#id probably already be on my knees

[televisongifs]

KARL URBAN as BILLY BUTCHER

1x07 the self-preservation society

[thoughtfulseason]

yesterday coach brought up two of my insecurities/traumas from school which made cry when i got home and today i feel like my writing’s not enough 😩 pls treat me nicer

[rafeandonlyrafe]

feeling generous

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon!!, blackmail!!, blowjob, cum eating???, voyeurism, public sex, car crash but like its in a parking lot lol, pogue!/broke!reader

“shit, shit, shit.” you groan, quickly putting the car into drive and moving a few feet, cringing when you hear the crunch of metal coming undone. you throw the car into park and hop out to see your worst fears actualized.

“are you fucking blind?” the shout makes you jump. you didn't even realize that the owner of the car was sat in the driver's seat.

“im-im so so sorry.” you shake your head quickly, surveying the damage. you caught their back bumper with your own, the red paint from their car flaking onto your silver one. “i-i didn't see how close-”

“no shit you didn't see! jesus fucking christ, do you know how expensive this car is?” he shouts, standing to his full height and slamming the car door closed. you don't know how much the car is, but judging by the look of it and the man driving it, certainly not cheap. “this is a custom paint job too.” 

he places his hands on his hips, eyes shifting between glaring at the ruined back end of his car and you.

“insurance and id. now.” he huffs out. “before i call the cops.”

your eyes widen. you have the minimum required insurance, and even that payment is killing you, there's no way you'll be able to afford it if you get an increase for a crash.

“can i pay you out of pocket?” you offer, clearing your throat, trying to keep a level head.

“no way you're able to afford it.” his eyes turn towards your car. it's old, a junker, but gets you around fine enough. and best part, it was free, a hand me down after your grandma bought a newer car.

“i-i probably cant, but i can't afford the insurance increase either and i- we can work something out. please.” you don't care how pathetic it is, you'll get down on your knees in the parking lot if you have to. you're not beyond begging and pleading.

he looks you up and down before grunting, heading back towards his car. your feet spring into action, grabbing onto his wrist, not wanting him to reach for his phone.

“no, please, sir-”

“rafe.” he says, hand twisting so now he's the one holding your wrist. “my name is rafe.”

“oh.” you blink up at him before responding. “my name is y/n”

“you shouldn't have told me.” rafe holds his hand up. “in case i change my mind. you're lucky im feeling generous today.”

“oh my god, thank you so much!” you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“don't thank me yet, darling.” his gaze turns dark as he looks down at you, only now realizing how tall he is, how he towers over you.

“what do you mean?” you question.

rafe takes your hand gripped tightly in his fist, turning it and bringing it down to place it on his crotch. your eyes widen when he moves your fingers back and forth over his shorts, stroking along your length.

“i- what are you doing?” you try to pull your hand away, but he's holding on too tightly.

“it's either this or we can get insurance involved.” rafe looks at you, the shiny lip gloss smeared over your mouth. you may be a broke pogue, but your mouth should be good enough to please him, to ease some of the tension from getting his car hit.

“im not a prostitute.” you say, certainly not meaning this when offering to work something out.

“yet you're gonna get on your knees and suck me off. or i call the cops.”

“right here?” you look around the parking lot. it's pretty empty, but it's the middle of the day, the sun shining down on you, making the illicit act obvious to anyone who looks between where your two cars are parked.

“yeah.” he shrugs, pressing your hand harder into his crotch. he's obviously hard, seemingly almost painfully so.

you look back to the damage, the cherry red color that you're sure isn't stock, and then sink down to your knees. rafe smirks down at you as he drops his hand away from your wrist, light purple bruises already forming.

you gulp and resolve yourself to what you're about to do, tugging at his zipper before undoing the button on his shorts. you open up the flaps, eyes widening when you take in his length through his underwear.

rafe chuckles before pushing the elastic down to pull his cock out, exposing it to the warm summer air.

“suck.” he simply commands.

you open your mouth, taking an experimental lick at his tip, surprised that the taste isn't completely repulsive. you lick again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

“come on.” he spurs you on. “do it good or ill cum in your mouth and still make you pay.”

the threat has you moving quickly, sinking down onto his cock, closing your eyes so you don't have to see rafe looking down at you. he may be attractive, but you're still getting forced to do this. 

“ahh, that's good.” he groans as you set a quick pace, bobbing your head up and down. you pray no one pulls into this part of the parking lot or looks your way. you'd be absolutely mortified to be seen on your knees for a man in the middle of the day, not even going into his car to suck him off.

rafes hands grip your hair, pulling them into two makeshift pigtails.

he lets you stay in control for a while longer before he gets sick of you sucking him off however you please. he shoves his hips forward, causing you to gag when his cock buries deep in your throat.

rafe doesn't give you time to recover, thrusting while holding your head still by the hair, tears now streaming down your eyes as he pushes in then out, in then out.

“fuck, you're actually good.” rafe chuckles. just his luck the dumb bitch who hit his car gives good head, your throat tightening as you swallow around him with every thrust.

you feel the combination of drool and tears drip down your chin, hoping rafe cums soon so this can end.

you place your hands on his thighs as your knees dig into the pavement. your jeans are going to be completely ruined by the time rafe is done with you, but at least you'll have money to buy a new pair.

you feel rafes cock swell in your mouth, your eyes widening to look up at him, the sun behind his head, illuminating him in a perfect halo, but he's no angel.

rafe pulls his cock out before he can cum. you stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what to expect as rafe strokes himself quickly, moaning as if he doesn't care about being seen as his cock shoots out ropes of white cum onto your face and awaiting tongue.

he taps the tip against your tongue, smearing it through the mess of white. “kiss it.”

it's humiliating, but not any more than what just happened. you pucker your lips and press a kiss to the tip of his cock, seeing that it's already beginning to soften.

rafe tucks his cock back in as you pant on the ground, hands coming to your thighs as you try to gain composure.

“hey.” rafes voice has you looking back up, your eyes widening when you see he's got his phone now, taking a picture of your disheveled state, face still covered in his cum.

“what was that for?” you shout.

“part of your repayment in case you ever try to go back on our agreement.” you understand what rafe means. in case you try to tell anyone he forced you into it.

rafe smiles when the look of acceptance sinks into your features as you resign to your fate. he bends down, looking you in the eye before his tongue presses against your jaw, dragging up your cheek, tracing the trail of your tears, not caring that he also tastes his own cum on his tongue. 

“see you around.” he smirks, swallowing your tears dramatically as he gets into his car, speeding away before you even get your knees off the ground.

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[refiwrites]

Happy Father’s Day

Pairing: ID! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, BREEDING, rough sex, creampie, mating press, praising, cockwarming, lmk if i missed anything

Note: It’s father’s day and Leon is the only daddy I know 🤪 sorry this is probably unhinged I just had to write this out rq sorry if its short- and i just HAD TO USE THIS GIF BECAUSE DADDY– also my breeding kink going brrrrr

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Leon were once again entangled on the bed. His muscles tensed under your every touch, breathing becoming uneven and the grunts falling from his lips and yours- along with the hot sloppy kisses you shared.

“Are you really this needy?” He jokes, a little breathless as he sat up on his knees while you were all splayed out in front of him, the sight making him want to bury his throbbing cock inside of you already.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared him as he knelt before you, light sweat drenching both of your bodies but the glow of the afternoon sun hitting him–

It made him look like a fucking god.

But you had something else in store.

The moment Leon’s cock finally sinks in your drenched cunt, both of you moan out in pleasure as Leon supported himself to hover above you, your legs simply locking around his waist as he fucks you in missionary.

“So needy… squeezing me so tight already..” He chuckled, those blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he studied you with every slow thrust he gave.

You bit your lip and laugh with a slight heat to your cheeks.

“I just missed you..” You whisper against him as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. It was killing you. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you till next week but no– this time you’d take your time, especially with what you had in store.

Leon probably didn’t have a clue what day it is, nor did he even care to as he was buried deep in you, but you knew.

Father’s Day.

Of course the two of you had talked about kids before but with your busy jobs, especially his, it was hard to find time to actually try for one. The two of you had been married for about three years now, settled into your new home and whatnot.

But you’ve seen the way Leon would watch as you two simply walked down the street and he’d spot some parents in the park- or anywhere really- playing with their children, picking them up, witnessing them with the brightest look on their faces.

While Leon looked like he longed for something like that, now with you on the picture. He wanted to have a family, with none other than you. His wife. But his job was a pain in the ass.

You wrap your arms around Leon’s neck, grazing your lip against his skin as you left hot open mouthed kisses, making him groan and put his chest flush against you as his movements slowly began to increase, making you moan out his name, hands tugging on his hair as your eyes rolled back.

The feel of him throbbing and dragging in and out of your soaked walls only made you want it more. Your hands now snaked over his back, pushing his hips down further against you.

Leon felt you clench around him and he chuckled lowly. “God- you- fuck..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because your cunt was pulling his cock in so deep.

“Shit..” He breathed out as he stared at you with a light furrow to his brows before his eyes closed shut momentarily. “I’m not gonna last long with you doing that- ah..”

That was the plan.

You moaned as his pace finally increased as he sat upright back on his knees, holding your legs apart as he snapped his hips against yours making your body jolt and his hand instantly reaching for your tits, cupping it with his hand and squeezing.

“So fucking beautiful.” He uttured underneath his breath as he went back to grab at your hips to steady himself as he pounds into you. Him lifting your hips up, making him hit a new angle that had you seeing stars and grasping at the sheets.

“Leon- oh fuck yes just like that.” You whine.

The way you were reacting to him as he fucks you never gets old. It was like the first time all over again and he grunted in response, working harder and pressing you against the mattress. His finger slipped in between your legs to rub against your clit.

“O-oh fuck..” You whine out, arching your back as Leon worked for both of your orgasm.

You almost get sidetracked as you could feel him already twitching inside you.

“I’m close sweetheart, need you to cum for me, yeah? I just need to feel you cum for me..” He whispered, leaning back down to lazily kiss you, tongues meeting sloppily as you moaned against the kiss.

You were close, he was too.

Your mind was already buzzing, eager to experience that high but you still had to act. “L-Leon- Leon..” You call out for him in between pants as you held onto his strong arms.

“Y-yeah sweetheart? Fuck I’m so close..” You hear him say but your next words stunned him.

“C-cum inside me..”

Leon’s hips stuttered as he stared at you wide, pupils dilated as he gripped a little too tight on your thighs. “H-huh what..?”

“P-please Leon..” You begged. “F-fill me up.. w-wanna have kids with you..” You were starting to get lost in the pleasure as you rambled on about having kids with him and you wanting him to stuff you full of his cum.

Leon’s brain buzzed and it felt like a switch had been turned on that had his nerves setting aflame as he let out almost a growl.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He was still holding back from folding you and fucking you until you were dripping of him as he tried to gather himself. “Y-you want this? You want me to cum inside you? Fuck a baby into you? Holy- fuck- shit..” His mind was racing.

You couldn’t respond further but you tried as you nodded desperately. “Yes- Yes Leon!”

“Fuck- thank you sweetheart- gonna cum inside you-“ Leon couldn’t believe it- the tiredness was washed out of his body, replaced by the need to shoot his load in you, his eyes glued to your belly, his mind already engaged in scenarios of your baby bump growing and he lets out a loud grunt of exertion.

His newfound energy being put to good use as he suddenly lifted your legs up, folding you, his arms grasping at the back of your knees as he held you in place as you continued to clench around him.

“Thank you baby- fuck I’ve wanted this for so long..” he managed to groan out as he fucks even deeper inside you. “I’m gonna make you a fucking mommy- you’re gonna be so good…”

All you could do was moan out your replies as he talked to you that way, the coil in your stomach bound to snap. “Leon- I’m so close- p-please..”

“Hold on, sweetheart… wanna do it together..” he breathily says as he leaned down and captured your lips, you kissing back without thought.

“A-alright come on- let go for me sweetheart- fuck! I’m- ah fuck cumming!” He moaned in your ear as his whole body stilled, his thighs shaking a little as he finally came inside you, the feeling making him dizzy a little.

When it did, you cried out in pleasure as your body spasms against his. “Yes- oh yes..” You chant out along with his name as you held him close, rolling your eyes back as he twitched inside you, spilling the last of his hot ropes in your walls.

It took a while as Leon grunted in your ear, breathing out and leaving a kiss on your neck as he shuddered at the sudden sensitivity of his cock.

“That- thank you sweetheart..” He whispers, chuckling as he carefully tried to pull away but you shook your head and held him in place as you bought your legs down.

“O-oh? You want me to stay inside you..?” Leon asked, you really never failed to take his breath away.

With your mind clouded with pleasure, you nod and he shakes his head with a smile, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he was careful to lay beside you whilst keeping himself sheathed inside you as he lets you hike your leg around him. Both of you catching your breath and Leon still couldn’t believe what happened.

“Did you really mean that..?” He asks once his breathing calmed down as he looked at you intently. You blinked up at him and nod, leaning in and kissing his jaw as you snuggled against him, the feeling of being so full of him making you sigh in content. “Yes, I did..”

Leon broke out into a wide grin, sending a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer. It seemed like every worry slipped away from him in that moment at the thought of finally getting to have this with you. “You’re amazing..” was all he managed to say as he let his lips linger against your head.

Tiredness was seeping into you as your eyelids droop close, not without you saying one last thing to Leon.

“Happy father’s day, honey.”

[hearts4chriss]

Pour it up.

Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader

prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )

Part 6

warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life

It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.

“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.

“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.

“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head

the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.

“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.

I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes

The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.

Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)

The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.

Chris Pov

i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.

Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out

Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money

I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.

I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.

Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money

Chris Pov

fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.

I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round

I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.

Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.

“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down

“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently

“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.

“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.

“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.

“Pfft”. I roll my eyes

“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.

“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.

“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.

I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.

“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.

“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck

“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.

I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit

The boys eyes widened

“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him

“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big

“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm

“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned

“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.

“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.

“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.

“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.

The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.

“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.

“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch

“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.

He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” he pants.

“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.

“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.

“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.

“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.

fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.

I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.

“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.

“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.

“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up

“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.

I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.

“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis

“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head

“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.

I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.

“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.

“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.

I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.

“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.

“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.

“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.

“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.

“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again

“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.

“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster

“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.

“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.

I take a good look at him and smirk.

Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.

I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.

“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.

“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.

“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.

He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream

“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks

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[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

You could drink your whole life away and still never get that taste out of your mouth.

half commission for @salempie half completely self indulgent dreck pieced together from our insane conversations abt franke and elka. told myself id finally write a big explanation for all of the dum shit between these two for context so Thats Under The Cut.

so I already wrote some stuff about elka and franke's relationship back in whispering rock so feel free to look at that too . it goes over elkas blindness/‘seeing’ with clairvoyance and how her and franke started talking & all that good stuff

SO FOR STARTERS. a lot of thsi wont make sense without a big breakdown of elka herself. because elkas potential as a character is like insane to me. like just the idea of her in the long run of her life reads as something so potentially tragic; a young girl whos plagued with visions of doom and destined to be an outcast even in her own home for things she cant control and clings to the One vision of her wedding that she thinks is 'happy' even despite the fact she doesnt really love the person in it. im choosing to take the li-po doc as canon here because its funny shes the only one with backstory-

but my fucking god even the smallest look into what her parents are like is soo fucked up to me. and i do think elka especially gets a lot of influence from her mother; its funny how easily you can fit mabel doom into a box just from what elka says about her. knees deep in an avon-esque pyramid scheme and leaning into her daughters depressing ass visions & taking her to therapy at age 11 (which would be good if not for the kind of person you can already assume she is & so i doubt the therapist she has really does her any good. i think they share one). she reads as a very I Am My Daughters Best Friend type of mom to me and i can see elka being a centerpiece of the conversation when she has her Amway Girls over for drinks. wine-mom that lets her kid sip from the glass so she can feel like a big girl type deal.

and you can tell that elka is trying to hard to be too mature for her age even in her campster posts. how she writes letters to nils' mom and exchanges baking recipes with her and that feels like she really only interacts with middle aged women and not really many people her own age outside of camp (like her moms friends). which makes sense shed feel the need to ‘grow up’ early when shes probably had to process so many hard things at a young age bc of her visions.

theres a lot of filling the blanks here of course.

elka obsesses over nils to an overbearing degree even despite the fact he treats her like shit ('you promised no talking' and so on) and she treats him bad right back. she leans onto stereotypical heterosexual ideals like taking care of him and overblowing how Manly and Protective JT is and she admires romance stories like pride and prejudice and it feels like she Projects Soooooooo much of what she wants onto boys she barely feels anything for without knowing what its actually supposed to feel like. and clearly she WANTS that ideal future, a happy marriage, an actual romance- but according to nils even when they were dating she ignored him most of the time, which just seems Very Telling

like shes filling a role, overcompensating for emotions and lacktherof she cant digest quite yet, and it only makes more sense when you know shes had visions of their future together. how could that be bad for her? shouldnt it be like the books and movies? but she doesnt really connect the fact that her visions are only for Doomed futures, and if she does she certainly doesnt show it. Doomed relationships. it's been a part of her family for generations and she isn't turning out much different, is she? i dont think she even realizes thats all she ever sees yet, just that its Going to happen. that it's Her future, and it always will be

and like, her only reference for a real marriage so far has been her own parents, and she already Knows they have an affair, and theyre doomed to split, (and i actually like to think they were in rough waters anyway and elka was a child meant to mend a crumbling marriage but thats a whole other thing) and so without a framework for what an actual healthy relationship is supposed to be like she cant really grasp that her relationship with nils Isnt that and isnt ever going to be. she can only cling to this one happy idea of the future, and thats why she keeps chasing him, self fulfilling the actuality of her situation and creating and fostering the unhappy life they will inevitably live together.

and that bleeds into everything else in her life, of course, because as the years go on, as the visions grow in number it just makes sense for her to fall into the predictability of her life. she always knows whats going to happen, her visions are Never wrong- so why try to change things? shes had time to process tragedies days, weeks, months, years before they happen, shes had time to settle into every crack of her life. her parents divorce, her various break ups, her future with the psychonauts.

“and she's already seen so much of a future with [nils] she feels trapped almost. Like she has to be happy in it or else it just means her life is miserable. And it's a mixture of pride and fear of the unknown that keeps her clinging to the One thing she knows. BUT LIKE!!! She knows what's gonna happen! It's easier to grieve when she's been grieving for years... She wants so badly to be happy, But to do that she has to step into the unfamiliar. And that's more terrifying than staying the same miserable person she's always been.”

and thats where franke comes in— and yeah you Do have to take a lot of liberties for frankes character since it’s basically, like, all the info for her is just that shes a Supreme Baby Dyke but thats enough for me. i think she has protective butch itch in her . on campster shes defensive over other women evidenced in the way she keeps watch over the girls cabins for lili when elton is pursuing her . but shes also eager to please and constantly trying to make kitty laugh and also Very naive. but she tries! and i think it only solidifies more as she gets Older and really gets a hold of her feelings & her powers. this is incredibly franke to me

and i think as they grow older together— because i think franke and elka Do stay friends, both because elka is just pathetic and needs that positive connection even if she doesnt realize it and because i think franke is a very Loyal person & annoyingly persistent if you let her be . and i am also a kitty/franke truther. because kittys also important in this web we weave

because i think franke and kitty stay together after camp, to a point— theres a falling out facilitated on kittys end and they break up, but reconnect, and franke kind of... saves kitty from herself a little, from her strict military father whos love only extends thru finances , from her own stifling future , she drives all the way to bakersville in her shitty van handmedowned from her dad and they move in together eventually . they get jobs at the motherlobe , because it’s a pipeline to a decent job, because it’s whats easy, because franke doesn’t really have a future, because she’s never really been good at much, because shes never had much sense, because franke doesnt really care as long as she can live and help, sometimes, if she can, and because kitty’s there, and because elka’s there, and shes so used to being elkas eyes now and shes good at it. shes good at being the muscle of the missions when her colleagues lack it, when hypnosis and predictions arent enough. she likes it that way.

and elka appreciates frankes company. she listens, shes sweet, she does little things for her that no ones ever really put the effort for before; she likes her. franke is strong and bold and makes her laugh and shes always there but god elka cant let go of that future, of that box shes put herself in, that her mothers put her in, of being a Good Wife to a Loving Husband, of getting married normally and falling into unfailing familiarity. thats all shes ever wanted and shes not going to jeopardize that . not for franke, who may not be a boy but is handsome like one, whos always held her after every break up with nils and the men that filled empty days inbetween.

and elka is too stubborn to recognize those feelings anyway. too prideful to accept a way out. too set in her cycle no matter how much she hates it, her little self fulfilling tragedy of her own making, wallowing in her own doom. she struggles for control of her own life when she feels like every choice has been made for her anyway, she puts up her walls and carefully constructs what people see. but franke was always harder to trick, because while empathy isnt a particularly useful psychic power it’s certainly an inconvenient one. all franke has to do is get too close and all those carefully crafted walls fall apart, and elkas control is gone, and thats all she really has. and she tries to distance herself, really she does, but franke is also too persistent. and elka wears gloves, keeps contact that would make her walls crumble from happening as best as she can, but she cant really keep herself from the brief moments where she feels like someone actually fucking cares about her.

and that slightest lack of control, the need to wrestle it back is why she proposes to nils the next time theres a falling out— she knows how it happens, she plans every detail. and he accepts, despite everything. gets her a cheap ring and it feels like lead on her finger and its nothing at all like how shed thought it to be when she was a kid, theres no feather light feeling in her chest, only that dreadful reality that she cant turn this back. BUT WHAT CAN U DO LMAO

elka doesnt tell franke about this engagement until later, on their way back from a mission. late at night when neither of them can sleep, and franke invites elka to smoke in her van, because its been so long since theyve been alone like that, because elkas been so strangely absent lately. and because of everything, because frankes always so damn nice, because elka hates the feel of the ring on her finger, because she let herself get high alone with franke fucking athens whos always been so good at pulling her apart— the truth of it all spills out and its messy and emotional and she hates it, she hates the life shes made for herself, but franke makes it easier to bare and now shes here and shes so close and god she wishes she could see her smile again, she wishes she could see franke, thats all she needs right now and she cant but she can touch her and she can hold her and for tonight, she can be known, she can let those walls crumble, she can be something else just for once here with franke . she can kiss her here in this van, touch that happiness for just a moment, and forget the future that waits for her outside of it. franke begs her to forget the wedding, to just let herself be happy— and god, she wants to, but it means turning her back on everything shes known and everything shes saw to be inevitable, and franke has never been in her future, so if it were supposed to work out why hadnt she seen it and she cant, she cant take that risk but she can have this, even if its temporary, she can have it.

and just as soon as she gets a taste of it, its gone. after that night, after the missions over and theyre back at the motherlobe and have to pretend like nothing happened (franke doesnt, of course she tells kitty about it, she tells kitty about everything.) but that brief moment together haunts elka every time she sees franke, sees herself through frankes eyes, sees herself in her wedding dress because god its all franke can think about! of course it is! she knows how much elkas destroying herself she knows how much misery shes wallowing in that kiss in the van felt like an emotional punch to the teeth and she hasnt ever forgotten it and all she can do is sit and watch while elka throws herself into a loveless marriage. she can come to her wedding and see the way the bride and groom kiss with the emotional weight of a wet towel no matter how hard elka tries to hide it under a pretty dress and bouquets of flowers and meticulous planning.

and elka resents nils but she cant really hate him, its not his fault, not really. he feels trapped just like she does and his feelings of misery only cycle back into hers . they fight and gnash and wear away at each other and its a relationship thats crashed and burned a million times before elka even said i do. and its inevitable that she falls into her mothers habits, a sip of wine here and there to loosen up, until it turns to a glass, until it falls into a bottle on nights when whatever work nils does runs late.

but franke’s still there. shes always been there, hasn’t she? always trying to play knight, always trying to save her, dragging her home when shes stumbling over herself because god who else is going to do it but her? who else is left to care? certainly not nils. never nils. because franke knows her. because franke pities her. shes always pitied her. shes always known. and elka hates it, she resents it, but god in the same breath she’s desperate for it, she envies it to her very bones. elka is a mess but after frankes done with her she has someone to go back to that loves her. and god what elka wouldnt do to have that. to take it and keep it for herself because shes never ever got to have that movie romance shes always wanted.

so now comes this.

because elkas particularly miserable and particularly spiteful and she needs to get franke to understand, just for a moment, drink with her and get on her level and she needs her there with her no matter how her pity makes her feel. no matter how much it makes her shake with anger and envy and desperation, but god the way franke looks at her, the way she still tries to salvage what they have, the soft, slurred way she tells her that it’s okay but its not okay, none of this is okay, it never has been and she just wants franke to shut up and see that, and if she cant then she’ll show her, she’ll show her all the raw angry desperation, with too much teeth and hands that claw and grab and she’ll know why everyones always said she’s too much.

and she knows this puts her on nils’ level too. that this makes her a cheater, that shes no better than he is now. no better than her father and his affair. but god, she wants to be selfish. she wants to be in control. just for once. she wants to feel right and she wants to feel happy and she wants to feel loved. thats all shes ever wanted. and franke will let her have that, just for a little while, at the very least.

anyway. sorry. sorry for being crazy . this isnt even getting into the shit after the comic takes place . elkas stupid brainworld thag she has to overcome in order to finally be allowed in the polycule and live happily ever as worlds first lesbian divorceman

sorry for all the shit i make up instead of caring about actual characters with screentime . bye !

[mysterycitrus]

So I’m a Jason Todd fan and I read your fic last night (and enjoyed it) but I was wondering about your interpretation of his place in Gotham. In a lot of fandom stuff he’s usually put as a very menacing person that other characters go to for help, but your version felt super different. I liked it a lot because it felt more… realistic to how people would probably react to him. I don’t know. Have a good day!

firstly im glad u enjoyed!! hehehe

wrt to my interpretation of jason — a significant influence for when i was writing wolf-king is that i can’t suspend my disbelief when people write jason as like…. this super terrifying person that other bat characters rely on to do the dirty work. its a personal thing tbc. it seems reductive to me, and also relatively divorced from reality. ur telling me that if someone needs intel they’ll go to jason over babs or helena or selina??? hmmmm me thinks not.

that in turn really shaped his relationship and interactions with dick in particular, because imo there is no world where jason would be considered a bigger threat than dick is. no way and no how. id rank jason on the same threat level as like…. a david cain or slade wilson, (though a significantly less rapey one). he’s not as well connected as ra’s, and he’s not a turbo level threat like shiva. he’s dangerous because of who he is to bruce, and what he does to achieve his goals. in particular, this passage —

jason, although he operates on a different plane of reality, is not an idiot. he would not be obtuse to the fact that dick has the upper hand in any situation because of who dick is and who he knows. that, in turn, affects how jason perceives dick and his actions. he spends a lot of time hypothesising about dicks motives, only to find out later he’d technically already been played! that’s what makes him interesting as a character to me — through his own actions, he’s isolated himself from a network, and cut himself off at the knees. by causing harm, he has reduced his ability to cause it. he is, fundamentally, only hurting himself.

[mcroutfits]

8.5/10 let us die gerard im down my knees praying for mercy. comfy summer jean jumper dress, goes well with the blue flat sneakers too, in my fantasies id add an strawberry patch or a bow somewhere but id spiral into madness at the same time

[edit: now, I did a bit more research about what this costume could probably mean or even how it could relationate to the concept of mcr5.

So here we go, this mason girl fit, including the first lady, nurse, teacher and cheerleader ones, belong to these archetypes of women who stands and develop behind a man, the cult leader, the president, the doctor, the principal or the guy who chases the cheerleader love but gets rejected respectively.

I thought I already understood what mcr5 was supposedly about, a man/soldier/vampire who is the only one to survive in some kinda modern war, ends up in literal vampire mansion and all these costumes where from other vampires who lived there blah blah blah. But now I'm so fucking concerned and I started to think about how these women's archetypes who develop some kinda power in a socially accepted way are THERE (??)

He is trying to portray committing crimes because of being brainwash by an authority?? (in this case would be Charles Manson) Is he comparing it to a soldier sent to war to "serve" his country?? But what about the other female archetypes?? It can't be this simple analogy there should be something more... or simply My Chemical Romance is sick and they all need a psychiatrist appointment which I'm gratefully going to get for them.]

[tadpolesonalgae]

Azriel x Cam-Girl!Reader: His Personal Assistant - Part 2[*]

A/N: This one’s pretty light for October, but I wanted to have a bit of fun :)

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys, exhibitionism (?)

Word Count: 3,378

-Part 1-

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Your lips part, back bowing off the bed as you tip over the edge.

The small red dot flashes, showing the camera’s still recording, and if you squint, you can see the comments rolling in. Complimenting your form, your body, your moans, everything. Occasionally a critique from a guy who probably hasn’t been within three metres of a woman, but… Well, they brought you to fame. Of course there’s going to be the occasional creep.

Your lipstick’s smudged a little from when you slapped your hand over your mouth, and you run your tongue over your teeth before sitting upright, facing the camera. “Well, that’s it for tonight guys,” you pant, your tits pressing together as you lean closer to the recorder.

“As always, exclusive content will be going up on my private channel, so if you want to see a little more of me…” You give a feline grin, as your spine arches, thighs parting a little wider to serve as a reminder of what sort of content they’ll be getting.

How much is it. why isnt it free

Exclusive contant????

Id fuc u so good bby

The usual assortment of comments roll in, and you scan for a final talking point.

You’re working a job?

Bingo.

You give a wide smile, settling back onto your knees so they have a full view of your pretty nipples and the mess decorating your thighs. “I am working a job, yes! Stuffy corporate business—lots of men who could use a little fun, if you know what I mean,” you purr, winking at the camera, shifting to be comfortable without compromising their view.

You should definitely fuck your boss

Lush shout me out!

Where u working at

The smile widens into a grin, “I should fuck my boss? I did ask you guys that, didn’t I?” You laugh, dipping your head before straightening again, feigning a little embarrassment. Human. Draw them in. “He’s a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Could really use a night out with a woman—or two,” you grin, tongue flicking out to wet your lips.

“Would you guys watch that? If I get him to fuck me?” You ask, already knowing the answers. Sure enough, the enthusiastic encouragements come spilling up the screen in rapid succession to one another. You laugh again, looking away from the camera, “well, I’m not sure if I can promise that, buuuttt…” Eyes return to the camera, looking up through your lashes, lips lifting into a feline grin. “The office I’ve been given doesn’t have any security cameras in, so… I could accidentally slip over one day… You know, happens to the best of us, sometimes,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe I could record a short little video for you guys.”

More questions spill in, asking for details, but now you’ve whet their appetite, it’s time to pull away. “Well, that’s it for tonight, everyone. Tune in next week for the stream, and get on that private channel for some additional content,” you purr, reaching forward to turn off the recorder. “Maybe I’ll do some personalised videos to someone who tips well.”

And it’s off.

You flop back into your bed, the vibrator bouncing besides you, arousal already drying on the rubbery toy. Excitement sizzles in your belly—filming yourself at work.

It could go so wrong…

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You lean over his desk, the deep V in the neck of your navy dress showing off just a little too much cleavage as you set the mug of coffee down.

To your utter irritation, he hadn’t shown any appreciation for the last one. Made by a professional! Now, you’ve taken to stopping in at different cafes, just to see if one of them can get it right. So far: nothing. Every single one has been sub-par, and it’s getting on your nerves.

It’s been nearly a full week since your first day, and you’re still no closer to cracking him. He’s almost always submerged in some sort of Matter, dealing with organising files on his computer, or stamping out email after email. Really, you don’t understand how he doesn’t bore himself to tears every day.

The only highlight has been Gabrielle who seems to be the only spark of life to exist on this miserable floor.

You’ve been on the lower ones, too, and it really is just this floor that seems to be completely devoid of any kind of life. Nobody’s talking by the water cooler, no hushed gossiping girls by the photocopier, and not even a single person waiting in the waiting room. It’s ridiculous. The only way you’re saved from insanity is the brief interactions you have with Gabe, and those are still too infrequent for you to consider yourself safe from the madness.

You sigh internally, moving onto the next stack of papers he’d made that need photocopying, swinging your hips subtly as you depart from the office. Not even the slight prickle of hairs rising at the nape of your neck to signal a sneaky peep.

Stick-in-the-mud.

Putting your bad luck aside, you begin formulating a rough outline for when you’ll have the chance to record that sweet, little video you kind of promised. Well. Technically you didn’t promise, so it’s not owed or anything, but…

It’s exciting!

Rhys had specifically told you not to—so you have to. That’s just how these things work, and he’s a fool if he doesn’t understand that appeal.

Either way, you’re looking forward to it. Fuck him if he thinks he’s going to spoil your fun.

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You slide your phone back into your bag, hastily wiping down the chair and opening the windows. You don’t want the cleaners getting any ideas, nor do you feel it would really fair to subject them to that sort of mess.

A quick sanitisation and few short spritzes of perfume later, and the room seems pretty normal. The small remote is still on the desk, vibrator deep inside your warm, wet cunt. You should probably take it out, but… It’s fun, and you could use a little excitement. Especially working long, boring hours like you currently are.

The door to your office swings open, and you spin on your heel, taking a startled step back, nearly toppling onto the desk as you do so. Your widened eyes flit to the source of the noise, just as Azriel steps over the threshold. He halts, pausing as if he hadn’t been expecting you.

With a hand over your heart, you lean fully against the desk, legs still a little weak from the orgasm. “What are you doing in here?” You ask, too rushed and too breathless to be acceptable. You clear your throat, straightening your dress—hoping you don’t smell of sweat.

Sharp hazel eyes run over your form, and it’s the most he’s looked at you since you arrived here. You’re unaccustomed to being at the centre of his attention, and all of a sudden you find yourself flushing under his scrutinising gaze.

His brow narrows, closing the door behind him, holding up the papers in his hand. “I was going to put these on your desk,” he says, moving silently across the room, aiming for where you’re leaning. “For tomorrow,” he explains.

You stiffen, then dart away—he’ll be able to smell sex on you if he gets too close, so you shift to be the opposite side of the furniture. “I was wondering which demon was sneaking those in,” you joke, bringing your gaze to meet his. It’s so piercing and intent, it’s difficult to maintain. Suddenly struggling to function under his attention. “Looks like it was you,” you smile.

Azriel’s eyes stab into you, raking beneath your skin, and you fight the urge to fidget. Instead you straighten your back, spine curving enough to push your chest out—just a little.

Your attention flicks over his shoulder to the door, which you know you locked. “Say, how did you get in here? I know I locked it so I wouldn’t be disturbed,” you ask, peering at him from across the desk. You’re now leaning the majority of your weight on the spinning chair, legs trembling slightly.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder for a dreadful second if he somehow knows. You dismiss the thought quickly. There’s no way he does. You sprayed that perfume, and it’s pretty strong. He can’t have figured it out, there’s not enough evidence to even suggest you’d been doing anything other than flicking through emails and moving files about to the correct Matter.

He pulls something from his pocket, holing it up the metal ring. “Skeleton key,” he answers, simply. You nearly blanch at the information—he could have walked in at any moment. A flicker of arousal licks between your thighs as you imagine him walking in on you like that. How would he react?

He’d probably be pissed off for potentially getting some files dirty. Typical stick-in-the-mud behaviour.

You shift on your feet uncomfortably, “so, you have access to any room in this building?”

“That is how a skeleton key works, yes.” You blink at his tone. Narrow your eyes. The dry tone…the slight tug on his lips, as if suppressing a… “Oh my god you made a— You have humour.”

You stare at him, slightly mortified the thought slipped out, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Simply raises a brow, “I’m loosely acquainted with the concept.” You stare longer, unsure how to react, lips nervously twitching up at the edges. You nod, slowly, blinking—dumbfounded.

His lips curve almost imperceptibly, and you stiffen, for once unsure what to do, how to react. He seems to have difficulty suppressing his smile as he takes in your reaction, “I had no idea humour would have such a profound effect on you.”

You snap back to reality, tightening your grip on the chair. “No, it’s not that,” you explain hurriedly. He raises a brow, lips still slightly quirked in a way that only magnifies his beauty. Classically complimenting his features.

He’s waiting for your explanation.

You flush, realising you don’t have one.

“I just…didn’t expect it, is all,” you try, concealing your wince. But the slight lift of his mouth doesn’t fade, and you realise you should be using the time to make a move on him. Drop a couple of hints. Maybe he’ll be different outside of working hours.

Azriel opens his mouth to respond, and you prepare yourself for whatever quip he’s going to surprise you with, but instead his eyes flick down to your desk. More specifically, the small remote that’s connected to the device inside of you.

Your heart actually stops in your chest for a moment, time slowing as his brow narrows, and—picks it up.

For the few seconds he examines it, you’re paralysed, holding your breath and praying for the love of god he doesn’t recognise it.

“What is this?” He asks, and you have to control the sigh of relief that wants to whoosh from your lungs. You’re saved. “I have no idea,” you lie, unable help the smile that’s graced your lips.

His brow narrows, eyes flicking to yours as he holds the remote in his large hand, making it look tiny. “It’s not yours?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself for the mistake. You should have said it was some kind of charger!

But you’re stuck now, so you nod stiffly, feigning ignorance.

His brow narrows further, flipping the device over in his hand, making you tense. If he presses one of those buttons… You don’t allow yourself to consider that path. No way.

“Are they for the lights?” He asks, peering closer at the small buttons. Seven in total, all different types of vibration. Labelled with their number, nothing else. You shrug, stepping out from behind your chair, moving to walk over to him, “no idea. I’ll drop it off at reception or something and see if they—”

He presses the the third button.

You stumble but catch yourself, thankful for the whisper-quiet motor. He won’t be able to hear anything, thank god.

Teeth dig into your lip as you halt, fingers pressing onto the hard wood of the desk, a shaky breath exhaling from your lips. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to take it from him, but you come up empty. All you can think about is the high-speed buzzing, how good it feels against your sensitive walls.

“Azriel…” you manage, unsurely, becoming temporarily breathless when those hazel eyes slice into, carving your exterior clean off. “I’m not sure it’s wise to press those if we don’t know what they do,” you argue, fairly soundly considering the situation.

He weighs your point, peering at the remote again. “Maybe if it’s on a different setting we’ll see what it is,” he says instead, and you have no time to prepare as he presses the fourth button. Your thighs tremble, nails digging into your palm.

“I’m really not sure—”

Fifth button.

You stumble backward, knees hitting your chair as you collapse down. The fall pushing the toy deeper inside of you, brushing against that wonderfully delicious spot, switching to a patterned pulse. Your teeth dig into your lip as you shift in the seat, attempting to relieve the pressure, but it only leads to the toy pushing harder into that spot, abusing it continuously as you bite back any reactions that would be off.

His attention switches to you, and you nearly come apart right then and there.

“Are you okay?” He questions, concern shining in his sharp eyes. You manage a nod, fingers digging into the arms of your chair, attempting to sit upright. You need an excuse to leave, to go to the bathroom, or something. If you don’t soon, you’re going to fall apart right before his eyes, and there’ll be no way for you to conceal that.

“Absolutely luscious,” you reply out of habit, mind too preoccupied to sift through each word, switching onto autopilot. His brow quirks, and you could really moan at the sight. Thankfully, you don’t, clamping your teeth together as you dig crescent shapes into the heel of your palm.

“Luscious?” He repeats, the letters dragging appetising from his throat, coated in something dark and syrupy, something that would melt and splash over your skin. He sounds vaguely confused, but you have no time to unpack that.

“Delicious,” you correct, weakly, “I meant delicious.”

Upon seeing his confused look, your mind whirrs and spins for an explanation. A dizzy smile makes its way to your lips, hopefully just appearing a little drowsy from a long day of hard work. “I know it’s a weird phrase. My friend and I used to say it all the time because it made us laugh.” The smile becomes a little too sleepy looking, appearing closer to blissed out. “Guess it stuck.”

For a moment, you don’t think he’ll believe you. His gaze pierces into you, and you tighten around the vibrator, bringing the sensations…deeper.

“Full of kinks and quirks, aren’t you?” He drawls, attention returning to the device, looking ready to press another button. “Maybe you should stop messing around with that,” you suggest with forced lightness. “What if it’s messing with someone’s computer?” You argue, being dragged closer and closer to the edge with every second. “I can think of at least one Director who would be pissed if someone was messing around after-hours and accidentally deleted some files.”

He gives you an indecipherable look, then says, with a little too much pride, “every single file on my computer is backed up and stored elsewhere. If someone hasn’t taken precautions, that’s their own fault.” And presses the sixth button.

If you had been standing, you would have collapsed.

As it is, your spine arches ever so slightly, and you shift in the chair again, fingers digging into the arms. The pleasure hums between your legs, and for a second you’re worried he’ll be able to see arousal dripping to the floor.

“Either way,” he says, seemingly completely unaware of the hell and heaven he’s putting you through—for better or for worse. “It doesn’t seem to be doing anything.” And sets it down on your desk.

Without thought or explanation, you snatch it up, holding the power button for three second. Blissful reprieve soothes your nerves, even as a small part wishes for her release. At the odd look he’s giving you, eyes gleaming with something you can’t read, you manage to fumble out a vague explanation for your antsy behaviour, “I’m a bit anal about things like that.”

Not your best word choice, but it’ll have to suffice.

“About strange devices and stranger buttons?” He asks, and you could hiss at him. He so nearly— You don’t even bother expending energy on what would have happened if he hadn’t put it down. How you would have come apart right before his eyes. How furious Rhys would be, if it got back to him.

You’re not sure Azriel would be the type of man your usual persuasions would work on.

So you just nod, tiredly. “It’s like with plug sockets,” you manage, albeit a bit breathlessly. “I can’t stand when they’re on but not plugged in. Seems like a waste of some kind. Bothers me.”

Azriel simply hums, making your thighs squeeze together, shifting nervously as you try to relieve the intense buzzing feeling—the memory of those delicious, rapid-fire pulses.

Your breathing begins to even out, and you reach for your bag, hoping to get out of the room as soon as possible. Escape the situation. You must seem a little too out of it, though.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Azriel asks in that usual disinterested, monotone voice. Deep and rich. You manage to nod, “slightly unaccustomed to working a nine to five,” you explain, grabbing the device. “I’ll drop this off at reception on my way out,” you mutter, silently cursing your carelessness.

He shifts, and you realise he’s checking the time, brow raising. “A seven-thirty to half-ten, is more like it,” he corrects. You nearly groan as you realise how long you’ve been in this damn building for. In fact, you do groan, covering your face with your hands.

Heat shoots straight to your cunt when he laughs—actually laughs. Deep and delicious.

Bloody hell.

He’s so…different, outside work hours.

Maybe… No. No way. It wouldn’t work.

Unless…

“How was the coffee today?” You ask, sounding a bit too casual even to your own ears. His lips quirk and that’s it. You’re done for. He’s far too attractive to be working a job like this.

Well, you’re working a job like this, so you suppose it’s not too unbelievable.

Still.

“You can do better,” he replies, a faint smirk on his mouth. Damn him. You narrow your eyes, half teasing, half entirely serious. You take pleasure very seriously, even if it’s not sexual, and it seems his coffee may be the only thing that keeps him from throttling someone in this job.

“I don’t even know what I’m aiming for, Azriel,” you point out, a genuine smile curving your lips. “How do I know you’re not just sending me on a wild goose chase to create this perfect cup, huh?”

“I suppose you’ll just have to take my word for it and keep trying,” he replies easily, amusement gleaming in his hazel eyes.

“Or,” you say, and you can’t believe you’re actually trying this. “You could give me a taste of this heavenly coffee. Firstly, to prove that it actually exists,” —you glare at him— “and secondly, to see if it’s better than the ones I’ve made.” You offer him a challenging smile, “because I’m going to be furious if I have a sip and it’s not even half-decent.”

He regards you silently, features unreadable, but you don’t retract the offer. Stand with a straightened spine, staring him down.

“Okay, then.” He relents, and you blink. Wow. Great.

Where from here?

His lips curve into a quiet smile, “I’ll show you tomorrow. Be ready to leave at five past one.”

Huh.

That settles it, then.

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[microwaveable-squish-cheese13]

🌀 promises ..

!!

this is js sm else i had in my notes too, figured id post this one since the other one didn't completely fail 😼

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley + fem!civilian!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of killing and stuff

...

you weren't pretty.

no, no...

not in his eyes. god no.

you weren't pretty.

beautiful, sure. that's a word for it. but not what he would describe you as.

you were like the summer sun on his skin, like the ripples in the water he would see at the pool he went to as a kid. you were like freezing cold water on a hot summer night.

you were like the breeze in the trees. the songs the birds would sing, only for the crickets and frogs to take over once Mother Moon rose to bathe him in her light.

you were like the reflection of the stars in his mother's eyes. the smell of strawberries in his family's kitchen.

you were his best memory.

you know how people say that you correlate certain people to certain things?

yeah.

you were everything to simon.

he saw you in everything the earth had to offer.

the way the sun set and the way it rose- it reminded him of you. of the way it would look on your skin, painting it a golden color for him to cherish.

the way the crickets chirped late at night reminded him of that one time you said that sound comforted you- helped you sleep. he smiled after that. that was the very first time you saw him smile so genuinely.

vanilla? you. simon could almost hear you tell him that vanilla was your favorite scent at some mom and pop store (you've already told him eight thousand times before). every time he would just laugh and say "noted."

these are the little things. the little itty bitty things that keep him alive.

and at night when the guns roared and his life was on a wire, he would think of these things. when his own blood smeared over his skin, tainting his body and his mind with things you'd probably leave him for.

when the head of another human was under his gun, you were what he thought of. how this action was for you- to get home to you.

if he didn't shoot this man, then how did he know this man wouldn't turn on him and keep him from fulfilling his promise to you?

"just.. come home. please?" you had whispered the night he left. simon only nodded, slipping on his mask and sighing.

"always, love. forever and always. promise."

and he'd be damned if he broke that fucking promise.

even as bullet left his gun with a shuddering snap and the man fell dead under him, he kept reminding himself this was for you. all of this pain and suffering he held on his shoulders was for you.

the woman he intended to marry.

the woman he wanted to grow old with.

the woman he would never break a promise to. never in his goddamn life.

...

sometimes when he gets home he's scared to see you.

he's not scared of you. never.

he's scared of the chance that maybe you'd finally realize all the lives he holds on his hands, that maybe when you fuck late at night that the blood on his hands will shine through and stain your beautiful skin.

stain and ruin the last perfect thing he has in his life.

he's scared that maybe, you'll realize that you're sleeping with and loving a murderer. maybe you'll turn him away once you see the blood on the mask he tries desperately to hide from you. he didn't want Ghost and Simon to mingle.

you got Simon. you never got Ghost.

he's scared that when he grows the balls to drop to one knee and solidify the bond between you that you'll turn him down. that you'll frown in disgust at this war criminal for even assuming that you'd love a creature such as him.

but deep down, he knows that's all irrational. that you'd never do such sinful things. say such hurtful things.

and he's right. you'd never.

because you were as hopelessly in love with him as he was with you.

and you promised it to him.

"i love you." were the words uttered late into the night as they laid in the shadows of their bedroom. simon almost cried every time you said that to him. the last time he'd heard that was when his nephew told it to him.

now it was you saying those three words.

three words that could tear a man like him

down to his last thread. "i love you too."

a few heartbeats later, he spoke again.

"you promise?" his voice was so soft you thought you imagined it. you tilted your head up at him. "what?"

"you promise that you love me?"

it tore him apart to ask it. it sounded to him like he was questioning your affection. but you knew he wasn't.

"yeah." you smiled, laying your head back on his shoulder.

the moon was high, smiling down and shining her light through the glass and onto them in neat squares through the window.

the crickets chirped, and the frogs croaked back as they sung their songs to the stars. somewhere out there water rippled and a dove cried, pleading out into the night about a tragedy mankind will never know about.

"i promise."

[htchnr]

01 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: his and his alone.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon.

CW ➥ rough sex ⋆ Aaron uses you for your body ⋆ Hotch is not nice!! ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ heavy use of whore at one point ⋆ possessive sex ⋆ ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 2,8k. SONG ➥ look back , diplo.

CHAPTER SUMMARY ➥ It'd been a long week on its own. He hadn't called you. Every day, your leg bounced anxiously, your eyes flicking over to the phone you kept near you. You couldn't handle the wait. He always made you wait. It was never when you wanted it, only if he felt like it. You were just a toy for him. And yet, you still had a strong attachment to him.

AUTHORS NOTE ➥ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)

on another note, i have no clue how frequently i'll update this story 😅 i'll try my absolute best though! the next chapter is already almost finished 🤭

★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

A cold winter had set in. Days were shorter, the sun barely shone through dismal clouds. Your mood shifted to the worst in the past month. Work became less bearable and you loathed roaming the streets in the dark when it was just six pm.

It'd been a long week on its own. He hadn't called you. Every day, your leg bounced anxiously, your eyes flicking over to the phone you kept near you. You couldn't handle the wait. He always made you wait. It was never when you wanted it, only if he felt like it.

You were just a toy for him.

And yet, you still had a strong attachment to him.

No one made you feel the way he made you feel. Since the first time you met him at the bar, since he charmed his way into your apartment, into your pants, you couldn't get him out of your mind. You gave him your number after the sex that day, hastily scrawling the numbers onto a scrap of paper from your nightstand as he jumped into his slacks, buttoning them with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

While you stood naked before him, holding the paper out, under his nonchalant gaze as he contemplated taking it, you wanted so desperately for him to take it. You'd gnawed at your lip, which he watched with mild interest before he took the paper impassively, telling you he'll probably call you and he was out the door.

Only for him to call you the next day. For him to call you each day, show up at your apartment leaned against the doorframe with sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging between slightly parted lips, unlit. For him to leave you a sobbing mess in bed and sore all over, just to see you again the next day.

For him to take you to a high you'd never experienced before, taking away all other senses and just overflowing your mind and body with him. His teeth. His lips. His dick. His filthy words in your ears that broke your heart while simultaneously leaving you spasming on him.

He made you his, and you let him.

So, the one day you decided to let yourself have fun, to join your friends after having not seen them in weeks, you tried to get him off your mind. You forced yourself to leave your phone in your pocket as you had a glass of wine in hand and a canvas in front of you. Painting relaxed you. The mix of blues and whites and greys on your blank slate, creating art, you let your mind melt into the process. For the first time in two months, you had gone longer than ten minutes without thinking of him. After twitching your hands all week to call him, to beg him to see you, you felt at peace.

And then your phone buzzed.

You froze in your chair, listening to the buzzing. When your friends looked at you, when you feared this was your only chance to have him, you excused yourself to the bathroom and pulled your phone out of your pocket. The familiar caller ID almost had your knees buckle, heart fluttering, so you put the toilet seat down and sat on it, putting your phone to your ear.

"Took you long enough to answer."

You let out an unsteady breath, relieved and tense to hear his voice again. Your thighs pressed together and you cleared your throat. "Sorry, I'm out with friends."

"Not available?" His dismissive tone made you lurch forward as if you could physically grab him and pull him to you. You shook your head, not that he could see.

"No, I can be available. When do you want to meet?"

"I'm on my way to your apartment. Be there in ten."

The line clicked after that. You laid the phone on your lap, hand pressed to your mouth. God, you were such a terrible friend for what you were about to do. Slowly, you came out of the bathroom, walked to your friends as they laughed over some joke, and shyly told them you had to leave. You received concerned and confused looks, but you just told them it was a work thing. You grabbed your coat and apologized. Their goodbyes sat in the back of your mind the second the door closed behind you and you hastily walked away.

You were so easy. Your schedule cleared up whenever he called. You really abandoned your friends for a fuck.

Nine minutes later, your building's elevator opened onto your floor. There he was, leaned against the wall with his shoulder, eyes on you. His face was blank, even as you came up to the door with your keys in hand. No sunglasses, for it was already evening and the sun was long gone. His judging half-lidded gaze was in full view, your hand shaking and you bit your cheek as you opened the door.

Your heart raced in your chest, walking into the apartment first with him following you in. He closed the door behind him. You turned to him to ask if he wanted anything to drink out of obligation, but he walked straight to your bedroom, shedding his jacket and throwing it onto your sofa as he did. Like an obedient dog, you trailed after him.

He kicked off his shoes and you followed suit as you made your way to his side.

Your heart raced when he stopped at the foot of your bed, turning to you. His hands already reached out before you could completely stop in front of him, pulling your coat off of you. You raised your hands and your shirt followed next. He grabbed your ass and you leaped into his hold, letting him bring you down onto the bed before he crawled over you. His hands expertly unbuttoned your pants, pulling down both your pants and underwear. Left in just your bra, your chest heaved from the sudden squeeze to your thighs.

He placed a kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hands up the back of your thighs before pulling them apart. His kisses trailed down the valley of your breasts, biting gently at the mound as his fingers spread your cunt to the cool air. You whined, thighs threatening to close, but unable to with his body keeping them from completely shutting. He still gave you a look from your attempt.

You shuddered, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed circles on your clit. One finger teased at your opening, the sound of your juices coating his finger and rubbing back against you filled the silence. His eyes narrowed just the slightest, judging you.

"Do you want me to stop?" You shook your head. "Then, keep your legs open."

You muttered a "yes, sir," prompting him to rub your clit faster, coating your opening with your juices. A finger would teasingly slip into your entrance, rub against your wall, only to pull back out and wipe your slick on you. His lips pulled down slightly.

"You're already so wet. I'm barely touching you." He pressed the flat of his palm against you, digging the heel of his palm on your clit. You bucked uselessly against it, his other hand quick to hold your hips down, to keep you under his control. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," voice breathy, you nodded.

He brought his face close to yours, face a blank slate once more. "Then, beg."

So, you did. You begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you completely and with no restraint. You were his. Please, please. With each pitiful plea that fell from your lips, he rubbed your clit faster. He pushed two fingers into you and fucked you hard just like that. You writhed, unable to buck into his touch, head falling into the pillow and back arching.

He didn't stop, not until you came around his fingers. And you did. He knew just how to vary the pace and intensity with just his fingers, thumb rubbing hard circles into you, to get you to your climax in record time. Aaron Hotchner knew your body. He kept it up while you spasmed around his fingers, while you cried out with quivering lips.

You stilled limply, catching your breath as he pulled his fingers out of you. He stood on his knees, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, toned stomach flexing with the movement. You propped yourself on your elbows, covered in slick sweat, watching him shimmy his pants down and toss them off the bed with his boxers following suit. Like usual, your mouth watered at the full sight of his naked body.

"On your knees."

It was a struggle, but you did as told. You knew the routine. Your hands reached for the headboard, arching your back into the bed as your ass rose higher. He smacked your ass, making you wince from the rough play, but your breath hitched as he splayed his hands over your back. You felt him lean over you, unclasping your bra. The straps slid down to your elbows, your boobs bouncing freely without its binding.

He roughly squeezed your boobs, chest pressed to your back as he lazily rubbed himself against you. His long shaft rubbed electricity against your cunt, the friction on your clit mesmerizing. Face next to your ear, his hot breaths hit your ear, all these sensations made your head loll back, his breathing much more clear to you.

"Aaron," you breathily said.

He squeezed your boobs one more time before one hand dropped between you to line his dick up to your cunt. No warning was given when he bottomed out, your back arching as your shoulders pressed into his collarbone, a sharp cry leaving your lips. He didn't wait on you, a sharp exhale from his mouth as he started to thrust.

You gripped the headboard tightly, biting your lips to muffle the filthy moans that tried to escape you. The headboard slammed against the wall, the mattress squeaking as unholy obscenities spilled out of you. Only Aaron could do this to you.

He didn't like you biting down your moans. Aaron pinched your nipple, twisting it hard and your mouth fell open in a pained moan. His lips right next to your ear, he hissed, "Don't you dare fucking hold back. Fucking scream."

He wrapped one hand around your throat, pulling you up into his chest. Your bra completely slipped off your arms, falling listlessly at your knees. He fucked up into you, one hand between your folds to roughly rub at your clit. His hand was hot against your neck. You bounced in his hold, moans climbing higher and higher.

You came around him, the second orgasm of the night. Reaching behind you, you buried your fingers into his hair, his moans right in your ear and mixing with the sick sounds of sex the two of you made. Your walls spasmed around him, tears coming down your cheeks from the intensity of it all.

He pushed his mouth against your ear. "Is this what you want?"

You nodded.

"Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless."

"I want you-" you shuddered from the overstimulation, earning a squeeze of your throat and a pinch to your clit. You squirmed, forcing yourself to say it all in one, short breath. "I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you Hotchner."

"Atta girl," he smacked your cunt. "That's right."

You continued to stroke his ego. "I'm yours. I'm all yours."

"Yes. Yes." He groaned, perfectly pleased to hear that. "You belong to me."

"Aaron-" You felt another coil building. He was so rough with you, you couldn't help but become putty in his hands. At the sound of his name, he rose one finger from your throat, tilting your head back, feeling you swallow nothing. "I'm gonna-"

"Cum," he ordered. He licked a stripe up your neck. "Cum on my dick, again, you stupid slut."

You shivered, back arching as you came. The third time and he still had yet to come. You really were as easy as he said you were. Aaron knew your body. He knew what made you belong to him.

He moaned out a breathy laugh in your ear. "You little whore. You're so fucking horny." He nosed your cheek, nibbling at your ear. "You're my whore. Got it?"

You nodded, well-spent but he didn't stop inside you. Tears poured down your face, your body sweaty and you were so unbearably hot. Your slick back rubbed his slick chest. Every thrust was wet and sloppy, your juices making a mess on your thighs.

Lip quivering, you repeated what he said with confidence. "I'm your whore."

"Yeah, you are." His thrusts grew wilder, more erratic. "Yeah, you fucking are. Mine."

"Aaron-"

"My fucking dirty whore." His hand squeezed at your throat, leaving you gasping in his hold. "You fucking belong to me."

Your hands fell from his, wrapping around the wrist that squeezed your life out of you. You didn't try to pull him off of you, feeling another orgasm coming. Dots spotted along your vision, it was getting harder to breathe. He fucked into you hard.

"Your body is mine to fuck." He rubbed your clit hard with two fingers, not even in circles anymore. Just rough rubbing in a straight line. Your clit tinged in pain from overstimulation, you choked for air. "Nobody else can fuck you like I do."

You nodded as best as you could in agreement. He was right. Aaron knew your body, knew what to make you tick and squirm and cry and moan. He knew how to make you keel, how to beg for him. He knew what exactly made you the whore that you were. And it was all by his hand, for him, and only for him.

His hand squeezed impossibly tighter around you. Together, you came for the fourth time as Aaron fucking Hotchner fucked his seed into you. Warm, white liquid spilled into your walls, your cunt milking him with each spasm. He fucked you through your high, through his, with wild thrusts.

As he came, his grasp on your throat loosened to a mere hold, and your orgasm heightened from the sudden influx of oxygen into your lungs. You slumped against him, his dick no longer spilling his cum into you. He softened in you, still fucking for another moment before he completely let you go.

You flopped forward onto the bed, letting the sheets cool your body off. He pulled out of you, his cum spilling out of you. You shivered as the air kissed against your wet body, blanketing you in a chill. Weakly, you turned over onto your back.

You wanted Aaron Hotchner to kiss you.

You wanted him to hold you close and massage your thighs and praise you. For him to whisper sweet nothings about you--to you.

He sat at the edge of your bed, pants in hand as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket. You didn't have it in you to ask him not to smoke in here, not as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. His back muscles flexed as he reached down and grabbed his clothes, as he stuffed his dick into his boxers and shimmied into his pants. Covered in sweat, but not as much as you were, he zipped the front of his pants.

Your eyes lit with hope, as they always did when he turned to you and held his cigarette out of his mouth between pinched fingers. His face was blank, with no emotion whatsoever. Like always, you gulped, chest heaving and trying to catch your breath as he looked you over. Kept his eyes on your spread legs where his seed spilled out of you.

He took another long drag, turning away from you. "You should get yourself cleaned up."

And like all the other times, he left you a mess on the bed. The apartment door clicked shut in the distance and your gaze drifted to the ceiling. He made you wait a week, just to fuck you and leave, again.

And, like all the other times, you'd wait for his call the next day. And the next.

Aaron knew you. He knew you were addicted. Nobody else would ever get the chance to fill your heart, not like he did.

You were his.

[missgryffin]

lying in wait

Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶 below + AO3

November 3, 1981

The cottage is silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hall, and it’s already pitch dark, with only the faint glow of street lamps and budding moonlight shining in through rain-slicked windows. 

Lily draws up her knees to her chest where she sits on the sofa, peering mindlessly into blurry windowpane. She doesn’t remember the last time she walked aimlessly down a road, or went into a shop. Sometimes, on stormy autumn nights like this, she wonders if she ever will again. 

Footsteps tumble down the stairs, then come to an abrupt halt. 

“Lil?” She can see his shadowed outline, one hand in his hair. “You just…sitting in the dark?”

She shrugs, though he probably can’t see, and asks, “Harry went down alright, then?” 

James chuckles to himself as he crosses the room, picking his way around the furniture until he drops onto the sofa next to her. “After reading every book twice and playing the Snitch game for thirty minutes…yes.” He leans closer, grinning. “Our son is asleep.” 

She rests a hand on his scruffy cheek. “It’s only supposed to be ten minutes of the Snitch game,” she teases him. 

“I know,” James sighs. “But he asked for ten more.” 

Lily snorts. “What, and then ten more after that?” 

He throws his hands weakly in his lap. “Wha—am I supposed to say no to the kid? He looks just like me!” 

She falls into him, a laughing heap, and for a moment, they simply giggle deliriously together. It’s nice. It’s normal. Or at least a sliver of it.

James cuddles her into him, and Lily breaths him in. They’ve lost so many over the few years since Hogwarts, but they still have each other. She clings on to that, to him.

“I love you,” she says into his chest. 

He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, too.”

A stretching silence; a heavy sigh. “It’s his birthday.” 

“I know,” James murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about him.” 

Lily peels herself off his chest and swings a leg over his lap, sitting with her arms looped around his neck. How many conversations have they had over the years while sitting just like this? How many more will they get? 

“He said he’d be in touch by today.” Her mind won’t stop racing. “What if this was a bad id—” 

“It wasn’t,” James cuts her off. “Besides.” A heavy sigh. “It was…our only idea.”

“Do you think…” She pauses, plays with his hair. “Do you think we…did the right thing?” 

He sits up straighter, pulling her closer against him. “You’re the only two people in my life I know I can trust completely,” he says. “So yeah, I think we did.” 

There’s no use rehashing it again; they’ve done that enough. Yes, he now has a target on his back, but it’s not like he wasn’t already a target before. No, it couldn’t have been anyone else—not Albus, who knows more than he’s saying; not Remus, whom Albus and Sirius both suspect; and not Peter, who’s been looking exhausted and strung-out from the night-shift reconnaissance he’s been assigned. Yes, he had to leave. And no, it wasn’t cowardly to do so.

Granted, that last bit had taken a not insignificant amount of convincing (damned Gryffindor), but he eventually came around to their idea. Staying around in England with Voldemort sure to be onto him was certain death. But why not take advantage of being top of Voldemort’s mind? Why make it easy, when instead he could make it hard? Give the Order a leg up? Let them use him (or rather, the idea of him) as bait to lure and manipulate all the Death Eaters looking for him, and maybe even root out the spy in the process? And really, if anyone was going to lead Voldemort on a wild goose chase, setting traps and lying in wait, who better than Sirius Black?

Still, she worries. She can’t help it. And she knows James worries too, even if he does do a better job of hiding it. 

There’s only one thing left to do, really; only one way to pass the time sufficiently distracted from racing thoughts. James must read her mind, because he’s all eager hands and excited tongue when she kisses him. Maybe it’s unhealthy, how much they’ve used sex to cope the past year. But when his mouth feels like this and hair’s in her hands…she’s not sure she cares.

“Prongs!”

They jump, springing apart like they’re fifth years caught after curfew. James swears under his breath as they fumble to right the clothes they’d started shoving aside before he reaches for the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.

“Padfoot!” 

Lily frantically feels around the sofa for her wand. 

“Why’s it so dar—oh, don’t tell me you were just—”

“We were waiting for you,” James covers. 

“Mate. That’s worse. Just say you were shagging.” 

“Well, we weren’t yet.”

“Hi, Sirius.” She brandishes her now-glowing wand, recovered from the seam between the cushions. 

“Lily! Looking rumpled as ever!” 

She yanks her cardigan back up her shoulder as she scolds, “Shut it.”

“I miss you, too.” 

They can only see Sirius’s chin in frame, and it seems like he’s moving around. 

“Happy birthday, man,” James says.

“Thanks.” 

“Where are you?” 

“Hang on—I have to show you—ready?” 

“Yeah?” 

His face comes into view and Lily instantly gasps. 

Sirius grins. “Like it?” 

His once shoulder-length hair’s been chopped off stylishly short in a fresh cut that makes him look like old Hollywood charm in that loose button-down he has on. 

“Damn, Pads!” 

“I…barely recognize you,” Lily stammers. 

“Well.” He adjusts the mirror closer to his face. “That’s sorta the point.” 

A heavy pit settles in her stomach. 

“How you been?” James asks. “Travel go okay?” 

“Yeah, fine.” Sirius shrugs. “I’ve been doing things the Muggle way—that Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.’s finally paying off, who woulda thought.”

“Where are you now?”

The mirror turns around, panning over an ocean-side city lit up with lights through a set of patio doors. “Cannes,” he says, and Lily hears the grin in his voice. The mirror turns back to his face. “I have access to money here, dad’s side of the family, in the French bank. And I figure…” He flops back atop a hotel bed, one hand beneath his head. “If Voldemort wants to come get me, he’ll just have to bring his snakey arse down to the beach, won’t he?”

They all bust up into snorting, wheezing laughter. It’s not normal; none of it’s normal. But laughing with her husband and their best friend like this is the closest to normal she’s felt in a long time, and she thinks, if this is how life has to be for awhile, she can live with it.

[healmyhrt]

⌗ a kiss goodnight, m. sturniolo

boss!matt x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had this uncontrollable tension with your boss, matthew, but you know nothing could ever happen because—well—he’s your boss. but could his feelings be deeper than you may have determined?

disclaimers!: flirting, fluff, kissing, cursing, use of y/n

a/n: there’s a lot of time skips ik 🧍🏽‍♀️ just SHHHHHHHHH and read the story babe :3 | also i call him “matthew” at first bc he’s her boss obviiii

my heels echo the hallway as i make my way toward matthew’s office. i stop in front of his open door, and see him sitting at his desk, glasses on, very focused.

i knock twice gently, and he peers over his computer screen to look at me. “sir?” i say with a sweet smile.

matthew removes his glasses, and shuts his laptop.

i now get a better look at him.

he looked exhausted. his tie was untied. and hanging over his minimally unbuttoned shirt. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and had tiny stains of black, probably from pen ink.

“oh—yes. sorry, i lost track of time. what time is it?”

i glance at the watch on my wrist, and back at him. “12:03.” i say, seeing his eyes widen. he begins to stand, and gather his belongings—until he stops. he sighs, and falls back into his chair. “sir,” i start. “are you okay?”

he runs his hands down his face, and looks at me.

“have a seat, miss.” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. i quickly walk over to them, smoothing out the back of my skirt as i sit. i dust off the front of my skirt, and look up at him with a smile.

we sit in silence, and he stares at me, arms crossed.

“you are aware of the company dress code, yes?” he glances at my skirt. normally, my skirt is down to my knees or past it. but my normal skirts were either dirty or in the dry cleaning, so i had to wear a different one.

this one had a slit up half of my thigh on the left side.

“i didn’t have any clean skirts, and this was my only other one, which i use for clubbing…” i look at the floor.

“you go clubbing?” he says in a sarcastic tone.

i scoff. “don’t sound so surprised, sir.” i fold my arms. he laughs, and, stares at the slit on my leg. “im actually going tonight.” i say. he smiles, and continues to stare.

i sigh, interrupting my thoughts. “may i go?”

matthew snaps back into reality, and nods rapidly, still staring. i stand, and begin to walk to the door. i glance back at him, and he’s holding his head in his hands, looking at his desk. i stop at the door. “um—sir?”

“yes?” he sits up, holding intense eye contact with me.

“would you like to… come with?” i question.

he stares at me for a moment, like i had just asked the most stupid question imaginable. “sure. why not?”

matthew parks the car on the side of the street, and puts the car in park. he unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at me. i stare back, and purse my lips together.

interrupting the staring contest, i speak.

“you didn’t have to drive us, y’know?” i look out the window. he shrugs with a smile. “it’s the least i could do since you invited me out tonight.” he opens the door.

i begin to unbuckle my seat belt, and as i place my hand on the door handle, matthew was already opening it.

he places a hand out for me to grab, and i share a small smile, placing my hand on top of his hand. his long fingers tighten over my hand, and i step out of the car.

“thank you.” i say, stepping onto the sidewalk. he nods slightly, and gestures toward the open pavement.

“well, lead the way.”

i hold my handbag against my skirt, my heels clicking on the concrete with each step. we arrive at two tall black double doors, and the security guard outside smiles at me.

he steps aside, opening the door, and i glance back at matthew, his eyebrows raised. “why did he not ask for your ID?” he follows me to a table.

“i come here quite a lot.” i say as matthew pulls out my chair for me to sit. as i seat myself, he does the same across from me.

he stares at me, and that awkward silence between the two of us starts again. i sigh, “my friend should be here any moment, sir.” he chuckles.

“call me matt.”

i raise my eyebrows, a smile forming on my lips. he definitely notices. “okay, matt.” i grin.

i hand touches my back, and i look up to see my best friend, carmen. “carmen!” i shout, leaning into the hug.

she grins widely, looking over at matt. i look at him, and he gives carmen a small smile. “this is my boss, matt.”

her eyes widen at his name, and she holds her hand out. “carmen. a pleasure. ive heard a lot about y—.” i slightly nudge her side with my elbow, and she purses her lips together.

“im gonna get a drink. want anything?” she asks, placing her purse in a free chair. matt stands, straightening his shirt.

“i’ll get drinks, you two catch up.”

carmen smirks at me, and moves her purse, sitting. “well, okay mr boss man.” she laughs. i roll my eyes.

“i’ll have a martini.” carmen smiles. matt nods, and looks over at me. “and for the lady?” i push my tongue to the inside of my cheek with a little beam.

“just a beer. drinking light tonight.” matt looks at me for a moment, studying me, and finally shrugs.

“you’re the boss.” he says before walking away.

carmen places her hands on my shoulders, turning me toward her. “girl! that’s your boss you always tell me about?” i shrug.

“he’s a hot little thing, huh?” she says, staring at him from her seat. i sigh. “unfortunately.” i reply.

she turns back to me. “oh, you like him.” she smirks.

“what? no—i don’t! besides, he’s my boss. nothing could ever happen between us.” i stare at him.

“mhmmmm.” carmen eggs on. i roll my eyes, as matt approaches our table again. “alright,” he starts.

“a martini for carmen, a beer for y/n, and a root beer for me.” i stare at him while his veiny hands untwist the top.

“a root beer?” carmen questions. “designated driver.” matt says, after a swallow of his drink. i sip my beer, holding eye contact with him.

“okay… well i’m gonna go holler at that guy over there, you guys keep doing whatever you do.” carmen inputs, standing.

i leave the women’s bathroom, and matt’s standing there holding my purse and his coat. “ready to go?” he asks.

i nod, as he opens his coat, letting my slide my shoulders under it. he places a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the door.

we walk down the sidewalk, matt holding a tight grip on me so i don’t fall. i did not infact drink just one beer. carmen and i had about eight and it wasn’t pretty.

he opens the car door for me, helping me into my seat and buckling me up. i groan as matt enters the other side of the car, and smiles at me. “you good?” he says through a chuckle.

i nod, and smile, staring at him. matt smiles back at me, and starts the engine to warm up the car.

the car comes to a stop outside of apartment building, and i sigh heavily. “according to the waze, this is you.”

i give him a look, and he just stares at me. we continue to stare at each other for a long moment before i decide to break the silence. “you’re so pretty.” his eyes widen.

“holy shit.” it was like me saying that had snapped me into sobriety. i quickly gather my things, and place my hand on the car door handle.

“y/n, wait.” matt’s words were silenced by me shutting the door. i hear another door shut as i step onto the sidewalk.

i keep walking up my steps, all the way to my door.

“y/n, please.” he places a hand on my forearm. i slowly turn around and look at the pavement. “i’m so sorry.”

matt sighs, placing a finger to my chin, tilting it up at him. he stares at my lips, and leans in. i quickly wrap my hands around his neck, matt wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me in closer.

to anyone on the street this would look like a movie scene or a really romantic couple. but in reality, i was a drunk mess kissing my boss, whose probably embarrassed of me now.

i quickly pull away, and he gives me a confused look.

“what’s wrong?” i sigh. “this isnt real. im just drunk, and you’re just my boss who feels sorry for his drunk and embarrassing coworker.” i open my purse, fumbling my hand around for my keys.

i try to open the door, and matt places his hand on mine.

“this is real, y/n. drunk actions are just sober thoughts, right?” he attempts to comfort me. “but you’re not drunk.” i reply.

he kisses me again. “exactly.”

[stevie-petey]

How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

[mindofadoll]

Since you asked so nicely <3

Id love to take you to a random college party to which I oh so desperatly begged begged you you come but ofc you felt something was off because of how much I was prodding and begging you to come with me- and didn't feel like it. But you brushed it away and now you're getting dressed doing my makeup and I do yours.

Eventually I take you there and there's alot of ppl. Not a man in sight all girls dressed in pretty dresses and slutty outfits.

So far so good.

You even start to like the atmosphere giving up on wanting to go home. However I hand you a drink and then another, and another. It's booze ofc you drink it not thinking much of it. And as you feel the alcohol hit your nerves and make you woozy- I'd so graciously take you. You'll think I'm just taking you home but that's when you realize youre in the basement of the house. Still- dazed and buzzed you don't even feel it when i tie you face down on a table. Securing your wrists and ankles with zipties. An uncomfortable position you whine and squirm under as I coo to you to stay still even though you probably didn't hear that. As time passed and I'm done securing you up like a pretty little present on a table, ass up, knees wide apart as your chest touches the cold table you sober up. That's when you see and realize the zipties cutting at your skin, the silhouettes of people all around you. The girls from the party. You're the prize darling. Matter of fact you're the life of the party. The main course. The big present everyone's waiting for. As you start to panic I tell you "it's alryt, we'll all be gentle okay?" As I run the tip of my box cutter grazing your spine down to your cunt slightly nicking your inner thigh as you yawp in panic. I cut apart your pretty dress like the wrapping of my gift as I tell the rest of the pretty ladies to join in. That's when you'll start to feel the rest of the girls and females' arms grabbing at you, at your dress as you cry and sob and beg me to stop yanking at the restraints. They're all getting a chance at cutting away at your dress like a birthday cake and unwrapping their present with both sweet and soft hands as well as calloused hands that prod at your leaking cunt. Running their slick covered fingers up and down your folds.

"You're liking this aren't you pretty girl?"

You're soaking already so you can only imagine how everyone is riled up, excited and ready. How'd you feel when they're all teasing and grabbing you, using your holes, fitting they're girlcocks straps and fingers slaming them all at once because they're all too impatient raping and abusing all of you. While all you could do is cry and watch me, your good friend- or so you thought, laugh and use you as well. "Hope you don't mind bunni, i didn't know how to ask you. Everyone's have a good time anyways." I coo inbetween.

I even whisper a tiny thank you cuz all my friends are enjoying you while you're shaking tremoring. You'll eventually settle in after hours of it unable to count how many time you came or everyone else came in you. It’s going to be so embarrassing when you cum on your rapists cocks and straps for the first time. Sobbing and begging as you’re split apart like a cheap fucksleeve, unable to keep a moan from escaping while you’re pumped full like some cheap whore. Pain turning into pleasure as you try to deny how good you feel. How wrong it truly is but here you are. Broken and braindead. Just a pretty little thing. Just a hole.

But dw I'll get you new clothes and ice cream afterwards ♡

This is so hot I'm shaking. I've always fantasized about being shared, but how you laided this out for me is so hot. Sorry for not responding to this sooner. Honestly I was thinking about keeping this for myself.

[starsomens]

Homeboy is probably ready. He has already read all the books on the topic, hell maybe even read something like 'When There Is No Doctor' which is a real book btw by Gerard S. Doyle and good. He's nervous cause a lot of shit can happen but he's ready. Called 911 first, called the police, and after just got ready to assist you as best he could. Btw that would be an interesting little story..😬

@nyxthedestroyerofworlds HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE very short but you get the gist

“I need to push now”

Noah stops completely in his tracks

“…what?”

Currently at exactly 40 weeks pregnant, just about 3 days past your date you had finally gone into labor. You didn’t tell Noah until he had gotten home since you started laboring around the morning and wanted to surprise him. Of course you’re weren’t able to since you started to get the strong contracts plus your water breaking, which was clear enough what was happening

Noah had demanded you sit down while he went and get the hospital bag and anything else you might need. He helped you change into a pair of sweats and one of his shirts and got your slippers on. He had gone the bag both of your IDs and wallets and the car keys. Right when he was at the door and ready to open it and leave ready to welcome your baby, the world you stayed, sat in your place.

“Babe come on your water broke and we can’t be wasting anymore time we have to get to the hospital” you were right your husband was a lot more nervous than you were. But all honesty you just could not get up. Even if you have forced yourself, you stayed in your place and you knew what was happening.

“ we’re not gonna make it to the hospital. This baby is gonna be in the car or here, but definitely not in the hospital.” you try to keep your cool to your body, knowing that you would not make it in the hospital. The pain only increased, and the time between them decreased it felt like you were on a roller coaster that kept elevating and elevating you can see where it finally stops and you knew what was gonna happen.

“Noah…” you pant “ the baby’s coming now and we have to stay here and call an ambulance because I don’t want to deliver our child on the road” tell him in a more demanding tone mostly out of sheer fear and pain mixed in

“Okay….okay okay! Hold on!” he dropped whatever he was holding and runs up into his studio. He grabs a couple of items and comes running back downstairs. His phone is between his shoulder and his ear as he speaks into the microphone “ she said that she’s not gonna make it to the hospital and we might have to deliver here…. Yeah that’s the right address….mhm this is my phone… okay”

He sets down some books and opens them to specific pages as he sits on the floor in front of you. He put the phone on speaker and rest his large hands on your knees.

“Princess, on the phone with a paramedics they’re on their way right now just in case they’re single phoning case we have to deliver the baby and have the books that I read on childbirth so in case, if things do escalate, I’ll have to deliver the baby okay?” he said it in a whispered tone. He felt like he was in controlled the situation, but he still felt like it was so spontaneous and he was honestly scared.

You nod your head as your breath starts to hitch once more, Noah takes your hand in his and lets you squeeze as hard as you needed

"Ah Noah! I-it's coming!" Noah grabbed a towel he brought with him and some pillows, he helps you to kneel on the floor and hold on to his shoulder while he held the rest of your weight. He hated to hear your screaming and clawing at his shoulder in pain, but he knew he had to help you get through this.

“Come on Y/N, you got this I’m right here” he held you up and made sure to keep a hand underneath you in case anything were to just happen suddenly.

“Fuck Noah! Ah it hurts!” Your lung empty whatever sir was left in a loud scream. You’re going to have explain to the neighbors what happened tonight

“I know baby, but you’re almost there come on! I’m right here” he was red to encourage you while also giving himself the confidence. After about 4-6 pushes on the 7th you give a final push and Noah catches your baby. Mucus, blood, cries and all you had given both and your husband delivered your baby on your living room floor in just a few pushes. Noah had gotten some extra soft and warm towels to keep your baby warm from the coolness of the home, while he turned the temperature up. Just in time the paramedics arrived and gotten you into the ambulance with Noah to take you to the hospital to be checked out.