#also I need someone to shake me and tell me firmly that I'm not allowed to apply for random internships out of panic

[considerad]

my brain is squelched.

[malleleothreesome]

Stage Sex - Fellow Honest x Fem Reader (Part One)

🌟 summary: Fellow convinces you to become his latest star, taking your virginity shibari style in front of a live audience. ༶༶༶ 🌟 warnings: afab fem reader. Porn with plot – if the plot is him convincing you to partake in the porn. I didn't write this with the intent of it being dubcon (in my mind, reader is a willing participant, and I never describe her as otherwise), but please err on the side of caution if you're sensitive to that. It's starring Fellow Honest, after all – he comes prepackaged with manipulation skills. He does use a bit of his UM after reader already consents, and I refer to his magic as hypnosis, playing into the fact that you're obedient to him and he can use you as he pleases. There is a MAJOR VOYEURISM theme to this. He calls you names like "good girl", "slut" and "whore". In part 1 he helps bring you to clitoral orgasm for the first time while he jerks himself off. Also a few lines of cunnilingus and some fingering. Shibari bondage starts in part 2, additional warnings will be listed there. Please let me know in the comments if I missed a warning or tag idk I haven't written something of this caliber before. ༶༶༶ 🌟 word count: 7.2k words because I'm DERANGED ༶༶༶ 🌟 song: Carousel - Melanie Martinez "And it's all fun and games... 'til somebody falls in love"

Fellow Honest’s tail swung back and forth. He had certainly done his research, and all of that hard work would finally pay off. He watched as you entered the theme park, skulking in the shadows behind the rest of the students. You struck him as an outcast—no friends, no family. A beautiful girl from another world, with a figure that would make even the Gods themselves lust after. The only magicless human girl at the all boy’s magic college. Nothing to lose. How perfect.

“Hello, Miss…?” Fellow’s eyebrow raises as he tilts his head, leaning towards you on his cane. His calculated, fox-like eyes drink in every inch of you. Extending his right arm out to you, he welcomes your hand into his.

“Y/N,” you answer, a bit startled at his overt friendliness. Yet, you allow his white satin glove to grasp firmly around your hand. 

“What a lovely name for such a breathtaking woman.” He bows forward to kiss your hand, maintaining fierce eye contact. In one swift motion, he turns toward his amusement park, wipes his mouth clean of your touch, and proudly waves his arm in the air to show off his property. 

“Miss Y/N! Welcome to Playfulland!” he boasts. He turns back toward you, weaseling his way deeper into your personal space. “It is an incredibly rare occasion to welcome someone as beautiful as you into my humble little park.”

You dismiss his praise with a flick of your palm and a shake of your head, desperately hoping not to blush. “Oh, no need to be so modest, dear. A shape like yours could make any man fall in love. I doubt the students at the college are the only ones that appreciate it.” A sly smile is plastered on his face while his eyes continue to look you up and down with intention. Your mind runs wild as you try not to absolutely melt into his praise. “Are you sure you’re not a talking doll? It’s a marvel that a woman so flawless could exist.”

You smile softly and look to the ground, cheeks burning. You tuck a strand of hair awkwardly behind your ear, stalling for composure. How are you supposed to respond to a handsome, magnetic stranger saying all the right things? Not a single soul has spoken so highly of you since you found yourself trapped in this world, forced to attend Night Raven College. Your growing ego leaves you no choice but to soak it all in.

“Tell me, Miss Y/N. Have you ever thought about becoming a performer?” He doesn’t pause to let you answer. “Why waste your valuable early 20’s by studying and attending lectures and surrounding yourself with pathetic boys? Women as blessed as you are don’t need a degree. Surely a wealthy man can care for you far beyond a measly degree. And while you wait for him, why not fill your days with fame, riches, and adoration from performing on my stage?”

You stand in a stunned silence. This guy isn’t holding anything back, is he? Charm and charisma ooze from each syllable, making your heart race. It feels a little wrong, basking in the praise of a stranger like this. But you feel beyond lonely and underappreciated at NRC. You long to feel wanted and cared about. Why not give this attractive, complimentary man a chance?

Before you know it, the fox beastman's arms are wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, how rude I am!" he exclaims. "I haven't even given you my name."

"Allow me to properly introduce myself." With a quick spin of his heels, he steps back and bows, taking your hand once again. "The name's Fellow Honest, owner of Playfulland." He lifts his head, keeping his eyes locked on yours. "But please, you're welcome to call me whatever you'd like." He winks.

You could have sworn you felt a physical spark. Suddenly lightheaded, you pull your hand from his grasp, heart pounding in your chest. You can't take your eyes off him. You can't tell if your nervous system is trying to tell you to run towards or away from him. The longer you stare into his fire-orange eyes, the weaker your knees feel. He’s so close you can feel the heat emanating off of his body—is his perfume made of magic? 

Something inside of you urges you to step away and re-evaluate. "Uh... I should probably get back to my friends," you stammer, trying to get your legs to move. "I'm sure they're wondering where I went. Thank you for the, uh, offer, though. I’ll think about it."

Fellow's arm is suddenly around your waist yet again, his fingers pressed firmly against your lower back as he pulls you close. Your eyes widen and your breathing hitches as you make contact with his chest. You feel his lips brush against your ear, and he whispers, "I have to insist, my dear. My employees are quite skilled, but you'd be the best thing that has graced my stage in years. It would be an honor to have someone of your caliber work for me."

His proximity. His hot breath on your ear. His possessive touch digging into the soft skin of your back. You feel a familiar flutter deep in between your thighs—you like this. You want to protest, to push him away, but the electricity between you is hypnotizing. His aroma—sweet wine and fresh roses—only adds to the spell, drowning out all logic and giving way to your body’s desperate pleas to take the lead.

"I have an office inside the theater where we can discuss this further, if you'd like," he purrs, and you can feel his lips curve into a smirk against your skin. "And please, take all the time you need. You're welcome to stay the night. We have luxurious rooms available—a small taste of the lifestyle you’d have if you make the right choice. I'll have someone escort you back to campus if you change your mind."

Your eyes dart around, desperately looking for a familiar face—a way out. Where the Hell did Ace go?! What about Leona or Trey–surely your upperclassmen should have stuck around to make sure the only magically defenseless student isn’t being taken advantage of by any sexy, suspicious strangers. Not to mention the fact that you’re the only girl at school. Chivalry must be extinct in Twisted Wonderland. You feel your heart drop: maybe they never cared about you at all.

Fellow's tail flicks in excitement as he watches your expression. Your eyes are wide and panicked, and he can sense your desperation. He smothers his own smile as your body language slowly indicates defeat. How utterly effortless! He has you right where he wants you. You're his to play with, and no one is there to stop him.

"Come now, dear, it won't hurt to indulge a little," Fellow coos sweetly. Your brain short circuits, blocking all thoughts unrelated to the electrifying feeling of his slender fingers dancing along your waistline. "You're already here! Why not stay and have some fun?" His lips find their way to your neck and you let out a soft gasp as a pulsing warmth radiates from your cunt.

"Fine," you finally whisper.

Fellow chuckles victoriously against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "I knew you’d be such a good girl." He spins you around, the sexual tension forcibly dissipating as he rips you from your lascivious thoughts and begins walking you down the cobblestone path. His hand rests on the small of your back, and his cane taps merrily against the concrete as you go. Your mind is still reeling from the shocking exchange, and you can barely match his pace as he escorts you to the grand theater. 

You stifle a blush as you hear park goers whisper amongst themselves, eyes glued on you, mouths falling open. "Who is that? Is she a celebrity?”

“She looks like a supermodel,” a woman chimes in, her tone covetous. 

Fellow would never waste an opportunity for free advertisement. He turns his head toward the group as you both keep walking. “Stick around ‘til after dark and you might just see this beauty show it all off on my grand stage!” He shouts, waving his cane in the air. 

The two of you enter the theater and Fellow wastes no time leading you up the stairs toward a private hallway. His hand never leaves your waist. You pass several doors before reaching a pair of large, heavy wooden doors, which Fellow opens with ease.

You can't help but gawk at the size of his office. A massive, ornate wooden desk sits in the middle of the room, flanked by shelves lined with books and trinkets. There's a fireplace and two plush leather couches, as well as a small bar in the corner of the room.

"Please, make yourself at home," Fellow says as he closes the door behind him. He makes his way over to the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine with two glasses. You perch on one of the leather couches and he joins you, placing the wine and glasses on the table in front of you. As you inspect his office, you can't help but feel drawn to a mannequin adorned with a gorgeous bejeweled brassiere and matching pants—if there’s enough coverage to even call them that. Your faces heat up, and you quickly turn away.

"Beautiful, isn't it? One of my favorites," Fellow says, following your gaze. "Unfortunately, no one has had the pleasure of modeling it just yet." He furrows his brows in disappointment. He pops the cork on the wine bottle and begins to pour. "Maybe tonight will be the night. How lucky for me that I have the perfect model."

Something is starting to feel very exciting about all of this. You’ve never had an opportunity to wear such a costume. After being enrolled in Night Raven College only because Crowley didn't know what else to do with you, being here is starting to feel quite freeing. And the way Fellow looks at you… you’ve never felt more attractive. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, gifting you the courage and desire to be exactly who he believes you to be.

"Would you like to try it on?"

The question catches you off guard. He's now looking smugly at you. Your cheeks flush red, but you hold eye contact.

"Wh-what?"

"The outfit, Darling," Fellow says, nodding his head toward the mannequin. "You can try it on if you'd like." You take a long sip of red wine, savoring the smooth fruitiness. It immediately goes to your head, and you can't help but down the rest of it.

"Come now, Love," Fellow says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We both know what you want."

You stare at the outfit and then back at him. Your whole body feels like it's on fire. This is a bad idea, right? Or is it?

"Okay," you say, almost surprising yourself.

Fellow claps his hands together in delight. "Wonderful! Don't worry, I'm a gentleman—I'll look away while you get changed."

You make your way over to the mannequin, wobbling a bit from the alcohol. The bra is a dark purple while the jewels are varying shades of blue, making the whole outfit glitter like the night sky. The "pants" are a matching, dark purple lace thong, with ribbon and jewel embellishments. There is a sparkling, sheer miniskirt attached, more of an accentuation than actual coverage. You reach out to touch the fabric, marveling at how silky it feels. It's so sexy. Imagining yourself wearing it on stage in front of thousands of people, with everyone staring at you, craving you, makes you a bit wet with excitement. Maybe you do want this.

You look at Fellow one more time to ensure he’s not peeping.

Reader, take note that Fellow is, in fact, peeping—through his pocket mirror that he is blocking with his body. He’s far too good at this. 

Feeling secure, you unbutton your uniform blazer, letting it slide off your shoulders and onto the floor. You undo the buttons of your shirt next, slowly exposing your bare chest. 

Fellow bites his lip as he stares into the mirror, watching in awe as you undress. Your body is even more incredible than he could have imagined. 

You slip off your shorts and underwear next, leaving you completely naked except for your bra. Your hands fumble a bit as you unhook the costume, letting it fall to the floor. 

Fellow feels his pants tighten. 

You can feel yourself getting more aroused, the excitement of being naked in a room with a stranger—soon to show off a revealing costume—starts to go to your head. You grab the brassiere off the mannequin, throwing your arms through the loops, eager to see if you look as good in it as you hope you will. 

Fellow takes his sweet time watching in the pocket mirror. He grins, pleased with your inexperience, watching carefully so that he can see every inch of your struggle, savoring in it. “Oh, how easy this is,” he thinks.

After finally finding the right combination of hooks and clasps, you manage to get the brassiere fastened. You gasp softly, feeling the cool jewels press against your nipples through sheer fabric. You can't help but feel like it was made specially for you. The way it pulls your boobs together to create perfect, plump cleavage gives you actual pride. You shimmy the panties on next, loving the way the lacy fabric rubs against your clit as you pull the thong taut against your hips—a tingling reminder that your body is desperate for any sort of friction that may be interpreted as pleasure. You give your ass a little shake as you put on the skirt, reveling in how good the material feels as it brushes against your bare skin. Engrossed in your own experience, you’re completely unaware that you're giving Fellow quite the show. 

He can't help but lick his lips, reaching down to massage his groin through his slacks. 

You spin around and strike a pose for your imaginary crowd, feeling powerful. 

"Are you ready, my love?" Fellow asks, startling you out of your daydream. 

He pockets his mirror and adjusts the front of his pants, trying to disguise his erection as best he can.

"I'm ready."

"Show me what you've got," he says. You both turn around to face each other and he gasps, his eyes widening and mouth falling open.

"My goodness, darling," he whispers. "You're exquisite."

The way he's looking at you makes you feel like the sexiest woman alive. You take a step forward, heart pounding in your chest. Fellow stands up, taking his cane in his hand. He walks over to you and stalks circles around you, gazing up and down as though inspecting merchandise. You yelp as his cold, hard cane smacks your ass.

Finally he stops directly in front of you, meeting your gaze once again. "Oh, Darling, you're an absolute vision." He cups your cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb across your lips. He wears a sinister smile, and you feel your mouth run dry as you finally realize how sharp his fangs are. You're almost certain he can tell how turned on you are right now.

He pulls away to replenish your wine glass.

"I can't wait to see you dance, my dear. You're going to be a star." He gazes dramatically into the distance, waving his hand like he’s envisioning your name written in dazzling lights. He hands you the full glass and you gulp it down greedily, eager for the liquid courage. You don't even care that this man is a total stranger—it actually makes it hotter.

"Oh, one more thing," Fellow says. He stands up and walks over to the mannequin, opening a drawer next to it and grabbing a matching set of lacy thigh highs. He kneels down in front of you, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he slips the stockings onto your feet. He repeats the process on your other leg, taking his time to run his hands up and down your thighs.

You bite your lip and look away, feeling embarrassed by how wet you are. He's so close to where you want him to touch you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stand this before giving in and doing something you might later regret.

Fellow stands up, his hands gliding up your legs as he does. He gently grabs your chin and tilts your head up so you're forced to look at him.

"What a naughty little minx," he whispers. "You're practically dripping." He smirks, once again bearing his fangs in the process.

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing pink.

Fellow laughs. "Oh, there's no use hiding it, love. I can smell it." He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your arousal. "It’s heavenly."

God dammit. You can't help but throw your head back in frustration from being outed so easily. Never underestimate a beastman's sense of smell.

He lets go of your chin and steps away from you. You let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Don't worry, darling," he says, making his way back to the bar. "I'll make sure you're properly taken care of." He refills his glass and downs it. He doesn't know how long he's going to be able to wait until he's inside you.

You try to get back on track to a more... professional topic. "So, is this the type of outfit I would wear if I were to perform?" You try to sound as innocent as possible.

Fellow laughs a slow, deranged, almost maniacal laugh that makes your skin crawl. "Oh, no, darling. Outfits like these are reserved for the backup dancers. With the plans I have for you, you'll be wearing far less." He sets his wine glass on his desk and opens one of the drawers, pulling out a roll of thin, dark brown rope. Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks toward you, unraveling the rope as he goes.

You stumble backwards instinctively and even in your drunken haze, you start trying to take note of your surroundings and look for the exit. "Is this a joke?" you ask, trying to sound as calm as possible. "You know you don't need to tie me up if you want me to stay, right?" You try your best to reason with him and hope to God you didn’t put yourself in harm’s way.

"Oh, I'm not tying you up to get you to stay, Miss Y/N." He puts on his most pleasant and agreeable facial expression, lips contorting into an innocent cat-like smile, eyes crinkled as he feigns benevolence. "It smells to me like you'd do that all on your own. Am I correct?" He tilts his head toward you and gazes into your soul with piercing, knowing eyes. 

He makes a show of walking over to the door and opening it, waving his hand through the open air of the doorframe. "Make no mistake, I'm certainly not forcing you to stay here. You are welcome to leave right now. I'll even let you keep the outfit, if you’d like." He gives you a knowing smirk and continues to hold the door open.

You gulp, feeling the familiar heat between your thighs grow stronger. Your mind is racing, trying to think of every possible rationalization to feel safe staying—anything to get your pussy the relief it deserves. If he really was a predator—you try to reason with yourself—you'd probably be dead by now. And he was right, you do feel like you could get off, just from being tied up. Your body seems to be the decision-maker here, and it’s telling you to stay.

You shake your head at his offer. "No, I'm good."

"Wonderful," he purrs, his expression darkening. He slams the door shut and turns the lock, letting the thud of the door ricochet through your body. "Now then! The reason I am tying you up is for your performance. Just a few short hours until showtime!" He steps forward, closing the gap between you. He runs his fingertips down your bare arm, stopping to wrap them around your wrist. You shiver at his touch, your body instinctively leaning toward him, yearning for more. Your face flushes red with embarrassment and arousal. You don't understand how he's able to turn you on so easily.

"You see, my dear," Fellow begins, his voice soft and seductive, "I'm not the only one who's been watching you hungrily." You feel his hot breath on your neck as he brings his lips close to your ear. "Believe me, Doll, they're going to love what they see." He takes your hand in his and places it on the bulge in his pants. His cock throbs beneath his clothes and your eyes widen at how big he is.

"I'm not just a magician, but a master of hypnosis as well," he elucidates. 

He's never before been so forthcoming in his whole career, but there's just something about you that makes him want to be upfront. 

Truthfully, he hasn't had to use any hypnosis magic at all to persuade you. No, you wanted this on your own. Despite your innocence and reluctance—you wanted him. His cold heart skips a beat at the thought. He releases your hand and once again cups your cheek. He pushes a thumb past your lips and forces you to suck on it. A deep moan escapes his lips as the sensation of your soft tongue against his thumb runs straight to his aching loins. Removing his thumb from your mouth, he slides it down your chin, tracing your jawline before moving to your neck. You arch your back and press your body against his, feeling the tip of his thumb press along your jugular, sending chills down your spine.

"And I can assure you that by the time I'm done with you, you'll be the perfect little hypnotized whore." You shudder as his tongue traces the side of your neck—it feels so good. He continues to drag his tongue up to your ear, and you moan loudly as he suckles your earlobe. Your knees are giving out, so you wrap your arms around him for support. "That's the beauty of my magic, love. No prior experience necessary. I'll ensure you put on the show of a lifetime. Simply allow yourself to enjoy the ride." You whimper softly, unable to form coherent thoughts or speak intelligibly, too caught up in the way he's pleasuring you.

"But don't worry, Love," he says, his voice low and raspy. "You'll still remember everything when we're done."

Your head is dizzy, trying desperately to process his every word. You can't stop yourself from moaning as his hands continue to explore. As far as the current circumstances go, nothing matters, as long as he’s making you feel this damn good. He takes his time groping and squeezing wherever—and whatever—he can get his greedy hands on, relishing in the opportunity to touch your perfect frame.

Looking into your eyes, he's suddenly overcome with emotion—unusual for him. This isn't something he's ever done with his employees, but there is a twinge in his chest willing him to do it. Perhaps—just this once—he can deviate from the script. Fellow hungrily crashes his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You melt against him, opening your mouth to grant him entry. You feel yourself losing control as he dominates your mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue. You grip onto his hair, pulling him closer. His fangs lightly graze your bottom lip and it makes you shiver. The way he kisses you is so possessive and needy, and it's driving you wild. You've never been kissed like this before. His hands travel down your body and grip your ass tightly, causing you to yelp. Your hands claw at his blue coat and green vest, desperately trying to remove his clothes so you can feel his bare skin. He growls into your mouth before breaking the kiss.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs against your lips.

You nod in response, gasping when he suddenly pulls away. Seeing how needy you are, he smirks, delighted at how much you want him.

"Oh, Darling. Why don't you save that for the audience?" he teases. "You're going to put on a good show for them, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'll do my best. I promise I'll make you proud," you gasp, feeling even more aroused by his words.

"That's a good girl." Fellow paces the room, circling you like a vulture. You can feel his eyes on you and can't help but squirm under his gaze. He grabs the rope from earlier, stopping right in front of you. His cane appears in his grasp, seemingly out of thin air. "Such a perfect little slut, so eager to please. I bet you'd do anything I asked you to, wouldn't you?" he asks, spinning his cane with the flick of his fingers, utilizing his hypnosis magic for the first time that day. He needs to ensure your loyalty lies with him.

"Yes." You answer without reluctance.

Fellow's cane magically disappears from his hand. "Such a good little whore." He takes a strand of your hair in his fingers and twirls it before gently tucking it behind your ear. "Now, a few more formalities before we get you ready for the stage. Shall we?" You flinch at the sound of him smacking the rope against the floor, like he's trying to command a circus animal.

Your mind is fuzzy, body practically burning with desire—you don't even notice him guiding you to his desk. He bends you over the hard wood, your breasts and stomach pressing against the cool surface. He presses his body against yours, his erection grinding between your ass cheeks, and you can't help but moan. Fellow rips off his gloves, tossing them aside. His right hand snakes around your body and reaches into your panties, his fingers rubbing against your wet clit. He slips a finger inside you—finally.

"My, my…" he whispers. "So wet for me already. You’ll look so beautiful when you're on stage for everyone to see. My precious little toy."

Your breathe heavier as he continues to fuck you with his finger, tantalizingly slow. Just as you open your mouth to beg for more, he slips his finger out of you and slams a contract on the table in front of you.

"I need you to sign this first. Standard contract," he says casually. "This is a business, after all." He drops a pen within your reach. All the while, he continues grinding against you, his clothed cock rubbing against the sheer fabric of your panties, further tantalizing your throbbing clit. "Go ahead, Darling. I can't wait to show you off."

You sign your name on the dotted line, quickly dismissing what seems to be the final roadblock in your path to pleasure. There's nothing else in your psyche than how badly you need him to fuck you. Your pussy aches with desire—you can't wait any longer. "Please. Please, fuck me," you whimper, begging him to give you what you want.

"Oh, Darling," he purrs. "All in due time."

Fellow leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I wonder how many people will come tonight just to see this pretty little body of yours?" he asks. "How many men and women will stare at you, touching themselves as you writhe in pleasure? I bet you can't wait for them to see how much of a needy little whore you are. You were born to be a star." His voice is soft and seductive as he plays on your desperation.

"Now. Let's get you out of these clothes." He expertly unhooks your bra with a single hand. With a swift yank, it falls to the floor, revealing your perfect tits, hard nipples on full display. "Beautiful. So deliciously plump and round, my flawless doll." 

You're still bent over the table as his fingers snake into the elastic waistband of your skimpy skirt and thong. He pulls it taut, ready to tear it right off of you... but he hesitates, remembering its one-of-a-kind value. Squatting slightly, he gently pulls your skirt and panties to the floor, utilizing the opportunity to bask in the aroma and view of your now-exposed pussy. He grabs your thighs where the stockings are and, quite impatient, rolls them down as his fingernails trail lines down the flesh of your legs in the process. He guides your feet out of each leg hole, revealing your full nudity. Seeing your juices glisten makes his eyes light up, mouth curling into a grin. His mouth waters and he inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent. He can't help but lean for a taste, his tongue gliding against your folds and lapping up your essence. Your knees buckle as his warm, wet tongue explores your deprived cunt. Nothing has ever felt so good. Your entire body trembles and you cry out in pleasure. He keeps his hands firmly planted on your ass, holding you in place as he continues to lap up your pussy. It feels so good, it's almost painful. He pulls away after a moment and you whimper at the loss of contact.

"So, tell me, Love. Are you a virgin?" he asks with a sneaking suspicion. He traces his fingertips down your spine, awaiting your response.

You shudder, the feeling of his fingers on your bare skin is so tantalizing. "Yes," you answer, unable to hold back your excitement.

Fellow's eyes widen, surprised by how easy it was to get you to admit that. He smirks, continuing to caress your back. "Ah, perfect," he hums. "What a privilege it is to deflower you." He reaches for his phone on his desk and utilizes the speech to text feature to say one thing: “We’ve got a virgin.” He clicks the display off and gives you a wink. "The marketing team will start advertising for a very special show tonight. I wonder how many people will come to watch me break in a virgin? I'm sure we'll sell out! An incredibly rare specimen indeed."

His words send a chill down your spine. The thought of thousands of people watching you lose your virginity excites you even further, and you find yourself becoming increasingly aroused. Your whole body is hot—you can't help but squirm as your juices slowly drip down both legs. You shudder, picturing an entire audience getting aroused, their attention rapt on you. Just the thought of how many people will want you... all of those horny people, with their eager bodies and impatient erections at the sight of you losing your innocence. A hot sensation pools deep in your belly and your clit throbs with need. You roll your hips back toward him, wordlessly indicating your desires.

He pockets his phone, delighted that the plan is progressing so flawlessly. "Tell me, my dear, have you ever orgasmed before?" You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and you shake your head. He grins, leaning in closer, his tail swishing between his legs and up onto your throbbing clit. It tickles so good. "Have you ever touched yourself?" Your body heats up, and a wave of shyness washes over you as you attempt to suppress a groan. He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants you to surrender yourself completely. "What a beautiful thing, modesty…" he muses. "Tell me, Dear. No need to be so shy." Your face is turning a dark crimson, and he's never found something so appealing in all his years.

"No. Not successfully," you answer softly. You've never been able to get yourself off. Your hands would wander as you'd lie in bed, desperate to find some sort of relief, but it never came. You've never had that pleasure before, and you were starting to think you may never experience it.

"Oh, Darling, you poor thing. I'll have to take care of that for you. I know all the tricks.” Hearing the zipper of his pants, you gasp in anticipation. He takes his cock out of his boxers and you feel the flesh of his hardened tip slide over your wet labia. He takes your hand in his and guides it to your clit, teaching you how to circle your fingers around it in the perfect motion.

"Just like that, Love," he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "You're doing so well. Doesn't that feel good?" You moan softly as he continues to guide you, his free hand on his cock, sliding up and down its length, using your never-ending juices as lubrication. He bucks his hips slightly as he starts to jerk himself off, letting out a quiet moan, teasing himself and rubbing his cock head against the sopping wet folds of your untouched pussy—knowing he has to save it if he wants a fruitful show. The way your face contorts and your lips part with desperate pleasure, he suddenly has to fight himself not to lose control and break your hymen right then and there.

Knowing that Fellow can’t help but touch himself to you amplifies the pleasure even further. Your fingers continue to dance over your clit and for the first time, it feels amazing. Every nerve in your body is electrified, your breath coming in short pants. Your hand feels like it's floating through space as he moves you like a puppet, directing your motions the way that he wants you. He rubs himself a bit faster as he watches you writhing, becoming more desperate and vocal than before. His own lust becomes insatiable. He’s sculpting you into the perfect masterpiece, just the way he likes it—his own custom sex toy.

"Just imagine all those people in the audience," he murmurs. His hand quickens on his cock and he groans. His hand over yours speeds up to match his pace, and he adds more pressure to show you exactly how to pleasure yourself. "All of those hungry eyes on you, craving every inch of you…" His hips jerk slightly and he moans, losing himself to his own dirty thoughts. Your clit is throbbing so painfully that tears begin to form at the edges of your eyes. He has never seen anyone become so intoxicated with the simple idea of him before, and you don't even realize how loud and desperate your moans and cries have become. His face flushes every time you scream his name, and your beautiful expression fills him with the greatest satisfaction, an image forever imprinted in his brain. The sight of you, so eager to please him—he knows now that he'll never let you go.

You feel yourself approaching explosion—the very first time—and your muscles tense in response. "Oh, fuck, every single one of them will be touching themselves, getting off to the sight of you, desperate to be where I am right now. And here you are, moaning my name as I prepare you, just aching for me to bring you to your first orgasm. You'll look so beautiful when I pop that sweet little cherry of yours." 

He groans and bucks his hips, jerking himself off faster and faster. Your clit throbs, ready to explode. "You want to cum, don't you, darling?" His voice is low and husky, and he pants heavily. "Cum for me, darling, cum for me. I want to hear you scream for me." Your toes curl, knees buckling in ecstasy. He guides your hand even faster over your clit. "That's it, Love, just let go." His voice is the sweet encouragement that pushes you over the edge, almost on command. You feel a strange electricity ripple through your leg muscles, a release that exceeds every single thing you thought you knew about pleasure.

Your first true orgasm rips through your body like a tornado, tearing apart any inhibitions and preconceived notions about reality. Everything around you turns bright white as euphoria sweeps through your body, wave after wave leaving you moaning and shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Your legs feel like jelly, and it becomes impossible to hold yourself up. His fingers leave yours, transferring their tight grip to your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he fucks himself furiously to the sight of you. You were like putty in his hand, melting and molding according to his wishes—a perfect, brainwashed, fucked-out little slut.

Fellow lets out a strained grunt as he orgasms, painting your ass with his seed. He can't help but sigh in pleasure as he gazes lovingly at the blank and pliant expression on your face as he drains the rest of himself onto you. He sighs as his last spurts dribble from the tip of his cock, admiring how much he's marked you as his. You're still shaking and whimpering as you come down from your high, your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes glazed over and staring into nothing. You look absolutely fucked out, and he takes a moment to admire your blissful expression before finally releasing you from his grip. He gives you a small push, causing you to fall forward onto your hands. He takes a step back to admire his handiwork—your thighs are soaked with your own cum, and your ass is dripping with his.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "You did such a good job for me. You're going to be the best performer I’ve ever had. It's about time we take you to the stage to get you set up, my dear. You’re better than I could have ever imagined.” You can only gasp, too wrecked from your pleasure to respond in words. Fellow grins with satisfaction, memorizing the sight of his seed glistening all over your back, chuckling to himself as he wipes it off with a tissue. He tosses the tissue into a random corner of his office and then helps you find your footing again.

Gently lifting your chin, his gaze softens, mouth opening to form a gentle smirk. His thumb brushes against your trembling bottom lip, a caring and fond expression overtaking his features. 

Your heart leaps into your throat as you begin to question the warmth in his smile and his affectionate gaze. Is your body's chemical response misreading signals, or are you witnessing evidence that Fellow perhaps has a bit more going on than simply taking sexual interest? A new, deeper desire to understand the mysterious man behind the curtain of your own experience begins to bloom in your mind. You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand cups your cheek. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips and you return it, savoring the way his soft lips feel against yours. It feels so intimate, like a lover's kiss, and your heart flutters in your chest. You pull away and look into his eyes once more, trying to figure out what he's thinking, but you can't read his expression. His face is completely unreadable, granting you no indication as to whether you're making any progress in decoding him.

He takes off his coat and helps you put it on, wrapping you up to ensure your modesty is protected for your short walk to the stage. He takes your hand and guides you out of his office, your legs still shaking from climax.

You walk together in silence, hand in hand, your head still spinning as you try to process everything that just happened. You can't believe how incredible your first orgasm felt, and you're already craving another.

"What are you thinking about, Darling?"

"I'm thinking about how I’ve never felt that good before," you admit, blushing slightly.

Fellow chuckles. "That's very sweet," he says. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll be sure to give you many more orgasms in the future." His grip on your hand tightens slightly, and you can't help but feel a sense of longing for him.

You continue walking in silence until you arrive at the stage. Fellow stops in front of the stage door and turns to face you.

"Are you ready, Love?" he asks, his voice gentle. He takes both of your hands in his and brings them to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. His carnelian gaze holds yours, his hot breath dancing across your fingers. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Your heart swells and you feel yourself melting.

You nod enthusiastically and squeeze his hands, hoping he doesn't pick up on your nervous, pounding heartbeat. "I'm ready," you affirm, gazing intently into his beautiful, half-lidded eyes, feeling braver and more confident than you have all day.

He flashes a subtle smile. "Wonderful." He gives you one last peck on the cheek before turning to open the stage door. He places his free hand on your lower back and guides you onto the stage, leading you towards the center, where the lighting crew are busy at work. He introduces you and makes a show of presenting you to the crew—holding out your arm like he would for a debutante entering a ball, a prince presenting his chosen partner to a ballroom dance. The crew whistle and holler as you walk onto the stage. All you can do is stand there with the distinct smile of a hypnotized-yet-willing participant in the world's most eccentric 18+ theater. Their ogling is the furthest thing from your mind, as your attention remains firmly rooted on the charismatic manager in your grasp.

"Sorry, Boys. This one is mine. No one can have her but me." He places his hand on the side of your arm and pulls you close to him, draping an arm over your waist possessively.

As you glance up, your breath catches and your heart skips a beat; your adoring, hungry gaze is returned by his, a mirror of your own emotions shining through in his flaming irises. There's something strange about his stare—there always is. His face betrays some of that vulnerability again, an instance where he's truly letting his guard down, a crack in his meticulous and calculated visage. It’s a warm hint of softness that signals what he said to the crew might ring true outside of these walls as well.

Fellow turns back toward the crew as a new scene is placed before them, and within a split second, he resumes his demeanor of a business-oriented gentleman. "One hour ‘til showtime. Make her shine, People! We want the audience drooling the second she gets on stage!" He holds out his hand, his cane reappearing like magic. "Have fun in makeup!" He winks at you, the flick of his head gesturing you away.

Stylists appear behind you, and you reluctantly release your hold on him. He flashes a reassuring smile as you are guided away, a bewitchingly charming smile settling onto his lips. You head backstage, and he turns to get back to business.

Damn, if you made it all the way down here... wow. Thank you so much for spending this time with me. If you enjoyed this, that means a lot to me because this is pretty much just a self indulgent fic I started writing as soon as Fellow dropped without really knowing too much about him. I haven't begun writing part two, but I have my general ideas of where I want it to go. If you have suggestions for part two, please comment or send me an ask, I'd love to hear your thoughts! ❤️ Erica Malleleothreesome

[acewithapaintbrush]

"My dad has the hots for your dad!"

Amity can only stare as Hunter slams his hands down on the table she is working at. He glares at her with narrow eyes and a mouth pressed firmly into a thin line. The perfect picture of determination and confidence. 

"What. Did you just say?" 

He immediately deflates at her pointed and icy tone. His hands leave her table and fidget with his overalls and hair instead while he squirms from side to side, eyes averted and cheeks blushing. 

"I-uhm. I read that in one of Mama Camila's books. It- well, I mean, it means-" 

Amity cuts him off. "I know what it means. Didn't Camila forbid you from reading them?" 

Them being the small paperbacks with the half naked humans on the front. Usually a woman in distress with a very well built male, rescuing her from certain doom with wet hair and big abs. The first time Camila had caught Hunter reading one of them she'd almost burst a blood vessel and ripped it right out of his hands. 

"Nonononono," she had chanted and hugged a perplexed Hunter to her chest, carding a hand through his hair. "Those books are way too spicy for an innocent, cute boy like you!" 

Hunter huffs and puffs. "I'm an adult. She can't tell me what to read." At Amity's raised eyebrow he mutters "And she didn't find the one hidden under my mattress." 

He shakes his head and takes her shoulders to shake her a little. She allows it, 'cause she can see how agitated he is. "But that's not the point! Darius has… he likes your dad. As in like-like! And we gotta figure out how we feel about that." 

Amity thinks about Darius. The dashing rebel, who had been pulling the strings of an uprising in the shadows from the start. A headstrong abomination user. He would definitely be a big step up from Odalia, that's for sure. 

She imagines Darius as her father's new partner and discovers that she is more than okay with that. 

Amity is not naive. She knows her father needs a headstrong partner at his side, someone who is not afraid to take the reins in a relationship. Not like Odalia, who's taken that to mean that she should micromanage every facet of his life and turn him into someone he is not, but someone who reminds her father to eat and to leave work alone every once in a while. 

"I approve." Amity says and seeing Hunter's desolate expression narrows her eyes. "You got a problem with my dad?" 

"What?" Hunter lets her shoulders go as if they have burned him. "No, of course not! He's super cool! I just… Arrrrrg!" He rapidly runs his hands through his hair. "I just don't know if I can handle a second parental figure!"

"Uhhh."

He starts walking up and down in front of her, Waffles flying after him with happy little trills. "Things with Darius are good right now. He told me to call him Dad and it's… It's yeah, you know? But it's also a bit awkward sometimes, you know? The only father figure I ever had before… Well. And we are still trying to find our rhythm, you know? How am I supposed to deal with another parent right now?"

"Hunter!" Amity has to shout to get him to stop. She can't believe she is having this conversation right now. "Hunter. You do know that you have like, four parental adults in your life. Don't you?" 

He blinks at her and his blank face tells her everything she needs to know. She wants to face-palm so bad right now. "What?" 

Amity starts counting on her hand. "You call Camila Mama Camila." 

"Wha- But that's just-", he splutters. Amity talks right over him. 

"Eda calls you her Fledgling at least once a week and she and Raine are kinda a packaged deal. Grandma and Grandpa Clawthorne call you son so often, I don't even know if they know your real name. Every time Lilith fusses over your scars she mutters 'my poor boy' under her breath. And let's not forget Willow's parents who took one look at you and had the adoption papers ready." Amity looks at her hands, which have barely been enough to count on. "Oh look at that. Not four but eight, actually."

Hunter looks gobsmacked and not a little teary eyed. Amity pats his shoulders, just a little relieved that he has apparently forgotten about their parents budding romance over this new revelation. She'd rather not get involved in that for as long as possible. 

"Face it, Hunter. You are pretty much public son number one at this point." 

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There is no reason for this except that I had the image of hunter saying "my dad has the hots for your dad" and me running with it

[thetriumphantpanda]

The sexual tension between the prompts ‘i shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you’ and ‘say you want me, and i’m yours’

Please give this to us with Javier Peña

(Also these prompts are so Javier Peña coded, I couldn’t think about anyone but him)

Nonnie, you are not alone in not being able to think about anyone else but Javier Peña for these prompts because I'm right there with you.

Firstly, I apologise - I got TOTALLY carried away with this and managed nearly 3K words for this prompt. Secondly, I apologise for what this is going to do to you all.

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 2.7K (Oooops, right?)

Porn with plot below the cut. Mention of religion, drinking, smoking, and description of unprotected piv sex and oral (f receiving). ENJOY.

Javier Peña is in trouble, there is no denying it. When he came back to Laredo after the shitstorm in Colombia he’d wanted a quiet life. Helping Chucho around the ranch, maybe getting in his truck to take weekend trips to places he’d never been before, all the things he thought he was supposed to do with his extremely early retirement from the DEA. He hadn’t banked on the daughter of the towns pastor bounding into his life and testing every ounce of resolve he’d ever had. 

He wasn’t a religious man. There was no way he could be with what he’d seen or done in South America, but when Chucho had insisted on him attending church with him in the week that he’d come back, spouting something about needing to get back into town life instead of hiding himself away, his eyes had landed straight on the innocent girl sat in the front row, hands folded on her lap, listening intently to what the pastor was saying. 

“Since when did we have a new pastor?” Javier had asked when they’d made it outside, cigarette firmly between his lips despite telling himself he’d give up. 

“Moved in a few months ago,” His dad had replied, “Seem a nice family, I think their daughter is twenty-five, just back from college.” 

He’d nodded in understanding, trying not to let his eyes drag down your figure too much as you stood with your father at the door of the church to shake hands with everyone filing out to go about their Sunday business. He couldn’t help it though. You were shorter than him with hair falling around your face, framing it perfectly. That day you’d dressed in a modest white dress, falling just below the knee with sandals and he couldn’t help but compare you to an angel in his mind. An angel that he wanted so desperately to corrupt from the second he'd laid eyes on you. 

“Bad idea son,” Chucho had warned, “Of all the people in this town you could look at like that, this has to be the worst one.” 

He really had tried to heed his father’s advice. He knew it would be a terrible idea. A girl like you needed a straight and narrow man, someone to put a ring on your finger, buy you a house with a white picket fence and have babies. He was not that man. He would never be that man. However, from that day forward he’d seen you more and more. 

The first time he struck up a conversation with you was in the grocery store. Chucho had sent him into town to pick up some ingredients for dinner and he’d found you with your head in the freezer section, two pints of ice cream in front of you, trying to decide which one you wanted. 

“The mango one is my personal favourite.” He’d offered his advice, feeling like he’d been shot through the chest when you turned to look at him, big, beautiful eyes with an innocence to them he’d not seen in a long time. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had mango ice cream before.” You’d replied. 

“Well then, you have to try it and then you have to let me know what you think.” 

He watched as you smiled at him, setting down the other pint of vanilla ice cream to put the mango in your shopping basket. 

“I don’t think we’ve met properly,” Javier spoke, “I’m Javier.” He held out his hand which you took, immediately overwhelmed with how soft your skin was and how small your hand was in his. 

You introduced yourself, “I think I’ve seen you at church.” 

“I have to admit I’m not a religious man, I just go because my father insists,” He’d admitted, “Probably not the best thing to say to the pastor’s daughter though.”  You’d laughed, “Between me and you, I’m not religious either.” 

He made a motion that he was zipping his lips which made you laugh even further. A sound so sweet he’d convinced himself he needed to do everything he could so he could hear it at much as possible. 

After that he’d found himself running into you more often. He’d make excuses to go to town in the hopes of running into you, he’d figured out your routine – you had lunch with friends at the diner on a Tuesday, always went to pick up ice-cream on a Friday evening and were always at church on Sunday. He’d even joined the library, figuring out you went on a Saturday afternoon to spend an hour picking out a new book and reading the first few pages sat on one of the benches there – something he’d started doing to just so he could spend time with you. He knew he was in too deep. He knew he shouldn’t be trying to get close to you, but the more he learnt about the less he could help himself. 

His father had always been a perceptive man and he knew what was going on. Why else would his son be rushing to shower in the middle of the day, changing into shirts that weren’t covered in mud and full of holes to disappear into town for hours on end. It came to a head one Saturday evening when they were sat on the front porch drinking beers together. 

“So, are you actually ever going to ask her out, or just follow her around like a lost puppy?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Javi had replied, feigning innocence. 

“We both know you’re not that stupid,” He’d stated, “Although I always thought you’d be smarter than to think a guy like you would be good for a girl like her.” 

Javier would have been offended but it was true. Colombia had traced a darkness through him that he couldn’t shake. Waking up in cold sweats from the nightmares, glaring at the boats he saw riding down the river knowing exactly where they were going and with what on board, remembering all the people who had died, and for what? When he wasn’t with you he was closed off and hard and did he really want that to rub off on you? 

“I don’t mean to say you’re a bad person son, far from it,” Chucho had added, “But you’re different since you came back and there something in you that isn’t good for her, isn’t good for you.” 

He’d wanted to tell Chucho that he was sure you could help to heal him. That the sunshine and joy you exuded at every moment would be enough to take away the pain he was holding in, but it was too much to ask of you and he knew it. It wasn’t your job to fix his broken shell and he knew better than to ask. 

From that day forward he’d stopped going to town so much. He’d returned his last library book and not gone back and his appearance at church was now pretty much non-existent. Chucho had even stopped asking him to go into town for groceries, opting to do it himself.

He knew he couldn’t avoid you forever, but he’d hoped by pulling away that whatever attachment you’d both formed to each other would dissipate. How wrong he had been. 

***

The end of summer had arrived, soon it would be harvesting time and then Christmas would soon follow but not until the community came together for the end of summer cookout. Javier had thought about not going but Chucho had insisted. Said people had been asking after him and that he needed to show his face to prove he was still alive if nothing else. 

It was warm and he was sipping a beer when he spotted you, stood with a group of your friends with a can of soda in your hand. You’d waved at him when your eyes met, and he’d lifted his bottle in acknowledgement before going back to the conversation he had found himself wound up in with his father and another rancher about the types of feed they were giving to their cattle. 

It wasn’t until later that evening when he was fishing around the barrel for another beer that you appeared next to him. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” You’d said bluntly. 

“I haven’t, I’ve just been busy.”

“Right, okay,” He knew you could see right through him, “You’ve definitely been avoiding me.” 

“Yeah, okay, I’ve been avoiding you.” He finally admitted. 

“Why?” You’d asked. 

God why were you so different? Any other woman he’d spent time with would have taken the hint and left, but not you. You wanted your explanation, seemingly unfazed with what it would be. 

“Just seemed like the right thing to do.” He shrugged. 

For some reason he’d expected you to be upset but you’d mirrored his shrug, seemingly accepting the stupid excuse for an explanation. He went to turn but felt your hand grab him, squeezing it before turning and walking away, revealing that you’d left a small scrap of paper in his palm. 

He looked closely at it and found an address scrawled on it. He knew exactly where it was. The address for the park just outside of town. He knew because when he’d been here at school it was where all the teenage couples had gone to have privacy from prying eyes. There was a big tree at the end of the park which had famously been the place many of his classmates, including him had lost their virginity. Next to the address, the words 9pm tonight. Were scrawled next to it. He shouldn’t go, he really shouldn’t, but then when has Javier ever listened to logic? 

***

You were already there when he arrived in his truck, leant against the tree waiting for him. He cut the truck off and switched his headlights off, grateful that the sun was still setting, giving you both enough light to see each other. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually come.” You admitted as he walked to you. 

“I considered not coming.” Was his own admission. 

“Why did you?” Came the next question. 

“Probably something to do with leaving my moral compass at the airport when I arrived in Colombia and never going back for it.” 

“Lucky Colombia,” You mused, “I’d like to see what that actually means.” 

“Hermosa,” He groaned, “You can’t do this to me.” But he was stepping towards you instead of stepping away. 

“It’s actually all your fault Javier,” You smirked, moulding yourself into the tree further as he stepped towards you, “If you hadn’t talked to me about mango ice cream or joined the library just to sit in silence with me and read we’d both be fine,” You looked up at him through your eyelashes as he came to stop right in front of you – the slightest movement and he’d be pressed up against you, “Now all you need to do is kiss me.” 

“I shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you.” He spoke, mostly to himself than anything else. 

“Say you want me and I’m yours, Javi.” 

If he wasn’t already damned to hell he was now. His lips were on yours in the blink of an eye, hands cupping either side of your face as you opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue into your mouth as you groaned. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his and he let out a similar noise to you, moving his hands from your face to the swell of your ass through your dress to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. 

You pulled away from his mouth, pushing him back slightly to lean back against the tree. He watched with fire in his eyes as you pulled up the skirt of your dress, revealing to him that you were bare under your dress. 

He fell to his knees in front of you, not caring about the dust and dirt his jeans would inevitably pick up, “Querida, eres el diablo.” He’d spoken before placing his hands at your hips, watching you shuffle your feet apart. 

His mouth was like white hot heat when it touched your pussy. All those nights spent in your room touching yourself over what it would feel like for Javier to finally touch you were over, and it was better than you ever could have hoped. His tongue was quick and precise, finding your clit and homing in on it in seconds, switching between quick flicks and circles to taking it into his mouth and sucking. Your head was thrown back against the tree in pleasure, your hand threaded into his hair to keep his mouth exactly where you needed it. Within minutes you were cumming on his tongue with his name falling from your lips in a moan. 

Your chest was heaving in an attempt to catch your breath when Javi rose from his knees in front of you. He sealed his mouth back to yours, letting his tongue tangle with yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You took hold of his belt loops and pulled him towards you, making light work of undoing the button on his jeans and taking the zip down before he took over, pushing them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his hips. 

“This isn’t… I mean, sorry this is going to sound weird, but this isn’t your first time, right?” Javier spoke, his cock nudging at your weeping entrance whilst he had you pressed against the tree with your legs wrapped around him. 

You threw your head back in a laugh, of course he’d ask that right now as his cock was almost inside of you, “Javier, I’m just from a religious family, I’m not a nun,” You shifted your hips as an invitation, “Now please for the love of God, put your cock inside me.” 

He did exactly as you’d asked, sheathing his cock in your pussy in one straight motion that had you crying out his name into the ever-darkening night. If you’d have asked Javi if when he pictured the first time, he fucked you it would have been up against a tree, completely bare with nothing but the birds to keep you company he’d have laughed. A girl like you deserved a bed, being fucked by candlelight after he tipped you over the edge with his fingers, then his mouth and then both together before slipping inside of you. He couldn’t say he was complaining though. 

Your tight pussy was clenching around him as he thrusted into you, his hand at the swell of your ass to keep you upright. The moans falling from your lips were scandalous and anytime you mixed his name into them he thought he would lose it. You’d begged him to go harder and faster and then begged him to kiss your neck. At one point the straps of your dress fell from your shoulders which in turn made the material fall away from your chest and his lip had latched onto your nipple before you even knew what was happening. 

“Hermosa, I’m gonna cum, you need to tell me where you want me.” 

“Let me go.” You breathed out. 

He did, letting himself slip from your delicious wet heat before setting your feet on the ground. He was almost disappointed until he watched you drop to your knees in front of him and open your mouth.

“Maldito infierno.” Javi whispered to the sky, before locking his eyes with your own as he pumped his cock with his fist. 

It took no time at all for him to let out a low groan and cum on your tongue. He’d done his best to make sure it landed in your mouth but his cum painted your cheeks and your chin by the time he was done. His eyes never left yours as he watched you swallow what he’d giving you in your mouth and then watched as your fingers scooped what was left on the rest of your face, devouring that too. 

Maybe you hadn’t been the innocent little thing he’d thought you were after all. 

[rosetta-j-stone]

So...I wanted this to be a one-shot but I think it might end up being a slow burn after all...

Er, I mean, yes, I absolutely intended this to be Chapter 1 of MANY.

ANYWAY

AU BOJERE FANFIC LET'S MM MM GOOOOOO

If you'd told him five years ago that he'd be living in London, he wouldn't have believed it.

London is for rockstars. Models. Hotshot city boys.

Bojan is none of those things.

But he does love people. And excitement.

So maybe it's not so surprising after all.

...OK, so it's a bit less glamorous than he expected. He's working three jobs and sharing a house with four other guys.

Five, if you count that mate of theirs who's always coming over.

Anyway.

He checks his watch. Plenty of time.

He takes one last drag on his cigarette, savouring it, then lets it fall, still smouldering, to the ground, before shoving his hands deep into his pockets and hurrying back inside.

He'll never get used to the British weather.

****

Jere is nervous. This is definitely the right place. Right? He checks his phone again, like he didn't check it a hundred times on the way here. Yep. Definitely the right place. Probably.

It's just...there's no one here.

He can't be the only student on this course, can he?

He hopes not. He still remembers that summer when he had to retake Swedish. He shudders.

But no...wait...those are definitely footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Phew. He won't be doing this all alone after all.

He turns with a smile to see who his classmate is.

****

There's already someone waiting outside the classroom when Bojan gets there. Either they're really keen, or they live so far out that they've learned, as he has, to allow 2 hours to get anywhere in this city. Or both.

He's about to introduce himself when the student thrusts out his arm, grasps his hand firmly and vigorously shakes it, rather faster than Bojan is used to.

"Hellohelloyoualsohereforlanguageclassyesyes? Nooneelsehereyetbut" - he breaks off from shaking Bojan's hand to dig his phone out of his pocket and check it - "Ithinkweinrightplace"

Bojan grins. Yes, he is also here for the language class.

AKA the worst-paid of his three jobs.

****

Jere is gabbling. He knows he is, he can hear he's talking too fast, but honestly he thinks he's doing pretty well getting any actual words out when he's just been confronted with one of the best-looking men he's ever seen.

And Jere considers himself something of an expert.

This guy should consider himself lucky Jere isn't speaking total gibberish actually.

He leans against the wall, which is 100% so he looks cool and casual and definitely not because he suddenly feels weak at the knees.

"So...you new student like me? Or you do this course already some time?"

The other student stifles a laugh for some reason. Jere frowns. Did he accidentally say something weird? Or is...is this guy laughing at his accent? That's pretty rude of him.

...pretty...him.

OK, he needs to focus.

****

This is what he gets for teaching adults, his sister would say, before asking him for the umpteenth time why on earth he doesn't work with kids, he's a natural, she can put in a good word for him with her friend who's a headteacher, he only has to ask-

He doesn't do it because he's a coward, is what he'd tell her.

He'd say it'd be too much to be surrounded by kids all day every day when he still doesn't have any kids of his own.

He really did think he'd have at least one by now.

Anyway, that's what he'd tell her. If he wasn't a coward.

Besides he doesn't really mind being mistaken for a mature student once in a while.

"Actually," he says, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking the classroom door, "I'm the one giving the classes"

****

Of COURSE he is. No wonder he was trying not to laugh.

Although, in Jere's defence, this guy looks way too young to be anyone's teacher, even if he does have a streak of grey in his hair.

Hmm, distinguished.

Focus, Jere.

You're here to learn, remember.

He sighs and follows his new teacher into the classroom, kicking himself every step of the way. Hopefully the rest of the students will arrive before he can make a bigger fool of himself...

[clone-anon]

It's me again! I'm the one who requested the nonverbal male reader x Crosshair a while back.

I was wondering if you could do another short one expanding with the reader helping teach Cross more signs? I love how you wrote the last one and I'm absolutely in love with your writing!

Absolutely! For those interested, here is the first fic. This one definitely has a bit more of an s/o spin, I think. I also may have made the first part a bit angsty, but it ends well. I hope this is to your liking, but if you want changes let me know!

Crosshair knew how to sign letters pretty well. Like most things, he was incredibly precise and so he paid close attention to the position of his hands and fingers when signing. He was trying to learn more signs using the holonet, but it was often frustrating. There were sometimes multiple ways of signing what he wanted to sign and other times, there were some words that were skipped since signed sentences were different than spoken ones. Still, he persisted. He wanted to do this on his own and show you he took this seriously.

That started to change when one evening you went nonverbal. He understood you needed to leave the situation, but couldn't quite figure out what you were saying. He could speak, but didn't want to, instead trying his best to sign. He usually could figure out what you were signing, but tonight was different.

Signing K A R K, I don't know. He was mad at himself for not knowing more, and in that moment you were both overwhelmed. He took a deep breath and sighed. Your home? You signed yes. He took your hand and walked you home.

Once home, you made a suggestion. Bed? Sometimes, even if you couldn't communicate well, sleeping on it would help. Crosshair signed yes and got into bed with you. He pulled you against his chest and kissed you shoulder, holding you as you both eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, you both woke up feeling better, the overwhelm of the previous evening gone and seemingly helped by the comfortable shared space of your bed. Over breakfast, he finally asked.

"Teach me," he said, signing you teach me.

"Okay," you replied with a smile. "What do you want to learn?"

"At the very least," he replied, "I need to know the questions and phrases that would most help you. I can't keep signing out every word I don't know."

You appreciated his initiative in trying to learn to sign himself, but were more than happy to show him. The next hour was spent showing him the signs you used the night before as well as some others that would come in handy in those situations. I'm scared, hold my hand, too loud, need a break, I'm stressed, I'm overstimulated, I'm overwhelmed, Let's get some food, Can we go home, I need you. He was very open to learning, allowing you to correct his form whenever need be. Over the next few days, you showed him many more signs for every day interactions. It made things so much better, offering relief that the next time something happened, it would be easier.

For whatever reason, he liked the sign for together. It became another way of showing affection. I love you was easy to figure out and most people knew it. Together was a different. Signing together felt like his way of secretly tell you that you weren't alone and that he he loved you in one basic sign.

When Wrecker held a large party, you did everything you could to attend. It wasn't normally your favorite environment, but Crosshair was with you the whole time. Someone made some sort of loud comment not directed at anyone in particular and for whatever reason someone else decided the music needed to be louder.

I need a break, you signed. Come with me? It wasn't even a question Crosshair needed to consider, and you both stepped outside away from the crowd for a break.

Sorry, you signed.

No, he signed back firmly with a shake of his head. You are my boyfriend. I love you. We are in this - both of us - together.

Hold my hand, you signed with a hopeful smile. He took your hand in his own and sat with you until you were ready to go back inside.

[a-k-a-l-i]

Watching Padme's Future

Chapter 1

NOTE: BLUE LETTERS IS THE VISION/FUTURE

This does not follow the original timeline, I might do a story like that later on, but this completely AU. Skywalker chaos mostly, lol.

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"LUKE!" A female voice shouted. A girl appeared with brown curls styled into a braided bun, wearing nothing but a robe. A glare formed as her brown eyes settled on the blonde boy relaxing on the couch.

"Where are my clothes?! I know you hid them so don't you dare lie to me."

"Force, Leia, I'm trying to relax," replied Luke, rolling his blue eyes, "And besides we don't have training today, it's a weekend,” he ignored his sister’s fuming and resumed playing his holo games.

"I know that nerf herder, but my entire wardrobe is empty! Where did you hide them?"

Angry at the lack of response, Leia Force pushed him into the wall and summoned her lightsaber to her hand.

"What did you do that for!" he cried out.

Leia ignored him and twirled her lightsaber in response.

Luke, who groaned, called his lighter as well. The two siblings raced forward together and their lightsabers clashed together creating a dance of blue and green colors.

People gasped and whispered.

Holocameras flashed and clicked at a great speed, that for a moment all you could see was white.

“What’s going on–”

“The senator has Force-sensitive children!”

Jobal looked mortified, “Padme, what’s going on?”

The senator looked at her mother, “I’m not sure but I believe everything will be alright.”

Ruwee became slightly flustered, unable to comprehend anything.

"This is most disturbing," said Master Windu, "why would we allow the children to be in contact with their mother if they already started their training?”

Ahsoka looked at the two children of Senator Amidala and wondered what was so special about them.

Anakin, though quiet, was feeling proud at his future children’s display of fighting.

A brown haired girl walked to the living room shaking her head, taking a sip of faeri juice. 

"Ahem?” She waved her hand, knocking both Luke and Leia off their feet, “you know what mom says about using lightsabers in the house? Don’t you?” Her hand was firmly placed on her hip, her head tilted as she smirked.

A padawan looked awed, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s highly unlikely you could knock someone off balance using the Force when you are less skilled…” Obi-wan muttered, “she must be strong.”

Many Jedi Masters were already planning on how to approach the senator regarding the matter of her Force-sensitive children. Having two was rare, but three? What made them so special?

Facing away from each other, they apologized reluctantly, 

"Mom, Luke and Leia were fighting again!"

Leia looked scandalized.

"Shmi," Luke hissed.

Shmi laughed, unperturbed by their glares.

Anakin looked down, his fist clenched at his side.

We–Padme honored my mother… 

"Master?" Ahsoka questioned, her white facial marks furrowed in confusion.

He exhaled, "...Shmi was my mother's name."

Obi-wan stroked his beard.

“Shmi, I love that name,” Sola muttered, her parents also agreeing.

Padme smiled at the name, knowing how important it is to her husband. 

"Luke, Leia, how many times do I have to tell you you're not little kids any more," Padme chastised, her figure walking into the room, arms crossed. Following behind her, seven others emerged.

A blonde boy hopped on the couch, laughing with amusement, “you guys really need to stop fighting,” imitating his mother’s scolding.

“Qui-gon, don’t instigate.”

Qui-gon? Obi-wan felt as if he forgot to breathe, the dear senator named her son after his master.

Palpatine, who just smiled and nodded as he watched, was fuming with fury that he had to contain. If the blasted senator has this many kids, then his plan must’ve failed. What went wrong?

Coming over quickly to the couch, a mini female version of Anakin grabbed the remote and turned to her favorite channel.

“Master!”

“I know, Ahsoka.”

Many Jedi Masters stole a glance at the Jedi Knight and the senator, slowly putting the dots together.

“Aleena, why must you have a turn? It’s my turn now,” whined another brunette.

“Adira, stop complaining,” Aleena muttered, huffing softly.

Padme, only shook her head, leaving the room to her children, not all worried.

A brown haired, blue eyed boy gave Luke a controller, “wanna play?” his voice was quiet.

Luke smiled, ruffling his younger brother’s hair, “why not.”

The two sat on the floor, enjoying themselves.

“I’ll get you next time, nerfherder,” Leia shook her head, patting Luke’s hair in fondness.

Grinning at the challenge, Luke only promised that he will remain the victor.

“Fighting out of anger, they were not, only friendly sparring they engaged,” Master Yoda revealed, his glimmer stick hitting the ground twice.

Anakin knew as much, the sparring his eldest children engaged in looked like the ones he and Obi-wan would do.

“But, still, where are my clothes?”

“My closet. Bottom left corner.”

Leia turned around and ran into her blue eyed sister.

“Can we do something after you get dressed?” large, wide eyes seemed to sparkle as she begged.

“Sure, Lyra, we can.”

“Yay!”

The scene changed, showing Padme out in the veranda, sipping caf while she took a look at the reports.

Sola heaved a sigh, “why are you always working? I’m surprised you even have that many kids!”

Padme only shook her head, it was a wonder how no one seemed to realize who the father is.

Two young figures appeared through the doorway spotting their mother.

A young boy ruffled his sandy blonde hair, doing a shushing motion to his sister who nodded.

Tiptoeing behind their mother, slowly they moved closer and closer moving their hands to the woman.

“Aadaya, Kane, I know you’re behind me,” Padme commented nonchalantly, not taking her eyes off the datapad in her hands.

Shock was the only feature that was written on the youngest pair of twin’s faces.

“How did you know?” Kane gasped.

“Use the Force, you can not,” Aadaya frowned, copying Master Yoda’s way of speech.

Peals of laughter float across the crowd.

“I counted ten kids,” noted Kit Fisto, his hands on his hips as he grinned.

Aayla looked around her, noticing that Anakin had a small smile. Why was he smiling?

“...Seeing as how young Aadaya copied Master Yoda’s speech, is it safe to assume that she’s been around him long enough to do so?” Ki-Adi Mundi wondered aloud. Mace nodded in agreement.

“That would mean that the father of Senator Amidala’s children is…a Jedi.”

Shock stunned everyone, soon enough many bets were placed on who the father was.

Obi-wan rubbed his temple, I might have an idea on who the father is.

Padme laughed, “you’ve been around Master Yoda for too long, just be careful, your father would have a fit.”

Once again, there was a stunned silence.

“This just proves that the senator is involved with a Jedi.”

“But she knows better.”

“The highly respected senator would never involve herself with such a scandal!”

Wincing as the comments grew louder, Padme only hoped that future scenes would–could–sway their thoughts.

Aadaya giggled, “no promises.”

Kane plopped himself next to his mother, “what are you reading?”

“Boring senatorial stuff, people complain way too often.”

“Then why be a senator? Dad says the senate never gets anything done, and it’s such a headache to even try to comprehend what comes out of their mouth,” the young girl says matter of factly, her face was serious as she walked around the couch, sitting on an empty space.

Despite the situation, many continued to laugh.

“The senator involving herself with a man who hates politics? Absurd.”

Once again, Obi-wan knew the answer, an answer he dreaded and prayed every second that it wasn’t true.

“I know it sounds dreadful, but the satisfaction you feel after you know that you’ve helped someone is amazing.”

Loud cheers and shouts were heard. This just made Senator Amidala’s ratings skyrocket, no matter if she had an affair with a Jedi.

“Come, help me make dinner, your dad is bound to come with a stomach rumbling like a shaak rolling around on the plains of Naboo,” Padme rose from the couch, eliciting giggles from her youngest children.

The three left the veranda, laughing loudly as they did so.

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[bits-of-bedlam-writing]

Safely in Bondage- part 2

This finally has a title. It also has explicit sex and blood drinking, moderate bdsm, arguable fear play.

Direct continuation of the last part I posted.

He hauled her up roughly against his chest, his arms locked around her like a vice. The world seemed to freeze in anticipation as his mouth pressed against her neck. He inhaled her, the familiar scent mixture of floral and musk from the wild-dwelling elf caused him to salivate. He closed his eyes, relishing in her still obedience. His cold breath on her neck drew a quiet moan from her.

He finally peirced her tender flesh, carefully positioned just far enough from her old healing bruises. The crimson life's blood flowed from the wound, quickening with her gasp. The icy pain lasted but a moment before warm arousal smothered it, he sucked gently against the wound, savoring his first mouthful.

As their fluids blended, both stones began to glow softly. The metal in the ring and collar warmed gently and Astarion felt an instinctive call from the artifacts.

-Consecrate-

A whispered suggestion.

The idea filled him with a lustful need rivaling blood and he initially obeyed without thought or question.

His firm grasp began to wander, one hand wrapped itself tightly in her hair and his ringed hand found her throat. He continued to feed but let himself be sloppy. A single precious rivlet ran down her throat.

-Consecrate-

A demand. The Right Thing to do.

Keya was too lost already to realize anything was amiss, but thankfully he caught himself. Though his whole body thrummed with pleasure and need, this was something different. Something permanent. The sudden shock of fear, of becoming like Him, was enough to steady himself.

He pulled away, breathless. "Are you sure you want this, my love?" He fixed her eyes to his, shaking with his restraint. He needed to be sure. "There's no going back."

-Consecrate!-

A bellowed command, nearly buckling his knees.

The blood running down her neck was maddening; the need to possess and consume her was like a drowning man's hunger for air.

She smiled up at him languidly at first, but she could feel his desperation. With effort, she forced herself back to her body and wits. Her face set with determination and her eyes lit with passion. "I'm sure."

The artifacts, already halfway attuned to their wearers, felt the conflict in Astarion and responded by sparking the same awareness and drive into Keya.

-Consecrate-

A simple instruction. Telling her how to do what she already wanted.

She took his ringed hand firmly by the wrist and moved it up her throat, to the blood that called him. "I desire no way back from you." She whispered solemnly as her blood flowed through the channels in the rings inscription, to her master where it belonged.

In an instant, he felt the sweet fluid siphoned by the ring wet his lips. He leaned forward to kiss her deeply, to share the taste of her, as a wave of relief washed over them both. They moan together as they worked in tandem, like one mind, disrobing eachother peice by peice.

Without notice, Keya's new wound closed quickly, but her life still flowed to him slowly. Blood coated the inside of his mouth, soothing his hunger. His pushed her forward roughly, down onto her hands and knees.

She offered no resistance, looking over her shoulder at him. He was a marvel in the moonlight, and her face obviously betrayed her admiration.

"Always so eager for me." He teased, watching her squirm. He savored the feeling, the power. The ownership of something- someone entirely his own and, even as he drew her very life-force away to himself, he realized that he could allow no harm to come to her. Even by His hand.

Vulnerable and prostrate before him, a shiver ran down her spine. With a mind and desires of their own, her hips rocked, urging him into her. She felt her wet need dripping down her thigh.

"Please..." She begged with a moan.

He aligned his length to her entrance easily, halting just at the short of plunging into her. "As you wish, my precious pet." And with a wicked grin he bore down into her, hand tight in her tangled hair.

Her eyes rolled back as he stroked slowly into her cunt, advancing just barely with each thrust. An intentional gradual build up to drive her wild, both of them knowing she was so slick that she could've taken him to the hilt immediately. The slow, methodical pace robbing her of any remaining trace of reason or control.

He leaned over her, his hand snaking back to her sweet delicate throat, and pulled her to his chest. Blood dripped from his lips, landing on the pale skin of her shoulder. It is only then, rutting into her like a fuck toy, that he realized he never stopped drawing from her.

She was too lost in their passion to notice that the pendant still glowed softly against her clavicle, willing her heart to race and produce more blood, an apparently endless buffet for her dark lover. But he finally noticed and dissipated the effect, wiping his mouth with his ringed hand.

He felt so empowered. She was safe from him, safe from his urges. His head spun with the possibilities. He bit down into her shoulder, watching his ring through heavy, half lidded eyes. It glowed against her neck. Assured, he all but tore her open, ravishing her. Trails of red adorned her brests and back and the contentment he felt settle in his chest was as close as he'd known to warmth in many years.

She cried out at the sudden pain, her heart and mind trusting, but her body finally unable to suppress the fear of the blatant predator that ensnared her. She strained away, but he wrapped his arm around her and tightened his grasp on the sides of her throat. Something in this true, helpless fear plucked at her like a harp string and she finally came undone in a climax so severe that her legs could no longer hold her.

Her mind struggled to clear, their linked pleasure making it hard to even hold onto her panic. She panted and quivered in his grasp, already building toward another orgasm as his hands explored her roughly, possessively. Her moans and whimpers, her tight cunt, her quivering body, all tantalized his senses.

But what finally pushed him over the edge was the soothing feeling of fullness he finally found after gorging himself on her. He'd drank twice what he could find in a large beast, and unfathomably more delicious and satisfying. He released her brutalized flesh from his maw and gave a guttural moan as he spent himself inside of her. As though to accentuate it, she shook with pleasure and came again with him.

They fell heavily together onto the bedding below them, disregarding the various fluids they landed in. Keya turned over in slow, shakey movements, utterly spent. Astarion glanced at the gem at her throat, ensuring the faint light indicating that it was still restoring her.

She drew close to him, tucking herself neatly against his blood smeared chest. His arms curled around her and he drew a blanket up around her shoulders. They rested calmly, but the silence hung thick with questions she would have once she was well enough to ask them.

"It was the pendant." He began simply, softly. "It let your body produce blood at an astonishing rate." He kissed the top of her head absently, keeping his giddy excitement quelled. She needed calm and quiet in this state, one tearful incident was all the lesson he needed for that one.

"My treasure," he muttered, stroking her hair. "My marvelous treasure, trusting me so and giving me such an amazing gift."

She gave a contented sigh that he felt against his chest more than he heard it.

He gently traced his fingers over her shoulder, inspecting. The skin was angry and red but not as bad as he would expect. "I don't think I can hurt you." He continued. Again, he felt rather than saw her look up at him with that pursed lipped "oh really?" He knew so well.

He chuckled. "Well, not permanently." He soothed. "And I would never let anyone hurt you." He continued. He was so earnest, it surprised them both. But while she imagined harpies and bandits, he saw only one face when he made the vow.

He waited some time for her to perk up, rouse and move to be escorted to her bed roll. But she didn't. Her breath slowed to a medative rest again, and he heard her heartbeat slow but keep steady.

He finally drifted off with her, unmoving. As they both relived their evening peacefully, unseen blue eyes scried down on them from among the stars, malicious.

[burning-fcols]

"I blame you for this, you inept tangle of overpriced circuitry." Though his words were biting and cold, they were said with that ever present smile, Alastor not even truly bothering to hide his boiling rage from the TV demon as he sent a glare his way. "Well, I do hope you're happy, seeing as that portal was our only way back to hell. Tell me, was this little trip worth it for a few moments of childish mockery?" Head twisting to the side at an unnatural angle, static filled the air as that sadistic grin grew to take up nearly Al's entire face, it not being a question that was meant to be answered. "Oh well, very little we can do about it now, thanks to you. I suppose we'll need to find another way back home." A sigh still filled with venom, but more resigned now as the radio demon gave a snap of his fingers, his otherworldly appearance soon giving way to that of a normal human with a flash of green smoke and lingering crackles in the air. "Goodness, it's been some time since I've worn this face, it feels far more restrictive than I remember." Said as he tugged at his blazar and tie to settle them more comfortably on this new body, his grin couldn't manage to be quite as wide with the mask he now wore. "Well then, shall we see if we can find a way to fix your unfortunate blunder? With any luck, we'll be back in hell before my tea grows cold." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Mouth opens to snap at Alastor as soon as the first insult is out of the infuriating deer’s mouth, only to get caught in his throat at the annoying flex of power creepiness. Stiffening where he stands, Vox hastily shakes off the feeling of instinctive dread that arose at having a front-row seat to the spectacle. It’s been a while since he’s had the opportunity to be in such close proximity to Alastor. One can’t blame him for being somewhat susceptible to the deer’s tactics. He’s out of practice, that’s all. But it fades, unease quickly replaced by a far more potent rage and recklessness.

There. That’s better.

The others less-imposing human disguise might ALSO have something to do with the quick turn-around, but Vox refuses to acknowledge it. ❝ Oh no. No, no, no no ₦Ø— ❞ He firmly retorts when Alastor has finished his judgmental spiel, a finger pointing at the other man. ❝ You are NOT blaming this screw-up on me! Let's not forget, the only reason I'm here is because YOU needed help in the first place! ❞

Granted, Vox could have saved his boasting for after they were safely through the portal. But his excited lapse in judgement isn't the cause of this predicament! Merely an... unfortunate addition to the already FUCKY situation. ❝ When the ❛ independent and powerful Radio Demon ❜ — ❞ Hands wave in mockery of the title, Vox's tone dripping with disregard, ❝ —needs to call someone else for assistance, tail between his FUCKING legs... I more than deserve to rub it in your stupid, smiling, shitty face. ❞

A face that is very human right now... Unlike Vox. Grimacing as he's abruptly thrust from his high-horse, he can already feel the power shift. Bitter irony tainting the far too brief taste of SUPERIORITY he had over the other Overlord. Despite the impending realization, Vox stubbornly refuses to draw attention to his lack of a disguise. Or his inability to manifest one as seamlessly as Alastor had.

Arms crossing, in a desperate bid for control for as long as allowed, he simply averts his gaze and snarkily adds through faux-composure, ❝ Anyway, I don't suppose you have any ideas for how to fix this mess YOU dragged me into. Or are you planning on aimlessly wandering around looking like a complete idiot. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 22 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Vince

Simon and I went for another run after our late breakfast, although we didn't go very far before deciding walking was just fine.

My legs burned from just a short run and Simon admitted his hip would occasionally tweak itself if he overexerted himself.

Instead, we took a stroll along with one of the small rivers running through the forest, talking about Sam and Xavier most of the time.

Simon guessed they'd be officially together within a month, while I found that hard to believe.

Xavier was as awkward as I was with dating, I couldn't remember the last time he even attempted to date but I had to admit that Simon was right in seeing how they matched their energy together.

Chaotic for sure but still surprisingly balanced in some way.

Walking in the woods with Simon was cathartic, from talking about the important things about our bond to the little things like our favorite movies.

Any worrisome thought seemed to shed off our shoulders, floating like a stray leaf in the wind but it did also give me time to think about things I hadn't been able to give much thought to before.

Things like our future, our bond between our wolves and everything in between and yet, it didn't feel right to bring it up while enjoying a nice walk in the woods, especially when it meant putting a lot of trust in my wolf, trust that, not long ago, I feared I'd never have.

As I should've expected, Simon was a master at figuring me out.

"Something was on your mind during our run," he said to me as we reached our room.

"Is everything alright?"

I nodded, almost laughing at how easy it was for him to read me.

"I've been thinking about something and wanted to tell you as soon as possible."

"What is it?"

Simon tilted his head, furrowing his brows in concern.

He interlaced our hands and led me to the bed.

"I'd like to let my wolf out," I said softly, enunciating each word as slowly as I sat down.

"In our human forms, first."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

"It's only fair."

"Vince."

His eyes searched mine.

"You don't need to so soon."

"I want to," I reassured him.

"I know that prolonging this will only make my wolf antsier and it's only fair that I let him see you and your wolf. I trust him enough to allow this and I don't want my fears holding him, you or myself down."

He took a deep breath in and out.

"Only if you are certain and like I said if you'd like for someone else to be here in case of anything happening..."

"I trust him," I said firmly.

I had to, even if there were still some reservations, I couldn't think of holding this off.

"And I trust you. I know he won't hurt you."

Simon squeezed my hands.

"If you change your mind, I won't be upset."

"I'm sure."

I smiled.

"Even if it's for a little while, I'd like to let him out."

"Okay."

He nodded.

"I'll be sure to tell him what I told you."

I raised a brow.

"Which bit?"

"That I love you and that I love him too."

My cheeks flushed.

"And, I won't let mine out until you're fully ready either. He'll just need to learn some patience," he mused.

"Something I think me and him could both use."

I chuckled.

"You're already extremely patient."

He shrugged.

"Sure, if you say so."

I pressed my forehead to his.

"You're the most patient for putting up with me all these years."

"Yeah, well, I don't think I'm as patient as I used to be."

"Nonsense."

I leant back to stare into his eyes.

His pupils dilated as I let the familiar shade of brown ground me, calming the nerves I could feel building inside again.

There shouldn't be anything worrying about setting my wolf free to interact with Simon but it was a fear that was impossible to shake off, especially when I've let that fester and grow for years.

Our wolves didn't harm our mates, it wasn't what they do.

Even in the case of Arthur, my father was the one who had hurt him, not his wolf.

Chase had told me that my fear of my wolf and uncertainty of what the suppressants had done was a fear.

It wasn't true, wasn't fact, my wolf would never aim to hurt my mate but years of suppressing him had led me to believe that my wolf would've hated me and therefore wished to hurt me in the worst possible way by attempting to harm my mate.

It was foolish looking back on it but the effects of such negative thinking had done irrefutable damage and after hearing Simon say the word love, it was like an ice-pick chipping the hardened armor I had built for myself.

Simon smiled.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded, taking a tentative seat beside him on the bed.

"It might take me a while to get there but yes, yes, I am."

"Take all the time you need," he said.

"I'll be right here."

I took a few moments to collect my breathing, getting in tune with my wolf's emotions and letting our connection increase.

It was easier than before, as his desire to see our mate for himself grew by the second.

'Mate'.

'Yes,' I mused.

'Let's take this slowly.'

He whined at that but remained calm, patiently waiting for me to collect my thoughts.

Last time it had felt like I was drowning, fading into a dark bottomless lake of my consciousness, free falling into a pit of despair but this time, it was the complete opposite.

It wasn't dark or felt like being swallowed whole.

Despite my wolf surging forward, I didn't feel entirely out of control anymore.

I still could feel, see and hear everything, I felt more in tune with everything around me now than before.

The shift was still gradual, a culmination of pushing and pulling between my wolf and me as we slowly got used to the idea of being on opposite sides.

Still hesitant but confident nonetheless as Simon patiently waited beside us.

My wolf's strength would never be as it was before the suppressants but our connection felt stronger than that time, our thoughts and feelings meshing beautifully together.

I almost felt calmer and relaxed, with him slowly presenting himself than when I first suggested the idea and even as the lingering guilt I harbored for postponing this for years was my wolf soothing my worries.

'Love mate,' he said, whining in excitement.

Simon pulled our hands in his, gently squeezing them in reassurance.

I knew that I was still holding on, still warily keeping my foot in the door but I knew I had to let go if I were to give my wolf full control.

'I'll be good,' my wolf said.

'Promise.'

'I know. I know you will.'

"I've got you," Simon said, his voice quieter now that my wolf was pushing forward.

I nodded or instead, my wolf did for me, the movement feeling more sluggish than usual as I kept my eyes on Simon's.

'We got you,' a distant voice said.

It was faint, not in Simon's mind link, nor was it my wolf's voice.

It took me a couple of seconds to recognize the calming voice that belonged to Simon's wolf.

It stirred my wolf, not in a frenzy or rushed to surge forward but it washed over the both of us in a way that made us feel relaxed and confident about this step forward and with lowering my guards down, I removed my foot from the metaphorical door, letting my wolf fully present himself.

[retrograderesemblance]

Jesus Christ, did he ever stop talking?

The coffee'd gone cold, though one might not be able to tell with the way she swirled the dark sludge in her tin cup, contemplating whether it was worth stomaching one more swallow or counting her losses and pouring the remaining drink into the dirt.

"Look. I understand that we both owe Brewster a debt..."

Amusement caused her sneer to dissipate, the corner of her lips curving upward, "Who told you that?"

Brewster would've been the one to tell him as much, of course, though it was funny to hear it aloud, especially when that wasn't the way it'd gone; the way she remembered it, she was the one who paid the tab and dragged Brewster out of the horses' trough that night at the saloon.

"...but I also don't have any qualms with dragging your sorry arse back to p.rison." Hints of a smile fading, Maggie stared at him wondering how long he'd last on his lonesome if she cast him aside now; g.un fights were started over far less than an idle threat.

"He needs help... he's desperate..." all words that had barraged her ears the day before when Brewster managed to track her to her campsite; that was proof enough it was time to pack up and move again, though this time with a plus one in tow.

She refused allow her eyes to follow Tallmadge's gestures to her saddlebag, instead her gaze fell to the cup held in his own hands. "I'm certain I can find something in there to convince the a.uthorities. And if not that, then I feel your name alone will do wonders."

The swirling of their mugs was nearly in unison; she didn't like the intimacy of mimicry even if it was inadvertent and in a fluid motion her coffee was poured into the dirt, her mug placed by her boot-clad feet; leaning forward, she rested her elbows more firmly on her thighs, lifting her hands to cradle her chin while she assessed her newfound traveling companion.

Maggie didn't like company, but this wasn't for her benefit, it was for Tallmadge's, this entire thing a hairbrained favor. She'd needed help once all those years ago, though that seemed wholly incomparable to this; she'd been a runaway, not a m.urderer.

"The way I see it, we might actually be of use to each other. B.ounty h.unting isn't really my thing, but I just so happen to be looking for someone."

"Hm, Brewster mentioned something about that."

He'd mentioned more than something; it was no small bounty on Tallmadge's head, k.illing a deputy in cold b.lood.

"I'd be willing to let you collect the reward before I snuff him."

It took a beat for the meaning of his words to sink in and her wicked grin returned. " Sounds like a good plan to me. I turn you in, collect the reward, then put a b.ullet between the bastard's eyes." She exhaled a laugh, the tip of her tongue poking into the edge of her mouth while she continued to smile, shaking her head, rising from where she was sat.

Beginning to arrange her bedroll, "He," Brewster, but she didn't need to clarify, "said you're a teacher."

"shut your damn mouth" from maggie ????? in a wild west au ??????

@retrograderesemblance

Benjamin rolled said mouth into a sharp, tight little line. This woman was lucky he was so loyal -- or rather, to Caleb -- because had he not been indebted to the whaler, he would've cut his losses and continued on with his nameless path of self-destruction.

"Look," he coolly began, "I understand that we both owe B.rewster a debt -- he can be quite convincing when need be -- but I also don't have any qualms with dragging your sorry arse back to p.rison." He waved toward the satchel at her feet. "I'm certain I can find something in there to convince the a.uthorities. And if not that, then I feel your name alone will do wonders."

He, himself, could just as easily be dragged off to the chokey, but didn't believe Maggie resourceful (nor strong enough) to do so.

Swirling the dregs of whiskey in his tin cup, Benjamin glanced over at her with a frown. "The way I see it, we might actually be of use to each other," he treaded. "B.ounty h.unting isn't really my thing, but I just so happen to be looking for someone. I'd be willing to let you collect the reward before I snuff him."

[twentiethcenturygurl]

tell me

contains explicit sexual content and a lot of swearing. dom damon. fem reader. damon is also being a prick so lots of rough sex (he's very insecure here lmao)

'so you admit it then? you fucking shagged him?' damon hissed at me with flaying limbs.

'why the fuck are you suddenly so controlling over me? we were never a thing! and we never will be. we made a deal, damon, no strings attached' i seethed.

'fuck. you'

'sorry?' i scoffed.

'that's rich. coming from you. you flipped your shit when i fucked that tv presenter last month.'

'yes because she deserved it. i mean Martine Kaiser?? really? she's a fucking slag and you know it. i just didn't want to catch any of her grotty sti's' i bounced back immaturely, internally cringing at my words.

a pause.

'someone's salty.' he said with crossed arms and an arrogant expression.

'oh and you're not?' i snapped back, eyes wide open.

he scoffed at my remark, shaking his head in annoyance before intensely meeting my deathly glare, returning the look.

'was it a good shag?' he asked sincerely, slowly edging his way forward towards me.

'i'm not answering that'

'so it was?'

'damon. shut the fuck up before i leave'

'come on love you know you don't mean that' he reached out a hand to place it on my waist.

i wriggled out of his grip 'i fucking mean it damon. i'm leaving if this topic gets brought up ever again' i was really at the end of my tether now.

'come 'ere' he held out his hand, only for mine to aggressively retract to his touch. 'look alright i'm sorry. i won't shag any other birds' he held up his hands beside his head as if he was surrendering.

'damon you know that's not what i want.'

'then fucking tell me what you want' his hands were outstretched with exasperation as he looked at me intently, his tongue darted out to wet his plump lips that were slightly ajar.

and boom. just like that. i couldn't resist. our lips met once again and any previous resentment had left the room; the agression still there, though.

the passion and force in our kiss was like no other; we needed each other and there was no denying that.  we were deprived...it had only been half a day.

our soft lips abused one another as our tongues moved rhythmically between our teeth.

his hand crept up my torso and past my cleavage in order to ultimately wrap his slender fingers around my neck.

applying pressure on my neck, he pushed me backwards firmly, my back now slamming harshly into the granite island of his lux kitchen.

'you're so fucking sexy when you're angry' he hushed through muffled words.

his other hand slid down and underneath my skirt, wasting no time in slipping his hand beneath my pants in order to gently pleasure my bundle of nerves.

my mouth opened to the sudden sensation that sent tingles all over my body.

damon gently bit down on my lip, pulling back slightly to allow my stretched skin to slip between his teeth as he continued to pleasure my clit.

'is this what it's all about, huh? you just wanted to fuck me' he asked aggressively with arrogance in his tone.

'don't flatter yourself' i responded, trying to hold back the moans i could feel building up within me, not quite ready to boost his ego just yet.

'tell me this feels good' he said as he pressed his forehead upon mine, slipping two fingers between my folds, causing me to let out an involuntary moan. i instantly bit down on my lip to prevent the rest from spilling out.

a smug grin took over his lips 'gwan love'

'this feels good' i choked out as his grip around my neck began to tighten.

that grin returned as he raised my chin using the hold around my neck, his bottom jaw slightly jutted forward 'now say my name' he goaded with devilish pupils.

his fingers curled up against my walls, hitting that spot. he knew my body better than myself. 'fuck damon mmppph- that feels good'

much to my disappointment, he removed his fingers from within me and removed his hold around my neck, only to firmly grab my thighs and hoist me up onto the island behind me.

before long, our lips met again, moving hungrily together through the sloppy, passionate mess we had made.

his kiss trailed lazily across my cheek and towards my ear, where he whispered 'on your knees' before he grabbed a fistful of my hair close to my scalp, pulling away to lock his eyes deep with mine.

i looked at him with no fucking chance eyes; but internally i was also so desperately eager to please. so i held my ground, waiting for him to repeat his request, and this time i hoped with more aggression.

'i said. on your knees' he repeated, with a more serious tone as he gently raised those eyebrows above his droopy eyes.

with no second resistance, i slipped my bottom off the counter and lowered myself beneath his belt.

i unbuckled his belt with shaky hands, slowly pulling the leather through the loop hole and unzipping his jeans to reveal his hardened outline.

damon reached a hand down and looped his fingers under my chin before tenderly slipping his thumb between my pink lips, gazing down on me as he watched his digit slide in and out of my mouth.

he dragged his thumb across my lips before removing it completely  'good girl'.

with no further interruptions, i began my venture to please him by gently palming his outline through his boxers, before replacing my hand with my mouth as i lightly licked a stripe up the fabric, slightly cringing at the sensation.

placing a final kiss on his tip, i reached up and peeled down his boxers with both hands to reveal his leaking tip.

once his boxers were fully down, his dick bounced out, only centimetres away from my face; his soaked pink tip asking for it.

i gently took his plush balls between my fingers as i traced my tongue across his shaft, causing him to flinch due to the over-sensitivity.

with the absence of elongated teasing, i engulfed his cock in my mouth, taking every inch so that his tip pressed firmly against the back of my throat, making me release an audible gag due to the sheer size of it.

'can't take it?' he goaded as he returned to his grip on my hair before slowly pulling out, but only to push back in again with added force.

his trust pace gradually increased to the point where he was borderline abusing my throat, ensuring i had bruises there tomorrow.

unable to take the pain, i pushed against his hips for him to stumble back, a displeased expression across his face.

'what was that?'

'damon you're hurting me' i said through innocent eyes.

he sighed, slightly embarrassed that he got so carried away. 'i'm sorry love' he apologised, visibly concerned.

'it's okay.' i sat on my knees, still eyeing up his beautiful length; just dreaming about how it would feel inside of me. 'i quite liked it' i mumbled, bowing my head as i felt flushes of pink rush to the surface of my cheeks.

'oh yeah?' he swaggered over to me again, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock as he suspended it across my gaze. 'wanna take it again?' he placed his hand on my head, being slightly more tender with his touch this time.

i nodded my head eagerly before taking a hold of his cock again, rubbing the skin of the tip across my lips before taking him in whole once more.

i gradually increased the pace i was bobbing back and forth at until he abruptly pulled his cock out, stroking it leisurely.

'i want you bent over on that island'.

with no hesitation, i shuffled back up to my feet and turned around to reveal my ready opening.

the harsh coldness of the surface pressed against my chest as his hand crept around my hip, his thumb savagely digging into my skin.

i was met with a pleasant surprise as the flat of his tongue licked across my opening, only to be replaced with his fingers as they slid in and out of me with ease. 'you're so wet, love' i could hear him beam with his words.

'mm damon please fuck me' i pleaded, bucking my hips into his beautiful fingers.

he sighed as he removed his fingers from me, before he traced them down my spine, leaving a trail of my own wetness.

his hands landed gently upon my waist as he slammed his length into me, i yelled at the sudden pressure.

he used his hands on my waist to support his thrusts, slamming harder into me with every push.

our groans and moans filled the room amongst the sound of our bodies violently smashing together.

'yeh, you like that?' he provoked through broken words as he pounded into me.

i was unable to form a coherent response due to the painfully bliss sensation i was feeling. a broken moan was all i could let out.

'tell me i fuck you better than him'

'fuck damon you fuck me so good'

'tell me i'm better' he said sternly.

'damon you're so much better- ahhhh fuck-' i groaned, panting between each word as my body rocked with each thrust.

'tell me you'll never fuck him again' he tightly grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards.

'i'll never ever fuck him again damon' i said through strained words with my neck stretched.

'now there's a good girl. you gona cum for me?'

'mmhm' i bit my lip 'i'm so close'

'you're gona cum when i tell you to come, okay?'

his fingers reached around my waist to pleasure my clit as i was on the verge of coming undone.

his thrusts became sloppy and erratic until he announced 'cum for me now baby'

we reached our high simultaneously, my hips grinding in circles to maximise the pressure as our moans filled the room; loud enough to be heard by the neighbours.

he discontinued his thrusts as we both panted our way down from our highs.

damon pulled out so i turned around to face him, hoisting myself back up onto the counter.

he packed his dick back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans, belt still un done though, before he located himself between my legs with that smile across his lips.

'well that was fun wasn't it?' i chuckled, fanning his dampened fringe with my exhale.

'it was indeed' he said as his hands wrapped behind my back, pulling me in for a dry but sensual kiss.

[kiribaku-queen]

Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.

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It’s all about fxcking - Dr. JMK (smut)

josh/fem reader

word count: 2000

summary: You decide to give spiritual psychology a try and get more than you bargained for

You saw a pamphlet at your local crystal shop that caught your eye. That’s how you ended up standing in front of the office of Dr. JMK, a spiritual psychologist. You weren’t sure if you would actually follow through, but you were always open to trying new things. You take one last deep breath, open the door, and step inside.

Immediately, you’re hit with the smell of incense burning, which seems to be some mix of patchouli and sandalwood. When you take a look around you notice ambient lighting, lots of colorful tapestries, and plenty of crystals. You’re still unsure but the environment immediately helps you relax a bit.

You jump slightly when someone enters from a hallway to your left. You let out a small laugh but instantly stop when you let your eyes focus on the man in front of you. He is dressed in all white, with a head full of soft curls. He has soulful brown eyes, highlighted by his glasses. “Hi, I'm here to see Dr. JMK.” You stutter a bit, which makes your face flush. Immediately the man smiles, and it’s so stunning that your face burns even brighter. “That’s me” he replies, as he motions you to follow him.

You follow him down the hallway and into another room straight ahead. This room has a similar vibe as the previous one, the only difference being the addition of a couch and a few chairs. Dr. JMK asks you to take a seat, and you happily oblige. “Have you ever been to a spiritual psychologist before?” he asks. You shake your head no. He smirks and quickly replies, “Use your words, don’t be afraid to speak freely here.” You find him intimidating but you're interested to see where this goes. “I have never been to a spiritual psychologist, no.” He smiles and nods, then stands and walks over to a stereo in the corner of the room. He begins to play soft ambient music, and looks over his shoulder at you with a devious smirk on his face.

“Spirituality is all about opening up your mind, but it’s also about physically connecting to the world around you” He says. “If you ever get uncomfortable during this session, please let me know. The emotions you feel may be overwhelming.”

At this point he walks over to the couch you are sitting on and lowers himself beside you. He reaches over to a small table beside the couch and lights an incense. He looks you dead in the eyes, before slowly bringing it to his soft lips and taking a slow drag. After a few seconds, he puts it aside while exhaling into your face. You’re trying to stay professional, but you can’t keep your eyes from drifting to his mouth.

“For the first part of the session, I am going to ask you to close your eyes. I am then going to touch you, and I want you to tell me what you’re feeling.”

You immediately shut your eyes, you’re just so enamored with this man and eager to please him. He begins by brushing his fingers up the length of your arms, and immediately goosebumps rise. His touch feels like fire on your skin and awakens something deep within you. As he moves upward, he gently runs his fingers along the side of your neck. You let out a little moan of satisfaction, and you hear him slightly laugh under his breath.

“Remember what I said sweetheart, I need you to use your words.” His voice has a slight rasp to it that makes your insides flutter.

You manage to get the words out, although they come out low and unsure… “That feels really good Dr.”

“Josh, just call me Josh.” he quickly replies.

At this point, he asks you to open your eyes. When you do, his face is a mere inches away from yours. The eye contact is so intense that you have to lower them, which you realize is a mistake when you see him bite his lower lip. Before you realize what you’re doing, your lips are crashing into his.

You feel him smile against your lips, before he grabs your neck and pulls you in closer. Immediately you’re on fire, as the kiss turns more passionate and you both allow your hands to wander. His hands are all over you, slightly pulling your hair while the other digs into your thigh. You begin to let out quiet little moans and you're eager to get closer to him.

He pulls away from you and asks, “would you like to do something for me?”

You instantly nod, and he guides you from your spot on the couch onto your knees in front of him. You easily understand what he is asking for, and while your nervous hands fumble while unbuttoning pants you see him reach to the same small table as earlier and grab a joint.

You slide his pants down past his hips, as he places the joint in his mouth and proceeds to light it. You allow yourself to look him over, noticing how hard he is. You work up the courage to grab his boxers and pull them down as well, and you take his cock in your hands. You lick from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth. You slowly work your way up and down, while skillfully swirling your tongue. Josh uses one hand to carefully hold back your hair, and you notice when he throws his head back a bit. Josh takes a long pull from the joint, then guides you off of his dick. He then slowly leans forward while cupping your face. You instinctively open your mouth. His lips brush your own, as he blows the smoke into your mouth. You inhale and then exhale, all while never breaking eye contact. Josh smirks at you. “You’re such a good girl.”

It takes everything in you not to let out a sound once you hear those words come out of his mouth. At this point he helps you off your knees and brings you up next to him on the couch. He grips the edge of your shirt, and slowly pulls it over your head. Your pulse begins to quicken as he places his lips against your shoulder, and begins to plant soft kisses against your skin. While he slowly trails his mouth down your body, his hands reach around to undo your bra. Easily undoing the clasp, he pulls the straps off your shoulders and down your arms before throwing it to the far corner of the room.

You begin to get nervous, as you are now exposed from the hips up. Josh quickly eases your nerves when you notice the lust in his eyes as he slowly rakes them over you. At this point he helps you lie back against the couch, as his mouth begins to explore your skin again. He takes one of your breasts in his hand while his mouth hovers over the other. He takes you into his mouth, swirling his tongue while his hand explores elsewhere. You let out a gasp, at this point you’re in desperate need of some kind of relief. Thankfully, he proceeds to trail his mouth downwards before stopping at the top of your pants. He sits back as his fingers quickly undo the button and you eagerly lift your hips for him.

Josh slowly removes the last bit of clothing from your body before placing them on the floor, he then looks up and says, “you’re not allowed to finish until I give you permission, do you think you can do that for me baby?”

You quickly nod your head, eager to have his mouth on you again.

He slowly hooks one of your legs on his shoulder while firmly pinning the other against the couch. Starting just above your knee, he plants sensual kisses along the inside of your leg. Desperate to finally feel him where you need him the most, you let out a moan. He smiles against the inside of your thigh before softly biting it. You feel a brief spark of pain, followed by another kiss to ease it away. Josh then places his mouth where you needed it the most, and slowly begins to move his tongue. The relief is instant and you let out the breath you had been holding for a while now. You instinctively grab his head to pull him closer, but immediately realize you’ve made a mistake.

Josh pulls away while slowly shaking his head. “Seems to me like you need to work on your self control, sweetheart. Same rules apply, you do not get to cum until I say you can… but I want you to sit on my face instead.”

Your jaw drops slightly, but you want him so badly that you don’t try to protest. While he lies back against the couch, you sit up and proceed to situate yourself above him. His hands grab your ass, and you lower yourself onto his mouth. He immediately begins to swirl his tongue, while you start to move back and forth. The sensation of his tongue against you is so intense, a slew of profanities begin to trickle from your mouth. As you begin to ride his face more intensely, his perfectly shaped nose presses against your clit adding to the sensation. This causes you to moan even louder, and you can feel your orgasm build within you. Josh moans against you, and you almost finish from that alone. He notices that you’re losing control and takes a moment to remind you of the rules. “You haven’t been given permission to cum yet, but I might allow it if you beg.”

He pulls you back against his mouth, guiding your hips against him at an unrelenting pace. You begin to beg, desperately seeking release from all the teasing he has done so far. “Please Josh, please let me cum.” You look down to see him glance up at you through his eyelashes, and he begins to nod his head with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Taking this as confirmation, you allow yourself to no longer hold back. Within seconds, your legs begin to shake and you hear and feel him mutter “come for me.” That is all it took for you to completely unravel, letting out desperate and weak moans.

As you come down from your high, you bring yourself off of him and onto the couch. Once Josh is sitting next to you again, you look over at him. “Fuck me,” you plead.

He answers back with a smile, and flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees. Before you can even prepare, he slips into you. After so much teasing and anticipation, you let out a needy and frantic whine. It feels better than you could have ever imagined. He instantly grabs your hips and begins to slowly move in and out of you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You can tell he is beginning to become needy because he removes his hands from your hips and grabs two fistfulls of your hair. He begins to drive into you with increasing intensity and speed, and the sensation is so overwhelming that you bite into the pillow in front of you. You begin to rock back into him, and he leans forward and gently bites down on your shoulder, stifling his own quiet moans. You know he is close to the edge when his breathing starts to shudder, so you say, “cum for me.” Hearing this, he begins to drive his hips into you at an even higher speed and intensity, and his perfect rhythm begins to get sloppy. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips again and begins to moan out a string of profanities. The feeling of him finishing inside of you sends you over the edge once again, and you both ride out your highs together.

Once you have both gathered yourselves, you help each other get dressed. Josh walks you from the back room to the front lobby and stops in front of the door. He looks at you once more with a smirk on his face. “You were such a good girl for me, but I think we are going to have to schedule another session soon.”

With that he places a soft kiss on your cheek and you turn to leave.

While exiting the building you think to yourself, “I still don’t know what spiritual psychology is, all I know is I really fucking like it.”

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Bakugou realizing that sometimes, bad things happen to good people

About: his s/o opens up to him about their trauma

Warning(s): mentions of trauma, slight angst, few curse words because Bakugou

Include(s): gn! reader, being comforted and understood by pomeranian, fluff

Note: i never get too detailed with trauma/bad childhood related content because i want my readers to feel free with whatever they're facing. i hope that anyone reading this fic for comfort has a wonderful day. I'm happy you're still pushing despite everything that's happened.

To be fair, he hadn't even thought of it. Never crossed his mind, not even once.

It was 1 AM now; way past his bedtime, way past his much needed rest for an early morning and he hadn't even tried closing his eyes. For once in his life, he was left wondering.

His life was filled with praise and ego, to be his lover would mean being able to put up with him and giving him praise when he actually deserved it. He didn't need half-assed compliments or someone on his hands and feet -- he needed someone to see him grow by himself.

You see, it hadn't crossed his mind that you were in a dark place in the past or present. You were strong in your own way and he saw it as a powerful trait of yours. You wanted to be a hero just like him but not because you wanted to prove your worth, you just wanted to save those who couldn't protect themselves.

"Katsuki! Right hook, then left!" You'd yell during your spar sessions. He takes your advice seriously, knowing you wanted him to improve just as much as he does for you.

"Fuckin' idiot," He mumbled in the darkness. You seemed so fine with it too, laughed about whatever happened as if it wasnt a huge part of who you were now. You talked like it was the weather, mundane and nothing crucial.

Could people smile after that? You did. It was scary to him how used to the life you were. You must've been scared, who wouldn't be?

"Katsuki, I have something to tell you," You said right before his bedtime, around 7 maybe. He was confused why you didn't just walk up and strike a conversation with him like usual.

Must be serious, he had thought and damn was it serious.

On the balcony, under the dark sky with a faraway look in your eyes. You didn't even turn to him once, just went on and on; one story after another. Sometimes you'd laugh like it was funny.

It wasn't funny, he was mortified and worried -- rendered him speechless to a point that his body came to a standstill.

You're a good person, he knew that most. You were someone that shone brighter than his classmates, that was why he chose you to be his partner at first.

"You must be freaked out, huh," You stated, finally turning to meet his worried eyes with a smile. "I don't blame you, it's a lot to take in."

"I trust you a lot and I just wanted you to know what you're getting yourself into when you're with me, so take your time. I'll wait for you."

Is he feeling bad right now? What was he feeling bad for? That you had a horrible life? He hated pitying people but he couldn't help but worry for you.

Also, what did you mean by 'take your time'? Had you thought Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder and soon-to-be Dynamight, was going to run away the second you told him?

If anything he just wanted to hug you right now, but he missed his chance when it reached midnight. Now he's going to accept the consequences of shock by not getting a good night's rest like he intended.

This bothered him.

How were you sleeping right now?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he was out the door. Midnight, shoeless feet, his plain black shirt and sweats, he walked down the corridor to your door and was tempted to knock.

What if he was bothering your rest? He didn't want that, not after the conversation you both had. He turned on his heel and was met face-to-face with his teacher's pet cat who wandered the dorms at night to check on students, it stared straight at his soul and kinda creeped him out.

He put a finger to his lips, trying to shush it from making any possible noise but it harnessed the loudest cat-like screech he's heard. Bakugou jumped when he heard your door creak open, turning as quick as he could to see you.

"Katsuki? What are you doing here at night? 's like...," You trailed off, looking back into your room for your clock. "1:37 AM. It's way past your bedtime."

"U-Uh yeah, sorry. Just wanted to check on you," He mumbled the last bit, shooing you with his hand. "Go back to sleep, I'll talk to ya in the morning."

It was silent for a moment and you sighed, reaching out to grab his retreating hand and pulling him into your room.

"What? Hey! This isn't allowed!" He scolded you, tapping your hand on his. He was grateful it was dark enough to hide the growing warmth on his cheeks.

"Not like it matters, it's almost 2 AM. Don't want you to go to class tired," You mumbled with a yawn. You pulled him to your bed, gesturing him to rest on top of your shoulder as you laid there waiting.

He hesitantly sits down and curls to your side, your hand playing with his soft yet spiky hair. Bakugou relaxes and focuses on your deep breaths.

"What's wrong?" You asked, eyes closed. "Rare t'see you staying up so late. Can't sleep?"

He shakes his head. "Just thinking about you."

"Awww, how sweet~," You whispered with a giggle. "What were you thinking about?"

Bakugou stares at you before grunting.

"Drop the act. I saw your puffy eyes the second you came out of your room," He snarls, sitting up and looking down at you. "Don't do that in front of me."

You frowned for a moment and smiled again, hand reaching up and caressing his cheek. It was always so soft and clear, probably from the quirk he inherited from his mother.

"Can't help it. Got used to it, hun," You told him. "Not like I could sleep either, cried 'til I could. Kinda worked until I heard Mr Aizawa's cat screeching."

Bakugou cringed with his eyes closed. "Sorry."

"No problem, I like his cat," You answered. It was silent again. "Do you think I'm pitiful?"

"No," He answered. "If you're looking for pity, you're dating the wrong guy."

Chuckling, you nodded. "Must be dating the right one then."

You sat up just slightly, kissing his chin. It was the most you could do in the position, and he didn't seem like the type to budge. He grabs your cheek and kisses your forehead.

"Whatever happened, happened. Just because you told me, doesn't mean my impression of you changed. You just...," He trailed off. "... Showed me how you need to be treated, the best of the best."

"You're a better fit for a hero than any extra. Trust me," He stated firmly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you smiled wobbily.

"Damn it, you Katsudon! I just finished crying too," You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you let the tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at your reaction, leaning in to kiss you on the lips gently and choosing not to point out the ridiculous pet name you gave him.

"From now on, tell me everything. What makes you uncomfortable, happy, and how I can make you feel better," He ruffles your hair. "I love you, idiot. You're stuck with me."

More tears fell from your eyes. He waited for your smile to come and his heart grew warm again.

"Thank you, Suki. I love you too." You laughed.

♡︎ literate-simp

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

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Part 6

You are hereby invited to the grand opening of The Iron Grill. Doors will open at 7PM. Tables are reserved for guests.

See you there.

You look at the intricate invitation in Zemo's hand. Glancing up at him, you bite the inside of your cheek in concern. Helmut was disheveled. He was glaring down at the gold lettering on the card.

You reach out brush his hair back into place the best you could. Your touch causes him to look up at you in silence. His big broken eyes are soft, his lips slightly parted.

"He came to see you, it's only fair you go see him," you say softly. You rest your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing along his cheekbone in gentle motions.

"Will you come with me?" He asks, voice quiet and soft. There was a slight pleading look in his eyes.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

You nod subtly. He tilts his head into your palm ever so slightly. You smile.

Sam excuses himself from the kitchen. When he's gone, Helmut raises his hand to place over yours, taking it in his and lowering it from his face. He takes a step closer to you.

"I need you."

Your gaze flickers between his eyes as he stands in front of you.

"Alright."

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it, before slowly turning around to look at the mess he had made.

You let go of him and step over the mess, kneeling down to start clearing up. He kneels down to, but only to take your hand in his once more, stopping you from picking up anything.

"Don't. I'll deal with this."

You shake your head.

"I want to help. Let me help, Helmut."

He looks at you. He's not going to force you out, and he doesn't want you to leave, not really. He nods and let's go of your hand, gathering things from the floor.

He can't resist teasing you a little, however.

"I thought I told you I have only one name in the kitchen."

You glance up at him.

"Right. Chef."

His lips curl up into a grin. He is looking more like the Helmut Zemo you had come to know.

Both of you tidy the kitchen, Zemo teasing you here and there, while you spent a little bit of time becoming acquainted with hi kitchen.

When you were both done, you head out into the front. A few customers had come in. Zemo and Sam nod at one another. The table that Stark had used was now clear.

Zemo looked at you.

"I shall let you get on with your day. See you tonight?"

"Yes. See you tonight. I'll meet you here?"

He nods.

Helmut stands by the door of his beloved restaurant as you leave, waving at you with a smile as you turn to look at him once more.

This man was head over heels for you.

When you return to the hotel, Wanda is there. She smiles at you as you enter. You can tell by the look on her face that she wants to know everything.

You stand beside her bed, of which she was sitting on, and smile at her.

"Go on, ask."

"How was it?"

You sat down on your bed and looked at her. There was a happy smile on your face, one that lit up your entire expression.

"It was fun."

"Tell me more. I want to know all about your future husband," she grins.

"Wanda!"

"Come on, tell me!"

You sigh softly and look at her.

"I had fun. I really did. We made a paella for Stark. Helmut showed me how to do it. Even let me have a go here and there, though I mostly just handed him the ingredients. It was nice spending so much time with him."

"I hear a but coming."

"Well, kind of. I think he really likes me. He really wants me to move out here. He wants to see me every day. He even offered me job."

"That's good though! He likes you."

"Yeah, it's just a huge ask. Also, we're going to dinner tonight."

"Look at you! Your first date! Or does today count as a date?" She looks deep in thought. You roll your eyes.

"It's not a date! Stark invited Helmut to his restaurant tonight. It's the grand opening. Helmut asked me to go with him."

"That sounds like a date to me," she grins at you.

"It's not a date."

"Still, you have to look nice. Not just for your handsome chef, but also for Stark. I looked him up while you were gone. He's a big deal in America, you know. He has several restaurants across the States. Many small businesses have closed up shop because they couldn't compete with his business," she tells you.

"Don't say that. I can't tell Helmut that! The restaurant is his pride and joy," you say, worried.

"I'm just telling you what I know. Go there tonight, see what the deal is. You never know, it might not take off over here. This is his first restaurant outside of the US."

"His first?"

"Yeah," she confirms.

"I wonder why he chose Sokovia of all places. Don't get me wrong, I love it here, but you would think someone like him would pick a more popular country."

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" The look she gives you makes you wonder if she's suspicious about all of this.

"I'll see what happens tonight then."

She nods and stands up.

"We have to get you an outfit. Something that will blow him away," she looks you up and down.

"Stark, or Helmut?"

"Helmut, obviously. We need to make him fall in love with you more."

You just shake your head with a laugh. What would you do without Wanda Maximoff in your life? You would never know.

Wanda took you shopping right then and there.

When evening came around, you stood with Wanda in your hotel room. She smiled at the outfit you had chosen. Nothing too fancy, but something stylish that stood out just enough. It should be enough to catch Helmut's attention, and be enough for Stark's restaurant.

"You look amazing!"

"Thank you!"

You felt amazing. You look at yourself in the mirror once more and then let Wanda basically ban you from the hotel room. You weren't allowed back in until after dinner.

You made your way to Zemo's restaurant. He was stood outside the double doors waiting for you. He was dressed smart, neatly ironed shirt, slacks, loafers that looked brand new. A casual, yet smart, blazer hugging him nicely, just tight enough to define the muscles in his arms.

You forced yourself to look at his face before you got carried away.

He looks so taken back when his eyes land on you. His eyes scan you up and down, stunned by how good you looked.

You smiled, rather shyly because of the way he was looking at you, at him and came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi."

"Hello. You look... wonderful."

"Thank you," you could feel your face getting warm. The way this man can make you feel so shy felt bewildering to you. "You look really good too."

Helmut glances down at his outfit.

"I maybe a little under-dressed compared to you, but we certainly make a fine pair. Shall we?" He offers you his arm.

You nod and take it, both of you walking across the plaza.

"Any idea what might happen tonight?" You ask, taking in the quiet atmosphere around you. Most people had gone home by this point.

"No idea, but I won't stand by and let him insult me or my restaurant again," he says, firmly. You can see the rage flash in his eyes.

"Neither will I, Helmut."

He smiles at you. His smile is always the most dashing thing you've ever seen.

You both make the small walk to The Iron Grill with no trouble at all. It's quite busy outside and you can already tell that alone bothers Zemo. You give his arm a little squeeze and he smiles in return. You both make tour way to the door.

"Invitation?" The man at the door asks.

Helmut holds up the card Stark had left behind for him that morning. The man nods and let's you both in.

The entrance to the restaurant is buzzing just as much as outside. People, all dressed up smartly, were scattered about. You didn't really know where to look.

Stephen Strange spots you both and comes over with ease.

"Good of you to make it."

"Well, it would be rude not to come," Zemo said, biting back anything be actually wanted to say.

"Yes."

Strange led you both over to a table. Zemo stopped Strange from pulling out your chair by doing it himself. You smiled softly at Helmut for that. He sat himself down opposite you, ignoring Stephen.

Strange walked off with a sigh.

"I feel so out of place here," you say, looking around the room.

The restaurant was big. At least 2 dozen tables. The kitchen was visible right at the back, you could see chefs cooking away back there. Strange was acting ad host, guiding people to tables. The ceiling was high up, miniature chandeliers hung evenly around, right above every table. It was fancy, but not overly posh. Classy.

A bit much for a grill house, but Stark clearly had the money for it.

Speaking of, he was no where to be seen.

"Don't worry, I do too. Escorpión Morado is a family business. This is high end business. He's here to make a profit, not to make connections and provide people with comfort and love in the form of food."

You nod, agreeing.

These two were so different from each other.

Three loud claps sounded from the other end of the room. You both turned to look. Tont Stark, wearing an expensive suit, was seeking attention.

You could almost feel the way you wanted to glare at him.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome! This is the grand opening of The Iron Grill! I'm glad to see you all could make it. Many of you have flown far and wide to be here tonight."

You look around the room.

These weren't customers, these were business partners. Now you and Zemo felt even more out of place.

"It's with great pride and pleasure I present to you a taste of my menu."

He claps loudly again. Many carts come barreling out of the kitchen, each being pushed by a waiter or waitress. Each of them were dressed to the nines in carefully designed uniforms.

Whereas back at Escorpión Morado, Zemo's staff were dressed more casually, just wearing aprons with an EM stitched into them delicately.

One such cart comes to a stop next to your table. You glance at Zemo, who meets your gaze. The tall waiter pulls the sheet from over the cart and you a presented with a selection of dishes, all three shelves of the cart full with different colours and flavours.

This was... something.

Another waiter came up to the table and poured you each a glass of champagne. Tony was holding up a glass of his own.

"To The Iron Grill!"

Everyone else cheered, but you just slightly raised your glass with Zemo before taking a sip.

"Bon appetite!"

All the waiters simultaneously pick up the same plate from the cart and place it between you both.

You both take a bite each.

"So, we're here to taste test his menu?" You ask, having absolutely no opinion on what you just ate.

"It would appear so."

"We spent all that time making a paella, something from the heart, only to come here and have taste of his insanely large menu?"

Helmut sighs softly as he puts his fork down.

"It will never work. His menu is too big, no feeling is put into the cooking, everything is too basic. He isn't trying."

You reach put and place a hand on his, which is resting on the table.

"He won't last the year. Your restaurant is everything and more, he can't top that."

The way he smiles at you let's you know they he believes your words. He's thankful you came here with him tonight.

This goes on for hours. It's getting on for 10 PM when he thanks everyone for coming. Zemo pulls out your chair for you, taking your hand in his as you stand. You sigh.

You had tasted all the main courses on the menu, and then you got to choose a dessert to try at the end. Both of you chose something different so could try each others deserts.

Honestly, desert was the best thing on the menu, but that was it.

As you neared the door, Tony stopped you both from leaving.

"Will you wait just a bit longer, I want to talk to you."

Zemo reluctantly agreed.

You all waited for the restaurant to clear out before sitting down again. Stephen joined you all, offering more champagne, but neither you nor Zemo touched the flutes.

"Did you like my menu?"

You and Zemo shared a subtle look, both of you nodded, though you considered it very normal and bland compared to what Helmut serves under his roof.

"Good. We think we'll do quite nicely here. I'm going to cut to the chase, I want to buy your restaurant, use it to expand our empire."

Helmut had never stood up so fast. The bang from his fist hitting the table startled you. He was seething. If looks could kill, Stark would have taken his last breath just now. Zemo's eyes were glaring holes into the other man's skull.

Strange had the audacity to slip a cheque across the table. There were far too many zeros on it.

"No."

"Hear me out-" Stark began.

"No. The answer is no."

You stand up, taking Zemo's other hand in yours. He didn't turn his gaze away from Stark, but his hand did wrap around yours.

You glared at Stark.

"How dare you even say such a thing."

Tony didn't look at you, keeping his gaze locked on Helmut. However, he did hold up a finger at you.

"I'm not talking to you."

Helmut was going to say more, but Stark spoke first.

"I'm offering to buy your restaurant here and now before you go bankrupt due to lack of business. If I buy your restaurant, you can keep your job and your staff. However, the whole place will be remodeled in the image of The Iron Grill and I would own the building."

You scoff.

"How dare you!"

"Again, not talking to you," Stark glanced at you this time.

"No! I'm not just going to stand here and let you insult him further. You cannot have Escorpión Morado, it belongs to Helmut. It was his father's business, passed down to him, and you're just going to remodel it? Do you not care about it's history, it's importance? You have the audacity to invite us here and say this? I cannot believe you! You may be a big shot billionaire, but there are things more important than money."

You failed to notice the way Helmut had turned to look at you as you went off on your passionate speech. His eyes had softened, his lips curled up ever so slightly at the corners.

Gosh, he was so in love with you.

You were standing up for him, for all he had left. How did he get so lucky to meet you?

"Fine, but you'll see."

Stark picks up the cheque and pockets it, not once looking away from Zemo who was still looking at you.

You give a tug to Zemo's hand, he smiles as he follows you out, both of you done here.

Helmut didn't look back, unable to look away from you. Once you were back pit on the street, only then did you turn back to Helmut. You couldn't help smiling at the way he was looking at you.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're amazing," he grins.

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not. I mean it. The way you defended me, my restaurant, my heart could burst with joy."

"I only said the truth. He can't have Escorpión Morado, don't give it to him!"

"Over my dead body."

"Don't say that!" You stand in front of him, frowning at him.

Helmut just chuckles softly and let's go of your hands to place his on your face. He holds you gently, just looking at you with a goofy smile.

"Stark will not have my restaurant. Not if I can help it. You'll see, his very own will fail within the year."

"I believe you," you say, softly.

"Stay."

"Helmut..."

"Stay, please."

"I can't."

His dark brown eyes flicker between yours with a pleading gaze. He was so desperate to keep you here beside him, to keep you in his life.

But you had to leave.

He needed to give you a reason to stay. A reason so big that, even when you go home, you'll never forget it.

He kisses you.

He's quick and swift in kissing you. Your mind blanks as all you can feel are his lips on yours, his hands on your face.

You're kissing him back.

You just melt. You give in. You want it.

You can't bring yourself to stop him.

You're utterly in love with him and now he knows it. He can feel it. Just like how you can feel his love for you.

He was a reason to stay.

He pulls away, but does not move his hands. He gives a goofy smile as he looks at you.

"Stay."

All you can do is smile at him.

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