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HI! I just wanna say I lovee ur stories, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader shadow play smut, with content.

I loved the other one u did... but I'm a sucker for smut 😭😌

Hey there! So, in the previous story, there's smut involved (dark story). But maybe the shadow play in the last scene isn't cutting it. No worries, here's another scenario for you! Thanks for the request, it's been a blast to write. It's weirdly amusing, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it! 😄

Summary : Loki sought revenge after you left him in prison, tormenting you with shadows and magic. Strangely, you found yourself caught between arousal and fear, oblivious to the fact that it was him all along.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic

Trigger Warnings: Masturbating, Fingering, Dubious Consent, Magic

Words : 3.2k (shortest fic I've ever written lol)

A/N : Well, that shadow scene had us all on a chokehold, and, of course, I couldn't resist writing another one for it. Thank you @holabicth for the request once again!

The door closed behind Loki with a quiet thud. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Loki said, stepping towards the cell that was holding you. "A little mortal, lost in a big, bad world."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not bothering to move from where you were sitting, cross-legged, against the wall. "You're one to talk." You retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Considering you're in the exact same predicament."

"Am I now?" Loki asked, raising his own eyebrow in response. He took another step closer to your cell, looking down at you. You were still sitting there, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Because it seems to me, that if I wanted to, I could easily just-" Loki paused as he suddenly appeared inside of your cell, standing in front of you. "Leave."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Big deal. You can teleport. Congrats." You muttered, moving to stand up.

Loki put his foot out and kicked your shoulder, forcing you to stay sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Loki asked, bending over slightly to look at you.

You turned your head to the side to glare up at him, and then brought your fist forward to hit him right in the groin. Loki gasped, taking a step back, and then groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly. You were surprised he didn’t see that coming or it was really him instead of some kind of projection.

"Yeah, I said you're a fucking dickhead." You snapped, using the wall to help you stand. Loki groaned in response, still doubled over in pain. You walked around him and stepped out of the cell, turning around to face him. "Have fun rotting away in there." You smirked, waving at him as the cell's walls started to close in around him.

Loki's head shot up as the walls moved closer. "No! Wait!" He shouted, but it was too late. The walls closed in on him, making him press up against the glass.

You sighed and shook your head, turning around to head for the elevator. "Y/N!" Loki shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the cell walls. "You can't leave me like this!"

"And why not?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around. You reached the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the lobby.

"Because, if you leave me here, I'll die!" Loki shouted, his hands and face pressing against the glass.

"And why should that concern me?" You asked, pausing the doors from closing.

Loki groaned and banged on the glass, "You will pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Bye! Have fun rotting away, dickhead!" With an almost nonchalant wave, you watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving him alone in the dimly lit cell.

The dull hum of the descending elevator mingled with Loki's muffled protests, creating a haunting symphony of abandonment as you left him behind.

You were heading towards the door, ready to get out of this place, when you stopped. 'Should I really just leave him here?' You thought to yourself, sighing as you turned around. 'Oh, fuck it. Might as well make the most of this.'

Years after what happened you managed to escape from that prison, you were a free woman and no one could hold you back, even though they were trying. You had your freedom, and no one could take it away. You moved to a new country, changed your identity to make you unrecognizable and it worked. No one had recognized you.

Life was good, and started your life anew, forgetting all about your past. You were finally happy, and everything was going great.

But it felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

One night when you were sleeping, you were dreaming of making out with a guy, his face was blurry so you didn't know who it was. His hands were touching all the right places, and you were getting into the moment, his lips felt amazing against yours. But then he was kissing your neck and you realized you could feel everything, the warmth of his tongue, the roughness of his stubble, the tickle of his breath.

His hand moved lower to your collarbone and down to your breast, and you were enjoying it. The guy seemed to know what he was doing, when suddenly, he squeezed a little harder, causing you to moan in surprise. It felt so real, that you were starting to think that you weren't dreaming, and that someone was in your room, touching you.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" The guy whispered and bit your earlobe making you shiver.

That made your eyes shot open and you sat up in shock. Looking around, you saw no one there. Your room was pitch black, except for a small ray of light coming from under the door. You must have been dreaming. But it felt so real. "Did I dream it or someone is really here?" You wondered, but couldn't find anything.

You looked down and saw that you were sweating and you could see your hardened nipples poking through your tank top. You saw your tank top was ridden up just like the guy did in your dream.

You pulled your shirt back down, and laid down again. The whole time you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was touching you. It felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

Even though, you were panicking, your mind drifted to the man in your dream. How he knew your name, and how hot he sounded. You didn't understand how a dream could be so vivid and detailed.

You were getting turned on, the feeling of his lips on yours, and the way his hands were on your body. You didn't even know who this guy was, and you were already starting to masturbate. you felt embarrassed thinking about what you were dreaming about, and how wet you were. You didn't even know what time it was, but you felt like you needed to take care of yourself before you went back to sleep.

You started to slide your hands up and down your body, the feeling of his lips and stubble still lingering on your neck. You were so wet, the only thing that could satisfy right now was your fingers.

"Mmmm..." You moaned, as you imagined his face looking down at you, while his hands were touching you.

You were close to an orgasm, and you felt like you were going crazy. The pleasure felt unreal.

"Ohhhh... fuck," You whispered as you came.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t go back to sleep. You felt weird and confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You shrugged it off, maybe it was nothing, and just got up from the bed, ready to start the day.

You didn't realize that this was only the beginning of the things that will happen, and that everything was only getting started.

"What a fucking asshole!" You grumbled angrily, kicking a trashcan, which sent the garbage flying. It didn't help that a group of kids were watching you and laughing at your anger.

"What did the trashcan ever do to you?" One kid asked, his friends giggling in the background. You turned your glare towards them, and the kids stopped laughing. They slowly backed away and ran off, not wanting to face your wrath.

You sighed and shook your head, turning back to the sidewalk. You were supposed to be at work, but you were late and had a pretty good excuse, a.k.a. the fact that some asshole had decided to break into your house and steal your car.

"Stupid car. Stupid, fucking asshole." You muttered, continuing to walk down the street. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." You groaned and shook your head, running your hands through your hair.

You stopped and looked at the building across the street. 'Maybe I can call someone to pick me up? Like my parents?' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and laughing. "They probably won't answer anyway. Because I’m dead to them.’ You muttered, sighing as you crossed the street, heading for the building.

At work, you were still mad about your car being stolen, and were wondering how long it would take for the police to notice and return it to you. You couldn’t focus on your job. "Y/N, get back to work!" Mr. D's stern voice cut through your thoughts, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the cereal box in your hands. Sighing heavily, you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Sorry, Mr. D. Won't happen again," you mumbled, mustering a forced smile.

It had been couple of days since your car got stolen and you hadn’t received any information from the police, making you taking the bus from getting and going off from work. You were always late because of the traffic and your boss wasn't happy that you were late, and even threatened to fire you if you were late again. It wasn't your fault though, but no one would listen. You were pissed off and wanted to punch someone.

Days had passed since the incident, and the absence of any information from the police gnawed at your patience. Forced to rely on buses to commute, you found yourself consistently late due to the unpredictability of traffic. Your boss, oblivious to your tardiness, had threatened to fire you if you were late again.

It wasn't your fault, you were a victim of circumstances beyond your control. The injustice of it all made your blood boil, and the temptation to vent your frustration physically lingered at the edges of your consciousness. Yet, you held back, knowing that punching someone wouldn't solve anything.

As you continued stacking cans on the shelves, the rhythm of your movements betrayed the underlying tension. Each clink of metal against metal mirrored the ticking clock, a constant reminder of the stolen moments and the stolen car that dangled over your daily existence.

Suddenly, you slammed a can onto the shelf, drawing the attention of everyone around. Some flinched, eyes turning towards you. "Sorry, sorry. Just having a rough day. No need to look at me like that." you apologized, and the customers resumed their activities.

Your daily routine had become a struggle since the loss of your car. Apologies became a routine, just like the late hours you now kept. Affording a new vehicle was out of the question. The bus stop was distant from your apartment, pushing you to discover a shortcut through a creepy alley a couple of days ago. You didn't trust the alley, but you had no choice, you a quicker route home.

So, there you were, standing outside the alley, contemplating if it was a good idea or not. It was scary and dark, and you didn't know what was in there. You gulped and stepped into the alley, deciding to just suck it up and go through. You didn't want to walk all the way to your apartment building, and this was faster.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself, you prepared taser gun and pepper spray, and slowly walked into the alley. You were tense, and felt your heart beat faster, but you told yourself that everything would be alright. The alley wasn't very long, so you were relieved, but that feeling quickly left when you heard a sound behind you.

Turning around, you saw only homeless people, nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just rats or something," you thought, attempting to calm your nerves. The rest of the walk remained uneventful. As you exited the alley, you sighed in relief, continuing your journey towards the apartment building.

You walked through that alley a couple more times since that day, and nothing unusual ever happened, but today, you felt as if someone was watching you, so you decided to look behind you.

But no one was in sight, not even the homeless people. You found it a bit odd but decided to ignore it and focusing on getting home. "Probably imagining it, it's nothing." You muttered to yourself, as you kept walking faster. You clenched your taser gun tightly, ready to use it in case something did happen.

You heard footsteps approaching but when you turned around there was no one. You froze, your breath caught in your throat. You clenched your taser gun, the only weapon you had with you, and quickened your pace.

You heard it again, it sounded closer, but still far away. You slowly turned around, trying to keep calm, but you couldn't. The noise started again, this time closer, and louder. You spun around, holding the gun up and ready to fire. But no one was there.

Suddenly you were being pulled back and slammed into the wall behind you, and then you were being choked. Your eyes widened as you struggled against the grip, your hands pulling at the hand around your neck.

Your hands were suddenly being stretched apart, the gun falling out of your grip and clattering to the ground. Your legs flailed, your lungs desperate for air, but the hand stayed firm. No one was there, you didn't know what was happening. You were scared, no one was there, you didn’t know who or what attacked you.

Your vision started to fade, and everything was starting to get darker and darker. Right before everything faded away, the grip on your throat was released. You were coughing and gasping for air. You were still bound against the wall, not knowing what was going on. You looked around, and saw no one, no one except shadows on the wall.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from the lack of air. There was no response, and you felt like someone was there, but you didn't see anyone. "This isn't funny!" You spoke to whoever or something. You didn't believe in ghost, never did. You didn't think you were going crazy. You just assumed it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you hallucinate.

"Show yourself!" You growled, trying to act tough. Still no response. "Fuck off. Leave me alone!" You grumbled, and kicked the wall behind you, but your legs hit nothing. Your brows furrowed, and you were confused. But you could feel something restraining you, and it was solid. You tried moving again, but the invisible force held you tightly.

As realization dawned, you discerned the silhouette of a shadow adorned with menacing horns that clung to you. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed.

"To make you mine." A deep voice spoke, echoing throughout the alley. You felt shivers down your spine, and fear creeped its way inside of you. You didn't understand what was happening. Your breathing was ragged, and you felt yourself become panicked.

Then you felt something caressing your legs as if a hand was slowly travelling up the length of them. You tried to struggle but the bounds held you tight, you were completely powerless. Your breath hitched when you felt fingers brush against the skin between your thighs and up.

Your legs were being forced open, "Ah! What are you doing!?" You shouted, not knowing what was happening as a finger slowly rubbed against your pussy.

"Stop!" You shouted, still struggling against the binds. But the thing didn't listen and was suddenly rubbed your clit, your hips involuntarily jerked at the sensation, and a small moan escaped your mouth.

"W-What is happening?" You whimpered, the fear mixed with pleasure was overwhelming. Your head fell back against the wall and a louder moan left your lips, you wanted to stop it, but you couldn't, and it felt too good.

You tried to focus on anything but the sensations, and you heard someone whisper something, but you couldn't understand what was being said. You tried to listen, but it was useless. The hand between your legs slipped into your panties and started to rub at your folds. The pleasure was too intense, and you cried out, your whole body trembling.

"Fuck." You breathed, and tried to control your breathing, but it was hard. Your whole body was shaking, and your mind was blank. You couldn't believe you were getting turned on by being assaulted by an unknown entity, but you were. "No! Stop it!" You struggled, the thing didn't stop.

You felt the shadow enter you as if a finger inserted itself into you, "Ah!" You moaned, you could feel the finger moving inside you, thrusting in and out of you. "N-no, stop."

The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp. Your moans filled the empty alley, the sound of your moans echoed off the walls, but the pleasure you were feeling was great.

Then the fingers were removed, and then a hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. You gasped and tried to pull the hand away, but the hand was unmovable. The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp.

Fuck, why did a shadow could make you feel so good? The fingers kept moving in and out of you and a third joined, stretching you further. You were feeling too good, too aroused. You didn't even try to get away from it anymore. You couldn't believe you were turned on by a ghost or whatever this shadow-like creature.

"Yes! Yes! Ah!" You moaned. Your body felt hot, really hot. Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest, it was a good thing that no one could see you like this, getting fingered by a ghost.

You moaned again as the fingers thrusting in and out of you increased in speed, they were going fast. You wanted to scream, shout, moan, but you were only able to do one of them. "Yes! Ah! YES!" You screamed as your climax neared, "F-faster! Fuck me faster! Make me come!"

The fingers kept moving in and out of your dripping entrance and they increased their pace, fucking you faster and faster, your screams were louder.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" You screamed and arched your back as your orgasm hit, your juices ran down to your thighs, the fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Then the fingers were gone, the sensation disappeared. The shadow finally released its grip, and you collapsed to the ground. You were left there, breathing hard, and confused. “What the fuck was that?” You talked to yourself.

While still trying to make sense of what just happened, you noticed two feet in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met Loki's. Suddenly, he seized your hair, compelling you to stand. "You!" you hissed, but he remained silent, his grip tightening.

A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with an unsettling green hue. Frustration and anger welled up within you as you attempted to retaliate, yet his hand held you firmly. "All this time, it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who assaulted me while I was sleeping, weren’t you?" you spat, your glare fixed on him.

He offered no response, only a sinister smirk, and then everything went black.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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The Flayed

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 4.3K

warnings: cursing, panic attacks from byers/going off on everyone, blood/fighting. i think we good!

summary: the pits of hell.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

yall, steve and byers relationship is going through it, im sorry. also feel like my writing is inconsistent for these next few chapters (idk just me?)

@alecmores my lovely friend🌟

series masterlist / steve harrington

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You were sure your voice was gonna give out with the volume of your screams. The room that was now confirmed to be an elevator was moving at such a fast speed that you worried you’d hit the ceiling when it reached the bottom.

“Steve!” Calling for your boyfriend with tears flooding your eyes.

This is why you didn’t want to do this. Why you shouldn’t have gotten involved and just called the government. Now you have two children with you in a dangerous environment not knowing what was on the other side. Stupid fucking Russians had to ruin your night cause of their stupid system.

“Shit! Shit!” “We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve and Dustin shouted over the noise. And you're pretty sure you’re just sobbing through the screams at this point. Robin shouted to Steve, “Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

Dustin was smashing his hands into the buttons, but nothing was helping. “Why don’t these buttons work?!” Erica ran to his side, the two of them pressing the same buttons and yelling at each other.

Your fingers were curled tight around a metal table as you hyperventilate. Everything and everyone was just making your panic worse and you feared passing out. The elevator hit the ground hard and everyone lost their foot, falling to the floor with boxes following. Your head hit the bottom of the table and you winced in pain.

You could hear Steve groan, “Oh! My groin. It fell on my groin.” Then he called for Dustin to move a box.

You heard shuffling and Robin asking if everyone was okay, but you could only hear your loud breathing and feel the fast beating of your heart. Palms hit the metal floor as you panted and silently cried, messy hair hiding your face in a curtain.

“(Y/n)? Hey, baby…” The voices sounded as if they were underwater. Garbled and unclear, barely able to understand it’s Steve just from the pet name. A hand falls to your back, trying to use repetitive motions as a way to calm you down.

“Baby, it’s Steve. Dustin, Erica, and Robin are with us. Everyone is okay. We’re safe.” He spoke low and close to your ear.

“We don’t know if-“ “Shut it, Henderson!”

Your hearing got clearer and your breathing slowly evened out, body slightly shook as you managed to push yourself off the floor and shrug Steve’s hands away. Fingernails curled into your palm as you glared at Steve. His eyes were droopy and sad, arms limp at his side, but you needed to get this out.

“We are not safe, Steve. Not even close. We are in a Russian elevator that no one besides us knows about, so they wouldn’t know where to look. We have two underage children in our care to keep safe, which, they or we shouldn’t even be here in the first place! I have said, we should just take this to the authorities! That’s their job! We work in a fucking ice cream shop making five bucks an hour! But you and Dustin, along with Robin, wanted to be nosy American heroes, and Erica just took this as a reason to get free ice cream.” Arms flailing and voice cracking. “I should be home watching Jeopardy on the couch with you or Will. I haven’t heard from Jonathan or my mom all day, who knows if Will's home alone when he shouldn’t be since the last time that happened, he got sucked into the fucking Upside Down!”

You pound your fist into the walls, hurling more words under your breath. You ignored the sting to your wrist as you kept banging and banging, eyes blurry and voice straining. You only stopped when arms wrapped you from behind, they pinned your biceps down and dragged you away from the wall. You struggled against their hold until you gave up, not fighting just letting your emotions get the better of you.

“I can’t- I can’t do this again. I just can’t.” Legs turn to jelly as you let gravity drag you back to the floor. You just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep into a coma.

Steve, you knew it was him holding you, he fell with you. Your back was pulled to his chest as he shushed you, trying to calm you like a baby. His hand pushed your head towards his neck and you shifted so you leaned on your side, starchy uniform wrinkling in your grip. “I can’t keep… doing this.”

Steve took a deep breath, “I know, baby. I know. We just gotta stick together and we’ll be safe.” He pressed his face into your hair, his eyes closing as he hugged you tighter. He never wants to see you break like this, and he’ll do everything to keep you from cracking further.

“Uh… just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s. And Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.”

“I don’t care about Tina!” Steve yelled as he moved his hands over your ears. With his mouth close they barely muffled his screaming at Erica. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your moms not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

Your ears were uncovered and took in the silence that followed so much yelling. Dustin and Robin are the only two just watching and standing back. Steve kept your head pushed to his neck, his chin digging into your scalp as his palm rubbed your bicep up and down.

“Hey,” You turned to Dustin. His voice was low and even as he addressed the room. “Why don’t we just climb our way out?” Pointed upward to a square cut into the ceiling.

Steve pulled the both of you off the floor and kissed your salty cheeks. He squatted so Dustin could climb onto his shoulder and push the hatch open. With help from Steve, Dustin was pushed up and then Steve used a table for leverage.

You, Robin, and Erica just looked up and waited for anything. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, pretending it was Steve grounding you.

“Steve!” Robin yelled, “What’s it look like? Can we climb?”

There was thumping and then Dustin’s head popped in with a strained smile. “Uh…”

“Uh, what? Can we climb?” Erica demanded.

“No. We can’t climb, we’re too far down.” Dustin groaned.

You dropped your head. “Son of a bitch,” mumbled under your breath. Steve climbed back in and sighed as he leaned against the wall.

“Code red. I repeat, code red. Does anyone copy?”

You could hear Dustin’s voice bouncing off the thick walls from above. He asked for his walkie and said he was gonna try to get some help. He’s been repeating code red for about five minutes now.

“We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found they will torture and kill us.” That was a new one. And if anyone heard that, they would probably think it was a dumb prank.

Steve climbed atop a table and poked his head through the hole. “Hey!” He called to Dustin, “Gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery.”

Dustin’s voice was muffled and you could only hear Steve’s reply, “What do you think, Petey the mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?” He shimmied up back to the roof.

You, having nothing to do and wanting to distract yourself, you started stacking and organizing the boxes. Lend a helping hand to the Russians, cause why not? Robin tried pushing different buttons to get the door open or the elevator working again hopefully. And Erica was off to the side sitting down, messing with the container Robin stuffed in her bag.

Then there was a sound and a smell, your nose wrinkling. You heard Robin scuff followed by, “Can you redirect your stream, please?” You looked at the wall and you groaned.

Loud banging filled the silence and you promptly spun to see Erica hitting the green liquid against metal tubs. You rushed to her side and yanked the unknown substance from her tiny hands. “Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful! We don’t even know what this is.”

She rolled her eyes, “Exactly. It could be useful.” Robin walked over, “Useful how?”

Erica started a little rant. “We could survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water it will die.”

“I know that, little miss know-it-all. But I hate to break it to you, but this is not water. Not even close.” Your attitude is starting to match Erica’s.

She shrugged, “No, but it’s a liquid. And if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.”

You heard Robin scuff and then a distant noise. An electronic whirring. Robin walked to the door and Erica yanked the liquid back when you were distracted. The both of you watched as Robin set her ear to the door and then pushed away to the tables. She climbed up and motioned with her hands to follow.

“We’ve got company.”

Robin went up first and then you made Erica go next, helping her small frame reach the hatch for someone to grab her. You can hear the noise getting closer. You stood on your tiptoes to get as close to the top, fingers stretched to the point of cracking. You weren’t good at pull-ups so you know this is gonna be a difficult task. Luckily, Steve came forward and grabbed your arms tight, and helped pull you upward. You fell into his arms as Dustin closed the lid, and now was the waiting game.

The elevator thudded then stopped meaning it was opened and then you heard two Russian men speaking, their feet shuffling back and forth a few times. Steve looked down into the opening allowing light, you should see the shadows moving. Everyone was tense, keeping as still as possible to not give away the position. Steve held a finger to his lips then he tilted his head slightly in the direction of Erica, who was holding her container of liquid goo.

Steve curled his fingers in a ‘give me’ motion and she slowly handed it off. The two men walked out of the room and now you just waited until they drove away. That whirring noise grew distant and it was followed by the heavy door falling.

Steve yanked the hatch open and climbed down, the door getting closer to sealing back up. He slid on the ground and with the bottom vertical he jammed it open. “Let’s go,” you usher Erica down first. Her backpack was thrown to Steve and pushed through the door.

She crawled on the floor with Steve’s “Go, go, go,” And her “I’m going.” in response.

Dustin dropped second. “Henderson. Go, go.” Steve gave him a push. You urged Robin next, her legs in the air before you pushed them down. You didn’t bother to argue with Steve about who was next since he would insist on you. You shuffled under with Dustin and Robin yanking you out of the way so Steve could hurry as the glass was breaking.

You grabbed his uniform and tugged at him, Robin helping with her grunts of, “Come on, Steve, let’s go!” He rolled his body into yours and both of you watched as the glass gave out and the green goo sizzled the floor and door.

You sighed as you hugged Steve tight and he did as well. You heard Robin ask, “Still wanna drink that?” And you knew it was at Erica. Despite the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from planting kisses on the side of Steve’s face, your body went through slight shudders of panic. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” Whispered into his hot skin.

He pushed himself off your body and held his hands out to help you from the floor. His eyes zigzagged everywhere, “Not hurt or anything?” You confirmed your intact state and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Holy mother of God.” Dustin’s voice broke the silence. You and Steve broke apart and everyone turned to see what stunned Dustin Henderson. A giant tunnel is what. “Well…hope you guys are in good shape.” He took your hand and pulled you with him as he tapped Dustin on the chest, “Looking at you, roast beef.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking. Could’ve been fifteen minutes or a full hour already. It just went on and on forever, the fluorescent lighting hurting your eyes and causing your headache to worsen. Steve kept your hands intertwined, something bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving reassuring kisses on our cracked skin.

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive.” Dustin with his wandering gaze and scientific mind. Steve countered Dustin’s remark, “What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard. There are no stairs, there’s no exit, there’s just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.”

And you agreed with him in your head, ears tingling at the deep sound of Steve’s voice bouncing off the walls and almost wrapping you in a warm blanket. Messily as you walked you landed a kiss on his clothed shoulder, just wishing to take a moment and hug him like a bear.

Erica’s high-pitched voice spoke, “They’re Commies. You don’t pay people, they cut corners.” You genuinely wonder if she’s learning this from school or something she does as a hobby.

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking,” Robin mentioned. “Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting cargo.” And she was right about that.

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery.” “And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser.” Dustin and Robin finished each other’s sentences.

“Wait… so you think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?” You leaned forward a bit to see everyone’s thinking faces. Dustin twisted his mouth, “I seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison. It’s gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.”

“What the hell is Promethium?” Steve blurted.

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components.” Robin casually mentioned. You couldn’t help the gasp that followed, “You read comics? Robin, why am I just now hearing about this?” She just shrugged, but you saw her hidden smile.

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.” Erica had to ruin the moment.

Steve was quick to come to his defense, “No, no, no. No, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerd, all right?” The simple comment made you slip your hand from his out of pettiness. Steve whipped his head towards you and tried to grab it back, but you just crossed your arms and kept walking.

You heard light chuckles from the others. “Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?” Robin’s snarky comment was followed by Dustin’s, “With you dating (Y/n), you’re a nerd by association. She’s got a good knowledge of comics and Star Wars.”

“I know that. I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.” You dropped your arms and you felt Steve’s hitting yours twice before you took the innovation of holding hands again. “Promethium.” Dustin fixed Steve’s miss pronunciation. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something.” You quickly throw it out there. “Like a nuclear weapon?” Dustin asked. You shrugged even if he couldn’t see, “Totally, they are Russia and they usually are up to something sketchy.”

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That’s great. That’d be great.” Steve used his sarcasm as his defense. He squeezed your hand three times.

“But if they’re building something, why here?” Robin pointed out, “I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s our very…” She trailed off as she and Erica continued forward. At the same time, Steve pulled the both of you to a stop with Dustin.

“You think the Russians know?” Steve turned to Dustin. “About-” Dustin didn’t need to finish, the three of you knew what he was gonna say. “They could,” Steve pointed out. “So it’s connected?” You asked while huddling closer to the boys.

Dustin shook his head, “Maybe.” “How?” You were confused about how a government on the other side of the world could know about your shit town and its supernatural connection.

“I don’t know, but it’s…” “Possible.” The three of you whispered. Your headache was worsening by the second.

“I’m sorry,” You looked up and saw Robin and Erica further up the tunnel and turned around, “Is there something you’d like to share with the class? (Y/n)?” You could only open and close your mouth, nothing coming out.

The sound of static hissing followed by a man’s voice speaking what sounds to be Russian drew everyone’s attention. Erica dropped her backpack and pulled the walkie out as you all huddled on the ground. Robin pulled the antenna out and listened to the voice. She then translated what was being relaid.

“A trip to China sounds nice. If you tread lightly. It’s the code.”

Dustin pointed at the walkie in her hands, “Wherever that broadcast is coming from-” “It’s close. And if there’s one thing we know about that signal…”

“It can reach the surface.” You finished with an air of hopefulness. Robin looked up with a smile then to your group, “Let’s go,” and you continued your walking.

You walked for what you assumed to be about thirty minutes before voices and loud noises got closer. Steve pulled your group into a corner behind a giant metal container and waited for the coast to be clear of any workers passing by. He peeked his head out and when he assessed the scene he moved forward and pulled you with him, “Clear, come on, Let’s go.” And everyone stuck close together.

“Okay, that was close.” “Too close.”

“Relax,” Steve stopped Robin and Dustin’s complaining, “Relax, no one saw…” His steps came to a halt and your jaw was metaphorically on the ground.

The room in front of you was filled with workers. Scientists, guards, drivers, and some people you can’t identify are dressed in red full-body suits. A female voice was speaking Russian on the intercom and you forgot you were in the open until you were almost spotted by an armed guard.

“Shit!” You yanked Steve with you to hide behind a red box, everyone tucked behind. “Jesus!” Steve muttered.

“Red Dawn.” Dustin referring to a movie that came out last year.

“I saw it.” And you just thought Erica meant the movie until she followed up with, "First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?” Steve asked. “The comms room.” She sounded exasperated.

Steve scrunched his brows, “You saw the comms room? From here?” She nodded.

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t help questioning. You wouldn’t be able to tell which room was which. “Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin argued. You looked in the direction Erica said and squinted your eyes to see anything, you only saw a closed door and faint movement through the slender window.

“I’ll take those odds.” Robin firmly stated. You couldn’t help the sigh as you closed your eyes. This was crazy, this was crazy, this was crazy. “This is crazy.” A slip of your tongue.

“Well, would you rather be stuck out here or trying to get help?” Erica sassed. And you knew she was right, you still didn’t like the slim odds against the five of you.

“All right.” Steve whispered as he laid out the plan, “We’re going to move fast, we’re going to stay low. Okay?”

Steve went first then you followed, copying his actions and following his rules. One by one, like ducks in a row. You moved then stopped, and waited for people to pass before moving again to the nearest hiding spot. Just one more stop before the door you held your breath, not wanting to make a single sound before reaching safety. Eyes on the door and watching as a man in a lab coat leaves the room, door wide open and swinging closed.

“Let’s go.” Steve moved forward and caught the door just before it closed. He ushered everyone in before him. His back was to the room so it took him a second longer to realize that it wasn’t empty, a Russian guard was at the controls.

You pulled the kids behind you, arms out to the sides to block them. The guard just stared at everyone then moved his right hand towards his hip, his gun. You stiffened with your eyes widening. Robin moved forward and started shouting in Russian.

“Tread lightly! Tread lightly!” The man was confused, replying, but you didn’t understand him and Robin wasn’t planning on translating. “Silver cat… Silver cat.” She waved a hand behind her.

Everyone was tense. Eyes move everywhere from person to person or looking for something within the room as a weapon. You didn’t try to look at Steve, worried that might cause a bad reaction.

The guard shook his head, speaking more words that went in one ear and out the other. Robin turned to you with a worried look then back. She took another step closer, “China?” The man just scoffs and grabs his gun.

Steve’s yells fill the small room. He charges forward and shoves the man into the control counsel. With numb fingers, you tug Robin at the back of her shirt and closer to you. Your eyes watch as the man throws Steve off him and into a table and he groans from the impact. He throws a swing and Steve leaned back and avoids getting punched in the cheek, but he’s grabbed by his shirt and thrown into another table face first.

“Steve!” Your voice coming back to you. The guard grips the back of the Scoop's shirt, but Steve elbows him in the stomach. The guard stumbles away, allowing Steve to grab the walkie from the main counsel and throw it hand to hand before smacking the Russian in the face. He hits a table and then lands on the floor with a loud thud.

You stare at the unconscious man before your eyes travel to Steve, who’s panting and running a hand through the front of his hair. Body moving on auto-pilot, your feet carry you towards Steve. Hands are shaky as they hold his biceps while you look over his face, warm brown eyes dart back and forth. You feel rather than see, Steve’s fingers curling into your belt loops and tugging you closer.

“Dude!” Dustin’s loud voice caused Steve to look his way, “You did it! You won a fight!” Steve looked to the floor and you saw the faint smile pulling his lips, “Jeez…”

“Please don’t do that again,” You couldn’t help the whisper. Steve’s brows furrowed at your words, “Well if I didn’t…” You stopped him with your hands on his cheeks, “No, I- I know. I just… I don’t want you getting hurt.” Thumb swiping over the apple of his cheek. His eyes and body melted just a touch, but now wasn’t the time to let his guard down. He only kissed your forehead and a reassuring smile before focusing back on the task at hand.

“You want to walk all the way back?” Erica’s loud shout made you step away from Steve reluctantly.

She and Dustin held a stand-off. “Well, we can hang out for a little bit, relax, have a picnic maybe.” And you can hear where Steve’s developing more of his sarcasm. Erica countered, “Have a picnic? We came here for a radio.”

“This plan is way better. If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would’ve been our plan in the first place.”

“Steve is not fighting anymore Russians.” You stopped Dustin from potentially putting Steve in any harm. He just rolled his eyes and Erica scoffed, you were getting so tired of these kids and their growing attitude.

“Look I’m just saying-” “Guys.”

Robin’s voice stopped whatever Dustin was gonna say. She stood in a doorway that led to some stairs going up. “There’s something up there.” Pointing a finger over her shoulder.

You were the last one up the stairs and through the door. Steve closed it slowly and quietly behind you and when you turned to the room, you felt your blood run cold.

Slow, timid steps guided you to the glass openings in the wall. You leaned in, nose almost tapping the window as your glued eyes took in the sight before you. Steve stood behind you, his back pressed close and his face over your shoulder, while Dustin was on your left.

“Holy shit.” And holy shit was right.

A room of white button-ups and lab coats, people moving about or messing with buttons and dials. A glowing white light caused your eyes to squint, its noises were faint, but the walls rumbled with power. Whatever these Russians were doing, they were powering up a giant device that was pointed at the wall. It was causing a riff to open slowly, red and orange, and without having seen it before you know where this leads.

“The Upside Down,” was all you could whisper.

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its-in-the-woods · 7 months ago

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Chapter four, Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two, three <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit 🫠

Ninety five percent written just tweaking

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

There will be canonically typical violence and eventually smut

There's lots of bl00d and g0re in this one

+18 only - MDN

Slow burn sorta kinda

Please be nice this my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂️ Like please tell me I am old and don't know things anymore.

Lucy was running, her oversized boots felt like weights on her feet. The thing was huge and unnervingly fast. Cooper yelled and ran, which made everything worse. Cooper had never run, not with her anyway. A stream of curses had come out of his mouth as the great horned beast tore after them. They had been walking through a particularly rough patch of rocky desert when Dogmeat started to bark. How they hadn’t noticed until it was almost on top of them was shocking.

They had both felt it before seeing it, the heavy footsteps of the great beast shaking the pebbles around them. Her heart had started to pound in her ears. Adrenaline spiked as she tried to keep up with Coop's long legs. Dogmeat was well ahead of them running towards what looked like a small cave.

“Get in the cave!” Cooper shouted as he slid to the side of the rocky outcrop, Turning around he leveled his shotgun at the beast firing two rounds into it.

Lucy didn’t have to look back to know they had connected, the creature's howls of rage rang over the wasteland. It would surely draw a lot of unwanted attention. She slid as she came to the entrance of the small cave grabbing her weapon and she fired off a couple of rounds. The bullets bounced off its bony skin.

“Aim for its underbelly,” Coop roared, backing up so that he was closer to her reloading faster than she could blink.

She did as she was told and hit just under its neck a stream of blood burst out as it continued to lumber towards them. Coop hit it in the groin and the thing screeched hesitating to step forward. Lucy took the chance and lobbed a grenade at it.

“Grenade” She screamed, grabbing the Ghoul by the back of his duster and dragging him down.

There was a loud bang as the grenade hit the ground and exploded raining sand, rocks, and debris over them. The creature's howls cut off as it was blown back. The two companions scrambled back upright, Lucy aiming where it should have been standing.

The creature had been split up from its midsection legs splayed out in unnatural angles as whatever passed for guts covered the sandy floor. Lucy had somehow hit the creature right between its legs and split it in two.

“Heck yah,” Lucy cried, pumping her fist in the air with a shout. She turned to see Coop slide down the wall, a bloody streak left behind. “Oh no,”

A large chunk of bone stuck into Cooper’s right side. It had passed right through the front and was poking out the back. As thick as her fist and about as long as Lucy’s arm.

“Fuck.” Coop coughed, “That hurts.”

Lucy felt her stomach drop, as the man looked back at her. His eyes unfocused and head bobbing back and forth.

“We got move, Lucy,” the Ghoul huffed, he tried to pick himself up but his right arm was hanging there like a limp noodle.

She immediately went around and helped the man up, and could feel his heart jamming away under her. This was not good.

“There-” Cooper swallowed “There will be more.”

He was leaning heavily on her. The thought of more of those monsters coming after filled her with fear. She needed to try and move them as quickly as possible.

“We can hide in the caves.” Lucy gasped out trying to steady herself under his weight.

“No. Leave me here.” He grunted, eyes rolling slightly as the pain pulsed. Blood had already started to stain his jacket.

“I am not leaving you.” Lucy gritted out and started to haul him away. He was barely moving, but he was moving.

“Fresh meat.” The man sputtered.

Lucy could hear off in the distance the howls of another one of those creatures, followed shortly by a second and third. Her heart was hammering so hard in her ears that she could barely think. Looking around frantically she saw, in the distance, what looked like a concrete building. She hitched up the Ghoul slapping his face to get him moving. They were never gonna make it.

“Bluecap,” The Ghoul growled at her, stumbling and coughing.

She opened the saddle bag ruffling through the extensive amount of meds and finding a blue capped auto dispensing needle. Pulling off the end she stabbed it directly into his thickly scared neck draining it swiftly. She felt his left hand clench as the drugs worked into his system. They began to move at a bit faster pace. The screeching seemingly moved at impossible speeds. The creatures had to be right behind them.

Light caught her attention, between her heart and breath she hadn't heard them. Off to her left she saw the faint sight of a camp.

“Fresh meat” She whispered, lowering Coop beneath an old hollow cactus. Glancing around she couldn’t see any of the creatures, yet the noise of them was close. She looked at dog meat. “Watch him.”

She grabbed the shotgun and machete kicking her heavy boots off as she took off towards the camp as quiet as a mouse.

They had camped up on a small ridge, there was little cover but Lucy had always been good at hiding. Moving quietly came second nature. Her toes burnt in the still-hot sand, but she barely noticed, one singular mission numbing any other feeling. One person stood facing towards the thundering sound of a storm moving in. Another crouched smothering out the flames of an old fire. Two others tended to the large beast attached to a wooden cart. A bag with a red cross on the front sat on the end of the cart.

Lucy crept slowly up behind the cactus, her eyes darting everywhere.

A scream exploded from the person standing watch as Dogmeat ripped into his calf tearing away at the flesh. Just as soon as she had bitten the dog was gone. All the travelers turned to stare at the man as he screamed clutching his calf.

Lucy took the opening, firing a shot at the one closest to her blowing open his hip. She pumped, reloaded, rolled, lined up, and hit the man closest to the wagon. Dogmeat flew in and latched herself onto the last traveler's face wrenching their neck around. It was chaos as Lucy darted in. She hit the man closest to her, chopping off his arm as he screamed.

A blast hit her back. She let out a yelp and slid behind the cart crawling underneath she swung her machete at the back of the other traveler’s knees. Blood spurted as she crawled back out. The man with the hip wound shot at her hitting her thighs. She turned and fired into his gut and his scream echoed into the night as he dropped the gun. Turning she cut the tack on the beast and slapped its backside it let out a long bellow as it took off into the night.

The screams would haunt her dreams but it didn't matter. Lucy grabbed the red cross bag, the clicking of glass reassuring her it would hopefully have what she needed. Needing to move quickly she ignored the men begging her to end their lives as she ran back to Cooper.

Cooper had slumped over his chest barely moving. She grabbed another blue vial and shot it into him. A croak of a gasp came out, his eyes opening barely pupils blown wide. She grabbed his good arm and helped him to his feet. He groaned as she bumped the wound. Grabbing their bags she handed the Dogmeat the cloth bag.

“Carry.” She stated and was surprised to see the dog grab it without hesitation. Looping ahead of them in easy bounds. Lucy gritted her teeth and made her body move. The bird shot in her back screaming as she held up her companion. Her suit was soaking in blood, the wound on her thigh making her vision go blurry. To add to the chaos a storm was moving and light was disappearing fast.

“Not letting your dumb self die because of me”

The walk felt like it took hours, her whole body trembling with effort to keep the heavy man upright. Once at the door, she grabbed the handle trying to turn it. It was locked. A wretched sob cried out of her throat. Lucy's head pressed against the door. Prickle of the storm tingled over her.

“Of course. Of course, it's locked.”

She dropped Cooper, his body limp against the sand. The idea of just laying down beside him darkened her thoughts. It be so easy to just lie down. Forget everything and just fade into the blackness around her. A crackle of thunder spurred her forward.

Screams in the not too far distance echoed across the valley. The beast had found ‘fresh meat’, her eyes barely making out the hulking forms as it tore into the travelers. She dug around into her bag and pulled out a nail file and bobby pin. The first couple of tries had her trembling hands breaking the nail file. Wiping snot and other fluids from her face she worked to calm herself. Even as the screams behind her turned to slurping-sucking noises.

A click. And the door opened. Lucy sobbed as Dogmeat bounced in looking back waiting for her. She chucked the bags into the dark. Crawling over she grabbed Cooper under his arms and dragged him inside. Closing and locking the door behind her.

It was completely black inside the building. Lucy fumbled for a flare, striking it to look at where they were. It looked like an old office rows of defunct dusty computers went on as far as she could see. While filing cabinets covered the wall. Several skeletons dotted the place, otherwise it was empty. Feeling somewhat safe she leaned the Ghoul against the wall. First, she needed to get the piece of shrapnel out of him. She tried to get his jacket off but it was stuck just as much as the bone lodged into him. Taking a few deep breaths she pushed him so his back was more or less turned to her.

“This gonna hurt,” she whispered into the dark. Grabbing a hold of the end of the bone she pulled back. A wet sucking sound made her stomach turn. It was hard to get a grip on the thing. Placing a foot on the Ghoul's back she grabbed it with both hands and pulled. A wet pop rang out and she tumbled onto her backside with the offending piece in her hands. She took a brief moment to celebrate which was immediately crushed by the amount of blood oozing from the hole. The flare flickered and she lit another, grabbing the meds out of the bag. Removing his duster vest and shirt so she could get a look at the large hole that passed right through him. She grabbed stim-packs, the blue-capped meds, and another vial she recognized as med-x. Flicking the caps off she jabbed all three near the hole. She was just grateful his thick skin didn't break the needles.

She counted out loud, “One, two, three, four,-”

Ten seconds later, tears were flowing again. She took off her poncho balling it up to press against the wound, trying to stem the flow of ooze leaking out.

“You're not dying on me.” She yelled at him grabbing a stimpack and two more vials she jabbed them in, counting down. But nothing, the hole was just as big and bleeding.

She rests his head against her chest quiet sobs leaving from her chapped lips. Her hands rubbed over his chest desperately hoping for a heartbeat. Ghouls were supposed to be hard to kill. Unless you took their head off they should heal. But here he was. Her Ghoul, still dripping blood. She rests her head against the concrete wall. Defeat made her eyelids heavy, everything smelt like the sour smell of blood. The pulsing pain of her wounds made it hard to even move.

What was she going to do now? She was alone. No one was coming to save her. She looked over at her revolver, one shot at the temples and this nightmare would be gone. Lucy was so tired. So tired and so alone. Dogmeat came over and lay beside her whining and licking at her hand.

Chapter five

I am not sorry for the cliffhanger.. I promise it be worth it!

Yes I made up some meds, I know they are not canon behave thyself

promise the next chapter will be out tomorrow!

#cooper howard x lucy maclean #cooper x lucy #fallout #fanfic #ghoulcy #the ghoul #fallout series #fallout fandom #vaultghoul

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kasha-formerlydrabbletastic · 2 months ago

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Seven

Sheriff Hassan x Reader (Midnight Mass)

Summary: Hassan comes home to a saucy surprise.

Word count: 1,837

Warnings: MATURE 18+. Masturbation. Cockwarming and edging mix? I suppose? P in V. Creampie. Unprotected diddling (always use protection).

It wasn't the first thing that Hassan expected to see when he walked through the door, but he'd be remiss to say he wasn't completely entranced from the moment he laid eyes on you, dropping his keys to the floor with a loud jingle. Given how his day had gone - too slow at first, then too much by the time he had to break up yet another public bout of bickering between Bev Keane and another beleaguered citizen of Crockett - he would say that not only was it a surprise, but an absolute goddamn gift to the grumpy sheriff.

His gaze shifts from the sly expression on your pretty face to the generously bare skin of your body; tits uncovered, nipples hard in the slight draft of the house, the soft swath of skin that is your tummy leading down to the thatch of hair that adorns your mouthwatering cunt, to the legs he's traveled up and down countless times with his soft lips. The only thing you wear is your confidence, bordering on arrogance as you step toward the living room, beckoning him forward with a crook of your pointer finger.

"Come on, big boy," you say, turning around.

Hassan can't help himself, staring at your plush backside for a moment before shedding his coat, dropping it on the floor as he follows your direction. The pressure in his groin builds as he watches your hips sway, each of your cheeks jiggling so perfectly with every step you take.

You stop before the couch, curling your fist into the front of his denim button-down.

"Strip," you demand.

Who is he to deny you? Especially when you greeted him at the door like that. At once, his fingers fumble at the top buttons, pulling the shirt off entirely without bothering with the rest. The white t-shirt he wears beneath it goes too, baring his hairy, heaving chest. With how his heart pounds, he's surprised he can't see it banging against his ribs in a bid for freedom. Then, like he couldn't do it quickly enough, he rips open his belt buckle, his jeans' button flying off into the middle of the room somewhere before his fly releases. He kicks off his shoes before nearly jumping out of his pants. It's barely a relief on his throbbing cock, that has the room to breath now, but only fills with that much more arousal instead.

"Sit," you instruct, pointing at the couch.

Hassan doesn't give it a second thought as he plants himself onto the cushion, awaiting your next instruction with obedience. His hand curls around his thick erection, pumping up and down until a bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip. At this rate, he's almost terrified that he'll come like a virgin teenager the moment he gets himself inside you.

"Hands off," you say, swatting his hand away.

"But-" he begins, the first word he's uttered since he got home, but you cut him off, wrapping your hand around his cock instead.

You lower yourself, one leg on either side of his lap; you nestle his cock between your soaking lips, gently grinding up and down along its underside.

"You don't get to come yet," you say, lips so close to his he can practically taste them. "You understand?"

Hassan nods, his brow furrowed in an even mix of frustration and ecstasy.

"Good," you murmur, finally pressing your lips against his.

He gasps into your mouth the moment you notch him into your heat, slowly swallowing every inch of his cock into your cunt. You settle on his lap, breasts lifting with a deep, even breath as you adjust around him.

"I want you to watch me," you tell him, darting your tongue over his lips before leaning back.

Your one hand steadies your body, grabbing hold of Hassan's knee, as your other finds its way down between your legs, fingers gliding over your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh, your eyes fixing on his.

He can feel the pressure you apply to yourself from inside you, as he hopes and prays that you lose yourself enough to start grinding your hips. His desperation for movement grows the longer he stares, the longer he watches your tits gently bounce with your quickening breaths.

Still, you don't move your hips. You only quicken the pace on your clit, deepening the pressure. The sounds that spill past your lips are a true indication, as he well knows, of how close you are to your climax. And, he assumes, the closer you are to yours, the closer he is to his own.

"Fuck!" you shout seconds later as the silky walls of your pussy grip his cock, pulsating around him in an orgasm.

You slow down for a moment as he sits forward.

"Now," he states, grabbing your waist, intent on moving you up and down his needy erection, but you stop him.

"Hands off, I said," you tell him firmly, placing his hands down beside him. You pull back with a smile. "I want you to pick a number between one and ten, Hassan."

He looks at you, confused, as he says, "Seven?"

"Good. That's how many orgasms I need before you can come."

"No, no, no, no," he says. "I change my answer to one."

"Too late," you laugh, pushing him back by his shoulder until he's settled against the couch again. "Just watch, baby. Enjoy. Six more to go."

He knows it won't take long, but with his aching cock nestled inside you it's difficult to remember that. All he can think about is how you're using him, how your pretty pretty cunt hugs him tight.

You reach down though and begin your pleasure again.

He tries to breathe through it, to manage himself better as you play with your clit, but the closer you get to your second climax, the more he thinks about how you look just like that for him when he fucks you on his desk at the general store. He's almost whimpering by the time you come again.

Leading up to the third, your legs begin to tremble, and all he can think about is how you tremble for his mouth when he eats you out on this very couch. The thought of you wrapping your legs around his head tingles through his body and into his cock.

The moans spill from your mouth on your way to the fourth, unbridled and claiming all the airspace around the two of you. He's certain anyone could hear you as they walked by, and he's even more certain that that very fact only helps you get off.

He's reminded of the time on the ferry to the mainland as you build up to the fifth. The way you found a little tucked away spot where no one could see as he fucked you over the railing. Just remembering the way his cum soaked you panties all the way back to the island that day makes him yearn to see it pouring out of you now.

By the sixth, you're getting sloppier, sweat dripping down your supple skin. He looks down to where your bodies join, gritting his teeth at the sight of your arousal shining over the hairy base of his cock. He's certain, at this point, that he won't ever get a thrust in by the time he comes, anyway, almost resigning himself to the role of fuck-toy as your pussy grips him once more.

"Oh, fuck!" you nearly shout, your hand gripping his leg. "Fuck, Hassan. I - oh, god. Fucking hell."

Your body begins to go limp, and you slump forward against Hassan's broad chest, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"What are you doing, baby?" he says, a small bit of panic licking at his insides as he wraps his arms around you.

"I can't," you claim, your body shaking in his hold. "I can't do it."

He cradles your face in his hand, bringing it close to his before kissing you.

"Yes, you can," he insists.

"No," you whimper.

"Yes," he counters. "You remember our record?"

"Fourteen," you laugh. "You just want to show off about it now."

"Exactly," he laughs back. "You could take fourteen. This is just half that. Now, put those fingers on that pretty little clit, and give me one more."

You laugh, tightening around him and not helping the possible premature blowing of his load, but you do as he says; you press your fingers to your clit, your legs twitching with every pass. He keeps a hold on your face, gazing into your eyes.

"Go on, then," he says, "that's my baby. Come around this cock one more time."

"Ah, Hassan," you moan.

"That's it. That's right. One more and then I'm gonna fuck you hard. You have no idea what you've been doing to me all this time, baby. No idea how much I wanna fill you up with cum. God, I need to fuck you."

"Say it again," you implore, squirming on his lap.

"I need," he says slowly, staring into your eyes as if stripping your soul bare, "to fuck you. I need to come inside this pussy, I need to fill you up."

Your hand quickens, and Hassan can practically feel it; your cunt tightens up, like a spring waiting to be released, as your sordid whines rent the air. You're so close, so close...

"Come for me," he demands quietly, and you do; he gasps as your pussy bursts around him, your slick soaking his cock as you gasp.

Not a second later does Hassan have his arms around you, flipping you onto your back as he takes a knee on the side of the couch. His hands press your hips into the cushions as his hips enter into a rhythm seven orgasms in the making. He's using your body the same way you used his, seeking out his relief by pounding into you, desperate for his own release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he mutters way too quickly.

It's one, two, three more thrusts before he stills, his cock pumping his spend into you as he groans.

He lowers himself down, scooping you into his arms as he flips you one more time; he lays on his back, cock still sheathed in your warmth, as you lay on his stomach.

The moments that follow are silent as he gently strokes your arm, kissing the top of your head as you nestle once more against his chest.

"Baby?" he hears you say.

"Yeah?" he answers.

"That was hot," you giggle. "We should do that more often.

Hassan laughs, too. "Oh, if you tease me like that again, I swear, I'm out the door."

"You would never."

"Try me," he smiles, holding you just a smidge tighter. "That was evil."

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."

Hassan pretends to think on it for a moment, an exaggerated "hmmm" vibrating through his chest.

"I mean... you're not wrong."

#sheriff hassan #sheriff hassan x reader #sheriff hassan smut #midnight mass

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neteyamsullysgf · 1 year ago

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Matched up.

Neteyam x Metkayina fem reader

warnings- arranged marriage (sort of forced at first), parents yelling at reader, mention of war violence and death.

After the war on the Metkayinan ocean the sky people where all dead that attacked us. I turned 18 a few weeks after the battle. But war is not over and tensions are high against the sully family. My people (the Metkayinan people) are constantly arguing about the sully family. If they are responsible for the war, if they should stay or leave. So my mother and the sully parents offered me two options.

“Y/n!” My mother Ronal calls as I am walking on the cool sand as eclipse starts. “Yes?” I ask confused as I walk towards her in the family hut to see my father Tonowari and Jake and Neytiri. I walk in slowly confused because the last thing my mother would do is spend time with the sully family especially since the hate and racism against the sully family. “yes mother?” I ask looking down at the floor of my family’s hut. “Y/n L/n… I see you” Jake and Neytiri say in sink. “I see you too” I say as I bow down as I look at Jake and Neytiri. “My daughter… listen to my words” tonowari says. I am still confused but I nod my head. “We cannot have our own people fighting with the sully family when the sky people are hunting us down.” My father says slowly looking at my reactions. “I agree but why am I here?” I ask looking at my mother as well. “we prepose you and Jake and Neytiris oldest son…” Ronal says as she reads the room.

“wh- what?” I ask stuttering through my words in shock. Neytiri looks at my parents in disbelief and disgust with her eyebrows pushed together in anger. “he will do it for the tribe” Jake says strongly as Neytiri whips her head to look at Jake. Neytiri grabs jakes arm as she says “ma Jake… this is up to neteyam and y/n”. “It’s for the clans Neytiri.” Jake says clenching his jaw. Neytiri sighs as she walks out of my family’s hut. “I’m sorry for my matés behavior” Jake says looking at my parents. My father just nods his head slowly in forgiveness,

“Y/n just think about it” my father says to me as I stare into his eyes as my eyes water. I nodd my head as I walk into my room shared with Amoung. Surprisingly he’s home and not terrorizing the “weird kids”. Amoung look up at me to see me crying. “what happened?” Amoung asks as he quickly jumps up from his cot. “mom and dad set me up to mate with neteyam” I say crying hysterically. Amoungs face changes as he clenches his fists. “fucking neteyam set it up huh?” he says as he starts walking towards the exit of the hut. I grab his arm as i try to stop him. “I’ll take care of him y/n” Amoung says as he pulls his arm forward making me loss my grip on his hand. “no!” I sobbed as I see him start to run towards the sullys tent.

My father and mother look at me disappointed as jake starts jogging after Amoung. “What did you do now my daughter!” my father asks sternly. As I ignore his words as I look in his eyes for a moment as I quickly run behind Jake and Amoung pretty far ahead of me. I hear my father yell “stay back dear. For the baby.”

I see Amoung get into the sullys hut as I sprint faster to him. I start losing my breath though running and crying so hard a few minutes ago. I hear bangs and clay pots being shattered in a struggle as I make it to the hut right after Jake sully. I see Amoung on top of neteyam beating neteyam down on the hut floor. I rush over as I try to push Amoung off Amoung raise his hand up to me in a fist getting ready to punch as neteyam kicks him in the groin as amoungs hand falls down with the same of the rest of his body.

Flash backs flooding my mind as I scoot back my body still sitting on the floor as I push with my feet getting away from the violence. Memory’s of when a soldier kept me hostage with Loak and Tuk with a gun to my head. When Loaks sea brother smashes his sea body on the war boat the restraints are cut by Loak. Soldier comes up to me as she starts to draw her gun as I hit it out of her hands in the water. She pulls her knife as I do the same. She starts to attack as I quickly jump behind her as I wrap my legs around her neck as I cut her throat with one swipe. Her body starts to fall slowly as I fall off her as blood is left on my legs and hands. The first time I killed anything but an animal.

I quickly turn my head as I look over to hear “y/n! Let’s go!” Loak calls as he is about to escape the sinking ship as a gun man approaches and is getting ready to shoot as neteyam pushes Loak in the water as gun shots go off.

Neteyam was hit straight to the Chest. Not where he was actually shot on the left shoulder. Barely missing his vital organs. The ptsd changed the outcome of the flashbacks.

“Y/n… shh it’s okay. It’s just your memorys.” Neteyam says quietly as you snap back to reality as you scream frantically looking around to see jake sully and my father scolding and screaming at Amoung outside of the hut. “Look what you did to your sister and her future mate!” father yells.

The panic attack worsened after I heard the scolding. I knew Amoung didn’t mean to. He paused as he saw my face.

“no no!” I scream as I start rocking my body back and forth trying to soothe myself from the flashbacks. “shh it’s okay” neteyam says as he quickly moves his body to hold you in his arms. My breathing slows as I feel comforted by his touch. I slowly start to nudge myself closer to him. Neteyam wraps his hands over my waist as he pulls me into his lap. I follow his direction as I sit the closest possible to him. I bring my head to rest in the crook of his neck.

My breath starts to go back to normal as neteyam glides his finger tips through my hair soothing me. My body pressed against his as I feel his heart beat pounding. “did you get a flash back too?” I whisper to neteyam still with my head down on his neck with tears every once and awhile falling onto his chest. “no” Neteyam whispers back as he runs his fingers through my lose curly hair. “what happened then.” I ask quietly as I put my hand over his chest. “your heart is fast neteyam” I whisper as I pull my head out of the crook of his neck. We look at each other as his hand reaches up to my face as he holds my face as he whips away my tears from my cheeks. “I was scared for you y/n” neteyam says as one of his own tears runs down his face. “no don’t. Don’t cry” I say as a tear slips down my face as I smile slightly.

“can I um. Can I tell you something y/n” neteyam asks in a whisper. “yea of course neteyam” I say as I whip away his tear. “iv liked you ever since you healed and took care of me for weeks after I was shot y/n” neteyam says as he search’s my eyes for an answer. I see the anxiety in his eyes as he begins to talk faster as he struggles through his words. “I didn’t want to set up the mating y/n. I just want you for you. Not for the clans.” Neteyam says out of breath. “Do- do you feel the same for me?” He asks anxiously.

I bring my arm to where neteyam was shot his left shoulder. I rub my thumb slowly aross the scarred gun shot. “of course. I want to be yours. I don’t think I’ve ever released how much I love you till now neteyam.” I say with a smile as neteyam wraps his hands around my waist as he brings me even closer to his body as our lips meet. He kisses me softly and lovingly. Not like the boys who just wanted to mate with me for the status of being the next leader. We brake the kiss in the need for air as we gulp for air as i kiss his scar over and over. “my memory’s where about when you where shot. But this time you where shot in the heart neteyam” I say in between kisses. “shh it’s okay. I’m here, I’m never leaving you y/n”

A/N: First EVER post. Hopefully you guys like it and hopefully someone actually sees this. also let me know if I forgot any warnings and feel free to send recommendations for stories or writing or whatever!

#neteyam #neteyam fluff #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar neteyam

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delaber · 2 years ago

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The Massage (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Despite the ache in his thigh, Bucky has been avoiding the new massage therapist for quite some time now.

Note: Okay, so due to an unnecessarily hot gif (and I mean unnecessarily hot), the original post with this story was unfortunately put in tumblr jail last night. This is a repost of that story. Please help me by spreading this fic even if you've already reblogged the original. I'd appreciate it immensely ❤️

Warnings: Smut, smut, and purely smut - with a plot! Pining, teasing, edging, Bucky is highly stimulated from his massage. Slight age kink and with a fluffy ending.

Words: 6.1K

For five months, Bucky has avoided coming here like the plague. He has made up excuses, hid in his bedroom, tried ordering all sorts of remedies online, and has even resorted to massaging the aching thigh himself, but of course Sam - the rat - had eventually had enough of his moaning and complaining, and had told on Bucky first chance he got.

Bucky knows that his annoyance towards Sam is uncalled for - that his thigh has become a nuisance, a reliability that is keeping him from performing as well in the field as he used to, but even though he has long since realised that the strain in the muscle will feel a lot better after just a few rounds of professional massage, he's still been praying every night for it to go away on its own just to avoid finding himself in exactly the situation he's in now: visiting the in-house massage therapist who also happens to have his heart beating a little faster every time she smiles at him. You.

He knows there's no way out, that he eventually has to knock on the door in front of him and step inside your office, but his heart is racing like crazy in his chest and the jump from the window right next to him might not result in a particularly comfortable landing but it will definitely be more comfortable than the hell he surely will release upon himself when he feels your touch. It's a professional setting and the things he wants to do to you are fucking far from professional! He shouldn't even be having these thoughts; you're friends - colleagues even - and he's so much older than you. It's... creepy.

"It's just an hour, it's just an hour," he closes his eyes and breathes hard, hopes it's enough to calm himself down and forget about all the wonderful self-relief sessions he's had with you painted on the back of his eyelids. "- you can behave yourself for one hour..." he sighs and reluctantly releases the tense muscles of his right arm so the closed fist falls forwards and hits the door in front of him with a bang much louder than intended.

For a second, everything goes quiet.

He hopes it's because you have forgotten all about the appointment Sam fixed between you a few days prior, but then he hears shuffling on the other side of the wall, and it doesn't take long before the door with your name written on it swings open and reveals your bright smile that immediately warms up his abdomen.

"Bucky!" you exclaim happily and make room for him in the doorway, "come on in!"

"Thanks..." he mumbles more grumpily than intended and steps inside the dimly lit room that smells like flowers, warm citrus and that massage oil that has made your fingers more softer-looking than anything he's ever set his eyes on before. It's a setup for failure.

"I'm so happy you're here! I was wondering when you'd finally stop by," you chirp happily from behind him and even though he can hear the question in your voice, he's not about to answer why he hasn't sought your help sooner. "Sam tells me you pulled a muscle in your groin a couple of months back."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and avoids looking you directly in the eye, "it's no big deal, it'll heal..."

"I kinda figured you'd say something like that," you happily tilt your head to the side and search his face, "why don't you strip down to your underwear and I'll take a look at what I can do to help you."

Oh doll, you can do so much to help me! He clears his throat and bites back the unwelcome thought as he quickly pulls off his shirt and jeans.

"Okay, so tell me," you smile at him when he sits down on the massage bed and spreads his legs out to the sides so you have easier access to the affected area. "- exactly where is the pain located?"

Ready to get this whole ordeal done and over with, he quickly points to the area on his inner thigh that feels as if someone's plunging a knife deep into the tissue every time he takes a step forwards. "Right here - but it's really not a big deal. You don't have to do this."

"It's my job," you chuckle sweetly before you direct your gaze down to the area surrounding his groin.

Immediately, Bucky can feel his face grow hot as your beautiful eyes visually inspect the skin right below the hem of his boxer shorts, and he has to keep himself from instinctively closing his legs shut in silent embarrassment.

"Hmm, you do look a bit tense..." you scrunch up your nose in concentration and the warmth in his stomach deepens. You're way too cute for your own good. " - I think I'd like to start off by loosing up the muscles around your hipbone. Could you turn around and lie down on your stomach please?" you ask and look up into his eyes with a cute little gaze. He's never had you this up close before and it's definitely doing something bad to him.

"Yep," he croaks and immediately turns around so his burning face meets the hole in the mattress below him.

He can hear you squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil from a tube next to the bed and you heat it up by rubbing it between your hands while he with closed fists and hypervigilant senses braces himself for the inevitable touch.

"Alright, Barnes. I'm gonna start touching you gently now," you say in a soft, professional tone and he cannot help but squeeze his eyes shut. "- don't worry, it'll feel good."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and desperately focuses on his jumping nerves to try and get them under control. Your words of comfort are not exactly reassuring when 'feeling good' is exactly what he's worried about...

"Here we go," you conclude in a quiet sing-song voice right before you gently put your hands on his upper thigh and start running your fingers over the tight bundle of painful muscles. It hurts at first but after just a few seconds of your fingers on his skin, he can feel the tightness slowly disappearing.

Professionally, you massage the aching tissue deeper and deeper, and Bucky feels how his jaw slowly eases up in time with the tension of his thigh. Your fingers are dancing over his lower half, squeezing the tight muscles and caressing his skin, and it doesn't take long before your warm fingers and the citrus in the air send his protective parades crumbling. Suddenly, his thigh doesn't really hurt anymore and he's so relaxed that he let's go of the tension in his shoulders too and his eyes automatically close shut without warning. A slow song is playing soothingly from somewhere in the room and while your fingers are working magic on his tissue, he feels himself disappear into it.

Your hands are slowly moving from the middle of his leg to the area right underneath the hem of his boxers, and your oily fingers suddenly slip down to his inner thigh where they warmly start kneading the skin.

You move his leg a little out to the side and briefly press in on a point near his crotch that has him soaring! Sweetheart, it feels so good, he almost groans and melts into the mattress when he suddenly feels a stray finger touch an even more sensitive area on his already burning skin. Ah fuck! He has to stop himself from whimpering as your warm palms soothe his sore muscles while the soft pad from your stray finger gently rubs and touches the sensitive spot on his gracilis muscle right where it attaches to the back of his pelvis. Shit, he feels amazing! He just wants your soft, oily hands to stay on him forever! Just wants them to rub and tug and slip further and further down between his thighs until they eventually slip inside his boxers and feel the warm, pulsing area where he really wants your touch! And if he's lucky, you might just ask him to flip around onto his back so you can climb on top of him in your cute little uniform and pull back the skin at the tip of his cock with your hands. Or your mouth. Or your glistening, tight, wet pussy. Fuck!

He hisses.

Involuntarily, and because he's so relaxed, he's accidentally managed to excite himself a little too much and now there's nothing he can do to stop it! He wants to - but oh God he can't! So when he feels the blood rush from his stomach and down to the only region he does not want it right now, he can only lie there and panic in silence.

He feels himself grow hard in time with his blurring vision and he wants to tell you to stop your motions, to let go of him and leave the room pronto, but how the hell is he supposed to do that without giving himself and his treacherous dick away? You can never know the effect you have on him! You're so sweet, and so young and innocent, and he's almost fucking forty! Fuck, he's sweating like crazy!

Blissfully unaware of the inner battle going on inside Bucky's head, you keep massaging his thigh heavenly, and even though he tries so hard to think of something else - anything else! - he can only think of the soft touch you're providing... Your hands are so warm and so oily and he's growing harder and harder by the second while your innocent fingers dance only mere inches away from his not so innocent erection.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

"Barnes, are you okay?" You ask him gently and slow down your movements so your hands almost come to a halt when you feel him tensing up, "- do you want me to ease up a little?"

"No, no, it's fine," he breathes and feels a fresh surge of blood streaming down to his crotch when your fingers stroke his thigh affectionately to get him to relax. As long as he stays on his front, it shouldn't be an issue. He has time to make the raging boner go away before you ask him to turn around.

"Okay, good. Let me know if you need a break," you hum and touch him gently while he thinks of baseball, of cold cups of coffee and stale crackers, of Sam's oldie slippers and the stain on the floor below him - anything to try and control the relentless erection that is pulsing and screaming and begging to be touched!

But no matter how hard he tries, his erection won't calm down. Not when you're touching him so sweetly.

"Alright Barnes," you say after a few of his panicked minutes and slowly take a step backwards. "Could you turn around for me please?"

Fuck...

He opens his eyes and fixates his gaze on the stain below him as his face heats up. "T-turn around?" he gulps and feels how his entire body suddenly seems to be impatiently pulsing along with the prominent erection.

"Yeah, I'd like to take a look at your groin now that we've loosened your muscles up a bit."

Jesus fucking Christ, he's sweating balls! How's he ever going to recover from this?

"You know what? It already feels better thanks!" he tries and hopes he sounds convincing and not too panicked.

"Yes, well you've been lying down for twenty minutes," you chuckle, "- it'll come back as soon as you start moving, trust me."

"I can always come back tomorrow if it acts up again."

"We both know you won't..."

"No, I promise. It already feels so much better!"

"Barnes, what's wrong?"

Fuck, there's truly no way out...

"Sweetheart," he clenches his eyes shut and prepares himself for your terrible reaction to what he's about to confess, "I have a bit of a - uh - a... problem..."

"A problem? What kind of problem?" you sound concerned, and if it hadn't been for the horrible situation he's in, his chest would've probably swelled with pride that you care for him.

"It's a - uhm, shit - it's a... guy's problem."

"Oh?" You become quiet for half a second and he can practically hear how the gears in your head turn until the penny suddenly drops. "Oh!" you let go of him as if you've been scorched by fire and he suddenly feels so much worse. Poor woman.

"Yep," his voice is thick and awkward, and he wishes he had jumped out the window when he still had the chance. Now he's gonna scare you away for good and it's all Sam's fault!

"Hey - hey, it's okay," you reassure him softly and put a hand down between his shoulder blades when his entire body goes rigid with shame. "Barnes, it's a perfectly normal reaction to a massage in that area! Please don't feel embarrassed about it - you're not the first client in here who's been experiencing a problem. Sometimes it just happens."

He feels a weird pang of jealousy when he thinks about how your sweet, innocent hands have made some of his male friends at the compound as raging horny as he is right now. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that it doesn't have anything to do with the massage itself and everything to do with the person who's giving it.

"Come on, just turn around for me, okay? I won't hold it against you. I know it's nothing personal."

But it is, he thinks to himself before he with a tight-lipped smile and clenched jaw turns around on the massage table. He knows you well enough to know that you won't let him go before you've looked at his thigh.

He gulps when he sees how tightly his boxers are draped over his hips and the massive erection is standing like a fucking pole vaulter in the air between you. "Jesus fuck, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," you smile professionally while looking anywhere than directly at his embarrassing vulnerability. "Maybe it's better if you sit?"

"Yeah, yeah maybe," he sighs in defeat and swings his legs over the side of the mattress as he pathetically tries to readjust himself so the erection tucked inside his grey boxers does not look as prominent as it did while lying down.

"You good?" you ask when he stops shuffling and he quickly nods in return. "Good - you wanna continue?"

Not really. "Yeah, whatever."

"Alright," you step over to him and professionally fix your gaze on his thigh, "could you spread your legs apart a little?"

"Sure," he does as he's told while clearing his throat, pretty sure that his entire face is currently a mixture between plum- and beet-coloured.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay?" you smile reassuringly and slowly reach your hands forwards.

"Mm-hmm," he clenches his jaw shut to avoid involuntary sounds when your small fingers finally touch his thigh again and you quickly resume your massage with a professional expression slapped across your face.

Carefully, you move the hem of his boxers a little upwards and squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil into the palm of your hand before you make the mistake of looking him deep in the eye as your fingers find his skin again. The look you're sending him is giving him goosebumps and you gulp and briefly look away when he involuntarily hisses at the touch.

"Barnes, you - uh - you want a towel or something?" You ask and he can practically hear the discomfort in your voice.

More embarrassed than he's ever been, he looks down at himself and notices how the entire front of his boxers is now soaked in pre-cum. "Oh god!" He instinctively pulls his hand over to cover up the huge wet stain and feels how his ears grow impossibly warm. "Fuck, I am so, so sorry."

"It's okay," you hand him a small white towel to cover himself with.

"God, I'm so fucking embarrassed," he drops the cloth down into his groin and wishes he could disappear down into the mattress instead of facing this absolute hellish nightmare! "You must think I'm such a creep..."

"No it's alright," you smile sheepishly and start working on his thigh again, clearly feigning a professional attitude.

He sighs. He cannot believe he's doing this to you.

"Barnes don't worry, okay? I know you're a nice guy."

"Still..." he clenches his eyes shut as your small fingers find one of the sensitive spots on his inner thigh underneath the hem of his boxers and has to lock his jaw to avoid giving out a groan.

He can hear how you chuckle lightly from behind the stars that are blinking on the back of his eyelids.

"I'm glad you're amused."

"Sorry, sorry," you snigger softly, "I've just never seen you this discomposed before. I'll be quick so we can get you back to your room to take care of it," you joke to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, thanks," he gulps and feels how yet another drop of precum leaves his leaking head when you press in on the spot again. He's so turned on he can feel his nostrils dilating, his thighs shaking, and he just wants to fucking reach inside his underwear and fuck his fist until he comes! God, this is so much worse than anything he could've ever imagined! He's going to kill Sam for this!

"Wow, you're really having a hard time," you smile a little to yourself as you steal a glance up at his pained expression.

"Give me a break, sweetheart," he groans with eyes snapped shut in embarrassment, "Your lubed-up hands are basically on my crotch and let's be honest," he gulps and slowly opens his eyes again, "- you're not exactly displeasing to look at."

Your eyes widen slightly at his confession before a proud smile tugs the corners of your mouth upwards. "What Barnes?" you chuckle proudly to yourself, "- you like the way I look?"

"Come on, don't pretend you don't notice half the guys here staring at you."

"Okay you got me there," you laugh sweetly and direct your attention back to your steady working hands, "I have noticed a few stray glances here and there - I just haven't noticed any from you, so yeah, I'm a bit surprised."

"Well, you can take this as confirmation that I like looking at you too," he awkwardly points to the throbbing erection between you. He figures it's better to discuss the elephant in the room instead of ignoring it. Maybe you can have a laugh about it later...

God, he hopes so.

"Hey, come on," you tilt your head to the side when you see his pained expression, "stop beating yourself up. It's a relaxed atmosphere in here and with the aromas and the music, I understand that some guys let go. It's completely normal."

"No, sweetheart, it's not," he sighs. "I don't know. At least not for me."

"It's not?" You chuckle while still working on his thigh.

"This has never happened before, I swear."

"So the fear of getting an accidental erection isn't the reason why you've avoided coming here?"

"No, sweetheart," he sighs and adjusts himself on the mattress, "it's not."

"So -" you bite your lower lip and fix your gaze on an undefined spot on his thigh to avoid his eye. "- if I understand you correctly; what you're basically saying is that you're hard because of, well, me?"

"Yep," he sucks in a breath of air when he feels your movements still and he braces himself for the angry rejection before he looks over at you. You're staring at him wide-eyed and doe-like with your mouth hanging a little open, not sure how to respond to his confession.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, "you must think I'm a total asshole..."

"No, no, no, not at all..." you shake your head and clear your throat while sending him a nervous glance. "I think you're quite cute, actually..."

His mind goes completely blank. He's been called many things in his life, but never that.

"...cute?"

"Yeah," you nod quietly. "I - uhm - I guess I've been having this teensy tiny crush on you so - uhm - yeah," you smile, all flustered, "- you know."

"You have a crush on me?"

"Yeah," you scrunch up your nose and lick your lips. "I mean... look at you," you gesture to nothing in particular, and he can feel his chest go all warm with pride as you look him over.

"So you're not freaked out?"

"No, no not at all," you admit with a shake of your head. "You've been driving me up the wall for ages, you know."

"I - I have?"

"Yeah..." you nod, "I've actually been hoping you'd stop by here so I'd have an excuse to, you know, touch you," you admit and now it's your turn to look embarrassed. "It's wildly unprofessional, I know."

"No, no you're good. You're being very professional about... this," he nods while pointing to his crotch. "I swear, if I wasn't so insanely attracted to you, I wouldn't be so... bothered."

"Yeah, you do look a bit flushed," you give him a crooked smile.

"I know..."

"So..." you bite your lower lip again and move in close enough for him to hear your heartbeat, to suddenly smell that you're aroused too and it's driving him absolutely insane! "...I have a crush on you," you stroke his thigh affectionately, "- and you have a crush on me."

He nods and scoots a little closer to you, careful not to scare your hand away from its close proximity to his crotch. "What are we gonna do about that?" he pants and puts a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and hoping to dear God that you'll let him kiss you.

"I don't know," you whisper and lean in close, stopping with your lips mere inches from his and with huge doe eyes staring straight at him.

"My god," he groans and runs his thumb over your cheek again, "you are beautiful," he whispers and slowly moves his face until his lips finally come into contact with yours.

The kiss starts off slowly. Bucky is careful not to pressure you into anything and simply just concentrates on the feeling of your impossibly soft lips on top of his. It's pillowy and wet, sensual and sexy and he's strung along, never wanting to let go of you.

"Peach," he whispers when your mouth strays away from his and starts moving down his jaw and throat. "Peach, you don't have to do this. Please don't feel pressured into anything just because I'm excited okay?"

"I'm excited too," you whisper and carefully place your hand on the tight bulge at the apex of his thighs so a bolt of lightening shocks through him. "- my excitement is just not as visible as yours," you place a wet kiss on top of his jugular. "You don't have to go back to your room to take care of this, you know," you bite back a smile as you stroke over his tight balls so his Adam's apple bounces uncomfortably in his throat.

"Sweetheart," he pants, not sure if this is really happening or if the sudden rush of blood to his crotch has him imagining things.

"I can help you..." you say quietly and move your palm over him so he gives out an involuntary groan.

"Doll," he sucks in some air and stutters his hips upwards, silently begging for more.

You understand his cue, and you lean in close so you can lick the shell of his ear as your fingers find their way underneath his waistband. As soon as your oily fingers come into contact with his burning skin, he can no longer hold back the moan that's been sitting on the edge of his throat for a good half hour now and he once again stutters his hips upwards when you close your fist around him and start stroking him slowly.

"Sweetheart," he groans against your skin and you give out a noticeable shudder when his hands snake under your shirt so he can caress the soft skin of your stomach. "Oh my God!" he whines and runs his nails over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You like this?" you whisper and tug his earlobe between your teeth.

"Fuck yes! I've been thinking about touching you since the first time I saw you."

"Yeah?" You pant against him and reach down to cup his balls with one hand while the other continuously strokes up and down his veiny shaft. "Been thinking of me all wet and naked for you?"

"Fuck," he whimpers and finds your pebbled nipples underneath your shirt and roll them between his fingers. "Yes."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"Your mouth," he breathes and pinches your nipples between his fingertips, "your slutty little mouth. All wet and tight for me."

"My mouth?" you giggle against him and gently bite down on his earlobe so he gasps loudly, "want me to make your little fantasy come true?"

"Oh god, yes doll! Please," he whimpers and you immediately drop to the floor between his open thighs, sitting on your knees and strutting your ass as you grab him by the root, rubbing his cock over your cheek and lips as he whines above you.

"Is this what you wanted?" you send him a wide-eyed look while your pink tongue finally pushes past your plump lips and lick the underside of his almost purple head.

"Fuck! Yes, yes doll! Please suck me" He hisses and feels his toes buzz when your tongue slowly runs over the slit at the tip, "ah baby!" he groans and watches how you flatten your tongue and wetly licks him all over his leaking head. "Please put me in your mouth, please!"

"I like you begging," you pant and lick him from root to tip, ending the long lap by closing your lips fully around him.

"Oh god, oh fuck," he shoots his head backwards, never looking away from the angel between his legs. Spit and precum is running down the side of his shaft and he swears, he's never felt this amazing before. He's about to explode just looking at you!

"Mmh," you hum around him, sending beautiful vibrations through his cock and all the way down to his balls.

"Look at you," he groans sinfully and notices how you clench your thighs together when he reaches forwards and strokes your cheek, "such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Are you getting all wet as you suck my cock?"

"Mmh," you nod with a muffled confirmation as your plump lips slide from base to tip and back down again.

"Ah - shit doll," he hisses while completely giving himself into you as he grabs your chin and strokes you affectionately.

"Mmh, Bucky," you whisper his name so sweetly and move your face so you can lap at his balls.

He throws his head backwards as your tongue stroke over the tight skin while your hand pumps him slowly. "Jesus fuck sweetheart," he moans and puts a finger under your chin forcing you to look back up at him. "Get up here. Now!"

Excitedly, you give him a hard suck before your let go of him with a soft pop and obediently oblige his command by climbing up on the mattress next to him.

"Mmh, look at what you're doing to me," he chuckles and leans in close so he can finally taste your lips again. Immediately, your tongue is inside his mouth and it's so wet and so warm that he grows even harder even though he didn't think it possible.

His hand snakes under your shirt again and you give out a small whine when he pulls it over your head.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he pushes your breasts out of your bra and starts toying with your nipples. "It's crazy," he mumbles as he lies you down on the mattress and sucks your perky nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around the bud.

Immediately, you arch your back and give out a sinful moan that reverberates through the dimly lit room and vibrates around his tighter than ever balls.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against your skin and moves to the other nipple while his hand finds your panties underneath your white skirt. "God, you're already so wet for me," he whimpers and pushes his fingers underneath the hem of the soaked fabric so he can touch your warm skin.

"All for you," you arch your back and moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you, moving them rhythmically so they squelch and squeeze around your g-spot. You whimper and close your eyes, enjoying the sensations he's sending through your body, the tingle of warm flames that lick at the bottom of your spine.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he repeats and licks your neck, "You deserve it."

"I want you inside of me," you moan and tug at his hair, the sensation deliciously toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispers and drags his teeth over your collarbone while his fingers pulsate inside of you.

"Yes!" You whine and pull at his hair again as a particularly loud moan escapes you.

"Oh sweetheart," he groans when his fingers slide out of you to the tune of a disappointed little whimper falling from your open mouth. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up," he kisses your collarbone and looks down between your sweating bodies as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself half inside, giving himself a second to get used to the tightness that you provide. "Oh god," he whispers and pushes himself a little further inside, "fuck you're so sexy!"

"Fuck me, Bucky," you reach up and caress his chin as you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass and pushing him closer to you.

Suddenly, he's buried to the hilt. "Fuck me," he whispers and starts moving rhythmically to the sound of you squelching around him. "You are so fucking sexy!" He bites your nipples again, moving his hips slowly, sensually. "It's been so goddamn frustrating pretending that I'm not attracted to you when all I've been wanting to do is fuck you in every possible position around the compound."

"Yeah, think of what the others would say if they knew about this."

He gives out a whimper and can feel himself twitching inside of you at the thought before he starts rutting his hips faster, his hips snapping relentlessly into yours.

"You like that?" You smile naughtily and grab his ass, "you like that you're not supposed to fuck me?"

"Yes," he admits with a grunt and rolls his hips sensually, desperate for more friction.

"You like that I'm so young?" You clench tightly around him. "Wow, imagine what Sam would say! He would be so angry, you know that!"

"Fuck!" He gasps and falls forwards so his metal hand lands beside your head. He's close now, he can feel how every muscle of his body tenses up and he knows he just needs a few more snaps of his hips and he's coming - so he pulls out.

Panting relentlessly, he looks down at his throbbing dick, concentrating hard on not cumming all over the beautiful woman in front of him who's still whining and begging for his touch. "Not yet, not yet, not yet," he pants to himself and takes a deep breath before looking back at you. "Shit, you are so beautiful," he licks his lips and fixates his glance on your tiny fingers disappearing inside yourself.

Without thinking, he immediately falls to his knees on the floor beside the mattress and starts planting small, peppery kisses to the insides of your legs. You're soaking wet, moist all the way down your thighs, and he scratches his beard along the soft skin as he pushes your small fingers away, instead introducing his own digits and tongue to your swollen clit. "Mmh, baby," he mumbles against your wet skin and licks you all the way from hole to clit, giving the latter a hard suck that have you trembling above him.

You're tugging at his hair with one hand, pinching your nipples with the other as you arch your back and moan his name in time with the fingers he's thrusting in and out of you while lapping at your sex.

"Bucky, I'm so close," you whimper with eyes closed, your chest rising and falling in steady beats underneath your soaked nipples.

"Come for me," he whispers against your skin and ruts his hips into nothing while his fingers and tongue are working you expertly.

Your moans are rising in pitch and he can feel how you clench more and more around his fingers until it's so tight he's almost pushed out of you. "Bucky!" You half-moan, half-scream as you fall over the edge burying your fingers in his hair and - oh God, he's cumming too!

Without even being touched, cum is shooting out of him and pattering all over the linoleum flooring below his knees while his fingers and tongue are buried inside of you, and you pull so sweetly at his hair in desperation.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He grunts and ruts his hips into thin air as he keeps cumming even after you've released your hard grip around his hair. "Oh my god," he shoots back his head and can feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temple when he finally comes down from his high again. "Oh shit, oh fuck! Sweetheart, I - I just came all over your floor."

"It's okay," you smile blissfully and remove your fingers from his scalp, "I'll clean it up before... shit, SAM!" your sit up straight, eyes wide with horror. "Shit!" you hiss again and immediately scramble to the floor, looking at your watch and collecting your clothes from all over the room. "I have Sam coming for a massage in three minutes!"

"Not the kind of massage I just had, I hope" Bucky sniggers and quickly wipes up his cum with the towel he'd used to cover his erection.

"Don't worry, those are reserved just for you," you chuckle and pull your shirt over your head.

"I sure hope so," Bucky smiles boyishly and dresses quickly, stealing several glances over at you as you fix your makeup in the mirror in the corner. "Does - does Sam get erections when he's here?" he asks. He cannot help himself, he has to know. The thought alone has his guts squeeze uncomfortably at his insides.

"Are you kidding me? Sam sees me as a little sister, he would never!"

"Yeah, true," Bucky chuckles in relief and pulls on his shoes, "...Hey, uh, I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed this."

"Me too," you turn around and smile blissfully at him, "very much."

"You wanna - you wanna do it again?"

"Yeah," you snigger and lean your hip against the table he had you naked upon no more than a couple of minutes ago, "yeah, I wanna do this again! I think maybe fixing your thigh is gonna be a long process!"

"Yeah?" He smiles broadly at the joking expression you're wearing, "Same time tomorrow then?"

"God, yes! Can't wait," you laugh and give out a happy sigh as you cutely bite your lower lip. "Now run along before Sam comes barging in!" you chuckle, "I thought you wanted to keep this secret."

"Yeah... at least for a little while," he shrugs and feels his head go dizzy when you smile broadly at him.

"See you later, Barnes."

"See you sweetheart," he chuckles and winks at you before he's out the door.

As soon as he steps into the cold hallway, he's met by a sour looking Sam who's occupying one of the chairs outside your office, his arms crossed firmly around his chest as he angrily stares at Bucky. "How long have you been here?"

"I came ten minutes early," Sam hisses through gritted teeth and Bucky can almost see the angry fumes radiating from his friend's scalp. "- what the hell was that?"

"What?"

"Bucky, you better not be doing what I think you just did in there!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Man, what the hell is the matter with you?" Sam stands up, his angry vein already popping threateningly above his temple.

"What? You're the one who said I should go see her!"

"Yeah! For a massage!"

"I did get a massage!"

"Jesus Christ, Bucky! You're old enough to be her granddad!"

Weirdly enough, it just turns him on even more.

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moxfirefly · 3 years ago

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Welcome back! Could I suggest 28 and 1 for Raphael please?

The Raphael train arrives, there’s so many request for him and I’m starting with this one.

touching foreheads

feeling for each other in the dark

The security alarms were still blaring by the time your nerves had settled and regardless of knowing that the guys were inside, it still didn’t shake the unease.

Working in a tech company had its benefits but suddenly being targeted for probably possessing hardware that bad guys could take advantage of was definitely not one of those pros. Hence the lockdown, the blaring sirens and now the darkened office you had been barricaded inside for the last two hours. Donnie had clearly cut the power as well as the cameras so they could get inside.

Raphael was the one that had you more worried in retrospect. You could already picture the beat down he must be dishing out to these fools, but it didn’t help to know that his anger could cloud his judgment and therefore land him in a position were he was hurt or worse…

You shook your head, clutching your phone to your chest. Donnie would give you the say so soon for sure, tell you to exit through whatever intricate escape route he hatched and soon enough you could be with Raphael.

A hard thud and something metal connecting with a nearby desk startled you. The anxiety spiked, had one of the criminals found your office? It was too dark for you to try and find an object to defend yourself. Tucking your phone back into your pocket you covered your mouth for fear of making a sound. Raph had taught you some basic defense moves, don’t stick your thumb into the fist, make sure you don’t break a wrist, aim for the throat or groin. You could do this.

But what if they had a gun?

It took too much of your resolve to not whimper. The idea alone made you shudder, there was no way this could end up being your fate.

“Baby? Baby, its alright, come out” Raphael’s voice was above a whisper but it was by far the greatest sound you had heard all evening. “It’s fucking dark, I don’t wanna accidentally kick ya, come out” You heard hesitant steps and what you assumed was his shell bump into the copier machine. You crawled out from under the desk and took a shuddering breath. “Raph I can’t see shit, just hold out your hand” You had your extended, trying to feel from something hopefully resembled scales.

In the shuffle and banging you were able to grab a hand, a very large and familiar hand and before you could let every emotion crash and wash away, you felt his forehead press against your own. “Ya alright? They hurt ya? Do anything?” You shook your head while still pressed against his own to each of his questions. Raph sighed in relief, the fact that you were warm and against him, breathing and safe.

When the police scanner had picked up what was happening he had sworn his ears had failed him, the name of your company, the word ‘hostages’.

He had almost driven the truck himself to get here.

He pulled you in closer, kissing you roughly to make sure this wasn’t some dream. Just as he felt lips react against his own, the all to familiar taste of the coffee you had had just before this insanity and the scent of your perfume that led him here…

Did he allow his heart to stop beating so quickly.

#ask #akumugan #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #raphael x reader #raph x reader #tmnt Raphael #tmnt raph #Raphael #raph #writing prompts #touch prompts

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waka-chan-out · 4 years ago

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for the prompt event could you do kiyoomi and 20 (shut your mouth or i will)? please and thank you~

also congrats on 300 followers!!

300 Follower Event

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Prompt 20: “Shut your mouth or I will.”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.2k

content warning: established relationship, sakusa is a slightly injured asshole, angry flirting, brat!reader, rough oral (m. receiving), ~swallowing~, diiiiirty talk, degradation!!!, a little praise, hair pulling, dacryphilia if you squint

this prompt is so so perfect for him thank you so much for the request !!

“Omi, are you alright?”

Kiyoomi set his face back into a neutral expression.

“Of course. Just tired.”

You kept staring at him skeptically. He was always weird about things that happened in practice, especially that had to do with his body. You were not only his partner, but a trainer for his team, and he tried desperately hard not to worry you.

When he thought you weren’t looking, he readjusted on the couch, wincing.

“Kiyoomi, show me.”

“What?”

“What hurts?”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Okay. Then why don’t you show me the jump you learned in practice today?”

“I’m fine.”

You glared at him.

“You are not fine. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. He looked like an old man. He tried to mask his groan, but the strained way his body moved spoke volumes. He came to a stop in front of you and shrugged.

“What do you want me to say? I’m just a little sore today.”

“That’s not just sore, Omi. Can you do a half squat for me?”

He clenched his jaw and did as you asked.

“Does that help? I’m fine.”

You shook your head.

“Lift up your knees. One at a time.”

He lifted his right leg with no issue, but as soon as his left leg raised off the ground he winced.

“Okay. Back down.” You left him standing with a frustrated look on his face as you grabbed things from the kitchen. You returned and knelt in front of him.

“I think you pulled your groin. Not a huge deal right now, but you’ll have to rest for a few days.”

You wrapped an ice pack around his upper thigh and did your best to fix it in place with some gauze. You held out a bottle of pain killers and he snatched it from your hands.

“Omi, if you hadn’t stopped practicing when you did you could have done something much worse to this leg.”

“Well, I stopped.”

“Thank goodness you did because otherwise we might be down a spiker.”

You took hold of his leg and stretched it to the side. He hissed and jerked out of your grasp.

“I just don’t understand why you never tell me about stuff like this,” you said.

He sighed.

“I don’t have to tell you everything.”

You stopped moving him and stared up at him.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I understand how my body works.”

“I never said you didn’t. You just apparently don’t listen when it tells you something’s wrong.”

“Stop nagging me about this, alright? I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Fuck off and ruin your own career with a stupid injury, then.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

“What are you going to do about it, Kiyoomi? I’m talking to you the same way you were just talking to me.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look at him. A startledlaugh slipped from your lips. His eyes were serious, dark, and full of heat. His voice was practically a growl when he spoke.

“Shut your mouth or I will.”

You scoffed.

“Promise?”

His jaw set into a frustrated frown and he exhaled heavily. It was so easy to get a rise out of him. Even if it was mostly play, it gave you a little rush knowing you pissed him off and were going to face the consequences.

“You going to keep acting like a brat?”

“Probably. Unless you make me stop.”

His eyes were cold as he raised an eyebrow.

“Open,” he said. The command was simple, firm, and made it so easy to obey. You were sure you were still smiling with your eyes as you followed his instructions.

“Good girl,” he said. He maintained eye contact with you as he pulled down the waistband of his sweats and tugged your head forward. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock all too eagerly for how much frustration was running through your body.

He leaned his head back and groaned.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Can’t talk back when you’ve got my cock down your throat, can you?”

You let out a small hum as he guided your head, pushing a little deeper every time.

“Is this why you like being a brat? So I’ll give you what you want and use your mouth?”

He held your head down for a second and you gagged. Your eyes were watery when you looked up at him. He met the expression with a smug smile.

“God, you look good like this.” He reached down with his free hand and wiped the tears from under your eyes. “So pretty when you’re crying.”

He pulled you off of him and let you have a moment to catch your breath. You gasped in air and wiped at your mouth, then looked up at him with a small smile.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself more,” you said. The words sounded a little rough running through your used mouth.

“Why don’t I show you what my hips can still do, huh? Get back here.” You tried not to smile as you sat back up to face him. He gathered your hair in his hand. “Relax, baby. Let me use you.” He nudged you forward and you opened your mouth obediently. He pushed into your mouth, testing your boundaries by hitting as far back as he could without making you choke. Then he drew back his hips and began thrusting into your mouth.

It was messy and made such lewd noises, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Kiyoomi’s face. His eyes were drawn shut, dark bangs falling across his face with every movement. His lips were parted to let small groans and mumbled curses through.

“God, you feel fucking good.” He opened his eyes and looked down at you. With the way his brows furrowed, he must have seen some lingering disobedience on your face.

“What a brat. You still gonna be making that face when I’m coming down your throat?” He stopped moving and pushed his hips farther against your face, making you gag.

“Didn’t think so. You like this too much. Like getting put in your place. Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued, going slightly faster but not as deep. It felt like your whole face was wet, from tears and the rough way he was fucking into your mouth.

“Gonna make me come,” he groaned. “You gonna be good and swallow?” He looked down at you and let out an amused sound. “Can’t say yes like this, can you? But you want to. Want to be my good girl. Oh, fuck.” He pressed into your mouth as he came, hips twitching as his hold in your hair grew tighter. You felt him spill over your tongue and swallowed as best as you could with him still sitting comfortably in your mouth.

He let out one last ragged breath before releasing you, staggering back a step and tucking himself back into his sweats. You sank down onto your ankles and wiped your face. It was hard to catch your breath, but every inhale felt good.

You ran a hand through your hair and laughed as you glanced over at Kiyoomi. He frowned.

“What?” he snapped. You sighed.

“You knocked off your ice pack.”

He glanced down and saw the gauze settled around his ankle, then the ice pack sitting behind him. He huffed a laugh and rubbed his eyes.

“I’ll get a new one.”

You smiled to yourself as he wandered into the kitchen, happy that he finally gave in. He was too easy.

#meg’s 300 follower event :)#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #realizing after the fact that this reads a lot more like suna but WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK THAT #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi smut #kiyoomi x reader

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nerd-at-sea5 · 3 years ago

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mad max

alternate title, i read ‘runaway max’ and is experiencing feelings-

other alt title, max getting into a fight -> max going to a safe place -> safe place is not so safe -> oh fuck.

I GOT MY GENDER HCS

they/them robin and max, he/they jonathan, he/him steve, they/she el, canon everyone else

cw-abuse, suicidal ideation, blood, suicide, drug addiction, alcoholism

seriously. this is dark.

max’s back hit the doorway as they tripped backwards, trying their best to flatten themself against it as they watched-frozen, while neil slid off his belt and wrapped it around his hand.

they watched their mother’s mouth thin, stepping away into the kitchen, watched billy on the floor with a cut lip and red cheek.

it felt like all their emotions were draining out of their body as they saw the belt come down, hit after hit after hit after hit.

only when billy was shaking on the floor in a small pool of his own blood did max feel their legs again, stumbling backwards onto the floor and racing up the stairs on their hands and knees before crawling into their room and sobbing.

sobbing until they couldn’t anymore because their throat was raw and their face was red, until their pillows were soaked, until their eyes and nose were puffy.

until max felt so drained of everything, emotion, tears, will to fight back-that they just lie there, wishing for something to be poured into them, to fill them up a little bit.

that was just under two years ago.

today, nancy dropped them off with a concerned look and a warm hug before heading back to robin’s house.

today, max was home after dark, and was praying-even if they thought religion was stupid-that neil and their mother were both asleep.

they reached the second to last stair before the bedroom door opened and he stepped out.

max scrambled back down the stairs and balled their fists.

“get back up here.”

they stood, shaking ever so slightly. “no.”

“what did you say to me?”

“i-i said no. you’re not my dad.”

neil stalked down the stairs, ending right next to max and coming so close that they could smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath.

“say that again.”

ever so slowly, a little bit of rage dripped onto max.

“i said you’re not my goddamn father, neil.” saying it out loud felt like invisible forces were shoving him back-even if he didn’t move.

then it felt like slow motion, watching his fist pull back and then get bigger and bigger until max’s right cheek erupted in pain, the force sending them back into the wall as another blow came.

all control left, the rage poured into max, filling and overflowing them with red hot fire and fury.

kicking out franticly with their legs, a flashback to lucas’ knee digging into billy’s groin as max’s red sneakers slammed into neil’s, watching him fall over and yell, bounding over him and into their room-slamming the lock shut.

max dropped to their stomach, wiping blood from their eyebrow-maybe nose, maybe both-they couldn’t tell-and grabbed their backpack from under the bed, throwing in a first aid kit and skate kit, other essentials throwing it in-comics, favorite books-walkman and tapes.

they were struggling to open the window when the banging started-fear replaced anger, as if it froze in a flash, holding their skateboard like a sword, hearing the splintering of wood and their mother’s scared tone-it all made max want to curl up and die. curl up and never be seen again.

there was a crack, and neil fell through the door, screaming curses. max yelled, slammed their board into the window as it cracked and-without looking down or hesitating, jumped out.

they could feel their pants rip in the knee when they landed, knew that their arm was bleeding badly, and while wiping their now bleeding nose and eyebrow and they ran, slinging their backpack over their shoulder and skating away as fast as possible-max thanked adrenaline. thank god they didn’t feel pain yet.

robin was closest-just 4 blocks to the video store, and another 3 to robin.

almost there. almost-

“ROBIN-! ROBIN HELP!!”

max screamed, still three houses away, now running with their skateboard, pounding on robin’s front door-falling through when steve opened it, laying on their back while jonathen’s jaw dropped above them.

“holy shit.”

max closed their eyes chest heaving while the boys took in their injuries, “can i stay here for the night?”

they woke up two hours later on robin’s couch, nancy wheeler sitting next to them holding a needle, “hey i just finished, take it easy ok?”

max nodded slowly, taking note of the hushed whispers coming from robin and steve in the room over, the dull twinge in their ribs, right leg, left arm, and the right side of their face.

“thanks, nancy...”

the older girl gave max a soft smile, “how did this happen?”

max let out their breath, and nancy listened-her face a mask of calm, arm never leaving max’s shoulder.

“you’re not going back there. ever. ok?”

“thank you.” and a small smile dug it’s way up to max’s face.

and so they got the couch-dubbed theirs by robin and the little sign they put up as a joke-an attempt to make max smile.

the party came round soon enough, bursting through the door-with mike and nancy’s parents out on a date and joyce working late, robin suggested her house.

el was the first to notice, plopping themself next to max and pressing a kiss to their cheek.

lucas was second, “why is max here?”

steve rubbed the back of his neck and max swallowed dryly, “well. they...uh. because they can, it’s no biggie.”

he raised an eyebrow as will sat down and opened his book, now mike joining in, to the plummet of max’s stomach, “why? it’s not fair-robin’s house is cooler because their parents are never home, so why can’t we stay here all the time.”

they watched robin’s eye flick to their girlfriend as nancy sighed, jerking her head slightly ‘look, he’s a dick-i’m sorry.’ “max is special privileges now, ‘kay nerd?”

dustin snicked, and mike’s face turned red, now glaring at max.

“what makes you so special now?”

some part of max wished he would shup up on his own, they knew he’d never really liked them, but god could mike wheeler shut his fucking mouth for one goddamn second?

“doesn't matter.” came the reply with a shrug, standing up to the disappointed sign of eleven as her head slipped off max’s shoulder. “sorry.”

“yeah, it does matter. why are you the favorite? it’s bullshit.”

nancy groaned, “mike, lay off ok?”

he wheeled on his sister, “no! just ‘cause you hang around here all the time doesn't mean that they can-it’s just unfair. max gets special shit all the time. robin’s always giving them tapes for free-steve with ice cream, i’m sick of it! why don’t we all get it the same?”

max’s fists clenched from being the couch, what the hell gave him the right to question it?

will put his book down, and dustin put a hand on mike’s shoulder, “dude, c’mon it’s not a big deal.”

lucas shrugged, “i’m curious as well but really. leave them alone.”

mike glared at them, “go on-what makes you so special. and don’t say your brother kicking it.”

and that’s when the bucket cracked, and all of it-every last drop came spilling onto max, running into them, heating them-they heard static and saw blurry-like crying but without the water.

until they heard billy’s voice blasting in their ears. “mad max. all right, then.”

they swung at mike. hit him in the left eye and sent him down to his butt-it felt good. great even.

“i’m so fucking special huh? special that my step-dad hits me? or that every cent i get is taken so yeah, i get free stuff-stuff that steve uses from his salary to pay for, and robin too. i’m not fucking special, mike. i’m at the end of my rope. and i don’t even have enough of it left to make a proper goddamn noose if i wanted to-which, fuck-i really do want right now!”

max grabbed his collar, the sounds of everyone’s protests droned out in the static. raising their fist again, “so fuck you.”

robin’s voice cut through, “MAX.”

and they froze, not out of choice, but out of force. looking up wildly as their vision tunneled to eleven, blood slowly trickling down her face, hand extended as max was frozen in place.

their chest constricted, “lemme go!”

the other shook their head, “i can’t.”

max fought as hard as they could, willing every inch of their body to move, to change to shift-but still. nothing.

“el-please.” their voice breaking, pleading desperately-was it that everyone they loved destined to hurt them?

their father left, turned to drugs and drinks-mother only a shell of who she once was, billy with his fists and harsh words-and now.

now eleven standing in front of them, lucas’s panicked face matched with dustin as the two boys moved out of view. will next to el, hand on shoulder-maybe encouragement or disappointment max could not tell.

and will, bloody on their feet, steve and nancy with him. jonathan out of view, robin next to max-concern and worry.

“lemme go-el!”

“what happens...?”

“i don’t know!” max yelled, pain rushing through them, “i don’t-just please let go of me-i thought you actually cared about me and wouldn’t try to hurt me the moment i fuck up! please!”

the redhead watched her face falter, felt the sting of wood on their knees, watched eleven move forward-before max turned and ran to the stairs, scaling them two at a time, crawling out of robin’s bedroom window onto the roof and running to the edge, staring at the rocks below.

go, go, go, go. the mantra repeating over and over in their head, urging them to move-goddamnit jump you’ve done it a thousand times.

“MAX STOP-” was robin’s panicked and pleading voice, as max turning-already falling.

“no, no-SHIT. NANCY, STEVE-help. max.... max it’s ok just a secon-.”

dark.

#max mayfield #eleven hopper #robin buckley #steve harrington #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #elmax #ronance #stonathan #el x max #max x el #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #stranger things #gay in space writes #aven writes

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miss-smutty · 3 years ago

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Workout - Part 2

A/N- Part 2 of @swaggysposts request is here! Finally! 🥵🥵

Summary- You catch the eye of your hunky, personal trainer neighbor but you weren't quite prepared for the kind of workout he was about to give you.

Word count- 1,510

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you

Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut 👀🥵

18+ only!!

Posted: 9th June 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

Tagging you guys too @darklydeliciousdesires @skyfullofsong123

Part 1

"I told you I'd make you cum in your pants didn't I?" He leans back on his heels looking proud of himself. Admiring his handiwork. Your legs relaxing, leaving you quivering on the mat in front of him.

"You're not finished yet." You say breathlessly after taking a moment to compose yourself. You give your hand to him so he can pull you up, your legs still shaky, pretending not to notice his arms bulging. Can't polish his ego too much can you?

Before you make it to the house he stops you, pulling you back by your hand and into his hard, sticky chest. Looking up at him through your lashes, his huge stature towering over you. Seeing him this close you realise how tall he really is and wide, his shoulders so thick. The muscles so prominent it makes you feel weak.

You suddenly feel shy, like you haven't just been shamelessly flirting and practically fucking right in the middle of your lawn. The manliness that oozing from him makes your shy, girly nature take over. The dominance of his aura completely outweighing yours and you wouldn't have it any other way. You're not going to fight him for it, you are quite happy for him to wear the trousers. Actually no you're not, you'd rather have him completely naked.

Chris picks you up by your ass, squeezing your cheeks playfully and plants you down on the outdoor table on your patio. Tugging at the waistband of your tight yoga pants until you get the hint and lean back on your hands. Watching him pulling down your pants an inch and realising you're wearing nothing underneath. He has to stop a minute to gather his thoughts, biting his fist, his cock twitching.

"Fuck, if I'd have known you weren't wearing underwear we wouldn't have made it this far. I'd have fucked you right there on the grass." He can't resist reaching his hands into the gap above your pants, teasing your slit with his index and middle finger while his thumb rubs expertly at your clit. No fumbling, no searching just straight to your bundle of nerves like some sort of clit master.

The animalistic nature takes over him and he pulls your pants off in one tug, almost pulling you off of the table. Your adrenaline spiking at the thrill of having those enormous hands gripping at your thighs, pulling them apart. Spreading them wide, wide enough for him to stand in-between. The swell of his cock pressing against your burning heat, soaking his shorts in your juices.

Bruise like Imprints left on your thighs from the tight grip of his restraint, when he lets go and caresses your face gently. The change in pressure making you moan into his mouth as his lips finally find yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance and winning, letting him take control of your mouth. Letting his tongue massage yours in the most delicious way possible, his teeth hanging on to your bottom lip and pulling gently. A smile appearing on his lips at the way you moan for him.

You whine when he pulls away from you, reaching out for him as he begins to kneel before you. Your hands fall by your sides, gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white as his tongue meets your slick folds. Holding your legs open by the knees as his thick tongue laps at your wetness, his thumb pulling back the hood to expose your clit to the tip of his tongue. Your body convulsing around him as he continues lapping and circling. Screaming with pleasure when his thumb increases the pressure on your swollen clit and your pussy clenches around his thick digits. Curling them upwards to find your spot, stroking it gently with the pads of his fingers until your pussy pulses with release, dripping over his fingers. Smiling hungrily, as he watches you coming undone, his fingers savagely fucking you while you ride out your orgasm. Another one building immediately, writhing with sensitivity as he continues stroking your walls, hitting your spot repeatedly. All the while staring into your eyes with lust, waiting eagerly for you cum for him again. The look in his eyes is too much, a gutteral moan leave your lips as the gripping sensation rises through you, gushing all over him once more.

"Fuck." He groans, his teeth gritted with arousal. His cock straining against the fabric of his shorts as he stands, gripping your ass in the palm of his hands and pulling you into his stomach. Lifting you from the table and back towards the house. You wrap your legs around his back, eyes blown with arousal. Desperate for more, longing to feel his thick cock stretching your walls.

Your back presses against the wall with need, all sense of restraint forgotten as his hands explore your body. One hand gripping your ass as the other tugs at your sports bra, the tight fabric clinging to your skin. He grunts with frustration like a wild animal, biting at your bottom lip. Your mind is swimming with lust, coherence fading fast.

"Take it off." He demands, his forehead resting against yours, panting heavily against each other. Holding your body up while you pull the bra from your head, his eyes alighting when he see your tits bounce free. Bending his neck to take a nipple between his lip and bottom teeth, biting gently until they harden beneath him. Biting and sucking, grasping your breast in his hand, thrusting his hips into your wanting pussy.

You reach down between you, cupping your hands against his bulging cock. "Take it off." You repeat his words to him making him groan, immediately dropping your unstable legs to the floor. Pulling his shorts off with desperate need, your eyes widening when you see the girth of his long, smooth cock.

He wastes no time picking you back up again, straightening your back against the wall while he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance. Gathering your slick on his length making you writhe with need. The tip pressing against your opening, teasing. He gives you an inch, only an inch and watches your face contort as you arch your back away from the wall. Pushing yourself onto his cock, desperate for more, frowning like a brat.

Finally he gives you what you want, easing in his full length until he's balls deep. Moaning loudly at the feel of his girthy cock stretching your walls completely, moulding around his length perfectly. Then he's slamming into you with full force, your head banging against the wall with every thrust. Fingernails digging into your ass cheeks while he grips on to them tightly, holding you up, pulling you back, pushing you forward. You were like his ragdoll, the way he handled you and you were loving every minute of it. You always knew, with those muscles he'd be able to throw you around the bedroom.

You're both panting so heavily, your hands desperately clinging to his shoulders, nails breaking skin. You're almost beyond your limits of arousal, you don't think you've ever felt this amount of pleasure all at the same time. Your pussy pulsing, twitching around his cock. Your third orgasm about to erupt and Chris doesn't even look like he's even nearly ready to cum yet.

You come apart around his cock, your body languid and spent when he pulls out, admiring your juice plastered on his length before pulling you over to your kitchen table. Pressing you gently down and spreading your legs apart quickly, a look of anguish on his face, the need to cum becoming too much for him. Your body is like liquid, your muscles loose, your mind empty.

A sharp slap to the ass awakens your senses, a new found need sparking through your veins as your pussy clenches. Your clit swollen and sensitive when he spanks you again and catches it with his fingers. Desire pooling down your legs.

"Touch your toes again baby." Chris leans over and whispers into your ear gruffly. You gather up the last of your strength and follow his command. Folding you in half and lining his cock up again. Both of your bodies covered in sweat, sliding against each other as he thrusts into you vigorously. The tightness almost unbearable, the blood going to your head making the pleasure even more intense. Your ass slapping against his groin making the most delicious sounds. Chris groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he grips on to your hips and finally lets go. Shooting his warm load deep inside of you.

You'rer silent, panting, breathless when he lifts you up and into his arms. A lust filled grin on his face while he holds you against his body, the rhythms of your heart beats in sync.

"If I knew this was the kind of workout you gave I'd have asked for your help alot sooner." You laugh against him, burying your face into his chest.

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #smut #chris hemsworth imagine #chris hemsworth fanfiction

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wrightaboutthat · 3 years ago

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Collegial Support ~A Narumitsu One-Shot~

Summary: “I could not stop thinking about you this morning. And it’s landed me in quite the...predicament.” A desperate cry for help brings Phoenix Wright into the Chief Prosecutor's office. The reasoning, however, is beyond anything he could have imagined.

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Office Sex, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Frottage, Desperation, Riding, all these tags but they're still so incredibly in love your honor, basically just them trying to one up adoration the entire time, Vaguely Set After AA4, no beta we die like miles' self control, Oh and I forgot the Lawyer Cult tags-neck kiss o'clock, Horny Lawyers, Miles Edgeworth is sent to the moon

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! I'm so anxiously excited for this one. I'm still trying to find my footing with this pairing, but couldn't help but dive headfirst into some good ol' office loving. Soundproofing in prosecutorial spaces is a blessing, actually. I'm so obsessed with how much these two adore each other, and subsequently so obsessed with bringing that element to light!

Super happy to finally share this with you all, and shoutout to the Lawyer Cult/the *cough hack* Hivemind for offering encouragement along the way! The excitement and support offered necessary boosts to keep going, so I appreciate you all <3. Hope you enjoy!

You can also read the work on AO3 here [x]

Phoenix was nothing but casual whistles as he strolled through rival territory. Nothing was out of the ordinary; it had been a regular day, a regular workload, and regular chain of beckoning messages on his phone.

“Wright?”

“Hey baby. What’s up?”

“Are you busy currently?”

“Not really, why?”

“Come to my office at your earliest convenience. I require your assistance.”

“Be over soon <3”

He had wrapped things up, left matters in capable hands, and headed over to the Prosecutor Building. It was not an unusual sight, as everyone in the space immediately recognized his intentions. Thus, unimpeded and contented, did he journey up to the office of utmost desire, mentally preparing for cases and kisses a plenty.

But walking into his partner’s office changed that. Where he expected to find Miles sitting at his desk, he instead found him standing on the opposite side. Where he expected to immediately catch those gorgeous silver eyes, he instead found a tense, burgundy backside. And where he expected to find the usual poised posture, he instead found a pose of what appeared to be frustration. For whatever reason, the normally composed man was leant over the mahogany, head hung and hands fisted.

Any manner of salutation died in his throat, instead being replaced with a concerned inquiry as he strolled forward.

“Miles? Is something wrong?”

He watched as Miles sighed harshly, but remained frozen in his spot.

“I would say so, yes,” he grumbled, his baritone deeper and thicker than usual.

“What is it?” Phoenix asked, coming up to his partner’s side and seating himself on the edge of the desk.

Again, Phoenix was expecting something work-related. Perhaps one of the other prosecutors was ill-performing. Or maybe a case was quickly getting too complicated. There wasn’t much that seemed to shake the sturdy foundation that was Miles Edgeworth after all; he was poised, stoic, and powerful. So he prepared himself for something of an intellectual explanation, quietly observing and waiting.

He watched as Miles slowly brought his head up, his bangs shifting and continuing to border his face. He heaved another heavy sigh, and still continued to avoid eye contact. Phoenix felt his wavy brows furrow tighter, but he held his tongue. Eventually, Miles did end up breaking the silence, albeit in gritted, deep tones.

“It would appear that certain...matters...are spiraling out of control.”

“Such as?”

Another sigh, another grumble, and another pause. Miles’ head seemed to dip back down then, grey hairs effectively hiding his visage away.

“It’s abhorrent.”

“Okay?” Phoenix softly pressed, “What’s going on?”

There was another pregnant pause then, the air growing noticeably thicker. Despite the uptick in tension, the oddity of it all, Phoenix didn’t take his eyes off his partner, patiently waiting for an answer. He noted that Miles almost seemed to be trembling, something that earned a tautness in his throat. Still, the possible explanations swirling through his head didn’t even come close to what was eventually uttered.

“...Infernal physiological processes, ones that have never hindered me in the past.”

What?

Mismatched eyes blinked numerous times, attempting to make sense of the unexpected shift. What did that even mean? Sleep troubles? Anxieties? A bad craving for burgers from being around the kids for too long?

“I don’t understand,” Phoenix said.

Miles seemed to snarl, his hands tightening against the deep mahogany. Though Phoenix couldn’t see his face, he could easily picture the deep sneer his lips had likely hiked into.

“Must you make me say it, Wright?” he hissed.

“Yeaaaah?” Phoenix drawled, nervously resting his hand upon his neck, “Because I’m not following.”

The harshest sigh of them all sounded in response, before Miles’ head drooped even lower. He seemed to take a few beats of cleansing breaths, before miraculously pivoting to catch Phoenix’s stare. Heterochromatic eyes took note of numerous elements then: the sharpness to the opposing glare, the deep furrow to his brows, the very pronounced swath of crimson beneath ivory skin, and the sporadic beads of sweat against his hairline. He certainly looked shaken, and once more did Phoenix’s brain clamber for a reason. Again, was he proven deeply wrong in a matter of seconds, the true answer utterly whiting out his entire system.

“I could not stop thinking about you this morning. And it’s landed me in quite the...predicament.”

A pin could be audible in the space if one were to fall, the office growing incredibly silent. Likely because Phoenix wasn’t even breathing; words and inhalations had utterly jammed in his throat. Outwardly, he was frozen in time, locked in the utmost surprise. Inwardly however, his subconscious was clambering and screaming. It ran through the words over and over again, attempting to process, attempting to taste. Because, there was absolutely no way that was the true reason. Despite dating Miles for a while, despite being intimate, there was no way such troubles spilled off his tongue.

So, when Phoenix finally got air moving through his lungs again, he quickly spoke his incredulousness.

“You’re kidding.”

An even deeper shade of crimson gripped Miles’ cheeks, and he ran to hide behind curtains of grey hair once more.

“No.”

“R-really, you must be joking,” Phoenix said, his hand gripping his neck a bit tighter.

“Does it look like I am?” Miles snapped.

No. It didn’t. The tension, the embarrassment, the desperation...It absolutely all checked out. And the more Phoenix processed it, the more he burrowed into the delightfully chaotic situation, the more he fell under a similar spell. The corners of lips began to twitch upwards, and his heart began to pound harder and faster within his chest. He stepped back through the situation, all the way back to the initial text messages. And when the disguising blanket draped upon “I need your assistance” was yanked off to reveal “I need you...”

“Wow, I...Wow,” he breathed, beginning to grin and chuckle all the same. When Miles simply groaned and remained silent, he couldn’t help but state the obvious, cementing them both into the humorous yet delicious reality.

“Esteemed Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth rushed me to his office because he was horny?”

Said esteemed prosecutor recoiled like he been slapped, before scrunching himself down even further.

“Don’t say it like that,” he grumbled.

But where one was falling, the other was rising; Phoenix found himself beaming more and more, amusement and interest quickly surging within.

“Ahh right, always one for eloquence,” he snickered, moving his hand upwards to run through ebony strands, “How about...Miles Edgeworth couldn’t get his rampant, raging desire under control?”

“Wright.”

Phoenix couldn’t help but giggle more. The cheerful noise pried silver eyes back in his direction, but not in a preferred manner; Miles was glaring something terrible.

“And quit laughing,” he hissed.

“I’m not laughing at you, baby,” Phoenix said, controlling his mirth but still grinning all the while, “I’m just...blown away- maybe even flattered?”

When Miles answered with nothing but an embarrassed exhalation, Phoenix couldn’t help but look on with a more sheepish expression himself.

“You’re...that attracted to me?”

“Unfortunately...” Miles sighed.

Phoenix couldn’t help but giggle once again, feeling heat spread out across numerous places in his body. He saw fit to punch through the barriers Miles was hidden behind then, reaching out with a hand to softly frame his sharp jaw.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m insanely attracted to you too,” he murmured, giving a few strokes of his thumb, “Always have been. And you’re lucky I am because you’re an ass, and you scared me.”

“Understandable. It was...a shameful move.”

It was then that Phoenix began to grow frustrated with the frozen state of his partner. That, and he felt inclined to test the waters of attraction, to delight in the desperation Miles was trapped in. He had called him over in search of distressed release after all, so it was high time Phoenix unlocked the apprehension and allowed them both to enjoy.

His grin turned a bit slyer then, and he hopped off his mahogany perch, venturing to stand behind his Miles’ backside. Phoenix watched as burgundy stiffened even more, but before any objections could be raised, he was snaking his hands around the bent-over form. Grasping his torso, he pulled Miles upright, pulled him flush. He even went so far as to jut his hands downward, tugging that glorious behind into his already-swelling groin.

The resulting shaky gasp furthered his smile, and he was half-tempted to grind something terrible. But he held onto his composure, held onto his resolve, instead relying on words to chip away at any semblance of control. They were their art form after all, their weapon; surely they’d be just as effective at beckoning Miles into the bliss he craved.

“Yet you called me here anyway,” Phoenix whispered, easing his mouth close to Miles’ ear, “Were you just that desperate, Miles? Longing and aching?”

The effect was immediate; the room electrified and Miles stiffened immensely against him before beginning to quiver.

“W-Wright...”

The reaction caused mismatched eyes to flash, a darker sheen blanketing over the amusement. The longing and aching were quite mutual after all, Phoenix quickly venturing to the same plane. Brazenly, he flicked his tongue up the helix of Miles’ ear, before traversing into even dirtier territory.

“Yeah? Or was it because you knew I can’t exactly pass up on such an opportunity?” He barely gave Miles an opportunity to shudder or whine before he added with beam, “Almost makes me want to subvert expectations. Maybe I need to make myself less available.”

He was pleased to see Miles jerk his head, glaring at him over his shoulder.

“You wouldn’t dare...” he hissed, though his vocals were less solid than before.

“Maybe not,” Phoenix said, moving back to bite and kiss at the offered ear, “Think I’d rather pleasure you until you can’t think straight.”

Miles was definitely unraveling; his backside pressed harder against Phoenix’s tenting crotch. It was a beautiful thing, an unexpected delight. He never pictured that he’d have a Chief Prosector falling apart in his hands, rasping and begging and wanting. He felt inclined to play just a bit more, to savor the moment.

“Wright...”

“Ahh right, eloquence,” Phoenix chuckled, moving his kisses to any part of that gorgeous neck that wasn’t hidden by Miles’ cravat, “Think I’d rather dampen the- what’d you call it? Infernal psychological processes?”

“Physiological processes, darling,” Miles rasped, “Regardless, eloquence doesn’t really carry...the same effect...”

“Yeah?”

Phoenix could barely contain his smile, his excitement, licking a tantalizing trail against sweet ivory skin.

“So naughty, Miles. Yanking me here just to mess around, just to have dirty things whispered in your ear...”

“I’m...I’m certainly not proud of such crassness...”

“No? Well, that’s a shame, because-“

Phoenix finally gave a grind of his hips, drawing sharp gasps from the both of them.

“-it’s driving me absolutely wild too.”

“Phoenix...”

Phoenix managed to contain himself a bit then. He managed to keep a hold on his own hungering pelvis. Instead, he opted to hammer in the last bits of reassurance, whispered between heated kisses to neck and jaw.

“Really, Miles. Don’t worry. Just enjoy yourself, love. I’ve got you. I’m glad you rang, because I want to make you feel so, so good. I always do.”

Miles tensed, as if poised to argue further. But then with a groaning sigh, a heaving breath, he beautifully relented, his head lulling backwards against Phoenix’s shoulder.

“I love you. How is it that you put up with my nonsense?”

Phoenix grinned, a mix of triumph and bashfulness. He thirsted over newly exposed skin for a few beats, before returning such sentiments.

“I love you too. And hey, I can’t exactly complain about getting to bang the Chief Prosecutor. Kinda the opposite- I want to boast it.”

To his furthered relief and amusement, Miles lightly snorted.

“Tsk...”

But despite the lightheartedness, despite the mirth, Phoenix knew there was a duty to be fulfilled. So he plunged back into lecherousness, whispering against Miles’ ear once more.

“So I can’t wait to make you scream, and let everyone know.”

He snickered as the rested head jerked back up, Miles looking over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“Phoenix Wright,” he gasped, “Were you always this lewd?”

“Mm, maybe; it kinda can’t be helped around you. But hey, you like it.”

Before any objection could be raised, before they fell victim to further arguing, Phoenix hushed it all with just a few calculated movements: he spun Miles around, removed his glasses, and swallowed any poised words with his own mouth. He coaxed the arguments into honeyed nothingness, eased the apprehension into eagerness, and melted the tension into heat. His tongue jabbed, and his hands wandered, wrestling out every sweet little noise he possibly could. But upon plunging downward, upon feeling the extremely taut bulge that was Miles’ front, Phoenix couldn’t help but break away and stare.

“Wow, holy shit- you really like it.”

Once again, he didn’t allow time for a response; he reached to trace the delicious outline with a hand, before giving the entire area a sharp squeeze. Miles of course, immediately acted accordingly. Being so pent up, so deprived, so hungry, his entire body practically rolled from the sensation, coupled with a strangled noise of approval.

“N-nngh...”

And that was the utmost green light. That was all Phoenix needed to leap into action. His eyes flashed with a darker sheen, a hotter spark, and he slipped his hands around Miles’ hips.

“Alright. Enough making you wait- let’s take care of you, sweetheart, hmm?”

“You’re far too good to me...” Miles panted.

“Because I adore you,” Phoenix said simply, before tugging him close, “Now c’mere...”

They locked into a passionate kiss then, one that quickly grew heated, desperate. Mouths wandered like they were each other’s quenching thirst in the desert, the first meal after starvation. Groans, whimpers, and shaky breaths sounded in a libidinous melody, cutting through the silence of thickened office air. And although Phoenix’s mind quickly began to grow woozy with lust, he still acted with his beloved in mind. Not breaking their connection, he softly ushered Miles back around his large wooden desk, guiding him back to his leather chair. And when the constrained hips began to grind, began to search for that fiery friction, Phoenix proceeded further.

He broke their kiss for the purpose of latching his mouth to area just beneath Miles’ jaw, sucking and staking his claim. As he did so, his hands wandered downward once more, fishing for the belt and fly that constricted his love so.

“Wr-Wright...” Miles whimpered, the cracking tonality pure music to Phoenix’s ears. Still, with a heated kiss followed by bite, did he voice his motives.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to get beneath this,” he breathily chuckled, briefly tugging on the damn cravat with his teeth, “But that’s not exactly the most pressing matter, now is it?”

His fingers were deft then, working at the devilish constraints and unzipping the burgundy slacks. Another teasing squeeze was offered to the ever-growing bulge, but when the touch earned a yelp, Phoenix denied no longer. He plunged a hand into soft fabric, grasped his lecherous prize, and finally pulled it free. He removed himself from Miles’ neck just in time to witness him groan with relief, his head lulling and his chest heaving. But unsurprisingly, were heterochromatic eyes drawn downward, marveling in the sight that awaited.

“God...You’re so stunning, Miles.”

And he was; he was utterly engorged and ready. The utmost desire was palpable, what with the tip weeping something terrible. Various twitches and jerks also complimented the display, Miles’ body practically screaming at Phoenix to proceed.

Proceed he did; he nudged Miles backwards and downwards, guiding him to sit. He wasted no time in kneeling betwixt shivering legs, spreading them further and allowing for more space. A second of admiration had to be given, before he finally nestled close, ghosting his breath across Miles’ center. Such an action earned a needy whimper, Miles reaching with a shaky hand towards Phoenix’s head.

“M-May I?” he rasped, just barely touching ebony strands.

“Do whatever you need,” Phoenix said, licking his lips and readying himself. Normally, he would be inclined to tease and taste. Normally, he would give kisses and licks before he consumed. Normally, he would take the time to marvel in Miles’ beauty. But with how heated the situation was, with how noticeable the tremors were, he skipped right over the normal proceedings. All he offered was a kiss to the dripping head, before steadying the shaft with a hand.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

“T-thank you...”

The gasped words of appreciation died with the following actions. Phoenix guided Miles fully into his mouth, taking as much as he could possibly manage. As he slid downwards, eyes trained upwards, attempting to watch the reaction such relief earned. It was well worth it; Miles practically rolled like a wave, his head craning back, his free hand gripping one of the rests, and his mouth falling agape.

“O-oh fuck...Phoenix, thank you...”

The expletive rolling off such an esteemed tongue made brown and blue flash, kindling a new spark of determination within. Phoenix eased back, slipped a limp leg over his shoulder, and took Miles deeply again. He hollowed out his cheeks then, watching as the suction took its effect.

“A-ah!” Miles gasped, bringing a hand to his mouth and biting upon his fingers. He likely wouldn’t last long. Beginning actions were almost drawing forth cries already. So Phoenix slipped back once more, before finally starting his rhythmic bobs.

The office turned into a medley of strained pleasure then. Slurps, hums, and moans sounded from Phoenix, complimented by expletives, whimpers, and hissed praises from Miles. The hand against Phoenix’s head didn’t demand more- rather, it tugged against black hairs, communicating the mounting ecstasy. Still, even without guidance, did Phoenix go deeper still, proceeding until he lightly gagged. But despite the discomfort, despite the tears welling in his eyes, he was undeterred.

For he was driving Miles insane and he knew it. The divine baritone he was so accustomed to had rocketed upwards in pitch. The legs that were normally so sturdy and strong had become something of gelatin. The control which Miles normally wielded so well had all but dissipated, sharp noises and hissed vocals increasing in volume and frequency.

“Oh, Phoenix...F-fuck...L-love you...Just like that...”

It was fuel for Phoenix, stoking the inner flames. He grasped his perch a bit tighter, and sped up his movements, groaning and slurping all the while. Fluid was dribbling down his chin, and the occasional tear dripped down his cheeks, but still, he continued. It didn’t matter that his own slacks were painfully tenting. It didn’t matter that his knees ached. It didn’t matter that his jaw was starting to tire. It was all for Miles. And he intended to absolutely see it through to the end.

An end which did indeed seem fast approaching; the hand which had gripped Phoenix’s hair shakily traveled downward, feebly grasping at the working jaw.

“P-please...I’m- Phoenix, I’m a-about to...”

It was a crackling warning that went unheeded. It was a vague instruction that went ignored. Instead of backing away, Phoenix slid deep once again, switching between sucks and swirls of his tongue. He even went so far as to reach with a hand, moving to fondle whatever he could. And that was it. The stimulation reached its utmost peak. Miles’ pelvis tensed immensely, before giving a mighty quake.

“G-God I’m- ah!”

The sharp cry matched the intensity of the first spurt within Phoenix’s mouth. The force made him startle slightly, but he quickly relaxed, eagerly drinking in the release. He hummed a single note as he captured the bursts, taking everything completely in. But to the beautiful torture of Miles, he did not cease with his suction; between swallows, he continued to work his lecherous efforts, efforts which quickly took effect.

“Ah- Ph-Phoen- Ah!”

He pushed through the growing sensitivity, pushed through the crests, fully intent on overwhelming Miles with the deserved pleasure. Cries ventured more towards yells, shivers more towards jerks, those handsome vocals choking off in the utmost ecstasy.

“Phoenix!”

Mismatched eyes ventured to take in the scene. Miles was arched against the chair, gripping the leather like he was holding on for dear life. Moisture dripped down his ivory skin, likely a mixture of tears and perspiration. And when he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth and released a muffled noise that surely would have been a scream, most would normally cease their efforts. But Phoenix remained. Phoenix continued. He stayed until the pulses slowed, the bursts stopped, and the cries blubbered. Only then, did he release Miles from his mouth with a smack, sitting back on his legs to admire his work.

It was like Miles had been reduced to a burgundy puddle, utterly limp against the chair. He quivered and heaved, his pants shaking as he fought for breath. An occasional whimper slipped through his lips, an aftershock or two likely traversing through his system. But he appeared satisfied, appeared entirely sated.

Phoenix ran his tongue across soiled lips, before wiping at his mouth further with the back of his hand. He massaged his jaw for a beat or two, before smirking at the handsome mess before him. Though his knees groaned, he slowly stood up and straddled Miles’ lap. And, being mindful of his positioning, he eased himself to sit, before nuzzling close.

He couldn’t help himself then; he felt inclined to finally rid Miles of the dreaded fabric barrier. He softly tugged at the various loops, and struggled a bit, as per usual. But soon enough, did he finally unwind the cravat, tugging it free and revealing his favorite expanse of skin. Phoenix sighed a bit at the sight, before grinning and easing close. Seeing as Miles was still recovering, he didn’t leap for fervent, desperate kisses; instead, he opted for gentle, for reverent, easing his mouth over dewy skin.

To his delight, Miles softly moaned, his quivering hands easing around Phoenix’s back to hold him close. The soft kisses continued, coupled with a few sucks here and there. Phoenix carried on, even with his crotch atrociously swollen, and with rasped words from his beloved breaking the silence.

“Oh, darling...My dear love...”

Phoenix’s beam grew at the endearment, a delightful blush easing across his cheeks. Through his smile, through his affections, he of course returned the praise.

“Hmm...You did so well, sweetheart...”

Miles’ hands gripped Phoenix’s back a bit tighter, holding him close in a messy embrace.

“I love you...” he said through his slowing breaths, “You’re astounding...”

“I love you too,” Phoenix replied, offering one more kiss before leaning back. He watched as Miles craned his head back against the chair, continuing to wheeze and come down from his high. While the sight was satisfying to see, it caused a rather devious smirk to form.

“But don’t get too tired on me now.”

Wrinkled burgundy tensed beneath him, almost as if Miles was holding his breath. His grin intensifying, Phoenix leaned close once more, offering another kiss to that desirable neck before adding, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Miles’ head was quick to snap back up, stunned eyes locking with smug.

“P-pardon?!”

“I said I wanted to make you feel good, remember?”

“Y-yes but...Phoenix, you already have. You’ve done everything and more.”

“And you were the one who gave the horny summons in the first place.”

“I-inconsequential!” Miles hissed with a furious blush to match, a sight that tugged a laugh from Phoenix. “If anything, it’s high time I return the favor. Your slacks are absolutely bursting at the seams.”

“Heh; the Chief Prosecutor has a perverted eye.”

“Phoenix.”

The biting tone hushed any further cheeky comments. When Phoenix quieted, Miles softened, sighing and reaching with a hand.

“Let me see you,” he said, cupping Phoenix’s face, “And give you what you desire.”

“You will. And I desire more of you.” Phoenix shied away from the touch, leaning close to Miles’ ear once again. He offered the sensitive area a kiss, before smirking and purring more libidinous motives. “I want to be inside you...”

To his delight, he could feel the shakiness that quaked at such a phrase. It seemed like Miles had stuttered on his breath, the intense words likely plunging betwixt his legs. Strangely though, such whispers didn’t beckon like they had earlier; Miles appeared to fight for composure rather than submit.

“You’re far too pent up. You’re seconds away from finishing in your suit.”

Phoenix smirked, leaning back and shaking his head.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Wright.”

“I will. I just want- ah!”

The unexpected squeeze to Phoenix’s taut bulge sliced his words with a yelp. It was something of a lightning strike, his crotch electrifying from the touch it so desperately craved. Really, he could barely deny it anymore. He knew he was painfully wanting. Everything between his legs was straining, throbbing. And much to his chagrin, Miles was also aware.

“I know you’re suffering, dear.”

“Miles-“

Once more were arguments cut by further touches, further whimpers of need. It felt good, so incredibly good, Phoenix’s hips bucking towards the sensation on their own accord. But still, in the back of his mind, did stubbornness persist. For he wanted nothing more than to pleasure Miles, to focus on sending him absolutely skyward. It was why he had been called to the office in the first place; his own wants were insignificant in comparison.

But oh, how his body fought to overpower his mind. Oh, how it screamed for him to give in. Even still...

“Shh...” Miles soothed, poising his hand over the swell.

“I’m not...This isn’t how I wanted-“

“Perhaps I’m not done with you either.”

It was astounding how well Miles knew him. It was astounding how in tune Miles was with his thoughts. And it was astounding that Miles wanted...more. Naturally, such notions were indeed enough to shut Phoenix up, all points dying in the back of his throat. He fished for silver eyes with widened bicolored, beginning to shiver atop his burgundy perch. Miles gave him a knowing look then, raising a single brow before murmuring further.

“So in the mean time, hush, and let me help you.”

Reflexively, Phoenix opened his mouth to stubbornly resist, but no words rolled off his tongue. He was locked into the silver spell, insistent eyes ushering him away from arguing. Biting his lip, he gave a feeble nod, and that alone encouraged the progression. Miles hummed a sigh, and softly nudged Phoenix’s chest, gesturing for him to stand. He quickly did as he was told, what with the tightness beneath his slacks indeed growing uncomfortable. He watched as Miles momentarily tucked himself out of the way, before rising to join him. He was half-tempted to hold the back of his neck, unsure of where things were going to go. But when Miles spun him around and pulled their forms flush, it became abundantly clear.

He couldn’t help but whimper then, the mere implications of what was to come causing his hips to shift. The movements only intensified when Miles nestled closer, his chin hooking on Phoenix’s shoulder and his hands snaking around his begging form.

“Look at you...” he whispered, pivoting to press a kiss to the side of Phoenix’s jaw, “You thought you were going to last? Truly? You’re writhing, love...”

It really was something- how quickly he fell apart, how quickly he lost his foothold. But it couldn’t be helped; he had always been impervious to Miles’ intoxicating touch. It was a wonder he thought he’d last indeed. Still...

“I...I was going to try...F-for you...”

“So stubborn.”

Normally, there would be teasing and palming abound. Normally, Miles would be meticulous with his touches and strokes. But presently, he seemed to follow the exact route of desperation, skipping directly to the point. For he reached for blue slacks, hastily unzipped them, and tugged Phoenix free. He wasted no time at all, grasping the pulsing length with a hand and immediately creating shockwaves.

“Ohh fuck...” Phoenix gasped, his tone already hiking upwards.

Though his mind was instantly woozy, though his body was focused on sensations below, he could still feel the warmth from Miles’ smile. It glimmered upon his shoulder, coupled with a contented sigh as monochromatic eyes likely looked him over.

“Hmm...Exquisite as usual.”

He released his grasp, leaving Phoenix in a shivering limbo. But then came a sound that drew forth a whimper: Miles licking and moistening his hand. And moments after, it was a wonder Phoenix’s legs didn’t immediately give out. It was a wonder he didn’t yell into the heated silence of the office. Because yes, Miles knew him well; he knew exactly the right pressure, exactly the right stroke. He gave several tugging passes, before fixating on the head, thumbing the slit in circular motions.

White flashed before Phoenix’s eyes, a garbled mess of moans and gasps escaping him. His pelvis thrust towards the skillful hand, chasing after the intense pleasure. It was incredible, or pathetic- he couldn’t quite tell which. Because he was already feeling that clenching fire, that telling tension within his abdomen. Thus, did he heave and lean against Miles, straining to hold on.

“I can’t...I c-can’t...Miles, I...”

Miles huffed with amusement, squeezing the tip betwixt his fingers before shifting back towards strokes. Phoenix had to stifle a cry, clamping down on his noises as flames surged higher and higher.

“Fuck...Fuck! I’m...!”

“Let go, my darling...”

And just like that, he was done for. In just a few passes, he was finished. He stiffened immensely, before arching against Miles, crying out as he finally released the pent up tension. He roughy came in numerous bursts, likely soiling Miles’ hand and the floor before them. But said hand didn’t shy away, continuing to stroke to utter completion.

Phoenix moaned pitifully as he stepped down from immense heights, slumping back against the sturdier form behind him. He could feel the heat from Miles’ smile once more, lips ghosting against his neck as he hummed his triumph.

“There we are...” He eased a series of kisses to Phoenix’s skin before adding, “Utterly breathtaking...”

Phoenix turned his head to meet the advances, easing their mouths together despite his quickened breaths. He kissed Miles deeply, passionately, sighing as the last bits of elation departed his system.

But as he came up for breath, he became...acutely aware of just how fast things had gone. His gaze drifted downward to the mess on Miles’ hand, before shifting to the matching white streaks on the floor. Though Miles was masterful, it had hardly taken any effort. No, he wouldn’t have been able to last in a deeper connection at all.

The thought flooded his face with crimson, sheepishness overtaking his features. He shifted about on his feet, before awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Erm...”

Miles could easily sneer at him. There were boundless quips he could launch for such an occurrence. Banter seemed to be threateningly hanging above both of them. But instead, Phoenix only picked up on gentle huffs of mirth, the warmth of Miles’ expression still evident.

“Still going to bluff, my love?”

“Ah, no...” Phoenix pulled himself away then, mindful of the mess as he turned to face Miles. A hand crept up to hold his neck, along with more sheepishness to match. “You...You were right.”

He watched as Miles rolled his eyes and shook his head, though the gentleness remained.

“How ludicrous.”

It was then he surprised Phoenix, drawing his soiled hand to his mouth. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he licked and sucked at the incriminating evidence, cleaning without complaint. He hummed as he did so, whereas Phoenix couldn’t help but rasp an expletive at the sight.

“Now who’s lewd?” he managed with a strained snicker.

“Hmm...Is it such a crime to marvel in you?”

“I guess not, but...damn, Miles.”

Silver stare flashed as he swallowed the last drops down, the action topped off with a contented sigh. Miles walked towards his shelves then, retrieving a few tissues. He offered Phoenix a handful, before bending down to address the remaining mess- the streaks which had narrowly missed their shoes.

“I’m just pleased I was able to return such a release,” he murmured as he cleaned, “You didn’t need to be hurting on my behalf, dear. Especially when you went through the trouble of coming here.”

“For you. You shouldn’t have even had to worry about my-

“-Hush,” Miles interjected, “Who’s to say I didn’t enjoy it?”

Further banter built on Phoenix’s tongue, but ultimately didn’t manifest. Instead, he opted to tuck himself back in before bending down and offering an additional hand. As he cleaned though, he couldn’t help but wonder...was Miles truly satisfied then? Did his own release mark the end? Would he be satiated until they saw each other again in the evening? Was it enough? Phoenix had been the one to allude to further steps, to delving deeper into pleasure. But the current actions smelt of finality.

That was, until a previous quip entered Phoenix’s brain, something said in passing but dripping with significance. He decided to inquire.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Did...did you say you weren’t finished with me?”

Miles stilled, a swath of crimson rolling across his cheeks. He kept his head down, hiding behind grey curtains once more.

“I suppose I did, yes.”

“You actually want to go further?”

“Don’t you?” Miles murmured, standing up to throw the tissues away.

“Ah, yeah, of course I do. I always do,” Phoenix said, mirroring Miles’ actions. When he had disposed of things, he opted to stand with a hand grasping his neck. “But you’re not bothered? My beloved workaholic wouldn’t worry?”

“Well, there’s always something to be done,” Miles said, venturing back towards Phoenix to loosely snake his hands around the small of his back. “But all the same, I can’t exactly pass you up.”

“You don’t have meetings or anything though?”

“I can guarantee you I don’t.”

“But that’s- wait.” Phoenix shifted in Miles’ embrace, starting like he did in court when a realization struck. “Don’t tell me you carved out space in your itinerary.”

He watched as Miles opened his mouth, only to be silenced by a new wave of warm blush. As the words died, he avoided eye contact. That alone was an answer, an easy deduction, effectively drawing a breathy laugh from Phoenix.

“Oh my God, you did. Miles, you literally made a dick appointment.”

Such a statement drew the monochromatic gaze back, but in the form of a glare. The angry crimson did nothing to help the rivaling laughs, effectively leading to Miles breaking away.

“Phoenix Wright, your crude terminology has me inclined to cancel.”

“Sorry!” Phoenix snickered, reaching to lace his hands around Miles’ neck and restart their embrace, “I’m just...so blown away. I never thought you’d want something like this.”

Miles heaved a sigh, averting his eyes once again as the blush turned gentler.

“Yes, well...wanting you to such a degree changes a lot.”

It was Phoenix’s turn to blush then. He couldn’t help but grin through the warmth, easing close enough for their noses to brush.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, nuzzling until he drew forth a ghost of a smile.

“I love you too.”

It was only natural that the pair kissed, slower and more purposeful than their previous advances. Even with deeper intimacy on the horizon, even with lecherousness hanging over their heads, their lips only glided and caressed.

“What about you?” Miles softly asked when they broke apart, “Nothing going on at the agency?”

“Nah. I’m sure the kids will keep everything in working order.”

“Mm...”

Phoenix’s brows furrowed slightly when Miles looked away, scanning his sharp features for discomfort. He couldn’t quite decipher, so he reached up with a hand, framing Miles’ jaw and stroking with his thumb.

“Hey, we really don’t have to continue if you don’t want to though. Don’t pressure yourself. If there’s any doubt, we can wait until we’re home.”

“No, that’s...” Miles sighed, the color in his cheeks intensifying further. “...I do. This morning, I couldn’t stop envisioning...”

Even though he trailed off, the underlying meaning was apparent. Brown and blue eyes flashed, coupled with the room twinging with a new burst of heat.

“So all of this wasn’t enough, hmm?”

“It was extraordinary, but...”

Phoenix smirked, easing close again. The vice of desire tightened around them, beckoning his lips to that stunning neck once more. He hummed and kissed a trail, already feeling sparks venturing downward.

“...But you want me inside you too,” he whispered against sweet skin, sealing the statement with a nip.

The salacious words and actions prompted another shiver. Phoenix’s grin only intensified, coupled with the frequency of his bites.

“It’s incredibly crass, I know,” Miles eventually said, his voice strained as he shifted beneath the touches.

“It’s amazing is what it is. And perfect because...I want you too. God, I want you so bad.”

Phoenix latched his mouth onto sweet skin something proper then, biting and sucking. He was intent on making a mark, both literally and figuratively, driving his point completely in. Said motives were made worse by a moan gracing his ears, the noise hammering in his claim.

“Phoenix...”

The subsequent grin broke the heated connection. He leaned back to admire, humming at the reddish blotch that seemed to saturate in real time. But though they stood together in the flames, though he could still taste Miles upon his tongue, though their bodies had started to sing once more, he couldn’t help but inquire one last time.

“You’re sure?”

Heated eyes softened, Miles reaching to cup Phoenix’s face.

“I’m sure,” he murmured, before sighing and looking away, “Lest you depart and my thoughts...drift once again.”

“Maybe those infernal physiological processes aren’t so bad after all...” Phoenix snickered, his hands drifting to mirror the frame.

“Mm...”

The pair smiled, before easing to close the space between them. Lips initially brushed in a tender kiss, but quickly intensified to something far more molten. Starving mouths gaped, and thirsting hands wandered. As Phoenix plunged downward towards a particular prize however, as hands grasped burgundy curves, concentration was severed once more.

“Ahh, shit,” Phoenix hissed.

“What is it?”

“You don’t...happen to have any supplies, do you?”

“Bottom drawer...towards the back.”

The instruction sent Phoenix off without hesitation initially. He broke away towards the specified destination, bending down to fish for the desired bottle. Upon grasping it though, a lightbulb suddenly popped forth; he couldn’t help but smirk as he processed the location, the readiness.

“D-don’t you say a word, Wright. Just grab it.”

It was like Miles had peered into his cheeky thoughts. That, or he had spied the budding mischievousness on his face. Either way, it made Phoenix snicker once more, standing up and biting back wry comments.

“And wipe that grin off your face,” Miles huffed.

“Do it for me.”

Silver eyes narrowed, but Miles complied, surging forward to lock them in a hungry kiss. Hands from both parties began to wander, groping and attempting to make purchase. Miles’ fingers curled through ebony locks, whereas Phoenix’s hands framed his favorite jawline. The pair moaned through the rougher advances, heat surging and dancing betwixt them.

It certainly wasn’t a bad way to allow their bodies to catch back up.

The swirling warmth prompted Phoenix further. His hands drifted downwards, grasping Miles’ collar and giving a beckoning tug. Miles understood at once, breaking the kiss and panting against rival lips. Phoenix took advantage of the pause, moving to remove his own jacket. He was simply going to shrug it off, to opt for a quick discard, but a pair of hands interjected. He looked on with mild confusion as Miles guided the fabric off, dutifully holding instead of dropping. It was when he meticulously hung it off the back of his chair that things clicked for Phoenix.

“Priorities,” he laughed.

“You’ll thank me later when your jacket isn’t a crumpled mess,” Miles said, repeating the actions with his own, “We’re going to be conspicuous enough already.”

Phoenix snorted, but the amusement did little to slow him. The moment Miles pivoted back to face him, he pounced, locking them back in a kiss as fingers worked at golden buttons. The action drew forth a whimper, but Miles seemed undeterred as well. He too, reached through the passion for Phoenix’s waistcoat, unbuttoning whenever he could manage. The pair worked through the layers of fabric, brushing the coats aside and finally reaching the undershirts. Phoenix could almost curse at their fashion choices, acting as a barrier of sorts against their fire. Instead though, his mind grew giddily woozy, what with the prospect of more beautifully exposed skin on the horizon. He hurried then, desperately working at buttons to remove the last block.

When he finally got it open, when he finally parted the fabric for his ardent eyes, he couldn’t help but break away to stare. Hands reached to follow his gaze, caressing the awaiting chest. The pair shivered at the exchange, but Phoenix was inclined to go further. Wandering fingers drifted to Miles’ dusky nipple, encircling the area before pinching lightly. The resulting gasp drew forth a smirk and magnetized lips to skin.

Phoenix kissed a trail across taut pectorals, humming at the sparks buzzing betwixt their bodies. Just as before, the gorgeousness bewitched him, leading him to lick and bite a plenty. He encircled Miles’ nipple with his tongue, long enough for trembling fingers to thread his hair. If they decided to tug, he would appropriately respond, nipping until a whimper was earned.

Eventually though, his own body grew impatient, beckoning him to press forward. He leaned back to eye his work, grinning at the beauty and marks alike.

“God, I love you. You and your body both.”

“I love you too. Though, did I not say I wished to see you as well?”

“You did, but...I’m not quite finished.”

Motions from earlier were repeated, Phoenix reaching to undo belt and slacks alike. Unlike before though, it was with the intention to completely remove; fingers grasped all matters of fabric, tugging until everything was pulled downward. Burgundy and boxers pooled at Miles’ feet, and Phoenix stooped to follow. He took a moment to remove Miles’ dress shoes and socks, before the other constraints were guided off and away.

Upon easing back to his knees, Phoenix found himself at eye level with the most desirable part of all. It was engorging once more, and already beading with pre-cum. As a result, he couldn’t help himself; he reached to give a tugging stroke or two, before he eased to kiss the awaiting moisture away. Miles’ groan almost coaxed him to pleasure further, but he ceased- though not without licking up the entirety of the beautiful length.

He kissed his way back upwards, murmurs of praise coiling on his tongue. The moment he was standing though, said murmurs were immediately hushed, Miles’ demanding mouth finding his. The two fell victim to yet another heated kiss, moans reverberating through the space. Before Phoenix could caress further, Miles raced for his turn. He deftly unbuttoned Phoenix’s undershirt, and caressed bare skin the instant it was offered. Phoenix couldn’t help but release a whimper for Miles to swallow, the touch trailing sparks across his own chest.

He expected actions to parallel, to mirror. But it seemed desperation was at the forefront; he smiled as Miles jumped right to his blue slacks, hurrying to free him once more.

“So ready for me...” Phoenix purred into swollen lips.

“Have been since the moment you embedded yourself into my thoughts...”

Such words flared nostrils, stuttered breaths, and stoked new fires of determination. He sighed as Miles removed him from fabric constraints once more, but when Miles pulled back and hesitated- perhaps to admire, Phoenix jumped at the opportunity. Clothing didn’t need to come fully off after all. Entire exposure wasn’t necessary. They had everything they needed, with a few conspicuous shields to match.

So he grabbed ivory hips, pivoting Miles around and ignoring the sharp gasp. A beckoning nudge was given, gesturing for Miles to bend over the desk before them. To his utmost delight, Miles did so without delay or argument, reclining and beautifully displaying. Though a new desperation was indeed gnawing within, Phoenix couldn’t help but appreciate the sight.

“I’ll never be able to get over how gorgeous you are.”

“Hmm...” Miles hummed, propping himself up on his elbows, “Coming from the most magnificent man...”

“Says the one who’s insanely irresistible.”

“Objection- ah!”

Arguments were severed by touches; Phoenix’s fingers squeezed the offered cheeks, before easing to simply caress.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“You’re playing dirty, Wright,” Miles said, huffing and shifting against the contact.

“Well yeah, I would hope so. I’ll keep this method in mind for the next time you’re getting too sassy in court.”

“Yes, because they surely wouldn’t hold you in contempt whatsoever- ungh!”

Again were vocals stolen by a squeeze. Phoenix grinned, going so far as to offer a light whap before chuckling over the following gasp.

“Worth it.”

He kneaded the doughy flesh with his fingers, marveling at the sounds such an action earned. Every moan and whimper resonated directly between his legs, slowly coaxing his erection back to totality. He wasn’t quite sure how Miles wanted to proceed, how Miles wanted to be taken, but oh, how tempted he was to simply pound him then and there.

His beloved beginning to whine coaxed Phoenix towards the next steps. He reached for the bottle of neglected lube, popping it open and smirking at how Miles hummed at the sound. Generously, he coated his fingers, before transferring some to his still-swelling length. He stroked and readied with trembling sighs, before reaching for the desired entrance.

The second Phoenix brushed upon puckered skin, their breaths caught, tangling in the new tension gripping the room. Around he rubbed in tantalizing circles, ghosting upon the area in preparation. With how Miles squirmed, Phoenix expected to be implored, to be begged. Instead, he was stunned to watch as Miles reached back with a hand, prying and spreading himself open. It was a miracle Phoenix didn’t leap to sheath himself then and there.

He instead shakily inhaled, and poised a single finger to proceed. Consent had already been given. Approval had already been spoken. But even still, did Phoenix double check, holding steadily in place.

“Ready?”

He smirked when it seemed like Miles’ body did the talking, what with his pelvis titling a bit closer. Such an expression warmed all the more when shaky vocals joined the mix.

“Yes. Please.”

Through the muscular resistance he finally pushed then. Phoenix couldn’t help but hum at the tight warmth which awaited, the noise beautifully melding with the opposing moan. He eased in only to his knuckle at first, closely watching Miles for signs of discomfort. But when he only spied breathless pleasure, when he only spied a silent ask for more, did he insert his finger in completely. He allowed Miles a small respite, giving the muscles time to adapt and relax. The moment the tension eased, Phoenix began to move, slowly jutting in and out in a salacious pattern.

Mismatched eyes scanned meticulously, lecherously. He eagerly drank in every sigh, every quivering moan. If Miles seemed to react more to a certain area being stroked, Phoenix would fixate on the spot, jutting until hips quivered beneath his touch. He knew the workings of his partner after all. He knew what he liked, how he ticked. So when that gorgeously stoic body began to tremble, Phoenix went further, slipping a second finger into the mix.

“Phoenix...” Miles sighed, his tone coated with delicious enjoyment, “Yes...”

The praise fueled him, warming both his groin and his expression. He thrust the pair deeply, before taking a few beats to explore the muscular walls. He swirled about rhythmically, before scissoring for that perfect stretch. He couldn’t help but groan at the sensations, at the sounds, at the torridity of it all. He worked for every little bit of pleasure, every sweet vocalization from Miles.

It seemed successful thus far; Miles was writhing against his perch, moaning against the advances. The further Phoenix stretched, the more his reactions intensified. Deeper thrusts seemed to coax his hips backwards, like they subconsciously sought more stimulation.

So Phoenix delivered without hesitation. He slipped a third and final finger in, marveling at how Miles’ back arched in response.

“Fuck...” he gasped, sending a new rush of blood straight to Phoenix’s crotch, “So good...”

Every movement earned a breathy moan then. Every thrust was met with an equal advance. And every jolt of Miles’ pelvis seemed to coax Phoenix’s similarly. He needed more. They both needed more.

Phoenix reached deeply for that sweet inner spot, stroking until Miles began to whimper something terrible. But then, he abruptly pulled out, drawing a sharp gasp into the heated space. It was not without cause; he reached for the lube once more, intent on slicking and readying his erection.

“Ph-Phoenix...”

The mewl made him smirk through his preparation, smiling despite the grunts and sighs from touching himself.

“I won’t keep you waiting, baby. You’ve waited long enough.”

Biting his lip, he nestled himself into the constricted space, teasing his head against the awaiting entrance. The pair vocalized at the sensation, Phoenix groaning and Miles whining. But right before he proceeded, right before he could venture inward, Miles gasped with further conversation.

“Phoenix.”

Before he could even question the sharper tone, Miles released his grip on himself, effectively closing off proper access. In the pause he seemed to be taking to steady himself, to catch his breath, Phoenix couldn’t help but buzz with alarm.

“What is it?”

Miles inhaled deep lungfuls of air, before standing and pivoting to face Phoenix. Mismatched eyes were spellbound, immediately drawn downward to the enticing sight between pale legs. Despite their previous ventures, Phoenix was pleased to see that Miles was plenty hard once more- though, the relief was short lasted. Had he done something wrong?

“Sweeth-“

“-I love you,” Miles blurted, rushed and unexpected, “You’ve done everything and more, as you always do. It’s high time you simply sit back and enjoy.”

Before returned sentiments could even poise on his tongue, Phoenix found himself getting dragged across the room, stumbling as he was tugged by his hand. His aroused mind buzzed with confused static, unable to process the new turn of events. That was, until he spied where Miles was headed, where he was being lead to.

The pair of plush couches. A luxurious seat. A location entirely fitting for a different position.

“Oh...” Phoenix breathed, coming to the realization through his buffers, “That’s...”

“Phoenix.”

“R-right!”

As desperate as he was, as they both were, he rambled no further, nor did he try and argue. He simply assumed the new position, seating himself on the edge of velvety fabric. The moment heterochromatic eyes locked with fiery silver, he gave himself a presenting stroke.

“I’m yours how you want.”

Miles was on him immediately, gripping Phoenix’s shoulders and straddling his toned legs. Phoenix expected him to lower immediately, to aggressively ride the moment they were situated. Instead, to his surprise, did further honeyed words fall from his tongue.

“I do believe I’m the luckiest man in the world...” Miles said, aligning himself just so.

“Objection- believe that title belongs to-“

Argument and breath alike were stolen by Miles nestling close, positioning to proceed. Phoenix could almost laugh at how Miles turned his own tactics against him, what with hushing words with arousing actions. But he found himself too shaken, merely reaching to steady his shaft with a hand. He groaned as Miles gripped his shoulders tighter, and as cheeks enveloped his awaiting length.

There was the slightest bit of resistance, the smallest amount of give. Before suddenly, Miles engulfed him, sliding down and easing them into full penetration. Colors flashed in Phoenix’s vision, the feeling of connecting so deeply with his partner absolutely unprecedented. He couldn’t help but moan his approval, his hands flying for purchase on Miles’ body. It took all of his self control not to immediately lose it, biting his lip as Miles sunk further and further.

It seemed Miles had been holding his breath, for he released a groaning exhalation the moment he completely took Phoenix in. The pair panted and moaned, savoring the closeness and allowing each other to adjust. Phoenix nestled against Miles’ bare front, hissing quiet expletives with equally soft kisses to match.

“God...fuck...you feel so good...”

“You’re perfect, Phoenix...Utterly...perfect...”

“Love you...” Phoenix breathed, brushing beneath hanging fabric to get a good grip on Miles’ hips.

“Love you.”

And with that, did Miles begin to move, surely readied to chase what he had desired all day. Phoenix watched with thirsting eyes as Miles eased up, before slowly plunging downwards once more. The two moaned from the passes, the stretches, before Miles truly began to ride. He took Phoenix deeply, and rocked his pelvis with reckless abandon.

Phoenix looked on in awe, mesmerized as Miles undulated and threw his head back. Phoenix’s breaths were beginning to dance with moans, matching the grunting efforts sounding from his partner. The familiar fire was already starting to burn in his abdomen from such advances, his entire lower half alight with sensations. But he wasn’t about to finish quickly this time- not until he ensured Miles’ utmost satisfaction.

This was for him. This was all for him.

So he tossed care to the side, and began to meet, began to guide. With a tight grip on moving hips, he coaxed Miles towards bounces, so that he could properly mirror thrusts. Phoenix jerked his hips upward every time Miles bore down, deepening the stroke again and again. It seemed to have an immediate effect, Miles’ head lulling back even further.

“Ah!” he gasped, “Fuck...Phoenix, t-that’s-“

A tighter grip on Miles’ hips angled him forward, just that perfect little amount to beautifully graze the treasured spot within. Phoenix relished the obscenely loud moan such a shift earned, groaning himself as it instantly resonated in his groin.

“Fuck, Miles...God.”

He thrust upwards even harder, racing against his own body and Miles’ building speed. The office became a lecherous cacophony then, what with Miles keening, Phoenix grunting, and their connection squelching. It was music to Phoenix’s ears, utterly captivating and everything he wanted. Though, he still aimed to take Miles even higher, to draw forth uncontrolled noises as he unraveled.

“Phoenix, I’m...I’m close...Please, Phoenix, I-“

That was all he needed. Despite the burn in his pelvis, the tension in his stomach, the soreness in his legs, he strained to give Miles that last burst of pleasure. He continued to thrust, but reached with a shaky hand, intent on addressing Miles’ neglected erection. He grasped tightly as they both continued to move, tugging and jerking as best he could.

Any attempt at talking quickly turned into a jumble of moans and shallow gasps of air. But the moment Miles crested, the moment his orgasm tightly grasped his body, one thing still managed to ring loud and true.

“Phoenix!”

The cry echoed throughout the space and resonated deep within Phoenix’s mind. He felt warmth streaking against his hand and abdomen. He tugged until cries shifted more towards whines and dry sobs. And that was it; the flames had breached the last wall of control.

Throwing his hands back to Miles’ hips, he slammed him downward and came hard, bursting deep within. His head careened over the back of the sofa, moaning the beautiful opposing name through every intense peak.

“Miles! Miles!”

He jerked, pulsed, and emptied himself entirely into the cramped space. When Miles collapsed against him in blissful exhaustion, he too, melted in dreamy fatigue. The moment he stepped down from his climax, the moment he floated back down to Earth, he sagged back against the couch, something of ecstatic jelly.

The room was nothing but deep, slowing breaths then. After a few moments, Miles eased upwards and broke their connection with a soft moan, before easing to carefully settle atop bare skin. Phoenix could feel dewiness betwixt them, and could feel moisture leaking against his thigh. But he paid the sensations no mind; all he wished to do was marvel in his partner that much more.

He snaked his hands around Miles’ back, venturing beneath his ruffled clothing and holding him close. He softly caressed slick skin, before easing close to capture their lips in an exhausted kiss. Mouths lazily slid about, no glamour to the exchange as lips messily smushed. But when they were torn apart by panting huffs of air, did Miles finally find the wherewithal to speak once more.

“God...That...That was...”

“...The only way I’m choosing to spend my break from now on,” Phoenix finished with a breathy laugh. The mirth only intensified when Miles’ flushed expression turned incredulous, furrowing despite the streaks of red.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous...” he said, though twinkles of laughter were evident in his tone.

“Maybe. But you love me for it.”

“I suppose I do, yes. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Swollen lips connected once more, a bit more tender and composed. They kissed softly, sweetly, pouring all manner of adoration into the connection. Regardless, Miles seemed keen to articulate further once they broke.

“Speaking of ridiculousness, thank you, darling...”

“Hmm? For what?”

“For this! For...” Silver eyes flitted away, like they hadn’t just been caught up in extremely lewd acts. “...Tending to my...atrocious needs so.”

Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh, at the sight and notion alike. He reached up to brush damp grey strands back, before cupping Miles’ face.

“You’re not still caught up on that, are you?”

He snickered as Miles seemed to blush further, practically sinking against his hand.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Miles,” he laughed, angling for a quick peck before continuing. “I adore you, and will tend to you whenever you want. Atrocious needs, physiological processes, or whatever else gets you going- I’ll be there.”

“Phoenix...”

The murmur of disdain was hushed by yet another kiss. Through the sweet connection, and the honeyed lightness in his brain, thoughts gently drifted. Phoenix wanted to stay there forever, cuddled close and deliriously post-coital. He wanted to bathe his beloved in pleasure until neither of them could stand. He wanted to relish in his beautiful body and handsome soul. But with every passing minute, he became acutely aware of where they were, and the subsequent duties they both had. He almost sighed his disappointment against Miles’ mouth, knowing he did indeed have to get back to the agency sooner than later. Thankfully, his brain offered a solution, a solution that pried his mouth away with further snickers.

“Speaking of which, hope you’re ready for a repeat performance tonight.”

He laughed as silver eyes widened- even more so when hands playfully shoved his chest.

“I’m more than satisfied, you goon.”

He beamed, snorting and chuckling a plenty. Another jest manifested on his tongue, one that would surely earn another shove. But if it meant furthering the moment, and chasing after those “damn processes,” he was powerless to stop it.

“Alright alright. Same time tomorrow then?”

#Narumitsu #Narumitsu fanfiction #Narumitsu smut #Wrightworth #Wrightworth fanfiction #Wrightworth smut #Miles Edgeworth #Phoenix Wright #NC-17 #ANOTHER ONE DOWN ANOTHER ONE DOWN #I've been working on this one for a hot minute and was worried my motivation would inevitability die out #BUT NO LOL #HERE SHE IS #SHE MADE IT #And thank goodness because GOD I just wanted to make them drown in each other #I just wanted them to savor each other like they deserve #I will never EVER tire of having them love each other so SO hard #they're so taken by each other your honor

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