#but I draw the line at domestic violence y'know

[isaac--r]

NEVER DATE A COP

[jjmbbg]

"Such a good girl"

cw: russell shaw x fem!reader, domestic little intro, oral sex (m!receiving), hair pulling, slight degradation, pubic hair ?? (in case someone whines about it lol)

(pics from pinterest)

Russell always has rough days, going around doing his own thing, helping people, sometimes annoying his not-so-little brother and such. Deal with the bills and such is also a problem —or rather, a pain in the ass.

But at least you were there to ease all of his problems. A light touch on his hand, a kiss on the cheek or your pretty ass on his lap were enough to make all his tensions fade away, at least momentarily.

Today, more than ever, he needed what only you knew how to give him. He dropped the keys of his car on the hall table, hanging his jacket on the coat rack by the door. With a heavy sigh, he walked into the living room, seeing you sitting on the couch with a steaming cup of green tea in your hands.

"Is that my t-shirt?" he asked you, walking towards you and sitting next to you. Then, he gathered you carefully on his arms and made you sit on his lap, kissing your cheek briefly.

"Yeah" you replied, adjusting yourself on his lap, taking a sip of your tea, then you brought the cup to Russell's lips.

"Y'know I ain't a tea fan" he chuckled, caressing your thigh with his calloused hand, leaving a tingly feeling on your skin.

"I'm in your lap, the least you can do is drink some of my tea" you protested, smiling as he gave in and took a sip of it, making a face of disgust. "It has sugar"

"I see"

Russell turned his head towards the TV, wondering what the hell were you watching, but all he saw was just naked people, then a little bit of violence and stuff.

"What's this?" he decided to ask, but when you murmured you didn't know he chuckled. "That's what was on TV, huh?"

You two stayed like that for a while, you sipping your tea, comforting him from his rough day with a small talk and a few kisses. He kept a hand on your thigh, drawing lazy patterns on your bare skin. At some point, you turned your head and looked at him affectionately, your hand leaving the cup on the coffee table and you turned at him to look at his face better.

Silently, your finger traced gently the lines of his face, the outline of his features: forehead, nose, lips and his beard. He smiled at you, leaning to give you a small kiss, his beard tickling your lips and chin, making you smile. Then you gave him another small kiss, and he gave another one.

But what was just little pecks, turned into hungry kisses, his hands cupping your face roughly, lips and teeth crashing into the heated dance of the kiss. He broke apart the kiss, both of you gasping for air. With choked in pleasure, he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face

"On your knees, sweetheart"

A thrill ran down your spine, it wasn't a question but an order. You felt yourself throb in your panties as you got on your knees between his thighs, your hands reaching the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them and sliding them along his boxers to his ankles. His thick, hard cock sprang free, standing at attention, making you lick your lips in anticipation.

"Go on, baby. I know you want it. Put it deep in that pretty mouth of yours" Russell instructed, seeing you eagerly lean on his crotch, lips hovering the hard-rock length. "Don't be shy, honey. We know you wanna be my little cocksleve, or am I wrong?"

You nodded, your hands reaching out, fingers wrapping around the base of Russell's shaft. It's hot and hard, pulsing against your palm. Eagerly, you parted your soft, pink lips opening your mouth. You extended your tongue, giving the tip a teasing lick, moaning at the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum. You looked up through your lashes, straight at his face, and smiled coyly.

"I'll make you feel good, Russ" you said to him, almost a soft purr from your throat.

Then, you leaned further and wrapped your lips around the head of Russell's pink cock, sealing your mouth on it, your lips forming a tight seal as you started to slid it deeper into your mouth. You can feel the hard length gliding over your tongue, filling your warm mouth in the way you loved like crazy. Your throat relaxed, taking Russell even deeper and feelinf the head hitting the back of your throat, and you swallowed around it, the muscles of your throat fluttering and massaging the sensitive flesh.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, humming in approval. He didn't pushed your head and didn't guide you, he just kept his hand there, enjoying the feel of your warm mouth bobbing up and down.

"That's my good little slut, huh? You're doing it so fucking well" he growled lowly, his hand twitching with the urge to push your head down and make you choke on him, but he held back.* "Don't stop. Mhm, just like that, babygirl"

You moaned against his cock, a mix of drool and his pre-cum sliding down your throat as you pumped his dick with your mouth. You took him deep, your nose brushing against the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. The musky scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, making your head spin with desire, making your cunt dampening your panties.

"Fuck, you're doing it amazing, honey. You were made to take my cock in that pretty mouth" he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. "My good little girl, taking me so well like a slut, gagging on me"

Your tongue swirled around the head, tracing the thick vein on the underside, teasing the sensitive spot just below the crown. His moans and the slurpy sound of your mouth made his cock twitch with need of release, the sight of your cheeks hollowing... God, he was gonna bust right here and there if you kept using your mouth like that.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you don't let up. You want his hot seed flooding your mouth, swallow every last drop of his cum.

You glanced up at Russell, his cock deep in your abused throat. The heat of his green gaze sends shivers down your body, redoubling your efforts, determined to make him come undone. You want to be the reason for his pleasure, the cause of his ectasy.

"Yeah, keep sucking me like that. I'm so close, baby" his voice was thick with pleasure, his lips parted letting his precious moans and head on the backrest of the couch, enjoying the way your mouth engulfed him, the wet heat enveloping his dick like a vice. "Take it all, baby. Love to see you choking on my cock"

Then again, Russell listened to the slurping sounds filling the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and your muffled moans and his choked ones. It was filthy, it was good, so fucking good.

His balls drew up tight as your tongue worked over and over the sensitive spot under the head. The pressure building, the coil pleasure winding tighter and tighter in his gut.

"Gonna cum," he warned, voice strained. "Gonna fucking come down your tight throat, and you're gonna swallow it like the good little slut you are"

You nodded as you bobbed your head up and down, moaning on his length, wanting him to finish in your mouth, needing him to. You shut your eyes close tightly as Russell held your head against his throbbing cock, a hoarse cry from the deep of his throat as he flooded your mouth and throat. His orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave.

Russell's body shuddered with the force of his release, his grip on your hair almost painful. He rode out the waves of pleasure, grinding against your face until he was spent, until he had nothing left to give.

You slipped his cock out from your mouth with a wet pop, a thread of saliva and cum still joining you two. He smiled at you as you swallowed his cum and hummed with need, rubbing your thighs each other, seeking some kind of relief.

"Looks like someone needs a little bit of touch, huh?" Russell teased you, pulling you into his lap. "Huh? What's this?" he teased, palming your clothed pussy, feeling the dampness of your panties. "Uh oh, looks like we have some problem here"

And with a guttural force, he teared off your panties.

"Russell!" you yelped amused and surprised, feeling his fingers sank into you.

"We ain't done yet"

[avillainousmagician]

I always tell my mum Tales from my Childhood that she didn’t know at the time and she is always so surprised by my aggressiveness and vindictiveness and general nastiness and sadism.

But that’s just how children are, isn’t it?

And I was not popular (undiagnosed autistic girl tends to mean Not Cool™) so it was the only way to get any power against fuckers. Because being smarter than them just made me get laughed at for special interests. I thought Knowing Everything About Animals was A Good Thing but nope, that got me bully-nick-named ‘The Animal Department’.

In fact, when we all got nicknames from teachers at the end of the P7 residential York trip, even the TEACHERS did it to me. I got 'Miss Sea-Life’ because when at the Sea Life Centre my arsehole of a P6 teacher was behind me and my pals as I was giving them a talk on White Tipped Reef Sharks and she found this HILARIOUS for some reason when I was just being informative because I knew a lot about marine biology for a 12 year old.

So yeah, I was nasty to people, but to people that deserved it (mostly. Not completely.)

But I always did it in a way where I couldn’t be caught. And after playtime or lunch when people were lining up at the teacher’s desk to grass on folk I’d go up to them and quiz them on whether they were telling on me or not. And they pretty much never were. And that was mainly a combination of me 'asking’ (threatening) them and the fact that no teacher would have EVER believed them. That was my brand of evil. That and salting slugs.

This shocks my mum but she also finds it kind of funny. I wasn’t like some kind of evil genius kingpin, I just had my methods to keep me comfortable. And yes some of those methods were violence, aggression and manipulation but they were effective so whatever. Nowadays I tend to just do charm and manipulation. Different rules in the real world versus the playground.

Essentially what I mean here is that bully victims aren’t always innocent wee precious flowers. Like, pretty much everything I was bullied for was unfair and I was treated pretty horribly by my peers and in general they were way worse than I was. But I still wasn’t lovely to my peers by any means.

There was also the fact that while the worst bullying I received was P2 and 3, that was general psychological abuse like in a domestic abuse situation but between 6 year old girls. It was only later on, when everyone else was growing up and I wasn’t, that I was 'othered’. And it was sort of in between these times that I was at my most nasty. Sort of P4-6. I still gave good memories of my class mostly having a good, friendly dynamic at that point. People liked my weirdness then. Not everyone, I still got a bit of bullying due to my being 'weird’. Y'know, the whole animal department thing and people deliberately winding me up because they knew I would properly get into a rage and they found that funny. I did LOATHE primary school, but not my classmates.

I was, of course, the only person not to cry on the last day and apparently that made me a 'robot’ but like, I HATED primary and couldn’t WAIT to get to secondary to do proper learning. And though worse shit happened at secondary, it was way more covert and classes were much better and in general I liked secondary school as much as someone who hates school can like school.

That was something that perplexed teachers. 'Lauren? You hate school? I wouldn’t have thought someone like you would hate school!’ And it was like, yeah, being one of the top people in the class did not mean I enjoyed school. I was very clever but that didn’t mean I liked doing the work I wasn’t interested in. I got great marks, but all I wanted to do was draw. Primary was boring because my primary school was lazy. End of story.