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[rainydaylately]

❥ 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙨

❥ 𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

About + Authors note: You are on enemy side and Konig captures and tries to get information from you, you stay quiet and refuse to speak. Konig gets fed up. Smut, Rated M. Please correct me if I messed up the german phrases :3!

Word count: 1500+

nothingness. there was nothing to look at, nothing to hear. it was dark with emptiness, unaware of your surroundings. before being against this chair with what you presumed was a sack over your head, you were off on your mission. alone of course as the group you were told to scout by your lieutenant was one that the faint of heart could not counter, especially rookies. easily they could swipe out an entire group imbued with confidence, only for hope to glide out of their fingertips like a snapped rope. plummeting to into the abyss of death.

wrists burned at the sensation of stiff rope being securely tied, there was no point in attempting to loosen the bands. discomfort settled into pain.

time had been long forgotten, being bound to the chair alone with whatever fate would decide for you tonight. your tried to listen for any sounds to emerge from the abyss of nothingness.

to your luck, sarcastically, footsteps began approaching. the echo making it laborious to pinpoint in what direction it came from. there was a click before the presence of whoever walked in was in front of you.

"you're awake, it's about time," a rough hand yanks the sack from your head. you pulled your head back after being hurtled forward. you were angry, confused, shocked, every emotion you could feel before looking up at your capturer.

the hood draped against his head had two cut holes, being met with the coldest glare to ever come across. the disdain behind his gaze was enough to make you cower in the slightest, but your pride straightened your back. there was no way you were not going to make it out unalive, you needed to get back to your team with the assaurance of it being in one piece.

the man walks around you, almost like a predator about to mangle its prey. you kept your eyes forward, refusing to surrender.

"tell me," he begins, "who sent you?" he dryly says. just as how everyone described him, you connected the details from the so-called tales of Konig. he was large, unsympathetic, meeting his gaze would be met with an instant death. though here you were, probably one of his longest survivors.

you stay quiet, only scowling at him. within the back of your mind there were only two options, talk and be killed, or stay quiet and be killed. the outcomes of both were what you despised, still pondering silently of any means of escape.

"Du bist eine maus," he states followed with a laugh.

konig stands tall, never showing any sign of mercy. you were the mouse just one step away from the trap.

the rough hand from before grips your jaw, gloved fingers digging into your skin to force you to look up. you stare up at him, the fluorescent white light from above shined down at him. portraying him as a god, a higher power above you with you seated down. defenseless.

"who," your silence made him impatient with the tighter grip to your jaw, "sent you?"

stupidly enough a smile creeps onto your lips, "like I would ever tell you."

it's not the response he wanted because there was now a stinging pain from the slap, he gave you. turning back to him you laugh, the situation you were in was bullshit and the realization began to sink into your stomach. might as well do whatever came across your mind.

"is that all?" you ask raising a brow.

konig's hand made its way to your throat, immediately constricting your breathing as he began to speak.

"do you know how easy it is for me to kill you? you're nothing." he spat before finally releasing the chokehold you were in. you coughed as the taste of air finally dropped on your tongue, savoring it before what came next. konig cranes downward, meeting your face.

"you look pretty out of breath, keep quiet and i might give you something you enjoy," he says before finally standing up.

nodding, you kept your mouth shut. not knowing what will come, but his hands coming to undo the buttons of his pants became a clear indicator.

to say you were shocked was an understatement, confused would probably be a more fit description with the slightest hint of excitement. Konig waited, you followed his direction of keeping quiet and he began to raise his hand towards your face. for the slightest moment you felt his fingertips gently take your chin to gaze deeper with the darkness peeking through the holes of the hood.

gloved fingers whispered across your lips, he stepped closer bringing his pelvis to your face.

"open," he demanded. you obediently follow the task, feeling him slide the tip of his cock past your lips. not once did he stop as you could do nothing but take his length.

he settles his cock within your mouth, sparing you by not bottoming out with his cock. you attempted to swallow whatever saliva that began gathering on your tongue, but it was no use, your choking made him sigh.

you pull your head back. konig allowed you to take a breath of air, knowing you had to follow along to his actions. you began taking the tip back into your mouth, sucking the skin before taking in more of his cock. struggling at his girth as you tried to take as much as you could, though failing with another choke. konig laughs at you

"du bist lustig," he mocks. konig pulls away for just a moment, unexpectedly he walks over to your bounded wrists, taking his tactical knife to snip the rope. you pull your strained arms towards you, rubbing the skin painted with bruises.

"that will leave a mark maus," konig stands in front of you once more. now with your hands free this would be more facile.

settling comfortable in front of you, konig waits for you to continue. sweat from nervousness beaded on your forehead, it streaked down dropping onto your thigh. damn, if only he could untie your ankles things would be more interesting. though, this will do.

you place a hand on his hips, pulling him closer as you take his cock in your mouth once more. flattening your tongue onto your bottom teeth as you begin to bob his length, searching for the rhythm to follow.

konig grips the back of your head as your pace steadies, your warm mouth had been the most satisfying feeling in longest time.

"fuck maus," he sighed as you began to trail your other hand to the base of his cock. applying pressure with your grip before twisting each time you inched closer. his fingers entangled in your hair, pulling your roots as you whimpered against his cock with the pain.

you strangled a cough out when konig thrusted his hips forward, pulling once more for a quick breath of air disatisfied him.

he steadied his grip on your head whilst you setlled back on his cock, bobbing and sucking sending him over the edge. without the hood you would be able to see the parted lips struggling to steady his breath. konig wanted to keep the authority he had by holding back the whimpers that pounded against his vocal cords, fighting to erupt into the room.

konig pulled his hips back, ultimately shoving them forward. continuing sloppy thrusts before fucking your throat raw. your eyes widened. doe eyes looking up at konig, begging for a glimpse of mercy as tears began to stream down your face. drool dripping down your chin as there was nothing else to do now but grip his hips and fight the urge for a taste of air.

"take it," he struggled to hold his composure. the edge was within arm's reach, and he was chasing after it with your help. using you as his own little fuck toy.

your moans were muffled yet vibrated his cock as his pace began to falter. he was close, so close with the jagged thrust. slowing down, stopping for just a moment, then continuing as he kept muttering words under his breath. your tried to make out on what he said but there was no use, a cried moan broke konig's silent prayer as his cum shot down your throat.

konig was breathless, looking down at the mess of your face. tears and spit cascaded your face, wet lashes fluttered towards him as he leaned down. a breathless beauty he thought. he lifted up his hood to reveal his flushed lips before kissing you, an intimate moment before pulling away. longing for more, you were breathless, and he wanted to use you again. 

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❥ 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

About & Author’s note ❥ coworkers to freak workers, smut. gender neutral reader. lifeweaver is a bottom tongue emoji. I’ve had this fic done for like ever and have a more on the way omg its so fun 2 be back on tumblr :3. Request page soon!

Word Count: 3210+

Lively with soft warm lights, the bar was filled with a gentle chatter as the night had weaned into the early hours of the morning. Though it felt as time had never passed despite the arms of the clock outstretched themselves with each passing hour. With Niran, time seemed to stop with every story that was told.

It had finally been a moment of rest from the longing missions that you had endured. The main issue with this particular mission was the time span. Believing it would take no more than a few days, though complications arose which stretched into a few weeks. Not ideal having to lay low, paranoia and anxiety bubbling in. A feeling that always lingered like fingertips brushing onto your shoulder. It was never in a comforting way, the only comfort was Niran keeping his eye on you. Making sure to pull you away from any slip ups.

You were grateful for that, watching your back as you watched him. An eye for an eye even, perfectly balanced.

Although now was not the time to be caught up with the stress from the mission, it was the time to celebrate. Finally a moment of relaxation with your favorite coworker. Oftentimes you were scheduled for training with Niran. The captain had noticed the way you two perfectly meshed with one another, pairing you up on missions before and the most current mission proved how well you two are with one another. Growing a friendship outside of the work field.

“I’m sure it’s crooked from the fall, but I’m far beyond recovery now,” Niran finishes telling another one of his stories. God knows how long you two have been sitting at the bar, becoming tipsy and giggly whilst sharing any and every story that came to mind.

You try and pick out any detail that would give away any sort of interpretation that Niran had broken his nose, squinting your eyes at the bridge of his nose. Yet, the interpretation was incorrect. Not a single sign of crookedness.

“I can’t seem to find anything,” you reply, “still perfect as ever.” Half mumbling before taking a sip of your drink. Niran watched the way your soft lips press against the glass before speaking up.

“Oh you think I’m perfect,” with a smile he cheekily inquired.

Rolling your eyes you turn your head, “you’re putting words in my mouth.”

“Is that the only thing you want?”

Dumbfounded and puzzled, you raise your brow to Niran, as if to ask if he really just said that. He starts laughing as you shake your head. Assuring you it was just a playful joke and you laugh. Again, he stares at your lips as you take another sip of your drink. Gentle eyes shifting from your lips, the cup, and back at you.

Niran kept his eyes on you, dark and captivating. Luring you into the abyss of lust with the way he pressed his lips against yours. Innocent at first, before feeling his teeth sinking onto your bottom lip. Tiny indents were left on the plush of your bottom lip, carefully tracing it as he pulled away.

Your coworker only stared, eyes half lidded.

“You smell like roses,” stating as your mind began to clog, wanting to be enveloped into his scent once more.

“Thank you, it’s bath and body works,” Niran replies and you giggle. Delicate fingers began to trace the hand that rested on the bar counter. Forgetting that you were in public, you wanted to drag Niran out into the night. You intertwine your hand with his, eyes shifting to the door.

Standing up, you begin to lead Niran out the door.

“Where are we going?” The taller agent asks.

“My apartment.”

“Eager aren’t you,” Niran chuckles as you use the street lights as a guide. It had been hours since you too had been in the bar, chatting and laughing with the growing mix of desire between you too. Your hand began to shake for what was in store for tonight, you prayed to whatever was above the Earth that Niran wouldn’t say anything. Teasing you for it would make the problem worse. You were determined to make it home within the next few minutes.

Down the block and taking a few turns, you had finally reached the entrance of your apartment. Climbing up the stairs, Niran looked around his surroundings as you jingle your keys. Finally opening the door, you sighed in relief as you stepped in.

Immediately upon entering, Niran removes his shoes. Placing them in a shelf dedicated for shoes next to the door. You smiled at his little act.

“It’s a lovely home,” he looks down the hallway of your bedroom, “hopefully we don’t rough it up too much.”

Niran follows you into your room, and immediately after shutting the door his lips are on you once more. Though with more passion, more hunger, more desire. Quickly you pull away for a slight gasp of air before diving back in the waves that submerged once stepping.

His hands tangled within your hair, taking more of you and Niran began to explore your mouth. The aftertaste of the drinks from earlier lingered on his tongue, yet still he tasted of fresh mint. Pulling you closer, your hands searched for something to grab on to stop the shakiness. Fingertips trailed his arms, arms then entangled around his shoulders like tree roots. You were lost with him tasting you, dozing into the euphoria. It was interrupted with the need of a breath of air. Pulling away, the string of saliva connects you too.

Stepping back at the slight mess, Niran leads you to your bed. Pushing you down on your own sheets and his lips are on you once more. The warmth of his tongue trails down your neck with his hands gently stream against your body. He treated you like the most delicate flower, observing to see what touches caused what reaction. Finding the sweet spot against the side of your neck, he began to leave bruised hickey marks. Gently sinking his teeth in the flesh as you gasped, you felt his lips smile against his skin.

Niran loved every second of this light teasing, just beginning to hear your quiet gasps and breaths made him crave you more. Though he was taken by surprise as he went from looking down at you in the cushions to seeing you above him, the warm lamp carving your face. Shadows adding accents to your features.

“This is a surprise,” He exclaims as he was slightly out of breath from attacking your neck.

“I wanted to give you the same treatment,” you admit, hovering over him to not slam yourself on him. You steady yourself.

“I didn’t know you’d have it in you,” you raised an eyebrow, “you know, the boldness-“

Mid sentence, you finally sit down on Niran’s lap. Shifting to sit comfortably as you plant your hands on his chest, carefully urging him to lay back. He doesn’t oblige, in fact a moan stifled out of his soft lips as he felt the pressure build up in his pants with your shifting.

“But, I won’t mind this,” he steadied his breathing as you began to unbutton his shirt. Niran’s body was hot, an opposition to the air around him. Goosebumps formed on his skin, your nail traces shapeless figures.

Warm lips are pressed against Niran’s cheek, another kiss is gently placed against his lips. Then dragging down to his neck as your hands traveled the rest of the half unbuttoned shirt. Still, your hands still quivered and Niran could feel it against his skin.

“Gorgeous,” he pulls you to look at him, chin in fingers, “You’re doing fine, trust me.”

Niran quickly discards his shirt and lays back down, hands on your waist to stabilize you. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, calming yourself as you continued your treatment to the man beneath you.

His chest was firm yet soft, leaning back down you began to press delicate kisses on his chest. Painting him reds and purples that he would admire later, some bite marks accentuated his chest

You could feel his bulge through the fabric of your pants, being sat on his lap did not ease the pressure in Niran’s pants. And every delicate shift made him impatient, hot, and bothered. He sighs in relief as you gently get off of him whilst unbuttoning his pants, Niran helps tug the rest of his clothes off.

“Ah ah,” he says before fully removing his boxers, “I don’t think this is fair.”

He points to your fully clothed self, you scoff. Slipping your shirt off as he traced his hand from your neck to shoulder, gripping the skin as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Each time he kissed you, you felt the feeling of desire dwell inside you. Planting itself and getting you drunk on the sensation.

Moving yourself back down, finally getting rid of that damned piece of clothing. As Niran’s cock springs out, angry and ready, you softly lick from base to tip. Leisurely, you began toying with Niran with agonizingly slow licks and kisses with enough care that flower petals lean into. Before Niran had the window of chance to even complain on what he would consider torture, you finally take him in your mouth. Easing yourself on his length with hollow cheeks. Using your lips to cover your bottom teeth, the feeling was delectable for Niran.

To experiment, you took the entirety of his cock, and Niran let out what you would consider to be the most angelic noise you have ever heard. But the heaven’s would turn away, not intruding on a moment like this.

A hand takes a fistful of your hair, gripping tightly and pushing you down. Teary eyed, you looked up at Niran with wet eyelashes as you bobbed your head. He watched the repeated motion. Up and down, up and down. Spit begins to dribble from your chin and onto him. His moans began to fill up the room and you mentally thank yourself for deciding to keep the windows closed.

Niran begins to twitch your mouth, you quickly take a break to catch a smidge of air. Just for a second as Niran whines, wide eyed you looked at him,

“Something wrong?” You asked. Niran looks at you, a frustrated expression as he furrows his eyebrows. Giggling, you return the warmth back to him, this time a hand begins to pump the base of his cock. The arch of Niran’s back causes him to roll himself up into you. Gagging, Niran tries to cover his moans with the back of his hand. Holding back to fuck himself into your mouth, yet he wanted you to take care of him. He loved it, he loved the velvet around his cock. Soft and warm as he continues to climb further into the edge. Moaning out your name as a warning, begging you to not stop. Just the way you’re doing it is more than perfect. With a few more sucks, he’s gone. Head falling back into your pillows. The smell of you on the pillows only turning him on more as he spills himself into your mouth. Eyes rolling back as the hand in your hair shakes. Breathing quickly with your name escaping his plush lips as he begins to settle down.

Pulling back, you wipe the corner of your mouth as you watch Niran catch his breath. Scooting up closer to him, watching how pretty he looked with his hair sprawled. Gently, his chest rose and fell.

“Are you okay?” Voice just above a whisper, you lightly touch his face. Carefully pulling him to look at you.

His response was leaning up and kissing you so tenderly, yet so desperately.

“So gorgeous,” again, slipping your voice out for only niran and the moon to hear. You watch as he comes down from high and pulls you in for a sensual kiss. Tongue slipping past wet lips and his fingertips entangle themselves into your hair. Tugging, he still wanted to feel you. To touch you and have you.

Pulling away, Niran looks at you with eyes that practically begged you to stay. Getting high off the after shock and neediness, he tried pulling you back down. Gently, you place his arm away from yours as you head to your nightstand.

“Be patient Niran, it’ll only take a second,” you assure the pretty man in your bed.

Laying on his side, those soft eyes look up to you. “A second too long when I could have you here now.”

“Oh hush,” you say as you stand, brushing some hair strands out of his face. Framing him delicately, Niran notices the strap you have ready. Sitting up with a smirk on his face, excited for what’s in store.

As you have the strap secured, Niran pulls you in for another kiss. Pulling you on top of him as your hand trails down between his legs. Although his skin was burning like hellfire, goosebumps of excitement lingered. Leaving a small kisses and bites across his neck, your finger begins to stretch him out. Easing gently, you treated him like the most delicate flower. It’s blooming a rarity and a beauty, and to have Niran laid in your bed, flushed and panting with just your fingers scissoring themselves inside of him would be just that.

Niran swallows his moans, not wanting to get too loud. You wanted him to let go, to beg for more.

“Please, [Name],” words delicately slip past his plush lips.

You gave him an innocent face. Tilting your head to play the dumbfounded role, you waited for his reaction.

“Don’t give me that face, you know what I want,” Niran is firm, growing impatient and it made you giggle.

“I’m not sure I do Niran, why don’t you tell me?” Lightly teasing, you try to edge an answer from him.

He grumbles something under his breath and you raise a brow. Feeling defeating, Niran finally gives you a proper response.

“I want you to fuck me,” finally stating with half lidded eyes. So eager and ready for you.

Steadying yourself, you place a hand next to him as you line yourself up with him. Pushing the head of the strap in before diving a few inches more. Stretching Niran out in a gentle way sends him arching with a whine escaping his lips as you begin to retract yourself. The second thrust added a bit more length, continuing this pattern as you almost bottomed out inside Niran.

“Don’t hold back,” Niran whispers, pulling you down so your forehead is pressed against him, “it already feels so good.”

Soft lips pressed against his cheek, his eyes rolled back as your length finally settled himself inside of him. Testing out a few thrusts to find the spot that would make him arch closer. He felt so warm against, trying to hold onto something. Niran reaches out for your arm, his own arm pulls you closer by your neck. Locking in deeply into his eyes as you began brushing his g spot. The whine he let out was as sweet as saccharin, you nuzzled into his neck whilst adding more bruises to his already painted throat. Pulling his leg around your waist, you could feel the heels of his feet press against your lower back. Enveloping himself around you. All niran could feel was you, all he could hear was you. He wanted to breathe you, touch you, taste you on his tongue until he could bear no more.

Niran was close by the way his cock was twitching, the heat allowed for a glazed layer of sweat. Adding a glowing look with the warm lights in your room.

“F-fuck [name],” barely, Niran could get the words out. Soon enough he spilled himself, legs shaking around you as his eyes rolled back, arching against you as you trail your hand on the small of his back to press him closer. Kissing his chest while Niran heaves. It was beautiful watching him so shaky, so sensitive on the skin that the slightest touches had him craving for more. As if you’d leave him to fend for himself.

Pulling back, you sat on your knees assuming that this would be the end of the night. Thinking of a nice warm shower against your skin, then cuddling up with Niran sounded wonderful. Niran noticed the small moment where you spaced out and took advantage.

Surprised, you were suddenly on your back and facing the ceiling. A shocked expression when you realized Niran had straddled himself on top of you, palms pressing your shoulders down. Practically stuck beneath him, but you didn’t mind. Strands of hair clung to his face, sweaty yet flushed he was still eager for you.

Leaning down, Niran plants down your neck. Hitting a certain spot that made your breath hitch. His large hands trail against your. Caressing and trailing against your chest and explore it your torso. He liked the way your body reacted to his touches. All the while as he sank himself on your length. Bottoming out once more with a light moan. Still sensitive from his two previous orgasms, Niran shakily rolls his hips. Noticing the stuttering, you place both hands on his hips to guide him. Forward and back as tears begin to brew in the corners of his eyes. Overstimulation tasted so good for niran, despite his muscles aching he wanted more.

“You’re taking me so well Niran, your such a good boy,” you praised his efforts and he moaned.

Niran was lost in pleasure, head rolled back as he fucked himself on you to his hearts delight. The noises he made left you in awe, he sounded so angelic with the way your hips met with him. Hitting Niran in all the rights spots was driving him mad. Drool began to dribble from his mouth as he was getting drunk off of the pleasure. At this point he couldn’t even remember his name, all he wanted was to reach the high from you and you only. And for the third time, Niran had cummed with your name gracefully leaving his lips.

Practically collapsing, you held Niran as he shakily breathed in your arms. Stroking his hair and kissing his temples, you admired the way he nuzzled himself closer into you.

Quickly taking the harness and strap off, you lay back as Niran layed half-lidded in your chest. His breath finally stabilized, sleep was just a hand welcoming him and he gladly took it. The embers of the lights carved the shadows of his face so perfectly. Angelic, you couldn’t help but stare.

“I can feel you staring again,” Niran barely mutters out.

“I mean, the view is a beautiful one,” you reply whilst tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

Niran hums, “and you’ve gotten plenty, but please rest with me now.

Agreeing, you relax to his hands trailing your sides. You figured he fell asleep after the movement faltered, and slowly the burning sensation of tired eyes had finally hit. Looking out the window, moonlight added a new perspective to the beauty with you

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❥ 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞

❥ 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

authors note ❥ bye this is my third attempt i’m posting this bc tumblr is a slut and a whore but hey i finally came back after 2 months heart eyes, anyways request post coming soon

about ❥ holy shit jonathan crane finds out nice people exist??? inclusive to all readers!

word count ❥ 2600+

endless hours swirled through the clock for what was beloved to be an eternity. big hand and small hand, small hand and big hand rotating through each and every number. each tick counting each minute. bold red hand circling in an endless loop  with jonathan crane glancing from to count the hours he played pretend as the perfect doctor before finally reaching the underground floor to begin his "actual" work. ultimately that would be the beginning for jonathan's day whilst unsuspecting coworkers believed it was overtime.

the perfect doctor in his lush office going through major documents, attending witness trials within the week, and finally heading down stairs for "overtime" was the cycle. perhaps infamous dr. crane would win employee of the month with such work being put through, he was admirable by some and suspicious by others. rachel dawes kept sticking her nose in crane's buisness which he never appreciated, shutting down her antics each time the crossed paths in the hallways of the building.

eyes burned into her back as she walked off, through his clear frames acting like a mask of sophistication when really evil and immoral eyes glossed over the bleak earth before them.

it was a routine, get up, get dressed, go to work, play the smart doctor act until five, head for the basement, and leave until it felt necessary. crane would be lying if he said it wasn't tiring but this kind of work was essential to keep hidden, and with dawe's mistrustful antics he'd needed caution  everywhere. carefully fabricating his sentences when coming into contact with her.

she despised crane but you grew to admire him, being the freshly hired intern at the office by rachel herself. aspiring to become a journalist once you've fully graduated and looking for a set job in the future. that was still to come and you were happy enough to be working under ms. dawes. following her around often allowed you to familiarize yourself with your coworkers whilst fulfilling your duties in writing reports, each different and filled with any information necessary.

working like this, you've written reports for dr. crane to organize the patients with their most important files. though, as he saw rachel practically take you under her wing and guiding you, he grew a disdain before even having a genuine conversation with you. keeping his guard up by any means necessary even if that meant pushing the newbie away.

though, you never gave dr. crane the cold shoulder. each morning passing by him you'd greet him with a "good morning doctor!" and a simple wave. he'd only glance at the smile on your face, noting you still kept a kind smile to him and anyone else.

it's all a mask he'd think, no person could ever be so kind. there has to be something you were burying deep within you. under your skin that had to be clawing it's way out like some bug going through an ugly metamorphosis. there was no chance or any reality that the kindness seeping from you was genuine, rachel must be having you try to pry any information about doctor crane's plan.

jonathan's mind pondered whilst walking towards office for that morning, sleek suit and a perfectly ironed tie as his attire today. briefcase in hand as everyone moved out of their way once feeling doctor crane's presence, though a voice popped him out of the contorted plans for today.

"good morning dr. crane! how's the work going?" you ask as he stops in his tracks for once. turning around with lips tugging ever so slightly upward, the fake persona he needed to put up with everyone including you despite whatever your intentions were.

"fine mr/ms/mx [last name]," he nods with his response before turning back around. your smile never faded as you watched him turn the corner, though crane stops hearing rachel talk to you.

"what were you doing with dr crane?" concerned, your superior wanted to know if anything off happened in that little interaction.

"just saying hello!" your honest response relieves him, "oh i needed you to review these reports that i finished."

crane sighs in relief overhearing the conversation behind the corridor, finally walking off to enter the office. greeted by documents on his desk to read over, catching one of them being yours as he read the file of one of the patients. carefully you observed their behavior with other doctors, scribbling notes and turning them into a perfectly crafted reports with necessary information. crane wouldn't admit that your writing was good, at least not out loud.

morning past as the noon sunlight began to shine upon gotham city, dr crane has been cramped in his office going over paperwork for the day. carefully, he sets down his glasses in order to run the tired sunken eyes boring his face. sighing, jonathan glances back at the paperwork before closing his eyes. a stinging feeling was all too familiar, sleep had been denied and replaced with working on medicine as well as experiments.

during this time, you'd run down to the coffee shop conveniently around the corner to grab your usual order, and coming back with two trays full of drinks as well as bagged pastries for everyone on the floor who agreed to your kind offer. each person would receive their coffee during the same time, charm and kindness winning the hearts of the office as you made your way to each person. though today someone new would be receiving a coffee.

clearing up the first tray in your had successfully put an ease from attempting to balance two trays, now only carrying one containing a few drinks. next drink had you excitedly going down towards doctor crane's isolated office, softly knocking you waited for a reply.

"come in," he states as you squeeze yourself through the door, "mr/ms/mx [last name], what brings you here?" crane did not look up, keeping his cold gaze to the report in his hands. the report that you specifically wrote.

"just dropping this off for you!" setting down the warm coffee in front though away from his paperwork in case it was knocked over. crane notices the gesture just out of his direct eye site and becomes confused, a coffee? why?

"and this is for?" ironically, dr crane cranes his neck for glacier eyes to grip you in a cold touch. he raises a brow and eyes the coffee.

"for you! i've been getting coffee for everyone and have been meaning to get one for you," you begin a little ramble about not knowing exactly what he would like and just went with a recommended drink from the sweet barista.

keeping his professional look, jonathan did not disclose his feelings of confusion yet appreciation of you going out of your way to get him a drink. it was...kind.

"i appreciate the gesture [name]," he finally replies with lips tugging into the slightest smile.

"well, you're welcome doctor crane," your tone changes slightly as you eyed the title of the paper on his desk. there was a bit of a silence between you two with only eye contact, light breathing, and whatever commotion that was happening outside. though every sound was muted as well as ignored when you stared at dr crane.

finally, you remembered the last tray of drinks and few bags of pastries.

"i'll head out dr crane, good luck on that trial coming up!" you bid a goodbye. you push all the cafe goods to one hands in attempt to open the door, struggling as you attempted to keep a balance to prevent any spills, "give me a second."

"allow me," instantly crane is up from his chair and opens the door for you. you bid him one final goodbye with a thank you before scurrying off down the hallway, delivering each drink to each coworker. crane only watches you slowly disappear and back in to the bleak office squares.

turning back to his desk, crane picks up the coffee. with a swirling motion as if to check if the liquid had been poisoned he sipped the drink, the warmth surprising his taste buds as they welcomed the flavor. props to you for actually figuring something that the infamous doctor crane would enjoy, and that would start becoming a daily thing.

each morning began with a greeting to dr crane followed by your visits to the cafe, then coming into his office placing a hot drink on his desk  this became such a normal thing to the point you didn't even need to knock anymore, and with that you would always leave jonathan's coffee for the very last. that way there wouldn't be an excuse to leave so quickly after giving his drink, staying longer and longer each day to uplift small talk which grew into conversations.

the office took notice and was surprised that the dr crane seemed to enjoy your company and actually looked like a normal person chatting with not just a coworker, but what would be assumed as a friend. were you a friend to doctor crane? or were you just some lower leveled employee who looked up to jonathan and his work? well obviously you did look up to crane for his intelligence as well as productive work, but you really hoped you could one day call him your friend.

one afternoon you had caught crane walking past the hallways and you greeted him, immediately crane forgets about what he was walking towards and switches his direction towards you. beginning a conversation about who knows what, some story you needed to tell him about a guy you met last week at a diner. pissed off and yelling at nothing before storming off that made crane laugh.

"i'm telling you doctor crane it was just so bizarre, like how and why would he just do that-"

"please [name], call me jonathan," he says before realizing he interrupted you, muttering an apology before you say it was fine. minutes go by before noticing you probably kept him too long and he needed something important to do. you say your departures and he was off, you headed back to your office before being stopped by your superior rachel. arms folded with a concerned look on her face.

"since when were you so buddy-buddy with crane?" she asks.

"oh, did it look like that? for awhile i'd say," replying with a smile as rachel looked at you like you were genuinely insane.

"don't tell me you lost your mind like his patients," she sighs out and you laugh.

"no never! i like talking to him and he's genuine, now tell me about that date you went on last weekend," you pull attention away from crane as she began to disclose the horrid story of a blind date that her friend set her up with.

crane listens to the conversation just behind the wall of the corridor, distaste on his tongue when he listened to rachel but a warm tension seeped in his chest when he heard you. get a grip crane, there's still tremendous work to do.

a particular day began where your presence was absent, but there was no reason for everyone to worry because today was finally your first day off. ultimately having a break from a hectic schedule and rewarded for a quick day of rest to where you were able to do whatever your little heart imagined. though, the quietness was odd for jonathan as he longed for your morning greeting as well as the coffee you would always bring him.

crane was shocked when he passed by your office to see it neatly organized without you in the chair typing on the computer. it was blank and empty, he stared at the little decorations seating on the desk before he hears rachel's voice.

"looking for someone, dr. crane?" smug laced her tongue as she was aware of the 'quote on quote' friendship that arose between you and jonathan.

"no actually, i was just going on my lunch," he stated walking past her nonchalantly. towards the elevator doors he went directly to the cafe around the corner you often talked about, might as well get the craving out of the way before stepping in.

an aroma of pastry and coffee grinds was thick in the air, luckily there weren't any crowds at this time. only people stopping by here and there as well as some college students seated at the tables attempting the massive work load before them. it gave him some nostalgia to his college days. upon ordering, he skims the cafe once more before he noticed a familiar face seated by the window. did his eyes deceive him? it was you!

feeling that sensation of someone staring you pull your head up to catch the gaze of jonathan crane. you wave at him as he approaches you.

"hey jonathan it's odd seeing you here," you stared as his lips tug upwards in a subtle grin.

"i wouldn't expect you to be so close to the workplace, what are you doing here?" asking smoothly before you reply.

"just some writing i've been meaning to finish, one of the reports actually," honesty imbedded your words and crane perks up.

"may i take look?" you nodded and offer the seat next to you for jonathan. rustling paper erupts and he begins scanning the papers, feeling like a student handing a paper to a teacher you awaited with that anxiety feeling of getting a bad score you were used to back in the day. you waited for the worst, for jonathan to say it was the most illiterate piece of writing he's ever read.

"im going to be completely honest with you," crane adjusts his glasses, "you write better than the idiots in the office."

you laugh in shock before responding with "that's rude jonathan."

"i'm being serious [name], and you plan to go fourth with your writing?" you nod and begin explaining the university you attended as well as all the other places you were interested. but you were rudely interrupted by the barista calling out jonathan's name. excusing himself, he takes the coffee before sitting down.

you noted it was the same drink that you would always bring him and mentioned it.

"missed the coffee?"

"how could i not, it also reminds me of you," jonathan blurts his thoughts out loud before realizing. your smile causes crane to look away in the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"well maybe some time we can come to the cafe together?" you ask.

crane paused for a moment, "it would be a nice outing, away from that suffocating office."

silence filled between you two, the chatter of the cafe became mummer. crane sat comfortable in your presence, watching you fix your papers before turning towards him. the kindness, action of generosity was never familiar for jonathan. never in his life, though there was a sense of relief and a sort of longing he had towards you. perhaps he'd finally be given what he longed for.

[rainydaylately]

ITS MINE AND TWIN’S BIRTHDAY TODAY AAAAAA

HAPPY SLAY DAY TO THIS CRAZY BITCH 😍😍😍😜🤪🤪

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❥ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨

❥ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫



about + summary: riddlie boo becomes a lil obsessed with u aka baddie server at the diner also posting this on my break yolo swag i love y’all bye omg also gender neutral reader

word count ~ 1700+

perfection was something that never existed yet so many strived for, no person nor their actions could be perfect no matter how hard and deliberately someone would work for it. although, to believe someone was truly perfect is another view on this topic.

edward (gross ass name) nashton would be the definition of star-struck whenever you walked over to pour him a cup of coffee each night he would he would visit the run down diner. an old mom and pop shop that opened some time in the late eighties and still managing to keep a flowing business in the present day.

the accountant with the green jacket was always a regular, coming in after work becoming a regular occurrence. if he was not there when the sun began to set he would definitely be there in the earliest hours of the morning. hunched over against the counter he always sat at, pen in hand as his hands wrote and crossed out numerous words with a cup of coffee always set beside him.

during one of the earliest hours of the night, your shift began at exactly midnight. thankfully nothing too crazy had happened in the past hour, numerous college students attempted to pull all nighters for any due assignments the following day. other than that it was strange how calm and quiet this night was. leaning against the counter with a magazine sprawled in front of you, you flipped through the pages as the jingle of the bell alerted you that a new customer came in.

looking up, you were greeted with your favorite regular, eddie. he waves as you greet him back with a smile to your face. it had been about a few months that eddie had become your favorite customer, and you were eddie's favorite server. you never had to plaster a painful fake smile or pretend to care about their awful jokes and any boring conversation for larger tips on your pay check.(coming from a bitch who works at food service this sucks but them tips be worth it)

"the usual coffee?" you asked eddie as he sat down.

"yes please, thank you. how are you [name?]" taking out his beat up note pad to write down all his ideas running through his head. eddie would love to tell you about his  future plans for the city of gotham and what he began to plan to deal with bruce wayne. though, he didn't want you to run away. especially to the police. you were perfect and sweet, the kindness you served him was genuine and never out of pity.

"not too bad actually," you begin to ramble out about your day leading up to work whilst fixing the coffee for eddie. more sugar than milk just the way he liked it, sliding the mug over to him he nods as a thank to not interrupt your little ramble. now talking about a movie you saw earlier today and why exactly you had a burning distaste for one of the lead roles.

"what's this?" eddie asked as you slid him a piece of pumpkin pie across the counter.

"for you!"

"but i didn't order a-"

"eddie," you stop him while his face begins to burn up. the tips of his ears, his cheeks, and nose had begun to flush up and you giggle, "it's for you! from me to you."

"oh no i can't-"

"eddie," you state as you cupped his hands in yours. they're cold, from the night air biting his skin but yours were warm enough to thaw the bitter ice away. eddie burns up even more, turning his head from embarrassment as he retrieves one hand to adjust his glasses. 

kindness always seemed to unsettle eddie, in his youth he was met with blistering torment of others turning their backs and shunning him. casting him out and away from society, loneliness being his only comfort from laughing faces and pointing fingers. when shown the slightest drops of kindness, it was always for the other's benefit. belittling as well as ridiculing poor eddie to untrust everyone, but there was something different in the way you talked to him. it was inviting, never gaining suspicion from your actions. 

since the first day you interpreted that eddie was just some lonely nerd, easing him into conversation that immediatly suprised him. but with time did it develop into a friendship rather than a worker forcing kindness for larger tips. eddie still tipped though, even when you offered free baked goods and coffee since your boss never cared. 

"thank you," he finally replies with his rounded cheeks puffing with crimson shades, traveling to the tips of his ears as you noticed. 

continuing the night, you made your rounds serving coffee to the other two or three customers scattered about in the diner before retreating next to the seat beside eddie. talking for hours before needing to sweep the ragged tile floors once more and flip the open sign to "closed" until a few hours for the morning shift. 

eddie bid you goodbye and promised to come next afternoon, before walking through the doors you made him swear by it with the old pinky promise. he laughs and agrees, linking his in yours. noting that his fingers were shaking yet you never minded, he was sweet and waved goodbye. 

gathering your belongings, you begin the relief of walking back to your apartment as you pondered about how you would ask eddie to hang out with you the following day. he mentioned numerous novels he adored, even giving you one of his favorites that were littered in tabs and of annotations. reading his thoughts as you glided your fingers across the writing. perhaps you'd ask if he'd like to accompany you to the new bookstore downtown? 

finally reaching inside your apartment, greeted by no one, you settled down for the night. slipping into the sheets after freshening up, staring at the ceiling above you whilst waiting for the sweet release of sleep to overcome you. to finally escape from reality for a few hours. 

eddie believed you were an incredibly kind and sweet person, the only one who never took advantage of him and one he would want to consider a "friend." having kept the pens you gave him and little napkins of doodles. cluttered in the corner he had of some of your other belongings he stole when you paid no attention. compared to the disgusting city of gotham, you were pure. a saint from heaven herself in this god forsaken town that needed to be rebirthed. a change from the sin filled streets, riddled with criminals and corrupt systems. 

he'd been watching you the entire time, just him taking precaution that you were the person you acted to be. with the truth disclosing the generosity you held he felt at ease yet intrigued. eddie admired you and soon obsessed with you. photos of you covered the corner of his desk inside the cluttered apartment he owned. easily being able to watch you from his window, watching as you struggled to fall asleep tonight. 

an old, ragged phone was held in his hand. nothing new and could be easily destroyed if necessary. entering the correct buttons to add a new message, eddie typed in your phone number. how did he get it? who knows... but really who is surprised? love can make someone do odd things, but maybe eddie was confusing love with obsession. he begins typing his message. 

who on earth would be texting you during the early hours of the night? your phone dings as the bright screen washes over you, checking the unknown number and their message. 

<?> hello...

<?> would you like to solve a riddle? [name?]

no fear washed over you, just confusion as you didn't want to deal with random strangers when you wanted to rest. eddie waited for your response.

no 

he types.

<?> oh just one please? 

<?> it won't be hard i promise! please?

you were about to say no again before the stranger starts typing again.

<?> riddle me this...what can be one's greatest strength but also greatest weakness? 

eddie excitedly waited for your response, taking a second or two before getting the little chime that you responded. only thing was, his face twisted in confusion. 

"why did they like their own message?" he asks to no one. 

your message simply said 'ratio' with a heart showing you liked your own message. eddie typed again.

<?> did you not understand the riddle? would you like another one? 

<?> i can give you an easier one.

he didn't want you to stop responding, from the phone he looks out the window watching your tired state 

no i don’t

<?> do you even know who you're talking to?

no 

eddie huffs, upset as your reaction was not at all as the one he predicted in his head. he sent you a message disclosing himself as the riddler, the one seen on the news and who many began to fear. at this point you didn't believe it and didn't care. 

so? 

<?> so what??? 

in disbelief, eddie began insulting and sending crude remarks about you. message after message blowing up your phone. only growing impatient and angry at how you truly did not care. 

dont care + L + bozo + ratio

<?> you better start watching your back from now on

blocked and reported tbh... goodnight <3

before eddie could respond, you had immediatly blocked this phone number and shut off your phone to finally retire for the night. eddie watched, stunned in disbelief. watching your sleeping state calmly inhale and exhale as he planned on what he would do with you next.

[rainydaylately]

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I AM GRIPPING THE FUCKING CONCRETEEEQQQWWKDKWJD 😭😭 🛌💥💥

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❥ 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❥

❥ 𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ❥

❥ author's note: HI BICHES welcome to the first fic for this page!!!! i havent many like “request here” type of post but that’ll be up soon but i will be taking request for any paul dano characters + more real soon!!! hope y’all enjoy freaks heart emoji

❥ summary: the town is a bunch of chismosos and shit talk you but who tf cares tbh, eli thinks ur moms a hoe sike ur the hoe and "cleanses" you

❥ warnings: hardcore sex *hearteyes* u also bitch slap eli sunday, fem afab reader i can also make a amab or genderneutral if yall want xoxo gossip girl

it was always a wonder to you on how the church functioned the way it did, scriptures and prayers almost yelled out enough for the heavens to hear with curious ears. definitely, there was really nothing else to do in the meek and dull town residing in scorching california. practically every day the entire town would pass into the church, praying and crying and screaming out to the man in the clouds to help them. forgive them, odd how many were yelled at. begging on their knees for forgiveness like starving dog wishing and slobbering for just a bite of meat.

perhaps it was for the better, a new look for a quaint town. church was always there and welcomed all, but you found it best to keep yourself away from the aura that nipped at you. leaving imaginary stings as it just felt, off. often, you'd walk past the church whenever you went out in town to run daily errands. politely giving sweet "hellos" and "goodbyes" before running off with your group of friends that you adored for days and nights full of gleam and laughter.

nothing grew in the deserted earth of the town, but when you were out having fun it felt like a field of tulips in bloom. standing proud and tall for the sunshine to expose their happiness.

at this age finally leaving adolescence and entering adulthood would be a grand experience, one where you would explore willingly. of course, many people liked to spread rumors about the many townsfolk going out late at night and not coming back till the next day. deeming them "wild" and "improper," funny how many of the most judgmental souls are in reality controlling hypocrites who hide behind the bible.

the older townsfolk had the biggest mouths though, coming up to you with a concerned look on their face. aged hands taking yours with their finger pads stroking against soft skin only to mask their words that wanted to dig under your skin. thick skin being the result of those snobby and back handed compliments, but the one time that your blood began to boil was the comment, "a lady like you needs to slow down, go find yourself a husband to calm you. eli sunday has yet to have a woman of his own, why don't you head by the church for him."

now, in religious practices everyone is taught not to hate, love thyself or whatever eli sunday has mentioned, but you know damn well eli sunday hated you and your guts.

well perhaps you shouldn't have called him a blind sheep leading the herd off a cliff but really that's what he was attempting to do, and successfully doing so as the herd of sheep yelled and threw insults at you. shaming and ridiculing you as you walked out of the chapel that day on an unfortunate afternoon.

but besties that, you never fancied eli sunday or try to talk to him or any of that nonsense. you had your own life and he had his own strange life following the word of a novel that has been altered generation after generation.

once the town began spreading their rumors about you, you never batted your eyelashes. whispers and murmurs whenever you passed by. words spreading like wild fire to the devil's ears, and this devil was eli sunday.

painting himself not to be nosy, he walked up to two elders in the middle of a conversation after mass.

"oh my apologizes, was i interrupting you two?" eli softly asks, like poisoned honey imitating sweetness when in secret is actually lethal.

"goodness no eli, we were just discussing about that girl running around the streets at night. [name] she is, you remember her, yes?"

he nods with a gentle bow, "yes i remember quite well actually," smugly remembering the memories of your snappy remarks as he chuckled to himself.

"that girl has been possessed by a demon," another man joined.

"oh don't be so rude, she's young!" a woman walks into the circle.

"all the more lethal!" an old man shouted.

"now now there no need to yell about this," eli raised his arms up to mellow down the crowd that assembled.

"but eli she's a devil woman!" many of the crowd agreed. conspiring numerous rumors and lies about you and what you were doing all night out.

truly, you weren't doing anything wrong. going out dancing at night, picking fun of overly drunk men at the bars as they attempted to flirt with you before practically passing out on whisky. even just running down the creek with your friends to raise the fabrics of your dresses and pants to step into the water. finding rocks to throw into the water. but alas, many of the judgmental received their kicks in tearing down others but frankly that would never happen. you'd be damned before anyone laid a hand on you.

finally returning after the eventful night, you quietly walked into your house with the scent of fresh bakery from the kitchen. a lovely morning filled with the fresh spring breeze, summer just right by and you debated how you would handle california's hell season with the blistering sun.

you walked to your mother and greeted her with a hug, asking how she was during the time you were gone. you two sat at the dinner table eating the warm pastries as she filled you with all the information.

though, her face shifted. questioning her she responded.

"i've heard about what the towns people are saying about you," she pauses whilst you set down a pastry and folded your hands, "i'm just worried about you."

"worried why? you know the town is only saying things to get some sort of kick," you reply in mostly disbelief towards your mother.

"i know honey," she caressed your hand, "and you know i want whats best for you and for nothing to every happen to you right" you nod.

"well that's why i arranged for eli sunday to have a meeting with you! nothing odd just a short session to rid anything...if anything is there at least!" her tone was laced in sweetness to not upset you. but to have eli sunday? eli sunday who's head looks too big to stand on his neck come and do what? prance around you while shouting a paragraph from the book of lies? hard pass.

it would be an absolute honor for eli sunday to rid of all the sin and evil from your body, in his mind he knew there was some sort of demon inside of you to make you refuse to attend church and choose fun over christ. reading that allowed would definitely sound strange. oh and do not read this text around any hardcore religious adults, fair warning bozos.

eli's hair neatly slicked back with his proper little suit nice and fitted as he walked to your home that evening. your mother being gone as she needed to visit one of the women in charge of fabrics, leaving you and eli alone for the session.

unamused at the knock on your front door, you did not get up from your seat on the couch to answer it. there was another knock followed by silence, then another knock.

"[flop ass name] i've come for our session," he states loud enough for someone to hear inside, "i'll just let myself in."

weirdo. he opens the door revealing you seated upon the couch. bored and not wanting to pay attention to the dressed up man who closed the door behind him.

eli only looks around your house to take in everything, the decorations and the little vase of flowers sitting on a nearby table. his dumb smile plastered on his face as he looks you down, as if to belittle you and show you that he's the one in power at the moment.

"so, your mother wanted me to have a session with you. rid any demons that may have possessed you," he begins, "it'll be simple, i'll check you for any signs and have you say a prayer with me."

"i'm thrilled," you roll your eyes and eli shoots a glare.

eli crouches in front of you with a grimace on his face, "i can already feel it."

"feel what?"

"the demon, it's here."

"how? that's ridiculous,"eli begins to spew nonsense about feeling the presence of the demon, even saying the demon has a hand wrapped around your throat to control you like some sort of puppet. once he finished explaining it grew silent, the look on his face made you laugh. a giggle at first then laughter, the so called horror and fear was all just a mask and you knew it.

"i don't understand what you find so amusing [name], i'm trying to help you," eli became upset.

"no you're not, you're only trying to make yourself look better to the town," you say, "you promise all the redemption and shout prayer after prayer but turn your back whenever an untrue rumor conspires against someone."

"that's not true-"

"yes it is." you cut him off, "it's happened to so many people in the town including me."

the tips of eli's ears began to burn red, becoming angry from your attitude problem.

"those people and you are not following the ideals that god has provided in the bible." he stated.

"to hell with your ideas," your reply to your words was a sting from his hand slapping you. enough to turn your head in shock, turning back with a smile you spoke up, "do it again."

eli's face twists with disdain in contrast with the heat that begun in his chest and up into his face, looking down at you with your smile that laced with evil he sucks in air through his teeth.

"what's wrong eli?" you ask innocently, then raise a hand to caresses his face. it's soft, who would've known.

his hands became clammy when you pushed yourself off the couch and kneeled down with eli, trailing your fingers against the top of his suit.

"you seem tense," you whisper for only eli to hear, "i can fix that."

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against eli's lips. Shockingly, they're soft. Eli's hands become shaken, clammy as he has no idea what to do or where to put them. Only squeezing his eyes shut before slipping a glance to see your pretty face so close. His mood erratically changed from anger to shock, then to yearning once you pulled away. 

Looking directly at his dumb flushed state, you laugh at him. Confused, eli opens his mouth before shutting it once more in embarrassment. A burning sensation was dusted from the tips of his ears, traveling from his face down to his chest. Only god and himself would know the heat only traveled further downward with the way you inched closer to him. 

"you look so pathetic like this, but i can't help that i like it," you press another kiss against his small lips. There's no love or affection but only hunger and lust, and also inexperience on eli's behalf. It didn't matter though, he was going to become such a nice little plaything for you. 

Seating him on the couch, his shirt was unbuttoned exposing the marks of sin. Dark reds and purples littered across his neck and chest creating its own painting of beauty. The evil would adore it yet the heavens above would find it disgraceful. How dare eli sunday allow this to happen? How dare eli sunday, the priest of the town, the one who everyone turned to confess there sins to was turning his back on them. How dare he quiver and shake as you undid the belt of trousers.

He was pent up and easily turned on, by the looks of it he seemed to at least turn his back on god once or twice. Wondering how he looked teary eyed and on his knees begging for mercy, it lightened you core. Building up a wetness within your panties that would later be addressed. 

"[Name]..." he breaths out as if telling a deep and dark rooted secret that he was afraid god would hear. 

"Yes eli?" you look up from you placement, on your knees with his cock in hand. Not yet starting anything but the simple feeling of your hand had him breathless. "Is something wrong eli?" 

"No i just," he was cut off by his own voice moaning out as you lick a long, slow stipe from the bottom to the top. Taking his head first then agonizingly inching down until your nose met with his pelvis. It was so much in such a short motion that had eli mouth agape, the feeling of cumming already near when he looked down at you with your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him. 

Pulling away, you take a breather before sinking back down. This time, bobbing only a few inches whilst you sucked him eagerly. Your hands trailed up against his thighs, using your fingernails to drag across the exposed flesh. Sure enough to leave painful scratches from the treatment. Soon enough, a hand traveled to his hip. Holding it down in attempt to stop his stuttering hips to suck him off better. The mess of spit had traveled down your chin, even dripping against the length of his cock.

With his hips still attempting to thrust themselves more into your mouth, you felt yourself gag around his cock. Going deep enough to make your eyes roll back and tears to drip along your cheeks. 

"fuck i-" Eli realizes the word that left from his mouth. Your hair was tangled around his fingers before he takes another hand to cover his mouth. Thighs trembling as he begins blabbering out apologies. 

"Forgive me please, forgive me for I have sinned," he kept chanting in a pathetic pitch. His moans enlaced themselves with his please before he suddenly whines as he cums in your mouth. Painting the inside of your mouth as your mouth is still around him. 

Pulling your lips off of him, his cock was still rock hard and eager but he began to speak up.

"Please let me taste you," it didn't come out as a question but rather a demanded plea. You smile at him as you sat up on the couch, laying back as Eli began to remove the fabrics of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear as his hands shakily but swiftly remove them. 

Eli dove between your legs like a starved man, sloppily and hungrily lapping your folds with his tongue. the warmth of his tongue was delightful and looking down at him you noticed his eyes were closed and hair disheveled. you grab a fistful of his hair in order for him to slow down, finding the movements that began to make you quiver. 

as his pattern developed your breath was practically gone, gasping and sucking in the air as much as you could. your juices as well as his tongue creating the most disgusting slurping noise, though eli loved it. he moaned against you, fingernails digging into your thighs deep enough to scar little crescents like moon shining into the window. the only witness of this unholy act. 

eli was so lost in your taste, not caring about anything else or whatever punishment he may receive in the future. this couldn't be a sin. no, if the act felt this good it must be from god themself. 

it was adding up when eli attempted to slip a finger inside of you, slow and deep as it stretched you. not painful now, but it filled you with relief when he added a second and began pumping to find another spot. with his tongue and finger working wonders on you, you released on his mouth and he gladly cleaned you up with his tongue. 

eli let his head fall back, waiting for any movement from you yet you didn't budge. 

he glared, "why aren't you-" a slap was met to his face. your breathing was the only thing heard in the quiet living room. the smile to his face was turned you on even more, pulling you in to kiss you as you began your movements. sloppy and deep, hitting the spots hard whilst you were still sensitive from the previous orgasms.

maybe you still hated eli sunday, maybe it was all the pent up tension, or maybe you were the succubus sent down to drag him down to hell. no, eli did not believe there was a demon possessing you. his eyes rolled back as sweat clung to his forehead, hips meeting with yours to hit so perfectly together. 

his mind was racing but also blank, not knowing what to focus his attention on. But he knew damn well his was in love with this feeling. Like he thought before this must be some godly thing that he was expierence. a spiritual awakening is what this had to be. or perhaps you were the god he prayed to each day and night, the one who he seeked forgiveness  to. yes, deinfetly. 

both you and eli were getting so close to your high, having no shame with the with the noises being woven into the quiet night or even the mixtures of reds and purples like a the most ethereal of paints. with the final thrust, eli had come undone beneath you. clinging onto you as you followed along shortly after. intertwined in the night for only whatever god above to judge.

[rainydaylately]

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