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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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Move Me ║ Ⅰ

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pairing: pero tovar x f!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 1.9k

summary: A prison guard shouldn't be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn't know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

a/n: I literally have no excuse for this one other than that I was horny and couldn't stop thinking about sucking this man's cock-- this literally has no historical accuracy and takes place between the time period he gets captured and until william sets him free

warnings: oral (giving), dirty talking, tovar being tovar, little bit of possessive!pero, forbidden romance???

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"You seem bored. Why don’t you come here and suck my cock?"

That’s how it all starts. The taunts. The inappropriate suggestions. You were used to it. That was what you kept on telling yourself. But there was something different about this prisoner. He had a certain…charm, a devil’s beauty. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it, therefore you attempt to ignore it as much as you could. Even that proved to be difficult after a week or so. Being his prison guard meant that you had to keep an eye on him day and night, and he used every opportunity to fluster you.

“I see you, you know,” he says one day, your ears peak up but you don’t look in his direction. “I see how you look at me, the longing stares, the way you press those plush thighs together, all of it. You want me too.”

You don’t reply and he laughs, he shakes his head, the rattle of chains echoing within his cell. He’s right, you know that, but you didn’t like that he also knows.

“I am thirsty,” the timber of his voice makes you shudder, you don’t move, accepting another lewd joke. You hear a grunt and you can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. “For water,”

If listening to him from the other side of the door was difficult, actually being in the same cell, where he can stare at you with those dark, sinister eyes, is a nearly fatal experience. You turn to stare at the door, and in that brief pause you contemplate whether you should ignore his request or not. But before you can actually think, a violent cough comes from the other side and even if your brain is screaming to you to not go in, your conscience is saying the opposite.

You go in and you feel it. That burning gaze that’s heated enough to melt your armor as you head for the water. The water slowly fills in the iron cup and you can feel that same pair of eyes you fear to look at raking across your body. The warmth of it skims your back down to the curve of your ass. All air forces its way out of your lungs and you find yourself having trouble breathing. The water overflows and you jump at the coolness washing over your fingers. You need to focus. Just give him his precious water and get out.

You turn to him with a sigh parting your lips. By the way he smiles, you fear that he might actually possess the power to read minds. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing you came across. But still, you doubt it. This man is just ridiculously intuitive. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Standing an inch away from him, you press the iron rim to his lips. He parts his lips, which you presume he’d done to speak, but before he can you tilt the bowl and flood his mouth with water. His brows furrow, a glare heading in your direction. A shudder runs along your spine. You aren’t used to being intimidated, you’ve been here since as long as you can remember. You were forced into becoming a rock thanks to the violent waves of time.

All you can see is danger in this man and it excites you.

Water slips past the corner of his lips as he gulps down what you have to offer. His squinted gaze never leaves yours, and when a bit of water trails down your fingers, he leans forward–

The next thing you feel is the warmth of his tongue.

You flinch away, the cup clattering against stone ground. There’s a reasonable amount of distance but the ghost of his tongue is still etched into your skin. It felt so soft. So inviting. Heat grows between your legs. You should’ve realized that this would be a trap.

“I just wanted to clean my mess up,” he says innocently but nothing about his tone is innocent. “Tell me, hermosa, are you scared of me?”

You straighten your back at the accusation, challenging his gaze with one of your own. Your lips are drawn into a thin line.

“Of course not. You’re nothing but a low life, a thief,”

He shrugs, bottom lip sticking out as he accepts the horrid titles you’ve just given him.

“Perhaps, but that makes me all the more desirable, no?”

You stay completely still, chest heaving as nothing but soft breaths fills the air in between. His lips twist into a mischievous smirk, you really need to get out but your legs refuse to move.

“I am not asking for much,” he continues, a melody to his words. “Just a little something to kill my boredom– Our boredom,” then he clicks his tongue, shaking his head with the most of what he's capable currently. “If you want I can get on my knees for you instead. I have my doubts any of the men here have my tongue,”

“No–”

Panic circling your entire being, you cover your mouth with both hands. This can’t go on like this. You’re tired of this constant dance of seduction. It’s too much for you. He’s too much. Your gaze flickers back to him and he looks so pleased by himself, so smug, you want to carve that idiotic smile out of his face.

“How about an agreement,” you say and he tilts his head, curiosity swirling in his eyes. “I do…this for you and you stop,”

He grins, “Stop what?”

“Stop with this…this talks of sin– It’s infuriating and distracting,”

“A distraction from what, exactly?” he challenges, brow raising. “It is not like you are doing much. You only stand outside my door, waiting,”

You stare blankly at him and he sighs.

“Fine, you have my word. Stubborn woman.”

You don’t dignify him with an answer and with hurried steps, you stand in front of him before sinking to your knees. With wide eyes, you cup him from above his pants. He stirs under your touch, a sharp inhale, the cock beneath the surface hardening. You can only hear your own heartbeat and nothing more. Before you can change your mind, you pull down the fabric, he groans as you wrap your fingers around him. The muscle twitches, the tip becoming a shade darker. Excitement fills your veins. This is wrong. He’s your prisoner. A prisoner that you didn't’t even know the name of.

Parting your lips, you suck the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling as you have a taste. It’s bitter, for sure, but it tastes like him. A rattle of chains echoes, wood hitting stone. He can’t throw his head back, and when you look up, you see that he’s staring at you. Eyes two deep pools of lust that only sees you. His lips part with a grunt, he follows the noise up by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. You enjoy making him look like that. You enjoy the pretty noises he makes too.

You push forward, taking more of him into your mouth. He’s getting larger the more you move your tongue, your chin strains and your nostrils flare. How long has he been asking for this? How long have you been stopping yourself from just giving in? The need for him makes the taste of him all the much sweeter.

With a groan, you begin to move your head up and down half of his length. You don’t dare to force yourself to take it all, so you start slow. You wrap your fingers around the base and stroke him, your lips follow the curve of his cock, grazing the soft lush of it against the side with the tip of your tongue following. He hisses, nails biting into his palms as he wishes to hold you, touch you. But he can’t.

The noises that come off of you two are disgusting; a series of slurping and squelching bouncing off of the stone. It excites you, makes the damp patch between your legs grow. You even feel a bit light headed. Eyes become half lidded as your tongue swirls around the tip and dips into the slit. Precum coats your tongue, it’s bitter just like him. You don’t relish in the taste but you enjoy it nonetheless. A moan rattles in your throat, you one hand sneaking down between your legs to give at least a bit of friction. His eyes follow the movement, a growl trembling in his chest, he starts to thrust his cock deeper into your mouth.

“More,” he grunts out. “More, pretty girl. You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? Show me how much you want me,”

Why his words make you yearn, you don’t know. But his affect on you is palpable. You push ahead, swallowing around his length, when he rocks his hips the second time, the tip reaches the back of your throat and you almost gag. His eyes close, a pleased smile tugging at his lips when he feels your nose flush against the soft dark curls. You stay there, nostrils flaring with every breath, you allow him to use you as he pleases. His thrusts are shallow, fast, he knows time is fleeting, that you might pull back and change your mind.

Laying your hands on his thighs, your nails bite into the skin, his breath hitches, hips stuttering. A thick layer of precum coats your tongue and you swallow again. Your one hand slides to his balls and cups them, gently rolling them, your lips slide down his cock, tongue tracing the curve of a vein, and place a kiss.

“I’m going to cum,” his breathing ragged, the warning coming out as a whisper. With a hum you wrap your lips around him once more and take him all. “Good girl– Shit–”

He throbs against your tongue and you give him a hard suck, tongue swirling, his hips slam forward, a desperate choking sound ripping from his throat.

Your eyes go wide when it happens. His cock twitches as he empties himself down your throat. It’s so sudden. Desperately, you swallow around him, another noise of desperation falling from his lips. You gently move your head up and down, a bit of his seed dribbles from the corner of your lips. By the time he’s done, you still have trouble believing what has happened. You pull away, wiping the trace with the inside of your thumb, you pop the digit between your lips. The taste is addicting.

“Let me kiss you,”

You drag your gaze up to him, he’s a mess. Panting, chest heaving with every breath. His hair is a sticky mess, and only then you notice the scar across his eye. For a brief moment you wonder what might’ve happened.

“No,”

His eyes widen ever so slightly, it only lasts for a second before he’s squinting at you again.

“I want to taste myself on your tongue,”

You can’t help but shiver at that, he makes you clench with words alone. Leaning down to pick up the cup, you swallow the remnants of his taste. You’ll be remembering it for months to come.

“You gave me your word. Does that mean nothing to the likes of you?”

That seems to stun him into silence. You see the anger simmering under his deep scowl, you’re pleased by this effect you have on him, serves him right.

“I am a man of my word, of course,” his nostrils flare. “Do not think otherwise little one,”

Placing the bowl back to its proper place, you head for the door. You almost don’t want to leave. Curiosity is a dangerous thing.

You still when his chuckle rings in your ears.

“But do not fool yourself for a moment as to think that you are not mine. You will be coming back.”

#pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar fanfic #the great wall fanfiction #the great wall fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pero tpvar x fem!reader #pero tovar x f!reader

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Ready to Comply

Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: You're given to two demons when you refuse to comply... but they may just be your salvation. Word Count: Almost 2.7k Warnings: Dubcon elements (do not read it this upsets you!), explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) vaginal sex, possessive behavior, threat of death, talks of violence, branding (reader is cut briefly), Incubus Stucky (that's a warning, lovelies!).

A/N: I can't participate in Kinktober and haven't had a lot of time to write, but I've been wanting to do something with a couple of our favorite boys. I hope you enjoy my take on Incubus demons. I'm proud that I was able to share this. ❤️

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Hydra should have known not to mess with forces they didn't understand, but they played by their own rules. And you? You refused to obey when they gave you the serum against your will. You would never fall in line. And that was why they considered you a failure… the experiment went wrong.

Failures weren't tolerated with Hydra. The mistakes were either erased or corrected. You still came back swinging, no matter how many times they came close to making you shatter. Even after they destroyed everything you knew and loved.

Maybe your fighting spirit was the reason they kept you around… until now.

"No mind wiping for you today, sweet cheeks," Rumlow smirked as guards dragged you to the cell at the end of the hall. The symbol above the door seemed to glow as he opened it. "Though I wouldn't mind strapping you back down."

"Fuck you," you hissed.

"Oh, they will. Don't you worry. They haven't fed in days. All you had to do was follow orders, you dumb bitch," he taunted as the guards shoved you inside. "Enjoy, boys!"

The door slammed shut behind you as you righted yourself, the figures on the other end of the room slowly getting to their feet. You never saw the demons up close until this moment and it felt as if time stood still. Their presence was domineering, especially in the small space. The darkness didn't shield their muscular frames… or the fact that they were naked..

To this day, you weren't sure how the organization lured the demons here. What you did know was that they fed on energy… life force… and most of the soldiers and agents who entered this cell didn't leave alive. Those who did survive didn't last long much after. Incubi. That was the word whispered in the halls.

"Look, Buck… brought us a pretty one today," the blonde said, the timber of his voice making you shiver as he stepped forward. He would have looked human if not have the two small horns… or the glow in his eyes.

The other, the brunette, didn't utter a word as he moved closer. How did a being so large move so sensually? They didn't frighten you the way he should have. Perhaps fear died with you the moment the serum entered your veins.

"Stay back," you still whispered, unsure of how exactly you could bargain with them.

"I don't think you're in a position to give orders. So be a good girl and tell us your name," the blonde urged with a false smile.

You said it above a whisper, unable to ignore the rich sound of his voice.

"Beautiful. I'm Steve. That's Bucky. Our human names are much easier to pronounce," he smirked as his eyes raked over your body. "Bet you're a screamer. What do you think of her, Buck?"

The gleam of his metal arm drew your attention until you felt warmth on your breasts and between your thighs. Your knees buckled as you felt hands and tongues move along your heated skin, even as they stood feet away. Your nipples hardened against your shirt and you felt the urge to rip the fabric away.

What the fuck?

"Very pretty, Stevie… responsive."

"And… strong," Steve cocked his head as he considered you. "The others fell to their knees quickly. She's still standing… struggling, but standing."

"Been some time since we've had a challenge."

You felt bile rise to your throat as you thought of the others in their clutches. "What… are you doing to me?" you asked through your teeth, struggling to keep your breathing steady as you felt pressure against your throbbing cunt.

"We haven't done anything yet. That's just…" Steve pondered for a moment. "Oh, what do you mortals call it? Foreplay."

Obscene images flashed in your mind of your body trapped between the two of them. You could hear their grunts and growls as you felt your holes being stretched, as if they were doing so with their cocks. You covered your mouth to smother your cries, even as pleasure quickly rose in your core. Were both of them feeding you these images? What else could they do?

"Whatever you're doing… stop," you ordered with more confidence than you felt as you lowered your hand, visibly trembling when you saw how hard they were. They were unashamed, proud. How long did most last before they succumbed? What good were your strengths and reflexes if you couldn't stop this from happening? "Get out of my head."

"And get inside your cunt instead? Can smell how wet you are and we haven't laid a finger on you," Bucky pointed out as he watched you try to stay in control. "Don't ignore your… natural instincts."

You should have felt humiliated as blood rushed to your cheeks, but you managed a glare. It wasn't your fault your body reacted this way and you refused to beg for mercy. Was your pride that important?

"A stubborn one," Steve smiled. "It's okay. You won't feel any pain. Only bliss when we let you leave this world."

"But, Steve, she could keep us fed for days… weeks. Can't you feel her energy?" Bucky questioned as if you weren't about to drop to the floor and writhe as you felt a phantom touch circle your clit. "Fuck, I've never felt anything like it. I need more."

"Then let's take it."

"No, I don't want this," you snapped as you straightened up, seeing their nails extend to small claws. Would they cut you open? Claw you to pieces?

"You think we wanted this?" Bucky asked, his voice dropping an octave as his hand shot forward. He easily tore through your top, but was careful not to break your skin. "To be prisoners? To be studied?"

The symbol above the door. That's what was keeping them there. "I'm a prisoner, too," you swore as Steve moved behind you and tore through your remaining clothes, leaving you as bare as they were.

"And why should we believe that?" he whispered in your ear, hearing his quiet fury. You understood his anger. Demons or not, they didn't ask to be here.

But their rage… could work in your favor.

"They took me… changed me. Why do you think I'm stronger than the others you've met?" you didn't wait for them to respond. "I hate them as much as you do. I'll find a way to get you out if you let me live. You can leave… or you can kill them for keeping you here."

Bucky brought his nose to your neck, dragging it along your skin. "She is strong, Steve. And she's telling the truth. Let’s keep her."

Steve moved a claw down your shivering spine as he contemplated his companion's words. "I wouldn't mind keeping you," he said to himself as you tilted your head back. "Why did they send you to us?" he asked curiously.

"I refused to follow their orders," you said easily, staying still as you felt another claw trace your hip.

"You are stubborn. I admire that," Steve's voice was almost fond. "If we let you live… you will follow our orders and behave," he added. Something about how he said that made you want to submit. "Be a good soldier so you can get us out of here."

"And if we let you live… you'll belong to us," Bucky added, his voice filled with the promise of a dark reward as dragged his tongue over your racing pulse. "Is that clear?"

Were you trading one prison for another? At least with them, you would feel something besides pain. "I swear it."

Bucky groaned as he yanked you away from Steve and dragged you to the bed, depositing you on the mattress. "Mmm. Not good enough."

"I promise," you swore as you recovered and got your knees. It almost looked like you were praying, but God wouldn't save you tonight. Or any other night.

"Humans know nothing about promises," Bucky mocked as he joined you and brought his hands to your breasts. "We need more than that."

"I swear. I give you my word," you moaned, as your nipples brushed his palms, more images playing in your mind. Were they toying with you? Playing with their food before they devoured you?

"Words mean nothing," Steve growled as he appeared behind you again and rocked his cock against your ass. "You have to give yourself over completely. Your body? Ours."

"Your soul? Ours," Bucky said against your lips.

"And your pleasure?" Steve moaned as you began to pant. "All ours."

This was why Hydra shouldn't have messed with forces they didn't understand. Because you had no loyalty to them. But these creatures? You could have a place with them. "I'm yours."

"Not yet," Bucky rumbled, cutting into your chest without warning.

You cried out as both began to speak in a language you didn't understand. The pain blossomed into ecstasy as they chanted, your head falling back as colors danced behind eyes. The wound healed in seconds, but you felt something close over your heart… and your womb.

"You feel it, don't you? The burn… the binding. Let it take over,” Bucky explained as you began to relax. “That’s it. You're doing so well," he praised, spreading your knees further apart as he slid his hardness along your soaked folds.

"A little more and she'll be ours. She needs to be owned, Buck," Steve said as he lightly bit along your neck. They were going to mark you from the inside out. "But she also needs to beg a little, don't you think?"

"She does," he agreed, gripping your chin with his metal hand. His glowing eyes bore into yours and you wondered how many saw them as they took their last breath. "Beg to be ours. I know you can."

You swore to be good and follow their orders. It was a test you wouldn't fail. "Make me yours… completely. Please."

Being owned wasn't a gentle thing.

Bucky's cock stretched you beyond your capacity as he sheathed you, your mouth open in a silent scream. Desire swept across his handsome face as you tried to adjust to his size. Your walls felt hot around him, on the cusp of an orgasm that had been building since their powers touched you. But you didn’t come. Your body wouldn’t allow you to slip into euphoria yet.

"Humans.. all the same. Go pliant as soon as they have a cock in them. But you… you're special."

You clung desperately to Bucky as he began to rock his hips, capturing your mouth as the coil tightened in your stomach. Even the taste of him seemed to brand your tongue. Steve, not to be ignored, brought his hands to your hips and guided you.

You tried to keep your bearings even as you were slick with need, your body fitting between their frames in a way you weren't prepared for. You hadn't planned to be possessed and taken when you were thrown in here, but life was full of surprises. If this was the price you had to pay to be free of this hell, you were more than willing to pay it.

“Taste her, Stevie,” Bucky ordered when he allowed you to breathe. “Never had an aura like hers.”

Steve bent your head back, his kiss just as feverish as his tongue invaded your mouth. His growl reverberated through your entire being. If you survived them, it would be a miracle.

“More,” he snarled against your lips.

“They haven’t fed in days.”

Bucky’s cock slipped free of your soaked hole, immediately replaced by Steve’s as you cried out. His girth was just as massive, making your cunt burn as he drove into you. You didn't bother to hold back your sounds as his cock thrust in and out of you, uncaring if anyone outside of the cell heard. They would know soon enough who you belonged to.

"You love being filled by us, don't you?" Bucky teased, chuckling when you nodded.

Steve pressed a deceptively gentle kiss behind your ear as he rutted faster, gripping him tighter. "That’s how it’s going to be from now on. Every hole… every inch of you will be ours. You won't know anything outside of us."

Each thrust drove the breath from your lungs, reminding yourself to breathe. You couldn’t recall the last time you were taken like this. Did you ever know the true meaning of pleasure before?

“Think you’ll make her come first?” Bucky asked, nipping along your jaw with a moan.

“I may not let her come,” Steve threatened as he pulled out.

“No… please!” you begged as Bucky slipped back inside you.

“Don’t be mean, Stevie. Look at her,” he praised, pushing you back against Steve’s chest as he kept a steady pace. Your chest heaved as he bent down and ran his tongue along one of your aching nipples. “Feel her. Never had a cunt like this. Dripping and begging for more.”

“She hasn’t screamed yet. I’m not letting her come until she fucking screams,” Steve snarled.

“Fuck! Let me come, please!”

“Better… but you can be louder than that, sweetheart. Give us everything.”

Tears filled your eyes as you screamed louder, your body aching for release as they took from you. They continued to slip their cocks in and out of you, taking turns carving out a home inside you. The longer it went on, the heavier your eyes got. You were shocked you still had the strength to yell.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re cock drunk,” Bucky grunted as he moved faster, starting to chase his release. “So fucking good for us and this is just the beginning.”

“This is forever,” Steve moaned, reaching around to find your clit. Tears finally fell when he firmly rubbed it, but you still didn’t come. You were so close. “I told you… your pleasure is ours. You don’t come until we let you.”

“Pl… Please. Need… to be yours,” you pleaded, your vision swimming in a sea of red as each thrust hit that sweet spot dead on. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

“That’s our good girl. Come,” Bucky said, his words buzzing in your head as the coil finally snapped.

The scream that ran out in the room was unrecognizable. It was torn from your very soul as you came harder than you ever thought possible. You pulsed and pulsed around the cock inside you, your essence coating him as pleasure kept hitting you.

“Fuck… that’s fucking it. Give it to us,” Bucky groaned as he tipped over the edge.

You gave another weak cry as he painted your walls, the feel triggering another orgasm. Your walls quivered as your head fell back, panting as you tried to ride it out. How was it possible to come again so quickly?

“Give us one more,” Bucky smirked as he took himself out.

“I… I can’t,” you whimpered as Steve pushed back inside, the lewd squelching sound making your body heat up all over again.

“Yes, you can. You’re ours. You gave yourself to us. So if we say come… you fucking come.”

“Fuck!” you sobbed, your pussy tightening as he growled out his release. You nearly passed out as seconds passed, the sounds of heavy breathing soothing you as you suddenly felt cold. But you were alive. More than ever before.

“Oh, doll. We took a lot, huh?” Bucky asked as he kissed your forehead. “But you took us, too, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, feeling a hand around your neck to keep your head upright.

“And you’re ours, aren’t you?” Steve questioned.

“Yes,” you said again, a blissful smile on your face. “I’m yours.”

“Good…” Bucky smiled, bringing his mouth back to your lips. “We’ll let you rest for a few minutes. We still have two other holes to fill.”

A smirk formed on your tired face, thinking of the carnage the three of you would cause once Rumlow came to collect you. “I’m ready to comply.”

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years

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Body - Tim Drake x Reader

the one where you realized tim really was the world's greatest detective. or, tim finally tells you how he feels. (play under the influence c brown for full experience)

also note, this is not little teenage tim drake, this is the detective even ras al ghul respects, and the man who knows what he wants. not my usual fanon tim but who cares <3

"Yeah, you fucked this one up." you rolled your eyes as Tim typed away on the his computer.

"First of all, no I didn't, second of all, shut up not like you could've done better." he chided in response. After the two of you had discovered a massive laundering scheme it was your opinion that busting the operation in person, weapons out, was the best plan. Tim had instead, let henchmen get away under the guise of "detective work" his plan to out the scheme to the public and let gotham pd handle the rest.

Only problem was, he was yet to "detective the shit out of them" as he'd promised. Not that you didn't believe in Tim, you two had been working together for a few months as you'd come under the protection of the batfamily. But you'd yet to seek something truly detective-like out of him beyond the few cases you two had worked on.

"I can still head over there, it's an easy fight timbers" you groaned, leaning forward in your chair to rest your head on his shoulder, glancing at the computer as if you could understand it. Tim didn't react, the two of you had been growing close for weeks, living in the same house meant as much.

"Y/n, you know as well as I do that's a waste of time, energy, and risk. I've got this handled please. Just go train or something if you can't bore yourself here." The challenge to leave was an empty one, but you didn't like how easily he brushed you off. You grumbled in response, "some detective" knowing that always got him riled up.

"I really, really don't want to do this right now," he muttered. "Do what, detective" venom dripped from your lips, Tim slightly pushed your head off his shoulder, sitting up in his chair, turning his head to shoot daggers back at you.

"Believe it or not, it's done. I'll take your apologies now." he smirked, pointing to the screen. You rolled your eyes glancing at the post and GPD tracker showing police en-route to the base you'd wanted to bust yourself.

"Still not impressive, where's the real detective work?" you challenged, leaning back in your chair with a dangerous grin, loving the fiery energy the two of you had created.

Tim shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he met your eyes. "Does detective work on you count?" cocking his head, feigning sultry innocence as your facade faltered.

"What does that mean?" you withdrew from the heat, watching in subdued panic as Tim pulled up a file with your name on it. "You think I haven't done anything these last few weeks? You're right. I've done nothing but watch you." his voice was low, almost a whisper. You felt your heart beat in your ears.

"Now, please don't think this is surface level detective work. But, if you want the file on your middle name, parents, social security number, or past addresses that's right here [he opened a file brimming with top secret information] I pulled that together for Bruce months ago. You want something worth noticing?" he paused, a dangerous grin forming as you leaned into his every word.

"A real detective notes body language, he traces delicate patterns his subject doesn't even observe" he purred, clicking on a file that opened hundred of videos and pictures of you and him. "Do you even notice your own affinity for me?" he looked deep into your eyes, his own beaming with excitement as you sat further back in your chair.

Quickly, his hand snapped to your knees, holding them in place you glanced down to his hand all the way back to up his eyes, which bore into yours.

"Did you know humans tend to direct themselves towards those they care about?" he chided. "And here you are, knees pointed at me when you could've sat in any other position, and this isn't an anomaly; detectives, [he slowed down on the word just for you] detectives check for that." withdrawing this hand from your thighs he pulled videos where you obviously turn your entire attention to him, videos where you inch closer to him no matter his position, and videos where your eyes swept his entire body. He had caught dangerous moments you hadn't even consciously thought about.

You felt your face heat up, unable to speak you sat carefully waiting for his next remark. With a confident grin he leaned forward, pushing a fallen piece of hair behind your ear. His face so close you could feel his warm breath on your face as he said, "look at you, hanging on my every word, what happened to my bold, reckless y/n?" he cocked his head to the side as you drew in a breath.

He spoke before you even found the words, "no matter, I wasn't quite done yet. Lets look at some battles, see how your feelings for me manifest in your natural habitat." he pulled up videos where it was clear your attention was focused on him. You'd take hits if it meant glancing his way, rarely did you let him get ahead of you, even if it meant brutally forcing enemies out of the way. "Look at all that fire, burning up for me?" he couldn't help but grin as you felt your heart rate increase.

"I- why did you even do this?" you choked out, thinking of the hours he had to have invested in just watching you. Now it was his turn to falter in confidence, a more gentle smile gracing his lips. "Honestly, I was bored. And wanted to know if you felt the same way." he mumbled, letting his inner nerd shine through. You felt able to breathe again, still in shock from the detail of the information he'd gathered.

"You could've just told me you liked me." you gave Tim a light shove, your own confidence regrowing. "Fair, but this was far more impressive, and entertaining," Tim grinned.

"I cant deny that bird brain" you mumbled before continuing, "so what happens now?" you glanced from the computer back to Tim and his eyes lit up.

"Well, your body language speaks for you," he said matter-of-factly.

"You're blushing," his hand swept over your cheek, you leaned into his touch before he pulled it away.

"Your whole body is facing me," his eyes slowly danced down every curve of your figure, pulling all the way back up to your face, stopping at your lips, finally meeting your eyes.

"Gorgeous, breathtaking eyes meeting mine," he whispered, letting you squirm in the silence he had created.

"And what does that say?" you leaned in, hoping he could grasp the hint.

"It says I should kiss you." he whispered bluntly, before closing the distance between the two of you, locking your lips in his. Smiling into the kiss you pulled away just for an instant, catching your breath before pulling him in for more.

"very good, detective"

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Rating all of Dream’s historical looks in The Sandman

Because I’m bored, sleep deprived and now suddenly hyper caffeinated in an airport at 4am. So it’s unlikely to be coherent.

Mostly about his hair (but also his outfits).

I’m a sandman simp so even the lowest of scores are still kinda high 😉

1389:

I just-

Dream, babe… wHY

I don’t think the transition in the show helped

Just focussed on his face while the hair and everything else changed around him

But

It’s not great

I mean he’s still Tom Sturridge and he’s still got a (very high) baseline hotness

But we’re quite close to that baseline rn I’m sorry hon

He looks like Noel fielding I can’t unsee it

Also his long sleeves cut diagonally are just hilarious to me

-5/10

1489:

He looks like a goth dad

Like softcore goth single dad coming to pick their son up from school

Could be kinda wholesome if he tried

Definite bisexual vibes

(Esp w that lil smile to Hob, that just confirms it)

Looks like he has a purse

And the only thing in that purse is eye liner

And a my chemical romance cd

Shirt sleeves permanently rolled up

His forearms are his one (1) flirting technique

Other than that he’s hopeless

Elegant Noel fielding now

Is that… is he wearing a cardigan???

9.5/10

1589:

90% hair gel 10% leather daddy

Fully up to the neck

Good lil catholic boy protecting his modesty

Like he was heavily into bdsm previously then found god but didn’t wanna give up his entire wardrobe

Ok maybe he still does it (I’ve ready your fics I know what he’s like)

He looks like a twink version of andrew lincoln here don’t @ me

Also he’s never looked more angry than in this

Hair is ok but looks like he wanted to experiment with short hair but said fuck that and immediately went the other direction

Now thinking of leather clad Christian borle slutty bi shakespeare in something rotten

He would’ve absolutely tried to fuck the lord of dreams (and probably succeeded)

Dear lord

5/10

1689:

MAJOR INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE VIBES

Esp with the throne like chair he’s in

Ngl actually really like it

Bet his hair is really soft…

And just his face looks so soft in this too

His genuine compassion for Hob surprising even him

I feel like red lipstick would enhance the look

FUCK

And I’m sure he has begrudgingly let Desire style the long hair

Grumbling the entire time

But a week later he’s following all their hair care tips to the letter

13/10

1789:

THAT. LIL. BOW.

Definitely one of Desire’s ideas

They probably gave him a whole colourful array of choices for hair accessories

But then was pissed off when all he chose was a black satin bow

“Brother, darling, really? Of course, I love your aesthetic… but really?”

He looks like Dick Turpin.

He’s an emo pirate.

YARR HARR

He could shiver my timbers

I don’t know why I love this look so much

He just looks so put together

And gay

Slutty gay

50/10

1889:

Hair is a bit basic again (sorry my boy please forgive me I love you)

(I guess it’s cuz I know the beauty of what is coming next…)

So it doesn’t hit the same

But I certainly love his baby steps into the world of short hair

I’m a whore for a suit so I’m here for that

Also just general respect to morpheus changing his look with the times (and as human culture changes) instead of staying stuck with his original look since the dawn of time

Flexible king *wink wonk*

Can picture him sat in a leather armchair by a fire sipping on red wine and reading a book (or brooding after his breakup)

7/10

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