#the fucking sock garters are going to kill me

[allright]

nanami btw. if you even care /lh

feeling sooooo abnormal right now. i desire him carnally

[dykesynthezoid]

Writing wlw/mlm hostility Nami and Zoro + implied zosan and loving my life. Frankly.

Sneak peak:

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Bereft of ideas and overwhelmed with frustration, Nami found herself with the steadying firmness of the aft deck under her back. She’d retreated to the piece right at the stern where hardly anyone ever went unless it was for something incredibly specific. Unfortunately, hardly anyone didn’t include Zoro.

“What’re you doing, witch?” he asked, suddenly coming into view above her. He looked annoyingly sweaty and a little constipated, as usual. Nami knew he often liked to train back here, despite the fact he now had an entire room he could use just for that up in the crow’s nest.

“What does it look like?” she asked primly.

“Um. Looks like you’re lying on the deck with your arms crossed over your chest and glaring up at the sky like it owes you money. So, I don’t know. Sulking?”

“Hah,” Nami scoffed. “Our resident broodingest swordsman accuses me of sulking. That’s rich.”

Zoro blinked dully at her.

“You have a whole training room in the crow’s nest, you know,” she added after a moment. “Up a long ladder, on top of the foremast? Do you need directions? You’ve never been good with those.”

“Uh huh.” Zoro scratched his chin lightly, looking out at the midday sun. “C’mon. I’m busy. What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, he’s busy,” Nami grumbled to herself, only partly for his benefit.

Zoro kicked her lightly in the side with his dirty, salt-crusted boot.

“Hey!” Nami squawked, jerking away and batting aggressively at his shins with a fist. If he felt any of the impact, he didn’t show it. “What is wrong with you?” She resettled on the deck, brushing off the dirt and salt now on her shirt with a haughty sniff. “Sanji would kill you if he saw that.”

Above her, Zoro huffed, his arms crossed. “The shit-idiot is welcome to try.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nami said, waving him off. She shook her head where it still rested against the wooden planks, then was graced with a sudden thought. “You know, maybe if you fucked him already it would, like, fix him. It’s worth a shot.”

Zoro narrowed his eyes at her, tips of his ears going coral-red, but steeled himself enough to prevent any further signs of embarrassment. Luckily, Nami had long since learned to read between the lines of his glaring and pouting and sword-swinging.

“Think the sun’s gone to your head,” Zoro growled, but he was still moving to bend down fluidly onto his knees, joining her on the deck.

“I’m being serious,” Nami told him, raising her eyebrows. “Think of how many problems you could solve if you just nut up and suck a dick.”

Zoro looked almost pained at that, frowning as he sprawled out next to her on the wood.

“I know, I know,” Nami sighed, as if he’d answered her. She didn’t really need his input, anyway. “It’s the dick in question that’s the problem. Not that I want to think about it anymore than I have to, but I really do imagine it would do you both good. But you’re right, getting there might require actual communication, god forbid.”

Zoro was studying her quietly, peering at her through the shadows the late afternoon sun left on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said slowly, as stubborn as ever but sounding more like he was testing her out than outright denying anything.

Nami turned her head to look over at him, grain of the wood pressing into the back of her head. “Fine,” she said after a moment. “I suppose you could just wait until the next time you accidentally get a glimpse of his sock garters and almost brain yourself with a dumbbell because every ounce of that famed physical awareness has suddenly fled your body through your dick; that makes sense.”

Zoro only grunted in response, reaching out a hand to fiddle with the end of her long, thin belt that had flopped out onto the deck when she laid down. Nami allowed it, seeing as he was almost always easier to talk to when his hands were occupied.

“Is it about the cook? Whatever’s wrong with you, I mean?” he asked, apparently having grown wise to her deflections.

Nami sighed, tugging her lip reticently between her teeth even as she was forced to accept that the jig was up. “It’s Robin,” she said finally. “She thinks I should— Come out to him, I guess.”

[stagbeetleboy]

On the topic of men in suits, I am impartial to the top half of the outfit, but oh my god black pants and shiny black shoes combo is godly. Especially with matching socks and slutty slutty sock garters.

I don’t fucking care about the shirt and the suit jacket, show me your thighs in those pants.

Keep your shoes on baby girl or I’m going to kill you

[girlwithwolftatoo]

....moon boy....in shibari....and reader's being there staring at them with a tiny remote for a vibro.....

I'd wish I could draw better 'cause the mental picture of this is making a havoc in my feelings...

Moon Boys + the noble art of shibari

Steven Grant:

*Of course we start with the softest boy. Steven knows (surprisingly) a thing or two about shibari, mostly because he sees it like the pinacle of visual erotism and, at the same time, a very original artistic performance.

*He gladly accepts to be your "Guinea pig", though he's nervous (it's his first time, after all) and makes a lot of funny comments that shows how anxious he actually is.

*"Steven, if you want me to stop..." "Whot? No, no, no, please keep going...I'm fine, I swear, it's just... well, isn't this funny? I must look like a ham"

*The only thing he shares with a ham is how delicious he looks once he's well tied up.

*I highly recommend to use a bullet vibrator. It's tiny, is easy to place in different positions, and it can be used at first like a teasing massage.

*Just imagine the gorgeous scene: Steven moaning and drooling while you turn on the toy and change speeds just to enjoy of his slow falling into ecstasy. And dear if he isn't a very vocal boy...

*Recommended shibari way: like the perfect english gentleman he is, you want him half-dressed (shirt, underwear -for now -and a pair of socks just if he wears them along with sock garters/holders, IDK, I think he'd look lovely), in a mix of box and frog tie.

Marc Spector:

*Look at him. This man had been tied up in a lot of forms and by a diversity of objects. You gotta need something special to impress (and "imprison") him.

*At first he doesn't get the point. Yeah, getting your partner restrained for sexy time is understandable but, is it very necessary to do it so complicated? Well, if it suits you...

*There's something special when you're tying your partner up, the fact you're in the middle of something intimate and supported by a real trust you share, that can be read as a previous game if you play your cards well. And since Marc responds very well to nice words... well, praise the man and he'll be yours.

*Use your hands and lips once he's well tied. Make him feel loved and desired like he deserves to, and meanwhile play with some of his soft spots until he's begging you to fuck him.

*"I'd wish you could look at yourself as I do... you're so beautiful... so perfect" (very lovely words if you weren't saying them while Marc squirms on the floor because he can't take more of the vibrator )

*Recommended shibari way: full naked. That's it. Arms above head can work along with a chest harness.

Jake Lockley:

*"A ver si te entendí ("Let me get this straight")... You want to tie me up and play kinky with me, amirite? Muñequita, you don't even need to ask, I'm fucking in"

*He also thinks the point of shibari is too extra. Like, you could easily use anything to restrain him (or at least try to, his favourite game is see how many time he needs to set himself free and give you some naughty payback).

*He truly thinks you'd look better in that than him. "Why do I feel a little like a piñata?" "Jake, that's so mood-killing" "Fine, sorry... are you going to stuff me or-?"

*Shibari isn't enough to tame him. You can (and should) use other things beside the vibrator, a nice gag perhaps, some nipple clamps...

*In the end, Jake always give up. It can take some time but you'll get your man grunting and begging for release if you push him to his limits. And he loves being treated like that, but just by you, because when everything's done, he knows you'll be there to take care of him.

*Suddenly he grows interest in shibari and other bondage forms. "Oi, muñequita, did you know there are hair ties for this little kink of yours?" "Why, yes" "...We should try it later, don't you think?"

*Recommended shibari way: Whatever you want Jake to wear (just remember gloves stay on), legs spread and arms out of the way, because touchy boy will try to grab you at the first chance.

[damselofblueroses]

Sono Na Wa Eren Jaeger

Summary: As a librarian who works in the National Library, you always think that you are doing your best in life. There are not many excited events, or adventures but you were at least happy with your efforts. However, there is a voice in your mind, constantly telling you that there are a lot to discover.

On the contrary, Eren Jaeger is a famous architect whose you have been knowing since years, having the same group of close friends.

And there are a lot to discover.

Content: AU, romance eventual fluff, fluff and angst and smut, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, friends with benefits, roleplay, sexual tension, petplay, kinks, canonical character death, friends to lovers, eventual smut.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue. More importatly, the image I am using from Instagram, however no one tagged the artist. If you know who is the owner of this wonderful paint, please let me know :)

Series Masterlist

Chapter II: Goshujin-Sama**

This is your job.

You repeat this very basic sentence like a mantra to your reflection on the mirror. You are doing your best to ignore your appearance and accessories Hange and Historia put on your hair, you try to neglect the hairband they add, the skirt with a bloody petticoat, the socks you are wearing and the worst, you definitely drain your energy for the sole purpose of forgetting it, the fucking garter they fucking forced you to have under this fucking maid outfit.

You take a deep breath.

Very deep one.

“You really look nice.” Historia pats your shoulder. “It suits you pretty well.”

“Yeah, my domestic side is invincible.” you growl but it makes Historia laugh. “Shut up, Tory.”

“I cannot help.” she grins. “By the way, I did not know you are very close, Ymir never tell me.”

“Who?” you fix your apron with small ruffles and try to reach the clips of the garter.

“You and Eren.” Historia sighs and goes directly under your skirt. “Please, can you stop fucking the clips?!”

“We are friends, of course, we are close.”

“Friends do not look each other as Eren looked at you.” you can hear Historia’s mischievous laugh while she was fixing your garter.

“How does he look at me?”

“Well,” Historia presses her lips on your inner thigh, making you sharply gasped. “He would kill someone to be able of doing this.”

“Tory, get the fuck off!”

“Aw,” she laughs and stands up. “You are blushing, Evy!”

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do.” she examines you for a second with careful eyes as her lips slightly part apart. “No fucking way, you really do blush.”

“Can you stop?!”

“You want Eren to do that?!”

“Jesus Christ do not fucking scream!” you cover her mouth with your hands. “I will let you go, but if I hear even a single voice about me wanting Eren, you are dead because I will absolutely know the source of this unrealistic gossip. You get that, right?”

After she rods, you let her go.

And you will be very regretful of your merciful decision very soon.

**

As Eren drives to the Library, his mind wanders around you.

What will you do when you see Eren? He is sure of you do not wait for him as you never take his words seriously. For you, Eren is there to play with, you tagged him as someone who to laugh together, make silly jokes and fooling around. Nothing more, nothing less. Eren cannot recall a memory of you which consist of a single major event, for those weighty moments, Miks and Min are there for you.

Eren assuredly has a place in your life, but his tiny place is reserved for long walks, having a coffee and talk about daily issues, movies, or books.

And also opening the lids of jars when those guilty jars give you hard times to deal with. Once you told him, he is very handy to have around, because of those bloody little containers, you exactly said that he was pretty useful to open some fucking jars.

He really abhors when you nonchalantly talk about him as your words indicate how you perceive him.

You have no idea how much he wants to open some topics to criticize instead of fucking jars.

He is genuinely curious on the reasons behind your perception of him, you insist on keeping him just as a college friend like he has not been progressing day by day. He accepts that he was a literal fuckboy in his past, but as people has the ability of change, rasping their own sharp, jagged, and unlikeable features, Eren tries his best to become a better man.

Jesus fucking Christ, he even asked Armin’s help to see what the people around him needs, expects or wants from Eren as Armin has a high level of observance and he is extremely good at analysing the data he has.

“And Armin helps me a lot!” he mutters, talking to himself. “I do not look to get my dick wet anymore, fuck’s sake!”

His ears blush when he realizes how much he craves for you to see his transformation.

For example, you could make him to feel like he is over the moon in the blink of an eye, just by inviting him into tonight’s event by yourself. He did not desire to be invited by your boss he wishes you to need him.

Eren’s eyebrows are knitted into each other when he notices that Armin was totally right on a deduction which he made several months ago.

Eren wants to infuse himself into your life, he does not want to be the goofy buddy from college.

Not anymore.

He is really confused about his own feelings when he has to take your presence into calculation, but he is perfectly aware of he really dislikes the place he has in your categorization. He is fine with the fact that he has never been someone like Armin and Mikasa for you, you even did not bother yourself to give a nickname to Eren as you call them as Min and Miks. Eren is always Eren from college in your eyes, but he is sick and tired of being fucking Eren from college, he greedily wants a higher place for himself, despite of being the funny guy.

You see him as Jaegerbomb, but there is no need to be a 21st century franchise of Nostradamus in order to foresee this bomb can explode very soon and Eren does everything in his power just to keep his desires under his own control.

Eren tries to remember what how you replied to Hange when they asked if Eren is an addicted or not. He remembers that you called him Jaegerbomb, but you said something else which Eren cannot recall. What was it?

He parked the car and checked his face from rear-view mirror, then he takes his coat from the backpack, and he remembers.

You said Eren lives up to his name, then you called him as Jaegerbomb.

“Fuck you.” he silently grumbles.

He could kill someone just to have the chance of showing you how much he lives up to his name.

**

There is a line in front of the coffee shop of Library.

No one in the Library’ Team cannot believe their eyes.

“Be honest, my cutie-pies.” Ymir hugs you and Historia from your sides. “You never imagine this.”

“If I could,” you grit between your teeth. “I would never accept this.”

“Also, you would kill Hange.” Historia added, watching the line with widened, fearful eyes. “How we will serve these people, damnit.”

“We will ask for help and backups.” you raise your eyebrows and reach to your phone. “I already hired Miks, Min and Jean for this night, they will be here in couple of minutes. Sasha told me she can also work, now I am calling her and Connie.”

“You are a life-saver, you know that!” Historia cries with joy. “I can call Reiner and Berthold.”

“Would be wonderful.” you answer. “How about Annie? What do you think Ymir?”

“She is on the way.” you hear Armin’s voice, and immediately swirl to the source of voice. “I called her in the morning.”

“Welcome Armin.” Historia smiles to him. “You make a great butler!”

You do not bother yourself with words, made the fastest beeline towards Armin and seek for shelter between his arms. Armin can put your nerves at ease just in a nano-second.

“Too many people, Min.” you pout. “What the fuck I am going to do?”

“We have this, no worries.” Armin is cool as a cucumber and that’s exactly what you need to see. “We have Miks.”

You wholeheartedly laugh for his statement.

“Where is Miks?”

“Wearing her outfit. She is going to be hottest maid in this world.”

“No doubt that.”

“And the scariest.” Ymir adds. “We have to pray to God, she will not freak the customers or worse, she can kill someone just throwing invisible daggers with her eyes.”

“If the eyes could kill someone,” Mikasa enters into the coffee shop, shining like the sun itself, radiating the highest level of beauty, confidence, and silent pride. “You already had to be under six feet.”

“MIKS!” you throw yourself to Mikasa, literally sticking to her embrace. “YOU ARE GORGEOUS! WE ARE SAVED. EVERYONE WILL WANT YOU!”

“Do not be silly, Evy.” Mikasa smiles and flicks your forehead. “Did you see yourself? You are the cutest, even than Historia.”

“M-

“Let’s have a bet!” Ymir shamelessly cuts your words. “A bet on how much we will make tonight.”

Mikasa just looks at her, Historia is confused, and you do not understand anything Ymir said.

“You lose it from the beginning.” Jean walks into the shop, looking like one of the hottest butlers in the universe. He directly comes next to Mikasa and puts a featherlight kiss on her head. “Hi, sweetheart. You look magnificent. Evy, do you mind of letting my girl to hug me?!”

“Like I prevent her.” you protest but you are not serious. “Hi, horse-face.”

“Are you going to take the bet or not? We have to open the door in 10 minutes, and I do not want Hange to hear about this. They will lose their crap and let that horrendous boss learn the bet.”

“Horrendous boss?” you echo her words. “You mean Mr. Ackerman?”

“A long surname for a fucking stubby.” Ymir gurgles. “Lord, I hate that guy.”

“Actually, he is very kind.” Armin shrugs his shoulder. “If you know how to talk.”

Mikasa, you and Jean burst into silent laughs while Ymir despises all of you and rumbles inappropriate words about Armin.

“We will take the bet.” Mikasa sizes Jean up. “We will make at least 5 customers happy.”

“5, each?”

“Yes.” she approves while Jean cocks his eyebrow, but he chooses to stay silent. “For the first hour, obviously.”

“10 for me.” Armin estimates the crowd outside. “For the whole event.”

“I am not sure.” Historia fidgets around. “I cannot gi-

“She bets on 15 people for the whole event. Let’s make it 30 with me.” Ymir puts her index finger on Historia’s mouth and stops her protest. “Babe, they do not have to learn you have a girlfriend. Just be yourself, they will fall for you. What about you, Evy?”

“I cannot give a number.” you take a look outside. “Well… Let’s put the stake on 10 people. For whole event.”

“Are you crazy?” Miks rolls her eyes. “She bets on 20.”

“Miks, do you really think I know what the heck I am doing, right now?” you threateningly narrow your eyes. “Even 10 is impossible.”

“Armin bets on 15 since making the customer happy as a butler is a little bit harder.” Miks even did not register into your objection. “Shut the fuck up, Armin. Evy plays on 20.”

“I really like when she takes the control.” Jean mutters. “Isn’t she so fucking hot?”

“We all know how you feel for Miks,” you dryly say. “But please consider that we do not need your intimate stories.”

“If they do not include Mikasa harshly whipping you.” Ymir walks to the door while Jean’s face turn into a very ripe tomato. “Stand on foot, soldiers. We are going to open Maid-Café in 5 minutes!”

“Wait!” you scream. “The bet. We are playing for what?”

“The winner will ask the loser to do something they want.” Mikasa replies with a certain look on her face. You all know that face of her. That face expressionwhen she does not want to hear even a slight comment. That one that slams the door into your faces. When Mikasa shows that face, even Ymir cannot reject, and Ymir always finds a way to protest. All of you nod and approve.

In the meantime, Hange, who had been listening, you just behind the shelves, tried their best to keep their laugh silent.

They knew who is going to be the winner and the loser of this bet.

**

Eren is waiting and trying to understand the view in front of his eyes.

There is a fucking line in front of library and what really strikes him is the fact that he knows a lot of people in this queue. More than he expects, as he just greeted at least three colleagues, two neighbours and five old schoolmates. He presses his finger against the side of his temple, feels the vein pulsating.

Eren’s head begins to throb.

Godfuckingdamnit, keep calm.

The slight pain at the back of his skull runs down into his chest as fast as someone opens the doors of coffee shop. Eren can feel the shivers reach to his fingers, his hands slightly tremble while he fights with the urge of running into the café where he knows you will be waiting to salute a customer.

Eren wants to be the only customer you will give all your attention, but he has to fucking wait and pray to everyone, whether God or Satan to let him to be the first one who catch you.

Hange told him that there is no way of assigning a personal maid to him during the event since the Library’ Team is already out of number, and they do not know how many customers will be joining to the event. What Eren could do is coming early and try to have a chance with the employee he wants to spend time with. Obviously, their statement did not make Eren happy, but he could not object as their reasoning was goddam solid. The bitter taste on his tongue stemming from the fear that pounds harder against his skull.

The fear of seeing you with other people.

As he strives to catch a glimpse of you, he harks back to another night he put a hell of effort just to spend time with you. He did not understand why he invited you into his dorm to finish your final assignment, to be honest he still does not see the driving force which led him to shelter you for a night.

He did even not think to lay a single finger on you. He just helped you to finish your work, let you to give your vent, fed you with your favourite salted-sea caramel chocolates and high quality americano.

Eren let you to sleep on his bed, and he slept on his tiny couch even though he is a giant, especially as compared to you.

He did what a good friend suppose to do for a close friend who was a damsel in the stress, but as you stated later on, that night was definitely not like something Eren would like to spend with a girl.

Four, he counts how many customers are still ahead of him. The more he comes close to the shop, he has a better sight. He sees Sasha and Connie, welcoming customers, perfectly cosplaying a butler and maid, and giving them little boxes to be used inside, Eren’s lips shape for a genuine smile.

He knew that you would put everyone into the work. In your mentality, if you have to suffer, your friends suffer too.

The smile tugged on his lips fade away in the blink of an eye when the realization hits him like a truck.

Fucking hell, he is the only friend who you did not bother to call.

Two, he counts again. His fingers slip through his hair, pulling at the roots harshly in order to focus, his breathing becomes rapid. He knows that he did not have the courage enough to ask you why the heck he is the only one who left outside alone by you, and it makes him pretty angry.

One.

He sighs in defeat, he is also aware that instead of how much you drive him into crazy, and not in a way he could be happy about it, he is the one who shapes your perspective of Eren. You trust everyone in the circle of friends, the only exception is Eren.

You do not trust Eren to hold his promises, and Eren knows very well that there is a reason behind your lack of faith on him.

“Welcome to the Maiden’s Café.” Eren is dragged out of his thoughts by Sasha’s little bow. “Please take care of me.”

“We hope you will enjoy your time.” Connie adds. “Please take care of me, too.”

“Please take care of me.” Eren bows his head to them.

While they were greeting each other, a non-verbally conversation took its place.

“What the fuck you are doing here?” Connie meant.

“It has to be a surprise to you since none of you think to call me.” Eren scowls.

“We did not think you could be interested.” Sasha mutters.

“All my friends are here!” Eren literally growls.

“Dude, you are always too busy either with your projects or a girl.” Connie tatters. “Shut up and come inside.”

Eren gives them a despising look but neither Connie nor Sasha buy it. None of them can imagine such as a thing like they have may hurt Eren’s feelings since they strongly believe Eren did not give a single fuck.

But Eren is fuming inside, and his anger against his so-called, traitor friends is multiplied when he enters inside of that fucking Maiden’ Café. He immediately notices Armin, Mikasa and Jean as they are keeping the customers busy and happy in the different corners of the coffee shop, then he sees Ymir, serving as a barista-maid with the help of Hange. Historia is taking care of three visitors as they look like to have her instead of the cakes on their table while Ymir and Reiner throw invisible daggers to those poor souls. Eren knows the situation under Historia’s control, but he positions himself in order to be helpful If the situation goes not so nice.

Okey, he could be mad at them but only he could disturb his friends.

Then, his emerald eyes met with yours.

For a moment, your eyes are locked into each other.

Your eyes are widened.

Eren’s chin is dislocated.

**

“Tell me now, Four Eyes!” Levi is on the phone, whispering to Hange. “Did they find each other?”

“I am not sure.” Hange is trying to find yours and Eren’s locations in the shop. “I saw Eren coming inside but I cann- Oh! Here they are!”

“Did you make them as a couple?”

“No, I did not.” Hange grin at the sight of both of you, drinking the other’s presence like you are the only man and woman in the entire universe. “I thought that if Eren could put an effort to get her alone, it would be funnier.”

“How they look like?” Levi’s tired sigh reaches Hange’s ears as they silently laugh. “Jesus, Four-Eyes, just put them into same place.”

“Eren looks at her like he would like to eat her alive.” Hange grins like a Cheshire cat. “I never see Evy blushing at this level. I am almost on the other side of the café, but I can feel how much heat she radiates right now from here.”

“Like a bitch on the heat?” Levi does not understand what they mean.

“She is shy, Lev!” Hange grumble. “She blushes because she is shy!”

“Do not worry.” Levi presses his cold fingers on his forehead. “Eren is capable of curing the shyness. He is very good at reflecting his shameless personality into people.”

“I really can see why Evy is so fond of your boy.” Hange narrow their eyes. “But he really has to do something, if he is interested in her.”

“I told you to assign your girl as Eren’s maid for this night just for that, shitty Four-Eyes.”

“Eh,” Hange turn their head, decide on they saw enough. “I did not listen you, Lev.”

“Just give me one reason.”

“I want to see them trying their best to pin each other.” Hange lower their voice, but they were smiling. “It is going to be an adventure to watch. Your boy’s will against my girl’s. Doesn’t it worth to have a bet on?”

Levi sighs in defeat.

“Lev,” Hange push his nerves again. “Take the bet because you worth it.”

“What the fuck you do, a Loreal advertisement?” Levi growls but there is a glimpse of joy in his voice. “Tell me what you gonna give when you lose?”

“Oh, you play the cool guy, I see.” Hange bit their upper lip and spill the bean. “One night.”

Hange could not see his reaction and Levi has never been so grateful not being in public because he unconditionally spits the tea all over his keyboard.

Hange quietly chuckle, knowing Levi is going to take the bet and finally take them into his bed.

**

It is like time has been stopped for you and Eren, melting into each other like a promise which you have already made but burned in the backyard of your minds, buried in the maze of your hearts.

“Jaegerbomb.” your lips give life into his well-deserved nickname, even you could not hear your voice, but you were aware of how you voiced that name. You voiced it like you dedicate whole your life to him, not thinking twice. On the other hand, you are terrified of calling him by his name like saying his name will seal your feelings for him for eternity, but you are not able to resist his strong impacts on your physical and mental health. You feel like your knees become jelly as he is capable of casting his spell on you even from across the fucking café.

“Evy.” you did not hear him to call you, but you are goddam sure he did say your name like a pray, like a silent chant to be heard by heavens.

“Hello!” your attention is taken by a group of customers. “Or should we say konichiwa?”

“Ah.” you automatically smile, quickly counting three men and two women. Pretty good looking with luxury clothing is combined with their pretty visible excitement led you immediately categorize the type of customer you have to response. Bored and have a lot to spend even though the event is not their interests, wanting to enjoy and generally having no clue.

They sometimes may be tended to get rude; you remind yourself. Be careful.

Your smile is widened on your face as you fixed your gaze at them as a cute, nice, and respectful maid who welcomes the masters of the house. Your eyes are softened, even your voice becomes lacier and more soothing. You salute them as you lead them to a round table, helping them to get comfortable.

“Would you like to have anything, Masters?” you voice a question. “You have to be very tired after hard-work. What can I do for you?”

“Could you bring me a cup of tea, darling?” the blond lady asks with kindness. You smile back and mark her order on the little notebook you have.

“I want to have a latte but please consider that I have lactose intolerance.” the middle-aged man literally scans the menu and his options. “And a triple-chocolate brownie, please.”

Lactose intolerance but triple-chocolate brownie? Sounds like a short way to get your ass into ER, you think but keep your thought to yourself.

“Only a plain, filter coffee, thank you.”

“Do you have wine?” the ginger man tilts his head to you.

“Sorry, Master.” you answer. “We have coffee and tea options with pastry and desserts.”

“That’s a problem, my good girl.” he takes an intimating look at you from head to toe. You do not like his way of calling you, or the way of looking at you but you remain silent, keeping maid mask to hide your original reaction. “I do not want to have a drink.”

You nod, you can feel your nails inside your palms in order to conceal the urge of punching this motherfucker’s face. Despite of your kawaii physical features and appearance, you have never ever been either a cutie-pie or a cuddly pixie who leaves dinky glittering everywhere she flies.

You do not break your smile until you finish getting the orders but when you arrive at the coffee counter your face is telling everything to Ymir who prepares the coffees with Sasha and Connie as they also come back to inside.

“What happened?” Ymir asks you between her lips. You summarize and swear at that ginger bastard but both of you are twinkling like there is no tomorrow.

“I will take care of them.” Connie whispers from your right side. “You go and get different customers.”

“Thank you, Connie. You are the type of friends someone would kill to have.” you pat his shoulder, feeling grateful. “I love you so much, but I can handle him, no worries.”

“You do not have to.” Connie passes you a little tray to carry, you grab and tightly balance it.

“If the things get worse,” you watch him to place the cups and plates on the tray. “Come to save my ass.”

“Watch your mouth.” Ymir cocks an eyebrow at you. “You are one of the most innocent girls, right now, fulfilling the heavenly needs of your masters.”

“My ass is also innocent.” you roll your eyes.

“If you would have given me the choice…” Ymir licks her upper lip. “I would wreck your cutie coochie.”

“Ymir, give the poor girl a goddam rest.” you hear Jean, getting the behind of coffee counter. “By the way I am not sure if anyone could wreck her cutie coochie.”

“Can you stop talking about me like I am not here?” you hiss between your teeth. “And stop talking about my intimate life.”

“Like you have one.” Sasha starts to put plates on Jean’s tray. “Aren’t you the reincarnation of Virgin Mary?”

“Shut the fuck up, Sas.” you immediately and irrevocably blush. “Shut up!”

“What you need baby girl,” Ymir grins like a wolf, batting an eye at you. “Is a good and satisfying type of fuck with someone you would like to have without hesitation.”

“I said shut up!” you cannot scream since the circumstances you are in would not allow you, but you highlighted every letters with a threating voice.

What you get is your friends silent chuckles which increase your growing annoyance, but the sole reason is not their laughs. Your irritation is fed by an inaudible voice in your head, impatiently begging for Eren.

You choose to ignore that fucking noise, then you leave the counter by scolding your so-called friends with your eyes. After carrying the tray very carefully, you reach to the table of your customers, as you start the ceremony of serving, you realize the ginger man watches your moves differently than his friends.

You do your best in order to prevent your annoyed sigh.

God, you have been here before.

Goddamnit, you have been here a lot.

You hate these people who thinks they can do whatever they want. You know what the fuck this motherfucker believes right now, you could tell he is bending you over the table and pounding you behind. You are familiar with the signals, and you are capable of putting him in his place if he would dare to lay a finger on you.

Despite of this ginger’s very little opinion of you, you have never been a damsel in the stress.

However, to everyone in this room dismay, Eren also discerns how the ginger behaves around you.

He can feel the burn in his throat, the anger towards the men who are rude against women. He knows that you are able to defend yourself perfectly however the knowledge he has does not help him to put his nerves at ease. The minor drawback is the very fact that Eren fumes inside enough to shake his hands, gazing you and that bastard like a hawk on the hunt. What the ginger does not notice is the danger he puts himself. Even the dumbest person in the room could make a deduction if they would see the fatal expression on Eren’s face. It is not jealousy; it is pure form of wrath.

He despises the men disturb women and always gets into act if he bears witness such an incident.

But he loathes the men who dare to disturb his woman.

Eren cannot wait anymore and starts to walk towards to you, but someone forcefully drags him back.

“Do not.” he hears Mikasa’s voice. “Let het to deal with him in her own way.”

“Can’t you see?” Eren grunts against his cousin who grabs his fucking wrist. “He is fucking her with his eyes.”

“I see, more importantly Evy already realized his behaviour.” Mikasa slightly pinches his skin. “She does not need your help.”

Eren looks at Mikasa like she violently punched him on the face as the hidden meaning of her statement hits him. Mikasa was right, you do not need Eren’s help, you do not need even Eren. Godfuckingdamnit, he always thinks that he does not give a shit to emotional cases, but it seems that you are an exceptional case, since you are the only woman who is capable of hurting Eren even without realizing.

“I know she does not need me.” he tries his best to hold his shit together. “And I am not the Prince Charming, Miks, keep fucking calm.”

“I said she does not need your help.” Mikasa lets Eren’s wrist with a mischievous beam tugged on her lips. “I did not say she does not wish your help.”

“W-what do you mean?” Eren chokes on his own spit, starting to cough. Mikasa pats Eren’s back to help him breathing again. “What did you say, Miks?!”

“Figure it out by yourself, tough guy.” Mikasa grins like a Cheshire cat. “I have to get some orders, see you later cousin.”

“Miks!” Eren howls in vexation, watching Mikasa easily getting away from his paws. “Godfuckingdamnit, I hate when she behaves goddam childish.”

Even though he labels Mikasa as childish, Eren knows he can be more immature than Mikasa, eh, more than she could be... It has to be a feature running in the family. Only Levi seems as be spared from these genes.

He takes another look at your side as you are listening another group of people, taking their orders but that bastard is still fucking you with his eyes, worse, he started to make his intention clear as he stands up and directly walks into you.

Eren tries to not get involved.

He really tries as he knows you dislike getting help from your friends when you have a problem at work, especially from Eren.

He breathes and focuses on the glass that he holds his knuckles turn to white due to the force he uses to keep himself under control.

Then the ginger man grabs your arm and pulls you into his embrace.

You lost your balance, made a half pirouette, and being locked between his arm as he caught you off guard. The shock is visible from your face, but your brain is always very fast to react. You come up with a solution to save yourself and manage to not alert the customers as well as you make sure that you will beat the shit out of this motherfucker. You see Armin silently and peacefully walking towards you while his eyes are burning with anger towards the bastard who is trying to palm your breast.

Before you could get into action as you planned, Eren appears behind the ginger man.

Fuck, the first thing you could think of.

He is the only one you can wish to see you in this situation as he will make fun of you till forever.

“Pal,” you hear Eren’s baritone voice. “Get your fucking pawns out of her.”

This is not the sentence you expect to hear.

“What did you say?” the ginger turns to Eren, still holding you between his arms.

“I said,” Eren inhales, radiating intimidating warnings. “Let her go before I start to beat you till you begin to count the stars.”

“And what if I do not?”

“Mr. Christie,” Hange pop out of nowhere. “Do you mind of not executing sexual abuse towards a worker?”

“Guys, thank you!” you pout like a 5 years old. “But I am perfectly capable of saving myself from this buffoon as I can protect the atmosphere!”

“Sexual abuse?” the ginger repeats Hange’s words with a genuinely surprised voice. “I just want to spend the night with her, and I guess she is doing fine right now.”

“W-

“You know what, Evy?” This is the last thing Eren clearly stated before he hits the ginger man’s face with a well-calculated punch, promising to dislocate his chin and guarantying a night to spend in hospital. As the ginger cannot stand against Eren’s power and falling down, Eren grabs your wrist and pulls you into his arms. “Fuck your atmosphere.”

“EREN!”

You angrily exclaim his name while everyone in the coffee shop turn to your little spot. Hange run their fingers through their hair, but they refuse to help the man who is crawling on the ground, trying to stop the blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Even his friends do not try to help him, but he manages to stand up again and walks out of café with his utmost speed. His friends rush to follow him, but the blond lady turns back and make a little bow to your direction.

“We apologize on behalf of him.” the blond lady says while Eren gives the most irritated look you have ever seen on his face. “We will not be accusing you as he was the one who must be blamed.”

“Congratulations.” Eren literally growls at her. “You understood the issue very correctly, but we definitely will be accusing you.”

The blonde lady chooses not to reply and disappears out of the exit, but you can feel her apologize was genuine and true as you feel sorry for her.

“Dear visitors,” Hange raise their hand to the air. “We are deeply sorry for the disturbance we may caused however one of our workers had been abused since the beginning of our event.”

People in the café is definitely surprised but they do not look like they literally care about the ginger as you can swear on there are some people laughing, some people nodding their heads in an approving way. Especially the ladies in the room.

“As a compensate,” Hange continue. “Please feel free to have another drink. It is our treat for you.”

“MR. HANDSOME!” a voice echoes from the walls. “Please punch me too, if it means I am gonna get another free!”

You cannot believe your ears, but everyone laugh after this request, it helps the air of café gets soften. Instead of your rage against Eren.

“Evy,” Hange do their best not looking at you with a sparkle of joy. “You did not tell me Eren is your boyfriend.”

Well, this is definitely what you expect to hear after such an incident.

“W-what?!” your chin is dropped, then you realize that Eren still holds you in his embrace. “We do not date, and Eren damnit, can you let me go please?”

“If I were you,” Hange smile to Eren. “I would not listen her.”

“Hange, what the fuck you say?”

“I said get the fuck off, Evy.” Hange roll their eyes. “You are done for today.”

“Can I take her out of here?” Eren immediately asks. “If she is done with workload?”

“Any of you do mind to consider also my opinion?!” you consciously steps into his foot, but it seems pretty ineffective on him as he just look at you like looking at a mosquito. “I am not wi-

“Ah, yes, she is absolutely done.” Hange tuck your protest into your throat. “Eren, please be sure of she will be safe and sound.”

“Your wish Hange-sama,” Eren replies, grabbing your hand. “Is my command.”

“I do not come wi- EREN, PUT ME DOWN!”

He hauls you over his shoulder, ignores the stunned faces all around him while he troops out of café. On the other hand, Armin and Mikasa cover their mouth with their hands because they think they laugh like crazy, Ymir and Historia grin like Cheshire cats, Jean roll his eyes but smiling at the same time, Sasha swallows another slice of cake and Connie does not give a shit.

Hange turn into the customers.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” they say in a soothing voice. “To be young and in love?”

“She lost the bet.” Ymir whispers to everyone who can hear her. “Let’s find who is going to be winner.”

“We all know she was going to lose the bet.” Connie smirks. “Since Eren steps into the café.”

“We can slice the sexual tension between those two,” Historia mumbles, her eyes wander between Ymir and Connie. “I hope Evy can fuck him tonight.”

“I did not know you could be this shameless, Tory.” Sasha joins into the chat, and her words had Historia’s face to burn up.

“Either Evy or Eren.” Ymir’s grin widens, turning her into a monster. “They are like hot knife on a piece of butter, but let’s see who is going to be which one.”

“Your comparisons always suck, you horny bitch.” Connie frowns at Ymir. “Put the food aside of your fucking sexual jokes.”

“You know what sucks, Springer?” Ymir shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly. “Your attempts to fuck Sasha.”

“YMIR!”

**

You are definitely, absolutely, and irrevocably furious against Eren, especially after he hauled you and tucked you into his car just like you were a 5-year-old kid, and this behaviour is not something easily acceptable.

Eren is definitely, absolutely, and irrevocably furious against you, especially after you fought against him and made him feel like he is a piece of shit, someone who has no importance in your life. He knows that if Armin would be the one who saves you from that fucking bastard, you would not react in the same way as you reacted towards Eren.

He is jealous.

There is a deathly silence in the car as he drives into your place. You refuse to talk he does not seem like he is into chatting at the moment. When you bat an eye to his profile, you can see his knuckles are fucking white on the steering wheel.

You could tell he is also fuming but trying to conceal his anger.

“I did not take my bag from Library.” you say, avoid looking at his eyes. “Since you just dragged me, I could not find the chance of taking my stuff.”

“Armin can take your bag and bring it to you.”

“How do you think I will open my door without my keys, Genius? Should I wait outside till Armin comes?”

“You are right.” Eren suddenly takes a U-Turn on the road, causing you to hit your head to the passenger seat’s window.

“Eren, what the fuck?!” you exclaim. “Your acts make no sense tonight.”

“You don’t say...” he still refuses to take a look on you. He still grouses. He still fumes. He is on the verge of throwing a tantrum, but he does not realize why the heck is wrong with him. The clever side of him has already caught what the heck is wrong with him, but he does not let his wits to take the driver’ side.

Instead of using his brain and act logical, there is the biggest pout on his face, and he is about to break the steering wheel.

“Eren.” you mutter, but he does not reply, you inhale and give up on trying to be polite. “Eren, stop the fucking car.”

“In the middle of nowhere?” he puffs out his cheeks. “Really?”

“First, we are not in the middle of nowhere. Second, you have two options, stop the fucking car or talk to me.”

This is the first time you get Eren’s attention since he hauled you over his shoulder. The real danger in your voice tone, warning him as you are on the verge of exploding like a bomb. He slightly turns to you, not averting his eyes from the road but enough to see you with the corner of his eyes.

“What do you want me to say?” he grumbles under his breath.

“I do not know, maybe you would like to start from the dramatic scene you made in the café!” your voice pitches an octave. You do not want to be drama queen, but Eren made you feel exactly like a dramatizer.

“Evy, do me a favour.” Eren brings his emerald gaze down to you for a second. “Keep your mouth shut just for couple of minutes.”

Eren could be rude at some level, you have been aware of his lack of manners when he is pissed off, but he also knows you like knowing the back of his hand.

You could be extremely insolent, too.

“If you think your charms can save you from me,” your eyebrow twitches. “Y-

On the other hand, you are aware of a very fact that Eren has an ability of saying the things you want to hear from his lips in the weirdest and the most unexpected situations.

“I do not want to save myself from you.” he interrupts you in the blink of an eye. “Rather, I want you all for myself.”

Though you find him intractable, uncontrollable, troublesome, difficult, stubborn as fuck, unstable and self-centric, he always manages to have you putty in his hands and make you to think he is the most attractive man you have ever seen, worse, he is the only man you cannot breath if you do not have. All the time.

God, even you are mad at him, you want to have him in every possible way you can, and you hate yourself because you already lost your heart to Eren.

“Let’s have a real dinner.” you hear Eren’s words.

“Ha?”

“Let’s have a real dinner, I said.” he repeats himself with a confident tone, but you notice his voice cracked a bit, leading you to make a deduction on how he feels right now. You are confused as fuck, however you have to accept that confusion is something automatically comes with Eren’s presence.

“Okey.” you nudge him by the shoulder. “You explain, I eat.”

“How about weeat? I am hungry, too.” he retorts, rolling his eyes and unconsciously pouting like a kid. “I spent most of the night with just a coffee, if you do not realize.”

“I do not.” you smile, knowing that irritates him. Eren loves to be the centre of attention, does not matter the source of it. “I did not watch you and make a list of your needs, Jaegerbomb.”

“Jaegerbomb, my ass.” he scowls, eyes peering into yours for a second, before turning to the road. “What do you want to eat?”

“Do you remember the little place next to the university?” you hesitantly ask. “Owned by an Italian couple?”

“Oh, Lord.” he literally moans with the memory of taste. “The lasagne they make. Would you like to have some?”

He waits for your answer, but to your dismay, you are too lost to response.

“Lord, your bedroom voice must be too good.”

After your unexpected and uncontrolled comment everything happens just in a second.

Eren accidently jams on the brakes, losing the control of wheel for a second, the car drifts on the road but even though it costs a lot of effort, he managed to handle the situation, then he stops the engine.

You cover your mouth, but it was too late.

“What?”

“Nothing!” you literally squawk. “Lasagne sounds too good.”

“Evy,” he tilts his head towards you, grabbing your chin. “Since we were almost dying because what you said just a minute ago, please do not bother yourself to give a try.”

“Lasagne, I said. Lasagne!”

“God help me!” he groans in disbelief. “You were talking about my bedroom voice, and sorry for saying this but you were drooling!”

“Only in your dreams,” you utter your protest, not noticing you fell down into Eren’s trap. “I was not drooling!”

“You were literally drooling I saw your saliva on your chin.” Eren knows how to pull the confirmation he desperately needs from you. Your sentence was turning in his head, God, he has to make you say that again.

He has to hear how you would say his name.

“No, you did not! You were driving a car how could you see my face? I just talked on your bedroom voice, godfuckingdamnit, you were the one who moaned.”

“Why are you curious about my bedroom voice?”

You are drowning in the lust so fucking bad.

Especially when Eren is so close, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against yours.

You did not even realize.

“I want to hear how you would say my name.” you whisper.

“I think we have a lot to talk.” Eren’s lips part in surprise, all cherry and soft, he cannot help but feeling a warmness in his chest, growing at a crazy pace. When his breath fans your face, you realized what the fuck you said, as your eyes widened at their extent. Time seems to stop as the tension of years finally reaches into its peak. Your breathing shutter as Eren’s eyes droop as he glazes over your lips.

“I want to kiss you so much you do have no idea.” he whispers but preventing himself from doing it. You want to scream, you want to let him know a kiss would do, but you are petrified. “The things I want to do to you.”

Thrill starts to flow in your veins.

“Especially when you are in this little, cute, fucking maid outfit.” he does not touch you, even slightest as he leans to your ear and whisper. “Evy.”

“Do not say my name!” you loudly groan. You know Eren’s playful personality, but all these are out of the blue, and enough to make you afraid, thrilled, dying on the fucking spot, and wanting more and more from him.

“Weren’t you curious?” he seems like he just found his own ground after your goddamn comments. It has to be your lucky day because he decides to be not a tease for a while. He starts the engine again, but he cannot help the grin on his face as the dizziness he feel is going through his veins, making him deaf to everything except you. “I just say your name, I always do.”

“You fucking whisper my name.” you snort, not believing yourself. “Do you think it is normal?”

“You told me you want to learn.” he winks at your direction. “Now, tell me. Lasagne or something else?”

“Drop me to my place!”

“Oh, I see. You want to be my dinner.”

“EREN!”

“Darling,” he grins like a wolf. “You should have not made that comment, after that, it is too late for you.”

“What I was saying is about your voice. I did not say anything on desiring you.”

“Well, let me tell you something.” Eren does not even bother himself to take your attempts into consideration. He learned what he had to learn, and he’d be going to hell if he will make a mistake and letting you escape from him. “I whisper your name, and I have never seen your eyes in such an awe.”

You give him the nastiest glare as a living creature could give, but it just makes his face nearly split in half from how wide his grin is breaking on his face.

“Tell me,” you wish to reject but you are not able of catching your breath because of the pace of your heart, ramming into your chest like a serial killer is after your tail. “Lasag-

“Let’s go and have the fucking lasagne!” you groan, losing yourself in the boyishly smirk on Eren’s lips.

“No worries, darling.” Eren gently strokes your cheek. “You’ll be my dessert for tonight.”

And for the rest of nights, he unconsciously thinks as he feels how warm your face becomes as your blood mantled you from your forehead to your neck. He bites his lower lip in order to prevent himself from laughing.

On the other hand, you think on how you can make him to pay for all these teasing, and you decide on trying. You grab his hand, place it between your check and neck and put the gentlest smile on your face no one ever never seen before.

“As you wish,” you mewl as you look to Eren under your eyelashes. “Goshujin-sama.”

Later, Eren is going to confess that it was the hardest trip he has ever made in his life.

But he is going to keep the real secret.

You were on the verge of having several car crashes on that night because the only think he could think of bending you over and pound into you after you called him your master.

[morvantmortuary]

I just saw the garter post and I feel like a Victorian all over again... show just the smallest bit of exposed skin and I will die... imagining Maxi in that is killing me (also I might be slightly tipsy but dont tell anyone)

1. babe it’s saturday where I am, you’re good lmao 🖤

2. are we not all rendered somewhat Victorian-ly speechless by the sight of a dude in shirt stays and sock garters?? 😭

…here, I got a little carried away myself

honestly I think the first time Reader would figure it out is probably the first time you have Maxi alone at either your place or the House on someone’s couch, and you’re just!! trying to get his clothes off bc finally, holy shit have you seen this man? he’s been nothing but a gentleman, careful and aware of your boundaries, and you’ve finally had it up to Here with that and you’re now completely ignoring whatever ridiculous scary movie you put on to straddle his lap and kiss him properly, which turned into him being just as interested in getting your clothes off, from the way his hands are tracing up your stomach under your shirt but stopping carefully short of your chest until he gets the go-ahead.

but no matter how much you tug while trying not to rip anything, his shirt refuses to come up. finally you’re like “babe I swear I can normally do this?” while freaking out a little in your own head because how long has it been that you can’t even get someone’s shirt off properly anymore, what the hell?? when did that change???

and Maxi’s already blushing and flustered bc oh my god he’s liked you for so long and been watching you like a hawk since that first day in the cemetery, god knows how many times he’s been listening in agony under your mattress while you get yourself off without him or had to quickly excuse himself from the prep room or delayed a consultation meeting bc he can’t get you out of his head and his hands won’t cooperate, and finally has to kind of nervously laugh and be like “No, hon, it’s not you. Hang on a sec,” while you just look on in mild confusion, bc last time you checked you were pretty sure you knew how this worked.

Meanwhile Maxi is cussing up a storm internally bc he’d wanted this to go smoother, if he’d known you were going to make a move he would’ve sucked it up and just come over in a henley and some joggers instead of keeping the suit on after work, but he always wants to look nice for you, and now you’re going to see this kind of antiquated thing he does to keep his shit together (mostly physically but it helps mentally for sure) and maybe be totally turned off?? he doesn’t know for sure, you don’t seem that shallow obviously, but there’s still that moment of doubt as he’s kind of fumbling with his fly until you’re like “Here, let me.” because you know you can handle that, at least lmao

And when you first see the shirt stays, he’s watching your face and kind of holding his breath, because the last thing he wants is for you to to see anything about him that could make you hesitate in the slightest, even on a minor level. There’s something about the widening of your eyes that makes him nervous, that he initially reads as confusion or distaste, and he starts kind of trying to play it off: “H-ha, I know, it’s super old fashioned, I just—“

“What the fuck,” you murmur, meeting his eyes at last. “This is so hot?” Holy shit, you knew Maxi was dressier than most, but the fact that he’s been wearing this around you almost the whole time (save the cemetery, obvi) and you had no idea? Just going about his day with what’s basically lingerie under his clothes, and you not even taking this into account when you’ve been mentally undressing him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking at you?

Maxi blinks. “Wait, really?” But he doesn’t have much time to think about it with you running your fingertips over the bands on his thighs, causing him to try to muffle the actual gasp that just left his lips because he was less prepared than he thought for your fingers to be sliding under those to feel the skin there. He’s less prepared for you to follow the band around to his inner thigh and move upwards, his cock now frustratingly hard and definitely twitching in the fabric of his boxers at your hand being so perilously close.

You’re barely able to get the question out against his lips - “Can I touch you?” - before Maxi’s nodding furiously as he kisses you just as fervently, first directly and down your throat to hide just how much his breath is shaking at the thought.

He swears when you cup him first through the soft fabric, it still burns. He’s been thinking about how your hand would fit around him for weeks now, and he doesn’t notice until it’s too late how he moans softly and hitches his hips against your palm. He blushes all the harder, worried now he just looks like a total weirdo and a desperate one at that, but the way you grin as you slide your hand under the elastic of his waistband and grip him properly couldn’t shove the doubt any harder from his mind.

For a blissful period, Maxi’s mind is engrossed in pure static as you slide your spit-slick hand along his shaft, his own hands all over you after he makes a point to remove your shirt - down your back, over your hips, reverently over your chest like it’s a place of worship. You’re softer than he dreamed, and he’s shaking slightly against you as he nips at your pulse, just over your collarbone, anywhere that catches his eye as he tries not to lose himself entirely under the study rhythm you’re subjecting him to.

But jesus, you’re warm, and soft, and here, and whatever soap or scent you’re wearing is what he wants to smell for the rest of time, mixed with the sweat he desperately wants to wring from you as he makes you come every way he can manage until you break down and cry.

When he feels the pressure at the base of his spine threaten to overwhelm him and his hips thrusting a bit more sharply in your hand, he takes your wrist gently in his hand to pause you.

“You okay?” Your eyes are so sweet when you look at him, so wide in their concern. You perfect angel, you could be flaying him open with his own liston knife and he’d still be just as enchanted with you.

“You’re exquisite, Darlin,” he reassures you, kissing the space just beneath your ear and fighting a smile at the shiver it draws from you. “But I want this to be somethin’ a bit more… mutual.” He is absolutely not going to let his first orgasm with you be him coming alone, much less into your hand like some high school senior under the bleachers, jesus christ.

You smile, because of course he’s insisting on this right now, your ridiculous sweetheart. “Yeah?” You stop, but don’t entirely let go of him, still feeling him hot and throbbing slightly against your palm. “You got something in mind, babe?”

“I might,” he says, and you half gasp, half laugh as suddenly he’s flipped you both so you’re lying under him, your back suddenly against the cushions of the couch and your hand trapped beneath your respective hips. “But I’m goin’ to insist on doin’ this properly,” his dark eyes are intense on your face, moving to your lips and back again. “Takin’ my time with you, like you deserve.”

You can’t help but smirk, giving him the slightest squeeze just to watch him hiss through his teeth. “These stay on though.” Your free hand brushes the band of the stay again, and he exhales softly, caught off guard. “Okay?”

“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” And with the way he kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, you know he means it.

[jungwonenthusiast]

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female recieving)

A/N: I got this requested but I fucked something up and accidentally deleted it so here it is!

You spray your Yves Saint Laurent onto your wrists and dab some of it onto the back of your ears.

It’s Taeyong’s birthday today and you need to look nice.

You check your hair and makeup one more time before hopping in your car and driving to Taeyong’s place.

His house is pretty much a palace. It looks like a goddamn museum. Taeyong‘s grandfather joined the Yakuza as a refugee in Japan and eventually became a boss. The business has been passed down ever since.

You’re greeted with a waiter.

“Hello Ms. y/n.” she hands you a glass of champagne. “Lovely to see you.”

“Thank you,” you smile at her and take a sip of the rosè.

You place your gift for him at the gift table and greet your way up to Taeyong.

“y/n,” he walks over to you. “so glad you made it.” He takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss. “You look incredible.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Since when were you so proper.”

“What do you mean,” he looks around the room. “look at my house, it’s only right that I treat you like a lady.”

“Gross.” you wrinkle your nose. “I’ve seen you literally pee yourself before, no need to think of me as a lady.”

“I was eight alright?” he protests and you laugh.

“Happy birthday you gramp.” you pat his shoulder and he gives you the stink eye.

“Gramp?” he scoffs. “I’m five months older than you.”

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“You look beautiful,” he tugs at your red dress.

“So do you,” you say and he does. His pink hair is slicked back and his suit fits him perfectly. “Did you do your makeup? It looks good.”

“Thank you,” he pretends to tuck hair behind his ear and you laugh. His eyeshadow is a sparkly burgundy and it compliments him perfectly.

You walk around, snacking on tiny gourmet food and saying hello to everyone.

“Noona!” says someone who can’t be anyone than Haechan.

You turn around to see his jogging towards you. You catch him in your arms. “Hi!” you say, strained.

“You look very pretty.” he says to you and you ruffle his hair.

“Thank you Haechanie.” you notice that he already smells a bit like alcohol. “Don’t get to drunk tonight okay, do you remember what happened last time?”

He looks away, embarrassed. At the last party Haechan got black out drunk and called Mr. Kang a “fat fuck” and got himself socked in the jaw.

“Yes noona.” he says and you chuckle.

You continue to greet people through out the night, shaking hands and giving light hugs to rich men and women.

The night continues to go swell until you stumble into someone and end und up with champagne all over your black Dior dress.

"Fuck," you curse under your breath, trying not to lose your cool. You look up at the culprit and you're met with an angelically handsome face. "I'm so sorry," the man says and calls over a waiter for a napkin.

"It's fine," you grumble. You're not afraid to be casual with him despite the fact that he probably has a gun strapped to his waist.

He hands you a wad of napkins. "I would help you out but I don't want to get stabbed."

You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Is that not a knife in your thigh garter?" he asks.

"How'd you notice that?" you smirk at him while dabbing alcohol off of your dress.

"I've got a keen eye," he smiles and hold a hand out. "nice to meet you, my name's Jaehyun."

You shake his hand. "I'd say nice to meet you too if you hadn't spilled champagne all over me."

He chuckles. "Am I gonna get your name?"

"It's y/n." you say put your hands on your hips.

"How do you know Taeyong hyung?" he asks.

"We've known each other since childhood," you say. "I have a collection of embarrassing stories about him if you want any."

He laughs. "Only if you don't mind."

You spend probably an hour talking to this guy and telling all about yours and Taeyong’s childhood adventures.

“No way he peed,” Jaehyun says, laughing loudly.

“I swear he did,” you insist. You guys are sitting in one of Taeyong’s spare rooms now. “it was the highlight of my year.”

“It’s so hard to imagine the main boss of the Yakuza pissing himself,” he says through choked up laughs.

He has a good laugh, hearty and from the soul.

“Right? I think I’m always gonna treat him the same as I did when we were kids no matter how many people he kills.” you giggle.

“That’s fucking hilarious,” he’s still chuckling.

He pushes his dark brown hair out of his perfect face.

He smells expensive and he’s wearing luxurious rings on a few of his fingers.

He takes a deep breath from all of the laughing and his eyes find yours.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says abruptly and you giggle.

“Thank you,” you smile and try not to stare as he takes his suit coat off. He rolls up the sleeves of his button down and you can see the tail of a dragon tattoo spiraling all the way down to his wrist.

He fidgets with his fingers, twisting his rings around. His hands are pale and look strong, you wonder what they’d feel like on your skin.

You sigh and lock eyes with him one more time before he leans over and takes you by the back of your neck. “Come here,” he says under his breath but you push him away.

“Do you think I’m that easy?” you say and he smirks.

“Come on my love,” he runs his hand down your thigh. “have some fun with me.”

“Make me.” you tease.

He smiles. “You’re gonna regret testing me,” he says pulls you by the waist right onto his lap.

He kisses like he knows what he wants.

Your hands find his hair and when you tug at the roots his hips buck up into yours just a little. You can already feel the heat building up in your core.

His arms tighten around your waist when he picks you up. You hold in a little squeal.

He lays you down onto the huge bed and goes right back to kissing you.

Soon his knee finds a place between your thighs and you moan into his kisses when he pushes up on you.

He smiles against your lips. “I didn’t know you’d be this sensitive.”

“Shut up,” you scoff and crash your lips against his.

Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and you unbutton them as quick as you can.

You push the shirt off and get a good look at him. The tattoo starts from his chest and goes all the way down his left arm. He has a couple others stamped around his right arm and his torso. He really looks like he’s been carved out of clay.

Jaehyun tugs at the zipper on your dress and pulls it off of you in one smooth motion. He carefully takes your garter off of you as well and kisses your thigh while he’s at it.

You suddenly feel the need to cover yourself.

“Don’t do that,” he pulls your arms away from your chest and kisses your neck. “I wanna see you.”

His lips travel from your neck to your collarbones then to your chest and down, down, down until he’s met with your lace underwear.

“Spread these legs for me,” he pushes your knees apart but they knock back together right when he lets go. You’re embarrassed, you’re not used to being so submissive but with him, it just comes naturally.

He comes up to kiss you again. “Don’t be shy sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks get hot. You’re so desperate for him that it hurts.

He pushes your thighs open again and kisses around the lining of your underwear making you whine in anticipation.

“Patience darling,” he tsks you. “think about how good it’ll feel once I finally taste that pussy.”

You prop yourself onto your elbows and watch him leave kisses everywhere but where you need him the most.

After what feels like hours, he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you one long stripe. You whimper and fall back onto the bed.

He tastes you agaonizingly slowly, drawing out every lick.

“I need more,” you whine and he smiles.

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” he says.

“Please?” you ask pathetically.

“Atta girl.” he says before indulging in you like you’re dessert. “Fuck you taste good.” he whispers.

Your head tips back as he licks on your clit just right.

He pushes one finger into you and you whine.

“More,” you beg and he pushes in another one.

“Fuck,” You grab onto the sheets and grind your hips against his face. You feel him moan against you and it sends tingles down your spine.

You’re so close to finishing when he pulls away. You look at him with wide eyes.

“What? Did you think you’d get it that easy?” he taunts and you rolls your eyes.

“Please fuck me.” you plead before kissing him.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” he says.

You whimper. “I said please.”

“Not good enough,” he denotes. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”

“So bad,” you exhale as he kisses your neck. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Mhm?” he mumbles. “What else.”

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel it tomorrow.”

He smiles. “That’s more like it.” He sits up and unbuckles his belt.

He strokes himself before rubbing the tip at your clit.

“Fuck me already,” you say.

“Of course darling,” he says before pushing into you.

You’re eyes nearly rolls back from how good it feels. He stretches you so perfectly.

He starts slow, rolling his hips into yours, giving you a taste of what he feels like.

“Harder,” you breath out. “please.”

He gribs your waist before slamming his cock into you. A loud whine escapes your mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says lowly.

“Keep going,” you say and moan when he complies.

You grab at back, scratching him from all of the pleasure.

He fucks you like he’s been doing it for years. Somehow he knows just how you like it.

“Touch yourself.” he tells you. “I wanna watch.”

He leans back, stilling fucking you to watch you rub your clit.

“So fucking hot.” he says with a smile as you play with your pussy.

He leans down to give you a kiss while he rams into you.

Your legs start to close but he pins them back open, keeping you spread for him. You moan, not caring if people hear you.

“How good does that cock feel?” he says.

It’s almost hard to respond. You’re so overwhelmed by the pleasure. “So fucking good,” you manage to say.

“You like when I fuck that cunt?” he kisses your neck. “Deep and hard.”

All you can do is nod pathetically.

You start to feel the fire building in your stomach and you grip at his inked covered arm.

“Don’t stop,” you beg and you’re relieved when he listens.

You feel your eyes roll back and your legs start to tremble as he hits your spot over and over, throwing you into your orgasm.

He moans into your neck as you pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he curses and slowly pulls out of you, letting his cum drip out of you.

You’re still shaking when he lays next to you. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back to help you calm down.

“You okay?” he whispers and you nod.

“You’re good,” you say and he chuckles.

“I know.”

[nagito-kissmaeda]

I really don't know if requests are open so I'm sorry if I didn't noticed they're closed 💔 However if they are open could you please write Nagito with female s/o that lost bet to Hiyoko and running around island in maid dress?

ミ☆ Sorry this took me so long! Also it got very nasty and i hope that is okay lol. I can’t help myself when it comes to Nagito. Word count: 2024 Contains: NSFW, fem reader, they/them pronouns, explict sexual content, voyeurism ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

This is humiliating. 

The Jabberwock island sun is burning down hot as always, you can feel the skin of your bare arms already starting to burn and your legs are getting sweaty under the thick thigh high socks. This outfit was not designed for this weather, but clearly Hiyoko Saionji cared very little about that fact.

She is walking beside you, snickering behind a hand. The six inch heels she has forced you into makes her seem even shorter than usual.

You sigh, “How much longer?”

“I told you! One whole lap of the islands!” She taps a finger to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “We’re about...halfway done.”

You huff and cross your arms. You don't usually wear heels, your feet are already starting to ache, and the unpaved path on central island makes it even harder for you to walk, “Can I at least take the shoes off?”

Saionji scoffs, “Uh, obviously not. The heels are essential. You think i'm just gonna let you run around in sneakers? What would even be the fucking point?”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. I get it.” 

To be fair, this was all your fault. After waking up from the Neo World Program, you and the rest of your classmates found that the island was a mess and had spent the past few months slowly making it livable. It must have been rotten luck that got you paired with Saionji to clean out the back room in the diner on the second island. Apparently the waitresses who worked there before the island was abandoned used to wear sexy maid costumes, and there happened to be one in your size. Saionji had said something about a bet, that if you were game enough to walk around in the maid costume, she would take on your cleaning duties for the next three days. It was a bad idea, you really should have said no.

There's a gust of wind and your short skirt flutters around your thighs. You clench your jaw and try your best to keep your panties from showing. Saionji laughs again. 

“Remember when we bumped into Hanamura earlier and he said that he thought you looked-”

“Shut up, Saionji.” You hiss, walking a little faster as you cross the bridge over to the first island, “Withstanding your ridicule was not part of the deal.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't not not part of the deal.” She sticks her tongue out. 

The heels are so loud on the wooden slats of the bridge, and it takes a decent amount of effort to stop yourself from getting stuck in one of the gaps and tripping. You can tell Saionji thinks it is very funny how hard you need to focus on your own feet. 

“Okay.” She says as you step out onto the island, “One loop here, and then back to the second island. You might actually manage it if you dont trip and break a leg on the way back,”

You shoot her a glare, “Was that a threat?”

She shrugs, “Just saying you should watch where you walk” She playfully taps your shin with the side of her foot, you manage not to stumble, but it was still a dirty move. 

Before you are able to call her out for her nasty trick, Saionji laughs again and nods her head in the direction of the cabins. You’ve just made your way in through the front gate, and are about to head down to the restaurant, “Look who was lucky enough to leave his cottage right as were walking past.”

Saionji’s intonation on the word lucky makes your stomach twist and turn. You’re too afraid to follow her line of sight, swallowing nervously and looking down at the ground, “Hey, uh, i think I’m calling it here. You win.”

You move to walk away, buy Saionji grabs you by the wrist, “What are you chickening out for? I didn't realise you were such a loser.”

“Saionji” You warn, glaring down at her, “You better let me go or else i will-”

“Ah, hello!” Komaeda interrupts. You freeze, heart racing at the sound of his voice. This is literally the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Your cheeks are burning “How lucky it is that I get to see the both of...ah…” His voice slowly trails off as he notices what you are wearing. It's with a newfound desperation that you struggle to escape Saionji’s grip, but she holds fast. 

“Hey, Weirdo.” Saionji jeers, her hand still tight around your wrist, “Do you like this cute outfit I found?”

“Oh...I...uh…” 

You let your eyes slip up to his face. Komaeda has his hair up in a ponytail and his cheeks are burning red as he stares down at the length of bare thigh peeking out from the top of your stockings. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You like Komaeda. As in, you really like Komaeda. 

Seeing him getting all flustered is doing strange things to your stomach, but you are still frozen with embarrassment. 

“I think he likes it~” Saionji taunts, smirking up at you. 

His eyes are combing over you, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth. There's warmth between your thighs, your fingernails are digging into your palms. You barely even notice as you start getting bolder, gently brushing the hemline of your skirt with your hand, tugging it a little further up your thigh. Komaeda’s throat bobs. 

“Did...did Saionji make you do this?” He asks.

You nod, still feeling too overwhelmed to actually say anything. He must see the way you are looking at him, the way his blush runs all the way down to his collarbones, the way you want desperately to see more of his skin. His eyes meet yours questioning, but hungry. 

“You look…” he heaves a shaky breath, eyes quickly flitting over to Saionji  like he is trying to remind himself that she is still there, “...good.”

You grip onto the fabric of your skirt to stop your hands from shaking, “Thank you. Um-” you look down at your toes for a moment,  “Hanamura got kind of weird about it, but i'm uh…” you look back up at Komaeda, his eyes are perfect and green, “I’m glad that you like it…”

He’s just staring at you now, and you hope that he understands the meaning of your words. That maybe this whole embarrassing ordeal is worth it if he finds you attractive. You want him so badly, you want him to want you so badly. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you quiver with something. Nerves? Excitement? 

“What the fuck is happening right now?”

You and Komaeda are suddenly pulled from a trance and forced to look back down at Saionji. She’s staring up at you with a mix of horror and confusion.

You feel a bolt of arousal shoot down to your center when Komaeda turns to her and says, “Would you mind leaving us alone, Saionji-san?”

Saionji blinks, “Huh? We’ve still got to walk all the way back to the second island or they lose the bet! I'm not going anywhere in case she cheats!”

“Bet’s off.” You say, pulling your wrist from her grasp and taking a step closer to Komaeda. God, even with the heels on he is still taller than you, “You should really go.”

Saionji barks a laugh, “Fine, but you better not complain when you have cleaning duty all next week.” 

He is very subtle about it, but you feel the cool touch of Komaeda’s fingers on your bare thigh, he stares at Saionji over your shoulder and is much less polite when he says, “Saionji, leave.” 

You don't turn around, but you hear the sound of sandals clattering on wood as she dashes out of the hotel area. The second she is out of view, Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders and pins you up against the wall of the closet cottage (Souda’s? It really doesn't matter) breathing so heavily that you can see his shoulders shaking.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...I” He back pedals, letting his arms fall to the sides, “I don't know what came over me, I'm such garbage i-”

Fuck it, you think. Grabbing the front of his coat and tugging his lips up against yours. It takes him a moment to recognise what is even happening, but the second he does, his large hands grab tight on either side of your waist and he kisses you back in a fervor. You can feel him moan against your lips, and it’s too much for you. So you spin him around until he is the one with his back up against the wall, jamming your knee in between his legs and shoving one hand up under his shirt. His skin is smooth, you can feel his ribs under your fingers. He whimpers under your lips when your tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his, and one of his hands creeps down to the short hemline of your skirt, slipping his fingers up underneath. You hear him choke on a moan when he finds that your stockings are being held up by a garter-belt. 

“You’re killing me.” He hisses against your mouth. 

You lift up the knee between his legs and grind it against his crotch. He makes the cutest little noise, hips wriggling against the pressure of your knee until he is basically fucking himself on it. You moan at the sight of him, cheeks red, hair mussed, writhing against you desperately. 

“That’s a good boy.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat, “Does that feel nice?”

“Hng-I….I…” he throws his head backward until it collides with the wall, “What about..ahhAH...what about you?”

Watching him like this is getting you wet enough as it is, you smirk and suck gently on his pulse point, “What about me? I want to watch you cum, sweetheart. That’s what i want.”

His green eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, he swallows, “Out….outside?”

“Yeah, baby.” You press your knee up even harder and relish in the choked sound he makes, “Right here.” 

You aren't sure what it is about the maid costume that gives you this confidence, but you feel powerful. Watching Komaeda moan and drool as he grinds furiously against your stocking-clad knee is only making you feel sexier. 

The hand you have under his shirt sneaks upward even further, he squeaks when you rub one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger, “You think you can cum for me, sweetheart?”

He nods furiously, hips quivering as you continue biting and sucking your way down his throat and over his shoulder. You can feel him growing more desperate, you can feel his pressing his throbbing cock harder and harder against the unyielding pressure of your knee. His mouth is hung open, drool is dripping down his chin and he is flushed all the way down to his chest. You moan just from the mere sight of him, your sex clenching with desire, but that would have to wait. You wanted to watch him come undone.

“I…I’m” he whines, writhing and panting against you, “I’m so close…”

“You’re going to cum?”

Komaeda makes a noise of affirmation, but it mostly just sounds like a moan. You grin and push your knee up even higher, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear.

“Go on, then.” You whisper, “Cum for me, pretty boy,”

A moan rips through him. So loud that anyone nearby must have heard it. His hips quiver and shake against you, grinding and wriggling and then finally coming to a stop. He looks godlike, his hair fucked five ways to hell and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A shaky giggle escapes his mouth, and then he licks his lips. 

“Okay. Your turn”

You don't resist when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to his cottage. Maybe Saionji actually helped you out for once, even if she didn't mean it. 

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Show me yours and I’ll show you mine

Mob! Leo x fem reader

Summery: You’re a sex worker working at the infamous Red Room (R&R) brothel in New York city when you run into Leo who’s there not on business. He, somehow, takes a liking to you and your adventure ensues.

Warnings: NSFW, sex work mentions, fist fight/violence, alcohol mentions, violence mentions.

((A/N: This doesn’t have much of a plot, just a fun idea I had and I haven’t written a mob fic in so long so here ya’ go!!))

It wasn’t a slow day at Red Room, Clients had been in and out all day and it was nearing 7pm. The smell of perfume and cologne hung heavy in the air and the place was starting to get messy. During the day the brothel is mainly used for men to drink and be kept company but when the night hits, it comes alive.

Women roaming around in lingerie of every kind, singers and dancers to entertain those who are just here to escape their wives or boys trying to become men chasing down pretty women who only show interest after they flash their cash. Security is pretty tight, too. Can’t have minors getting in, as much as they try, or anyone throwing off the atmosphere with drunken brawling.

It’s a beautiful September night, the air is still warm the remnants of summer and sun beans are streaming in through the ornate glass windows. Classic, beautiful furniture covers the main room where men get to know their chosen girl before she takes them back to her room and the bar is crowded with the usuals who are just here to watch and have a good time.

You walk through the vast room, smiling and making chit chat with as many of the men as you can before picking up your drink and retiring to one of the chairs. For a busy day it was still slow for you. You adjust your thigh highs as you sit and take off your heels. A small rest wouldn’t kill you. There were all sorts in tonight including, or so you’d heard, one of the mob boys. You hadn’t laid eyes on him yet but there was a certain tension surrounding the place that only the turtle boys could create so even if you hadn’t seen him, you could feel him. They weren’t strangers to R&R, sometimes they’d bring business associates here to butter them up, buy them a girl for the night and talk business where she kissed their neck or they’d come for their own pleasure. 

You take another look around the room, most of the men were focused on Starla who was singing a blues version of “how to be a heart breaker”, her voice slightly deeper than usual and full of sensual promise and her bright red, lacy bra and panties are particularly stunning. Praying that no one will approach you for at least another 10 minutes you take a sip of your whiskey and sit back to enjoy the show- when you hear it.

From a more distant corner of the room there are raised voices and harsh words being thrown about, something that is not accepted in the Red Room. Putting down your drink, you pick up your heels in your other hand and go over to see what all the fuss is about.

“I want what I fucking paid for!” comes a voice from a heavily intoxicated man who is standing on the last step to the stairs. Cherry stand in front of him, clearly distressed and looking slightly dishevelled. You can only assume that something went wrong in the bedroom and she had to run. Bastard you thought to yourself.

“Not if you won’t wear a condom! There are fucking rules!” she bites back. She was right, R&R had very strict guidelines to keep their girls and patrons safe and condoms must be worn for any and all sexual activity as well as regular STD checks.

That’s when he finally loses his cool completely, grabbing Cherry by the hair and trying to pull her back up the stairs. You don’t know exactly what came over you but before you know what you’re doing you drop your heels and rush over, prising his hand from her hair and socking him in the jaw. His head flies back from the impact and hits the wall, ricocheting off it before he falls down cold on the stairs which is met by a round of applause from the crowd that has gathered around you both. You turn to a now crying Cherry.

“you ok? What did he do? You alright?” you ask in quick succession. 

“I-I’m-” she sobs and holds on to you, you wrap your arms around her bare waist and move her slightly to the side as the ever late security deals with the unconscious guy. You decide it’s better to get her away and instead take her outside where some of the other girls have crowded round and offer her drinks and cigarettes as well as their sympathies. They stroke her hair and comfort her so you venture back inside, leaving her in their very capable hands. 

Once back in the main room, the madame for the night walks briskly over to you with a hard expression on her face.

“And just what was that?” She half whispers

“I know right, that jerk was trying to make her go bare back even though we’re super specific that we don’t do that here” you reply

“Not that!” She snaps “That little brawl you had with him. What do you think you were doing?”

“...Defending my colleague?” you’re confused, this isn’t the first time one of the girls here has had to step up for another, it probably won’t be the last either. 

“We have to crack down on you- you girls getting into fights! It’s dangerous and irresponsible and I think you should go home for the rest of-”

You both stop when you sense a presence to your right. Looking over you come face to face with a towering figure: Leonardo.

The madame clears her throat and smiles

“Ah, Mr Leonardo! How- how may we help you?” she beams at him. You’re not sure if it’s out of respect or fear, probably a mixture of both.

“How much for this one?” He says point blank.

“Excuse me?” The madame’s jaw almost hits the floor

“How much for this one for a few hours?”

You smile and give him big doe eyes as he talks price with her and she still attempts to send you home. Eventually it’s settled and allows you to take him back to your room.

He’s silent on the walk up there even as you chat idly about how handsome he is as you usually do with clients and making sure to sway your hips extra heavily to give him a good view as you walk up ahead of him.

Once tucked inside your room, you kneel on the bed and face him.

“So, how do you want me, big guy?” you say in a low, seductive voice.

He sits in a chair by the door in the corner and lights up a cigarette which isn’t technically allowed but acceptations are always made to accommodate the mob boys so you let it slide. 

“You can cut that shit out now” he says bluntly.

“what shit?” you’re confused again

“The ‘big guy’ and ‘you’re so handsome’ practically drooling over me shit. It’s overdone and, honestly, you’re not very convincing.”

“I’ll have you know that my acting skills are top notch but if you want realness lets go. How do you wanna fuck me and how long do I have to put up with you for?”

He smiles at that

“Atta’ girl”

You both sit in silence for a few minutes as he looks over you, drinking in your form. His eyes always linger on your hips and the garter belt around your waist so you can safely assume these are your best features in his opinion. 

“What possessed you to take on that drunk guy?” he breaks the silence

“My friend was in trouble, besides, I’ve got a solid right hook and wanted an excuse to use it” you reply. He smiles again. Not to be cocky, but I think I’m winning him over you think to yourself.

He’s rented out your room for two hours and all he seems to want to do is talk. He doesn’t even get up from his chair apart from once and only then it was to look out the window as he asked you about how you ended up here. You assumed it was some kind of saviour complex, the whole “how did a nice girl like you end up in a dump like this” routine but the truth is you like the Red Room. You love the attention and praise it gets you, your family knows what you do for a living and are proud of you and you’ve made some good friends here. 

“...Besides” you continue “it’s the only place around here where it’s not impossible to make 5 grand in a night if you try hard enough. Most other places can’t say the same.”

He was decent conversation although he was reluctant to tell you anything about himself, but he listened and appeared genuinely interested in what you had to say. You even made him laugh a few times. You didn’t know the turtle boys even had a sense of humour. 

Your 2 hours with him were coming to an end and, after pouring him a final drink, you said your goodbyes, It wasn’t completely unusual for a client to simply want to talk for their time with you, but from what you’d heard the turtle boys have an insatiable appetite for women so it doesn’t quite sit right with you that he didn’t want your body. Oh well.

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The next morning was your day off. You woke up before your alarm and took a few minutes to hug your pillow closer to you and breathe in the fresh morning air from the window by your head. Your apartment was modest but not dingy in the slightest, the Red Room paid well and your home reflected that to some extent although you never wanted to be flashy about it. Last night was still on your mind, the way Leo (as he had asked you to call him) looked at you was still burned into your memory. His scent and the way he raised each drink to his lips. Everything he did commanded authority and was done with such grace and composure. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by your alarm, only, it wasn’t your alarm. 

Confused, you look at your phone and see the madame is calling. What does this old bitch want? you think before answering the call.

“Hello?” you talk into the phone, trying to hide your distaste at being bothered on one of your precious days off.

“Hi, y/n, I really hate to do this but I need to get straight to the point. You have an outcall today.” the voice replies

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, This is my day off and I don’t do outcalls anymore. That’s been cleared with you guys for months.” the annoyance was beginning to shine through your voice. 

“Yes, I’m aware, but special allowances have to be made when certain clientele....Desire your company...”

“Who the fuck do you think is special enough to get me out of bed right now?” you hiss into the phone

“Leonardo...”

You didn’t hear the rest of her sentence as you take a second to let that sink in. Half of you was pissed as hell that these rich boys get whatever they want and whoever they want just because they practically run the town through fear, but another small part of you was...Flattered. 

“What time and where?” you ask

The madame gives you all the information and you hurry out of bed to get showered and ready. You only had an hour and a half to make yourself look presentable and actually get half way across town to his mansion. 

Five minutes before you need to be out of the door, you take a second to admire yourself in the mirror. You had done a good job with your cat eye makeup and you were pretty sure your have him eating out of your hand with the little baby pink slip dress you were wearing. Underneath was another garter belt, thigh highs and a small heel. You could have gone bigger considering you were only average height and Leo must have been about 6′7 at least but you decided a small heel worked better with the aesthetic you were cultivating. 

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The uber pulled up the the enormous house that towered in front of you, driving carefully between the ornate and ancient statues that seemed the guard the entrance to the driveway. Opening the door and stepping out, the almost overwhelming aroma of roses filled your nose from the thickets by the front door. Everything was beautiful and clearly meticulously designed and placed. You felt your heart drop. What the fuck do I have to offer this guy who has everything? You swallow the lump in your throat and go to ring the door bell. 

A small, round man dressed in a white shirt and black waistcoat answers the door and smiles at you as if you ask why you’re here. Running a hand through your hair in an attempt to compose yourself (you’re a professional after all) you use your most confident voice to say:

“I’m y/n, and I’m here for Leonardo. He should be expecting me”

Realisation washes over the man’s face as he asks you to “please come in” and you take a seat in the foyer. You take a second to look around. The entrance hall is magnificent, a huge chandelier hangs above you with crystals or even diamonds (you weren’t sure but they were rich enough to afford such luxuries) casting glorious rainbows around the room as the light from the windows shines through it. The furniture had to be custom made, you’d never seen anything like it before and in the centre of the foyer is a round table with the most beautiful vase you’d ever seen and a carefully constructed bouquet of flowers sitting in it. You’d started to realise that maybe you were in too deep, but there was no getting out now.

It’s not long before you here footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. Leo and his older, and somehow taller, brother were walking down and seemed to be deep in conversation. They were still a little too far away to hear and they spoke in hushed voices but you could make out the purple suited one say

“She’s not talking” in a feverish voice to which Leo replied

“That’s not my problem right now, deal with her before I deal with you!”

it sounded serious.

Once at the bottom of the staircase and spotting you, he posture relaxes a little and he puts on that charming smile which reminds you that you need to do the same. That’s what he’s paying for, but he has such beautiful deep blue eyes that it;s difficult to not get distracted by them. He wore a black suit with very thing white lines going down it and a baby blue handkerchief in the breast pocket, his signature colour. He looked to die for.

He approaches and greets you with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek while telling you how beautiful you look. What a silver tongue he has. 

He takes you on a tour of the house and garden, it’s clear that he’s only doing this as a formality, to get you comfortable around him and it isn’t to brag. He almost seems indifferent about his extreme wealth. There were a few rooms with heavy locks on the doors and he didn’t show you into those or one entire wing of the house; telling you that was under construction. You saw Donatello go through to that area, though but, you didn’t want to rock the boat by asking questions.

Eventually he took you out to the patio, it was stunning. More roses and other potted flower stood all around and the table was set with silver cutlery and beautiful wine glasses. He pulled a chair out for you to sit, like a true gentleman.

As waiters came and went, bringing you both lavish meals and more wine, you talked for hours. Well...You talked. He mainly listened and asked questions. You couldn’t help but feel entirely comfortable around him, something about his presence was so non-judgemental and sincere that you felt you could answer everything honestly and not put up a front like you usually would on other “dates”. The only trouble around when you spoke next.

“So I’m been rattling on for ages. Tell me about you. What do you like to do in your spare time? Do you like living with your brothers? Where did you grow up?”

That last question seemed to hit a nerve as he looked as if he winced slightly  at it. He didn’t answer.

You put your hand on his

“Did you hear me?”

He pulled his hand away and looked you in the eyes

“I didn’t pay you to interrogate me. You’re here to sit and look pretty, not open your fucking mouth”

You were stunned. This sudden turn seemed to come from nowhere and that’s when you felt the anger rise up in you. You’d never been one to hold your tongue and you weren’t going to start now- consequences be damned.

“Well excuse the fuck me!” you began “Why is it that every guy feels so entitled to my life but so unwilling to tell me anything about their own? Oh yeah! Maybe it’s because they’re so boring an insignificant in this world that they have to pay a woman to come talk to their sorry ass because no one would do it for free. I thought you were different but it’s all for show, isn’t it? The house, the cars, the money... Nothing behind that, just another pitiful, sad little man who has to pay for a quick fuck. I’m outta here”

You throw your napkin down on the plate and walk away. You almost make it to the front door when a hand grips your wrist, turning you to face them.

Leo looks sorry for himself. It’s clear he knows the magnitude to which he’s messed up but he doesn’t say anything right away.

“Well?” you say impatiently? “Look, you wanted me here. I just go where the money takes me but for a second I thought there might actually be some kind of connection. You want a real date, then you have to tell me about yourself at least a little. That’s what real people do. But if you’re just going to be a giant douche with no respect, I’m leaving.”

“It’s not a happy story” he finally says through gritted teeth, hand still firmly around your wrist. “But if you want to hear about it, follow me”

He takes you upstairs a through a few more hallways until you reach what must be his room. It’s just as beautifully designed as the rest of the house but with a few more personal touches. As opposed to the slightly Italian looking architecture and design of the rest of the house, his room has katanas hung up on the wall and a small nook in the corner of the room where a tea maker sits. It’s more homely than the rest of the place. More his own.

He sits you down on the bed and slowly begins to explain.

He doesn’t go into too much detail, you imagine that would be too painful for him.He tells you how he was found in a sewer with his brothers and then made to wear chains and perform for sick crowds of smiling a grimacing humans and how he hated them. He mentioned the beatings and the torture, the hunger he felt everyday. He spoke on the anger his father harboured and how they would dream of a revenge so bloody and raw that he hoped god would look away while they did it. He told you about their escape and how it was the first time he’d know the touch of a human that hadn’t left a scar. It was all horrific and you couldn’t believe he survived that.

“...We still don’t know what Mikey saw that night but whatever it was, he didn’t talk for three weeks and now he’s...Well, now he’s the new Mikey. I don’t talk about it because who would want to know? And I don’t want pity, I don’t want your sympathy just because ‘boo hoo, he had a tough childhood’ ”

You place your hand on his cheek and turn his face towards you, he didn’t look at you the entire time he spoke.

“I don’t pity you” You began “I admire you. Going through all that and still being a functional person? That takes a strength I couldn’t muster”

You lean in to kiss him on the cheek, he turns his head and kisses you on the lips slowly, as if to savour every second of it. You hands go to his face and he lightly grips the back of your neck as the kiss intensifies. You lie back and he takes his place on top of you, between your legs and he trails one hand up your thigh to your hip, going just underneath your now bunched up dress.

He begins to kiss down your jaw line and towards your neck and your breath hitches in your throat at the pressure of his lips on your skin. His attention turns to your cleavage, he looks up at you as if you ask for permission and you nod before his head delves between your breasts, kissing and lapping at your tender flesh. You roll your head back and begin to pant slightly. The way he’s so attentive and gentle yet composed and in control is a nice contrast that few men can do successfully. 

Cupping one of your breasts as he kisses it, you put your hand under his chin to return his mouth to yours and your tongues swirl together in ecstasy as you moan into his mouth.You can feel him hardening through his tailored trousers. Pulling back, you begin to unbutton his shirt as he takes off his blazer before reaching down between the two of you and cupping his bulge through his clothes. He almost growls at that and takes the top of your dress in his hands, ripping it down the middle. You look up at him wide eyed and he simply smiles and whispers

“I’ll buy you ten new ones”

You can’t see too well in the room as the sun is beginning to set but you can still make out how toned and muscular his chest is even in the half light. You run your fingers over his abs as he pushes up your dress and pulls down your underwear. Leo begins to kiss down your inner thighs, nipping gently as he gets closer to your sex

“No” you say suddenly. He stops immediately and looks at you “I want you. I just wanna feel you”

Pushing himself up onto his knees, still between your open legs, he undoes his belt, unzips him pants and pulls them down. His hard, thick cock bouncing free from its previous restraints. He takes a quick second to reach into his bedside draw and pull out a condom that he puts on with ease. He leans down and puts one hand firmly on the bed next to your head and with the other lines himself up at your already soaked entrance. You ready yourself for whats about to come, he’s bigger than your usual clients. He slowly pushes himself inside you and you gasp at the pleasurable agony of how torturous it is. Eventually he bottoms out and kisses you on the lips before looking into your eyes.

“are you ready?” He asks, you nod in return

His hips start at a slow but hard pace, obviously warming you up for whats to come. He nibbles at your ear and his hand becomes entangled in your hair, pulling it lightly as if to test the waters of how you feel about that. The more you moan the faster and harder he goes while whispering how much of a good girl you are in your ear and telling you how you take him so well.

All you can do is breathlessly moan and beg him not to stop, he looks into your eyes with a devilish mischief and says

“Stop? We’re only just starting”

He pulls out and flips you onto your front, pulling your hips up to meet his and enters you again from behind. He grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind your back, gripping it there to stay and place and with the other he gathers up the lengths of your hair and pulls so that you’re facing forwards. His pace is punishing and your eyes begin to tear up from just how mind blowing he is. Occasionally he would let go of your arm to give you a quick, sharp slap on the ass or to caress your hips a little but eventually he would always grip your wrist again, keeping it in place.

His pace begins to slow and he looks down at himself sliding in and out of you.

“Baby, you’re being so good. Look how well you’re taking me. Such an angel” he coos 

“I- I can’t take much more” you whisper but he hears and chuckles to himself. Letting go of your arm his hand slides between your thighs and begins to play with your clit, each circle he rubs is in time with his thrusts and it’s driving you crazy.

“Leo, Leo! I-” you can’t take anymore as a full body orgasm rolls through you and you almost collapse if it weren’t for his arms holding you up. One more smack on your ass and a few more thrusts and you can tell he’s almost at his own release.

“Fuck baby” He purrs and he explodes inside of you before leaning down the kiss the centre of your back. He gentle places you down on the bed so that you don’t just falls that way and quickly goes to dispose of the condom.

You get under the sheets of the bed, still panting slightly and a thin mist of sweat is lining your forehead. Leo gets into bed beside you in the now dark room and you push yourself closer to him as he wraps an arm around you. You lean in and close your eyes against his chest. Sex always made you sleepy, well, good sex did. He looks down at you, kisses your hair and whispers

“You’re gonna need that sleep. I just know I’ll need to have you again in the morning”

You smile against his skin as he rubs small circles on your back as you drift off. The last thing you remember is him whispering, and you’re not sure if it was to you or himself

“It felt good to finally tell someone all that shit. I’m glad you’re here”

Feeling appreciated and satisfied you let sleep take you, only left to dream about what pleasures the morning had waiting for you.

The end

[babbushka]

Alright

1920s Archaeologist!Kylo Ren x Egyptologist!Reader

3.4k; NSFW

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It’s quiet, in the library. You’d snuck in, jimmied the lock of the back door. There was something on your mind, something you needed to look at, that was hidden on one of the shelves. It’s quiet, save for your dinner party heels clicking on the tiled floor, the beads of your dress shimmering and rustling against one another.

The party had been grand -- or was swanky the term? Bright golden brass of jazz filled your ears, but something was off, it had been bothering you all day. You wanted another look at those translations, wanted to read and re-read them again. It couldn’t wait, you simply had to get access to them, had to stare over the hieroglyphs once more.

The clicking of your heels grow faster in the library, though you don’t walk at a quicker pace. Frowning to yourself, you hide around the corner of a bookshelf, worrying for a moment that you’ll be caught, that you’ll be reprimanded – thrown off the excavation team. You hold your breath, but in the low light of candles, you see the strong and wide back of a man you’d recognize anywhere.

“What are you doing here?” You ask Kylo, because of course it’s Kylo, of course it is.

He’s sitting at one of the research benches, typing away something with great passion. For a moment you regret interrupting his thought, but he doesn’t halt in his ministrations. In fact, he even reaches up and takes a drag from his cigarette, continues to type with one hand.

“Practicing my spelling.” Kylo replies in a deadpan manner that you’ve come to learn is him joking. Still half-hidden behind the bookshelf, Kylo doesn’t bother to turn around to look at you when he remarks, “I should ask the same of you, Doctor.”

“It’s just late, that’s all.” You ignore his would-be question. You and Kylo are equals on the team, you don’t need to explain yourself to him, you don’t report to anyone. But the truth is it is late, and you had hoped no one would be in the library, no witnesses to you breaking the rules.

“That it is.” Kylo replies, once again offering nothing of substance. Or maybe, everything of substance.

You can’t ever seem to tell with the man.

Kylo resumes his typing, and you stand there feeling foolish. You’d come with a plan, and you intended to see it through, at least for an hour or two. Now, where was that book? You began to browse the shelves, looking for the faded cover you had poured over not two days prior. You wonder what he’s typing so furiously, wonder what could be so important.

“You know, to be an early riser is one thing, to be a night owl is another. It cannot be good for someone to be both.” You say, and this does make Kylo stop.

“And here I thought you didn’t like me.” He gets up from the research table then, and you hold your breath.

He is heading straight for you, and damn it all, your heart begins to quicken with each step he takes. You don’t fear him, no not at all. Your feelings are hurt by him, and you feel foolish letting them interfere with anything at all. Does he know what he does to you? The way he makes you feel? He can’t possibly, or he would have done something by now.

So, you tip your chin up defiantly and hold his handsome gaze evenly and simply say, “I don’t. I just don’t want you to be more irritable than normal out in the field tomorrow.”

But Kylo, damn damn damn Kylo, he smiles, and crosses his arms over his chest. His sleeves are rolled up and you can see his impressive forearms, and you try your hardest not to eye the way the veins in his strong hands stand out, the way his muscles flex. You fail.

“I’m taking that as a sign that you like me.” Kylo says softly, teasingly, playfully.

“Well don’t.” You snap, and his eyes soften when you walk away.

Kylo blessedly walks in the opposite direction, back to the bench, back to where his typewriter has been left mid-sentence, mid-word. You think this is the end of his game, but he clears his throat, smokes some more.

“It’s over here, the translations.” He says, a cursed mind reader if you’ve ever met one. He holds up the book in his hand and you turn quickly, the beads of your evening gown jingling softly against one another. You set your jaw as he smiles, knowing you too well when he says, “If that’s what you’re after.”

“Thank you, pass them this way?” You ask, reaching out a hand.

“No, you’ll have to come and get it.” Kylo shakes his head, and you groan as your heels click all the way over to him.

He holds the books out of your reach, exploits his height so you have to come closer, and you do, you do you do you do; until you’re pressed up against him, one hand bracing on his chest, the other reaching for the book. It’s only then that he lets you have it.

You don’t move away.

“Do you always have to be,” You lick your lips, your lips which are so close to his, “So difficult?”

And damn him, he’s so handsome, so charming, so challenging. He’s a challenge, and one that you love to meet, one that you always hope to best. He’s so smart, and he knows it. You’re smart too. He’s handsome in the way that he winds his arm around your shoulder, brings the cigarette to his lips once more and inhales a great big lungful of it.

“If it excites you,” He says on the exhale, smoke catching in the low light of the candles, eyes sparkling with mirth, with something…something else, something you don’t dare put a name to, “Then yes.”

There’s a choice then, a choice to be made. You have the book, you could pull away from this man, this professor, this genius. You could pull away and go sit at the other end of the bench and pour over the translations like you’d planned. You could ignore him and his type writer and his cigarette and do what you came to do.

Or.

Or you could lean into the embrace, could close your eyes, could press your lips against his. You could kiss him, you’re already so close, you’ve wanted to for so long. He’s so much, and you want all of it. You could have it, if you make that choice. He smells incredible, like tobacco and ink and mystery of all thing. He was a mystery, an enigma. You breathe him in, and he lets you, he gives you time.

You don’t take long, before your desire for him wins out, and you close your eyes, hoping hoping hoping that he gets the hint, that he feels the same, that he wants you too.

Birds flutter in your veins when you feel the warmth of his mouth on yours, you could nearly burst into song. Your lips part in a gasp, and he takes the invitation to deepen the kiss, to bring it from something chaste to something more, something passionate. You let your arms loop around his proud shoulders, feeling the worn fabric of his vest, of his button-down, the soft waves of his hair. His hair oh heavens, is exactly as silky as you’d always dreamed.

He bites on your lower lip then, and you moan ever so gently. Ever so slightly. It sends Kylo into a frenzy almost, a haze of lust and want. He grasps you by the waist and lifts you up so that you sit atop the table, pushing aside papers and books and journals for your body to rest. He kisses you and kisses you again, his hands are so large as they cup your face!

You can’t take it, you won’t deny yourself this any longer. Your hands fumble with the buttons on his vest in the dark and he understands, he knows what you want, he unclasps the hook at the back of your dress and eases the zipper down down down.

“Here?” You whisper, shivering from something other than cold, as he slides the slinky fabric away from your body, takes the sight of you in.

“Yes, yes if you’d like, only if you’d like.” Kylo kisses your neck, your shoulders, as he peels away your gown and reveals your silk camiknicker underneath. His hands dance across your body, unsure of where he’s allowed to touch, unsure of what he’s allowed to have. He swallows hard but looks at you soft, “We can – my rooms are not far.”

You can’t bear the thought of stopping this now, not now, so you shake your head, stand up for a moment so that you can strip down properly. Sliding the undergarments off your body, you are left naked to him, save for your stockings. He doesn’t take them off, doesn’t wish to remove them and you don’t mind – you feel so sultry like this, standing there in the library in just the stockings.

“This is good.” You breathe, work on getting him down to nothing as well, perhaps leaving him in his sock garters and nothing more so that you two might match. You laugh then, cover your mouth with your hands from sheer excitement, “This is, fuck Kylo, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“What, sex in a library?” He teases as he steps out of his trousers, as his layers fall to the floor. “Or sex with me?”

You eye him then, get a proper eyeful of him. He’s so well defined, David before you. But unlike David, well. His cock is far more impressive as it fills out in his hand. He’s shy about it, about his size, about this whole thing you realize, as in the candlelight you can see splotches of embarrassed flush across his chest, his ears.

“Both.” You nod, allowing him this, encouraging him to step forward, encouraging him to take you.

“Shall we kill two birds with one stone then?” He murmurs against your lips as he pushes you gently, ever so gently back against the table, encourages you to lie down.

“Yes, yes Kylo please.” You grasp for him, part your legs for him.

Before he steps between them though, he reaches down to the ground and grabs a hold of his vest, rolls it into a makeshift pillow and sweetly tucks it underneath your head. The gesture makes your chest clench, for it is more tender than anyone has ever done for you in a long long time.

His hands touch your first, before anything else. They slowly make their way down your body, naked and beautiful and all for him. Calloused palms, an archaeologists palms, caressing your flesh. He kneads at your tits for a moment or two, enchanted by the way his hands hold them so nicely. He bends himself over you, licks a long stripe up your sternum, thumbs rubbing at your nipples.

“Kylo.” You whine, impatient, and he smirks.

You can feel it against your ribs where he sucks a mark that’ll only be there for the two of you to see, a hidden something underneath your breast, just below your heart. But still he moves down down down, your stomach tensing, breath catching in your throat.

You’d expected a hard and fast fuck, not this, not something so caring, so sincere. He kisses down your stomach, noses at your thigh before kneeling on the bench and using the leverage there to wind his arms around your thighs, letting your knees squeeze at his head, as he takes the first taste of your wanting pussy.

“Oh!” You gasp, a hand flying down to take a fistful of his hair.

Your hips lift for him, want to be closer, want him to do more to take more to taste more. You’re so wet, you can feel it, can hear it as his tongue slides through your folds, as he swallows down whatever you give him. He moans into your pussy, tongue licking flat and broad before rolling it into you, trying to get closer.

Your heels dig into the muscles in his back, as you cling to him, as you arch your back for him, as you open yourself up for him. He goes straight for your clit, sucks on it hard, and you’re nearly jackknifing up from the shock of pleasure which ripples across your stomach. You feel like your nerves are filled with those pretty beads, feel like they’re shimmering up and down your spine.

Your cunt clenches around the emptiness, missing his tongue – when suddenly fingers enter you, stretch you nice and slow.

“Kylo I need – give me more,” You insist, and he pulls away. You tug on his hair because no, that’s the opposite of what you asked for, but he only smiles.

“My beautiful girl,” He says as he fingers you, as you moan around the squelch of your slick on his hand, “You’ll get what you want, I promise. You have to trust me, have to let me take care of you, prepare you.”

You huff and puff and moan and groan and whine and writhe on the table, papers sticking to your body, fluttering around you as the candles burn softly, as he touches you with reverence you’d only seen him hold in artifacts.  

“But – ” You start, and he only shakes his head, seeks out something inside you with those fingers. There’s only two in you, no, now three, but you feel filled to the brim, like you can’t possibly take any more.

“I know, just a little longer, and then I’ll blow your back out, fuck you dumb.” He assures you, and oh that sounds so delicious, the prospect of emptying your head of all your thoughts aside from the feeling of pleasure.

His cock is hard and thick and curves up deliciously, is dangerously hard, leaking all over your thigh where it’s rubbing against you as Kylo prepares you, as he readies you for it. You know that it’ll be worth it, this wait. Hell, you’ve waited months for this moment, you could wait a few moments more.

Still you whine and pout and cry, and it breaks down his resolve, his hips starting to buck against you when he makes you shout out his name loud loud loud – he’s found it, found the spot inside you which makes light sing through your veins.

“Just a little longer, I promise.” He whispers, pushing and pulling his fingers back over the spot more and more, harder giving you only some of what you want but not nearly enough.

He has expert hands and they work you well, they work you open and stretch you. Your hands have a death grip in his shoulders, and you almost wish he were fingering you in his bed like he offered, so that you might have a pillow to bite into, or sheets to grasp.

And right when you’re about to come, right when you can feel it, right when the heat in the pit of your stomach starts to wash over you – he pulls away, replaces those fingers with that cock of his, pushes it into you right up to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You shout, “Oh fuck, Kylo! Yes!”

It is perfect, the way he thrusts hard, the way the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes up into the rafters of this ancient library, in this ancient city, as you commit an act of passion older than the test of time. Oh how he is passionate, oh how he kisses you even as he curses too, as he grunts out his lust, face contorted into searing hot pleasure that your pussy can only provide.

“You’re so tight,” He thrusts hard hard hard, knocking the table across the floor an inch, two inches, three, “So wet, hot, fuck you’re made for me, made for my cock.”

“Dammit Kylo I’m – fuck you, we could have been doing this this whole time,” You lament with no real malice as you throw your head back, as you push your chest up for him. He sucks on your nipple, fucks you hard, makes you sweat and moan, “We could have had this the whole time.”

“IknowIknowIknow,” He groans into your chest, the baritone exploding through your body, goosebumps raising as he moans loud. He smacks a palm onto the table, makes the typewriter jump, makes one of the keys clack randomly just from the force of it, “Oh jesus, shit (Y/N), I’m – ”

“Don’t you dare!” You protest as his body covers yours completely, as he stretches his back out handsomely, his height meaning your face is now pressed against his chest as he fucks you, hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. You lightly swat at the side of his stomach, toes curling around his hips, “Not yet, please not yet.”

Oh his cock shoves into your pussy beautifully. If you were made for him, then this cock was made for you, just for you.

You clench around it, hold it deep inside you, shifting your hips and trying to get him to find that spot again. He’s hunting for it, you can tell with the way he props himself up above you, can tell he’s looking for it too with the determination that’s set across his face.

When he finds it, you come right away. Your body jolts under his, your thighs quake, your throat clicks as you scream out his name. His hips slam into you and stop thrusting, just pushing deeper deeper deeper into you as he comes, as his orgasm hits him too. He pants and collapses on top of you, exhausted.

It really was late, you think deliriously, drooling all over yourself as you feel the pulse and throb of his cock spending itself inside of you. There’s enough space between your bodies for Kylo’s hand to smooth itself over your lower stomach, to rub there. It’s incredibly sweet, and if you had any brain cells left working, you just might cry about it.

You ride out the high of your orgasms, turn to kiss his face. You don’t want to go back to the aloof tension that existed before, you don’t want that. But now that this is over, now that you’ve both expelled some of the build up between you, what was to come next?

He pants above you, leans down and steals a sweet kiss from your lips.

“I missed you, at the party.” You find your voice to whisper, your hands smoothing up his back and combing through his hair. “You should have been there. People were asking about you.”

“They were asking you about me?” Kylo smiles, sex drunk and tired.

“Yes, they assumed you would have accompanied me.” You nodded, sighing, reminding yourself of why your feelings were hurt in the first place. He looks at you with a worried frown, kisses the side of your nose and moves some hair out of your eyes with a gentle hand. “I… Don’t laugh, but I sort of assumed you would have as well.”

“But you don’t like me.” Kylo says, making you burst into laughter because oh how could he be so brilliant and yet so dense?

“No,” You chuckle, and he grins, and you grin, and he kisses you once more, twice more, simply because he can, because you’ll let him, even as you laugh and shake your head and lie, “I don’t.”

“Come back to my rooms with me.” Kylo whispers, so quiet now in the library.

It’s late, and the translations are all but forgotten now, all gone. It’s late, and you don’t like Kylo, no. No it’s something far closer to love, isn’t it?

“Alright.” You say, and his eyes widen, as if he were afraid of your rejection, as if you’d reject him after this.

“Alright?” He asks, because he has to make sure, has to know you’re not toying with him.

But this isn’t a game, not anymore. The cat has caught the mouse – but which one was which? You’re not so sure anymore, not sure who was pursuing whom, who was winning. In the end, you’re both winners, aren’t you?

You breathe together, simply savoring the moment; the cigarette stubbed out and the candles thinly smoking, the typewriter abandoned and the papers scattered about the bench. You nod. You nod and you kiss him and there in a library near the Valley of The Kings, a new relationship has blossomed, a partnership in every sense of the word, when you whisper,

“Alright.”

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[heath-ur]

00Q Kinktober - Day 7

Prompt List ; Ao3  Pairing: Bond x Q  Prompt: Sixty-Nine  Warnings: Smut, No Beta

Me: I need to get faster at these. Only 100-300 words of lead-up & 500-600 words of smut. No more auxiliary characters. Go. 

Also Me: So let’s do nearly 700 words of unnecessary plot and make R lesbian.

Brain, why?   

The next afternoon, Q is still doing his best not to show his subordinates just how sore his ass is. He’s not sure how successful he’s been able to hide it from R or Moneypenny; going by their smug looks, not much, so he just eyes them smugly right back. ‘Yes, my arse is sore,’ he hopes his looks covey, ‘but it was so worth it.’ Going by their eye-rolls, he thinks they get it. 

Despite the distraction, he is able to complete 3 projects and assists 002 with breaching the security of her weapons-dealing mark. They gather enough intel that she’ll be returning to London in the next 48 hours. All-in-all, he thinks he deserves to be a little smug. 

So of course that’s when Bond walks into Q branch. Damn. Q knew he was forgetting something. 

He knows - he knows - that neither Bond or Alec consider these little liaisons as going steady. There has been no talk about exclusivity, they both still fuck during missions with or without honeypots. And that’s fine. Q isn’t one to be jealous - it’s a waste of productivity and energy. And he’s used to having multiple and infrequent partners. That’s what happens when you work with a governmental spy agency. 

However, he also knows that the two blonds are quite good friends. And also know how to kill with their thumbs. When he started this he didn't know that they would keep coming back for this long; he hadn’t realized that he would need to tell them about each other. Honestly, he’d thought that after the first successful mission each, the agents would lose interest. But of course they can’t even follow their own usual patterns. 

So this leaves Q standing at his platform station, hands planted on his sit-stand desk, as he faces a post-mission-high double-oh that wants a booty call while Q’s booty is off-the-table this time around. Q nods in Bond’s direction and cuts his eyes to the office-space he rarely uses since he prefers to stand among his subordinates. 

Bond nods back and wanders into the small, separated space. R gives Q a glance over her tablet as she swings by his desk with a new cup of tea. Q signs and takes a sip of the tea. His voice is as dry as the desert when he speaks up, “Alert security if I’m not back out in 5?”

R snorts and rolls her eyes, “And have them walk in to you being buggered? No thanks, boss. You’ve got about 30 minutes until that meeting with HR.” 

Oh, big buggering fuck. He forgot about that, too. Alec must have shorted out his brain last night. He hums and takes a bigger swing of his tea. “I suppose that’s another option.”

R sighs. Q isn’t sure how she makes it both exasperated and wistful. “If 002 ever fancies me back, you best be as understanding as I’m being right now.” 

Q nods, “If you find yourself a lady worthy of your brilliance, you can always borrow my office.” He turns and winks at her before making his way to the office. 

Inside, Bond is sitting on the futon that takes up a good third of the room while he looks at the lone Home Bargains art print on the opposing wall. He looks up and smirks as Q walks in and locks the door. “You know, not that I’m opposed to office sex, but I was planning on offering you dinner again.”

Q shrugs and crosses his arms, “I’ve 4 more hours, at least. No sense in you waiting. However, full disclosure, I’ve only 30 minutes and my arse isn’t an option at this time. I’m too sore.” 

Bond’s eyebrows slowly rise higher on his face as Q speaks, but his smile never waivers. “Oh? Well, I hope it was at least worth it. Anyone I know?” He waggles said eyebrows, gesturing with his hand for Q to step closer. 

Q steps until he’s only an arms reach away, humming. “Well, I have a type, you see. Something about blonds and muscles and men with licenses to kill.” He shrugs nonchalantly and loses the last of his nervous energy as Bond’s grin widens.

Bond lunges forward to wrap his palms gently at Q’s hips to drag him forward. “So, you’re Alec’s little kitten, hmm? He was singing your praises this morning.” 

Q slides one of his knees between Bond’s thighs to rest it on the futon’s edge, draping his arms loosely on Bond’s shoulders. “Do you two always gossip about your conquests?” 

Bond laughs and rubs his palms soothingly up Q’s back. “Only the good ones. And never enough to breach the virtues of their privacy. But, oh, the things we’re going to be talking about after this.” He suddenly reaches a hand up and grips Q’s curls in a tight grip, tugging him down enough for a kiss. 

Q can’t help his startled moan as he opens up his mouth for the kiss, letting Bond control the depth as he keeps gripping and twisting at the strands in his hand. When he’s let up, he knows his eyes must be dazed and he can feel the flush in his cheeks and down his neck. “So, no concerns, then?”

Bond confirms with another kiss, this one lasting only long enough to make Q whine as Bond pulls back and angles Q’s head to kiss down his jaw and throat to bite against the fabric of Q’s shirt. “30 minutes?” 

Q nods.

“Well, best make it worth it,” Bond winks and starks working on Q’s trouser buttons. Q gets with the program and begins to reciprocate, fighting with Bond’s buckle until it’s bested. 

Cocks freed, Bond pulls two condoms from his suit jacket pocket and rips one open to put onto his own cock. At the same time, he shifts and settles until he’s laying sideways on the futon, pants sliding off and down his legs. Q begins following him but gets stopped by a palm on his hip. “Turn around, Q, let me see Alec’s hard work.” 

Q blushes and his cock jumps as he fumbles putting the condom on. He lets his pants fall full to the ground, tripping out of his shoes to scramble onto the futon and swinging one leg to straddle Bond’s thighs, facing Bond’s feet. The man wears sock garters, the functional (non-functional) part of his brain thought as Bond’s previous words scrolled through the other half of his brain. 

Bond puts his hands back to Q’s hips and arranges the man as he sees fit, to get a better look. He hums and draws one finger around a still- tender mark of Alec’s index on the back of Q’s thigh. “Oh, these will be beautiful bruises. It really is too bad that he didn’t take pictures like he had wanted to.” 

Q’s traitorous cock jumps  again. He had to curl into himself and let his hands drop to either side of Bond’s knees. “20 minutes.” Q fails at trying to sound unaffected. 

Bond lets out an affected sad sigh. “We both best get to it, then.” And then in one motion he pulls Q’s hips closer to his head as he slides further down the futon to take Q’s cock in his mouth. It’s heat and the flutter of Bond’s tongue and the tapered rumble of his trapped laugh.

Q curses and takes a breath before he returns the favor and presses his mouth around Bond’s cock, sucking and working his tongue, trying to get his self-possession back by proving his skill. If Bond’s approving hum is any indication, he’s succeeding. Of course, that hum is accompanied by a controlled roll of Bond’s hip, making Q take more until Bond’s cock is being swallowed in the preservation of Q’s gag-reflex. 

Q sucks and rolls his own hips, smacking at Bond’s thigh in reprimand as the older man presses a thumb into one of Q’s forming bruises just to make him jump. He can’t help but squirm, even with his dick held in Bond’s mouth. The other hand gripping and fondling his bullocks doesn't help. Q would try working on Bond’s, but to be honest he needs both wobbling arms to hold himself up. 

Instead, he rises off until only Bond’s tip is still inside his mouth, takes a deep breath, and goes back down in three quick bobs, holding at the tip against just to repeat the pattern. The noises are slick and sound loud in the room. Q has a moment of concern about sound-proofing or lack thereof, but quickly forgets the concern as Bond does something with his tongue. Oh, maybe he could learn that.

The whole experience is a race to the finish-line and both parties cross nearly at the same time with matching thrusts and hot suction, faces messy and breathless. Q pulls back onto his knees and checks his watch. 

4 minutes. “Fuck.”

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

28 & 61-Snafu, let's go with smutty if you can. But I'll leave it in your hands. 😉👍

Snafu and smut . . . not an IF, but a WHEN ; ) And I feel like I should maybe apologize bc this is just filthy and it’s filthy in first person so I could try something a little different.

Warnings: Full smut ahead, so under 18s, away with ye!

* * * * *

To say I was pissed was an understatement.

 First of all, I had to look at Merriell, or rather, Snafu as he is called continually in front of this lot, in a tuxedo all night from ten tables away. He was so busy being a good groomsman for Eugene that he didn’t have time to even acknowledge me. And, even from a distance, it was clear Mer loved this kind of attention, loved being the one to crack jokes and get big laughs.  

 Being a good friend to Gene on his wedding day was not what made me angry. What pissed me off was that he looked so good in that tux. Normally, I felt that Merriell had the strongest libido out of the two of us, but tonight, I felt like my skin was on fire, like there was this constant, burning ache that needed to be satiated. And every time I looked at him, smiling, laughing, teasing Gene, I got so antsy, like I just wanted to grab Mer and drag him into a closet.

 God, I’m such a slut!

 I blame him entirely for this. The pleasure that man gives me really has made me a slut for him. And right now, this slut is none too happy that Merriell has a wispy little Southern belle as a dance partner.

 I know, I know. Groomsmen duties, but come on. Now I have to watch him being polite, throwing that smile at that poor little girl who looks like she’s been hit by a thunderbolt, gazing up at Mer with loving eyes.

 Merriell Shelton would destroy her; he’s entirely too much man for a delicate, sheltered flower like her.  

 God, I want him to destroy me right now—just take me. Right on the dance floor. We can make history and get arrested for fucking like animals in the middle of a proper, Southern wedding.

 What the fuck is he doing now? Jesus. He’s trying to kill me.

 As if watching him dance wasn’t bad enough now he’s eating cake. What I wouldn’t give to be serving him my cake right at this very—fuck me raw. There’s icing on the corner of his mouth. I watch him take another bite, then another before he notices it, snaking out his tongue first, then reaching one those strong, perfect fingers up to swipe off the frosting and—

 Merriell Shelton is making eye contact with me as he puts that goddamn finger of his in his mouth and sucks.

 I’m going to kill him.

 But only after he’s nearly fucked the life out of me.  

 * * * * *

 Pacing. I’m pacing in our hotel room because after that little shit licked the cake icing off his finger, he winked at me.

 And then he pointed upstairs, and I didn’t need him to point twice. I almost knocked the last of my drink over as I whipped my wrap off the back of my chair and damn ran to the elevator.

 He’s making me wait on purpose—I know this game because he knows the effect he has on me. He’s conditioned me, like fucking Pavlov. A tux, some smiling, a little dancing, and one single finger in his mouth and I’m damn near panting.

 Well, if he’s going to take his merry time, I’m not going to wait.

 I eased out of my heels and slipped my dress off, tossing it over a chair. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with how my stockings and garter look along with my bra—all black and lacy and delicate.

 I felt sexy.

 And definitely bold enough to just sliiiiide my fingers beneath the waist band of my panties and touch—

 “Hold it, darlin’,” Merriell’s voice sounded from somewhere near the door and I froze.

 I’m still standing in front of the mirror, watching myself, but as Mer stepped closer and came into view, my hand continued its trajectory.

 I smirked as I watched his mouth open, whether from arousal or from disbelief, I wasn’t sure, but I ignored him anyway.

 I brushed against my clit and bit my lip as I watched his mirror eyes shift from my face to the juncture between my thighs.

 I didn’t want to close my eyes because I wanted to see if what I was doing to him was even just a fraction of what he had done to me all night, but I needed to close them for effect. As soon as I shut my eyes, I breathed in a soft, sexy voice, “Snaaafuuu,” purposefully elongating the vowels to draw out the moment.

 I gasped as Mer’s hands grabbed my hips, pulling me against his body and holding me firmly in place. His movement was so fast and so rough that my hand jostled right out of my panties.

 “Wha’ didja call me?” he breathed into my ear.

 “Snafu,” I said, arching my brow and meeting his eyes in the mirror.

 One hand was still on my hip, but the other had snaked up to grasp my jaw.

 I continued, “That’s who you are when you’re with them. That’s what they all call you.”

 “Don’ use words ya don’ undastand, baby girl.”

 “I know what it means,” you shot back, watching as Mer’s eyes darkened in the mirror. “I asked around.”

 Merriell still hadn’t moved, still hadn’t released me and the throbbing between my legs was now a maddening crescendo with every press of his fingers into my skin and with every whispered word that vibrated through his chest.

 “Is dat what ya want? Ya want Snafu to fuck you like the hot little slut ya are?”

 “Yes,” I said, firm and clear.

 “Hands and knees. On the bed, right on the edge—no, leave those stockin’s on,” he said as I had moved to unclasp my garters.  

 I positioned myself just as he commanded. I honestly hadn’t thought it were possible to get any more wet, but the sight of him shrugging out of his coat, then unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it on but hanging open, shot another wave of desire right through me. Mer—Snafu, I corrected in my head, kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks before moving behind me.

 It was such a loss for me, being unable to see him, but soon his hands were on me, running down my back and over the strap of my bra, running along the edges of my panties, his fingers sliding under the garter straps to tease the skin there. And then, I realized he was slowly folding back the edges of my underwear, revealing more and more of my ass, bunching up the light material until it was firmly between my cheeks.

 He reached out with both hands and grasped and squeezed my ass before pulling me back to tease me by grinding our hips together.

 I moaned, delighted at the bit of friction, but Snafu pulled back, landing a sharp smack on my right ass cheek.

 “Oh!” I cried out and I could feel the heat rising in my face, coloring my cheeks.

 “S,” he said. “What’s S?”

 It took me a minute to figure out what he was asking, but then I remembered what got me into this position.

 “Situation—oh, fuck!” I said as his hand came down, this time on my left cheek.

 “N,” he grunted.

 “Normal,” I breathed, my ass clenching, waiting for the sting that came to my right cheek again.

 “A.”

 “All—fuck, yes!” I said through the sting that followed.

 “F,” he said, his voice low and thick with a gravelly lust.

 “FUCKED!” I screamed as he didn’t hesitate and brought both hands down on both cheeks.

 “U.”

 “Up,” I whispered, bracing for the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, I could feel his hands gently rubbing over the marks I knew were on my ass.

 “Good girl,” he whispered before gently kissing each cheek.

 My body was so tight, so ready to be unwound that my arms and legs were trembling.

 Snafu worked to unhook the garters that held up my stockings and undid the clasp on my belt. I heard the tink of the metal hitting something as he tossed the garter belt away.

 He pushed my nylons down until they met the bed, running his fingers up and down my thighs, making me shiver from the contrast of his earlier smacks.

 I wanted desperately to relieve the pressure on my arms and at least get on my elbows, but I wasn’t about to move until I received another instruction. Snafu was different, quieter, unpredictable and I didn’t want to do anything to end this particular game early.

 After reaching up to unclasp my bra, Snafu was ready to give me another order.

“On ya back,” he said.

 I shifted my position, shucking my bra off as I moved. Snafu reached down to finish removing my nylons and all that was left were my panties.

 Snafu made quite a slow show taking the rest of his clothes off, which was exactly on par with how all of the teasing this evening had gone.

 I watched his muscles move as he pulled each arm out of the tight sleeves of the dress shirt, and then I watched as his forearms flexed as he unbuckled the trousers.

 Of course that slut wasn’t wearing underwear and he looked at me, eyes hooded with lust and his lips forming an open-mouthed smirk.

 “Tell me ya need me,” Snafu said as he stood naked in front of me.

 “I need you, Snafu. Desperately,” I moaned as I dipped my hand beneath my waistband again.

 “Show me,” he said.

 I wiggled out of my panties, tossing them away with my foot. I reached back between my legs, my thighs pushed together for much needed friction when Snafu interrupted by firmly pushing my thighs apart.

 “Show me,” he said, a dangerous edge in his voice.

 I bit my lower lip and kept my legs spread. I felt incredibly exposed, which did nothing to stop the flow of my arousal. Even I was shocked to find my fingers immediately coated with slickness. I found I really did want to show him what he did to me, how much I needed him.

 I spread my outer lips with two of my fingers while I reached right into my center with another, spreading as much moisture as I could gather. The look in Snafu’s eyes told me I was showing him exactly what he wanted to see. It was hard to see much more than his face from this angle, but I imaged that his cock was rock hard.

 I moved my slick fingers to my clit and began to slowly rub, alternating between little circles and longer rubs. As Snafu watched, I could see his arm tense and start moving as he worked his cock.

 He watched me like a hawk, and I knew, I fucking knew he was going to stop me before I could orgasm, so I tried to hide my body’s reaction, tried to tamper down my breathing and my moans so he wouldn’t know I was so close, so fucking close—

 “No,” Snafu said with that same tone.

I growled in frustration and Snafu laughed, a sharp, breathy little laugh.

 “Tell me ya need me,” Snafu repeated.

 “Please, please, Snafu. I need you so much.”

 “You’ve been such a good girl,” he said as he moved between my legs.

 “Yes,” I whispered, as Snafu rubbed the length of his cock between my folds, rocking his cock over my center instead of entering me.

 He watched my face as he teased me, his mouth in that damn open grin, and then—

 “Jesusfuckingchrist,” I gasped as he thrust into me, and I know I missed the smirk of a lifetime, but my eyes were firmly rolled back in my head as I nearly came on the spot from how good it felt to have him inside of me.

 I couldn’t concentrate on the sensation long, though, because Snafu wasn’t playing around anymore. He pushed one of my legs up to my chest while hooking the other over his hips. He angled himself so he could thrust quickly and deeply at a steady pace.

 “Is this what ya want? This what ya been wantin’ all night?”

 “Yes, Snaf, yes!”

 “Ya like mah cock, fillin’ ya up?”

 “Yes! I fucking love it!”

 He grunted and pulled out of me so quickly that I was genuinely confused, but when he thrust my other leg up to my chest and closed his lips over my clit, I screamed.

 Snafu was definitely out to get a noise complaint.

 He licked and sucked and used his fingers to touch everything that was sensitive. I’m not exaggerating when I say I saw stars when I came, my orgasm tearing through me like I’d been building up for this release for a damn decade. My body trembled and I clutched at the headboard so hard I thought maybe the wood would crack.

 And then, Snafu flipped me over so I was flat on my stomach. He entered me so easily it was shameful, sliding in and setting a fierce pace when he pulled my hips up to meet his.

 I knew he was close because his accent was so thick I could hardly understand him, only occasionally make out the dirty things that were falling from his lips.

He pulled out and I hissed at the loss of contact and I wished I could see him stroking himself, coming as he gave my ass a final smack, his fingers digging into the flesh as his hot come splashed all over my ass cheeks and my back.

With groans of pleasure, we both collapsed, my hips falling back down to the bed, my legs stretching and my hands still wrapped around the slats of the headboard.

 Snafu, or should I say Merriell now, flopped onto his back beside me just as the phone on the bedside table rang.

 Mer lazily reached over and breathed into the receiver.

 “Ya?”

 He listened, only grunting a short response of “Uh-huh, sho’,” before hanging up and pulling the cord from the wall.

 “Keep it down?” I said smiling over at him.

 He looked at me and fixed me with a blinding grin as he said, “Guess we betta’ save Snafu fo’ home.”

 I laughed as I shook my head and buried my face in the pillow. I felt the bed rise as he slid out, padding to the bathroom.

 He returned shortly with a damp towel and cleaned the remnants of our incredible sex off my back, freeing me to slide myself between the sheets. I held it open for Mer as he climbed back into bed, and I snuggled into his arms, our bodies twining into a familiar pattern beneath the cool white cotton.

 Merriell “Snafu” Shelton. How does a girl get so lucky? I thought as I drifted off to sleep, smiling against the warmth of his chest.

[bnhavibes]

That's fine 😊💞 -🐇anon

Birthday boy love!😽

Sometimes Kirishima could never figure you out.

It was his birthday, and yet you had been so distant and aloof with him all day. To put it in his own words, you weren’t treating him like he was very manly today, and it was making him upsetti spaGHETTI!!!

(a/n: isn’t my boi so fcKinG PRECIOUS)

The rest of the Bakusquad couldn’t tell him, but you had something very special lined up for him.

As you disappeared from his sight, he was getting more and more disassociate with his friends; He was more concerned with the cold shoulder you had been giving him all day than the fact that his buddies were trying to make him feel better by letting him win a few rounds in a video game. He couldn’t focus, though, on anything besides the fact that you were all hiding something from him.

Eventually, he snapped. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asks, placing his controller onto the coffee table with a deep huff.

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Bakugo said, snatching the controller from the table for his own turn. “You’re finally beating Denki at zombies, and it’s your birthday so shouldn’t you be happy or something Shitty Hair?”

“Is... Is something going on with (Y/N) that I don’t know about?” He asked tenderly, scratching his head to avoid the sharp head turns of his friends.

“What makes you say that, cmon bro you know she’s just like this sometimes.” Kaminari answers, shoving some chips in his mouth.

“Dunno. I guess she’s just been ignoring me I think?” His brows furrowed before digging in his pocket for his phone before shooting you a ‘where did you go?’ text.

“Nah, why would she ignore you! Give her a break, it’s not like she’s out cheating on you or someth— OUCH!!” Denki yelped, a fist smashing his head down.

“Why the hell would you say that dumbass!? You’re just gonna make him upset.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. Kirishima looked at Bakugo with concern.

“Wh-What makes you think she— No. No, you’re lying.” He squeaked, getting up despite the protesting shouts between the two.

“She’s NOT doing anything BRO, come oN! Let’s just play games!!” Denki’s cries were results of Bakugo beating on him for speaking such negative things into the world.

—————————————————————————

After you left the lounge, you sped your way up to your dorm room. You only had a matter of time before Eji would notice you were missing and come looking for you. You pulled your hair out of the dutch braids they were in. He always loved seeing the wild way your faux curls settled on your shoulders. As soon as you got in your room, you stripped yourself of clothing, quickly coating your skin in a cocoa butter lotion to hydrate and a spritz or two of your man’s favorite perfume before running over to your dressers.

You pulled out a deep maroon colored lace bodysuit that came with matching lace panties and garter. You pulled on thigh high nylon socks, hands shaking as you prepared for your present. A sigh left your lips as you looked your reflection over on the screen of the blank TV in your room. You silently prayed he would like it. You lightly coat your lips in a strawberry flavored chapstick, jumping just a little as a throat cleared behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up as the man of the hour himself popped up.

“B-Baby!” You exclaim, swiftly making your way over to his arms but he stops you at arm length. A confused pout sat across your lips, pulling the bottom one out just a bit as you looked at the hand on your chest. “W-What is th—”

“What can of softie do you think I am?” His tone is harsh, the growing scowl on his face throwing you off more.

“Eji— Oh!” You were pulled his direction, him pinning your back against the door as he shut it.

“You think you can just walk all over me, huh, (Y/N)?” He spat, causing you to wince.

“Baby, I—?”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me!” He scoffed, “Denki says you’re cheating on me, is that why you’re dressed like this huh?”

Instantly you face palmed, “I’m going to kill Denki.” You grumbled, to Kirishima’s dismay. He frowned, assuming that meant he was right. “This is one sick way to stop you from playing games and send you up here.”

Kirishima groaned, “Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)!”

“No, Kiri-chan, I’m serious! I told the dumbass to fucking send you up here as soon as he got an opening. I— I wanted to surprise you... It’s your b-birthday afterall, and I... Wanted to make you feel special.” You were fiddling with your fingers as you stared at your fidgeting feet between his big shoes. “But I guess he said something stupid like I was cheating? That doesn’t make any sense, why would Denki want you to think I was cheating on you?”

He sighed.

“Well, when ya put it like that... I—I guess I should say I let my emotions take control of me.... Now that I think about it, I acted really unmanly instead of listening to Katsuki fend for ya. And you know he’s the kind who wouldn’t do it just to cover for you! God, I’m so glad it was a misunderstanding.” He said, pulling you into an apologetic hug; Picking you up by your hips and inhalely sharply as he pressed your body into the door.

(Shook) Dumbfounded, you wrap your arms around his chest anyways. It wasn’t until you buried your face in the crook of his neck that you realised just exactly what you were doing before he interrupted. A smile spread acros your lips as you began to plant subtle kisses on his hot skin.

Subconsciously, his hips twitch; the warmth between your scantily clad legs beginning to pool a delicious slick. He gasps a little, running his hands up your torso and massaging your breasts a little before stroking through your hair.

Breaths getting heavy; your lips finally meet, and the moist feeling in your panties began to leak a little from the way Kirishima was rubbing the bulge in his pants against the centre of your thinly covered clit.

“Mm, (Y/N), you know just how to get a guy going, huh?” He pants on your lips, licking at the bits of drool that were dribbling out the corners of your mouth a bit. “You’re so lewd, baby! Oh, my god, it’s like I can do the tiniest— oh!” His traveling hand finds its way to your core, fingers delicately tapping along your aroused pussy. “Geez, you’re so wet, already, huh?” He plunges his fingers past your panty line to coat his fingers in your essence, causing you to moan shakily, trembling as the nimble tips of his calloused fingers danced around your folds and trickling around your neglected hole.

“Oh, Eji~” You moan in his ear, grasping his hair at the back of his head with one hand and holding yourself up with the other one; wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, behind his neck.

“Mmmph. You look so lewd, all dressed up for me, whimpering at my touch.” His voice is low, rumbling in your ear before he removed his hands.

Taking it as as opening, you quickly run your hand to his sweats, knowing he goes commando when he gets home, yanking them down just enough to whip the hard member beneath it.

“Wa-Wait, no, I’m leadi— Ohhhhnnnmmmm— G-Goddd...” His protests fell into a string of curse words, you had forced his entire length into your tight walls, not letting yourself adjust as he streched you out. You sigh in relief, waiting for Kiri boi to catch his breath. “You’re really something else, you know. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” You moan in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe gently and the next thing you know you’re in the air. Kirishima tossed you onto the bed, not giving you an opening to get up before he leaped onto your back, ripping your panties to the side and shoving his dick back into you. You moan loudly, jumping your lower half to your knees and backing into his hips as he snapped them into your ass.

“Oh, baby. You’re s...oo... tight,” He groans as he exhales, gripping your hips gently while relentlessly slamming into your now clentching walls. “Call me the name... Please.” He whispers.

“Ohhhhhnnnggg, Red Daddy Riot. You fill me up so well, I— Ohhh!” You mewl as his pace increases. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Oh! Yeeeeeesss. Fuck!! Me!!! U-Use your Q-Quirk!!~”

“B-Baby! Oh, go-god you make me feel so manly, I— I love you.” He moans before he grabs you by the hair and oushes your head down into the bed.

The naughty words leaving your lips fuels the fire in the boy’s stomach, but being the good boy Kirishima was, he did as he was told. Using his Quirk in the lightest amount possible so that he didn’t literally tear you apart. (only metaphorically ty.)

You scream in pleasure as you feel his dick solidify and thicken in waves, showing his brief use of the quirk to be just so deliciously hard inside your aching cunt.

“(Y/N)... Ohhh, shhhHHHHIT!” He groans as your juices begin spraying out of your hole in response to him sloshing around your drenched walls. You were so wet for him, it had been pushed out every time his cock went to fill you up; Your legs, along with Kirishima’s shirt, sweatpants, and thighs, were coated in your slick.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your lewd baby up with your cum. Please, Red Daddy Riot, I want your cum in mee~!” You moan as your legs start trembling from the excitement (mixed with a little bit of fear of Kiri losing control of his Quirk, but a LOT of pleasure from his cock).

His last bucks are sloppy, but you can feel his dick pulsate so literally due his Quirk, and you cum again, your own orgasm spraying out, and soaking your bodies once more.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Kirishima’s voice shaky as he recollects himself; Removing his cock from your body and turning your body to face him,

“Yes, Daddy?” You coyly reply.

He moans, “God, if you get pregnant, just remember you told me to— hey!”

You kicked him in his side. “What the hell, Eji!?”

“IM JUST KIDDING LOVEBUG I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY— I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU ANGryyyy....” He whines, tackling your body and wrestling to pin your arms by your head.

“Get off me, ya punk!” You cry, kicking and shimmying— your attempt to get out of his hold.

“But it’s my Birthday!”

You cave.

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hope you enjoy! i am partially intoxicated as I type this so pls forgive any mistakes! 🥺🥺😭😭

[angel-scythe]

Chloe : Chapter 23

Hello, hello!! I think it’s a chapter 23... I’m so bad with number?

I had harsh time lately so I don’t think I’ll be able to participe to rarepairship week as planned but I’ll do my best for the DBH Month in the end. I just need a bit of time...

Anyway, I really love this chapter because it’s full of softness and fluff?

I hope you will love it too.

Just push gentle the door or keep reading?

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15th December, 20:42

In fact, when Elizabeth didn’t come home, Gavin could stay at work really longtime. It was Felix himself whom forcer the Human detective to leave. If the man didn’t sleep or, at least, rest, he couldn’t do a good job tomorrow when they’ll go to his parents tomorrow. Well, in fact, he didn’t know it was their parents. He seemed to have found they were the criminals since a moment but wanted to let Gavin discover it, for him to be happy, even if he showed regrets for the ST200 drowned. However, he didn’t know Gavin used to be Chloe and Reed preferred that.

So it was this late when Gavin pushed his apartment’s door.

“I’ll take a shower. I’m sweating. And they said it’s Winter? My ass!”

“Will you eat?” Connor asked.

“Yeah probably. Doesn’t swallow a lot of food today.” Gavin took off his pullover and threw him in the sofa.

He already put his jacket at the peg.

“Okay. Do you want me to prepare something?”

“Don’t bother you. I’ll just throw some shit on bread.”

“Okay. Are you sure it would be enough? Maybe you can make a soup or something?”

“I’ll take a look but don’t fucking annoy me,” he said.

He went to Elizabeth’s room to take some stuff.

“Okay.”

Connor sat down in the sofa. He looked as Gavin went back with a new boxer and some covers for the night.

“Take a book or something,” the Human said as he saw the boy looking him.

“If it’s what you want.”

“Okay, you piss me off. What do you want. Don’t think. Quick.”

“Uuh…”

“Not ‘uuh’ what do you want? Don’t think!”

Connor was happy to be surrounded by people like Hank and Gavin. It was easier to really feel alive. Because when he became a Deviant, for him… nothing changed. Everybody at Jericho, or New-Jericho, told him it was really different but not for him. Except the fact he killed Amanda so felt more lost again.

“I’d like to come with you.”

“In the bathroom?”

“Yes. But I don’t want to annoy you.”

Gavin sighed and came in the bathroom. Connor looked annoyed and shy in the same time. The man went out and went again in Elizabeth’s room. This time, the Android was perplexed and followed the new coming and going.

The last time, Gavin didn’t come out from the bathroom but Connor didn’t hear the shower’s sound and he was quite perplexed.

“Are you coming, dipshit? Or I should send you a memo?”

“I can come?”

“Do it before I change my mind.”

Connor got up and took off his shoes to let them with Gavin’s one then entered the room. It was really a little one with the sink almost on top of the WC and a tiny shower closed by a blue shower curtain. The floor was quite wet, probably because the stream would get out. Wash machine and dryer were in the other side with a big basket for dirty clothes and few wire were tender above them to let dry some clothes which couldn’t go to the dryer. And a little radiator finished overcharging the little room.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to bother you…” he said while closing the room.

“Yeah.”

Gavin hesitated few seconds and then came to him. He caught his vest edge then took it off. His hands went then toward the belt which ended in the floor pretty quickly. So, Connor just imitated him since it was what he did the best. Gavin kissed his throat. There was an upgrade Connor didn’t mention to Elizabeth… now he could feel the touch of Gavin’s hands, fingers, lips. And when he wanted to moan, it was only thanks to the kindness, the envy, the lust. Not just because he was happy to share something with the man.

“I took stuff for you but you should think to bring some at yours. This asshole didn’t you offer some fucking clothes?”

Connor felt his tight rose and he put it around Gavin’s waist. He threw the other one to rejoin the first and kissed him while he felt the strange contact of clothes rubbing against his synthetic skin.

“He does. You… want me to put clothes of mine here?”

He let his forehead went against Gavin’s one as he moved just enough to let the man push down his trousers.

“Why not? You passed a lot of your fucking time here and then you should borrow things which belongs to me and people ask themselves.”

“Well… it’s normal?”

Gavin put him down.

“I forget that…”

His fingers came across the garters Connor was wearing to keep his shirt well in place.

“That’s still sexy.”

“I’ll keep wear it, if you want to.”

“Deal,” the man said before putting a kiss on his neck. “But now, do you want me to take it off?”

“Yes.”

The Human pressed the little attach one time, two times, three times and finally fours. Well since the socks got the same, he would do it four times again but for starting, it’ll be here. He unfastened the button and let the clothes slide along his boyfriend arms, putting soft kisses on his skin. It was really soft and he liked to see all the little beauty spot. He took care to kiss each of them. He felt Connor’s hand in his hair and even soft moan. Very cute.

He looked his body, soft, without any hair. He knew it was a body made. Piece by piece and he certainly was made to be beautiful since Elijah had a thing for the beauty. And really… Connor looked perfect.

“Something’s wrong?” the Android asked softly while passing his fingers in the soft Gavin’s hair chest.

He liked this feeling. The feeling of tickling and especially of his circuits warming because Gavin smiled. Despite the fact that the smile was… weird.

“Everything is fucking alright.” He caressed his nape and then kneel, putting kiss on his thigh as he took off the garters.

His lips came toward the down as he felt fingers against his head. The two other garters and the socks fell on the floor as he kissed the inner thigh again and again. Connor closed his eyes as he liked the feeling. Gavin’s hands pressed against his waist and bring him toward the floor to make him end on his laps.

Connor smiled and let a little moan came as the teeth bite his throat then his left shoulder. The Android couldn’t believe it would be as pleasant as that. He could find the pressure of his circuits and it tickled. He felt the cold of the floor as he found his back against the tiles, the man hovering above him.

“I didn’t know it’s like that Human takes shower,” Connor smiled.

“Yeah, not the unusual way. You’re cute. I like to see you there but if you want to take the shower…”

Connor felt something in his boyfriend’s voice.

“I can take my shower after you, if you want.”

“I don’t know… Since we’re there, I’d like to continue but…”

Gavin jammed his teeth and got up a bit.

“Fuck!” he said, going on his knees to push and really got up.

“Do you want… to see my true me? As you’ll do it, I can do it…”

“How’s that?” Gavin frowned.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Connor got up a bit and he touched his temple. Then, his skin disappeared little by little. The only thing that stayed, it was his cheeks, blue. It was obvious he didn’t like to show this part of him.

He remembered well that moment where they forced the Android to be naked. Real naked, until this.

“I’m sorry to show you that…”

“It’s fucking weird but…”

Gavin rose his hands and approached them of Connor’s cheek. The Android nodded and the man touched him. It was weird, colder. And there wasn’t any hair, eyebrow or little beauty spot. He was only white with bar code, number on his… plastic?

“It’s… particular. Really. But…”

He caressed his cheek then his neck.

He looked right in his eyes and could see the soft iris brown. It was the beauty of Connor there. And when he saw the features of Connor changed, he could see his pretty face. Even if it was really weird.

“Okay… my fucking turn.”

Gavin got up and passed his hand on his hair, searching for courage. Connor was sit on the ground.

“Do you want to put your skin back?”

“I’ll wait.”

Connor put his hands on the edge on his slip.

“Do you want we’re doing together?”

“Yeah.”

Gavin felt stupid but it was something very important to him. It was something he wasn’t and he knew it was the same for Connor when he removed his skin. So, he should show the monstrosity of his lowest part to the Android but he hated it for so long. And he hated that David already saw this. He would have wanted someone didn’t know…

In the end, Connor was just like David. He knew from the beginning and it was hard because he couldn’t feel himself like a man. Like the man he was. The ghost of Chloe was still there and it was horrible.

“One…” he said.

“Two,” Connor accompanied.

Gavin took a long breath.

“Three.”

The underwear went down and finished in the floor. Connor got up and passed his arms around Gavin’s shoulders.

“You didn’t…”

“Didn’t need it. But I want you to feel able to, if you want or need. I saw the nudity you didn’t want me to see long ago and I know your past… partly.”

Gavin moved his fingers on his temple, trying to put the skin back, to let Connor feel better. The Android brought the hand on his LED.

“There.”

The skin came back.

“Do I look better now?”

Gavin touched his chest, where the heart was in a Human body.

“You look nice.”

Connor took his hand to put it on his belly, where the pump was.

“There.”

“You fucking piss me off right now, you plastic prick.”

“I’m sorry!”

Gavin took his hand.

“There, it’s okay?”

“It is,” Connor smiled.

The man dragged him toward the shower cabin then tugged on the plastic curtain.

“The water always piss me off, it’s hard to have a nice temperature. Too cold in Winter, too hot in Summer.”

“Okay. But can’t feel it. It would be stupid because of the work.”

“Ugh, shut up.”

Gavin turned on the water and the stream was really cold and he shivered. Connor hugged him and looked him in the eyes. Their hair, because of the water, paste against their forehead and the Human pushed a lock on the soft Connor’s visage.

“Let’s showered quickly and just quit this fucking shit.”

“Yes, if it’s what you want.”

“I want to leave this fucking shit and roll under cover.”

“Can we cuddle?”

“Yeah, why not.”

Connor smiled and pressed a soft kiss on his lips then retreated a little bit. Gavin took the shampoo to put it in his hair, ruffling them. Now he didn’t smoke anymore, even if he liked to chew gum in moment of great tense, and you could feel it in his smell however, right now, he tried to took off the smell of Kamski’s house because it make him feel weird.

He was happy to see his brother and… it couldn’t because it wasn’t him. And he saw him bad because of him.

It was a shitty day. Even if Connor loved him.

He saw the soft brown eyes.

“Come here!”

He took him against his chest and put his hands on his hair. Connor laughed and accepted the man to shampoo his hair. He kissed his lips as the soap stream on their face.

[leiahal]

Sweet Mafia

Dreams:

He was so innocent, so pure and perfect. Cass wanted nothing more than to show him her world. The chaos that writes her everyday.

“Stay still...” she whispered into his ear before sitting up. She wanted to mark him, show everyone that he was hers.

She ran a knife with a delicate hand, down his chest and back up careful not to break skin. He watched her closely hanging on to everything she did. He knew she would never hurt him no matter what danger lurks between her depths. He had surrendered himself to her and she loved it.

Craved it.

Convincing herself, she put the knife down at the side of them and grinds against his now erect shaft. Her own excitement wetting her lace panties. She wanted to claim him.

His innocence.

Because he was only hers.

“Tell me Jayce, do you want me?” She grounded her hips against him harder causing groans to escape his mouth. Pre-cum wet his boxers as he kept his body as still as he could.

“Yes.” He shuttered against her.

“How badly.” Her voice was a purr to his ears that had him clenching his abdomen.

“I need you Cass,” he breathily replies. “Take me...” And that was all she needed to hear before easing back his boxers and pulling his cock into her mouth.

She woke with a start to her day, her heat aches beneath her. She wiped a hand over her face and tugged her hair into a bun getting up to take a cold shower.

Why couldn’t she get him out of her mind?

She knew the answer to the question all too well but she knew the person hidden within her skin would ruin him.

She had a darkness only Tye had seen once. The side of her who craved the world be set to ashes. She had let her anger get the best of her and lost control, she need not to do that again.

Years and years of practice maintaining patience and a calm stature when all she wanted to do is wreak havoc.

Cass turned the water on and stepped underneath the shower’s cold water tapping down her raging hormones and went to start another day.

She let her hair air dry as she put on her clothes for today, the mafia leader still had her own college classes to attend after all. The new semester starts today but at least it was her last year. Putting on some mascara and lipstick she was just about ready for her meeting before she got a call.

“Wassup Tye, what’s going on?” She tugged on her garters and clipped them to her socks.

“Meeting is canceled Cass. I got some bad news for ya...” he paused for a bit, something Cass knew meant it really wasn’t good.

“What is it Tyson?”

“Micheal is back.” He fell silent the moment those words fell from his lips.

“What—“ Anger swirled within her. Pent up and swelling even more, the box she held it in was going to bust. “What do you mean he’s back!?” She was furious to say the least. “I thought I fucking told him if he ever came back I’d— never mind. What has he done now?”

“It’s not good Cass... Just come to the docks.” He replies.

“I’ll see you in 20.” She hung up the phone shaking as she tried to hold back her angst.

***

“So they’re missing.” She stated calmly, too calm.

“Yes...” Tyson was weary. He knew how his friend was like especially when boiled with anger. This calmness was new and he didn’t really like it. He expected her to yell and rage at him and she was doing neither. She looked completely calm and unaffected when he knew that was not the case.

Micheal was after all, the one who betrayed her.

“Okay.” She said simply to the fact that a few of her people were missing. Knowing Micheal he would have killed them by now because they would never speak. “We must inform and warn them to try and stay clear of him until Micheal comes to me himself.” Micheal only wanted her, she knew. He wished to marry her and when she said no he did everything in his power to make her life as miserable as he could... including something she would never tell a soul. Not even her trusted friend knew. One thing she did know is that when he inevitably comes to her she will be ready and he will die.

“Yes ma’am.” Replied Tye and turned on his heel to alert the others. He wasn’t about to make her upset in any way.

She let out a big sigh and went back to her vehicle, right now she had things to do and couldn’t lose herself in the loss of her people. She was going to set up a plan and a damn good one to lore Micheal right where she wanted. She just had to go to her class first. Cass drove quickly down the road not quite speeding but still fast. Making it to her campus in record time she stepped out of her car and grabs her bag.

Professor McKay was her next step, forensic psychology.

Yes she was a psychology major.

“Morning professor.” She stated walking into the class before any other student.

“Ah, morning Ms. Nyx and how are you today?” Professor McKay always favored this sparky student before her. Cass was too smart for her own good she thought, she sees a lot of potential to do great things in the young woman.

“I am well, thank you.” She just wish Cassiopeia didn’t follow in the footsteps of her father. The mafia was not a safe place in terms of their enemies. She knew she couldn’t change her mind. “How are you today?”

“Could be better but I’ll get there. Thank you professor.” Cass sat in her chair and waited for the other students to enter. Suddenly her senses peak and the hair on her neck stands and she feels as if she’s being watched. She turns her head to the window looking out in hopes of finding the source of it. Finding nothing she shivers and turns back around.

“Cass..” Her ears faded back in and a familiar voice calls her. “Cassiopeia?”

She ground her teeth at the mention of her name, often people said it wrong which aggravated her. This person however said it correctly.. interesting. “Cass?” He called again until she turned to meet the beautiful clear blue eyes of someone she could never forget.

“Jay, hi.” She smiled as politely as she could at the moment.

The beast she kept within herself clawed to the surface wanting to claim him right then.

Relax and get back.

“How are you today?” He took in her appearance as he sat down next to her. Definitely not as black as the clothing he met her in but just as dangerous and incredibly beautiful.

“I am well.. thank you.” She smiled while pushing back her thoughts of destruction. “How are you?”

“I’m good, nice to see you.”

Cass remembered him saying last night that he transferred from a different college. However with everything that went on this morning she kind of hoped not to see him. She was on edge and that brought the person she hid closer to the surface.

“Nice to see you as well.”

The professor began to teach but Cass couldn’t focus. Between Micheal being back, some of her trusted colleagues missing and probably dead and the sexual frustration setting back in from this morning because the man of her dreams literally sitting next to her, she couldn’t.

As she began to shake her leg and anxiously tap her pen on the desk Jay looked to her wearily. He knew something had to be wrong but Cass was his biggest mystery he had yet to figure out. He didn’t know how to approach her about how she felt. Before too long the class ended and Cass tried her best to hurry out of the room saying a curt bye to her professor and heading out. She needed a release and quickly before the beast lurking beneath her surface broke free.

Words and sounds faded into nothing as she felt a sense of danger. As she walked the parking lot to her car her hair on the back of her neck rose more and more. She tried to settle herself but the feeling wouldn’t go.

She felt a presence behind her and she quickly grabbed her knife from her garters and threw a quick elbow back causing a yelp from the person. She turned quickly tripping the man and holding the knife to his throat. Adrenaline blinded her until she heard her name, “Shit Cass— relax it’s me.” Connor Ryder, her ex.

“Connie what did I tell you about sneaking up on me.” She grit her teeth as she put her knife away and letting him go.

“Nice to see you too sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me, what do you want Connor? If you can’t tell I’m busy.” She scoffed.

Connor and Cass had a weird relationship, they left on good terms but the tension between the two was hard to miss.

“I uh... I heard about Mike being back.” He looked sheepish. Michael was a hard subject for the both of them when all Michael wanted was to ruin any relationship Cass had after her refusal for marriage.

“Yes. What about it?” Often times she forgot Connor was apart of the whole mafia. She barely saw him anymore since... she didn’t want to think about it.

“I just want to let you know that I’m here for you. Anything you need just give me a call, my number hasn’t changed.”

Don’t do it Cass... don’t do it..

“Actually there is something I need help with....”

Don’t say it Cass.

“Oh?” He questioned.

“I know you remember all the.. fun we used to have, want to relive that for a day?”

For fuck sake Cass, don’t you listen to your conscience?

“Fun as in?”

“You know what Connie, don’t make me take the offer back.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled getting into the passenger side of the car.

Cass got in right after and turns on the car driving off.

“To the spot?” Connor asks.

“To the spot.” She replied simply causing a smile upon Connor’s face.

[goldandbeloved]

Ways Different Than Our Own

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1288437

Sometimes, this is what happens when you don’t think you’ll ever write a high school story. Cersei, Jaime, Rocky Horror and the 80s malls of AU Westeros. 

Lannisport, 1985

This is River Road Station,  the mall on the road to Gulltown, the one with a beige and salmon tiled floor that shows every stain, the one with the creaky mint slush stand with the gummy counter, the honeyfinger stand where everyone smells of sugar syrup from work and hemp smoke from breaks. Here the clothes come in crinkly plastic sacks instead of jewel toned and gold-stamped paper bags with white clouds of lavender scented tissue. The shops are shuttered now, the metal gratings across them pulled down by girls (who will be going down on unsuitable blue haired, blue bearded boys in their Camaros, but that's after a smoke, a slash of sticky cherry-bright lip gloss and a gossip at the roast chicken cart.) The shop girls hang around and talk, killing time  till the boys come round in the parking lot. It's almost midnight, let them wait. For a moment, they have the keys to lock and unlock the shops, the kingdom is theirs so they're going to smoke  because their jeans are rolled properly, their hair is high and they look perfect clustered by the fountain near the food court. (Only a little while ago, some of them were washing off the grease from serving endless bowls of brown and corn friters, but now they're chatting, eyes sharp talking about which of the customers had the tackiest outfit, who wore what tokar to prom, who's been at the moon tea.) They scatter like butterflies at the click click click of heels on the tile floor dodging as someone barrels through in a blur of black and patent, someone behind them both hurrying in the direction of the movie theatre at the end of the concourse. One of the girls looks back, her feathered hair fluffed out in a peroxide halo, the golden lion at her neck turning her skin green though she just bought it two days ago, at lunch. She sneers, looking with derision as she pulls a packet out of her tight jeans pulls out a cigarette, puts it between bubble-gum lacquered, snarling lips. “Fucking freaks.” Cersei's eyes flash with anger; the heels she has on are worth more than that girl's godsdamned paycheck for the week, but Jaime's grabbing her arm, though he's not stopping her. Cersei's not at King of the Rock Galeria now. Often when they're at River Road she finds herself smugly tabulating the cost of these girls's plain, stupid evenings against what she'd really spend at her mall and finds theirs wanting in money as well as taste. Occasionally she'll smirk and crow that her Galeria lunch (thin whole wheat crust, arugula, slivers of quail drowned in butter, served on an oversized white plate with a violent slash of blood orange balsamic spattering the plate with red) is worth more than all their wardrobes to the only person who will listen, the only one she can ever tell. Cersei's not at the King of the Rock now. With a menacing tap, tap of her heels, Cersei walks forward, looks down at her quarry, grinning a wide grin, yes she's enjoying this, since the girl looks nervous, is fumbling with her cigarette.

Without hesitation Cersei slides her tongue over her teeth (to make sure her crimson-black Dior lipstick is perfect), bares her fangs. “We are—but aren't we nice?” Cersei stomps her foot, dislodging a black feather from her boa,watching it drift down between them, bearing ill news. Cersei leers at her prey, twirls a black curl around her satin-gloved finger, strokes the quivering girl's cheek with the other. Cersei knows she's close enough that her quarry can smell her cheap white greasepaint mixed with La Mer. Cersei can smell her fear.

There's also a mix of anger and lust in the girl's eyes, a curiosity, as she looks up weakly at the lioness who would devour her. Jaime's beside her quick and silent, a flash of gold in the dim mall lights so close to midnight. Cersei lasciviously runs her hand over Jamie's oiled, bare chest, daring the girl to do anything but stare, be mesmerized. Her lips are right by Jaime's ear, her heart racing, the half-light shimmering over her black and silver corset, the matching panties lusciously padded with a pair of Jaime's clean socks. Jamie grins back, caressing her arm above the gloves, swivelling his gold-clad hips. Cersei leans forward as if to kiss, then snaps her teeth just in front of the girl's earlobe and yes, she's swooned.

“Stay for a bite?” Cersei hisses, heat rising in her veins, in control, definitely not at the King of the Rock now and she's glad.

The girl yanks herself away and runs, dropping the smokes. Cersei preens, proud and glorious, walking the perimeter of the fountain court like it's a runway. Jaime picks up the cigarettes. “How gallant you are. Remind me to properly thank you for guarding my honour.” “Don't put them in your trunks, they'll ruin the line.” Cersei takes Jaime's arm as they walk quickly the rest of the way to the ticket office, throw down a few stags for tickets, scramble through the crowd at the sugared almonds stand and take their places in the back row, Cersei coming through as the crowd oohs and ahhs, beautiful boys swooning over her corset all of them applauding in their shredded smallclothes, party hats, smears of cheap makeup. She storms past the shiver in her stomach, unfurling her beauty, no one knows them here and she extends her hand for kisses and bows, which they oblige. (people treat her like a queen now. how strange.how wonderful.)

“Magnificent. Such a pleasure to see you, Doctor.”

Jaime offers her a patched seat like a gift and she sits beside him. Her heart beats fast and Cersei leans in for a long, slow kiss that no one in the theatre notices or cares about, they're too busy trying to get their glitter lipstick perfect, kiss their sweetlings and bring back boxes and boxes of marchpane for their row.  In the half-dark Jaime leans like he's all gold, not just his boots and shorts and cheap wig and he tastes better, richer than any sticky thing from the concession stand. Some people clap and cheer as they kiss, Cersei pulling up to laugh with joy with the audience, then sprawling across her love all heels and garters, shaking the wig like it's her hair, caressing the pearls at her throat. “You're the only one that's got real jewels.”Jaime purrs, nuzzling her neck as the lights go down.

Cersei leans into him, Grandmother Marla's pearls looking more shimmeringly perfect around her painted neck then they ever do in Lord Tywin's safe deposit box. Cersei pinches his glittered nipple because she can, feeling a rush of power and heat as her love winces, leans into the pain because she's causing it.

“Next time you should be Janet.” Cersei whispers, thinking of the pleasure they'll have of stripping him to a chemise in the parking lot, her dagger turning it to white shreds before they go in, just like they did with the maid and butler costumes last month. Jaime chuckles.

“And after that, dear sister, I'm the one in the fishnets.” He nips at her ear as the first red words appear on the screen. Cersei can't wait. His legs are almost as lovely as hers and she can't wait to compare. With a fanfare and a pop of light, the show begins.

The Lannister heirs watch the story unfold, sing along, dance and they'll wash their faces and scrub clean at the way station on the long slow drive back to the Rock. For now their heads are tilted together, lips smeared with makeup and glitter and nothing else matters but their entwined hands.

In the moonlight of the screen, they could be anyone in love.