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axcel-lucci · 1 year ago

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Trick or tease

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: decided to take a break for a moment lol, and I kinda wanna be a little dirty-

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"Captain would LOVE this!" Ikkaku giggled as she hands (y/n) an outfit far too revealing to be a Halloween costume.

"D-do I have to wear this...? It seems... So embarrassing..." She muttered while staring at the outfit.

"It's not like captain's going out with us, and you want to stay so... Might as well enjoy, right?" Ikkaku grinned making (y/n) sigh heavily

"I see your point... But this is rather... Odd... Why do you simply have this in your closet? Specifically, in my size?"

"Ah well..."

...

The crew had left to go have fun on halloween, what will they do? Eh, who cares.

She put the outfit on and it was an overly sexualised bunny outfit in black, the top being right as hell, almost like a corset, and has no way to latch into her skin other than its tightness since it doesn't even have sleeves, her legs basically just being covered with fishnet stockings and good thing she has black heels to match.

What's left is the bunny ears and uh... Tail.

"Who's into this stuff?" She muttered to herself as she squeezed the fluffy tail in her hand that has a very obvious plug to stick inside her.

It just so happens the outfit has a hole to stick it inside without ruining it.

"And why does Ikkaku has this??" She also muttered

She puts on the ears first, since it was easier, and had to stop herself from whining too loud when she pushed the plug inside her unprepared ass, it was a weird sensation but it gave her pleasure nonetheless.

'so embarrassing...' she thought as she walked a few steps and whining softly at the pleasure on her backside.

"Will he even like this...?" She muttered before huffing with a frown.

A blush starting to form and her panties basically starting to dampen at every step she takes

"I shouldn't have put that there..." She said lowly before standing outside his office door.

"Come in" he said before she could even knock, damn his good haki.

She took a breath before exhaling to calm herself.

Walking in and closing the door behind her, Law was still studying in his desk, not noticing what she wore until he heard her heels clicking against the wooden floorboards.

He looked up from his book and his jaw dropped.

His already so beautiful and sexy woman in an even more sexier outfit, outlining her curves and practically every line he could see.

His boom was long forgotten as he stared at her with wide eyes and jaw dropping even more when she huffed and placed a hand on his desk

"Trick or treat... Captain" she muttered with a slight blush.

When he looked at her, he couldn't help but feel his pants tighten so much it was painful.

"H-hey...! Stop staring at me! I-is this alright...? Or should I have just called you into the bedroom instead...?" She muttered as she checked herself a little to make sure everything was in place

He couldn't help but lean when he saw the fluffy tail, he couldn't help but wonder if it was part of the costume or a plug-in. Only one way to find out.

"Come here" he said with a heavy tone

She walked around the desk to stand in front of him, he marveled at how beautiful the outfit was.

"So pretty..." He muttered before reaching out to her thighs, squeezing them tightly and pulling her close until she's standing, quite literally, between his legs.

His hands explored her legs while he kissed her abdomen while staring up at her with lust slowly filling his eyes, "did the crew put you up to this?"

"N-not really..." She gasped when he squeezed her ass tightly and his finger playing with the tail, making it wiggle inside her

"Oh?"

"I wanted to uhm... You know... So I asked Ikkaku and she helped me..."

"I see..." He smirked when he figured out that it was indeed a plug in, "I'll have to thank her tomorrow... The crew's out, yeah?"

"Mhmm" she nodded, words left her once he grabbed hold of the tail and moving it around by playing with it on the outside, "l-law... I... Mhh" she whined and gripped his shoulders

"You should've said trick or tease because this surely seemed to be a treat and a tease." He chuckled when he pulled it out slightly and shoving it back with a harsh thrust making her howl a moan, "but definitely a tease."

"L-law...! P-please..." She panted

"Definitely using this hole" he smirked

"H-huh...? But we've never really..."

"Ahh... I know" he smirked as he stood up and picked her up, "I'll take care of you. Promise"

He carried her to their room and locking it behind him just in case.

He placed her gently on the bed before turning her around so that her ass was in the air and her chest against the mattress.

"Come now..." He smirked as me pulled out their box of toys.

Contrary to popular belief, he loves using them on her, mostly because they bring her to much more reactions and resulting into more begging, in which he both loves.

"Let's remove this..." He smirked when she whined at him slowly pulling it out.

Until it popped out of her making her sigh in pleasure.

Remember the hole that the tail just went in? As it turns out, it was kinda big. Just closed up by a zipper.

Law licked his lips when he slowly unzipped her backside, revealing the already wet and slightly prepared hole.

"Now be quiet bunny,I'm preparing you for some mating." He smirked before pulling out beads in his pile.

He slowly but surely started teasing her with them, putting one in and popping it right out, putting them all in ever so slowly until she cries when he pulls them out in one tug.

By the time he knew he was done, her back side already felt so sensitive a small drop of lube might even make her come.

He hummed a little, "not enough" he smirked when he lubed up a dildo and slowly pushed it inside her with a teasing pace making her gasp and clench on the sheets with a drawn out, tired moan.

Once fully inside, he gave her some time to adjust before mercilessly pounding the toy in and out of her.

By this time, she was moaning against the sheets and a coil building up inside her, ready to snap.

Right before she was able to come, he pulled the toy all the way out.

"No...!" She cried, "i-i was so close...!"

"I don't want you coming to a toy, bunny" he smirked before climbing unto the bed and spreading her cheeks apart to stare at her delicious hole he wonderfully prepared just for himself.

"L-law...!"

"I'm your predator now, bunny. And you're my prey... This time, I'm mating with you and you have no choice but to accept it like the little slut you are." He chuckled before gripping her neck, burying her into the mattress even more

She gasped with a moan, her eyes rolling to the back on her head when he slapped her ass

"Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, s-sir...!"

"Good..." He smirked before slowly pushing himself inside her as she moaned, muffled by the bed until he bottomed out

His hands then gripped her hips so tightly she knew it was gonna bruise, "that's right... Bunny. Be my little mate and this wolf will devour you whole"

She whine, feeling him thrust slowly made her feel weird at first but it eventually felt more and more pleasurable as he builds his pace into a very much animalistic one.

Her loud moans, his deep grunts, and the slapping of skin are the only sounds heard inside the room.

She moaned like a cow when he leaned down and pulled the top part of her outfit to reveal her tits in which he played with, and him leaving marks of ownership on every exposed skin she has. Unfortunately, the outfit was slightly backless so he had his marks on her upper half

"A-ah...! L-law..." She moaned when she felt herself slowly growing more and more closer to her own release.

"It's master to you, prey." He growled as he slapped her ass making her gasped and eyes roll back.

"Y-yes master...!" She moaned.

Her back arched and tongue poking out of her mouth as her own saliva dropped down her chin when his thrusts suddenly grow more possessive.

"This body is mine, you understand? I'll buy you more outfits like this... Just know... You are mine, and mine a lone" he grunted in her ear as she felt him pulse inside her.

His mere voice brought her to her own orgasm that soaked the outfit and her but he was still going.

Eventually, he reached down to rub the very wet spot by her crotch, letting her approach yet another orgasm.

"M-master..!" She gasped.

He sped up his own thrusts, chasing his own high, before releasing his full load deep inside her, like he was fully intending to breed his bunny.

Once both were calmed down, law took the costume off and laid her naked body properly on the bed, on her back.

He smiled softly and kissed every inch of her body, massaged any tense muscles and just stared at his own cum leaking out of her hole endlessly.

"S-stop staring" she muttered but didn't do anything since she's tired.

"I really loved your outfit" he smiled as he cleaned her up and cuddled right next to her.

"I'm... Glad."

"Next time you wear that on Halloween, I would never be able to stop myself even further"

"Why? What's stopping you from doing it now?" It was a genuine question from (y/n).

But with the context of what they just did, Law took this as part 2 and tackled her

She just laughed a little until he impaled her ass again with his dick, making her moan so much more than just a cow. Fucking her dumb like he always do, but better.

Extra:

Her throat hurts the next day, her limbs were sore, and she was tired as hell. Considering they fucked until the sun rises.

But Law? Hell nah, he was bright and shining. Taking care of his bunny, and being in the brightest mood.

It was odd for him to be like that but Ikkaku knew what happened and just laughed to herself, and by herself I mean her, Shachi, and penguin.

But of course Law let her have some rest and even spoon fed her throughout the day, gave her desert, and gave up his studies just so he can cuddle with her.

Only to do the same thing next week at a hotel. Good thing the hotel had soundproof walls, hopefully.

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sailorsenshishitposter · 2 months ago

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Toji x Sukuna

⚠️ Warning for mentions of incest (the Zenin family tree) and abortion (Kenjaku)

Sukuna was walking down the alley, looking for his next meal when he noticed something stirring. "Is that a homeless man? I was hoping for something more appetizing but I suppose I shall have to make do." This would not be the first time Uraume had cooked what was essentially the human equivalent of "roadkill". Sukuna went to poke the man with one of his four hands and then pulled back. "He slimed me? What the hell!?"

He then used one of his fingers as a match to get a better view. "WHY IS THIS FOOL SLEEPING INSIDE OF A CURSE!?" Just before he could react, Sukuna recieved a whack to the face. "Would you mind keeping it down? My hangover is killing me..."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

"You heard me! Now move out of the way before I puke!" The homeless man then swung his weapon again but Sukuna grabbed it with ease and destroyed it. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM HUMAN!?"

"Am I supposed to? -hiccup- Now if you don't mind me, I'm going back to bed. I've had nothing but shitty luck today and not only have I failed to kill off that Gojo kid, I also need to replace that weapon I stole off my... cousin? I don't know, it's complicated-"

"What did you say!?"

"My family tree is kinda complicated. There's a bunch of inces-"

"NOT THAT! That thing you said about Gojo!"

"You mean the white haired brat?"

"How is it that someone as powerful as yourself isn't high ranking in the jujutsu society?"

"I don't have cursed energy so I was an unwanted child- Hey, put me down! What do you think you're doing!?"

"Marrying you, what else does it look like?"

"I need someone to babysit my son. Oh wait, Gojo adopted him..."

"I'll get you visitation rights as a wedding gift. Don't worry, I can be very persuasive..."

_____

After numerous threats that shall remain unknown, Gojo relented and let Toji see Megumi on weekends which was great for him since he was a deadbeat dad and didn't need to put in that much effort. Megumi was the ring bearer while Yuji was the flower girl, much to Sukuna's amusement. Tsumiki was sadly forgotten about and left alone at home while the wedding proceeded.

The only other wedding guests were Kong Shiu (who had to be paid to be there) and Itadori Jin and his wife Kaori, with Uraume serving as the priest. Toji immediately noticed there was something odd about his sister in law. Not only did she have a giant head wound but she kept muttering to herself about how she was glad she didn't need to have her 10th abortion. Yeah, he was making sure Megumi never went near her.

Toji looked himself over in the mirror. His wedding dress exposed most of his cleavage and cut off around his upper thighs with a slit down the side. Attached to his legs were heels with fishnet stockings and a gun holstered to his garters. He somehow looked like a even more slutty Ada Wong. "I guess it's time to serve some cunt!" Toji opened the doors and was about to walk down the runway Bayonetta style when he noticed something was wrong.

"WHY ARE YOU IN A DRESS!? ARE YOU TRYING TO UPSTAGE ME!?" An awkward cough then filled the silence.

"It's actually a tradionally kimono from the Heian era... Don't pin this on me! Kaori was the one in charge of the outfits!"

Well that explained something. "Honey, how did this happen?"

"It's not my fault pookie. Toji never responded to my text!"

"What did it say?"

"I just asked him if he's a top or a bottom?"

"What's a bottom?"

"I don't like bottoms because I like to sleep on the top of the bunk beds!"

"Hush Yuji!"

Uraume then cut in. "AHEM! Now if we may move along. Clearly some of us are on a time budget and must hurry to prepare the after party dinner. By the way Jin, I couldn't prepare a vegetarian meal but I did find a man who was a vegetarian."

"What are they talking about brother?"

"Nothing important... just stick to the salad."

_____

"You may now kiss the... bride? Groom...- To hell with this! I'm going to prepare dinner!"

"I know our honey moon is coming up but I'm still going to need to charge you for it."

Sukuna raised a brow. "You charge people money to recite poetry?"

"Poetry? What the hell are you talking about!?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Toji clearly didn't understand what Sukuna was trying to say.

"Back in my day, haikus were apart of the courting process..."

"Tonight we're going over some history books. You need to update your rizz old man."

"What is that supposed to mean!?"

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My dick is now flaccid,

And it's all because of you"

"Has anyone ever told you how bad your poetry is Toji?"

"...Megumi did once..."

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daxwritesstories · 8 months ago

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College AU Part 14: Obsessed With You

Content warning: transphobic language, emotional manipulation

Scene 1: I'd Rather Be With You

(Scene title by Bootsy Collins)

INT. Boy's dorm hallway - Morning

Cyra is stumbling down the hallway. She's still in her clothes and makeup from the previous night.

She walks until she reaches the door to Ace's dorm. She knocks on it lightly.

Cyra seems a bit surprised when Zayn answers the door.

ZAYN: Morning, Cyra.

CYRA: Hi...

Cyra cranes her neck to see further into the room.

CYRA: Is...

ZAYN: Ace is still getting ready in the bathroom.

CYRA: Oh.

Zayn and Cyra stare at each other awkwardly for a long moment. Zayn finally sighs and gestures to the room.

ZAYN: You might as well come in.

Cyra snickers and follows Zayn into the room.

As soon as the door closes, we hear Ace yell from the bathroom.

ACE (through the door): Is that who I think it is?

CYRA: It's me!

ACE (through the door): Ugh!

Cyra and Zayn both laugh. The noise of things being shuffled around can be heard from inside the bathroom. Cyra and Zayn just stare at the bathroom door until it finally opens.

Ace steps out, wearing a pink mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a fur coat on top.

Cyra's jaw drops when she sees his outfit.

ACE: You have terrible timing. We were just about to leave for our breakfast date.

Cyra remains speechless, looking Ace up and down.

ACE: Yes, I know I look gorgeous.

Ace turns around and does a little pose, sticking his leg up to show off the shoe. Cyra brings her hand to her chest and bites her lip, trying to contain herself.

CYRA: I just thought I'd come say hi. I stayed in my friend's dorm last night so I was already in the building.

ACE: Okay, well, you said hi. You can go now.

CYRA: Wait! Where are you going for breakfast?

ACE: Nowhere you'll be going.

Ace starts walking to the door.

CYRA: Do you need a ride?

ZAYN: Yes.

Ace stops and sighs.

ACE: I'll just get us a driver.

CYRA: I'll get us one!

ACE: You're not coming with us.

CYRA: I'll pay for everything.

ACE: Ugh!

Ace looks at Zayn for help but he just shrugs.

ZAYN: I'm sure she could come with us this one time.

Cyra smiles at Zayn and then looks at Ace for the verdict. Ace gives one final eye roll.

ACE: Okay, fine. You're getting us an expensive car though.

CYRA: Yay!

Scene 2: Tranny Chaser

(Scene title by Rupaul)

INT. Breakfast café - Morning

Ace and Zayn are sitting together on the bench side of the table. Cyra is sitting in a chair by herself on the other side. They all have milkshakes and plates of waffles in front of them.

ACE: Why don't you have your own car? I thought your daddy would've bought you one by now.

CYRA: My dad doesn't buy me anything. I have my own money. And I'm not allowed to drive. Doctor says I'm too crazy.

Ace and Zayn just stare at Cyra in bewilderment.

CYRA: I'm joking. My parents won't let me drive because I'm too crazy.

ACE: Well, I probably wouldn't let you drive either...

CYRA: Why don't you have a car?

ZAYN: Me or him?

CYRA: Either of you.

ACE: Can't afford it.

ZAYN: Yeah, I'm broke.

CYRA: Do you want a car, Ace?

Ace gives Cyra a confused look.

CYRA: I'll buy you one.

Ace sighs in annoyance.

ACE: Do you think I'm a gold digger or something?

CYRA: I'm not asking for anything in return. I just wanna treat you.

ACE: Why?

CYRA: Because you're gorgeous. And I think it'd be fun for us to go to a car dealership together.

ACE: So you're just trying to get my attention?

CYRA: Well, yeah. I'm enamored with you. I've never met a guy like you before.

Cyra glances at Zayn when she says that. Ace smiles mischievously.

ACE: What do you mean by that, love?

Cyra is thrown off by that question. Her confidence seems to deflate a little.

CYRA: Uh– well... You dress differently? And I've met guys who wear makeup before but never one who wears it like you do...

ACE: So you like me because I'm a man who looks like a woman?

Zayn snickers.

CYRA: Well... that's not the only reason...

Ace casually stirs his milkshake with his straw.

ACE: You know, the crowd I usually hang out with has a word for people like you.

Cyra folds her arms.

CYRA: What's that?

ACE: Tranny chaser.

CYRA: That... sounds like an insult.

ACE: It is. Do you know what it means?

CYRA: No.

ACE: It means you have a fetish for people who were born as one gender but identify or dress as the other.

CYRA: It's not a fetish! I've dated trans people before and it was just the same as dating a cis person.

ACE: But have you dated a male crossdresser? You said you've never met anyone like me.

CYRA: Well, no...

ACE: Fetishes can be extremely specific.

CYRA: I told you it's not a fetish. I just like you.

ACE: Hm...

Everyone is silent for a long moment before Cyra speaks again.

CYRA: So... you don't want me to buy you a car?

Ace and Zayn both laugh in surprise.

Scene 3: All To Myself

(Scene title by Marianas Trench)

INT. Axel & Drew's room - Afternoon

There is a knock at the door and Axel immediately goes to answer it. He is alone in the dorm.

When the door opens, Phoenix is standing there smiling. Axel smiles and throws his arms around Phoenix, who hugs him tightly.

AXEL: I missed you so much!

PHOENIX: I missed you too, baby.

With Axel still clinging to him, Phoenix walks them both into the room and closes the door. Once they are in the room, Phoenix pries Axel off of him and sits him down on the bed.

PHOENIX: So. How are things?

AXEL: Things are good.

Phoenix starts looking around the room, opening drawers and looking through piles of clothes.

PHOENIX: Are you keeping up with all of your classes? Getting good grades?

AXEL: Yeah. I mean, I kind of just do homework and listen to music.

PHOENIX: You're not partying?

AXEL: Well, I don't talk to anyone so... no.

Axel watches Phoenix look through his stuff. He looks confused.

AXEL: What are you doing?

PHOENIX: Looking for clothes that aren't yours.

AXEL: ...why?

PHOENIX: Just making sure no one else is touching my little Axel~

Axel nervously stares at the floor.

AXEL: You don't trust me?

Phoenix stops what he's doing and looks directly at Axel.

PHOENIX: I trust you. I just don't trust other people. I don't know what type of people go to this school. Anyone could be trying to corrupt you and steal you away from me.

Axel rubs his arm in discomfort.

AXEL: I'm not that dumb...

PHOENIX: You're not dumb, but sometimes you don't know what's best for you. That's why I'm here.

Phoenix smiles at Axel, who smiles back.

Scene 4: Hot Girl Bummer

(Scene title by blackbear)

INT. Jayce & Leon's dorm - Afternoon

Jayce and Prince are lying on Jayce's bed, making out. They are both getting pretty into it, breathing heavily and grabbing at each other.

Suddenly the door opens and Leon walks in. He immediately stops in his tracks.

LEON: Whoa!

Prince and Jayce stop what they're doing. They both look at Leon. Prince starts laughing and Jayce hides his face with his hands.

LEON: Sorry.

PRINCE: No, no. I'm the one intruding.

Leon laughs and closes the door behind him. Prince looks at Jayce and smacks his arm.

PRINCE: Don't be embarrassed!

LEON: Yeah, I don't care.

JAYCE: Ugh!

Prince laughs again and sits up.

PRINCE: Did you just finish class?

LEON: Yeah.

PRINCE: How was it?

LEON: It was alright.

Prince nods. Leon sits down on his bed.

LEON: Hey Prince, do you know Cyra?

JAYCE: Don't tell me you talked to Cyra again.

Prince laughs.

PRINCE: Of course I know Cyra. She's my ex.

LEON: Wait, she dated both of you?

PRINCE: At the same time.

Jayce groans and throws a pillow over his face.

LEON: Whoa! Player...

PRINCE: Well, Jayce and I were already dating and then Cyra wiggled her way in between us.

LEON: Hot.

JAYCE: Why are you asking about Cyra?

LEON: Well, I ran into her in the hallway the other day. She was... very forward...

JAYCE: Oh no.

LEON: Why do you keep saying stuff like that?

PRINCE: He's kinda right. You have to be careful with her.

LEON: Why?

PRINCE: Boys are just toys to Cyra. She doesn't see them as viable options for long-term relationships. She once told me that she'd never marry a boy.

JAYCE: And she'll try to peg you.

Prince nods and points at Jayce.

PRINCE: That too.

LEON: Yeah, I kind of got that vibe from her. She kept calling me short and small.

Prince snorts out a laugh. Leon smiles.

LEON: Wait. Jayce...

JAYCE: What?

LEON: Did she...?

JAYCE: I don't wanna talk about it!

Prince and Leon both burst into laughter.

Scene 5: Obsessed With You

(Scene title by The Orion Experience)

EXT. Courtyard - Afternoon

Cyra is walking alone through the courtyard. She is staring down at her phone.

We see a close up of her phone. She is texting Roman.

CYRA (text): I need your help with something.

CYRA (text): It's about HIM again...

Roman replies almost immediately.

ROMAN (text): And what are you gonna do for it, sweetheart? <3

Cyra frowns when she reads the text. Instead of responding, she turns off her screen and puts her phone in her pocket.

We suddenly hear Halo calling to Cyra, catching her attention.

HALO: Cyra! Over here!

Cyra smiles when she sees Halo and Vir sitting at one of the picnic tables. She rushes over to the table.

CYRA: Hello, beautiful ladies.

VIR: What took you so long, love?

CYRA: It's a long story, bitch. I didn't go back to my dorm last night so I had to go back to change before I came here.

HALO: Oh yeah, Celia said you didn't come back last night. What happened?

CYRA: I just ended up staying at my band's dorm since our show went late. And then I third-wheeled a breakfast date this morning.

Halo giggles and Vir smiles.

VIR: Whose date?

CYRA: Just this guy I've been crushing on.

VIR: Is he hot?

CYRA: Hottest person I've ever seen.

HALO: Whoa! That's high praise coming from you.

CYRA: It's true though. I've met a lot of hot people in my life but... he's on another level.

HALO: Wow!

Halo and Vir smile at each other.

HALO: I have to meet him.

CYRA: Ehhh we'll see.

HALO: Why do you say that?

CYRA: He doesn't like me much. Actually, he tells me to go away every time I see him. But for some reason that just makes me want him even more.

VIR: Kinky.

HALO: No, "unhealthy" is a better word. Cyra, you know better than this.

Halo speaks in a caring but firm tone. Cyra smiles and bites her lip.

CYRA: Sorry, mom. I can't help it. You'll understand if you meet him.

Vir taps Halo's arm.

VIR: You're being the mom friend again.

HALO: Hey, I can't help it.

The girls all laugh.

#cyra’s world #cyra college au #script #tv show #lgbt writers

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sarahthebanished · 2 years ago

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Warnings: heavy smut, dirty talk, mild degrading, rough sex, unprotected sex, public sex, general filth, basically just porn sorry not sorry.

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Eddie pursed his lips to stifle his own whimper when he laid eyes on you. Coming out of the door, tight back dress barely covered your ass cheeks, fishnets hugging your thighs and bare legs. He adjusted himself in the drivers seat of his van, feeling himself getting hard at just the sight.

He could NOT help it. Everything about you turned him on. He watched you walk towards the passenger side with a little smile on your face. You just knew you were hot and he loved that. Ripping the door open you said, “Hey baby,�� and he grinned at you with puppy dog eyes. Jesus, he adored you.

As you settled in and buckled your seatbelt, Eddie said, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you in that dress,” matter of factly, adjusting the shift stick to reverse and backing out of your drive way. You laughed, knowing he was 100% serious.

At The Hideout, you settled at a table in the back. Facing the side of the stage where Eddie would be during the Corroded Coffin set. He was in and out, helping his band mates unload and set up. Finally coming over to kiss your cheek and hand you a beer, “Love you so much,” he muttered into your face, “Can’t wait to get you to myself,” he whispered the parting words as he left to get onstage and grab his guitar. A few others in the bar sat at tables here and there. Most other patrons were playing pool, standing around smoking, nobody really playing attention to the young men about to play live music on the stage. But you were. Watching Eddie perform was incredibly sexy, for many reasons. He was passionate and happy when he got to play the guitar. His long and nimble fingers producing beautiful sounds, just like they produced from you.

As they played you kept your eyes on him, locked, and he very rarely let his eyes leave you either. Slowly you began to run your hands across your own skin. Caressing the bend of your neck. Fingers tracing around the curve of your breasts. Down to your waist and thighs. Eddie watched you, distracted but never missing a note, as you slowly spread your legs and adjusted the way you sat.

Holy fuck, you were not wearing panties. His eyes settled on your slit, through the fishnet stockings he could see nothing but skin. The dim bar didn’t provide a lot of light but he knew what was there and the thought made him suddenly feel hot all over. He watched you with intensity as your hands explored your own body. Carefully. Cautiously. Not drawing attention from anyone but him. You were all his.

As the band played through a few songs, the teasing continued and Eddie couldn’t do anything but suffer, positioning the guitar to hide his arousal. By the last song his balls ached and he felt helpless. Partially rabid. Then, you really outdid yourself.

Eddie watched as your moved bath hands to the edge of your dress, pulled the fabric up evenly and moved your fingers to either side of your crotch. Almost forgetting he was literally performing, he stopped and stared at you in a trance.

“Eddie what the fuck?” Jeff hissed and Eddie snapped to, resuming playing but keeping his eyes on you, lids heavy with arousal, as you gripped the fishnet tights and ripped them open to make a perfect hole, access directly to your cunt. Fuck, he was going to destroy you.

You sat up now, feeling the cold metal of the bar stool on your slit. You began to gyrate your hips slowly, and as the song ended, Eddie practically threw his guitar to the floor. “DUDE!” Gareth called after him, as he hopped off the stage and b-lined it towards you. “BE RIGHT BACK!” Eddie called back, knowing they wanted his help taking the equipment apart and loading it up.

Eddie grabbed you by the arm and practically drug you to the back door, tossing you like a doll against the side of his van which was parked in the alley way behind the bar. He was all over you, pawing at your breasts roughly and kissing down your neck. “Fucking little tease,” he growled, and with one swift move he grabbed your waist and twisted you around so your ass was towards him. Your face was smashed against the side of the old van, whimpering with anticipation as you heard him fumble with his belt and unzip his pants.

“So fucking dirty,” he hissed out, ripping the hole you had made in your fishnets even bigger to accommodate him. He was desperate, needy, incoherent with lust. No time or desire for any niceties, Eddie positioned himself and slammed into you hard. Filling you up suddenly and intensely, he gripped your hips as you gasped loudly.

He fucked into your tightness mercilessly, grunting like a wild animal. “Such a perfect little slut,” he called to you through his grunts. “I’m gonna fuck you raw.” He warned, picking up his pace. Your entire chest and face were pressed firmly into the side of the van as he literally slammed his cock into you as quickly and deeply as he could. The pleasure was more intense than you had expected and as you started to scream, he brought one hand up and covered your mouth harshly.

“Shhhh,” he cooed, pulling back on your face with the grip he had across your mouth. The angle increased the sensations and it was just a few more seconds before you came hard all over the rock hard cock that was pounding in and out of you without hesitation. Eddie felt your cunt tense around him and the sounds of your release coaxed him closer to his own. “I’m going to cum in you,” he stated making it clear you didn’t have a choice, and he did. Pulling and clawing at you like he needed to be deeper in you than he already was. As if that were possible.

He slid his length out slowly and shoved himself back in his pants as he looked at you, pussy gaping from his size and already starting to drip his cum. In a daze, you adjusted your dress down over your ass and attempted to fix your disheveled hair just as the back door of the bar flew open.

“Eddie, are you going to help or what?” asked an annoyed Jeff, as you stood there with Eddie’s cum oozing out of you and making a mess between your thighs. He smiled at you sweetly, somehow a completely different person now that his needs had been met. Kissing the top of your forehead, he delicately directed you towards the passenger side, “Go sit in the van sweetheart, I won’t be long.”

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binnieboyswhore · 4 years ago

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I’m in (gangster Han)

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem Reader Genre: Smut Word count: 1,905 Warnings: Possessiveness, Oral (M receiving), Cursing, Choking (I think this is it but if you find something else that needs a warning please let me know!) Authors note: So this is something I wrote for another fandom I’m in a few years ago but I loved the idea of making it Han so I did. This is my favorite thing i’ve ever written so please praise me my God complex needs it! Please if you are under the age of 18 do not interact. Thank you :)

You light your cigarette, take a drag. Looking across the bar full of bandanas and leather jackets, he’s still not here, you think to yourself looking through the bar for the fluffy haired boy. Meanwhile some big nosed guy tries to talk to you about how he used to be the leader of some group or something.

“Look dude,” you flick the ash from your cigarette, “does it look like I care?” He still continues to talk unphased by what you said.

The door to the bar opens and you catch a glimpse of his hands and you know it’s him. Everyone is greeting him as he makes his way to you.

“Hey good looking” you hear him whisper in your ear and you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

You turn around, “You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” You lean forward wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and as you lean in to kiss him he notices the man sitting next to you.

“Who the fuck are you?” He says directly at the man you’ve been ignoring.

“I’m Chan.” The man says, turning and putting his hand out for Jisung to shake. He just looks at the man a little sideways.

“The fuck are you doing sitting next to her?” He leans his head your way, you can only focus on the shift of his hair to not make you more nervous for the fight that ight break out.

“I was just trying to have a chat, sorry. Didn’t realize she was taken.” The man spits back at Jisung. He looks as if he’s about to charge at him so you stand up rather quickly pressing your hand against his chest pushing him back a bit. You can feel the anger radiating off his body.

You press yourself against him, “Hey forget about this guy, I NEED you right now Ji.” You whine moan into his ear.

Taking his hand you drag him back to the bathroom locking the door. He looks at you taking you in, your little leather skirt and fishnets, your cherry red crop top and your braided blue hair.

“Fuck” you hear him whisper under his breath as he licks his bottom lip. He pushes you up against the counter grabbing behind your neck and roughly kissing you, no rhythm, all passion. He bits your lip and you yelp out at the unexpected pain, he places his hands under your thighs grabbing so you can sit on top of the counter. He starts to kiss along your jaw placing his right hand around your throat adding pressure while kissing down your neck you grab ahold of his wrist and moan, “holy shit baby” he says between breathes “you look so fucking hot right now.” He slides his left hand under your skirt “no underwear?” You shake your head no, biting your bottom lip.

“Fuck you want me so bad don’t you.” He yanks on your braids.

“Yes Ji yes I want you.” You let out really fast the anticipation wearing you out.

He takes his fingers and rips your fishnets between your legs, you let out a moan at the sound and the bit of friction. You grab a hold of Jisungs bicep to help keep yourself up, he looks right at you as you feel his fingers slide into you. His face mimicking yours, both of your eyebrows furrow. He starts to do the “come here” motion and you throw your head back moaning out “Fuck”

“I didn’t come here to play baby.” He says as he furthers his fingers in you hitting right where you’re g-spot is. You start shaking a bit just at the anticipation of it all, you grab the back of his neck pressing your foreheads together, jutting your hips out closer to making him hit you deeper. You let out a small moan as your noses glide over each other, “fuck baby.”

He speeds his motions and it isn’t long till you’re crumbling under his touch. You feel your orgasm nearing so you grab onto his flexed forearm and let go around his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back from enjoyment, your body shaking as you dig your nails into his flesh wherever you can grip on to. He exhales a harsh breath, holding back a whiny moan. You work your way through it on his fingers, once your leg stops shaking you immediately attach your lips to his, “fuck Ji that felt so good” you said between kisses.

“Well these babies haven’t failed yet” he says sticking them in his mouth and sucking on them. You were so sensitive you could’ve gotten off again right then and there just off of the visual not to add the popping sound his mouth made when he pulled them out.

“You know the rules, knees.” He snaps at you.

You slide off the counter trying to gain your balance, he offers his hand to help steady you. You kiss his cheek to say thank you. You bend down on your knees, undoing his belt rather slowly, watching the horny and anger battle behind his sex blown pupils.

You look up at him watching him watch you. He grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “You’re such a pretty little girl baby” he says, sticking his thumb in your mouth grabbing onto your jaw, “you’re my pretty girl right?” He tightens his grip a bit. You shake your head, “Sorry I can’t hear you baby.”

“Yes, I’m yours. Just yours.” You said his thumb still gripping your mouth.

“That’s right baby, you’re all mine.” He crouched down a bit to kiss you. You go back to undoing his belt and pants your jaw a little sore from his grip that he had. You shimmy his pants down his thighs and already see the tent that is formed in his boxers. You glide your hand over his boxers, he winces back. You push his boxers down his cock now in your face, you lick your hand to add moisture and lightly grab a hold of him. He lets out a low moan as you pump him. His jaw visibly clenching from the ecstasy. You start to take him in your mouth slowly and you can feel him being irritated, “Baby hurry or you’ll be punished.” The thought of him bending you over his knee made you almost not listen but you decided to speed up.

You take him as far as you could in your mouth, your eyes watering at the feeling of his dick buried in your throat. He grabs the back of your head as he starts to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. A few deep guttural moans slip past his lips. You suck your cheeks in, feeling him move against them, looking up at him looking down on you.

You hear a moan, borderline whimper, fall as he bites his bottom lip. He takes the back of your head forcing you forward and taking all of him in. Your nose flesh with his pelvic bone. You feel his warm cum slide down your throat as he falls apart above you a mess of curse words and compliments. Your face is covered in tears and saliva. Standing up he wipes the side of your mouth sticking his thumb in your mouth once he is done. You stare at him trying to recompose himself when all of a sudden you’re being pushed and bent over the counter. You throw your hands out to grab onto the mirror a bit to stabilize yourself when in the reflection you see Jisung tear your fishnets even more and bend down and bite your ass cheek. That’s gonna leave a mark. You scream out in enjoyment as he wraps your braids around his fist pulling your head back.

“God you look so pathetic like this,” he whispers in your ear, smirking at you in the mirror, “it makes me so hard baby.” He kisses right below your ear.

A whine slips from your lips. He throws one of your legs on the counter to get a good angle. He then lines himself up with your entrance and plunges himself in you letting a throaty moan escape your mouth well a grunt comes from Jisungs swollen lips. His ring clad fingers reach around you and wrap around your throat and you could’ve come right then and there. He sets a sporadic pace lighting your vagina on fire with pleasure. Every time you close your eyes Jisung puts more pressure on your throat and yells at you to open your eyes so you can “see how beautiful you look in such an euphoric state.” He starts to grunt louder as he says, “you close baby?” And reaches his hand around your hips and starts to aggressively rub on your clit.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you” he says and stops rubbing your clit.

You frantically speak up your voice a bit hoarse “yes Ji, yes I’m close” he goes back to what he was doing. The harsher he rubbed the harder he pounded into you and the hotter his breath got on your back. “Can I come Ji? Please” you moan knowing if you didn’t ask it was going to end badly for you.

“Beg” he demands

“Please Hannie,” you let the soft nickname slip causing his hips to stutter a bit, “I need to come, I wanna come all over your cock please baby” you whimper out trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Fuck, yes baby girl come” and with that you came undone and your walls clenched, both his hands came around to your waist to help steady himself as he came inside you.

The warm feeling added to the ecstasy filled moment as you became a whimpering mess on top of the bathroom counter, your body shaking from the tremors of your orgasm. Jisung removes himself from you and re-dresses himself. You slide your leg off the counter and lay there collecting yourself when Jisung just rips your stockings off your legs so you don't have to go back to the bar with them looking like that.

You stand up fixing yourself when Jisung holds onto you just in case your legs were wobbly, “I’m fine babe thank you” you said to reassure him.

“Okay,” he lets go “oh I almost forgot to tell you, I’m officially in.” He rolls up the sleeve to show off the freshly tattooed dagger. Referring to the gang he’s been trying to get into for the last year.

You stare at it not knowing how to feel about it, “it’s pretty” is all you have to say on the subject because you know how excited he is. “Why don’t we head home and we can take a bath and get clean.” He offers to you.

“Or I was thinking we could head home and go for round two.” You say while smoothing out your skirt so nobody could see up it as you guys leave.

He smiles so big he gets the eye crinkles “fuck I love you” he says cupping your face in his hand and kissing you rather roughly.

Grabbing his leather jacket and putting it around your shoulders he grabs your hand, “let’s getting a fucking move on then before i destroy you in this bathroom.”

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bagelboys-withcreamcheese · 4 years ago

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Modern!Reader But Its Just Twitter, Reddit, and Tumblr Quotes

Hosea: So whats the ‘turns out cigarettes are actually bad for us’ of your generation?

Reader, laying face down in the dirt: Capitalism.

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Reader: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Bill: Are you fucking stupid?

Reader: I mean, broadly, yeah, but what prompted you to ask?

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Sean: Fill your body with cranberries so the horse that kills you gets a nice little surprise when it begins to feed.

Reader: I will give the horse that kills me no such luxury.

Kieran, whispering to himself: What the fuck-

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Reader: I’m gonna dip a clementine in ranch.

Karen: Why do you hate Jesus?

Reader, dipping a clementine in ranch: Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so.

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Reader: If you died and Anubis was waiting for you instead of Jesus, what would you say?

Swanson: Sick fursuit, Jeezy Boy.

Hosea: Oh my god you’ve corrupted him-

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Dutch: We’re going to go to Tahiti and become mango farmers. This is the hill I will die on.

Reader: Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead.

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*in Colter*

Reader: I’d say fuck the weather but it’s definitely under 18.

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Reader: Your satchels are so small! Where do you keep all of your trash??

Lenny: In my tent.

Sean: My personality, to be honest.

Dutch, walking past: Thats no way to refer to my children.

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Uncle: I really don’t understand how a lot of you are still single because you’re all attractive and have good music taste, what more do people want?

Reader: Sanity.

Uncle: People are so demanding.

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Reader: When an earthquake happens coffins become underground maracas.

Arthur: Thanks for that totally not terrifying image.

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Lenny: *after being forced to read the entire Percy Jackson series* Are Medusa’s leg hairs tiny snakes??

Reader: Now we’re asking the real questions.

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Sean: If you spell skeletons backwards it still spells skeletons.

Reader: Can’t wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks!

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Reader: You’d just be sitting in class and then you’d just hear this random muffled scream from a nearby class and you’d just be like what the fucks going on??

Hosea: ...what kind of a school did you go to?!

Reader: Public school.

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*Hunting*

Reader: BUT AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MAYLES AND AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MORE JUST TA BEE THA MAN HOO WALKED A THOOSAND MAYLES TA FALL DAWN AT YER DOOR-

Arthur: Y/N! Goddammit you’re scaring away all the game!

Charles: I’m pretty sure I saw a bear run away from us.

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Reader: Therapy is expensive but it’s free to just tell yourself ‘it be like that sometimes.’

Hosea: What? No-

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Lenny: If you’re fortunate enough, your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in absolute darkness.

Reader: Not if I swallow this glow stick!

Dutch:

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #Arthur Morgan #Dutch Van Der Linde #Hosea Matthews #John Marston #Lenny Summers #Sean Macguire #Charles Smith #Brooklyn 99

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ldouble · 4 years ago

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Slumming It | Kevin Atwater X Reader (Chicago PD)

summary: When pulled into an undercover op for the Intelligence Unit, you couldn’t be more excited. The only person who catches your hesitation is your boyfriend. A lot is unsaid in the bullpen, your relationship being one of them.

gif is not mine :)

“You keep looking at me like that and they’re gonna know you’re slumming it with a uniform.”

Your words were punctuated by the complete zip of the knee high leather boots. But it wasn’t till the hell smacks the concrete of the locker room does Kevin look up at you, unimpressed with your statement.

You tilted your head at him, hoping it aided your humor. All it did was send the little eye contact held fleeting.

“I’m not slumming it with a uniform.” Kevin shook his head toward the ground, until he realized what he just said. “I’m not slumming it with you, either.”

Your hands found the other boot, a sigh escaping your lips at how much the tight fitting accessory is going to fit. “You’re tripping up, Atwater,” It glided up with little effort, giving you the chance to cross your legs and look across the room. “I can see Ruzek getting on your ass already.”

“Can you stop with-”

“Or is Halstead sending a sly smirk at you?”

Your light heartedness has no place in the backlit changing room and even little place in a situation like this. Joking about your boyfriend’s friends finding out about his relationship, with you standing there dressed like a hooker, all while working an undercover op...you should’ve stuck with commenting about how the color of the dress did absolutely nothing for your eyes.

Still, Kevin would’ve found a way to call you out. He was quiet but that just meant he spent more time listening. He was done with your ill timed jokes.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip, knowing you pinched a nerve. You didn’t know what to worry about more - the way you just embarrassed yourself in front of a member of the Intelligence Unit or how you insulted your boyfriend.

You hated that the latter took priority.

You found Kevin’s eyes, too dark to read. But the look he was giving you - an analytical gaze mixed with what looked like frustration with the furrow in his brow - had you resorting back to your go-to.

“We uniforms aren’t used to working anyone other than a partner.”

You could hear the worry in your voice growing as each word entered the space. If the tone didn’t solidify his assumption, the choked laugh you gave did it. Nothing said “Can I do this?” like a meek laugh.

Girlfriends worried.

Cops did no such thing.

Straightening your posture you released your hair held in a tight ponytail. Shaking it out, you offered a smile. “Having your team at my disposal just got to my head for a second.”

Kevin pursed his lips, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. He looked great, done up in his own undercover wardrobe. Of course, his wasn’t as extreme as yours.

You were pretending to be a hooker. Short dress, fishnet stockings and heels that were nearly half your height. And that wasn’t including the heel. You hadn’t looked in the mirror after Trudy bombarded you. The amount of lipstick you could just feel on you made you want to wipe it off.

Kevin on the other hand was just supposed to be him. Tall and handsome, a drink of water to fit in right among the elites of this Hookah Bar you were raiding. Minus the badge, you could’ve sworn this look of a blazer and dark jeans had made an appearance at your front door. As well as your bedroom floor at one point or another.

He walked forward, hands finding your shoulders gently, his eyes pouring into yours. He took your breathe away. Or maybe that was the anxiety creeping up on you.

“We’re not at your disposal. We’re on your side.” You couldn’t help but lean into his palm as it crept up your shoulder. “We have your back.”

“Better you than this dress.”

Again, he didn’t find it funny. You sighed, nodding in all seriousness. “You have my back.”

Giving up on the idea of convincing him with a look of complete and utter confidence (you were saving that for the mission) you strode past him, grabbing the furry white jacket off the end of the bench.

On your way, you gave him some of the rope to tug at.

“That easy to tell I’m nervous?” You asked, slipped the fur over your shoulders.

He followed your steps, the pink handbag looking teeny in his grasp. “You uniforms got no damn poker face.”

You chuckle at that, feeling better with him in a joking mood. It was forced, you could tell by the way his tongue was sticking out between his lips, but you didn’t call it out. Humor came to everybody in their own ways. Yours was easier to cling to.

“Yeah, well without a uniform I’m sure it’ll get better.” You accepted the bag, twirling it in your fingers.

“Better?” Kevin asked with offense. “Gonna be the best. Why else would we bring you up?” He whispered in your ear as you made your way to the garage.

You pretended to think for a second before turning around, tiptoeing backwards and tracing his collar.

“For you to oggle me.”

The sound of the door opening snapped you back to reality. This was work. You might’ve been pretending to be a hooker but you weren’t on the job yet. Definitely not with a colleague who you would never do such a thing with.

Kevin caught the door, holding it open for you. As you walked past you gave your best respectable-just-another-day-in-the-office smile. But upon his next words, it was hard to keep it up.

“Like I’d show them I’m slumming it with you.”

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Slumming it, you were definitely not.

You had quested the expensive dress placed in your locker. Why did a hooker did a $500 piece of clothing that barely covered her ass? Because as a high class hooker, expensive taste breeds....expensive tasters.

Men. With money.

But there was only one man you wanted.

He had money, sure.

But he also had guns.

A whole warehouse and business of illegal firearms. Chicago, ever the “Heart of America” was this guy’s selling point. Everything shipped here and then shipped out.

But a man he was. A man with needs. Expensive needs on short time. Besides, he had cash to burn. Made sense he booked it to this club, paid for a girl, had his way with her, and then was onto a business deal with a couple AK-47s by dawn.

Lucky you, getting a front row seat to it all.

You really hoped all you got was a seat. You really didn’t want to have to go to bed with this guy.

Jay would hopefully make sure of that. Imploring a deal on this guy’s “night out”. Who could resist making some money while spending it on something as pretty as me?

You gulped, remembering your first date with Kevin. He paid for the meal, quoting something similar. He couldn’t believe I had said yes to going out. He insisted on paying.

Tough as nails he was in his bullet proof vest. Beneath it, a teddy bear with manners of every mother’s dream.

“Aye, mami, how you doing?”

You turned to the fourth? fifth? guy who approached you, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He was security, like every other guy who had hit on you yet, and not your target.

They really thought protecting their bosses wasn’t their job. Trying to catch the runner ups was their priortiy.

“Looking for something a bit better than that.” You heard Ruzek say over the comms.

“She’s got standards,” You looked over your shoulder toward Kevin, posted at a table near by. He sent a quick wink before finishing his statement. “As every girl should.”

“High ones, too.” You whispered.

You knew he was rolling his eyes, more so at you chiming in than your hint at your secret boyfriend’s height, but missed it since your view became full by another presence.

“Hi to you, too.”

Bingo.

You smiled at the man you had waiting for all night. One glance at his opening jacket, shimmering from the gun strapped in on both sides, and you knew this was the one. You’d been studying his face for weeks, of course. But nothing said arms dealer like...arms.

Arms that you felt wrapping around you.

Arms that you had to embrace.

It wasn’t the guy that had you nervous. Or the situation. Hell, you felt fine pretending to be a hooker. You had your team behind you.

You also had your boyfriend watching. That’s what made you resistance to accepting the embrace, taking in the fluttery whispers, and nodding at the invitation to his booth.

It was one thing to go undercover and flirt. A whole other when doing it in front of the one person you were undercover with and wanted to flirt with.

You were a cop first, you reminded yourself as you sat down on the plush velvet sofa. You were a cop, you repeated at lips found your neck.

Where the hell was Jay? Swooping in to make this deal? Get you out of this?

“Hey man, hate to intrude here.”

You froze for the first time at the sound of that voice.

A voice you loved to hear. But not here. Not with some other guy all up on you.

The dealer let his grip loosen on you and as he turned toward the newest addition to the booth you got your first clear look at it.

Your secret boyfriend.

Currently playing an undercover role he was not assigned to. All while you were undercover as a hooker attempting to get in good with a well known criminal.

The rest of the team was having just as much of a frenzy on your ear piece. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jay panicking, not so much as ten feet away.

Kevin must’ve beat him to it.

Something told you it wasn’t the want to be the bad guy. Rather, break up the bad guy and you.

He had your back. Too much this time.

The target felt the same way, attempting to shake him off and coming back to you for more.

Your eyes met Kevin’s - more hallow than earlier - over the shoulder of the suspect. It sent you freezing again. What were you to do? Blow cover to save a relationship just as hidden? Or keep this going and lose something you never would’ve really had?

“I like seeing you work.” You giggled, gently pushing him off of you. Your eyes glimmered with fake admiration (really anxiety bubbling up) but it did the trick. You didn’t even have to use your line about how you would work for him later.

Taking the bait, he spun and began chatting with Kevin.

Unfortunately, he liked his work and play mixing. A hand found your leg, circling your knee. Kevin’s gaze never left the dealer’s but you could tell it was killing him. The toothpick, which had been loosely hanging out his mouth earlier, was now being gritted together so loud you could hear it over the music.

What was more obvious than his clear discomfort? The hand sneaking its way up your leg. No amount of disco lights or smoke from nearby bongs could hide the manly grasp on your thigh.

Even when he lifted your skirt up you couldn’t flinch. He was so close to admitting it all. He’d skimmed the numbers and the details but if Kevin pressed a little bit harder...

“Tell me more.”

Kevin’s eyes had swiftly found the connection on your leg. It wasn’t obvious enough for concern but his tone was. It was distant. Unfocused. Everything a dealer didn’t want in a deal, no matter the environment.

“You don’t seem interested in enough.”

“I am.” You giggled.

Damn. You were too quick to jump. He gave you a disapproving look and you could see it all falling. Everything you had worked for. Gone because you were trying to protect this case more than your real relationship.

“Not as much as me, girl.” Kevin spat.

He caught both of your attention’s, scooting closer. “I want armory. I know you have it. I can swear on the things you’re gonna do to this girl tonight, you can get it to be by tomorrow.”

OK, you weren’t the only one putting work before romance.

The thought scared you for a second but you had more to worry about. Most importantly, the feverish squeeze of your thigh that bloomed from the exciting prospect of a business deal.

The guy said it himself, shaking hands with Kevin and giving all the details we needed for a case.

You were stunned how good this was going. It was all falling into place.

Kevin seemed just as shocked too, sitting there silently...which was very unlike the bold player he was pretending to be.

Of course, no story has a perfectly happy ending.

The fault in the plan, the lack of calling out the safe word to trigger the team flying in.

The word slumming (your choice) barely crossed your mind before the guy’s lips were on yours and he was hurting you with such force.

You felt trapped for what felt like eternity (with your boyfriend looking on at least) but what was really seconds before he was ripped off of you.

“Get your hands off of her!” Kevin threw the guy on the ground, the gun in his belt loaded and aimed at his head.

He looked back at you once his hands were up, breathing heavy. OK, it had messed with his head as much as yours.

A little too much, though.

Because the next thing you knew, Kevin was kicked to the ground and the dealer was grabbing his own gun.

Thankfully, you were wearing a uniform more fit for the job.

In seconds you clashed with the arms dealer, hitting down hard on his hand to realize the gun in his grasp while simultaneously grabbing the other pistol from his pocket. Just as you lifted it up to aim it, Kevin was forcing him onto the booth, hands behind his back.

“Chicago PD!” Had just left your lips as the rest of the team came by. You breathed out, no longer having to play it cool.

Kevin was also given a break when Jay came in to take him away. In two steps he was in front of you, releasing the gun from your hand and pulling you close.

“I’m never letting you out of that uniform ever again.” He muffled into your head before tipping your chin up.

You smiled, cutting the distance between your lips till they grazed his when you spoke. “You can try all you want but I know you love seeing me out of it.”

Kevin pulled your close, squashing whatever space lay between you two.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Ruzek called out with a holler, bringing you both to reality.

Out of the corner of your eye. you saw Kevin stumble a hand flying over his head as he thought on his feet.

You took a step forward, a hand on Kevin’s chest. “Kevin is slumming it with me, a uniform.”

Laughs erupted from the team, Voight shaking his head.

Kevin saddled up beside you, pulling you close once again.

“How many times I gotta say I’m not slumming it with you?”

“A million. “You shrugged. “I did have to lower my very high standards for-”

You words went unfinished as his lips found yours again.

You didn’t mind, thought. There’d be another undercover case sooner or later. You could tell him then how it was you who lucked out.

The End

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years ago

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Sweets~ Jungkook

Summery: Jungkook dresses up as a present just for you

Paring: Sub!Jungkook X Fem Dom!reader

Warning: Kookie in skirt and some fishnets, mentions of anal play and a bit of a mommy kink at the end.

Little AN: I didn’t write the actual smutty sex bits cause I wasn’t to sure on how you’d guys would feel about it lmao also this is my first attempt at dom reader smut..so uh yeah anxious me out lmaoooooo

You were exhausted. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were even heavier. That exhaustion only grew as you closed your apartment door. Your shoulders falling as you lean against the door, kicking off the heels you had worn for your interview for the promotion at work that day. Your work bag falls slightly as you walk away from the door and drop it. You had taken longer getting home than you thought you would, thinking that once your interview was over you’d be able to make it home. But your boss decided to start taking your ear off after they had confirmed you had gotten the job. She was a wonderful older lady, truly, but once she got to talking she could never really find a spot to stop till someone interrupted her. So you were late for dinner, your boyfriend was probably inside with a pout on his face and a few choice words that weren’t all too kind. Especially since it was one of the rare moments in his busy life he could leave the dorms, and escape the world of being an idol in the four walls of your apartment. Even if it was just for a couple of hours.

Letting out a deep breath you ready your mind for the fight that would probably break out in a few seconds. Yet you were only greeted by a body smashing into yours made you stumble back almost tripping over your discarded work bag. Your eyes were wide as you puffed out a breath, your arms wrapping around the taunt waist of your boyfriend, Jungkook. His nose was rubbing against the column of your neck as you felt his hands grip your blazer making you chuckle as you felt his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Uh hi, sweets.” You chuckle awkwardly as you tried to push him away to get a look at him, especially when you felt the warm skin of his abdomen. He slightly fought you, wanting to stay as close to you as possible but you finally got him to take a step back. A gasp slipping past your lips when you saw what he was wearing. He had stolen one of your crop tops and was wearing a black skirt that had three chains hanging off the top with fishnet stocking covered legs and thigh-high socks. It had your mouth watering as you licked your lips at him. “What a surprise.” You whisper as his hands grab at the bottom of the skirt, his tattoos on show as he tugged and slightly half twirled side to side. His cheeks were bright red, and his black hair was the way you, and so many of his fans, love it. Curly and falling in his eyes slightly.

“I...I assumed that you got the promotion when I realized you were almost an hour late so I decided..to..to give you a celebration gift..oh wait hold on!” His words were soft as you quickly moved away from the small area you were in. You slowly moved forward. You were no in the living room when he came sliding out of your bedroom a neon pink bow on top of his hand making you let out a laugh. Your hands covering your mouth, as you shake your head at your blushing boyfriend. “I...I know you’d probably like it better if I was in all pastel pink or something but...I had to make sure I was com-” You cut him off by grabbing him by his hips and pushing him against a wall. “Well okay.” He chuckled, making you smile brightly at him as you pressed your lips against his, the taste of strawberry chapstick had your eyes slightly toll as you pulled away and looked at him.

“You seriously are gonna kill me one day.” You mumble a smirk playing on your lips as your foot spreads his legs apart, your knee pressing against his cock making your eyes widen at the feeling of lace. “Well shit lace panties too, you truly want to kill me.” Your words were meant with a breath high pitched whimper as he ground his hips down onto your knee.

“Fuck..please.” He whispered, his hands pressing against your shoulders pushing and pulling slightly, as he rolled his lip between his teeth as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Please.”

“Please what?” You teased him as he let out a muffled cry as he banged his head against the wall making you smile at him, the bow slightly slipping making you chuckle. “Oh you’re just big baby, aren’t you.”

“Yes..yes I am. Your baby.” His words were slurred as he moved his hips up and down, sliding across your slack clade thigh. Looking down you watch his bulge move, the skirt doing very little to hide it. His head fell forward, landing softly on yours as he let out a whine making you chuckle as you pulled completely away from him making him slid down the wall a bit. “No-no-no. Why’d you stop?” He whined as he reached for you again, his arms wrapping around your neck as he jumped into your arms making you stagger back slightly as your hands moved to rest on his ass. “I’m your present.”

“And my future.” He spat out a belly shaking laugh as you shook his head at you and pressed his lips back to yours. The taste of his strawberry chapstick was greeting your taste bud once again, making you move slowly till you were in your bedroom, his legs unwrapped from around you hips and backed up till he was sitting on the edge of your bed.

“So you know how you rudely inputted me about the pastel colors and how you'd probably enjoy me in them a lot better than the black.” You tilt your head a bit as you move to stand between his legs, your hands pressing against his fishnet cover legs, the golden undertones of his pale skin almost glowing against the black.

“I like you in anything, and the black makes this more edgy I guess. My emo sissy.” Your last three words were laced with a teasing tone as you pressed your tongue against your cheek. Jungkook let out a soft whine at it, as you looked down at your heads that were kneading at his muscular flesh. Brushing your lips against his made his body shiver,as you let out another whine and pushed you away.

“You keep distracting me to the real surprise and it's making me mad.” He let out a loud huff, as his hands moved and untucked, your now wrinkled, button down. His fingers twirling the clear off white buttons.

“Oh I’m sorry sweets, what the real surprise then?” Your question was met with him pulled away, his body crawling into the center of the bed, the skirt showing off the white lace underwear he was wearing under the skirt. He bent down slightly, his ass completely stuck out as his hands moved the panties to the side and you let out a low growl. A heart shaped pastel jewel was resting against his hole, the silver trim of the plug was making the baby pink jewel stick out that much more. “Fucking hell sweets.” You mumbled, your eyes watching as his hand moved to twirl it making you chuckle as you started to unbutton your top after dropping your blazer onto the ground as Jungkook let go of his panties and got up and moved back to look at you.

“Do you like it?” He looked nervous as you sat on the back of his heels, the tops of his socks folding as he looked down while biting his lips as you chuckled and crawled onto the bed.

“Very much.” You see the tip of his tongue poke out from his lips, as his eyes fall to your breast. “So what else comes with my surprise?”

“You fucking me. You using me however you fucking want. I’m yours mommy.”

“Oh sweets, those are some drangours words and you know it.”

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bxcketbarnes · 5 years ago

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Friends... or More?

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 3600+

Author's Note: This picture is incredible. And I thought of this idea while talking to @galcalirwin ! I hope you guys like it 🥺

"I can't believe I'm the only one single in this friend group," you sigh as you and your girlfriend's drive-in downtown LA. You glance out the window as a hand lands on your shoulder.

"You're not the only one! Ash is single too," Bri states and you look towards her, a knowing smirk on her lips. You roll your eyes, fiddling with your phone.

"Wait, what? I thought he was dating that chick?" You ask, your eyes wide as you glance towards the other two girls.

Bri shakes her head, adjusting the hat on her head. "Nope. They broke up like four weeks ago," she informs you and you frown slightly.

"He didn't tell me that," you mumble quietly and the phone in your hand vibrates. Speak of the devil.

Hey! You girls get back yet?

"Maybe he hasn't found the right time to tell you?" Jess questions as you type quickly on your phone, responding to Ashton.

Driving through downtown LA as we speak. About 20 minutes until we get to Mike's.

"Yeah, maybe. How'd you find out?" You ask Bri and she gives you a look. "Calum?" You giggle and the brunette nods her head, a laugh leaving her lips.

"Of course I heard it from Cal! That man can't keep shit from me," Bri laughs and you shake your head, glancing back out the window.

Your phone vibrates again and you look down at it, smiling softly at the text Ashton sent.

Fuck, I can't wait to see you. Now I know how it feels when I go on tour lmao

Lmfao ah, yes. A taste of your own medicine! I can't wait to see you either.

"Who are you texting?" Bri asks and leans towards you, looking at the texts between you and Ashton. You scoff and turn your phone off, looking at her in disbelief.

"You're fucking nosy!" You laugh and she laughs with you, wiggling her eyebrows.

"We be flirtin' with Mr. Irwin are we?" She questions, loudly, and the other girls hear her.

You blush heavily, and you can feel the other two's eyes on me as Steff stops at a stop sign. "I-What? No! No!" You defend as they all give you a knowing look. "I'm not! He was just asking me if we were home yet."

"And then they both said they can't wait to see each other!" Bri cuts in and you slap her arm, feeling your cheeks on fire.

"Can we not do this?!" You groan and hide your face in your hands. Bri pats your back as Steff pulls into her and Michael's driveway, Michael's car not insight.

"Guess we beat them here," Steff mentions and opens the garage door before pulling her car into it.

You four get out of the car, grabbing your bags from the trunk before heading inside. You set your bag on the couch when your phone goes off and you pull it out of your back pocket to see Ashton had sent you a picture.

Your heart melts a bit at the picture, seeing the dimples indented in his cheeks. You read over the text he sent with it and you bring your lip between your teeth.

Five minutes until I see your gorgeous face!

You couldn't hold the giggle in any longer and you bring up the camera app, taking a quick selfie with your tongue sticking out before sending it to him.

You've seen my face all week. We've been snap chatting with each other almost every day!

That's nothing compared to the real thing!

"Y/N! C'mon, we're gonna wait outside!" Jess's voice calls out and you slide your phone into your back pocket after sending Ash a smile and heart emoji before heading out the front door.

Steff puts out a couple of chairs before sitting in one, Bri and Jess sitting beside her. You grab a seat next to Bri, looking up at the sky to enjoy the lovely California sun. "So," Steff begins and you glance towards her, her eyes set on you, "do you have a thing for Ash?" She asks and your lips part, hoping this conversation wouldn't have come up again.

"I…" you trail off, thinking about your answer when Michael's car backs up into the driveway. Your heart beats in your chest as one of the back doors open, Ashton climbing out of the Tesla.

You grin widely and spring up from your chair, heading towards him. The black-haired man's eyes light up at the sight of you and wrap his arms around your shoulders as soon as you make it over to him. You inhale his vanilla scent, melting a bit into his chest as your arms wrap around his torso.

"Hi, beautiful," he mumbles into your hair, swaying with you a bit as giggles leave his lips. "Did you have fun in Vegas?"

You smile when you pull away from him, looking up at him. "I did. We had a fancy-ass hotel room. It was cool. I wish you guys could've been there though," you admit and Ashton smiles.

"Yeah, it would've been cool. I've never been to Vegas with you. We'll have to go the next time we get another vacation," he mentions and you agree with him.

You and the girls just got back to the Bellagio Hotel, most of you feeling pretty good while Jess decided she was going to be soberer than the rest of you. Just in case something were to happen. You all said goodnight and I love you to each other before going to our separate rooms.

You giggle as you stumble into your giant room, slipping the leather jacket off of your shoulders. The leather jacket Ashton bought you for your birthday. You look at yourself in the giant mirror that's near the bathroom, admiring how you look in the outfit you chose to wear.

Fishnet stockings cling to your legs with a leather skirt that barely covers your ass cheeks, paired with a nude lace bodysuit from Victoria's Secret. It's a bit skimpy but it's Vegas. You were single. You were infatuated with a man who lived in LA but single nonetheless.

You fluff your hair around, grinning to yourself as you thought of an idea. You pull your phone out from your leather jacket's pocket, opening up the camera before taking a small photoshoot.

You face your back towards the mirror, seeing the small peek of your ass cheeks hanging out as you look into the mirror and bite the tip of your finger. You couldn't help but giggle, shaking your head as you look at the picture you just took.

You were happy how it turned out before deciding to take it up a notch. You set your phone on the dresser before unzipping your skirt, tossing it to the side. You tilt your head as you look into the mirror, only having the bodysuit on and your stockings. You kneel on the floor and face the wall, the side of your bare ass facing the mirror. You snap another photo before bringing up Ashton's contact, attaching the two photos that you took.

Wish you were here… 😋😘

You sent the photos and got up from the floor, beginning to undress the rest of your clothes to change into your sleep shirt.

Ashton was hanging out with Calum when his phone went off, his hazel eyes moving away from the movie they were watching to check the notification. He smiles softly when he sees your name, picking up the device from the arm of the couch.

His breath hitches in his throat when he opens the text, the two sexy pictures he received staring him in the face. "Holy shit…" he mutters quietly and tilts his head, admiring your body. He adjusts himself in his sweats and licks his lips before whispering, "wish you were here. Y-Yeah, I wish I was too."

"Who is it?" Calum asks and the black-haired man looks over at his best friend.

"It's Y/N," Ash mumbles and looks back down at his phone, saving the two pictures to his phone. "She… I'm gonna say she's feeling pretty good."

Calum lets out a laugh and looks towards his friend. "Why do you say that?"

"She, uh, sent me sexy pictures," Ashton clears his throat, feeling his cheeks grow warm. Calum's eyes went wide and mumble a "no way". "Yeah, I'm just as shocked as you are."

Cal pauses the movie and shifts in his seat so he's facing Ashton. "So, what are you feeling? Do you… do you like her?" He asks and Ashton furrows his brows together.

"I don't know. I mean, she's gorgeous. No doubt about it and she's an amazing person. So amazing. But, I just don't think she'd go for me," Ash mentions and runs his hand through his hair.

"I mean… she's gotta feel something if she sent you those, right?" Cal questions and Ashton shrugs his shoulders.

"I'll ask her about it when she gets back. Maybe she meant to text someone else," he mutters and locks his phone, setting it back on the arm of the couch.

Everyone went out to Michael's backyard to chill by the pool and spa. You put your swimsuit on before heading into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. You grab ahold of a wine cooler when Ashton's voice echoes off the walls in the kitchen. "So-"

You jump, placing a hand over your heart and glances over your shoulder. "Jesus, Ash," you mutter and let out a breath of air. "I thought you were outside already."

Ashton chuckles and shakes his head, leaning against the counter. "No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he mentions and you nod your head slowly.

Finally. He's gonna tell me about him and his ex breaking up. "What is it?" You ask while opening your wine cooler, taking a quick sip of it.

"Are you gonna explain the pictures you sent me?" He asks with raised eyebrows and your heart drops in your chest. The bottle you were holding onto slips from your grasp and falls to the floor, shattering on impact. "Shit, Y/N!"

Ashton rushes to grab some paper towels to soak up the blue liquid. "I-I'm sorry," you apologize. For dropping the bottle and sending him almost private pictures of yourself. "I-I was a bit tipsy and didn't know what I was doing."

The black-haired cutie looks up at you, his hazel eyes shining after he soaks up all of the liquid. "Hey, it's alright. I didn't say I was upset about it," he reassures you and you stare down at him in shock.

"You're not?" You whisper and he shakes his head, smiling softly.

"No, of course not. You… you looked great," Ash blushes and you let out a breathy laugh, feeling your own cheeks heat up.

He grabs a broom, sweeping the glass away from your feet. You stare at him the whole time, admiring his features. "Did you really think I looked great?" You ask him and Ashton glances back at you, throwing out some of the broken glass.

"Oh, hell yeah. I was quite shocked honestly. You were never the one to… show so much skin," he admits and you nod your head.

"I just wanted to try something different. Be more confident in me. I mean, wearing this right now can be difficult for me," you motion towards the two-piece and Ash lets his eyes roam down your figure.

"You look good. You always did. Whether you were wearing baggy clothes or dressy clothes," he tells you with a smile and you couldn't help but smile back at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. "C'mon, let's get out of this spot."

You nod your head and take a big step, getting away from the spot. Ashton finishes cleaning up the rest of the broken glass as you gathered the all-purpose cleaner, so the floor doesn't get sticky. "Thanks, Ash," you mumble to him while spraying the floor, wiping it up with some paper towels.

Ashton runs his hands through your hair, smiling down at you. "It's not a problem, love. What are friends for," he states and your stomach churns a bit. Friends.

It's been about a week and a half since the guys posted their Carpool Karabloke video and you couldn't count the numerous times you've seen a comment about your and Ash's relationship status. You're currently out to lunch with Bri and Cal, your mind far away from the topic of conversation at hand.

"Hey, Y/N?" Your friend calls out and you snap out of your daze, looking between the two of them.

"What?! Sorry," you mumble and run your fingers through your hair.

Cal chuckles softly and leans back in his chair. "You're fine. Everything alright?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders, furrowing your eyebrows.

"For the most part," you mention and rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

Bri lets out a sigh and sets a hand on her boyfriend's arm. "It's probably about Ash," she states and Cal looks at her with a confused expression. "I'm assuming you saw the tweets?" Her question is directed towards you and you press your lips together before nodding your head.

"Wait, what tweets?" Calum asks, his brown eyes darting between you and his girl.

"Ever since the carpool video came out people have been wondering if Ash and I are together because we fucking hugged on video," you inform him and shake your head, "and he replied to one of the tweets saying that we weren't. That we were just friends."

Calum furrows his eyebrows together, drumming his fingers against the table. "Okay? So, why are-"

"She likes him you fool," Bri practically shouts and you shush her, looking around to see a few people turning their heads towards us.

"Jesus," you laugh, playfully glaring at your friend, "could you be any louder?"

She smirks and shrugs her shoulders. "Just be thankful Ashton isn't here," Bri winks and you scoff, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your smile slowly diminishes as the whole situation sets in, a sigh leaving your lips. "I just… don't get it? I think he's interested in me? I mean, he didn't say he was mad about the pictures I sent him in Vegas. He said I looked great. That has to mean something right?" You ask the two of them and Calum nods his head as Bri just stares at you in shock.

"Hold up. You sent him pictures? What kind of pictures?" She asks with an eyebrow raised.

You blush, clearing your throat while scratching the back of your head. "She sent him sexy pictures," Cal states and Bri whips her head towards her boyfriend of two years.

"Excuse me? And how do you know?" She asks him and the man glances towards his girl, brown eyes wide.

"We were hanging out when he told me! I didn't see them, I swear!" He pleads and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you."

"Mhm. You fuckin' better," Bri mumbles, looking back at you and asks, "can I see the pictures?"

You nod your head and pull up the photos before facing the phone towards her. Bri pushes Cal's head away and leans down to look at the two pictures you sent Ash a few weeks ago.

"They're cute. Very sexy for sure!" She states and you bring your phone back to you, seeing a notification from Twitter.

@ilovecalum: @ashton5sos are you and the woman in the Carpool video dating?! That hug looked special as fuck!

@ashton5sos: no, no! She and I are really good friends 🖤

You swallow the lump in your throat as you don't know how many more of these types of tweets you can handle seeing. You can feel tears pool in your eyes, taking a deep breath before standing up from the chair.

"I, uhm, I gotta go. I'll see you guys later," you mumble to your two friends and walk away before they have a chance to stop you.

Bri watches you leave, a sad expression on her face as her heart breaks for you. "Doesn't he realize that he's hurting her?!" She asks her boyfriend and Cal sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, babe," he starts and drapes his arm across her shoulders. "He's pretty oblivious when it comes to this kind of stuff."

Bri sighs, relaxing into Cal's touch as she thought of a way to get him to see how you really feel about him. One way or another.

"Ashton motherfUCKING Irwin!" Bri yells while storming into the drummer's place. You furrow your brows at your best friend, seeing her tilt her head towards the back door. "Outside, now!"

You glance back at Ash, seeing his hazel eyes wide with a bit of fear swimming in them. You gently move your legs off his lap, giving him a small smile as he rubs your leg for a quick second before getting up.

"If I'm not back in five minutes… save me," he giggles before heading towards the sliding door. You chuckle and nod your head, watching him leave the house.

"What the fuck just happened?" You ask Cal and he lets out a noise, shaking his head while flailing his arms.

"I've got no idea. You know how she is," he states and you laugh, nodding your head while muttering you right.

Ashton stands outside, rubbing his palms along his ripped jeans. "So, what's up?" He asks nervously, seeing the menace look in his friend's eye.

"What's up?! What's up is that you're making Y/N cry!" She almost yells and Ash furrows his eyebrows before glancing into the house, seeing you laughing with Cal.

"She's… she's not crying?" He questions and points into the house.

Bri lets out a groan and presses her fingertips to her forehead. "Not now, dumbass. Yesterday. You made her cry yesterday while the three of us were at lunch," she explains and Ash's heart drops. He was about to ask what she meant but she pulls out her phone, cutting him off by showing him a tweet he made yesterday. "This. This made her upset."

"Wha-Why?"

"Because she loves you!"

Ashton furrows his eyebrows and pushes some of his hair out of his face. "I know that she does. I love her too," he tells her, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

"No, no, no. She loves you, Ash. Seeing you tweet out that there's basically no hope for the two of you is hurting her more than you think," the short brunette exclaims and Ashton's lips part in surprise, looking back into the house at you. "Don't you love her back?"

The drummer swallows hard, keeping his eyes on you as your figure turns to face him and his eyes meet yours. A smile comes to your lips and you give him a small wave. "I-I… I do. I think I always have. Guess I didn't realize it," he mutters and Bri lets out a sigh of relief.

"Good. Otherwise, I would've had to kick your ass," she laughs and Ashton giggles as well. "Now… go get her!"

He nods his head and once again wipes the palm of his hands on his jeans, his nerves becoming more apparent. Bri walks into the house first, heading towards the couch and sits down next to her man.

"Uh, Y/N?" Ash calls out and you whip your head around, seeing him still standing by the back door. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" He asks and motions his head towards the sliding door.

You gulp and nod your head, pushing yourself off the couch. You glance towards Bri and she smirks at you while you head towards your best friend. "What's up?" You ask and Ashton leads you outside before shutting the door behind him. "Ash?"

Ashton's heart races as your hand land on his arm, squeezing gently while you look up at him. Fuck it. He places his hands on your cheeks and leans forward to connect your lips with his. Your eyes are wide as you fist his shirt in your hands, letting them flutter shut. You melt into the kiss, not believing this is happening as you kiss him back.

One of your hands moves to the back of his neck, your fingers carding into his black hair. Ashton glides his hands down your sides, squeezing your hips as he presses you against him. You pull away from him after a bit, breathing heavily as Ash presses his forehead against yours. "I… what…"

"Do you wanna go out with me?" He asks and your breath hitches in your throat, looking up at him through your lashes.

"A-A-Really?" You whisper and he grins, his dimple indenting his cheek and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yeah, really. I… I didn't really tell you much about my ex because I was using her to try and get over you. It didn't go well, obviously. I'm sorry if I hurt you and didn't see it," he explains and your heart flutters, closing your eyes while letting out a breath.

"It's okay. It's okay," you mumble and stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. "I guess we were both a little stubborn to see what was in front of us."

Ashton lets out a laugh and nods his head, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Very. Better late than never though," he states and you nod, grinning like a fool as his arms wrap around your waist. "Maybe we can ditch these two and go on a date?"

You glance towards Cal and Bri, seeing them watching the two of you. Bri gives you a thumbs up and you let out a laugh before looking up at Ash. "That sounds great, Ash."

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wxlfstxrx · 4 years ago

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sweater weather chat #5, part 2

our dear @shinymooncolor asked me to help write part 2 of her amazing text fic that had me screaming into my pillow at 6am. lots of hockey puns, lots of laughter, and lots of flirting oOoOooOOoo. thanks shiny for the guidance, and i hope you like it as much as i do :) characters by @lumosinlove!

They had won. He had had his second shutout of the season. A perfect way to pay back a new sponsor. Kasey had never cared much for sucking up to the guys in suits. He had a handful of lucrative endorsements— he didn’t have to do much besides wear certain brands for press and endorse a bunch of stuff like skates, equipment, and even hair products once in a while.

The teasing over the past few days had been near insufferable. And he still felt like kicking himself. But he’d been so frustrated and turned on and Nat knew. She knew what a single snap would do, knew he had to suffer through another two hours worth of presentations. He had tried to pay attention, he really had, but once he knew Kris was taking notes, his mind had drifted. Having his girlfriend live texting and snapping pictures of herself did not help. His phone had glitched at one point, and the texts had been sent off to the worst imaginable group of people. Even texting his mother by accident would have been better than his immature, prankster teammates.

He stomped down the hallway, following the excited chatter and buzzing of his team. He knew the press would be interviewing him, so he stayed in character, not even wincing when Pots threw an arm around his shoulders and cheered loudly before smacking a kiss to the helmet perched on the top of his head. He did, however, squeeze back when Leo wrapped an arm around him, part congratulating and part sympathetic, and he patted his rookie mentee on the back in response.

Coach began his victory speech as he slowly and methodically padded down, unlacing his skates and disregarding the increasing volume that arose on the back of a win. He ignored the pointed whispers of the boys next to him— Kuny and Nado were always up to something, and he wasn’t going to rise to their bait. Not this time.

Dumo got his attention as he sat down heavily next to him, between him and his Russian stall neighbour, wrapping a sweaty arm around his shoulder and waxing poetic about his saves. He rolled his eyes, but immediately re-schooled his face as the media swarmed through the doors. They descended upon him and Cap, and he politely answered questions with pre-studied replies and polite smiles. There was a commotion and some wolf whistles and whooping, but he resolutely ignored it and continued speaking to the reporter.

“No, I’m always preparing differently, each game is new and you can never truly rely—” He stopped short, feeling his cheeks flame; even his many years of psychological training and optimisation had not prepared him for the sight of his six foot teammate dressed up in fishnet tights, some sort of leather bodice and his tattoos on full display. Their teammates were whooping and guffawing, and when Nado caught his eye, he winked exaggeratedly and blew a kiss.

“What the bloody fuck,” Kasey whispered, his jaw dropped and his face bright red.

Nado casually sauntered over to him, falling into Kuny’s stall with frankly too much grace for someone in five inch stilettos. He draped himself against Kasey’s side, and Kasey blinked, leaning back.

“Hey, handsome,” Nado smirked, curling a lock of Kasey’s long brown hair around his finger. He leaned closer, his breath tickling Kasey’s cheek. “I bet my stick would feel great in your crease, don’t you agree, sweetie?”

Bewildered, Kasey’s gaze snapped to the rest of the locker room, purposefully avoiding looking into the cameras. God, he bet the media was having a field day with this… whatever this was. All around him, his teammates and some of their partners who had come down to congratulate them on their win were bent double with laughter, with Pots right at the front gleefully recording the whole spectacle, presumably for Nat, who had not been able to make it due to a gig on the other end of the city.

Nado hooked his legs over Kasey’s on the bench, throwing his arms around him as he seductively trailed a finger down his cheek. “Or, if that’s not your cup of tea, I’m happy to let you cover my crease any time. We can work on our power plays together.”

Someone roared with laughter, and Kasey pushed Nado, who was practically seated on his lap now, off of him. The heavily tattooed man pouted, his big blue eyes glistening like the ocean on a clear summer’s day.

“Aww, c’mon babe, don’t I look hot in leather? The boys seem to think so, and something tells me that you do too,” He smiled sweetly, and Kasey scowled at the others. Tremzy looked like he had just scored his first goal in the league, and Harzy had an arm slung around him, grinning smugly. He met Leo’s eye, and he gave him an apologetic smile and half nod, but his eyes were glittering with amusement.

“I—” Kasey had to stop himself from cussing in front of the media, and he groaned instead, running his hands through his frazzled hair.

“Err, sorry,” The reporter— not Skeeter, this time— cut in, evidently entertained but also very confused. She turned to Nado, seeing as Kasey had buried his face in his hands, muttering under his breath. “Jackson, help me to understand the situation here. Is this some sort of new game ritual you have, or are we missing something?”

Nado smiled lazily, leaning back against the stall divider beside him and combing his fingers through his floppy brown fringe. “Ask Kuny, he’s boss.”

Realising what Nado had done, Kuny spluttered, glaring warningly back at Nado, but he simply shrugged and began to rub Kasey’s back sensually.

Kasey jumped, and he quickly whispered to Nado as the reporter headed over to a very harassed looking Kuny, the cameras trailing behind her.

“Nado, what on earth? What are you guys playing at?”

“Sorry man, I had to. ‘s my punishment for that whole… thing with Kuny’s cousin. He made me do it,” Nado grimaced for a second, then shrugged, batting his eyelashes. He looked down at himself, cocking his head and nodding in approval at the tight leather bodice around his torso. “Gotta admit I look smashing though, I might just have to get a picture of this for the gram.”

Kasey sighed, and looked over at Kuny, who was surrounded by the media and the rest of the team, in their various states of undress.

“Nado been bad. I punish him,” He replied curtly, not wanting to speak more than he had to. Talker snorted, and Sergei and Dumo both barked out a laugh which they covered up with a cough.

The reporter’s eyebrows flew up beneath her bangs. “Oooookay, seems like there’s been lots of, uh, love going around today,” She turned back to the cameras, which swung back round to face her, and she began wrapping up her interview.

Kuny awkwardly slid away, approaching Nado and Kasey as the press made their exit. He thwacked Nado upside the head, and he yelped.

“Fuck you. You— You buttface,” Kuny growled menacingly, but everyone around them burst into another round of laughter.

Timmers wheezed, and he slapped Kuny hard on the back. “Fuck Kuny, you’re a real special one, you know that?”

“What?” He glared. “I cuss at Nado, why you laugh?”

“Nothing,” Timmers shook his head, his hazel eyes bright and shining with mirth. “Nothing, Kuny. You’re good. Stay like this forever, please.”

Pots, who was still recording, whipped the camera around to face Kasey and Nado, still seated on the bench, Kasey having forgotten about removing his gear when the press had come in. Nado instantly threw himself back onto Kasey’s lap, flicking his fringe dramatically and smiling at the camera.

“Say, Nado, why do I have a feeling you’ve got more to offer than what you’ve given us already?” Pots grins, zooming in to Nado’s wink.

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask!” He lifted the back of his hand to his forehead theatrically, his voice a high pitched whine. He didn’t even break character, Kasey had to give him that, but before he had the chance to push Nado off him again, the other boy had cupped both his cheeks in his large hands and brought their faces close together.

“You know, I think the ref should’ve given you two minutes in the box earlier,” Nado simpered, waggling his eyebrows at Kasey, who decided to fix his gaze on the long scar running across his teammate’s face rather than look into his eyes. “Because baby, you’ve got me hooked onto you.”

Kasey’s eyes flew up to meet Nado’s in a frown. “I— That wasn’t— What?”

Tremzy gasped loudly. “Blizzard, are you… blushing? From that pick up line?”

“What? No I’m not,” Kasey tried to defend himself indignantly, but Nado was grinning from ear to ear and even Loops, who had been silently watching all this while with a mysterious smile, snickered at that.

Nado turned so he was straddling Kasey, and his hands gripped onto the dividers on either side of them, effectively caging Kasey in his stall. With nowhere else to look at, Kasey dared to roam his eyes over Nado, from his chin-length brown hair falling into a curtain around his face, to his confident smirk, down to his bare unshaved chest, still glistening with sweat from the match earlier and the stifling heat in the locker room.

Up close, he could see the details on his tight leather corset, the three heavy straps in the front and the tight shiny material stretched out at the crotch, giving Kasey an impressive but probably very inappropriate view of Nado’s groin. He flushed even more as he realised Nado’s bare ass, save for the fishnet stockings, was planted on his lap.

Speaking of the fishnet… Fuck.

Nado had actually shaved his legs for this. What the hell. His long legs were spread wide open and his muscular thighs were pressed against his own, and those stilettos... His stall suddenly seemed very warm, and Kasey leaned back against the wall behind him, his head thunking against the wood loudly.

“Oh, Kasey,” He pinched Kasey’s flaming cheek with one hand, and he swatted it away, huffing in embarrassment. “Seems like the fishnet and leather are indeed to your liking, eh?”

“Fuck off,” He muttered in response, crossing his arms and turning to the side.

“Oh, but don’t you just love the way the fishnet feels against your legs?” Nado purred into his ear. “Just imagine, darling, what these legs will feel like, wrapped around your—”

Kasey stood up suddenly, his hands sliding under Nado’s ass and lifting him up. Nado shrieked and clutched onto Kasey’s broad shoulders tightly as he turned around, slamming him up against the empty wall beside his stall. He leaned in close enough so their noses were almost touching, his light brown eyes blazing, a stark contrast from his usual calm and collected front. “Yeah, Nado? You wanna go? Why imagine? I’m not afraid of spearing you. Think you can handle me, hmmm?”

He raised a brow, and Nado’s eyes widened in shock. He heard a mixture of gasps, chokes and laughter from behind him, and his lips curled up in a victorious smirk. He stepped back from the wall, walking them over to Kuny, who was seated by his stall. Kasey let go of Nado, dropping him into his roommate’s lap, and nonchalantly turned back to his stall to continue undressing. As he tugged off his leg pads and skates, he called over his shoulder to Kuny.

“Take your work wife home, won’t you, Russian God? He’s got a timeout.”

With that, he peeled off his jersey and the rest of his gear, and headed to the gym to cool down, leaving the rest of the team in chaos.

On the way out, he passed by Kuny patting Nado on the head comfortingly and telling him, “Hehe, not be bad anymore. I’m win.”

He was sure he heard Nado respond with a “Fuck, I think I need a cold shower. Now.”

#Sweater Weather #sweaterweatherchats #lumosinlove #sweaterweatherchatsnr5

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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So we can request Halloween stuff? Awesome. One for Diego Hargreeves, where he goes trick or treating with his girlfriend and their little girl and the rest of the family kind of tags along? I bet Diego wouldn’t want to dress up, but his little one but definitely be Robin and him Batman

A/N: Okay, I kind of love this request, and I did stick to the Batman theme. Just…a little tweak to what you suggested. (Also I love that it is just universally accepted that Diego would have a daughter and she would have him wrapped around her adorable little fingers.) Word Count: 1416

Halloween was right around the corner, and you had to admit, you were a little nervous. It was Eva’s first time really wanting to go out trick-or-treating, and being back in the city meant that you didn’t know where might or might not be best. And the last thing you wanted was for your daughter to walk away disappointed by her candy haul (because you refused to consider the darker concerns that nudged the back of your mind about safety. If you did, you’d become just as paranoid as Diego.) That thought spurred an idea and early one Saturday, you decided to call him.

The two of you weren’t together by any means, but you had slowly, hesitantly allowed him back into your lives, knowing that it wasn’t fair to keep him from your daughter, or her from her father. Especially since he seemed to want so badly to be involved. You couldn’t help but smile when he answered, voice husky with sleep, even if he tried to deny it. Explaining the situation, you invited him to come out to breakfast and to help you costume shop, and maybe show you around where you could take Eva on the night in question. He agreed readily, promising to pick you both up in an hour.

“I wanna be Batman!” you daughter declared, skipping down the street from the diner. “And you gotta be The Riddler Mommy. I can’t be Batman without a villain.”

“The Riddler? Not Joker?” you asked, knowing what her answer would be, as it was always her answer.

She shook her head, pig-tails bobbing. “No. Not the Joker. The Joker is boring, and he’s mean to Harley Quinn and you can’t dress up as somebody mean. Plus the Riddler is smarter and just cooler. Duh.”

“Oh, of course. How silly of me. But Eva, darling,” you said, an evil smile creeping across your face. “Aren’t you forgetting one more person every good Batman needs?”

“Who’s that Mama?” She asked, tilting her head curiously.

“Why Robin of course! Where would Batman be without his trusty sidekick?”

Her face grew serious as she stopped short, pouting her lips and tapped her chin in thought. Diego couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression; clearly spending even a few evenings around Klaus had given the precocious little girl a flair for the dramatic.

“Maybe…” she hesitated before turning to him with the widest begging eyes she could muster, “you could be Robin?”

He opened his mouth to refuse. He (ironically) wasn’t the sort to dress up on Halloween, and certainly not in a fake-muscled superhero costume. And he wasn’t even sure if you wanted him to tag along. He hoped you might, but you hadn’t actually invited him yet.

“Please,” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant with just the tiniest familiar hint of a stutter. “…Dad?”

His heart clenched. That title was still so new, so raw. Even after reuniting with the two of you, he had gotten to know her as ‘Mister Diego,’ an old friend of yours, until you were ready to explain to her the complicated reality of the situation, a boundary he respected but still left him reeling. He wasn’t sure he was capable of being a good father to her, or a good partner to you again if you ever decided to let him. But he was sure that he would do anything for her, especially when she asked like that. And she knew it.

He sighed. “Fine. But can I at least be the Chris O’Donnell one?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Eva said. “But you have to be the regular Robin. Promise?”

“Regular Robin meaning…?”

You hid a giggle behind your hand. “Break out your hot pants, Boy Wonder.”

You buttoned your bright green jacket as you inspected your appearance in the mirror. The entire look was a much sexier and revealing costume than you had originally thought to wear, especially for taking your four year old to trick-or-treat on a chilly night. But, if you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to look good for Diego. Having him back in your life, even platonically, these past few months had only served to remind you how much you still loved him, and seeing him with Eva...well let’s just say you had a vision of the future and really hoped it was still an option.

There was a knock on the door.

“Dad!” you daughter shouted, running for the door as fast as her little legs could carry her.

“Eva! Don’t answer the--” you called, walking out of your bedroom, cutting off as she threw the door open and launched herself into Diego’s arms before you could finish your sentence.

He laughed, catching her and hugging her tightly.

“You really shouldn’t open your door for strangers,” he told her seriously.

“But, Daddy, you’re not a stranger,” she countered.

“I could have been though, and you didn’t know it was me. Always check before answering the door. Or better yet, let your Mom or grandparents do it.”

“Hi Diego,” you called, having turned back to your room to finish getting ready when you’d heard his voice. “I’m just putting on the finishing touches, and I’ll be out in a minute. Make yourself comfortable in the living room if you want.”

Hearing Eva happily chattering away, you smiled as you put on your bright purple lipstick and slipped your stockinged feet into a pair of black flats (maybe a less sexy shoe than you could have worn, but much more comfortable to walk around in).

“Wow,” Diego breathed, as you walked through the door.

You could feel his eyes trace over you, lingering on your low-cut bustier under the suit jacket and again on your very tight mini-skirt before trailing down your fishnet stockings and all the way back up again. The action brought a heat to your cheeks and you suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Too much?” you asked awkwardly. “It would only take me a minute to switch…”

“You look so pretty Mommy!” Eva cried, hugging your legs, feeling incredibly strange in her foam muscles and spandex.

“And you look like the best batman I’ve ever seen!” You resisted the urge to pick her up and spin her around as you might have otherwise done, for fear that you would spill out of your costume if you tried.

“Can we go trick treating now?” her words catching slightly and her wide brown eyes staring up at you, reminding you so much of the man still sitting on the couch, and you smiled.

“Of course. As long as Robin’s ready?”

The question startled Diego out of his thoughts, and now it was his turn to blush.

“You have to promise not to laugh…” he muttered.

“Cross my heart, I will not laugh at you out loud.”

“Y/N…” he warned.

“I’m sorry, but that is the best I can do. But it’s Halloween. Half the point is to go over the top, even when it’s ridiculous.”

He sighed, standing up and walking over to join the two of you and your eyes widened. He really had gone full costume, straight out of the classics: red vest, yellow cape and belt, matched bright green undershirt and booty shorts, ankle boots. The only thing that looked even remotely normal was the black domino mask across his eyes which you suspected was the same one he wore while hunting criminals every night.

“Oh.” You found yourself at a loss for words, shocked and moved that he would actually go through that effort, and embarrassment, in order to make Eva happy.

The two of you stared at each other, each lost in your own confusing thoughts.

“Ahem!” you daughter said loudly, fists planted on her hips.

“Got your pillowcase?” you asked her and she nodded. “Then let’s go!”

Eva squealed excitedly and dashed off. You and Diego followed at a slightly more relaxed pace down the porch steps and out into the city. Hesitantly, you slipped your hand into Diego’s gloved one.

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning against him slightly, “for doing this for her.”

He smiled back at you, squeezing your hand. “Of course. I’d do anything for her. But it wasn’t just for her.”

“I know,” you answered after a moment, voice barely audible even to him, standing so close.

The pair of you fell silent, eyes tracking your daughter as she practically danced down the street, following behind her, hand in hand.

#Halloween prompts #Dad!Diego #fluff #I had a lot of fun writing this #I was absolutely imagining the 1970 TV show version of Robin (or classic comics if you prefer)#and there is a tiny part of me tempted to try to photoshop it together but I'll refrain/leave it to someone more talented than I #Diego Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #(also just realized that you mentioned something in your request about the rest of the family. Oops)

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acreativeme · 3 years ago

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Little Dove

Clinton Skye x Reader

A/N: I don’t know Russian, so I am using google translate. I apologize for any mistakes. Also, there is some triggers in here about kidnapping, sexual assault, and sex trafficking.

She left a note, along with her phone and her engagement ring.

Clinton,

I’m sorry, but I couldn’t say goodbye in person. I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye and lie to you. I will be gone for a while, so I am not asking you to wait for me. I can’t tell you anything yet, but I will try when I get back. I love you with everything in me.

Y/N

Clinton sunk down the wall, his heart breaking as he reread her letter. They had been together for a few years, only recently getting engaged. It took him a few minutes, but he called Jess for support.

...2 Months later…

With the help of her driver, Y/N stepped out of the town car-- the slips of her black bodycon gown showing off her muscular legs. Her hair was held back with silver dagger-like sticks, making it easy for her to hide weapons on her person. A bald man in a tight black suit held out his arm for her to take, escorting her into the ball room.

“Добрый вечер, мэм. Аукцион начнется через тридцать минут.”(Good Evening, Ma’am. The auction will begin in thirty minutes.) He said in a low tone.

Y/N nodded, “Спасибо.” (Thank you.)

He let her go as they walked through the doorway of the ballroom. She walked up to the bar, ordering a gin and tonic. As she took a little sip, she scanned the room--picking out her targets in the crowd. A Russian human trafficker had kidnapped four undercover CIA agents, so Y/N was here to get them back and take out the traffickers.

She downed her drink, passing it off to a waiter as they walked passed by. She quickly reapplied her lipstick before heading towards her first target. He was standing off to the side, watching the crowd. Y/N acted as if she hadn’t noticed him standing there, to get him to make the first move.

She watched him scan her from head to toe, smirking as he turned to fully look at her. “Вам нравится то, что вы видите?” (Do you like what you see?) She smirked, still facing away from him.

He smirked, “даже очень.” (Very much so).

Y/N boldly took his hand, leading him to a door that was off to the side of the ballroom. She knew from studying the floor plans that there was a small coat room that was not being used. With her in front, she was not aware that he had pulled something out of his pocket. As he closed the door, Y/N reached for the dagger that she had strapped to her upper thigh. He wrapped one arm around her from behind, using the other to inject her with a sedative.

“Goodnight, маленький голубь.’( Goodnight, little dove.)

...6 months later…

Clinton’s POV

Clinton leaned against the counter, staring off into space-- which is something he’s been doing alot. His thoughts have been shifting towards Y/N, the ex that went missing. Everyone keeps asking how he knew she was missing and hadn’t just left him, and he’d always respond with that he felt it in his soul. He knew with his whole heart that she wouldn’t have left without a good reason.

Jess stepped into the office with a grave look out his face. “Pictures of missing 16 year old, Irene Romanov, were found on sex trafficking website run by Russian Immigrant Dimitri Petrov.” He signaled Hana to pull up the website. “Many of the girls have been identified as missing in both the US and around Europe…” Jess froze as his eyes locked on one of the girls.

“Y/N…” Clinton whispered as he also locked onto her posting.

Y/N was laying on her back, hair dyed blonde. Her eyes were dull like life had been drained from them. She was in a matching pair of red and white lingerie with white fishnet stockings. There were bruises on her neck, arms, and inner thighs.

“What the fuck did they do to her?” Kenny stated, anger evident in his voice.

Hana clicked on the profile. “They say her name is Alyona. She is a ‘submissive and experienced’ lover.” She gagged at the end, as the team turned to look at Clinton.

His face was unreadable. “I told you.” was all he said as he stormed out of the room.

Y/N’s POV

She looked around the bare room that Dimitri had shoved her into, trying to figure a way out. She had been traded to Dimitri by the man that kidnapped her, who then moved her to America--not realizing that this was her home turf. She observed him as he moved around the warehouse that he turned into a brothel, noticing that he would leave doors open as he rotated girls in and out of the ‘business’ bedrooms.

Dimitri had a schedule for each girl, like this was some union job, and would rotate out the women after their shift. Y/N, however, was the only girl that he didn’t do that with. He would send in John after John, only giving her small intervals of time to recoup between dates. The only other thing he did different from the other girls was that he didn’t drug her. The man that sold her to him had mentioned that she was a submissive bitch and that he recommends not ‘damaging good goods’ with drugs.

Dimitri seemed to idolize the man that kidnapped her, so he listened to him about the drugs. Dimitri uses violence to keep her in line, especially when she acts out around the other girls. He would use her as an example to keep the other girls in line, which she would gladly continue to do if it meant she could protect the other girls.

The only time that Y/N gets to spend time with the other girls is when they shower, as Dimitri forces them to shower together in a prison-like shower area. She will check on them as they pass along the cheap hygiene products, which makes them consider her a guardian angel. There have been multiple times where he has come in to find her holding one of the other girls, which makes him rip the other girl out of her arms and back hand her.

“Are you ready for your next customer, Alyona? Heard he’s a dark one.” Dimitri stood over her with a dark grin.

She internally sighed, not wanting to show her true emotions. “Yes, master.” She replied meekly. She moved to be sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees together but feet apart.

He leaned out the doorway to signal for the customer to come. “You may enter, Sir. Your entertainment for the evening is ready.”

Y/N had to hold back a gasp as Clinton Skye walked through the door. “Good evening, sir. Thank you for accepting me as your entertainment.” She recited, just as she had been instructed.

Clinton nodded, trying to school his face. “She’ll do just fine.”

Dimitri nodded, shutting the door as he walked out of the room. Clinton and Y/N stared at each other, not knowing what to say to each other. After a moment, Y/N launched herself into his arms. She sobbed into his arms as he held her tightly to his chest.

He let her bury herself into his chest. “Shhh. I got you, love.” He whispered into her hair.

She pulled away to look at him. “I messed up, Clinton. I lied to you about my past and my relationship with the agency. I took a mission that I knew was going to go wrong.”

“Don’t think about it now. We’ve got to focus on getting you and other girls out of here.” He whispered darkly, shooting the door a hard look. “We’ve got a team surrounding the building and snipers on the surrounding buildings.”

Y/N took a deep breath, hardening herself. “You are right.” She brushed the tears away, “did you bring in any weapons?”

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get involved. You’ve been through enough, let me take care of you.” He looked at her with big eyes, wanting her to listen to him.

She sighed, knowing that she was not in any shape to take down these criminals. “Okay, we will do it your way.”

Clinton kissed her forehead. “It’s a go!” he whispered into his mic.

Clinton made sure to put himself between Y/N and the door. He knew that Dimitri was going to try and come after Y/N, having heard some henchman talking about how she was going to be their golden goose. He promised himself, after seeing her picture on that website, that would protect her with his last breath. He also promised not to tell her, because she would lecture him about how she can protect herself.

Within moments of the team storming the castle, Dimitri was throwing open the door- half expecting them to be in the middle of having sex. He froze as Clinton aimed his gun at his forehead. “Freeze.”

“You’re a cop!” He yelled, charging at them.

Clinton fired his weapon, only after aiming for Dimitri’s knee. Dimitri fell forward with a scream. “I told you to freeze.”

Kenny came in shortly after the gunshot, gun raised and ready. “Clinton, you guys okay?”

Clinton nodded, “Yeah, the idiot moved when I told him to freeze. I’m going to let you cuff him, while I take Y/N to the ambulance.”

Dimitri looked up, confused on who Y/N was. “Whose Y/N?”

She finally stepped from behind Clinton. “Me. My name is not Alyona.” She walked forward, trying not to show that she was scared. “You are not only going to be charged for crimes at a national level, but an international level also.”

Dimitri smeared at her, laughing under his breath. “You went from cop to whore. What an upgrade.”

Without thinking, Y/N slugged him. Clinton and Kenny jumped into action, and pulled them apart. “At least I won’t be someone’s bitch in prison.”

Clinton pulled her out of the room, not wanting to subject her to that creeps presents. “Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”

Y/N just nodded, becoming increasingly more hollow the farther away they got from her room.

... At the hospital…

Y/N’s POV

Y/N numbly as the SANE nurses poked, prodded, and took photos of her. She didn’t make a sound, no matter how much they made her uncomfortable. They hadn’t allowed Clinton into the exam room as they weren’t married. When they asked her to lay on the table, Y/N closed her eyes tightly-- trying to not picture the numerous men that had taken advantage of her.

“This may feel a little bit uncomfortable, but we need to do a pelvic exam.” The nurse said, wanting to keep her clued into everything that was going on.

“I know.” She whispered, laying back and spreading her legs.

Everything goes black for the remainder of the exam, not that Y/N needed to pay too much attention. When she opened her eyes, Clinton was standing next to her-- talking with a doctor.

“... she is going to need a lot of therapy and patience. We are going to prescribe anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, and sleeping medications as she is going to have some trauma from what she experienced.” The doctor explained, not even bothering to look at her.

“You know, if you are going to talk about me, you better man up and look at me.” Y/N stated, hoarsely. “I will not be treated like I am less than human, because I am a sexual assault victim.”

Clinton squeezed her hand, wanting to bring her comfort. “Y/N, he is just trying to help you heal.”

She rolled her eyes, reverting back to silence. The doctor shared a look with Clinton, before stepping out of the room. “I know that you’ve been through a lot, but you don’t need to be snippy with the doctor.”

She glared at him. “He was acting cold, not caring about my feelings. I have feelings, Clinton. I am not just some piece of meat.” She cried.

Clinton pulled her into his arms. “I know, sweetie.” He rubbed her head. “You’ve been through something horrific, it is going to take some time to properly heal.”

She looked up at him with big eyes. “I don’t want to do this alone.” She whimpered.

“You won’t be alone, love. I promise.”

A/N: There will not be a part two. I don’t feel comfortable writing a 2nd part.

#requested #FBI Most Wanted #fbi most wanted imagine #imagines #one shots #sex trafficking #trigger warning #trauma #ptsd #gunshot #Clinton Skye #Clinton Skye imagines #sweetswriting

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mypassionfortrash · 5 years ago

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KICKS (part 7)

It’s the night Roger’s been training for! Can you continue to keep your kinks and your feelings separate?

WARNINGS: Strong D/s themes throughout this fic; small mentions of sexual/physical abuse; STRICTLY 18+. NOTES: As always a massive thank you to those of you who are sticking with this fic. I promise I’ll try and make this worth your while. If you liked this chapter, please REBLOG THE EVERLOVING FUCK OUT OF THIS (and maybe leave feedback, I beg of thee). Thank you!

CATCH UP: Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six

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Tugging the zipper on your makeup bag, you stared across at your reflection on your wardrobe door. Hair up in rollers, rogue sparkling away on your lips, your silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your skin still glowed from a flaming hot shower. You looked good, though, you reasoned to yourself above your heartbeat surging away in your ears. With trembling fingers, you jabbed out Roger’s number.

“Hello?” Roger’s voice wavered over the line.

“Hello, Roggie. Ready for our playdate?”

“Yeah… about that,” he began.

That was the starting gun and your mind was off to the races.

“I’ve been really bad,” Roger admitted, with the kind of sly intonation that made him sound like he was sharing a sordid secret with you. “I–I… I came last night.”

You sucked in a heavy sigh of relief, but before you could talk, Roger was back at it, explaining himself.

“You see I managed to take the biggest plug while I was… you know… and it just sort of popped in. I couldn’t help it.”

He sounded rather pleased with himself. “Well, you know I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you, Roggie?”

On the other end of the line, Roger swallowed hard, feeling his breathing cripple in an iron fist around his lungs.

“Don’t you, Roggie?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be over in an hour,” you began. Your tone could have carved stone. “I want you waiting on your knees with your back to the door. Bottom in the air. I want you naked and lubed up with that plug inside you. Keep the door unlocked. Do you understand?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you in an hour.”

As soon as you hung up, you cast an eye over to the duffel bag at the foot of your bed. You had crammed it with all the accoutrements you needed for another night with Roger, plus clothes for work the next day. But you never banked on having to pack something to punish him with. He was always so eager and obedient any time you checked in on him.

Leaning forward, you pulled open the drawer at the bottom of your wardrobe. You liked to keep these items separate from the ones in the cabinet at your bedside.

Drawing your fingers over all the torture instruments at your disposal, you wondered about Roger’s pain tolerance. He was so slight that you wondered if he really could take anything more than a flimsy little riding crop. Canes and whips and floggers were out of the question. For now, of course. You wiggled your fingers just a bit more.

There it was.

Exactly what you had been looking for.

You were going to wear gloves, the elbow length vinyl ones that were draped over the bed frame with the rest of your outfit. They would be enough to dull the pain but still pack a punch. Chewing the inside of your lip, you closed the drawer.

And then you snatched it open again.

On second thoughts, you couldn’t guarantee your hand would be enough for him. After all, Roger was stubborn. He had fight in him. What if he misbehaved again?

In a second of pure sadism, you laughed to yourself as you picked up a small and supple leather paddle. That would be perfect.

Looking at the clock beside your bed, your eyes bulged. Somehow you had managed to waste ten whole minutes and you still needed to get dressed, and drive to Roger’s, and allow yourself some time to gather your composure once you got there.

You cursed under your breath and jumped to your feet.

Grabbing the bottle of talcum powder from your washbag, you patted some powder over your stomach and your thighs. You had big plans for your outfit, but if even a hint of sweat or moisture stuck around on your skin, that plan would become very very difficult for you. You held up a pair of shiny black hot pants to assess just how much sucking in your had to do to hike those up. “Here goes nothing.”

It turns out the shorts were the least of your worries. When you had slipped into your sheer red bra, your fishnet stockings and then your vinyl gloves, the time came to put on your boots. They rose to your knees with heels that lifted you up to the sky. But it had been a while since you had a chance to wear them.

Maybe it was you? Maybe the zipper was just stubborn? But you definitely broke a sweat by squeezing into them. And you wasted another ten minutes doing just that.

So, all dressed up like a devilish Wonder Woman, you slipped on your coat, grabbed your bag and hurried out to your car.

A disconnect between your gut and your brain nearly landed you in an accident or two on the way to Roger’s place. You struggled to keep your eyes on the road as came in waves. But when you arrived and the car came to a halt, it was a struggle just to breathe.

Focusing on the reflection of your eye in the rearview mirror helped. Blinking slowly, lined with heavy black eyeliner. When you calmed down, it travelled from the mirror to Roger’s door and the dull glow coming from the stained glass window up above it.

All the houses on the broad suburban street were dotted safely apart. No risk of curtain pullers here. That was a bonus, you thought, stepping out of your car. You grabbed your bag from the boot and looked around again. Not a soul in sight.

He must be rich – richer than you even dared to imagine – you thought, tottering down the winding path in his front garden. Neatly trimmed shrubs and exotic looking plants shone through the darkness, and you couldn’t get over the sheer enormity of the house itself. You counted three floors, but your neck couldn’t crane your neck far enough to verify that. You cast a glance back to your decade-old Ford Escort sitting at the side of the road. He was definitely too rich for you.

Bolstering yourself for what was waiting for you on the other side, you reached for the handle, taking a deep breath. Your eyes widened when you realised that Roger had left the door unlocked. That sparked an unbearable curiosity and one swift push later, the door was open; the sight that greeted you took your breath away.

Without a word, you stepped inside on unsteady legs. All while Roger kept still on the floor, waiting for you to greet him.

“Good boy,” you whispered, giving his hair a ruffle as you breezed past him, shrugging out of your coat as you moved along. The hall was quaint, decorated with dark wood and ornate rugs on the floor. You pointed towards the room on your left. “Is the living room through here?”

“Yes,” Roger said.

“Good. Follow me. On your knees.”

With every move that Roger made, his muscles seemed to contract and tense in a strange mix of anticipation and the draught from the hall seeping into his frame. The wooden floor bore into his knees, making crawling even more uncomfortable for him. He barely kept up.

Perching on the edge of a chesterfield sofa, you gave Roger a moment to catch up. His head was bowed as he tried to maintain his composure. But when he arrived at your feet, he looked up at you with big, sad eyes.

Curling one of your vinyl clad fingers under Roger’s chin, you kept his sights set firmly on you. “Are you going to be good?”

“I will. I promise.”

“Ok,” you said, sitting back. You patted your thigh. “Over my lap.”

Roger scrambled to his feet for the first time in almost an hour. Unsteady and unsightly, he flung himself over your knee, facing the floor.

He was light as a feather but he had more than enough to grab on to at the back. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, Roggie?” you asked, unable to resist pawing at his soft backside.

“I–I disobeyed you,” he began. “I was supposed to go a whole week without making myself come. And I disobeyed you.”

“I’m so disappointed in you, Roggie.”

Roger fumbled at the top of your stockings. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you for this. You’ll have to work for it.”

“I know.”

“But, if you want me to stop, what do you say?”

Without hesitation, Roger spoke: “Red.”

“Good. You ready?”

Roger shuffled on your lap in an attempt to get comfortable, but he quickly realised it was no good. There was no comfortable position. Not like this. You felt him give up; his muscles relaxed. Resigned. “Ready.”

You started hard. One swift stinging swat to his cheeks to test the water had him hissing. “Remember, if you need me to stop just say–“

“Red, I know.”

“Oh, he has an attitude,” you cooed. “You know, I was going to ease you into this, but now I don’t think I will.”

Before Roger could respond, you doled out no less than twenty strikes, with one arm around his waist to keep him still as he fought for control over his movements. His skin burned, but his cock pressing up against your thigh told a different story.

“You’re.”

One smack.

“Not.”

Another smack.

“Supposed.”

Another one.

“To be.”

And another.

“Enjoying this.”

Roger’s backside was painted with pink handprints, but he was stubborn. He wasn’t showing any signs of remorse. Not even a single ‘ow.’ You had to be sure he wasn’t just gritting his teeth to get through this. You had to test his limits.

“I think we should take this up a notch, don’t you, Roggie?” you said, prodding at the base of the plug he was wearing.

“N-no!… Yes.”

“At least you followed that instruction, didn’t you?” You gave the plug a twist and then pulled it ever so slightly until the metal bulb inside him became visible. That was enough to elicit a moan from him. And for you to refocus on the task at hand. “Didn’t you, my little slut?” you repeated with another smack on Roger’s bottom.

“Yes, yes. Fuck.”

With one arm around Roger’s waist, you reached down with the other to unzip your bag. You fumbled around inside it, searching for the paddle from earlier. “This ought to get to you squeal,” you said, gripping it firmly. “After all, you’ve been very naughty.”

“I know,” Roger’s voice wavered.

You brought the paddle down on Roger’s bottom ten times in quick succession. Each and every whack punctuated with whimpers from him. He was starting to break. Then you paused, admiring your work. A pattern of bright scarlet blotches all over his tender little rump. “My, my you sound pretty when you whine, Roggie. Is it getting too much for you yet?”

“No,” he scoffed. “I can take it.”

You chuckled. “Right. Twenty more then and we’ll see if you’re still a brave little bitch.”

“Oh… FUCK!” Roger hunched over, grasping at your thigh for some semblance of relief.

“You’ll never learn if you don’t take it.” Your tone was cold, cracking the paddle down on his soft, sensitive flesh. “Ten fucking more,” you hissed. “Count for me.”

“Fuck,” Roger whined.

“It’ll be quick. I promise you. Just ten more.”

Sure enough, Roger counted the final ten strikes without missing a single one. Although tears did make an appearance by number five. And he could barely speak by number ten.

And when it was over, his skin was dripping with sweat. His body felt limp as he sniffled into your thigh.

In the moment, discipline always felt so cathartic for you and any sub you went through that with, but afterwards, the guilt you felt was always so overwhelming. First and foremost, you didn’t want his sweet derrière coming up in welts. You didn’t want to prolong the pain any longer. Grabbing the tube of ointment from your bag of tricks, you applied some to Roger’s skin. You could feel the burning of the swollen scarlet marks as you worked it in.

Roger still whimpered and squirmed. You swore you felt tears trickle down on to your leg.

“It’ll be over in just a second,” you soothed. “It’s ok.” When you finished up, Roger’s body was still limp enough that you could pull him upright to sit on your knee. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to transfer some heat from your body to his own and swept the tears from his cheeks. “How are you feeling?”

Roger lifted his hands to his face to take care of the straggling tears. “I’m ok.” Then he laughed under his breath, a small smiled formed at the corners of his mouth. “That was intense. I don’t think my dick’s ever been this hard.”

“I think you’ve earned a reward after that.”

Roger’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning in closer to him. “Do you want to show me what that gorgeous arse of yours can do?”

Roger nodded and grinned. “Ok.”

You had to race to keep up with Roger as he led you upstairs towards the bedroom. That struggle was compounded by the lack of light in the staircase and down the hall. Luckily, Roger arrived at his bedroom and flipped on the light, looking back at you rushing towards him, duffle bag in hand.

“On the bed, slip a pillow under your hips, spread those legs,” you grinned, dumping the bag on the floor.

“Christ, you’re not fucking around, are you?” he quipped, flopping backwards. He propped his feet up on the edge of the bed and eyed you rummaging around for his reward.

You sensed this and glanced up at him. “Touch yourself for me. But don’t come just yet.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Averting his eyes, he wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock and started gently stroking it. He listened intently to you unpacking everything you needed to put him through his paces. But even with the distraction, it took mere seconds before his muscles tensed. Especially around the plug still inside him. He had to take a breather.

But that wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. Not while you stood at the foot of the bed donning a bright red strap-on that sat just inches away from Roger’s bottom. “You’re so pretty like this,” you purred. You slipped your fingers underneath the base of Roger’s plug and gently pulled at it. At first, his muscles resisted and the plug shot back inside him. He groaned at the sensation. “You like that?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

His eyes couldn’t meet your own, but now wasn’t the time to push him too far. For now, you revelled in how angelic he looked with his red cheeks and bashful mannerisms having all of this done to him. Letting you do this. You pulled at the plug again, this time further out. He clung to it at its widest point in an impressive stretch that showed you just how much he had been practising since the last time you met. “I love seeing that gorgeous arse of yours all stretched out for me, Roggie. You’ve really been working hard. Training yourself to take my big, hard cock, haven’t you?” You let go of the plug again, and sure enough, Roger sucked the plug back inside.

“Every day, just like you told me,” he sighed. He started to jerk himself off again. “And I loved every second of it.”

“I think you deserve a big reward, don’t you?”

His eyes were still closed; you could tell he was engulfed in sheer bliss. And you were only getting started. “Yes, please,” he smiled.

Finally, you eased the plug all the way out of Roger with a pop. Then you replaced it with one well-lubed finger, pushing in right up to the knuckle. “Look at this beautiful little hole. Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

“Ok,” he nodded.

Another finger joined the first, curling in on themselves while Roger worked his hand over his cock. But that didn’t earn enough of a reaction for your liking. So you added a third. Roger’s lips parted with a quiet moan. “Feel good?” you asked.

“So good.”

“Another?”

“Try it,” he said.

With a healthy amount of pressure and a hefty dose of lube, your pinkie joined the rest of your fingers, fucking Roger. “Fuck, you really like being stretched out like this Roggie.”

“I love it,” he purred, arching his back against your movements.

“Are you close?” Your fingers curled with renewed purpose, hoping for the answer you really wanted. His own hand certainly travelled faster.

Roger couldn’t speak. So he nodded.

And then, you withdrew your fingers.

Roger let out a pained whine at the loss of contact. Suddenly his hand just wasn’t enough.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Roggie?” you pouted, peeling back your gloves from the arms down.

“Please put them back inside me,” he begged. “Please!”

With your gloves discarded on the floor, you loomed over Roger. Your fingers wrapped around the red dildo between your legs, spreading a generous amount of glistening lube over the shaft. “I can give you something better,” you smirked.

“Please get on with it,” he huffed.

With a devilish look, you grabbed Roger’s wrists and pinned them above his head. Your other hand pressed your rubber cock against his entrance. “You want it?”

“Please.”

“Tell me how much you want it. What do you want, Roggie? Use your words.”

He couldn’t look at you. Instead, he screwed his eyes closed and turned his head away. “Fill me. Fuck me. Anything. Please.”

“Alright, Roggie,” you soothed, easing into him. “Just relax.” You kept your eyes trained on Roger’s face for any inkling of discomfort or apprehension. But that never came.

Instead, Roger’s jaw slackened as you bottomed out. A delicious, warm fullness swelled inside him. He didn’t strain against your grip on his wrists and he didn’t need to touch his cock for him to climb that tense slope at an achingly slow pace again.

“Feel good?” you asked.

“Amazing.”

“I’m going to start moving now, just let me know if it hurts.”

“Ok.”

You leaned back and pulled away from Roger. Your hands trailed along the backs of his thighs before hiking them up high around your waist. Roger was utterly exposed to you in every sense of the word, but he didn’t mind. As your thrusts began, slow and shallow, his hips rolled to meet yours. Finding a position that worked for both of you. His arms stretched out above his head, reaching to grasp at the pillows for something – anything – to help him keep his grip on reality while you gathered pace. Purposeful, unrelenting pace.

You knew Roger was proud and you knew he didn’t do ‘vulnerable’ and there was something about seeing him so unhinged and so undone that made this even more special. He didn’t even need to say a word for you to know that. And he looked so beautiful just lying there taking your cock, being lavished with all the attention his heart desired. And you needed to be closer to him again.

You leaned down, pressing your body close to his as you continued to fuck him. You could feel his heart racing away in his chest and every moan rattle his ribs. And his fingers. Tracing your shoulderblades as he held you close to him.

Tighter. Then tighter still.

Your breath caught the mist of sweat along his collarbones, making him shiver when you spoke. “Close?”

“Please keep going,” he begged through gritted teeth. “Keep going.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Roggie,” you reassured. “Not until I see you come.”

Roger’s lips curved, safe in the knowledge you wouldn’t rob him of the pleasure he so desperately chased. Even if you wanted to, Roger was too far gone. Over the edge. Bathed in absolute euphoria.

Roger returned to his senses with you nestled into his chest. You watched over him, trying to search for any sign of pain or discomfort. But all you found was a look of sheer satisfaction.

“You look exhausted,” you said, stroking his chin.

“Feel exhausted. And disgusting.”

You laughed and gave his chest a gentle pat. “I’ll go and run you a bath.”

Stepping into Roger’s bathroom felt like a shock to the system. Equal amounts of opulence and tackiness, just like Roger’s fashion sense. Green marble and gold accents. A deep tub lined with bits and bobs in stylish, expensive-looking bottles. You knew the drill, though.

Bubble bath.

Water.

You left it to run and ducked back into the bedroom to find a sweaty, bedraggled Roger bundling robes and towels into his arms.

He peered at you over the thin gold rims of his glasses. “Are you sticking around?” he asked. “You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Plenty of space.”

A nerves crept up your chest as you tried to croak your words out. Sure, you had packed a change of clothes, just in case, but you didn’t bank on Roger actually wanting you to stay. “I’d love to.” Before Roger had time to respond, you continued. “I better go and check on your bath.”

You had already peeled off your shiny sexy getup and hopped in the shower when Roger came through, but you had yet to switch it on. Your hands flitted between the two gold dials on the wall. This wasn’t like your shower back home.

Roger’s voice made you jump out of your skin. “The left one’s for temperature, and the right one’s for pressure.”

You turned around, trying your best to cover yourself with your arms. He hadn’t fully seen you naked yet. Your jaw was slack from the horror. “What was that?”

Roger obviously got a kick out of your predicament. He had poked his head into the cubicle to speak to you, but he lingered there just a second too long for your liking. With bright eyes and a fiendish smirk. “I said the left one’s for temperature and the right one’s for pressure. Start slow with the right one, and maybe cower in a corner while it warms up,” he laughed.

Gingerly turning up the dial on the right – just a single notch – the ceiling dumped an icy deluge right on top of you. You shrieked, trying to cover your body with your arms again and turning away from the shards that fired at your skin. Through the cubicle, you could just about make out a smile on Roger’s face as he observed you from the bathtub. He had to lie facing you, didn’t he?

“I told you to start slow!”

“I bloody did,” you said, turning back into the stream. Thankfully, strands of warmth trickled into the downpour. But it just wasn’t enough for you. So you reached for the dial on the left, ratcheting the heat all the way up. The temperature change took forever to kick in, but when it did, it went from bearable to the fiery depths of hell before you had the chance to react to what was happening. Again, it made you yelp and cling to the steamed up panels. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you hissed, slinking your hand along the wall towards the dial again. Eventually, with a lot of patience and only minor scalding, the shower allowed you to bathe comfortably. Now all you had to do was find something to wash the night’s dirt and grime off of you.

You didn’t have to look far. A small golden dish was fixed to the emerald green wall with a purple bottle on top of it. Turning the bottle in your hand, you read the label, smiling as you did. Maybe you’d smell like Roger if you used this? He always smelled like heaven; lavender and rosemary.

And he had the cheek to call you out on your banana shampoo.

You squeezed a dollop of the silky liquid into your palm and lathered it over your skin, allowing the scent to unravel all the knots in your muscles and your mind. Visions of what had happened between you and Roger barely an hour before hijacked your imagination and you couldn’t help but give a satisfied hum as it all played out. There was nothing you would have changed about it. But the lower your hands travelled, the more your awareness returned. You could feel Roger’s eyes focusing on you – as much as his eyesight allowed.

Peering over your shoulder, sure enough, you found him with his arm resting on the side of the tub, and his face propped against his hand. His sleepy eyes followed every single move you made with a look of soft, dreamy lust. And that hit you right between your thighs.

Your gaze shot forward and it stayed there while you rinsed the suds from your skin. You couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge that Roger was watching you. Again.

When you shut off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, your trembling legs took you over to the chair beside the bathtub.

Not once did Roger peel his eyes off of you.

You took a towel and wrapped it around your body, then you looked down at him. Still wearing a smug but content expression. “What’s the matter with you?” you purred.

“You look nice.”

“Don’t get too amorous.”

He huffed. “Last time I pay you a compliment.”

Without saying a word, you ruffled his hair and gravitated towards the mirror opposite the shower and the tub. It spanned the entire width of the back wall. When your features came into focus, you were startled by what you saw. You could handle the grey wisps of steam dancing off your scorched skin, or the way your hair fell flat and clung to your face. But you made one grave error in your haste to shower. Your makeup slipped your mind. And now, you looked like Ronald McDonald’s meth-addicted cousin. Black spikes splayed from your eyes and a red grin spread from cheek to cheek. “I look nice?” you said, glancing at Roger. Unable to contain a giggle.

He looked you up and down. “Well… everything south of the face.”

“Take it you don’t have wipes or anything?” you asked, circling your finger around your face.

“Soap and water, darling.”

You shook your head, turning back to the mirror.

Roger returned from the bathroom to find you sitting cross-legged on his bed. In the time he had spent in the tub, you had commandeered one of his shirts to sleep in and the sight of you like this, with your damp hair and dewy skin, almost made him forget how to breathe. “You really do look nice,” he said quietly.

He had barely got your attention, standing in the doorway, swaddled in an oversized bathrobe, but his words were enough to scorch your cheeks and your chest even more than the shower did before. “You think?” you asked. You had tried so hard not to sound needy or dumb. Now you just felt the overwhelming urge to backpeddle furiously. “I mean… yeah, thanks.”

Roger sat down at the foot of the bed and studied every detail of you over the frames of his glasses. His eyes lingered on his shirt. “Did you find everything you needed?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “The only thing I’m missing is a toothbrush.”

“Well, I might not have your make up wipes, but I do have spare toothbrushes. I’ll remember the wipes for next time.”

“Good.”

“I also have lots of wine,” he added, waggling his eyebrows enough to make you giggle.

“Wine would be lovely,” you said.

Roger heaved himself on to his weary feet and got as far as the door before he turned back to you. “Red? White? What do you fancy?”

“Something fruity!”

“Something fruity,” he repeated with a wink. “That about sums you up!”

The first bottle of wine went down smoothly. You and Roger danced around in his bedroom lit by golden lamps along the walls, with Springsteen playing on a well used tape deck in the corner. Dancing and laughing and focused wholly on each other.

By the end of the second bottle, balancing became impossible. You and Roger collapsed side by side. Out of breath, grinning wildly and looking up at the ceiling. Until Roger’s gaze shifted. You couldn’t see it. But you felt it. “You’ve gone awfully quiet, Roggie. Bum trouble?”

“I’m just thinking,” he laughed.

“About your bum? Is it sore?”

Roger rolled on to his side and propped himself up on his arms. “You know how you have those three rules?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve never really told me why you have them.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. Trying to visualise where to begin. “Right,” you said. “I had a really really awful boyfriend a while ago. A real manipulator. One of those guys that thought being dominant meant breezing past your safe words like they were nothing, or when ‘no’ means ‘hit me harder.’ It wasn’t good if I didn’t cry. And all of that just became my sex life for a year.”

Roger couldn’t look you in the eye. “I’m so sorry.”

“And the thing was,” you added, “He was the nicest person ever outside of all that. I loved him. But there’s a difference between getting kinky and getting off on beating someone up. So I suppose this is just my way of separating love and sex and feelings and kink. Setting boundaries. I know how amazing kink is and I don’t want to go without that. But I just don’t think I feel comfortable mixing all of that. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

Roger sensed the streak of sorrow in your voice. His fingers laced with yours and his thumb circled over the back of your hand. “Are you alright?” he asked, flashing you his baby blues.

Somehow, he always managed to melt your heart in lots of different ways. But right then, it was the way his glasses had slid down to the very tip of his nose and the way his eyes rolled off in different directions thanks to the wine.

“I think so.”

He rolled over on to his front. “Why am I not convinced?”

You laughed. “Do I need to convince you?”

Roger just shrugged and buried his face in his arms, his eyes peering up at you.

You couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair again, allowing the soft blonde strands to curl around your fingers. “I’m ok.”

“Do you need a cuddle?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows.

Without warning, you rolled on top of Roger; your chest pressed to his back. “You really are lovely, Roggie.”

A dull haze split the curtains; the first wisps of spring in the air. You turned on to your back, eyes fluttering closed again, and drank in that now-familiar scent on the duvet. Roger.

Your eyes shot open.

Where was he?

Sitting bolt upright, you searched the room for a sign that he wasn’t far away. But you came up blank.

A pang of disappointment turned to a wave of gratitude, though, when you remembered just how terrible you tended to look in the morning. Messy hair. Morning breath. Bare skin. Panic carried you into the bathroom to fix your hair, brush your teeth and maybe, if you were lucky, wash your face and steal some moisturiser.

Face and hair fixed, you wandered through Roger’s house. It looked completely different from the night before. Whether it was the dark or the anticipation, you hadn’t registered much about the strange house you found yourself in.

The garish ornaments that lined the window ledges in the landing. The way the carpet felt like you were treading on angels. Even the timeline of Queen’s escapades that punctuated every foot of the staircase. It all felt like another way of getting closer to Roger.

You wondered if he did the same thing when he stayed at your place.

Nevertheless, you were sure of one thing: Roger Taylor had questionable taste in interior design.

Downstairs, you paused in the hall to get your bearings. To your right was the living room. You had been in there. And on your left was the kitchen.

The growl of your stomach couldn’t be ignored.

The kitchen was even more outlandish than the living room and the bedroom and the landing and the staircase. Ornate floral tiles lined the walls and the wooden cupboard doors just clashed with the smoky marble countertop. Everything around you felt like was dialled up to eleven. Until you zeroed in on a scrap of paper sitting beside the fridge.

‘Morning!’ The scrawled note read. ‘Bacon sandwich under the grill. Hopefully, the tea’s still hot! Enjoy! PS: Bum’s fine, by the way!’

Your stomach growled again. You flung open the grill to find the most glorious bacon sandwich you had ever seen. Two rashers of crispy bacon trapped between two inch-thick slices of white, crusty bread. Dripping with golden buttery goodness. And it was still warm.

Chomping through your breakfast, you ambled towards the french doors at the back of the kitchen and looked out on the garden. A drop of orange was starting to spill through the trees along the bounds of the expanse in front of you. But that only held your attention for so long.

Three revs screeched out from the garage, and somehow you knew that was where you would find him.

After you polished off your sandwich, you quickly poured tea for two and braved the freezing February frost in just Roger’s shirt and your knickers. Running for your life towards the garage and trying your best not to waste a drop of tea. You’d need it.

Inside, Roger toiled away under the hood of a Mercedes, bathed in the orange glow from the paraffin heater behind him. His white t-shirt was smudged with oil and dirt and his hair stuck up in every direction. But he was still sickeningly beautiful, even at this ungodly hour.

“Morning,” you chirped, clutching the two mugs.

In a moment of surprise, Roger cracked his head off the bonnet as he stood up, sending the spanner in his hand crashing to the floor. “Sorry! Hi. Morning,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. A renewed sense of shock and awe washed over his features as you approached him. “You look nice.”

You rolled your eyes and handed Roger his cup of tea, but the burn in your cheeks chipped away at your calm facade. “Do I now?”

“You are.” Roger winked, lifting the cup to his lips. Then he got back to work on his car.

Perfectly content to watch him work, you hauled yourself up on the workbench behind you, cradling your cup of tea in your hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. Even though, in that moment, it was actually hunched over an engine ten feet away. “Why did you come back to the shop that second time?” you blurted.

“You made it impossible for me not to like you.”

“No, but why?” you pressed.

Roger straightened up again. With his back still turned, his shoulders dropped and he stretched his neck from side to side. “I guess,” he began, turning around, “I guess I came back because you know your stuff. You’re funny…” He trailed off, edging closer. “I don’t think you take shit from anyone. And,” he paused, shrugging, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

Your internal monologue screamed. Roger was far too close and he smelled far too good. And it took every ounce of strength you had not to topple backwards. “Oh,” you smiled. Your voice faltered. “Right.”

“I’m going to go for broke here,” Roger said, fluttering his eyelashes at you. “I’m pretty gutted that I can’t even touch you.”

You couldn’t resist pushing him. “Well, do it.”

Roger took one more step towards you, standing between your thighs. His scent was so intoxicating, you couldn’t resist trying to close the gap. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

You nodded. Focusing only on the blissful feeling of having him that close.

His fingertips brushed over your hips.

That stare of his sucked the air right from your lungs.

His mouth just inches from yours. “And now I can’t even kiss you.” He bit his lip, looking you dead in the eye. “That’s unfortunate.”

Without thinking, you grabbed Roger’s shirt at the chest and pulled him into you…

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blissfulalchemist · 4 years ago

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“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.” + dealer's choice!

Thank you Kate! Look at me posting some writing with Hypatia without formal introduction. I hope you enjoy it. X

Cities were never much my thing. Even as a kid I always felt this need to get away to find open space, so much so my mom used to joke about putting me on a rocket to the stars, then I could have all the space I wanted. So while St. Louis was no New York or Los Angeles it was still a city and so it felt like a prison, a feeling that didn’t get better by being cooped up inside a building near twenty four seven. Those of us that were recruited were only allowed outside, fully equipped with fresh air, with supervision at specific times of the day, and then confined to our rooms once night came. Those were the rules and for me….rules were made to be broken. After a few failed attempts I managed to find the one way I could always, one hundred percent guaranteed, have access to the roof in the dead of night. My small haven on nights I couldn’t sleep, the moments of peace I could cling too.

Two years, I had spent two years with the Alchemists readying myself for whatever they had in mind for me. Though they never said much about what they wanted from me specifically but it seemed so far that I was to stay at one of their biggest facilities, never to be transferred out. I had seen other witches come through the doors, get some training or teach some class, and then leave just like that. Some of the women giddy with excitement about where they were being sent too, others rolling their eyes about how their job was probably going to be desk work, but I never left. Little orphan Annie, I stayed where I was, mastering my craft and being put through so much physical training I almost wanted to ask if I was to become an assassin. Not that they’d tell me, it was a need to know and I wasn’t in the loop that needed to know. Soon though, I hoped that it would be soon I would have a chance at my first field run to show them I was more than ready to help them in their cause.

For now I’m left sitting on the edge of this building looking up to the few stars I can make out and the cityscape sounds below me. I can hear footsteps as they approach the door on the far end of the roof, panic surging in my body for only a moment. I swing my legs back over from the edge, ducking down behind some electrical boxes, peeking just over the edge, heart pounding. The door opens and a figure steps out into the low lighting, male and tall, with a medium build. His clothing is a white collared shirt and beige blazer with matching pants, typical stiff Alchemist fashion. His features become more detailed as he leaves the shadow of the door, his auburn hair is falling into his grey eyes, hands in his pockets walking in my direction. The smile he wears almost hides the golden lily on his cheek from this angle as I stand, meeting his smile with a small eye roll, “No unauthorized personnel allowed up here Caro.” I cross my arms, shifting my weight onto my left leg, “Last I checked you’re not authorized.”

I smirk cocking an eyebrow, “And last I checked, neither are you, Conner,” he chuckles pushing his hair back, the pieces falling back to where they were, “Thought you left for the day already?”

He jumps up on the electric box crossing his legs beneath him, “Went to go and check on you and the recruits.”

My eyes widened, biting my lower lip, looking to the ground, “And you didn’t find me where I was supposed to be.”

Conner taps his nose twice, “Third time this month, T,” my mouth falls open and my heart races, “Don’t worry. I haven’t told and don’t plan too.” I let out a sigh taking a seat next to him.

“Not like they could do much about it if you did,” I shrug flipping my hair behind my shoulder. It seems I need to make the illusion spell stronger.

“I don’t even get a thank you,” he shakes his head playfully, “Typical Caro move,” he turns to me, face serious, “They could punish you still if they did find out though.”

I snort, “How? By transferring me out of this place,” I bring my knees to my chest, “I’d be glad for it. I’m starting to hate everything about this place.”

“You can’t hate everything about this place,” he says softly leaning his arms on his knees, “Can you?”

I glance over to him frowning as I see his solemn face, “No. Not everything.” I nudge his shoulder gently with mine, “Don’t hate you Conner. You’re about the only best thing about this place.”

The smile returns, “I could say the same about you, Tia,” I feel the corner of my lips start to pull into a smile, “If I felt that you were the best thing about this place, but the cappuccino machine takes that spot.” I groan rolling my eyes, of course he’d never admit to it, if he did it could be seen as getting too close to the “impure” witches. The Alchemists couldn't have that, nope, not while we still used our unnatural magic. All of us that joined made a vow to forgo our magic once the mission was over allowing ourselves to be pure once more. We both look to the city below us, the passing of headlights on the freeway grabbing our attention the most, “I always loved to see cities from above like this. Highways always reminded me of a river.” I scoff, rolling my eyes, “What was that for,” he asks, a smile evident.

“What was what,” I mock looking away from him to my right, nose pointing up.

He mimics my scoffing, “That. What was that for,” Conner pokes my shoulder a few times. “You got a problem with my views on the city?”

The longer I hold back any kind of response his teasing gets worse, until I groan, pushing his hand away, “I don’t have problems with them,” he rests his chin on his hand, eyes tired fixated on me, Conner doesn’t believe me. “I don’t honestly,” my hands are held up in defense, crossing my legs like him, “Just seems typical of a city boy to say something like that.”

Conner laughs, “Oh I see how it is now,” he shakes his head, “I didn’t live in anything close to a city until I was sixteen and even then it was only a small town.”

“What did you live on a farm before that,” I clear my throat, readying a terrible southern accent, “Hey y’all, my name’s Conner and this here is ma horse.”

I laugh as he rolls his eyes, “You think you’re real cute with your antics don’t you?”

“I think I’m down right adorable.”

“You’re far from adorable.”

“You got a better word to describe me farm boy?” I lean towards him resting my chin on his shoulder, my lips near brushing his slowly reddening cheek.

“I do,” he faces me, lips close to mine, whispering, “Annoying.”

I clutch my chest pulling away from him, “You wound me, Smallville,” the back of my hand makes contact with my forehead, leaning back, “I shall never recover from such an insult.”

“You insult me all the time.”

“I do not,” I lie, mouth falling open, “How can you accuse me of such a thing, cornhusker?”

“Just this morning you said the coffee had better taste than me for hair styles,” he starts to count on his fingers, “Then there was the other day where you said I was so stiff that even a stick wouldn’t fit up my ass. Or the time you said I don’t even shop at a thrift store for my clothing but the knock off of thrift stores.”

“Those are facts not insults,” I correct.

Conner gives a smirk, the only way his dimples show, shaking his head, “Guess it’s just tomato, tomato with you isn’t it. Also are you going to keep going with the farm related nicknames now?”

“Just until something sticks, Kansas.”

He runs a hand down his face, “I didn’t even grow up on a farm you know that right? You just assumed that.”

“So you just grew up in a house in the middle of nowhere?”

“Not really,” he leans back on his hands, eyes looking to the sky, “It was a single street with some houses scattered around it. The school I went to was next to the store, which was next to the bed and breakfast, and so on.” I stare as his eyes become a little glassy with the memories, “Our house was on a few acres of land, still within walking distance, and we had a garden.”

I almost want to laugh at the idea of him tending to different flowers, hands and hair filled with the blossoms, I don’t though, not with the look of happiness in his eyes, “Your mom a florist?”

He smiles, “Yeah. I guess so when you really think about it.” His head rolls to look at me lazily, “Guess we end up craving what we never got in the end.”

I tilt my head, “What do you mean?”

“You grew up in a city your whole life and yet when we found you, you were traveling the open road,” my heart aches at the mention of my life before here and how I may never have that again, “Always seemed to stick to the big open spaces of the desert.”

I flinch, “How do you know it's the desert that I spend the most time in?” Were they watching me for a lot longer than they told me originally? If they were, the question became why?

“Whenever I ask you about your favorite places you always respond with places in the southwest,” he says matter of factly. I should have guessed, Conner’s smart and the only person I have real conversations with in this place. He looks me up and down, the wind has started to blow harder sending a chill through my body, “Your clothing also says a lot about your weather preference.” I look down to the dark purple tank top, with jean cutoff shorts, fishnet stockings, and black boots, my eyes narrowing.

He laughs as I give a light punch to his arm, “It does not. I just like dressing this way.”

“Tell me this then: Do you own anything heavier than a jean jacket?” I look away grumbling, crossing my arms, the goosebumps prominent, “Thought so. You never see yourself as needing one since you’ll never go as far north as Utah.” I hate that he’s right, even in the summers I never go much farther and the forests somehow feel just as packed as the city. I always keep saying one day, but it never came, an excuse always coming up as to why I couldn’t and shouldn’t go. I shiver again, rubbing my arms, Conner already shrugging off his blazer, “Here,” he places it on my shoulders, “You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”

I push my arms though the sleeves, the warmth spreading through me as I inhale the spearmint and fresh cut pine lingering from his aftershave. “Thanks,” I smile, my dark hair blowing in the wind hiding the small blush I can feel on my cheeks, “Don’t think that I’ll be nice to you after this though.”

Conner laughs, lying back on the box, letting his legs hang off the edge, “Wouldn’t expect anything else from you Patia.” I shoot him a glare at the near use of my full name, “It’s not your full name, so I can get away with it.”

I sigh, stretching myself next to him, “For now, but you're on thin ice buddy.” My eyes search the stars picking out the different constellations hoping to see the one on my pendant.

“Why do you like the open spaces of the desert so much, T,” I hum, my mental star map lost for a moment, “The one thing I never really understood. I mean it’s pretty but there’s always something more with you to places.”

My hands reach for the silver pendant resting at the hollow of my collar bone, tracing the black engraved stars in the connecting parallelograms of Orion, “The stars. You can see all the stars at night.”

“That why you come up here?” I can feel his grey eyes on me as he shift slightly to get a better look, “To take in the ten stars that are visible?”

My brow knits, frowning as I turn to face him, “There’s more than ten stars to be seen here.”

He shakes his head, “I have counted many times over and I only get about ten, sometimes twenty on a really good night.”

I scoot closer to him, grabbing his hand, pointer finger out, “Let me show you. I can point out three constellations and the other stars I can see.” As I make invisible lines he keeps shaking his head, the lights hard to see or not there at all he claims. “I think you need to get your eyes checked, C-man,” I declare, shaking my head sadly, “cause you might be going blind and I can’t have that happen.”

“And why is that?”

“Because your life will fall to shambles if you can’t be graced with my beauty, that's why.”

He groans covering his face, “God what am I going to do with you?”

“You should be asking what you would do without me,” I tease, laughing at his features getting more tired with each word coming out of my mouth.

“I think it’s time to send you back into your cage for the night now,” he says, sitting up.

I whine, I know he’s doing it more for my safety, I’ve already spent too much time out here and the next checks would be coming soon. “Few more minutes,” I place my hand over his, Conner’s eyes glancing between his hand and my face a few times, “Please. You get to have me all to yourself for a little while longer.”

He stiffens, silent for a few moments before he swallows, nodding, “Okay. Just a few more minutes Caro.” Conner settles next to me, gaze avoiding me, keeping to the sky. The heat from his coat vanishing, the warmth of him that replaces it is enough to make the night wind more bearable, and I just know that the smell of spearmint will linger in my hair for the rest of the night. He really needs a new aftershave, he was never going to get a date with the scent of spearmint. That’s something for me to tell him tomorrow, because for now I just want to enjoy this moment of peace I’ll cling on to.

#hypatia caro oc #opinions and feedback are much appreciated #I'm also testing out potential partner for her as I will have to make one

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slut4cashton · 5 years ago

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“I’m in” a gangster Calum smut

Pure smut, gangster, daddy, choking and some other stuff. Enjoy!

You light your cigarette, taking a drag. Looking across the bar full of bandanas and leather jackets, he’s still not here, you think to yourself looking threw the bar for the blue haired boy. Some curly haired guy tries to talk to you about how he use to be a drummer or something, “look kid,” you flick the ash from your cigarette, “does it look like I care?” He still continues to talk unphased by what you said.

The door to the bar opens and you catch a glimpse of his hands and you know it’s him. Everyone greeting him as he makes his way to you.

“Hey good looking” you hear him whisper in your ear and you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

You turn around, “You don’t look too bad your self, handsome.” You lean forward wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and as you lean in to kiss him he notices the man sitting next to you.

“Who the fuck are you mate?” He says directly at the man you’ve been ignoring.

“I’m Ashton.” The man says turning putting his hand out for calum to shake. Calum just looks at the man a little sideways.

“The fuck are you doing sitting next to her?”

“I was just trying to have a chat sorry lad didn’t realize she was taken.” The man spits back at calum. He looks as if he’s about to charge at him so you stand up rather quickly pressing your hand against his chest pushing him back a bit. You can feel the anger radiating off his body. You press yourself against him, “forget about this guy, I need you right now cal.” You whine moan into his ear. Taking his hand you drag him back to the bathroom locking the door. He looks at you taking you in your little leather skirt and fishnets, your cherry red crop top and your braided matching blue hair.

“Fuck” you hear him whisper under his breath as he licks his bottom lip. He pushes you up against the counter grabbing behind your neck and roughly kissing you, no rhythm all passion. He bits your lip and you yelp out at the unexpected pain, he places his hands under your thighs grabbing so you can sit on top of the counter. He starts to kiss along your jaw placing his right hand around your throat adding pressure while kissing down your neck you grab ahold of his wrist and moan, “holy shit baby” he says between breathes “you look so fucking hot right now.” He slides his left hand under your skirt “no underwear?” You shake your head no, biting your lips.

“Fuck you want daddy don’t you.” He yanks on your braids.

“Yes daddy yes I want you.” You let out really fast the anticipation wearing you out.

He takes his fingers and rips your fishnets between your legs, you let out a moan at the sound and the bit of friction. You grab calums bicep to help keep yourself up, he looks right at you as you feel his fingers slide into you. His face mimicking yours, both of your eye brows furrow. He starts to do the come here motion and you throw your head back moaning out “Fuck”

He speeds his motions and it isn’t long till you’re crumbling under his touch. You feel it coming so you grab on to his flexed forearm and let go around his fingers. Your eyes rolling back from enjoyment, your body shaking as you dig your nails into his flesh where ever you can grip on to. He exhales a harsh breath. You get over it, immediately attaching your lips to his, “fuck cal that felt so good” you said between kisses.

“Well these babies haven’t failed yet” he says sticking them in his mouth and sucking on them. You were so sensitive you could’ve gotten off again right then and there just off of that.

“You know the rules, knees.” He snaps at you.

You slide off the counter trying to gain your balance, he offers his hand to help steady you. You kiss his cheek to say thank you. You bend down on your knees, undoing his belt.

“Yes, I’m yours. Just yours.” You said his thumb still gripping your mouth.

“That’s right baby all mine.” He crouched down a bit to kiss you. You go back to undoing his belt and pants your jaw a little sore from his grip that he had. You shimmy his pants down his thighs and you already see the tent that is formed in his boxers. You glide your hand over his boxers, he winces back. You push his boxers down his cock now in your face, you lick your hand to add moisture and lightly grab ahold of him. He lets out a low moan as you pump him. His jaw visibly clenching from the ecstasy. You start to take him in your mouth slowly and you can feel him being irritated, “Baby hurry or you’ll be punished.”

The thought of him bending you over his knee made you almost not listen but you decided to speed up. You take him as far as you could in your mouth, your eyes watering at the feeling of his dick buried in your throat. He grabs the back of your head as he starts to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. A few deep guttural moans slip past his lips. You suck your cheeks in feeling him move against them, looking up at him looking down on you. You hear a moan borderline whimper fall as he bites his bottom lip. He takes the back of your head forcing you forward and taking all of him in. Your nose flesh with his pelvic area. You feel his warm cum slide down your throat as he falls apart above you a mess of curse words and compliments. Your face covered in tears and saliva. Standing up he wipes the side of your mouth sticking his thumb in your mouth once he was done. You stare at him trying to recompose himself when all of a sudden you’re being pushed and bent over the counter. You throw your hands out to grab onto the mirror a bit to stabilize yourself when in the reflection you see cal tear your fishnets even more and bend down and bite your ass cheek. That’s gunna leave a mark. You scream out in enjoyment as he wraps your braids around his fist pulling your head back.

“God you look so pathetic like this,” he whispers in your ear “it makes me so hard baby.” He kisses right below your ear. A whine slips from your lips. He throws one of your legs on the counter to get a good angle. He then lines himself up with your entrance and plunges himself in you letting a throaty moan escape your mouth well a grunt comes from calum. His ring clad fingers reach around you and wrap around your throat and you could’ve came right then. He sets a sporadic pace lighting your tummy on fire with pleasure. Every time you close your eyes calum puts more pressure on your throat and yells at you to open your eyes so you can “see how beautiful you look in such an euphoric state.” He starts to grunt louder as he says, “you close baby?” And reaches his hand around your hips and starts to aggressively rub on your clit. You shake your head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you” he says and stops rubbing your clit. You frantically speak up your voice a bit hoarse “yes daddy yes I’m close” he goes back to what he was doing. The harsher he rubbed the harder he pounded into you and the hotter his breath got on your back. “Can I cum daddy?”

“Beg” he demands

“Please daddy I need to cum, I wanna cum all over your cock please daddy” you whimper our trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Fuck, yes baby girl cum” and with that your tummy came undone and your walls clenched, both his hands came around to your waist to help steady himself as he came inside you. The warm feeling added to the ecstasy filled moment as you became a whimpering mess on top of the bathroom counter your body shaking from the tremors of your orgasm. Calum removes himself from you and dresses himself. You slide your leg off the counter and lay there collecting yourself when calum just rips your stockings off your legs so you didn’t have to go back to the bar with them ripped. You stand up fixing yourself when calum holds onto you just in case your legs were wobbly, “I’m fine babe thank you” you said to reassure him. “Okay,” he lets go “oh I almost forgot to tell you, I’m officially in.” He rolls up the sleeve to show off the freshly tatted dagger tattoo. You stare at it not knowing how to feel about it, “it’s pretty” is all you have to say on the subject because you knew how excited he is. “Why don’t we head home and we can take a bath and get clean.” He offers to you. “Or I was thinking we could head home and go for round two.” He smiles so big he gets the eye crinkles “fuck I love you” he says cupping your face in his hand and kissing you.

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