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Professional Curiosity ⢠Chapter III - Ecstasy
RATING: E PAIRING: Knight-Commander x Camellia ; Valerius x Camellia ; Valerius / Camellia / Greybor TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS: canon typical violence, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, light breathplay, edging, oral, blood k ink/blood drinking, biting), recreational drug use, aftercare, threesome â m/f/m SUMMARY: Needing a night away from Drezen and their responsibilities, Valerius and Camellia return to Alushinyrra to spend an evening with Greybor, leading to an⌠enlightening experience for their old friend. Itâs entirely out of professional curiosity, of course. WORD COUNT: 5,231 (11,291 words total) AUTHORâS NOTE: This took so embarrassingly long to write but it's done. I feel like at this point most people know that I've been working on this particular idea since September 2022, all because of a singular banter between Camellia and Greybor and the brainworms took over. Comments and kudos would be much appreciated for this one (if it's your thing - this is very explicit)
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So Come One, Come All - Five Hargreeves X GN! Reader
Summary: After you find out that your husband of 40 years cheated on you with his own brotherâs wife, you give up on figuring out how to fix the apocalypse and run off. Thatâs when youâre lead to a suspicious deli full of the exact face you never wanted to see again.
Word count: 1647
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Cheating, Heartbreak, Happy Ending, rushed writing, not beta read we die like men
Disclaimer: Five is canonically in the body of an 18 year old in this season. Not to mention he aged like 7 more years with Lila. Also, obvious Season 4 spoilers. This season was awful and Five was done so dirty and heâs still ooc in this fic (or at least a version of him is)
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You had no idea how long you had been walking for. All you knew was that you were tired.
Tired of everything. Of the constant apocalypses, the fighting, the stress, âŚthe lying, the heartache. Everything.
You had to get away from that place. You couldnât stand to be around anyone from that family anymore. AroundâŚhim.
You and Five have been married for forty years. You both met in the first apocalypse as teens. You werenât special like him or his siblings but you were both grateful to have someone else around.
You slowly fell in love over the years as you grew older together. You had a makeshift marriage with a ring Five had made for you out of random bits of metal he had found.
You had both been recruited into the Commission together and quickly became the most badass couple in the entire organization. You were always put on missions together for your efficiency and speed.
You had followed Five back in time to see his family, consequently getting stuck in your younger body as well. You followed him everywhere. You wouldâve given your life for him.
So, how could he do this to you?
Forty years, thrown away all because he supposedly got stuck for seven fucking years in a stupid timeline traveling subway station with another woman.
You wanted to kill him. He knew that you didnât like how comfortable Lila was with him since the beginning and he had assured you he wasnât interested in her at all and that you were all he wanted. What a load of bullshit that was.
You had left after their explanation. You saw the way he looked at her. The exact same way he used to look at you. For him at had been years since he last saw you. For you, it had only been a few hours since he last looked at you like you were the world.
You had slipped off the wedding ring and threw it at his face before leaving. You could hear him trying to get you to stay and try to follow you but he was stopped by Diego.
You were so lost in thought before you found yourself in front of the entrance to a subway station. This must be the one they were talking about. You looked behind you, making sure no one had followed you but also as a way to look back on this life.
If they were telling the truth about the timelinesâŚthen you werenât going to be coming back to this one. Maybe there is a timeline where youâre happy. One where you and Five donât meet. Or maybe one where none of this happens. Where youâre both a normal married couple.
You took a deep breath as you gazed down the steps. Once you took your first step down, you knew there was no going back.
As you descended the steps, the eerie silence unnerved you. You could hear only your footsteps on the ground and the squeaking of the turnstile as you pushed through it.
You were startled by the sound of the speakers playing some sort of announcement. It was impossible to understand considering it was all backwards.
Soon, the subway entered the station and came to a halt. The doors opened and you stood still, you were still a little creeped out. Five always made you feel more comfortable in situations like thisâŚbut he wasnât here anymore.
You swallowed your unease and entered the subway car. You slowly took a seat and looked around before the doors closed and the subway started moving. You looked out the window as flashes of colour went by.
You were there for a couple minutes before you stopped. The doors opened but you didnât get up. You werenât sure if you wanted to get off yet. You wanted to be sure you were as far from the timeline you were just in as possible.
You felt something pull inside of you though. Something wanted you to get off and explore. So you did.
You let yourself be guided by this feeling deep inside. It was like your heart was pulling you somewhere.
It isnât long until you end up in front of a building of some kind. Could you even call it that? You never left the station and itâs the only other place in here. Is it more of a building in a building? You didnât want to think about it too much.
The words âMaxâs Delicatessenâ were shining brightly in your face. You were a little amused. Maybe you were hungry and it was actually your stomach bringing you here rather than your heart.
You sighed and decided to check it out.
But when you entered, you were horrified at what you saw.
The entire deli was full of copies of your (now ex) husband. This was the last thing you wanted to see and you internally cursed at your conscious for bringing you here.
You could feel your heartbeat pick up and your breathing become heavy as tears pricked at your eyes.
Finally, one of the Fiveâs had looked up and noticed you stuck in place at the door.
âDarling!�� He shot up out of his seat, audibly hitting his knee on the table but he didnât flinch.
Suddenly, every single Five in the place had his eyes on you, each with various emotions displayed on their face.
The Five that spotted you quickly made his way over to you. He lifted his shaking hands and held them over your cheeks, too scared to make contact in case you fade away.
You could see the disbelief and love in his eyes. This snapped you out of your confusion and slapped his hands away from you and backed yourself up into the door.
The Five in front of you looked confused and hurt before sighing and lowering his hands.
âSorryâŚI forgot that youâre not the same one.â He apologized.
âWhat the FUCK is going on?â You exclaimed as you looked around to be met with all the Fiveâs still staring at you. âHow did you get here? Why are there multiples of you? Why canât you just leave me alone!â
âWoah, woah, slow down. Breathe. Youâre okay. Everythingâs fine.â The Five in front of you tried to calm you down. âYou took the subway right? This is a different timeline. Weâre all the same person from different timelines. Usually the only new people that enter here are a version of meâŚorâŚus I guess. Youâre the onlyâŚwellâŚyou, that has shown up here.â He explained.
âWhat?â You looked at him like he was crazy.
âThey should sit down.â Another Five had said.
âCome on, hun. Come sit down and we can talk.â He had reached out towards you, careful not to touch you while he guided you towards the opposite end of the booth he was previously at.
You sat down, still in shock. It felt weird being surrounded by so many Fiveâs. Especially when you were trying to get away from him.
âI guess Iâll start.â Five had sat down across from you and sighed.
âIn my timeline, you and I had been together for years. We met at the Commission. At first we hated each other but we were always put on missions together. Over timeâŚI had fallen for you, and luckily for me, you reciprocated those feelings. We were together romantically for years. We were on our last mission before our contract with the Commission ended. We were planning on getting married after and retiring somewhere nice. ButâŚit went wrongâŚand I lost you. You died in my arms.â He looked off to the side and tried to play off wiping away his tears.
âI havenât seen you in years. Youâre just as beautiful as the day I lost you.â He reached a hand across the table and gently placed it on yours.
You teared up as you saw the pure love in his eyes. Your Five used to look at you like that and it still hurt knowing he no longer felt that way.
âIf youâre hereâŚthen something mustâve happened to the Five in your timeline.â He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.
You stilled and took your hand back, making the Five in front of you frown.
You hugged your torso for comfort and curled in on yourself slightly as you looked down at the table.
âWe were married for forty yearsâŚbut he got stuck in the subway with Lila andâŚI guess forty years didnât mean anything because in seven years he threw it all away forâŚher.â You hiccuped as you tried to hold back your tears.
There were multiple grumbles and scoffs around the deli.
The Five across from you reached across the table and held your shoulder gaining your attention.
âEveryone here had a version of you in their timeline. We all lost you in one way or another. I think I speak for all of us when I sayâŚhaving you here is the best thing to happen to us, and heâs a complete idiot for throwing you away like that.â He smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek.
You smiled slightly at his words.
âAww thereâs that beautiful smile.â Five said as he lightly pinched your cheek.
You giggled and batted his hand away and wiped your tears away.
A sandwich and drink was placed in front of you and you looked up to another Five holding a now empty tray.
âYour favourite, just the way you like it.â He said as he gently grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it with a wink.
You blushed at the action and thanked him.
Even though you got on that train in order to get away from himâŚyou donât think youâll be getting back on any time soon.
#ngl I kinda wanna make a smutty part two of this#both the character and actor are whole adults in this so donât get pissy with me#five hargreeves#number five#tua#tua s4#tua season 4#tua spoilers#the umbrella academy#umbrella acedmy#five hargreaves x reader#five Hargreaves#five hargreeves x reader
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Hold You Tight: Part 7
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 6 | Series Masterlist | Part 8
Chapter Summary: You meet some of the staff at the club and try to reason with one of Bucky's men about your situation.
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.3k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, mention of stalking, inner conflict, insecurities, manipulation, possessiveness, flirting, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You weren't sure exactly how far the club was from the bookstore, but you didn't say anything for a minute after his declaration. Youâd read stories about instalove before, the accelerated trajectory of feelings and relationships. It wasn't something you thought youâd ever be on the receiving end of. That mixed with a dark antihero.
How was this your life?
Bucky chose to break the silence. âYou can change here if you want.â
Your heart rate spiked as you stared at the garment bag. There was a chance that the dress was to your liking, your style. But in the car, it wasn't like you could shield yourself if you undressed. Heâd see you. Maybe even try to touch you. Was it worth the risk?
Reaching for it, you took a deep breath and curled your fingers around the hanger. The moment you grabbed it though, you set it right back on the hook. You wouldn't bother unzipping it to take a look. You weren't a doll for him to play dress up with.
âSorry, Bucky,â you began, shifting to face him. âIâm sure itâs a nice dress, but I'm not wearing it.â
âYou sure?â He asked. âYou havenât even seen it.â
âI don't need to see it. You got your way about me going to the club and I think it's fair I get my way about the outfit,â you said. âWe both know I could've met your friends another time. It didn't have to be tonight. So they'll meet me like this or not at all."
His eyes snapped to you, pinning you in place as you froze. Giving him an ultimatum over something he may consider trivial wasn't a smart move and it wouldn't be a hill you'd die on, but you needed some sort of win. Part of him had to understand that.
Bucky's lips curled in a small smile, but you still swallowed nervously. âYou look stunning to me just as you are,â he said, tracing the collar of your shirt with his fingertip. "Perfect even.â
âWhat?â You asked. You were far from stunning. âYou're really okay with me going into your club like this? I don't think it meets the dress code.â You were lucky your black dress was nice enough to get in the first time.
âAnd? I said in the bookstore that you can wear whatever you want since you look beautiful in anything, so of course Iâm okay with it,â he said, his finger gliding down the middle of your chest. âIf you're worried about anyone saying anything, don't be. Youâre my girl and my friends and I will shut anyone up who tries to make you feel less than perfect.â
Your eyes widened at the casualness of the threat. There was no reason to threaten anyone on your behalf. You could also hear Marc's voice in the back of your mind, reminding you that Bucky was dangerous. âBucky, you don't have to do anything.â
âIf someone upsets or hurts you, yes, I do,â he said.
Addison was the type of person who would defend you if you were upset or hurt. You would do the same for her. A boyfriend type defending you was entirely different. He could've just said that to make you lower your guard or play on your insecurities. So why did it still sound like he meant it?
You gripped his wrist before his touch could move further down your body. âWhat if you upset or hurt me?â You asked.
Bucky blinked at your question, an unfathomable look in his eyes. âI promised Iâd never hurt you,â he whispered. You were the only one safe from his underlying rage, weren't you? Because something was lurking beneath the surface that you hadn't yet witnessed. âBut I'd do whatever I could to make you happy again if I upset you.â
âYou realize dragging me to your club didn't make me happy?â
âI didn't drag you. You got into the car with my help,â he teased. When you didn't smile, he sighed. âI'm sorry. You told me you wanted a quiet night and I pushed you to go anyway. I just got so excited for everyone to finally meet the girl of my dreams andâŚâ He shook his head. âThat doesn't matter. I should've listened.â
The apology sounded so sincere it threw you for a loop. If gaslighting was an Olympic sport, he could take the gold. Everything about the man had you second guessing just about everything. âI appreciate that,â you said, going with a safe response.
He smiled as the car rolled to a stop. âIâll make it up to you,â he promised, his gloved hand taking yours.
You wouldnât ask how he planned to do that. âWait,â you said, pulling him back slightly before he could open the door. âCan we just sit here for a second?â You werenât ready to go into the club. Maybe you could buy yourself another minute or two.
âYou're stalling,â he smiled. You didnât disagree. âWe can't stall for too long. The longer we stay, the more it pushes back the evening and I promised youâd be in bed by 10.â
âI just want to talk for another minute. I still donât feel like I know much about you.â
âLike what?â He asked.
âThings like your family? You said there was a story about your mom,â you said.
A swirl of emotions passed in his eyes, a range of sorrow to anger and even hope. âThere is, but I want to tell you that story when itâs just us,â he said. Just the two of you. Alone together. âI will say though that the original club belonged to her before I turned it into The 107th. It helps keep part of her memory alive for me.â
âThatâs a beautiful thing,â you said honestly. She clearly meant the world to him. âAnd your dad?â
âHe deserved what he got,â he said, not an ounce of pity or sorrow in his voice.
âOh.â There was no lost love there. You wouldnât linger on the topic since that was likely another story for another time. âCan you tell me why your left hand is always covered? You said I'd never be a mistress, but are you covering up a wedding ring or something?â
The storm raged in his eyes again and you had to keep yourself from shrinking back when he wrapped a hand around your neck. Your heart pounded as he applied a light amount of pressure, but he didn't squeeze any further. Would anyone help you or care if you tried to scream? âDo you feel a ring beneath the leather?â
âNo,â you whispered, your eyes shutting when he leaned in.
His breath fanned across your lips. âI told you before that youâre the only one I see,â he whispered. âSo when I do wear a ring on that finger, itâll be on our wedding day.â
You let out something like a whimper when his thumb rubbed along your pulse. While you wanted to stall before, the car now felt too small. Too hot. You wouldn't be able to breathe if you stayed in there much longer. âI think we waited long enough to go inside,â you whispered.
Both of you sighed when he let go of your neck. âI think we did, too,â he agreed, taking your hand again. âBut before I forget, you owe me a picture of you since I found you.â
You glared at him since you hoped heâd forget about that, but he only smirked before he helped you out of the car. Parked right in front of the club, you nearly jumped when you saw Raymond standing close by, his gaze flickering between you and his boss. âHey, Ray,â you said as Bucky pulled you along.
Raymond said your name in reply as he followed close. There were already a few people lined up to get in, but your attention was on the bright sign of The 107th. It welcomed you. Taunted you. You had a feeling you were going to become very familiar with the ins and outs of this place.
âLetâs go, Kotyonok,â Bucky whispered. You hadn't realized you stopped walking until he slipped his arm around your waist and guided you forward.
Bucky nodded to the doorman and walked tall with you beside him. Of course he wasn't nervous. He had no reason to be. This was one of his castles and he was the king. And he chose a peasant to be by his side. A peasant he wanted to make his queen.
The music vibrated through the floor as you went inside and bypassed the coat check. The sound grew louder as you approached the main floor and watched the crowd, all dressed to impres. The lights bathed everyone in red and it felt like you had walked into a sensual version of Hell. And Bucky, the devil of the establishment, tugged you closer by the waist, but he might as well have put a collar around your neck to show everyone that you were his pet.
âBreathe,â he said close to your ear, making it hard to exhale. You were out of your element, the territory somewhat terrifying since you weren't in the company of your friends this time around. At least your legs weren't shaking. âWould you like a drink?â He asked.
âMaybe later,â you replied over the music.
âThen let me introduce you to some of the staff. And don't worry. They know who you are,â he said. Before you could respond to that and ask what exactly they knew about you, he turned you back toward the way you came and waved a couple of men over. Your breath caught in your throat when they approached. Both wore a black top and pants and were as large as Bucky and looked just as dangerous.
âThis is Ari,â Bucky said, nodding to the darker haired man who had a scowl on his handsome face. âAnd this is Jax.â The blonde smirked when you made eye contact with him. âTheyâre two of my best bouncers and theyâll help keep an eye on you when you're not with me.â
You scooted closer to Bucky on instinct when both of them stared at you, but you didn't lower your gaze. Their looks could never be as penetrating as the man who owned this place. âKeep an eye on me? Are you my babysitters?â You asked. Would they watch your every move, too, and report back to Bucky?
Ari didn't smile, but the scowl softened. Jax, however, chuckled. âGuess you could say that, but we don't mind,â he said, his grin flirty and eyes twinkling as your cheeks warmed. âIt's a pleasure to finally meet you, darlinâ.â
âJax,â was the only thing Bucky said, his fingers digging a bit more into your side. Ray gave the bouncer a warning glance, too.
Jax shrugged. âJust being polite,â he smiled. The man likely had people hanging all over him during his shifts with his charm. He probably wouldn't have looked at you twice under normal circumstances, but you smiled back anyway.
âI appreciate the politeness,â you said.
Buckyâs eyes narrowed. âYouâre not being polite. You're flirting with my girl,â he said to Jax, your smile falling immediately when the air around you thickened.
âJust being polite,â he said again, not at all bothered by the look his boss gave him.
âNice to meet you,â Ari cut in, his voice deep and even. People probably hit on him, too. And as domineering as they were, you felt an odd sense of security.
âItâs nice to meet you both. Hopefully you won't have to babysit me too much,â you said, glancing at Bucky. His fingers were still digging into your side, his muscles tense. Was he jealous? âBreathe,â you urged, giving him the same instruction he gave you moments ago.
The bouncers each had a look of surprise on their faces when Bucky listened and slowly exhaled. âOkay. Thank you,â Ray said, gesturing for them to get back to work. âBoss?â
Buckyâs hold on your relaxed a bit. âLetâs introduce you to Hal and then weâll go to my office,â he said.
âOffice?â
âQuieter than the VIP section,â he explained.
You weren't sure if people recognized Bucky or if it was just the aura of power that he gave off, but people moved out of the way without prompting as he led you toward the bar. He smiled as he did so, completely at ease in his domain. âYou know, I don't need babysitters,â you told him.
âYou need people to look out for you, especially if youâre with me,â he said.
âBecause youâre dangerous,â you said. Youâd eventually have to find out why. âOnce again, you aren't giving me a choice.â
âWhen it comes to your safety, I can't,â he stated unapologetically. You grit your teeth as he took you to the bar where a couple of bartenders were working. You didn't pay much attention to the guy at the other end since the one right in front of you had no shirt on, his toned torso on full display.
âThis is Hal. Our top bartender.â
âHey!â The bartender flipped his light brown hair back and flashed you a smile almost as bright as his tan. âItâs good to see you again.â
âAgain?â You repeated, nodding as your mind flashed back to Addisonâs bachelorette party. âThatâs right. You gave my friend a shot before we went into the VIP section. You have a great memory.â
âIâm good with faces and you have a very pretty face,â he smiled.
The attention from his staff was dizzying. It wasn't anything you were used to. What was it going to be like when you met everyone else? You felt so lost.
âFirst Jax, now you,â Bucky muttered. For a split second, you thought he would try to cover your eyes. âWould you put your fucking shirt back on and stop hitting on my girl?â
âOh, câmon. I'll put it on after my shift. This is getting me tons of tips already and will only continue through peak time.â Hal winked at you and you tried to smother a laugh. Between Jax and Hal, you wondered if the two of them had a bet going to see who could make their boss snap. If so, they were brave.
âBucky, Iâm not looking at Halâs abs,â you said.
The bartender snorted when his boss's eye twitched. âJust get back to work,â he grumbled, stepping a couple of feet away from you to speak to Ray.
âYou can look. I won't tell,â Hal smiled, leaning on the bar. âBoss man said youâd make an appearance tonight.â
âAnd here I am,â you smiled, leaving out that it wasn't by choice.
âIs there anything I can get you? Your drinks are always on the house.â
âIâm fine for-â A man in a blue suit elbowed his way in before you could finish. âExcuse me.â
The guy sneered at you as he gave you a once over. âUgly underdressed bitch,â he said, making you flinch before he snapped his fingers at Hal.
You glanced down at your clothes, your throat tight. You stubbornly refused to wear the dress Bucky got you on principle, but the jerkâs comment was another reminder that you didnât belong there. What would prompt someone to be so rude?
âHey!â The guy snapped at Hal again when he didnât serve him right away.
The bartender smiled, but it didn't look right as he stood back to his full height. Had he heard what the guy said? âYou know, itâs not nice to interrupt a lady, John. Maybe you should apologize.â
âFuck that,â the guy, John apparently, scoffed. He mustâve frequented the place enough if Hal knew the guy's name and you weren't about to cause a scene. A complete stranger shouldnât make you feel bad anyway.
Halâs smile disappeared completely. âDo you know who sheâs here with?â
âItâs okay, Hal. Thanks,â you said, your burning eyes on the floor as you moved back to Buckyâs side. You didn't want to be there. You didnât belong there. Why couldn't you just-
âYou okay, Kotyonok?â Bucky asked, lifting your chin with a look of concern. âWhatâs the matter? What happened?â
âNothing. Iâm fine,â you answered, giving him a tight-lipped smile. You just wanted the night to be over. âCan we go to your office, please?â
Bucky intently searched your face, something dark taking over his eyes as your heart raced. âRay?â
âBoss?â
âQuick change of plans. You take her upstairs and wait outside my office,â he ordered, swiping his thumb along your cheek. âI think Hal and I need to have a quick chat before I join you.â
âHal didnât do anything,â you said quickly. He was a sweet guy from what you could tell and he didnât need to be on the receiving end of Buckyâs anger for something insignificant.
âBut someone did,â Bucky guessed, his eyes still dark when you didnât deny it. âIâll take care of it,â he promised, ushering you toward Ray.
âBucky, itâs fine,â you said over your shoulder, but he had already waved Hal over to speak to him.
âThis way, please,â Ray said, leading you away from the bar.
Before you knew it, he took you up a flight of stairs and down a corridor, the decor sleeker than the main floor. The closed double doors at the end of the hall you could only assume was Buckyâs office since Ray had you stop just outside of them. You took a breath and leaned against the wall. Though you could feel the beat of the music against your back, it was much quieter. Less crowded. You didnât feel completely overwhelmed.
âWhatâs he going to do?â
âDepends on what or who upset you.â
âYouâre my girl and my friends and I will shut anyone up who tries to make you feel less than perfect.
You took a moment to look at the bodyguard as he stood against the opposite wall. Stoic. Pristine. âWhat am I doing here, Ray?â You sighed. This wasnât your scene. It wasnât your world.
âMeeting some of the bossâs staff and friends,â he answered.
âThatâs not what I meant. I meant⌠God, I donât even know what I mean,â you groaned and wondered how long it would be before Bucky joined you. âBut I don't belong here.â
âYes, you do,â he said.
Why in the world would he think that? âHow long have you worked for Bucky?â You asked. It wasnât that you wanted to really talk, but you didnât want to let your mind race while you waited.
âA few years now,â he replied.
âYouâve seen him date people then. Has he stalked any of his past girlfriends that youâre aware of or am I the unlucky one?â You asked. Bucky told you he tried to go the traditional dating route and that the last woman he saw tried to rob him.
âYouâre the only person he has gone to extremes for,â Ray carefully answered.
âExtremes. You mean stalking,â you said. Did that make you feel better or worse that it was just you? âSo, youâre fully aware that he stalked me. And that he plans to move me into his place.â
Ray gave you a single nod, though you wouldnât say he looked proud. âI am.â
âCan you stop him?â Your stomach dropped when he shook his head. âWhy not?â
âYou canât stop or delay the inevitable. He wants you and Iâm afraid thatâs that,â he said.
Incredulity crossed your face. He sounded like Bucky, but this was somehow worse. Did he not see that his inaction helped upheave your life? âOh, itâs that simple, huh? Bucky wants me, so he gets me? Did you even try to stop him when he began to do âresearchâ on me?â
âNo,â he stated. One simple word that held so much weight.
âWhat the hell?â Fury seared through you as you pushed yourself off the wall. âYou didnât think to step in and at least tell him, I donât know, that stalking is crazy and wrong and illegal?!â
Ray blinked and pushed his glasses further up his nose. âYou think heâd listen to me?â
Your fury didnât dissipate, but you did step back. âWell. I assumedâŚâ
âThat what? That weâre friends? He may respect my opinion from time to time and he may consider me a friend, but heâs my employer first and will not hesitate to remind me of that,â he said, glancing down the hall. âAnd perhaps it is not my place to say so, but as wrong as it is this is the happiest I've ever seen him. You ground him.â
âSo, as long as heâs happy, it doesnât matter what he does?â You asked, feeling more hopeless by the second. âWhy am I bothering? You donât care.â
There was no reasoning with Bucky nor his men. At this point, you were going around in circles. It was exhausting.
Ray blinked again. âYou assume I don't care because Iâm not stopping him. His methods are unconventional, sure, but he just wanted your full attention.â
âThere are other less creepy ways to get my attention.â
âAre there? You know what we found when we researched you?â He asked rhetorically. âYou never go out. You're either home or at work. When youâre at work, you don't give a second glance to any of the men who come in. Where was he supposed to naturally meet you?â
âThat doesn'tâŚâ Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to weep. Being a homebody shouldnât be a tool to use against you or used as a means to manipulate you. âI went out with my friends. And he flat out said âwhereâs the fun in thatâ when I asked why he didn't just ask me out. Stop making excuses for him.â
It was no wonder Bucky did whatever he wanted unchecked.
âYou went out with friends who are all in relationships and aren't interested in meeting anyone. So you didn't go out of your way to meet others which no one is faulting you for. Breaking in was a bit much, but he was desperate and took drastic steps to get to and keep you,â he said. He spoke like it was natural, logical. âYou're afraid. I know. But youâre the one in his eyes. If you try to run, weâll be forced to catch you. Is that really what you want?â
Your hands shook. âI just want normalcy.â Was that so wrong?
âAnd you wanted someone to love you. So did he,â he said with more gentleness than you expected. âThereâs always some madness in love.â
âAnd between love and madness lies obsession,â you said. Thatâs what Bucky was to you: obsessed. âWhy am I the one? Why is he so desperate to have me?â
The bodyguard considered your question. âDoes there have to be one reason? He has no family left. Work and friends can only take so much of the emptiness away,â he said, glancing down the hall again.
You bit your lip. âWhen you dug into my life, was there something specific that set me apart from anyone else he ever encountered? An incident or anything?â
Bucky convinced himself you were his soulmate, mind, body, heart, and soul. Ray stood across from you and stated he was happy since you were in his life, the happiest he had ever been. But why? Was the man obsessed simply because you were you or was there a piece of the puzzle you were missing?
âThatâs not for me to tell, but I can say heâs devoted to you and you only.â He glanced down the hall again before he straightened up. Was there something for Bucky to tell you then? âBe angry with me if you wish, but know that Iâm not just looking out for my boss now. Iâm looking out for you, too. We all will.â
You heard Buckyâs footsteps as he walked toward you, but your eyes remained on his bodyguard. âOkay,â you whispered. Ray wasnât going to help you any further. Not tonight.
Bucky stood in front of you, effectively blocking your view of Ray. âI hope I didnât keep you waiting long.â
âI hope Hal isnât in any sort of trouble,â you said.
Bucky gave you a wolfish smile, energy buzzing around him. âNot at all. In fact, Iâm giving him a raise,â he said, slipping his arm back around you. What did the bartender tell him exactly and what did he do in response? âI do want to warn you before we go in, they may stare since theyâre not used to meetings like this.â
âWhat, theyâre not used to you having someone on your arm?â You asked. You found that hard to believe.
âTheyâre not used to me having someone Iâd burn the world down for,â he said proudly, nodding for Ray to open the doors. âAll youâd have to do is give me the match.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you said, gulping when you heard the chatter and laughter inside.
Once again, you were the lamb going into the lionâs den. But you could do this. You just had to mingle a bit longer and then you could go on your way. Bucky swore heâd have you home and youâd hold him to it.
The moment Bucky took you into the office, all conversations ceased. The men appeared relaxed, like they weren't aware of or didnât care about the aura that surrounded the man beside you. He was right though. They all stared. Including a man with a pair of blue eyes you recognized.
The man who bought tulips from your shop.
âItâs good to see you again,â Steve smiled.
With a sinking heart, you began to accept that there really was no escaping Bucky Barnes.
Sorry to cut this off before meeting the rest of the friends, but it was a natural stopping point. And we'll find out what happens to John in the next part. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
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WET DREAMZ.
pairings: sebastian vettel x reader. lewis hamilton x reader. jenson button x reader. nico rosberg x reader. fernando alonso x reader.
summary: when you move next door to a hot single dad, you take it upon yourself to seduce him. too bad for you that he uncovers your plan. youâre not exactly subtle.
warnings: sexual content. like most of this is straight up smut. mdni. explicit mentions of f!readerâs body parts. charles cameo in nicoâs! implied cheating in fernandoâs.
authorâs note: i woke up in a fugue and wrote this as i ignored all of my adult responsibilities. show it some love <3 also no beta. we die like men.
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SEBASTIAN VETTEL âż
when your company allowed you to work remotely, you moved into a smaller village on the outskirts of germany. your family and friends werenât too happy with your decision to move but with the current economic state of your country at the moment, it was great for your bank account.
your house was a modest affair, with three bedrooms but a gorgeous kitchen that gave you direct visual access into your neighbourâs backyard. the same neighbour who knocked on your door when you first moved in, with a jar of honey and some eggs as a housewarming gift. he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that would have seemed disgusting on anyone else. he introduced himself in german and switched to lightly accented english when he saw your confusion.
heâd sometimes pass you when he was walking his dog, or cycling to the farmerâs market. heâd make his kids wave hello as heâd pick them up and drop them off at their motherâs. heâd take your cakes when youâd exhausted your baking hobbies and would burst if youâd have another slice. heâd grin and smile bashfully when you told him youâd made one just the way heâd liked it.
as you watch him, he turns around and waves at you. a big grin splitting his face as you wave back. youâre so fucked. you spent an hour on facetime last night with your best friends as you went through the pros and cons of fucking your hot neighbour.
the cons outweighed the pros mostly, if it went badly you could lose access to the free gifts heâd bring by occasionally or his help when he would have a look at your car when it started spluttering when you needed to buy groceries. it would be weird too. arenât adults supposed to be on good terms with their neighbours?
it didnât stop you from you asking him if you could wait out the storm in his house instead of yours as all the lights had gone out and when he kissed you, you were shocked. you hadnât needed to come up with a plan to seduce him into wanting you, because he already did.
he had you spread over his lap, his ring finger and his middle finger already in your centre. the sounds of your arousal filling the room as you fucked yourself against his digits. he smiled into the crook of your neck before kissing it.
âi knew you were this desperate for it,â he hums, his german accent thicker as he pressed his thumb lightly against your clit. heâs teasing you, and normally youâd be okay with it. playing this mutual game of cat and mouse but not when youâre this desperate to get off. âitâs okay. because i was desperate for it too.â
your eyes roll back as you reach your peak.
LEWIS HAMILTON ᯽
after your promotion, you decide to treat yourself to a summer home in monaco. itâs a flat in an expensive complex, with a pool, a gym and even a spa. youâd spend many days relaxing and enjoying the amenities or shopping with the bonus money that your boss had bestowed upon you for sealing a contract with one of the biggest businesses in your country. this was your time to relax.
yet, you couldnât relax. as you finished your daily workout - yes you now had the time - you saw the hottest man in your entire life walk past you in a loose gym set. embarrassingly, you were filling up your water bottle which overflowed and covered you with the excess. thank god he didnât see.
you hadnât been much of a femme fatale, you were more of a business woman in your head. your sister told you that there wasnât much difference between the two, just that the femme fatale chose a different line of business. it was that comment that encouraged you to start your plan of seduction.
it wasnât working, even when you wore your best gym outfit, the one that made your ass look incredible, or when you attempted to bump into him at the complexâs coffee shop in the cute two piece that exposed your best assets. it seemed like he disappeared.
until he knocked at your door at the middle of the day, you opened it to see him dressed in a suit. for a selfish second, your thoughts drifted to him wearing this for you.
âdo you mind watching my dog? roscoe is in a mood today and my usual dogsitter is busy. i have a meeting that is impossible for me to get out of. youâll be doing me a big favour.â oh. he was british.
you smile at him, as graciously as you can. thanking god that you had just come back from brunch with the girls, so your hair and makeup were still done. you told him all about how much you love dogs and you wouldnât mind at all watching his fur baby! you were a lovely neighbour after all.
he repaid the favour later anyways, on his knees and in between your legs. he pulls down your underwear, you had shaved in anxious preparation for this moment, your arousal leaving a stain against the fabric. he pressed his thumb against your folds before licking a stripe between them. his tongue flicking against you, as you pressed down harder on his face.
your moans were loud and unapologetic. you had a gorgeous man between your thighs, eating you out like this was his calling. he grinned at you, his face drenched in your juices. you groaned and put your hands on his braids.
now this was a holiday.
JENSON BUTTON â
moving to the big city was supposed to be a shock, but you took to it gracefully like a duck to water. london wasnât the nicest to everyone but it took a liking to you. you bought a house with your best friend in a family neighbourhood with low crime rates and a high chance of getting more money when youâd both inevitably sell it in the future.
it was walkable which you loved. you could walk less then ten minutes to go shopping. you had come back with a few shopping bags when you accidentally bumped into your neighbour who was coming back from picking up his daughters. he laughs at the action as he apologises and gives a hand out for you to shake.
âiâm jenson. sorry about that, these two usually have me run off my feet!â he points at his two daughters who have already ran insider the house. âitâs like theyâre my parents.â
after shaking your hand, he takes his cap off and runs a hand through his slightly greying hair. heâs wearing a pair of shorts with a loose t-shirt. it is almost summertime but the weather in london had a mind of its own. sunny one day, rainy the next and freezing for both. but jenson didnât seem to mind the cold.
you introduce yourself and he listens intently until you realise that you have to go. there is frozen food in the bags and jensonâs daughters are calling for their post-school snack. but after that meeting, you always time your post shopping trip for when jenson comes back with the girls. your roommate/best friend doesnât protest when you insist on the shopping being your chore but she does give you a sideways glance when she sees you chatting with jenson again on the step.
one night, youâve come back from a date. it went awfully as per usual, although london seemed to love you and want you, the men didnât seem to. youâre home late, when you rummage in your purse and swear loudly. you brought the wrong purse! you could call your roommate but she sleeps like the dead and probably wouldnât answer. youâre thinking of breaking through the window when a voice calls at you.
ây/n?â jenson grins at you. âare you alright?â
after a moment, and a few minutes of arguing that youâre fine to sleep in the bushes, youâre inside jensonâs home. dressed in a pair of his old clothes. he hands you a cup of tea and puts down a packet of biscuits next to it.
âso, are you going to tell me why i caught you dressed to the nines and attempting to break through a window?â heâs trying to sound stern but heâs smiling as he says it.
âbad date,â you start and smile ruefully, taking a sip of tea. âforgot my keys and well, at least you caught me before i did any damage.â
he laughs. you laugh too but not before realising that there are probably kids sleeping in the house. you bring this up to jenson who waves off your concern.
âthe girls are at their mumâs. itâs just us. donât worry. you can be as loud as youâd like.â
you end up being very loud as you lay on his very comfortable bed. heâs tapping himself again the hood of your clit as you squirm breathless from the earlier orgasm he gave you. he smiles at you, leaning up to kiss you as he slides in, swallowing your gasps as he kisses you firmer.
âyou know how long iâve dreamt of having you like this?â he asks. you shake your head, moaning again as he fucks you harder. âsince the first day you bumped into me, in that little fucking skirt. dreamt of bending you over and having you like this. anyway youâd let me. would you?â
you nod, voice locked in your throat as he mouths at your tits. he smiles at your willingness.
âgood. we have the entire weekend to ourselves. letâs see how many times i can get you to cum. hmm?â you squeeze yourself around him as you have your first orgasm. your cunt spasming as he gently pulls out. he lets you rest against him for a moment, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand down your back.
ânow thatâs number one. keep count for me darling, okay?â
NICO ROSBERG đ
you werenât a yacht person. when your university friend had begged you to come home with her for the holidays, you hadnât expected the family party to be held on a yacht. this was out of your tax bracket.
it seemed like everyone in monaco was right. the casual displays of wealth and decadence made you sick at times. thinking about how the money that went to buying that birkin bag could have made a change in someoneâs life. then you think about how youâre wearing a custom gown on a friendâs yacht and realise that youâre now part of the problem.
a bonus about being in monaco, was that the men were gorgeous. your friendâs older brother charles was handsome with dimples and a gorgeous accent. if he hadnât been in a relationship with a supermodel, you would have been all over that. thankfully, there was more eye candy in the city. your friendâs father had a business partner that was in their house more often then not.
he was blond, blunt and pretty in all the ways an older man could be. when he looked at you, you felt like the world could burn at your feet. he had also been on the yacht at the same time as you. drinking champagne, mingling with family and investors as you ate canapĂŠs and watched the sky.
âis it boring you?â he asks, as you turn around. he was dressed in a loose linen shirt, light coloured trousers with his shirt open just enough to see the smooth skin underneath. âcanât believe she brought you to a work event.â
âitâs fine. there are worse places to be.â you respond. you take a sip of champagne and you both ignore the fact he watches the sip go down. he takes note of the way that youâre still looking in the direction of charles and his girlfriend, the two still wrapped around each other.
âyouâve fallen for the charles charm?â he says, smiling as he sits across from you. he puts his ankles up on the table like he owns it, which he probably does. you can tell a lot from a personâs body language, and his is telling you that heâs used to getting what he wants. âitâs a shame. another pretty girl lost in his eyes. want another drink?â
âpretty girl?â
he nods, blue eyes darkening as he looks at you over the rim of his drink.
âwould you want me to show you how pretty i think you are?â
so thatâs how you find yourself bent over the sink in the bathroom at a yacht party, your pretty dress bunched up at the waist as he presses his fingers inside you. scissoring them to stretch you wider.
âis this what you imagined heâd do to you?â he asks, voice curious. âthat heâd go down on you in one of the bedrooms? heâd let you go down on him? that heâd split you open with his cock as we all walked around upstairs?â
you sob as he talks you through it, mascara running down your cheeks. how are you going to explain to your best friend that you fucked her dear precious uncle nico while talking about her brother. he grinds his palm against your clit as he stands up and gags your mouth with his fingers.
âcanât be too loud honey, donât want them to hear you.â
FERNANDO ALONSO ęŠ
spain was a big adventure for you and your boyfriend. the two of you made the decision to move for a few months to his grandfatherâs home to help redesign the place. it was slightly run down but nothing that you couldnât fix. the goal was to rebuild it in order to sell it off.
however, you hadnât foreseen that this would effectively destroy what relationship you had with your boyfriend. he insisted on not signing the place under your name despite you also funnelling funds into the rebuilding of the house. after another argument, you decide to take a break. wearing a bikini, and armed with nothing besides water, sunscreen and a good book, you make your way into the backyard. sunning yourself to at least gain something from all the money youâve put in, even if its just a tan and a relaxing afternoon.
âyouâre the new neighbour?â a voice calls out, as he leans against the fence that separates your property. you knew the next door neighbour had kids, you could hear them playing occasionally in the summer sun as you painted. you didnât know they had a hot dad. thatâs new information. he smiles at you. âitâs been a while since there has been a young person. the old man who lived here has been here since before i was even born. youâre his kid?â
âno,â you laugh. âheâs my boyfriendâs grandfather. iâm just here as a cash cow apparently.â
your voice turns a little bitter but why wouldnât you be? you have put in the same amount of time and effort as he has onto this place and now youâre not getting anything back. court is an option but itâll drain even more of your bank account.
âwhy is that?â he asks, head tilted as he looks at you.
you end up spilling everything to him. about the house, the money, the contract that has your name redacted. in return, he tells you that his name is fernando and the kids you always hear playing in his back garden arenât his but rather his nieces and nephews. itâs nice listening to him speak, with the heavy spanish lilt to his accent. he is the first person in a while who has just listened to your grievances so when he asks you inside for a drink, you donât hesitate. grabbing your wraparound skirt, you follow him inside.
less then ten minutes later, youâre on his lap, as he presses his mouth against your tits. enveloping one nipple in his mouth while his fingers move to play with your other one. you grind down harder against him, feeling your clit brush against the hard muscle of his thigh. your bottoms are soaked with your arousal as you lean closer and bite his shoulder to stay quiet. he leans away from you for a moment, as your eyes widen worried that youâve done something wrong.
âdonât be quiet hermosa, let him hear it,â he grins up at you then leans in for a kiss. âisnât that most of the fun?â
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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Word Count: i lost count. it's big.
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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!
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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you werenât even ready to admit to yourself. You havenât been in Hell long, thatâs true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths.Â
He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadnât share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.
Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you.Â
He seemed more⌠on edge today. His red eyes glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room.Â
âDonât go near that creepy motherfucker today, heâs about to lose it.â Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the âcrazy signâ near his headÂ
âIsnât he always creepy and about to lose it?â Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.
âIâm telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, heâs just waiting for someone to give him the excuseâ Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.
âUh. Well, about that, I think itâs time we rescue CharlieâÂ
As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming.Â
âHey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotelâs⌠personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Letâs do it!â Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.
âGuess thatâs my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!â Charlieâs overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness.Â
Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastorâs neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didnât inherit a death wish from your previous ones.
And as quick as it started, it was over.Â
Alastor just said a creepy âhmâ turned on his hell, and walked away.Â
It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlieâs bonding exercises, who knows with this place.Â
âI told yaâll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psychoâs wayâ
Angelâs voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybodyâs life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon.Â
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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasnât listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasnât looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it.Â
Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair.Â
Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward.Â
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You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. âStop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourselfâ you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlieâs âspecial stationary staplerâ out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen.Â
Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine.Â
âMy dear, did you just hurt yourself?â Alastorâs voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. Thatâs it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.
Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. âOh no worries alastor, itâs just a small cut, i can manage!â you give him your most confident smile.Â
Alastorâs head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger. Â
âNonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dearâ He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isnât too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth werenât in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first.Â
He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin.Â
Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. Heâs gonna bite off your fing-
âWould you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors meâÂ
You must have said yes at some point, you donât really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed you, answering his request to âplease follow himâ. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors.Â
This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting âdead woman walking, dead woman walkingâ.Â
âKeep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost thereâ he gently commands you, too gently⌠it feels almost⌠soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash.Â
He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.
the door locks behind you.
 if iâm being murdered, at least iâm being murdered with class.Â
âDonât be silly, Iâm not going to murder youâ Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence.Â
âOh fuck, i said that out loud, didnât I?â you blurted outÂ
âYes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time iâm in the roomâÂ
Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. Heâs not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and heâs going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you canât follow a single coherent train of thought. You donât even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.
Twice now, in a sing-song voice.
Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???
âAh hahah! Youâre back.â Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.
 âI donât like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?âÂ
Again, you donât really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that âXâ on his forehead always there?
âI asked if you know what you are doing to meâ static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastorâs clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-
âYou see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.â He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. âGood thing right now thereâs nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, petâ
You want this. Thereâs no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. Youâve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it.Â
Fuck it, you are in hell, thereâs nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. Heâs waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission.Â
âTake my breath away, AlastorâÂ
Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you canât be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didnât miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious.Â
Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldnât be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldnât be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and thereâs no going back.Â
âStripâ he orders. You want to say to him that you canât take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesnât: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demonâs arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.
Itâs humiliating, itâs dangerous, itâs hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.
Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard.Â
You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.
 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.
âNow now, we should establish some rules for this, petâ Alastorâs hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie
âRule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you canât take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take itâ He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it.Â
â Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matterâ He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic loverâs eyes your skin burns.
âRule three: donât you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or elseâŚâ static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. âUnderstood?â Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. Itâs overbearing, itâs ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.
He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. Youâve barely started and you are already being bad. âyes alastor, yes.. but please donât stopâ the soft whimper leaves your lips.
âlovely.â he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you wonât be able to take all of him.Â
His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if heâs already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you donât care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.
âMy my, what do we have hereâ his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasingÂ
âI donât think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, petâ he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didnât really know he had in him, making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you donât know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you donât feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down.Â
Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood.Â
âyou do make a mess of yourself, donât you? you just canât help itâ he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasnât going to notice. âno no no what did I say?â he snaps angrily, heâs eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet âpopâ, you feel like crying at the emptiness. âplease please alastor, donât stopâ you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. âdid I say you could hold back? donât pretend like you arenât a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we havenât even really startedâÂ
his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. Itâs so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. âplease Alastorâ you beg again, nothing but a small whisper
âI would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules⌠iâm afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard wayâÂ
Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs.Â
His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, heâs gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And heâs not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver.Â
Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. Heâs gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control.Â
The look on his face says it all, heâs gonna take it out on you and you canât do nothing about it.
You donât have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, heâs the Radio Demon, heâs the one in charge and you are his prey.
Alastor starts to slowly enter you, heâs trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesnât want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined he would, if he had more time to work on you.Â
You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now âHoLY FUCK ALASTORâ you scream. Itâs already too much.Â
âThereâs nothing holy about this my dear. Iâm going to breed you. Iâm going to break youâ and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain âyou wonât be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for itâ. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more.Â
The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. Heâs growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you.Â
Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly heâs even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure.Â
He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesnât even have to ask.
Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. âAlastor, please please let me comeâ you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.
âDonât. You. Dareâ he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. âI beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please pleaseâ
You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.
âDonât strike deals you donât know you can fulfill, petâ his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. âI promise Alastor, anythingâ. Alastor laughs.
 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief âyou may come now, sweet doeâ and thatâs it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastorâs monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.
Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.
âi canât take it, i canât take it!â
Alastor doesnât care. âI told you not to make deals if you canât hold them, didnât I?â You donât answer, you canât. you canât to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. âbut you are such a little cockslut for me that you canât help it. What a shameâÂ
He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. âyou will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take itâ static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you canât think coherently. Even this pain of being broken feels good.Â
Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you donât know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. âalastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just canâtâ the tears sting your eyes and stain your face.Â
Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening âoh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One moreâ his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.
Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth.Â
âOh we canât have you being this loud can we?â his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. âwhat would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?â
You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesnât stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. âwerenât you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. Iâve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about thisâ Alatorâs breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. âungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you donât even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??â
You canât think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. âalastor iâm so sorry, i know i donât deserve itâ you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off âbut can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Alâ his thrusts are truly erratic now. Heâs close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to noticeÂ
âpleaseâ you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again
âGood girl, you can come nowâ
instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like itâs going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastorâs cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You donât know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture.Â
You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep.Â
The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.
âOh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doeâ
You might be dreaming now.
-
You werenât dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.
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Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!
i get drunk on jealousy.
Modern!AU â After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.
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PAIRING â Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.
TAGS â polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE â Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.
I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!đ¤
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Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term âlucky bitchâ; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.
Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.
âDon't do anything stupid,â he warned him. âShe'll deal with us later.â
âBut look at her!â Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.
âShe's doing it to piss us off,â Cregan attempted to calm him down. âShe won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?â
He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.
Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone â without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.
Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.
Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.
They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.
âYou're so fucking weak, Jace,â Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.
You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.
âYou're mad?â you dared to ask.
âWe both are, actually,â Jacaerys murmured against your skin.
âAnd why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!â
âOh, really?â Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. âWhy is that?â
âYou know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!â
Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. âIs that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.â He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. âJace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?â
âI- I didn't-â
âYou broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,â Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. âYou need to pay for what you've doneâŚâ
âI'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-â
âIt seems like you need a lesson,â Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. âSomething to remind you that you belong to us.â
Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, âshe's not wearing pantiesâŚâ he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.
âGet her on her knees,â he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.
You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.
âGet on the bed,â he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. âNot you,â he sternly said. âOpen up.â
Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.
You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. âSuch a delicious mouth,â he praised you, âtaking my cock so fucking well.â
His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.
âCome on now, baby,â he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. âTake it⌠take it allâŚâ
He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips â you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.
Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.
âGrab her hips,â he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. âDon't let her move.â
He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. âWhat- what are you-?â
âI'm teaching you a lesson,â he stopped you before you could finish your question. âYou'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.â
You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.
âOh, fuckâŚâ you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. âP-please touch meâŚâ
Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. âI'll stop if you touch her,â he warned him. All you could do was cry out.
Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.
The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. âI'm so fucking close, baby,â he whimpered, âkeep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum⌠f-fuuck.â
You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.
He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.
That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.
âDon't ever forget who you belong to,â he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. âYou're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?â
Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.
âAnswer him,â he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.
âYes! Yes! I'm- fuck⌠I'm fucking yours,â you sobbed.
The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.
âFuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,â Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. âSo fuckin deliciousâŚâ
âWe've just started and we already fucked her silly,â Cregan chuckled. âShe's a fucking mess for usâŚâ
A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.
âSo loud,â the older teased you, âgonna wake up the whole fucking houseâŚâ
âI- I need to⌠please, I need to cum!â
Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the olderâs hands tightened around your neck. âOw, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.â
âP-please, CreganâŚâ
âWork for it,â he demanded. âMake Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.â
Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.
âJacey, please!â you whined, already growing tired. âPlease, please, cum in me!â
âWant me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?â he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.
âYes⌠yes, please⌠give it to me, pleaseâŚâ
As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.
âI can't⌠I can't hold itâŚâ you sobbed.
âCome on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,â Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.
âI can't! I can't! F-fuckâŚâ
Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.
You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the youngerâs body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.
âShh⌠it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,â he cooes, so gently. âSo, so good.â
âI'm- I'm sorry,â you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. âI- I never meant to make you two feel bad⌠I was- I was being so selfish-â
âHey,â Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. âIt's already behind us, okay?â
Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.
âWe love you so much,â he whispered, âplease, don't ever do that to us againâŚâ
You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.
âI'm sorry,â you whispered again to the both of them. âI'll never do that again.â
âDo you promise?â Cregan asked.
âI promise,â you softly nodded.
The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.
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HIHII hope you are doing well!!!
I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!
Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-
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I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !
a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning
wc: 8k (sigh ....)
warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of âslutâ and âwhoreâ, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut
no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you arenât all talk.
you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.
this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.
geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming â camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. itâs been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.
one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ân hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.
[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH weâre getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!
[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!
[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friendâs graduation jerking off stream
the flood of âyesââs replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his âG.S.â initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, itâs become a side hustle â finishing his masters, training to become a professor, itâs all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isnât found out.
exactly, he could have anyone he wanted â a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoruâs regular fwbâs but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.
at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldnât focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.
âif you notice, runes were created as they were spoken â spelt as they are said which almost look like âpictographsâ,â prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, âcan anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.â
he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesnât need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. heâs not even pointing physically, which he thinks heâs done a good job of restraining himself.
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âthe words and names should be as they sound â so âsâ or á should translate into a âcâ since they didnât have a C back then and itâs the closest sound to C. á canât be âhâ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, weâll spell it how we say it, so maybe itâs âjâ?â you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you arenât sure where this streak came from, but youâve been smart always, âsja . . it either can be chanel or channel since thereâs a rule you canât use the same rune twice in succession . .â
professor geto already knows youâd be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.
you take the safest route, âchanel, with one N.â
geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, âso close, miss (y/n), but itâs because i cheated a little on my part.â you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and thereâs a little grin on his face. it says â âthere is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.â
âyou are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,â which heâs sure you already know. âthat words with two Nâs or Lâs or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.â your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor getoâs face only widens â that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.
you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair â not even chĹ, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.
this never stopsâ
âmiss (y/n)?â one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly â here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.
âdonât have to call my name, iâm the only one here.â you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.
âwhat was that?â
ânothingââ
he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, youâre overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. itâs no fair that heâs so . .
âmiss (y/n).â you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how heâd be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didnât cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didnât like to hear it from your professorâs mouth.
â. . you do know you canât just rely on your brain, right?â geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.
âbut professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .â you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, âand all the sources on the internet say different things.â
âthen just find a reliable one.â
you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, âwell, i did one here.â the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.
âtoo long ago, needs to be within five years.â getoâs lying through his teeth.
âno, it does not!â you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feelingâs gone, ânot in language related papers, at least!â
âbut that claim was from the 2000âs, miss (y/n), for all we know it couldâve been resolved by then.â
âthen why didnât you say anything about chĹâs scholar article from the 1990âs?â youâre standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you werenât in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.
âher argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages â yours,â he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you donât like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but youâre forced to look up when he stands up too, âis about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.â
your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didnât match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.
even! even, as you notice how thereâs probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you donât miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.
you swallow at the silence, until thereâs the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon youâre snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, ânoted. thanks, profâ with a glare, eye twitching.
you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .
. . but youâre not very good at capping your rage. âi swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon iâm going to beat him up so bad that everyone canât recognise him.â getoâs lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed â he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.
chĹ only can tut, âso you find him attractive?â
âwhat? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?â you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as heâs packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.
âbad news, guys,â geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession heâs about to make.
âi think iâve taken quite a liking to someone,â geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.
[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!
but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . howâd your mouth and hands feel, howâd your pussy feel.
geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesnât even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping itâd be your tongue swirling around it.
what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?
âyou need a good destress, woman,â chĹ suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, âgo on camstar or something, iâm sure youâll find something hot there.â
âchĹ, i am not going on a porn streaming website! iâll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.â
âboo, donât you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time youâve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? thatâs the hottest.â
you scoff, âyeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.â
âthatâs because itâs unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything iâm more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.â your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, âbut anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?â
you donât recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and youâre puzzled at that â âplease never say that again.â just as youâre saying this, youâre typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that youâve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, youâre seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room â itâs the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.
chĹâs voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (âjust a ramblefap, need to release some tensionâ) almost tempting you to click.
âokay, will get back to you,â succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear thatâs my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a littleâ
click.
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you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.
âi mentioned in yesterdayâs lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.â professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion â it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.
youâd say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive â charming even â as much as you didnât want to admit to your friend, but youâd be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasnâtâ
[9:52am, (y/n) -> chĹ đ] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....
but today, heâs looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.
âFrench is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.â you donât even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just canât help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.
âuhâ i-i know you guys arenât well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,â geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, âdiscuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.â
[10:01am, (y/n) -> chĹ đ] wish u were here im so bored đđ profs acting so weird today tho
[10:01am, chĹ đ -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr
of course sheâd come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.
[10:02am, (y/n) -> chĹ đ] youâre so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him
[10:03am, chĹ đ -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope youâll be able to get that nut tn đđź that guy on camstar sounded hot asf
[10:04am, (y/n) -> chĹ đ] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending đ thank you fr i need it atp
âany progress here?â he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you donât know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. youâre threatened to look, but you know if you do, youâd be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.
âyup, weâre just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. butâ uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.â
you can see geto nod from your peripheral, âgood. good answer, any examples to show me?â
your friends nod towards you since youâre usually the one with all the information about different languages. they arenât foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldnât have any problem with this, right?
wrong. youâre stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.
â. . hm? what was that?â
âi was uhmâ saying howâ uh,â the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. youâre smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, itâs taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.
âlittle lady got nothinâ for me today?â geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.
âi didnât get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,â you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.
geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends wonât say anything, âwell, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldnât be doing that, would you?â
âwell, sorry iâm always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?â
you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chĹ while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldnât show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.
[11:17pm, chĹ đ -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!
[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chĹ đ] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho
by then, youâve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you donât take it back, youâre still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until youâre refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.
and finally, before youâre clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that â heâs been doing this for almost ten years? thatâs dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. heâs kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until youâre lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.
you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professorâs wrist, but you could just be imagining things.
âalright guys . .â the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and youâre recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chĹ about. âhad a rough day today.â
the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before youâre taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chĹ react with emojis to your video message (âletâs see what emails i got today, huh?â), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.
âhow cute, an essay sent straight to my email.â geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since heâs gotten your rewritten assignment, itâs all heâs wanted to check out if it wasnât for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. âyadda yadda . . oh?â
âiâm sorry for todayâs lesson,â purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, âi shouldnât have reacted in that way no matter the situation.â a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.
and then bit by bit, youâre making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .
but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you donât click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.
âteaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,â he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, âyou usually get the people who wonât do any work, the ones who are absent half the time â usually they go hand in hand.â
professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. âbut . . thereâs this one girl . . in my classesâ f-fuck.â
youâre entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didnât know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, âwho is entirely different from these categories.â
âsheâs smart,â geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, âsheâs so smart that iâd want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.â
âs-sheâs so fucking attractive, too, you guys wonât evenâ oh goddd . .â you feel like youâre being watched, so youâre careful with how youâre putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with getoâs deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.
with his head tilted back, heâs long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together â geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows youâll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that itâs your mouth or cunt doing all the work.
âs-shitttt . .â the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, youâre hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and heâs holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.
âi want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,â geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. youâre left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he canât breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, âwant to hear her moan my name.â
you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesnât speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isnât long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off â âiâd want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.â
that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor getoâs other videos.
[12:32am, chĹ đ -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........
âi shouldâve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.â chĹ rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, âdonât need to ask you though, youâre probably not worried at all.â
âtrust me, i am,â you bite the inside of your cheek. itâs been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.
âitâs only midterms â you donât need to worry too much since it doesnât contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. weâll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.â
and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.
âa B+?!â your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you wouldâve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you werenât falling behind in his class. at this point itâs got to be personal, so soon, youâre packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.
itâs late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.
professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos youâve become acquainted with.
âto who do i owe the pleasure?â
âcut the crap, prof.,â you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you wonât let yourself be treated like this, âi deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.â
geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.
âah!â with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal â but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, âhere. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didnât explain whyââ
âi. did!â you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, âhere, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasnât answering the question.â you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.
âwell, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.â
âbullshit. show me, if youâre so confident.â
professor geto knows heâs hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but heâs enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.
ânothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?â
geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights heâs spent doing anything but.
âquite the opposite, sweetheart.â the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.
âthen what the fuck do you think youâre doing, picking endlessly on a student?â
your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think itâd be good to bring up whatever heâs got going on on camstar.org but youâll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.
âbecause i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.â professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. nowâs the time.
you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, âyou know youâre not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which youâre picking on me.â
you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldnât. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, âthat wouldnât look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?â
you relish in the surprise that seeps into getoâs pretty features but itâs a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral â âso you know.â
âknow . . what?â your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like heâs always wished.
âhow badly i want you.â he whispers, but doesnât go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.
ââ. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her headâ, right?â you mumble softly, not admitting to even chĹ that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.
âgo on.â
âyou want me to go dumb on your cock,â professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.
âyou want to hear me to moan your name.â ââwant to hear her moan my name.â
a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and heâs positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.
âthatâs right.â
âsooo . .â by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you â how could you pass off such a good opportunity? âdo you prefer professor geto, or suguru?â
geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. heâs fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.
âwhatever you want, baby.â and after, itâs all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that youâre begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. thereâs a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.
âdidnât tell me you had such a nice pair . .â you giggle.
âyeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.â with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, âbut i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.â
with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, âmaybe iâll let you fuck them next time.â
geto lets out a little moan, âfucking minx,â before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon heâs giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.
âp-professor . .â itâs clear geto canât wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. âsâ so thickââ
âi know, baby, gotta stretch you out,â a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in â it was just too damn much.
âsoâ suguru, your f-fingers, theyâre soââ even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.
âwhat, miss (y/n)?â geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.
âi need somethingââ you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, âi wanna make you feel goodââ
you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.
âcâmon, prof, please?â geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there youâre going to your knees, marvelling at the cock youâve watched on your very own screen.
âbetter than you imagined?â
you roll your eyes, âshut up or iâm blue-balling you.â
geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly heâs grabbing the wood.
âf-fuck, baby . .â his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you canât reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.
âtake me like a slut, donât you?â geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.
âwant me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?â your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.
âyâyes, prof., give me everything you got,â geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.
âthatâs it, thatâs itââ you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouthâs just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.
âfuuuckkâ yes, yes, your throatâs soââ geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest heâs ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.
âmmhmâ mmf!â you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.
âdirty girl just canât think straight when she has aâ s-shitâ cock in her, huh?â
you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.
âopen.â and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, âgood girl.â
âthink iâve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,â geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, âdo you want me to be in you?â
âonly if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,â you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?
âbut youâre too cute not to bother, baby.â your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing youâd kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes theyâll be a next time.
âi mean it, suguru,â you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. âtreat me like a proper person.â
âcan i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?â
you bit your lip, heâs asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?
âwhatever you want, professor,â you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, âuse me. treat me like your cum dump.â
geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. heâs had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.
âbaby, baby, baaaby . . your pussyâs so fuckinââ goodââ he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, âlook at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.â
you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but youâre more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. youâre leaking so much that itâs effortlessly, the way he rams into you.
âsuguâ suguru . . mmfuckââ geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.
âhear yourself?â your professor proposes the question and youâre confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.
there, your professor resumes his pace, âhear how fuckinâ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,â your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, âyesss . . thatâs what i like to hear.â
geto smirks at how you canât even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.
âis this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!â
âyâyessss . .â youâre delirious, âyesyesyes, suguru!â you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.
âfucking slut,â geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, âwhere dâyou want me to cum, baby?â he knows youâll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestreamâ
âi-insideâ inside, pleaseplease,â the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. âwant your cum dripping out of me, profââ
those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you canât stop shaking violently.
âtake itâ thatâs it, attagirl,â he whines out, stroking his length to make sure youâre getting every last drop out of him, âtake all my cum . .â
geto is sure heâs getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute â but in that 60 seconds youâve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.
your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.
âoops, iâve cleaned you up of my cum â guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,â geto props a leg up, eating you out, âitâs only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .â
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Met His Match. || Soap MacTavish (Collab)
A collab with @crashtestbunny.
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Words:Â 3.5K~ Pairing: Sex Fiend!Reader x One Night Stand!Soap CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, smut smut smut, dubcon elements, unprotected piv, oral sex (f!receiving), public handjob (m!receiving), overstimulation, bathroom sex, sadism, dom/sub, rough sex, sub John "Soap" MacTavish, forced ejaculation, semi-public sex, whining, light exhibitionism, power play, dry orgasm. other tags: you/your pronouns, afab!reader, dating app, hook-up, one night stand, mean reader, exhaustion, walk of shame summary: Johnny gets fucked. a/n: Inspired loosely by my "It's a Match!" fic... but so much fucking worse. P.S. Not beta-read, we die like soap.
Friday night. 6 PM.
You just got home from work and after making yourself a quick meal, you threw yourself on the couch.
Reaching for your phone you click on the Tinder icon on your home screen and immediately begin swiping away at the men that come across your screen.
You're not being too picky. Still a bit picky, but not too much. It doesn't matter that much what they look like... so much as what you feel once you see their picture.
You're not on this app for the romance, after all. No.
You're tired and frustrated from your week and all you want is to fuck a man. In fact, you want to fuck a man so hard he leaves your flat in the morning looking (and feeling) like a cheap whore.
You'll know what kind of man you're in the mood for when you see him.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
That's when a man with the biggest blue eyes you've ever seen comes across your screen. You stop the mindless swiping immediately and just stare at him.
You can already imagine the way those blue eyes would look up at you from between your thighs, and how much better his face will look when they're glassy and he's covered in sweat and drooling down his chin...
Oh yeah, he's what you're looking for alright.
So, you scroll down to read what his bio has to say.
If that bio is anything to go off of, he's also looking for something casual. After all, he mentions fingering and being ridden in the same paragraph. Perfect.
You Swipe Right on him and your phone immediately buzzes, announcing that you matched. Sweet.
Johnny texts you first. How... cute.
Johnny: hi beautiful x Johnny: how are you doing?
Oh, sweet summer child... what does he think this is? Small talk that'll lead onto a date?
You: doing good. You: how's your night looking?
It takes a minute before his reply comes.
Johnny: very free Johnny: wanna hook up?
There we go, Johnny-boy. That's the spirit.
You: would love that You: do you know that one bar around the corner from the post office? Johnny: of course You: meet there in an hour? Johnny: i'll be there Johnny: i'll be wearing blue
You can't help but chuckle... he won't be wearing much of anything soon enough.
-
Finding him at the bar is extremely easy because the bar is not packed, albeit still pretty busy. But that's not why you picked it. You picked it because it's only a short car ride from your flat.
Johnny is leaning on the bar, as promised, wearing a dark blue t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and a pair of simple black boots.
You approach him from behind, wearing a simple black dress. Not one of those flashy, slinky club types, just a regular dress. You know what you came here to get.
"Hey." You greet him casually and he turns to look at you, his hand wrapped around a lowball glass with some drink inside. It's clear... so either tequilla or vodka.
When he turns you realize three things immediately: 1) He lied about his height. He's definitely not 6ft tall, but 5ft10 at the most; 2) He's built like a brick shithouse, impossibly wide shoulders with large, beefy arms... So he wasn't lying about his 'Athletic' build; and 3) He has a fucking mohawk.
You can already imagine the way he'd look, your legs over his shoulders, as you squeezed his head between your thighs while his tongue lapped at your folds... Fuck, you're horny.
"...nice. What are you drinking? I'll buy." You catch the end of what he said, the beginning probably a greeeting, and a compliment, and, now an offer of a drink.
You try to shrug casually and seem unbothered. You decide to humour him. If he wants to play the gentleman part and pretend this is a date, you can play along.
"Whiskey. Neat." You murmur in reply as you slot yourself next to him against the bar, your thigh brushing against his as he orders and pays for your drink.
"So, a soldier, huh? What's that like?" You muse as you take a sip of your drink, watching him take a sip of his, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Oh, how you'd love to wrap a hand around...
"I like it. Always ken I wanted to be one. Tried to sign early and everythin'. I like keepin' active and I'm good at what I do..."
He continued talking, but you tuned him out, eyes locked on his mouth, watching how his lips pushed and pulled for each word, his white teeth in a neat row behind and his wet tongue sometimes peeking out.
He talked a lot. He talked... too much.
"Let me cut you off right there." You interrupted him, causing him to shut his mouth and stare at you. "Care to have this conversation between my legs, gorgeous?"
Johnny stares at you with impossibly wide eyes, like what you just said is the most bizarre thing he's ever heard. His left brow, right below an obvious scar, twitches, a sign he's interested. "...When?" He asks in a murmur.
"Right now." You reply with a head tilt.
The blue-eyed Scot simply nods eagerly and knocks back the contents of his drink into his mouth.
-
"That's it... That's fucking it-" You croon as you buck your hips into his mouth, your back pressed against the wall, the hem of your dress curled up and tucked into the elastic band of your bra.
Johnny's on his knees on the floor of the cubicle, his tongue lapping at your slick cunt like he's a prisoner on death row and that's his last meal request and he insists on enjoying it.
One of his hands grips your right thigh, squeezing it and keeping it steady, the other alternating between rubbing your clit and going around the back of your hip to squeeze one of your arse cheeks, pulling you deeper into his mouth whenever he licks and sucks your clit.
His blue eyes are locked on yours and they look just as good as you had imagined they would as his moist tongue curls to gather some of your slick and swallow it down, to taste as much of it as he can.
He's such a fucking munch, his tongue parting your folds and diving as deep into your hole as he can get it, before sliding back up to meet your clit, giving it a greedy suck.
There's a smug smirk on his lips, even as they're buried in your cunny, and a chuckle falls from them too while he thrashes his head side to side like a dog playing tug-of-war, nearly blowing raspberries on your clit and causing you to squirm against him, more expletives falling from your mouth.
You know what he's thinking. He thinks he's in charge. He thinks he's doing a good job fucking you. Oh, how wrong he is. And you're about to show him that.
"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, sweetheart." You demand as you push his hands off your body and grab onto his stupid fucking mohawk with both hands like a handle to grind yourself against his face.
His eyes widen, but the sight of you using his mouth, his tongue, to get yourself off, hips bucking and dragging across his chin and tongue, lips and nose is enough to get him riled up.
He can't help himself, his hands finding a spot on the floor and his own legs spreading apart, allowing him to half-grind his clothed cock against the tile.
His head bobs eagerly against you, his nose buried in your mons, the flat of his tongue rubbing over your clit, his beard prickling against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, crotch and folds.
Your legs are trembling on either side of his head, but you don't stop riding yourself against his tongue, your head falling back against the tiled wall behind you, the pitch of your voice getting higher and higher.
The way the flat of his tongue presses to your clit causes your whole body to shake, your skin warming up more and more to the touch. The coil in your stomach is getting tighter by the second and your breath, as well as your moans, are ragged and long.
Your hips buck and thrash and your head hangs low suddenly as your climax crashes onto you, leaving you breathing fast and deep, your eyes fluttering a bit as you look down to find Johnny kneeling between your thighs, his tongue still softly sliding upward, spreading your folds open and swallowing your come deep into his mouth.
"That's it, drink up, I'm not giving you water anytime soon, sweetheart." You tell him, noticing how his eyes have gone glassy, a wet spot having formed in his dark jeans.
Filthy mutt got off on having you fuck yourself on his tongue...
-
Having pulled Johnny off you and fixed your dress back into place, you called an Uber and then dragged the bulky man out of the bar by the hand, marching ahead of him toward the pavement, under a street lamp, to wait for your ride.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you guided your mouth up Johnny's chin toward his mouth, locking lips with him, your tongue seeking his out.
His beard and mouth are both still soaked with your come, he smells of it, and tastes of it too, and with each push and pull of your tongues as you seek each other out, you get more of a taste of yourself.
You only broke the kiss once the Uber arrived, your phone having pinged with a warning, and a car having pulled to the side of the road not far from the two of you.
You and Johnny piled in together and while he scooted all the way across the backseat toward the other door, you slid up next to him as you two greeted the driver.
You didn't bother with a seatbelt (neither did Johnny) and since the driver didn't seem too keen on chit-chat, you allowed yourself to drape a leg across Johnny's lap, while his arm wrapped around your waist.
Your fingers slid over his thigh toward the darkened patch of denim on his crotch, and, with your leg (and the music playing from the speakers) as cover, you slowly undid the fly and button.
"What are ye-" Johnny murmured as he glanced at you with raised brows and wide eyes, like an innocent little puppy.
"Sh-shh..." You hissed as you kissed his cheek, playing the part of a loving girlfriend, or an overly affectionate date, for your driver's sake, you slowly slid your fingers through the open zipper, fishing for his cock amidst the wet fabric of his boxer briefs.
The pretty boy was already at half-mast again, even after having already come once, and your hand quickly wrapped around it as you began stroking it.
Johnny thighs trembled and his legs kicked out a bit as he felt your warm hand wrap around his sensitive member, and he looked away, out of the window, eyelids fluttering, eyebrows scrunched, and a hard bite on his bottom lip.
His cock began steadily throbbing in your hand, hardening and growing more with each languid stroke of your hand around him. He's thick. Much thicker than you expected him to be. You can feel your fingers struggling to fully wrap around him.
Sliding your palm up, you slowly rub over the hooded tip, which draws a squeak from the back of his throat, his chest heaving, and his stomach being sucked in.
"Control yourself..." You whispered in his ear which, making sure to shoot a glance forward at the Uber driver, who seemed focus on the road.
In response, you received yet another soft groan and a hiss through clenched teeth, Johnny's head lulling toward you, his forehead leaning against your temple. "Feels... fuck... I can't... you're... ah-"
"Feels good?" You murmur in his ear as you kiss his bearded jaw lightly, feeling him buck a bit against your hand, causing your thigh to bounce on his lap.
"Hm... Mhm..." Johnny grunted. "Fuck... Steamin' Jesus..." He whined brokenly as your hand kept stroking his length fully, up and down, at a slow, languid pace.
You'd draw back the foreskin, exposing the bulbous head, before drawing it up again as your hand climbed up to rub against the tip for a moment, only to roll back down once more.
Whenever the car would drive past a street lamp, the yellow-toned light would flutter briefly over Johnny's exposed cock, and draw your attention right to his pink, bulbous tip, overstimulated and angry, leaking shiny beads of pre-cum.
"Sh-Shh..." You cooed at him again, enjoying the broken sounds of pleasure he'd let out through clenched teeth, the way his cock would throb and twitch in your hand, and how the muscular man next to you vibrated with tension.
Oh, how you loved to make men break under your hand, and, even more so, how much you loved to make men like him break. A soldier, a strong man, used to dominating... How silly of him to think he had any power here...
It takes little time for Johnny to suddenly twitch and thrash next to you, his breath picking up and becoming ragged and wet, like he's struggling to control himself into being quiet...
You look up at him just in time, finding the way his head falls back on the headrest of his seat, while he grunted under his breath and hissed through his teeth, again, and again, his eyes fluttering shut as he experienced a dry orgasm, only the tiniest beads of cum slipping down to your fingers right below the head.
Just in time too, because the Uber pulled over less than a minute later, the Uber driver looking back at you and Johnny. "We're here, Miss." He told you politely.
"Thank you, Jared. I'll be sure to leave you a 5-star rating and a good tip." You replied to the driver as you slipped your leg off Johnny's lap and scooted closer to the other door.
After opening the door, you turned again and grabbed Johnny by his shirt collar, your fingers hooking themselves onto the inside of it and grazing his dog tags hanging around his neck.
Smirking, you slip them from the confines of the shirt and then twirl the ball chain around your forefinger like a lead, pulling it taut, which causes Johnny to audibly whine.
"C'mon, Johnny." You ordered as you tugged him forward, causing him to scoot forward, ducking his head to follow you out of the car, his movements languid and slow, his head still cloudy from the recent orgasm.
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"Fuck, yes! Fuck!" You whine, your head falling back, your hair sticking to your forehead and your nape.
"Steamin' fuckin' Jesus... Fuck..." Johnny groans, his own head rolling back on the mattress of your bed.
"Yes... Yes..." You grunt as you fix your grip on the bottom of his thighs, right before his knees, bouncing your ass off his lap.
Johnny's mouth is hanging open, his hands fisting the bed sheets as he lies on a puddle of his own sweat, every inch of his exposed, hairy torso glistening under the light of your bedside lamp.
You're both exhausted, your hands slippery on his sweaty thighs, your own sometimes shaking as you bounce on him again, and again.
Your pace is starting to become uncoordinated and sloppy because your legs are tired, your knees struggling to keep up and causing you to stutter atop him, driving his cock harder into you and deep against your cervix twice in a row.
It drives a desperate moan out of you both and you go still for a moment, feeling the sweat trickle down your brow.
"Fuck... C'mon..." Johnny whines and grabs you by the hip, attempting to rock his hips up against the cleft of your ass, helping pound into you...
Only for you to bounce up with him and then throw all your weight down onto him, causing his ass to be pinned back down onto the bed, and drawing a loud yowl of surprise as his cock barrels right against your cervix, sending a sting of pain up your spine.
Johnny looks up at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, seemingly horrified and confused.
Finding his eyes, you lean forward, pressing your hands onto his chest, before murmuring "Stay fucking still. This isn't about you."
"Sorry?" Johnny murmurs, whether in confusion or genuinely apology, you don't know.
"You're nothing more than a toy right now. And good toys don't talk." You warn him.
"I-" He stuttered, not fast enough to protest before you were moving atop him again, the new angle and slight pause having provided you with an extra burst of energy.
You rocked against him, keeping him buried down to the hilt and rubbing your sensitive clit against the bush at the base of his cock.
It makes you croon in delight, keeping up the same angle but becoming more and more frantic, rubbing yourself against his bush while keeping his shaft sheathed nice and deep in your weeping cunny.
Something about the warm wetness enveloping his already oversensitive cock, the sight of your face contorting in pleasure atop him, so close and yet so far, your hands pushing against his chest so he doesn't try to reach for you.
It drives him over the edge and he finds himself losing it, his big blue eyes fluttering and rolling, his jaw dropping and his every muscle straining as his head falls back, causing him to stiffen beneath you.
Out of breath, you lean your head against his chest, feeling the warmth of your release coming in the aftermath of his own, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you being the final nail in the coffin.
Johnny doesn't dare move as he feels your warm cunt squeeze around him, draining every last drop from his already reduced third orgasm, simply lying there, beneath you.
His mouth is hanging open, drier than the Sahara, every inch of him is slick with sweat and he's out of breath and his entire body is trembling ever so slightly as he closes his eyes in pure bliss.
Only for his eyes to shoot open again as he feels you start up again, your ass carefully bouncing off his sore thighs.
-
Johnny stumbles his way into the training room. It's 6 a.m. and he has not caught a fucking wink of sleep.
Unlike his normal hook-ups, after which he reports to base with a pep in his step and a smirk on his lips that no amount of push-ups, sit-ups and mile runs can wipe off...
This time, he's limping, every muscle of his feeling sore and stiff, his thighs feel like they're going to bruise up, his cock burns from how oversensitive it is...
He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, hasn't drunk water... and the closest thing to a shower he got was when you tossed him some wet wipes in the morning.
Unlike him, you had gotten up in the morning (aka after a 1.5 hour power nap) perfectly energized and like you hadn't spent half of the night riding him like a stallion you were trying to break...
Gaz is the first to notice Johnny's state as the Scot falls into formation with the rest of the unit, his eyes still sort of glassy. But he doesn't say anything... he simply raises a brow and smirks in amusement.
Ghost is standing by Price on the sidelines and notices next and, unlike Gaz, he chuckles at it and calls Price's attention to it. The Captain turns to look at Soap and has to contain the look of amused disappointment from showing on his face.
"Soap!" The Captain calls out, causing Soap to look over, nearly languidly and then approach, with Gaz following behind him, despite not having been called. He just... wanted in on the fun.
"The fuck happened to you, son? Did you get in a fight?" Price asks with a cocked brow, watching how the younger sergeant squirms and his tanned face grows warmer.
"N-No sir." Johnny replies and shakes his head, which causes him to wince, feeling light-headed.
"I think 'assaulted' would be a better word for it, Cap'n." Gaz chides, causing the Scot to huff and turn his head in frustration and embarrassment.
"Shut it, Garrick..." Soap murmurs, which earns a light chuckle from all the men, Ghost included.
"Go shower and take a nap. You're excused for this morning." Price tells the sergeant, causing the lad to nod thankfully and wander off, limping once more.
As he gets back to his barracks, he grabs his phone, typing out a quick message for you, thankful you insisted on giving him your number and taking his... Johnny secretly hoped that meant you wanted a repeat.
"Hope you're happy... Made me embarrass myself in the state I showed up to training in."
The reply he earned, however, was the most cold-hearted one he could've received... One he never even saw coming.
"I'm sorry, who is this?"
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ft: Alastor x gn! reader
summary: It's another night at the hotel. Everyone is lounging around the shared space, or sitting at the bar. With a boost of confidence (and a few drinks) Angel finally asks the burning question everyone had : How did you and Alastor meet?
cw: demi! Alastor, established relationship(married), Alastor and reader meet when they were alive, reader is an assassin , killing and mild gore (it's alastor yall), a lot of petnames, no use of y/n, no beta we die like men
a/n: it's the way alastor got me smiling and kicking my feet. he got me to break my 1 year hiatus LMAO. also, I am aware that he's ace. I myself am somewhere along the demi spectrum, so this fic is purely for comfort n coping. if you don't like it, pls ignore :,D
wc: 1.5 k (1,469 words)
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The hotel common was filled with low gentle music and idle chatter. Vaggie and Charlie were on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Nifty was running around chasing some poor roach. Even Cherri was here, with Sir Pentious attempting to flirt with her once again.
Husk was behind the bar, in ordinary fashion. Although he was mostly listening and doing his job, he would occasionally chide into the conversation the other two residents at the hotel were having. Angel was in the middle of telling you about how much of a headache Val was, while you gave him you condolences. It seemed like the only person missing was the radio demon himself, who was probably in his tower, making a new broadcast.
"Speakin of which..." Angel, who noticed Alastor's lack of presence, noted "I got a question for ya toots. How is it that tall, red and creepy managed to bag you as a partner? You're sweet and all, I get that. But how did you even meet-"
The loud slam of drinks caused the peace within the hotel to halt . Husk shoots a stern glare towards Angel, almost to warn him, be cautious about asking question's about Alastor and his darling, you never know if he's listening.
"It's alright, Husk" You send him a sincere smile. While he would never trust your husband, he can't help but believe your words.
"Well, Angel, let's start with this. If you've ever wondered why I'm down here in the first place, it's because of the occupation I had when I was alive. That's actually how I met Alastor."
Oh, maybe you were a thief and were trying to steal something from Alastor. Or maybe a detective that was on the case to solve his murders. Or maybe-
"I was hired to assassinate one of his targets."
oh.
You couldn't help but laugh at Angels' reaction. Sure, you were kind to those in the hotel, and definitely not as threatening as most overlords. He, and most people you met in Hell, just assumed you committed some mundane crime and got the unfortunate eternal punishment .
Taking a small sip of your drink, you start to recollect the unforgettable night that would define your current relationship.
It was supposed to be like any other job that you were given. Your employer would hand you a file, you would find the target, and get paid in return. Maybe it wasn't the most ethical way to make money, but hey, you knew how to kill so you made it work.
You had followed your target into the bar, while waiting away in the corner. Though your eyes were focused on them the entire night, you couldn't help but feel another pair of eyes on you.
It was probably some random patron in the bar, you guessed. It wasn't for another hour when you noticed that your target had left the vicinity.
The streets were dark, with the occasional street light every block or so. It was perfect place to finish your job. All you needed was for your target to turn into some alleyway, and as quietly as you followed him, you'd quietly go for the kill-
Quietly. Hold on, why was it so quite?
Looking up the street, you noticed that what was once where your target stood was now empty. There was no way he outran you, given that you would have heard his footsteps. To the right of you were the woods, maybe he took a detour?
No, everything felt wrong. Every single thought in your brain was screaming to run, to grab your gun that was hidden beneath your coat, to get out of here-
"Careful my dear, we wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?"
A cold blade found its way to your neck. Two very disturbing facts became known to you. First, was the fact that the blade was already stained red. And second, you were about to be the second kill of the night.
A million thoughts ran through your mind. Was this how you were going to die? How fast could you grab your gun? Would your employer be pissed off that you died in the job? With your eyes shut closed, you waited for the knife to make contact.
"Now now, there's no need to be so scared my dear! My, you look like a deer in headlights!"
...what?
Opening your eyes, you're met with the mysterious man who just had his weapon on you seconds ago. He seemed vaguely familiar, probably having seen him at the bar you frequent.
"It seems that I've caused you quite a scare. Do know that wasn't my intention. I just wanted to see for myself this new assassin I've heard so much about! You've caused quite the gossip, my dear. Makes good conservation."
You continued to stand in silence, with the initial shock of almost dying wearing off now. As mad as you were that you got caught, you were equally confused on just who this man was. With some more listening to his voice, the answer popped into your mind.
"You- you're that new radio host! Alastor, was it?"
Alastor's smile grew at the acknowledgment. "Indeed I am! Glad to know you've heard about me."'
Had anyone walked into the conversation you two were having, they would have assumed it was one between new acquaintances. In which one has a knife in their hand, while the other has a gun.
"You see, my dear, I've heard quite a bit about your line if work. While I am more than capable of... dealing with others, I propose that we work out some sort of deal. One where you can finally stop working for that employer of yours, and actually make a profit off your talents."
Alastor put out a hand, waiting, watching to see how you'd respond. It's been a long night for you, and you had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time you saw. Plus, if working with him meant you'd finally have to stop answering to your boss, then why the hell not. You take his hand, before agreeing to this proposition.
"...and since then, we've been business partners. Our relationship kind of just happened after a few moths."
It was nice to look back to when you first met your now-husband. Looking around the bar, you noticed that you weren't just talking to Angel. At some point, unbeknownst to you, everyone at the hotel had come over to listen to your story time.
"Well toots, I figured you had to be some sort of crazy to date smiles, but I guess it takes one to know one." Angels says while taking a shot, still reeling with that fact that someone as kind as you was a killer. Head nods and murmurs of agreement spread within the group.
Before you could say anything, a pool of dark clouds appeared to your side. From the shadows, the very man you were taking about stood before you.
"Hey, Al."
He faces you with his signature grin, before turning to the rest of the residents.
"It seems that I've became the topic of conversion while I was gone! It's quite interesting to see how interested you all are in with me and my dear's meeting."
The hint of annoyance in his voice was entertaining, to say the least. You place a hand on his shoulder, barely hovering above it.
"Aww, come of Al! They just wanted to hear how we first met! Besides, it's a fun story to tell."
"If "fun" means almost killing ya for the first time, I'd hate to know what you guys did when you started dating-" "Shut up Angel!"
You answer a few questions that were asked before everyone eventually returned back to their previous endeavors. Husk and Angel eventually sit around with the others in the common room, leaving just you and Alastor at the bar.
"It's kinda funny, now that I look back at it."
Alastor doesn't say anything, promoting you to continue.
"That night, I almost turned down that job. I was painfully tired, and all I wanted to do was go home. It's crazy to think that we wouldn't have met had I not pushed myself to take the job."
Anyone who knew Alastor would know that him asking for a partnership was simply outlandish. Hell, Alastor himself questioned why he was seeking you out in the first place.
No, underneath he knew. He knew from the first time he saw you. It was a different time from when you both officially met. When he saw you, someone so seemingly innocent, skillfully take down a man twice your size, he knew that he had to meet you.
"Well, mon chĂŠri, it's good that you did."
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jonathan crane x f!reader
âI broke apart my insides, Iâve got no soul to sell. The only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself.â âI wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside." "You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything.â
warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, first time, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, spitballing, cum eating, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking/ deepthroating, nipple play, orgasm denial, porn with some plot, pwp, wow there's a lot here lol
word count: 2316
authors note: if Dr. Jonathan Crane has a million fans, then I'm one of them. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has no fans, that means I'm dead. anyway, I love this man and his character so much, so I had to be feral about him. he's so pretty, and for what??? also Closer by NIN is soooo Jonathan-coded. I don't make the rules. (not beta read, we die like men here)
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Six months have passed, and youâve yet to have any form of sex with your boyfriend, Dr. Jonathan Crane. You get that heâs busy most of the time and doesnât really hold sex to a high standard like most men do. But god, you wanted him to have your way with you already. Jonathan looks like he was hand sculpted by the gods themselves with his piercing blue eyes, strong jawline, and perfect lips. Youâd do anything to have his stunning face between your legs. And you seriously mean anything at this point. Both of you trust each other with your lives. Jonathan has taken a while to open up to you, and the last thing heâs yet to show you about himself is his sexuality.Â
For the last week, every time you so much as kiss Jonathan, you get irrevocably turned on. Sometimes heâll give into you and let his tongue explore your mouth, but then heâll pull away with a satisfied smirk. Itâs almost as if he teases you on purpose. But then again, you doubt Jonathan would do it for this long, purposely depriving you of physical affection. But the things he does, donât surprise you anymore. He could very well be torturing you without you realizing it.Â
Everything changes when you stay at Jonathanâs apartment one night. You take a shower and put on your favorite pair of matching lace underwear and a shirt you stole from Jonathanâs dresser the first time you came over. You have no makeup on, youâve just finished brushing your teeth for bed, and you havenât put on any pants as of yet. The hem of the shirt is tucked into your underwear unbeknownst to you. So, when Jonathan walks into his bedroom, he sees you standing in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom with his old white t-shirt inside your bright red underwear. You barely notice his eyes turn three shades darker as you go to rinse your mouth.
Jonathan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as youâre ducked into the sink, spitting out the remainder of your toothpaste. He presses himself against your ass when it sticks out as you bend over. You donât pay much attention to Jonathan and him being close to you. He was surprisingly clingy. But when you stand up straight and look at him behind you in the mirrorâs reflection, you notice his features are much darker than usual.
âAre you-â You begin to ask if Jonathan is okay, but before you can finish your sentence, his mouth attaches itself to your neck.
With his hands splayed across your stomach underneath your- his shirt, he pulls your hair away from your shoulder. Jonathan then makes eye contact with you in the mirror as his hands travel up your abdomen to your breasts. He gives them a harsh squeeze as he bites down into the skin between your neck and shoulder. You hiss at the feeling of Jonathan being so close to you, touching you like this. You wonder whatâs gotten into him but push that thought aside when his fingertips delve past the lace covering your nipples. You gasp as Jonathan circles one with his index finger, licking up your neck and jaw slowly until he reaches the side of your face.
âYou look irresistible,â Jonathan breathes into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â you ask, biting your lip in anticipation.
Jonathan picks up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you over to his bed, where he all but gently throws you onto it. Before you can react, Jonathan is on top of you, ripping your underwear clean off your legs.Â
âLet me take care of you, darling,â Jonathan coos, pushing the shirt up and over your head before unclasping your bra next.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this,â you sigh, tugging at his white button-up that heâs yet to change out of.
âI think I have an idea of how long. Show me how bad you want it,â Jonathan says, moving his hands off of you completely.
The urge to rip the man in front of you apart bubbles up in your lower stomach, and you sit on your knees in front of Jonathan. You rip his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere in the room. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his chest as he slides his fingers through your hair, gripping it harshly as he pulls your head back so you can look at him. You stare at him unwaveringly; your eyes half-lidded with growing lust. After studying the smirk on your face, Jonathan lets go of you, and you immediately go for the button and zipper of his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, you yank it out of the belt loops and toss it on the floor. You pull his pants down his hips far enough for you to get where you want. Pulling Jonathanâs cock out, you marvel at it momentarily before taking his head into your warm mouth. There was no way youâd be able to take all of him without gagging, but youâre going to try anyway. Youâve waited too long for this.
âFuck,â Jonathan keens as you swivel your tongue around him, gathering his precum.
He realizes heâs definitely waited too long for this.
But he has been nervous about being vulnerable around you. He actually cares about you, believe it or not. And doesnât want to hurt you- not severely, anyway. Only as much as youâll let him.Â
Before Jonathan can tell you to hurry up and take his cock, you slam your nose into his pelvis, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. He lets out the dirtiest moan youâve ever heard, sending heat straight to your bare core. Youâre impossibly wet, rubbing your thighs together as you bob your head along Jonathanâs length with fervor. You let him thrust into your mouth as you helplessly gag around him, spit dribbling down your chin as tears fall from your eyes. Jonathan face fucks you, and you simply take it, enjoying every second of his perfect cock in your mouth. Your fingernails dig into his hips, causing him to bite his lip as he looks down at you. You peek up at him through your eyelashes, pulling him out of your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. Suddenly, your face is ripped away from his body.
âLay back on the bed like a good girl for me,â Jonathan growls, your hair in a vice grip in his hand once again.
You quickly crawl to the pillows, lying down as Jonathan discards the rest of his clothing, completely naked and revealed to you at last. You scan his body, freckles dotting the places his clothing hides. Theyâre not just dusted along his cheeks but his shoulders too. His back is also covered in constellation-like freckles. Jonathan tries not to notice you studying him, but he canât help but drink in your appearance too. How your waist and hips make the perfect shape, how your breasts are perked up from your arousal, and how your skin looks in the room's lighting. Jonathan looks perfect to you, and you look flawless to him.Â
âBeautiful,â Jonathan sighs, kissing your ankle and up your calf until he meets your thigh.
Your breath hitches as his face lingers at your pussy, right where you need him, but then he goes to your other thigh and sucks a mark into your skin there. You throw your legs over his shoulders, and he tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sassy yet emotionless look of his.Â
âImpatient, are we?â Jonathan asks, hovering his lips right over you as his breath hits the sensitive, wet skin.
âVery,â you drawl, glaring at him playfully, âIâve waited six months for you to eat me out, you know.â
âIâm aware,â Jonathan says, his eyes carefully taking in your anatomy, âI want to make it well worth it, dear.â
You reach down and rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to you. Jonathan wordlessly attacks your folds, licking intense stripes up and down your slit. Heâll circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth on the bundle of nerves, causing you to entangle your fingers deeper into his hair. Jonathan then takes both hands and spreads you open, flattening his tongue and shaking his head vigorously as he laps at you like a thirsting man.Â
âOh fuck,â you moan, thrusting into his face.
Jonathan sneaks a finger into your entrance, curling it against the spongy spot he finds inside you. He strokes it teasingly to the same rhythm of his tongue against your clit. You clamp your thighs against the sides of Jonathanâs head, essentially trapping him. He slips another finger into you, slamming them in and out of you as the sound of your arousal bounces off the walls.
âThat feel good, baby?â Jonathan hums, his mouth pulling away from you despite your thighs, his darkened blue eyes boring into yours.
âMhmm,â you nod, rocking your hips onto his fingers as he adds a third, stretching you out.
âThatâs right, fuck yourself on my fingers,â Jonathan gasps, thrusting them faster and harder into you as his thumb finds your bundle of nerves, pressing into it.
Youâre so close that you can already feel the knot in your stomach about to come undone. Your hand finds Jonathanâs cheek, caressing it as his eyes meet yours again. You arch your back close to your peak. But then, Jonathan pulls his fingers from you, tucking them into his mouth as you glare at him. He just chuckles darkly at you before grabbing you by the throat.
âOpen your mouth,â he demands.
You obey, Jonathanâs grip on your neck dizzying you. He gathers your slick and his spit in his mouth before spitting it into yours, forcing your mouth closed.
âNow swallow like a good girl,â Jonathan says, holding his hand around your throat once more.
You taste yourself on your tongue, swallowing the spit as you were told.Â
Jonathanâs hand travels to your face as his thumb pulls your mouth open so he can thoroughly inspect it, âPerfect.â
He sits up, spreading your legs further open so he can line himself up with your begging entrance. Gathering some of the wetness there, Jonathan pushes himself into you slowly. Your hand flies to his shoulder blades, your nails digging into his pale skin. Finally, Jonathan fills you up completely, his hips flush against yours. You throw your head back at the feeling of fullness, the sting of the stretch turning into pleasure.Â
âGod, Jonathan,â you move your hips a little, âYou feel amazing.â
âYouâre so tight itâs almost ridiculous,â Jonathan dryly jokes, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulls all the way out, then slams back into you.
âFuck,â you seethe, and one of Jonathanâs hands find their way back to your throat.
He repeats his motion, pulling his hips back then snapping them forward again, gaining a steady pace. Youâre a moaning mess as he quickens his rhythm. Jonathanâs face is leant down to your ear as he grunts into it. The headboard begins to slam into the wall behind you, but neither of you care about the dent itâll probably leave in the drywall.Â
âJonathan,â you drawl out in a high pitched cry, his cock hitting your cervix just right.
âI shouldnât have waited so long to destroy you like this,â Jonathan says in between his groans, âI love seeing you fall apart underneath me.â
Your eyes screw shut, rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you hard and fast, sure enough to leave you sore tomorrow. The sound and smell of sex fills the room as sweat beads on your forehead. Youâre moving your hips at the same time as Jonathan, matching his quick and harsh thrusts. Heâs hitting every spot within you just right, the shaft of his cock rubbing your clit perfectly every time he pushes it into you. You start seeing stars behind your eyes from the pressure his fingers are putting on your throat and the building orgasm in your stomach.Â
âGod, I wanna cum,â you scream, âPlease make me cum,â youâre nearly begging incoherently now.
âFuck, thatâs right, beg me. Show me how long youâve wanted me to fuck your witty little brains out,â Jonathan says behind gritted teeth, his own orgasm peeking over the horizon.
You start babbling and repeating, âPlease,â like a mantra until Jonathan hits a spot within you that causes the stars behind your eyes to explode with white light. You feel yourself gush around him as his thrusts become sloppy, your clenching sending him over the edge. Jonathan spills into you as you both ride out your orgasms, whispering each otherâs names weakly.
Jonathan runs a hand over his hair, sitting back as he catches his breath and pulls himself out of you. Your chest heaves as you feel the mixture of your cum and Jonathanâs cum seep from you.Â
âThat was amazing,â you sigh, melting into the mattress.
Jonathan lays down next to you, pulling you into his chest, âWe can clean up later. For now, just rest a moment.â
After a brief moment of silence, you finally ask the begging question.
âWhy did you wait so long?â
âI was nervous,â Jonathan confesses, âI havenât let anyone in, in a long time. And Iâve finally let you in enough for you to experience this part of me.â
âI see,â you say, curling your arms around his that are crossed over your breasts.
âWas the wait worth it?â Jonathan asks, burying his face into your neck.
âI think one more round will make it even.â
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haiiii- um if your requests are open can you do gojo getting absolutely demolished by domtop m reader.... pls pls lots of praise and maybe a pink collar if you're ok with that? If not just ordering him around and degrading/humiliating gojo is fine (â  â ââ âżâ ââ  â )â ⥠I am not too picky
Also, if you have an anon list, can I be đłď¸anon? If it's taken, I would like to be đ or đŤanon then!
Take your time and remember to take breaks (â ・â シâ Ďâ シâ ・â )â ďž !!
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note: I didnât know if u wanted afab gojo, so I didnât add afab lang in this lilâ drabble. I also cringed a lil making this fic so appreciate it đ I think I lost track butâŚ. I may have been high making this so thereâs many details I forgot⌠đ¤
warnings:: no beta read, we die like men. sexual content, praise, (undercover edging) collars, leashing, orgasm denial, humiliation, overstim, gojoâs infinity doesnât work, you canât find logic here sorry.. suffocation (???) no prep :(
synopsis:: the strongest gets a nice little reward for being a good boy.
ânameâŚhngh, mph.. please..?â gojo pleads as you stroke his dick slowly, your rough palms sliding against the vein of his dick so nicely. itâs only been around 5 minutes, but it feels like itâs been hours. âjust wait fâme, mâkay? if you hold it, Iâll give you a reward.â he nods his head, on the verge of tears from the pain coming from his red, angry cock. âdoinâ so good for me⌠like the good boy you are.â you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster, little by little. âplease.. please, please..â you cover his slit, preventing any cum leaking out.
You smear his pre all over his tip before covering his slit again. ânot yet.â you mumble, staring at his little cock in amusement as you notice his cock the same shade as his face, his cock twitching in your hand as you slow down, seeing how gojoâs cock twitches and turns from different paces, like youâre experimenting on him. gojo whines from frustration, moving to put his hand on his cock. you slap it away, looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.
you stop stroking him, letting go of his cock as he whines from the loss of buildup. âyou want to cum? hm, gojo?â you ask him in a mocking tone, but gojo doesnât even notice from the desperation to cum, I mean⌠hey, you canât really blame him. he wanted to cum so bad, he couldnât control it..!! he nods in a heartbeat, agreeing without hesitation. âmhm, wanna cum so badd..!â
you put a pink little collar on his neck, connecting the buckle before connecting a leash to the d-ring. âon all fours, baby.â gojo complies, getting on his hands and knees, facing the wall. You run your hand down his spine, gojo shivering from the touch, his back arching. you hold his hips and place before sliding your cock into his pretty pink hole slowly.
gojo whines at the intrusion in his hole, hiding his face in the sheets as you continue, bottoming out with a groan, while gojo whimpers into the sheets. his hole pulses around your cock, chains of curses and moans coming from his mouth.
you let out a sigh before grabbing the leash, holding the grip securely. you finally (to gojo) decide to move, your cock sliding in and out his ass nicely. his hole so welcoming, as if it was made for you, molded perfectly like a fleshlight. thinking about it gets you riled up, picking up the pace with each thrust. gojo mewls, gasping and moaning, each moan cutting off the other like little âah, ah ahâsâ
âhnn.. oh, rightâ right there..!â gojo spewed, a guttural moan forced from his mouth as you tugged on his collar with a leash, gojo came from only that, his semen staining his pretty pink gown. his hole squirms and clenches around you, as if he doesnât want you to move not an inch. you smirk and continue your pace, wrapping the leash around your arm before pulling it.
the feelingâ is one that of fear and bliss. one part of his mind is in a panic from the loss of oxygen. instinctively, he puts his hand up to his neck, and tears threaten to escape from his eyes. but then again, the other part is thinking about the overwhelming pleasureâ you plowing him from behind. your paceâ is almost poisonous. itâs slowly killing him.
oh fuck.
his dick twitches again before he cums again, his back arching so suddenly it starts to hurt. his eyes roll back into his head, pure ecstasy overlapping his thoughts. you let go of the leash before pulling out, letting gojo fall on the bed.
âwhyâd you give out? we have much more to do..â you turn him on his back, moving his right leg to his shoulder, getting in between his legs. gojo doesnât even comprehend or realize what youâre about to do as he lets himself be handled by you.
you slide your cock back inside his ass before immediately gettting down to business before gojo finally realizes what youâre doing âw-wait..! no more..!â gojo exclaims, moving his legs and closing them âmm? I still havenât came yet.â you said while moving his legs back. âbe a good boy and take it, âkay?â gojo nods before wrapping his arm around your neck, positioning himself move comfortably.
âgood boy..â you praise him before bottoming out again, this time moving with only a motive to cum, fucking him like heâs a sex doll of some sort. gojo cries out at the new angle, feeling as if youâre fucking him in the guts. you level yourself to his neck, assaulting his nape, leaving red and purple blotches after youâre done with each part of skin youâve been working on.
girly squeals and cries escape gojo as you thrust your hips like a wild beast in heat. his hands bury themselves in your hair, tugging on each coil/string of hair as he whines from the overstimulation. tear-stained face, a red angry cock begging for attention, and a very tired gojo.
once again, he feels that tight, white coil of heat building in his belly, and it feels like with each thrust of your hips, youâre tugging on it, stretching it further, and further. his prostate? abused. everything feels raw, and gojo just canât explain the feeling. but heâs snapped out of his trance when you hit his prostate, repeatedly nudging against it. the friction is just too much to handle!! gojo orgasms right there on the spot, the coil pulling back as itâs limit was reached, gojoâs back arching and his toes curling, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reaches a state of absolutely nothing, but of bliss. his ass clenches around your cock, making you climax right after, your hips stuttering as you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip to contain a groan, but it slips right out.
after the both of you come down from your high, you wipe his tears before smiling at him âthatâs my good boy.â
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Alliance of Shadows (1)
Author's note: This is the beginning of a new series! I just need our baby boi to find happiness somewhere. Also no beta- we die like our hyperfixation
Pairing: Adar x reader
Warnings: none- we're just getting started babes.
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Adar stood at the edge of the forest, his sharp eyes trained on the distant horizon, where the lands of men and elves and dwarves spread out like a patchwork of history he had no desire to join. The offer from Galadriel still echoed in his mindâempty promises of peace, woven with the threads of distrust and superiority. He could never trust the elves. They would never understand his mission, his children, the ones he had shaped and led, the ones he was trying so desperately to protect.
But he had heard whispers. Rumors of a dark queen in the East, hidden away in the Black Mountains with her people. She, too, did not trust easily, shrouding her realm in magic and mystery. If anyone could understand what it was to protect those you created, to keep them safe in a world that rejected them, it would be her. The Witch Queen. Her reluctance to step into the light intrigued himâher strength, her caution. Perhaps she would see his vision as something more than mere conquest. Perhaps, she would understand what it meant to carve out a place for those the world would rather forget.
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You sense him long before he crosses the threshold of your realm. His presence is a disturbance, an anomaly cutting through the ancient wards woven into the mountains. No one comes here unless they are lost, desperate, or seeking something far beyond their reach. You wonder which he is.
Standing at the balcony of your stone fortress, you watch the dying light of day slowly succumb to the night. The wind is cool, whispering through the peaks like an old song only you and your people remember. Down below, the forest stretches like a black sea, the trees swaying in rhythm to the unseen forces that rule here. Your people have thrived in these dark places, far from the prying eyes of men, elves, and dwarves. The world beyond is not your concern.
And yet, he is coming. Adar.
You've heard his name on the lips of your seers, in the cries of the earth, and the howling winds. A figure of contradiction, neither wholly elf nor something else entirely. Youâve felt his ambition pulsing through the air, a thread of fate pulling him toward you. He wants something, and you know men like him are rarely content with what they already possess.
Still, there is something about him that intrigues you. It is not just the magic that hums within his veins, dark and ancient like your own, but something deeper. A hunger. A sense of belonging, perhaps? The thought amuses youâhe does not belong here, and yet he comes. Perhaps, in some way, you have called him.
The sharp knock on the great doors of your hall shatters the stillness. He is here.
When your guards open the doors, Adar steps inside, his tall figure cutting an imposing silhouette against the moonlight streaming in from behind. He meets your gaze almost immediately, as if he has been seeking you through the mists, through the wards, through time itself.
You remain seated on your throne, carved from the stone of the mountain, cold beneath your touch. The air between you feels charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. He approaches slowly, his eyes fixed on you, dark and unreadable.
"Adar," you say, your voice calm but carrying an edge of curiosity. "Youâve traveled far for someone so reluctant to forge new alliances."
He doesnât flinch, doesnât break eye contact. "I come seeking something greater than an alliance, Witch Queen."
You let a faint smile touch your lips. His arrogance is a thin veil, hiding something deeper. "And what is it you seek, then? Surely not the fleeting loyalty of my people."
He takes a step closer, his movements measured, as if testing the air between you. "Your power. Your aid. Your peopleâs strength. I need them. You know the war that comes."
A war. You know of many wars, past, present, and those yet to be born. But your people have lived untouched by them, your magic keeping you hidden from the eyes of those who would exploit it. The mountain has always been your sanctuary. His presence, however, threatens to disrupt that balance.
"What makes you think I will give you what you seek?" you ask, rising slowly from your throne. The power in you ripples out, subtle but unmistakable. You want to see how he reacts to it, to you.
Adarâs gaze sharpens, but he does not waver. "Because you want what I want. You want something beyond this mountain. Beyond what youâve kept hidden for so long. I can give that to you."
You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, but you keep your tone neutral. "And what exactly do you think I desire?"
He steps even closer now, his voice lowering, his dark eyes burning into yours. "Freedom. The world beyond. A kingdom of your own, forged not in the shadows, but in the light of your enemiesâ ruin."
His words stir something in youâsomething dangerous, something you have buried for longer than you care to admit. The promise of power, of stepping out from the sanctuary of the mountains and into a world that could be yours.
But you are not foolish, nor easily swayed.
"Why should I risk the safety of my people for your war?" you ask, your voice as cold as the stone beneath your feet.
For a moment, he hesitates. And that hesitation tells you more than his words ever could. He needs you, truly needs you. And perhaps, there is more to this than simple ambition. You see the hunger in his eyes, the same hunger that burns quietly within you, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed.
"Because we are not so different," he finally says, his voice steady once more. "You feel it, as I do. This world was never meant for us, for those like us. But together, we could make it ours."
You study him, your mind racing through possibilities, the risks, the gains. He is dangerous, yes. But so are you. And maybe, just maybe, he is right.
Still, you will not be moved so easily. "Perhaps," you say softly, stepping closer to him, until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "But I will need more than promises, Adar. If you want my aid, you will have to earn it."
For the first time, a flicker of something like surprise crosses his face. Then, it is gone, replaced by the smoldering intensity that draws you to him.
"I intend to," he replies.
You smileâa dark, knowing smile. "We shall see."
#adar x you#adar x reader#adar#adar rings of power#the rings of power#fanfiction#rings of power s2#trop#lotr rop
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beel cuddleing his +sized s/o
Hngghh more re uploads! As a reminder a lot of these are older so keep that in mind lmao- also I don't have a beta reader! So no beta we die like men. Especially on these older fics I haven't seen in years.
âĽď¸REQUEST ARE OPENâĽď¸ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!
Beel absolutely loves cuddles
Likes to lay on your chest or your stomach because it makes him feel close to you
Shares his snacks when you two cuddleÂ
Always kisses your tummyÂ
He's so gentle with you because he knows he's a strong boy and doesn't wanna hurt you â¤đĽşâ¨
Likes to trace things on your skin while he munches on something like chipsÂ
Also likes it when you lay on him and he can just engulf you in his arms
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You patted beels fluffy orange hair and smiled. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist as his head rested part on your chest and part on your stomach. One of his large hands rubbed your stomach, your shirt pushed up slightly, his hands were always so warm when you cuddled, he was like a space heater.Â
His fingers traced along the lines on your stomach, lips placing a few kisses as he snuggles closer to you. A gentle, rumbling hum left his chest as you kissed the top of his head.Â
Your legs were tangled together, your soft thighs rubbing against his. Beel always loved these moments, the ones were he could hold you and keep you safe in his arms.Â
Beel always loved to cuddle with you, to rest his head on your soft stomach and squeeze your sides, he loved to feel your arms wrap around his while your fingers played with his hair.Â
"Y/n" He said, his voice slightly muffled by your stomach. "Yeah beel? You asked looking into his bright ombre eyes. He gave you a closed eye smile, light pink dusting his cheeks. " I love you, cupcake"Â
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#obey me x reader#beelzebub x reader#obey me beelzebub#om! beelzebub#obey me!#obey me#om! x reader#om x reader#om! beelzebub x reader#chubby reader#x reader#x chubby reader#+sized reader#plus sized reader
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Hazbin Hotel - Dumb Lucifer Scenario Dump
Here are just a bunch of like random scenarios that popped into my head; usually when I was half asleep or hadn't slept for several days. Im not going to do anything with these beyond this post so if someone wants to like turn these into a short story or comic, feel free. Just link back and give me credit for the idea please ~<3 Id love to see what you make!!
Contents/WARNINGS: Heavy drinking; allusions to Lucifer being outcasted everywhere; potential sad ending on third one; Alastor casually breaking hearts; Lucifer needs therapy or meds or something Actual brainrot below the cut. Not beta read we die like men -ËËâââââ
Who Needs Magic Anyway? âË âżď¸ľŕ¨ŕ§
(Little bit of context; this idea came about because I was talking to @writteninlunarlight-years about the whole 'there is only one bed trope thing)
Lucifer and reader are both drinking together. They both get so plastered that the reader cant go home on their own and Lucifer cant make a decent portal. (The portals keep fizzing out, going to the wrong places.... Point is he cant do it right atm).
So Lucifer offers to have the reader stay with him for the night. Even in their drunkin state, the reader side-eyes Lucifer at his offer and the guy just keeps digging his hole deeper Saying stuff like:
Lucifer: I-I meant we can sleep together as friends. Reader: *blinks* Lucifer: WAIT-
Lucifer even offers to make you one of those stupid pillow walls in between you two if your really that uncomfortable. What a gentleman
Anyway, you both eventually end up in his bedroom and Lucifer changes into duck pajamas (because of course thats what he has. what else would the guy have really). Then you both look at each other awkwardly as you both realize you⌠don't exactly have anything comfortable to sleep in.
Lucifer quickly says that its fine! He will just magic you up some pjs! Easy! Well. The problem is when he does this, his alcohol infused brain defaulted the entire concept of sleepwear to mean 'Luciferâs sleepwear.' So when he zaps you, you end up with a perfectly matching set of ducky nightshirt and pants to Luciferâs very own.
Lucifer immediately wants to die.
Bonus: This entire thing has now made me headcanon that Lucifer cannot control his magic when he is drunk
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Playing the Hero âË âżď¸ľŕ¨ŕ§
NOTE: I used a spider here, but really it can be any bug. Or whatever you want. I just did a spider because fuck spiders, and the idea of Lucifer cowering at a mini Angel Dust was very funny to me
Its late at night and as usual Lucifer cannot sleep. Lucifer is suddenly disturbed however, by the reader in their adorable pajamas. They are looking around nervously, with their hands hidden in their sleeves.
The man is immediately ready to do anything they ask cause they are just so darn cute.
The reader sheepishly asks him if he can kill a giant spider that has decided to make itself at home in their room. Lucifer, ever the sin of pride, (and maaayyybe wanting to impress them a little), excitedly says that of course he can! Completely pushing away the fact that, he too, is afraid of spiders.
They both go to the reader's room and as soon as Lucifer sees the spider he panics a little. (âOh god, that is actually a big spider.â, âWhy are its legs so long??â)
Wanting to play the hero but also not wanting to go anywhere near the accursed thing, Lucifer thinks itll be a great idea to just- zap it.
Well, the thing is Luciferâs hands are very shaky at the moment, due to a combination of having all the reader's attention on him and the fear of holyshitspider. So when he tries to zap the thing he completely fucking misses like an idiot.
The spider goes flying toward the two of them, resulting in both of them bursting out of the room screaming bloody murder and waking up the rest of the hotel.
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Don't Overthink It âË âżď¸ľŕ¨ŕ§
(Again, inspired by @writteninlunarlight-years specifically her post about Making Flower Crowns for the Hazbin Men. This prompt takes place during Valentines Day, but you can easily modify it to be during a different holiday. Can be platonic or romantic.
Valentines Day comes around, and you decide to gift one to the infamous King of Hell. Because youll be sending it anonymously, you decide to go all out. You get him a super nice duck themed gift, handwrite him a card, as well as get him a stunning bouquet.
What you didn't anticipate however, was Lucifer completely losing it when he receives the gift. Apparently its been decades/centuries since he last received a Valentine, let alone one as nice as the one you gave him.
He was the King of Hell after all. You assumed he got a million Valentines automatically because of his position. I mean, Alastor got piles of them so why WOULDNT the King of Hell?
Because of its anonymous nature, Lucifer's ever romantic heart gets obsessed with the Valentine. You love bombed the poor guy on complete accident. Lucifer starts trying to do his own little 'investigations' to figure out who made it for him, like comparing different handwritings to the one on the card and such. Lucifer even starts daydreaming about who it could be and imagining what they are like.
(if its romantic) Your afraid to tell him you did it because you don't want to complicate your friendship with Charlie. A part of you also feels guilty that you somehow managed to put yourself on such a high pedestal in Lucifer's eyes when... your just you.
(if its platonic) You don't want to break Lucifer's heart and tell him that you just wanted to do something nice. You feel guilty for getting his hopes up for something/someone that doesn't exist.
BONUS: At some point in the story, the reader walks by a trashcan/dumpster full of Valentines meant for Alastor that he clearly just trashed right away. Alastor hates Valentines day because everyone wont. Stop. BUGGING. HIM.
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"Chega de Saudade" - Alastor X Reader fic
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader.
Summary: When Alastor breaks into the V's building seven years later he expects to find a lot of things, lot of obnoxious, enraging, tacky things. He did not expect to find you. The Radio Demon does not take betrayl lightly and you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to his worst enemy. Better yet, you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to Vox and Alastor finding out. The soul you sold because Alastor left you for 7 years. Safe to say, it's a mess. A pretty, angsty, dark and delicious mess.
Warnings: Alastor is in Hell for a reason,general hellish violence,general hellish creepiness,eventual smut, i carioca coded valentino bc i can and bc he is very carioca sorry everyone,blackmail, Soul Selling, author is really invested in politics and decided to micromanage hazbin hotel canon, Corruption, Extortion, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but nothing too explicit,mature themes in general, canon divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Eventual Smut, Alastor gets insane in this one you've been warned, fear play, Possessive Behavior, posessive sex, big bad radio demon is gonna fuck up the guy who stole his girl and will make it everyone's problem, Reader-Insert,no y/n,no beta we die like men here, i feel bad for tagging vox in this fic cause i think it's a disservice i really hate him and i make it clear so vox stans be warned, it's hell i hope y'all remeber ethics are fluid, posessive!Alastor, unhinged!Alastor, Isane!Alastor
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A/N:HI HEY BUNNY ANON IF YOU ARE STILL HERE THIS ONE FOR YOU!! Hiii everyone guess who's back. I had this fic cooking for a while now, actually i had a lot of writing cooking but in a very Ao3 author fashion a lot happened. You see i was on this writing streak and then my 15yo dog died while i was out of state. I had to go back on anti depressants and take a sabbatical. I got a new puppy and she's the light of my life. Got super sick, won a horse show. My first plan for this fic was having the first 3 chapters done and ready for debuting together because i always feel i'm lacking when i show up with only one chapter lol. After a while i realised i needed to get this first chapter out too see the light of day if i wanted to write again so here it is. This fic is a bit different from my other Alastor fics and i have a rough outline of 5 chapters so i think this beast will be more than 20k words long for sure. I decided to get a little deeper into Hell's politics and all the "no one ever thought of using heavenly weapons against hell even tough Hell's ancient and the best worst of humanity and demonkind is here". I call that bullshit sorry i'm brazilian i'm well versed in shady politicians and shady politics and unfortunatly, dear reader, you are in for this ride too. This fic kicks off right after "Stayed Gone". Also did i mention i'm brazilian and that my works are heavily inspired by brazilian media. This entire fic was inspired by one of my favourite songs of all time "Chega de saudade". And let's be real, Alastor and bossa nova are the perfect match. So yeah, english is not my first language and this isn't beta'd so sorry for any confusion or mistakes. Thank you so so much for reading my fics and always leaving the most kind beautiful and heartwarming feedback. I hope i can still deliver a nice story to my darling readers.
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CHAPTER ONE: chega de saudade a realidade ĂŠ que sem ela nĂŁo pode ser.
In the first year you were calm and collected. Thereâs a perfectly reasonable explanation to why he is gone. Is he even gone, gone? Heâs coming home soon, you can feel it.Â
In the second year you convinced yourself there were signs everyone explaining why he was gone and when he was coming back, you were just too oblivious to them before. But everything can be a sign when you are delusional.
In the third year you cried so much you felt you were constantly drowning. You barely left home and some thought you were gone too. Gone to him.
In the fourth year you finally gave in and took the deal. Lack of self-preservation and machiavellian schemes working together to create a trap for him. He would come home out of anger, ire. But you can't outfox the fox.
In the fifth year you decided to scour hell and beyond after him. You went to places just to taunt him. Paranoia became your best friend, blood sweat and tears as you repeat âThis time it will work, I'm sure of itâ. Can a lie be said so many times it becomes the truth?
In the sixth year you accept defeat. You buried him deep and went about like he never existed in the first place. Isnât it mystifying how this city screams his name?
Itâs the seventh year now. The alarm on your phone rings and rings and you feel like scratching your face off. Itâs time to meet your damned executioner.
Rolling out of bed you open the curtains to let some light in. The penthouse from the Vâs building has a great view of Pentagram City, looking down you get the feeling of dystopian sci-fi that is so characteristic of the technology district. Limelights, digital outdoors, and big opulent, oppressing screens greet you like a constellation of dead stars, long distorted from their original purpose and form.Â
You follow processional routine as you get ready. Choose a beautiful dress, put on make-up, and do your hair. It all feels like preparation for a sacrifice. One thing you learned from Alastor is that appearances are the best strategy and you intend to greet your handmade battlefield like a roman legion.Â
Alastor. Even thinking of his name hurts, especially today when you need to face the consequences of your actions, the consequences of his actions. He is gone, he left you. And now Vox owns your soul. You blame your fall from grace entirely on him, he forced your hand, he made you do it. Out of desperation, out of defiance, you sold your soul to Vox so he would come back and save you, so he would come back out of hatred, anger and ire to tell how foolish you were, how betrayed he felt.
Betrayal. Selling your soul to his sworn arch enemy should be treason worthy of him dropping anything he was doing to come and punish you, to address you. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him, proof that he still cared. That he didnât just get bored of the empire of terror he fought so hard to build in Hell. That he didnât, deep down, just disregard you like a shiny novelty, to be left when it got old.Â
You dry the persistent tears that insist on falling with clinical coldness. You are past feeling sad now, you donât even feel angry anymore. You are past any emotion really, you just want to get this over with and get back home.
You went about your deal with Vox in many different ways, sometimes you felt like it was a good alliance, a slap on Alastorâs face. A side quest to gather as much information from the Vâs inner circle, a social experiment. The truth is, during these past almost four years you were a mental gymnastics pro to justify your new arrangements. The cognitive dissonance required to live with the decision of being forever tied to Vox was an herculean task and boy he didnât make it any easier on you. He would never be as refined as Alastor when it came to torture but thereâs something about the coldness and calculated reality of the television business that was itâs own type of Danteâs inferno.
As soon as he got word of Alastorâs disappearance the TV overlord was on your scent, and he wasnât shy about it either. You dodged him and led him on for almost four full years before finally giving in, everything was more or less under control during the early years of Alastorâs disappearance.Â
Until you saw the angel army leaving.
  Death and gore were all around you. The sky rained blood. You couldnât breathe. You tried to take a step forward only to realize you were knee-deep in demon blood. Adam was particularly ruthless this time, he seemed to have realized the unbalance in Hellâs power structure with one of the most prolific demon overlordâs absence and took full advantage of it. You choked on the sulfur filled air while the portal closed and Adam threw a last middle finger at the Pride Ring. A clawed hand offered you support as you were about to fall, your heart skipped a beat, for a split second you felt elation. In that split second a thousand thoughts, four years of misery and confusion passed through your mind like a movie. You were sure this was Alastor, showing up after the unprecedented carnage of todayâs reaping. With the next heartbeat came the delivery of the most cruel reminder: the hand reaching for you was Voxâs. Alastor doesnât care about anything anymore, not even losing territory.Â
The TV overlord was covered in thick, red blood and looked vindicated, a wide chesireâs cat grin on his face. Baptized in carnage, Vox had finally triumphed for the Vâs.The Vâs were now a force to be reckoned with in Hell, thereâs no argument to be made. A good chunk of Alastorâs territory was now under their control, and everything that came with it too. Including you.Â
âMy darling doe, be careful, we canât have you hurt after the battle is won can we?âÂ
Darling doe.
You threw up at the casual cruelty of the name Alastor called you with such affection being desecrated by Vox. He still supported you as you spilled your guts, youâd blame it on the nerves, the adrenaline, the reeking smell of death. Not on the fact that you knew he finally won, that the thing that broke you was to hear your name like that, on your lover archenemyâs lips. After that it happened. You sold your soul to vox. Of course he coerced you into it, and you were so mad with grief and betrayal that you felt like betraying Alastor back was the just thing to do. Pettiness and paradoxical hope dripping from your lips as the whole thing was done.Â
Every year this same flashback assaulted your mind as you got ready to meet Vox on the anniversary of your deal. It never went past the look you gave those pixelated eyes as he held you on that barren land, stopping right there when you made the decision that finalized your ruin. You still wouldnât, couldn't face what really went down when you formalized your deal with Vox. Those memories were suppressed and tucked in under layers and layers of regret and self-hatred.Â
You gave yourself a final look in the mirror. No makeup smudging this time, you were getting good at numbing your feelings. Just a few tears, no more sobbing.
The yearly meeting with the Vâs after the extermination was the perfect cover actually, everything was done in a way that it seemed like you were all cooperating. After all, you did hold a very good knowledge of the inner workings of Alastorâs deals, subordinates and territory. You knew who the Vâs could âcall in favoursâ and how to keep the peace. Or as close to peace as peace came when an abrupt power transition happened in Hell. You were a valuable asset to anyone really. Articulated in politics, masterful at the art of persuasion, kind, soft, charismatic, assertive, all in perfect balance, and frankly, breathtakingly beautiful. It wasnât without reason that Alastor fell for you and that you became his most trusted advisor. You and Rosie were able to conceal his absence and manage his affairs for good two years and the better part of the third without raising any suspicion. Of course, the bigger they are the harder they fall and now you were walking down the corridor of the Vâs building carrying a bulk of important intel that would dictate the fate of the Overlord power structure for the next year, at least.Â
The hallways of the building changed a lot since you first walked them. As the Vâs grew in power, the building grew in grandeur. It was now an imposing beast, looming over Pentagram City. Modern corporate architecture that incorporated the savage capitalism of Vox Tech. Savage, cold, sterile, overbearing thatâs how being inside the lair of Hellâs most up and coming trio felt. The tall ceilings and big glass windows were exactly what you would expect of a broadcasting network and silicon valley Big Tech company combined. As an esteemed guest, you got the privilege of staying in the coveted penthouses, with someone to attend to your every wish and demand. You also got an idea that Vox went a little extra with your treatment as a form of flirtation, he has been trying to convince you into moving in for a while, every time you stayed in, your usual penthouse had some shiny new thing that was made just for you, as he repeatedly emphasized.Â
This yearâs token of affection was a makeup mirror-gadget-thingy, that looked out of a Totally Spies episode. You had to admit to yourself that this was way more thoughtful and useful than the gifts from the previous years. The thing was cute, practical and would come in handy, which was a big improvement. Vox had tried to sway you with all types of guns and high tech devices in vain. Well, there was also that embarrassing stance with the wire flowers with a hidden recording device. Needless to say that after that entire debacle Vox learned that he may own your soul but you werenât a damsel in distress and you would reinforce your side of the bargain if he went too far.Â
You reached the elevator and went in, pushing the button for your destination.Â
The earlier you start this the earlier it is over, you remind yourself.
The panoramic elevator descended to the well guarded conference room, the guards didnât bat an eye to you entering. You realized you were becoming a familiar face around here, that made you dread whatâs ahead of you even more.
âThere she is! Hello princesa, I missed that pretty face!â Valentino greets you. Heâs the only one inside, sitting on the edge of the table. Well, thatâs unusual⌠you think. Vox was always the first to get to the post-extermination meetings, plus he always gave you a slightly early timetable so he could have some alone time with you. Something must be going on.
âHey Valentino, itâs nice to see you too! What gossip do you have for me today?â you give your best chirpy tone to the love moth. Look, you know how bad Valentino is, he is despicable really, even to your standards. But ethics are fluid, to say the least, in Hell. The acclaimed porn king was surprisingly engaging to talk to. He was fun and actually treated you like a person, which was paradoxical in itself, considering how infamous he is for exploiting and commodifying souls. You drove yourself mad with theories of possible agendas behind Valentinoâs kindness towards you, but it was the simplest of answers really, for some reason Valentino liked you and he never denied himself of what he liked.
âYou have no idea! We have a lot to catch up on, did I tell you about that bitch who was trying to spy on us?â a set arms gestures to you to sit down next to him. The next 10 minutes are spent talking frivolities with the moth. Youâre not complaining, it's nice to get your mind off this dreadful day and you donât get many.Â
Valentino, as always, has a lot to say, little goes on in Hell without him knowing who, what, where and why. Information, gossip, rumors, facts, if a single out of context word can be weaponized you better be aware that he knows. Pentagram city can be divided into districts and ruled by lots of different overlords, still, Valentinoâs intricate web of influence and coercion stretches across all territories. Another poor soul manifests here and goes somewhere they should not be, talk to someone they should not talk to, discover something they should never know. All cases of âwrong place at the wrong timeâ are happily solved by a large sum of money from the moth and suddenly another thread is weaved into his web of knowledge, another secret made his. Valentino doesnât operate like most Overlords and thatâs where his power lies. He bribed and fucked his way into every major circle, every overlordâs inner circle, Hellâs best kept secret. If you were anyone in the hellish afterlife Valentino either fucked you or fucked someone very close to you.Â
Knowledge is power, and Hellâs gossip girl was proof of it.
You swallowed a lump you didnât know existed, hearing the moth talk about how things changed in a matter of hours during the early post-war made you even more aware of the severity of the intel you were carrying. It was earth shattering (no pun intended) information.Â
Angels can be hurt. Angels can be killed. That meant a completely different way of existing in the afterlife, if this information goes public, the consequences are unpredictable and dire.
You donât feel excitement knowing you technically can fight back, you feel pure dread.
To be completely honest, you feel like these ânewsâ are not really news. You were pretty acquainted with politics back on Earth and this whole âomg no one knew about this! even though this was staring us right on your faces! is total bullshit. Hell is ancient, the exterminations are not a new thing, and there are some pretty smart people down here. To think that millenia after millenia masters of torture and skilled killers never thought of using heavenâs own firepower against them is wishful thinking at best. Sure, maybe after a few generations most sinners, even those who have power, may have been kept out of the loop about the chick in the holy armyâs armor⌠but not knowing this at all just feels like a pretty convenient case of collective amnesia.Â
Convenient, thatâs exactly what this is. Itâs brutal, but thatâs Hell. A scheduled massacre is a blessing to those who rule to maintain, reinforce and extend their power. And if you get lucky enough, empires will fall and you will make your move.Â
Vini Vidi Vici, thatâs all you need to know about how Hell's politics work.Â
Itâs true that with every massacre the Angel Army gets more and more brutal and unhinged. What was once justified as righteous mercy killings to stabilize the ever growing hellish population now is just a display of cruelty, these angels kill for sport. There have been rumors floating around of how the disproportional annihilation tactics are preparation for something bigger for a while now , and with the demonic royal families either operating totally off Pride Ring or being completely MIA, it is no wonder those influential enough are starting to get restless.Â
And that ties back to your first point, the thing that got you picking the skin around your nails while Valentino gossips. Thereâs a reason why this is being revealed now, you know how creating a narrative works, a few smart words and ideas become beasts of its own. A beast of its own that will tear anything on its way with the right fuel. The Vâs have fuel to spare. Whose interest is that this information stayed hidden? Whose interest is that this information was allowed to be shared now?Â
Hell is constructed by layers and layers of complicated militias and parallel governance, each one a locked room of secrecy that is impossible to enter without a huge amount of connections and power.Â
âIn a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And, honey, you should see me in a crownâ Valentino wisely said to you once. Heâs a man of many many keys, and right now you are holding the fucking master key under your arm.Â
Speaking of Valentino, he notices that you dozed off and snaps his fingers, grounding you back to reality.Â
âMy, my. You must have extremely sensitive information today to keep you from hearing the nastiest, hottest gossip of the moment babeâ He takes a hit from his cigarette, an elegant and sensual move straight from an Old Hollywood film. The heart shaped smoke rings caress your face and for an instant you feel hypnotized, nodding your head profusely.Â
âBut I already knew thatâ behind the rose coloured shades, you see a playful wink from his infamous red hot eyes.Â
The porn overlord quickly snaps his head towards the huge automatic doors, that open and reveal Vox and Velvette walking side by side exchanging looks between them that scream conspiracy.
âSorry about the wait, my darlingâ Vox purrs on your way, stopping behind your chair and placing his hands on top of it, fingers dangerously close to your neck and shoulder. He pushes your hair to the side and lingers there, on your neck. âbut as they say ainât no rest for the wicked, am I right?â Velvette takes her seat beside Voxâs empty chair, meticulously placed in front of you, polite pleasantries leaving her mouth. Sheâs still a mystery, you never know her true stance on you, she keeps you on your toes. Does she like you? Does she hate you? Does she even care?Â
âIf you say so, boss!â you give him your best pageant smile. âSo, whoâs climbing up the ladder of the food chain today?â You bat your eyelashes at him. Your performance begins.
âAw baby, you know I love when you call me boss! keep talking dirty to meâ Vox lands a wet kiss on your cheek and makes his way to his chair.
 Right in front of you, so heâs always staring at you, drinking in your every move. You cannot fail, you cannot falter.Â
As much as youâve gotten used to pretending, pretending you like the Vâs, pretending you donât feel disgusting inside for being here, pretending you donât hate Alastor for putting you in this situation with a burning passion but still missing him so much you feel someday your heart will stop beating in protest to him absence, itâs still hard. Especially when Vox touches you. Your eyes focus on cybersharks swimming behind Voxâs seat and concentrate on keeping your awarding winning poker face.Â
âThis year looks really promising I will tell you that! The orders for both your weapons and tragedy porn cameras doubled since the last extermination! I will give credit where credit is due, that fuckboy Adam knows how to put on a show!â he snaps his fingers graphs, stats and footage appears on the various screens. But itâs all irrelevant, it wonât matter when you spill your secret.Â
âLotâs of veeeery interesting happenings but I thought this year we might⌠start differently. Letâs forget the profit talk for now, change things a little. Did you guys see anything out of the ordinary? Did something stand out?!â he spins around his Big Boss ⢠chair and stops with his hand under his chin, leaning in to you like a schoolgirl with the hottest new gossip.Â
âOh! I heard things -â Val also leans in getting closer to the TV overlord face.Â
Voxâs grin shrinks, lifting a finger in protestÂ
âWe know, we know, you always hear things Valâ he replies in a monotone tone
Velvette, who spent this entire time typing away on her phone, interjectsÂ
âLook, donât take this the wrong way girlypopâ finally looking at you she asks, or rather, states the million dollar question â but what Vox means is that we know you have something big cooking inside those files, so letâs drop the bullshit and go straight to itâÂ
The doll puts her phone down, she knows how important this is, how this secret will probably dictate how things will go from now on. You can call Velvette many things, but she is clever and under all that attitude and posh accent lies a brilliant strategist.Â
âPlus, we all know you are contractually obligated to tell anyway, so spill, and can make this quick and painless to everyone involvedâÂ
Right, your cartesian, empirical proof that angels can be killed. Caught on the scene of the crime with the gun in your hands.Â
You donât waste anymore time, the words leave your lips like youâre choking with the threat they present. You tell them everything: where the exorcist was killed, how he was killed, the golden ichor blood that oozed from the wound, where the body was hidden. Everyone is silent while you speak, even the mechanical sharks seem to have stopped swimming to listen.Â
After that you donât remember much more of the meeting, it felt like you took the backseat of your own mind, the overwhelming feeling of dread making you so out of breath. Something is coming, something fucking coming and you canât breathe. Anxiety sets under your skin like a second skeleton begging to crawl its way out and you find yourself sitting in one of the lavish anterooms of the Vâs building.Â
âSo, the catâs out of the bag thenâ you recall hearing Vox saying when, as if on cue, a few moments before the meeting was being declared over, the emergency broadcast about the reduction of the extermination date from a year to six months was issued. You four watch the transmission and you wonder if thatâs what it feels like to get the news of the end of the Cold War, the doomsday clock finally hits midnight and we are nuking each other out.Â
Mutual destruction assured.Â
Your mind wanders back to your life on earth, if life up there is better or worse these days. You died so young, everybody told you, your Untimely Demise a big topic of conversation that you yourself didnât know much about. But nothing, nothing in all of your living years and your years from Hell to eternity could prepare you for what comes next.
âSo the Radio Demon is back in town! Why is he hanging around? What does it mean for your family?âÂ
The news hit your ears like a tsunami and you feel dizzy. Itâs easy to find a big screen here and you are running to the closest one before your brain can even compute the words.Â
Alastor is back, Alastor is back, and he didnât come find you.
The next sound wave is even worse, dragging you ashore to your feelings without any reprieve.Â
âSalutations!
Good to be back on the air! Yes, I know it's been a while, since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast
Sinners, rejoice!â
This isnât a prank, there are no cameras and a sadistic tv host waiting for your humiliating reaction, instead all pairs of eyes in Hell are glued to the screen watching as the two Overlords fight it out.Â
Thus, no one notices how your entire body shakes and your vision goes black. Itâs too much, and you grip the rails from the stairs that lead to the foyer for dear life. Your heart is beating out of your chest. No one notices how you cry, how you whimper Alastorâs name like a prayer, how the tears run down your face and you feel paralyzed. You want to run, a million thoughts per heartbeat making your head swim. The best you can do is collapse on the floor. So you do, you collapse trying to catch your breath as you plan your sweet escape, how you are going to Houdini yourself out of this situation right to his arms.
âTune on in
 when I'm done, your status quo will know its race is runâ
You want to kiss him, you want to slap him, you want to tell him how much you missed him, you much your fucking hate him. You want him to drag you to his rooms and make you pay for cursing him out. You want him, you want your Alastor back. You cannot breathe.
âOh, this will be fun.â
and then all the lights go out.
Thereâs a beginning of an uproar happening, the electric building dies a quick and unforgiving death, demons run around and Vox is flying down the stairs trying to do damage control. But even he is failing to keep his composure, because he knows. Oh how you know too.Â
Alastor is like a natural disaster, a shattering force that bends everything on its way with the sheer force of will. The inevitable reckoning that comes to your town, that judges and executes everyone that you love.Â
And now he is here.Â
You see the burning red hot pair of eyes first, their predatory gaze hold the entire room hostage, looking for his prey and then they land on you.Â
The piercing intensity of Alastorâs eyes, the flickering reds of damnation itself, regard you with surprise, elation and something more. So overbearing those eyes are, they make you shiver, bearing the weight of his gaze that penetrates deep into your soul. Your soul that is not yours anymore, it belongs to the man he hates, the man he despises.Â
The Radio Demonâs towering frame closes the distance between you two in five long strides, you do your best to keep yourself upright and not cower at the sight of him. He looks like Rapture and righteous torture, coming to deliver your setance. Vox knows his sentence is being delivered here and now too, so he runs, runs to you. You feel static and an electrifying pull, metal clinking. A chain. A glowing blue chain on your neck and Voxâs pulling it tight.
âWhat? what the fuck is going on? whatâs this?â snapping your neck quickly towards Vox you whimper, you beg. The few seconds you stopped looking into Alastorâs eyes causing seething rage inside the deer demon, ire that makes the room tremble.Â
ââTalk over the radio, that way everyone can hear, babyâ Vox says straight at Alastor, like it is a shooting gun. The look on the TV Overlord is maniac, a sideway cocky smile that drips pettiness. Just because Vox clearly lost this battle, with all tvs and electricity on petagram city going dark, it doesnât mean he canât still forever tarnish this victory.Â
Alastorâs demonform covers the already dark building in opaque, thick shadows, radio static picks up around the room like a tornado chocking the majority of the unfortunate demons that are still inside, in a desperate attempt to seek shelter.Â
No words leave the radio hostâs lips as he grows even taller, breaking the posh entrance of the building, debris flying down causing even more damage, the tall glass windows shatter in a million pieces courtesy of his tentacles tearing down everything on their way. The sounds of destruction and despair are loud but you havenât been listening to the world outside you and your returned loverâs radio dial eyeâs for a while. A doe caught in the headlight of his eyes the best you can do in brace for the inevitable impact that is coming your way.
In a flash of his scarlet eyes a fire ignites, the flames born from it are unnatural, behaving like a hive mind to kill and destroy.
 You always knew that facing Alastor after these 7 years would not be easy, but you never imagine your reunion like this, in the midst of pomppeian fire, a wild raw power, the oncoming storm that is Alastor when he attacks.Â
Vox knows this fight is over, his ego hurt and todayâs accounts always written as a victorious comeback from the Radio Demon, nevertheless, between the three of you Vox will always know who really won, who drew the last card, had the last laugh. He did, holding Alastorâs girl on a leash because he owns her. The soul of the woman the Radio Demon dared to love is his, the man Alastor despises with a burning passion, and thatâs enough for now.Â
The raging flames circle the three of you and without much more flair Vox drops his act, your chain disappearing from your neck. You drop to the floor, branching yourself on all fours. You consider crawling your way to Alastor, so you can explain, so you can cry, so you can beg. You donât know for what exactly you will be begging for: your life? his forgiveness? his punishment? you just know a lot of begging and pleading will be involved.Â
But the decision is made for you.
âRun, run my little darling doeâ Vox commands âRun and do whatever you need to doâÂ
You get up on your feet in a completely ungracious move and Alastorâs out of the room instantly. The flames never touch you on the way out, the outside world greets you: a cacophony of screams, sirens, burning sounds, the infernal orchestra that becomes the soundtrack of your life. Â
âOh, and by the wayâ Vox screams from the threshold of the decaying building âwe just got news that your place on Cannibal Town got trashed by some wayward sinners during extermination. But donât worry you can always come home here, come home to me!â
You do your best to ignore his taunting, and you pray to whoever is listening that Alastor didnât hear it. But itâs futile, the pavement where he is stepping cracks a dark cloud of static and shadows trail after him. He definitely heard and felt the implications of these words.Â
âAl.. Al!â you scream running after your lover.Â
Fuck, youâre still in heels, and those arenât your running heels.
Kicking the damned shoes off you run faster, you cry harder and plead faster.
When you lived, your life always felt a bit surreal, weird stuff happened to you that you couldnât really explain. People always joked that screenwriters of your life were the most creative people alive, the thing that happened to you never happened to anyone else. You died young, with a big, full life ahead of you, but you took this as gospel to your afterlife, after all everything related to your death was a mystery to you. But the things that happened to you living or dead were a raw reality impossible to make up.
 The uncertainty of your death only fuels your resolve to fight for the life you found in the afterworld.Â
âAl, wait!â you are starting to get truly desperate, you need to get to him otherwise you are pretty certain you will drop dead here and now.
 âAlastor please, please listen to meâ your voice failing, you finally choking from the smoke, from the suppressed tears. If Alastor doesnât hear you now you are not sure you can carry on after him, youâre too tired too scared. You him to save you like the damsel in distress you are right now so bad.
Alastor dramatically comes to a halt.Â
âI. am. Not. Having. This. Conversation. Here.â his voice is staggered, still. Filled with static and a murderous edge to it. His long arms catch your wrist and pull you close, flush against his chest, you almost stumble but a powerful arm around your waist locks you tight to him.Â
Itâs the first touch in seven years, your legs shake at the realization that heâs real, heâs here. You lock your arms around his neck, the familiar fabric of his overcoat, the soft strands of his hair, they all feel like coming home. Â
Something inside Alastor snaps when he remembers, when he feels how small you are in comparison to him, only one arm securing you safely to him. Some paradoxical fight starts inside him, wild wild want, wild wild rage against tameness, the docile calm you bring whenever you are at his side.Â
The world disappears for a few seconds as darkness engulfs both of you, inside the black moving vacuum only the two of you exist, greeting each other in bloody homecoming.Â
Alastor takes you back to the Hotel, landing with a low thump inside his room. For a second his hand supports the small of your back, preventing you from falling forward. After all itâs been 7 years since you shadowtravelled with him, he knows you are terribly out of practice.Â
His consideration towards you only lasts this precious second thought, because he makes his way across the room, creating as much distance as he can between the two of you. Your touch disarms him, he is aware of that since the first time your hand brushed against his, the first time his lips ghosted on top of your knuckles. If Alastor is touching you he is extremely likely to get soft, to remember how much you mean to him, what you do to him, so he will be merciful. And right now the last thing the deer demon wants is to be disarmed, to show you mercy. He can feel your betrayal burning inside his veins, clouding his judgment with ire and jealousy.
Alastor doesnât fight those feelings, on the contrary, he lets them take him by storm adding fuel to his already bad temper. Thatâs the only way he can face you now, thatâs the only way he can make you understand.Â
You donât get any time to gather your bearings, from the corner of your eye you notice a forest. His room is bigger on the inside and has a fucking conservation area but thatâs hardly the most pressing matter at the moment. The pressing matter at the moment is that you are getting whiplash from touching your demon lover for the first time in seven years and his subsequent refusal to touch you, stationing himself across the room to you.
Why isnât he with you? by your side as you ride the shockwaves of today together? You are scared, but above all you feel overwhelming sadness.Â
âHow did it happen?â he finally snaps, breaking the deafening silence. Itâs the first time Alastor regards you, directly, in 7 years and the weight his words bare is so heavy you wish for more of the silence. âTell me, how did it happen?â his eyes are wild, dangerously close to radio dials.Â
âHow did it happen? You tell me Alastor! You left me, you fucking left me!â you wish you could be your usually articulated self, you rehearsed this conversation so many times in your mind and in none of them you started with such venom on your lips. But it has been too long, and maybe the poison from all those years alone and afraid beside Vox drips through.Â
The Radio Demon sees the tears that fall profusely from your big doe eyes, and they sting more than an acclaimed torturer like him could have anticipated. Alastor finds himself still disarmed, because with every single glistening tear that falls he can see how hurt, how scared you are. He is the only one allowed to make you scared, he owns your fear.
But thatâs the problem isnât it? He owns nothing. Vox does. And that realization turns him back to feeling seething rage.Â
âSo my mere absence is enough to change your devotion? Is me being here the only thing that stopped you from falling into his arms?â more poison. By the end of the night you both will choke on it.Â
âAl.. Alâ you are sobbing now, your throat tightens and itâs hard to breath itâs hard to speak. â I had to do it. You donât get it, you donât get it.â your voice breaks âhemademedoit, hemademedoit!!â. You swallow half the words, whimpering, as if you say it fast enough the action will quickly become the past, as if the memories wonât haunt you. And yet the memories flood your mind
A dim-lit room, the smell of blood and something burning.
âHe is gone baby, and he isnât coming backâ
Electricity makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.Â
A strangerâs hand pushes the hair to the side of your face, dread creeps up inside of you.
âThis is the only way my dear, the best decision you can makeâÂ
The same strangerâs hand grab you by the waistÂ
âIâm the only one who can protect you now, you know that right?â
eyes that make you freeze, itâs hard to think. eyes that make it hard to say no.
âIf this is hard for you, you can pretend that Iâm himâÂ
a wrong type of static pricks your lipsÂ
âThis wonât hurtâÂ
a shockwave hits your body and it feels like you are being split open
You have to steady yourself on the closest piece of furniture. You cower as the repressed memories from the night you finally gave in to Vox assault your mind, trying to make yourself as small as possible, like he is coming back to do it all again. Cries and incoherent words leave your lips and you donât know if you actually said what happened or if this entire time you have just been crying. You entire body hurts as you hyperventilate âAl, Iâm so sorryâ you whisperÂ
Thatâs what undoes Alastor, you curling yourself in a ball, defeated and scared at the ghost of the man he hates. You looking away from him like you are undeserving of him, of his punishment, of his love. Like you are tainted. Alastor canât make the exact words of your confession about how it happened, but he heard enough. Vox would never make you come to him willingly, Alastor knows that. Whatever Vox did - and Alastor has a lot of ideas of what he did - he will pay double for it.Â
 Alastorâs blackened heart shatters when he calls your name and you donât look up to meet his eyes, like you always do. He was always your lantern for when you were drowning. He meant to break you, hurt you like that. He just wanted to make you come to him, beg for his forgiveness, beg him to soothe the pain.Â
âMon coeur, my sweet darling doe you are safeâ Alastor voice goes so soft it hurts âDonât fret, itâs in the past, itâs over, you are safe with me now as you are meant to beâ he coos.
Still, you canât read your loverâs mind. So you donât know his heart is shattered, you donât know how much he loathes himself for letting this get this far. You are so caught up on your own feelings, reeling the rage and the memories that you miss the softness of his voice and his outstretched hard and you inevitably choke on the poison.Â
âNo. No!â you snap âYou donât get to say that. You have no right to say that!â you scream as you get up âIâm not safe, I will never be safe because you werenât there to protect me, you promised Alastor, you fucking promisedâ the poison is now inside you, heartstopping waves of hurt consume your body and sprit. Right now the same burning passion that makes you heart beat for Alastor makes you hate him too. You were never good with ugly feelings, you always pride yourself for being soft to be strong. Your kindness and act of rebellion during the hellish reality you lived. You were never good with bad feelings, so you do something you never thought youâd do.
You shove the Radio Demon, that man you love so much it drives you to insanity. You shove him because the shame is too much, all the ugly feelings ball up inside, convincing you that you donât deserve him, that you already lost him. And you wonât survive his dismissal.Â
You never talked back to him, you never raised your voice. Not because you were afraid to, but because you never had to, hence the reason why Alastor is so taken aback that your pitiful attempt of violence actually moves him from where he was standing.Â
Alastor shoves you back, pushing you up against the wall with a searing kiss. He kisses you like you are his last chance at salvation, like he wants to be redeemed. He licks your lips as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing his hips hard against your core, making you straddle him. Alastor doesnât grant you a moment of reprieve, his lips come crashing down on yours again, his tongue inside your mouth dancing to a madmanâs tune. He does what he does best, he takes and takes and takes. He takes your breath away, he takes all the callous words that threaten to leave your lips, aimed at him.Â
You succumb to your demon lover, your nails dig into his skin and he moans inside your mouth, he bites your lips enough to draw blood. In the end Alastor is still Alastor, and of course he gets all hot and bothered when fighting. You feel delirious with the taste of his lips, your blood and your salty tears mixing together, an unholy ambrosia. His hardness press just the right way to make you sing creating a current of desire after a seven year long drought.Â
His hands are quick, ridding up your shirt making he grab your ass and then your hips, strong enough to bruise. His clawed finger is already tweaking your nipple that way he knows you love. Your bravado melts, in perfect synchrony to when he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, drinking everything: that wretched poison that tarnished your words, the sacred warmth of your blood. You moan his name like a prayer that he promptly answers, heâs kissing you like a drowning man again, your blood on his lips painting your lips red like you both just drank from the holy grail, his hand cups your other breast and you vow to never speak to him like that again, only if itâs gonna get you up against the wall like that with him.Â
And then he stops.Â
âI hope this kiss haunts youâ he says, voice still drunk with desire, low and threatening. He swiftly moves you off him, walking away and creating the same distance from when this all started âhaunts your every breath, finds its way inside your every waking moment until you are mad with regretâÂ
You are bewildered, eyes widening in disbelief. What is he doing? How can he go from 0 to a 100 so fast?Â
âI hope this kiss haunts you, so you never forget that you were the only woman who ever had me at the palm of her hand and you decided to throw it all away with that calamitous cynicism of yours.âÂ
So thatâs whatâs happening. You can never expect to beat a master at his own game, Alastor is still cruel when he is merciful. When push comes to shove he will always win. Thereâs only so far you can get with taunting his repentance, playing with his heart laid bare at your feet, filled with sorrow and begging for forgiveness. He was ready to apologize, to dry your tears and soothe your fears, worshiping your delicious body and the ground you walked on. He was ready to admit that this was half his fault until your venom stung him beyond the realm of spoken word.Â
âI understand it now, it must be hard for you to cope with your own decisions, your own failings, so you take it all on me. I hope you remember this when you come back to beg, on your knees for my forgiveness. And trust me, you will.â Of course Alastor would torture you with the knowlodge of his guilt and despair, the loss of his benevolence, the promise of desire and carnality. He will always be a torturer at heart, and you forgot thatâs the first rule you need to always remember when dealing with him.Â
âYouâve got your demons darlingâ never was your precious pet name said with such disdain. Static starts to gather around you, and in a flash his hand is on your neck
âand they all, Look. Like. Meâ his voice is distorted when he finishes cursing you, thereâs a tempest behind his eyes that entraps you, the burning red of his irises condemn you.Â
The Radio demon is a raging fire, an oncoming storm. But he is also meticulous, cruel and calculating, if you dared to question him, to step on the grace he gladly gave you, you clearly were aware of everything he did to lull his absence. All the plans and contingencies he made to hush your worrying thoughts about him and bathe your threshing heart on tranquiline waters.
And you decided to mock it. To mock him and his love for you.Â
You are crying again, but this time Alastor is fucking glad he was the one to hurt you, to reduce you to a mess of regret and tears.Â
Tonight in Hell, power shifts from one Overlord to another. Sinners plan and freak out accordingly.
 But their machinations are all meaningless.Â
The 7 years you spent away from Alastor made you sad, the three years spent on Voxâs side made you bitter. The Vâs operate on poison, itâs their fuel. And maybe the poison drips through.
Tonight you drank the poison and it broke you.
Tonight, for the first time, the poison broke Alastor too.
#HEY BUNNY ANON THIS ONE IS FOR YOU I NEVER FORGET A REQUEST I TAKE 5 MONTHS BUT I DONT FORGET IT#alastor x reader#alastor x reader smut#alastor x you#alastor fanfic#hazbin hotel x reader#the radio demon x you#im insaneeeeeeeee#baixaria#im sorry everyone#alastor#the radio demon#hazbin hotel fic
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Drink Responsibly: Chapter 2
ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader
Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only!
Platonic!Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader
Warnings: Bad life choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o, they're vampires, loooong age gaps, no proofreading, we die like men, reverse harem. This is getting sexual. Iâm sorry.
Writer's Note: I live, I die, I live again. Iâm trying to keep an even pace when publishing, I promise. Itâs just that finals week knocked me on my ass. Iâve basically got to prepare week 9 and 10 before it. Graduation is also right around the corner. Besides school and work though, this has also been my only focus. Also, sorry to everyone who reached out. I promise Iâm not ignoring the kind messages and everything. I just keep forgetting. Iâm so sorry. Iâll try to do better. Also got to write a bio and start publishing the other things Iâve been cooking up. This series is still a top priority though. Iâm going to be more consistent from here on out.
When you finally make it back to the manor after a day of detours and horrible karaoke that makes your insides warm and fuzzy, Duke doesnât let you open your own door. All the being nice was making you itch, and you kind of were missing being a strong independent person. Itâs also not that you didnât give it the good old college try, desperately jiggling the handle to open the door that he child locked as you look out the window in disbelief as he laughed his ass off outside your door.
To get back at him, the both of you ensued the pettiest game of unlocking and locking the doors. You, holding the door closed when he unlocked it and tried to pull it open, and scrambling to the driverâs seat to keep that door closed as well. Would it be bad if you admitted you liked the way his smug pretty face grew determined and slightly irritated? Never mind the dimples, the tick in his sharp jaw had your mind skipping a beat.
It was all fun and games until Alfred, who undoubtedly was watching you from the window, opened the other door just as you held yours shut and taunted Duke. âCanât even open a wittle omegaâs door?â
Youâll never forget the feral boyish smile he gave before sliding over the moving vanâs hood and gently pushing Alfred out of the way.
His big frame wedged the door open letting wind into the cabin with enough pheromones to make your eyes water. In a panic you start trying to move away from him as far as possible. Cue, Alfred opening the other door your back was against, and you almost tumbling out.
â(L/N)? Just what on earth are you doing?â, Alfred questioned.
You stare up at the old Beta and your savior. His gloved hand on your back keeping your from tumbling out of the truck cab and busting your head on the gravel. Something all three men on the property were undoubtedly worried about as they watched you dangle too close to the ground. Not that you ever saw the curtain drawing closed from the third story. All you saw was help. Because surely Duke would knock it off with Alfred here.
âIâm poking the bearâ, you tell him.
A large mitt, exactly like a bearâs, wraps around your ankle and tugs you out of Alfredâs hands and towards the open car door with a slightly pissed alpha waiting. Oh no. New employment be damned, you are not going out like this.
You scramble for purchase as your dragged across the leather seat. Your fingers digging into the crevice between the driverâs side and middle cushion for dear life. Desperately you try to shake Dukeâs fingers off your one good ankle.
â(Y/N), get out of the car. Youâre probably hurting yourself right now while doing thisâ, Duke warns.
There was an unspoken âAre you stupid?â that hung in the air. With Alfred here, the big, dimpled grin has disappeared, giving way to grim determination as Duke looked as though he was five seconds away from peeling the truckâs metal frame apart just to get at you better. You didnât know what to do, it was better when you two were playing. The air was lighter, and you could breathe and believe he had best intentions at heart. Now you couldnât keep playing, because he seems to be getting angrier every defiant second you spend clinging to cushions. Which made you want to burrow under the seats even more, away, and safe from the anger.
What you hadnât noticed was how his anger started the second Alfred intervened. Itâs not your fault, a lot has been happening and pissed-off Alphas take priority. The old man did though, and backed the adequate amount of steps away after ensuring you would not tumble out of the cab. If it wasnât for the promise he made to Bruce to chaperone, and to you when he hired you, Alfred would have taken up the offer the others had given him. A nice vacation, the first he would have taken, just to give you and the rest space to figure each other out. Based on the messages from the familyâs missing members, it would have been smart to leave Gotham. Or the continent.
âDonât tell me what to doâ you say.
âGet out of the truckâ, Duke replies.
âNo. Fuck off. Iâm grown up, I can get out if I want.â
âIâm seriously running out of patience (y/n)â
âGood. Leave me alone Duke.â
âTerrible things are about to happen to you.â, Duke warns.
You squint at him and stick your tongue out at him. You know heâs just full of shit and would never do anything to actually hurt you. Nor would he allow you to be in any real danger. Heâs got a trick up his sleeve and the muscles in your stretched leg were taut, waiting for release so you can roll and limp away to safety.
There was hardly anytime for you to plan your next step before Duke wrapped his hand around your ankle and starts untying your sneaker.
âDonâtâ, you squeal.
He ignores you and gives you another bright smile full of sunshine and mischief. Dear God, he was going to kill you with that look on his face. Totally disarming and distracting as you barely register the shoe and sock getting tugged off.
âI mean it Duke! I give up! Look, see? Iâm letting go!â, you beg.
You unclench your fingers and start waving your hands in his face. Trying like hell to sit up and defend yourself. Unfortunately, the hood on your hoodie was caught on the seatbelt latch in the cushion. Preventing you rolling farther away or sitting up and smushing his face away with your freed hands.
âI will never forgive youâ, you solemnly vow.
âYes, you will, look at your face, youâre smiling. Youâve already forgiven me.â
âThey stink, I havenât changed my socks in five days.â
âThatâs another lie, I know for a fact that your laundry has been washed.â
âAnd thatâs weird. Weâre going to revisit that later though. Let my foot go. I also havenât taken a shower yet; I ran a five K this morning.â
âIn what? Your dreams? You know, I think we should go back to begging.â
You give an enraged shriek that devolves into panicked laugh as he starts torturing every available space on your foot. It was not an enjoyable experience. You were scrambling and flailing to get away but couldnât since he seemed to have super strength. He also barely swatted your thick cast covered foot you tried to jam in his face. Tears start leaking out the corners of your eyes as you giggle and beg and plead for him to release you. Not that he listened to any of it. He seemed perfectly happy watching you writhe.
The merriment came to about as abrupt and end as it started as a sleek black muscle car growled into the driveway. Duke dropped your ankle and crawled into the truck cab with you. As defective an Omega as you were, you still picked up on the spike of adrenaline and what you thought was panic although it was smothered by anger. You scrunch your nose at the onslaught of pheromones that made you want to bump up and rub against him and soothe in any way you could. Because no. Youâre not that kind of Omega.
âDuke?â, you ask.
He must have picked up on the nervous twitching from you. Or the tell-tale patter of your little heart trying to produce enough pheromones to get you out of this situation. Enough to tell the Alpha thatâs laying on top of you, tantalizingly close, so close you could hear the clack that the wooden beads in his dreads made as he pressed flush against you. Iâm in danger, help me. Is what should have been leaking out of every pore. Yet, you were broken.
âShh, donât let him see you.â, Duke says.
That didnât help the matter. Especially when Duke used his freakishly long limbs to pull both sets of doors closed as quietly as possible. What was happening? Was someone trying to attack Bruce Wayne, billionaire-philanthropist and notorious Alpha who also seems to be in close contact with the most frightening infected Alpha in the country. Merely the thought of the shadow you often saw cast on buildings as dominance battles were fought all over in the different Gotham territories was enough to make you shake. You never saw Batman. No one whoever truly interacts with him lives to tell the tales. So just what is Bruce Wayne that he seems to be in an alliance with such a monster?
âBruce! Get out here you chicken-shit piss-poor excuse of a sireâ, a booming voice shout outside.
A seismic level shockwave rocked through you, and you couldnât suppress the litany of whines that escaped as you dug your claws into dukeâs yellow and black muscle shirt. It was embarrassing, you felt like a pup again.
In all your years you had never come anywhere close to that amount of dominance that was coming out in waves that even rattled the windows. Whoever this was, he was bad news. Even Duke knew it.
Dukeâs eyes were flashing gold in the sudden darkness of the cab. You were once again struck by the oddity, but this world is full of strange things. To be fair, you were mostly preoccupied with other things, and you had a feeling that if you started digging into what was going on at the place you were hired then you would truly fall down the rabbit hole.
âStop movingâ, Duke whispers.
His hand wraps around one of your wrists that you had thrown up against his chest. Just for a little breathing room, rather than being pressed face first in a scent gland that would have you dry humping everything in sight. Despite the abject terror at the situation unfolding outside.
âWhere do you get off siccing Dick on me in the middle of a meeting?â, the man demands.
You didnât hear the heavy manor door creaking open. So you had no idea just who this man was talking to. During the struggle with Duke earlier and the tickle fight, you didnât see Alfred. You doubt the man stuck around during the shenanigans. Which begs the question. Just who was he talking to?
âReally? The silent treatment. You really are too scared to face me huh?â, the unknown man says.
Oh no. That sounded right outside your moving truck. No, nonononononono. You could feel the anger coming off him as it made your teeth chatter.
Your worst fear came true as the driverâs side door, above your head, was ripped open. No. It was ripped off the truck cab in a screech of metal that had you cringing and trying to burrow farther into Duke away from it. You were still stuck on the damn seatbelt thing that was jammed into the back of your neck. All you could do was look up and try not to burst into tears.
Because the man who just opened your door was death. You were teetering between pissing yourself from fear, and trying to control the inappropriate lust that was starting to ride you hard. Because damn. That voice, that dominance, paired with that attitude and face. My God, itâs like he was made perfectly for you. Or any Omega really. A fact that was cemented when the stern bluish-grey eyes that stare down at you flash a crimson red. Sploosh. You seriously needed to get your head checked.
â(Y/N)?â, mystery man says.
âHow do you know my name?â
âBruce told us he got you. Shit. I thought he was just pulling his usual shitâ, he swears.
You were about to question who he was and what all was going on, but Duke beat you to it.
â(Y/N) this is Jason. Iâm sorry, I didnât think he would ever come back home. Speaking of what are you doing here Jason?â, Duke says.
Jason straightens, his eyes flashing another dangerous candy apple red color that brought another bout of hot oozing warmth where it definitely didnât need to be. Not that you needed to worry about it. Like you said, you were broken. Although you couldnât help but wonder if being by lethal amounts of Alpha fueled testosterone would kick your damaged hardware into gear. Food for thought at a later time.
âI have just as much of a right to be here, if you checked your phone you would know what was going on. Bruce⌠interfered with a business interaction of mine when I refused to come back to the Manor.â
âSo you decided to just go ahead and give him what he wants, really Jay?â
âNo. Iâm going to kill him. First though, get off of her.â
The callous way he mentioned killing your employer was chilling you to the bone. You bet he could do it to. From the heavily muscled frame that was subtly flexing, his old brown leather jacket creaking as it strained. He took to cracking his knuckles as he stared down at you both. Too make matters worse, there was a small scar that twisted the left side of his face in a permanent smirk as it ran up from the corner of his slips, across his high cheekbones, and disappeared above his ear and into that thick black hair. Hair that contained a curious white streak that made you want to take a closer look. Not that you would. You were smart. Everything about this man shouted danger.
While Duke was massive in his own right, Jason looked as though he could rip linebackers in half for funsies. You believe that those thick corded thighs that your eyes had zeroed in on, the ones that his frayed jeans were struggling to contain, those are rugby thighs. Once again, itâs not your fault, you were born to be this pervy to those of the Alpha secondary gender category. Just like Deltas were made for Betas. This is all evolution's fault that you wanted to climb a psycho killer like a tree and purr. Ooooh, maybe you could get Duke to wear a firema- nope. Annnnnd youâre done. You seriously need to focus if youâre going to somehow finesse your way out of this situation.
âWhat are you going to do? Make me?â Duke says.
You almost think heâs teasing Jason, then you hear the bite of a challenge to an invading Alpha. Dear God, itâs almost like youâre a kid on the playground again. This was so not fun nor was it sexy. Especially with you sitting so close to the crossfire.
âI said, get off.â, Jason start growling.
Oh good, now weâre slowly becoming dogs. This is great. Totally not borderline psychotic in any way.
âYou didnât want to come back, so you donât get to have her. Back off Jay.â, Duke warns.
âNo one here gets to judge me; you know the reason why the family is so broken is sitting up there. Plotting. If I had known- well- doesnât matter. Get off before I rip you to pieces. I might till do it, send a fun little message to our psycho father by spreading his precious new petâs blood all over the front steps.â
âIsnât that what Dick said to you when you met?â
âSay his name again and I will make good on my promise.â
âCan I just say one thing?â, you ask.
The tension was getting so thick you could cut it with a cheap plastic spork. Honestly, you suspect they couldâve just kept going all night if they had to with the witty one-liners. You were getting tired though, and all this negativity was not good for your heart.
âHon, not right now, Iâm winning.â, Duke tries to shush you.
First of all, how dare he shush you. You had just as much of a right to talk as they did. Duke is different from most Alphaâs youâve met. The silent prejudice was still hanging in that back of your mind though. Omegas are useless without Alphas. So be a good little one and sit there and be pretty. Donât ever think of talking. You know heâs not like all the other assholes youâve encountered. What he just said though started ringing those little alarms that told you he might be though.
âNo, youâre not.â, you pause and notice the slight smirk across Jasonâs scarred face, âNeither of you are. Can I please get up and get my boxes in while you two have your pissing match?â
Jason lets out a surprised bark, and you give him brownie points for keeping his mouth shut besides that.
âIâll let you up, once he goes inside.â, Duke tells you.
âNo. I want to get up now.â, you say.
Dukeâs next response gets cut off as you watch Jason reach over you and grab Dukeâs dreads. There was a slight struggle, but the comforting weight of Dukeâs body between your thighs is gone within seconds. You almost miss it. You almost feel bad when you finally wrench your hoodie free and look out the truck door and see Duke on the ground with Jasonâs hand around his throat. It was ok. You can tell no real weight was being put behind it. It was just one Alpha gently reminding a younger one to submit. Youâve seen this shit all the time.
You also werenât going to lie; the dominance was definitely starting to rev your engines.
âPlease donât kill him, I need his help with the boxes and my wheelchairâ, you call out.
Jason turns to look at you, the red in his eyes damning as he stares into you. Oooh. You can have a lot of fun with that. Maybe you can ask him to pretend to be your sleep paralysis demon that has his wicked way with yo- nope. No roleplaying. No playing with these Alphas in any sexual manner. You need money and a place to stay, and while sex is nice, everyone always moves on to more compelling Omegas that arenât broken. Besides, youâre pretty sure these Alphas donât know their strength. Nope, youâre good without all the heartbreak and hospital visits if you go down that route.
âBoxes?â, Jay asks.
âYeah, Iâm moving in, didnât anyone tell you?â, you ask him.
âNo. They just told me- nothing. Iâll help, you donât need shit-for-brainsâ, Jay says.
He gets up, slightly pushing Dukeâs face to the side and into the muddy wet gravel. You canât help but wince and give Duke a sympathetic look. Not that he was paying you any mind. His lovely brown eyes were now a liquid gold that screamed revenge. You just pray that he can hold off long enough to get your wheelchair from the back.
âWhat- what happened to her?â, Jay asks.
âMotherfu- get my chairâ, you boss.
âShe got chewed on at one of Cobblepotâs clubsâ, Duke tells him.
âShit, none of the others know huh.â, Jason sighs.
He runs his hands through his hair, and youâre stuck looking at it again. It looked fluffy and silky. Of course, it would put you in a trance, the same as the wood beads in Dukeâs dreads. You might actually have a thing for hair now that you thought about it.
âNo, weâll have a war when they do.â, Duke replies cheerfully.
âWhy?â, you ask. You were genuinely confused as they kept talking circles around you.
âDonât worry about it Hon. Letâs get you insideâ, Duke groans as he gets up from the dirt.
Jason reaches in and lightly grabs your good wrist as he pulls you out. You willingly let him, marveling at that the body made from the gods. Would it be bad if you reached around and gently pinched his ass? Itâs just curiosity. So much muscle, how much fat?
Duke looks slightly peeved when he grabs the chair from the back and notices you in Jasonâs arms. You couldnât help but give him a slight smug wave from the safety of King Kongâs arms.
âI like the bell, maybe we should find some streamers for the back too. Thereâs no way sheâll get lost.â
And just like that, you lost it as Giant 1 and 2 dissolved in a fit of giggles. Iâm going to kill them. Hopefully before your hormones and pheromones killed you first. Because damn it, you did seize the opportunity to smack the ass of the jack ass.
That ass is not only iconic and slightly hard, but it jiggled a little too. This is going to be so much fun living here.
#abo batfam x reader#yandere batfam#yandere batfam x reader#yeaaaaaaah it's getting yandere#vamp!batfam#chapter 3 is written#I just need to make the bio and post headcannons first#hopefully before spring semester starts#also been playing arkham knights#been a big inspiration to me a little with this story
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