feisheng as a character, as well as the relationship that he has with li lianhua. a-fei trying to balance the trust he has in the sense memory of his body with his understanding of his relationship with li lianhua with li lianhua's reaction to—everything, really—is really well done and wonderful/terrible to read.

我只愿面朝大海 | i wish only to face the sea, g, by foreverstudent. ok so you wanna fuck yourself up some more? go read this. this is canon divergence from episode 39, and fang duobing has learned too well the lessons he's been taught, and sees the shape of things before li lianhua ever touches the wangchuan flower—so he sets about making sure that he won't be able to throw it away. this is agonising and gorgeous and maintains the canon relationships while developing the narrative differently. i wept literal tears. i was like 'ok that's it the worst part is over!' and then i remembered that there was another part coming and then i started crying. anyhow, it is—as ever, with me—about the devotion.

我住長江頭, 君住長江尾 -- i live upstream, you live downstream, fanghua, teen, by @rimbaudofficial. ok so this is Not a fic that i should like, because i am a massive academic failure and despite being in my forties have regular nightmares about having to re-engage with academia for like. any reason. HOWEVER. as noted, i read indiscriminately, even when i'm like 'reading this is a terrible idea and will be upsetting for me personally!', so i was like 'well, how bad of an idea can it possibly be?' and then instead! it was. incredibly charming? it was so fucking cute? the fang duobing characterisation in this is somehow just perfect to me—he's simultaneously confident and vulnerable, and also just so deeply committed to the weird clueless guy who he's decided is meant for him. di feisheng and li lianhua have a perfect weird-bros friendship. i would read another ten chapters of this and i would love it.

[kittsyspaw]

⌇ Sinu Han x F!Reader

Oh, is there someone else or not? 'Cause I wanna keep you close. I don't wanna lose my spot 'Cause I need to know if you're hurting him or hurting me. ୨୧

╰┈➤ is there someone else? -The Weeknd

- This is a half-smut chapter from my lookism x reader book on wattpad (Loveism– Kittsyspaw) i deleted it there and decided to write it here for the people who wanted it.

- This is an old Smut that I wrote so don't mind any mistakes or lack of description please!

- You were working with the workers (in case you're confused on why you're in the underground place)

WARNINGS !! : Cockblocker, Begging, Dry thigh humping, Sub!Reader–Dom!Character, Kinda Dom? Reader at the end, Crying etc. (BTW IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18+)

"Oh god, I failed geography how I'm I supposed to know where i am?" You stared at the many, many corridors.

While you were walking, you saw a head peak out one of the door making you stop in your tracks, sinu immediately pulled his head inside, waiting for you to walk past so he could snatch you.

"Nah..jit tryna kidnap me, thats crazy..." You took slow steps, backing to the other side of the hall so the man couldn't grab you, it that was his plan, either way, you had seen him.

"Dammit! You saw me! And I thought I was hidden very well" he sulked making you chuckle.

Sinu signaled you to come closer, rolling his eyes when you only stepped a few steps towards so he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside the room.

He trapped you against the door "Did we ever meet before? I swear I know you" a hand reached for the mask that covered your face.

Slowly pulling away the oni mask, his eyes widened when he saw the familiar face, Sinu stared at you in shock, of course he knew you! He couldn't remember where or when, but he definitely knew you.

"Y/n?! Y/n right??! I- I know you!" He shook you by the shoulders, sinu didnt remember you having a scar, but who cares?

"So you do remember me? I missed you, sinu" Sinu's chest ached when you gave him a sad frown, name leaving your mouth laced with the softest tone.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, hugging you tightly as if you'd disappear any second.

You felt a part on top of your head get heavy, tears. "I can't remember when but I swear I remember you, I could never forget you" he cried, burying his face into your head, taking in the sweet aroma of your shampoo.

Sinu pulled away and traced the scars on your face "what happened y/n?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting, his face falling into a worried one when you started tearing up.

"H-hey! Is it a personal question? I'm sorry!" You let out a laugh "No! I'm just glad you remember me...and nothing happened don't worry."

You really were...having no idea what happened to him and the last time you saw your childhood friend – he didnt even recognize you which made everything worse.

His cheeks turned red when you grinned up at him, the corners of your mouth curling in the most sweet way he's seen.

Its as if...his heart melted right there, how can someones smile just bright up his day like that?

"Oh shit, I better get going-" "no!" Sinus lips tugged down in a frown.

"Don't go.." The circus was starting soon too, but sinu didn't want to, staying with you is better for him, he wanted to feel you again.

"Sinuu, the chairman is calling me, we'll probably meet someday again" He gasped, "And what if we don't?! No!" The big man hugged you again, prisoning you in his embrace.

You rested your head against his chest, you didnt want to go either, but Eugene would probably scold you the whole time and you didnt want to hear any of it.

"What about the neko girl? Didnt she call you or something"

"no...?"

"Hm, who even is she?"

"The CEO"

Your next words left as a simple mutter beneath your steady breath, it wasn't meant for your childhood friend to hear– but he did.

"oh. Explains, she's obsessed with you.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing"

You and sinu stared deeply into each others eyes, not breaking the contact. "Sinu, did you know that I met Samuel?" You regret saying that, remembering that he forgot everything for some reason.

"Samuel...? Samuel?" "Yeah, a friend of mine!" "Ohhh, thats...cool." He gave a bitter smile

"is he a guy?"

"Yeah!"

"Stay away from him! All they want to do is play you!"

The cries made you chuckle, he was still caring as ever, well he never even liked you being around a living being who was a male because apparently 'They're all bad for you'

While time was passing, you tried to figure out why he forgot almost everything, maybe an accident? 'He does have new scars..'

The man even took of his shirt just for you to see, his body going stiff at the fingers that ran over the scars on his chest, shoulders and stomach.

Sinu kept you in his embrace as you sat on his lap "You're spacing out, what wrong?" You shook your head "nothing, just thinking about the lecture I'm boutta get"

"Well, I really have to go now :(" you shut off your phone after the message Eugene sent you "Wait! Aren't you gonna pepper my face with kisses? Like back then-?"

Sinu clutched his head after something slipped out, did you even do that? What was he blabbering about? Did he make you uncomfortable?

Your smile widened, The smile taking over after calming his train of thoughts.

"of course!!" The black haired man laughed while you gave his whole face small pecks.

You looked at him, confused when he grabbed your face. "You don't know...how much I missed you" you parted your lips as Sinu came nearer.

Did he do this before? It was so...familiar...it was his head– playing out an image where you participated in, your thighs were hugging his hips and–!

He gripped the flesh of yout upper legs when your lips locked, both your eyes closing to feel the passionate, long lasting kiss.

Sinus eyes shot open when your lips quivered against his, worry working him up when fat tears ran down your chin.

"Baby...why are you crying?" He wiped away the crystal clear tears as you sniffled "sorry I got emotional its just-" your voice cracked, everything that happened so far playing in your mind, it's heartbreaking, it all was.

Sinus eyebrows knitted, did he make you cry? Was it someone else? His fist clenched, who was it? "Tell me what's wrong?" He cupped your face, hands shaking.

"A lot, a lot happened, it hurts, sinu..."

Sinu couldn't help but swallow the guilt of feeling joyful, you, the girl he used to cherish and adore, was gripping onto him and calling out his name for comfort.

Sinu held you in a welcoming embrace "I don't know what's the situation, but I'm sure it'll get better, Trust me! My guts are never wrong!" He posed making you laugh, the genuine laugh he hadn't heard in years, it made blood rush to his cheeks.

Sinu was thankful your sad face disappeared and got replaced with a cheerful one. You wrapped your arms around sinus neck pulling him towards you to continue what he started.

You whined against him when Sinu grinded your heat against the meaty surface of his rough thigh by the hips. Pouting when he broke the kiss, you stared at him confused.

"Tell me...tell me how much you missed me"

the man demanded, looking at you with desire that he hadn't to speak up about, it was all shining up his eye that was half lidded, focusing on you.

"Sinu! Please! I missed you so much, so fucking much! It hurt when you didnt know me at first, I thought you forgot everything between us..." Your brain was hazy, letting out your heart as he didnt stop the grinding.

Drool slipped by your lips, dripping down your chest. "Aw, baby...What do you want? Tell me, I'll give you anything" he pecked your lips, chuckling with the time you went dumb for him.

"Please nghh...Sinu! Please..fill me up...I need you inside of me" you sobbed when your cunny got sensitive from the flicking sensation, the inner part of your legs was burning up.

Sinu felt his bulge twitch, it got uncomfortable for him in his tight suit pants. Something about your whines and begging made him feel dizzy, you were so fucking beautiful, crying out for his cock to fill you up.

He wasn't crazy when he said that you could have anyone you wanted, lulling up him like a siren for her desires – that was you.

You flinched when your phone buzzed, shakily taking it out to see Eugene's name through the pleasure tears.

"S-sinu...stop. the chairman..." Yours words fell deaf to the muscular man smirked, wasn't this gonna be fun?

"Why don't you answer lovie? Don't make him wait" you nodded hesitantly, listening to the soothing voice that guide you.

"H-hello!" You bit down on your bottom lip out of embarrassment when your voice cracked. "Y/n? What's wrong? Where are you?" "I'm..I can't find the...exit!" You held in all moans when you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap due to the lava bursting in your guts

"What are you doing?...want me to send someone to get you?" "Mhmmh..." You didn't realize what you were saying and hung up, your mind too overwhelmed by the attention you were getting from Sinu.

You let out a loud, frustrated cry when he stopped the pace, you were seconds away from having your high. the tears that build up your eyes fell down, damping up the fabric they landed on.

"...why did you stop?" You pouted, one flick the aching bundle of nerves could make you melt, but Sinu was so mean!

"Sorry...I think we should go. There's someone who's waiting for you."

He didnt want to stop either, he desperately wanted to see your lewd face but he got a text from Neko while he was keeping you in ecstasy, telling him to get ready.

It angered him, after all those years he finally got a precious moment with you but it got completely torn apart by jealous people.

Sinu was sure that you two weren't gonna see each other anymore and it hurt, piercing right through his heart.

He raised an eyebrow when you straddled his hips, smirking down at him with a glint in your eyes. "What are ya' planning to do?"

A sharp breath was sucked in by Sinu sensing your warm mouth placed on the delicate skin of his neck, sucking until a purplish hickey was painted on it.

With a last giggle, you got up, running towards the door– pointing at his phone as you waved him goodbye.

Fucking hell, you were gonna be the end of him.

Sinu fell back on the bed, his hand running through his hair, regretting the decision he made on letting you go.

He was very messy, a unbelievably annoying bulge judging against his tight pants. The man let out a breath, imagining what type of faces you would make it he had ruined you.

The male was still frustrated, no thought, you left him like this. Sinu got up, walking towards the shower to take a cold bath.

If you found this interesting, you can continue on wattpad (I put the name above n stuff) Its a various x reader and has crossovers with V-hit and Jujutsu kaisen (≧∇≦)

Lmk if you want me doing more Smuts

[to-thelakes]

built to fall (4)

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface

series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply

warnings for this part; MDNI (minors do not interact) sexual content, tooth-rotting fluff, domestic fluff, smut, oral (m receiving), reader sucks luke off while he's on the phone (idk what kink that is), slight praise kink, soft!dom reader but also not totally sub!luke

notes; right, this is my like second time ever writing a bj so uhm, i'm sorry if it's absolutely atrocious, this is also the last part i have fully written that i'm mostly happy with so this is the last of the updates for today (excuse the spam) but yes! i hope you enjoy the whore-ish fantasies, and there are more to come ;)

tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe

ao3 / masterlist

previous chapter

The drive to the dog sitter’s had been short but you were grinning the entire time. Being in the car with Luke, basking in his presence made you so smitten. Part of you knew that it was ridiculous to have fallen this hard but you wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Luke had offered that you headed into the house with him to pick Roxy up but you said that you would be fine to wait in the car. You didn’t want to stress Roxy out if she didn’t know who you were. Roxy was well-trained and Luke had tried to tell you that but you wanted to let her approach you if she wanted to.

And she did. The second that Luke had gotten out of the house, thanking the dog sitter profusely, Roxy began to tug on her leash to get to you.

“Oh hello, hello, gorgeous,” You fawned over Roxy as she bounded up to you. The dog frantically sniffed at your legs and hand when you offered it before she looked back at Luke. Then she went back to you and you knelt down to stroke her. Roxy loved the attention and she couldn’t help but nudge into your hands. It seemed that she liked you. Luke was glad.

You scritched around her ears and her tail wouldn’t stop wagging as you mumbled praises to her. Luke watched with an adoring smile, letting you give her all the attention Roxy wanted rather than splitting the two of you up.

“You happy that your dad is home, huh? I would be very happy, now he can give you all the attention that you need, yeah?” You continued to fawn. But then Roxy suddenly turned away from you and looked up at Luke. He chuckled and leant down, stroking Roxy.

“You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?” He said, his voice softened as he gave her all the attention that she had been deprived of while he was away. He then leant forward and pressed a kiss to her head before he stood up, “She’s gonna go in the back so just get in the front,” Luke explained and you nodded. You opened the passenger side and slid into the seat while Luke opened the car door. He coaxed Roxy in and she perched down on the backseat. Then he unclipped the leash and placed it in the footwell before he closed the door.

He then returned to the driver’s seat and glanced back at Roxy. She had settled nicely into the backseat but he noticed how you had moved your hand so that she could nuzzled her nose into it. It was a sweet gesture and Roxy seemed to appreciate the little bit of attention that she got even though she was being relegated to the backseat.

“She’s so cute,” You mumbled as you looked over at Luke. He grinned and started the car up.

“Oh, trust me, I know,” He said before he started to drive back towards his house. You couldn’t help the grin that overtook your face.

-

You squealed as Roxy practically knocked you over. The two of you had been playing tug of war with one of her toys and you had lost your balance, falling onto your ass in Luke’s living room. He was in the kitchen, making drinks for the both of you which meant Roxy had you all to herself.

The dog was on top of you now, still fighting with you for the toy while you giggled and tried to get up but you knew this was her way of asserting her win. You let out a defeated sigh and let go of the toy.

“I give in. You win,” You said to the dog. Roxy seemed happy with that and she clambered off you to go and chew on the toy happily in the corner. But you stayed lying on the floor, giggling to yourself as your arm rested over your eyes. After you had picked Roxy up, the three of you had gone on a walk around the neighbourhood before returning home for some lunch.

Roxy had been given some food and the two of you made rice bowls. The entire day had been so domestic and you felt like you were dreaming. Part of you thought that this would be all some cruel prank but when Luke returned with your glass of water and his coffee, you hoped that this wasn’t all a dream.

“Why are you on the floor?” Luke asked as he walked around the sofa to put the drinks on the coffee table.

“Roxy defeated me,” You said, moving your arm away from your eyes so you could look up at him. He chuckled softly at your words before glancing at the dog. Roxy was happily chewing on her toy in her dog bed. She looked very peaceful and not like the menace that he knew that she really was. He then glanced back at you.

“I think you gave up too easily,” He stated. You scoffed, placing your hand dramatically over your heart.

“I did not! She’s a very good fighter, thank you,” You stated as you pulled yourself to sit up. He nodded, clearly exaggerating the gesture as a way to mock you. You narrowed your eyes and then got to your feet, “If you’re gonna be mean, I’ll leave,” You teased. Luke crossed his arms over his chest, stepping up to the challenge.

“Yeah?” He asked. You nodded. He then grabbed your hips and pulled you into his chest, “You’re all talk, carina,” He said as you looked up at him. You moved your lips to be inches from him.

“Maybe I am but it’s worth it,” You responded. He chuckled and then connected your lips in a soft kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down so you could kiss him a little better. But before either of you could escalate it too far, he pulled away.

You pouted but then he asked if you wanted to cuddle and watch shows and you couldn’t deny that that sounded amazing right now. You were honestly still a little tired from the previous night so when he lay down against the couch and gestured for you to drape yourself on top of him, you didn’t waste a second.

In the end, Luke decided that he wanted to show you one of his favourite shows and you enjoyed it for the first few episodes but you were slowly beginning to fall asleep. It wasn’t because of the show but simply because you were exhausted. Luke could see that and he found himself stroking your hair as you began to slip into sleep.

It would only make you more likely to sleep but you needed it more than most people he knew. He wanted that comfort for you.

When you woke again, it was a few hours later. Luke had switched and put on a new movie and was dozing off against the sofa. Roxy had taken her place beside the two of you and she seemed sleepy too. You pressed a soft kiss against Luke’s clothed chest before you snuggled back into him. He let out a mumble of your name and you let the smile spread across your face.

“Hi,” You mumbled as you moved your fingers to trace circles on his chest, “Sorry I fell asleep,” You muttered. Luke mumbled incoherently but you could gather from his tone that he didn’t seem to mind that you had fallen asleep, “I should probably head to my apartment,” You said after a moment. The evening had already begun to draw in and as much as you didn’t want to go back to your own apartment, you were worried about overstaying your welcome.

“Why?” He asked. His words were quiet and as he opened his eyes to look down at you. You tilted your head to the side.

“This is your place,” You responded. He let out a sleepy scoff before he shook his head, tugging you closer to him even though that wasn’t physically possible.

“Our place now, stay another night,” He mumbled. The words were a little clearer than his previous had been and they caught you completely off guard. It slightly terrified you that he had accepted you as part of his life so quickly but you tried not to think about it.

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. He nodded, looking at you properly. He then gently tugged you up his chest, pressing a peck to your lips.

“Stay the night,” He insisted. You didn’t bother to argue with that so simply nodded your head. You definitely weren’t going to deny him. 

“Okay,” You muttered. Your eyes fell closed against and you settled back against his chest. It was soothing.

-

Sunday passed much like Saturday had. The two of you woke up, kissed while Luke was cooking breakfast, took Roxy on a walk, played with her before eventually settling down to watch movies or read a book or play video games. It was a soothing routine and it meant that the two of you felt refreshed for the next week of work.

But spending so much time with him, admiring her, showering together, walking around in his shirt, it meant that the more salacious thoughts began to creep back in. You couldn’t deny that you had been thinking about him like that for weeks but you tried not to push it now that you were getting closer. You didn’t want to push Luke into anything that he didn’t want and you also didn’t want to scare him away.

However, as the two of you ate dinner, the conversation became increasingly more suggestive. You weren’t sure entirely what had happened but you had tried your best to ignore the wetness that began to pool between your legs as you spoke. 

And you had done a pretty good job at ignoring it as you cleaned up and put your plates in the dishwasher but as you sat on the sofa with him, it quickly became harder to ignore. His arm was wrapped around you, fingers slipping under your shirt to caress the skin of your hip. Everything he did was maddening.

The longer the two of you sat there, the more you squirmed. Your thighs pressed together in hopes of relief that never came. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the feeling growing between your legs. It was overpowering and you decided that you need to take a break to hopefully calm yourself down. 

So, you mumbled to Luke that you were going to the bathroom and you walked over to it. Once the door was pulled closed, you turned to stare at yourself in the mirror, willing yourself to hold it together but it was hard. It was hard when he was right there and you could still remember the sound of his moan when you tugged on his hair yesterday. 

You desperately wanted to hear it again. You needed to. That desperate little whimper had been playing on your mind and you needed to get your mouth on him, make him feel good. Every part of you was on fire for him and you didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

But in your best attempt to calm yourself down, you splashed water onto your face and took a deep breath. You used the towel to wipe the water away before you looked at yourself in the mirror again. You could do this. If you just made it through this night, you could go home after work tomorrow and satisfy that aching feeling between your legs. It would be fine.

With one more deep breath, you exited the bathroom but something had changed. As you walked into the living room, you noticed that Roxy had vanished. Luke was still lounging back but his legs had spread a little wider. You could so easily slot yourself between them and do what you had been desperate to do for weeks but you stopped yourself.

No. He was just relaxing. You couldn’t take it like that.

You walked back over to the couch and dropped down beside him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. 

“Everything alright?” He asked. You nodded your head and then you felt his hand slide onto your inner thigh, squeezing it softly, “Good,” He muttered. It was hard to ignore that warm presence and it was making you ache even more. He had to know what he was doing but his eyes were fixed on the TV. He was driving you mad and he must have known it.

Rather than focusing on the feeling of his hand on your leg, you tried to focus on the show that Luke had put on. But then his hand shifted and you really couldn’t ignore it this time. He was inches away from your clothed cunt and it was driving you mad. He was driving you insane. If he just shifted his hand a little further, he would feel the wet spot that he had caused you.

But you didn’t want him to touch you just yet. You wanted him moaning for you. 

“Luke,” You mumbled softly. He let out a hum of acknowledgement but was acting like his hand wasn’t almost exactly where you needed him, “Did you send Roxy upstairs?” You asked after a beat.

“Yeah,” He responded. The roughness to his voice had you internally begging for him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you stared down at where his hand rested and it slowly started to click. This was all on purpose. Of course, it was. He was Luke. 

He must have noticed how you were squirming. Was that his goal all along? There’s no way he could have known but you weren’t gonna let him take control of the situation that easily. You had been wanting to get his cock in your mouth for weeks and you knew that if you didn’t make the first move, you weren’t gonna get that wish.

So, you placed your hand over his and gently lifted it away. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned his head to look down at you but when he saw the devious look in your eyes, he knew that he was in for it. You placed his hand against his own thigh before slipping off the couch and onto the floor. You slotted between his legs, looking up at him/

“What are you doing, carina?” He asked. You moved your hands to rest against his thighs, fiddling with the fabric of his jeans.

“I’m finally giving you what I told you you’d get,” You smirked before you let your hands trail up to the zip of his jeans, “If that’s what you want?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded. You grinned and then focused on his jeans, unbuttoning them before pulling the zipper down. You then gently tugged on them and he helped you push them down his legs.

His thighs were built. Thick muscles running beneath the skin and you let your fingers trail across them. Luke let out a breathy noise as you admired him, fingers running up to his crotch. You palmed at his erection and he let out a choked whimper.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” You asked. He let out another groan as you palmed him through his boxers again. If you kept it up, he wasn’t sure you were going to get to do what you clearly so desperately wanted, “Lift up,” You said as you tugged on his boxers. He lifted his hips up and you pulled the boxers off, taking him in.

He was already half-hard, cock rested against his stomach. He was bigger than you had expected and as you moved your hand to gently take a hold of him, you noticed that the tip was already red and weeping for you. A smirk spread across your face and you spat into the palm of your hand before you wrapped your hand around him and moved it up and down.

He was quickly fully hard against you and you moved your cheek to rest against his thigh. He was so sensitive and as you moved your hand up and down slowly, he was already groaning. His eyes were locked onto the way your hand moved up and down, your thumb running over his tip before you returned back to your slow, lazy movements.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” You asked as you leant forward to gently lick the tip of him. He groaned at the sensation, eyes briefly squeezing shut before he looked down at you. You lifted your gaze to meet his, “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” You admitted before you refocused back on his cock. 

Starting from the bottom, you slowly licked up the side before you licked up the beads of pre-cum that were dripping from him. His eyes had fallen closed again as you got your first real taste of him. His cum was salty and tangy but it didn’t bother you as much as it used to. You dipped your head back down again and let the tip of him slip between your plush lips.

The loud groan that escaped his lips had you getting wetter by the second. The noises he was making were driving you crazy and you had only just begun. You wanted to hear every little noise he made, you wanted him to be at your mercy. 

You pulled back again after a moment, teasing him a little with kitten licks before you pressed a few kisses to the tip of his dick. He was groaning, head thrown back as his fingers dug into the couch cushions, desperate to keep himself under control. Part of him wanted to grab your hair and fuck your face but he wanted you to control this. At least, for now.

“You’re so pretty,” You commented as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You lifted your head up from his thigh and used your grip on him to direct him to your mouth. Then you used your tongue to lick the underside of him, feeling every vein as he practically whimpered at the movement. You smirked, watching his face as you repeated the motion. You were teasing him at this point. It was cruel but you wanted to savor him, “Baby,” You whispered softly and his eyes reopened. His cock was rested against your chin as you moved your hand to grab his. You then gently moved it into your hair, “I don’t mind if it hurts,” You reassured him before you took him into your mouth again. It wasn’t just the tip this time. Instead, you worked on getting every inch of him into you, taking him to the hilt before you hollowed out your cheeks, lifting your head up. 

The movement broke him. He let out a loud moan as he threw his head back against the couch, his fingers tightening in your hair. You continued to bob your head up and down, taking a slow and gentle rhythm but making sure to take every inch of him every single time. You wanted to savor this. Savor the feeling of him in your mouth and what it felt like to have him completely under your control because you doubted this was gonna happen very often. 

Your hands rested against his thighs as you continued your movements, lifting up every few seconds to pay special attention to his tip. Your tongue flicked across it, flattening out before you took all of him in again.

He moaned your name as he gripped your hair, tugging at the roots which made you groan against him. His self-restraint was hanging by a thread and when he felt your groan vibrate along his cock, it snapped. He quickly found himself bucking up into your mouth. The first time he did it, you nearly choked on him, eyes filling with tears but you started to move with him. His hand in your hair guiding you.

He was losing it, the pleasure taking over and you loved it. Curses, whimpers of your name and pleas fell from his lips as he continued to thrust up into you, taking complete control of it. He was using you however he wanted and you felt the slick soaking your panties. His thrusts became harsher, cock hitting the back of your throat as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. His fingers were gripping your hair and you were getting wetter by the second. 

Well, that was until you heard a phone ringing. Luke groaned.

“Fuck,” He whimpered as your hand quickly rested over his. He loosened his grip, deriving himself of the release he so desperately craved so you could lift off to work out whose phone was ringing. You looked a mess, your hair was mussed, spit at the corners of your mouth, eyes teary. You looked destroyed and Luke found himself somehow more attracted to you.

But he was distracted from your beautifully messy appearance when you grabbed his ringing phone from the coffee table. When you turned it over, you saw that Garcia was calling.

“Garcia,” You explained as you handed the phone over. Both of you knew that this meant a case otherwise you would have ignored it. Luke’s eyes were blown-wide with lust. He looked so pretty for you and so wrecked after he had used you. You wanted to take him again but you refrained as he averted his gaze. Then he answered the call.

“Hey, Garcia. What’s up?” He asked. You heard her beginning to talk on the other end and you rested your head back against his thigh. You bit your lip, taking in the sight of his swollen tip. He looked so delectable and you knew that he had been deprived of his release. Maybe, you could still help him get that. 

A devious smirk spread across your face as you shifted your hand to move up to his dick. You swept your thumb over the slit and Luke had to bit his tongue to stop a groan from escaping. He glanced down at you but you didn’t pay him much attention.

“Does Emily want all of us in?” He asked as you slowly began to take him into your mouth. His words faltered when he felt the heat of your mouth around him but he was managing to keep up appearances, somewhat. Penelope was talking again and you pushed your head down, taking him all the way to the hilt again. His head fell back against the sofa and he let out a soft groan. You heard Garcia on the other end say that she understood it was annoying but duty calls. Little did she know that he was groaning for a very different reason.

You began to bob your head again and Luke’s face contorted into one of pleasure. The soft, slow movements were completely different to the rough control he had on you a moment ago. His eyes scrunched shut as his hand fisted in your hair again. He easily could have pulled you to stop but it seemed that this turned him on as much as it did you.

“Don’t bother calling her. She’s,” Luke faltered, biting his lips to prevent a groan escaping before he continued, “She’s in the kitchen. I’ll tell her- tell her.” He was becoming breathless as he tried to keep his composure the best he could over the phone but you were making it incredibly difficult. The warmth of your tongue against him, the slow movements that dragged out every tendril of pleasure. It was like torture. 

You kept bobbing your head up and down, tongue licking at the prominent veins and every few bobs, you sucked and kissed at the tip of his dick. He could feel his edge getting closer as he began to buck up into you again.

“It’s not- not like that,” He stammered out but you had tuned Garcia out now. Instead, focused on moving with Luke’s shallow thrusts and getting him closer and closer to the edge that you knew he was teetering towards, “I’ll talk to you soon, alright.” He said abruptly. You smirked up at him, briefly meeting his gaze before speeding up again.

The moan he let out only a second after he hung up the call was obscene. His head threw back and he gripped on your hair, helping move you up and down.

“That’s it, baby,” He praised as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fuck, I can’t believe- Fuck- can’t believe you did that.” He moaned out curses as you continued to move up and down. You could tell he was close. His thighs were quivering, his grip was tightening and you wanted to take him over the edge. So, you kept moving, running your tongue on the underside of his cock before he suddenly shoved your head down all the way to the hilt. 

Your eyes watered, nearly choking on him as he held you in place. He then thrusted up into your mouth, two, three shallow thrusts before he was spilling into you. You forced yourself to breathe through your nose, swallowing down everything he was giving you as he worked himself through the orgasm. 

But once he was done, he let go of your hair and you slowly pulled off him. You gave his tip a gentle kiss which caused him to shiver, completely overstimulated by you. You watched as his cock softened before you fell back on your knees. 

Luke’s eyes were still closed, his entire body relaxed as his hands rested at his sides. He looked completely fucking destroyed and you could get used to the sight of him like this. A smirk spread across your face as you watched him breathe. 

Then, his eyes blinked open and he looked down at you. You were grinning, clearly very pleased with yourself which just made Luke roll his eyes before he sunk further into the couch.

In his blissed out state, he didn’t even notice as you crawled into his lap and curled up against him. Your head rested against his chest, listening to the thrumming of his heart before he wrapped his arms around you. His skin was sweaty and warm but you loved knowing that you were responsible for it. He had cum down your throat. You felt victorious.

“We’ve got a case,” He muttered.

“I know,” You said before you leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was still panting, trying to get his breathe back as you settled back into him, 

“ Next time, this is gonna be about you,” He said lowly. His tone made you shiver and the wetness in your panties just seemed to get worse. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, letting his fingers slip down your front and underneath your sweatpants. He slipped his fingers into your underwear and before he even reached your slit, he could tell that you were wet.

“We need to go,” You reminded him softly before he could get distracted. He nodded and slowly removed his hand from your slit.

“I’ll deal with it later.”

<3

next chapter

[j0kers-light]

alright so this may be a bit different from what you write but... how do you feel about a sub j? listen! he totally gave off subby vibes while getting that bj in the other chapter, and i'm pretty sure he has mommy issues so that's why he loves getting taken care of which is just so precious

Heyyy anon… 🖤✨

At first I was ehhh then I sat on it and said ehhh. Let’s do it one time for the one time. This is me going out on a limb. Hopefully it’s not too terrible cuz I don’t know! Sub!Joker what does it even mean?

*me writing this on my lunch break and editing it after mi after work nap* Please enjoy 😭

Joker will kill you if you ever speak about this to anyone.

He was tired and exhausted but needy and you were just the sweetest thing ever by offering him assistance.

You asked him to lie back and you took care of removing his shirt for him. He felt useless and sat up to help when you scolded him.

"Noooo Joker. You don't have to lift a finger. Lemme do this." He missed your kisses already but once you leaned back to take off your hoodie, he was speechless.

Joker’s eyes widened seeing that your (his) hoodie was the only thing you were wearing. He reached up to cup your breasts but you slapped his hand away. You tossed the clothing across the room and straddled him once more. Obviously he wasn’t good at listening to instructions.

“Aht aht, no touching. Just lay back, J. You always take care of me, let me return the favor..” You started to grind on his tented pants and giggled when he hissed in pain. “What’s wrong? Too sensitive already?” You rocked a bit harder so you could hear his strained yes. It sent liquid courage straight through your veins.

Joker didn’t trust his own voice after that. He just nodded instead when you continued to tease and ask him questions you already knew the answers to. It made you pity the poor clown every time he gritted his teeth and nodded. He was wound up so bad and ready for a release.

You wanted to hear more from J so sat up and toyed with his belt. Joker cracked an eye open and watched you free his dick from his slacks although he groaned when you gave his member a teasing pump with your fist.

“Bunny… n-none of that. I need ya too much.. just uh pleas- I uh.. D__n it! Just f__k me, doll!”

You smirked at Joker fighting with words. Would it kill him to say please? It was a rare day that he did and especially in bed. Maybe today could be different. You wiped the mischievous grin from your face as you hovered over his dick. You didn’t even bother taking his pants off all the way.

“What do you want, Joker?” You made a show of lowering yourself but maneuvered at the last minute to sit on his abdomen. Joker groaned and his hands shot to move you himself but you stopped him in his tracks.

He blinked in shock when you pinned his hands down on the bed. He arched an eyebrow and any other day you would've been intimidated– but not today. You were in control tonight and you wanted to take care of Joker properly before he got annoyed and took over.

You were working on borrowed time so you didn’t release his hands. "If you want me…. you’ll have to beg for it.” You nipped his ear and continued to coat his abs with your juices.

He could see and hear how wet you were and it drove him insane. One roll of your hips caused your pussy to bump into his dick and he felt just how hot you were.

He wanted to feel that all around him but he refused to beg and you refused to give in. It seemed like hours passed but it was only a few minutes with you coating Joker’s lower body with your juices and watching his resolve slowly break.

His gorgeous face was red and it highlighted the constellations of freckles that you loved so much. J was panting up a storm since you gave up grinding on his stomach and moved to hump his cock directly. Each roll of your hips kept his dick flush to his stomach and he so desperately wanted to be inside you.

He fought against your hold on his arms however you had a surprisingly strong grip. It became evident that you could go on forever yet Joker was losing the fight. He was actually rather close to cumming, as pathetic as it was to admit.

“Bunny.. I.. I’m close. Let m-me inside ya yeah?” He panted out. You just giggled and moved faster. The only sound in the room was your pussy gliding loudly over Joker’s dick and his stifled moans.

“That’s not how you ask.” You chided.

He felt it. For a brief second your fast movements couldn’t stop the inevitable and the tip of his dick was swallowed up by your dripping wet folds. Or maybe Joker just imagined it in his delirium. Either way, the split second of nirvana was all he needed to tumble over the edge.

Joker tried to stay quiet but he was lightheaded and needy and you'd been edging him for forever, he just couldn’t contain himself. “Oh fuu– yeessss baby! I want you pl-please!!”

He started to cum and you prolonged his orgasm by shushing him when you began to move. “Y/n… I c-can’t! I-I mmmaaahh!!”

Whatever he was saying dissolved into fitful moans when you finally decided to end his torture and enveloped his dick into your pussy, which was still throbbing from his orgasm. Joker shouted in ecstasy. You were worried at first because he wasn't making any sense. It was just mindless babbles and broken attempts at saying your name. You never seen Joker so… submissive before. You grinned and filed this memory for later. 

His night must’ve been exhausting for him to fall into this rare state of mind. Joker's hips were still thrusting and you could feel the last spurts of his cum coat the inside your pussy. If you moved an inch, he groaned and (subconsciously) begged you to stay still.

You let go of his hands to reach up and stroke his hair which seemed to ground him back to Earth. His eyes were squeezed shut and his entire face was redder than a tomato. The poor baby needed a minute or you'd risk killing him for sure.

After a while his uneven breaths settled but he still twitched in pleasure.

“That’s it baby, breathe for me and just feel. Just relax and let me make you feel good okay?” You kissed him gently on the lips and moved.

Joker’s moan got caught in the back of his throat and you got to see his glassy jade eyes open and immediately find your gaze. You never broke eye contact as you rode Joker gently. His hands were balled into fists by his side, he knew you’d hate if he helped. This was all about him and his pleasure.

You noticed and sent him a pleased smile, “Good boy. Is this what my good boy needed? A nice pussy to squeeze him tight after a long night at work? Hmm? Tell me.”

You picked up the pace and the loud suctiony wet slap of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. Joker nodded and the last of his worries left him as you rode him properly.

“Yes.. I needed you. Needed thissss, t-thank you mommy. Thank youuu.. f__k.”

You slammed down a little harder than planned after hearing him say that.

Joker hardly cared. He whimpered and begged you to go faster in between his flustered breathing. But you could see him avoiding your gaze and a darker blush dusting his cheeks. Did you imagine it? Did someone as dominant, possessive, and borderline sadistic, just call you mommy?

You didn’t miss a beat and continued to bounce on Joker’s dick but you sat up so you could stare down at him. His sweat soaked hair was covering his face and he looked rather ashamed for someone throbbing on beat inside your pussy. Joker was inwardly battling his slip of the tongue and growing concerned by your silence. 

But it honestly didn’t phase you. Joker constantly pampered you in bed and he never gave you the chance to return the favor. He was always in control, always the one giving. Joker never got to relax and be the one to receive. You didn’t know if this was just a one night thing or if it would be something discussed later but for now; you were going to be a supporting partner and give back.

“You’re welcome baby. I told you, I’d ah! I’d take care of you! You w-work so hard and take care of me.. mmmmm you deserve that too, J. Can you sit up and hold me? It's okay, I know you want to.”

Before you finished your sentence Joker had shot up and wrapped his arms around you. His nails dug into your waist and his head fell into the crook of your neck. His groans sank into your skin and he didn’t wait for your permission, he just shifted you better in his lap and began thrusting up into you. The sudden angle hit your g spot directly and startled you. 

“Joker!”

You gasped and pulled his hair. His head fell back with the motion but he didn’t stop his frantic thrusts up into your pussy. It didn’t matter that he broke the rules, he was getting what he wanted. He hissed at you tugging harder at his hair and chuckled.

“I know… I know I’m a bad boy but I c-can’t stop. You feel too good mommy! Lemme… ahh, let me f__k you. Please?” He groaned your name and sped up his thrusts, already chasing his high. You were left speechless and nearing your own.

You buried your hands into Joker’s hair and nodded. It felt too good to stop him anyway and your legs were getting a bit tired with riding him. “Take what you need, J. It’s all yours!”

That was all the permission Joker needed. 

He growled and tackled you onto the bed in a blink of an eye. You landed on your back and he quickly set his knees into the bed before he proceeded to lose control. If it weren't for his whiny babbles and moans of your name in your ear, you would have thought the old J was back.

You were reaching your peak but you wanted Joker to cum again, since this was all about him. You pulled his hair again and he whimpered but glanced out the corner of his eye at you.

“I need you to cum for me. Can you be a good boy for me and…”

You watched as Joker’s eyelashes flutter close as he jerked uncontrollably on top of you. He came on command and it was so hot and empowering to witness, you screamed out as your orgasm hit you hard.

He whined excessively as he bathed your walls white and clawed at your waist. All you could hear was white noise, everything was too intense. 

You recovered first and blinked up at the ceiling in disbelief. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ran your fingers down Joker’s spine. He was breathing steady and wide awake.

“J?” You called softly now that things had calmed down a bit. He drew a shaky breath but didn’t come out of his hiding spot, i.e your neck.

He was still clinging to you like a koala bear with no intentions of moving. Not like you minded. You loved being wrapped up in Joker’s arms but you did need to discuss what just happened and perform some form of aftercare. He had yet to pull out and you hummed at the warmth pooling inside you and down your thigh. You'd have to do the laundry again.

“J, we should talk ab–”

“No.” He cut you off. 

He bit your neck and soothed the unexpected nip with a lap of his tongue. It was a sign he was back to his normal self and a part of you knew to never speak of this.

Maybe it was a one time thing but you kinda liked a submissive J. 

[suspendingtime]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I've been tagged by @stars-of-kyber and @andthebubbles. 😁 So although I feel barely qualified, I guess I best do this...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

7. 🤗

I started about 2 months ago, so... and yes, they're all Kanthony. Initially just started as a way of contributing to Anthony Week 2023, and I didn't even expect that I'd actually do all 7 days.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

13,370.

Currently ranging at 661 to 3,779 per fic. Rookie numbers!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, just my beloved Bridgerton.

But there have been a couple other shows that have tempted me...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Astride  - 166

Nursery  - 118

Hunt - 105

Yours - 94

Temptation - 88

Having published a handful with various ratings, it's quite interesting to see the kudos, bookmarks (private vs public), and subs ratios! Much to think about.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes.

Why... I sort of have a need? Idk, when I see a comment it's hard to just leave it hanging there and not to reply. Like irl if someone looked at something I made and verbally commented on it... and I just stared back blankly not saying anything. 😐 This is how it feels to me on the receiving end at least haha. And my replies saying various forms of 'Thank you!' is probably quite repetitive, but hey ho.

Plus comments give you that lil hit of dopamine; from both povs as a writer or reader. Being on the reader side for most of my Ao3 activities I tend to comment on most of fics I read, I can't help it - I must tell you what I loved about it and why, and there's a pleasure in reciprocating that back too. Look, now I've written half an essay on the subject, gaaah. (I've not been on Ao3 as much as I'd like to recently, and because I opened it to scoop out the stats for some of the questions above I can now see that I have some unreads... and the need is happening.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm *thinking really hard*, I don't think any of them have an ending that is all that angsty. If I had to choose, maybe Temptation?

The pattern I've shown so far in my posted works is that it's gonna be 90% fluff. Though that is liable to change. 😆

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Nursery?

I'm not sure, cause they've all ended on a pretty optimistic note so far. But that one has Kate and Anthony with a few of their kids, so it's the furthest on the Kanthony HEA timeline.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ummm 👀 I may have dabbled in some smut.

What kind... hm, the kind where both people are panting for each other, and end up caving because they literally can't hold their horniness in anymore (this totally explains why I went feral for Bridgerton S2, ha). Another pattern I seem to have is making Anthony a submissive man puddle.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, but I do have some crack ideas I may explore.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, I very much doubt it.

How often does this happen to people?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I'd certainly be all for it if anyone ever wanted to translate any works of mine. 😊

If I was proficient enough to write in other languages, then I would probably try publishing the different versions from the get go.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda?

Nothing formal, but there was a lengthy comment thread on Reddit some months ago where myself and another user went back and forth re-writing the script for that stormy library scene 😅 (not so much re-writing what was already there, bar the last few lines, more of a continuation in a universe where Kate hadn't fled).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Must I even answer this? Kanthony, c'mon now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's only 1 work that I have, where I've actually started a chapter 2. And I have all the faith that I will finish it. ✍️🤓

Other potential WIPs, that are currently just posted as one shots, only exist in my head... who knows if they will see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

This question feels illegal to be asked.

I have no idea, I'm very new to this whole writing thing. At least in terms of fiction, so I'm not sure what I'd consider my strengths to be. I feel like I need some more practice before I can get a real sense of this?

I would say that dialogue usually comes very quickly to me, and it's having to fill in the bits around it that takes more brain muscles. So that might indicate something.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything apart from the answer to the question above.

But really I think it's remembering that there is a world outside of the main couple happening, and trying to describe the details there. Also other general 'setting the scene' stuff like clothing, weather etc etc. I usually just want to jump straight in with some random dialogue.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

On writing it... no thoughts; not done it yet!

If I needed to for some unknown fic reason in the future, I'm sure I'll be apologising profusely in the author notes for trusting Google translate and probably butchering whatever language it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Still just the one so far, Bridgerton. 😌

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hunt 🥺🥹 I was a lot of feels, and just very indulgent tbh.

I also really enjoyed my shortest one, Obedient, which was in 2nd person (hadn't done that before). The writing of that one was just really fun and I idky but I've reread it quite a bit!

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I'm woefully looking at my Ao3 bookmarks (which has grown exponentially since joining Tumblr), full of things that I've not got round to reading yet. So I'm tagging partly based on stuff hanging out on top of that pile: @islemeadow, @ladykettlechips, @hydriotaphia, @eleanor-bradstreet, and the smut aunties @colettebronte & @fayes-fics 😋 (if y'all wanna do it, ofc. I tried to find those who hadn't been tagged/done it yet, sorry if you've actually already done this and I've just not found it).

[mcrdvcks]

Down Bad - Chapter 22

Chapter Summary: Amina and Hunter embark on a new journey; one that is different from everything they have ever experienced.

Word Count: 14.4k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: hello!! sorry for not uploading in 6 days (yikes!) but i was busy with work, and this is the first day i've had off in 3 days. anyways, this is a bit of a long chapter, and a smutty one. but, the reason behind the 3 scenes is explained in the first part. the last scene is at the end, and it is the infamous ✨jealously✨ scenario. it may seem out of place, but that's also because i was once again horny and ovulating while writing this. so... don't mind me, just writing along with my feelings :)

TW: periods, slight allusion to blood, smut, smut, smut, light (very, very light) dom/sub, unprotected piv, inappropriate use of vibroblade

Series Masterlist - Chapter 21 → Chapter 23

AO3 Link For Chapter

Omega had woken up Amina frantically, saying there was blood when she went to the bathroom. Amina wasn’t quite sure how to explain what a period was, probably because it was never properly explained to her, so she took Omega to the medical center.

The two of them sat on two chairs as Amellia pointed at a hologram. “The egg moves down your fallopian tubes, where it waits for sperm. If sperm doesn’t fertilize the egg, you don’t get pregnant. Basically, menstruation is the shedding of the lining of your uterus.”

“Shedding!?” Amina and Omega exclaimed at the same time.

Amellia pointed a finger at Amina, “don’t you already know this? You’re, what, 22?”

Amina crossed her arms, a slight pout forming on her lips as she replied, "It was never explained to me."

Amellia raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Seriously?" she exclaimed, her tone incredulous. "You're 22 years old and you've never been taught about menstruation?"

Amina shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious under Amellia's scrutiny. “It wasn’t exactly something the Jedi taught.”

“How often does… it happen?” Omega asked Amellia.

“Every 28 days until you hit menopause, which on average is around age 50.”

“So… I’m going to have to deal with this for close to 40 more years?” Omega questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief as she processed Amellia's explanation of menstruation.

Amina exchanged a sympathetic glance with Omega, her heart going out to the young girl as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of her body's changes. "It's a natural part of being a woman, Omega," she reassured her gently, reaching out to squeeze Omega's hand in a comforting gesture. "And you won't have to go through it alone. We'll be here to help you every step of the way."

Omega nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude as she squeezed Amina's hand back. "Thanks, Amina," she said, her voice soft with emotion. "I'm glad you're here with me."

Amina smiled warmly at Omega's words, her heart swelling with love for the young girl. "I'm glad I'm here too," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "And don't worry, Amellia will make sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable."

Amellia nodded in agreement, her expression gentle as she addressed Omega. "That's right," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "We'll make sure you have plenty of supplies and information to help you through this."

Omega's eyes widened with curiosity as she glanced between Amina and Amellia. "What kind of supplies?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Amellia smiled, reaching into a nearby drawer and pulling out a small box. "Things like absorption pads," she explained, holding up the box for Omega to see. "And pain relievers, in case you experience cramps. If you follow me, I can show you how to use one and then you can put it on for yourself.”

---

Amina was making her way over to the school where Omega attended. No details were given to her, other than Omega and a few other kids were in the head staff’s office.

When she got there, Hunter was at the front door of the school waiting for her. “Any idea why?” he asked, as he opened the door and Amina walked in.

"No clue," Amina responded to Hunter's question as they walked into the school. Their footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as they made their way to the head staff's office, where Omega and a few other kids were waiting, one of them being Shep’s daughter Lyana.

As they approached the office, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. She hoped that whatever had happened wasn't too serious. Hunter placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as they reached the door.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Amina pushed the door open and stepped inside. The head staff, a kindly older woman named Mrs. Voss, greeted them with a warm smile.

"Ah, Amina, Hunter, thank you for coming," Mrs. Voss said, gesturing for them to take a seat. "Please, have a seat. I'm sure you're both wondering why we called you here."

Amina and Hunter exchanged a quick glance before taking a seat across from Mrs. Voss. "Yes, we were hoping you could shed some light on the situation," Hunter replied, his tone calm but with an underlying sense of concern.

Mrs. Voss nodded, her expression serious as she explained the reason for their summons. "It seems there was an altercation between Omega and another student earlier today," she began, her voice measured as she recounted the events. "It started out as a minor disagreement but escalated rather quickly."

Omega chimed in, “it wasn’t a disagreement. Tarek was making fun of Jynna. She’s only 8 years old and he’s 14!”

Amina looked over at the young girl, who was sitting in the chair in between Omega and Lyana. Phee had found Jynna and brought her over to Pabu, where she was now living with Shep and Lyana.

“That does not mean you should’ve punched him.” Mrs. Voss said.

"Omega, can you tell us exactly what Tarek said to Jynna?" Amina asked gently, her voice calm but firm as she addressed the young girl, looking over at Tarek and his father.

Omega took a deep breath, her hands clenched tightly in her lap as she recounted the events of earlier that day. "Tarek was making fun of Jynna because she's smaller than the other kids," she explained, her voice tinged with anger. "He called her names, pushed her around, and was making jokes about her parents abandoning her.”

Amina's heart sank at Omega's words, her protective instincts kicking in as she listened to the young girl recount the bullying Jynna had endured. She glanced over at Hunter, seeing the same concern mirrored in his eyes. They both knew how important it was to address this issue and ensure that Jynna felt safe and supported.

Hunter leaned forward, his voice calm but firm as he addressed Tarek and his father. "Is this true?" he asked, his gaze steady as he waited for their response.

Tarek's father shifted uncomfortably in his seat, exchanging a quick glance with his son before replying. "Well, kids will be kids," he said dismissively, his tone lacking any remorse. "Boys will be boys, you know how it is."

Amina's jaw clenched at the man's flippant attitude, her anger simmering beneath the surface as she struggled to maintain her composure. "That's not an excuse for bullying," she retorted, her voice firm as she addressed Tarek's father. "And it's certainly not acceptable behavior."

Mrs. Voss nodded in agreement, her expression stern as she addressed Tarek directly. "Bullying is a serious offense, Tarek," she said, her tone grave as she fixed him with a pointed look. "And there will be consequences for your actions."

Tarek shifted uncomfortably under Mrs. Voss's gaze, his eyes darting around the room as he squirmed in his seat. It was clear that he realized the severity of the situation, though whether he truly understood the impact of his actions remained to be seen.

Omega glanced over at Jynna, her heart going out to the young girl as she sat silently, her eyes downcast as she listened to the adults discuss her ordeal. Omega reached out to squeeze Jynna's hand in a gesture of solidarity, offering her a small smile of encouragement.

Amina caught Omega's eye, her own expression softening as she silently conveyed her support for both Omega and Jynna. They would get through this together, as a family.

After a lengthy discussion, Mrs. Voss outlined the consequences for Tarek's behavior, including mandatory counseling sessions and a formal apology to Jynna. Amina and Hunter both nodded in agreement, even though Omega was suspended for 2 days.

As they left the office, Amina turned to Omega, her expression gentle as she spoke. "You did the right thing by standing up for Jynna," she said, her voice filled with pride. "I'm proud of you, Omega."

Hunter placed a hand on Omega's shoulder, his own pride evident in his expression as he looked down at her. "You showed real courage today, Omega," he said, his voice warm with admiration.

They made their way out of the school into the sun, Tarek and his father behind them. “Can we get an ice cone?” Omega asked.

Hunter looked over at Amina, a small smile forming on his lips. "What do you think, Amina? Think she’s earned it?" he asked.

Amina chuckled softly, nodding her head. "I think so," she replied, glancing at Omega. "You've had a tough day. An ice cone sounds like a great idea."

Omega’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes! Can we go to the stand by the market?”

“Lead the way, kid,” Hunter said, gently nudging Omega forward.

“Are you sure your bratty daughter deserves that after beating my son?” Tarek’s dad said.

Hunter chose to ignore the comment, but he had a feeling Amina didn’t feel the same way. His thoughts were confirmed as Amina turned around to face him, “excuse me?” She asked, barely hiding her anger and annoyance.

“You heard me. Your kriffing bratty daughter doesn’t- ” Amina cut him off by kneeing him in the crotch and punching his face as he fell to the ground.

Hunter’s eyes widened as he grabbed Amina by the shoulder, and they continued walking towards the market, leaving Tarek's father sprawled on the ground behind them, his son being torn between amusement and concern. Meanwhile, Omega's excitement at the prospect of an ice cone seemed to outweigh any concern for the scene they had just left behind.

"Wow, that was so cool!" Omega exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she looked up at Amina.

Amina chuckled softly, exchanging a knowing glance with Hunter as they walked. "I don't think Hunter would agree," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Hunter grinned, his arm sliding around Amina's waist as they strolled along the bustling streets of Pabu. "He'll live," he remarked casually, his tone light despite the tension still lingering in the air.

Omega skipped ahead, her laughter ringing out as she caught sight of the colorful ice cone stand up ahead. "Come on, let's go!" she called back to them, her enthusiasm infectious.

Linking arms, Amina and Hunter followed Omega's lead, weaving their way through the crowd until they reached the colorful stand. The sweet aroma of shaved ice and flavored syrups filled the air, drawing them closer with each step.

Omega bounced on her toes, her eyes darting eagerly over the array of flavors displayed behind the counter. "What flavor are you getting, Amina? Hunter?" she asked, turning to them with a grin.

Amina chuckled softly, her gaze scanning the menu before settling on her choice. "I think I'll go for muja," she decided, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "What about you, Hunter?"

Hunter's eyes twinkled with amusement as he considered his options. "Hmm, tough choice," he mused, pretending to ponder the selection before grinning at Omega. "I'll have whatever you're having, kiddo."

Omega beamed at Hunter's response, her excitement bubbling over as she turned to place their order. The vendor behind the counter smiled warmly at the trio, quickly preparing their ice cones with practiced efficiency.

They got their cones, including two extras for Crosshair and Wrecker and made their way to the house. Wrecker immediately perked up, “ice cones?”

Omega nodded, “mmm-hmm.” She handed Wrecker and Crosshair their cones.

“And what are you doing home so early?” Crosshair asked.

“I punched a kid.” Omega responded.

Hunter looked over at Crosshair, “I wonder where she learned that from.”

Crosshair then looked over at Amina and her red knuckles, “yes, I wonder where.”

Crosshair's teasing remark about Amina's red knuckles drew a chuckle from Hunter, but Amina shot him a playful glare before turning her attention back to the conversation. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she took a bite of her ice cone.

Hunter smirked, leaning in closer to Amina as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Sure, you don't," he said, his tone teasing as he nudged her playfully.

Omega watched the playful banter between Amina and Hunter with a smile, her own ice cone forgotten as she listened to their easy rapport. Despite the teasing, there was a warmth and affection in their interactions that made her heart swell with happiness.

Wrecker, oblivious to the playful exchange, devoured his ice cone with gusto, his eyes lighting up with delight at the sweet treat. "This is the best!" he exclaimed between bites, his enthusiasm infectious.

Crosshair rolled his eyes at Wrecker's enthusiasm, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he teased his fellow clone. "You say that about everything, Wrecker," he remarked, though there was a fondness in his tone that betrayed his true feelings.

---

"Very good, Sami!" Amina praised, her voice warm with encouragement as she watched the young Pantoran lift a small rock off the ground using the Force. "Now, put it back down slowly."

Sami nodded eagerly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully lowered the rock back to its original position. A small smile of accomplishment spread across her face as she completed the task, her eyes shining with pride.

"You're a natural," Amina complimented, her own smile mirroring Sami's as she knelt down beside the young girl. "With practice, you'll be able to move much larger objects."

Sami's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect, her imagination already running wild with the possibilities. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Amina nodded, her expression encouraging. "Really," she confirmed, reaching out to ruffle Sami's hair affectionately. "You have a lot of potential, Sami. I can see great things in your future."

Sami beamed at Amina's words, her heart swelling with pride at the praise from her mentor. "Thank you, Amina," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Amina stood up, offering Sami a hand to help her to her feet. "You're welcome," she replied, her tone gentle. She looked around at the other kids, “alright, that’s it for today! Have a great rest of your day everyone!”

The young clone cadets and kids ran off the grassy field to their respective houses, as Sami went over to Omega and Lyana to have a conversation with them.

Amina loved teaching all the young kids after they got out of school. She loved kids in general, and whether that was because she taught a lot of younglings at the temple, or it was just something she happened to like, she wasn’t sure.

Hunter stood by the three young girls as Amina made her way over, “do you want a baby?” She asked, the words tumbling from her lips as Hunter froze, his eyes slightly widened, “I- I mean- wow, that kind of came out… wrong. Or quickly. Or…”

As Amina's question hung in the air, Hunter's mind raced, trying to process her unexpected inquiry. He blinked, his gaze shifting from Amina to the ground and back again, his thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic jumble.

"Do I want a... baby?" he repeated slowly, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

Amina's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized how abruptly she had blurted out the question. "I'm sorry, that was... uh, probably not the best way to ask," she stammered, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over her. "I just... I was just curious, that's all."

Hunter's lips twitched with amusement at Amina's flustered apology, his own embarrassment fading as he realized the innocence behind her question. "It's okay, Amina," he reassured her gently, reaching out to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "I understand what you meant."

Amina's cheeks flushed with warmth at Hunter's understanding response, grateful for his patience and reassurance. "Thanks," she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I just... I guess I’ve been experiencing a little bit of baby fever. I guess it was bound to happen since I’m around young kids all the time and Bail’s been sending me videos of Leia.”

Hunter chuckled softly, his gaze softening as he looked at Amina. "I can understand that," he replied, his voice gentle. "Leia seems like quite the handful, but she's adorable."

Amina nodded, a fond smile crossing her face at the mention of Leia. "She is," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with affection. "And seeing her grow up... it makes me realize how much I want that for us, too."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat at Amina's words, his chest swelling with emotion as he looked at her. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I want that too, Amina. More than anything."

Amina's smile widened at Hunter's heartfelt confession, her heart fluttering with happiness at the thought of starting a family with him. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched his eyes for confirmation.

Hunter nodded, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to cup Amina's cheek gently. "Really," he confirmed, his touch tender as he brushed his thumb across her skin. "I love you, Amina. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Amina's heart soared at Hunter's declaration, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy. "I love you too, Hunter," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "More than anything."

---

Amina dipped her finger into the sweetcake batter, hoping that it tasted like it was supposed to. “Hmm.” She grabbed the cake pan and poured the batter in the pan before putting it into the oven.

She dusted her hands on the towel when Hunter came behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

As Hunter wrapped his arms around Amina from behind, she leaned back into his embrace, relishing the warmth and comfort he offered.

"Hey there, beautiful," Hunter murmured, his voice low and husky as he pressed a soft kiss to Amina's neck. "What are you making?"

Amina smiled, tilting her head slightly to the side to give Hunter better access to her neck. "Sweetcakes," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "I thought I would try baking again.”

Hunter hummed in approval, his arms tightening around Amina's waist as he nuzzled against her neck. "Sounds delicious," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin with each word.

She dipped her finger in the leftover batter in the bowl as Hunter turned her around, “you know, I was thinking.” Hunter began as she hummed, quickly sucking the batter off her finger. “That maybe it’s time,” he continued, his gaze unwavering as he searched Amina's face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

Amina's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, her curiosity piqued by Hunter's cryptic words. "Time for what?" she asked, her voice gentle as she met Hunter's gaze.

Hunter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Time for us to start a family," he replied, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

Amina's eyes widened in surprise at Hunter's words, her heart skipping a beat as she processed the magnitude of what he was suggesting. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched Hunter's face for any hint of doubt.

Hunter's gaze held hers, unwavering and full of determination. "Yes, really," he confirmed, his voice steady and sure.

She let out a small squeal as she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her head fitting underneath his chin.

As Amina wrapped her arms around Hunter's neck, a rush of warmth flooded through her veins, filling her with a sense of joy and excitement. She buried her face against his chest, her heart pounding in her chest as she savored the feeling of being held in his strong embrace.

Hunter's arms tightened around Amina's waist, pulling her closer as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. He could feel her excitement bubbling over, her energy infectious as it washed over him in waves. "I take it that's a yes?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he looked down at her.

“Well, obviously.” She replied, her voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckled at her response, his hands at her sides as he lifted her up and set her on the counter. “Well then, why don’t we start?”

As Hunter set Amina on the counter, she grinned at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I like the way you think," she teased, her voice husky with desire as she reached out to tug him closer by the hem of his shirt.

Hunter's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. His hands slid up her thighs, the soft fabric of her dress bunching beneath his touch as he pulled her closer, pressing her body against his own.

Amina moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she returned his kiss with equal fervor.

Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, tracing the curves of her hips before sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. He kneaded them gently, eliciting a low whimper from Amina's lips as she arched into his touch, craving more.

With a growl of approval, Hunter broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Amina's jawline and down the column of her throat. He nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he worked his way lower, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he buried his face between her breasts.

Amina's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the heat of Hunter's mouth against her skin, his lips trailing lower and lower until he reached her skirt.

Hunter pushed the skirt of Amina's dress up, his movements deliberate as he slowly pulled her underwear down her legs. Amina's breath caught in her throat, anticipation coursing through her veins as she watched him with hooded eyes. She leaned back against the countertop, her fingers curling around the edge as she waited for his next move.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Hunter knelt before her, his hands sliding up the smooth skin of her thighs as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her legs. Amina shivered at the sensation, a low moan escaping her lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him closer.

Hunter's touch was both gentle and firm as he trailed kisses higher and higher, inching closer to the source of her heat. He could feel the tension building in Amina's body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she arched into his touch, silently pleading for more.

As he reached the apex of her thighs, Hunter paused, his warm breath ghosting over her slick folds. Amina whimpered in frustration, her hips instinctively bucking against him as she silently begged for release.

With a wicked grin, Hunter finally gave her what she wanted, his tongue darting out to taste her. Amina cried out at the sensation, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rocked her hips against his mouth, desperate for more.

Hunter chuckled at her reaction, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Amina's body as he continued to lap at her eagerly. He savored the taste of her, the way she writhed and moaned beneath his touch driving him wild with desire.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he murmured, glancing up her.

“H- Hunter.” Amina gasped, “this…” Hunter’s tongue slowly trailed from the bottom of her slit to the top, “this isn’t how you make a baby.”

Hunter lifted his head, his lips glistening with her juices as he looked up at her with a wicked grin. "Who said anything about making a baby right this second?" he teased, his voice husky with desire as he leaned in to press a kiss against her inner thigh.

Amina's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her skin, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched into his touch. "But..." she began, her words cut off by a low moan as Hunter's tongue darted out to taste her once more.

"But nothing," Hunter murmured against her skin, his voice sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "We’ve got to start somewhere, right?”

Amina's mind swirled with desire, her body responding eagerly to Hunter's touch. She wasn’t able to properly respond, other than moaning as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Hunter grinned against her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through her core.

Amina could only moan in response, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. "Yes, Hunter," she gasped, her voice trembling.

"Good girl," Hunter praised, his fingers digging into her thighs as he licked and sucked at her clit with renewed fervor.

Amina's body shuddered under his touch, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Hunter, please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She wasn’t able to think straight because all she can feel is his tongue and mouth doing sinful things to her.

Hunter growled softly, the sound vibrating against her core. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to hear you say it."

Amina moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. "I want you," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I need you, Hunter."

He grinned against her, his tongue flicking over her clit in quick, teasing motions. "That's my girl," he murmured, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her steady.

Amina's head fell back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations. "Hunter," she gasped, her body trembling. "I'm so close."

He growled in approval, his hands gripping her thighs tighter as he sucked her clit into his mouth. "Come for me, cyar’ika," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come."

Amina's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of release. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice breaking.

Hunter's tongue flicked over her clit one last time, sending her spiraling over the edge. Amina cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Hunter didn't stop, his tongue continuing to move against her as he drew out her pleasure. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Come for me."

Amina's fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching against him as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. "Hunter," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

He finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her juices as he looked up at her with a wicked grin. "You look so beautiful when you come," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Amina's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. "Hunter," she said, her voice shaky. "That was amazing."

He chuckled softly, his hands sliding up her thighs as he stood. "We're not done yet, sweetheart," he said, his voice filled with promise. Amina's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at him. Hunter's grin widened, his hands slipping under her dress to cup her breasts. "We've still got a long way to go," he continued, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

Amina's breath hitched, her body responding eagerly to his touch. "Kriff, baby," she moaned, her fingers curling around the edge of the countertop.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. "I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. "I want to make you come again."

Amina's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching for more. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

Hunter's hands moved down to her hips, lifting her off the counter and turning her around. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice rough with need.

Amina's fingers gripped the edge of the countertop, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she felt him position himself behind her. "Hunter," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.

He slid a hand between her legs, his fingers parting her slick folds as he teased her entrance. "You're so wet for me," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I can't wait to be inside you."

Amina's breath hitched, her hips pressing back against him. "Hunter, please," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

Hunter's fingers slipped inside her, stretching her gently as he prepared her for him. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice rough. "I love the way you feel around my fingers."

Amina moaned, her body arching against him. "Hunter," she gasped, her voice filled with desperation. "I need you."

He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. "I'm going to take you now, sweetheart," he said, his voice filled with promise. "Are you ready?"

Amina's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."

Hunter's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pushed inside her. "You feel so good," he groaned, his voice filled with pleasure.

Amina cried out, her body arching against him as she felt him fill her completely. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he built a steady rhythm. "You're so tight," he said, his voice rough. "You feel amazing."

Amina's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body responding eagerly to his every move. "Hunter," she moaned, her fingers gripping the countertop.

Hunter's thrusts grew faster, more insistent, as he drove into her with increasing intensity. "I want to hear you scream my name," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Amina's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt another wave of pleasure build within her. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice breaking.

He growled in approval, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he pounded into her. "That's it, sweetheart," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Come for me again."

Amina's body arched against him, her fingers digging into the countertop as she teetered on the edge of release.

Hunter's thrusts grew faster, more frantic, as he drove her towards the edge. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Amina's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt her release wash over her. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Hunter didn't stop, his thrusts continuing to drive into her as he chased his own release. "You're so tight," he groaned, his voice filled with pleasure. "I'm so close."

Amina's body trembled, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. "Oh, come for me baby" she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

He growled in approval, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her with one final, powerful thrust. "Amina," he groaned, his body tensing as he found his release.

Amina's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. "Hunter," she whispered, her voice shaky.

He collapsed against her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a tender kiss to the back of her neck. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Amina's heart pounded in her chest, her body still tingling from the intensity of their lovemaking. "So were you," she whispered, her voice filled with love.

Hunter's arms tightened around her, his lips brushing against her ear. "I love you," he said, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

Amina's heart swelled with love, her fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair. "I love you too," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

---

Amellia sunk down into the couch after her shift at the medical center, exhaustion weighing heavy on her limbs. "I've never been so bored in my life," she grumbled, running a hand through her ginger hair as she glanced over at Amina, who approached with two cups of juice in hand. "Is it against your Jedi rules to cut off an arm so doctors can have something interesting to do?"

Amina chuckled at Amellia's comment, handing her a cup of juice before settling down beside her on the couch. "I'm pretty sure that goes against the Jedi Code," she replied with a smirk, taking a sip of her own juice. "But I can definitely understand the sentiment. It's been quiet around here lately."

Amellia sighed, sinking further into the cushions as she took a long sip of her juice. "Tell me about it," she muttered, her frustration evident in her tone. "I miss the excitement of the medical center back on Coruscant. Dealing with routine check-ups and minor injuries just doesn't compare."

Amina nodded sympathetically, knowing all too well the feeling of longing for the thrill of a life filled with danger and adventure. "I know it's not the same," she said, her voice soft with understanding. "But maybe things will pick up soon. You never know what might happen on Pabu."

“Speaking of,” Amellia turned towards Amina, her legs underneath her, “any gossip?”

Amina frowned, “gossip? No… Unless,” she gasped, “are you asking me about…” Amina raised an eyebrow, “Crosshair?”

Amellia shook her head vehemently, “no, no, no. Of course not.” She leaned forward, “but… you haven’t… heard anything have you?”

Amina laughed, “Ames, just talk to him. You’re like the most talkative person I know, and yet you haven’t said anything to him but a ‘hello’.”

Amellia shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her cheeks flushing slightly at Amina's teasing. "I know, I know," she admitted sheepishly, her gaze dropping to her cup of juice. "I just... I don't know what to say to him."

Amina raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You could start with asking him about his day," she suggested, her tone gentle. "Or maybe strike up a conversation about one of his hobbies.”

“Well, what are his hobbies?”

“I, um… well,” Amina thought it over, “I… he… you know what, I don’t know. I mean, obviously he’s a sniper, but I’ve never really seen him do much other than shoot.”

“I don’t even know how to use a blaster.” Amellia said.

“Maybe Crosshair can give you a lesson.” Amina replied.

Amellia let out a squeal, setting her cup of juice down on the caf table and kissing Amina’s cheek, “that’s brilliant! You’re incredibly brilliant.” She made her way out of the house as Amina sat on the couch watching the door close.

"Huh," Amina mused to herself, watching the door close behind Amellia. She smiled softly, hoping Amellia's newfound excitement would lead to something positive with Crosshair.

Hunter walked back into the living room, still drying his hands from washing up. "What was all that about?" he asked, noticing the amused expression on Amina's face.

"Amellia finally decided to make a move on Crosshair," Amina explained, her smile widening. "I suggested she ask him for a blaster lesson."

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head. "That should be interesting. Crosshair isn't exactly the most talkative person."

Amina shrugged, still smiling. "Sometimes actions speak louder than words."

Hunter wrapped an arm around Amina's shoulders. "Let's hope it works out for them. Crosshair could use someone like Amellia in his life."

They settled on the couch, Hunter’s head on a pillow that was resting on the arm, while Amina laid on his chest. After a few moments of silence, she tilted her head up, “you know, we’re alone.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice low and playful as he looked down at Amina.

Amina nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mmm-hmm," she murmured, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on Hunter's chest. "Just the two of us, with no interruptions." Amina moved from laying down on his chest to straddling his waist.

Hunter's hands instinctively moved to rest on her hips, but Amina quickly grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. "No touching," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Not yet."

Hunter's eyes darkened with desire as he looked up at her. "You're really going to make me wait?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Amina smirked, leaning down to brush her lips against his. "Yes, I am," she replied softly, before sitting back up. She began to slowly roll her hips, grinding against him, feeling the heat between them intensify.

Hunter's gaze was locked on her, his breath coming a little faster. "You're driving me crazy," he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Good," Amina responded, her hands moving to the hem of her maroon shirt. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her skin inch by inch. Hunter's eyes followed the movement, his mouth going dry as she tossed the shirt aside, leaving her in her black brassiere.

"You look amazing," Hunter breathed out, his gaze locked onto her.

Amina smiled, appreciating his compliment. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Remember, no touching."

Hunter groaned softly, but he kept his hands where they were, his eyes never leaving her as she began to sway her hips, grinding against him. "You're torturing me," he muttered, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

"Patience," Amina replied, her fingers trailing down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt. She sat back up, her hands moving to her leggings. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Always," Hunter said without hesitation, his voice filled with sincerity.

Amina smirked, slowly peeling off her leggings, inch by inch, revealing her toned legs. Hunter watched her every move, his breathing growing heavier. She kicked the leggings aside, leaving her in her black underwear as she moved closer, her hands caressing his chest through his shirt. "I know you do," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly.

Hunter responded eagerly to her kiss, his lips parting to deepen the connection. Amina broke the kiss just as it began to intensify, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She straightened up and placed a finger against his lips.

"Remember, no touching," she reminded him, her voice firm but playful.

Hunter nodded, though it was clear he was struggling to restrain himself. "You make it really hard, you know," he muttered, his voice filled with frustration and desire.

Amina smiled sweetly, loving the control she had over him. She let her fingers trail down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. "Maybe we should get rid of this," she suggested, tugging at the fabric.

Hunter's breath quickened. "Whatever you want," he said, his voice husky.

Amina pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned torso. Her eyes roamed appreciatively over his muscular chest and abs, her fingers following the same path. "You're so perfect, Hunter," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration.

Hunter's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of love and lust. "You're the one who's perfect, Amina," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Amina felt a shiver of pleasure at his words. She leaned down to kiss his neck, her lips lingering on his skin. Hunter tilted his head back, giving her better access, and she took full advantage, kissing and nibbling her way down his throat.

Hunter's breathing grew more labored, and he clenched his fists, his knuckles white from the effort of keeping his hands to himself. Amina could feel his body tensing under her touch, and she reveled in the power she held over him.

Her kisses trailed lower, across his collarbone and down the center of his chest. She paused to flick her tongue over one of his nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "Amina," he groaned, his voice pleading.

She smiled against his skin, loving the sound of his need. "Do you like that?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Hunter nodded, unable to form words. Amina continued her teasing, her hands roaming over his torso while her lips and tongue worked their magic. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only made her more eager to continue.

After a few moments, she sat back up, her eyes locking with his. "I think it's time for these to go," she said, tugging at his cargo pants. Hunter lifted his hips, allowing her to slide them down and off, leaving him in just his boxers.

Amina's eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of his arousal straining against the fabric. "You look so good, Hunter," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Hunter's eyes were fixed on her, his breath coming in short, heavy bursts. "Amina, please," he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Amina smiled, loving the desperation in his voice. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing him completely. Hunter's body tensed, his eyes never leaving hers.

She straddled him again, her hands resting on his chest. "Remember, no touching," she reminded him, her voice firm.

Hunter nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and anticipation. "I'll do whatever you want, Amina," he said, his voice strained.

Amina's smile widened. "Good boy," she purred, leaning down to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, and she could feel Hunter's body responding eagerly to her touch. She could sense his frustration and need, the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding back.

As she broke the kiss, her breath mingling with his, she could see the raw desire in his eyes. "Hunter," she whispered, "you're doing so well. But I need you to hold on a little longer."

Hunter swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll try," he managed, his voice thick with emotion.

Amina's heart swelled at his words, and she pressed another quick kiss to his lips before sitting back up. She could feel the heat of him between her thighs, his cock hard and ready. She ground her hips against him slowly, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper as she moved against him, her hands resting lightly on his chest.

"Yes," Hunter breathed out, his eyes dark with desire. "You feel incredible."

Amina bit her lip, a shiver running through her as she continued to rock her hips. She loved the way he looked at her, the way his body responded to her every movement. She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his skin, and kissed his neck, her lips trailing down to his collarbone.

Hunter's breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists above his head. "Amina," he groaned, "please..."

Amina smiled against his skin, loving the sound of his need. "Patience, remember?" she murmured, her lips ghosting over his chest. She sat back up, her fingers trailing down his torso, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"You’re doing so well," she praised, her eyes locking with his. "Just a little longer, and then you can touch me."

Hunter's jaw tightened, but he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Anything for you," he repeated, his voice rough.

Amina's heart skipped a beat at his words. She lifted herself slightly, positioning herself over him, and then slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Hunter's hands twitched above his head, his fingers curling into fists as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. He watched her intently, his gaze filled with adoration and desire as she moved against him.

Amina began to rock her hips, grinding against him with slow, deliberate movements. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building the tension in her body.

"Hunter," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "You feel so good."

Hunter's breath caught in his throat at her words. He reached out to touch her, but Amina quickly caught his wrists, pinning them back above his head. "Not yet," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear.

Hunter groaned softly, his body straining against her touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way she moved against him driving him wild with need. "Cyar’ika," he breathed out, his voice filled with longing.

One of Amina’s hands came trailed down the valley of her breasts, across her stomach, to her clit as she moved her fingers in slow circles, her hips still rocking against him.

Amina’s movements grew more urgent as she felt the familiar coil of desire tightening in her belly. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "You like watching me, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Hunter nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can’t take my eyes off you," he admitted, his voice thick with need.

Amina smiled, her heart swelling at his words. She increased the pace of her movements, her hips rocking against him with more force. She could feel the tension building between them, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

Hunter’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to hold on. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his body on the verge of exploding with desire. "Amina," he moaned, his voice strained.

Amina’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt him nearing the edge. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue dancing against his. She could taste the desperation on his lips, the raw need driving him wild.

She pulled away, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, “you can touch me now.”

As Amina's words hung in the air, Hunter's restraint shattered like glass. With a low growl, he surged upwards, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. Amina gasped in surprise, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself as she felt his naked skin against hers.

"Hunter," she breathed out, her voice a mixture of surprise and arousal. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.

"You're so beautiful," Hunter murmured against her skin, his lips trailing kisses along her jawline as he held her close. Amina's heart swelled at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through her body.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice laced with affection as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Hunter's eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at her, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn't get enough.

Amina smiled, loving the hunger in his eyes. She leaned in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with his as they lost themselves in each other. Hunter's hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her closer.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he muttered against her lips, his voice rough with desire. Amina chuckled softly, the sound mingling with their kisses as she felt the heat between them intensify.

"You're not exactly a picture of calm yourself," she teased, nipping at his bottom lip playfully. Hunter groaned in response, his hands tightening around her as he deepened the kiss. He hit a spot inside her, making her moan into his mouth, “oh, right there baby.”

"Maker, I love how you feel around me,” Hunter murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire. Amina smiled, the sound of his praise sending a rush of pleasure through her. Hunter's hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he deepened the kiss.

"Hunter," she moaned, her voice a soft plea as she clung to him desperately. He responded with a low growl, his hands tightening around her as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the wet slap of their bodies coming together, the air thick with the scent of their desire. Amina could feel the tension building inside her, the pleasure spiraling higher and higher with each passing moment.

"Kriff, baby," she gasped, her voice filled with need as she felt herself teetering on the edge. He nodded in understanding, his own breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he drove her closer to the brink.

With a final, desperate thrust, they shattered together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release. Amina cried out in pleasure, her voice mingling with Hunter's as they rode the waves of ecstasy together.

As they slowly came down from their high, Hunter wrapped his arms around Amina, holding her close as they caught their breath. Amina nuzzled against his chest, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"You're amazing," Hunter whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. Amina smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love.

"So are you," she replied, her voice filled with affection as she snuggled closer to him.

---

The next day, early in the morning the entire group went out to the shore. Wrecker and Hunter had gathered wood, Amellia and Amina had got some pastries from the market, and Crosshair and Omega set up the chairs.

Everyone sat in front of the fire, other than Crosshair who stood on a rock practicing his shooting with AZI, Batcher laying by his feet.

Amina glanced over at Amellia, “have you talked to him? You left yesterday in a hurry.”

“No. Not yet.” She responded, getting on her side to get closer to Amina, “I mean, he seems lost in thought.”

Omega, who was previously running around with Wrecker, stood in between Amellia and Amina’s chairs. “Who, Crosshair?” Omega sat down in the sand, “this is his morning routine. He’s been getting better with his prosthetic hand.”

Amellia glanced over at Crosshair, who was focused intently on his target practice. She sighed, a mix of admiration and uncertainty swirling within her. “I just don’t know how to approach him,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

Amina gave Amellia a reassuring smile. “Just be yourself,” she advised. “Crosshair may seem tough on the outside, but he’s got a softer side too. Just give it a try.”

Hunter, who had been listening to the conversation while tending to the fire, chimed in. “Crosshair appreciates honesty and straightforwardness,” he said, his tone encouraging. “Just talk to him like you would anyone else. He’s not as intimidating as he looks.”

Encouraged by their words, Amellia took a deep breath and stood up, brushing the sand off her clothes. “Alright,” she said, determination in her eyes. “I’m going to do it.”

As Amellia made her way over to Crosshair, Amina and Hunter exchanged a knowing glance, silently wishing her luck. Omega watched with interest; her curiosity piqued by the unfolding situation.

Crosshair was adjusting his prosthetic hand, making minor tweaks to its settings when he noticed Amellia approaching. He paused, his gaze shifting to her with mild curiosity. “Can I help you with something?” he asked, his tone neutral.

Amellia took a deep breath, summoning her courage. “Actually, I was wondering if you could teach me how to shoot,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’ve never used a blaster before, and I thought you might be the best person to learn from.”

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her request. He studied her for a moment before nodding slowly. “Alright,” he agreed, his tone measured. “But it’s not going to be easy. You’ll need to be patient and focused.”

Amellia nodded eagerly. “I’m ready,” she replied, determination shining in her eyes.

Crosshair motioned for her to join him on the rock. “Let’s start with the basics,” he said, handing her a blaster and adjusting her grip. “First, you need to understand the fundamentals of shooting.”

As Crosshair began to instruct Amellia, Amina and Hunter watched from a distance, a sense of satisfaction filling them. They hoped this would be the beginning of a meaningful connection between Amellia and Crosshair.

Omega leaned back on her hands, watching the lesson with interest. “Do you think she’ll be good at it?” she asked Amina.

Amina smiled, her gaze softening as she watched Amellia and Crosshair interact. “I think she’ll do just fine,” she replied. “Amellia is determined and eager to learn. And Crosshair is a patient teacher, even if he doesn’t always show it.”

Hunter nodded in agreement. “It’s a good thing,” he said. “Crosshair could use someone like Amellia in his life.”

The morning continued with a sense of camaraderie and hope. Wrecker, who had been collecting shells along the shore, joined them by the fire, his face lighting up with excitement. “Look at this one!” he exclaimed, holding up a particularly large and colorful shell.

Omega examined the shell with interest. “That’s a great find, Wrecker,” she said, her voice filled with admiration. “You always manage to find the best ones.”

Wrecker beamed at the compliment, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ve got an eye for it,” he said proudly.

---

Pabu held a Winter Festival every year, full of food, dancing, ice skating, bake offs and more, even if Pabu didn’t get cold and stayed tropical for the entire year.

Amellia held up a red dress, “do you think he’s one to get jealous?”

Amina walked over, already dressed in a dark blue dress with a square neckline and a skirt that went to her mid-thigh. “What- who?”

Amellia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away before she met Amina's eyes. "Crosshair," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly as she held up the red dress. "Do you think he's the type to get jealous if I wear this?"

Amina's lips twitched with amusement as she studied the dress in Amellia's hands. "Well, it's a stunning dress," she remarked, her tone thoughtful as she considered Amellia's question. "But I'm not sure if Crosshair is the jealous type. He's... reserved, to say the least."

Amellia nodded, her expression thoughtful as she weighed Amina's words. "You're right," she conceded, a hint of disappointment tingeing her voice. "He's not exactly the most expressive person."

Amina reached out to squeeze Amellia's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "But that doesn't mean he won't appreciate how beautiful you look in that dress," she reassured her gently. "And who knows? Maybe wearing it will catch his attention in a good way."

Amellia's lips curved into a tentative smile at Amina's words, her uncertainty giving way to a glimmer of hope. "You think so?" she asked, her voice soft with uncertainty.

“Of course, you’re beautiful. And if all else fails, you could always find some other guy to dance with like in that holomovie we watched yesterday.”

Amellia rolled her eyes, a faint blush dusting her cheeks at the thought. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, her gaze flickering away. "I just... I want him to notice me, you know? I want him to see me as more than just an acquaintance."

Amina reached out to gently squeeze Amellia's hand, her expression sympathetic. "I know, Ames," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "And I think he will. You just have to give him a chance to see you for who you are."

Amellia nodded, her gaze meeting Amina's with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I hope you're right," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's... intimidating."

Amina's smile softened, her heart going out to her friend as she struggled with her feelings for Crosshair. "I know it's scary," she said gently, her tone reassuring. "But sometimes taking a chance is the bravest thing you can do."

Amellia's lips curved into a tentative smile, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Amina," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Amina returned Amellia's smile, her heart swelling with affection for her friend. "I'm glad I'm here too," she replied, her voice warm with sincerity. "And I'll be here every step of the way, no matter what."

Amellia’s playfulness returned as she threw her dress on her bed, “what about you? There was something else that happened in the holomovie that you could try out.”

“What? That cake that the guy made? The only thing I’ve ever made successfully is a sweetcake- ”

“No, silly.” Amellia walked over and put her hands on Amina’s shoulders, “what’s the saying? Oh yeah, ‘He that is not jealous is not in love.’”

Amina furrowed her eyebrows, looking to the floor of Amina’s bedroom, “I’ve never heard that quote before.” She looked up at her friend’s green eyes, “did you just come up with that? I don’t understand how it applies to me.”

Amellia chuckled, shaking her head. "No, I didn't come up with it," she replied, her tone playful. “Jealously can bring… a certain spice to your night.”

Amina’s brows furrowed further, the crease deepening, “w- I don’t get it.”

“Okay then, I’m sure you’ll find out at some point in your life, young one.”

“Hey! I’m not a young one! I’m 22!”

“And I’m 28 and I have life experience outside of a battlefield.” Amellia went over to her bed and grabbed her dress, “now shoo! I’m going to get dressed and I’ll met you at the festival.”

---

As they made their way through the crowd, Amina couldn't help but marvel at the sense of community that permeated the atmosphere. Despite the hardships they had faced, the people of Pabu had come together to celebrate life and friendship, a testament to their resilience in the face of adversity.

Amellia's eyes sparkled with delight as they approached the main square, where a makeshift stage had been set up for the evening's entertainment. The sound of music filled the air, and couples twirled gracefully on the makeshift dance floor, their laughter mingling with the strains of the melody.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Amellia exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder as she gazed around the square. "I can't believe we get to experience this every year."

Amina smiled in agreement, her heart swelling with gratitude for the simple joys of life. "It's moments like these that make everything worth it," she said softly, her gaze drifting to the stars that twinkled overhead.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to them from the crowd, and Amina turned to see Hunter striding towards them, a warm smile on his face. "Hey, you two," he greeted warmly, his eyes crinkling with affection as he enveloped them in a tight hug. "You both look amazing."

Amina returned the hug with a sense of relief, grateful for the familiar presence of her husband. "You don't look too bad yourself," she teased, her lips quirking into a playful smile.

Hunter chuckled, his arm slipping around Amina's waist as he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. "Just trying to keep up with you, General," he said with a wink, his gaze softening with love.

Amellia watched the exchange with a soft smile, her heart warming at the sight of their obvious affection for each other.

As they mingled with the crowd, Amellia couldn't help but notice the way Hunter's eyes followed Amina with a mixture of adoration and protectiveness. It was clear that he would do anything to keep her safe, to shield her from harm in a world that seemed determined to tear them apart.

Lost in her thoughts, Amellia barely registered the approach of another figure until Crosshair was standing before them, his expression unreadable as he glanced between Amina and Amellia. "Evening," he greeted curtly, his voice gruff with an undercurrent of tension.

"Evening, Crosshair," Hunter replied evenly, "enjoying the festival?"

Crosshair shrugged noncommittally, his gaze flickering to Amellia before returning to Amina. "It's... tolerable," he muttered, his tone gruff as he shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.

Amellia bit her lip nervously, her gaze darting between Crosshair and Amina as she struggled to find the right words. "Um, would you like to dance?" she blurted out suddenly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she held out her hand in invitation.

Crosshair's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected offer, his expression softening slightly as he regarded Amellia with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance. "I... suppose I could manage a dance," he conceded gruffly, his hand tentatively taking hers as he led her onto the dance floor.

Amina watched them go with a sense of relief, grateful for the opportunity to speak with Hunter alone. "Well, that was unexpected," she remarked dryly, her lips quirking into a wry smile.

Hunter chuckled softly, his arm slipping around Amina's waist as he pulled her close. "You never know what to expect with Amellia," he agreed, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. "But I'm glad she finally got the courage to ask him."

Amina nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with pride for her friend. "Me too," she said softly, her voice filled with admiration. "I just hope he realizes how lucky he is to have her."

Hunter's grip tightened around her waist, his gaze softening with affection as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sure he will," he murmured, his voice tinged with certainty. "Sometimes, all it takes is a little push in the right direction."

“Amina!” Omega ran over to them, Wrecker behind her as she held up a cup, “look at what I found.”

Amina took the cup from Omega’s hands, taking a small sip, “mmm, hot chocolate?”

Hunter smiled at the sight of Omega's eager face, her eyes bright with excitement as she held out the cup of hot chocolate. "Looks delicious," he remarked, his voice warm with affection as he ruffled Omega's hair fondly.

Omega beamed up at him, her smile lighting up her face as she glanced between Amina and Hunter. "It's really good," she said eagerly, her enthusiasm infectious as she took another sip of her own cup.

Amina chuckled softly at Omega's enthusiasm, her heart swelling with affection for the young girl who had become like family to her and Hunter. "I'm glad you found it," she said warmly. Amina handed the cup to Hunter, “how about we get some more for the group? I’m sure Amellia would like some.”

Omega grabbed Amina’s hand, “okay!” She guided the way to the stand, where a man stood wearing a red and white striped apron.

“Back for some more kid?” He asked.

"Yep!" Omega replied enthusiastically, her hand firmly clasped in Amina's as she stood on tiptoe to peer over the counter. "We're going to need 5 more cups!"

The man chuckled at Omega's eagerness, reaching for a stack of cups and a large pot of steaming hot chocolate. "Coming right up," he said starting to pour the drink into the cups. “You know, that blue dress you’re wearing is my favorite color.”

As the man behind the counter poured the steaming hot chocolate into the cups, Amina smiled politely at his comment about her blue dress. "Thank you," she replied with a small nod, her attention focused on Omega as the young girl bounced excitedly beside her.

He started to put the cups into a drink carrier, “you know, some say that I have an interesting ability to guess people’s favorite colors.”

Omega's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued by the man's claim about guessing people's favorite colors. "Really? How?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism as she leaned closer to the counter, her gaze fixed on the man's face.

The man chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he leaned forward conspiratorially. "Ah, now that's a trade secret," he replied cryptically, his tone playful as he winked at Omega. "But let's just say I have a knack for reading people."

Omega's brow furrowed in thought, her mind racing as she tried to decipher the man's words. "So, what's my favorite color then?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her as she held her breath in anticipation.

The man grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he studied Omega for a moment. "Hmm, let me see," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he pretended to consider his answer. "I'd say... blue."

Omega's eyes widened in surprise, her jaw dropping in amazement as she stared at the man in disbelief. "How did you know?" she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she turned to Amina and Hunter for confirmation.

Amina chuckled at Omega's reaction, her heart warming at the sight of the young girl's wonder. "Looks like he got it right," she said with a smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she ruffled Omega's hair affectionately.

“And you’re favorite color is… green.” Amina tilted her head in surprise, “specifically… emerald green.”

"Yeah... that's exactly it," Amina confirmed with a small smile, her gaze softening as she looked at the man behind the counter.

The man grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at Amina's response. "Well, I do have a talent for these things," he said with a wink, handing over the drink carrier filled with steaming cups of hot chocolate to Omega, “my brother and I even found some fire emeralds years ago on Danjand.”

“You found fire emeralds?” Amina asked, shocked. “Those… are incredibly rare. And worth a lot of credits.” Omega grabbed the drink carrier and made her way back over to Hunter and Wrecker, who were standing by a lamppost.

"But why are you living here if you found fire emeralds?" Amina couldn't help but ask, her curiosity getting the better of her as she leaned closer to the counter, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

He shrugged, “we left them in the mine. Never actually took them. The natives on Danjand believe they hold mystic properties, so it didn’t feel right to take them.”

Omega happily handed out the drinks to Wrecker and placed the drink carrier on the bench nearby holding the other 3 drinks, for Amina, Crosshair, and Amellia.

Hunter looked behind Omega, watching for Amina. “Omega, where is Amina?”

“Oh, she’s talking to the guy at the stand.”

As Hunter scanned the crowd for Amina, Omega's response caught his attention. "Talking to the guy at the stand?" he echoed.

Crosshair and Amellia made their way over as Omega handed them their drinks, “someone’s jealous.” Crosshair smirked.

Hunter glanced over at Crosshair, “I am not jealous. Amina can talk to whoever she likes.”

Wrecker's booming laughter filled the air as he playfully patted Hunter's back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I don't know about that, boss," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he glanced between Hunter and the bustling crowd around them.

Hunter's brows furrowed in mild exasperation at Wrecker's teasing, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "There's nothing to be jealous about," he insisted, his tone firm yet laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Crosshair smirked knowingly at Hunter's response, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned against the nearby lamppost. "Sure, Hunter," he remarked dryly, his voice tinged with amusement. "If you say so."

Omega looked up at Hunter, “maybe you should just go over there if it’s bothering you. He was only talking to her about emeralds.”

He muttered a “fine” as he handed the drink to Wrecker and made his way over to the stand. As he got closer, he noticed that she had grinned at something the man had said.

"Hey there," Hunter greeted as he reached Amina's side, his voice warm with affection as he slid an arm around her waist. "What's got you grinning like that?"

Amina turned to him with a smile, her eyes alight with happiness at the sight of her husband. "Oh, nothing much," she replied casually, her gaze flickering to the man behind the counter before returning to Hunter. "Just chatting with our friend here about emeralds."

The man grinned at Hunter's approach, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he greeted him warmly. "Ah, the man of the hour," he remarked with a playful wink. "Your lovely wife here was just telling me about the time you all went to Skara Nal."

“Yeah, fun times. Mind if I steal my wife?” Hunter said, as the man nodded. Hunter led them away from the stand and away from the festival.

“Hey, everything okay?” Amina asked. Hunter hummed as they arrived at their house, “it’s not your senses, is it? Are you feeling overwhelmed?” Amina continued, as he unlocked the door.

"Everything's fine, Amina," Hunter reassured her as they stepped into their house, his voice carrying a hint of tension beneath its calm surface. "I'm not feeling overwhelmed, don't worry about it."

Amina studied him for a moment, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in his demeanor. "Are you sure?" she pressed gently, her voice laced with worry. "You seemed a little off back there at the festival."

Hunter sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stepped inside their bedroom, Amina following closely behind.

Amina tilted her head, concern etched across her features. "Hunter, talk to me. What's really going on?"

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's just... seeing you with that guy at the stand. I know it's stupid, but it made me feel... I don't know, a little jealous."

Amina's eyes widened slightly, then softened. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. "Jealous? Hunter, you have nothing to worry about. You know you're the only one for me."

Hunter's gaze softened as he looked at her, appreciating the sincerity in her eyes. "I know that, Amina. I do. It's just... seeing you smile like that with someone else. It got to me.”

“Are you mad? Frustrated?” She slyly grinned, “do you need to get out your emotions?”

"Mad? Frustrated? No," Hunter replied, his voice low and husky as he stepped closer to Amina, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "But I do need to let off some steam."

Amina's lips curled into a playful grin as she met his gaze head-on, her heart racing with anticipation. "Well then, by all means," she teased, her voice laced with a hint of mischief as she reached up to trace a finger along the collar of his shirt. "Don't hold back."

With a low growl, Hunter closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hands finding purchase on her hips as he pulled her flush against him. The heat of his body pressed against hers sent a surge of desire coursing through Amina's veins, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his hardness pressing against her.

"Maker, they were right," Hunter murmured, his voice rough with desire as he trailed hot kisses along her jawline, his hands roaming over the curves of her body with a possessiveness that made her head spin. "I am jealous. Part of me wondered if you were doing it on purpose.”

Amina's fingers tangled in his hair as she tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he found the sensitive spot just below her ear. "I wasn’t. But part of me wishes I was if this was the outcome.”

Hunter's eyes darkened with desire as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands exploring the curves of her body with urgency. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her skin. "You're playing with fire, Amina," he warned, his voice low and gravelly.

"Maybe I like the burn," Amina replied, her voice a sultry whisper as she met his gaze.

Hunter's grip tightened on her hips as he spun her around, pressing her against the bedroom wall. His hands roamed over her blue dress, feeling the fabric beneath his fingers as he slowly started to unbutton it. "This dress," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "It's driving me crazy."

Amina smirked, her heart racing. "Then what are you going to do about it?" He turned her around to face him as his hands brushed her shoulders, her dress dropping to the floor.

With a growl, Hunter lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried her over to the bed, setting her down gently before stepping back to admire the sight of her. "Stay right there," he commanded, his voice firm as he reached up to untie his red bandana.

Amina watched, breathless, as he approached her with the bandana in hand. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips as he leaned in close. "Give me your wrists," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She obeyed, lifting her arms above her head. Hunter tied her wrists to the headboard, securing the knot with practiced ease. He leaned back, admiring his handiwork before reaching for his vibroblade.

Amina's breath hitched as he slid the blade under the waistband of her white underwear, the cool metal brushing against her skin. With a quick, precise motion, he cut through the fabric, tossing it aside. "No more distractions," he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity.

Hunter leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as his hand trailed down her body, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh. Amina's moans filled the room as he pressed the handle of the vibroblade against her, the cool metal contrasting with the heat of her arousal.

"You like that, don't you?" Hunter's voice was a rough whisper, his lips brushing against her ear.

Amina's breath came in short gasps, her wrists straining against the makeshift bindings. "Yes," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Hunter's smirk widened as he trailed his fingers down her body, his touch feather-light but charged with electricity. "Good," he murmured, his hand pausing at her hip.

He pressed the handle of the vibroblade further inside her, moving it slowly, teasingly. Amina's back arched in response, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Look at me," Hunter demanded, his tone commanding.

Amina's eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. The heat in his eyes made her shiver, and she could feel her desire pooling deep within her.

"That's better," he growled, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His hand continued to move, the vibroblade's handle pressing against her most sensitive spot.

Amina's hips bucked involuntarily, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own. The vibroblade's handle moved inside her with slow, deliberate precision, eliciting a deep, breathy moan from her lips. Hunter's intense gaze never left her face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed her features.

"That's right," Hunter growled, his voice rough and full of desire. "You like this, don't you? You like me fucking you with my blade."

"Yes," Amina gasped, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I love it."

Hunter's smirk widened as he increased the pressure, moving the handle in and out of her with a steady rhythm. "Good girl," he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Take it all."

Amina's back arched off the bed, her wrists straining against the bandana binding her to the headboard. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself nearing the edge. "Hunter, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

"Please what?" Hunter's voice was teasing, almost mocking. "Use your words, Amina."

"Please, I need more," she begged, her hips moving in sync with his motions. "I need you."

Hunter leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His free hand roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. "You'll get me when I decide you're ready," he whispered against her lips, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Amina's eyes fluttered open, meeting Hunter's gaze. "Please, Hunter," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. "I need you."

Hunter's expression softened slightly, though his intensity remained. "Not yet, Amina," he murmured, his voice firm. "You need to come for me first."

Her breath hitched, and she arched her back, pushing her hips against the vibroblade's handle. "I... I can't," she gasped, her body trembling with the effort.

Hunter's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Yes, you can," he growled. "You're going to come for me, and you're going to do it now."

Amina's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. The pressure was building, the pleasure overwhelming. "Hunter, please," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

Hunter's grip tightened on the vibroblade's handle, increasing the intensity of his movements. "Come for me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice low and insistent.

With a cry, Amina's body tensed, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around the handle. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in Hunter's ears.

Hunter's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched her orgasm rip through her. He loved seeing her like this, completely undone and at his mercy. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, slowly easing the handle out of her. "You did so well."

Amina's breathing was ragged, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She looked up at Hunter, her eyes heavy with desire and satisfaction. "Hunter," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Hunter smirked, his eyes never leaving hers as he tossed the vibroblade aside. "We're not done yet, Amina," he said, his voice low and rough. "I need to feel you around me."

He reached down, quickly pulling off his black shirt and tossing it to the floor. His tan cargo pants followed, along with his boxers.

Hunter climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as his hands roamed over her body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her lips. "And you're mine."

Amina's heart raced at his possessive words, her body aching for him. "Yes, Hunter," she whispered. "I'm yours."

"Ready for me, sweetheart?" Hunter asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," Amina breathed, her body arching towards him. "Please, Hunter. I need you."

Hunter positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered. "To be fucked by me, hard and rough."

"Yes," Amina moaned, her hips lifting to meet him. "Please, Hunter. Fuck me."

With a low growl, Hunter thrust into her, filling her completely. Amina cried out, her body arching against him as he buried himself deep inside her. "Maker, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

Amina's moans filled the room as Hunter set a rough, relentless pace. His cock stretched her, filling her so completely that she could feel every inch of him. Her wrists strained against the bandana binding her to the headboard, her body writhing beneath him.

"You're so kriffing perfect," Hunter growled, his voice low and rough. "Taking me so well."

Amina's head fell back, her eyes closing as the pleasure overwhelmed her. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice breathless. "Don't stop."

"I don't plan to," Hunter replied, his grip on her hips tightening. He thrust into her harder, deeper, each movement eliciting a gasp or a moan from Amina. He loved seeing her like this, completely at his mercy, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

Hunter's hand slid up her body, wrapping around her throat gently but firmly. "You feel so good," he whispered, his thumb brushing against her jaw. "I love fucking you."

Amina's breath hitched, her body shivering at his words. "I love it too," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Good," Hunter growled, his grip tightening slightly. "Because I'm not stopping until I've had my fill."

He kissed her fiercely, his hand moving from her throat to her mouth. His fingers slipped between her lips, pressing against her tongue. "Suck," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Amina obeyed, her lips closing around his fingers. Her tongue swirled around them, and she moaned at the taste of him, her body shuddering with need. Hunter's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, his cock twitching inside her. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You're so kriffing perfect."

Hunter pulled his fingers from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking. He trailed his hand down her body, caressing her scars and leaving a path of heat in its wake. "You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Tied up and begging for me."

Amina's breath hitched, her body arching towards him. "Baby, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

Hunter's grip on her hips tightened, his pace quickening. "I know, cyar’ika," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "And you're going to get exactly what you need."

With a low, primal growl, Hunter thrust into her harder, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Amina's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of his thrusts. "Hunter," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "I can't... it's too much..."

"You can take it," Hunter replied, his voice firm. "You're my good girl, remember? You can take everything I give you."

Amina's body responded to his words, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "Yes," she moaned, her voice breathless.

Hunter's eyes blazed with satisfaction as he continued to fuck her, his hand wrapping around her throat once more. "That's right," he growled, his grip firm but not painful. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Amina's breath came in short gasps, her body writhing beneath him. "Hunter," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm close..."

Hunter's grip tightened slightly, his pace relentless. "Come for me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Amina's body tensed, her moans growing louder as she neared the edge. "Hunter, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I'm so close..."

"Do it," Hunter growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "Come for me, Amina."

With a cry, Amina's body tensed, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in Hunter's ears. Hunter's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he felt her orgasm rip through her, her body shuddering beneath him.

"That's it, sweetheart," Hunter murmured, his voice a low growl. "You did so well." Amina's breathing was ragged, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She looked up at Hunter, her eyes heavy with desire and satisfaction.

Hunter's expression softened slightly, though his intensity remained. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice low and rough. "I need to feel you come again."

Amina's eyes widened slightly, her body shivering with anticipation. "Again?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Hunter's eyes darkened with determination. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. His hand moved to her throat, gripping it gently but firmly. "You're going to come for me again," he growled against her lips, his voice rough with desire. "And you're going to do it because I command it."

Amina's heart raced at his words, her body responding to his touch. "Yes, Hunter," she whispered, her voice breathless. "I'll come for you."

Hunter's smirk widened as he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let's see just how many times I can make you come tonight."

With that, he thrust into her again, his movements rough and relentless. Amina's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him. "Hunter," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't... it's too much..."

"You can take it," Hunter replied, his grip on her throat tightening slightly. "You're my good girl, remember? You can take everything I give you."

Amina's body responded to his words, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "Yes," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm your…” her words trailed off into a whimper, unable to finish what she was saying.

Hunter's eyes blazed with satisfaction as he continued to fuck her, his pace quickening. "That's right," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Amina's breath hitched, her body arching towards him. "Hunter, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I'm so close..."

"Then come for me," Hunter commanded, his voice firm. "I want to feel you come around my cock again."

With a cry, Amina's body tensed, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of oblivion. And then, with a shudder, she toppled over, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Hunter's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he felt her clench around him, her walls pulsing with ecstasy. He could feel her warmth enveloping him, drawing him deeper into her embrace. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let go for me, Amina."

Amina's breath came in short gasps as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body writhing beneath him. Hunter watched her with a mixture of awe and desire, his own need burning hot within him. He wanted to consume her, to devour her, to lose himself in the fire of their passion.

As Amina's orgasm subsided, Hunter slowed down brushing a stray piece of hair off her face. “You remember your safe word?” She nodded, slowly opening her eyes. “Good, because you have a long night ahead of you.”

tags: @callsign-denmark

[etoilesbienne]

Nice to see that apparently we’ve all read it runs in the family. It was my guilty pleasure fic and i didn’t expect to see other people talking about it. I started reading it like a month after i got into bad and dsmp and i was /obsessed/. It’s one of those fics that changes your brain chemistry and makes you stare at a wall after reading it. To this day im still subbed to it on the off chance that it gets another chapter.

like genuinely its an enamoring fic it has an odd premise but like the author has so much potential in, like, being able to write genuinely engaging narratives. i'm shocked at how much setup is put into the work and you can tell where the narrative is going in a way that's like watching a trainwreck. You know exactly where it is going but the journey of getting there is so fascinating to watch.

anyway i want to ramble about what i liked and what i didn't like in the fic. so. huge reader discretion advised, go look at the other warnings i posted about this fic before reading this (also spoilers for the fic ahead)

like part of its most interesting facets is it is one of the few fics that tackles this sort of heavy subject matter of assault and kidnapping and doesn't really shy away from how genuinely negative it is and can be. like don't get me wrong ive enjoyed other psychological horror before, but it was, like, nice? to see the "pets" all be like genuinely upset and respond realistically to the situation they're in. no "they really like it secretly" undertone.

not a criticism but my favorite part of this story is the random ass normal human names they try to give everyone. they made skeppy have a white ass last name. bbh's name is Bad Halo. purpled doesn't even show up but his name is mentioned to be, like, "nolan purpled but he goes by purpled because his cheating whore of a mom named him nolan and he hates her" genuinely funniest line of the whole fic one of my favorites i can never ever forget it. i need to find all the human names in this theyre so fucking funny.

also badboyhalo? while he IS woobified and made much more demure and defanged, he's still like... that IS badboyhalo. his moments of complete suspicion at every encounter. his doubting. refusal to break the mould and rock the boat out if fear something bad would happen. VERY badboyhalo sentiments. also the fact the writer knew about skephalo divorce. going to be honest, looking at how their other work contains a6d, i think the writer was/is a bbh watcher. and then the schlatthalo. the fact they made schlatt ask to curse? and then bbh laughed when he did? this person understood both of these guys. they did their homework. schlatt isn't a megalomaniac evil villain one note. i don't know if i'd call both of them "in character" per say, but i can definitely say they had consistent characterization and i could understand how their characters got to these versions.

also the technohalo multifaceted concept? techno seeing bbh as too innocent? putting bbh on a pedestal and denying his humanity in that way? WILD. the setup and writing was all there for, like, bbh using his body and manipulating techno to turn against phil.

like the good parts of this fic are such crazy highs and peaks it makes the lows look so much worse.

speaking of which: wilbur soot.

by god is wilbur soot not a character, he is a force of nature and just continuous digging deeper on trying to fix a problem the writer accidentally started. none of sbi really are fleshed out or rounded characters, but wilbur soot is like by far getting the worst treatment. im not even a wilbur fan LOL.

he's supposed to be a schizophrenic serial killer which already isn't a great start, and then you watch the writer realize the issue and try to fix what they've started. this is when schizophrenic medicated slimecicle comes in. followed by badboyhalo looking at the camera and going Not All Mentally Ill People Are Bad. which was just really funny in such a morbid way. but then the writer DOES go in an interesting direction with phil denying his condition and refusing to help him get medicated. however with the slimecicle medicated moment it comes off as a medication = The Good Mentally Ill Person narrative. genuinely i dont know how id solve the wilbur issue without extensive rewriting. he's just a mess.

phil i think is one of the most interesting of sbi, being made into a central antagonist and a genuinely good villain. his scenes have well made tension and poses actual threat and stakes to the narrative. he's a good villain! techno has an interesting arc with bbh but just isn't given enough screentime and doesn't have much beyond "brute to be manipulated" which sucks a little. tommy is tommy. only one of sbi i could see not dying in a fire at the end. wilbur, despite his other issues is a narrative driver with his capriciousness, but the schizophrenia plotline is such a mess that he just is not a person here, he's a plot device more than anything.

more abstractly i do wish they committed and, like, had sex scenes or were blatant about sex happening. like they keep dancing around it but so much of the fic does not make sense if sex isn't what's occurring here. like i get subtlety if the avoidance of sex is what they're aiming for! but its okay to, like, maybe make it more clear whatever techno and bbh have going on is obviously sexual, because that can be used to advance the narrative and make it more clear bbh is using his body to manipulate here, because that'd be a good plot point to continue the themes and motifs of the story. i also just do not know how else to interpret the relationship lol.

my other biggest criticism is make it less misogynistic. the only three named women are the dead samsung smart fridge (who is now a dead mom named samantha), minx the alcoholic witness, and puffy, who is somehow ranboo's mom. like the ableism is horrific here but its so over the top stupid in the ableism, while the misogyny is subtle and just reeks. genuinely why is puffy ranboo's mom that sucks so fucking bad. make her be his aunt or guardian or something. but mom? c'mon.

i rambled way too long lol there's more i can say but this fic is my roman empire. the writer has so much potential but just needs more life experience to understand mental illness and misogyny. also a beta reader to fix their formatting. and maybe make their dialogue more human. shoutout to ranboo giving his name and phone number to tommy after tommy literally fucking tells him he'd "make a beautiful corpse" CRAZY exchange. no human would do that.

[mojowitchcraft]

Wiggly Worm Wednesday!! 🧠🪱

tagged by @someforeignband and @bilbosmom-belladonna 🩷

Full disclosure: my worms have been on strike lately!

I've bounced around working on different WIPs to try and get my writing mojo back, but nothing was really lighting that spark. I'm trying not to force things and just write when I feel like it. Also trying not to get too in my feels about it and hope that I'll be able to post things again.

Things I've got in the works and hope to finish one day:

Steddie Dads aka We Part To Meet Again Chapters 1 & 2 posted last year, I was working on Chapter 3 and need to finish outlining the overarching plot and figure out how long I actually want to make it (I originally projected 3 chapters)

Foot Fic Was an idea for sub eddie week where Eddie develops a foot kink that I didn't finish and need to get back to!

Underwear Fic Based on a tweet. I have a page or so written for it and would love to get back to it one day!

Frat Boy Steve aka Acta, Non Verba This one i've talked about lots, probably too much, and I'm grateful that I waited before posting any of it cause I've been back working on the doc the past couple weeks and I've changed some things and worked on the outline. I'm really excited about this one but I'm making myself wait to post any of it so I don't have another unfinished WIP looming over me

I have a bunch of other things I need to work on like finishing Bat Eddie aka Living In A Lunar Spell, and Part 10 of Night Drives but being burnt out and having writers block has been a challenge!

Sending my love to all the writers out there who are still trucking along and posting stuff, it's rough out there! Fingers crossed people still want to read my writing when I finally get back into posting again. 🤞

[jamiesfootball]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Tagged by @asteria-argo and @altschmerzes

EDIT- I DEFINITELY TAGGED THE RIGHT PEOPLE THE FIRST TIME

1. How many fandoms have you written in?

24 going back to college, more before that. Unless you mean written in published, in which case 3

2. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I wrote my first thing at 10

3. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Up until last year, read by far. But since I've started more focused writing I have woefully fallen behind on the reading. Right now I'm reading about 3 small fics / updated chapters a week.

4. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Outlining comes a lot easier now than previously. That used to be the most intimidating part, but I've learned now how to keep myself in a trajectory. If there's truly something else I want to explore but that doesn't fit within the outline, then that can simply happen in another fic.

5. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I have no semblance of weird any more. But I did read an entire book on foot injuries with absolutely gruesome photos of foot fungi infections.

6. What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when it feels like the person commenting resonated with something I wrote. It doesn't have to be long (though I do really love that), but a certain amount of passion behind the comment is always lovely to see.

7. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I'm currently rotating a time travel au of characters from a fic set in the future coming back to visit characters during the early seasons of the show. This one is fringe because only I would know what the fuck is going on with half the cast.

8. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

You know how there is a sub-genre of fic where a character basically gets to have their day calling everyone else out on their behaviour about some canon-gripe? Those fics. I just can't do it. I can read them, but writing them always feels too mean. Also nihilism for the sake of nihilism. I think it's because in both scenarios, it would require curbing my inner need to fix whatever is going on.

9. What is the easiest type?

I! Like! Fixing! Things! In! A! Canon! Compliant! Way! Or at least, like, canon install-able. You can install canon into this and it won't break too bad.

10. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Right now I'm still using Living Writer despite not liking it very much (for a variety of reasons) because while I meant to switch over, I got overwhelmed exporting everything and missed the renewal date. So stuck with that another year I guess. But the big thing for me is to have cloud and offline access, and this does that.

11. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I finally started outlining on of my original fiction projects! Huzzah! It's going to be longer than I thought help

12. What made you choose your username?

Dyslexia and a writing typo

I tried snooping around to see who got tagged already, but my dash was freaking long today. If you've not been tagged, consider yourself so, thanks!

[daimyosprincess]

Announcement 🎉

I'm excited to announce that I'll be posting my first ever fic, Ex Libris, next Friday, May 5!!

A multi-part AU set in our world, Ex Libris begins when you, a librarian in the university library, meet the new Mandalorian studies professor, Boba Fett. Sparks fly and passions soar, but just what all does Professor Fett have in store for you?

Check out a preview of Part I: Foreword below the cut, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Comments and feedback are appreciated and welcome, and if you would like to be tagged in future updates, please fill out my taglist form.

Many thanks to the WONDERFUL @rexxdjarin and @choaticninjawitch for all your support and encouragement in my writing journey 💖 so many talented creators have inspired me with their amazing works and I'm honored to be able to join them. Please support creators, foster fandom and create the community we want with comments and reblogs.

EX LIBRIS

—Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

—Summary: You want to add your story to Professor Boba Fett’s personal collection.

—Rating: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—Series Tags & Warnings: [chapter-specific tags will have additional warnings] second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, age gap (reader is mid-twenties, Boba is late forties), dom/sub power dynamics, bdsm elements, reader described as having hair, alcohol consumption by reader and others

The university library is dead—classes aren’t in session and things are slow. The afternoon summer sun streams through the building’s tall windows, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the golden light. The faint rustle of papers turning is the only sound filling the idle air other than you and your coworker’s chatting at the circulation desk. 

“No, I’m telling you there’s no good guys to date here. They’re all either emotionally unavailable or terrible in bed… or both,” your friend Selena gripes. She’s exasperated by the most recent of her flings ghosting her after their last hookup. 

Swirling your iced coffee, you roll your eyes. “Well maybe you need to expand your dating pool, there’s more out there than just twenty-something guys who spend all their time in the gym.” You grin knowingly at your friend—she definitely has a type.

She throws an elbow at you. “Hey! Not all of us are into girls and men old enough to be our dads! Speaking of which…” she cuts off, wiggling her perfect eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice calls from behind your back, “is there a librarian I can speak to about reserving my course materials?” The voice’s vowels lilt and come together like sand being molded by an ocean wave, powerful yet graceful—it’s a voice that could warm you in sunny, shallow waters or drown you in a raging storm.

All but choking on your coffee, you spin to face the front desk. Standing on the other side of the counter is the most handsome man you think you’ve ever seen: copper skin, white teeth, and dark eyes stand atop a crisp linen shirt rolled up to reveal thick, strong forearms. Pale, silvered scars crisscross his skin, glinting in the light, making him look equally dangerous and enticing, like a trap baited with everything you’ve ever wanted.

Shit, he could get me in a lot of trouble… and I’d let him. You clear your throat, doing your best to recover with at least some of your dignity intact—a difficult task when the absolute god of a man before you just heard that you’re definitely into men his age. 

Selena, however, beats you to an answer. “Yes, sir, that would be my coworker here,” she answers in a sing-song voice, “she’s more than happy to help you with anything you need.” You shoot her a dirty look as she flounces away back to her desk in the back, her attitude completely unapologetic.

Being the flirt you are, you did fully intend to hit on this handsome professor, but that’s not the point. Rallying your thoughts, you flash him a dazzling smile. “Yes, I certainly am,” you confirm. “What can I do for you, professor…?” Your voice trails off in anticipation of his response, and you catch the dark gleam in his coffee-colored eyes. 

“Fett, Boba Fett. Professor of Mandalorian studies,” he answers smoothly, his rich timbre confident and unphased by you and Selena’s antics.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, professor,” you respond, matching his blithe tone. You introduce yourself with your name and title as the research materials librarian.

He smirks, flicking his eyes over your frame in a casual, yet interested, way. “I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” When his eyes meet yours again, they flicker with amber fire, bright and tempting.

You let his compliment hang in the sunlit air between you for a moment, gauging whether he too felt the electric connection buzzing between you two. Judging by the glint in his eye and quirk of his lips, he did.

Game on. “Well, usually faculty submit their materials for purchase and reservation at the end of the previous school year or at the beginning of the summer session,” you inform him with an overly patronizing tone. “But I suppose I can make an exception for you since you’re being so polite.” You end your statement with a wink, inviting him in to test the waters.  

Taking your hint, he leans his muscled arms on the high lip of the desk, bringing himself closer into your space. “You’re too kind. Things have been a little difficult since I’m new to the school and wasn’t in the country until last week… and I’d really appreciate your help, princess.” The pet name rolls off his tongue like spiced honey, hot and sweet.

Your brows arch up and you run your tongue over teeth behind your lips as you consider the handsome professor. Most men you meet are either too intimidated or too stupid to give you a fair fight, but this Boba Fett… he might just be the one. Without saying much, he’s said it all: true power doesn’t need to be defended because it speaks for itself. His innate confidence makes your stomach tighten and your blood run hot—this is going to be even more fun than you first thought. “Why don’t you come into my office and I can see what all I can do for you, Professor Fett,” you offer with a flirty smile.

“Please,” he entreats with a saccharine smile, “call me Boba.”