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matth1w · 5 years ago

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Dancing for Daddy

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Female Reader

Summary: ((Porn with plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)) Roman likes what he sees when he catches you letting loose and dancing on the table.

Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, language, Dom/Sum, Daddy, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking, squirting, glove kink (bc of COURSE), and uhhhh eyeliner kink??

Rating: MATURE/18+

Word Count: 2,352 words

Note: I have been absolutely astounded by y’all’s response with the announcement!! I hope you enjoy!! // Does NOT contain Birds of Prey spoilers!

Roman Tag List (Open): @stardancerluv / @redspaceace / @darling-i-read-it / @tales-from-gotham / @vintagemichelle91 / @ladyofhellhounds / @aliasimagines / @justauthoring / @daphne-fandom-writing / @themanthemyth-thelegend / @ewanfuckingmcgregor / @taylorzunigaa / @troybcker / @ntlmundy / @21stcenturywitchcraft / @theblackmaskclub / @jokersdoll / @ryjo1992 / @highly-unknown / @nighttime2am

“Boss,” Zsasz mutters in Roman’s ear.

Roman follows Zsasz’s gaze, instantly landing on your form as you smile seductively at him from your place on the table across the club’s floor.

And it looks like he’s not the only one watching. You’ve attracted the attention of nearly everyone sober enough to notice. Your hips swaying hypnotically to the music, a low, steady bass filling the room that matches the dangerous mix of attraction, admiration, and anticipation as you, the Hostess, put on a show.

“Want me to get her down?” Zsasz asks as Roman takes a slow drink from his bourbon, eyes never leaving yours.

He chuckles as he stands and buttons his jacket, taking a moment to look away.

“No. I’ll get her down myself.”

— — —

You open your eyes as you turn your head from its place nuzzled in your raised arms, a smile blossoming on your lips as you see Roman stalking toward you.

The butterflies were instant. You know the look in his eyes wasn’t passionate rage, although it may have looked like it to everyone else with the way the crowd parted.

You know it to be what it is.

Deep,

dark,

uncontrollable

desire.

You bite your lip, adrenaline coursing as you wink at Roman before twirling around and moving slightly more slowly, bringing your hands to your body to roam. The song’s beat slowed, matching the movement of your hips.

Roman finally comes to a stop, shoes clicking loudly in the now almost silent room - the music having been lowered to a murmur.

“Darling?” he calls to you, voice light but strained with the effort to contain his desires. You knew he wouldn’t last long so you turned around.

Your eyes light up as they met his. He steps up to you and places his hands together before pulling one of his gloves off.

A shiver runs through you.

He holds it in his hand for a moment before throwing it onto the table below you.

He holds your eyes as he takes his final step to you. Instantly running his bare hand up your leg, stopping just above your knee.

“Everyone out”. He orders with a low voice, still holding your eyes.

He squeezes your leg and you had to stop yourself from squeezing them together. Your entire body so sensitive with the promise of what was to come in only a matter of seconds.

Seeing no one moving he breaks the stare, turns, and yells.

“Everyone fucking OUT!”

Everyone jumps, knowing this was their last chance.

Satisfied once the room cleared within seconds, Roman turns back to you, his eyes alight with now unhidden fire.

He is ready to eat you alive.

He keeps his hand on your leg, trailing it slowly down as he walks around the round table to the booth.

“C’mere kitten,” he practically growls. Lust dripping from his words.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your slight intoxication making everything more vibrant, more powerful.

He leans closer as you lean down, placing your hand in his as you step onto the booth, legs on either side of him.

Roman had the perfect view and couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

“Fuck, kitten. You look delicious.”

Your body tenses and you smile, wanting nothing more at that moment.

He chuckles at your reaction. “Do you want that?”

You nod quickly and bite your lip once more, containing a whine from escaping.

He teases his hand up your leg, moving slowly and keeping the pressure light.

“Use your words, babydoll.”

“Y-yes” you breathe out almost instantly.

“Come down then”. Roman smirks and you can’t contain the deep whine this time as you lower yourself to your knees on the seat of the booth. The leather groaning slightly under your body.

He looks up at you before giving you his still-gloved hand. You take the tip of the index finger into your mouth and bite down lightly, letting him pull his hand out.

He matches the movement, teeth meeting teeth with a click. His gaze follows the dropping glove next to him, his eyes holding on the glove one moment, allowing you to stroke the side of his face as he licks a stripe up your thigh in response.

Roman turns his head up at you as your hand reaches his chin and he leans in back, resting on the back of the booth. A hungry look in his black-lined eyes. All but physically drooling.

“Tell me you want me,” He commands with a whisper as he runs his hands up both your legs. Igniting every inch under his touch.

His eyes are so intense, overflowing with passion and desire - you want to look away.

Instead you run your fingers through your lover’s hair and pull the threads, making him close his eyes with a deep groan within his chest.

“Oh, babygirl.” He growls and finishes with a dark laugh.

Springing his head back up, he breathes you in before lifting your dress and diving into your covered core.

He groans once his lips touch the velvet.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, darlin,”

He pulls back and smirks up at you. You let out the breath you had taken upon feeling his hot tongue against you and bite your lip.

“All for you, Mr. Sionis”

He growls at that.

“Oh you are all mine, Mrs. Sionis.”

He peels back your underwear to the side before giving you one last look with a wink as he buries his face between your legs.

Your hands fly to his hair, your only stabilizer as you writhe against him. Soon your shaky breaths and loud moans fill the room as he begins sucking, licking, and pleasuring every intimate inch of you.

You want to savor the moment but you know Roman’s lost control. He want to bring you to the edge as fast and as hard as possible.

His tongue laps up at you as you grind your body into his face, loving the extra tingle the slight stubble on his face brings.

He peeks up at you and winks as he meets your eyes and you want to laugh but all that comes out is a gasp as he’s flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You tense as you feel Roman’s fingertips flirt with your lips, your body beginning to quake as you know what he wants.

You squeeze the locks of hair you have tangled in your fingers and whine.

“Please, Roman,”

He hums a pleased laugh against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your core.

You won’t last much longer.

He pulls away to watch you as he brings two fingers to the center, teasing

Once,

Twice,

Three

times before diving in and instantly curling.

You throw your head back in a long groan but then quickly struggle to take a breath as he brings his mouth back to you.

His tongue is moving in perfect synchrony with his fingers, in and out at a fast, steady pace.

You feel it building.

He takes your clit into his mouth once more, responding to your clenching walls.

“Ro-Ro” you gasp, unable to say anything more between your hurried breaths.

Roman doesn’t even ask as he hurries his movements just enough to take all breath from your lungs and start your orgasm.

With one second of calm you take a breath, he pushes into you again, his mouth harsh and rough and

Oh GOD

“So good”

Your mantra begins as your legs shake,

“So good”

“So...”

The wave slams into you and you pull his head in, smothering him as you let go.

He takes every drop and your senses flow back as he slows his movements and removes his fingers from you.

You open your eyes and look down as Roman takes his covered fingers into his mouth.

Groaning as he sucks, and stares into your eyes.

Satisfied, he smacks lips and runs thumb across his lips.

“You want more, kitten?”

You nod, somehow already getting excited again by the thought of him filling you up.

He drags his wet hand from his mouth and the other from its place on your thigh to his crotch.

Roman palms himself and your mouth waters.

You want to taste everything he has to offer you.

He unfastens his belt, button and zipper, and slides his pants and underwear just enough to free himself.

His cock is hard and pulsing with desire.

He meets your eyes as you finally look away from the object of your desire and he smiles widely.

“Come sit down for Daddy.”

Your eyes roll back with a shiver.

You lower yourself to his lap as you guide yourself slowly onto him, hand resting on his pelvis once you’re fully seated.

You bring your hands to his face and stare into his blue eyes for a moment - allowing you both to simply bask in the feeling of your bodies conjoined.

You grind as you pull his face to yours, catching his open mouth in a dirty kiss. A groan passes from one to the other and Roman squeezes your hips as he pulls away and nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Kitten...”

He’s warning you. If you can’t handle it you‘ll have to say it now.

But you don’t. You want him hard and rough and dirty and fast.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and he takes the cue.

Instantly he’s slamming up into you, pounding your body so hard you’re shaking like a rag doll and wildly screaming.

He angles his hips up and moves your hips in circles, dragging your clit around his body, the feeling electrifying you with every movement.

It’s all so much. So euphoric.

You know you won’t last long.

Roman goes back to jackhammering you. Causing the screams in your throat to stick and eyes to squeeze shut and roll back.

“Who’s your daddy, babygirl?”, he asks as he slows but instead mercilessly pushes as deep as he can go.

His hand glides up your throat, a gentle reminder of his possession.

“Y-you”, you gasp.

“Cmon I want to hear you scream it.” He roars.

“Who’s. Your. Daddy?”

He thrusts harder and rougher, emphasizing each word.

“Oh god, Oh Fu- You, Roman”

He’s driving into you, spurred on by your breathless words, hands now gripping your hips hard as he holds you above him, angling you perfectly so he continually hits your deepest point.

“Oh fuck, YES! Oh god, I’m all yours, Roman. All...”

He drives into you and you’re breathless. So close to the edge, only a hair away from tumbling over.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck Ro- I-“ you curl your toes and grab his hair once more, tugging wildly in feverish urgency.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still shining from your previous climax.

“You going to cum all over Daddy’s cock, Princess?”

“Oh yes! Oh PLEASE, Daddy. Please let me cum”, you sob. The ecstasy of being on the edge swallowing every feeling except him.

“You want it babygirl?” He’s breathless.

“Yes!” You cry.

“Yeah?” He’s teasing you as he lifts your body up and down. Fucking into you like a toy.

“I don’t think you do.” He growls, pushing his face to your chest to bite at your breasts through the dress.

You can’t take it.

“Yes, fuck PLEASE roman, please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl.”

He muses, slowing again.

“Mmm. My good girl.”

He does two quick thrusts with the snap of his hips.

The hand around your throat squeezes, causing black to cloud the edges of ceiling as your throw your head back.

“But Daddy gets to cum first.”

A few more hard thrusts as your walls are clenching around him his body shaking as he continues to fuck as he cums deep inside you.

You both know what’s coming next. What he’s pulling out of you.

The pressure builds, you feel Roman groan and still before picking up a brutally fast pace. His cock slamming into yours as he buries himself in you, the sound of your bodies euphoric and pornographic as you ride his cum covered cock.

He moves his hands so one is rubbing your clit, the other on your back, tilting your body towards him.

The feelings are all too much. The pleasure overwhelming your body.

You mouth hangs open, unable to form any words.

He pushes his hand harder against your clit, rubbing so incredibly fast you can’t hold it any longer.

“Cmon. Squirt all over me, babygirl.”

The dam breaks instantly at his plea and you’re spasming over him and under his touch, his body holding you up and pulling gush after gush from you.

The high lasts - clouding your vision, the ringing in your ears, the absence of time of heaven on earth.

The shaking stops, his fingers still, and his kisses move to your body.

“Such a good girl” Roman whispers into your body between kisses as you remain mute and overwhelmed.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You eventually come down enough to run your hand through his hair. He looks up at you with complete adoration and you shiver with a laugh as he twitches inside you.

You hold his head in your hands and lean down for a kiss. Pushing your lips every so slightly rough with your lack of senses hindering your ability to finely control your movements.

You pull back, still breathless and giggle as you keep your foreheads pressed together.

“Fu-fu...”

You kiss him again. Pulling away with a drag of his lips following yours.

“Fuck.” You finally get out, blinking heavily, while you learn how to control your body once more.

“Yeah?” He pushes your hips forward, sending a groan that travels from his body to yours.

“Y-Yeah.” You laugh, as you kiss him just right this time.

Roman chuckles as he pulls away and looks at you. Eyes running over your face that just screams you were thoroughly fucked out.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, sugar.”

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meetmeinthematinee · 5 years ago

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Herbs and Honey -- Part 2

A/N: You didn’t think I’d leave the Herbs and Honey story there did you? Here’s the entirely smutty part 2.

Warnings: pure plot what plot smut. Other than that? No warnings. Expect smut. Lots of it.

Geralt moved from between your thighs as you let go of his hair. His large hands splayed on either side of your head, pressing into the mattress. He wasn’t about to let you relax fully. Not yet, at least. His mouth was on yours, the taste of yourself on his lips, his stubble scraping at your chin until he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling and sucking at your earlobe. His breath was warm against the side of your neck.

“You must be feeling better.”

“Let me show you how much better.”

“I thought you had.”

He smirked at you as his white hair hung like a veil around your faces. He shifted and guided your hand to the sizable erection straining against his leather trousers.

“Fuck.” You whispered softly--more to yourself than to him as you palmed his length. You felt another wave of arousal crest and break within you.

“That’s the intent.” He said lowly, his lips grazing against your ear.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as he bucked his hip against your hand.

“Please, Geralt.” You murmured as you sucked a mark onto his neck.

He rolled off of you and stood next to the bed, unlacing his trousers and roughly tugging them off. You grabbed his hips and tried to pull him towards you, lowering your face to his now freed cock. He gently gripped the back of your neck in his hand and stopped you, your lips mere inches away from their intended prize.

“Ah, ah. This is about you.”

He tugged your linen shift up over your head and gently pressed you back into the mattress before he climbed back on top of you. His cock pressing hard and insistently against your hip as he captured your lips with his. You rocked your hips up against him and slid your hand down between you, circling his cock with your hand and slowly pumping him up and down.

He bucked into your hand and slid his own back down between your legs, making sure you were wet enough for what was to come.

He took your nipple between his teeth and gently tugged sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your cunt. He ducked his head and kissed and licked his way to the other before doing the same. You writhed underneath him and tightened your grip on his cock. Pumping it faster.

“Please.”

He didn’t answer you. He kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth at the same time that he peeled your hand off his cock. He broke the kiss and glanced down, guiding himself to your entrance before he slowly and teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

Just when you thought you’d have to beg him he pressed into you. Teasingly slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed and you breathed deeply as he stretched you to what felt like your limit.

Suddenly he was still and you were full. Deeply, achingly full.

Geralt inhaled sharply and clenched his jaw.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” He growled into your ear.

You hooked your legs around his and rocked up against him, letting out a soft moan when he took the hint and began to move inside you.

You grabbed onto him, your nails sinking into his broad, muscular back. He barely made a sound other than the occasional grunt. He was thrusting rhythmically into you but at a pace that suggested he wasn’t in a hurry to chase his own end.

“Harder. Ruin me.” You moaned. Meeting each movement of his with your own---as much as you could, being pinned underneath him.

He chuckled darkly and pulled out of you completely.

“More, healer? Well, then.” He said as he rolled you onto your stomach and pulled you up onto all fours by your hips.

He leaned over you, and pressed your upper back down to meet the bed.

“Be a good girl and hang on.” He whispered roughly in your ear as he tapped your clit with the head of his cock. His medallion resting cool and heavy on your back.

“You’re dripping.” He admired as he thrust back into you all at once. “That’s good. You’ll need that.” He pulled almost all the way out and then snapped his hips forward, pressing your face harder into the mattress. It smelled like him, now---a heady mix of earth, sweat and old leather. You breathed shallowly as he settled into a punishing pace. His hips driving you forward with every thrust---you had to struggle to stay in one spot, your fingers digging into the mattress for support, your arms shaking with the effort of not flying forward.

You weren’t capable of speech anymore, the cottage filled with your moans and grunts and strangled cries. Without stopping he slid one hand from your hip and wrapped his arm around you, reaching down and circling your clit until you were crying out and spasming under him. Sweat prickling on your neck and down your back. He fucked you through your orgasm and you batted his hand away from your oversensitive clit as he continued to fuck you. His pace slowed as you clenched and trembled through your aftershocks. He thrust shallowly before sliding in to the hilt one final time as he came, breathing raggedly and letting out a low, guttural moan. You felt the heat radiating from him as he slipped out of you and curled his large frame around yours. It took awhile before your senses came back to you. The warmth of the sun from the small window, the birds gently calling each to each in the woods, the shuffle of Roach’s hooves on the earth. The bliss and stillness that came with being properly fucked---for once.

Geralt kissed your bare shoulder and pushed his way off of the bed. Gathering his things together as he went. You watched from your cozy spot on the bed, too tired to care that he was setting off soon. He turned his shredded leather armour over in his hands and cast a glance at you.

“Can you do anything about this?” He inquired with a smirk, wiggling his fingers through the large tears in the side.

“Geralt, I’m a healer not a tanner, or a tailor. You said with a gentle laugh. “There’s one of each in the town to the west of here. About a days ride.”

“Hmm. Thank you. Again. For everything.” He said gruffly.

“You’re welcome. I think you showed me exactly how appreciative you were.”

He grinned slyly at you as he tugged on his pants.

“Maybe you can return the favour sometime---if I’m ever back this way.”

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Tagging: @ladyreapermc @toomanystoriessolittletime @fanficsrusz @themanthemyth-thelegend

#geralt of rivia x you #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia smut #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt smut #henry cavill #the witcher tv series #witcher fanfic #witcher fanfiction #plot what plot

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 5 years ago

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Steph’s Birthday Writing Challenge

So as some of you might now I’m turning 30 this june. So I was thinking on hosting a writing challenge (I hope I’m doing this right lol). This time you write and I read. It is my birthday after all ;D

Rules:

You can write as many prompts as you want.

You can write for whatever Character you want

You don’t have to be following me, although it would be appreciated

Please @toomanystoriessolittletime and tag it with #StephsBirthdayWritingChallenge when you post so I will see it

Please use the “read more” button if it’s more than 300 words (no limitation on the word count though)

Max. 2 people can write one prompt

Please send me a ask with the prompt and the character you want to write so I can keep track. I will write your name down in this post

Last date to post is June 21st (which is a week after my actual birthday) you can start to post the fics from may 10th on ☺️

Right. Now the Prompts:

I know most people won’t know some of the songs, but they’re favourites of mine. I added a youtube link to each song prompt.

You can either choose a song prompt or an AU you want to write for.

For example “Charmed AU + John Wick” (which sounds hilarious to me)

Song-Prompts:

“Leave your Lover” – Sam Smith (with Henry by @hnryycvll)

“Like real people do” – Hozier (with Santino by @themanthemyth-thelegend)

“Closer” – Nine inch nails (by @ladyreapermc)

“Map of the problematique” – Muse

“The phone book” - Editors

“Lost in the fire” – The Weeknd (with Henry by @nuns-and-roses)

“Velvet rope” – Rita Ora

“Yellow” – Coldplay (with John Wick by @ficsnroses)

“Slow dancing in a burning room” – John Mayer

“Home” – Michael Buble

“New York” – Snow Patrol (with Keanu by @omg-imagine)

“Mr. Brightside” – The Killers

“Machines” – Biffy Clyro

“Tell me you love me” - Demi Lovato (with August Walker by @onlyhenrys)

“Partition” - Beyonce (with Henry by @fanficsrusz)

AU-Prompts:

Lucifer AU

Charmed AU

The Originals AU

Pushing Daisies AU

John Wick AU (with Jonathan Pine by @themanthemyth-thelegend)

X- Files AU

Ballet AU

Doctor Who AU (with Loki by @villainousshakespeare)

Mafia AU (with Henry by @penwieldingdreamer)

Coffee shop AU (with Geralt & Jaskier by @yespolkadotkitty)

Fake marriage AU (with Henry by @nuns-and-roses)

Drunk marriage in Vegas AU (by @ladyreapermc)

You’ve got mail AU (with Sy by @promptandpros)

Devil wears Prada AU (with Keanu by @iworshipkeanureeves)

Arranged marriage AU (with Neo by @penwieldingdreamer)

I’m so looking forward with what you all will come up with!!

#stephsbirthdaywritingchallenge #fanfic #fanfiction #prompts #writing challenge #Keanu Reeves #John Wick #Johnny Uttah #Jack traven #John Constantine #Tom Hiddleston #loki #Henry Cavill #Walter Marshall #august walker #Napoleon Solo #please somebody for the love of good write August Marshall into the John Wick universe I AM BEGGING YOU #actual birthday is on june 14th for people wondering #it will be a party filled with self isolation

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years ago

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sharlyyn respondeu seu post: “Show me how you like to be touched.” with Keanu,…

Oh I was talking about fics sorry ��

No worries! I think you found my masterlist, but just in case, here it is: masterlist

I also strongly recommend these lovelies who also write for Keanu:

@toomanystoriessolittletime @fanficsrusz @meetmeinthematinee @ficsnroses @penwieldingdreamer @themanthemyth-thelegend @fickensteinn @fortheloveoffanfic

Thera are so many more, but front the top of my head, those are the ones I can remember.

#text post #reblog #themanthemyth-thelegend

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fanficsrusz · 5 years ago

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What are some good Keanu blogs? I'm still kinda new and need more blogs to follow

Well welcome to the fandom. 😂❤️

There are a lot of amazing keanu pages here so I'm going to mention a few not all otherwise we will be here forever 😂. You can also just go through and see who i follow ❤️❤️❤️

@ficsnroses @fortheloveoffanfic @fickensteinn @fuck-yeah-hope @ladyreapermc @mikaneonox @meetmeinthematinee @themanthemyth-thelegend @toomanystoriessolittletime @wiskey-chaser

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charlotte-sloane-writes · 5 years ago

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1 - A Wicked Little Thing

It’s finally here! Chapter 1 of this Zatanna Zatara x John Constantine fic has killed me for nearly a year. If you love it as much as I do, please reblog and comment. If you want to be added to the tags then send me a message, reblog, comment, just let me know! The chapter is under the cut, the taglist at the very end. Much love, Charlie.

“Anna,” Buddy called over to the young woman dressed in yesterday’s work uniform.

“Hm?” Anna turned her head and brushed out the earbud nestled to the side of her head, flicking a few strands of her black hair behind her to size up her boss who decided whatever he was about to say was more important than ‘We Will Rock You’ on its 3rd consecutive play.

Buddy recentered his balance on one hip and tilted his chin up, an unkempt not-quite salt-and-pepper eyebrow raised as he asked, “That thing ever run out of battery?”

“Trust me, Buddy, you’d know if it did.” Anna flashed him a saccharine smile and shoved the earbud back into her brain, moving on to the next room that needed cleaning, her cleaning cart’s loose wheel squeaking for mercy unheard over Anna’s playlist.

Buddy scoffed behind her back, another attempt to connect with the twenty-something-year-old failed rather spectacularly on his end. He shoved the tickets to the local college’s ‘Battle of the Bands’ show back into his pocket and whistled to make himself feel like the exchange was done in total nonchalance with zero premeditation. Lifting his ‘Lagheur’ watch to his chest, he noticed the ticking needles of the ripoff luxury watch in a slight delay, taking maybe a half time longer than an actual second. Buddy once saw a movie where this happened to show time slowing down. He couldn’t place the actual scene anywhere, but it seemed funny enough to him that the science fiction promises of his childhood were echoed through the cheap realities of his adulthood.

“Regina,” Buddy threw over his shoulder an aging rainjacket, once clear now yellowing around folds and stitches. Regina at the counter, a recent retiree with all the looks to take to Boca Raton but none of the self-awareness to stop working looked up at her boss from the dusty concierge seat.

“Boss?”

“I’m out for a smoke, I’ll be back in ten. Anyone calls for me, take a message.”

“Sure, sure, if anyone calls.” Regina looked down at the answering machine behind her counter, fixing her coke-bottle glasses back up on the ridge of her boney nose. It was new twenty years ago when she last checked in at the hotel, sleepy and dazed children in tow, asking where their mother was. She’d never seen the light even flicker on that machine.

Buddy walked across the populated lounge, tourists, and locals alike crowding the hotel to get out of the rain and have a drink. Some of them might get rooms by the look of it, though none seemed too eager to book one. Unlit cigarette stuck between his teeth, Buddy pulled his cap up over his head and walked out onto the back terrace. On stiller nights, the courtyard was a beautiful display of soft city nature and twinkling lights. Hopefully, he thought to himself, Anna will have remembered to cover up the sound system speakers hidden in some of the bushes. He wasn’t ready to shell out another grand to replace them.

The lighter Buddy took out from his jacket pocket should’ve been replaced a week and a half ago. Swishing lighter fluid gradually making a crack in the plastic casing just a little wider didn’t bode well for Buddy’s innate flammability. The wrong swipe of a finger while lighting his cigarette opened up his thumb and Buddy- as he took the first draw of his cigarette- watched blood prick up from the fat pad of his digit, little globes of red sprouting along a visceral ley line down to the crux of the first joint. He’ll have to remind himself to throw this lighter out and get a new one when he gets the chance again.

“You know,” He spoke to himself, more than aware he was alone on the creaky back patio “this place used to be the gem of Palo Alto, before Jobs and Wozniak, Amazon and Google. This place...I sound like my great grandfather. How did that happen?” Buddy scoffed and took a step forward, leaning against a beam at the top of the small stairs giving way to the waterlogged marsh of a luncheon garden. Before he could even take notice, the roaring gutter above his head flipped on itself, bringing forth a cascade of rainwater and grime down onto Buddy’s head. He didn’t even have it in him to curse. He just shook his head, bit the inside of his lip raw and flicked his dead cigarette into the rain.

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John Constantine wasn’t often seen in the kitchen for actual food, an old tome tucked under his arm with blue lettering of an ancient language only slightly obscured by the wrinkled sleeve of his dress shirt.

“Woah, careful, Johnny. You need help?” A young and dashing mop of black hair named Behrad Tomaz bounded into the kitchen with open arms.

John slightly wavered, eyes darting around as his cheeks reddened. He cleared his throat “I’m fine-,”

“-Dude,” Behrad took the wine bottle Constantine had been balancing on a multi-sectioned plate of what looked like saltine crackers, a hard-boiled egg, some fresh smelling garnishes, a small cup of applesauce, a mug of brothy soup with something bobbing in it, and a jar with pieces of fish floating around it. “I’m impressed you got this far with all this stuff.” Behrad looked at the wine label, wanting to discern a year but couldn’t read the letters on the label. He shook it off, blaming his dyslexia for the mess of shapes on the label “You heading to your room with this stuff?”

“Yeah.” John nodded, quieter than usual as he gave Behrad the gefilte fish jar and placed the plastic cup he had taken upside down on to the neck of the wine bottle.

“This stuff looks good.” Behrad looked over at John’s plate as they walked down the austere corridors of the Waverider, immune to the shock of the odd clicks and clangs.

“You don’t have to lie.” John scoffed a laugh, biting his top lip.

“Is it for a spell?” “Not really.”

“Munchies?” John turned to face Behrad, those innocent puppy dog eyes peering over John’s exclusively hard stare. “Thanks for helping me, mate. Cheers.” He managed to balance everything back into his arms and moved into his room, locking the door behind him.

Behrad stood there, perhaps a little too perplexed for his own good “Have a good time!” He called out, making his way back to the kitchen.

Sara Lance wasn’t expecting to have to get into John Constantine’s business again, but the idea of the mage acting shifty didn’t sit very well with The Captain. “What was that?” She asked Behrad, intercepting him before he reached the kitchen.

“What was what?” Behrad shrugged, crossing his arms with a dopey smile “I was just helping John get his food to his room.” “Uh huh.” Sara’s light blue eyes narrowed, nodding along with Behrad “What was he carrying?”

“I don’t know. Some fish, crackers, wine. Had this old book under his arm. You know John, can’t read if it’s not totally silent. He must’ve gotten hungry.”

“Yeah.” Sara nodded, the truth dawning on her with a small, easy smile “Okay, let’s make sure to leave him alone today. He’s clearly got something important to do.”

John took his time lighting every candle he had in his room, turning the lights off and letting the little flickering flames set just the right reverential mood he was feeling. There was stirring between his ribs. He got the feeling every time he took out the Haggadah. Opening the musty book brought back memories, ones he kept reenacting every Pessach. As beautiful as the book was, ancient binding and intricate hand-printed text, it would never replace the one he found when he was twelve in his father’s attic. He remembered climbing up the cobwebbed ladder, his older sister whispering a word of caution behind him. Cheryl never really understood it, why he climbed that ladder. She never understood why he would intentionally lock himself up there for hours among the beetles and dead pigeons. Among that pestilence and dust was a box marked ‘Mary Anne - Beth-Tikvah, LON’ in big block letters. When John’s father, a big burly man whose accent was the only thing thicker than his eyebrows, found him wearing his great uncle’s kippah with the edges clumsily touching his brow while he read his mother’s old ‘Elementary Hebrew’ workbook, tracing the lines of his mother’s juvenile scripture, Thomas left welts on the young boy’s thighs that didn’t abate until the next month.

Thomas had thought he’d burned everything in that box that very day. He didn’t suspect or know to look for a pocketbook the size of a theater playbook, with flimsy blue binding and doubled text in every page. One side in English, the other in Hebrew. The one thing John managed to keep from that little book was the page-marker. A picture of his mother at her younger brother’s Bar Mitzvah. She looked to be about 16 years-old with boundless ringlets in her hair and a face-splitting grin. John felt it in his throat every time he looked down at that picture. He’d sob repeatedly, from the chest out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He’d bang his fists, palm-upwards, towards his head as he let the remorse of a stolen childhood shudder his lungs with a force only a soul in desperate need of rest could offer.

“Hi, mum.” John now whispered, taking the bookmark out of his over-compensatory Haggadah, letting it rest against two candlestick pillars. “Thought I’d read to you out loud this time.” His voice felt raw and crackling on his tongue like those lungs on anti-smoking adverts. “Happy Passover.”

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wishuhadstayed · 5 years ago

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Hey I was curious if u could do a fic where the reader is made to tutor Ted for school, and she basically tickles him when he answers wrong cause he’s ticklish ? Lol I know it’s weird

Oh honey. I am so flattered to have gotten this ask. That being said, I have literally never written anything worth reading in my entire life. Like never even attempted. I seem to be good at making scenarios in my head, but I have no idea how to translate into writing.

Also, your idea doesn’t seem weird at all. It seems fluffy and sweet, especially with Ted who is the human equivalent of a golden retriever puppy with exactly one brain cell.

@fanficsrusz @meetmeinthematinee @toomanystoriessolittletime @ficsnroses @fickensteinn @themanthemyth-thelegend @ladyreapermc Ladies, anyone interested in giving lessons?

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years ago

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Should I do something about that hellish number?

Also just pretend you don’t see the drafts number, okay? 😂

#1666 followers #blog related post #I really like numbers #themanthemyth-thelegend #*drowning by numbers plays softly in the background*

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neoarchipelago · 5 years ago

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Lisbon Lights (John wick x reader) part 2

A/N: there we go second part of our lovely Lisbon Lights serie! Leave a feedback if you want ! I want to thank @themanthemyth-thelegend for helping with image collage because without them it would have sucked much more than it already does 😂❤️

Part one

Warnings: blood, violence, cursing

Word count : 4 253

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You watched the streets of lisbon run as the taxi drove you both to the continental.

"I already apologized." John said, irritating you even more.

"No need to. I was just slightly more stupid than usual tonight." You answered coldly still not looking at him.

You couldn't believe the mess you were in. You couldn't believe you went back to help the Baba yaga. What was wrong with you exactly? What's with him that made you act without thinking.

"Hey. Don't say that." John's spoke again, making you look at him. "You're not stupid. Thanks for coming to help me. And showing me around the city."

You rolled your eyes.

"You make it sound like I'm your fucking tour guide, Mr Wick." You said, throwing him a small smile.

"Oh it's not John anymore?" He said smirking at you.

You groaned again as you heard him chuckle. You finally reached the Hotel and didn't wait long before exiting the taxi, giving him a few bills. You and John quickly made your way into the continental. You were immediately greeted by Amalia, the director of the Lisbon Continental and your long time friend.

"(y/n). Mr wick. Could I talk to you?" Her voice was heavily tainted with an accent and it always made you smile.

You followed her out of the lobby into the restaurant zone where she sat at a table near the back, further away from the rest of the room. You saw John was going to sit down at the table with her when you quickly grabbed his arm stopping him, but Amalia had already seen it.

"Have I allowed you to sit down Mister Wick?" The director spoke with a frown.

You looked at John who gave you a confused look. You threw him a knowing look, making him understand he had to apologise.

"No. I apologise." John spoke, in a monotonous tone.

Amalia turned to you and you tried to throw her a smile. Amalia and you have been good friends for a while now. She was an young woman of 31 years old, who wore long traditional dresses and those enormous gold necklaces around her neck. She was respected in town, a bit like the godfather. She had always acted like a crazy godmother to you and you were glad to have her in your life. But you also knew that she hated when you put yourself into trouble. She was a strict woman when necessary and you always felt like a child being scolded in those moments. John didn't knew that though.

"Why do you always find the most problematic ones?" Amalia scolded you again.

You blushed slightly, not wanting to glance at John.

"He's not.. i mean… he found me. I didn't… oh Por favor Amalia…" You tried to voice out.

She puffed, making you roll your eyes.

"Do you realise the mess you two have put yourselves in?"

John was going to speak but Amalia interrupted him.

"A contract has already been placed on your heads. Both of your heads." She finished while eyeing you.

You sighed. Of course there was already a contract. Luana would not have waited more than a second to ask the whole underground network to kill you.

"I figured out it would happen…" you said looking at the table absentmindedly.

"What have you two done, to put this psychopath this angry?" Amalia asked, still frowning.

"I had a contract on her father." John spoke before you could.

Amalia starred at him, then turned to you again, frowning in confusion.

"What does it have to do with you?" She asked.

"Well, i kinda… sorta… helped him…" you tried to voice out again.

Amalia gave you a reproachful look but did not say anything.

"I hope you know I cannot help you. She will hunt you down until she gets to you so she can torture you." Amalia said matter of factly as she was being served a cup of Porto wine.

You mentally noted to ask for a bottle of it as well as soon as you'd went up to your room.

"You'll have to kill her before she gets to you."

You still remained silent. Taking a glance at John who did the same to you.

"You're safe at the continental at least." Amalia said, finally softening.

She gave you a worried look, and you smiled at her. You walked over to her side of the table, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Now now Amalia, you know I'll fix things. Don't worry about it" you said with a smile.

She puffed again, but sent you a warm smile. You decided to let her enjoy her diner as you grabbed John by the hand to lead him to the elevator. Amalia winked at you and you rolled your eyes blushing.

John followed you to the elevator. You pushed the button and waited.

"We need a plan" you said.

"I don't do plans" John's raspy voice answered.

You chuckled. Of course he didn't.

"But we'll talk. We need to gather info." He said looking at you.

You simply nodded, staring into his eyes for a moment. You could feel your heart jump and your temperature rise just by the way he looked at you. You mentally slapped yourself for reacting like this.

"What are you staring at exactly?" You asked in an amused tone.

"You." John said in a low voice.

"What for?" You asked again.

"That dress looks good on you."

You were taken aback by his compliment but you smirked showing off your confidence.

"I know. That's why I bought it Mister Wick."

Giving a little emphasis on his name, you heard the elevator ring, perfectly timed, and you walked in. John made a step to walk in but you put your hands on his chest, caressing him over his jacket and leaned in just enough so you could whisper to him. You could see his small frown, the way he was taken aback from the sudden situation and it made you mentally high five yourself. You softly pushed him out as the doors closed, throwing him a devilish grin.

"You'll have to wait for the next one, Mister wick."

The doors closed on him, as he looked at you, mouth slightly agape. You chuckled to yourself in the closed elevator as you pushed the button to reach your level. You let yourself against the elevator wall and thought about your current situation.

You knew more or less that Luana was a careful woman. She will protect herself and it will be hard to get to her. You sighed. You still needed to find a way to kill her. You had to talk to some sources to confirm a few of your infos but you and John would manage. After all, you, and the Baba yaga could make a great team. Your thoughts wandered back to mister wick. You were unhappy of the effect he had on you. You seemed to be careless around him, letting him take control a bit too often. But to be honest he peaked your curiosity. You wanted to know more about him. You felt confronted to a dilemma. Wanting to get rid of him for putting you into this mess or staying close to him, and see where would that lead you. 'probably to hell' you thought, smiling.

You walked out of the elevator stepping into the hallway and walked up to your door.

Getting guns, knives, daggers and poison wouldn't be a problem. You had your own little shop. You stepped into your room, letting yourself fall on the queen bed. You stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. You felt a bit annoyed that your vacation had been so rudely interrupted but the situation was interesting. You'll even manage to get the city rid of two awful little shits. You sat up, taking off your sandals. You wanted a warm bubble bath. No vacation did not mean no relaxing. You stood up as the phone rang. You picked it up.

"Alo?" You asked.

"(y/n)." You bit your lip at the sound of John's voice, suddenly setting your mind in a playful mood.

"Oh, hi mister wick!" You cheerfully called.

"When would you be free for me to pass by your room?" He asked.

"Well, i was going to enjoy a bath, but perhaps would you join me?" You innocently asked.

"That's a dangerous offer…" his voice sounded darker and lower and a shiver ran down your spine.

"Is it now? Does the wolf not like water?" You asked again, clearly making this up as you go.

"The kitten should be a bit more afraid of the so said wolf."

He hit a bit your pride, by calling you kitten. It was a cute nickname, but you were trying to look like something else to him, something more intimidating. But whatever, you still blushed at the nickname. Playtime was however over and you really wanted that bath.

"Mew!" You softly moaned, cheerfully, as you hung up.

You smiled to yourself and made your way to the bathroom. The bathroom was quite big, just like your room. The bathtub was placed in the center of the room, and looked antique and you adored it. You let the water run, throwing a bit of bubble bath soap into it. The soft smell of almond filled the room as you got undressed. You took a glance at the city through the window, the beautiful lights making the city look majestic. You smiled to yourself before turning back to your bathtub. You threw your (h/l) into a bun, waited a bit more before finally closing the tab and stepping into the warm water. You hummed as you let yourself go.

You closed your eyes, loving the feeling of the warm water on your skin after such a long evening. Your mind still raced over the possibilities and the plans you could use to get rid of Luana, but someone your thoughts always ended up going back to Charming, mister Wick. You sighed to yourself. 'he's not even that attractive' you tried to convince yourself before rolling your eyes at yourself. 'who the fuck am I lying to? That man is a fucking god.'

You slightly shook your head trying to keep any thoughts of the dangerously handsome looking man at bay. You kept your eyes closed. Focusing on your breathing. The water was slowly turning colder and colder and you knew you should get out, but right now you didn't feel like moving at all.

Perhaps it should have been wiser. Perhaps you should have payed a bit more attention to that little cracking noise you heard but shrugged it off, because, the continental was after all… the safest place? But not everyone follows rules. You didn't even pinpoint the exact moment when you felt your head being shoved underwater, it was like, suddenly realizing it. You opened your eyes, the soapy water stinged a bit while you tried to see who could be stupid enough to run business on continental ground. Panic quickly rushed over you as your lungs burnt from the need of air. You tried to fight back, scratching the man, or at least it looked like one, and kicking your legs. The seconds were stretching out like minutes and you tried to punch away the person who was keeping your head underwater. You were slowly starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air, as darkness seemed closer and closer when suddenly the pressure on your head stopped and in a matter of a seconds you threw yourself up, lashing out of the water. You gasped for air immediately, your lungs burning and your heart racing. You felt extremely dizzy and it was like your mind was in a haze, you couldn't hear properly and you still took in air harshly.

Your mind was trying to process what just happened. Someone had managed to walk into your hotel room and had tried to kill you. Drowning you in your own bath. 'well that's embarrassing' you thought to your own self trying make yourself react. You glanced around and saw John standing next to the bath, confusion rushing over you. Your bun had undone itself and your wet hair stuck to your skin. You suddenly felt cold, but you were softly gaining back control over your senses.

"J-ohn..?" You asked in a broken voice.

"Hey! hey! Are you okay?" John looked a bit more panicked than you.

His hands cupped your face making you look at him. You blinked a few times finally feeling better, exhausted and your throat and lungs still burning but, focused on reality. You took a glance behind John finally seeing a man laying on the ground.

"(y/n)!"

You suddenly turned your gaze to John. Your felt tears sting your eyes, honestly confusing you if it was from the shock of the latest event or simply the bath soap still burning a bit your eyes.

"I-I'm ok… how.. how did this even happen?" You tried to ask slightly confused.

"Apparently the contract on our heads must have a really heavy prize." John's said, still examining you with his eyes.

His hands haven't left your face and you stared into his eyes for a second. Maybe was it the tiredness, the way John looked at you worriedly, the cold air or even god knows what but you let out a sob. You tried to hold back however, not used to crying in front of anyone.

"Hey, hey, it's over, you're safe.. I already called management." John tried to reassure you, bringing you in for a small hug, as you wet his jacket.

You closed your eyes taking a deep breath and blinked a few times trying to gain back composure.

"Could you give me a towel please?" You said gaining back control over your voice again. "Or are you still thinking about joining me in the bath? Mister Wick." You said with a soft smirk, leaning back while looking at him.

He sighed, looking almost disappointed to be unable to play the prince charming coming to save the princess. But you were no princess, you were a queen, and even if your were grateful for John's help, you didn't want to look vulnerable again. He handed you a soft white towel and you stood up from the water, stepping out of the tub, not really paying attention to your very naked body until you saw John blush and look away. You still smirked, grabbing the towel, brushing your fingers against his for a second, before wrapping the towel around your body. 'Even at the doors of death I'm good at what I do' you thought to yourself. John grabbed your wrist softly and pulled you out of the bathroom unto the bed. You sat down as the door suddenly swung open. You softly smiled at a very panicked Amalia who rushed to you. She wrapped you in a tight hug, as the concierge and a few other security men, rushed to the bathroom.

"Are you alright?!" Amalia asked finally pulling away.

"I'm fine it's-"

"Do you need the doctor?" She said suddenly look at your lip. You ran a finger there to feel just a small cut. You must have bit it in the panic, but there was barely any blood. John and you didn't even notice it was when you were in the tub.

"No I'm fine really…" you said smiling at her.

She turned to John, in a very serious way, and wrapped him into a hug. You chuckled in your corner covering your mouth as you watched John's face. He sent you a dark look which you perfectly ignored.

"Mister Wick, how can I thank you?" Amalia said, pulling away but keeping her hands on his shoulder.

You still smiled at John who glanced at you for a second.

"You don't have to" John simply said.

"I insist!" Amalia said in a loud voice. "I will give you both the best suite of the hotel."

You suddenly lost your smile.

"Wait, what, both?" You asked Amalia.

"You did not think for a second that after this i'd let you alone?" She spoke looking at you frowning.

You were slightly shocked and embarrassed at the idea of sharing a suite with John and it clearly showed. He a had smirked spread across his face that you answered with a dark look thrown at him.

"Amalia, I don't need a babysitter." You said, watching John frown at the nickname with the corner of your eye.

"He's not babysitting you! Though you need it !" Amalia said in a reproachful tone, making her way to the bathroom.

You were still blushing in embarrassment and slight anger when you noticed John's now wide grin. You stuck your tongue out at him, as he chuckled.

"Don't be so thrilled to share a room with me mister Wick." You said teasing him.

He lost his smile and glared at you.

"At least we'll be safer than alone in our corners." John said, his voice a bit cold.

You sighed. He was right. At the moment being alone was not the best way to go. You softly nodded, looking away. You walled over to your suitcase grabbing some underwear, shorts and a top to throw on. You looked up at John who was eyeing you up and down. You smirked deviously again as you walked up to him Innocently.

"John, could you help me?" You asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He frowned lightly before nodding. You unwrapped the towel from your body as you stood in front of him. He quickly looked away, as you clearly noticed the soft blush on his cheeks.

"What are you?!..." John spoke in an angry voice.

"I need you to hold the towel around me while I change. I can't go in the bathroom." You spoke in a 'isn't it obvious?' tone.

John groaned but grabbed the towel anyway, trying not to glance a you. You tried to get dressed in the small space you had but you kept falling or brushing into John's chest as you kept yourself from chuckling under his dark gaze. When you were finally dressed, John' threw away harshly the towel on the bed, stepping away from you. You felt slightly sad from his reaction, but hid it. Amilia walked back into the room, his men carrying the guys who attempted to murder you.

"I will take care of this one. Luis will show you to your new room." Amalia said.

"Wait, is there anyway to excommunicate Luana? She's probably the one who sent the attack." You asked frowning slightly.

"I wish. But this is an assassin. He willingly accepted to run business on Continental grounds. Luana did not come herself to attack you. He is unfortunately the only one who I can excommunicate." Amalia said in a disappointed tone.

You nodded, feeling as disappointed as her. It wouldn't be that easy to get rid of her. You glanced at John who had stepped back closer to you. He glanced at you as well as you shared a knowing look. You'd have to fight and end this as soon as possible.

"Now. Have a good night, both of you." Amalia spoke, making you both look at her as she left.

The concierge staying behind.

"Let me show you your room. Your things will be brought to you." He said in a monotonous voice.

You turned to John one last time before following the man. You couldn't believe you had to share a suite with him. You didn't really want to. But staying alone in your room was not a better option. You were used to near death experiences, but this. It had felt like you had been caught being utterly vulnerable. It made you fill with rage. You were thankful for John's arrival, but you felt guilty and awful to have needed his help. You had always been able to keep your own self safe. You sighed, letting yourself against the elevator wall. You could feel John eyes on you, but you decided to not return his look.

You reached the upper level of the hotel, the one you could only reach with a special key, because the entire floor was made of two suites. Amalia's one and the other one which you assumed had to be for you and John. You stepped out of the elevator, your arms folded on your chest. You let John enter the room first, quickly following behind. The suite was enormous. It was composed of a big living room, with a private bar, and a glass door leading to a balcony. You looked around, without saying a word, noticing two other doors but too tired to explore. The concierge left, announcing you that your things would be brought up in a few minutes. You sighed. Your mind running on the recent events. How did you manage to be so absent minded? You had heard something a few minutes before the attack but you didn't even check. You sat in one of the couch, folding your legs underneath you.

You were pondering on the possible plans of attack you had, when you felt something around your shoulders. You looked back at John who had thrown a soft, fluffy blanket over your shoulders. You threw him a soft smile as he walked to sit next to you on the couch.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his raspy voice bringing you back to the real world.

"Like someone who almost died." You answered.

"Well, considering our business, perfectly fine I suppose." He said with a smirk.

You chuckled at him. Feeling your shoulder brush against his. He picked up something you hadn't noticed before, which seemed to be a piece of cotton that he brought to your lip. You flinched a bit but let him take care of it.

"It almost looks like I've tamed you." His voice was softly lower.

You stared in front of you, smirking a bit. You waited for him to be done before speaking.

"Nah-ah, it's just for tonight."

"Just for tonight?"

"Yeah"

"So you're not going to purr like a cat again?"

"Nah-ah. Maybe tomorrow."

You looked at each other, softly smiling. Yes, just for tonight you'll let your shield down. You'll stop annoying him, just for tonight. You'd be a tiny bit nicer, because after all, he saved you. You felt him stand up to clean up the med kit when you grabbed his hand.

"Stay."

John looked taken aback and honestly so where you of your own reaction.

"Talk to me. Please."

Well that felt even less natural. But it seemed to bring you back to reality every time you heard his husky voice. He sat back down next to you.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Hum.." you froze. What were you even going to talk about. "Well… do… do you have any tattoos? " You finally said, letting out the first thing that crossed your mind.

He frowned a bit.

"Yeah. I do." He simply spoke.

You nodded.

"Ok. Nice." You said. Feeling a bit awkward.

"Do you, have a tattoo?" He asked back.

"I do, wait look." You said reaching for your hip, lifting up your shorts and panties on your right side, revealing a small little sunflower. You watched John smirk as his hand went to touch it. You shivered a bit at the feeling of his thumb running over it. It was barely bigger than his thumb. You smirked at his look of wonder.

"Do you like it?" You asked in a giggle.

He suddenly remembered the situation pulling away. You snickered again.

"It's very minimalist, and it's a pretty... hidden… place." He said.

"Huh-huh. I prefer it like this."

"You don't like big tattoos?"

You thought for a minute.

"It's not that I don't like them, just not on my skin." You simply said.

He nodded again. He seemed to think for a second watching you, before he reached to undo his tie. You watched him with fascination almost as he started to take off his jacket, his tie, unbutton his shirt… you felt hypnotized, blushing slightly. The sight of his softly toned chest, his shoulders as he let the fabric fall down made your mouth dry up. You finally saw ink in his skin. You opened your mouth in awe as he turned his back to you. The tattoo was beautiful, big, but it had something… you didn't know exactly how to describe it. It was old, probably from his past. You let your fingers softly touch the inked skin of his back, where the enormous crossed layed, in between his shoulders. The warmth of his body radiating through your fingertips, you let them contour the cross, your touch as light as a feather. You could hear his breath hitch at the contact. It made you wonder how long John had been touch deprived for.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by a knock on the door followed by Amalia walking in. She froze at the scene. And you blushed heavily as John threw his shirt over his shoulders again. You felt slightly sad, you wanted to explore a bit more the design.

"So I leave you alone for a few minutes and you are already undressing him?" Amalia's annoyed voice rang making you blush furiously.

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Fic: Sympathy for the Devil (John Wick x Reader) 2/4

Summary: Your best friend is getting married and you’re very excited until you find out that your ex is coming to the wedding. After a night of too much drinking and without a date for the big day, you summon a demon to make a deal.

Part 1

Author’s notes: I was gonna wait until Wednesday to post this, but you know what? F*ck it! Let’s be chaotic! Have some more demon!John my good people! I was pleasantely surprised at how many of you responded to this. Thank you for being as interested as Demon!John as my crazy brain and @toomanystoriessolittletime (but she doesn’t really count because we already established we share the same brain! lol Kidding! I love you). So here’s chapter 2 and a brandnew cover! Thank you @themanthemyth-thelegend for lending me your photoshop skills to add the title. Love you lots!

Wordcount: 3470

Warnings: once again mentions of alcohol and nausea and hangovers (but no one throws up, I promise!)

It took you a moment to finally open your eyes after the kiss. You didn’t think anything could feel that good and that might have been the best kiss you had in a long time. Maybe in your entire life. You were almost disappointed that John had broken away because it made you feel a strange sort of loss.

When your mind finally stopped racing enough for you to pay attention to your surroundings again, you noticed John was nowhere to be found and there was no trace of him. No sign he had even been there in the first place. Maybe your inebriated and horny brain did conjure him up after all. Shaking your head, you returned home, setting the jewelry box on your bedside table and crawling under the covers. As you closed your eyes, you were convinced the entire thing had been a weird dream.

The next morning your head was pounding, your stomach churned with every movement and your mouth tasted like something had died inside. You stumbled blindingly into your bathroom, fighting off nausea. The shower made you feel a little more human and awake. The fresh pot of coffee, the stack of pancakes and a bottle of aspirin waiting for you when you got to the kitchen finished off the job.

“Didn’t hear you come in last night,” your mother commented while you shoveled pancake goodness into your mouth.

“Went drinking with the girls,” you replied around a mouth full and your mother grimaced in disgust, making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t like you were doing that in public. It was just you and her, but she always made a big deal about your manners. It wasn’t as bad as in your pageant girl days, but it was still annoying.

Back then your mother would control every aspect of your life and behavior, because being a pageant queen herself, she always dreamt of passing on her legacy to her daughter. You lost count of how many times she told you how she and her dad struggled to conceive for years and had pretty much given up hope when she found she was pregnant of you, their little miracle, and her dream had come true at least.

You kind of enjoyed at first, the whole pageant life. All the tiaras and pretty dresses were fun, but as you grew older, your interest shifted and you always felt like she never had forgiven you completely for not going forward with it, choosing college and police academy instead of state and national pageants.

“I ironed your dress for tonight and hung it in the laundry room,” she said conversationally bringing you back to the present and you winced, appetite gone.

“Thanks, mom,” you said pushing the plate away from you.

You had blissfully forgotten the entire wedding/rehearsal dinner and the fact that you’d be running into Ryan on both but here was your mom bringing it all back. It wasn’t really her fault. She didn’t know he was in town, much less the details of your breakup. All you told your parents was that you two were done. They didn’t ask for details too relieved that it was finally over.

After washing your plate and refilling your mug, you went back to your childhood room, planning on doing some work before it was time for dinner, but stopped at the sight of the jewelry box and book of shadows.

Part of you wanted to believe you didn’t go to the middle of the street like a lunatic to play summoning demons, but the cut on your finger was still there, so was the box. That did happen. Could John had been real? He couldn’t be, right? What was more plausible? That you summoned a demon from the pits of hell or that your hallucinated a gorgeous man due to too much alcohol?

You cleaned the box and put your necklace back on with snort before powering your laptop so you could write up some reports, being confronted with the low battery light. You dug through your bag, searching for your charger but apparently, you had left at home. This was so not your day.

“I’m heading into town,” you called out from the front door as you put on your shoes. “Anybody want anything?”

“Could stop by at Callum’s, see if the books I ordered arrived?” your father asked and you called a quick agreement before you stepped out into the sunny spring day.

You considered taking your car but decided that a walk would do you some good so you put your earbuds, blasting one of your playlists and after twenty minutes you were at the heart of town, waving at familiar faces as you made a beeline to the electronic store to buy yourself a new charger, before heading to the antique books dealer a couple of blocks down the road.

Callum’s bookstore was a little place that had been standing for as long as you could remember and it was one of your favorite places in your home town. As you stepped inside a small chime rang out, announcing your arrival. To your surprise, it wasn’t Callum that stepped out to meet you, but a young man who smiled brightly at you.

“Welcome to Callum’s books. How can I help you?”

“My father ordered some books,” you said, offering your last name and watching as the man – Clark according to his nametag – typed on a computer. Apparently, Callum was beginning to modernize his business.

“They’re in the back. I’ll pack them up for you,” Clark replied with another smile, before disappearing behind a door.

You wandered aimlessly, browsing the book spines, picking up random titles that caught your attention to flip through it. There was something magical about reading through words that someone else had read one day or even made notes. It was a unique story inside a story.

As you read through a dedicatory in one of the books you picked up, you felt the familiar prickling on the back of your neck, the strange, uncomfortable feeling of being watched that always made the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on its ends.

You breathed slowly left hand falling to your waist but coming up empty. You didn’t have your holster with you because you weren’t on duty. This wasn’t New York, this was your hometown a city where the worst kind of crime that had ever happened in the last ten years was someone vandalizing the high school principal’s car.

Setting the book back, you turned around, breath catching in your throat when you saw John there, leaning against one of the bookcases and watching you with his intense dark eyes.

“Hello, darling.”

Your mouth moved wordlessly for a couple of seconds as you tried to make your brain work through your shock. He was real? You didn’t hallucinate or dream him?

“No, you didn’t,” he said, lips drawing into a smirk as he took a step towards you. “We did indeed meet at the crossroads and make a deal.”

“Right,” you croaked, the memory of kissing him enough to make your knees weak.

Fortunately, you heard Clark calling your name and had an excuse to look away from John and focus on the friendly seller instead. As you reached for the pile of carefully wrapped books, John swiped in, picking them up for you.

“Why don’t I give you a hand, darling?” he said, not giving you a chance to answer, his gaze shifting to Clark. “Tell Callum I’ll meet him tomorrow to see the other book.”

Before you had a chance to protest, John had already stepped outside his long legs giving him an unfair advantage and you had no other choice but follow. He made his way to a gorgeous Mustang holding your books under his arm, as he opened the passenger door for you.

You stood there still too stunned to know what to do. Were you really about to get into the car of a strange man, possibly a demon? Before your mind could finish processing that thought, your legs had already moved you forward and you got in. John flashed you a smile as he handed your books before closing the door.

“You look like you could use a drink,” he teased, turning on the engine and you snorted. It was ten in the morning and you were still nursing a hangover but he was absolutely right.

“I’ll settle for some coffee,” you said instead and John nodded, driving the short distance to the same diner you had been at with your friends yesterday. The two of you even sat at the same booth nursing the burned coffee as you just stared at each other, the air heavy with tension.

“You have questions,” John said, finally breaking the silence. “Ask them.”

“You’re really a demon?” you blurted out and he chuckled, giving you a quick nod. “Prove it.”

“You want me to grown horns and a tail or something?” he asked with a smirk and you snorted. That would be quite funny and ridiculous. “It would.”

“And you can read my mind.” It was an assertion, but John still nodded. You wondered how that would feel, to listen to everyone’s thoughts.

“A little bit like listening to a radio that’s picking up interference,” he replied, startling you and he even looked surprised himself like he wasn't expecting to tell you. “I can hear yours much clearer. Other people, they’re usually just whispers, and I need to focus a little more.”

“So, I guess I have to be careful about what I think around you, huh?” you said with a smile, which John returned.

“Probably.”

And just because you could, you conjured up a mental picture of him with bright red horns sticking out of his dark hair. John nearly spat out of coffee, laughing and you chuckled too, relaxing.

The silence stretched between the two of you again, but strangely it wasn’t uncomfortable. John set your nerves on edge, but not in a bad way. It was more like eager expectation, the same you used to feel every Christmas morning before coming down the stairs to find your presents. He was a fascinating surprise you were anxious to unravel.

“What exactly happens with this deal?” you asked, drumming your fingers on the table, just to have something to do.

“You get what you want and I get what I want. Simple as that.”

“And what you want?” you met his gaze that seemed to electrify your body and steal your breath with its intensity.

“What you think I want, darling?” he asked, tracing the brim of his cup as he watched you and you swallowed hard, looking away.

“My soul?” You guessed and for the third time, Joh just nodded. It was refreshing to meet someone this honest. “But I didn’t give you that in the deal.”

“True. But there are other ways to get it. Just takes longer.”

“Is there a way to break the deal?” you asked.

“Do you want to?”

You thought about it and you should want it. You were sitting across a literal demon who just told you point-blank that he wanted your soul. You should want to stay as far away as possible end this before it even began but something was stopping you. A sort of morbid curiosity, the same one that pushed you to the crossroads last night. That part of you wanted to see how far John would go to have your soul and how far could you push back, challenge him.

“No,” you said finally and John smiled, it was almost wolfishly, predatorial and made you shudder.

“Then what time should I pick you up tonight?”

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Eight on the dot John pulled up in front of her house, dressed in one of his best dark suits, his hair pushed back and away from his face. He surveyed the two stores Greek revival style construction, the picket white fence and perfectly manicured lawn. The embodiment of the American dream.

With a smile, John walked up the stone pathway to the front door and before he could even reach for the doorbell, it was pulled open and there she stood in a navy-blue dress falling just above her knees and a deep neckline that commanded his eyes to take a peek at her generous cleavage.

The dark color of the dress complimented her porcelain skin, just like the dark shade of red of her lipstick that kept pulling his eyes to her full lips and the way her hair was pulled up exposing her neck almost dared him to kiss it. She looked irresistible and John couldn’t help but want to wreck her, taint the pristine purity he could feel on her.

“You look beautiful, darling,” he said and she actually blushed, lowering her gaze, a shy smile across her lips.

“Thank you.”

She took the hand John offered her, letting him lead her to his car. He could feel her hesitation, doubt filling her mind again, along with concern for her friends at the thought of bringing a demon to the rehearsal dinner.

“You have nothing to worry about, darling,” John reassured. “I’m bound to you until our deal is completed. I will not harm you or anyone you care about. I have no reason to do so. Not unless they threaten me.” John could tell she was inclined to believe him, but there was still a hint of uncertainty. “Rest assured that I will never lie or deceive you. Not when the truth can get me everything I need.”

She met his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment, searching for the truth in them. John knew she was very apt at spotting lies if due to her training or natural talent, he had yet to discover, but John was very happy that he was being completely honest with her. Apparently satisfied with what she saw in his gaze, she nodded and got into the car.

It was a short drive to the Italian restaurant the rehearsal dinner was being held and when John handed his keys to the valet, he also included a healthy tip. It was much easier to assure the safety of his car by being generous than being threatening.

He offered his arm, noticing how small her hand looked tucked by his elbow as he guided the way to the entrance. As they stepped closer to the door, John was flooded with her anxiety, the fear of running into her ex and his new girlfriend and uncertainty about her looks. It was overwhelming and unsettling and John was getting nauseous himself, so he entwined their fingers together and squeezed lightly. She looked over at him almost surprised as John offered his reassurance.

“Everything will be fine,” he said against her ear, making sure his lips grazed her skin just to see her shiver and gasp. Once again he was overtaken by her scent, making him unsteady with want. He pulled away, noticing the way her eyes were a little glazed too. It was good to know that he wasn’t the only one affected.

They quickly located their table, sitting side by side and John ordered her some sparkling wine to settle her nerves and bourbon for himself.

As the night progressed and conversation flowed, John could tell she had relaxed considerably as she talked and laughed with her friends. He piped in every now and then, but his focus was mainly on her, making sure she was enjoying herself, that her glass was always full, but alternating with water so the wouldn’t get sick.

He kept an arm around her shoulders, fingers either playing with the loose strands of hair on her nape or with the delicate chain of her necklace as he sipped his own drink. John didn’t quite understand his need to have a constant point of physical contact with her but didn’t question it and she didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, whenever he pulled his hand away for any reason, she searched for it, leaning against his touch like a cat starved for affection.

When she stood up to make her toast, John tried to ignore the loss, focusing instead on scanning the rest of the guests. He had noticed a blonde man staring at her all night and wondered if that was the ex-boyfriend. Regardless, John made sure she remained oblivious to him and he didn’t dare to come closer.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her hugging the bride after her speech, the two of them exchange quiet words. A rush of pleasure shot through his body as she lied about him to her best friend. It was small, but it was a sin and her guilt tasted like rich coffee in his tongue, bitter but delicious. He grinned into his bourbon, glancing to where he saw her, but finding the spot empty.

As John looked around for her a sudden ache in his chest chased away any enjoyment that came from tainting her soul, confusing him because he never felt bad about corrupting anyone before. Then again, he never really met anyone like her before.

He took a moment to tune into her thoughts, listening to how she chided herself for lying to her friend and for being smitten by John. He almost smiled because she was a very intelligent woman. She could tell John was manipulating her, using his ability to be privy to her thoughts and feelings to give her everything she wanted, but she still couldn’t fight her attraction any more than he could fight his.

There was a moment of silence and then John was overcome by panic. It squeezed his gut and made him stood up in an instant, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving. She was terrified and the need to find her grew impossible to ignore or fight against. John let their bound guide him, finding her cornered by the blonde man just outside the restroom. Apparently, he was indeed the ex.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights and it brought forth a savage urge in John to ripping this man to shreds. He could actually feel the thrum of power barely contained under his skin and knew that if he looked into a mirror right now he would find his eyes were pitch black.

John pushed down at his impulses, a little shocked at his lack of control and protectiveness towards her. He never cared about the ones he made deals before. They were just meat sacks carrying around the prize he wanted. Not her though. She was different to him and he didn’t know why.

“There’s something you need to know about our breakup.” John heard the man said just as he moved closer to them, making the other man shut up.

“There you are, darling,” John said catching her gaze and her relief was obvious.

He moved towards her with sure steps, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to his body, giving into the possessiveness he seemed to be feeling for her. He was rewarded by the feel of her tense muscles relaxing in his embrace as she hugged him back, her thumb hooking on the belt loops of his trousers.

Once he felt she was safe and protected, John shifted his attention to the ex-boyfriend. Examining the other man and enjoying way too much the terrified look in his face as he confronted the darkness of John’s eyes.

“Hello. I don’t think we’ve met,” he said offering Ryan a hand. “John.”

“Ryan,” the blonde said, his voice cracking slightly, and John smiled. Spineless asshole, not worthy of his time. He shifted his gaze to her, dismissing Ryan.

“Are you ready to go? It’s getting quite late.” She nodded quickly, letting John guide her away from Ryan, her relief growing at each step they took.

“Thank you. How did you know?”

“We’re bounded, my darling. I will always know when you need me,” he said caressing her arm soothingly and pressing a quick kiss to her temple. The action surprised both of them. John didn’t mean to be this gentle and he realized she wasn’t the only one getting too involved.

He waited while she said her goodbyes to the bride and groom, another lie slipping easily through her lips. The rush of sin wasn’t as big, neither was her guilt. Once she was ready, John led her outside where his car was already waiting. This time, she didn’t hesitate on getting in the car, as a matter of fact, as John took the driver’s seat, all he could feel coming for her was comfort and relief.

tbc

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Dancing for Daddy

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Female Reader

Summary: ((Porn with plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)) Roman likes what he sees when he catches you letting loose and dancing on the table.

Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, language, glove kink (bc of COURSE), Dom/Sum, Daddy kink, unprotected sex

Rating: MATURE/18+

Word Count: TBD

Note: I’ve spent a good two weeks daydreaming about this man. // Does NOT contain Birds of Prey spoilers!

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Smut Prompt 56 --- John X Reader

A lovely anon requested #56 from the smutty prompt list so here it is!

Prompt in BOLD

John x Reader

A/N: Warnings for alcohol, (responsible) casual sex

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He was sitting at the bar. Drinking his usual, top shelf bourbon, neat. His hands so large it made the heavy crystal tumbler look small and fragile. “Hey John.” You greeted him as you made yourself comfortable on the stool next to his, settling in, shooting a smile towards Addy as you waited for her to finish serving someone else. John nodded and tipped his drink at you. He wasn’t much for words and that was more of a greeting than he’d give anyone else so you took it. You sipped your wine in silence for a while. Noticing his glass was empty you gently settled your hand on his forearm. “Next one’s on me. If you’d like.” His eyes narrowed slightly, eyebrows furrowed as he stared down at the hand you’d placed on his arm. He finally looked up at you with an unreadable gaze but the corner of his lips lifted in something that resembled the beginning of a smirk. “Sure.” He finally answered. Returning his gaze back to your hand. You squeezed his arm and gestured to Addy for another round before picking up your glass and finishing the last of your wine.

Two drinks became three. Conversation flowed between you rather naturally, if not shockingly well considering John wasn’t exactly known for his chattiness. It felt like there was something between you but that goddamn inscrutable face of his made it difficult to know what. “Fuck it.” You thought. “When would you get another chance?” You reached over and picked up his bourbon, tipped the glass to your lips and took a sip as John watched before he took the drink out of your hand. You smacked your lips. “Dark, smoky, but maybe a little sweet for my taste.” You said. “I would have thought that was exactly your taste.” He challenged. “Bold of you to assume.” You said as you moved your hand to his thigh. He leaned in closer to you, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he spoke into your ear over the din of the bar. “I never assume. I know.” He said. He moved away again and took another sip of his drink. You drained your glass and slid a coin across the bar before you stood up. Your fingers rested lightly on his shoulder as you asked quietly. “Walk me to my room?” He finished the last of his bourbon and settled his hand on your lower back as he stood. Every motion was fluid. Elegant.

“Did you ever dance?” You couldn’t help but ask him as you made your way to the elevator.

“When I was a child. How did you know?”

“The way you move.”

“You’ve got a sharp eye.”

“You need that in this line of work.”

He laughed at that. Suddenly his usually inscrutable expression was a smile. Just for a moment.

“Come in for a drink?” You asked over your shoulder as you twisted the key in the lock.

“I’d like that.” He said.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and smiled to yourself as you opened the door. His hand tightened on your hip as you guided him into your room. He spun you to face him, his back against the closed door as his eyes dropped to your lips.

“Would you like that drink?”

“What I’d like---is to kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You challenged as you settled your hands on his chest.

He brought his face closer, his lips mere inches away from yours.

“An invitation.” He said.

You slid your hands down his chest and wrapped them around his waist.

“Kiss me.”

A slow grin spread across his face before he closed the rest of the distance between you and his lips to met yours. He brought his arms around you, crushing you against his chest.

"You have no idea how much I want you." He said. He spoke slowly, as if he wasn't entirely sure how you'd respond.

"I know, John. I've known since the bar."

"Really."

"You're not the flirty, aimlessly chatty type." You said as you loosened the knot of his tie. "You're purposeful in word---and hopefully---in deed." You left his undone tie around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt as he gazed a you. His eyes darkened with lust.

He covered your hands with his as you worked to pull the smooth, expensive leather through the buckle.

“Too fast?”

“Over there.” He said, nodding towards the bed.

You smiled demurely and raised an eyebrow before you walked backward, your hands still in his firm, warm grasp.

When the back of your legs hit the mattress he let go and slid his hands inside your velvet blazer, working it off your shoulders. He kissed along the exposed skin of your shoulder, nudging the strap of your silk tank top out of the way with his nose as he nimbly worked open your trousers.

They fell to the floor with a soft thud. Your hands instinctively went to his belt again.

“Can I?”

“Mmhmm.” He murmured as he slid his hands over your silk covered breasts.

Your breath hitched as he teased his thumbs over your nipples.

His pants joined yours on the floor. The belt buckle clinking as it hit the ground.

He nudged you backward onto the bed and hooked his fingers into the band of your lace panties, kneeling as he pulled them off. He looked comfortable there, between your thighs, placing open mouthed kisses closer and closer to where you wanted him to be.

“Wider.” He said.

You obliged and moved so he’d have more room.

He rewarded you with his tongue.

“Fuck.”

“You’re so wet.” He said as he slowly slid a finger inside you.

“You’re so GOOD. Fuck!” Your fingers gripped the duvet tightly.

He untangled your hand and placed it on his head, never lifting his mouth away from your clit.

You tugged his hair and earned a satisfied grunt from him.

He switched to lazily licking your clit before he turned his face up to look at you.

“Do you like to cum before you fuck? Or just get most of the way there?”

You sat up abruptly. He gazed up at you, from between your thighs waiting for your answer--his fingers still inside you.

“I--”

“What?” He asked with a not so innocent smile as he pressed his fingers against the spot that made your legs shake.

“You really are good at everything, aren’t you?”

“Mmm. Not everything.” He said, shaking his head. “I need an answer.”

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and looked up at you.

“Before.” You gasped.

The corners of his mouth turned up around his tongue as he went back to working you over with his fingers. He would moan softly as you pulled his hair and ground yourself against his face but he never stopped. It was like he was intent on devouring you whole.

You muffled your moans with your hand as you got closer and closer but it barely contained the sound. The pressure built up in your core released and you went rigid. He kept his tongue pressed against you until you lifted his face away from you by pulling his hair.

He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face and chest flushed as you struggled to catch your breath.

He balanced himself on the bed as he stood up and leaned down to kiss you. His cock pressed against you as he slid his tongue into your mouth and you both moaned at the feeling of it.

He pulled back and walked over to his jacket. He dug a condom out of his wallet and you made room for him on the bed as he rolled it on.

“You ok with being on top?” He asked in between kisses.

Your brain was still hazy from earlier. “Mmmhmm.” You nodded.

He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. You reached down and gripped him, guiding him to the right spot before you slowly sank down onto his cock.

“Fuck.” You hissed as you accomodated his size. Neither one of you moved for a moment.

“You ok?” He asked considerately and without arrogance. Brushing his large hand over your cheekbone.

His thumb brushed across your lips and you opened your mouth---taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it as you started to move.

His eyes closed and his mouth dropped open slightly. “You feel so good.”

You balanced yourself on his chest as you rocked and moved your hips. He settled his hands on your ass. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he guided you up and down. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours. Nearly laying flat on his chest as you pushed yourself back against him. He let go of your hips and held your arms, his feet planted on the bed as he thrust up into you. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with each deep thrust. You whined against his neck as you came with a gush. “Oh!” He gasped and then sucked in a breath. He kissed you hungrily as his thrusts became harder and faster until he slammed into you one last time and gripped you tightly as he shook a little underneath you.

You pulled off of him and shifted onto your side, tossing your arm around his quickly rising and falling chest.

He turned to look at you silently asking you if it was good---a worn out smile on his face. He looked open, and soft like this. Not like the man everyone else got to see at the bar downstairs.

You let out a little laugh. “Whoever winds up with you will be a very, very lucky person John.”

He turned his face and gazed up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, that’s the part I’m not good at.” He said and when he looked back at you he was the man from the bar downstairs again.

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