#white collar x leverage

[lapseinrecs]

I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal (and I Just Don't Get Any Respect)

By fiercelydreamed

On Archive of Our Own (account required)

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 6,767 words

Summary: "All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

My thoughts: The line "There's kidnapping and then there's kidnapping" is so funny. Also bonus points for El getting to be a BAMF.

[erodingsinner]

okay so since white collar is getting a reboot and leverage redemption is still in production there is an actual chance for a crossover to happen somewhere in the future. hear me out for a second.

1: leverage was at some point supposed to have a crossover with psych which makes me think they wouldn't be opposed to crossovers & white collar did that one promo with gus from psych. which doesn't mean anything. but

2: both shows have thieves/con-men in the main cast.

3: Damien Moreau, Kate Moreau... Need I say more ?

4: A lot of people hc neal as bi during the original run of the show. The showrunners enjoyed how people shipped Neal/Peter which again doesn't mean anything. but considering Matt Bomer is gay and has been involved in a lot of queer movies/shows if he's producing in any capacity there is a possibility that Neal will be confirmed as bi. A lot of people also think Eliot is bi ( and in love with Parker & Hardison but whether that's canon is debatable, I'd say no )

So what I'm saying here, white collar/leverage crossover where Neal & Eliot have a fling it will happen this is not an if it's a when. thank you good night.

[trinity-trouble]

i have polls :D

[leverage-ot3]

thief conference but it’s just the leverage ot3, red notice ot3, and neal caffrey and el burke (peter isn’t there for plausible deniability)

[inthecornerstone]

blooper reels deserve their own fandoms tbh

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

(Looking at White Collar)

[tam--lin]

I desperately want to see a White Collar x Leverage crossover where the NY office of the FBI has to work with the Boston office, who turn out to be a bunch of incompetents - except for that blonde agent who Neal sort of recognizes from somewhere and who never seems to be in the office.

[inkykeiji]

character: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, overstimulation, blood, toxic relationship words: 747

as much as sukuna would love to deny it, he has a habit. 

it’s unintentional, it’s instinctual, and it’s almost always entirely your fault. 

it appears when he teases you—a simple quirk up of the left side of his mouth, something that grows from a toothless smirk to a gleaming grin at your inevitable whine of his name, all scrunched up and filtered through your petulant little pout. oh, how precious. 

it’s accompanied by a sharp glint of amusement in his eye; something that flickers, that flares, the more upset you get, the more you grumble and scowl and sulk. because it’s so cute, baby, he’s murmuring through the steadily spreading lopsided smile slapped across his face, cooed out words oozing condescension, just how easily he can work you into a frenzy.

it appears when you’re riding him—a soft tugging at the left corner of his lips as he watches you bounce and rock and gyrate on his cock, using it as if it’s your favourite toy, just like he told you to. his usually keen stare is lidded, having turned melty and thick while observing you above him, because god, you’re so gorgeous; rolling whites of your eyes framed by fluttering lashes, dainty hands splayed wide on his chest and nails digging into plush muscle for leverage, fragments of his name and his title leaving your tongue in the sweetest little huffs, each one shoved from your chest with every graze of his cockhead over that engorged patch of flesh, puffy and swollen and buried deep inside of you.

it appears when he’s eating you out—vicious and vigorous and downright voracious—after you’ve lost count of how many times he’s forced you to cream on his tongue, immense pleasure having mollified your brain to a sticky goo, steady streams of glittering salt cascading down your cheeks, face twisted up somewhere between pleasure and pain.

you can feel his lips spreading against your licked-raw cunt, crooked simper reflected in his rust irises, curved mouth slippery as it glides over your slit, screwing up a little further on the left side just like it always does, the bottom half of his face soaked with his spit and your slick.

that skewed smile stretches unnaturally wider as you squirm beneath his grasp, nails scrabbling at whatever they can find—the cotton sheets and his scalp and those hulking shoulders—spine contorting off the bed and chest heaving with the cries that keep ripping up your throat, ragged and hoarse.

the strong arms wrapped around your thighs tighten, forearms weighing on the joints, effectively trapping you in his grip, tangled up in his limbs. two pairs of hands stay curled around your hips, pinning them to the mattress, twenty fingers flexing, leaving fresh steaks of blood across your pelvis, sticky and steadily oozing from the piercing claws gorging on your flesh.

it appears when he hurts you, hands too rough, grip too tight, tone too harsh—a worming sort of leer slanted to the left, something smug and arrogant smeared across his face when he soils your skin with him, a collar of twenty fingers etched into your neck in grotesque shades of plum, or twin sets of handprints stamped into your ass, swollen and stinging. it’s something that takes shape when your fragile veins snap beneath his touch, flooding your flesh with irregular blotches of purples and blues and speckled crimson; something that surfaces when yelps fracture in your throat and sobs hitch in your chest, so heavy your ribs shudder with them.

it appears when you do something so unbearably adorable, something so endearingly stupid, that he just can’t help but snort or snicker, the left side of his mouth twitching with mirth, something he desperately tries to smother, something he devastatingly discovers he can’t. 

because maybe he doesn’t even want to anymore, tired of fighting, tired of feigning. maybe it makes him feel something irritatingly unfamiliar, something much too human, something that binds itself to the void buried beneath his ribcage.

maybe it fills that void with something irrevocable, irreversible, unpreventable. maybe it fills that void with something bright and airy and warm, when you tell him you like his crooked smile, when you tell him it has got to be one of your favourite things about him, your favourite feature of his, happy to see it even as he drags you through hell with it carved into his face.

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Thigh riding. Edging. Taunting. A collar. Degradation. Orgasm denial. Dacryphilia. Porn without plot, pretty much.

a/n: Everyone, thank you so much for all the love and support you all have given me lately. Without further ado, here we go. The collar returns as promised.

You were straddling one of Scaramouche's thighs, soaking the fabric of his shorts with every glide of your cunt along his thigh. Every moan, and whimper that tore from your throat made Scaramouche smirk wider.

He flicked the collar around your neck, enjoying the way the tag with your name on it jingled. Hooking a finger through it, pulling your face close to his, ready to lick the tears that were undoubtedly going to spill from your eyes when he denied you your release.

"No, please, Scara. Not again," You whimpered, choking back a desperate cry when his hands found your hips, squeezing them before he halted your movements.

"What's wrong, slut? Can't get yourself off without my help?" He taunted, feeling his cock growing harder whenever you squirmed on his thigh. His tongue swept out to catch the tears that started to fall from your eyes.

Determine to tease you further, he held you down on his thigh, rubbing it mercilessly against your clit, swallowing back a groan of need whenever he felt your arousal further soaking his shorts. As much as he enjoyed breaking you down, and making you beg for him, your pathetic crying only wound him up faster than he anticipated.

"Take my cock out, whore," He ordered, glaring at you for forcing him to show such vulnerability. "Be grateful for the privilege." He tugged on the collar roughly to remind you of your place.

You licked at Scaramouche's mouth submissively, nuzzling your cheek against his in adoration before reaching down with shaky fingers to unbutton his shorts.

Eager to please him, you took his cock out, pumping your hand up and down, precum rapidly coating your fingers. Your walls clenched in anticipation of feeling it sink into and spread apart your gummy walls.

When he no longer could stand the way his cock throbbed with need from your stroking, Scaramouche lifted you off of his thigh, groaning huskily in pleasure as he lowered you onto his cock.

He took his time bottoming out inside of you, wanting to relish in the feeling of your walls clamping immediate around his cock. You always felt the tightest whenever your whole body was trembling with need for him.

It was a feeling that he was addicted to.

He smacked your ass roughly, hooking his fingers through your collar again. "Start bouncing, pet. You are eager to please me, aren't you?"

You nodded, your back arching in pleasure, the knot of your denied orgasm building to burst whenever his cock rested against your sweet spot. A scream tore from your throat, making Scaramouche laugh when he abruptly slammed himself inside of you.

"Master! Please use me as a tool to get off! I'll do anything, just let me cum," You begged, bouncing with desperate abandon on his cock, driven with the need to feel him buried as deep inside of you as he could go.

"What a whore, begging so shamelessly for me," Scaramouche moaned huskily, using your collar as leverage to thrust up inside of you. His fingers pinched and pulled on your clit, making pleasure burn white hot behind your eyes, your whole body convulsing from the intensity of his thrusts.

One more broken whimper of pleasure pleased his ears when his cock nudged against your sweet spot just right, making you see stars as your release flooded onto his cock.

As his cum gobbed inside of you, Scaramouche yanked your head down, hovering his lips over yours before he kissed you. "You belong to no one else, do you understand me."

[dreaming-tonite]

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warning: office sex, penetrative sex

Word count: 980

Just an idea: Jason saw you in proper office wear once and was absolutely obsessed from then onwards.

Maybe you were one of the new hires on the Wayne Enterprise secretary team and you just so happened to catch his eye when he swung by unannounced on your first week.

Jason Todd seldom show face around the premise, but he sure would do it more often if someone had told him there was a secretary as pretty as you, in front of the reception table no less. He was planning to pop in and pop out but changed his mind immediately when you piqued his interest.

There was not a crease on your crisp white shirt and the top button was left undone, just enough for him to see the small necklace laying soundly against your collarbone when you tilted forward to look at the documents. Your pencil skirt stopped right above your knee, the subtle hues of your skin barely noticeable under the sheer black stockings.

And it was just who he was, but Jason could not stop himself from wanting to mess you up when he saw you so neat and proper.

“You’re new.”

“Yes, I started on Monday,” you barely looked away from your work at hand when he leaned forward with his bulging forearms against the desk, “Mr Todd.” You added as a second thought.

His lips tugged into a lopsided grin, “Oh? You know who I am?”

“We all do,” you replied politely, so polite it sounded impersonal, “they made us remember everyone associated with the Wayne family as part of orientation.”

“Right, of course they do,” he mused, wondering if he could get your trained exterior to crack at all, “but Mr Todd is my father, Jason is fine.”

He reached his hand to you and you stared at it for a second, before giving it a light shake, the touch of your fingers ghosting against his opened palm as if it was never there at all.

“I’ll make a note of that, Mr Todd.”

Your quick wit had only made him all the more determined to win you over, which had proven to be a long and gruesome process the more you made it clear that you couldn’t be easily impressed.

Still, his boyish charisma and many excuses to swing by just to see you eventually softened you up.

(“I’m pretty sure that bringing people coffee is my job,” you lifted your brows, turning the cup in your hand and impressed that he had gotten your exact order down, “but thanks Jason.”)

(It nearly made him combust hearing his name leave your tongue the first time.)

But even after he had managed to charm his way into your heart (and made it clear that he was here to stay), his urge to absolutely make a wreck out of you only intensified.

You should have known that this will happen would he popped into your work one day and just pulled you into an empty storage room after eyeing you up and down.

“Jason!” You hissed, the table he pushed you onto shaking beneath your hips as he rammed into you, “I’m at work!”

“But darling, you’re off the clock,” he purred, licking circles at the side of your neck where the collar of your shirt had already been yanked down, “you’re not working if it’s past office hours.”

“You know that’s— hm!” You bit the inside of your cheeks when you felt a moan slipping through when he smacked the side of your ass, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck for leverage, “not what I mean.”

You let out a frustrated groan when you felt his nails digging into your thighs and the sharp tear followed. God, how many times did you have to tell him that you didn’t want to buy new stockings every week?

“I’ve only worn these twice,” you whimpered, but it only seemed to egg him on as he picked up his pace.

He grinned and you would have believed that he was sorry if his fingers were not dragging down your legs, ripping the flimsy fabric even more.

He licked his lips at your smudged lipstick, skirt bundled up around your waist and stockings pulled down just enough for him to get access to your dripping cunt, your eyes struggled to stay open each time his cock bottomed out inside of you.

“Actually, why don’t you just come work for me instead?” he quipped, “I would love a sexy secretary too.”

“Oh, please,” you still managed to bite back even though your brain was melting inside bits from the burning heat in the pit of your stomach, “you don’t even have an office.”

He let out a wolfish giggle and the vibration of his chest sent chills down your spine, making you arch into him in reflex.

“You’re right,” he swallowed a groan at the proximity, “won’t be able to hold back from fucking you against every surface if I have you around me in this little number every day.”

A soundless gasp left your lips in protest when he pulled away, your arousal gushing out at the sudden emptiness. His hungry gaze racked across your body, exposed and aching for him. Creases that would have never appeared littered all over your shirt the moment he had his hands on you but it was still getting in his way of seeing everything he wanted from you.

“I’ll buy you new ones of everything you have on after I’m done.”

Your eyes widened when he sent you a smirk before his hands snaked to the sides of your waist.

“Jason, no—“

You were just glad that no one caught you walking out with your legs shaking and Jason’s jacket wrapped tightly around you to hide your half-bare torso, while the man in question followed suit looking all too pleased.

[ofthedirewolves]

OPENING COMMISSIONS

Hello all,

Commissions are open once again because I am in a jam. I keep getting job rejections, I’ve sold a lot of things but it never seems to be enough. So I really need some extra help. I don’t like asking for help but it’s currently my only option. I need to open commissions to pay for some debts coming up.

I have paypal and Ko-fi. I understand that things are tight for many people so if you can’t donate please share this post.

Below is a mostly full list of my fandoms (also let me know if there’s a fandom you’re interested and not on the list bc I might be forgetting it)

Ships: Queliot, Klaroline, Steddie, Ronance, Kathony, Dair Games: Uncharted, Hades, Pokemon, Baldur’s Gate 3, Dimension 20, Critical Role C1, Movies: Top Gun Maverick, Ready or Not, Any Star Wars* (just no Reylo), IT/IT Ch 2, Alice (Syfy), Fast & Furious Series, ,Pirates of the Caribbean (just no D*pp please), the Mummy, Count of Monte Cristo TV Shows: Game of Thrones, Lucifer, the Sandman, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Merlin, Ted Lasso, One tree hill, Heroes, Gilmore Girls, Wynonna Earp, Black Sails, Justified, The Witcher, White Collar, Supernatural, Veronica Mars (original series), Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Haven, Runaways, The Royals, Marvelous Mrs Maisel, 9-1-1, BTVS, Angel, She-Ra Books: ASOIAF, A Discovery of Witches, Red White & Royal Blue, X Men, Greek Mythology,

Not really my fandom but I know enough; Grisha Verse, MCU, Star Trek, Hazbin Hotel, Hunger Games, Craig Bond, inception, Percy Jackson, Outlander, elementary, Timeless, DCTV, Silo

(*Admittedly I don’t really know Rebels)

Reblogs, Retweets and Shares always help.

Thank you!

[leverage-ot3]

neal caffrey and peter burke are nate and sophie in a different font and here’s why- *gunshots*

[agerefandom]

Agere Writers Masterpost (2023 Edition!)

Helpful reminders: 

all of these blogs are SFW but have their own DNIs, so please remember to check! 

not all of these blogs have open requests, so please read their bios and respect their boundaries! 

please let me know if I should add anyone! to qualify, blogs must take requests for headcanons or fanfiction, have an easily accessible fandom list, be specifically sfw/non-k!nk content, and have posted in the last three months! 

Holy moly, the list is LONG this year!!! We are still growing and expanding as a community! Because I don’t want to flood anyone’s dashes, the list will be under a ‘keep reading’. 

The list is organized in order of the number of fandoms they write for: with the widest range of fandoms at the top, down to single-fandom blogs at the bottom.

Blogs in italics are folks who don’t match my DNI or vice-versa (but are still sfw agere): I didn’t want to exclude them as many of my followers might have different personal stances than me! However, to respect both of our DNIs, I didn’t want to tag them, so please feel free to explore their blogs in your own time if they’re up your alley! 

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[anlian-aishang]

Tired, burdened, annoyed by all those "morons" at work. There is only one medicine, and it lies between your legs.

// levi x reader, smut, oral sex, squirting, modern AU, fem!reader  // 1300 words // while writing this, i listened to 

People like you two were pulled in all directions. Your merits recognized in work and in play. Overtime at the office, overbooked for coffees with friends. During the work week, sleeping hours were about all you had to share with Levi, morning face washes and nighttime recaps now and then. Had you not moved in together, your relationship would be confined to Saturdays and Sundays, that was certain.

Somedays, it was dreadful. Mondays marked the start of separation. Wednesdays felt far from halfway. Fridays, though. Fridays made you forget. 

That look in his eyes, anticipation that teetered on mania. The twitches of his hands, a man on the brink. Tie half loosened and collar undone. Idiot coworkers and pointless meetings had nicked him to his last thread. With you alone, at last, the Ackerman’s composure snapped. Faced with his unravel, you bit your lip, yet still could not help but smirk. This was what you worked for. 

Hand instinctively snapped to the small of your back. Before you could blink, Levi whipped you to the sofa. A ballroom dip gone dirty. Left hand held your head - a finger on each of the important spots - temple, cheek, lips, jawline. Tongue swept yours in a dance, wordlessly communicating all he was about to do with you. 

That did not mean you were immune to his actions, though. Your startled shrieks as he hoisted your ankles beside his ears - Levi allowed a single snicker - and in that moment, you knew you were fucked. An inadvertent humbling as your stilettos scraped his neck on the way up, drawing a hiss more sinful than sex itself. 

Palm pushed strong against your stomach, Levi leveraged himself lower and lower. Fingers wound between your buttons wove you free on their way down. So familiar with your body, moves practiced to perfection were made to look effortless. Eyes closed in bliss, in exertion, his grasp easily found the hem of your tights. His pull easily found where to yank them to. 

Kisses marked your legs, fingernails traced their path: a crude connect-the–dots. Levi was always eager to remind you: your body was art. A canvas he corrupted with sweat, saliva, and swears. Painting you up - all the way to your middle.

At the sight of your slick, Levi growled between clenched teeth, “Dripping already.” Slowly, his finger glided between your split. End to end: arousal spilled over his touch. Your clean freak examined the glisten on his finger, feigning disgust, but the way his tongue savored your cream proved the opposite. 

Chapped lips to your soft, smooth skin. Eyes met as he spoke into you, “Seems like you’ve been waiting for this, hm?”

Face burned in humiliation, Levi swiftly ditched his sadism and soothed you with sympathy, “Me too, baby.” Hips rutted into the couch cushions, “Me, too.”

Actions were evidence of his words. Hard, fast, hungry, he began to eat you out. Clit rode the bridge of his nose. Tongue pried into your depths. White-knuckle grip spread you wide open - your secrets finally in his hands. And goddamn, did it feel good. 

Pantyhose calves on his cotton shoulders made satisfying sounds, not as satisfying, though, as the ones below. Gasps for air: he had delayed the pull away as long as possible, reluctant to leave. Long hums: the sensation of a hot shower’s first spray. Whispers of your name, as though it was a curse word.

Levi drank you down like a gulp of water on a humid hike. Ate you out like the first day after a fast. When you thought he would tire, his body showed just how desperately it needed you. Muscles rippled, tendons stretched, all in endeavor: you were life itself. 

“Missed you.” Levi moaned between smacks of his lips on yours. “Missed you too much.”

Too much, not so much. 

Indeed, so much would have been one thing. Too much was another. Come the weekend, he was so tired, but not too tired - not too tired to provide you the release you deserved. So burdened, but not too burdened - not too burdened to put your pleasure on his shoulders literally. So annoyed, but not too annoyed - not too annoyed to withstand your glass-shattering cries. In fact, those seemed to ease him.

Ease him in some ways, rile him in others. When you got like this, all felt right in the world, his universe no wider than this sofa. At the same time, with each of your screams, nerves stung along his spine. Hairs stood on end. He longed to love you, to destroy you. To praise you, to remind you who you belonged to. You were the mystery that snared him, one he tried to solve one lick at a time. 

Those were getting more frantic. Your fingers thrown in his hair and the dire calls of his name - shots of adrenaline in his pursuit. Thick gulps of your syrup - an adult sugar rush. Levi winked one eye open, split-second precision to catch the pulse of your abdomen. Ovaries danced. Nipples took a stand against their imprisonment, black-lace bra their cage. At your pathetic, dismantling state, a smile you could feel. 

“You’ve been such a good girl, such a good girl,” Levi cooed, cupping your thighs, slurping between breaths. “So patient, I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

The arch of your back answered better than words could. Still, even as your pussy twitched and as your dam began to crack, you clenched your fists in the couch, a sorry attempt to delay the inevitable.

You both knew, the longer the race, the better the finish. Dreams of this scene had propelled you through hell-sent day-to-days, the last thing you wanted was for it to end early.

But with a mouth like his, “you’re not gonna last, sweetheart.” Against his fingers, he could feel your waves build, could see the impatience in your yearning. Pupils had dilated in lust, but knowing that your demise, your nirvana, was near spilled love into that concoction. 

Beckoning, “Let go, princess.” You’ve had such a long week. “Come on, let me taste you.” All of you. 

From pleading to ordering, Levi’s voice drowned deep, “Cum on my face.” Use me. Surrender to me. “Cum on me.” Stern, then shouting, “Cum on me!”

The juxtaposition of soft and strict. Dichotomy of begging and demanding. Mentality fucked by his overstimulation, by the debate of delayed gratification, it could not handle one more head game. 

“Levi, I…” you writhed in his grasp, yet his tongue spared you no mercy.  “Le-Levi!!”

In the first rush, you knew you had made the right choice in submitting. Fuck foreplay. Whatever this was - that was all you needed in life. Levi’s head between your thighs - what bills, what schedule? Flooding him in your love, turning his face wet, coating each strand of hair - better than any promotion. Who needed one? You were Levi Ackerman’s significant other, that was a superlative in itself. A million thoughts in each of those ten seconds, none of them coherent, always interrupted by an immaculate moan or motion of his. 

With your first ounce of composure, you took a deep breath. In your second, you gazed down to him. Shirt wrinkled with divots beneath your heels. Jawbone dripping with God knows what. It had glued his clothes-transparent-to his skin-flushed. He did not seem to care. More than that, even, he seemed to adore. 

But in that aftermath, you could not help but wonder. What if you held out for one minute longer? Would he be even more wet? Even more red? Even more breathless?

By this point, he could read your mind and could see the first sparks of regret-his most hated look on anyone. Thankfully, he knew the remedy. 

“Who said you only get one?”

// masterlist //

[vibratingskull]

The stray cat

Thurfian x f!reader 

tags: oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, Thurfian can be mean, soft dom and sub energy (I guess?)

He may fucks you but You fuck the system.

You're curled on your datap- questis, when you hear the door of your office. You turn to see the Mitth Patriarch standing beside the door, holding the bridge of his nose. You open your mouth to salute him but he raises his hand to stop you. 

“No. I do not want to hear anything. This is not the time."

He swiftly walks to a chair and sits down, with a sigh. You don't have to say a thing, you guessed already. 

“Thrawn is at it, again!" He explodes. 

Nailed it. 

"Can I ask what he did this time, your Venerante?" You ask, preparing a glass. It happens from time to time, he comes blew some steam off in your small office, somewhere he can let go of the heavy mask of protocols and decency because you don't hold any power to leverage against him. 

"No, you can not." He growls. "You will hear about it soon enough through the Syndicure."

You put down a shot of whisky on the table and he gulps it down like he would drink milk. 

"I am going to get white hair early because of him." He clancs the glass down hard, with a sigh. 

This forces a smile out of you. It would be a shame for him who takes all this time to groom himself to always appear at his best. You slide behind him and start massaging his temples. He lets you do it, closing his eyes. 

"For how long has this been going on?" You investigate. 

You're not aware of everything between them. Since you have been rescued from certain death by captain Thrawn in what they call the chaos you've been deemed an Ascendency problem and a Mitth responsibility, at the great dam of the Patriarch Thurfian. Since then you roam their mansion under high security and you slowly become like a stray cat, one you like to pet but nobody wants to claim responsibility over. So you became his problem, one he inherited once again from captain Thrawn like it was regular and at first he resented both of you for that. He already has the whole family to manage and now a weird alien freely walks inside the walls of his home, between the trusted members of his dear family. 

So it became a pride affair for him to manage the alien, to keep it alive while preventing it from discovering the Ascendancy's secrets. When it appeared clear you were not interested in the slightest in penetrating their mysteries and was just trying to keep a low profile in an alien society hostile to foreigners, he started to relax. 

As much as he can relax, which means not a lot. 

“Since day one!” He erupts. “Even his entry in the family was against all protocols!”

You slide your hand to his shoulders, grazing his neck with the tips of your fingers, and continue massaging, finding knots in his broad shoulders. He rolls them and his head to stretch his neck. His long hair dances in his back and you get a whiff of his cologne. It’not the same he usually puts, you notice. He growls, pulling on his collar like he is too hot. You open the collar of his constrictive red tunic, he shoots you a glare over his shoulder but remains silent. You offer him an innocent smile in response and resume the massage.

“Do you advance in the classification of the data?” He demands with an authoritarian voice.

It’s an ungrateful job, repetitive and not intellectually stimulating, the type of job you give to a new internship, but in exchange you get board, lodging and a small saving so you don’t complain.

“I’m almost finished, I should be able to start the last folders by the end of the day.” You try to articulate the difficult Cheuhn words as gracefully as you could, but you can't help one or two grimaces when you stretch your mouth. A good thing you’re behind him, he would not take it nicely.

“Good. If you do well, I will think about transferring you to a team of syndics to help them out.” He edicts.

Traduction: If you’re exploitable you’ll be transferred to a bigger office, but with surveillance.

“Really?”

“If you do well.” He insists.

You pout.

You know as a human you won’t get far in this society, but gratefulness would be appreciated, and you start feeling hemmed in this small office. You could use some company.

You grin.

You lean forward, slowly, slipping your hand inside his tunic, placing his head between your breast, his hair tickling you. You feel his heart beating through your palm.

“And if I do really well?” you mewl.

You lick the tip of his ear, tasting the metal of his ornate earrings. 

Taste pricey.

Another thing you came to know about Thurfian after some time, is that behind this mask of dignity and respectability he has his own deviances. Deviances you like to play with.

His hand hooks the back of your neck, caressing your cheek, and holds you in place, taking a fistfull of your hair. 

"What do you hope for, human?" He turns his head toward you, his nose brushing your cheek.

"For a bit of sweet time. Those days here are so boring and lonely.” You mince, pulling you closer to him, embracing him tighter.

“Well tough luck for you, I don’t have time to give you. You will have to wait.” He moves away, rising from his seat to observe the gardens through the window, hands clasped behind his back.

You follow the man with your eyes, like a predator would a prey. He’s a taker and a proud one, but you have your own means to obtain what you want. Simpering doesn’t work, no problem, you’ll use his next weakness: pride.

“Okay.” You sigh. “Then I’ll find someone else to wait for in this case.”

You see his eye twitch.

“What?” He asks incredulously.

“I can wait for you, but I’ll need someone to play with to be patient.” You innocently explain. “I have already set my eyes on some of your advisors.”

“They are trusty and loyal advisors. They will not betray me in any way.”

“Ah but you insisted on hiding our little affair, they don’t know about that.” you remind him.

He scoffs

“I doubt you will find anyone interested in you, human. You're an exotic treat but we have our pride.”

“You’re right.” You falsely concede. “I will need someone with a broader mind. I wonder if Captain Thrawn is free right now?”

Thurfian looks at you like you spitted in his face.

“I always find him quite charming to be honest, maybe because he’s the most open minded of you all.” You continue. “It’s been a while since I saw him either way.”

“What makes you think he will respond positively to your advances?” He inquires with a steady voice, but his eyes are throwing daggers.

“I already have the Patriarch wrapped around my finger, I can surely make the weirdo of the family bend the knee…” You slyly comment, taking out your comlink.

He freeze.

Maybe this last comment was a bit too far.

He jumps at you with a furious expression, his burning eyes blazing dangerous flames.

You just have time to worry if he’s gonna slap you for that last affront, when he grabs your chin with his fist and his lips come crashing on yours. Your cry of surprise is muffled by the kiss. His tongue forces the way inside your mouth and clashes with yours. 

You chastise yourself.

You should have guessed this reaction, one of the peaks of a relationship with a lowly alien is that you don’t have to embarrass yourself with the cumbersome etiquette and decorum, he would not trouble himself with it for you.

He presses you against your desk, in a demanding embrace. You pull away to take back your breath, panting. He licks your lips and grasp your cheek, making you look like a fish.

“21h, in my room. I will not tolerate lateness. Wore something red and golden.” He orders. 

He finally lets you go, gasping for air. He opens the door and before getting out shouts.

“And you better be done with all the folders!”

And thats how you get what you want around here.

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You hurry in the corridors, praying not to cross paths with anyone. You have a collection of excuses for why you’re roaming around the Patriarch quarters late at night, but for secrecy reasons you’d prefer not having to justify yourself. Plus Thurfian would give you an earful. You sigh, all those secrets are tiring sometimes. It would be simpler if he revealed seeing you, but he would rather die than admit he’s fucking the alien. He loves to do it, he loves the thrills and exoticism you bring but his Patriarch pride would be forever soiled if the fact that he knows you instead of proper Chiss women was exposed. He likes the secrecy and his privacy. 

You arrive at his door, knock three times, wait and knock two times. Your secret code.

“Enter.” A blasé voice can be heard.

You enter and quickly close the door behind you. He’s reading something, his face resting on the back of his hand, eyes fixed on the file before him. He brings a glass of Nectarwine to his lips without even looking at you.

“Come closer.”

You swing your hips, making your heels clac on the ornate parquet. He extends his hand to you. 

“Kiss.”

You smile. He wants to do it that way tonight huh? 

You kneel and take his hand.

“Your Venerante.”

You kiss the back of his hand and put it against your forehead.

He doesn’t look at you, still fixated on his file he takes another sip. You kiss his hand once again, dart your tongue and lick the base of his fingers.

“Patriarch” You coo.

He deigns looking at you, with a closed, indecipherable expression. He pours himself another glass and rises from his chair to walk to a way more comfortable armchair.

“I did not appreciate your little show of disobedience earlier.”

You beg to differ, judging by his reaction it must have excited him tremendously. You remain silent.

“You swore allegiance to the Ascendancy and to the Mitth family, it was the conditions for you to remain free in the Ascendancy. I see that when unchecked your rebellious and dangerous behaviors get the upper hands.”

He sits down with a sigh and joins his hands before him.

“You will renew those vows tonight.”

“Yes, my liege.” You grin.

He looks at you up and down, unimpressed.

“I have a clear memory ordering you to wear something red and golden.”

“But I did, your Venerante.”

You take off your belt and start unbuttoning your blazer when he raises his hand.

“Slower.”He orders.

“Of course, my Lord.” You smile innocently.

One by one you unbutton it, taking your time,letting it go sensually, throwing it somewhere in the room. You start swinging your hips as you take off your shirt, playing with the hem, showing bits of your soft tummy, spinning on yourself while humming a tune you undress your back and take off your blouse. You grab your butt and shake it with a laugh. You turn back to face him again, revealing the bra with his family’s colors and your soft breast. No smile comes to crack his face, his eyes fixated on you with the most serious in the world, sipping his drinks. He doesn't look amused but you start having fun so you continue rocking your bust, shaking your hair everywhere, jumping in place like you would do at a rock concert. But you’re not a rock concert. You’re in the bedchambers of the Mitth Patriarch.

It doesn't stop you from bursting laughing at yourself.

If you're not mistaking, foreplay and sex aren't the liberating acts that they are for humans to the Chiss. Even in this intimate moment of vulnerability, decorum and rigid etiquette are still expected between the partners, which sounds like a hassle and a way of burning down yourself slowly, bit by bit. You're not exactly sure it is a healthy approach to the subject, but this is how they do things. Maybe this is what he loves about you, this reckless abandon, this untamable playfulness… 

You caress and stroke your body, kick off your shoes and open your pants, letting them slide across your legs slowly, revealing your plump thighs, then your round calves and finally your delicate ankles.

You strike a pose, hands on your waist, letting him appreciate the undergarments and how it hugs your form and compliments your figure. You caress your bosoms, your flanks , your tummy, you hook your panties, playing with the hems, you let one brace slide across your shoulder.

He indicates you to come closer with two fingers. You giggle and go to all four, crawling to him with glint in the eyes. You think you see the thinnest smile on his lips as he puts down his empty glass on the table, spreading his legs as you come closer. He moves aside the shirt-tail of his tunic and opens his trouser. You slide yourself between his legs, spreading them further with your hands on his knees. His hand comes caressing your cheek, you rub it in his palm, closing your eyes to appreciate the warmth to his skin. You always liked that Chiss are naturally warmer than humans. It offers a nice contrast to their cold behavior. His thumb slides inside your mouth. 

"You seem full of energy tonight, human."

"I am excited, Patriarch. You grace me with little visits lately. I have to make the most of it!" You chuckle brightly. 

"Does my little human feel lonely in her office?" He mocks, caressing your lips with his thumb. 

You bite down his thumbs as a warning. You're not taking mockery well. He can deprive you of those sweet times, but you can do just as much. And you know behind this stern and haughty behavior he needs them as much as you. 

He winces in pain for a split second and his stern expression comes back. He trails your teeth with his bitten tongue, parting your red lips. You suck on it, moaning obscenely. 

"You are feisty tonight. I can deal with that. Firstly…"

He takes his cock out of his trousers and gives it a few strokes. 

"... Put those plump lips to good use and serve your Patriarch." He orders. 

Your hands leave his knees to take him. You give it a few strokes to help him harden, you already see some precum leaking at his head. You approach your head and lick the tip, circling the crown. You taste the saltiness and give it a few laps. You then slide at the base of his shaft and lick your way up with the flat of your tongue sloppily, teasing him. His mouth is no more than a thin line, and you hear him breathe through his nose. You look deeply in his carmin shining eyes, and give his length a noisy kiss. You take him in your warm and wet mouth, just the tip at first, swirling it, titillating it with the dart of your tongue, then you allow it to go deeper, slowly, preventing your gag reflex to come into the action. You feel him hardening by the seconds. Your lips part father as you work your way down his girth, until you feel your nose touching his skin and his erection reach the back of your throat. You notice he puts perfume down there too, how thoughtful of him. You remain still several seconds, breathing deeply through your nose.

You look up to him. 

He looks at you with a strange shimmer in the eyes, his head in his hand appearing like a king that awaits for his order to be obeyed. He gently brushes back a strand of hair out of your face. You gulp and rise your head back, lapping at the veiny length from the base to the tip. And you go back down. Slowly. Steadily. You start bobbing your head away, focusing on your respiration. You feel one of his hands comb through your hair, caressing your head. 

He sighs with contentment. 

You gulp and try your best to swallow his whole cock each time, but it is easier say than done. He is remarkably well endowed, nature has been generous with him, but it adds difficulty to your task. 

He sighs again. 

"You are good for that. Like you were born for it." He hums. 

You moan the best you could to the compliment. His hand comes caressing your hollowing cheek as you spread his thighs further. 

"I do not like the idea of you fooling around with someone else." He continues on a conversational tone. "I should forbid you from it." 

On the contrary you think he would like that, he always struck you as someone who would like to watch. 

"Remain with me." He rasps. "Do not leave my side. " He throws his head back. "Continue. Do not stop."

You close your watering eyes, you feel drool on your chin dripping on the pricey carpet. You try to keep your gag reflex at bay but his cock brushes the back of your throat each time. You feel him delicately pushing your head down, slowly but firmly. You moan a warning, you're not at your limit but you're close. You feel him whole in your mouth, his veins, his precum, his throbs indicating you that he's close. He passes a hand through his hair with another contented sigh. His shaft hits the back of your throat once again and he pushes it further down. You dig your nails in his thighs. Careful. 

He releases the pressure on your head. 

You raise your head back and take a deep breath through your nose. You start bobbing away rapidly, only taking him mid-way but caressing the base with your hand. You go rapidly, feeling him throbbing between your swollen lips.

“Alright, enough.” He pants.

But you don’t stop, you keep going determined to have him finished with your mouth alone. A little bit of powerplay to strip him of his pride.

“I said stop.” He digs his nails in the leather of the armchair.

You continue despite his warning, it’s about speed now. You feel his leg muscles contract and flex and his cock harden with blood beating through his veins. You’re drooling all over and making a mess. 

“You…”

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks your head backward. You let him go with a soundly pop. He's looking at you with a furious gaze, his cheek in a purple color and panting like you are. You stay like that in silence for several seconds.

“You… Unruly woman…” He pants, gritting his teeth.

You smile, wiping your mouth and chin. You didn’t succeed. Oh well, you’ll try it again another day.

“What is it, Patriarch? A little stunt put you in this mess?”

“You…” He takes a breath. “...Need to be taught some manners. Urgently.”

You lick your lips without breaking eye contact.

“I think you became too comfortable around here. You are on shaky ground, human. Do not forget I can transfer you to prison or the GAU, it would be less work for me and my syndics.”

“For what crime, Patriarch? Making you orgasm?” You ask with false innocence.

“The bed. Now.” He orders, releasing your head.

You rise up and do a mimic of a reverence.

“But of course my liege.”

“Hurry.” He snarls, dressing down.

You jump on the bed and bounce, laughing. You spread your limbs like a starfish, taking all the place on the bed. From the corner of your eyes you see him take something out of a drawer and crawl on the bed. You jump on your knees with an amused growl.

“What is it?” You ask giggling.

“Tools for undisciplined persons like yourself.”

“Ouh, you mean you already used it on somebody else other than me?” You tilt your head with a grin.

“You do not have the primacy of my bed.”

“Maybe…” You lick your lips again. “I’ve seen your numerous Chiss lovers. But each time you come back to me.” You lean forward to kiss him but he stops you by grasping your throat.

“Lay down.” He cuts you out.

He gently guides you holding your throat. You lay down on your back, head on the pillow, awaiting what’s coming next with anticipation.

“Hands up.”

You obey without getting rid of your grin, you look at him smugly. You hear a metallic sound and feel cold around your wrists. You look up at the handcuffs.

“Hey! That’s unfair!” You protest pulling on your arms.

You only make the handcuffs rattle. He chuckles.

“That is what you get for being disobedient.” 

“Blast!” You spite.

“Now, either you remain calm or I will let you handcuffed here for the whole night.”

You sigh. He won this one.

He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips, kneading your breast over your bra. You start hearing him purr, a deep sound rumbling his chest, coming from the deep at the back of his throat. His mouth descends at your neck and his hand caresses it’s way south, across your tummy to your venus mount. His fingers dance across your skin at this sensible area, drawing sweet circles as he nibbles the sweet spot of your neck. A whine escapes you, sometimes you love his little game and sometimes you want to get done with it to get to the interesting part. It seems like he wants to play first. You’re especially impatient because you feel his erection poking at your thigh. You want to get to the fun quickly.

“Can we skip this part?” You negotiate.

He bites down your neck. 

That’s a clear no.

His hand scoops your pussy, you can feel his warm palm on your lips through the fabric of the pantie. He trails it with his fingers, titillating your entrance. He slides it to the side and trails it once again without anything between your fleshes. He caresses your pussylips, kneads them, covers them with his palm, taking his sweet time while you grow more and more impatient.

“At the risk of appearing impolite, your Venerante, can we please skip this part of the process?” You ask over politely.

“I am not taking you without preparation.”

You scoff.

“Oh come on now.”

He side eyes you.

“Reminds me who is in charge here?”

You look at him unimpressed, and pout.

“You…” You admit reluctantly

“Good. So we will do it my way.”

He put two fingers at the entrance of your mouth.

“Suck.”

You welcome his digits in your mouth and suck them, lubricating them enough for your southern mouth. He takes them out and resumes his caress. He pushes one finger inside your warm cavern, he searches a bit and finds your g-spot. He starts grazing it gently, almost tickling you but the sensation is really pleasant. He kisses one of your bosoms and your collar bone as he toys with you. Your toes curl at the sensation of his long slender finger scraping at your sensitive spot. 

“You’re getting wetter.” He hums satisfied.

You open your mouth to respond but instead a moan escapes you. He curls his finger inside you, earning a mewl. He buries a second finger and parts your folds, scissors you, stretching your tender walls wide. He caresses your insides in a circular motion, grazing at your soft inner flesh, before coming back to your G-spot and assaulting it relentlessly. You bite your lower lips, almost slashing it. Why is he so good at that?

“Won’t you sing for me, Vutucni?”

You don’t know this one. You reluctantly untie your mouth, de-gritting your teeth in a conscious effort. Your instincts always try to silence you in those moments, but him, he likes the sound of you moaning, whining, crying out your pleasure in desperation. He pumps his fingers inside of you, grazing your spot tirelessly, making the tension rise as your juices coat your thighs, drooling off your wet walls, wetting the sheet. 

He trails down your slit with his fingers, coating them. 

"That's better…" He purrs. 

A deep, guttural sound of approval. 

"... But I am sure you can do even more." 

He resumes the pumping of his fingers, teasing your clit with his thumbs, circling it, pressing it. Your delicate walls tightens around his flexible hand and lean fingers that expertedly earn a whine out of you. You feel pleasure spreading through your veins like gentle waves, one after the other, you feel your blood flying down your pussy and your clit, puffing up your walls. 

Suddenly, it happens. 

Your walls contract and clench around his hand, imprisoning it. You let out a cry of pleasure, throwing your head back, rolling your eyes. It is a long mewl that ends in a deep satisfied sigh, an obscene song he loves to listen to. All your body tenses up, curling your toes.

“Can you do what you did last time?” He demands.

He insists on your G-spot and sensitive pearl, rolling on your orgasm,  building up the tension again.

“... That’s not… not really a thing I can control… Ah-” You pants.

“You will do it again, for me.” He just assured.

He pumps his hand in and out hard, curling his fingers, assaulting your poor little cunny. He kisses your collarbone, nibbling at your sensitive spot, licking across while purring, you can feel the vibrations of his chest. You close your legs suddenly as you feel your muscles clenching again with force that it shakes your whole legs, you squirt on his hand with a pathetic whine, out of breath, trembling with all your limbs.

“See? I told you you could do it again.” He pulls out his dripping hand with a satisfied smug. “Taste yourself.”

You open your mouth and suck on his fingers, drinking from yourself. It’s a bit salty, titillating your tastebuds. You lap his digits diligently until he takes them out to try out for himself. He moans appreciatively. 

“You make for a tasty treat, human.” He teases.

 He raises from his lying position and places himself between your legs, spreading them as wide as possible, exposing your cunt to him. He actually takes the time to observe it in detail, caressing it gently with what looks like curiosity in his fiery eyes. It makes you feel even more naked to be scrutinized like that. But more importantly you feel infuriatingly empty, and that, you cannot tolerate.

“So you’re gonna fuck me or what?” You ask feverishly, on the verge of implosion.

“Such impatience.” He tsk, he pumps himself a few times to give his erection a bit of vigor back. It’s impressive it lasted that long, to be honest. He rests his girthy shaft against your pussylips, coating it with your juice, grazing it up and down slowly  “I do not know if you are worthy of me. Your act of defiance earlier is still unpunished, maybe I should just finish myself on your stomach and leave you here for the night, needy and cold. Maybe it would teach you a lesson.” 

“Please…” You negociate and squirm in his hands.

“You are going to need to do better than that.” He stops the pleasurable grazing of his dick.

You try to move your hips to get some friction by yourself but he holds you down with his strong hands, immobilizing you. 

“Your Venrante, will you consider the possibility of fucking me?” You plead with puppy eyes and pout.

He slaps your pussy and you yelp in pain and surprise.

“Don’t be a smartass with me.” He snarls.

You breathe through your nose and gulp. He really needs to relax sometimes.

“Patriarch, please…” you look him in the eyes, any signs of mocking disappear, you put as much of needy desire your dignity allows.“...I want you inside me.”

He considers you with a raised eyebrow, with intense glowy eyes you could barely see any pupils or iris, resuming lightly the grazing of his length like an encouragement, teasing you.

But he doesn’t enter you.

You grit your teeth. What the fuck does he wants?

You feel tears building behind your eyes and your hypersensitivity gets the best of you.

“Oh maker, what do you want me to do?!” You rage “Do you want me to beg?!”

“Yes.” He coldly respond.

You open your eyes wide, ready to protest but you stop at his haughty and cold expression. You don’t feel any warmth behind those eyes, any playfulness, just superiority and pride. It doesn't feel like a game anymore.

A grimace twists your features. He’s dead serious, isn’t he?

“Thurfian, please…” Your voice trembles, shaked by the incoming sobs.

He looks at you with a smug expression but doesn't move with the intent of acceding your request.

“Please…” Your voice cracks

You feel tears rolling down your cheeks and a sob comes shaking you.

“Please…” you cry so low you’re sure he can’t hear you.

You look up to him with trembling lips, a satisfied grin on his face. He leans forward and licks your tears.

“May this be your lesson.” He murmurs.

And he enters you without warning, pushing the air out of your lungs. You whine at the sudden feeling of fullness. He thrusts with full force in your tight little pussy, making your breast bounces. He pounds you without mercy, not letting you time to take your breath, 

fucking you raw. You gasp at each thrust, face soaked with tears and cunt wet. You hold on the bed headframe for dear life, clawing the metal with your nails. If your hands were free you would have roamed them all over his body, in his hair, digging your nails in the flesh of his back. But they are tied. He takes your jaw between his fingers and kisses you languorously. You moan in his mouth, eyes closed, your puffy lips embracing his, your tongue dancing together. It muffles your whines and cries, absorbed by the kiss. He rocks his hips with a merciless rhythm, his cock strangled by your clenching walls. The fire in your abdomen spreads as all your blood rushes to your cunt and clit, engorging your inner muscles. His other hand comes between your two sweaty bodies, rapidly moving at your clit so nicely, playing with it, setting it on fire. You feel his length drooling and twitching inside of you.

Once again, you cum in a spasm, all your body tensing up, leaving a creamy O on his cock. You scream in his mouth, your toes curling and back arching against his warm body. You almost bit his tongue in the confusion. Your tender inner walls clenching furiously around his shaft.

His thrust began to be more and more erratic until he came to a complete stop,  his sperm filling you up with a sighed moan against your neck. He doesn’t pull out, just lays on top of you, kissing and caressing your cheeks. 

You gulp, taking back your breath and gathering your thoughts. He pants next to you, leaving pecks at the corner of your lips. He releases your hands, his coming to stroke your hair delicately as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

He never finishes inside you. Never.

You slowly come down from the high, your sobbs subsiding gradually. 

He seems to be searching for his words.

“I was unjust…” He pants.

You guess it’s the closest thing you’ll get for an apology. 

You nod, chasing off your last tears.

He lowers his head as he’s about to kiss you again but stops mere centimeters away leaving you the choice.

You choose to kiss him.

The kiss is tender and light. You moan against his lips. He purrs deeply.

You part reluctantly, he puts his forehead against yours, holding your face.

You remain silent, listening to your pants, beating hearts and his purr. It soothes you.

“I will transfer you to another office. To a less ungrateful task with company.” He promises.

You smile faintly, exhausted.

But you want to know.

You gulp.

“What are we gonna do if ever I… get pregnant?”

His purr deepens, kissing the corner of your lips.

“We will do what it takes.”

@bluechiss, @aroayr-shuk, @exoplorationn

[will-ruadh]

okay, too much unfinished stuff, even for me, this is the "we finish things here" autumn season!!

Manga:

One Piece 1st saga (82/100) 🟥

Games:

Undertale (0/1) 🟥

Deltarune (0/1) 🟥

Rusty Lake all games replay (0/17) 🟥

Fran Bow replay (0/1) 🟥

Genshin Act 5 maybe??? 🟥

Books:

Dracula (ch. 4/27) 🟥

Percy Jackson at least the first one dear God when will I finish it 🟥

the rest of the pjo series (optional) 🟥

What if Loki was worthy (ch. 3/??) 🟥

The book of Bill 🟥

LOTR (optional) 🟥

Movies:

The Hobbit movies (1/3) 🟥

The Whale (2022) 🟥

Any horror movie I haven't watched yet 🟥

Shows:

HotD s2 (7/8) 🟥

Doctor Who s14 (1/8) 🟥

the x-files s8 (5/21) 🟥

Spatort (1/5) 🟥

literally any star trek i have on hold (TAS, TOS movies, TNG, disco, SNW) 🟥

Gilmore Girls if i like it 🟥

White Collar s1 (8/14) 🟥

Leverage s1 (3/14) 🟥

the A-Team s2 (4/23) 🟥

Hotel Portofino (3/18) 🟥

It's always sunny in Philadelphia s2 (2/10) 🟥

Mob Psycho 100 II (10/13) 🟥

otgw rewatch 🟥

gravity falls rewatch 🟥

Musicals:

Beetlejuice 🟥

maybe movie!Cabaret or Chicago idk 🟥

Last priority:

Hilda

MLP

Pushing Daisies

The Boys

Stranger Things

The Magnificent Seven

Hustle

Lupin

okay i think that's all