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javiscigarette · 1 year ago

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Sweet Spot

Summary: You get a promotion at work, so Joel dresses you up and takes you out for dinner but you're hungry for somethin else

Warnings: no use of y/n, smut with the tiniest sliver of plot, established relationship, fingering, fingering in public, rough sex, oral (m receiving), spitting, a bit of choking, daddy kink ofc, degradation,

w/c: 9k (omfg) of pwp :)

a/n: I don't loveee this one but I've been sitting on it for three months and I can't get the image of freshly showered Joel out of my mind so. Here we are. Also the daddy kink as taken over, I cant stop and I'm NOT sorry!! Pls let me know what you guys think, your comments and love are the only things keeping me going. (also also, if you're someone who likes making edits for pics PLS message me I am desperate and really bad at making them)

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Joel is in the driveway leaning over the hood of his truck when you pull up to the house, fiddling with whatever new project he decided to start this afternoon. You’re able to catch a quick glimpse of his shirt riding up a bit, exposing an inch or two of the skin of his back before he hears your car and turns around.

You pull into the driveway next to his truck and hop out as soon as you’re in park. The warm sound of Joel’s laughter fills the air as you squeal excitedly, running around the front of your car and into his outstretched arms. He pulls you close into him, his black t-shirt hot from the sun has he squeezes you tightly. He smells like motor oil and sweat and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t get you going just a little bit.

“M’guessing it went well?” Joel asks when he pulls back, chuckling as he watches you bounce up and down on your toes.

You’d been working on this presentation for your job for two weeks now, spending hours smoothing out every minor detail, giving mock presentations to Joel and staying up late worrying about how it’ll go.

“Everyone loved it, Joel!” you nearly shout.

“And guess what?” you ask, not giving him any time to respond. “I got promoted!” you squeal.

Joel’s chest is about to burst with pride.

“M’so proud of you, angel. You worked so hard for it.” Joel tells you, his voice soft and sincere as he holds you against him.

“We need to get in the shower,” Joel says, turning away from you to lower the hood of his truck. “I’m taking you out.”

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You sit on the edge of the bed with your towel wrapped around your waist, waiting patiently for Joel to return from the closet. It's no surprise when he returns with a bundle of black fabric – in his hands is his favorite thing you own: the lacey black 3 piece set and the thigh high stockings to match.

He has a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he looks at you. With a soft smile in return, you drop your towel allowing it to pool on the bed around you as you expose yourself completely for him.

“You’re so pretty, baby”

Your ears perk up at the slight strain in his voice. You look down and grin, the outline of his half-hard cock clear as day under his black boxer briefs.

“We’re never gonna make it to the restaurant” you laugh and move to stand up for him, despite wishing he would just give in right now and fuck you until you couldn’t see straight.

But he just shakes his head with a chuckle as he takes your place, sitting on the edge of the bed with you standing between his knees.

“Yes we will, angel. And we’ll play when we get back, give you whatever you want…if you’re good” Joel promises, easily reading your mind.

You huff dramatically as he picks out the garter belt from the pile and holds it up to you. He doesn’t say anything, just braces himself when you reach out and grip his shoulder for balance as you lift up one leg.

He bends over, holding the belt open so that you can step with one foot and then the other. He then straightens back up, pulling the fabric up your legs as he does so. Heat pools in your tummy when you look down at him and see his brows knitted together in serious concentration as he dresses you.

He does this all the time. The routine is committed to muscle memory at this point.

It’s not that he cares about what you wear, he couldn’t give two shits as long as you’re comfortable. But the power in deciding what you’re going to wear underneath, or if you’re going to wear anything at all, gives him a rush. And he’s positively obsessed with being the one to dress you up in it, says it’s like “wrapping his own present that he gets to rip open later”.

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin under his warm fingers. You feel so beautiful in these moments, with Joel so focused on your body inches away from his face, his eyes wide and his cock hard just at the mere sight of your exposed skin and the excitement of seeing you in whatever he picks out for you.

He settles the belt around your waist, making sure all the edges are untucked and lying flat before reaching for the thong and repeating the process.

“So fucking, pretty” Joel mumbles as he smooths the lace over your hips, adjusting the elastic so it stretches perfectly over your skin. Then he’s spinning you around so until you’re facing the other away, your ass on full display for him. He can’t help but press a kiss to your cheek before straightening out the back of your thong, his mouth watering at the sight of the thin strip of fabric disappearing in between your cheeks.

Mindlessly, he reaches around to your front and slips his hand between your thighs. The tips of his fingers just barely brush over the lace of your thong but he can feel the heat of your swollen pussy underneath.

He sighs and wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you back into him until his cheek is squished against your lower back, his scruff scratching lightly against your sensitive skin. His fingers keep dancing over you with minimal pressure behind his touch.

“Joel,” you whimper quietly, already getting all worked up from his minimal teasing. He just shushes you and presses another warm kiss to the back of your hip. After a couple more seconds of light brushes he slips his middle finger into the side of your thong to find your entrance and immediately sinks it inside of you.

You yelp in surprise, and reflexively try to take a step away from him, but he’s got you tight in his grip.

“Just wanna feel you, baby” Joel mumbles against your skin, his beard tickling you and making the muscles in your lower back twitch. He closes his eyes, fully focused on feeling your wet walls flutter gently around his finger. His brow furrows and his mouth drops open slightly when he hears your quiet whimper, the sweet sound going straight to his already painfully hard cock.

He doesn’t even mean to tease you most of the time. Sure, he loves seeing you get all worked up just from a few gentle touches and he adores watching you fall apart underneath him, collapsing into a begging mess for him before he’s even really done anything. But most of the time it’s a genuine need to touch you. It’s like he needs to have physical contact with your body at all times, serving as a reminder that you’re real, you’re here and you’re all his.

He slides his finger out a few seconds later, much to your disappointment. But before you can complain, he spins you back around and stares you in the eyes as brings his finger up in front of you and gently pushes it between your parted lips. You allow him without any hesitation, and he watches you in awe as you lick and suck his finger clean of your arousal, his jaw slack and eyes dark and wide.

“Ain’t it sweet, angel?” Joel asks, breathless with amusement and lust.

You nod and he grins before slowly sliding his finger out of your mouth.

“S’a good girl, baby” Joel comments as he reaches for one of the thigh high stockings. His praise wraps around your heart and melts into your veins, just his simple words making you feel warm and floaty.

You watch him as he bunches up the stocking at the foot, holding it open for you to step in before pulling it up your leg. He smooths out the lace edge and makes sure that it’s even all around your thigh before he fastens the clips of the garter belt to the top of the stocking. He does the same thing with your other leg before turning you around again and fastening the clips in the back.

Joel turns you around so you’re facing him again and then presses a kiss to the top of each thigh.

“Fuckin’ perfect” he sighs as he leans back and admires his work.

You blush under his gaze, his eyes burning holes in your skin as he stares hungrily. He stands up after a few moments and reaches for the matching bralette, helping you slip it over your shoulders before fastening the clasps in the back.

He looks down at you and tries to resist the urge to touch you again but he can’t keep himself away. And the small moan you let out when he brings both his thumbs up to brush over your nipples through the lace has him nearly giving in right then and there.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, silently telling him that you’re not going to be good for much longer if he keeps this up. He stares back at you and thinks about pushing you, letting you act like a bad girl before fucking some sense into you. But he decides he wants to show you off first.

“Go get dressed, baby” Joel instructs gently with a smile. “Pick something nice for me.”

—

You decide on a black dress, one that clings to all the right places while just barely concealing the tops of your stockings and the clips holding them in place. You finish getting ready in the bathroom, and when you walk back out to the bedroom, you nearly collapse at the sight in front of you.

Joel is standing in front of the floor-length mirror with his back turned to you. He’s wearing a simple outfit: black trousers with a black button down to match. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone and your mouth waters at the exposed skin of his thick neck and broad chest.

It’s almost unfair how good he looks with his hair pushed back just slightly, the damp locks just starting to curl into their usual pattern as they air dry. Your heart races at the thought of tangling your fingers into the ones laying at the nape of his neck. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and he smirks as he finishes rolling up his sleeves until they rest perfectly at his elbows.

He then reaches for his rings – the ones you got for him as part of his birthday present earlier this year, the small gold bands that you insisted would look good on him – and picks them up from where they’re sitting on the dresser. And clearly you were right because when he turns to face you, you almost moan out loud watching him slide a ring down one pinky and then the other. He crosses the room towards you, your knees trembling as he shamelessly rakes his eyes up and down your figure.

“Stunning” Joel whispers, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. His hands easily find your hips and he gently turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, your back pressed into his warm, broad chest.

“I love you, angel. And I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, you know that right?” Joel asks as he wraps both arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“Yes, Joel, I know. I love you too” you giggle, easily flustered at his praise.

“M’serious, baby. So proud of how hard you work, how dedicated you are” Joel starts, moving to nuzzle his face against your neck. “How smart you are” Joel continues, his lips brushing delicately over your sensitive skin. You melt so easily underneath him, relaxing into the soft glide of his warm palms up and down your sides as he whispers sweet words of praise into your neck.

“And I bet you looked fuckin’ sexy doing it too” Joel growls, his hands tightening on your hip. You let out a mixture between a sniffle and laugh and then feel Joel’s lips curve into a smile against your neck. He presses a kiss behind your ear and straightens back up and turns you around to face him.

Joel’s heart turns to liquid when you look up at him through watery lashes with a wide smile. He smiles down at you and brings a hand up to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Now let’s get goin’. I think my good girl deserves to be spoiled.”

—

Joel was back to teasing you as soon got in his truck and continued to do so the whole ride to the restaurant. He kept one hand on the wheel, using the other to slide up and down your thigh, occasionally fiddling with your garter straps or just brushing the lace edge of your thong with his fingertips.

And now you’re seated at a table in a dark corner of the dimly lit restaurant, and you can barely think straight. Joel had spoiled you with the most expensive champagne, far more appetizers than two people could possibly eat and a main course of delectable pasta on a plate bigger than your head. And of course, he looked devilishly handsome the whole night, and he knows it too, smirking and looking at you like he’s about to pounce across the table and devour you. Now you sat there with a full belly, but you were still hungry for revenge.

“What’d your coworkers say? When they saw you got promoted” Joel asks as he pours you both another glass of champagne. You furrow your brows at his question, so far away from even thinking of that whole situation at work and so turned on that you almost completely forgot about the reason why you’re even here right now.

You look up at his face, forcing yourself to peel your eyes away from the muscles bulging underneath his shirt as he sets the bottle back down. He has that knowing look in his eyes when you find them, his signature smirk thinly veiled with a sweet smile.

Without even trying to answer his question, you slide down slightly in your chair. He watches curiously as you shift in your seat for a few seconds. Just as he opens his mouth to ask you what you’re doing, your warm foot presses against the crotch of his pants.

He freezes in place. His hand visibly tightens around the stem of his champagne glass, and you can see the muscles in his jaw twitching. You fully expect him to push your foot back to the ground, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just leans back in his chair and spreads his knees giving you more room to work. He tilts his head and stares at you, a smirk creeping up on his lips when he sees the devious twinkle in your eye.

You look back with a smirk to match and experimentally wiggle your toes against him. Your heart pounds in your chest when he narrows his eyes at you and slowly moves his hand beneath the tablecloth. You stop wiggling your toes when he wraps his hand around your ankle, the heat radiating from his palm to your skin like a hot iron through the thin material of your stocking.

“Think about it, angel” he warns quietly. There’s a brief pause, where you pretend to weigh the risks and rewards, trying to decide whether to be good or bad. But your mind was made up before you even left the house.

After a few seconds, you smirk back at him and press the ball of your stockinged foot against him. Joel chuckles and leans back in his chair again, watching you amusedly. He doesn't move, barely even flinches when you press a little harder against him and it’s infuriating. It's completely unfair how he’s able to literally bring you to your knees with a single touch but remains completely composed when you touch him.

But what you don’t see is his heart hammering in his chest or the sweat starting to prickle the back of his neck. Truthfully, he had been just as turned on as you this whole time. Actually, he could feel the heat stirring the second that you told him about your promotion.

He was barely able to hold back when he was picking out your lingerie for the night. He had to take a break in the closet, leaning against the dresser as he took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

And when he started dressing you, he could’ve come right there in his boxers at the sight of the garter belt sliding up your waist. Then the ride over here, the smell of your perfume mixing perfectly with his cologne in the cab of his truck, his head going fuzzy at the scent that seeped into the fabric of his seats, a reminder of you that’ll stick around for a few days.

And now with your foot covered in the delicate mesh of the stockings that he dressed you in pressing deliciously against his aching cock, he’s rapidly losing his self-control.

But Joel is just as stubborn as you, not willing to give in so easily.

So, he bites his tongue and suppresses any noise and tenses his muscles trying not to flinch. Because seeing you get frustrated like this was just turning him on even more. He’s about to say something but you see the waiter coming up behind him and immediately move your foot back to the floor and sit up straight.

Joel exhales heavily, releasing all the tension he was holding. He doesn’t even hear what the waiter says, too busy admiring the flustered look on your face and the slight shake in your voice as you talk to the waiter.

The waiter leaves after a few moments and you face Joel again with a mix between a pout and a glare.

“What was the plan there?” Joel asks, cocking his head to the side in mock curiosity while he secretly prays that his voice doesn’t crack.

You don’t respond, just keep glaring at him as you shove your foot back into the shoe.

“You were being so good, what happened?” Joel presses, each word drenched with sarcastic concern. He watches delightedly as you huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“S’okay, baby” Joel says, his voice dropping half an octave. Your stomach flutters with excitement.

This is exactly how Joel starts off every proposition and you can’t wait to see what he wants you to do next.

Joel pauses and looks at you with an evil glint in his eye. You should’ve seen this coming from miles away. But it still slaps you in the face when he says it.

“I want you to slip a hand under that pretty dress and touch yourself. Right here, right now.” Joel says so quietly that you barely hear him.

Your breath gets caught around the lump in your throat and Joel just smiles at you.

“Go on, baby. Since you’re so needy and set on bein’ bad” Joel encourages after a few seconds of you not moving. “Or we can get the paddle out when we get home?”

The threat of paddle was more than enough.

You glance around to see if anyone can see you like this. No one was sitting near you though, the booth you’re in provides a decent amount of privacy and all direct lines of sight to you are clear. With a gulp and shift down in your seat again and your pussy throbs, pathetically turned on as you slide your hand under the tablecloth and up your dress. You move slowly to slide two fingers into the side of your thong, just like Joel did an hour earlier.

It’s no shock how wet you are, the lace of your thong absolutely soaked, your whole cunt swollen and slick with it. Your eyes flit up to Joel’s and he gives you a small, encouraging nod.

“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you angel?” Joel asks. His voice is so calm and steady that you almost stop and get up to walk over to his side of the table and strangle him. You’re so turned on you can barely breathe, and you’re pissed at him for it. It’s maddening how he has you so needy and desperate for him that you’re willing to touch yourself in publicwhile he just watches.

You give into your temptations easily, working quickly to soothe the aching need that spreads across every single inch of your skin. You glance around again, making sure no one is looking before you ease your middle finger into your dripping entrance, your eyelashes fluttering a bit as you curl your fingers and press up against your g-spot.

Joel’s head is swimming as he watches you finger yourself right there in front of him in this restaurant. Any moment someone will pinch him and tell him to wake the fuck up because there’s no way in hell that this actually happening.

His head is foggy, turned on just as much as you are. His cock strains in his pants, tingles rushing down his spine as he stares at you, biting your lip, your eyes barely open and your eyebrows drawing together as you try to hold back soft moans.

He wants more.

“Faster.”

You snap your eyes open and look at him as if to ask if you heard him correctly. The look he gives you tells you that you absolutely did.

Well, you’re not gonna say no to that.

Your teeth sink deeper into your lip as you heed his orders and start pumping your finger faster. You’re painfully aware of any sounds you make, whether it’s a moan clawing its way up your throat or the slick sounds of your finger gliding through your folds, you try your best to keep it down.

Joel of course isn’t any help.

“Don’t be too loud, baby.” Joel whispers before taking a large swig of champagne. “Wouldn’t want ya to embarrass yourself”

You shoot daggers at him over the dinner table, but you don’t slow down. And now he’s stumped because does he punish you for being bad, playing footsies under the table with him and fingering yourself in public or should he praise you for being a good girl and listening to him.

“Baby,” Joel starts, his voice tight in his throat. “Show me, I want to see.”

To his surprise, you obey easily enough and slide your finger out from under your dress. You bring your hand out from under the tablecloth to present to Joel. His adam’s apple bob in his throat, swallowing thickly at the sight of your middle finger absolutely coated in your wetness, some of it glistening on your palm as well. He nearly loses it when you spread your fingers apart, thin strings of your arousal stretching between your digits.

“Fuck” Joel hisses. There’s a tingle of delight in your stomach as you watch him shift in his chair, finally starting to visibly crack.

He doesn’t say anything else, just reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket to grab his wallet. He hastily pulls out more than enough cash and nearly slams it on the table before standing up.

“C’mon” Joel commands firmly, extending his hand out to you. You blink at him, not moving a muscle otherwise. You don’t know why, something innate inside you when you’re around him, but even when you're inches away from an orgasm you still find room to be bratty.

“And what if I wanted dessert?”

Joel’s jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth together, the tendons in his neck pressing against his skin and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smirk forming on your face

“Angel,” Joel huffs. “Get up right now and I’ll give you anything you want.”

That’s all it takes. Joel shakes his head when you immediately grab his hand and pull yourself to stand up.

“Such a fuckin’ brat” Joel mumbles as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side. He practically drags you out of the restaurant, his grip tight on your waist and your heels clicking on the asphalt as you trot next to him to keep up with his long strides as he speeds back to the truck.

Ever the gentleman, he opens the passenger door for you, keeping his eyes glued to your body as you climb inside. With you safely inside, he slams the door shut, the sound of your heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent cab of the truck as you watch him walk over to the driver’s side.

You wait a few moments to see if he’ll say anything, but he just stares straight ahead, the muscles in his jaw flexing subtly like he’s chewing over what he’s going to say next as he shoves the key into the ignition.

He backs out of the parking spot and leaves the parking lot without saying a single word. Meanwhile, you’re a mess sitting next to him,

You manage to keep your mouth shut for one whole minute.

“I was just following your instructions” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest with an exaggerated pout. His jaw shifts to the side but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even look at you.

You sigh dramatically and glance sideways at him to see if he’s looking. But he keeps staring straight ahead. There’s a small part of you that realizes that this is probably all part of his grand plan to drive you up the wall, work you up until you can’t take it anymore. But there’s a much larger part of you that desperately wants his attention.

“And isn’t this my treat anyway? Shouldn’t I be getting what I want?” you press, dipping into dangerous territory just to try and get a reaction out of him.

Still nothing.

The thought of slipping your hand under your dress again crosses your mind, but his earlier threat of the paddle quickly extinguishes it.

All you can do is sit there with a pout etched into your face and ride the rest of the home in silence.

You’re about to explode when he pulls into the driveway. He slides out of his seat and strides over to your side and opens the door. The fire in his eyes burns fiercely as you take your sweet time climbing out. He slams the door shut behind you as soon as you’re out and turns on his heel and quickly makes his way to the door. You groan and actually stamp your foot in frustration. It’s just not fair.

You stomp towards the door, arms still crossed over your chest.

“You said you’d give me anything I want” you call after him, recalling his words from earlier as you make your way inside.

You barely make it through the door before he’s pushing you against it, using his whole body to keep you pinned in place. Your breath catches in your throat and your knees weaken instantly, all of your resolve immediately crumbling around your feet.

He has one hand on your waist while he braces himself with the other one on the wall next to your head. His face is inches from yours and you can smell the sweet champagne on his breath and the cologne on his skin. His eyes flit from yours to your lips, his pupils blown so wide that there’s just a sliver of brown around them

“I said if you were good” he hisses, his voice dangerously low. “What you pulled back there? That was bad, baby. Real bad.”

“You’re the one who told me to finger my-”

Joel’s hand flies from your waist to your throat, his broad palm pressing against your windpipe while he squeezes either side of your neck with his thumb and fingers. Heat surges down your spine and settles in your lower abdomen, your aching sex throbbing pathetically in response.

“Don’t you try to fuckin’ spin this on me, sweetheart” Joel snarls.

Maybe he meant to strike fear in you, maybe try to teach you a lesson. But it’s exactly what you want. Joel knows it too – you can tell by the slight smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips in response to your small, breathless gasp.

“Was just trying to be nice to you” he starts, his voice so low at the point you doubt you’d be able to hear him from any further away. “Try to take you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate and that’s how you repay me? Playin’ with me like that under the table and then actin’ like a spoiled brat all the way home?”

You both know he’s playing up his part. These were all minor infractions at best. Both of you knew that. You had been in this position for much, much worse behavior. But Joel isn’t dumb, and he’s well aware of what you want - to be tossed around a little, roughened up and broken down until you’re a squirming mess. And who is he to deny you of that?

You chew on your lip before muttering a small “M’sorry daddy”

Joel’s eyes narrow even more, the hand on your throat tightening slightly as your carefully chosen words have the exact intended effects on him.

“No, you ain’t” Joel growls. “But you will be. Get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He drops the hand from your throat and takes a step back. You exhale the breath you were holding, and you stare at him as his hands fall to his belt. Just the thought of having him in your mouth has you nearly drooling.

But you’re not done yet.

“No” you say plainly, crossing your arms over your chest once again.

Joel’s hands freeze on his belt, his eyes burning holes into you as you stare right back, not moving an inch from where you’re standing.

He raises one eyebrow slightly as if to say I hope I didn’t hear what I just heard but you remain silent and motionless. After a few long moments of complete silence, Joel chuckles softly, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. He gives you one more look and then shakes his head before turning around and heading towards the bedroom.

You’re about to call after him, ask him where he’s going, but his earlier threat of the paddle floats through your mind once again. That has you panicking nearly instantly.

You watch in disbelief as he disappears up the stairs. Your legs feel as though they’re stuck in wet concrete, and it takes a few seconds to coordinate your mind and body to get you to move. You scamper after him, a cold sweat tingling on the back of your neck as you head towards the bedroom.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed when you walk in, in the middle of untying his shoes. You stand in front of him, arms behind your back and patiently wait for him to toe his shoes off.

He kicks them to the side then looks up at you with a heavy sigh, like your behavior is causing him physical pain. You offer him a meek smile as he rests his palms behind him on the mattress and leans back, his eyes raking over your body as he does so.

He doesn’t say anything, which you take as an invitation.

You move to climb into his lap. He doesn’t reprimand you, but he doesn’t move to hold you either.

You sit on your knees, your legs straddling his. You can feel him through his pants and your soaked panties, still hard as diamonds. That’s a good sign at least.

“M’sorry, daddy” you say again, much more sincerely this time. You bring your hands up to fiddle with the collar of his shirt, avoiding his eyes as you wait for a response that never comes.

“Just wanted to play” you confess quietly. Joel still doesn't say anything, but his eyes follow your hands as you start toying with the buttons of his shirt.

“And you just looked so handsome tonight” you continue, undoing the first button. You wait again. Still no response.

“Thank you for taking me out” you say as you undo the next button.

“And for dressing me up”

Another button.

“Making me feel so beautiful”

And another.

You undo the last button then push away both sides so that his whole torso is on display for you. You stare for a second, fixated on the steady rise and fall of his broad chest, the soft curve of his tummy, and the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his pants.

He remains silent still as you place your hands on his abdomen and slowly slide them up to his shoulders before crossing your arms behind his neck. Finally, you drag your eyes up and look at him through your lashes. His gaze is soft and much warmer than you were expecting.

“Promise I’ll be good.” you say, barely above a whisper.

He gives you a half smile and brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.

“You want daddy to make you feel good? Want me to fuck you til you fuckin’ stupid” Joel asks, tilting his head to the side acting like he doesn’t know the answer.

You nod vigorously and poke your tongue out to lick at the tip of his thumb, just for good measure.

“Thought so” Joel says as he pushes his thumb past your lips. You suck on it eagerly and let him press down on your tongue, your clit twitching with desperate need.

“Then why don’t you show daddy how sorry you are, and I might reconsider gettin’ the paddle out.”

You immediately pull off his thumb and sink to your knees without any further instruction. You reach for his belt, deft fingers unbuckling the belt that you’ve undone so many times before, his button and zipper following soon after.

He stops you there and moves to stand up. You sit back on your knees with your hands on your thighs and watch as he quickly shucks off his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him. You chew on your lip as he pulls down the waistband of his pants and boxers, his cock bobbing heavily as he steps out of them.

Your completely transfixed by it, the veins running along the length, the redden head and the drops of precum leaking from the slit. You don’t even realize you’re staring until he slides a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Turn around” he instructs simply.

You have no reason to disobey at this point, so you do as you’re told, turning in the small space between Joel’s leg and the edge of the bed. He takes another step forward, backing you up into the side of the mattress.

“S’this what you wanted, baby?” he coos as he wraps a hand around himself.

“Yes, daddy. Always want it” you respond. You look up at him through your lashes, batting them for added effect.

“Yeah, I know you do” he rasps, taking another small step forward. He rests the head of his cock on your bottom lip, smearing precum. You dart your tongue out to lick it up.

He drags the tip of his cock from your lips to your cheek, smearing more precum on your skin and giving you a few light smacks for good measure.

It’s degrading, and should be humiliating, but it just makes your head spin, the fire in your stomach rapidly growing as you open your mouth for him, giving him silent permission to use you however he pleases.

He groans softly as he pushes past your lips, sinking into the wet heat of your mouth. He’s only halfway in when you gag around him, tears already pricking at your waterline.

“Oh, you know you can take it deeper than that, angel”

He places both hands on the back of your head, gently forcing you down the rest of his length. You let him, focusing on breathing through your nose as rolls his hips forward until he’s buried in your throat. You gag again once he’s all the way in, but he keeps your head in place, holding you there for a few more seconds, groaning as your throat convulses around him

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Got that throat fuckin’ trained”

He pulls out, allows you to take a gulp of air before he’s shoving back in again. His hips quickly settle into a steady rhythm, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every thrust. You brace yourself with one hand on his thigh and you can feel the muscles working under your palm.

“Spoiled little brat just needed daddy to fuck her throat, huh?”

You hum around him in response, reveling in the feeling of his cock twitching against your tongue. He continues to fuck your face, completely unconcerned with the tears rolling down your cheeks and the spit leaking out of the corners of your mouth. He moves one hand from your head to your throat, his palm splaying across your windpipe. He tightens his grip just slightly, pushing against the bulge of his head buried deep in your throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting in all the way and staying there. “Love feelin’ myself in that tight little throat”

The fire in your tummy burns with blinding heat at his praise. A dull ache starts to settle in your jaw as salvia slides down your chin and neck, more hot tears spilling over your lash line as you squeeze your eyes shut and try your best not to gag.

“Take it so well” Joel pants as he starts to rock his hips again. “Fuckin’ made to take my cock.”

The lack of air already has you feeling dizzy, and his words are only adding to the feeling. He’s not wrong –with him fucking your face like this, a strong hand on your head and the other wrapped firmly around your throat, it feels like your sole purpose in life is to please him, to be a toy he can use to make himself feel good. And you fucking love it.

After one more strong thrust, he pulls out of your mouth completely. His cock is dripping with your saliva, a string of it connecting his head to your swollen lips.

“Look at you” Joel coos. You look up at him through wet lashes.

“Bein’ so good for me.”

He moves his hand on your throat to your cheek, cupping your jaw as he wipes some of the tears away with his thumb. He then rubs it over your wet, glossy lips, and you already know what he wants next.

“Open” he commands gently, his thumb tugging down on your bottom lip.

You obey immediately, your jaw hanging open and a smile pulls at the corner of your lips. You watch hungrily as he gathers the salvia in his mouth before he bends down slightly. He lets it drip into your awaiting mouth and you hum happily as the liquid hits your tongue.

“Good fuckin’ girl” he rasps before spitting again, this time with more force. A small moan finds its way out of you as you keep your mouth open and let the warm liquid pool on your tongue until he gives you further directions.

“Swallow it.”

You do so happily, and he hums in approval before standing up straight again. He grabs his cock and guides it to your lips again. He allows you to take one deep breath before he’s pushing in again, his fingers now digging into your jaw, his other hand back on your head as he guides your movements.

“Such a slut for it, aren’t ya?”

You nod the best you can with his cock filling your mouth. He holds you steady, giving a few well-measured thrusts down your throat before pulling out again, leaving you coughing mess below him. He looks at you lovingly as you gasp and try to catch your breath, your lips cherry red, matching the color of the rims of your eyes.

“Doin’ okay?” he asks, voice soft and gentle.

You nod again and give him a dazed smile before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Good girl. Now stand up.”

Joel reaches out to hold your arm as you pull yourself to stand on weak legs, your knees tight and sore from kneeling on the floor. But you couldn’t care less.

He uses both hands to hike up the hem of your dress, making quick work of lifting it up and over your head. He quickly discards it to a forgotten corner of the room before planting a wide, calloused palm square on your chest and pushing you down onto the mattress.

You land on flat on your back against plush mattress, your legs dangling off the edge. Joel reaches for a pillow, and you lift your head so he can slide it underneath. Your skin buzzes as you watch him take his place, standing at the edge of the bed between your legs.

“So fucking pretty” Joel mutters as he smooths a hand down your front from the hollow of your throat to the tops of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He plucks at one of the black satin garter straps, letting it snap against your skin. It barely stings and you giggle and wiggle your hips in pure excitement.

Your hungry eyes rake down his body before settling on his cock again, shiny from your spit as it bobs heavily between his legs.

He starts working on undoing the clasps of the straps without preamble, letting you know that he’s not in the mood to take things slow, which you appreciate greatly.

He has all four straps undone in a matter of seconds and tugs at the belt. You lift your hips, helping him to slide it down your hips and legs. The speed and carelessness he exerts as he pulls the fabric off your body is a stark contrast from how concentrated he was while dressing you in it just a few hours ago.

With the belt out the way, he cups your pussy in his hand. The heel of his hand presses against your swollen clit through the delicate fabric of your thong, his fingers pressing firmly against the damp spot that’s been there since before you left the house.

You whine, a high-pitched sound from the back of your throat. Joels eyes flick up from between your legs to your face, a wicked smirk curling on his lips.

“Such a needy little pussy” he says darkly, pressing his hand further against your core. You roll your hips up and grind against his hand, chasing after the friction you’ve been craving all evening.

But he immediately removes his hand and gives you firm smack instead. You yelp at the sensation, your clit tingling and pulsing.

“Wanna hear you beg for it.”

He drags his fingertips along on the edges of your panties, his touch featherlight and torturously slow. There’s a small part of you that wants to say no, that wants to argue with him, push him further, just to see what would happen.

But you’re 10 levels above desperate for his touch.

“Please daddy, w-want it so bad”

Joel clicks his tongue and lands another light slap to your clothed pussy. You bite back another yelp and will your hips to stay still.

“You know you can do better than that. Try again, tell daddy exactly what you want”

You squeeze your eyes shut, well beyond frustrated at this point. You suck in a deep, steadying breath and exhale is slowly before opening your eyes again to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is tight as he looks back at you.

“Want you to fuck me, want you so deep inside me that I can barely breathe, want you to be rough with me, make sure I can feel it for days, please daddy please. I promise I’ll be good, just – please I ne-”

You cut yourself off when Joel digs his fingers into the lace of your thong, the sound of tearing fabric hitting your ears as he rips it off of you.

“Joel!” you shout, sitting up on your elbows to look at him.

He doesn't say anything, just grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. But you’re still stuck on the fact that he just casually ripped off your panties like that.

“Thought those were your favorite pair” you mumble, looking at the discarded fabric sitting on the bed.

“Shut up” Joel grunts as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, steadying himself and lining up at your dripping entrance. “I’ll buy you more.”

You’re about to say something back, but he slides in before as soon as you open your mouth, effectively taking your breath away.

The stretch of his thick cock inside you as he sinks in all the way in one smooth motion is enough to wipe your brain clean.

He stays still once he’s inside, his tip kissing your cervix. He curses under his breath as your walls spasm around him, already milking him for all that he’s worth.

“Always so fuckin’ tight for me. Perfect little pussy.”

You let him maneuver you into position, one of his hands cupping the back of your knee, lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder, both of you sighing as the angle pushes him just a bit deeper. He brings your other leg up but keeps it pinned to the bed with a strong hand on your thigh, leaving you spread open just for him.

Without warning, he draws his hips back, sliding nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

You cry out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the duvet. You’ve taken him countless times before. But he’s big. And no matter how wet or turned on you are, without opening you up first on his fingers, your walls are aching and tingling as he forces your body to mold to his.

And it’s exactly what you asked for.

He grinds his pelvis against your clit, his cock bumping into a spot that’s impossibly deep inside of you. You jolt at the sensation and reflexively try to scoot up the bed, your already overwhelmed body trying to get away from the intense feeling.

“Oh, don’t run from it now” Joel growls, grabbing one of your hips and forcing you back down on his cock. “Begged for it all night, so I’m gonna fuckin’ give it to ya”

“S-so much daddy, you’re so– oh fuck. You’re so fucking big” You whimper pathetically, your hands gripping the duvet so tight that your nails are digging into your palms even through the barrier of the fabric.

“I know it’s a lot, angel. But you can take it,” Joel pants. “Can’t you?”

You nod lazily against the pillow as he pulls out again.

“What’s your safeword” he asks, the head of his cock resting just a few inches inside of you, providing you with enough relief to answer.

“Red” you whine.

“Good girl. Do you wanna use it?”

You immediately shake your head

“No.”

“That’s my girl” Joel growls before slamming back in again, knocking the air straight out of your lungs. Your back arches with the feeling as he quickly builds up his pace.

He fucks into you like it’s his last day on earth, fast and rough, just like you begged for. Just like he knows you need. Your whole body feels electrified while moans tumble freely past your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head.

With your eyes closed, you don’t see it, but you do feel Joel’s lips pressing against your ankle that’s resting on his shoulder, lips warm and wet through the sheer fabric of the stocking that he never took off.

“Little pussy is takin’ me so well, angel” Joel mumbles against your ankle “Feel so good wrapped around me, squeezing me like that”

He starts a trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee, his hips not faltering in pace, not even once. The last of the stinging ache melts away as your walls stretch to fully accommodate him. He has an iron grip on your ankle, and his fingers on his other hand dig into the meat of your thigh, creating small purple marks under the smooth skin. The hot coil in your stomach is starting to tighten as you moan incessantly. And of course, Joel notices.

“Get those tits out, angel.”

You whimper underneath him and try your best to follow his instructions. Your arms feel like cinder blocks as you unclench your fists from the duvet and move your hands to your chest. You grab the cups of your bralette and tug them down, letting your breast spill out over the tops.

Joel gives you a few words of praise that you can’t fully process. You already feel delirious, his cock quickly turning you into a useless, needy puddle underneath him.

“Play with ‘em for me.”

You do as your told and cup your breasts, one in each hand before gently tweaking your nipples with your thumb and forefinger. Joel gives you more indistinguishable praise as you let your eyes slip closed again, completely surrendering to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

The hand that Joel has wrapped around your ankle slides down to the back of your thigh, pushing on your leg and forcing your knee into your chest and sending his cock even deeper.

“Ohhh, daddy shit fuckfuckfuckk” you whine as the head of his cock nudges against the spot that only he has ever found over and over again, the same spot he finds every single time.

“There ya go” he whispers as you start to squirm underneath him, your jaw slack and your walls fluttering around him. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Gonna make a mess on daddy’s cock?”

You nod vigorously but you already know he wants more than that.

“Want–” you try to start, but Joel’s hand landing on your clit steals your breath, a loud moan coming out instead.

“C’mon, baby. Keep goin” Joel urges breathlessly, two of his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Sound so pretty when you beg. Look at me while you do it.”

You groan and open your eyes again to meet his gaze. His chest is heaving with every breath, muscles flexing deliciously as he fucks you with everything that he has, pounding you further and further into the mattress.

“Please let me cum daddy, M’so close –ah oh my god please let me cum please please please let me.”

“You can cum, angel. Keep those eyes on me and show me how pretty you look when you cum on this cock”

It’s only a few more seconds of him pummeling into you and his fingers drawing expert circles on your clit to send you over the edge.

You lock eyes with him and let out a long, loud moan as your orgasm starts to rip through you, your whole body trembling with pure, white hot bliss. He fucks you through it, on the heels of his own release as you shake underneath him, your warm, wet walls rhythmically clenching and fluttering so perfectly around him.

“Gonna make me cum, honey” Joel grits out, his pace getting more and more uneven.

“Inside” you manage to whine, still riding out the last of your orgasm.

“Yeah, baby, I know. Gonna fill you up so good”

One, two, three more thrusts until you feel his cock pulsing as he starts to spill his load deep inside of you with a loud groan from somewhere deep in his chest. He keeps fucking you, pushing his spend deeper and deeper inside of you until he he’s too sensitive to continue. He buries himself in you as deep as he can and stills.

After a few moments, Joel straightens your legs out on the mattress then pulls out of you, moving off of you and flopping down flat on his back next to you with a heavy sigh.

Labored breaths are the only sound in the room as you both come down. You whole body feels like jell-o, all thoughts moving slowly through your syrupy head. You can’t help but giggle next to him, feeling positively euphoric after getting your brains fucked out of your skull.

Joel turns his head to look at you.

“What’re you laughin’ at?” he asks, a smile quickly spreading on his face. He rolls onto his side and props his head up on his hand. He wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, despite you being dead weight right now.

You look up at him, eyes hooded with a lazy smile. You try to think of something to say but all you can manage is another giggle, which makes Joel chuckle too.

“You’re such a goose” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Thought I was a spoiled little brat?”

Joel rolls his eyes and rests his cheek on his hand again, his smile still glued to his face.

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“So, I’m a spoiled little bratty goose?”

“Mhmm.”

You grin and scoot closer into him.

“That sounds like a lot to handle”

You squeal when he pinches your hip.

“Tell me about it,” Joel sighs, lying his head down on the mattress and wrapping his body around yours. You smile like an idiot with your face squished against his chest, fully satisfied once again.

Thank god you got that promotion.

Thank you for reading I love all sm!!!

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n0t-y0ur-piece-0f-cake · 6 months ago

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Hiiiiii how are you? I wanted to ask if you could do a super spicey one shot where a male yautja ends up stalking a group of girls and having his way with them in various ways, one by one but then when he finally gets to the reader he ends favoring the reader more than the other girls and ends up breeding reader until the next morning and after that he decided she was gonna be his mate 😏

A night to remember

Summary: girls night out went absolutely wrong.

Fem reader x male yautja

Warnings: NSFW, omfg where do I start, uhhh, rape/noncon, breeding, alien in a rut, drugging, violence, death, implied forced pregnancy,,,

MDNI MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

For everyone else, read at own risk.

Not proof read, English isn't my first language and this was written at 1 am.

Authors note: my first reaction when I read that request was literally 🤨🫢🫣😈 I never thought I could be capable of writing this, but it helped me through my writers block, thx <3

Preparations were always hard. But the worse was long done. Now it was only make up that was left. Tonight's Friday night. The Friday night. Where me, Michelle and Tina finally got ready for our girls night out. We planned that date for so long - Prepared for so long. The parties theme at our local club was "warrior". So the girls and me obviously had to go all overboard. It didn't matter if we went overdressed or too hard. This was and is going to be some quality time. We had so much fun putting together our costumes. Even tho it was still obvious they were part dresses still.

Tina's get up was leaning more for a samurai. Shoulderpats, chest plate - yet still revealing, and a kimono type dress - also still revealing.

Michelle was more inspired by knights. Her dress was complement nicely by a chain top and some more sliver plates on her arms and legs. As well as a cute half helmet with a gracious yellow feather. Overall not too revealing, but the dress was still short enough to almost pop her butt out.

I on the other hand? I went for something more primal. Like a hunter. A hunter you'd see in a deep forest in the stone ages. I knew all the fur would bite me in the ass at the club, but it was worth it, of course it wasnt all fur. Just a big patch of fur over my shoulder. The rest? A sweet brown dress, showing off my thighs and what was still visible of my collarbone. I even went so far and got myself a necklace with sharp teeth and some Ambers. Not sure if either were real. It was second hand. I put on some last details for my make up. Painting some face markings.

We were now ready to go.

"Wait! Hold up", Tina basically shouted out, as Michelle grabbed her heels. We all looked at Tina. She held up her arms and looked at us with a devious smile.

"We have to get a shot in, just to celebrate"

Michelle shook her head. "Come on, Tina. It's not that pricey at the club."

I looked between the two. Sighing with a smile: "But we've got to celebrate. Now that Tina's moving away."

Tina jumped up, like a kid, begging over and over. "Pleaaaaase - for me? This once, Michelle?"

Michelle was never fond of drinking before hand. Drinking in general even, only on special occasions.

Michelle places her heels back down. Giving up, for Tina's sake. Tina giggled and turned back to the kitchen. Smacking three shot glasses on the table like she's a bartender. A samurai bartender. Michelle and I smirked with Tina. When she pulled put her vodka, our eyes widen. This really was a special occasion. It was her 10 Liter vodka bottle, that she never opened. That shit cost her a fortune.

We watched as Tina opened the bottle, it emitted a cracking sound. Yes. Freshly open. It was untouched. Until now. She carefully shifted the bottle, trying to hit the shot glasses. It already made her look like she was drunk, spilling the vodka left and right. We all giggled. Tina let out a more nervous one. I couldn't watch her struggle any longer. So I held the two glasses up to the bottles head. Making it easier to pour. Michelle took the last glass and also then held it under the head. Now all three were full and each placed in a hand. We looked at each other.

"To Tina", Michelle said, holding up the small glass up and to our middle.

"To Tina." We all said out like a record. Drinking it in one go. Nothing at first. But then a weird taste emerged. I wasn't really used to pure vodka. Michelle, not at all. She coughed. But quickly swallowed her cough as quick as it came. We all chuckled together again.

"I could go for another one... now that it's open...", the bottle owner said, swaying her hip from side to side.

"No." It came out like a choir from us.

"We gotta get there before 8, otherwise, who knows how full it'll be tonight", I said, already going for the small hallway to grab my heels. Tina soon following with Michelle.

The streets were quiet. Some passerbys still on their way to wherever. We had to pass through a small patch of forest. It was lit. Michelle would have driven. If she wouldn't have drunk something. Michelle struggled in her highheels. Almost tripping every meter due to the uneven ground. So me and Tina went to each of her side. Supporting her. We finally reached the club. A big snake already formed upfront.

Tina scoffed. "Great. Are we too late already? It's not even 8 yet."

As we approached I looked at the snake of people. They didn't move at all. As we stood there at the end now too, I noticed that they didn't even open up yet. A quick glance at my phone showed me, that it was just 7:55. "We're not late, we're even too early-"

I was cut off by Michelle pointing out the variety of costumes. Tina joining in. I looked up. Yes. We were definitely not overdressed. We fit right in.

"This one's definitely a cosplayer", Michelle said.

"A good one at that", Tina chuckled. I turned my head. Looking at who they were talking about. A woman, must be around our age. She didn't dress revealing at all. It was a full set of armor. Maybe that was foam. Who knows.

I chuckled out: "Are we underdressed?"

We all laughed at that.

Finally it was time. And exactly on the clock, the security guy finally let the people in. Another one arrived, helping out, due to the long snake. He must have been waiting anyways.

After a good 15 minutes, we were up. Showing our ID, the insides of our small bags, pockets. I was good to go. Michelle too. "That's gonna be a great night", said one of the security guards as he checked Tina's matching bag. Giving it her back, she smiled at him. She was also good to go.

We turned to her. Confused. She caught on to our mimics. "Oh. Just a couple of bucks."

Inside the party hasn't fully started. No one was yet on the dance floor. More like trying to get settled and drunk enough to try and dance. We grabbed a table. Looking over the room. After some talk about Tina's plans for her new apartment she got silent. We were silent. We already told her so many times that we'll miss her. She knows that. I hope she knows that.

"I'll be right back"

She said. Turning away.

"Where are you going?", I asked her. Having to talk louder due to the booming music and her now being a bit further away.

She mouthed something that neither me or Michelle heard. Michelle shrugged. I looked around again.

"Well. Guess I should leave this shithole too, like Tina."

Michelle furrowed her eyebrows at my comment. "No you won't. Who am I gonna ball my eyes out with at the McDonalds in the drive in, after I had another shitty relationship?"

I look at Michelle surprised with a smirk. "So you admit your ex was a douche?" She rolls her eyes. Not saying another word about that topic: "just don't leave. It's already enough that Steelheaded-Tina is moving away."

Speaking of her, she finally returns. With three neon green, toxic, probably so unhealthy cocktails in her hands. She places them down in the middle of the table. A smirk so wide it's almost unsettling. It's so obvious that she really wants this night to be great. We start sipping on them. Talking about God knows what. Eventually we decided to make our way to the dance floor. Tina wasn't quite done with her drink yet. Still half way. Michelle and I already ready to go.

"Guys wait-", Michelle said, "I'll make a break for the bathroom, Tina, you better zip that unholy brewery up so we can dance after."

I look at Michelle, worried. "Want me to tag along?" Michelle shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."

With that she left. A man and a woman approached us, not long after. They started talking to me and Tina. The man seemed especially interested in Tina.

The woman turned to me. Leaning in closer to my ear after I couldn't understand her first try to talk to me.

"Do you have a tampon?" "Oh yeah"

I said. I always had one. Especially at a party. You never know. I open my bag, searching for it, in the corner of my eye, I spotted how Tina and the guy faced the dance floor. The guys hand on the table. I looked back at the now found tampon and gave it to her. She thanked me. Turning away to reach the bathroom. I looked back at Tina and the guy. They now faced each other again. He was obviously flirting, judging by his face and Tina's reactions. I couldn't hear them at all. It was too loud.

Michelle came back. Rolling her eyes at Tina and her new found partner for tonight. She was as amused as me. But deep down we were both still worried. The guy invited Tina to dance. She said yes, as they both went to the dance floor, we quickly stepped on it too, keeping a close eye on Tina.

Everything went fine up until a bit later. We noticed Tina being more tipsy. More unfocused. I gave Michelle a frown, she also caught up to my sightings. As we looked back where Tina and the guy just were, we were surprised in to see it now vacated by another person.

Our dance came out a abrupt end. Quickly glancing around the room. We spotted them. He tried to pull Tina out of the club, to the exit. Through the mass we pushed ourself through. I was first who made it out, pulling Tina to me. She almost crashed down, if it weren't for Michelle coming up in the right moment to support her as well.

The guy looked at us. Obviously distraught by us intervening. "I just wanted to get her some air."

Michelle and I looked at him. "Yeah right, fuck off." I scoffed out loud. Security already noticing the situation.

"Everything okay?"

We turned our heads to the security guard. Explaing what happened. The guard pulled the guy aside. Telling us to still get Tina outside and let her sit with us until he investigated the guy.

Indeed we sat. On a bench. Waiting. Another security guard was nice enough to give us a bottle of water. Which we made Tina drink, even tho she said she doesn't need it. After a while the other guard came back out. With a sigh he tried to tell us in a most neutral way, that he found some knock out drops a hidden pouch of the guys costume. I tried to remember. Yes. When the guy was at our table, Tina wasn't don't with her drink yet. Only before she hit the dance floor she drank. Shit.

The guy tells us to get Tina home. Maybe call a cab. If her state worsens then maybe even a ambulance. He also told us he'll make sure the police knows about that guy, and he won't ever get in again. No matter the outcome of what the police says. He asked for our numbers, in case the police has any further questions in the coming days.

With that, we were let go.

We phoned the cabs. All of them said they couldn't make it in less than an hour. So we decided to walk ourselves. We'd be home faster. We were three people. But only one completely out of it. This was a quiet town, we told ourselves. The woods were lit, so it was okay, we told ourselves. We walked.

As we reached the woods, Michelle couldn't really walk and support Tina at the same time. So after a few meters she decided to take her heels off. We were slower. But steady. Tina was being held steady.

Now that we were slower, I took in the sounds of the night. The sounds of the dark forest. The chirping of the crickets. The owl hooing. And the slight fresh breeze pushing against us. At least my fur covered shoulder wasn't getting cold.

I looked at Michelle and Tina. Tina almost asleep, yet still walking. Michelle was exhausted. Her face a bit pained from the heel-less walking. I faced back at the path. I tried to focus on what was ahead of us. Our surroundings. But... was I getting deaf? I can still clearly hear Michelle and Tina walking. But I didn't hear any cricket. No owl. The wind was still there. I felt as if the air got heavier. The owl started hooing again. Maybe I was just tired, too unfocused.

We kept walking. Half way there. The lights in the woods path, were still lit. I glanced at my watch again, as Michelle also stopped walking, taking a break. 11pm. As I waited for Michelle to gather her strength again, Tina woke up slowly from her half asleep state. Being all giggly and seeming like a high person. I took a deep breath in. Focusing on my surroundings. We have to get her to safety. The crickets and owl were still at it. Then, a crack. Silence. I assumed the animals would start again, but, the owl took flight. Flying over and away from us. I felt the aid get heavy again. I felt nervous.

"Can we keep walking?" I said, almost stuttering. Almost begging Michelle. Tina jumped off and away from our arms. "Let's camp!"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "No Tina, we can camp at your place. Where we should be right now."

Tina wanted to say something, but we were cut off by a net being launched at me and Michelle. We were trapped. Tina chuckled as she looked at us. "Spidermaaaaaaan"

Michelle was the first one to try and rip open the net, followed by me. "Looksy! I see you, handsome!", Tina cooed, she was turned away from us, pointing into the tree line, where the net came from. Our eyes already somewhat used to the dark, spotted a shape. A man? Michelle now engaged in trying to rip apart the net even more. I looked at the figure, trying to see them better. But it moved all of the sudden, launching himself with a uncanny jump towards the free standing Tina. Snatching her right up. She was pulled into the bushes. We heard it all rustle. "Oooh- manly man-", Tina cooed again, the silhouette of them indicating, she's tracing his stomach.

I helped Michelle. The net seemed unbreakable. Our initial shock calming down slowly, making us finally able to talk. "Oh my fucking god- TINA RUN!"

Michelle yelled. She was in my vision, I couldn't see what she saw. What happened with Tina or who that was.

"That is not a man!" She kept yelling.

"But he's so-" a loud scream emitted from Tina. I pushed Michelle aside as we both yelled out for her. Who or whatever it was, I pushed Tina against a tree. It's form seeming to ram its hips into her. Her screams were parallel with its thrusts. I panicked. Digging under the net with my bare hands. Michelle joined in, but she mined away the dirt with her heel.

"Wait we have a phone-" I went to grab where my bag was. But the bag was outside the net. I leaned against it, trying to reach it, pulling the hard working Michelle with me. She was caught off guard by my sudden move, making her drop. "Hey!"

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get to my bag. Even when I pushed so hard against the net, it left markings on me. Michelle caught on to me, reaching for her bag that she wore. Pulling out her phone. "THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" She starred at her screen. Empty. Trying to shut it on again, but it shut right back down before 911 could even be dialed. In a fit or more rage and desperation she smashed her phone on a rock. It shattered on the third try. She used the now smashed phone to cut the net. I took a shard as well and also tried to cut it. The yelling and screaming from Tina has stopped. Whatever it was, it wasn't human and it growled in relief.

I made it, I cut through. I quickly squeezed myself through the still somewhat smal gap I made. I ran, a trident was launched at me. Thankfully not piercing me as a tree was there, making me pinned up by the neck against it. My head was too big to try and squeeze my way out, and the trident was launched to deeply into the tree. Michelle had squeezed out too, running for me, trying to undo the trident holding me hostage. My eyes widen, the creature walked up to us. In the dim light, I myself saw, that that was no human. No animal. But a creature. Otherworldly. It wore what seemed to helmet and armor. I screamed out. Altering Michelle.

She tuned her head. I pushed her. "MICHELLE RUN-"

Michelle looked back at me, unsure. But I pushed her again. So she ran. The creature running after her now. Knowing I was pinned. I pushed against the trident again, my sweaty palms making it difficult to hold on. Or it was just launched to deep. Or both. I looked back at where Michelle had ran to. Only to see that the creature had caught up to her. Having her pinned down. She was gasping, crying. It had her pinned by the hip. I panicked again, as it kept smashing against her hips in a unholy force, making her cry and beg, I turned around, facing the tree and pushing my neck against the trident. Thank god it wasn't sharp. I pushed and pushed. It hurt so much, but I did it, I fell back, the top of the trident scraping against my exposed shoulder and arm. The furred shoulder was fine. I didn't mind the blood. I picked up the trident, looked into the direction Tina was, I couldn't belive my eyes.

She was dead. Her thigh, and neck bruised and bloodied. Only then realising, that her body and head didn't add up. It twisted her head and broke her neck.

I took my eyes off her, facing to Michelle and that... creature. I quickly ran towards them, at first it didn't seem to notice me. But as he did, shortly before I could react in time, he got up, I quickly jolted the trident to the side, falling a bit on Michelle. In the short second I laid on her, my head next to hers, it seemed she was still breathing, but barely.

The creature tried to get ahold of the trident. Grabbing it, and pulling it away from me. But I held it firmly. It started to slip from my hands as it used more force. So I quickly pulled my legs up and kicked against the tridents pole, stabbing it at it with my full force. It didn't hit him directly, but a spot that wasn't covered by its armor. It bled. Green. Neon green. As it tried to recover from its injury, I ran. Following the lights, I noticed heavy stomps behind me. They were quick. Close. I didn't dare look behind me. I knew it was... that.

I decided in a frenzy, that maybe jumping between trees might slow it down. So I went off rail, going zick zack between the trees. It seemed to help. For a while. I was still close to the paths lights, just enough so I could see. Just my luck that I spotted a axe in front of me. I abruptly stopped, grabbed it, and swung out. It jolted back, I almost hit it. Almost.

It roared out, angry, I flinched, but still held the axe steady. I once again tried to launch it at him, several times in a span of seconds. It nicked him twice. It growled and roared again, getting more and more agitated, out of no where it kicked me off my legs, making me fall down, before I could react, it grabbed my axe, as well as me, I hit a tree while I stood, a loud thuck boomed next to my ear. The axe was at my neck. I felt out a shaky gasp. I tried to look behind me, but my head was quickly pushed into the tree by its hand. The other toying with my underwear before ripping it off fully, with a single yank.

It got all close. Shoving my hips upwards and off the ground. It didn't matter to it, that it hurt me in that position. My spine felt over stretched. As well did my stomach and soon something else.

I felt its hips shuffle around, the armor plate in front of its crotch scooting over to so he could insert its otherworldly cock. No warning, no lube, no spit. That thing tore me apart with one shove. I screamed out, so high pitched you'd think I was in a Opera trying to destroy a glass. But my high pitch was soon replaced by deep screams, gasped screams. I was trying to get air. My one arm, I pressed against the tree, trying to not get myself killed whenever he pushed back in and could break my neck by this position he had me. The other was at his thigh, rather my fingertips, trying to prevent him from going to rough or too deep. Which was a lost cause. He, whatever he was, was too strong.

He kept pushing and pushing, his speed and force altered from time to time. Already making me see starts. I was already exhausted. Its grip on my head was now a tiny bit more gentle. Letting me look down. There I saw a green-white hued liquid. Which must be what I was thinking. It slowed. As it did so, my hip jolted from all that he's put me through. But to him, it must have been like invitation to keep going. He yanked me around. Facing him, still off the ground. He disposed of the axe by throwing it on the ground.

Before I could try to kick him, punch him, or anything, he held me up, in the air. No tree I could support myself on now. My hips hovered over his. And he let them crash down on his. I whimpered out again, it didn't hurt as much anymore. My fists were on his chest, I was still trying to push him away. As his hips kept rolling against mine, his clawed hand reached up to the brim of my dress, ripping it off. My boobs jiggling intensly with every deeper and faster thrust. I still pushed against him, he grabbed me by the waist and hip, his large hand being able to hold a, to him smaller creature, up like that. I saw the lit path upside down. He kept up his pace, even going rougher. Weirdly enough it felt so good, so good I let out a long restrained moan. No. I can't enjoy this.

But this feeling. Being stretched, filled out fully... the way he hits every spot. Another moan escaped my lips. My fists, now unclenched, grabbing at his stomach armor. His pace picked up. Thinking I'm trying to tell him to speed up. With that my body shivered throughout, I quickly sat myself up again on his hip, one of my hands grabbing at his shoulder. His monstrous pace not decreasing.

I leaned my head against the crook of his neck. The corners of my eyes turned black. And I screamed as I came undone on him. As I painted the green-white hued liquid on the ground with my own as well.

He still kept up the pace, not letting me recover. I insides clenched around his cock, I needed to recover but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He now placed his arms on my shoulder. Pinning me to him as he needed to get his rut out. I moaned and whimpered against his neck, everything went more dark by each push. I didn't recognise anything anymore. Just how he felt in me. How he pushed his seed deeper and further up. I didn't know how many times he came. How long he's been going at it.

I woke up again. I was dropped down somewhat gently on the ground. Sat up on the damn tree. I looked down at myself. As he stood before me. Whenever I moved a muscle, as I tried to get up, a big drop of his green-white cum emitted from my pussy. It even appeared that my stomach was more bloated. My thighs being covered in all that liquid. I looked up at him, behind his head, were the trees heads, exposing the now dawning morning sun. Its been that long!?

I watched as he picked up the axe, then me. Me? I was swung over his shoulder. My stomach pressed against it, making more cum blurt out. He walked deeper into the woods. I was too weak to do anything. Too exhausted. He stopped, I looked over his shoulders. My eyes widen at the sight. A otherworldly craft. A vehicle. A ufo? A ufo. And he carried me inside. Setting me down on a chair in the cockpit, putting on what seemed to be seat belts. "Mate", it said in a scratchy growling voice. He turned away from me and started his ship.

My heart stopped. That sure was a night I won't ever forget.

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mintsbubbletea · 10 months ago

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𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬

Word Count: 1,252

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used. Blood, kissing, cursing not sure if I missed anything

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Sitting at your desk in your dorm room, you immersed yourself in the soft melodies playing in the background while diligently jotting down notes on how to enhance your quirk. Each page was filled with valuable information shared by your mentor, and you found that writing them down helped etch them into your memory. Suddenly, a loud and abrupt knock shattered your concentration, causing you to snap out of your bubble. You turned your head towards the door and called out, "Come in."

The door burst open, revealing a flustered Denki who seemed to be rambling incoherently. Amidst his jumbled words, you could only make out something about a fight and blood, but it was clear that the teachers couldn't find out. Concerned, you stood up and walked towards him, only to be joined by Tsu entering the room. "Hold on, Denki. Who's hurt? What happened?" you asked, trying to piece together the situation.

"It's Midoriya and Bakugo. They got into another fight, kero," Tsu explained, her voice filled with worry. Denki chimed in, his rambling now replaced with a more composed tone. "It's pretty bad. There's blood all over the floor, fists flying, and explosions everywhere. It all happened so fast, and we barely managed to pull them apart," he revealed.

Confused, you questioned, "What does this have to do with me? Shouldn't we be getting Recovery Girl?" As you reached for your phone to text your grandma, Tsu hesitated before responding, "Well… we can't. We wanted to ask if you could use your quirk to heal them. This is their third fight, and Mr. Aizawa warned that if he catches them in another one, they'll be in serious trouble, kero."

Everyone in UA knew one thing for certain: you were the granddaughter of Recovery Girl. It was common knowledge that you couldn't heal major injuries like she could, considering her years of experience, but you had the ability to mend cuts, bruises, and other minor injuries to some extent. Your father, who was also a healer, had been teaching you alongside your grandmother since you were little.

You had used your quirk to assist your classmates before, but never to conceal something significant from the adults. "So you want me to keep this a secret from Mr. Aizawa and my grandma?" you questioned, releasing a sigh. Deep down, you knew you would eventually give in and help. Both of them looked at you with hopeful eyes, pleading for your assistance. "Alright, let's do it."

"Thank you, Y/n! You're amazing," Denki exclaimed, patting your shoulder. The three of you then headed towards the lounging area, where Deku and Katsuki sat in separate seats, each holding ice on their hand or nose. Several of your classmates surrounded them. "Thank goodness you're here, Y/n. We didn't know what else to do," Momo said, stepping away from helping Deku. Curious, you glanced at Deku, who had a bruised fist and cheekbone, and asked, "How did this even happen?"

"None of your damn business, first aid!" Katsuki's sharp retort echoed through the room, his frustration evident as he winced in pain and held the ice against his throbbing nose. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Deku's cheek, causing him to blush softly and smile in return.

With a soft blush, Deku looked at you and spoke, "Oh, you know, we were just caught up in a brawl." He expressed his gratitude as he flexed his hand, relieved to see the pain and bruising subside.

A smile played on your lips as you nodded, acknowledging the intensity of the fight. Walking over to Katsuki, you noticed him pushing Eijiro away, who was attempting to clean up the blood on his face and clothes.

"Don't touch me, hair-for-brains!" Katsuki grumbled, shoving Eijiro's head away with frustration. "You're bleeding all over the place! Just hold the cloth to your nose," he pleaded with the blond. Reluctantly, Katsuki snatched the cloth and placed it under his nose, watching as it quickly turned crimson. His gaze then shifted towards you, standing before him. Anticipating your next move, he immediately shook his head. "No way, I'm not letting your perverted ass anywhere near me," he declared, his tone defiant.

Confused, you questioned, "Then how am I supposed to heal you?" Taking a seat beside him, you observed the swelling on his nose. "I don't care, just keep your weird lips away from me," Katsuki huffed, averting his gaze.

Deku chimed in, attempting to persuade Katsuki, "Come on, Kacchan. We can't get in trouble. Y/n was kind enough to help us."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Katsuki's snarky comment. "I didn't ask for your opinion, nerd," he retorted, as you started pinching his swollen nose lightly. He let out a yelp of pain, causing you to smirk. "Does that hurt?" you asked, increasing the pressure on his nose. "Let me fix it for you real quick," you offered, ignoring his protests. "Come on, we don't want Mr. Aizawa catching us," Kirishima chimed in.

Katsuki grumbled, reluctantly agreeing. "Just hurry up, you perv, and keep your hands off me," he grumbled. You smiled softly, releasing his nose and leaning in closer to his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from his face. You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip. This wasn't the first time you had done something like this, but it felt different this time. Taking a deep breath, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling away after a few seconds. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Alright, now get lost," Katsuki muttered, looking away, his nose already looking better. "Thanks again, Y/n. We really appreciate it," Deku said with a grateful smile. "No problem at all," you replied, standing up and quickly making your way back to your dorm. The music you had left playing filled your ears as you closed the door and leaned against it. Your eyes widened slightly as a whirlwind of thoughts flooded your mind. Did you actually like him? Or was it just his attractiveness that caught your attention? Lost in your thoughts, you stood there for what felt like an eternity until a knock on your door snapped you back to reality. Blinking a few times, you opened the door.

Katsuki stood there, hands buried in his pockets, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey," you greeted softly, feeling a bit uneasy as you awaited his response. "Is everything okay? How's your nose?" you inquired, concerned. "Just shut up," he snapped, his tone harsh. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling," he started, his expression conflicted. "I don't like it because I'm supposed to hate you, but I can't. And that kiss… even if it was just on the cheek. I couldn't get it out of my head," he admitted. "Although you're a total pervert, I didn't hate being kissed by you."

You were taken aback by his words. "What?" you began, only to be interrupted. "So, don't go kissing anyone else, got it?" he warned sternly. You nodded quickly. "Okay," you replied with a soft smile. Katsuki's eyes softened as he moved closer, his hand reaching towards your face. "Stop picking at your lips, you're going to mess them up," he scolded gently, wiping away a trace of blood from where you had been picking at them earlier.

"Thank you," you said gratefully, smiling at him as he withdrew his hand. "See you tomorrow, first aid," he muttered before turning to walk away.

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neysaadept · 3 months ago

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Prometheus Chapter 6

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 6 - Restart

Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.9k

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Chapter 5

You walk into Quantico with a new sense of purpose after having drinks with Prentiss last night. The barrier that the section chief had built up with assumptions and unknowns had been removed and replaced with cautious optimism. That you can work with – a mutual understanding that you’re both on the same side, you meant no harm and were not a threat to the BAU. As it was a workday, you only shared another drink together but the two of you nursed them slowly.

As you still couldn’t say much about your past, you did elaborate on the high-speed pursuit that Tara hinted at.

“Yeah, so it all worked out. Dumb ass fell right into the spike strips. Took care of that quick once I got ‘em there,” you explain before taking another swallow of beer.

“They never learn.” Prentiss smiles and takes a sip as well. “But keeping pace with them was something else. No wonder they panicked.”

You smile. “Yep! Intel was good that they weren’t carrying much. They fired off a few rounds here and there to scare us off. Try and get me to fall back. They just never got the memo that the CIA Surveillance and Pursuit class was renamed cuz of me.” You raise your beer and wink at Prentiss. “Now affectionately known as the Maniac Chase Class.”

“Oh my god! That was you?” She laughs, shaking her head in amazement.

“Yeah. I gotta wee bit carried away on my third try.” You shrug coyly. “Really wanted to beat that record.”

“You demolished it.” She smirks. “And the car.”

“Which slid across the line for a new record,” you explain with pride and then pause for dramatic effect, holding your arms out, beer still in hand, “And … I walked away without a single injury.”

“See, that part I thought was all hype,” Emily admits and looks inquisitive.

“No, sadly. It helped I was young and dumb when I did it.” You say with introspective embarrassment. “I was so fucking stupid.”

She snorts with agreement while doing mental math. “Wait, how old were you when he recruited you?”

“Young,” you vaguely admit.

“But you joined before me,” she says, knowing you were aware of her records and nod that she was correct. “I joined late ’97 and everyone just naturally talked about the course like that.” You heard the implication. She meant that the nickname wasn’t a new idea and was trying to figure out how much longer you have been in the CIA before she joined.

You clear your throat in caution. “Leave it alone, Prentiss. I … I honestly can’t say anything more.” You grimace, knowing you already said too much.

Emily didn’t press for further information, but you knew she gleaned enough to make educated assumptions. You felt like a fool, letting your guard down like that, but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt … nice, being able to connect with someone new. That hadn’t happened since Rebecca.

You’ll need to keep your guard up since Prentiss reaffirmed that you would be a proper member of the BAU starting today. They would want to get to know you, and you them. You just have to remember to tone it down and not get carried away with enthusiasm. Keep Brian’s wisdom close to your heart that this is new to you and ground yourself. Don’t get swept away with emotions, like last night.

It was a late start at Quantico for you since you had to start at Langley. The stipend funds had been approved and your signature was needed on a lot of paperwork. Finance assured you that the money would be deposited into the BAU budget by the end of day. Prentiss would be able give Bailey the proverbial finger on Monday when she distributed the funds, pushing the unit into the green, leaving the penny pincher helpless with his mission to disband the BAU that way.

Prentiss had texted you that the team would be ready for you in the conference room discussing their current caseloads and leads and would wait for you, providing you that proper do over with them. You appreciated that and said as such in reply.

As you head off the elevator to the sixth floor, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. You even put a little more effort into your outfit, choosing a charcoal grey pants suit with a black sleeveless semi-spread polo collar, and comfy black work shoes with decent tread. You had your backpack on, holding the straps over your chest as you survey the area.

True to her word, the team was already in the conference room. Garcia happens to see you first and smiles big, giving you a quick, animated wave that caught Prentiss’ attention. She was standing and angles her body to the left to see who was there and visibly relaxes noticing it was you. The team follows her gaze as Prentiss gestures for you to join them.

JJ looks from Prentiss to Rossi, who was suspiciously smirking up at Emily. “And why are you smiley this morning?”

“Hm?” he looks over at her as Prentiss’ attention turns towards the exchange. “Oh, just delighted Whitlock can join us. Orientation’s a pain in the ass.”

He was equally relieved and surprised that Emily spoke to you as quickly as she did. Because of that, he wouldn’t press the orientation fib being told to the team.

“Man, I wish I had the short version like she did when I joined,” Luke grumbles playfully.

“Yeah, but you needed a lot of work honey, and honestly … still do, unlike our CIA cutie,” Garcia chides as you walk in.

“That my new rank?” you say with twinkling eyes and a brow raising to the group. “CIA cutie?”

The members collectively chuckle and laugh at the joke and as you look at Prentiss, she was fighting to keep her lips from curling upwards.

“No. Still a consultant.” Prentiss admits. She gestures to an empty seat between Tara and Garcia. “Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”

You nod and slip past Prentiss, sliding the backpack off your shoulders. You place it on the ground behind your chair and sit down. As you look at the BAU members starting back at you, you feel daunted. But you got this and look eagerly at Prentiss to kick this off.

“I know things have been hectic this week with all the changes and assignments and getting Whitlock up to speed on FBI protocols. She still has a few more items to go over, but I’m pulling her in since we can use all the help we can get,” Prentiss explains. “Garcia, mind getting Whitlock up to speed where we’re at?

Garcia immediately speaks up, almost bouncing on the seat at the chance. “You got it, Ma’am.”

Emily winces and presses her hand down towards Garcia. “What have I said about that?”

She smiles. “Not to call you Ma’am.”

“Please remember that.”

“You got it, Boss Ma’am.” Garcia says cheekily.

Emily sits down in a huff, and you have to cover your mouth to hide the smile on your face. The team did not hide their amusement at the banter.

“Anyway,” Garcia says and laces her fingers together before turning her hands inside out to crack them, “time for catch up!”

Her fingers dance across the keyboard and immediately your eyes go to screen depicting a U.S. map with sixteen dots. Each dot had a line that led to a description of the kill kit number, contents and the city and state of its location. Two of the dots are red, the others blue.

“We have recovered fourteen of the sixteen kill kits, no thanks to our firebug in holding right now. The two missing are from Indio, CA and Rockville, MD and your technological goddess is monitoring anything in the surrounding areas that sounds Sicariusy like.”

“How wide’s the radius?” you ask.

“Fifty,” she answers while you nod. “So far nothing’s pinged that shouts out, ‘I’m a Sicarius henchmen’. However, Mr. Dishonorably Discharged had a test kit that was really oooooold based on soil samples.”

“Five years isn’t that old,” JJ says.

“But the kits being activated by Sicarius, it is,” explains Rossi. “All the lockers we’ve found have new tech, supplies, chemicals …”

“Lab did confirm the soil samples from our kits are newer. So why give Green something older?” Prentiss asks the team.

“Maybe this one fit Green’s M.O. better?” Luke offers.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” says Rossi.

“What are you thinking, Dave?” urges Prentiss.

“That Green was set up?” you offer, looking between Prentiss and Rossi.

He half smiles, impressed, and points to you casually. “Kid’s good. That’s exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe he was testing Green to see what he’d do. Confirm if he was truly loyal or not.”

“And either way, Sicarius would get what he wanted. A big explosion or expose Green for who he really is,” JJ says emphatically. “

“All right.” Prentiss takes a moment to digest this and addresses everyone. “Give me some options.”

Luke leans back and gestures to Garcia. “Green was the last to see his sister. So, we’re thinking a cognitive interview might help him remember any details of that night. Anything that could help him ID the guy that took her.”

“Good luck trying to get him to agree to it,” states Tara. “He has big problems with authority figures. He won’t cooperate unless he has good reason.”

“How’s not finding his sister’s killer a good reason?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s really pissed off.” Prentiss says as you raise a brow. “We took away his chance at catching Sicarius and enacting his revenge.”

“And he really doesn’t like that I’m a Fed again.” Garcia pouts with that admission. “He sent me all that info thinking I was still distanced from all of this.” She gestures wildly at the room.

Prentiss looks sympathetic. “But we have to try. Luke, I need you to talk to Green and get him to agree to the cognitive interview. JJ, keep watch on the exchange.” They both nod and she addresses Garcia. “Keep working on any leads that might help us find those missing kill kits. Whitlock, you’ll assist.”

You visibly perk up at the sound of your name and look thankful for a hands-on opportunity. Inwardly, you were doing backflips. Prentiss could feel you buzzing with internal excitement and chuckles. “Not like you can catch up on any paperwork you don’t have yet.”

Rossi and Tara groan while Luke and JJ share a smirk.

“Oh, don’t even,” admonishes Prentiss. “You both get to play catch up in between interviewing Green until a case comes in.”

Luke is silent, lowering his head in defeat as JJ frowns while pouting. “Aww.”

Now that the team had their assignments, Garcia was utterly giddy and squeals towards you. “Come Robin! To the Batcave!”

Garcia catches you up on everything over the next few hours. From the hidden message apps on the unsubs phones, to the discussion forums, and how Sicarius used this to gain followers so he could teach them the ways of being sadistic killers. She had identified the usernames of the unsubs and was able to find that they all chatted with Sicarius - User45125. They also learned about the different murder methods that matched up with the bodies found in the shipping container. Out of the lockers that are missing, the BAU believes that kits would contain methods to kill by acid and strangulation to match the last of the victims.

“I can’t trace any direct messaging, so that’s why all of this is based on the forum info me and JJ combed through,” Garcia says, ending her lengthy summation.

“What a sick fuck.” You shake your head in disgust. “Play with the first round of victims and pass all that fun on to his new friends who do it all over again.”

You were sitting to the left of Garcia, lightly turning the chair back and forth with a foot on the floor. To your delight, it didn’t bother her. It was a habit you developed over time to help you think. You look over the conversations that Sicarius had with the unsubs and Green. He definitely narrowed down the chosen ones based on their psychopathic thrills.

“How many are on this message board again?” you ask, gesturing at the screens.

“Over half a million. Which just…bleh!” Garcia pauses, shivering for dramatic effect, “Makes me feel all squicky that there are that many of them chatting in one spot. But I narrowed down the really, really, bad naughties to seventeen k.”

“Damn. Fucker’s been busy.” You go silent as you calculate options with the information the BAU had.

Garcia glances at you, seeing your eyes darting back and forth in concentration. “What’cha thinking there?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just … “ you pause, words softening, “a half formed thought. A possibility.” You turn towards Garcia. “Can you narrow the users further by who hasn’t been active in a few months? At least since Green last contacted Sicarius? Bonus if longer.”

She blinks rapidly at you and looks put out. “Can I?!” She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Since you’re new, I will let that slight pass, but there is nothing I can’t do, missy.”

Except get your file, but you don’t need to know that!

“Apologies, M’Lady!” You smile, making sure to file that away to not offend the bubbly woman in the future. “If you would be so kind and continue working your magic?”

“And the lady shall be kind!” Garcia says with vigor and starts narrowing down the possibilities further.

The two of you work diligently over the next few hours. You guide Garcia with different traits to knock down the users into something manageable with the information that can be extracted from text. Emoji use, shorten expressions, length of posts, seeking knowledge and showboating instead of trying to engage in an emotional connection, aggressive language use, and interests.

“Here you go.” Garcia calls up a list of usernames that fit your specifications. “One-hundred and thirty-four.”

“Have any of those spoke to our guy at length? Something substantial?”

“Hm, yes!” She pulls those up.

That got you down to thirty-eight. “And how many of those appear to have contacted him through direct messaging?” You couldn’t know for sure but based on the flow of conversation and quality, there were hints.

She types quickly. “Ah, fourteen.” She shows you the names.

“List them by last known contact with him – earliest to latest.”

“Done.”

“Now pull up last few messages from each.”

“Also done.”

You read through them, ignoring the majority as you skim but there were a few that stood out.

Dark_Muse: Fucking cunt is finally gonna pay!!! Girls night is gonna end on a high!!!

_piouspisces: Woke up from a dream today. Hope it comes true. Just have to set up the right ingredients. Need advice on lacing paper. I have some ideas but need confirmation.

FlamePit23: The world only makes sense at sunrise and sunset. It’s when it looks like the world is set on fire. Beautiful.

You point to that last username. “Show me this one’s profile.”

Garcia clicks on it and reads. “’Nothing burns as bright as the rage inside you. Cultivate and embrace it. Keep it under your control’. Oh, they go on to say to never make any friends. That’s cheerful and lonely.”

“But they admitted to ‘nurturing others so I can take them off guard. Like my mother did to me when I was younger’ makes me think this one’s female,” you say while tapping the screen. “What’s the date and timestamp on the last message?”

“That would be … August 12, 2022 0550.”

You would bet that it was close to sunrise on that day when the user posted.

You pull your hand back to cup your chin in thought as Garcia looks oddly at you. “You know, I’ve been doing this a really, really long time, and I can usually predict where people are going with their data mining. But you? I have zilch of an idea because this makes no sense to me.”

You heard she was talking, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on formulating a plan.

She puckers her lips in annoyance at being ignored and snaps her fingers twice in front of your face. “Hello?”

“Oh!” you say, jerking back into awareness. “I’m trying to come up with a crazy plan.”

“Please tell me this won’t result in you going AWOL again …” Prentiss had entered and neither of them had heard the door open.

You and Garcia share a look wondering if she even knocked as Prentiss walks in further expectantly. “Well?”

You sit back and reassure her. “Ah, no. Course not.”

“Wait. So, you really went AWOL?” Garcia asks curiously. “Did you serve before the CIA?”

“I didn’t serve.” You bit your lower lip and nod, coming to terms with what you can say. “I did some training with military personnel. All informal.”

You and the other four recruits had gone through training with the Green Berets, Navy Seals, and Delta Force. Something you couldn’t disclose as it technically never happened, hence, the informal part of your cover. You also are glad Garcia was distracted by that and didn’t ask you to elaborate on the AWOL matter.

Garcia whistles. “Wowzer.”

That made you smile. “A very simple, yet precise, way to put it.”

“A talent of hers for sure. But let’s get back to this crazy plan of yours,” insists Prentiss as she leans against the desk on the other side of Garcia.

“Again, it’s just the start of one but it could be a way to infiltrate Sicarius’ chosen ones without the need for vengeance to fuck things up.”

“You really say that word a lot,” notices Garcia.

“What?”

Garcia struggles by opening and closing her mouth like a fish to try and get the word out, but Prentiss beats her to it. “Fuck.”

“Huh?” You look at the section chief with confusion. “No thank you?”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant!” She answers, speaking quickly as you fluster her with the insinuation, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer.

“What’s so funny?” she snaps.

“You!” you answer between cackles. “I knew what you meant.”

Garcia at least has the decency to look away while trying to fight off her own snickers as Prentiss takes a hand to her head to rub at her temples. “I swear to god, Whitlock …”

“Anyway …” you grin. “The idea is to chat him up with a username that is not entirely inactive but hasn’t been used in a bit. Think we found a prospect.”

Prentiss’ irritation with you changes to interest. “That so?”

Garcia nods. “Now that I know what the plan is, yes. I can do a deeper dive into this user and see what I can dig up.”

“Less is more, in this case,” you explain thoughtfully. “If we infiltrate this way, we gotta have enough info to be this user without him really knowing who this is. So, if you can find who they are, then we’re back to finding another. Because that means he would know their identity, too.”

Prentiss nods. “Do it. Green isn’t cooperating at all like Tara figured. He wouldn’t agree to the cognitive interview. Might as well see how this pans out while JJ tries to change Green’s mind.”

“On it, Boss Ma’am!” Garcia jests as she gets to work.

Prentiss looks up at the ceiling as if searching for patience, but as brown eyes come down, they focus on you. “Come with me and bring your stuff.”

“Sure thing.” You rise, grabbing your backpack but before you follow Prentiss, you squeeze Garcia’s shoulder. “This was nice. Working with you, that is.”

She tears her eyes away from the screen to look up at your soulful eyes. You really appreciated how Garcia jumped into working with you with fervor and not giving you the cold shoulder from earlier this week. “Aww, sweetie! Yes, we’ll keep working at it to make this idea blossom into a full blown plan!”

You smile so hard your cheeks hurt and stay that way until Garcia gets back to work. You then meet up with Prentiss to walk out together.

“Good first day.” It was an observation by the section chief.

“Yeah, it really was.” You were smiling again. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Her tone carries a mystique to it, and you become captivated while walking to the bullpen together. “But I owe you a proper thank you. Langley sent me the confirmation of funds.”

“I’ll behave.” Prentiss’ eyes widen when you say that. “I won’t start making it rain money at you in celebration.”

She chuckles. “So, you can control it?”

“Occasionally.”

“Good. Then I’ve no regrets in getting you something.”

That made you perk up. “You got me something?”

“Bit overdue, but …” Prentiss stops without warning at the first desk to the right when you enter the bullpen. “… it’s yours.”

You are befuddled as you shift your gaze from Prentiss to the desk and audibly gasp. Resting on top of it was your name on display as a consultant. “Wow.”

Pleased with your reaction, she nudges you with her elbow. “This is when you’re supposed to thank me.”

“Ah, right!” you laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck before looking to her with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Prentiss.”

Your response without jest disarms her like it did last night over drinks. Your gazes lock for several beats and you just stand there with sincere gratitude that she welcomed you as a member of the team.

She recovers quickly with a stiff nod and motions to your desk. “You’re welcome. When you’re done getting settled, get back to working on that angle with Garcia.”

“You got it.” You immediately round the desk, already slipping off your backpack to place on top of it as Prentiss heads to her office.

That felt really nice to say in your head. Your desk. When was the last time you had a desk with a name plate? Everything you did was covert up until now so flashing your name and credentials was the equivalent to placing a target on your back with a bright flashing sign that says, ‘Shoot me!’. The right people knew your name when on mission, but most of your identity was done under aliases and callsigns.

You take a quick inventory of what’s on the desk – laptop connected to dual monitors, keyboard and mouse, stacked plastic organizers, phone, stapler, black plastic pen holder that was empty.

Guess I’ll have to find supplies…

You pick up the stapler and click it, watching a used staple hit the desk. At least that was ready to go for all the paperwork you’ll be doing now. The team will be excited to hear that! You then pull out the chair to get acquainted with the drawers only to be shocked for the second time today.

Waiting for you on the chair was a six pack of Diet Coke bottles with a blue sticky note attached. You peel it off to read and immediately smile.

Welcome to the BAU, Whitlock.

Chapter 7

@unkonw00 @ara-a-bird @rayisaknight @sevyscoven

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds x reader #Criminal minds x you #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #emily x reader #emily x you #prometheus

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miks-delusional-blog · 1 year ago

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Just hold my hand - Mizu x fem! reader

Tags: fluff, very minor angst (not really angst?) Idk how to tag sorry I’m a noob, Mizu just being a bit anxious, that’s as angsty as it gets

Notes: In 2nd person (you), 858 words, Mizu x Fem! reader

Context: you and Mizu are friends(?) with romantic tension (I'm projecting).

Little A/N: lmao ran out of fanfics to read so I wrote one!

Guys I haven't written fanfic (and posted it) since I was 14 YEARS OLD. I'm 20. The passage of time is so scary.

I'm open to criticism but please be gentle.

Enjoy <3 Love Yamz x

It was a cold day. Just a few days after the new year. The golden sun slowly travelled over the horizon, the moon and stars chasing after. You and Mizu were walking through a bustling crowded street, lined with street vendors.

The two of you walked together, slightly trailing behind her. Occasionally you’d remark,

“Those steamed buns smell so good, we should come back here later!”

“Woah…”

“Ooh, that’s so cool, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that bracelet cute?”

And Mizu would hum in reply, nodding and agreeing with you nonchalantly.

As the two of you continued through the street, it seemed to get busier and louder. Your voice was getting quieter as everyone else got louder, their conversations drumming against Mizu’s ears. As Mizu walked, a necklace caught her eye. One she expected you’ll comment on.

But she’s met with silence.

Mizu, a little confused, turns back to look at you, but you’re not there. She looks around, walking back the way she came. She scanned the stalls but she couldn't see you. It didn’t help that the street had gotten busier.

‘Where are you?’ she thinks.

Before she realised, she became frantic. Barging through the crowd, she called out for you, her head whipping around just for a glimpse of you.

‘Where are you?’

Did something happen?

Maybe you got lost. Or maybe you had gotten distracted.

Had you been taken without her realising? There’s no way. She would have noticed. Right?

Had you abandoned her? No, there’s no way…

Desperate, Mizu began asking people if they had seen you. They’d brush her off, or roll their eyes, but she didn’t care.

‘Where the hell are you?’

Mizu pulled herself to the side of the street. She felt her heartbeat thumping in her ears. She needed to calm down. Collect herself. You couldn’t have gone far. Why had she gotten so worked up about you? You’re not a child.

She let out a sigh to calm her breathing. She scanned the crowd again.

‘How could I let the thought of her get me so rattled? Fucking ridiculous.’ She thought, gritting her teeth.

‘Where the fuck is she? That brat. Always fucking wandering off…’ finally her eyes settled on your figure.

You hadn’t spotted her yet. Mizu watched as you looked around at the busy crowd with nervous eyes.

In a way it comforted her. Your nervous form, looking around for her. It quelled her previous anxieties of you possibly being kidnapped or of your abandonment. Mizu smirked a little at your image.

“Mizu!” You called out with a wavering voice, still not seeing her.

‘This feels a little sadistic now.’ Mizu chuckled to herself. She walked over to you, pushing through the crowd.

Mizu called out to you when she was a lot closer.

“Mizu? Mizu!” your face lights up when you spot her, relief washing over you. You ran up to her, hugging her before pulling away slightly, remembering how that wasn’t her thing. “Oh right sorry-”

To your surprise, she pulls you back into her embrace. She lowers her head close to your ear, “Where the hell did you go?” Her words are sharp but her voice is unexpectedly soft.

“Sorry, I got distracted. I saw something at a stall and I called out to you, and I thought you heard me so I went over. But, we got separated.” You said, feeling a little embarrassed.

Mizu lets out a sigh, her eyebrows knit slightly. “Why didn’t you just tap me or something?”

You look at her puzzled, “But, you don't like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” She barks, a little frustrated. You flinch a little at her tone. Realising her harshness she let out another breath trying to calm down. She stepped back, separating from you. You felt the absence of her warmth.

“Look,” she began crossing her arms, “I’d rather you touch me for two seconds than having to spend an hour looking for you. You’re lucky that you just wandered off this time. Next time we get separated like that, I’m not gonna come looking for you. I don’t care if you get kidnapped or swallowed by the earth.”

You felt yourself heat up in embarrassment. Averting eye contact, “sorry…”

“I need to get you a bell so I don’t lose you. In the meantime…” Mizu held out her hand towards you.

You paused, looking down at it a little confused.

She rolls her eyes, “Just take my hand.”

You abided immediately.

The two of you began walking down the bustling street, hand in hand. Her hands were cold and rough but being so close to her made you feel warm and safe.

After a moment of reflecting on your conversation, “Mizu?”

“Yeah?” she glanced over at you.

“Did you think I got kidnapped?” You enquired.

She briefly paused, “It was a possibility that crossed my mind.”

You smiled, beaming “Oh…you really do care about me.”

“Shut up. Don't be a brat.”

You laughed, bumping her shoulder softly. She rolled her eyes, looking away from you. But still she smirks, shifting her grip in your warm and soft hand.

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #mizu x reader fluff #bes mizu #wlw fluff #idk how to tag im sorry

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Costumes!

dark stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, CNC, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, costumed sex, slight nipple play, tit slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, slight ass play, calling reader his little wife 🤭, degradation, name calling, mommy kink

not proofread ✌️

Your friend Tiffany invites you to her house for the weekend and for once Leon says it’s okay to go (probably cause you asked while your mom was in the room). Unbeknownst to you, Tiffany is actually hosting a Halloween party. So that afternoon when she picks you up, she’s bubbling over with excitement.

You get to her house and any confusion from her happy demeanor on the car ride over clears up when seeing the huge group of people already milling around her house in costumes.

“Go to my room and change!” she giggles, pushing you towards the stairs, “I picked out a costume for you already!”

Feeling a little hesitant once you see the outright slutty costume, you decide to live a little and quickly change into it. Giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror, you adjust the plaid skirt with the white button up top that’s showing off your breasts. The school girl getup is a little played out, but you still think it looks cute.

Heading downstairs, you join Tiffany and the rest of her group of friends. She introduces everyone and before too long more people show up until you lose sight of Tiffany and the small gaggle of her friends. Feeling a little self conscious at the stares of the other people at the party, you slip away to the basement, thankful that no one else has come down here.

Making your way over, you grab a soda from the mini fridge down here, planning on just hiding out until the party dies down. Turning around, you jump to see a tall figure at the bottom of the stairs. You squint and can make out a plain white mask covering their face.

“H-hi,” you give them a half wave, “uh, there’s drinks if you want one?”

You hold up your can of soda, but they shake their head no, stepping further into the empty basement. You give them a weak smile and go to bypass them but they reach out to grab your arm.

Wincing, you try to pull away but it only causes them squeeze harder making you gasp.

“You’re hurting me,” you frown up at the masked face, “let go.”

They do let you go, only to grab your throat and drag you over to the couch in the corner. You drop the can of soda; luckily, it lands on the soft rug placed down in front of the couch, so it doesn’t just explode everywhere.

He shoves you down onto your knees before sitting on the couch in front of you, spreading his legs so you’re forced to kneel between them.

“Stop,” tears bead your waterline, “my dad’s going to kill you, I swear.”

This response gets a light chuckle from the masked man, but he only unbuckles his belt to unzip and unbutton his slacks, pulling his thick cock from his briefs. Your thighs clench together as you see a bead of precum drip from the uncut tip.

His hand reaches out to wind in your hair, clenching tightly and making you whimper at the pain. A familiar cologne hits your nose making your eyes flutter. Your nipples harden to stiff peaks that can be seen through your flimsy shirt.

“You should s-stop,” you whimper as he flicks across your hard nipples, “my daddy’s gonna be really mad.”

That earns hard pinches to each nipple until you’re arching into the rough treatment. He yanks your top down so your breasts are completely exposed. Still holding onto your hair with one hand, he uses the other to slap your breasts, making sure to catch your nipples with his fingertips.

“No,” you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks even as your flimsy panties fill with slick, “I don’t want this, stop, please.”

The man groans and slaps your tits even harder, constantly swapping sides until your skin stings and tingles. Your eyes keep dropping to his leaking cock, mouth watering at the thought of that fat weight on your tongue.

As if he reads your mind, he drags your head forward until your mouth hovers over his dick, using his other hand to grab the base to slap it against your cheek and lips. You try to turn your head but the firm grip he has keeps you rooted to the spot while he drags his leaking tip all over your mouth and chin.

He presses the tip against your lips but when you press them together to prevent him from going any further, he laughs at you, a low mean sound, and lets go of his cock to pinch your nose shut. Your hands have been balled up in your lap this entire time, but now you bring them up to push against his legs but he doesn’t budge.

You hold your breath as long as possible but once your lungs start to burn you gasp out and he shoves your mouth down on his cock. Whining, your wet eyes stare up at his blank mask as he knocks the tip of his fat dick against the back of your throat making you gag. The familiar taste of his skin and the tang of his precum makes your pussy throb.

With his free hand, he reaches up to push the mask up so his mouth is free. Leaning forward, he tugs you away from his dick and drools on the head before yanking you back down making you swallow his spit along with his cock.

A low moan slips past your lips as he does it again, your own tongue greedily lapping up the spit dripping down his length. Leaving the mask pushed up, your blurry eyes take in his pouty lips making your cunt clench around nothing. He thrusts up until his tip kisses the back of your throat making you cough and gag. Pulling away as you retch once, thick sloppy strings of saliva bridge between your panting mouth and his throbbing dick.

“Good girl,” he murmurs making you whine, tears running down your face, “such a nice tight throat.”

With simple praise dripping from his lips like honey, he doesn’t even have to guide you into taking his cock back into your mouth. He still keeps a grip on your hair, but now it’s only used to hold onto as you eagerly suck him off.

You try to keep your gaze trained on his half covered face, watching as he smirks down at you while his thick length fills your mouth. He keeps you sloppily sucking him off for what must be most of the party.

He bottoms out again and again until your gag reflex can’t take anymore, pulling away while coughing and retching, saliva and precum coating your lips and chin.

“I can’t,” you rasp out, “can’t take anymore.”

He tightens his grip in your hair again and pulls until you’re seated in his lap. His wet cock slides against your slippery panties, completely soaked through at the point. He flips up the hem of your short skirt and pushes the thin see through panties to the side.

“Daddy,” you whimper and he thrusts up into your sopping wet cunt.

He slaps his palm over your mouth as you scream from the sudden stretch. His hips thrust up as he pounds into your pussy without any buildup, making your hole spasm and clench around his fat dick.

“Think I wouldn’t find out,” he hisses in your ear, hand pulling your hair so hard it makes you cry, “I always know what my slutty girl is up to.”

“‘m sorry,” you whimper, “I swear I d-didn’t know, please daddy.”

“I know,” he chuckles meanly, “it’s why I didn’t just take you in front of all your little friends.”

You clench hard around him with a moan, “T-thank you, daddy.”

“You’re so welcome, baby. Knew you could be such a good girl.”

He groans, fucking up into your wet hole even harder, heavy balls slapping against your ass making your pussy drip everywhere. Using his free hand, he reaches around to grab a handful of your ass, helping guide you to bounce down on his dick.

“Work that cock,” he grunts, “have to make up for teasing daddy in that little costume.”

Moaning, you arch your back and swivel your hips down, riding his cock faster.

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you pant, “promise I’ll be your good girl.”

“Yeah you will,” he grits out, spanking your ass hard, “once we’re finished here, I’m taking you home.”

An idea crosses your mind has excitement buzzing through your body, “Can we stay at a hotel, daddy?”

You feel his cock twitch and throb inside your pussy.

“Of course, baby,” he lets go of your hair to use both hands in grabbing your waist, “I’ll take you to a hotel, probably too late to go home anyway. Wouldn’t want to wake up your mom.”

Mewling, you bounce on his dick harder as Leon squeezes your hips. His cock grinds against your g-spot making your pussy clench around him tighter and tighter with every thrust.

“Now cream my cock so I can cum in your soft little pussy,” he growls out, ��if you don’t, I’m gonna spank your hot wet cunt until you cry.”

“I’m so close,” you whisper, tears still dripping from your eyes, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

He yanks you down onto his dick as he bullies up into your spasming hole. The tip bruises your cervix as he grinds his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. He reaches up and tugs your nipples causing you to squeeze around him, making the pleasure pain of his cock knocking into the entrance of your womb so much sharper.

With another rough grinding roll of his hips, you cum hard. Your body folds forward, nails scratching across his clothed chest as your pussy walls flutter and clench around his stiff cock. Biting your lip, you stifle the wail that wants to escape.

“Good girl,” he coos condescendingly at you, “daddy’s gonna give you his cum as a reward.”

You shudder, body still climaxing as he humps your spasming pussy until he’s spurting rope after rope of hot cum into your soaked cunt.

“Take it,” he hisses, hands gripping the fat of your hips so hard you’ll bruise, “fat little pussy always so hungry for my cum.”

You whine in agreement, hips trembling as your pussy milks his cock for every drop of his cum. Unsure of how long you sit there, Leon finally pulls out once he’s completely soft, cum and slick dripping slowly from your used pussy.

He snaps your panties back in place although they’re so thin you’re not sure they’ll even stop any mess from escaping. Leon helps you to stand and pulls your cellphone from his pocket.

“I’m texting your friend that you don’t feel good and called me to pick you up,” he says as he locks your phone and slips it back into his pocket, “your bag is already in my car so we can go.”

Feeling out of sorts, you nod and let him lead you through the house and out to his car parked behind the garage. He sets you down in the passenger seat and begins to buckle you in place; however, he glances down, nostrils flaring to see the mess sticking to your thighs. The next thing you know, he’s moving you to the backseat and ripping your panties off, so he can eat the cum out of your pussy.

“Daddy, someone could see,” you whisper.

“I don’t care,” he grunts, licking up the creamy slick coating your pussy lips.

His tongue licks a hot trail up to your swollen clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re rocking up into his mouth. Moving his mouth down, he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, shoving his face against your cunt until his nose is grinding against your clit.

It doesn’t take long to make you cream on his face, slick and cum coating his lower jaw completely. He pulls away with a wet schlick and spanks your puffy mound.

“Got the best little pussy, baby,” he grins at you, eyes dark and mean, “going to fill you up so good once we get to the room.”

Shakily, you raise up and Leon kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth making you moan to taste the mixture of his cum and your slick together. He pulls away and spanks your cunt again.

“Get in the front seat, the sooner we leave the better.”

Leon plays with your pussy on the drive over until you’re leaking slick all over his leather seats. Anytime you squirm or wiggle your hips, he pinches your thigh hard which only makes your cunt ache more from the sting. You’re a complete mess by the time he pulls up to the building.

At the hotel, he keeps his arm wrapped around you all the way up to the front desk. The clerk makes small talk, eyes wandering over your costume and messy face before quickly looking away.

Leon laughs as he jostles you against his side, “My wife had a little too much tonight.”

Your brain buzzes as your body goes rigid in his hold from the way Leon causally drops that remark. Eyes moving from the clerk to stare up at Leon, you know you must have a love struck look on your face.

The clerk laughs lightly as he hands him the room key, “It’s to be expected this time of year. Have a good night!”

His hand is a hot brand on your hip as he guides you into the elevator and up to your room. Once the door shuts, he grabs you and throws you down onto the bed.

He takes off his shirt as he stares down at you, “You’re in for a very long night, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen with trepidation and excitement as you watch Leon undress down to his briefs. When your shaky hands reach for the top of your costume, he reaches out lightning quick to smack your hand away.

“It stays on,” he sneers down at you, “you have to earn that privilege.”

You nod, sucking on your bottom lip to stop the noises you want to make.

He smiles at you, blue eyes empty and cold, “Just what am I doing to do with you, hmm?”

“I-I don’t know, daddy,” you whisper, chill bumps racing down your body as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip while he cups your jaw.

“Of course you don’t,” his voice croons in that condescending way that has your thighs pressing together, “you’re just a stupid slut who’s gagging for my dick.”

Exhaling a sharp whine, you part your bottom lip when he presses down on it with his thumb.

“On your knees,” he points to the space in front of him.

Moving from the bed, you kneel down right in front of him.

“Tongue out,” he demands, “and keep that mouth open.”

Hot arousal swoops through your belly as you do as he says, tongue lolling out past your lips as you open your jaw wider. He slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue until they’re coated in drool. When he pulls them out, strings of spit fall from your tongue to land on your chest.

He wipes his fingers off on your cheek with a click of his tongue, “Messy little girl.”

Exhaling a heavy breath from your open mouth, your eyes droop as he tucks the band of his briefs down underneath his balls. He strokes his heavy cock once, fingers tugging his foreskin away from the leaking tip.

“I’m going to cum all over your tongue,” he grits out, “give you a reason to be so messy.”

He angles his dick until the head kisses the tip of your tongue as he jerks himself off. Eyes crossing as you keep your gaze trained on his throbbing cock, your cunt drools as much as your mouth does, slick and spit both dripping to puddle onto the floor.

He grins down at you, “Were you surprised when I called you my little wife earlier?”

Humming in reply, you can’t say anything while keeping your mouth open, but you know your eyes are overly bright with excitement.

“Like it, don’t you?” he rumbles, voice as soft as silk in your ears, “it’s not enough you’re my little mommy, but now you want to be my little wife too?”

Your eyes slip closed as you whine breathily across the head of his cock. The tip leaks messily onto your tongue as he tightens his fist around his dick to stroke harder. Hands twisting in your lap, you have to push down the urge to reach up and grab his thighs.

“Show me your tits,” he grunts, the wet schlick schlick schlick of his hand making you rub your thighs together.

Blindly reaching up, you pull the thin top up, breasts spilling out since you’re not wearing a bra.

“There we go,” he groans, cock kicking against your tongue right before he shoots out his thick cum all over your mouth.

He pulls back, slowly jerking his dick as he spills more ropes of jizz across your face. Your hands clench into fists, cunt aching as you feel him paint your face with his hot sticky cum.

“Look so pretty,” he laughs meanly, slapping his cock down on your tongue, “swallow.”

You moan unabashedly as you swallow down what few spurts of cum landed in your mouth, grateful for the chance to let your tongue rest.

“Get up and bend over the bed,” he directs, stepping away from you.

Knees throbbing when you stand up, you weakly stumble to the bed and bend over, resting on your forearms. Leon steps up behind you, running his hot palms all down your back, moving your skirt up to cup your ass.

He spreads your cheeks and spits on your asshole, “Need to train this hole next, sweetheart.”

You gasp, half in shock and half in arousal, as he rubs his thumb over your wet rim. He leans over you, one arm braced next to your head as he cages you under his bulky body. His thumb keeps rubbing across your furled hole, teasingly dipping inside.

“That’s what a good wife does,” he murmurs in your ear, “she takes my cock into whatever hole I want to use.”

You whimper, fingers clenching onto the hotel sheets as he slowly sinks his thumb into your ass.

“D-daddy,” you try to relax around the strange intrusion.

“Shhh,” he bites your neck, “let me play with my wife’s tight little asshole.”

Shuddering, more slick leaks down your thighs, clit throbbing for attention as Leon teases the rim of your ass.

“‘I’ll be daddy’s good wife,” you whine, nipples tightening into hard buds as you utter those scandalous words.

“Good girl,” he nips your ear, “daddy’s gonna eat this cute little hole next time, but for now I’m gonna stretch out your needy pussy.”

Squirming, you mewl weakly when he rocks his thickening cock against your sopping wet cunt. He moves both hands down to grip the fat of your hips as he continues to grind against your slit.

Guiding his tip into your pussy, he slides all the way into your hole until his cock’s completely sheathed in your wet heat. Without letting you enjoy the feeling of fullness, Leon’s pulling out until the head is spreading you open before thrusting completely back into your cunt.

His hips smack against your ass, the sound of your skin clapping together making you hot with embarrassment. Hand slapping across your ass, you squeal and clench down on him harder.

“What? You don’t want to be loud?” he mocks, “thought you were trying to be good?”

“I am,” you keen high in your throat, “I’m a good girl.”

“Uh uh,” he slaps your ass again in the same spot making you arch away from the sting, “not my good girl but..?”

“Wife,” you cry out as he slips a hand down to spank your clit, “‘m daddy’s wife.”

He groans so low you almost miss it, but he humps into your pussy deep, cock kicking and throbbing as he fills out even more inside your fluttering walls.

“Yeah you are,” he growls, “gonna fuck my wife’s fat little pussy til I’m creaming her cunt.”

Back arching, you push your hips against his thrusts, loud noises spilling from your lips as his cock batters into your cervix. The pain kaleidoscopes into pleasure when he grinds harshly into your hole as he teases and flicks across your clit, his other hand slipping up to your chest to pull and tweak your nipples.

“Daddy, so much,” you drool into the bed, body being jostled forward with every thrust until you’re prone on your tummy as Leon drills into your squelching cunt.

“Messy pussy,” he bites your shoulder so hard your legs kick out, “squeezing me so good, little wife.”

“Yes, yes, wanna be so good,” you gasp out, pussy drooling all over Leon’s cock as it pistons in and out of your hole.

The shrill ring of a cellphone cuts through the atmosphere like a knife. Leon stills inside you before pulling completely out with a wet schlick.

“Noo,” you wail out in displeasure, making him spank your ass so hard you squeak.

“Hush,” his voice is harsh as he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket.

“Aww honey, it’s your mom,” he smiles at you, all wicked and sharp.

Swiping before bringing the phone up to his ear, he keeps his eyes locked with you as he answers, “Hello.”

Your body freezes up as Leon joins you on the bed again, slipping his cock inside your twitching cunt as you shove your face into the bed to stifle any sound. Barely listening to what Leon’s saying, you’re hoping against hope that your mom doesn’t notice what’s taking place on this side of the call.

“Work’s as busy as usual,” Leon lies through his teeth as he ruts his cock lazily into your pussy, “I know, but it’s not something I can just ignore.”

You clench down on him as he starts to really thrust his hips, cock bullying in and out of your fluttering pussy until you’re moaning and whining. The way he’s rocking into you makes your clit grind down into the bedspread perfectly. Leon fucking you as he talks to your mom riles you up in the worst way, slick gushing from your cunt.

“Oh that?” Leon chuckles as he drapes himself over your body, “that’s just some of my coworkers.”

As his hips rabbit hard against your own, you’re surprised at how brazen Leon is acting.

“Of course,” Leon coos into the phone and you clamp down on his cock at the tone before you realize it.

He drops his cell down onto the bed as he grunts against your hair, cock buried to the hilt in your pussy. You can distantly hear the tinny canned voice of your mom still on the line.

“Keep that up,” his smoky baritone has you pulsing around him, “fuck, feels so good in your fat little pussy.”

You keep tightening around him, orgasm on the cusp of overwhelming your body. His hand reaches up and he grabs his phone again.

“Sorry about that, someone came in. I’ll have to call you later.”

He hangs up and tosses his phone without hesitation, both hands gripping onto your waist as he jackhammers into your cunt.

“That’s it,” he chuckles, “you were about to cum all over your daddy’s big cock while he was on the phone with your mom, huh? What a slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you hiccup a whine as he rams against your g-spot with every thrust, “daddy’s slutty wife.”

“Goddamn,” he snarls, yanking your body into every powerful flex of his hips, “need to wife you up soon, baby. Keep you naked and ready for my cock 24/7.”

The idea makes your belly burn with arousal, that sharp coil tightening even more.

“Want it, wanna be daddy’s slutty free use wife,” you babble out, eyes rolling back as your cunt’s battered by Leon’s cock, “want to be daddy’s little mommy.”

“Fuck me,” he slaps your ass with a loud crack, his handprint lingering on your skin, “ready for me to dump my load in this sexy little pussy?”

“Want it, want it so bad,” you choke out, “please, pretty please.”

He wraps his hands around your neck, squeezing until you can’t breathe as he rails you into the bed. The mattress has been knocking into the wall so hard you’re sure the neighbors can hear as Leon rearranges your guts.

Yanking your hair is the last straw and your spine bows back as your climax sweeps over your body like a tidal wave. Your toes curl as your pussy gushes and pulses rhythmically around his thick cock.

“Mm yeah, milk me,” he groans, “I’m so close to filling you up.”

You cry out as he shoves your face down into the mattress while he uses your pussy for his own pleasure. He pounds into your cunt until you’re crying from overstimulation. With a low growl, he snaps his hips forward one final time. You moan as he stuffs your pussy with rope after rope of his hot sticky cum.

He grinds down against your ass as he spurts his thick jizz against your fluttering walls, pussy still milking him softly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “gonna pull out and play with your stuffed pussy til you’re cumming again,” his voice darkens, “then we’ll take a shower so daddy can eat that cute little ass. Okay?”

You whimper but tiredly nuzzle into the bed, “Okay.”

He softly pets your hair, “Such a sweet girl.”

As you relax into his soft petting, you think to yourself you’ll probably pass out before making it to the shower, but that’s a worry for later.

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ashen-char · 9 months ago

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back and forth

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ship: max fox (better things) x gender neutral reader, though fem reader or paisley pov implied

warnings: mentions of a minor/adult relationship that was present in the show. fuck arturo!

summary: all max's boyfriends ever do is make her miserable and doubt herself. but you think your best friend is amazing.

word count: 1100+

notes: have some yearning :) inspiration/request is here

Max's boyfriend is an asshole. You've hated all of them, yeah, but this one pisses you off more than even the others did. Well, maybe except for Arturo. That 36 year old creep was the worst. You watched as Max was mesmerised by the man's supposed maturity and the thrill of dating someone so much older but she still 'clicked with'. Every time you saw them together, it infuriated you. You hated hearing Max go on about how he made her feel special when, in reality, he was just manipulating her. He wasn’t interested in who Max truly was. Not like you are.

From your spot on her bed, you watch as she paces back and forth, phone clutched tight in her hand.

Max had invited you over as she got ready for her date, pouring her heart into her makeup's little details, making you pick between her outfit options again and again. She looked beautiful in everything. Obviously. But now, an hour later than when he said he'd show up, he's looking like a no-show.

"Alright, come here," you say, holding your arms out. Max looks way too anxious and he doesn't deserve that. Not a bit of it.

"Wait, let me just-" Max taps out another text - a "where r u? lol" - her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

You see her hand start to shake, her knuckles whitening. He's left her on read again. The look of frustration and hurt that etches across her pretty face makes your heart ache. You've seen this scenario play out with every boyfriend she's had, but this one infuriates you most. He never seems to appreciate her, always making her feel small and ignored. It's chipped away at the self-esteem and growth that you've watched Max painstakingly earn.

Max finally sits down beside you with a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “I don’t get it,” she murmurs, eyes fixed on her phone screen. “Why can’t he just reply? Even an excuse would be something. It’s not like I’m asking for much.”

It's like when her dad couldn't be bothered showing up for her graduation. Max was shattered. You hate seeing her ask for less and less when you know she deserves everything. And you resent the men who can't even be bothered giving her the bare minimum. That they don't even know what they have.

Your hand reaches out to grasp hers, stilling its shaking. She's warm. Soft. The touch sends a shiver down your spine. You're half hopeful that she realises you've always been here and half shit-scared that she'll finally figure out how much you care. So you avoid her eyes. You hate seeing her like this.

"I'll break his fingers next time. Give him a real reason not to text back," you say, hoping the bitterness sounds more like a joke.

She laughs. You'd do anything for that laugh.

But then she looks at you, eyes filled with unshed tears, and it breaks your heart. "Maybe I'm just too much," Max whispers. Her honest fear, not just in this relationship but in life. "Too needy, too intense. Maybe he's right to ignore me. I mean, that'd explain the others too."

But you don't let her joke this away. Your hand squeezes hers, a silent showcase that you're here. That you've never ran. That she's not too much, not for you, not for everyone else that loves her. "No." She doesn't know how awesome she is because of shitty guys like Arturo, or Harvey, or her fucking dickhead of a father. "You're fucking amazing, Max. You're passionate. You care so deeply. Everyone who is loved by you is so lucky."

Max squeezes your hand, offering a small, grateful smile. “Thanks,” she says softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

For a blissful moment, you pretend those words mean more than they do. Pretend that she'll finally see you as more than a friend, that she finally gets it. You’ve always been there for her, a constant in the chaos of her relationships and self-doubt. When the moment passes, you swallow that bitter pill that Max doesn’t know how deeply you care. You hate every one of her boyfriends, not just because they’re not good enough for her, but because none of them see her the way you do. They don’t see her strength, her vulnerability, or the way her eyes light up when she talks about something she loves.

You take a deep breath, deciding to take a risk. “Max, you deserve better." Sincerity, for once, rather than a joke so you could more easily brush it off as platonic. "Like, you're incredible." You gulp. These next words, you'd normally hold them back but she needs to hear them. You can see her vulnerability in those big brown eyes of hers. "I hate seeing how he makes you doubt that."

Max looks at you, an unsure, fragile expression crossing her face. Like she's apprehensive to believe it. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so,” you reply, your voice steady. “And one day, you’ll see it too.”

In that moment, Max’s phone buzzes, and her eyes dart to it as a reflex. You see the flash of disappointment as she realises it’s not him. But then she looks back at you, smiles, and throws her phone on the bedside table.

"Yeah, fuck him. I don't need him to have fun." Max's arms go to wrap around you, head nuzzling into your chest. "Thank you."

Her fingers tangle in your hair, playing with the soft strands of it. She's in your arms just like you've always been desperate for her to be. It aches. But it's the best you've ever felt. A niggling worry tells you that she'd hate you for wanting more. For thinking about kissing her right now.

"You're welcome, Maxie," you say. Because this is enough. Being her friend could be enough no matter how desperately, how passionately you burn for her.

Already dressed up, Max drags you along on a day out.

Every smile makes your heart skip. You love how you could always cheer her up, love how much Max brightens up every room she's in. You two walk hand in hand to a nearby park, one of Max’s favourite spots. The sun is shining, and the air is fresh, and you hope it's the perfect pick-me-up to help her. Strolling along the winding paths, the best thing about loving your best friend is that you can talk about anything and everything. You make her laugh with your terrible impressions of people you both know. The sound of her laughter is like music to your ears. You try not to think about how none of those men could treat her like you would.

Maybe, just maybe, she’ll start to understand how much she means to you. And until then, you’ll keep being there for her, hoping that one day she’ll realise you’ve been the one all along. You know you'd never say a word though.

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mockerycrow · 2 years ago

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okkk since my last ask went so Amazingly well (I have read it at least 7 to 20 times)

could you do reader with like almost constantly cold hands? like not extremely cold hands, but enough that it's noticeable? I'm just imagining reader (you could use the Cinder callsign again or whatever you feel works best) maybe patching up a wound and whoever (x gaz again??? again, whoever you feel like is best) is surprised by the sudden coldness

anyway no pressure to answer this, I can't wait for whatever you write next <33333 (also this is totally me projecting my cold hands if this feels super random)

Sweater Weather (Gaz x GN!Reader)

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So now, let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

A/N: YET ANOTHER BANGER PROMPT FROM YOU!!! AND ITS FOR GAZ I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! I hope you get my song reference hehe. i’m also happy you enjoyed the last fic you requested <3 feel free to send in more requests! This is also lowkey a part 2 to your previous request, but it could be a standalone. Cinder is your callsign.

[WARNINGS: minor descriptions of minor injuries, medical inaccuracies, humor, fluff!]

By this point in time, you and Gaz were two peas in a pod. You were the latest person to join the task force, the last for now, but surely not the least. Everyone had their own set of gear and clothing, their own ways of getting into the right headspaces for missions, and everyone had their own things that they had with them at all times. Price always had his cigars, Ghost always had his mask, Soap always had his sketchbook, and Gaz always had a baseball cap with him. You? You always had gloves on. Not on your person, but always on your hands. The only times the team likely saw you without them is when you were exiting the bathroom, but then again, you were slipping them back on after you had washed your hands.

It perplexed Gaz. He understood everyone else’s reasons and items—Price is admittedly addicted to cigars, Ghost is just.. Ghost, Soap’s sketchbook helps him calm down and document things, his own hat was a comfort for him in the field.. But your gloves made no sense. To be fair, he didn’t notice right away. Many people wear gloves in the field to protect their hands, even on the hottest days, they’ll wear gloves and sweat in them until their fingertips prune from the moisture. You? You always, always wore them inside. On base. In your room… While eating— The point is, you always wore them. No matter the situation. It has him—and likely the others-wondering why exactly you do this. The few times they’ve seen your hands without gloves, none of them were close enough to see if you were, for some reason, hiding scars, perhaps hand tattoos, just something that would make sense.

Gaz ended up sporting himself a nasty split lip after an enemy managed to bash his head into a door frame, a wound that definitely needed stitches. It was the lower lip, off-center to the right with blood dribbling down his chin. Everyone was split up on the mission— You and Gaz were paired together, while Soap and Price were also paired. Ghost was operating alone for some stealth work. He’s sitting down on an old wooden chair in a house you two have held up in for the night. You open your duffel bag by the south wall, which is front of Gaz. You rummage around for the medical kit you began to bring everywhere after you fell through the floor a few months ago. “I don’t think we have too much further to go.” Gaz commented, glancing at the boarded up window to his left. There was a small sliver between the boards, allowing him to see that the sun is setting.

“Stop talking, you’ll agitate your lip.” You scold softly, grabbing the handle of the medical kit and you pull it out of the stuffed duffel bag. You glance over at him to see him quietly—yet playfully—mocking you under his breath. Sometimes you’re convinced he spends too much time with Soap, but then you always remember in the back of your mind, he’s more-so playful around you than anyone else. You walk over and place it on the table next to Gaz, opening the latches and pushing the top open. You look into the box and blink rapidly when you don’t see any disposable gloves. You then pick up packages of gauze, the small plastic container holding the medical thread, you practically rearrange everything and yet, it seems they were not packed. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath. You let out a sigh as Gaz asks you, “Cinder? What’s wrong?”

You tear the velcro off of the wrist part of your glove and slip it off, repeating the process with your other glove. “Whoever packaged this medical kit didn’t add disposable gloves, and my gloves are dirty as hell.” You mumble, even slightly pouting about it. Gaz raises an eyebrow at your attitude, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. You grab a bottle of antiseptic and you put your finger up as without looking at him, you already know he’s about to say something snarky. “Open your mouth again and I’ll use this tourniquet on your damn neck.”

Gaz bursts out laughing, causing you to roll your eyes and smile yourself. You pop open and cap and pour the antiseptic onto your hands, the extra liquid splattering against the floor and onto your boots. You set the bottle down and grab a needle and take out some thread. Despite the calm mood between you two, Gaz is still on high alert. You can tell by his posture, the way his eyes flicker towards the boarded up windows, the barricaded door.. On one hand, you wish you could reassure him but you’re also still on high alert, especially after witnessing Gaz get his face bashed. You quietly thread the string through the needles hole, turning to Gaz completely. You grab his jaw to turn his head and this man physically flinches, muttering, “Bloody hell, your hands are cold.”

You laugh as you position his head for the best angle that you need, bringing the needle close to his lips. “Why do you think I’m wearing gloves all the time, Gaz?” Your eyebrows furrow inward slightly as you begin to concentrate, hoping to distract him from the pain of the needle piercing his skin. “Even in the hotter areas our missions were in, my hands would be sweating, yet they were cold.”

Gaz blinks in surprise, completely forgetting about the needle that is about to enter his skin. That’s why you wore gloves all the time? It wasn’t because of a big secret you were hiding? No scars? No tattoos?

You were cold?

Gaz stares at your scrunched face he begins to feel a bit stupid, as he never considered that as a possibility.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years ago

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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of.

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance.

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate.

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

——————

It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin.

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line.

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.” “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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luckych4rm · 1 month ago

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DISCLAIMER

● None of the characters that will appear in the story belong to me.

● All the characters are already young adults (+20)

●Take this as an alternative timeline

I have always wanted to write fanfics so here goes nothing xoxo

(Luka/Viperion x Marinette/Ladybug SMUT!) 《《《《《《《《MINORS DO NOT READ》》》》》》》》》》

🐍FANTASY🐍

Luka Couffaine, also known as the super hero Viperion, was patrolling the rooftops of Paris when he saw her. Marinette was sitting at her terrace her eyes fixed on her phone. He perched on the ledge beside her, watching as she bit her lip, lost in thought.,

“Hello beutiful” he said softly, as not to disturb her. Marinette jumped, phone tumbling from her hands

“Oh, sorry,” said Luka, catching the phone, just before it hit the ground. He handed it back to her, noticing the blush staining her cheeks.

“Hi baby dont worry about it i just didnt hear you , why are you viperion?” she said, still a bit startled.

“Just on patrol,” he replied with a smile. “Making sure our city stays safe.”, Marinette nodded, looking back out over Paris. The city glittered beneath them, the lights of the Eiffel Tower standing out. Luka took the opportunity to study her profile, admiring her graceful features.

“Thinking about anything in particular?” he asked, leaning back against the railing. Marinette shrugged, still distractedly looking at her phone., “Just going over the last akuma attack,” she said. “Trying to figure out what I could have done differently.”

Luka didn't answer right away, studying her face. Even after all this time, she still managed to blame herself for every akuma. "It wasn't your fault," he said firmly. "You did everything you could."

"I could have done more," Marinette mumbled, shaking her head. She put her phone away and pulled her knees to her chest, looking out at the skyline.

"You're always so hard on yourself," said Luka, sitting down next to her. He mirrored her position, long legs stretched out in front of him. "You can't control everything that happens."

"But I'm the Guardian," Marinette said fiercely. "It's my job to protect this city. To protect everyone, to protect you "

Luka smiled gently. It was one of the many things he loved about her, the way she always put everyone else first. "I can take care of myself," he said. "And you're not alone. You've got the rest of the team to help you."

Marinette leaned her head against his shoulder, and Luka resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her. "I know," she said. "I just... I can't help but blame myself, you know? If I was a better Ladybug... Hawkmoth would be defeated by now"

Luka felt a surge of anger as she spoke. How could she not see how incredible she was? "Don't ever say that," he said firmly. "You're the best Ladybug this city could ever hope for."

Marinette was silent for moment, her face still buried in his jacket. "Sometimes I just wish i could have a normal life," she said softly. "No Hawkmoth, no responsibilities as Ladybug... just a normal life with you."

Luka felt his heart skip a beat. He longed for a normal life with her, too. Maybe one day, once they defeated Hawkmoth...

"We’ll get there," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "I promise."

She relaxed against him, and they sat there together in silence, watching the city below. The wind picked up, sending a chill through the air. Luka instinctively pulled Marinette closer to him, and he could feel her trembling slightly.

"Cold?" he asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded against his shoulder, and he pulled her even closer. He could feel her every breath, the heat of her body seeping into him.

"Come on lets go inside " Luka said

Luka stood up, offering a hand to Marinette, who took it gratefully. He led her inside the apartment, shutting the terrace door behind him.

Inside, the apartment was warm and cozy. Marinette's room was decorated with a mix of her own creations and the gifts from Luka. She sat down on her bed, still huddled up against the cold.

"Hold on," said Luka, moving to her closet. He rummaged around for a moment before emerging with a fluffy blanket. He went back to the bed, taking a seat next to her.

Marinette smiled up at him. "Thanks," she said, taking the blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Luka settled back against the headboard, pulling her towards him. She leaned against his side, resting her head on his chest. They sat there in comfortable silence, Luka's fingers tracing circles on her arm.

"I dont know why i havent detransform saass.." luka said but marinette interrups him

"wait," she said quickly, reaching up to touch his shoulder. He was still transformed as Viperion, his suit blending with the shadows. "I..."

Luka looked down at her, confused. "What is it?" he asked, his pulse quickening. Marinette looked up at him with wide, dark eyes. She bit her lip, looking as though she was debating something important.

Marinette lifted her head, a determined look in her eyes. "remember the other day when you asked if i had any fantasy?"

Luka remembered. It had been a spur of the moment question. They were laying in bed, cuddled up together after another akuma battle. He'd been tracing patterns on her bare skin, and the question had just slipped out.

"yes," he said, his breath quickening in anticipation. She had been caught off guard by the question, and they'd quickly changed the subject. Luka had tried to put it out of his mind, but he had wondered about it for days.

"well i thought about it," she said, biting her lip. "A-and I do have one."

"Oh really, and what is it?" Luka said, his voice husky.

"Viperion" she says while biting her lip

It took him a moment to process what she said. "V-Viperion?" he said, his voice shaking slightly. His thoughts were racing in a way they hadn't in a long time.

"Yeah. You," Marinette said. "As Viperion."

Luka felt his cheeks heat up at her words. "You have fantasies about me as Viperion?" he asked, his heart rate picking up even more.

"Yes, “Is that weird?” Marinette asked while putting herself oh lukas lap

“No,” he answered, his hands roaming up and down her sides. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. To learn that she thought about him like that, as his hero alter ego…it was a feeling like nothing he’d ever experienced before. "its really hot"

A flush spread across her cheeks, and she began to fiddle with the fastenings on his suit. "Do you.. want to act it out?"

"Yes," he heard himself saying before he even registered the words himself. He couldn't think straight, all thoughts focused on her "God yes ... what do you want me to do?."

Her hands moved from his chest to grip the back of his head.

She leaned forward, her lips a breath away from his . "okay so lets pretend i dont know your real identity, and that you just saved me after an akuma attack.... oh and dont take your mask off"she says looking him with desire

"Got it," he said, his pulse already racing. The way her eyes darkened when she told him not to take his mask off... It did things to him. he stands up and carries her bridal style, and then he goes outside to the terrace so he can start the role play.

He gently placed her down . "Are you alright?" he asked, making his voice deep and gravelly just like he did as Viperion.

Marinette felt a shudder run down her spine. "Yes.... thanks for bringing me home safe," she gasped softly. She was now face to face with him, the space between them almost too much to bear.

He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. "It's no problem," he replied, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Just part of the job."

"Being this close to me right now is also part of the job?" She asks

"yeah It's necessary for security reasons," he answered, his voice dripping with feigned solemnity. He was acting the part of the dutiful superhero to perfection.

"oh, really," she said, playing along. "And what kind of "security reasons" ?"

Viperion leaned in closer, the height difference meaning he towered over her, forcing her to tilt her chin up to look at him. She could feel the heat coming off his body, could almost taste his breath on her lips. "We don't know if there are any other threats nearby," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

"well I wouldn't want to be in danger," she said, her eyes not leaving his. "I guess 'll have to keep you close then."

"For your safety." He closed the distance between them, pinning her against the terrace railing. She gasped softly at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the hard lines of his muscles and the heat that radiated from him.

"Yeah, just for my safety." She could feel her cheeks burning, her body responding to his nearness in a way she'd never experienced before.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm on her neck. "Of course," he said, his voice low and rough. His hands tightened on her waist, as he slowly lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "You're far too pretty to leave alone."

A shiver went down her spine, his words sending a wave of heat through her. She wanted to lean in to him, to close that final gap between their lips and give in to her desires. But she knew she had to keep playing the game, to act the part of the helpless civilian in his arms.

"Is that so," she said, feigning innocence.

"Yes. We have to keep you safe at all costs," he said, his hands roaming over her back. He was holding her tightly against him, as though he was afraid she would disappear. "And that means I have to stay as close to you as possible."

“I suppose that makes sense,” she said, her breath hitching as his lips grazed her neck. His touch was setting her on fire, making it hard to think straight. She had to cling to her role, even though all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and never let go.

"It's one of the most important rules of hero work," he said, his breath hot against her skin. His hands slid down from her back to grip her thighs, lifting her up with ease. She let out a gasp of surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist to steady herself.

"And I always follow the rules," he murmured, his mouth moving down to the sensitive skin of her collarbone. She bit back a moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The muscles of his back were corded and taut, and she could feel the strength in his arms as they supported her weight. "is it okay if i enter? we will be safer there" he asks

Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and gently deposited her on the bed. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. He stood over her, taking in the sight before him. She was so beautiful, vulnerable and wanting and all his.

"Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. She was practically trembling with desire, her body aflame with need. He walked back inside to her bedroom, still carrying her in his arms.

He knelt down on the bed, towering over her. "I need to make sure you're not hurt," he said, his voice taking on a deeper timbre. His hands moved over her body, gently caressing her arms and legs. Every touch sent shocks of pleasure through her, but she held herself still, letting him play his part. "I have to do a thorough search."

"O-okay," she managed to say, her voice shaking. She was hyper-aware of his every touch, every movement. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, taking in every detail of her body, and it was driving her wild. She wanted to touch him so badly, to pull him down on top of her and lose herself in the sensations that only he could bring.

His hands moved higher, gently pushing aside the fabric of her shirt to expose more of her skin. She bit her lip, her pulse racing. His touch was so gentle, so reverent, it was hard to believe he was still playing a part.

"No injuries here," he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her waist and hips. He leaned down, his mouth moving to her neck. His lips left a trail of kisses down her tender flesh, and she arched into his touch, unable to hold back a soft gasp.

"I have to search more thoroughly to make sure," he said, his voice taking on an edge of urgency. His hands slid under her shirt, his fingers dancing along the waistband of her pants. Her breath hitched as he teased the soft skin exposed there, his touch like electric sparks against her skin.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, unable to form more coherent thoughts. She wanted more of his touch, needed it like she needed air to breathe. She was rapidly losing any ability to think straight, her entire being consumed by the sensations he was unleashing within her.

His hands continued their slow, deliberate path down her body, caressing every inch of her. He could feel her trembling, could see the flicker of desire in her eyes, and it took everything in him to keep up the act. He wanted to lose himself in her, to claim her as his own. But he had a part to play, and he was nothing if not a dedicated actor.

"mmm you have a cut here" he says as he touches her neck

"let me clean it up" and he gets closer to lick and kiss her neck

She felt a shiver go down her spine as his tongue flicked across her skin, the sensation making her limbs go weak. She was practically squirming now, her need for him growing stronger with every passing second. "Yes....please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

He continued to kiss and lick the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands roaming over her body as he cleaned her imagined wound. There was a desperate edge to his movements now, as though he was struggling to keep control. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.

She moaned softly at the feeling of his teeth against her ear, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. It was all she could do to stay still, to keep playing her role as the damsel in distress. But she could feel her resolve crumbling, her body begging for more of his touch.

He moved further down her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her collarbone. He could feel her pulse fluttering under his lips, a frantic rhythm that matched his own. He wanted to break the act, to give in to his own desires and claim her as his own. But he fought to keep his cool, his hands moving lower.

She was falling apart under his touch, her body responding to him in ways she'd never experienced before. She'd had fantasies about him as Viperion, but they paled in comparison to the reality of him in that moment. He was everywhere, his hands and mouth leaving behind trails of fire wherever they went. She arched her back, pressing her body against him as she sought more of his touch.

"Vi- viperion" marinette says breathless

"Yes," he murmured, his lips against her skin. He could feel her body responding to him, could hear the growing desperation in her voice. He pulled back, looking down at her as she lay there, flushed and breathless, her eyes dark with desire.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. He was getting dangerously close to losing his composure, his body aching with the need to claim her as his own.

She looked up at him, her heart racing. For a moment, she couldn't speak. Then, summoning her courage, she spoke. "There is one thing..." she said, her voice low and husky. He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to continue.

"I...I need you to check somewhere else," she said, her cheeks flushing red. He smirked, sensing where this was going. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. "And where exactly would that be?" he asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

She bit her lip, her body already responding to his proximity *she takes off her shirt and her bra really smoothly * "here" she says He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her body arched up towards his. It was all the invitation he needed.

He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips. He was having a hard time not just devouring her on the spot, but he held himself back, taking a moment to take in the sight before him.

he starts to touch her bare skin "where does it hurt?" he asks

"here" she says while placing his hands on her bare breasts

He groaned, the softness of her skin under his hands like a shock to his system. He slowly caressed the smooth curves of her chest, savoring the feel of her body under his touch. "Hmm, I think I see the problem," he said, trying to keep himself together.

"You do?" she gasped, her voice breathless with need" She was barely able to form coherent words, her body responding to his touch with a visceral intensity that left her trembling.

"Mmm yes," he said as his hands continued to explore her body. "I think I'll need to apply some special treatment here." His fingers gently traced the sensitive skin of her breast, his touch making her arch into him as he continued to work his magic.

she moans and says " yes please"

He chuckled softly, loving the way she responded to his every touch. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. He took his time, slowly building the tension between them as his lips moved down her body, tracing a path to her chest.

She writhed beneath him, her body on fire with need. His touch was driving her crazy, making her feel things she'd never known before. She gasped softly as he gently took one of her nipples into his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic. "oh god," she whispered, her hands gripping the bed sheets. It was all she could do to hold on, to keep herself from completely falling apart. He teased and tormented her, bringing her to the edge and then backing off, his touch both gentle and demanding as he continued to explore her body.

"I think I need to check you again," he said, his body pressed against her from above. He moved down, his mouth trailing kisses over her stomach. "Just to be certain I didn't miss anything...."

"Yes.. you can do whatever you want," she gasped, her body yearning for him. She could feel the need growing in her, the desperate ache that only he could ease. He nipped and licked at her skin, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her with each touch. "Oh," she breathed, her back arching as he continued his downward descent.

he reaches the waist of her pants and says "can i?"

She nods, her eyes half-lidded with desire. He tugs down her pants with a practiced motion, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed to him. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her before him. His eyes darkened with hunger, and he let out a ragged breath.

She trembled under his gaze, her body quivering with anticipation. She could see the desire in his eyes, could feel the raw intensity that radiated off of him. He knelt between her legs, his hands gently resting on her thighs.

He leaned down, his breath warm on her skin. "I want to taste you," he rumbled, his voice deep and rough. She gasped at his words, the hunger in his voice sending a wave of heat pulsing through her. He pressed a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, his tongue flickering out to tease the sensitive skin.

"You can do whatever you want with me viperion" marinette says

He lifted his head, looking up at her with a fierce possessive look in his eyes. "Anything, hm?" he said, his voice like gravel. He slowly ran his hands up her thighs, the callouses on his palms causing her skin to erupt in gooseflesh.

"Anything," she repeated, her voice a breathless whisper. She was lost in him, completely surrendered to the sensations he was invoking in her. He moved up, settling his body over hers, his body a heavy weight pressing her into the mattress.

He kissed her fiercely, his lips claiming hers with a primal lust. It was all she could do to kiss him back, her mind spinning with desire. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against her.

He moved against her, his body shifting and pressing into hers, his hips grinding against hers. She could feel the hardness of his arousal "fuck", the way his body was responding to her need. It was maddening, deliciously torturous, and she wanted more.

She arched into him, her body meeting his with a desperate need. She clawed at his back, digging her nails into his flesh, needing to feel him closer. "Please, viperion" she gasped, her voice rough with desire. "Please, I need you."

He groaned, low and guttural, his control crumbling further with each word she spoke. He wanted her, needed her, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. "Say my name," he growled, his lips moving to her neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. "Say it."

"Viperion," she gasped, the sound of his name on her lips like a prayer. The sound seemed to break something within him, his control snapping like a thread. He kissed her forcefully, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency.

He pinned her to the bed, his body covering hers, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of her skin. She could hardly breathe, her head spinning with pleasure, her body on fire with need. "what do you want me to do?," he whispered, his voice rough and hungry. "huh?."

"i want you to fuck me." Her hands clutched at his body, her nails leaving red trails in their wake as she pulled him closer.

He growled, the sound primal and feral. He nipped her neck, his teeth leaving tiny indents in her skin. "Is that so?" he said, his voice gruff. "You're sure about that? you dont even know who i am" still playing his part

"yes," she said, her voice breathless but firm. "I don't care who you are. I want you. Right now. Please," she pleaded, her body writhing under his. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the aching need that mirrored his own.

"As you wish, but please let me know your name" he said, his voice low and dangerous. He quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving hers. He was a man coming undone, his desire for her consuming every thought.

"Marinette," she breathed, her voice filled with need. She watched him take his suit off, her eyes trailing over his muscles, his skin, the sharp curves of his body. He was beautiful, and she ached to have him, to be consumed by him in every way.

"Marinette," he repeated, his voice filled with desire. He moved back over her, his body covering hers, his hands roaming over her skin, marking her as his. "I won't be gentle," he warned, his lips moving to her ear. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, her body arching up to meet his. "I don't want gentle," she whispered. She was lost in him, completely consumed by her needs

He let out a guttural moan, his control slipping further. "Good," he growled, his hands moving down her body. He kissed her again, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue delving into the heat of her mouth. He moved against her, his body pressing into hers with a desperate need.

She gasped, her body arching to meet his, her hands grasping at his shoulders. She was completely consumed by him, her mind spinning with pleasure as his mouth left a trail of fire down her neck. She could feel his body trembling with need, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

and the he thrusts her without notice she lets out a moan at the sudden sensation, her body arching up to meet his. "oh god," she gasped, her hands grasping at his body, pulling him closer. He let out a low growl, his hips moving against hers with a slow, steady rhythm. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

her head nods, her mind barely able to form words "yes yes yes," she gasped. He feels so good, so right, and she never wants him to stop. He moves faster, harder, his body claiming hers with an intensity that takes her breath away.

"You are so wet" he smiles

She blushes, the words sending a new wave of heat through her body. "you made me this wet," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

He lets out a low growl, his body shudders at her words. "say that again," he demands, his hands gripping the sides of her thighs.

"you made me this wet," she repeats, her voice soft but unwavering. She can feel the effect her words have on him, the way his muscles tense and grow taut under her touch. He groans, biting down on his lip as he looks down at her. It's maddening, the way her words drive him crazy, the way she has him completely wrapped around her finger.

"fuck youre so sexy," he growls, his body moving with a renewed intensity. She moans, the sound escaping her lips without her even realizing it. She feels like she's losing herself in him, like she's drowning in a sea of desire that has no end. And she loves every second of it.

he moves faster and deeper. her hands are everywhere, touching his back, his arms, his chest. she's completely lost to the pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations

his mouth finds her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. he wants to leave his mark, to claim her as his own. he wants to claim her in every way, to make her his forever "Turn around " he says

Her eyes widen, a flicker of excitement passing through them. She moves to obey his command, rolling onto her stomach, her body trembling with anticipation.

He runs his hands over her back, her skin soft and supple under his touch. He leans down, his breath warm on her ear. "Good girl," he whispers, the words sending a shiver down her spine. He gently pushes her hair out of the way, his lips tracing a path down her neck.

Her body is on fire, her skin feels like it's crackling with electricity. She can feel the desire growing in her, coiling in her stomach with each of his touches. "Please," she whispers, her voice desperate and low. She needs him, needs him so badly it hurts.

"please what?" he murmurs, his lips moving along the curve of her shoulder. "tell me what you want." His hands grip her hips, his body pressing against hers. "Please enter me again" she begs

His breath catches at her words, his body thrumming with need. "As you wish," he growls, the words coming out as a low rumble. He positions himself behind her, his hands guiding her hips up to meet his. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her, the way she takes him in, the tightness and heat of her body. He lets out a low moan, his eyes closing as the pleasure washes over him. "Fuuuck," he gasps, his hands clenching into fists as he holds himself still. He wants to be gentle, to take it slow, but her body is making it impossible. she just feels so damn good, and she's so damn responsive to his touch, every sound and movement driving him further into madness. he starts to move, his hips rocking against hers, his body meeting hers with each thrust. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Is this what you needed?" he leans down, his chest pressing against her back, his hands roving over her skin.

"Yes," she gasps, her body arching to meet his. "Oh yes." She feels like she's on the edge of something incredible, something that's beyond anything she's ever experienced before. Every touch, every kiss, every movement is like fire igniting her senses, bringing her closer and closer to a peak that she can't see but desperately needs to reach. He increases his pace, his body moving with a relentless rhythm. he feels like he's losing control, like he's drowning in sensation. he can barely think straight, his mind overtaken by primal need. he wants to make her feel good, to give her everything she wants. he wants to give her everything

"Wait" she says

He stills instantly at her words, his body tensing above her. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice low and concerned. He tries to push down the desire still thrumming through him, focusing on her instead.

"Yeah, but i wanna ride you" she looks back at him with a smirk

His eyes widen and a low rumble escapes from his chest. "Yeah?" he asks, his hands stilling on her hips. "You want to take control now, huh?"

She nods, biting her lip. "Mhm," she hums, a coy smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "I want to be on top. of you and see how good i can make ypu feel" He swallows, his throat feeling suddenly dry. The thought of her riding him, taking charge, is immensely appealing.

"God yes," he growls, his hands slipping from her hips. He lays down on the bed, looking up at her and waiting for her to make the next move.

She lines her entrance with his cock and takes him in.

He moans loudly at the feeling. "Fuck," he gasps, his hands clenching into fists. She's so hot, so tight, "you're so tight" he repeats, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's losing himself in her, his body responding to her touch without his control. He wants to take hold of her hips, to guide her movements, but he lets her set the pace instead, his hands clenching and unclenching as he struggles to stay still. "That's it," he manages to gasp, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you want."

She starts to move, her body grinding against his, her hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each movement elicits a gasp or moan from him, his body responding to her like it's been conditioned to do so. He watches her, his eyes tracing every contour of her body, his mind filled with a single thought: she's incredible.

As she rides him, she leans down, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. She wants to taste him, to claim him as hers, and he gladly allows it, surrendering to her completely. His hands find her hips again, his grip tight but not punishing. He guides her, helping her find the pace that's just right for both of them.

"Do you like how i bounce on your cock? " she asks teasingly looking down at him

He lets out a moan, his head falling back against the bed. "yes yes yes" he gasps, completely wrecked by her words and her movements. He looks up at her, his eyes dark and wild with desire. "God, you're so good at this"

She smirks, pleased with his reaction. "Mhm, I know" she says, rocking her hips a bit harder. She likes having this effect on him, likes being the one in control. It's intoxicating, to know that she can make him feel this way. She leans down, her mouth finding his again in a searing kiss.

"I want to hear you say it." she whispers, her lips moving down to his neck. "tell me how much you like that im bouncing on your cock" he gasps, his body arching as her lips find his skin. "Fuck," he growls, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good, so damn good. I love it when you bounce on my cock, I love the feeling of you taking me in like this" He means every word, his voice thick with desire. He's completely lost to the pleasure she's giving him, his mind spinning with sensation. She moans against his neck, loving the sound of his voice as he tells her what he wants. She starts moving faster, riding him with a fierce intensity. She loves the way he responds to her, the way he gasps and moans and trembles under her touch. It's addictive, to have this control over him.

He can't get enough of her, her every touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. "God, keep going" he gasps, his words interrupted by moans. "You're so good, so damn good." He's almost losing himself completely, his mind drowning in a sea of sensations. The only thing anchoring him is her, her body moving against his, her breath warm against his skin. He wants to touch her, to touch her everywhere, but he's not sure if can. he's so far gone, so completely consumed by what she's doing to him that he can barely move.

"You are so hot" she says a little breathless

"You're the one who's hot," he growls back at her, his hands tightening on her hips. "You're driving me crazy, god"

She feels a shiver run through her body at his words, the feeling of him being so completely at her mercy thrilling in a way she'd never expected. "You like that, don't you?" she asks, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You like being at my mercy like this, i bet you're wishing you used your second chance to relive this a million times."

He lets out a low moan, his body arching up into her. "Mm yes,I was a fool for not doing it. he gasps, his hands roaming over her body, trying to touch every inch of her skin he can. "I never want this to end. I could stay like this forever, feeling you like this forever"

Her smile widens at his words. She loves the way she's able to make him feel, the way she can reduce him to a mess of sensations and need. "you definitely should have " she whispers, her voice teasing. He moans in agreement, his mind racing at the thought of how much time he wasted. "I will next time" he pants, his hands roaming over her body with a renewed urgency. "I'll make sure we never stop"

Her breath catches in her chest at his words, the promise in them sending a jolt of excitement through her. She speeds up, riding him with a wild abandon, suddenly desperate to feel everything he has to give her. "Fuck Lu-" she stops herself almost losing her act, He catches the slip up, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "What was that?" he teases, his voice low and seductive.

She swallows, flustered that she almost slipped. "nothing" she whispers, her voice breathless and thin. she leans down, her lips finding his in a desperate kiss, trying to distract him from his question.

He grins against her mouth, enjoying the knowledge that she almost said his name. He can tell she's flustered, her body responding to his touch in ways she can't fully hide. He kisses her back with fervor, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency.

She starts to bounce harder on him

His moans grow louder as she bounces harder, the increased pressure and pace driving him wild. He tightens his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. "fuck yes, marinette" he gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's completely lost to the moment, his mind a blur of pleasure.

She moans at the sound of her name, the way it rolls off his tongue. She loves how helpless he is to her touch, how completely at her mercy he is. She rides him harder , needing to hear him gasp and moan and plead for more. "you dont know how. much i wanted this" she breathes, her eyes locking with his. "you look so good on that teal suit" his breath catches at her words, his heart racing. Hearing her say that, hearing the need in her voice, almost pushes him over the edge. But he holds on, pushing down the growing wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. "yeah?" he gasps, the corner of his mouth twisting into a cocky grin. "you like me in my suit, huh?"

"mmm Yes" she moans, her voice husky with need. She loves seeing him like this, his cocky confidence shaken by desire. It's thrilling, to have this affect on him. "i Love it. You look so good"

His heart skips a beat at her words, his cocky smirk faltering for a moment. He feels a jolt of desire run through him at the sound of her voice, the need in her words. "god you're so hot" he growls, his eyes tracing over her body, taking in every inch of her. "what do you like about me in this suit" he moans at her touch, his hands roaming over her back,

"It's so tight that it lets me appreciate your abs, your arms, your legs and your huge bulge".marinette answers

His breath hitches at her words, his mind suddenly invaded by the image she's painting. He imagines her eyes trailing over him, taking in the tight suit clinging to every contour of his body, tracing the outline of his muscles and the obvious bulge in his pants. "Fuuuck" he groans, biting down on his lip. "Do you like staring at me like that?"

"Very much," she whispers, a sly smile playing on her lips. He's so turned on by her words that he can barely think.

"i could stare at you all day" she says, her voice low and suggestive."would you like it if i did that?" she teases, her hands roaming over his chest He can't form words to respond, his mind too far gone. He manages a low moan, a shaky nod.

“mhm I thought so” she says, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. She runs her hands down his arms, feeling the hard muscles of his biceps. “You're so strong.” His breath comes in short gasps, his whole body buzzing with desire at her touch. He loves the feel of her hands on him, exploring every inch of his skin. He feels like he's being worshipped, like she's taking her time to memorize his body. It's overwhelming and incredible all at once."So powerful," she whispers, her hands sliding down his sides. “So strong and yet so helpless under me” He moans at her words, his body arching into hers. She's right, he is helpless. Completely at her mercy. And he loves it. He loves surrendering to her, letting her take him apart piece by piece.

"Im gonna cum" its all he maneges to say

His words send a thrill through her, knowing that she's driving him that wild. She rides him harder, her movements more frantic, wanting to bring him over the edge. "Come for me Viperion" she whispers, her mouth finding his ear

Her words are like a switch, flipping something in his brain. He's so close, teetering on the edge of release. Hearing her give him permission, letting him know that she wants it as much as he does, is enough to push him over. He gasps and moans, his body arching off the bed as he comes undone. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as his body trembles with pleasure. "Marinette," he gasps, his voice hoarse. "God, you're amazing." She slows down, letting him ride out the aftershocks, her fingers tracing soothing lines across his chest.

He's completely spent, his body boneless and trembling. He feels like he's been taken completely apart and put back together again, like he's been turned inside out. It's incredible and overwhelming all at once. He looks up at her, his eyes hazy with afterglow.

He reaches up and pulls her to him, wanting to feel her skin against his. He holds her tight, burying his face in her hair and inhaling the scent of her. "You're incredible," he whispers, his words muffled by her hair. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Oh so you dont have a girlfriend?" She says

He laughs. "Not right now," he says, his voice still a little breathless. "Why, are you jealous?"

"Mmm no i was just curious i always had the impression that you and ladybug where a thing" she says teasing him

He smiles "Wha-no, definitely not Why, did you think we were a thing?""

"I mean, you're always together and she always has those... looks towards you. It just seemed like there was something going on." She responds

He laughs again, a slightly sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, I guess we do spend a lot of time together," he says. "We're just partners, y'know? We work together. Nothing's going on between us, I promise, she is really pretty tough " he teases her back She laughs. "I know she is" she says, swatting his chest playfully. "No need to rub it in"

He grins, catching her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "Jealous, huh?" he asks, kissing each of her knuckles. "Maybe a little" she admits, feeling a flutter in her chest at his touch. "I do wonder how often you've seen her with her suit off"

He lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a laugh and a moan. "That's not a fair question," he says, his lips still against her knuckles. She smirks. "Oh, so you do.. have seen her with her suit off, huh?" she teases, a mischievous look in her eyes. He laughs again, a look of fond exasperation on his face. "Okay listen," he says, sitting up and taking both her hands in his. "We've been through a lot together, Ladybug and I. And yes, there have been one or two occasions where... well..." He trails off, his cheeks darkening slightly Her eyes widen slightly, her heart skipping a beat. "One or two occasions where what...?" she asks, her voice dropping to a whisper.

His cheeks darken even more at her question, his eyes darting to the side. "Well," he says, his voice hesitant. "There have been one or two occasions where things just... got heated, you know? It's not like we're together or anything, but there have been a few times where we just... let things get out of hand." "oh really? and was she good?" she asked while getting off him and laying down by his side on the bed, He lets out a small groan, feeling the loss of her weight on him. "Yes," he says, his voice low. "She was... incredible." He looks over at her.

"Mmmm I wonder if she does the same with Chat Noir" she says while smiling knowing the comment will make him jelous He groans again, "She better not be doing anything with that masked cat she is too much of a woman for him" he says and grins She laughs, knowing the comment is doing exactly what she wanted. She moves closer to him, pressing her body against his. "But he's cute, isn't he?" she asks, teasing.

"Yeah, yeah, the dumbass is handsome, I'll admit that," he grumbles, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "But he's also a giant pain in the ass sometimes" She laughs again, enjoying the way he's holding her. "I think you're just jealous," she teases, resting her head on his chest.

"Mmm no I'm not the jealous type" his says with a smirk on his face while leaning on his hand

She places a hand on his chest, her fingers trailing down his torso, teasingly. "oh really?" she asks He swallows, his eyes following the movement of her hand down his chest. He can tell she's trying to provoke a reaction from him, and he can feel his body responding to her touch. "yeah," he says, attempting to keep his voice steady. "to prove that, now you tell me is there somebody on your life?" he says playfully

She laughs, loving how easy it is to get a rise out of him. "I do have someone I like, yes," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper .He raises an eyebrow, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest. "Oh really? And who might that be?" he asks. "His name is Luka," she says, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. She looks up at him, a small smile on her lips. "He's handsome and confident, and he makes me feel things I've never felt before." His heart raises at the mention of his own name, . "Luka, huh?" he says, trying to keep his voice casual. "And he makes you feel things you've never felt before, you say?" "Yeah," she says, her eyes drifting back down to his chest. "He's just... different. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me.." She trails off, her voice low and suggestive.

He swallows, the images her words are conjuring in his head almost too much to handle. "so is he kinda like your boyfriend?" he says, his voice a little hoarse. "Yes he is my boyfriend" she says, her fingers tracing a line down to his stomach, teasing him. "But he is not the jelous kind either." she says, a hint of a smirk on her lips. He fights back a noise as her fingers trail over his stomach. "so He doesn't mind you spending the night with other guys?" viperion says

"its not like i go around fucking every guy i see you know" she says, leaning closer to him, her breath warm against his skin. He shivers, the feeling of her breath on his skin sending a jolt through his body "then why are you in a bed with me?" she looks up at him with a smirk "well, you just happen to be my only exception" she says, and leans closer to him, her lips almost touching his.

He swallows, his heart racing as her lips hover just millimeters from his. He wants to close the distance between them, to take her in his arms and kiss her breathless, but he's also still trying to hold onto his composure. "your only exception, huh?" he says, his voice low and rough. "and what makes me so special?"

"because ever since i saw your picture on the news I've been fantasizing about you " she whispers against his lips. Her hand trailing down to his waist before pulling his hips closer to her.His breath hitches at her words, a wave of desire crashing over him as her hand pulls him closer. He can feel the heat radiating off her body, the heat of her skin through her suit. "you've been... fantasizing about me?" he asks, his voice low and breathless.

"Oh hell yes, all the time, multiple times a day." she says without embarrassment, her nose touching his.He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her even closer. "And what exactly have you been fantasizing about me doing to you?" he whispers, his mouth hovering just above hers. "well we already did some" she says, running a hand through his hair. "but there is one really frecuent on my dreams"

He shivers at her touch, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yeah?" he says, his voice huskier than usual. "What might that be?" "hmmm you want to know?" she says, a smirk playing on her lips as her hand slowly moves from his hair to his neck. "God, yes, I want to know" he whispers, his pulse racing under her touch. "Please, tell me." "Mmm i always dream about you eating me out" she teases him, her fingers tracing his collarbone "you look like you are really good at it" He groans, her words sending a jolt of desire straight to his groin. "Fuck," he gasps, his hands tightening on her hips. "you like that idea, huh?" she ask, leaning closer to him until their lips are almost touching again, her voice still low and sultry "like the idea of your mouth on me?"

"Yes," he gasps, his body aching with want. "God yes, I want that so bad. I want to taste you, feel you, make you scream." She lets out a moan, her legs instinctively straddling his waist as his words wash over her. "mmm you are very good with your words" she says "I'm even better with my tongue," he growls, his hands moving to her thighs, gripping the soft flesh possessively. Her breath hitches at his words, her body arching towards him instinctively. "I bet you are" she says, her eyes locked on his.

He smiles, his eyes dark with desire. "Wanna find out?" he asks, his lips mere millimeters from hers, his hands caressing her thighs, trailing up to the curve of her hips. "Or should I keep teasing you?" She lets out a small whine, her hips instinctively moving against his hands at the touch. "mmm, as much as I love the teasing..." she says, her voice breathless, "I would really like to find out"

He grins, his hands gripping her thighs more firmly. "As you wish," he says as he moves himself down on her naked body She moans, her body arching towards him as he moves down her body, her hands tangling in his hair. She feels his lips on her stomach, his breath warm on her skin, and she can't help but gasp and shiver in anticipation.

He reaches the apex of her thighs and smirks, looking up into her face. "Is this what you've been dreaming about, princess?" he asks, his voice low and roughened with desire "mmm yes," she gasps, her legs shaking as she feels his breath on her most sensitive skin. "so many times, in so many ways.." she manages to say through her moans He chuckles, loving the effect he has on her. "Well then," he says, his hands gripping her hips, "I think it's time to make some dreams come true" She moans again and bites her lip while she looks down at him He holds her gaze as he lowers his head, his tongue tasting her for the first time. He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of her on his tongue, the way she writhe beneath him, the soft sounds of her gasps and moans. He finds her sweet spot and starts circling it with his tongue, teasing with slow, steady motions. She moans louder, arching towards him, her hands gripping his hair tightly as pleasure shoots through her body. "oh god, oh god, yes, just like that," she gasps, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her body is trembling, her heart is racing, and she can barely form the words to tell him how good it feels.

He smiles against her, his tongue moving faster, harder, more insistent, wanting to drive her over the edge with pleasure. He can feel her body responding to his touch, her gasps and moans becoming more and more frantic. He loves the way she responds to him, the way her body moves under his mouth. He could do this all night, listening to her breathless gasps, feeling her body quiver under him. But he also wants to see her completely come apart "Mmm you taste so good" he says looking up at her

She moans loudly, her whole body arching towards him. "Y-you're so good at this," she gasps out, her fingers tangling in his hair again. The sound of her panting, the feel of her body squirming beneath him, the taste of her on his tongue, all of it makes him feel like he's in a fever dream. "And we're just getting started," he says before going back to his task, his tongue moving more insistently now, trying to draw out as much pleasure as possible. She's lost in the sensations he's creating, her mind a blur of pleasure and need. She's not even sure what sounds are coming out of her mouth anymore, but she doesn't care. All that matters is him and the way he's making her feel. "Oh god, yes, please, don't stop," she manages to gasp out between moans.

He has no intention of stopping. Her cries and gasps are driving him crazy, and he wants to hear more, he wants to make her feel even better. He increases the pressure, his tongue working expertly, alternating between fast and slow, gentle and insistent. then he moves one of his long fingers into her She cries out louder at the new sensation, her hands clinging to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her body is on fire, her mind is reeling from the pleasure he's giving her. "Fuck yes"

He groans at the feeling of her nails on his skin, the sting adding to the pleasure. "That's it princess, let go for me" he says, his voice thick with desire Her body tenses under him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Oh god, ohh god yes," she gasps, her body shaking with pleasure, "I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop oh god" He doubles down, his tongue and finger moving in perfect sync, his free hand gripping her hip to keep her still. "Come for me, princess," he growls, his voice rough

That's all it takes to send her over the edge. She throws her head back, her body arching as the climax washes over her. She's dizzy with pleasure, her mind a blur of sensation. She can't speak, can't think, can only feel the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

She gasps for air as the pleasure slowly subsides, her body going limp under him, her legs quivering. "Holy..." she gasps

But he is not stoping

He continues his assault on her oversensitive body. "W-wait," she gasps out, her hands weakly pushing at his shoulders. "It's too much, I can't take it."

"Yes you can," he says, his voice low and rough. "Just a little longer." He doesn't give her time to protest, going back to his task with renewed fervor. "I want to see you come again, princess"

She moans again, her body tensing under his. She's so sensitive now, every touch feels like electricity coursing through her body. "shit," she gasps, her hands gripping the sheets, clawing at the fabric. She's not sure if she can take it, but she doesn't want him to stop either He grins against her, loving the way she responds to him, how she's so sensitive now she's on the border of begging him to stop and begging him to keep going. "You're doing so well, princess," he murmurs, his tongue never stopping, " just a little more"

Her body is jerking under him, her moans turning into helpless gasps. She's on the edge again, her body almost overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving her. "please... please... I can't..." she gasps out, not even sure what she's begging for. He moans against her, loving the way her body is responding to him, how she's so lost in pleasure she can't even speak. "Just let go for me, princess," he murmurs, his tongue working faster," come for me again" She's so close to the edge, she can feel it building, her body tensing as the pressure mounts. "fuck fuck fuck" she gasps out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He groans at her words, the feeling of her nails on his skin driving him wild. he growls, his tongue and fingers moving faster, harder, his body pressed against hers She's so close now, her body on the verge of exploding. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna-" she gasps out, her words cut off by her squirting as the second orgasm washes over her. He moans against her as he feels her squiring all over him, loving the way she trembles and gasps , how her body is surrendering completely to the pleasure he's giving her. "Fuck" he says, his voice low and raspy as he moves up from between her legs. "i can believe i just made you squirt" he says as he licks his fingers

She's laying on the bed, limp and boneless, trying to catch her breath. "i knew you would be really good at that," she gasps out, her voice shaking.

He looks down at her, satisfaction written all over his face. "Glad I lived up to your expectations," he says, grinning. He lays down next to her, pulling her into his arms. "i bet luka has never done that to you" he says playfully

She laughs weakly, nestling against his chest, feeling too blissed out to even get into the teasing. "No, he hasn't," she admits, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.He chuckles, loving the way she feels against him, all soft and warm. "Well then," he says, "consider that yet another thing I'm better at than your boyfriend."

She laugh at the sarcastic comment He grins, enjoying the roleplay . He pulls her closer, his hand tracing up and down her back. "So," he says, "does that mean I'm your favorite hero now?" "Mmm totally" she says, her hand trailing down his stomach.He shivers at her touch, his body reacting to her even though they just finished. "I'm flattered," he says, keeping his voice casual even though her touch is making him want her again.

"you should be," she says, her hand moving lower, her lips brushing his neck, "i take my hero adoration very seriously." He groans, tilting his head to give her more access to his neck. "I can tell," he says, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. "You're clearly a very dedicated fan."

"i do have a particular affinity for reptile heroes," she says, nipping at his pulse point, "especially the ones that can use their tongues so well" He moans at her words, loving the way her lips feel on his skin. "That seems very specific," he says, his hands roaming over her back, down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips. "mmm very specific. and you ticked all the marks" she says, her lips moving up to his ear, her tongue tracing his earlobe He shivers at the feeling of her lips on his ear, her tongue sending a jolt of desire through him. "I'm honored to meet such high standards," he says, his hands roaming lower, squeezing her hips. "oh you're far exceeding my standards," she says, her breath warm against his ear. she is getting sleepy and he can tell.

He can feel her body relaxing into his, her breathing becoming slower and deeper. "Tired, princess?" he asks, running his fingers through her hair. "yes," she mumbles into his chest, "you wore me out, hero." He chuckles at her words, his arms tightening around her. "I guess my job here is done," he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "mhm yes, job well done," she says, her eyes already closed, "definitely five stars in the hero-service industry"

He grins at that, loving the way she teases him. "I'll be sure to put that on my hero resume," he says, his hand tracing up and down her back."you should. you've earned it" she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "i might even write you a stellar review"

He laughs softly, loving the way she's dozing off in his arms. "I look forward to it," he says, running his fingers through her hair again. "But for now, get some rest, princess. You need it after all the hero-ing I did to you." She makes a small noise of agreement, snuggling closer to him, her body relaxing completely. "mmm goodnight, viperion" He smiles at her sleepy words, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him. "Goodnight, princess," he whispers, holding her close. He watches as her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness and affection.

He continues to hold her, his fingers tracing small patterns on her back. He doesn't want to sleep yet, wants to stay awake and memorize the feeling of her in his arms, the sound of her breathing, the way her hair feels against his skin.He detransforms and starts trying to go to sleep aswell

He closes his eyes, his mind replaying the events of the night they had never done anything like this before, the way she responded to him, the way she made him feel. It was overwhelming and intoxicating to play those roles.

The feeling of her body against his, her touch on his skin, the sounds she made when he touched her... he was already looking forward to doing it again. He pulled her closer to him and finally drifted off to sleep.

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FOUND YOU IN A WORLD OF CHAOS: CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Eric (AQPDO) x Mary (OFC)

Summary: Eric met Mary on the ferry that was taking them away from New York. What would the future holds when you are living the end of the world?

Warnings: Language and sex. Did you really thought Eric and Mary were not going to have sex? Come on!

A/N: English is not my first language so any mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Remember reblogs do more than likes. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1996

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It’s been a week since Eric and Mary began to sleep together in order to keep the nightmares at bay. They laid together, talked about their day and then cuddled to sleep. The light was beaming across the room. Mary moved in her sleep when she felt something poking against her ass. Eric hold her in place and groaned when she moved again. Mary blushed when she realized it was Eric’s hard on against her body, she felt him grind slightly on her sending a pool of arousal between her legs.

“Eric.” She whispered, “Baby?” Eric hummed, “Ammm good morning.” Eric stirred awake and turned on his back.

“Good morning.” He answered still sleepy. His hand traveled south and that’s when he felt it. He opened his eyes and saw Mary staring at him. He immediately turned to hide his very prominent erection from her. “Sorry.”

“Should I…” Mary was completely blushed, “leave you alone?”

“No, no.”

“Should I help?” She asked shyly.

“What? No…I…” He was red now, “I’ll go to the bathroom.” He stood with his hands covering his crotch and ran out of the room.

When Mary left the room, Lucy was sitting at the table with 3 plates ready for them to eat.

“Good morning.” Lucy said giggling her brows.

“Shut up.”

“Did he treat you right?” She whispered.

“Nothing has happened. We just cuddled.” Mary whispered back.

“But with his dick inside, right?”

Mary slapped Lucy’s arm and they turned to see Eric getting out of the bathroom. Mary didn’t mean to stare but her eyes went straight to his pants, the erection was gone.

“His eyes are up there.” Lucy said as she drink water from a cup. Mary just blinked and turned her sight upwards. Eric sat down and the three of them had breakfast in silence but of course Eric kept stealing glances towards Mary.

The rest of the day was boring. Henri didn’t let Mary do much due to her injury because he wanted to make sure she was completely healed before she could do hard work around the island.

Mary was sitting on her bed folding their clothes after she had washed them on the river stream that wondered trough the island. She took the yellow sweater in her hands and felt the soft material on her palms.

“That’s my friend’s. She gave it to me before we went to the boats.” Eric voice startled her.

“It’s nice.” She smiled and put it aside. “I washed your tie too.”

“Thank you.” Eric smiled lovingly to her. “So, I was wondering if you are free tonight.”

“Tonight?” Eric nodded, “Yeez, I don’t know. I’ve been extremely busy lately. With school and stuff.” She was mocking him, “I have this teacher, Lucy. Argh! Such a bitch!” Eric laughed, “Let me check on my agenda.”

“Well, if you are free… would you like to go out with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Definitely a date.”

“Oh well look at that,” She opened her imaginary agenda, “I’m free.”

“Perfect!” Eric smiled and nodded his head, “I should go; I have a paper to send. Professor Hawkins is just a pain in my ass.” He turned and left the room. Mary was smiling like a school girl when she felt Eric lips on her cheeks. “See you at 9, after everyone goes to bed.” And he ran out of the room.

She was lost in thought when Lucy knocked on the door. “I don’t appreciate you calling me a bitch.”

“I was just teasing. I appreciate you are teaching me everything you know.”

”What are you planning to wear?” Mary shrugged and pulled her t-shirt. “I’m not gonna let you go on a date wearing that!” She took Mary’s hand, “Come on. We need help.”

Lucy had made a lot of friends among the other women on the island. Soon she found a dress Mary could borrow, a lilac midi dress with short sleeves; and some other girl still had a red lipstick in her bag. They used the later to give Mary some color in her cheeks and lips.

Eric had send a note to Mary saying she shouldn’t have dinner with the rest, so when everyone left to the dining cabin, she stayed behind.

Mary didn’t know why she was nervous. It’s not like they hadn’t kissed before and they had been sleeping together every night. Although the date part was new. She had no idea what to except from Eric in this situation. A knock on the front door made her get out of her room. Eric was standing on the other side holding a bouquet of wild flowers she guessed he had found around the island.

“Hi!” Eric said looking her up and down, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She gave a little twirl, “I had help.” She noticed he was wearing a pair of worn out jeans and the button up he had when they arrived to the island. “You look very handsome.”

“These are for you.” He handed her the flowers.

“Thank you.” She turned, “I’ll just put them on the table. I don’t have a vase.”

“Ready to go?” He offered her his arm and she hook hers.

“Lead the way kind sir.”

Eric and Mary walked all the way to the back entrance of the dining cabin.

“I know we are not supposed to be here.” Mary said. “You know the rule.”

Henri had made very clear that everyone in the island should eat together at all meals, this is order to avoid disorganization in the distribution of the food.

“Technically I haven’t eaten and neither have you.” Eric took her hand and went inside.

Once they walked into the kitchen Eric turned the lights on. One of the tables where they usually cooked was decorated with some flowers, candles and two plates waiting to be filled with food.

“My lady.” Eric moved a chair for Mary to sit.

“Thank you.” She sat, “What are we having?”

“I made pasta with dried tomatoes.” He took the plates, “I hope you like it.”

“You made it?” Eric nodded all proud to himself, “If Henri founds out…”

“He will not found out. Relax.”

Meanwhile Henri was watching the whole scene from outside.

“Hey!” Lucy whispered yell at him, “What are you doing?”

“Me? What are you doing?” Henri replied.

“I was going to check on them.”

“Yeah, well me too.”

They stood in front of the window, the two lovebirds were eating and laughing.

“Please tell me you gave him permission to be in the kitchen at this hour?”

“Of course I did. He told me he wanted to do something nice for Mary, I couldn’t say no.”

When they turned to keep watching them, they saw how they kissed.

“Awww.” Lucy said, “Young love.”

“He is so right for her.”

“Can I stay in your cabin tonight?”

“What? Why?”

“Those two are going to pound against the wall, and I don’t want to hear them.”

Henri laughed, “Sure, Let’s go.”

After dinner they went back to their cabin to rest.

“I had fun.” Mary said. “You are a great cook.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Eric stood in front of her in the porch of their cabin.

“Do you wanna come in?”

Eric didn’t answer, he took her hand and as soon as they were inside, he kissed her with hunger. Mary hadn’t feel this need in his kisses before, this was a new Eric and she loved him.

She moaned against his lips while they walked backwards towards their room. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt working on them fast. Eric lips moved to her neck and shoulder; and his hands took the hem of her dress and pulled it off of her head.

The back of Mary’s knees hit the mattress and Eric took her by the waist to help her laid smoothly. The dress and shirt were a pile of clothes on the floor now, and Mary laid with just her panties waiting for him to make a move.

“You look ravishing.” He said in a gravy voice. He laid on top of her kissing her softly, his kisses traveled moved to her cheek and down to her neck, her shoulder and finally her breasts. His lips enveloped her nipple and his tongue caressed her bud. The hollowed moans that came from her mouth send all the blood to his crotch. He trailed a path of kisses along her stomach until he reached for her womanhood. He kissed the top of her mound through the panties.

“Please.” Mary said.

Eric hook his fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs. He glistening folds shone in the moonlight. He took her legs and put them on his shoulders.

“You are gorgeous.” Eric caressed her folds with the tip of his fingers, “Such a good girl.” Eric saw her pussy clench around nothing when he praised her. He leaned in and his tongue got lost between her folds.

“Fuck, Eric!” She felt the tip of her tongue toying with her clit, “God.” Her hand took a handful of his curls, “Please, don’t stop.” His tongue lapped at her entrance while his finger kept rubbing her clit in circles, he could burst right and then just by listening her to moan his name. “Eric.” Mary began to move her hips rubbing her pussy on his face, “Oh god! Oh my…. I….” A loud moan came out of her and she put her hand on her mouth to stop her from being louder than she already was.

Her thighs were clenched around Eric head, who slightly tap them making Mary open her legs. He crawled to be eye level with her; she could see her arousal on his face.

“I nearly come in pants.” He said playfully. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, please!” Eric opened his pants and removed them along with his boxers. He was thick and his tip was pink. Mary moved to be between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.” She said all smiley.

“If you do that I’m gonna come in a second.” He took his member and pumped it a few times, “Lay down.”

Mary let herself down on the pillow and welcomed Eric between her legs. He took his member and rubbed the tip along her slit to gather her juices and when he was done teasing her, he slip into her.

“Fuck.” Eric cursed when he felt her warm walls around his dick, “You feel so fucking good.”

Eric began to move inside her, the slow pace was killing her but he knew that if he moved faster he will come. His pace increased once he felt her walls squeezing around his shaft and soon after his movements became erratic. His moans against her hear were sending her over the edge.

“I love you.” Mary said as he trusted in her, “I love you so much.” She moaned.

Eric’s cock twitched at her words; he slid out of her and stroke himself until he came in her stomach. Ropes of white liquid painted her skin and then he collapsed next to her. Mary turned on her side, got closer and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too.” Eric said through soft sighs trying to catch his breath. He leaned in and kissed her. “That was fast… It’s been a while since I was with a girl.”

“You don’t have to explain.” Mary said, “No one had ever gone down on me before. That tongue, just wow!” Eric smiled, “It might be the accent.”

Eric fully laughed this time. “You are so silly,” He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, “And I’m so in love with you.” He took a deep breath, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.” Mary’s hand took his semi hard cock and stroke it a few times, Eric groaned, “Ok, maybe just five minutes.”

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