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feat. what happens if no nut november comes around, and you're almost there at the finish line, and the girl you pined over since highschool, finally wants to fuck you?
God had granted him the ultimate temptationâ the chance to fuck one of his perfect angels, and it felt like divine retribution for not seizing such a heavenly opportunity.
c.w. cowgirl, breast worship, unprotected sex, loser boy gojo, afab!reader
Gojo Satoru is the kind of guy people talk about. A natural winner in every way that matters.
He walks around campus like he owns the place, because he might as well have, since his net worth was three million by the time of his conception.
Heâs the one everyone wants to be or be withâathletic, good-looking, blessed with charisma, and even intelligent. People gravitate toward him as if heâs the sun, and it seems like everything in his life just falls into place.
So it was only natural he would accumulate jealousy brewing among some students. They love to admire him, sure, but secretly, they waited for a crack to appear in his perfect image, eager for it to crumble.
So when November rolled around, Geto and a group of underclassmen saw an opportunity. They set up a bet, daring him to a challenge: for the entire month, Gojo was forbidden from his usual playful flirting and pursuits. A month of self-restraint for a guy who usually had the universityâs most admired women hanging on his every word.
He shrugged it off. The only woman he truly wanted was you, from the start, anyway. The only true threat to his virtue was his hand itching to jerk him off to the thought of you. Other than that, he was fine.
âŠ
Well, something happened.
Gojo couldn't remember what triggered it, why your lips were suddenly pressed against his. Perhaps it was the cheesy sex scene playing out on the screen, or the dumb joke he made about the actor's dick - it must have been a particularly good, dumb dick joke to elicit such a response from you.
The specifics leading up to this moment didn't matter. This was what he had fantasized about endlessly since high school, and now here you were, in his arms, your body flush against his.
But as your hand slid down his thigh, brushing against the throbbing bulge straining against his pants, a sudden realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. He had been strong for 24 days, resisting temptation and keeping his resolve. But now, with you so close, so eager, his resolve stood a chance of a house of cards against wind.
"Fuck," he groaned, pulling back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Wait⊠goddamn it."
You blinked at him, confusion flashing across your face, then understanding cleared it all away. "... Did you�"
âNo, noâ thank fuck no,â he rasped, wiping a shaky hand over his face.
Your brows furrowed.
He had come so far, resisting temptation for nearly a month. And now, with you in his arms, the only person he had pined for those years back, all he wanted to come so far in, was you.
"I can't,â he said, his voice low and strained, almost as if the words were painful to speak. âIt's November.â
âNovember...?â you echoed, your voice trailing off, searching your mind for any important dates in November that might explain his reaction.
Gojo nodded, his hands resting on your hips, his eyes searching your face for understanding. "Yeah, November. It's⊠um. Remember that bet I made with Geto and some other guys?â
You shook your head. Gojo let out a sigh, realizing that he would have to explain the whole situation to you. He ran a hand through his white hair, messing it up further.
"Alright, listen. You know how I like to make bets? I had this bet with Geto and some underclassmen⊠and it's about No Nut November, andââ
You let out a deep groan, dragging your hand down your face in exasperation. Your fingers tugged at your eyelids as you drew out a long, "Nooo, âToru... That's so stupid. You guys are so stupid. Do you guys seriously believe in that?â
Gojo gave a sheepish grin, his cheeks reddening just slightly at your reaction, which was, as expected, not the most enthusiastic.
"I know, I know, it's a dumb bet, but these guys were so convinced that I couldn't make it a month without⊠you know." He paused, looking away for a moment, his voice dropping slightly.
"And the bet was for a lot of money, y'know.â
You sighed, â'Toru, your familyâs loaded. What could money possibly mean to you?â
Gojo flinched, reluctant to admit you had a point. It was true, his familyâs wealth granted him a life of ease and luxury that most people could only imagine.
"It's not about the money," he insisted, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "It's about the⊠the principle."
"The principal," you said flatly.
Gojo sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. He knew your disbelief was warranted, but he was in too deep now to back out.
You nodded, pretending to get it, and rolled away from him.
âI donât know. Six more days, and thenâŠâ His voice faded as he watched you settle on the other side of the couch. His body quivered without the heat of yours.
He sighed, propping himself on an elbow, eyes fixed on you as you refocused on the movie.
âSix days isnât that long, right?â
âSure, âToru.â
The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the breathy moans emanating from the erotic scene playing out on the television screen, taunting him. His mouth opened and closed, searching for words, but none came. How could you be so casual, so dismissive, after just making out with him? He was the king of sass and comebacks, but he was struck speechless by your nonchalance.
"Wait," he said, his voice slightly rougher than before. "That's it?â
You looked at him as the TV screen flashed, illuminating your face where he could see you with a raised eyebrow, slouched on the couch.
Gojo stared at you, disbelief filling his gaze. Was this really happening? Was he really about to miss out on this opportunity because of a stupid bet? His mind raced, searching for any possible loophole.
"But⊠I mean," he stuttered, "you were all over me just a minute ago. Are you really just gonna turn away from me now?â
You shrugged. "What do you expect me to do?" you asked. "Since you're set on doing that⊠November thing.â
Gojo deflated back against the couch, a defeated sigh escaping him. You were giving him attitude, and it was both annoying him and turning him on at the same time.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to think of a response that wouldn't make him sound like a whiny child.
"I don't know," he pouted. "I just⊠I was hoping you'd understand. Maybe be a little supportive?â
You deadpanned. "You can't be serious. Supportive of what?â
Gojo huffed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you, taking in your blank expression.
"Supportive of me trying to win the bet! I've been holding back for about 3 weeks, and you make it seem like it's nothing, like I'm being ridiculous for sticking to it.â
"Not just you, but Geto and everyone else you made the bet with," you said, grabbing your Coke. "It's okay, really, 'Toru. If youâre not up for it, letâs just watch the movie.â
Gojo huffed and slid back into the arm of the couch, sulking. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stared blankly at the movie playing out before him, not really seeing or processing any of it. His mind was a tangled mess of frustration and disappointment, replaying the events of the night over and over.
This was not at all how he had imagined things would go. The movie, with its stupid unexpected sex scene, you, offering yourself to him so freely, so willingly, and most important of all, him, refusing you.
As the night wore on, Gojo found himself growing increasingly restless. He tried to focus on the movie, but his mind kept wandering back to the bet and the opportunity slipping through his fingers. By the time the credits rolled, he was practically vibrating with tension. He turned to you, his heart racing.
His hungry gaze devoured your form, lingering on the tantalizing curves of your breasts, barely contained by your rumpled shirt. The lacy edge of your bra peeked out, teasing him with glimpses of doughy flesh straining against the delicate fabric. Each second stretched into an eternity, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he imagined burying his face between those soft mounds, worshiping every inch of your divine body. God had granted him the ultimate temptationâ the chance to fuck one of his perfect angels, and it felt like divine retribution for not seizing such a heavenly opportunity.
His inner monologue was a rapid-fire debate. The urge to forget the stupid bet, to toss all caution to the wind and just give in to the desire that was coursing through his veins, was overwhelming.
But then the image of Geto's smug face popped into his mind, the memory of the bet gnawing at his thoughts. He couldn't just give in, not after all this time. Could he?
God, your face was so adorable, lips swollen and glistening from his kisses, your neck a leopard print of hickies. His hungry eyes trailed further down, to the tantalizing swell of your ass from your tiny shorts riding up, exposing the globes. The loose hem showcased a pair of skimpy white panties, and he could only imagine how drenched they were, just from him. He was a fool. He's been waiting since highschool for the chance to fuck his dream girl, and when offered the chance, he was just going to give it up? To give it to the next guy? Fuck no. You might not give him another chance by then.
In an instant, he was on his knees, closing the distance between you with a swiftness that was almost alarming. His voice was a low, guttural growl as he leaned over you.
"Screw it.â
Your wide-eyed look of surprise didn't deter Gojo, not one bit. His eyes were burning, his gaze practically burning holes through your clothes.
He planted his hands on the arm of the couch, effectively trapping you, his body looming over you like a predator over its prey.
"Fuck the bet," he growled, his hands roaming hungrily over your curves. "Fuck the bet. Fuck Geto, fuck Shoko, fuck Inoâ fuck everything else. I just want to fuck you. They don't have a sexy girl waiting for them at home like I do. They can't understand the struggle."
His mouth crashed against your neck, his tongue and teeth working the sensitive flesh as he pulled you down onto his lap, your bodies melding together on the couch. His hardness pressed insistently against your core as he ground up into you.
Gojo tore at his belt, his fingers flying as he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down, along with his underwear, freeing himself. His cock sprung proudly, his tip flushed and glistening with pre. Subtle blue veins snaked up the creamy length, pulsing with need.
Hooking his fingers under your shorts and panties, he tugged them down, exposing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. You lifted your hips obligingly, allowing him to remove the flimsy garments completely. Gojo groaned at the sight of your slick folds, already swollen with arousal.
Positioning himself beneath you, his rigid shaft bobbed against his stomach. The musky scent of his desire filled the air as his fingers curled around himself, guiding himself to your entrance. He thrust up, sheathing himself inside you in one stroke.
You tossed your head back, your pussy clenching around him. Gojo's eyes rolled back as he bottomed out inside you, his cock buried to the hilt in your tight pussy. He let out a guttural moan, his hands on your hips as he started to pound into you at a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
Gojo's voice was a guttural growl against your neck as he fucked you relentlessly. "I can't... Stop... Fuck, I've wanted this for so long... Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His hips hammered against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.
"'Toru...!â
"Shh...shh, baby, not so loud..." Gojo panted, trying to muffle his own moans. Despite resigning to fucking you, he remained paranoid that the others may hear you both. Maybe he could salvage himself.
His hips jackhammered upwards, his hard length spearing into you over and over, the couch creaking under the force of his thrusts.
"Oh⊠Oh god..." You whimpered, grinding against him. "You feel so goodâŠâ
Gojo's hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into you, his thick cock stretching you deliciously. He could feel your velvety walls fluttering around him, gripping him like a vice. "You're so fucking tightâŠâ
His gaze was glued to your bouncing tits as he fucked you, his cock twitching inside you with every bounce. He reached up to grab one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as he continued to pound into your soaked pussy. "Fuck, your tits are perfect...so fucking perfect..." He groaned, "you're gonna make me cum so hardâŠâ
ââToruâŠ! you feel, feel so... mngh," you whimpered out, your hands curling over his as it kneaded your breasts.
"I'm not going to last long after holding back for so longâŠâ Gojo cried, his voice strained with lust and exertion. âSay my name again, baby. PleaseâŠâ
ââToruâŠ!â
Gojo threw his head back with a loud groan as he heard his name on your lips, the sound spurring him on. His thrusts became erratic, losing rhythm as his climax approached. "Oh, shit⊠oh shitâ! I'm... I'm gonna... fuck!â
Gojo buried himself inside you as far as he could go, his cock pulsing. "Ah fuck, ah fuck, ahâfuck!â
With a loud grunt, Gojo pulled you down to bury his face in the valley of your breasts, his cock throbbing violently inside you as he unleashed a torrent of cum deep within your pussy. His entire body shudders as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his thick, hot seed. "Nnngh!"
You continued to grind down onto him, prolonging your shared climax. He groaned, his cock twitching with aftershocks as your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, milking him for every last drop. "Fuck...yes⊠ride it out, baby⊠ride... ughâŠâ
As your movements stilled, Gojo moved to nuzzled into your neck, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He peppered soft kisses onto your heated skin, his hands still squeezing your breasts gently. "Mmm... you feel so good... why'd we wait so long..."
Gathering your thoughts, you sighed, "'cuz you're always doing dumb things. You lost by the way.â
Gojo chuckled weakly, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm just glad it's finally over⊠and now I get to do this every dayâŠâ
He pressed his lips to your neck, a shuddering sigh escaping you, just as his phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from Geto, who lived in the flat above.
New text from MOMMY GETO!
sent 9:48p.m.:
loser.
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo imagine#gojo headcanons#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen gojo#jjk x reader#jjk x fem!reader#jjk smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x female reader#gojo x f!reader#âđłđđđđđ.âŠ#âđđđđ!.âŠ
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what kind of yandere would caesar augustus be? can you give highlights of his attitude, personality, and behaviour as a yandere to reader who has isekaied in his time as a roman emperor? thanks so much. Btw i enjoyed reading emperor geta and emperor caracella đđ
You kissed the picture of a statue of Augustus Caesar in history textbook before drawing hearts over the pictures in a playful manner.
Which led to you ending up in Ancient Rome, in Augustus Caesar's reign.
And because of your strange clothes and frightened attitude, you were dragged to the emperor, accused of being an intruder.
The emperor spoke to you in Latin while you only stared at him in fear and confusion.
From your expressions and reactions, Octavian realized that you are harmless.
He ordered to have your things taken away, and for you to be taken and clothed in Roman clothes, as he decided to have you under his care until he understands who exactly are you.
No one has sparked his curiosity like you.
In less than two months you were taught Latin.
But through those two months, you also managed to build many friendships.
Even with the young daughter of the emperor, Julia, the eight-years-old child adores you.
But now, you are forced to stand in front of Augustus and speak to him in the language you were taught.
"I'm not from here." you admit.
"I have noticed the first time from your improper clothing, I wish to know everything about you."
"Even if what I'm going to tell you is considered madness?"
With a nod from him, you begin telling him everything about yourself, and how you found yourself in this timeline.
This was a huge mistake on your part, as this made the Roman emperor obsessed with you and knowing about the future.
Everything you needed, was granted.
Octavian would spend long hours with you in his chambers, discussing many different matters.
You have so much knowledge, something he respects in a person.
When in reality, the knowledge you got is only from three sources, books, school, and YouTube.
However, sometimes he feels like you act like a child who needs to be corrected.
"Do you have a husband in your timeline?"
One day while having a walk in the gardens Augustus inquires about your marital situation.
"Yes." you lie, feeling uncomfortable under his sharp gaze.
You are not naive to the way he is interested to you and the hints he gives here and there.
But you would rather have boundaries.
"I suppose he must miss you dearly, he is unfortunate in many ways."
"Unfortunate, how so?" you ask, curiosity peeking.
"His wife is going to marry the emperor of Rome."
Your heart beats raises in fear, as you try to move away, but Caesar grabs your left wrist to stop you.
"I'm married, this would be considered infidelity." you say with a disgusted tone at how he still chooses to pursue you.
"In this timeline, you are not married as your husband does simply not exist yet."
#augustus caesar#tw: toxic relationships#Augustus x Reader#yandere historical characters#reader insert#time travel
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reblogging comment review from @zyafics
too obsessed with this series to stop (i also think it's so hilarious this started as a oneshot request đ) ur brain just couldn't stop âŹïž
It was a burden you bore silently, the weight of protecting your brother from a world that seemed determined to break you both.
GIGI WROTE HER FOR ME
There were moments, rare and fleeting when you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined a future where you and JJ were free from the chains of your upbringing. But dreams were a luxury you could rarely afford.
god i love ur writing i swear this fic gets better with a new update
âThey chew up people like you.â âIâve been chewed up by worse.â
oooo reader 1: rafe 0 she ate him up
"Change of plans."Before you could react, he pushed you back inside the room, slamming the door shut. He didnât push you hard enough to fall, but the treason came so suddenly that you nearly lost your balance as you heard the lock click, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.Â
why was this so clever (also rafe's obsession w locking people in rooms đ)
So, nothing new, you wanted to tell him. Any place infested with men or drunk men was a trap of its own. But instead, you only offered him a curt nod of thanks before dashing out the door again. You needed to find Rafe, you couldnât afford to waste any time.Â
i honestly would've sat in my room n draw or smth
Were you getting mugged?
with no money đ
His left eye twitched in irritation, the look he gave you filled with enough ire to leave a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, âMaybank, I have half a mind to spank you right now, donât fucking push it.â
hes so kinky (do it)
âShow me.ââUh?âHe nodded towards the gun in your hand. âShow me you know how to handle it.â
i just realized why ur writing is so magnetic; it's because u write almost like a screenplay, like i can visually see all of ur scenes played out on a show or a movie or something; especially your dialogues like it belongs in hollywood
âAtta girl.â
pls sir, just one chance đ
âTheyâre about you.â"Me?" you repeated confused, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between you. Rafe nodded, scanning your face for any sign of understanding. "Yeah. You."Your brows pulled together, âWhat is?âHe visibly gulped, pressing his lips together, blinking several times before releasing a held breath âThe nightmares.â
oh my GODDDD
These were dangerous waters. If you couldnât sleep before, you sure as hell werenât about to do it now. All you could think about was that night, how he felt, how he touched you, how he fit right.Â
im giggling so hard rn
âTell me stop, please,â His mouth brushed against your ear again, words coming out a slurred mess.
he's so whiny i love him
âCanât belieâfuck. Canât believe I get to have you again.â
i'm so quiet during this smut scene bc im enjoying it too much
He collapsed onto you, both of you panting and trembling. His weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, his earlier roughness giving way to a tender aftermath.
he's so hot ohmyfuckinggod
He cradled your face in his hands. "Weâre gonna be okay," his breath felt warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion.
back to our regular scheduled program: emotions
"Yeah, I am. This...Andâdonât know what Iâm doing either. But I want it. I want you."âBut itâs wrong.ââI know, pretty.â
they r so enemies to lovers u did this so well
"Weâll figure this out, Maybank.ââPromise?âHe hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. Promises werenât something he was used to making, you knew that. But then he nodded.âPromise.â
i love them so much i could cry
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FINAL THOUGHTS | god this smut scene was TOO good i gotta say ur best work to DATE đ€ okay, okay, but onto the real business. i think what i love about this part (i think this has to be my favorite part by far) is that, like i said, ur writing plays out like a movie. the way you describe things with such beautiful prose and the way their dialogues bounce off each other. i always compliment your dialogues because it's so true, i am in absolute love with the way it feels so rich and organic and unpredictable (not in a bad way). like there's a conventional storytelling to certain scenes/dialogues but you always manage to surpass expectations and make it innovative and engaging! i fucking love how you build the intimacy through rafe and reader through touch and little acts where you have to read between the lines to understand. and when i get them? đ« reader is so independent and stands on her own shit which i love and it reminds me a little too much like me (who said that) but overall, for this specific part, i was obsessed with their banter during the gun scene, and during the smut (of course) but just truly, the way you WRITE it's so so incredible. i'm trying to find better words to explain myself. i love how rafe was yearning for her so badly during the smut, but he backed off bc she said so, and kept asking for clarity and she gave it. it gave me butterflies fr (u saw how quiet i was during that whole scene i barely annotated) and i love the way he kept praising her (blushing fr đ„°) because ur dirty talk is TOP TIER!!! and lastly lastly, the way their fears is embedded in things changing and how they have to confront this new reality of them falling for each other đ
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - three
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
WARNINGS: maybank!reader; smut!; rafe is a red flag; guns; mentions of human trafficking; 80% of it is smut you've been warned;
word count: 7.9k...
part i; part ii; part iv
Growing up, you had to develop a thick skin. With two deadbeat parents, it wasn't a choiceâit was a necessity. Unlike JJ, you never blamed your mother for leaving. She was a victim too, and despite your nightly wishes and prayers that she had taken you with her, you found solace in knowing that at least one of you had escaped the torment of the Maybank household.
You learned early on to rely only on yourself. While you had your younger brother, you never placed that burden on his shoulders. As the older sister, it was your responsibility to take the blame for everything and to shield him from Luke's drunken or drug-fueled rages. You never resented JJ for it, you couldnâtâneither of you asked to be born into this situation.
You tried to take each day slowly, avoiding the house and staying at John B's as much as possible. It was easier said than done; it was hard not to feel like a burden to your friends, especially since you were the one who had to be the adult in the group. Kie, Pope, John BâŠThey werenât supposed to take care of you. And yet, they did. They took you in, shared their homes, and gave you the semblance of family you craved but never had. It was a delicate balance, living with a foot in both worlds: the chaotic storm of the Maybank household and the calm haven of your friends' places.
At John B's, despite its share of brokenness, it provided a refuge where you could breathe without the constant fear of violence. You often found yourself on the porch, watching the sunset over the marsh, your mind wandering to dreams of freedom. Those moments were precious, tiny pockets of peace in a turbulent life. But no matter how much you tried to distance yourself from the chaos, it was always there, lurking in the background.
Luke Maybankâs shadow was long and dark, and it followed you everywhere. Each time your phone buzzed with a message from JJ, your heart would race, fearing the worst. It was a burden you bore silently, the weight of protecting your brother from a world that seemed determined to break you both.
You eased into being the provider, to think, to act, to protect. It became second nature, an ingrained part of your identity forged from necessity. While others your age worried about trivial matters, you were strategizing the best ways to keep your brother safe, figuring out how to stretch what little money you had, and ensuring that there was always something for JJ to eat, even if it meant you went without.Â
You learned how to calm Luke down when he was on the brink of a violent outburst, and how to read the signs of an impending storm in his eyes. You figured out which neighbors might turn a blind eye to your requests for help, and which ones might call social services if they saw too much. There were moments, rare and fleeting when you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined a future where you and JJ were free from the chains of your upbringing. But dreams were a luxury you could rarely afford.
So, when Rafe told youâno, demandedâthat you stayed in the deadbeat motel room while he met up with his contacts, you lost it.Â
He'd gotten the text earlier in the morning and decided he was smart enough to lure you out of this. Except he wasn't.
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre not going.â
You didnât take it lightly to people making choices for you. Your eyebrows shot up, mouth opening in indignant shock, "You think you can just order me around like I'm some puppet? I'm not staying here while you go off and do God knows what.â
Rafe's eyes narrowed. He wasnât used to people standing up to him, and for a moment, he looked like he mightâve backed down. But then his expression hardened, the arrogance, and entitlement youâd grown to familiarize yourself with flaring up again.
"It's for your own good," he said, his tone condescending. "You don't understand the kind of people I'm dealing with. It's dangerous."
"Dangerous?" you laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You think I donât know what danger is? Look around, Cameron.â
Rafe opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off, stepping closer and jabbing a finger into his chest. Youâd done a lot of that recently.
"Itâs my life on the line too,â you said, your voice low and steady. "And Iâm not going to sit here and wait for you to come back like some obedient little bitch.â
His face practically matched the color of the deep red curtains, âYouâre making this a lot harder than it needs to be, Maybank.â
"No, you are," you fired back. "Iâm going with you.â
âNo.â
âI wasnât asking.â
He took a step away from you, fingers pointed at his temples, âWhat part of fucking dangerous do you not get?â
âIf itâs dangerous for me, itâs dangerous for you.â
The defiance in your fixed look mirrored his own stubbornness. Rafeâs jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tensing visibly. His gaze bore into yours, and youâd be damned if you were the first one to look away.
âThis isnât a game,â he said, his voice tight with frustration. âYou have no idea what these people are capable of.â
âMaybe not,â you conceded, âBut Iâm not staying behind and youâre not going alone.â
He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand along his grown-out hair.Â
âThey chew up people like you.â
 âIâve been chewed up by worse.â
He knew that. For a moment it looked like he mightâve argued. And then, he saw the determination in you, that unyielding resolve that drove him up the fucking walls and he understood that he wasnât going to win the fight. Unless he played dirty.Â
âYouâre too stubborn, yâknow that, right?â
You chose to ignore him, grabbing the simple sweater heâd gotten for you the day before at a local market, âSo, when do we leave?â
He almost sprinted to the door, âNow.â
You moved to follow him as he stepped outside into the hallway, but before you could follow, he grabbed your arm.
"Wait."
You almost pulled away, frustration boiling over.
"What now?"
His grip tightened, "This might hurt.â
"What?" You tried to twist free, glaring at him.
"Change of plans."
Before you could react, he pushed you back inside the room, slamming the door shut. He didnât push you hard enough to fall, but the treason came so suddenly that you nearly lost your balance as you heard the lock click, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.Â
"Rafe! You piece of shit!â You pounded on the door, fury and panic mixing in your chest. "Let me out! You can't do this!"
His voice was muffled but firm from the other side. "Stay here.â
"You motherfucker!" You screamed, kicking the door. But there's no response from the other side. The only sound was the echo of your own frantic breathing. He was gone, the stupid bastard.
You collapsed against the door, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Rafe just left you there, locked like some helpless child. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.
You were a Maybank, damn it, and Maybanks didnât back down from a fight, even when their choices were taken from them.
In any other situation, you wouldâve jumped out the window. Youâd done it enough times back home, but this was different. Your roomâs floor was too high and even though you could get away with just a few scrapes or a broken finger, you couldnât risk putting yourself in such a vulnerable state. You needed your body intact in case danger was nearby. If you had to run for your life, you needed both legs functioning.Â
You glanced around the room, eyes landing on the bed, its frame sturdy and dependable.
Thatâs it! You thought to yourself as you rushed over and began to strip the sheets from the mattress, working quickly as you tied them together, creating a makeshift rope.
And they said pogues werenât fucking smart.
It wasnât your best work, but it was the best you could have under the circumstances. Once you had fashioned the rope, you secured one end to the bed frame, testing it to ensure it could hold your weight. Satisfied that it was sturdy enough, you tossed the other end out the window, watching as it unfurled down the side of the building.Â
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you gripped the makeshift rope tightly and began to lower yourself out the window. It wasnât your first rodeo; you knew better than to rush. Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly inched your way down the side of the building, the ground looming ever closer with each passing moment.Â
Finally, your feet touched solid ground, and you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You tried to remember bits and pieces of information Rafe had laid out the night before, about the meeting, something about a dingy marine bar, a bartender named Miguel.Â
You rushed back inside the motel, ignoring the puzzled look from the front desk guy as you practically demanded information about the bar. He hesitated clearly taken aback by your urgency, the way you blurted out the words, but you didnât have time for explanations.
"Just tell me where it is," you pleaded, your voice urgent, âItâs important.â
After a moment of hesitation, he relented, quickly scribbling down an address on a piece of paper and thrusting it into your hand.
"It's not far from here," his tone was wary, "But be careful. That place is no good for a lady on her own.â
So, nothing new, you wanted to tell him. Any place infested with men or drunk men was a trap of its own. But instead, you only offered him a curt nod of thanks before dashing out the door again. You needed to find Rafe, you couldnât afford to waste any time.Â
You nearly raced through the streets, the address clutched tightly in your hand, a feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. And then, before you could process what the hell was going on, a hand enveloped your upper arm, fingers digging dip in your flesh before you could make a turn, dragging you to the dark alley youâd avoided.
The situation felt all too familiar. Your heart leaped into your throat, adrenaline surging in and out of your veins. Instinctively, you struggled against the unknown grip, kicking and clawing in a desperate attempt to break free. Were you getting mugged?
"Let go of me!" you shout, your voice echoing off the narrow walls of the alley, âI got nothing on me, let me go you stupid fuck!â
With a surge of adrenaline, you mustered all your strength and delivered a sharp elbow to your captor's stomach, causing them to grunt in pain and loosen their hold for a brief moment. You wrenched yourself free, stumbling backward as you scrambled to put some distance between you and your attacker. You were about to land the best punch of your life as you spun around to face them, but as you finally got a good look at him, fear turned into anger.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you!â
âMe?â Rafe barked, all up in your personal space, âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You jumped out a fucking window?!â
He knew you wouldnât back down so easily. So he waited around the corner, hoping you were smart enough to keep still even though he knew you would never.
You blinked, the shock of seeing him in front of you momentarily overriding your anger. "You... You locked me in there!"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't listen!" he shot back, his frustration evident in his tone, ïżœïżœFuckâJesus fucking Christ.â He was shaking his head wildly, his hands balled into fists as he cursed away like a mantra.Â
"I told you; I'm not staying behind while you go off risking your life!" You nearly spit but managed to tone down just enough.
"And I told you, it's too dangerous for you!" Rafe's voice rose with each word, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His pacing intensified, his agitation palpable in the confined space of the alley. âWhat the hell were you thinking? What were you gonna do? Walk in and what, huh? You don't even have a gun on you!"
âSo? Give me yours!â
Rafeâs eyes widened in disbelief. âGive you, my gun?! Did you hit your fucking head against the concrete?
âIâll hit your head against the concrete if I have to.â
His left eye twitched in irritation, the look he gave you filled with enough ire to leave a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, âMaybank, I have half a mind to spank you right now, donât fucking push it.â
You ignored him, âYouâd rather I go in there unarmed?â you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, âI can do it.â
âClearly. Look at you,â Rafeâs voice was sharp, his frustration evident. âYou think I wanted to leave you behind? You think I liked putting you in that room?â
âYou didn't give me a choice! You think I was just gonna sit around waiting for you?â
Rafe sighed, palms pressing into his eyes âIâm trying to protect you, God fucking damn it. Iâm trying to keep you safe.â
âSave it,â You hissed out, pressing a hand to your chest as though to keep everything in. âHow am I supposed to trust you when you pull thisâthis shit!â
Rafe reached into the waistband of his trousers, his movements slow and deliberate. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled out his gun, lifting his shirt in the process. He took your hand and dropped it into your palm, his touch firm.
âShow me.â
âUh?â
He nodded towards the gun in your hand. âShow me you know how to handle it.â
The sudden shifts in his attitude always left you speechless. You hesitated, staring at the weapon in your hand. You had never held a gun before, let alone fired one. But the authority in Rafeâs eyes spurred you to action. With trembling fingers, you checked the safety and made sure the gun was loaded, trying to mimic what you had seen in movies.
âAlright,â Rafe said, his voice low. âNow, point it at me.â
You only gaped in disbelief. âWhat?!â
âI said point it at me,â he repeated, his tone firm, âCâmon.â
You swallowed hard, your grip tightening on the gun. This was crazy. With shaky hands, you raised the gun, aiming it at Rafeâs chest. Your heart pounded in your ears, the weight of the weapon feeling heavier with each passing second.
âGood,â Rafe said, nodding in approval. âNow, pull the trigger.â
âWhat the hell?! Rafe?!â
âTrust me, Maybank, just once.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Pull the trigger? He wasnât fucking serious, was he? You couldnât actually shoot him, could you?
But Rafeâs expression remained steady, unwavering. Maybe months ago you wouldâve done it without a second guess, now? âIâm not pulling the trigger.â
âJust do it. Youâre not going to hurt me, okay?â
With a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger, half expecting the gun to recoil in your hand. But nothing happened. You had forgotten to chamber a round. He knew that already.
Rafeâs mouth twitched in a half-smile, as if the entire situation was normal, âYou forgot to chamber a round.â
You watched him carefully, his bottom lip stuck out and, embarrassingly, you found you wanted to kiss him. You lowered the gun, your hands shaking with adrenaline. You had just fired a weapon for the first time in your life. He reached out and gently took the gun from your hand, expertly chambering a round before handing it back to you.Â
âTry again.â
This time, when you aimed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger, you felt the recoil jolt along your body as the bullet fired. The sound echoed off the walls of the alley, causing your heart to race even faster.
âAtta girl.â
âIâm still pissed, Cameron.â
âI know,â Rafe conceded, his voice softening slightly as he reached up to brush your hair from your eye, fingers grazing the side of your neck.  âI panicked, okay?â
You studied him for a moment, taking in the tired lines around his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. Heâd done so much for you over the past weeks, it shook you to the core. The countless times he had gone above and beyond, selflessly putting your needs before his own. So maybe, just maybeâŠyou could let it go.Â
âOkay.â
"Let's go.â
âWait, right now?â
âYeah,â Rafe said, his tone brisk as he holstered the gun. "Weâre late.â
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Hours later, you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of what just transpired settling heavily on your shoulders, as you and Rafe sat in silence, the events of the meeting replaying in your mind like a broken record. Youâd never met such a group of people before. And you didnât want to, ever again.
"Human traffickers," you muttered, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. "I can't believe we just met with human traffickers."
Rafe nodded solemnly; his expression unreadable. "Yeah.â
"I don't trust them. What if... What if they decide to snatch us up and... Oh my god, what if this is all just a ploy..."
âHey, look at me,â he said, voice weirdly soft, âWeâre in this together, okay? I wonât let anything happen to you.â
You wanted to believe him.
Your brow furrowed, your mind racing with questions. âHow do you even know these people?â
He hesitated, âBarry. Itâs... a long story. But right now, whatâs important is that we got a way out, yeah?â
You nodded slowly, realizing that asking him for more information wouldnât get you anywhere. There were more important matters at hand.Â
You didnât know what was worse, running from Ward Cameron, finding yourself at the mercy of human traffickers, or potentially developing feelings for someone whoâd ruined so many lives.Â
God, if your brother saw you nowâŠyouâd be the greatest disappointment of his life. The mere idea consumed you entirely. The things youâd done.
The way youâd let Rafe into your bloodstream. You hated yourself for it. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of your grasp, and you hated it.
What would you even tell him? You didnât even know if had made it, but something told you that he did. He always did. And that meant that sooner or later youâd see him, and youâd have to watch him gradually despise you.Â
And then there was Rafe. The very thought of him made you want to stop breathing altogether. How could you even begin to reconcile the feelings you harbored for someone who had brought so much pain and destruction into your life? It felt like a betrayal to even consider it.
âYou good, Maybank?â
You dragged your gaze away from the swirling fan on the ceiling to meet Rafe's concerned stare. He was studying you intently. You shifted on the bed, turning to face him fully.Â
"I donât know,â you muttered, forcing a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, âYou?â
He reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch always surprised you, how surprisingly light it felt, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to constantly surround him.
âI donât know.â
He had every reason to abandon you, to wash his hands clean of the entire situation, but he hadnât. You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. It was hard to believe that someone like him could be capable of such tenderness, such vulnerability. But there he was, lying beside you, his attention fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race.
âTheyâre about you.â
"Me?" you repeated confused, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between you.Â
Rafe nodded, scanning your face for any sign of understanding. "Yeah. You."
Your brows pulled together, âWhat is?â
He visibly gulped, pressing his lips together, blinking several times before releasing a held breath âThe nightmares.â
You almost stopped breathing, "What about them?"Â
He shifted uncomfortably, âThey used to be just about my mom. Then dad. Now, itâsâuh, itâs just you. Ever since that night, itâs just you. Dying, because ofâyeah.â
Oh.Â
You hadnât realized the extent of the impact that night had on him, on both of you. It was a lot to process, the realization that you had become a part of his nightmares, a constant haunting presence in his thoughts. Rafeâs fingers brushed over the scar on your arm, and a rush of memories flooded your mind. The gunshots, the crippling fear you felt when they got to you, how Rafe reacted, how he touched you.Â
âYou shouldâve told me before.â
âYeah, maybe.â
You flinched instinctively at his touch, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through your body. But as it lingered, a strange sense of comfort washed over you, like a balm soothing an old wound. For a moment, you let yourself lean into his touch, allowing the warmth of his hand to chase away the ghosts that haunted you.
"Does it still hurt?" He asked, leaning in so his nose brushed against yours; it was warm against your skin.Â
You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Not anymore."
His fingers continued their path up, eventually reaching your cheek as he cupped it tenderly, carefully, as if heâd break you if he rushed it.Â
You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness between you. And then, almost hesitantly, you felt him lean in, his mouth brushing against yours in a delicate caress. You hardly had to move to kiss him, only tilting your chin up. It was tender, different from the ones you had before, just so quiet that it made you want to burst into tears.Â
Once again, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions coursing between you. Guilt, fear, desire, all intertwined in a tumultuous dance within your heart.
You kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with a growing hunger that mirrored the longing you felt deep within your soul. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid to let you slip away. And you melted into his embrace, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the dangers lurking in the shadows, not the weight of your past sins, not the uncertain future that lay ahead. All that existed was the intoxicating feeling between you and Rafe.Â
But as the kiss deepened, a voice of reason scolded you in the back of your mind, reminding you of the consequences of your actions. You pulled away, breathless and dizzy, your heart pounding in your chest.
âWe shouldnâtâŠâ you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the beating of your heart.
Rafe only stared, before he nodded, understanding dawning in him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering like a promise of things left unsaid.
âI know,â he sighed, âJust get some rest.â
You nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction. With a heavy grunt, you lifted yourself off the bed, making your way to the bathroom to change into some booty shorts and a simple tee. When you emerged from the bathroom, Rafe was already settled on the bed, only in his boxers, his attention fixed on some point in the distance. You hesitated for a moment before joining him, the distance and closeness between you feeling suffocating.Â
You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but the words stuck in your throat like a lump of lead. Instead, you settled for a nod, and a quiet âGoodnight.âÂ
You slipped under the covers, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you in a false sense of security.Â
âNight, pretty Maybank.â
You shut your eyelids, willing your racing mind to quiet down. But no matter how hard you tried, sleep eluded you, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound of passing cars sent a shiver down your spine, your senses heightened to the point of paranoia. You shifted restlessly in bed, the new sheets tangling around your legs like shackles, trapping you in a prison of your own making.Â
You heard Rafe's voice beside you, breaking the silence of the room, âCanât sleep if you keep moving.â
âSorry.â
Rafe reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness, âWhat is it?â
âI canât sleep.â
Rafe's hand tightened around yours, "I know, Maybank," he spoke in a ushed tone, "But you're safe here. Try to relax, okay?"
You squeezed your eyes shut, already feeling the upcoming headache, âI donât know how to.â
It was quiet again for a minute and you feared youâd bored the man to sleep with your insecurities, but then he spoke again, âTurn around.â
You opened your eyes, even though you could barely see him, face twisting into confusion.
âWhat?â
Rafe's thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand in a soothing rhythm, âTurn round fâme, kay?â
With a soft sigh, you shifted, turning onto your side to face away from him.
Rafe moved closer, his body pulling against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his chest. His warmth enveloped you like a shield as he pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering against your skin.Â
âThere,â he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. âBetter?â
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
These were dangerous waters. If you couldnât sleep before, you sure as hell werenât about to do it now. All you could think about was that night, how he felt, how he touched you, how he fit right.Â
Your pulse quickened, and your skin tingled. An almost overwhelming feeling of arousal took over you, and with whatever courage you had left from the day, you shifted again, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him. His warmth seeped into your skin, melting away the tension that had coiled tight in your muscles during the day, you could feel every ridge and turn of his body.
Your touch drew a low, guttural groan from Rafe, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed closer, his arousal unmistakable against your back. His teeth grazed your shoulder, followed by the flick of his tongue, and you released a breathy sigh as he lowered his head to bite the area.
His arm tightened around you as you traced the contours of his fingers, mapping out the familiar territory with ease and want. His heartbeat echoed against your back, a steady rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your own heart.
His lips brushed against your neck, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core, âRelax,â he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with purpose, ââM right here.â
With a boldness that surprised even yourself, you shifted your hips, grinding back against him, seeking the friction that would ease the ache between your legs and your head. Rafe's response was immediate, his hands roaming over your body with a fervor that left you dizzy. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shorts, teasing the sensitive skin with feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You twisted your fingers into his long hair, tugging lightly, delighting in the gasp it pulled from him.
âTell me stop, please,â His mouth brushed against your ear again, words coming out a slurred mess.
You ran you finger over his leg, where his boxers had risen, the warm skin driving you insane. If you lifted your fingers just a little higher, youâd be able to feel all of him.
You had to bite back a squeal when his thumb brushed over your covered nipple, âI canât.â
You felt the tension in his muscles as he paused for a moment, his grip on you tightening. An unrestrained, almost desperate plea escaping his mouth, "Are you sure?"
You swallowed hard, the weight of his question settling over you. The uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all came down together in a chaotic swirl. This was so fucking wrong. But underneath it all, you knew what you wanted. You turned your head slightly, your lips grazing his jawline as you muttered a "Yes."
You gasped when Rafe raised his thigh, placing it between your own, as he used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth, grinding you down against his skin. You couldnât remember a time youâd ever felt so out of control, so desperate for someoneâs touch. The thin barrier of your shorts and panties felt like an unbearable hindrance, a small but significant obstruction to the shattering desire coursing through your veins.
One of his hands slipped under the waistband of your panties, the other splaying across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. His fingers found you slick and ready, a whimper vibrating across his chest at the discovery.
âFuck,â he breathed out, his fingers starting a slow, torturous rhythm against your clit. You bucked against his hand, seeking more, needing more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, and you turned slightly to capture his lips in a heated kiss. You felt his tongue press against yours and you nearly came on the spot. He slowly circled your clit, sending your hips jerking into him, âI canât stop touching you.â
You struggled to form words as breathy moans escaped your mouth, âPlease donât,â you rasped, your thoughts blurring as he dipped the tips of his fingers inside you, gathering your wetness. When you finally found your voice, it was a mere screech, âRafe...â
âIâve got you,â he murmured back, finally pushing two fingers inside you, at an agonizing pace, âIâve got you.â
Your jaw went slack as he curled his thick fingers, a gasp escaping when he found that spot that made you see stars. Your nails involuntarily dug into his skin. The heel of his hand pressed against your clit, pulling another moan from you. With his other hand still on your hip, he pushed you back, guiding you to grind against his fingers.
The rhythm he set was maddening, each movement driving you closer to the edge. Rafe's breath was hot against your neck, his voice a growl as he removed his fingers, making you whine in protest.
He glided one between your folds, the wetness easing up the process, âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he muttered, his words sending a thrill down your spine. âCanât get enough of you.â
âRaâYouâre gonna make me cum,â you gasped as his arm left your waist, sliding underneath your ribcage and resting on your chest, kneading your breast through the fabric of your shirt, âFuck.â
âYeah, baby, thatâs the point,â he purred into your ear, two fingers sliding inside you again, so suddenly you threw your head back again, thighs clenching together tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out.
At this point, you were lightheaded, fucking yourself back onto him, grinding down as you chased your orgasm.Â
âDonât stop,â you begged, your voice trembling with desperation. âPlease, Rafe...â
His fingers quickened their pace, each thrust sending oceans of pleasure down your body. âNot stopping,â he promised, his voice a rough whisper. âWant to feel you cum around my fingers.â
His words sent you spiraling, the buzz building to an unbearable peak. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the intensity of your approaching climax. Rafe's touch was relentless, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
âRafeââ you cried out, your voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating from your core. Your body convulsed, and you clung to him, nails digging into his arm as you rode out the ecstasy.
Rafe held you without a break, his fingers never slowing, drawing out every last tremor of your release. When you finally came down, breathless and spent, he gently withdrew his fingers, not giving you a break to breathe as he shuffled behind you, pulling his boxers down, just enough to release his aching cock, doing the same to you as he slid his length between your folds.
The sensation wasâŠeverything, his heaviness pressing against your sensitive, slick entrance, the heat of him making you shiver. You bit your lip, suppressing a scream as Rafe's hand gripped your hip, holding you steady.
âFuck,â you breathed out, barely able to form coherent thoughts. The anticipation coiled inside you again, your body already aching for him, ââM sensitive.â
âShhhh,â he purred, his voice husky and all rough against your ear. âJust relax, pretty.â
He rocked his hips slowly, the head of his fat cock teasing your entrance, not pushing in but sliding between your folds, spreading your wetness over his length. Holy fuck, youâd gone to heaven. The friction was maddening, each movement sending volumes of satisfaction through you.
Rafe's breath hitched, his grip on your hip tightening as he struggled for control. âYou feel so good,â he groaned, his voice thick with desire. âSo perfect.â
âOh my god,â you sigh, biting your lip when his tip bumped against your clit, âI need you toâShit, just fuck me.â
With a slow, deliberate motion, he angled his hips and began to push inside you, inch by tantalizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, slowly filling you in a way that left you gasping, your body accommodating him with a shuddering breath.
âJesus,â Rafe hissed, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as his cock twitched inside you. âSo tight.â
Your fingers dug into the sheets, the thrill and the sensation of being filled to the hilt almost too much to bear. You could feel every part of him, the way he throbbed inside you, the way his body fit perfectly against yours. You felt his breathing against your skin, coming out in uneven and ragged breaths.
He started a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust measured and deep, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. His other hand found your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh through your shirt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
You couldnât hold back the mewls that escaped your lips, each movement driving you higher, the tension building again rapidly. Rafeâs breath was ragged against your ear, his lips brushing your skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. He gently bit your earlobe, withdrawing his hips until only the tip of him remained inside you, before slowly pushing back in with deliberate, languid movements. You reached back, tangling your fingers in his hair once again.
âRafe... harder, please,â you begged, shame thrown out the window, âI need it harder.â
He moaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he complied, his hips snapping against you with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His hand slid down from your chest to your clit, circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, driving you closer to the edge.
You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink.
âCanât belieâfuck. Canât believe I get to have you again.â
You curved your back again, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your body craving the release that was so close. His hand on your clit moved in time with his hips, each touch sending you spiraling higher.
âI canât hold on much longer,â you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathless whimper.
âThen let go,â Rafe growled, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. âCum for me, baby. I want to feel you.â
You groaned, âI want to see you when I do.â
Before he could answer, you pulled away from him, making him groan in response, but you shut him up as you turned to face him, dragging your shorts and panties out of the way, not looking where you threw them as you quickly lifted your body and settled over his, hands pressed to his naked chest as you rubbed yourself against him.Â
Rafe's hands gripped your hips firmly as you positioned yourself above him, âYou trying to kill me, pretty Maybank?â
You smirked, leaning down to press a quick peck against his lips, âYeah.â
Without any warning, you lowered yourself onto him, both gasping at the sensation of being joined once again. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, his tip touching your cervix. Your movements were slow at first, savoring all of him, every sensation that rippled from end to end of your body. But soon, the slow burn of desire ignited into a raging inferno, and you found yourself moving faster, chasing that peak of pleasure one more time.
âGet this fucking thing off,â He growled, pulling at your shirt. You wouldâve found it funny if you werenât so desperate to feel him.
You sat up, quickly tugging the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. Rafe's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your bare chest, his hands immediately finding your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that made you gasp and arch into his touch. You started to move again, lifting yourself up before sinking back down onto him, each movement sending waves of desire through both of you.
A filthy kiss followed, all spit and tongues tangling messily as if trying to devour each other whole. The taste of him filled your mouth, a heady mixture of the cigarettes and toothpaste, his moans mingling with yours. The kiss was a brutal assault, his teeth nipping at your lips, drawing blood, which only seemed to fuel the frenzied rhythm of your body. Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements, and encouraging you to take him deeper, pounding into you, abs flexing.
You leaned forward, your hands bracing against his sturdy chest, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, your cries, and the rhythmic, filthy, slap of skin against skin.
âFuck, this pussy canât be real,â Rafe groaned, his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. âRide me harder, baby. Wanna watch you.â
You increased your pace, the friction and fullness driving you closer to the edge with each thrust. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, holding you steady as you moved, his touch grounding you even as you felt like you were about to come apart at the seams. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in tight, precise circles that had you crying out his name.
âOh god, Rafe, Iâm so close,â you panted, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your release, wanting to savor every second of this moment.
âCum for me, pretty,â he urged his voice rough and filled with need. âI want to feel you cum all over my cock.â
That was all it took. With a loud moan, you came, your body convulsing around him, your nails digging into his chest as the phases of your pleasure crashed over you. Rafe watched you, his expression one of pure awe and desire, his hands never leaving your body, grounding you through your orgasm. As your climax subsided, your breathing ragged and your limbs trembling, he gently kissed your temple, his lips soft and tender. He murmured soothing words, his voice a sexy whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong against your own racing pulse, a reminder of the connection between you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, calming you, bringing you back to earth.Â
But as the waves subsided, you became acutely aware of Rafe's cock still hard and throbbing inside you. His breath was ragged, his eyes void of any color, and you knew he was on the brink. You lifted yourself slightly, feeling him slip almost out of you before you sank back down, taking him deep again, despite the way your thighs burned, the way your hole ached.
"Rafe," you called, "I want to feel you cum inside me."
His grip on you tightened, his eyes briefly closing as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He released you for a moment, only to bring his hand down sharply, delivering a stinging smack to your ass, "Watch your fucking mouth.â
The sudden impact made you gasp, the pain amplifying your desire.
Rafe's eyes snapped open, dark and intense as he watched your reaction. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, "Look at you."
You could only nod, breathless and aching for more. His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements with a renewed urgency. The sting from the slap lingered, a delicious reminder of his dominance, the only place you'd let him take the lead.
You started to move again, your pace slow and deliberate, your movements designed to drive him wild. Each time you sank onto him, you could feel him throbbing, his control slipping with every passing second. His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he tried to hold on.
"Please, baby," you whined, "I need to feel you cum."
The pet name did it. His response was immediate. With a growl, he shifted, flipping you onto your back and pinning you beneath him.
The sudden change made you gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he drove into you with a powerful thrust. His pace was relentless, his movements fueled by a desperate need to reach his release. His face was a mask of intense concentration, his jaw clenched as he pounded into you. The sounds of your âohâsâ mixed with his grunts, creating a symphony of raw passion. You could feel the tension coiling inside him, the way his body strained against yours, every muscle taut with anticipation.
"Gonna fill you up,â he grounded out, his voice strained, "So fucking close."
You tightened your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. "Cum for me, baby," you urged, your desire reigniting at the thought of him finding his release, âNeed you so bad.â
His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a feral intensity. "You want my cum?" he growled, thrusting harder, making you cry out in pleasure. "Beg for it."
"Please, Rafe," you gasped, feeling the pressure building inside you, "Fill me up. I need it. I need you."
With a final, powerful thrust, Rafe's body stiffened, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as he let out a hoarse cry. You felt the hot rush of his release, the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself inside you. His entire body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm. You could feel him pulsing, the warmth flooding you as he let out a primal growl, his grip on you almost bruising. And right there, another orgasm ripped through you, your body tightening around him as you cried out his name.
He collapsed onto you, both of you panting and trembling. His weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, his earlier roughness giving way to a tender aftermath.
You held him close, your hands running soothingly over his back, feeling the ridges of the muscles you had just marked with your nails. your own body still buzzing with the aftermath of your pleasure. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes met yours, a look of pure adoration in his gaze that rendered you speechless. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his touch kind and reverent.
He cradled your face in his hands. "Weâre gonna be okay," his breath felt warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion.
Tears welled up in your eyes as Rafe's lips touched yours again, the faint tender kiss a stark contrast to the man you used to know. You tried to hold back, to keep the overwhelming tide at bay, but the dam broke, and a sob escaped your lips.
He pulled back slightly, concern etched across his pretty features. "Hey," he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. "Whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?"
You shook your head, "No, itâs not that," your voice trembled, âIâm scared.â
Rafe's expression softened, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "Shh, it's okay," he soothed his voice a comforting balm to your frayed nerves. "Let it out, baby. Iâm right here."
You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his skin. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the gentle strength of his hold were the only thing keeping you together at this point and if you didnât feel so much, youâd feel pathetic for relying so much on someone else. He held you tightly, his hand stroking your hair as you cried, releasing the pent-up fear and anxiety.
"WeâI, I donât know what Iâm doing," you admitted through your tears, your voice muffled against his chest. "Iâm really, really scared.â
Rafe kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering in a gesture of reassurance. "I know, Maybank," he whispered, his voice steady and unwavering. "Iâm scared too.â
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "You are?" you asked, almost in disbelief.
He nodded, his attention never wavering from features.
"Yeah, I am. This...Andâdonât know what Iâm doing either. But I want it. I want you."
âBut itâs wrong.â
âI know, pretty.â
He pulled out slowly, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. Rolling onto his side, he gathered you into his arms, holding you close. You nestled against his chest.
âIâm sorry for jumping out the window,â you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, âYou just...make me so angry.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers running through your hair in soothing strokes. "I shouldnât have locked you in.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the last of your tears dry against his skin. The comfort of his embrace, his steady presence, was grounding you. You knew things wouldnât be easy, but his reassurance gave you strength. After a while, Rafe shifted slightly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.Â
"Weâll figure this out, Maybank.â
âPromise?â
He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. Promises werenât something he was used to making, you knew that. But then he nodded.
âPromise.â
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Guessing Games: A Fast Car Interlude
Summary: You accidentally trigger Ari's jealous streak. Takes place directly after the events in Guessing Games.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Future Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Jealous!Ari, Innocent Flirting, Stupid Men, Manhandling, Mentions of Spanking, Discussions of Self-Image, Mentions of Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex, Allusions to Fingering, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: After a shitty week, please enjoy this completely self-indulgent fic. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
âHey. I know this car.â You think as you come to stand in front of a vehicle on display that happens to look strangely familiar. Smoothing your hands down the skirt of your sundress, you manage a quick side-step, narrowly avoiding a collision with a small child who was too busy enjoying his ice cream cone to pay attention to where he was going.Â
Youâve been wandering around Fulton Countyâs annual Classic Car Showcase for the better part of an hour now, and so far things were going better than youâd expected. And not only that, but you were even beginning to have fun.
âI can see why this one caught your eye.â A familiar voice muses as he comes up behind you.Â
âIâm trying to figure out where Iâve seen it before. But Iâm drawing a blank.â Angling your body, you reach for one of Ariâs big hands, grasping it with both of yours. âAny ideas?âÂ
âYou really donât recognize it?âÂ
ââFraid not.â Your lips purse as you continue to wrack your brain.Â
âItâs an exact replica of The General Lee, the 1969 Dodge Charger driven by Bo and Luke.âÂ
âWho?â You stare up at him confused.Â
That earns you a chuckle, followed by him placing a gentle kiss atop your head. âBo and Luke. From The Dukes of Hazzard. It was a popular show back in the eighties.â He explains, brushing a stray curl away from your face.
âOh. Got it.â You nod, pretending to understand. âMystery solved.â
You both stand there a few moments longer â mostly so he can admire the engine, or whatever the hell you assumed he was doing. Once heâs looked his fill, itâs apparently time to move on to the next car that catches his interest. Youâre seemingly content to trail behind him until you happen to spot a nearby cluster of tents.Â
âAri?âÂ
âYeah, little Bird?â The rich timbre of his voice has you smiling before you even realize youâre doing it.
âI reckon all this car hoppinâ has me feelinâ a little parched.â You tell him, turning your attention to the concessions located just across the lot. âIâm gonna go fetch myself a lemonade real quick while the lines are short.â
As expected, your man responds without missing a beat. But not before leading you over to the shade so that you can continue your conversation. Which was a good thing seeing as the temperature outside was hovering around the mid-eighties.
âWell, we canât have that now can we?â Mirroring your smile, he brings your hand to his lips so that he can kiss the ridges of your knuckles. âLetâs go get you somethinâ to drink.â
âHey, itâs okay. Iâll go while you hang out here in the shade.â Your palms come up to rest against the hard wall of his chest. âBesides,â you continue when he opens his mouth to object. âItâs not like Iâm going far. Iâll just be right over there.â Â
âNah.â Ari swiftly disagrees, adjusting his sunglasses. âHow about you wait here while I go get us both something to drink?â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYep.â He gently flicks the tip of your nose. âAfter all, what kinda man would I be if I left my sweetheart out here to melt?â
âI meanâŠif you insist.â Rising on your toes â a feat made easier thanks to your wedge heels â you plant a smooch on his bearded cheek. âHurry back, sugar.âÂ
Now that heâs officially a man on a mission, Ari wastes almost no time making a beeline for the concessions. But not before issuing a stern warning to you, his curious little Bird.
âDonât you go wanderinâ off on me, darlinâ.â He growls, leaning down to tenderly peck your lips . âI expect to find you right here in this spot when I come back.âÂ
And then heâs gone. You barely have time to respond with a playful salute before heâs striding off in search of sustenance for you both. Leaving you alone to twiddle your thumbs while you dutifully await his return.Â
Not that you minded. If anything, grateful for this brief respite from the heat. It never crosses your mind to abandon your spot in favor of looking at more cars. At least, not until you spy one that has you gasping in pure delight.
âWoah.â You breathe as you come to stand in front of the one vehicle with the power to transport you straight back to your childhood: a 1958 Plymouth Fury. Â
Better known as the car from Stephen Kingâs novel, Christine.Â
Youâd absolutely loved this movie as a kid. So much so that your Uncle had bought you your own personal copy after he got tired of renting it for you weekend after weekend. Why, you mustâve seen it over a hundred times.Â
But as luck would have it, your private glee is interrupted by the sound of a voice coming up behind you.Â
âSheâs a beaut, ainât she?â The man asks, his southern drawl growing even more inviting when he tips his black stetson. âRestored her myself.âÂ
âHoly crap! It looks just like the one from the film.â You chirp, reaching out to run your fingers along the shiny finish before swiftly thinking better of it. âSorry.â Is all you can manage as you turn to face him. âI justâŠnever thought Iâd get the chance to see it in person.â
âWellâŠâ The dark haired cowboy admits, flashing a chagrined smile. âItâs not actually the car. But itâs pretty dang close. Took me a few years, seeing that pretty smile of yours makes it all worth it.â His smile only grows wider as he holds out his hand to you. âThe nameâs Russell, by the way.â
You two spend a few more moments exchanging names and pleasantries before he politely redirects the attention back to the prized vehicle in front of you. Russell invites you to ask all the questions you like, only to laugh when you eagerly take him up on his offer.Â
In fact, youâre enjoying the conversation so much that you hardly notice when he slowly begins inching closer to you, his leanly muscled frame almost boxing you in. He was charming â youâd give him that much. And easy on the eyes.
Russell was the type of man who warranted a second look. Or at least he would. That is, assuming you hadnât already been blessed with the gift of Ari Daniel Levinson.Â
âYou know,â He murmurs, his cool gaze warming as he boldly peruses your dress. âSomething tells me this conversation would pair wonderfully with a glass of wine.â His hand reaches for yours once more. âPerhaps over dinner?â
âOh, Iâm sorry...â The shocked apology comes tumbling out of your mouth. âIâI canât. I actually came with someone. Heâsââ
âLook, I donât wanna be too forward.â Russell smoothly interrupts, stroking his thumb along the ridge of your knuckles. âBut I havenât been able to let you out of my sight since I saw you damn near an hour ago. Honestly canât remember the last time I came across a woman as sweet as you.â
âThatâs awfully kind of you to say.â You reply, intending to let him down easy.
âI saw that fella you were with.â He continues in earnest, still refusing to relinquish his grip on your hand. âAlso saw him walk off and abandon you too.âÂ
âHe didnât â no one abandoned anybody!â Closing your eyes, you canât help but laugh at the absurdity of the entire situation. You werenât used to men hitting on you like this. It has you feeling way out of your depth.Â
âBe that as it may, I also believe in fate.â His already gravelly voice dips an octave. âI mean, Iâve come to this showcase year after year and never once have I met someone like you.âÂ
âIâŠIâm not sure Iâd go that far.â You hedge as you weigh your options.Â
On one hand, you really did want to be polite. But you also needed to be firm. You already had a man in your life. A man who owned you â mind, body, and soul. Not that youâd had any say in the matter. But these days, you were well past complaining about the handsome Beast of a man youâd come to cherish.
âThink about it.â Your would-be suitor implores, giving you a gentle squeeze. âThere has to be a reason our paths crossed today.âÂ
Alright. It was officially time to put a nail in this coffin. You open your mouth to respond, only to have someone else beat you to the punch.Â
âI think itâs about time you let go of her hand.â Ari rumbles, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. âNow.â
âSomething I can help you with, buddy?â Russell responds without hesitation, clearly annoyed by the other manâs sudden reappearance. âBecause the lady and I were in the middle of a conversation.â
âAnd Iâm sure it was a great one.â Your bounty hunter is too busy glaring at his apparent rival to pay you any real mind. Although, heâs quick to shove a cup of what you suspect to be lemonade into your palm the second Russell releases his hold. âToo bad itâs over now. Letâs go, sweet Bird.âÂ
The ice in his tone is enough to make you shiver. It didnât take a genius to figure out that Ari was none too happy to find you entertaining the company of another man. But the last thing youâd expected was for him to be jealous.Â
Unless you were reading things wrong.Â
âIâm afraid youâre gonna have to wait, fella.â Russell surprises everyone by coming to stand almost nose-to-nose with Ari. âBecause she and I were about to take the ride out for a little spin.âÂ
âWe most certainly were not.â You try, impatiently tugging on his arm. âAri, letâs just go.â Although, youâre not surprised when you end up being completely ignored.Â
âOh yeah?â
âGuess thatâs what happens when you abandon a pretty little flower like her all alone in an empty field.â Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Russelly makes a point of poking your man in his chest. âIâm just glad I was lucky enough to be here to catch your mistake.â
Worry fills you when you see Ari simply nod along, his brawny shoulders wrought with tension. Sucking on his teeth, the bounty hunter briefly looks away as he forces himself to take a calming breath. Not that it seems to help any.Â
âYou know what? I get it. No, reallyâI do.â Ari smirks, reaching up to lightly scratch at his jaw. âI knew what I was getting into, walking into a showcase like this with a beautiful woman on my arm, wearinâ the hell out of that dress.â One thick arm wraps itself around your waist, hauling you close. âMy girl turns heads everywhere she goes. Sheâs just too sweet to realize it.â
Tucking you behind him, your man bridges the last bit of distance between himself and Russell. And while you canât see his face, youâre shocked when he gently lifts his rivalâs hat from his head, before tossing it in the direction of his forgotten plymouth.Â
âAnd sometimes that sweetness makes cowboys do stupid fuckinâ things.â Ari continues, sounding almost smug. But you donât miss the danger in his tone. âWhich is why Iâm gonna be the bigger man right now and walk away, before I give into the urge to find out if you have what it takes to make the long drive home with a fractured arm.â
âAlright, thatâs enough from you two.â You snap, finally fed up with all this male posturing. After all this nonsense, you just wanted to sit down and enjoy your drink before all the ice melted. âRussell, cool car. But Iâm not interested, okay? And as for you, AriâŠâ
In lieu of responding, your man chooses to quirk one impatient, tawny brow.Â
âYouâre looking a little flushed. I think itâs time we got you outta the sun.â Grabbing his wrist, you proceed to physically drag him away from the scene. It takes virtually all your might, but youâre grateful when his legs finally begin to move.
You donât stop walking until you reach a set of picnic tables that are far enough away from the show to give you both some much needed privacy while you hashed things out.Â
âDarlinâ, I can tell by your face youâre fixinâ to yell.â Ari growls, yanking his arm out of your grasp. "And I'd like to make my case before you start." His frown only deepens as he watches you perch on the edge of a bench, but not before taking a dramatic sip of your ice cold lemonade.Â
It tastes divine â the perfect treat for a hot summerâs day.
âDid you really have to throw the poor manâs hat?â You ask, fanning yourself.
âProbably not. But it felt good.â He shrugs, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. âShouldâve stuffed his ass in the goddamned trunk while I was at it.âÂ
âI donât know what you think you saw, but I was in the process of letting him down easy.â
âCouldâve sworn I told your bratty self to stay put where I fuckinâ left you.â His normally clear blue eyes glitter dangerously, letting you know that heâs pissed. âI mean, it was bad enough waitinâ in line listening to two idiots talk about which one of âem was gonna be brave enough to ask for your numberâŠâ
âYeah right.â You scoff, looking up at the sky as you pray for patience.
âRoll âem at me one more time, baby. Swear to God.â Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, he finds himself wondering for the umpteenth time just what the hell heâd been thinking bringing you to something like this with you wearing a dress like that. âIâm just itchinâ for a reason to lift that skirt and redden your disrespectful ass.â
In Ariâs mind, you were always the prettiest girl in the room. But on a day like today? You were downright irresistible. And what made it even worse is that you honestly had no idea the effect you had sometimes â on him and damn near every other man who came into your presence. Â
âYou canât talk like that!â You hiss, hoping that you werenât being overheard.Â
âAnd just why the hell not?â
âBecause weâre in public, you Beast!âÂ
Rising to your feet, you set your drink on the table, deciding it might be better if you put some distance between you. Too bad Ari chooses to follow, walking you backwards until you feel yourself collide with the base of a nearby tree. His hands come to rest on either side of your head, effectively caging you in with his much larger frame. Â
âI shouldâve known what I was getting into the moment I decided to let you walk outta the house wearing that dress.â Ari rasps, trailing his nose along the delicate column of your throat. âI thought I was safe, even with that lacey little scrap of nothinâ youâve got hidinâ underneath.âÂ
You barely manage to stifle a moan when your man captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard before releasing it with a soft pop. One of his hands leaves its purchase to settle dangerously low on your hip.Â
âBut I see now thatâs not enough for you, is it baby?â You press your thighs together when that same hand moves once again. This time working itâs way under your skirt - his short, blunt nails dancing along your skin as his mouth hovers a mere centimeter above yours. âIâm not sure why you thought it might be a good idea to tease me like this. Not too keen on you flirting with other men.â
âI promise I wasnât.â Your eyes flutter closed as he grinds his growing erection against the softness of your belly. âI just got excited about the car. Itâs from one of my favorite Stephen King stories.âÂ
âIs that why I found you two holdinâ hands?â You let out a whimper when you feel the roughened pads of his fingers dig into your heated flesh, making you squirm. âBecause you were excited?â
It wasnât often that your man got riled up like this. But when he did there was almost no getting through to him until he calmed down. If you were lucky, you could typically drag him to some place quiet, away from prying eyes and listening ears.
âOkay, okay. Iâm sorry, sugar.â Leaning up, you press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. âI suppose I wouldnât like it either if I saw you holding hands with a random woman. Promise it wonât happen again.â You add, weaving your arms around his trim waist after all you receive is a grunt for your trouble.Â
Although you canât help but notice that some of the tension seems to have finally left his shoulders.
âThank you.âÂ
Ari allows his forehead to rest against your own as he struggles to collect himself. Wanting more, you cup his face with your hands, bring his mouth down for a much needed kiss. His eager tongue dances with yours, demanding more of your submission as the passion builds.
Youâre both breathing hard when you finally come up for air. However, you realize your manâs not done. At least not yet.Â
âYouâre enough to drive a man insane. You know that?â He groans in between soft, yet feral kisses. âI swear I try to be progressive â I do. I got sisters. A niece.â A sound almost like a purr rumbles in his chest as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. âBut Iâm also man enough to admit Iâve got a bit of a jealous streak. Never was much of a problem until I met you.â
âIâll be sure to keep that in mind.â You murmur at the same time as your pussy spasms, dampening your panties with your slick.Â
âGood.â Ari lifts your leg, hitching it around his waist and not giving a damn about who sees. âAnd Bird?â
âUh huh?â A shiver courses through you as he begins covering your exposed flesh with tiny, possessive love bites. This time you make no move to stop him. Thank goodness youâd had the foresight to pack some concealer.
âI hate to break it to you.â His mouth finds yours once more, deliberately teasing you with each sensual stroke and flick of his tongue. âBut you and me, weâre not gonna make it back to Bellâs Creek tonight.â
âAnd wâwhy is that?â Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as his fingers find your clit, toying with the swollen nub through the soaked fabric of your panties.Â
âBecause Iâm having the damnedest time trying to talk myself out of fucking you hard and fast on the hood of my truck.â He responds with an unapologetic shrug. âBut I suppose Iâll just have to settle for a hotel, huh?â Grinning, he increases the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves, loving the way you buck and writhe beneath his touch.
âIâll start hunting for reservations.â You move to reach for your phone even as you feel your vision blur and your toe s curl. âBut whatever you doâŠoh GodâŠjust please donât stop.ââ
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Workplace
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Nightwing x (f)reader
Tags: NSFW, secret identity, vigilante reader, office romance, fingering, kissing, biting, wounds, penetration, slightly toxic Dick Grayson,
"Holy shit, y/n?" A gruff voice called your name from across the police station. You turned away from your papers and in the direction the address was coming from, meeting a bloodshot wild gaze of a man who looked around your age. You didn't recognize him, who was currently in the middle of being escorted into a cell.
You didn't respond, assuming he confused you with someone else. He called you again, though. "Y/n! It's Spencer Van! We were in the fifth grade together-"
You met his crazy gaze again, raising your brow in question.
"Ms. Strums class!" He added.
You blinked, recalling the name of your fifth grade teacher. You began to recognize him. And your mouth twisted in disgust. You didn't remember much other than him being a piece of shit; bullying the smarter kids, and constantly interrupting your teacher during class. Not a person worth remembering.
Your grimace didn't deter him, though, as his gaze slowly studied you up and down. You began to regret your earlier decision to discard your blazer when his gaze landed on the undone top buttons of your blouse.
You hated going to the police station for this exact reason. The staff were nice, but the people they brought in... different story.
"Damn," Spencer groaned, his tongue sliding across his teeth. "You grew up gorgeous."
The blood drained from your face, and you felt nauseous. Now definitely swallowing bile. Detectives and staff were looking between you two as you took in a steadying breath and tried to avoid glaring at him.
"You like me like this?" Spencer continued, grinning a dirty, crooked smile and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You like seeing me in handcuffs?-"
Before he finished his sentence, he was brutally shoved into the cell. The sound of the slam echoed throughout the station.
The detective who shut him up, Dick Grayson, stood towering, muscular, and gorgeous in his uniform, and your secret crush on him only grew. Dick barely broke a sweat while Spencer bounced off the wall and was now wheezing, struggling to get back up.
"You son of a bitch-" Spencer choked. "You fucking broke my rib!"
"Yeah?" Dick challenged. "Press charges when you're done serving ten years for drug trafficking. Prick." Then he slammed the cell door shut.
The rest of the room fell back into routine, the sounds of phone calls, walkies, filing papers, and conversations filling the air once more. Grateful for the change in pase, you returned to your documents.
"Ms. L/n, are you alright?" A low masculine voice you instantly recognized spoke behind you. You turned to see the detective. Sharp features and ocean-colored eyes pierced through your thoughts, catching you off guard. Your breath hitch at his size towering over you, while the smell of beachy cologne invaded your senses. His uniform hugged his body so well that you could almost see the defined muscle under the material.
"Yeah, thanks for hitting him." You stammered, your shoulders rising slightly.
"Sorry I didn't do it sooner." He frowned, his gaze flicking to Spencer, who still groaned in his cell.
You gathered your files. "Should we sit down to look over the Falcone case?"
"Yes, right." Dick gestured for you to take a seat at his desk. It was the only one in the room that wasn't covered in a million papers. Just his computer, a notepad, pen, and calculator lined up against each other in a tidy order, with a half finished cup of coffee sat on the corner. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"
You shook your head. "Is there somewhere private we can talk?" Then, at his raised brow, you rushed to add. "I'll need to share some sensifitive information."
He nodded in understanding and got up, leading you down the hall. Your heels clicked behind him as he opened the door to a filing room lined with shelves. A single table and two chairs sat in the middle of it, illuminated by warm toned lights. The noise died down as he shut the door before pulling out your chair.
He spoke up as you sat down. "Late nights at the office, huh?"
You blinked, trying your best to look confused, also trying to cover the blush on your cheeks. "N-no. Why do you ask?"
He shrugged, offering you his signature joking smile. "From our email exchanges, you were originally supposed to come here yesterday. I was just curious why the last-minute change."
You shook your head, rushing. "Nope, I just... I wasn't feeling well."
"Oh no." Dick said, his brow creasing. His tone of worry hid a chuckle that was desperately trying to escape. You were such a bad liar. "I'm glad you're feeling better then."
"Yes, well," you took your seat, pulling out a series of photographs from your folder and placing them on the table for him to see. "Falcone met with the owner of MacKenzie Buildings in his club two nights ago."
Dick made a big show of studying the photographs, which he took himself two nights ago. "Hmmm."
You continued. "Yesterday, as you know, MacKenzie was found dead in his apartment."
Dick nodded along to your words, picking up a photograph to study it closer before frowning. His brows furrowed as he looked at the picture. "How'd you get these? Did you hire a P.I.?"
"Not exactly." You lowered your voice, eyeing the locked door behind you.
When you turned around, his blue gaze was narrowed at you. Questioning.
"I'd like to keep the source confidential."
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Two nights ago.
"I need to go use the ladies' room." You spoke over the music before getting off your date's lap. He grinned and nodded, barely acknowledging you as he was distracted with a pair of girls dancing on a tabletop.
You matched with the man on a hookup app an hour ago, suggesting this club to meet uo, and he was more than happy to go - probably thinking he was going to get lucky. In reality, it was just a cover.
As soon as you walked off the main floor, you headed for the back of the club and out to an alleyway behind the building. Unwrapping a balaclava from your wrist, you tied it around your face, hiding all of it, save your eyes.
Taking quiet steps in your combat boots on the gravel, you grasped at the bag slung across your shoulder as you spotted your opening. With a running start, you jumped up, grabbed onto the latter, and began to climb.
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Nightwing followed you for the fourth week in a row. This time, your escapades brought you to Falcone's nightclub, with some creep who wouldn't stop running his hands over the open back of your corset top. Dick had half a mind to knock him out there, and then each time you stiffened from his hand, brushing against your skin.
Wearing an all-black outfit which helped you blend in, you hiked your makeshift mask covering your face. You used the railings to scale your way up the roof with practiced ease.
Either gymnastics or calisthenics - if Dick had to guess. Or the mandatory self-defense classes at Gotham Law had incorporated parkour. Brushing his chin with his fingers, he perched casually on a nearby rooftop.
Silently lifting yourself up and positioning yourself on a rooftop that overlooked a large window, behind which Falcone and his men were gathered around a table. Dick watched you pull out a camera from your bag and begin to snap pictures. Like you were some kind of private investigator.
Dick watched patiently. He's seen you do this several times now. He was curious where this was heading this night.
Silence and the howl of wind replaced the clubâs thumping bass, and for a moment, you felt utterly alone - until you heard the faintest shuffle above.
Instantly, you rolled out of the way just as the guy's fist came down to the spot where you just were. You got up, hid your camera in your bag, and assessed the assailant. Only one. Good. That you can handle.
You dodge the following blow as well, dropping to your hands and swiping your leg under both of his, knocking him off balance. He went down fast, and you took out the taser you always had in your pocket, bringing it to his neck and activating it until his body began to shake. You held it long enough for him to pass out. Then, you held your hand to his neck, making sure you found his pulse, ensuring he was still alive and walked on, taking your camera back out. As you were snapping the pictures, what you didn't see were the two other bodyguards approaching you on the roof.
Good thing he did.
Out of nowhere, you were grabbed around your waist and flung onto a higher up rooftop, and away from the meeting. "Hey!-"
"Quiet." A deep voice growled against your ear.
When you two landed on another rooftop, you stumbled and caught yourself on the rubble. You turned around, facing your new assailant.
Momentary shock took over as you were met with THE Nightwing. The protector of bludhaven, glowering down at you with a disappointed look under his mask.
"Nightwing!" You choke out.
"The one and only." He confirmed.
You've never seen him in person, never mind standing inches away from him. Your initial shock wore off to make room for anger of your own. "Look... thank you for saving me, but I don't need your help."
He smirked like you just made a joke, then gestured behind you, tilted his chin. "Turn around."
Tentatively, you turned and faced the street, away from him.
"Look down, down at the alleyway." He said. "See those guys patrolling outside the club with their M16's?"
You strained your eyes, trying to see what he was referring to. "No..."
"Exactly." He came to stand side to side with you, taking something out or his utility belt and holding it up to you. Upon initial inspection, you concluded it was a lens of some sort, and you brought it up to your eye. The lens did show a pair of bodies walking back and forth behind a brick wall. Heat sensors.
Embarrased, you handed him the lens. You took a breath, steadying yourself under his intense gaze. Heart pounding, you wondered why his presence felt just as dangerous as comforting.
"It sucks. Doing what I do. Not everyone can." He said.
"I'm not trying to do what you do." You defended yourself. "I'm no vigilante."
"Why do you need these pictures?"
You follow his gaze down to the camera clutched in your hands. "That's confidential,"
He then stood face to face with you. Or rather, face to chest with his frame dwarfing you. "Are you a P.I.?"
"No." You huffed, hoping your raised brow will stop any more questions. "Thank you for saving me. See you around." Then you hopped down the rails and to the ground.
You pushed open the door to your apartment, stepping in still in your club clothing. The corset top was dirty and pulled out of your leather tights, which tore at some point during your escapades, and your feet were in immeasurable pain from walking in those boots all night. You were tired as you tossed your keys into a bowl and locked the door.
A man cleared his throat behind you. "So this is where you live," Nightwing stepped into your living room.
Your voice hitched, and you jumped, rushing to switch on your lights. You stumble over your heals and nearly fall. He caught you around your waist and stabilized you.
"What were you doing at Falcone's club?" He asked, eyes searching your apartment.
"Did you follow me?" You asked, tone incredulous.
"Didn't have to," he pulled up a piece of paper and held it to you.
Your eyes widened. "Is that my car insurance?"
"Mhmm," he nodded, walking to your kitchen and flipping through the papers on your counter. "Pro tip: when you go on patrol, don't bring ID. Otherwise, the mask becomes obsolete." He grinned and picked up an envelope. "Ah cute, your children's hospital donation went through."
You snatched the envelope from his hand. "Give me that! And get out of my house!"
He tisked and shook his head. "Not before you tell me when you were doing following Falcone."
"I- I already told you-"
"You told me fuck all." He interrupted. "Now, I know exactly who you are, miss. L/N I know everyone you've ever met and how to find them. Easily."
He stalked closer, the shadows of your dimly lit room casting sharp angles on his face. âNow ill ask you one more tim. What were you doing at Falconeâs club?â His voice was low, the threat behind it unmistakable, and for a moment, you wondered if Nightwing was as dangerous as the people he fought.
You gulped, straightening your neck. "Look, nightasshole-"
"Weak." He snorted.
"You're breaking and entering." You continued. "I could call the cops on you."
He grinned, wondering if he should let you, only for his phone ring when you dialed. Then, he set the idea aside. "That building you were on when you were snapping your pictures belongs to Falcone. You were on private property without permission. I'm sure a lawyer would know what the name for that is,"
Your shoulders sagged as you lowered your gaze. "Trespassing."
"Very good." He said. "So go ahead and place that call, y/n." He shrugged. "Tell them that Nightwing, identity unknown, address unknown, broke and entered into your house." You approached you, his tone sharpening. "Meanwhile, I'll place my own call. About Y/n L/n, from apartment 2a on 21 Nelson rd. For trespassing on Carmine Falconeâs private property. We'll see how long you get to keep your license."
Your eyes widened in shock. Would he really ruin your career over this? And all of a sudden, the mantle of "protector" became subjective in your mind. You swallowed nervously, regarding him with unease.
In a sudden move, you raised your knee, aiming straight for his groin, hoping to take him by surprise.
He was way ahead of you, and he dodged your knee along with the follow up attacking from your punches and kicks.
You were backed up against the wall, one of his hands easily held both your wrists above your head.
"Cute," he murmured, his voice mockingly soft, as though you're struggling amused him. "Should I be insulted that you think you can fight off BlĂŒdhavenâs âprotectorâ? Those defense classes they make you lawyers take get worse and worse each year -"
You collided your forehead with his nose.
"Shit!" He swore, then huffed a laugh, raising his free hand to wipe at the trickle of blood trickling from his nose, and looked down at his hand. The distraction you hoped for wasn't effective as you struggled against his hold, which was rock solid.
"I think you broke my nose." He said as a matter of factly. "How's your head?"
"Fine!" You snapped at him, fighting to keep your vision from blurring at the edges. That was the wrong angle to use, you thought, cursing yourself for forgetting the lessons you got from your self-defense training.
"Yeah?" He sounded doubtful. "Not throbbing anywhere? Like over here," he gave a gentle tap to your temple.
"Ow!" The point he pressed shot excruciating pain throughout your head, and your vision blurred even more.
"Yeah, valiant effort on your part." He commented, his voice growing more and more muffled as you struggled to... to...
He snapped his fingers in front of your eyes. "Hey, hey, no. No falling asleep. You gave yourself a concussion."
"Get... out of my home," you slurred.
"Can't do that either." He sighed. "I'd be leaving you for dead." He grinned. "That wouldn't be very heroic of me."
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Well, this is certainly the most creative way he had to keep a woman up all night, Dick thought to himself, bringing the smelling salts up to your nose.
"Ah, christ!" You exclaimed, jerking away from the violent stench. "Why do you even have these with you?"
"You'd be surprised how often head injuries can occur in my line of work." He explained, putting them away. "I've had to keep myself awake after a lot of brawls."
You nodded, eyeing him wearily. It was so odd how casual he was acting about this entire situation. You felt like you were a prisoner in your own home, with him as a friendly warden.
"How's your nose?" You asked, your hands rubbing your temples to try and ease the pain.
"Eh," he shrugged, looking at his reflection on your phone. "I've had worse."
He demanded on staying until he confirmed you were better. When the throbbing stopped, he did a quick assessment of your vitals using some kind of gadget you've never seen before.
The following afternoon, you came back to a package resting on the pile of mail on your kitchen counter.
There was a note on top, scrawled in sharp, hurried letters: "Thank me later."
Suspecting who it might be from, you carefully turned the folder over, spilling its contentsâa stack of photos showing Carmine Falcone in a close conversation with Owen MacKenzie, the owner of MacKenzie Buildings.
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Present Day
"Let me guess," Dick said, arms crossed as he leaned against his desk. "Youâre suggesting thereâs a connection between MacKenzieâs death and his meeting with Falcone."
You nodded. "Just speculation for now, but itâs no secret Falconeâs been after those developments. I think he made MacKenzie an offer he didnât like, and the next dayâŠ"
Dickâs gaze narrowed, his fingers tapping idly against the edge of his desk. "So, what do you need from me?â
"You have access to the autopsy report," you replied, leaning forward. "If we can prove it was murder we can keep those properties out of Falconeâs hands.â
He studied you, scratching his head. "Thatâs making a lot of assumptions."
âWhich is why I came to you,â you pressed, holding his gaze.
He raised a brow, lips quirking in mild amusement.
"If weâre right, we could keep dozens of families from getting pushed out onto the streets," you said, more earnestly.
After a long beat, Dick sighed and nodded. "Iâll see what I can do."
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Later That Night
Either that concussion affected your memory, or it dulled your self-preservation instincts, Dick mused as he watched you. He couldn't fathom why you kept diving headfirst into life-threatening situations.
You climbed the scaffolding at an abandoned construction site, slipping past rusted barriers until you reached the eighth floor. Perched on a narrow ledge, you crept toward a makeshift office in the cornerâlittle more than a desk and chair surrounded by half-finished walls. Kneeling, you pulled out a lock-picking set and made quick work of the drawer, glancing over your shoulder once before opening it.
A low chuckle sounded behind you. "Not a shred of self-preservation in that little body of yours."
You jumped, heart pounding, and spun around to find Nightwing leaning casually against a support column, arms crossed over his chest.
"God," you muttered, trying to steady your breathing, "I thought you were a -"
"Bad guy?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "What exactly would you have done?"
"Maybe tase you," you shot back, turning back to sift through the documents in the drawer.
In two strides, he was beside you, looking over your shoulder at the papers. "What are we looking at?"
You glanced up at him, momentarily struck by his proximity. It took a beat too long for you to refocus, the sheer size and quiet intensity of him throwing you off balance.
"Iâm looking for a ledger or a blueprint - anything tying this site to MacKenzie."
Nightwing raised a brow. "The projectâs been transferred to Falcone. Announced just this morning."
"Do you believe that?"
He sighed, arms crossed. "Alright, trouble. Enlighten me - whatâs your theory?"
"You really need me to spell it out?" you asked, arching a brow.
He smirked. "You think Falconeâs behind MacKenzieâs death."
You nodded. "A friend in BlĂŒdhaven is working on getting me his autopsy report, and - "
"Oh, a friend?" he interrupted with a teasing tone. "Mustâve gone through all the right channels to get that, yeah?"
You frowned. "Of course."
He leaned in, the playful spark still in his eyes. "You know, a real friend wouldâve gotten it for you just cus. No questions asked."
"Did anyone tell you." His voice was lower now, softer. "You have pretty eyes."
You stifled a blush, hoping your mask hid the heat rising in your cheeks. His gaze softened as it lingered on you, just a shade too long, his lips curling in a way that made your pulse quicken.
You were overcome with a need to defend Dick after Nightwingâs comment. "He's more noble than you," you said.
And oh god, if the irony alone didn't make Dick want to burst out laughing. Pull yourself together, he said to himself.
Thrown off, you glanced away, muttering, "Just⊠let me know if you see anything with MacKenzieâs name on it."
A low ding from the far end of the floor interrupted your sentence. You both froze, watching as the elevator doors slid open, and heavy footsteps echoed into the hollow silence. You quickly locked the drawer and put everything back in place.
Before you could even react, Nightwingâs arm was around your waist, pulling you back toward the edge of the building. He fired his grappling hook to the floor above, tugging you both up to safety. His hold on you was firm yet controlled.
Landing, you were acutely aware of every inch of him pressed against you, his gaze unreadable as he raised a gloved finger to his lips, signaling for silence. You swallowed, pulse racing, unable to tear your attention away from the solid, unyielding warmth of him beside you.
"Destroy every file on that table," a voice ordered. "Burn it all if you have to. I donât want any trace left of his fingerprints here."
Your eyes widened. Proof that MacKenzie had been involved after all. You looked up at Nightwing, who nodded, clearly understanding the gravity of the moment.
The voice spoke again, sending a thrill of hope through you. "And make sure they do the same over at the south location. We donât need loose ends."
Your eyes met Nightwingâs, urgency clear in your expression. There was still a chance to get evidence.
The smell of smoke drifted up from the floor below, mingling with the crisp night air as flames started licking up from the table and chair. You looked at Nightwing, panic flashing in your eyes. He didnât move until the elevator dinged again, signaling the menâs departure.
"We need to get to that second site," you whispered, barely able to contain your urgency.
Nightwingâs gaze hardened, his earlier playfulness replaced by a steely resolve. "I need to get there. Youâre going home."
"But-"
"No buts," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You want to help these people? Stay out of sight and leave the dangerous work to me. Trust meâthis is my city."
For a moment, you considered arguing back, but something in his gaze warned you not to push him further. Instead, you gave a reluctant nod, allowing him to guide you away.
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There was a knock at your window.
You look up from your phone, already ready for bed in your pijama shorts and tube top. You see his outline through the glass as you aproach the window, already half-expecting bad news as you open it cautiously. You are met with BlĂŒdhavenâs protector, leaning on the rail of your balcony, clutching his side, blood seeping through the cracks of his suit.
"Hey," he rasped, short breathes coming out of cut lips with a pained smirk as he raised a USB. "Got your evidence."
"Youâre bleeding," you said, your voice a mix of shock and concern.
"Only a little," he grunted, but when he stumbled, you caught his arm, guiding him inside before he collapsed entirely. "You should see the other guy."
He helped you remove the top of his suit, leaving him bare to his hips. You tried not to linger too much on the ridges of hard-defined muscles lining up his chest, arms and stomach - it was a challenging endeavor.
Your hands moved carefully as you cleaned the gash on his side, trying not to let your worry show. "You shouldâve gone to a hospital."
"They ask too many questions," he said with a wince but tried to smile. "And Iâd rather have you play nurse."
Huffing, you rolled your eyes, but his words sent your pulse racing. You could feel his breath close to your cheek as you look down, the faint brush of his gloved fingers against your arm as you worked.
"Ive got a first aid kit. One moment." You said, getting up and bringing the white box that was kept on the top of your bookshelf. You've had some practice stiching up wounds back when your little siblings would get scrapes on the playground. You even wanted to be a doctor when you were a kid. Before you decided studying law was more interesting. Especially in a city like Bludhaven.
He drew in a gasp as you carefully threaded the needle, stitching up his wound. Finishing up, you placed a gauze bandage around the affected area, tisking. "You should still go get it checked out."
His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, making you look up at him. Your eyes flickered to his, and for a second, wondering what color they were behind his mask.
âYou dont need to worry about me,â he said softly, his fingers coming to play with the hem of your crop top. Your skin tingled where his touch brushed you. "But... I like that you do."
His words hung in the air, and your pulse raced as his gaze dropped to you lips, then back to your eyes.
âWe shouldnât-â you started, but before you could finish, his hand slid up under the back of your shirt, his warm fingers sending tingles along their path.
âI know,â he whispered, but then he pushed you towards him, lips pressing softly against yours.
Your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. You took a moment to orocess the fact that you were kissing a stranger. It coukd be anyone under that mask. The need to know clawed at you.
"Nightwing?" You asked.
"Yes trouble?" He wispered, lowering his lips to lay kissed down your neck.
You felt your cheeks warm as your shoulders rose. "D-do you do this often? Sleep with people you save?"
He grinned then, nipping your earlobe as his hand, covered in calluses and scars reached around you, pulling you onto his lap. Gasping, you could feel his hardness on your silk shorts.
"Only when they take such good care of me." He asnwered, grinding up against you, brushing your sensitive clit in the process. "You know, to return the favor."
You gasped and he repeated the movement a few more times, until you were riding him still separated by your layer of clothing.
"You're gonna open-" You wimpered when a particularly long brush of his Dick sent a powerful sensation down your core. "-Your stitches. This... this isn't a good idea."
"It's a good thin% that you're here to fix me up then, isn't it?" He challenged, an evil grin playing at his lips.
You moaned and shook your head, still trying to think logical. "It will hurt."
"It hurts more not being inside you now, trouble." He wispered- no, whined- as his lips brushed your ear. "Please, put me out of my misery."
His finger slipped under your shorts and between your folds. "Fuck!" He caught his lower lip between his teeth, the bit leaving a beautiful read mark on his gorgeous lips. "You're so wet, trouble."
Unable to look away from him, you whimpered as his fingers brushed your insides.
"I dont even know who you are," you wispered in disbelief, more so to yourself than to him. "I don't even know your name,"
A small, curious part of him wondered how you'd react if he pulled off his mask and presented you with the very same face that's been working with you this past week at the station. Your "good friend" detective Grayson.
"I'm no one," he said instead. "Come here, baby."
A minute later, his suit was discarded on your carpet, along with your pijamas, as the two of you gasped and writhe against each other on your couch. You were riding him, the feeling of him filling you up was extacy. And his view provided him with an image of you panting on top of him, red lips parted as your hair fell in messy stands around your face and shoulder. "Trouble," he moaned. "You're so fucking sexy. Oh my god."
"Thanks, you like... a seven." You joked, then squealed, arching your back as he rose and bit your collarbone, driving into you hard.
"For that," he growled, a wolfish grin playing on his lips as he eyed the new bite mark forming on your skin. "I'll keep you up all night."
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"Y/n?"
You looked up from your computer to see your co-worker standing nearby, balancing a cup of coffee and a stack of files. She offered you a shy smile.
"Detective Grayson from the station is here for you."
"Oh, thank you!" you replied, quickly standing and smoothing your skirt and blazer. Nearly tripping in your heels, you mentally scolded yourself for coming to work instead of calling in sick; you couldâve used more sleep.
At the front entrance, Dick waited in uniform, coffee in hand, his usual bright smile already in place.
"Good morning," you greeted him with as much energy as you could manage.
"Morning," he replied, grinning. You couldnât help but wonder what he put in his coffee to always look so chipper.
He held up a folder. "Here are the autopsy reports you asked for."
Your eyes lit up. "You got them? Amazing!" Taking the folder, you looked up at him gratefully. "Thanks, Dick."
"Happy to help," he said, dimples appearing as he smiled down at you. "Iâve got to get back, but let me know how the case goes, yeah?" He turned toward the elevator, giving you a casual wave.
"I will! Have a great day!"
As you watched him leave, someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around, you found Lily standing there, a slightly nervous expression on her face.
"Hey," you said slowly. "Is everything okay?"
Saying nothing, she took your arm gently and lifted her phone, angling the camera so you could see yourself in selfie mode.
Your hand shot to your mouth in shock.
Clear as day, a bite mark peeked out from your collarbone. "Oh god."
You felt your face heat up as realization hit. How many people had already seen that? And oh god! Dick definitely saw it too!
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Dick allowed himself a small, satisfied grin.
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Good Boy
Content: NSFW, face riding, cunnilingus, praise kink, poor self-image, discussions of BDSM etiquette, safewords, handjob
Note: This exists in a modern, alternate universe where Aemond is very submissive. I intend to turn this premise into a collection of loosely related drabbles with little to no plot. Also, thank you to @peachysunrize for encouraging me and for making the GIF that I used! đ
Aemond fucking loved when you sat on his face. There was something absolutely wonderful about you smothering him with your cunt and using him for your pleasure. He hooked his arms around your legs, pulling you closer, prioritizing eating your pussy over breathing. Above him, you moaned, rocking your hips as his nose ground against your clit deliciously.Â
âYouâre doing so well,â you gasped, clutching the headboard desperately as your third peak drew closer and closer. âAemond, youâre so good.âÂ
He groaned happily, working his tongue inside of you as you praised him. He had always thought that he would never enjoy letting someone else be in control of him in such a vulnerable state, but you always seemed to know exactly what he needed. You were so gentle, so kind to him, that he was afraid that you would leave. How could someone like you want someone like him? He could never understand, but he could try to convince you to stay by committing to making you cum until you physically couldnât anymore.Â
You had made him promise to tell you if he couldnât breathe, but he was tempted to ignore the lack of oxygen in favor of bringing you pleasure. He wanted you to tell him that he was good, and he wondered if you would do so if he told you that his head was spinning. What if you were upset with him? He could tell that you were getting close, and he didnât want you to be disappointed in his weakness. However, he remembered the last time that he had tried to keep going. He had almost passed out, much to your horror. While he had been more than alright, he was completely confused why you had been so saddened by his willingness to suffer for your pleasure. You hadnât told him that he was good, despite him making you cum four times, because you were so concerned for him. But that had been four times, and this would only be your thirdâŠÂ
He whined in panic; he didnât know what to do, so he desperately tapped on your thigh and tried to pull your cunt closer at the same time. You pulled away from him immediately, searching his face for some kind of hint as to what was wrong.Â
Fuck. He was suddenly afraid that he shouldnât have tapped your leg. ââM sorry,â he mumbled, trying to pull you back down. âIâll try again, âm sorry. Iâll do better, Iâll fix it.â Gods, what was wrong with him? He shouldâve just let you ride his face until he passed out, but he had to go and fuck it up by being pathetic and weak.Â
To his horror, you crawled off of him. He froze, fear coursing through him. Were you going to leave him? He needed you to stay and care for him. What did he need to do to make it up to you? Whatever it was, he could take it.Â
And then, you did the most surprising thing: you pulled him into your arms and began to caress his hair. âThereâs nothing to fix,â you said lightly, gently kissing his temple as you carefully wiped your own slick off of his chin. âYou did the right thing by asking me to stop. Iâm very proud of you, Aemond.âÂ
A warm feeling erupted in his chest at your words, one that he didnât quite know what to call. He was very confused why you were telling him that he did a good job, but he liked the way that you were holding him. He hesitantly nuzzled you, a lovely feeling encasing him when you pulled him closer. He let himself enjoy the sensation for a moment longer, then swallowed hard. âI donât understand,â he mumbled, loathing himself. âIâm sorry, I donât get it. I must be stupid.âÂ
âOh, Aemond,â you whispered. âNo, youâre not. What donât you understand?âÂ
He whimpered, squirming until he was able to hide his face in the crook of your neck. âWhy are you proud of me?â he asked, his voice small. âI made you stop; I didnât make you cum again.âÂ
You gently stroked his hair. âYou didnât need to. This isnât good for me if youâre hurting. Stopping isnât bad. You were very good because you let me know that you couldnât breathe.âÂ
Aemond felt warmth pool in his stomach when you told him that he was good. He was quite certain that he was being bad now, since you were trying to help him understand and his cock was hardening. âI just want to make you happy,â he said softly.Â
âOh, my sweet boy,â you murmured, âI will always be happy when I am with you.â Aemond felt a smile threaten to make itself known on his lips at your words. He blushed slightly when you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he gasped when you slowly wrapped your hand around his swollen cock. âWe will need to talk more about this later,â you told him, âbut I wish to pleasure you now. Would you like that?â He nodded vigorously; you shook your head. âUse your words.âÂ
âYes,â he blurted. âPlease, yes. Stroke my cock, please, I beg you.âÂ
âGood boy,â you said, slotting your mouth against his own as he whimpered in delight at the praise.Â
You began to slowly jerk him off, your grip wonderfully tight. Aemond whined as your thumb circled the swollen head, a shiver running through his body as he hesitantly bucked upwards into your hold. It felt so good, having your warm hand work him towards his end.Â
âI wish you could see yourself,â you whispered against his lips; Aemond whimpered. âYou look so pretty, fucking my fist.âÂ
âPlease,â he gasped. âFaster, please, I need it faster.âÂ
You complied with his request, moving your hand rapidly along his length. Your thumb gently traced his sensitive tip, gathering his precum and using it to make his cock slick. He couldnât believe how good it felt as he rolled his hips faster, his cheeks burning at the wet sound that was proof of the mess he was making in your soft palm.Â
âI hope you like your treat,â you said, gently stroking his hair with your fingertips as your other hand worked quickly on his aching prick. âYou were so good for me, fucking me with your tongue and making me cum. And youâre so pretty when you let me jerk you off. Are you close?âÂ
He was embarrassingly close. Aemond could feel the coil in his stomach tightening at your praise. He nodded desperately, then buried his face in your neck. âYes, Iâm close. Please, Iâm so close.â He needed you to tell him that he could cum. He was going to go mad if you didnât give him permission.Â
You kissed his forehead. âGood boy. Cum for me, Aemond.âÂ
He would have been ashamed of the whorish moan he let out, but he was too focused on how good it felt to worry about how he sounded. Spots danced in front of his eye as his entire body tensed, his cock spasming in your palm as he came all over his stomach. You continued to stroke him throughout it all, helping him to ride through his high as he shuddered and whimpered. He needed to feel like this every day for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. You were so good to him, being kind as you used him for your pleasure and rewarding him when he pleased you.Â
When his breathing finally slowed several moments later, he realized that he was trembling and clinging to you. Sheepishly, he let go, attempting to move away from you. To his surprise, you gently took his hand in your own, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing gently. âYou were such a good boy, Aemond,â you said, smiling as he blushed. He gasped as you brought your cum-stained hand to your lips, sucking his release from your fingers before kissing him. He whimpered as you slid your tongue into his mouth; he could taste his own cum and it was fucking hot.Â
When you pulled back a few moments later, Aemond smiled at you, reveling in the warmth that bloomed in his chest. He hesitated for only a brief second before cautiously curling up in your arms, sighing in sleepy contentment as you held on to him. âThank you,â he mumbled.Â
You pulled him closer, keeping him safe as he relaxed in your embrace. âOf course. Rest now, my darling good boy. You deserve it.âÂ
For the first time in a long while, Aemond was calm as he closed his eye and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
#my writing#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen angst#aemond targaryen fluff#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen x reader#modern!au#dom!reader#sub!aemond targaryen#house of the dragon
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orrrr rafe having to deal with a tipsy reader but lowkey being overwhelmed at the whole situation cuz sheâs being so lovey dovey and clingy but theyâre not dating? đ
rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive comments
a/n: this is my first time posting iâm so scared loll hope you like it, thanks for sending itđ«¶đŒ btw english isnât my first language, let me know any mistakes.
âI donât know, Top!â You laughed loudly while talking to Topper, who, to be honest, wasnât actually funny. It was probably just the number of drinks youâd already had.
âGirl, youâre tipsy!â Topper laughed at you while sipping from his whiskey glass.
âIâm not.â You rolled your eyes and tried to take another shotâat least, you tried.
âYouâre done.â Rafe took the shot from your hand and moved it away from you. By the way, who knows where he had come from; you hadnât seen him since the party started.
âWhat do you mean Iâm done? Iâm just starting.â You gave the guy in front of you a funny look.
âI mean youâre done, princess. Letâs go.â Rafe took your arm and started guiding you through the crowd.
âBaby, youâre soooo boring.â You pouted at him once you arrived in the parking lot.
âBaby?â He raised his eyebrows, looking at you.
âWhatâs wrong? You call me princess all the damn time, I donât say shit to ya, big boy.â You rolled your eyes.
âWatch that mouth of yours.â He leaned back against his car.
âWhy are you so grumpy all the time?â You slowly got closer to him, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a little squeeze.
Rafe looked closely at your hands moving down his arms. âIâm not grumpy all the time.â
âIâm not grumpy all the time.â You imitated him in a funny voice and burst out laughing before giving him a kiss on the cheek. ââCourse you are.â You whispered in his ear.
Rafe cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at your eyes. âCome on, letâs get you home.â He tried to escape your little grip.
âI donât wanna go home, Ray!â You pouted again. âLetâs stay here; we could have so much fun! More fun than weâd have in your car, let me tell ya.â
âWhy are you so complicated?â He rolled his eyes.
âWhy are you so boring?â You teased him, poking his arms. âAlthough I can think of ways to have fun in your car too.â You got close to him, giving him a significant look.
âStop saying stuff like that.â He opened his eyes wide, feeling out of place.
âAre you freaking out, Rafey?â you asked, teasing.
âDonât call me that.â He frowned.
âWhy not? Thatâs what all your bitches call you.â
âNo! Just- just get in the car, kay?â He opened the passenger door so you could get in.
âWe adore a gentleman.â You said as you climbed into the car. He closed the door and walked around the car to get into the driverâs seat.
The atmosphere filled with an overwhelming silence; Rafe hadnât even started the car. You felt a little guilty.
While it was true that you werenât entirely sober, you werenât drunk either. You knew what you were doing; it was just that the bit of alcohol had given you the confidence to tell him things you wouldnât say when fully sober.
âRafe?â you asked nervously.
âMmh?â He didnât even look at you.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortableâI know weâre friends; I didnât mean to make you feel badââ Suddenly, you felt like the alcohol in your body had disappeared.
âHey, hey.â He looked at you. âItâs alright, itâs not that, kay?â He buried his head in his hands.
âSo? What is it?â You tilted your head to the side, confused.
He sighed. âYou know, all your attitudes and shit.â He waved his hand in the air, trying to make you understand. âYouâre getting all touchy and clingy.â
âOhââ You looked away.
âNo, no, hey.â He gently took your face and made you look at him. âLook at me, baby. Itâs not a bad thing; itâs alrightâitâs justâyouâre kinda cold all the time. Iâve never seen you this way, it freaked me out.â
âYouâve never been with a tipsy girl?â You giggled.
âNah, yeah, I have. I said Iâve never seen you this way. Itâs different.â He turned on the car.
âWhat do you mean? Why would it be?â
He turned on the radio.
âAre you ignoring me, Rafe?â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â You frowned.
âNah, Iâm not.â He said while steering with one hand on the wheel.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
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âClose Distanceâ ~ Lewis Hamilton short
Fluff âïž
Summary: In this short, Lewis Hamilton returns home after a long absence to his girlfriend, Y/N, only to realize that material gifts canât replace his presence.
WC: 700
The city lights of Monaco cast a soft, faint glow through the penthouse window, just enough to illuminate the living room where I sat, surrounded by a mess of textbooks, my laptop, and my half-finished notes. Iâd been up for hours, the world beyond my screen blurring, but the weight of the deadline looming over my head kept me from resting. Journalism was my dream, and now that I was pursuing a masterâs, I couldnât afford to slip up, especially not with Lewis paying for my tuition and supporting me in ways I couldnât repay.
But, lately, he was a world away. Another race, another city, always somewhere that wasnât here. Iâd learned to accept it, but Iâd be lying if I said it didnât sting.
When I finally dozed off, the warmth of familiar hands brushing my hair back and a soft kiss to my forehead pulled me gently awake. My eyes fluttered open, and there he wasâLewis, his face hovering over mine, a soft smile playing at his lips. He looked tired, but happy, like heâd been waiting for this moment all month.
âLewis?â I whispered, blinking in surprise. âI thought youâd be gone for a few more daysâŠâ
He chuckled, and the sound made me melt instantly. âI couldnât wait that long. I missed you too much.â He reached behind him, revealing a familiar small box, the sleek black and gold hinting at something extravagant even before he opened it.
Inside was a delicate Cartier bracelet and matching earrings, glinting in the dim light. I knew the routine wellâthis wasnât his first gift after being away, and I knew how much he loved to spoil me. I managed a smile, letting him slip the bracelet onto my wrist.
âThank you, Lewis,â I murmured, admiring the jewelry and trying to match his enthusiasm, but I could tell he noticed my hesitation.
A flicker of something passed through his eyesâdisappointment, maybe. âYou donât like it?â he asked, his voice softer than usual, a trace of uncertainty there.
âNo, no, itâs beautiful,â I insisted, meeting his gaze. âI love it. Itâs justâŠâ
But before I could finish, he stepped back, his brows knitting together in concern. âLately, it feels like you donât,â he said, his voice uncharacteristically flat. âEvery time I bring you something, you just⊠donât seem as happy as you used to be.â
The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache. I could tell he was hurt, confused, maybe even doubting whether heâd done something wrong.
âLewis,â I began, reaching out to him, âitâs not the gifts. Theyâre beautiful, really, but⊠they donât make up for you not being here.â
His shoulders slumped, and I could see him processing my words, trying to understand. âI just wanted to make you feel special,â he said, his voice quiet. âI thought, maybe if I could give you things, spoil you a bit, it would help⊠make up for the times I canât be here.â
I stepped closer to him, gently wrapping my arms around his waist. âLewis, you do make me feel special. But itâs not the things you buy, itâs⊠itâs you. Itâs when youâre here, just like this, when you hold me and I donât have to worry about you being halfway across the world. Thatâs what I miss.â
He let out a slow breath, as if the tension was finally melting away. âI didnât realize it was like that,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI thought the gifts would make you happy, that theyâd remind you Iâm still here, even when Iâm away. But maybe⊠I was just trying to fill the gap in the wrong way.â
I rested my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my cheek. âYou donât have to try so hard. I donât need more things, Lew. I just need you.â
He tightened his arms around me, his hands running soothingly over my back. âIâm sorry. Iâll do better. No more trying to buy your love when all you need is me.â
I laughed softly, and he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes held that same warmth, but now there was a new resolve in them, a promise. âThis winter break, youâre coming with me,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. âWherever I go, youâre coming too. I donât care if school says otherwise, weâll make it work.â
I smiled, the heaviness in my chest lifting as I held onto him, feeling the familiar warmth Iâd missed so much. âIâd love that,â I whispered, finally letting go of all the doubt and distance that had settled between us.
As we stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, I felt like everything was finally right again. He was here, and that was all I needed.
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A Quiet afternoon with the IC ? (established relationship with Cassian, caring for Nyx, child always listening to the little voice in their head)
The late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of the House of Wind, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. The Inner Circle had gathered for a casual afternoon together, the room filled with laughter and conversation as everyone enjoyed the rare peace. Feyre was perched on the couch beside Rhys, her eyes soft as she watched their son, Nyx, toddling around with you.
You were seated on the floor, your long, curly hair tumbling down your back as you helped Nyx with a little craft project. He was fascinated by the small pieces of paper you had folded for him, making them ready for him to use like a pretend chisel. Cassian, who sat nearby with a fond smile on his face, was watching the scene unfold, his love for you evident in the soft glow of his hazel eyes.
Nyx was a bundle of energy, his tiny hands grabbing at the paper with excitement. You laughed softly, explaining how to use the paper pieces while his bright, wide eyes stayed locked on your long hair as it cascaded down your back. He was a curious child, always reaching for things and exploring the world around him.
For just a second, your attention slipped away as Mor leaned in to speak with you, something about the latest gossip in Velaris catching your ear. You turned to her, your focus on her story, and in that brief moment, Nyx, with his little hands and even smaller scissors, snipped a strand of your long hair before anyone could stop him.
A collective gasp echoed through the room as a few loose curls tumbled down onto the floor. Nyxâs eyes went wide as he realized what heâd done, and you could feel the weight of the silence that fell over the group. Everyone froze, Feyreâs eyes widening in shock as she prepared to scold her son, but before she could say anything, you glanced down at the strand of hair, then at Nyxâs faceâhis expression a mix of confusion and guilt.
Cassian, sitting nearby, stiffened, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief. He loved your long hairâhe always said it was one of his favorite things about you. But before anyone could react further, you did something unexpected.
You smiled.
âItâs okay,â you said gently, picking up the scissors from Nyxâs tiny hands, your tone light and calm. âNyx, do you want to keep cutting?â
Everyone stared at you, wide-eyed, as you handed the scissors back to the little boy with a warm smile. Cassianâs eyes nearly bugged out of his head as you leaned forward, offering your hair to Nyx again. "Go ahead," you encouraged softly. âJust like before.â
Nyx hesitated for a moment, unsure, but at your gentle nod, he snipped again, and then again. Slowly, more curls fell to the floor, and soon, your once long, luscious hair was now uneven and much shorter.
The tension in the room was thick, but you remained calm, determined to turn this into a learning moment. As Nyxâs small hands dropped the scissors, he looked up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, clearly realizing what he had done.
You smiled warmly at him, picking him up and pulling him into your arms. "Thank you, Nyx," you said softly, ruffling his dark hair as you spoke. "You did a great job! Youâd make an amazing hairdresser one day. But," you continued, your tone shifting to a more serious but still gentle one, "itâs really important to ask first before you cut someoneâs hair, okay? You have to make sure theyâre okay with it. Itâs not kind to do it without asking, even if you're trying to help or have fun."
Nyxâs little face scrunched up in thought, his lips pouting as he processed what you were saying. âI understand,â he said, his voice small and sincere. âI wonât do it again. Iâm sorry.â
You hugged him tightly, pressing a kiss to his head. "Itâs okay, little one. We all make mistakes. And look," you said, pulling back and giving him a playful grin, "I look pretty cool now, right? Do you think Iâm still beautiful?â
Nyxâs face lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Youâre always beautiful!" he said with the earnestness only a child could have.
Your heart warmed, and you pressed another kiss to his head before setting him down. He toddled back over to Feyre, who gave you a grateful, relieved smile.
Cassian, however, looked utterly devastated. His mouth was still slightly open, his eyes flicking between you and the pile of your hair on the floor. "Your hair," he mumbled, almost whining. "Your long, beautiful hair... it's gone."
You chuckled softly and walked over to him, your uneven haircut bouncing with each step. Cassian reached out to pull you into his lap, his large hands immediately threading through the shortened strands. "I canât believe you let him cut it," he muttered, his brows furrowed. "Now my hair is longer than yours."
You laughed, running your hand through his longer locks playfully. "Iâll grow it back," you reassured him, leaning into his chest. "But Nyx learned something today. And besides," you teased, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, "I think I still look good, right?"
Cassianâs eyes softened as he gazed down at you, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "You always look good," he murmured, brushing a thumb along your jawline. âEven with this short hair. But... I might miss the old length.â
You grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "Iâll grow it back," you promised again, your voice full of warmth.
Rhysand, who had been watching the entire situation unfold with a smirk, shook his head. "You handled that beautifully," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "Much better than I would have."
Feyre laughed softly, relieved that the tension had broken, and Nyx, now back in her lap, looked at you with nothing but adoration. "Thank you for being so patient with him," she added, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "I think weâll stick to paper crafts from now on."
As the conversation resumed, the weight of the moment lifted, and the warmth and laughter returned to the room. Cassianâs arms remained securely around you, his chin resting on top of your head as he mumbled something about how he would never let you near scissors again.
But even with your new, uneven haircut, you felt nothing but love and contentment. You had turned a chaotic moment into something positive, and more importantly, Nyx had learned a valuable lessonâand Cassian would just have to live with your short hair for a while.
And judging by the way he kept kissing your temple, it wasnât so bad after all.
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Gift of the magi is mostly from Della's point of view, and we don't spend much time with Jim except their first scene together, "my hair/my watch" and the last scene of their story. The show itself plays with this expectation in "What did you do", where we see a really mean Jim that has nothing to do with the guy we've seen happily singing "christmas eve" some minutes ago and Della herself admiting that he won't do that.
But then we reach Jim and Della's reunion after she's cut her hair. The narrator is right by saying he has a strange expression that is hard to read, as Curt is conveying so many emotions at the same time: we see confusion, sadness, some dissapointment and a slight regret just by one look. Jim takes some time to talk, which makes Della even more anxious than she was. This rubs into the spectator too, doubting Della's words and afraid of what Jim is going to say. But then he says, with the brightest smile in the world "You're more beautiful than ever". And that's the best summary one could do of who Jim is.
I really love how Jim is written (and acted!) because of how this scene is played. During the whole gift exchange, his only goal is to make Della happy and comfort her after what she has given. And when Jim realizes what they have done, the first thing he does is be closer to her, ask her to spend time with him. I reallly like that Curt and Janaya hug during Clark's verse, and that they include a close up of them in the pro-shot. Jim and Della deserve a quiet moment to display their affection, but it is also a really realistic portrayal of these kind of conflics and affection. This joined to the switch of gifts at the ends just wrappes one of my favorite Starkid stories period.
The sincerity and heart of this story, as well as the other two, is one of the things that make VHSCCs such a special project. It's just so earnest and you can see how everyone (especial shoutout to Curt and Janaya for their performance) loves the story just as much as we do and understands their importance. Thank you Clark Baxtresser for such a wonderful show <3
#i think this year is going to be a gift of the magi year. and it couldn't be any other way#starkid#vhsccs#vhs christmas carols#jim vhsccs#della vhsccs#curt mega#janaya mahealani jones#hyl rambles
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Do You Hate Me
Pairing: Drummer!Kate Bishop x Fan!Reader
Word Count: 2335
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Smut, Daddy kink, P in V, Cum strap, StoneTop!Kate, PleasureDom!Kate, Hints to breeding, Um not sure there is much more.
Pt 1
A/n: I must always give thanks for the help from @wandamaximoffsbadgirl on writing this one. This turned from idea's about Drummer!Kate into an impromptu fic. It was done before Kinktober and just needed edited up and finished. So that is what I did. Sorry that I didn't get the last fic of Kinktober done I just couldn't bring myself to write the last one cause I didn't really know what to do with it. Maybe one day but I'm not to sure. So to make up for it here is more Drummer!Kate.
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Your fingers slowly trail down Kateâs body. You want to be able to touch your girlfriend, giving her the same pleasure that she gives you. Youâre shocked when her hands grab your wrist and stop you. Her grip is tight, tighter than she has ever held you. âKatie that hurts.âÂ
Kate quickly lets your hands go. âIâm sorry baby I didnât mean to. Just please donât touch me like that.â Her tone is harsh. She is acting in a way that you have never seen her before.Â
âKate why canât I-â Kate cuts you off.
âI said donât.â Itâs like you can see an internal battle going on within Kate. Her eyes showed a different emotion than her expression. âJust donât touch me please.â
Youâre so confused and hurt by your girlfriend's outburst. âFine!â Your words are louder than you had intended them to be but you donât really care. You get up and walk out of the room. You donât know where you are going but you just put on your shoes and walk out the door.Â
Itâs only a few minutes later before Kate gets up and goes looking for you knowing that she needs to explain to you why she stopped you. But panic takes over when she realizes you're not there anymore. Your shoes and keys are gone from beside the door. She quickly throws on her boots and runs out the door.Â
Itâs dark out and the air is damp as you walk along the eerily quiet streets. You donât know how you walk but the hurt doesnât seem to leave you. You never thought you were good enough for Kate and this just solidifies your spiraling thoughts. That you will never be good enough for her.Â
Your face scrunches when you feel cold water drop down on your face. You look up as the sky fills with little droplets of water. The rain starts to fall down steadily making you let out a groan. You already feel terrible and now this. You accept your fate as you sit down on the bench a few steps behind you. Letting the cold rain soak into your skin as your fight with Kate swirls in your mind. You dropped everything to be with Kate and now she doesnât want you. Youâre alone and cold.
Kate begins to panic more when the rain begins to fall. The storm clouds above let's all the held water fall down. She doesnât know where you went and now itâs raining. All she wants is for you to be back in her arms, to explain everything. She wants you to understand just how much she loves you and that will never change in her eyes. So she runs looking wherever she can to find you. How could you have gone so far in so little time.Â
You donât know how long you sit there for, until you hear your name being called while Kate is running up to you. She pulls you up and hugs you tightly. She pulls you back a little to look you over. âI was so worried.â Kate has tears in her eyes.Â
âWhat does it matter, Kathrine.â It stung when you used her full name.Â
âOh Y/n/n, come on, don't be like that, please. Just come back with me, we can have a bath together and I'll explain myself.â Kate tries and you want to say no but she's giving puppy eyes.
Kate tries to hold your hand, but you pull it back and cross your arms. You follow behind her, still hurt and salty. You're both dripping wet when you both get inside.Â
Kate starts the bath and goes to help you undress. âI can do it myself.â You snap. Kate pulls back, mumbling out an okay before turning away to undress herself. When you're done pulling off your wet clothes, you step into the warm bath. Sinking into it, you let out a moan as the warmth elopes you. Kate stands there bouncing on the balls of her feet unsure now if she should join you. Â
âAre you just gonna stand there?â You ask feeling awkward now that Kate was second guessing if she should join you. She cautiously steps into the bath in front of you. Sinking down and sitting in front of you.Â
Kate looks down and plays with her fingers. âI'm sorry.â She mumbles. You've never seen her so reserved which makes you feel bad for being so mad.Â
You chew on your lip, taking in a deep breath. âI just... did I do something wrong? Do...do you not want me, Kate? I just...I wanna make you feel just as good as you make me feel.â
Kate reaches out, brushing your tears away. âBaby, it absolutely is not that. You do make me feel good, better than I've ever felt.â Kate cups your cheek, a soft smile on her face.
You look into her eyes, tears still shining. âThen why?âÂ
Kate takes a deep breath trying to gather her thoughts. âPrincess I get off just from watching you. I don't need it and I don't particularly like it either. It's nothing to do with you. I am more than satisfied.âÂ
You look at her mulling over her words. âS-so you're um what's it called.â
Kate smiles. âStone top. Yes.âÂ
âOhhhhh.â You think for a moment, brow furrowing. âS-so you don't like hate me? Or think I'm disgusting? Orââ Kate cuts you off, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whimper into it before melting into her.Â
âI think you are the most amazing girl in the whole world.â Kate beatles against your lips.Â
You lean your body into hers. âI don't deserve you.â You mumble.Â
âDon't ever say that princess. I don't know what I would do without you. The day I saw you my life changed for the better.â You want to touch her, but you hesitate. Your hands hovering, almost ghosting over her skin. âGo ahead, princess.â Your head shoots up, eyes meeting hers.
You lean more into her and lay your head on her chest as you let yourself lazily draw patterns on her chest, letting your fingers drift down slowly.Â
Kate let's out a soft noise. Softer than you've ever heard out of your girlfriend. You lay your head on her chest, taking a deep breathing, letting your hand fall, brushing past her nipple. You feel as her breath quickens slightly at the sensation. You trace your fingers around her nipple waiting to see if she stops you. She lets out a shuttered breath. You smile, letting your thumb brush across her now hardened nipple
âIs this ok baby?â You ask, actually stopping what you're doing. She lets out a soft moan. You look up at her and you pull her down to kiss her. You still tease her nipple as you swallow her whimpers. You keep teasing, seeing how far you can push her as you roll her pebbled nipple between your fingers. She finally grabs your wrist, pulling both behind your back.Â
âYou're playing a dangerous game, princess.â Kate husks against the shell of your ear.Â
You gasp. âWhat are you going to do Daddy? Hmmm, punish me.â You tease her knowing that you hadn't actually done anything to warrant one but just want to press her buttons a little.Â
Kate is quick to stand lifting you up with her. Not caring about leaving a wet trail behind you both.Â
âI'm not going to punish you princess but I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow.âÂ
Shivering at her words.You cling tight to her. âOh will you Daddy?â You try to sound tough, but you know that she knows.Â
Kate tosses you on the bed, making you squeak before crawling to hover over you. âOh princess, I'm going to use my biggest strap. You know that new one special one we just got. I'm going to slit that pretty little pussy open.â She growls and kisses you harshly.Â
You feel your body heat up at the mention of the new strap. A thick purple one that was cum filled. A whimper leaving you. âPlease Daddy I've been wanting to get to use it!' You started begging already forgetting about what happened earlier.
Kate chuckles at your neediness. âLook at you begging Daddy to fuck you. You want me to stretch that pretty little pussy around my big strap hmm.âÂ
You whine at the thought. âPlease.â Kate leans down, giving you a kiss before leaving to go grab the strap. Coming out, and the moment you see her, you clench around nothing. âFuck...DaddyâŠâ She smirks as she gets closer to you.Â
âTell Daddy exactly what you want, Princess.â Kate is cocky knowing she has you right where she wants you.Â
You squirm as you look at the large size. âWa-want Daddy to fuck me.âÂ
Kate gives you a faux pout. âPrincess, you need to tell me how. You want Daddy to shove that pretty face into the pillows as I fuck you from behind.â You clench at the thought and nod. âWords princess.â She reminds you.Â
A whine coming out of your throat. âPlease Daddy want you to fuck me from behind and push me into the pillows. Want to scream so loud for you the pillows don't muffle it. Please.â You see her eyes dilate at your words. Light blues become dark like a storm.Â
You watch as Kateâs calm demeanor turns to feral. âHands and knees princess.â She growls out. You barely have time to get into the position before Kate is behind you. âFuck I can't wait to ruin you.â Her hands caress your hips. You instantly want to fall apart for her. Do exactly as she asks. Your pleasure is hers and hers is yours. You feel her slowly push through your folds, getting herself all slicked up before you feel the tip at your entrance. You shiver and whimper.Â
âPlease Daddy...pleaseâŠâ Kate slowly pushes her hips forward. Your walls stretch to accommodate her large size. Though the stretch is slightly painful, it feels so good. Your arms are already wobbly the further she pushes in. You're already panting from it all. Already so overwhelming. Her hand goes on the back of your head, grabbing your hair as she starts thrusting, setting a brutal pace that has your head spinning.Â
âFuck you always feel so good taking my cock like a good little slut. You're Daddy's slut, aren't you?â Kate grunts with every thrust of her hips.Â
You moan loudly as words fail you. Your brain instantly turning to mush as she fucks you. Â
When you don't answer Kate stops. She wraps her hand around your throat and pulls you back against her chest and whispers in your ear. âDaddy asked you a question princess. Are you Daddy's slut?â You whimper.Â
âMmm I-I Da-Daddy's little sl-slut.â Kate lets go of your neck and pushes your face down into the pillow.Â
âGood girl.â Kate grunts as she picks the pace back up. Â
You moan loudly, what else are you supposed to do because words aren't an option. âAh...ah...ahâŠâ It's the only thing coming out, but you're practically screaming as she hits your spot just right.
Kate is panting above you as your walls suck her in. She reaches down between your legs, finding your clit and circling her fingers around. You can't help the scream that escapes your lips. Your body is trembling under her as you're so close to falling over the edge.
âAh...Daddy...fuck fuck please...I'm gonna...gonna cum!â You hear the chuckle the rumbles out of her.Â
âYou want to cum all over Daddy's cock? Hm?â Kate asks and suddenly you're shy again. Just like always though Kate secretly hoped you'd never stop being like this with her.Â
âPlease Daddy let me cum on your cock.â Kate lets out a satisfied hum before pulling you up against her and whispering in your ear.Â
âDo you want Daddy to fill you up princess?â Kateâs thrusts are still hitting you perfectly deep inside that your legs are trembling. You're so close to falling over the edge.Â
You whine and nod so desperately. âPl-please daddy want your cum.â It comes out as a whimper, but your words satisfy the drummer.Â
âCum on my cock princess, Daddy's going to fill you nice and full.â That's all it takes as your eyes roll back in your head and you cum harder than you ever have in your life. Your walls desperately sucking Kateâs cock further in as she continues to pound into you.Â
As you ride out your high, Kate's powerful thrusts down slow as she finally releases the cum deep inside of you. The added feeling of being filled causes another smaller orgasm to rip through you. âA-Ah fuck Daddy.â Your moans are loud, bouncing off the walls.Â
You think Kate will slow down now that she has filled you up but she doesnât. You let out a small whine and Kate shushes you softly. âDaddy hasnât cum yet and Daddy promised you princess that you wonât be walking when Iâm through with you.â She nibbles on your ear causing you to gasp. âIâm going to keep filling this pretty little pussy till you're dripping with my sweet sweet cum.â
By the end of the night you have lost count on how many times that you have cum and Kate has even lost count of how many times she has. Your bodies now in a tangled mess of limbs as your body lays on top of your girlfriends. Kate insists that the strap stays buried deep inside you. A promise to wake you up close to another orgasm. Youâre slowly drifting off to sleep when you feel lips pressed to your head and a whispered I love you from Kate. Youâre so exhausted that you slur out an unfinished I love you to Kate as sleep takes over.
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Hi!! thank you for taking requests! Can I please request Wonwoo - Hurt Prompt 30#
Thank you! đ©”
hello dear! thank you so much for requesting! đ hopefully you will like it!
hurt prompt: 'you could've died!'. 'i didn't.' 'well you were pretty fucking close!'
to wonwoo it felt like an euphoria. you can tell just from the way he runs back to you, grinning from ear to ear, completely oblivious to inner turmoil that's happening inside of you. his eyes are sparkling and his excitement spills out in form of loud ramblings and grand gestures. you try to keep up, to fake a smile and calm your racing heart, but it's hard to give back the same energy to your boyfriend, when you had a full blown panic attack.
'hey, babe, what's wrong?' he asks, finally clocking your unusual quietness. 'did something happen?'
you can not say a thing - that is an option. that is the option that will guarantee you both a good night with no fights. but letting this rot inside of you is a bad idea, so you go for the truth: 'i can't believe you went over there, when everyone knows how dangerous that is.'
wonwoo catches anger notes in your voice easily and frowns, confused by the reaction. 'yes? well, motorsport is dangerous, yes. nothing happened though.'
but it could have you want to scream at his face, but for now your patience did not snap. you try to stay calm, while explaining how watching him do all of this made you feel like you're drowning. that it made you anxious, stressed and set off all alarms in your brains to a panic mode. how when he fell you stopped breathing, your heart froze and didn't beat until he stood up and waved that everything is fine. wonwoo listens attentively like he always does, but it's clear that your words don't ring any bells, when he pinpoints all the special things he wore for safety.
'it's not like i was doing it professionally,' wonwoo finishes, getting irritated with the fact that something that brough him so much joy is not being put down. 'so it's all good.'
'you could've died!' you finally give in to the urge to shout.
'i didn't.' wonwoo cuts off, looking around. he always hated messy fights in front of the audience and he hoped you were not about to start one. 'i just fell. i didn't die.'
'well you were pretty fucking close!' you hiss, hitting his chest with all the strength you have.
wonwoo catches your hand, glaring at you as he quietly asks you to calm down. his tone implies on a highest level of annoyance from his side and tears cloud your vision, because he doesn't understand and to him you're just throwing a tantrum about nothing.
'you mean so much me, how do you think i felt when you fell?' you whisper in a shaky voice.
that seems to get through his brain and wonwoo's eyes widen. his grip on your hand instantly slackens and he pulls you in a hug, noticing your tears. 'oh,' he mutters, hugging you close. 'i'm- i'm sorry baby, don't cry.'
he didn't get it, you know. he's acting like this right now only because sight of your tears always affects him strongly; he still thinks you're overreacting in the end. hugging him back, you think that maybe for now this is enough. maybe later you will be able to explain him how mortifying it is when you watch someone you love do something dangerous. that would be later though. for now, you snuggle into his arms and sigh, being happy with understanding that he is here and he is safe and well. that is enough for now.
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[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]
Iconic fics by ...
- disgruntledkittenface -
[1]
âSo,â he says casually, looking from Nick back to Louis, âyou and Nick didnât come back to the bar last night.â
And the sentence just hangs in the air between them, like an accusation. Louis can practically see the effort Harryâs putting in to keep his face neutral, but the intense frog expression creeps its way back in. And suddenly Louis get it.
Harry is jealous.
He wants to laugh. Itâs preposterous to think of, being jealous of Nick of all people. Nick who can see Louisâ feelings for Harry written all over his face and in everything he does.
âYeah, after we went for a smoke, I just felt like going home,â Louis explains, biting back a smile. Knowing heâs not being clear enough, he continues, âNick just walked with me, stretching those ridiculous legs of his, I guess, but Liam picked him up as soon as we got back to my apartment building.â
Harry is still glowering. Itâs ridiculous. Itâs so fucking cute. Louis is so fucked.
[2]
âI do! We do,â Harry says, looking at Louis, who smiles warmly at him. âI just always thought I would adopt, but I guess I see the issues here for, like⊠succession?â
âYes, my successor has to be a biological relative,â Louis says gently. âLottie wants no part of it, thatâs why she was so eager to donate eggs. And Iâm not sure if sheâll have children of her own.â
âIt is actually a matter of state,â HervĂ© adds, not unkindly. âSecuring the line of succession secures Monacoâs status as an independent principality. If there is no biological heir, upon the princeâs passing then the state would be absorbed by France.â
âOh, fuck,â Nick mutters, summing up how Harry feels. Well, he wasnât wrong when he tried to tell Harry what a big fucking deal all of this would be.Â
[3]
âSorry to bother,â he says lowly, dripping sarcasm. âBut would you mind shutting the fuck up? Youâre ruining the show for the rest of us with your passive-aggressive bullshit.â Â
Harry automatically twists around to see the coupleâs response; it looks like husband is gearing up for a retort, but there are quiet murmurs of agreement from the people around them, and the man on his seatmateâs other side even claps him on the back in thanks. Chagrined, the couple slump down in their seats, their lips unhappily sealed.
Harry turns to the man next to him, whoâs already looking at him from under the smudge of long, dark lashes that frame his blue eyes. A slow grin overtakes Harryâs face as he meets the manâs steady gaze. For once his words donât fail him, and he leans in just close enough so the man will be able to hear him as he whispers âthank you.â
[4]
âIs that another new tattoo, Z?â she asks, reaching out and gently turning Zaynâs arm to get a better look. âOh, yin yang, right?â
Louis immediately squeezes Harryâs thigh, turning to her with wide eyes, but Harryâs too busy fishing for a thin slice of cucumber at the bottom of her glass to register whatâs happening. Zayn is still holding her arm out so Liam can see the tattoo when she glances up and Louis pointedly looks from her to the tattoo and back again. Harryâs confused face is adorable, she looks like a disgruntled kitten trying to surmise what Louis is attempting to silently communicate. It takes a minute, but understanding finally dawns in her eyes and she claps her large hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
âWhat?â Zayn asks, throwing a dirty look at them.
âNothing,â Louis manages in a strangled voice. âNothing! Great tattoo. Harry? Shall we?â
- Answers Below -
[1] you came into my life
They stand around talking for a minute and then Jonathan starts to ramble, âHas there ever been, like, an unrequited gay love story in here? Like a Brokeback Mountain moment where, like, someone just fell in love and they didnât mean to?â
Louis feels bile rise in his throat as Jonathanâs eyes sparkle, pleading for a yes. He manages to look around and see thoughtful looks on his coworkersâ faces before their heads shake no.
âNot here,â Liam says finally.
When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louisâ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louisâ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears â and the only guy heâs ever been able to see a future with.
[2] Darling, so it goes
Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesnât think theyâll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes heâs ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesnât know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and heâs more determined than ever to prove them wrong.
He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.
Grace Kelly AU.
[3] just one look (and i fell so hard)
Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. âWell, I shouldââÂ
âDo you want to come up?âÂ
The words are out of Harryâs mouth before heâd even planned them, and he bites his lip. Â
âOh, thank god,â Louis laughs, stepping back into Harryâs space. âI wasnât, umâŠâÂ
âWasnât ready to let go of you yet,â Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis.Â
âYeah,â Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harryâs curls in his fingers. âYeah, exactly.â
Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.
[4] i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine
Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as sheâs starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friendsâ wedding â with a new girlfriend as her plus one.
Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but itâs only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding â what could happen?
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hi ! how does suo, sakura and kaji (of u write him) when they annoy the hell out of the reader (playfully) and the reader doesnât want to talk to him anymore how do they comfort the sulking reader?? thank u! i hope you dont die
apology (un)accepted! . wind breaker
where wbk men annoys the hell out of you and you sulk. how do they convince you to forgive them?
featuring : suou hayato, sakura haruka, kaji ren.
cw : fluff fluff fluff, sakura and kaji not being able to apologize, kisses in suou(i just like him ok)
a/n : OHMYGOD ITS ALMOST THE END OF THE YEARâand i just wrote this?!?! this request has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS... anon u might as well be dusty rnđđđ also that last part... r u threatening međ±đ±
KAJI REN :
seriously? you're upset over that? he knows you're a little sensitive sometimes, but he didn't expect you to be this sensitive. he just put your water bottle on top of the fridge and laughs at you because you couldn't reach it, and now you're mad at him because of it. he's been 'trying' to apologize, but you would just ignore him.
well, of course, since his apology attempt is just him trying to make small talk with you. he's not good with it, okay? he's been trying to get you to talk just atleast a little, offering you one of his candies, sitting besides you, and even took off his headphone to put besides you and act as if he had lost it so you could give it back to him. he was sure you both would talk like normal again after that, but he was oh so wrong.
you were still upset.
after many unsuccessful 'apology' attempts, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and text his friend, kusumi, to ask for advice. he knows that kusumi probably has never been in a relationship before, but he's great at communicating with people. so he could probably help him, that's what kaji thought. after texting him, kusumi told kaji to "just apologize directly and everything will be okay:)".
well, that doesn't help. after reading kusumi's text for what felt like an hour, he finally mustered up the courage to approach you on the sofa and apologize. "sorry, for earlier." you were happy that he actually apologized, but you want him to be more genuine. so you told him that. "ugh, i'm sorry, okay? dont...ignore me like that again, dumbass."
he may have called you a dumbass, but you're 100% sure that he didn't mean it.
SUOU HAYATO :
would immediately notice your change in behaviour, and he would immediately apologize. but, you being you, stays upset for the whole day. he is so confused on what to do. he offers you tea, he apologized again, but you still won't budge. what do you want him to do? get on his knees so you would forgive him?
well, he can do that. when he does, you immediately told him to stand up and asks what he's doing. "what do you mean? i'm just asking for your forgiveness, love." he says, as if stating the obvious. you waved both your hands in panic infront of your face, saying that he doesn't have to go that far for your forgiveness.
"oh? what do you want me to do, then?" he asked once again, and you go quiet. your fingers are trembling because you can't just possibly tell him to do whatever you want for your forgiveness. but you did anyway. not with your words, but with your actions. you lift your hand and use your finger to point to your lips, asking him to kiss you.
his eyes went wide slightly before he chuckled and approached you. he grabbed you by your chin and gave you a peck on your lips. he pulled back then whispered, "if you want that as an apology, you could've said so since the beginning."
SAKURA HARUKA :
oh, oh no. he's upset that you're upset. well, he's not angry at you. he's confused as to why you would get so upset over a simple little joke. all he did was hid your phone under the pillows in the living room, pretended not to see itâalthough it failed because he's bad at stifling his laughs, then reveals it to you. he doesn't understand why you would get upset over that.
not only that, sakura is the WORSE(with italic and bold) at apologizing. even worse than kaji. he has way too much pride in himself to actually apologize, which make this predicament much worser for the both of you. but of course, since you're his lovely partner, he'd try his best to apologize to you.
it took a lot of practice in the bathroom, and he finally had the courage to approach you and apologize, even though he is still stuttering. but, when he had the courage, an hour has passed already, and you aren't even upset at him anymore. so when he came up to you and mumbled, "hey, i'm... um... s-sorry, y'know. for earlier. i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." you just chuckled softly at him before quickly pulling him into a hug. you tell him that no, you're not upset anymore at him, and that you appreciate his effort to apologize at you by practicing his apology over and over again for an hour.
he asks you to never mention that last part ever again.
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Lucifer was a bit shocked. But then, this was Michael, it's to be expected. He's seen and gone through some shit. He's got experience.
As much as he hates to admit it, Lucifer has thought about it. He trusts Adam and cares about him, but he'd be a fool if he didn't understand that Adam is dangerous. Even if he doesn't mean to be.
Of he tripped and landed on Charlie or Lucifer, they'd be dead.
Lucifer: ...I can do it. But... I'd can I have you as back up? Just incase?
Michael nodded: Of course. One call or text, and I'm on my way. Of you'd like, we can set up a security system here. This place is big, he wouldn't notice.
Lucifer: That could be a good idea.
Michael: Do you know how long he'll be down during this... growth spurt?
Lucifer: No. He said he'd need to move around, but it'll be very painful. So he won't be able to go far.
Michael: All right. Give me a message when it's started, and I'll get a small team in. They'll be quick and quiet. He won't know.
Lucifer felt horrible for doing this behind Adam's back, but it it could save his daughters life in the future, then it's worth it.
Lucifer: Thanks, Michael. Really.
Michael: Of course.
Michael looked just past Lucifer and saw Adam standing there. He didn't look like he heard anything, but he did look curious. Michael quickly changed the subject.
Michael: Would you still be interested in some jobs? You'll still need to come in for training, I hope you understand. We have a daycare fir when you need Charlie to be looked after.
Lucifer: Hm. I guess I better get back into it. You'd need to give me more notice of course, it'll take me a while to walk from her to my car-.
Adam: Knock the houses down.
Michael and Lucifer turned to Adam, looking confused. Michael stared him down, so he could hear them. Interesting.
Lucifer: Huh?
Adam: The houses in the village. No one's there. You could have a driveway... just knock them down.
Michael: ...it's possible.
Lucifer: Oh. Well. I mean... I don't know if that's respectful-
Adam: Their dead, babe. I don't think their going home anytime soon. It's just an idea- don't mind me!
Lucifer and Michael watched Adam walk back until the room he was cleaning.
Michael looked at Lucifer. Hopefully, that made him a little uncomfortable.
Lucifer: I want to give you something.
Michael raised an eyebrow and watched as Lucifer walked over to an ornate dresser. Reaching behind it, he pulled out a dagger.
Michael: What is that-?
Lucifer: Shh!
Lucifer pushed the dagger of death's flowers into Michael's hand.
Lucifer: This stops the regeneration- makes it possible to kill the. I don't know ow if it hurts, Adam, but I want you to have it.
Michael looked over the blade before nodding and handing it to one of his men, who packaged it.
Michael: All right. That should be us. Adam! Can I contact you in a month time for those tests!?
Adam: Yeah, babe! Go for it!
Michael: Thank you! I'll contact you Lucifer if there are any jobs available.
Lucifer nodded and walked Michael and his men out. He waved as they walked down the hill. He walked inside to the kitchen, which was cleaned and repaired. He had food and blood to put away.
This shod last them a month or so.
Have you seen Resident Evil: Village? All I'm saying is Adam and Emily as two of the three sisters and Sera as Lady Dimitrescu.
Lucifer is Ethan trying to find Charlie.
At first, Adam was on his mother and sisters side- but because they have a weird thing against dudes, he eventually helps Lucifer.
Trust me, it feels illegal not to make Adam the stunning Lady Dimitrescu, but for story reasons, he'll be one of her kids.
I mean, their hot. What can I say? Adam would look great like this đ€·
Adam: Mmm- man flesh~.
Lucifer: ...Kinda gay, man.
Adam: It's not gay.
Lucifer: It is- man flesh? Really?
Adam: ...
Lucifer: ...
Adam: *stabs sickle into his leg and drags him away* Mother!
I have seen it! Ha I love this. ((Yes he'd rock being the Lady of the house đ©))
Lucifer: Ow!! What the fuck!?
Adam: It's not gay! Mother was right.
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Seven Sentence Sunday
New Sunday, new hopes! This is another snippet from my fantasy(ish) Tarlos AU. Thank you @emsprovisions for the tag!
âWhat is that, Mrs. Reyes?â TK asks, pointing at a sturdy chest of gleaming metal that emits a soft hum.
âThatâs a refrigerator, TK. It keeps food cold,â she explains, moving toward a pot simmering over a low flame, the source of the aroma that wafts through the room.
âRefrigerator,â he repeats slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion as he approaches it. He places a hand on its polished surface, then grips the handle and pulls it open.
His eyes widen as a soft glow spills out, illuminating shelves filled with cheeses, vibrant fruits, meats wrapped in strange coverings, small jars of unknown substances, and so much more he doesnât recognize.
âHow do you feel about tacos?â Mrs. Reyesâ voice gently disrupts his exploration, prompting him to close the refrigerator. Sheâs skillfully slicing a vegetable on a wooden boardâan onion by the looks of it.
He takes a step toward her. âI like âtacos,ââ he begins, âbut in my land, we call them onions,â he adds, stretching his neck to look at the meat sizzling in the pot.
Mrs. Reyes chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement. âWe call them onions too. âTacoâ is the name of a dish made with meat, cheese, beans, vegetablesâanything really,â she says in a soft voice.
TK frowns as he tries to picture the dish. âI think Iâd like tacos then,â he states, his mind still focused on the refrigerator and the television.
âMrs. Reyes, if you donât have magic, how does everything work? Your lanterns, the ârefrigeratorââeverything seems powered by magic, but it isnât,â he asks, looking around the room and noticing more and more strange objects and boxes.
âTechnology,â she replies. âScience,â she adds, noticing TKâs confusion.
âOh, like alchemy?â he inquiries, a glint of understanding surfacing in his thoughts.Â
Mrs. Reyes looks at him. âSure,â she shrugs, a smile breaking across her lips.
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