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okay so i've been thinking a LOT about the next avatar sequel , 'avatar: the seed bearer' and , as we all know , if you don't then SPOILER ALERT , neteyam is going to (most likely) be resurrected on that film + the protagonists will meet a new tribe called the ash people .
that is enough for me to make one hundred scenarios between neteyam and a member of the ash people (maybe the first child of their olo'eyktan), i've even picked out a name for them , i'm so invested in this !
p.s.: james cameron said that he will take a different direction w the ash people from what he did w the omaticaya & metkayina , he wants the na'vi as 'bad guys' this time , so imagine . . . the enemies -> lovers i'm dead
(omg i developed a whole story in the tags during my feverish fangirl moment)
#à»ê°àŸàœČ ËáË ê±àŸàœČá â lua latin#this is all in my imagination please don't take it seriously#but it would be so fun#maybe neteyam got stuck there#but they decide to keep him as hostage#the first child of their olo'eyktan is entrusted w watching over neteyam#they absolutely loathe each other at first#but slowly start warming up to each other and bonding over common interests#even though they are total opposites#neteyam shows them there is a better life out there#they run away from the ash people together when eventually jake and neytiri come to the rescue#or EVEN BETTER#they decide to stay because ultimately they don't think they are worthy of neteyam#but neteyam won't leave them so they have to lie and say that there was nothing between them to begin with . . .#ANGST#HEARTBREAK#CLIFFHANGER#to be continuedâ#thanks for coming to my ted talk#avatar fanfiction#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#neteyam sully#neteyam x reader#neteyam imagine#atwow spoilers#neteyam#avatar 3#avatar the seed bearer#à©â â (avatar) đ
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Between my joke about him and Ray hating each other in a Ghost Trick crossover and what I have planned with Mr. Mew post-Reel and Deal, I really do like giving Joshua beef with sentient objects, huh.
#spoilers: Mr. Mew is aware enough of his own existence to be Unamused by Joshua using him to keep Tsugumi hostage#he does not dislike Tsugumi; he's glad for his role in saving her. But Joshua kept him from his Mistress. They are now Foes.#(as Mr. Mew is y'know a CAT PLUSHIE his vengeance is necessarily limited by form but that will not stop him from trying!)#writing with regalli#Joshua: Yeah random objects really seem to dislike me! Neku: Maybe that's a you problem.#reel and deal#let the revels begin let the fire be started#still can't decide if Hanekoma and Ray are besties or oil and water for reasons which should be obvious on both counts!#they cannot be neutral.
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I'm not even, like, a super-fan of Jaime Lannister (my ASOIAF gray-male-character tastes run more towards Theon Greyjoy and Tyrion Lannister) and my affection for any show character is somewhat tempered by the show being pretty bad to REAL bad in the later seasons. But it was ridiculous to go "oh, he cannot change...he needs to go get crushed by a bunch of rocks with his sister/ex-lover...weren't we foolish to believe otherwise" after SO many scenes where he's like, "Hey, Cersei, I care about you but your political decisions are evil and also detrimental to everyone including yourself. I want to raise a child with you and make this work, even though we are brother and sister, but I gotta walk if you continue down this path. This is your first of four warnings that I will do that," and Cersei is like, "I am not changing my mind. Also, even though my decisions are stupid, I'm making them with a sound mind, unlike in the books. They're probably just stupid because it's the end of the show's run and the writing is deteriorating rapidly. Also, I'm taking a hit out on you."
It's like writing a character who's a heroin addict and having them relapse, but then you replace heroin with a favorite childhood snack that got discontinued in their country because it caused anal seepage, and then they had the chance to try it years later in another country and they're like "huh, this isn't good" and also they experience anal seepage, plus it's inconvenient to go to another country every time you want the Forbidden Off-Brand Little Debbie, which you never will because it's not good and has no addictive properties beyond I guess the instant gratification of a sugary snack, which you can get from other things that are nearby and taste better and don't cause anal seepage. But then they're like "I must go back to the country where I got the Forbidden Snack, even though it's an extremely dangerous warzone now." And then they die from being crushed by rocks while holding the Forbidden Snack. And the audience is like "why, though" and the showrunners are like "well, imagine that the Forbidden Snack is heroin, and the character just has to walk a few blocks to buy it. Surely you don't believe it's so easy to overcome drug addiction?"
#this isn't even a shipping thing for me#they didn't have to write j/c so that neither of them seemed to get anything out of it anymore#it is very funny that they accidentally had such a rational breakup by GOT standards#they practically just decided to go to different colleges#they were staying together for the kids#it's hard to keep a relationship going when one of you has queening to do and the other is traveling for business/being taken hostage#so really they were staying together for the kids#so after the kids got poisoned/jumped out of windows#she got a sassy short haircut and he relocated to the north#drugs tw#game of thrones#and. again. i can see him feeling obligated to go to her if she is losing her everloving shit like in the books due to problems they create#but he got an out and she didn't#but that's not the show
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the loumand relationship was actually crazy I canât believe it lasted for 77 years. like imagine dating a guy whoâs clearly not over his ex to the point that he hallucinates him when the two of you are on dates and even in bed with you and he says no when asked if youâre companions and you donât really have compatible lives because you are a coven leader and he doesnât really gaf about all that or the theater AND he has a daughter/sister but you donât wanna be a step parent and told her she should die. then you massively fuck him over and try to get him killed bc you donât trust that the relationship will last, but he survives (because of his ex) so you apologize and he tells you he will never forgive you, and then you guys meet up with the previously mentioned ex (who is also your ex, allegedly) who calls you a gremlin and your boyfriend rubs it in his face that heâs gonna stay with you forever just to hurt his feelings. right in front of you. and you literally got his daughter/sister killed so thereâs that elephant in the room forever. then you stay together for twenty more years while you lie to him the entire time about what happened in paris and he fucks and kills 100+ guys and youâre clearly mad about it but wonât tell him. you get into the worst argument ever where youâre both horrible to each other and intentionally bring up each others worst traumas to hurt each other and he reveals that he finds you boring and that spending twelve hours talking to some guy he just met about his ex was more interesting than being in a relationship with you for decades. so obviously you hold the guy hostage and psychologically torture him and then wipe both of their memories. then presumably the relationship continues in the same deranged fashion for fifty years, where you do stuff like build shelves he canât even reach because you can fly and he canât, but at least you got an ipad to play on in bed when the two of you are lying half a meter apart in bed. then he decides to bring back the same guy from 50 years ago to do another interview and you listen to him talking lovingly about your (allegedly) mutual ex and how good the sex was for hourssss. and somehow your solution to all of this is to make the marriage work by constantly lying, manipulating him, deleting memories from his brain and spinning a whole web of lies that you had to keep going for more than seventy years just so he wouldnât leave you for the ex. WHY ARE THE TWO OF YOU TOGETHER! why do you want to make this relationship last!! canât even go to couples therapy because this is a whole new type of fucked that they donât even teach in therapy school
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Headcanon: Wearing His Clothes
Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader
AN: I haven't done one of these in a while! This one was requested by the lovely @luci-in-trenchcoats. đ
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Fluff, spiciness/implied smut
Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you (getting caught) wearing his clothes.
Dean Winchester
Ugh, what a cocky SOB. đ (And yet, not the cockiest of them all.)
You've been doing it for weeks now, without comment from him.
But every time he sees you in one of his undershirts, getting ready for bed, it's always accompanied by a little once-over. A curve of his lips. A smirk, if you will.
He likes the look of you.
He likes that you're his.
And he likes the fact that you feel comfortable enough to steal his clothes.
He also likes welcoming you into bed next to him, with a hand running up your back, or venturing under whatever undershirt you've decided to slip on to feel the warmth of your skin.
"'S this mine?" he asks. You give him a quirking smile.
"You know it is," you say, with playful challenge.
Dean accepts that with a hum and leans in for a kiss as payment.
Sometimes that one stolen kiss leads to another, simmering with heat. And heâll take great pleasure in taking back his shirt, casting it to the floor and rolling you underneath him on the bed.
But it doesn't stop at his undershirts. You steal his plaid ones if you want something to comfortably drown in when you're doing research, or just lounging in the bunker. The material is soft from several hundred washes. (The red and black one is one of your favorites.)
Rare though it is for him to wear hoodies, it's rarer still, because Dean can never even find one in his side of the dresser.
That's because you're keeping it hostage on your side, buried under your lingerie. (Even if he tried to find the hoodie, odds are heâll get distracted.)
It gets to the point where he can hardly find anything of his.
His brows furrow as he rucks through his drawers for something clean to wear, while clad in only his most threadbare sweatpants.
"Damn it, woman. Where are my shirts?" he grouses.
You bite your lip and pretend to keep reading your book. You're already safe in bed, covered up to your chest by the blankets.
"I don't know. Have you done your laundry?" you ask, smiling to yourself. Dean catches you, with a suspicious brow raise.
He climbs into bed and snatches the covers away from you. You yelp at the suddenness and try to grab at them, but it's too late.
He discovers that you're wearing one of his newer shirts, which he had to buy to replace the ones he just can't seem to find.
"Are you kidding me? This is Theft in the First goddamn Degree!" he exclaims, even though he's close to laughing at the way you're already giggling. He manages to pin you underneath him on the bed, and he has half a mind to take this shirt back as well, by whatever means necessary.
And yes, tickling is one of those means.
"Sweetheart, for the love of God. Why do you keep taking my shit?" he asks, in a way that's half-serious in his frustration, but also half-teasing.
You shrug shamelessly, still smiling. You run your hands up his bare arms and shoulders, and back down his chest.
"I don't know. It's comfortable," you say. But your eyes lower as your face begins to warm with a blush. "Makes me feel safe...like you're always with me."
At that, the tension in Dean's shoulders eases. His smile can't help but soften around the edges as he looks down on you, now with fondness. After a while, he lets out a deep sigh.
"All right," he says.
You grin, because you know he's given up. You lean up for a kiss that successfully distracts him.
Dean still gets annoyed sometimes when he can't find a specific item of clothing in his drawer, but now, all he has to do is go over to your side of the dresser.
There he knows he'll eventually find what he's looking for.
Beau Arlen
Heh, in this episode of âWhose Hat is it Anywayâ...
Beau's wardrobe reminds you of a cowboy in modern times.
Lots of browns and beiges, lots of slacks and buttoned-down shirts tucked in with an army of belts to choose from (even though the man only owns a few pairs of boots). Not to mention a slew of jackets that often pull the look together.
But being that he's new to Montana (specifically, Montana winters), you like to buy him sweaters. Cable-knits and soft ones in earth tones that you think bring out his eyes.
Beau accepts whatever you get him and graciously wears them. He trusts your judgment on what looks good on him, and he appreciates the way you think of him.
It's just one of those ways, however small, that you show that you care and that you're looking out for him.
One night while he's working late, however, you find yourself trying to reorganize the closet. The man is "organized chaos" at best, and you find one of his sweaters on the floor. It's a nice burgundy one that you bought him recently.
Ooh, so soft, you think, while feeling the fabric between your fingers.
You don't know what possesses you, but you decide to slip out of your pajamas and try it on yourself.
SO damn soft, you realize, as you practically drown in the sweater. It hangs about to mid-thigh.
Then you see one of his beige Stetsons hanging on the wall. A sneaking smile curves your lips, before you slip on his hat.
To complete the ensemble, you dig into the recesses of your closet and find a pair of your old cowboy boots. You go out into the bedroom and check yourself out in the mirror with a growing smirk.
"Hey there, darlin'," you try to impersonate your boyfriend's subtle Texan twang, and even his mannerisms by winking at yourself, tipping the hat forward.
You giggle at your own silliness in this moment, but alone in your own house, who freakin' cares? You should feel free to dance naked through the whole damn place if you feel like it.
So you spin on your heel and do a little twirl in your boots.
"Who's the sheriff now, huh?" You mime a pair of guns with your hands and shoot at your reflection. "Psh, psh!"
But that's when you catch sight of one Beau Arlen, leaning against the bedroom doorway with his arms crossed. An amused grin is plastered to his face.
You freeze in shock, still with your "gun hands" held up.
"Oh, don't stop the show on my account," Beau says slyly. He gestures at you. "Please, continue."
Your hot blush spreads from your cheeks and quickly begins to travel down your neck. "Uh...I was just...you know, cleaning the closet. You're very messy, you know!"
Beau snorts and draws closer. Those green eyes of his take in the full sight of you, down your bare thighs and cowboy boots, and back up to your embarrassed face. You bite your bottom lip on reflex.
"You know, I like what you got goin' on here," he says, waving a hand down your form. "But it's just...it's missing something."
He takes his badge with the gold star off his belt and pins it to your sweater.
"There you go. Perfect fit," he says, even as his hand slides up the slope of your back. You find yourself pulled further into his orbit as you try (and fail) to stamp down a smile.
"You're late, you know," you remind him. Beau bows his head and presses a kiss into your neck. You feel his smirk there.
"I'm sorry, Sheriff. Gonna arrest me, or let me off with a warning?" he teases. His other hand comes up to adjust the hat on your head. You smirk and cling to his arms over his dark brown jacket. It's one of his nicer ones.
"I think I can let you off," you play along. You lean up to skim your lips across his cheek, and closer to his ear. "But only for good behavior."
He has to chuckle then. "I can accept those terms..."
Beau's hands slip under your stolen sweater and begin to slide it up your body, inch by inch.
"Though I'm gonna need you to keep the boots on," he says lowly, just before he claims you with a searing kiss.
Soldier Boy (Ben)
Oh, here we go. đ
As with most things, it's a point of pride for Ben.
He'd prefer you be too fucked out to move, let alone put on clothes after he's finished with you.
On the rare occasion that your body doesn't feel too much like warm molasses after a few hot rounds with your boyfriend, you like to at least grab one of his discarded shirts to cover yourself.
If he still has energy, he'll take that as a challenge. He'll try to slip his hands underneath whatever shirt you've found and divest you of it, so he can start devouring you again.
However. Ben does like seeing you in his clothes, in a possessive, claiming way.
There are days when you just want to be swallowed up in one of his large, comfortable shirts as you lounge about the house.
Ben sometimes watches you putter around, cleaning, working, cooking, reading, or watching TV in nothing but his clothes. He wonders if you're even wearing panties. You could be bare faced with a severe case of bed head, but his eyes will still occasionally follow you.
His expression doesn't reveal too much, but he likes it. (And because you know him, you know it too.)
Maybe he'll catch you as you pass by, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. You startle with a yelp, but then you grab onto his arms and smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" you tease.
"Think you can just walk by me, looking sexy as fuck?" he remarks. He steals a slow, thorough kiss. You cup his face and bring him back in for more, tenderly stroking his cheek.
"You know why I like wearing your stuff?" you ask. Your smile hints at teasing.
Ben arches a brow. "Why?"
"Because it keeps you looking," you reply. And you reach a hand around to slap his ass, for good measure.
Then you saunter away from him to get back to what you were doing.
Or at least, you try to.
Ben grabs your hand and pulls you back towards him, back into the cage of his arms, where he falls back into the trap you've so often laid. And he finishes what you started.
AN: Well, then. đ I hope you guys enjoy this! Who had your favorite reaction: Dean, Beau, or Ben? đ
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The escalation of the Pearl-Joel feud is so funny to me. For those not keeping up:
1.) Pearl defeats Joel in a netherite gathering race. His punishment is that he has to advertise her purpur shop and get at least 3 people to buy from her.
2.) Joel achieves his punishment by sending people spam mail with a tone that makes it sound like Pearl is holding him hostage and wonât let him see the sun again unless he sells her purpur. Pearl is less than amused.
3.) Pearl receives repeated spam mail that is supposedly written by her (it is not) that contains purpur and an advertisement for her shop. She comes to the natural conclusion that it is Joel who sent this.
4.) Joel vehemently denies that it is him sending the messages. Pearl does not believe him. When she receives several shulker boxes with purpur in them at once, along with the same letter, she decides to get her revenge by sending all of them back to him.
5.) Joel builds a massive shulker box on top of Pearlâs base, containing nothing except 14 blocks of purpur and a lectern with 18 pages of the message âBUY SOME PURPURâ. Pearl has stated that she has plans for revenge, which I am eagerly anticipating her executing.
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Giant! König Headcanons
Warnings: 18+, Creep! König, Perverted! König, König Owns a Cum Jar, Size Difference, Giant! König, Size Kink, Sadistic! König, Abuse of Power, Dub-Con, Cum Soaking, Attempts at Forced Impregnation, Implied Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Hostage Situation, Human Pet! Reader, Physical Violence, Human! Reader, Fem! Reader.
Giant! König captures you after he catches you sneaking around his castle, trying to loot something of value to take back to your impoverished village.
Giant! König immediately jumps at the opportunity to take you as his human pet, throwing you into a nearby jar and closing the lid, observing you like a spider beneath a glass.
Giant! König who, after deciding he wants to keep you long-term instead of turning your body into the sprinkles atop his ice cream, creates a more sustainable living space for you after discovering youâre not as durable as he thought (almost suffocating, dehydrating, and starving to death whilst being held in that damn jar).
Giant! König surprises you with a dollhouse of his own design: a door that locks from the outside, windows too small for you to crawl through, and walls made of a material too strong for your tiny utensils to burrow through.
Giant! König doesnât take long to start using you for his own pleasure â almost like he has no other outlet; like he was just waiting for this opportunity to come.
Giant! König who, whenever he feels like punishing you, puts you in The Jar and stares you down whilst stroking his cock, gigantic even in comparison to other giantsâ. He grunts, berating you, telling you how heâd âFill you with my cock if you werenât so small â bet I could crush you with it if I wanted to.â
When heâs ready, he cums into the jar â all over you â thick and heavy, almost drowning you with just one spurt of his load.
He loves watching you struggle to keep your head above the viscous pool heâs trapped you in as you literally swim in his semen, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to âGet me out, please!â.
Heâll often leave you in there without clothes to try and teach you a lesson. Until it turns into another reason â to breed you â which you accidentally sparked in him when you told him to be careful! Youâll end up getting me pregnant!
Giant! König canât get your words out of his head, the primal urges heâs suppressed for so long unearthed by your pleas for him to spare you, if only once.
Giant! König knows heâs way too big to fit inside you, so this â cumming profusely into a jar heâs encased you in whilst giving you no means of refusing his attempts â is the next best thing.
Giant! König gets off on the sheer size difference between the two of you â the fact that youâre entirely dependent on him for your survival. Makes him feel like the kind of giant heâs supposed to be; strong and well-seeded.
Giant! König lays awake at night and fantasises about having a family, a far-off dream until you came along. Itâs all he can think about as the image of you, his tiny wife, swollen to an almost painful degree as you bear his children, floods his mind, makes his cock twitch â harden. He resists the urge to relieve himself of this burden, preferring to save every ounce of his seed for you rather than wasting even a drop of it.
Giant! König who, despite hisâŠquestionable treatment of you, does try to treat you well. He lets you eat as much as you want, both because he knows you come from a poor background and because he has to keep you healthy to bear his offspring â especially since he knows theyâll be quite big compared to you.
Giant! König enjoys questioning you about your life before him, how humans work, what they do all day, whether the stereotypes of them all being lustful, pride-driven, creatures are true.
If you validate any part of this stereotype, heâll use that as an excuse to sink you in even more of his cum, to subject you to the task of sitting on his cock (horizontally, might I add) while he commands you to get yourself off by humping the shaft.
Manâs had no outlet for basicall all his life â heâs feral.
Giant! König loves to watch you while youâre tucked up in your dollhouse, observing everything you do. Humans are a rarity in the Giant Lands, so to have one in his home is a mythic occurrence.
Giant! König loves showing you off; he thrives on the reaction he gets when his friends see you. Youâre, as stated before, a rarity in their parts, often used as a delicacy rather than a pet since humans arenât particularly sturdy compared to giants, so managing to keep one alive is something of a status symbol in itself; the mark of a truly capable mate (hence captive humans are often given as courting gifts between giants).
However, König is also highly protective of you â especially after he caught Horangi (another giant heâd been showing you off to) goading you â harassing you â stroking his cock, telling you to âLick the tip. Never felt a human tongue before.â
Needless to say, König never invited him around again after that.
Giant! König is, obviously, good with his hands and technical know-how. Thus, if his method of soaking you in his semen doesnât work when trying to knock you up, heâll create some unlawful contraption to make it inevitable.
Despite his size, König has managed to make a tiny glass syringe that heâs packed with his cum, holding you down easily with one hand as he presses the tip to your entrance, pumping you full of his seed.
He struggles to contain how the scene â the feeling â of you trying desperately to fight him off, to stop him from filling you, makes him feel. You have to watch the bulge between his legs grow as the feeling of being filled past full overcome you.
Giant! König does this as many times as he likes until he knows his seedâs taken, when you start showing. Which, considering how big his offspring will be, is pretty early on.
He definitely makes maternity clothes for you â comfortable garments that show the swell of your stomach as the weeks crawl by into months.
Giant! König loves bathing you, too. Especially after heâs covered you in his cum.
Thereâs something so intimate and gentle about it â a scarcity in the Giant Lands. Having something so small and fragile in his hands, knowing that he can crush you in his grip at any moment, makes him feelâŠresponsible. Trustworthy.
Giant! König will never let you go, btw. You can try to run as much as you want, but heâll always catch up to you, his human pet.
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in omnia paratus
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: Spencer's been on the fence with his feelings for you. Due to his past traumas heâs decided to keep his feelings hidden. Until youâre caught in a dangerous situation at work
WC: 3.5 k
A/N: I am SO SORRY this took so long. Iâve been sitting on this for two months because I was being a perfectionist and had writer's block. Thank you so much to the person who requested this idea and I hope yaâll like it! beta read by @whats-yesterday00
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Protective!spencer, Friends to lovers, age gap (25 and idk 33 or 34), during season 9 (sadly no post prison Reid, I refuse to watch the show after Derek & Hotch leave), Maeve is impliedÂ
Warnings!: mentions of murder, stalking, gunshot wounds, hostage situation and incorrect info about hostage situation cause Idk I'm not in the FBI
Everyone knew Spencer Reid had a soft spot for you. Well, everyone except for you.Â
Since the moment you met youâve been on his mind.Â
âDo you know how old she is?âÂ
âNo, how old is she?âÂ
â25!â Penelope squeaked before being shushed by Rossi.Â
âWow, sheâs gotta be the youngest person to ever be in the BAU. Well, second to genius over here,â JJ commented while pointing to Reid.Â
âThatâs if she gets the job,â Morgan added.Â
They were all crowded around the desks in front of Hotchâs office. The blinds were cracked and they could just barely make out the woman seated across from their boss for an interview.Â
Due to the increase in caseload after Alex joined, Hotch made the request to add an additional member of the team. After interviewing a few people that didnât pan out, he heard quite a bit about you from your supervisor saying how well youâve done with the FBI and youâd be an exceptional fit for the team.
Then of course Penelope looked up everyone who was interviewing with Hotch. You being her most recent victim.Â
âHow long has she been with the FBI?â Alex questioned.Â
âThree years,â Penelope answeredÂ
âWhat? Did she join right after college?âÂ
âNot right away. She graduated early and got experience with law enforcement first.âÂ
Spencer sat at his desk quietly while everyone was peering into Hotchâs office. Not to say he wasnât nosy as well. You were already behind the blinds when he arrived for work.Â
âOh theyâre shaking hands! That has to be a good sign,â Penelope cheered.Â
Morgan turned to the window, âItâs definitely not a bad one.âÂ
Her eyes widened before loudly whispering, âOh no theyâre leaving. Disperse.âÂ
She scurried off in her heels towards Derekâs desk while he followed behind with a grin. JJ, and Rossi averted their eyes from Hotchâs office and found Alexâs desk far more interesting.Â
All while Spencerâs attention was brought to the woman led down the stairs by his boss. It felt like his heart stopped beating when he saw how beautiful you were. He was brought back to earth as Hotch introduced you to the rest of the team.Â
âThis is Dr. Spencer Reid,â he gestured to the man sitting at his desk.Â
You offered him a small wave and a kind smile, âNice to meet you.âÂ
It became quite obvious you two would get along very well. From very early on conversation flowed incredibly well between the two of you. There were very few people that he felt were easy to talk to because of his niche interests and the way he would ramble spitting facts left and right.Â
But he never had to worry about saying the wrong thing or talking too much with you. You often were a content listener or you would even match his passion on certain subjects. Most were topics Spencer already knew about.Â
When you first met Spencer you didnât know the Dr in his name meant he held 3 PhDâs or that he was quite literally a genius.Â
So you were often telling stories or facts you found interesting that he already knew. In fact, almost every âfun factâ you brought up, he knew about already. Â
But he never interrupted you. He always was listening intently to what you had to say. Like he was hearing about it for the first time.Â
At some point you learned of his eidetic memory and how vast his knowledge was. It was during a case where you found out and mentioned it to him.Â
âReid, remember when we were at the harbor and I mentioned that thing about sharks?â You hesitated, âdid you know that already?â
âYes,â he guiltily admitted.Â
You partially deflated suddenly feeling that the whole tangent you went on was pointless. âWhy did you let me go on and on if you already knew?âÂ
His eyes softened, âbecause I wanted to hear you talk about it.âÂ
That was when his feelings started to peek through. As the months went on it only grew and grew. And you were none the wiser.
To the average person, it might not seem like much. Perhaps you were just good friends. But to a team of profilers (and best friends) it was painfully obvious.Â
It was almost painful the way he looked at you with a longing in his eyes. Or when his gaze immediately turned to you to catch your reaction or smile.Â
It was obvious by the way he found any excuse to bring you up in conversation. Or how in conversation with you he would mirror your mannerisms and lean closer to you.Â
As well as the things he remembered about you or the little things he did for you. Like the countless coffee cups he bought for you from his favorite coffee shop before work. And when he saw you struggling to find something or open something he was always right there to help.Â
Spencer Reid had feelings for you. Feelings so deep that he couldnât pull the roots out even if he tried.Â
He didnât know what to do with his feelings exactly. He hadnât felt this strongly for someone since ⊠well for a while. He was terrified of history repeating itself.Â
He couldn't lose you. Heâd seen first hand what this job did to him, what it did to Hotch. Their loved ones ripped away from them too soon.
So for now at least, he kept his feelings to himself.Â
Well, until your last case.Â
The BAU was called in on a case that just turned serial. They found the unsub to be a man named Mark, who started killing because his girlfriend cheated on him. The first two victims reminded him of the man she cheated with. When that didnât satisfy him, he hunted down and killed the other man.Â
Now the team and SWAT was stationed outside a bus that Mark was holding hostage. He stalked his ex-girlfriend and tracked down the new city bus she took.Â
The officers couldnât get a clear shot of him because of where he was standing and he kept using the passengers as shields. Rossi was currently on the phone with him trying to make negotiation terms and get some of the people off the bus. Mark however was incredibly stubborn and didnât want to let his leverage go.Â
So Rossi asked about the children on the bus and if Mark would be willing to let them off. They were met with silence on the other end of the phone, contrary to his previous behavior where he loved to hear himself talk.Â
After a short pause the phone spoke. âIâll only send out the kids if you send in an agent.âÂ
Rossi shifted his weight and crossed his arms. âAre there any other circumstances youâre willing to send out the children for?â he asked.Â
âNope,â he said with a pop at the end of the word.Â
A look of concern was quickly exchanged between Rossi and Hotch. While their faces didnât reveal much, their eyes spoke volumes.Â
âHow about this,â the unsub continued. âIâll send out their moms too.âÂ
Rossiâs eyebrows furrowed slightly at the eagerness to comply from the criminal. âYouâll send out the children and their mothers if we send in one of our agents?âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
Rossi returned his eyes to Hotch who stood rigid and tall with his arms folded. He was met with an approving nod before returning to the call.Â
âAlright, we can agree to those terms.âÂ
âOh and agent Rossi?â Mark perked.Â
âYes?â
âSend in a girl.â
There was a tension that quietly branched out between the agents listening to the phone call.Â
âWhy do you want a woman?â Rossi asked, clearly changing the dialogue used.
âIâm losing too many ladies sending out these moms. I want one back,â he replied with a cockiness to his voice.Â
Ross confirmed they could send in a female agent. Almost immediately after the unsub hung up, you volunteered to be the agent going on the bus. Â
âIâll do it.â
Spencerâs head shot in your direction. âNo you're not.â His voice was laced with concern and a hint of demand. Â
âReid-â
âHe specifically asked for a woman. We donât know what heâs planning, heâs devolving.â
âAnd Iâm willing to take that risk to make sure those kids are safe,â You defended yourself.Â
You turned to your boss waiting for his thoughts. Hotch knew youâd been exposed to enough high tension scenarios to know what you were doing. But just like any member of his team, he silently hesitated, worrying for your safety.Â
He took a breath before meeting your eyes again. âSend her in.âÂ
Right before you were led to the bus, Hotch took off the holster on his ankle and handed it to you. âSome extra protection in case something happens.â You couldnât hear the concern in his voice, but you saw it clear as day in his eyes.Â
You made your way to the bus and saw through the window Mark holding a gun to the driver and telling him to open the door. You stepped on and the doors closed quickly behind you. The unsub took a long look at you, panning up and down.Â
âWell how about that. Arenât you a beauty? He said with a cheeky grin.Â
You tried your hardest not to look disgusted with him. Instead you kept your composure and spoke with courage and a confident demeanor.Â
âYou this flirty with all your hostages?â you asked plainly.
As he gazed down at your legs his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He bent down and with the gun in his hand, pushed away the bottom of your pants leg. When he saw the gun in the holster, he tsked.Â
âYou always carry this much dead weight on you?âÂ
He stood back up and put his hand out, âhand it over, I told them no weapons.âÂ
You reluctantly took off Hotchâs holster and placed it in the unsubs hand. Your one line of defense was gone.Â
The longer you were on the bus, the more anxious Spencer got. He knew you were an exceptional profiler, and you had enough experience and skill to handle yourself in situations like this.Â
But that couldnât stop the ache in his stomach or the fact that his heart rate could power a car by now.Â
He stood closer to the bus now to get a clearer view of the windows. They managed to successfully get the children and moms off and to safety, but you werenât safe. Spencer figured you were trying to negotiate with the unsub, but that was going nowhere. This was confirmed when Rossi tried calling him again but every call was ignored.Â
This unsub was stubborn as hell. He knows he trapped himself, but didnât want to back down. At least he didnât want to go quietly.Â
Spencer was talking with the rest of the team trying to devise a plan when the gunshots were fired. The team immediately ran back to the cacophony on the bus.Â
More shots were fired, he didnât know where from. He didnât care.Â
He just needed to get to you.Â
When he got a decent view through one of the windows that hadnât shattered he saw you. Your hand over arm in pain but still standing in front of the civilians to protect them. The unsub stalking over to you, gun in hand and smacking you over the head with it. You slammed against the chairs and fell to the floor.Â
Spencer's face paled. He swore he was going to throw up.Â
Through the fog of his mind Spencer saw Morgan escorting Mark off the bus, his hands now behind his back in cuffs.Â
He rushed past them, clambering through the door and up the stairs to get to you, calling your name.Â
âReid?â he heard your small tired voice through the crowd.Â
He followed it to you, laying on the ground struggling to open your eyes and clutching your left arm.Â
He crouched down to your level with a gentle hand on your uninjured arm.Â
âHey, Iâm here. Iâm right here,â he comforted.Â
âMy head hurts,â you mumbled.
His eyes softened, âI know. I think you might have a concussion, you need to go to the hospital.âÂ
You slowly started to fade out of consciousness. Spencerâs heart dropped and his hand moved from your arm to your face.Â
âNo no no no stay with me okay?â he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
âStay with me sweetheart,â he consoled.
Your eyes stopped struggling to stay open and finally made their close. His other hand rushed to your pulse point as he called for a medic.
Time seemed to stand still while Spencer sat next to your hospital bed waiting for you to wake up. He couldnât leave your side. He didnât want to.Â
You were okay. You were laying in the bed in front of him. But of course in his mind he ran through all the possible scenarios of how things couldâve gone worse, how things couldâve gone better. What wouldâve happened if you didnât have your gun taken away, or if the unsub got angry that you tried to bring a gun in. What if he didnât lose his cool and start firing. What if you never went inside in the first place.Â
And with all of those possible scenarios, the same thought plagued him.Â
He was wrong.Â
Before he was too scarred from past traumas to reveal just how much you meant to him. Not wanting to repeat the past and lose yet another person he loved cared for.Â
But now, after seeing you in danger right in front of him, now he was terrified at the thought of you never knowing. He was now more scared you would never know how much he loved the way your nose crinkled when you smiled. How he thought the sound of your voice could cure any ailment he had. How he admired your strength and desire to protect others. How you could light up anyone's mood by just being you. How he could listen to you for hours, even if you were lecturing him on things heâd known like the back of his hand.
To him it was a whole new experience hearing it from you.Â
Spencer was pulled from his thoughts as you stirred awake. He saw your eyes adjust to the bright fluorescent lights ahead. He quickly got up to dim the lights for you.Â
When he returned to his seat you smiled at him, âhi.âÂ
âHi,â he smiled back. Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
You sighed. âLike shit,â you complained with a hint of humor.Â
âThe doctor said you have a minor head injury, bruised ribs, and the shot to your arm thankfully didnât break any bones.âÂ
âFun,â you said sarcastically.Â
A moment of silence passes between you two. He doesnât exactly know what to say. How do you casually tell your friend and coworker you have a crush on them?Â
There is no casual way.Â
âYou called me sweetheart,â you broke the silence.Â
He furrowed his eyebrows, âWhat?âÂ
You fidget with the blanket, âearlier, when I passed out on the bus. You called me sweetheart.â
He searches his mind for the memories of the day. When he finds the memory he realizes in the heat of the moment the term of endearment slipped out.Â
He wasnât aware you heard it.Â
âI did,â he confirmed as his ears flushed.
âWhy?â you asked curiously.Â
He didnât know how to tell you that heâs wanted to call you that for weeks now. So instead he settled with-
âIt just ⊠felt right.âÂ
âOh,â you replied quietly.
Spencer tensed up at your response.Â
âIf I crossed the line-âÂ
âNo. Of course not,â you interrupted with a comforting voice.Â
The corners of your mouth lifted and cheeks dusted pink. âI thought it was sweet. You donât normally say stuff like that.â Â
His heart warmed at your confession and a smile spread on his face.Â
âYou thought me calling you sweetheart was sweet?â he lightly teased.
âShut up,â you chuckled, rolling your eyes. âYou know what I mean.âÂ
Your laughter was cut short by a sharp pain in your abdomen. You bit down on your lip and gripped the side of the bed in pain.Â
The reality that you were injured on the job was rushing back to him.Â
He licked his lips, his nervous unconscious habit.Â
âI was really worried about you.â
âI know.â
âNo, you donât,â he interjected.Â
âThe entire time you were on that bus I was sick to my stomach. Terrified that something bad was gonna happen and it did,â he started to ramble.Â
You leaned closer to him. âBut Iâm okay Reid.â
âYou still got hurt. He shot you for christ sake!â his voice raising in pitch and volume.Â
âReid-â
âHe lashed out at you! You couldâve died!âÂ
âSpencer,â you said firmly, pulling his attention towards you.Â
He never heard you say his name before. No matter how many times he said you could call him Spencer, you still called him Reid. Hearing his name fall from your lips was like the consistency of honey.
You placed your hands on his face caressing his cheek. His golden eyes meet yours.Â
âIâm alright. Iâm still here,â you consoled.Â
âBut if-â
âSpencer.â
âPlease,â he pleaded. âItâs important.âÂ
You nodded your head, signaling for him to continue. He gently grabbed your wrists and brought your hands in his. He took a deep breath before he decided to spill the thing that had been eating away at his heart.Â
âI have feelings for you. I have for a long time. Almost as long as youâve been at the BAU,â he started.Â
With your hands in his he started tracing his thumb over your knuckles.Â
âIf we donât have work I count down the days until I can see you again. When I do see you I desperately want to see you smile, see you happy. And if Iâm the one that causes that smile, it makes my whole day. Thatâs why I never interrupted when you talked about something I already knew. The way your face lit up when you talked with such passion was the highlight of my day.âÂ
âFor months I was scared of my feelings and I kept them to myself. I was too scared to admit how much I liked you because I-â his hold on your hands tightened.
âI know what it feels like to lose someone. This job takes so much from us; I never wanted it to take you.âÂ
Spencer let out a breath he didnât know he was holding in.Â
âToday I realized it would be more painful if I went the rest of my life not telling you, than having even a fraction of a moment with you.â
A moment of silence danced between you two. Your head reeling from his confession, heart beating so hard you could feel it in your bones. Your palms sweaty from holding onto Spencers, but still neither of you let go.Â
The silence was deafening, plaguing him.Â
âPlease ⊠say something,â he begged.Â
Your lash line was collecting tears that you simultaneously tried blinking away. Your eyes found his tie less intimidating than his gaze.
âI never thought you would like me back,â you said with a soft tone.Â
Spencer's cheeks turned red as his heart started melting. âI do.âÂ
You brought your eyes back to his. That precious smile on his face was infectious.Â
âListen,â you squeezed his hands. âIâm not going anywhere. So you have as much time with me as you want.âÂ
Spencer's eyes softened at your words. He raised your hands and placed a loving kiss on your knuckles.Â
The two of you were too lost in eachother to notice the footsteps towards the room.Â
âHey, I found some Jello for her if she-â Alex abruptly stopped once she noticed what she walked into.Â
You both awkwardly pulled your hands away from each other; you fiddling with the hospital blanket, him rubbing his palms on his slacks.Â
âSo, feeling better?â she asked hesitantly.Â
âMuch,â you answered, still a bit flustered.Â
âGood, good to hear,â She tried not to sound too smug, but the small smile on her face said otherwise.Â
She raised and shook the jello container in her hand.Â
âIâm gonna leave this here,â she placed it on the table. âIâll be back in a bit.âÂ
âThanks Blake,â you thanked as she left.Â
Once she was gone you quietly giggled and mumbled âoh my god,â under your breath.Â
âYou know, she kept teasing me asking when I was going to ask you out. And donât even get me started on Morgan,â he chuckled, shaking his head.Â
Your jaw dropped and eyes furrowed. âDid everyone else know but me?âÂ
He pressed his lips in a thin line, âpretty much.âÂ
âI must be a shitty profiler,â you half joked.
âAbsolutely not,â he said in the most comforting voice. He brushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear.Â
âYouâre an amazing profiler.âÂ
You smiled that smile he loved so much. The one where you couldnât hide your joy and your nose crinkled.Â
âSo, how do you think youâll spend all those moments with me?â you inquired with a bit of a teasing tone.Â
âDoing anything sweetheart,â he answered seriously. He looked at you with awe written all over your face. âI'm ready for anything with you.âÂ
âin omnia paratusâ - ready for anything
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Winter Gem
Thranduil x Female Elf Reader
Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort
Word Count: 1.8k
Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.
A/N: For @firelightinferno
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âThe first snows have arrived.â
âIt has come early.â
Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. âIndeed.â
You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.
âYou look ready for your hunt,â observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.
âYes,â reply softly. âI plan on heading out for a bit.â
His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. âIn this weather?â
You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduilâs gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.
âIs my king telling me I cannot?â Youâre teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.
âAs long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.â Even though Thranduilâs tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.
Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.
Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if theyâve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.
In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.
âEnjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.â
You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.
It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.
Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. Itâs the first time heâs been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.
While tracking, he lost something precious.
Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.
He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.
This huntâyour huntâis about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.
Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But youâve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.
Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.
As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. Itâs not ideal, but you can manage.
Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, itâs sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.
Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.
âFound you.â
The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.
The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.
Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.
Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.
Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.
The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. Itâs freezing. Temperature isnât usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. Itâs as if youâve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.
You walk and walk, and you have no idea if youâve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and youâre not sure how far youâve gone, or if youâre simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps youâre imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.
Youâre not dressed for this sort of weather.
And youâre tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesnât seem so bad. Itâs fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.
As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.
You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.
A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesnât seem real.
There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.
âThranduil,â you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.
âI found you, my star.â
There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.
You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.
Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.
âYouâre awake.â Thranduilâs voice is a gentle, comforting hug.
Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.
âYou came looking for me,â you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.
âDid you think I would not?â he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.
You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. âWhen did you start to worry?â
Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. âWhen the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.â You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. âI gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.â He pauses. âIâm not sure my heart could take any more loss.â
The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. âI do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.â
Thranduil nods. âThere is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.â
âPerhaps I strayed too close,â you murmur.
âPerhaps,â replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.
Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.
He does not release your hand. âI know why you left.â
âThranduilââ
âYou did not need to explain. I understand why.â Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. âI am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.â
You turn into his touch. âThat ring is important to you.â
âMany things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.â
Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. âAre you mad?â
âNever.â
âWill you hold me?â
âFor as long as you like.â
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Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x fem!Reader
Synopsis: After being captured by The Ghoul, he had dragged you through the hot desert of the Wasteland. You were so thirsty, and youâd do anything for a drink of water. And you meant anything. Tags: Smut, Practically No Plot, Humiliation, Begging, Spit, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Thigh Riding, Biting, Hate Sex(?), maybe OOC The Ghoul but I think I got it right, Not Beta Read, there's still consent because i canât write severe noncon Author's Note: i had so many âwhy am i writing thisâ moments yet i still finished it iâm so sorry.Â
You donât think youâve ever been this thirsty in your life.Â
Scratch that, you donât think anyoneâs ever been as thirsty as you currently are.Â
Even though you had no saliva left to swallow, you tried anyway, your throat feeling like sandpaper. It caused you to cough, earning a disgruntled noise from the ghoul currently holding you hostage.Â
The Ghoul. Infamous bounty hunter and the cruelest person youâd ever met. Of course, you only found out who he was after he captured you. Youâd never even heard of a ghoul until a few days ago, your sheltered life in Vault 14 withholding information about the surface to you.Â
You wished you were back home, suffocating as it was. At home, you wouldnât be forced to walk countless miles under the boiling Wasteland sun. At home, you wouldnât have a lasso around your neck, preventing you from running off. And even if you did manage to somehow escape the rope confines, youâd seen how accurate of a shot he was. Heâd kill you before you managed to keep a foot away from him.Â
You glanced back at him, The Ghoul, who had his sawed-off shotgun casually trained on you. He seemed unaffected by the heat, by the sun beating down on your faces. His hat made sure of that, and you supposed that you didnât have to worry about sunburn if all your exposed skin was melted by radiation.
It had been hard, looking at him at first. After spending your entire life surrounded by ânormalâ humans, it was a shock seeing him for the first time. Youâd seen burn scars before, sure, but never this severe, every inch of him covered in them. Of course, that wasnât the most off-putting part. That had to be the complete lack of nose, an empty socket where the cartilaginous appendage should be.Â
It unsettled you deeply, but you found that you couldnât stop looking at him, a sick part of your brain enjoying it. You didnât dare delve into that part of your mind right now, though, your current circumstance is significantly more important.Â
He had stopped you in Filly, and after a brief discussion had decided that he was taking you with wherever he was going. You had no say in the decision, and even when you fought and kicked and screamed he still managed to get you bound. A few people tried to help, not because they cared about you, but because they had also wanted to get their hands on a âVaultieâ. Apparently, you were worth something to them up here, a commodity of sorts. It made your skin crawl. Youâd gotten firsthand experience, then, of how good of a shot The Ghoul was.Â
How you longed to be back in the stuffy Vault, working as a teacher to those kids. As annoying as they were, at least they werenât currently threatening your life, or making you walk to who the hell knows. Youâd take that over this any day. Hell, youâd take latrine duty with overflowing toilets every single hour over this.Â
You fixed your attention back in front of you, the endless stretch of sandy dunes in front of you broken up by partially destroyed houses and skeletons of buildings. Your feet were in incredible amounts of pain, every step feeling like you had fifty pounds of bricks attached to your ankles. And that thirst, never ending, overwhelming thirst you felt nagged at you, consuming every thought of yours. Youâd take anything to drink now, even that definitely radiated puddle youâd passed hours ago. Or was it minutes? You couldnât tell.
You knew dehydration had long since started affecting you. You were no longer able to form sweat, and you were certain that your body was slowly cooking from the inside. You were almost certain it would be a better fate than whatever The Ghoul was leading you towards.Â
You hadnât even realized heâd stopped until you felt a sharp tug at your throat, nearly toppling you on your ass. You heard him chuckle as you steadied yourself, and you shot him a glare. Even faced with death, you werenât going to let yourself be treated like this. âWeâre stopinâ here,â he gestured to a dilapidated building to his right.
You had been surprised when he spoke the first time, not expecting a southern drawl. Youâd never heard an accent like his before, only ever hearing them on the Holotapes your Vault would play for movie night. Youâd also believed them to be fake, or to have died out with the rest of humanity. You had to admit, the one good thing to come out of this whole experience was hearing his voice.Â
Momentarily confused as to why you were stopping, your eyes focused, and you realized that the sun was half set. Youâd learned rather quickly that it was suicidal and stupid to travel across the Wasteland at night, after an almost perilous encountered with what you assumed to once be a bear. Youâd barely escaped with your life, climbing a tree until the creature grew disinterested and found new prey.Â
You almost wished it had torn you apart then.Â
Apparently you were taking too long, and you felt another tug at the rope, pulling you closer to him. âAinât got all day, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart. The name was anything but sweet, saying it with so much condescension that it made you flush angrily. At least, thatâs what you told yourself.Â
Grumbling something under your breath, you stormed past him, another low chuckle leaving him. âNothinâ good is gonna come from that mouth on ya,â he threatened, waving the gun at you in a go on motion.Â
The shifting sand nearly caused you to stumble as you ducked into the house through a window, and your eyes struggled to adjust to the low lighting. Holding your breath, you listened for anything else in the house besides the two of you, and when you were met with only your heartbeat, you continued further in.Â
Entering what used to be the living room, you saw a large couch, still in relatively decent condition, and luckily free of decomposed bodies. Any wood furniture, however, had already decayed, leaving only fragments where they once stood. You realized that if you were to sit on the couch, it would probably crumble under the weight.
The Ghoul entered behind you, and you made your way down the hallway, checking each room for anyone or anything that could do you harm. The first room was a bathroom, sand filling the bathtub like it was water. Out of desperation you almost tried to turn the handles on the sink, lift the seat of the toilet, do anything for a drop of water. But you refrained, not willing to stoop to that level yet. But you could feel that you were close.Â
The next room was a large master bedroom, completely destroyed from when the bombs fell. Sand covered everything, and the walls had practically caved in, leaving you exposed to the outside. There was no where you would stay there willingly tonight.Â
The third and final room was also completely devoid of life, but the empty crib in the middle of the room had you gasping, and you heard the click of a gun behind you as The Ghoul prepared for anything. You quickly shut the door. âNothing, sorry,â you managed to croak out, and you heard him scoff.
However, you saw that he did manage to catch a glimpse of the room before you closed the door, and in those still human eyes you saw something flash through them. Sadness? Longing? Anger? You couldnât tell, but you sure as hell werenât about to ask him about it.Â
Living room it is, then. Heading back to the original room, you watch The Ghoul sit on the couch, right in the center of it. It held, surprisingly, but you could hear the wood groan in warning. Spreading his legs, you watched him tilt his head back, a content sigh leaving his mouth.Â
If you had the energy to blush, you wouldâve as you watched him, finding yourself having to look away. Maybe dehydration was messing with your brain, the way you thought that was attractive. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought.Â
Thirst quickly chased those thoughts away, and you attempted to lick your dry lips, your tongue mostly sticking to them instead. You were about to go explore the bathroom until you remembered the rope around your neck.Â
Like he could read your thoughts, you watched him regard the lasso in his gloved hand. âYou gonna run off on me if I take this off, sweetheart?âÂ
You shook your head, excited to have the irritating rope no longer chafing your neck. âYouâll kill me before I could,â you responded, voice barely a whisper.
The Ghoul barked out a laugh. âDamn right I will.â He considered your response for a moment, and you fully believed that he was going to keep it there. That was until he stood, almost inhumanly fast, approaching you with long strides.
Holding your breath, you felt his tug the rope off your neck, those eerily human eyes never leaving yours as he did. You flinched when you felt one of his leather-clad fingers brush over the irritated skin. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, mostly because of fear, but also for another reason that you refused to name.Â
With a satisfactory smirk, he looped the lasso back onto his belt. You quickly exhaled when he stepped away, eliciting a coughing fit, which was dry and only irritated your throat more. Fuck, you were so thirsty.Â
The Ghoul sat back on the couch in that same lounging position, and you debated sitting on the floor in front of him, but you feared that if you rested now then youâd never get back up. You watched him set a lantern on the ground, the weak oil based contraption the only source of light in the entire room. You didnât ask why he didnât start a fire; you also learned to not do that early on too.Â
So you remained standing, even though your feet screamed for relief. You ignored them, shifting to try and alleviate the pain slightly. Rubbing your neck, you could feel that he hadn't once taken his eyes off of you, and it was making you increasingly unnerved. âYou gonna stand there all night?â
You crossed your arms. âYes.â You tried to sound defiant, but it came out more like an airy noise.
âSuit yourself, then.â He rolled his eyes, making a show of getting comfortable on the couch. âItâll be a long night for you, thatâs for sure.â
Swaying, you leaned your back against one of the barely-standing walls, screwing your eyes shut. You occupied your thoughts with memories of home, trying desperately to ignore the pain. You were mostly successful, that was until you heard the sound of a canister being opened.Â
Curious, you opened your eyes back up, nearly falling to your knees when you saw him drinking from a circular canteen. You mustâve made some noise, because he was now smirking at you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you watched a droplet of precious water trail down his scarred chin, dripping onto his dusty clothes.Â
âSee somethinâ you want, sweetheart?â He was unabashedly cocky with his tone.Â
You son of a bitch, you thought, glaring daggers into him.
âNow, now, no need to be like that,â he chuckled, taking another sip. âJust tell me what ya want.â
He wanted you to ask for it. He wanted you to be at his mercy. Groaning, you rest your head back against the wall. You donât think youâve ever hated anyone as much as you hated The Ghoul. Any humanity left in him had been stripped away, leaving behind a cruel excuse of a human. Despite that, you couldnât deny the way your heart continued to patter in your chest as he stared at you expectantly, that cocky attitude doing things to you that would leave anyone who knew you horrified.
âIâŠâ you tried to talk, but your voice proved to be too scratchy. Clearing your throat as best you could, you tried again, ignoring the way he looked at you like a predator would his prey. It was similar to the bear from earlier, but youâd take that now over the ghoul in front of you. âI need water.â
He tsked, crossing a leg over his lap. âAnd here I thought you Vaulties were raised with manners.â
It took everything in you to not just snap at him, but that would leave you without any water. âI need water, please,â you gritted out.Â
The Ghoul shook his head disapprovingly. âShame,â you heard him mutter, before he was slowly pouring the water out onto the floor behind him.
Sheer panic tore through you, and if you were able to form tears, they would be in your eyes. âWait, wait, wait,â you pleaded, your voice cracking and breaking, and you lunged forward. The click of a gun had your blood going cold, but he at least had the decency to stop pouring. You held your hands up, taking a few steps back.
Registering that you werenât going to attack him, he lowered the gun, but he still kept it on his lap. If he had any eyebrows left, youâre sure one of them would be raised, waiting for you to continue.Â
âIâm- Iâm sorry,â you stammered out, keeping your hands in the air. âI just⊠Can I please have some water? Please, I-I⊠I need it. Iâm begging you⊠please.â You wondered if he could even make out your words.Â
You watched his eyes travel up and down your body, and he cocked his head. âAre you?â You made a confused noise, and he chuckled lowly. âAre you begginâ me?â
One problem that you always had at the Vault is that you never knew when to shut your mouth, and what you said next certainly made it clear that you hadnât learned yet. âYou want me to get on my knees, then?â You had meant it sarcastically, and you immediately regretted it when his eyes went dark.Â
You heard the creak of the couch as he planted both feet on the ground, leaning forward until his elbows rested on his knees. His guns barely stayed in his lap, but he didnât seem to care. âNow that you mention it⊠yeah.â
Humiliation warmed your cheeks, and you nearly let your pride stop you from sinking to the floor, but then you saw the way the canteen hung precariously in his hand. Damn it all. Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself slowly, unable to look at the man, not wanting to see his victorious reaction. The sand shifted beneath your knees as you rested on them, but you could barely feel the relief your feet finally felt.
âCan-â
âCloser,â he cut you off gruffly. âAnd I want those eyes on me.â His voice had turned husky, and you realized he was enjoying this. Were⊠were you enjoying this too? You honestly couldnât tell.
Wordlessly, you obeyed, shuffling forward until your knees bumped into his shoes. Your ears burned worse than they did out in the sun, and you wished it would just explode and incinerate you right now. âEyes up, sweetheart,â he practically purred.Â
You took a moment to prepare yourself before you were looking at him through hooded eyes. The brim of his hat cast a shade over his face, and you could only see the hungry glint in his eyes matched with a predatory smirk. Oh, he was loving this, and you couldnât help but squirm under his gaze, heat pooling in your belly that was quickly doused by shame.Â
âCan I please have some water? Please? I- Iâm really thirsty and⊠just a bit. Please.âÂ
His grin grew more as you begged, and you sagged with relief when he brought the canteen closer, no longer dangling over the back of the couch. âSee, that ainât so hard now, was it?â
âIâm sorry,â you found yourself apologizing, for what, you werenât quite sure. You werenât too upset about it, though, especially when he brought the canteen to your lips.Â
âHead back,â he ordered, and you did, your neck straining at the angle. You swore you heard him groan when you parted your lips, never breaking eye contact with him. The water was disgusting and acidic, but damn if it wasnât the best thing youâd ever had the pleasure of drinking. He poured it into your mouth, and you desperately swallowed every single drop, the dryness in your mouth and throat instantly being quenched.Â
But it wasnât enough, and you couldnât help the disappointed noise you let out when he ceased the pouring. âMore, please,â you found yourself whining, any remnants of shame tossed out the broken window youâd climbed into.
âManners, Vaultie,â he growled.
âThank you, thank you,â you repeated like a mantra, and The Ghoul let out a pleased hum. Thirstiness still clung to you like a second skin, but you felt better than you had moments ago. Some of your energy had returned, and you felt like you were no longer in the grasp of death.Â
âYou want more?â He asked, and you immediately nodded.
âPlease,â you whispered, and you saw something almost wicked pass over his features.Â
âDonât worry,â you felt one of his gloved hands sneak around your back, collecting a handful of hair and tugging, forcing your head back even further. You cried out, a mix of shock and pain. âYouâll get more. Just keep that pretty mouth wide open, just like that.â His normal drawl had turned into an almost rasp, and you shuddered.Â
You watched as he took a swig for himself, but he didnât swallow, keeping the water in his mouth. Confused, you closed your mouth, but as soon as you did you felt him pull hard at your hair. Obediently, you opened it back up, a shaky exhale leaving you.
If he had a nose, it would be currently pressed up against yours. He adjusted so that he was practically towering above you, and man did the angle kill your neck, but you didnât dare complain. With increasingly widening eyes, you watched as he slotted his mouth above yours, not touching, but you could still feel the heat from his body.Â
You nearly flinched when you felt the water hit your mouth, fighting every instinct that told you to shut it. The act was filthy and degrading, but youâd be a liar if you said it wasnât getting you incredibly aroused. Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming suffocating; it hadnât even felt this bad when you were outside.Â
As he sat back on to the couch, his lips glistened in the dim light, stray remnants of water still coating them. As you held the water in your mouth, he frowned disapprovingly. âDo I gotta spell it out for ya?â He shifted forward again, grasping your face. âSwallow.âÂ
When you did, he let go, tapping your cheek lightly. âAtta girl,â he cooed, and you sputtered, cheeks growing warm. Shifting where you sat, you tried and failed to relieve some of the tension in you. You thought you were subtle in your movements, but his sharpshooter gaze locked onto it immediately.Â
He laughed, a mix of surprise and condescension in one. âThis gettinâ you turned on? Maybe you ainât all that innocent, Vaultie.â
You eyed the half-hard tent in front of you. âIâm not the only one,â you grumbled out, and he laughed again.Â
âI ainât the one on my knees, sweetheart.â Scoffing, you watched him lean back again. You expected him to say something, do something, but he simply watched you with anticipatorily. Something shifted in the atmosphere, and you realized he was putting the situation in your hands, wordlessly asking you how far you were willing to take this.Â
You needed this. You needed him, as bewildering as it was for you to admit to yourself.Â
Desire running deeper than that for water coursed through your veins, and you nodded. âMore.â You both knew that you werenât fully talking about the canteen in his hand.Â
âGood answer.â Before you could even register, he was gripping your face again. Fingers pressed into your cheeks harshly, opening your mouth back up. Taking another swig, you expected him to repeat what heâd done last time, but you were startled when you felt his lips on yours.Â
It was a strange kiss, his closed mouth against your open one, but it didnât stay like that for long. His lips pulled apart, and without needing further prompting you swallowed another precious mouthful of water. You could feel that bastardly smirk against your mouth, and if you were anywhere near being able to create a coherent thought you wouldâve said something.Â
But you didnât, you couldnât. It was like you were caught up in some haze, but you were sent out of it when you felt his tongue sweep into your mouth. Youâd kissed a few people, sure, but never like this. It elicited a startled noise from you that had him pulling back an inch, and you had to fight yourself to not chase after his lips.
âNever had that before?â He chuckled, and he found your following silence an adequate enough answer. âOh, sweetheart, Iâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you.â
He didnât even give you a moment to react before he was crashing his mouth back against yours. It was all tongue and teeth and it had you moaning, and you felt the grip on your face tighten. Your head spun, and you tried to keep up with his movements, but you ended up just letting him take over, moving his mouth against your however heâd like.Â
He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth, and your hands shot out, no longer able to just keep them idly in your lap. You found purchase on his thighs, the sinewy muscles tensing under your touch. But the grip on your face tightened more, almost incredibly painful. Your eyes shot open, alarmed, and a pained noise left you.Â
He had pulled away again, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, but he was glaring down at you. âYou better watch those hands.â Even though his voice was husky, the threat didnât make you any less terrified.Â
You were confused, and you watched his eyes trail down to his lap where your hands were. Unable to move your head, you had to strain your own eyes to look down, and sheer dread washed over you when you saw his gun still in his lap, your hands a mere inch away from it.Â
âI- I wasnât⊠I didnât⊠â you gasped breathlessly. âI didnât know! I- Iâm sorry! Please.â Out of all the times youâd begged and pleaded tonight, this time had to be the most genuine. Immediately retracting your hands back to your lap, you awaited his response tensely. What you failed to notice was the way his eyes darkened as you groveled, his pants growing tighter.
His gaze returned to your face, and out of the corner of your eye you watched as he moved the gun from his lap into his hand. You half expected him to point it at you next, but you let out a very audible sigh of relief when he set it on the couch beside him. It was completely out of your reach now, but he could still easily grab it.Â
He loosened the grip on your jaw, still holding it, but no longer digging into your flesh painfully. âI wonât stop you next time,â he growled, and it took you a second to register what he was saying: he wonât stop you next time because youâd be dead as soon as you began to reach for it.Â
You nodded as best you could. âGood,â heâd lost the threatening tone, but his voice was still gravely and raspy. âNow, where was I?â His eyes flicked down to your lips, and you sure they were swollen and shiny. âThatâs right.â
Like nothing had happened, he returned to his ministrations, teeth grazing your bottom lip again. You hesitated when you set your hands back on his thighs, gaining more confidence when he didnât stop you. In fact, he was actively encouraging your explorative touches, a pleased noise rumbling his chest as your fingers trailed up his thighs.Â
Another swipe of his tongue and a particularly harsh bite had you gripping onto him, barely able to find purchase on the thick material of his pants. You desperately needed air, but he held his grip on your jaw, seemingly unaffected by the issue you were having. Did ghouls need to breathe? It seemed like they didnât, because he had yet to tear his mouth away for air once as he first kissed you.Â
As your hands reached his belt, it was then he finally tore away, a groan leaving him. Sucking in as much air as your lungs could handle, you ran your touch across the prominent bulge. You felt the hand on your jaw go lax, falling to his lap. âYou gonna take care of that?â He was giving you another out, giving you an opportunity to stop you from doing something you could regret.Â
Rationally, you knew you should stop here, and pretend like this didnât just happen. You knew the version of you from the Vault would do that. But this new part of you, exposed to the Wasteland and the savagery of the surface world found that you wanted to continue. Besides, you were probably going to end up getting killed in the next few days; why not have some new experiences before your time was up.
You didnât respond, you simply began to undo the buckle of his belt. You couldnât get the thing off of him, so it just rested open on his thighs. âOh, youâre filthy,â he chuckled, spreading his legs even further apart while leaning back against the couch. âGo on, sweetheart. Letâs see what that mouthâs good for.â
This also wasnât your first time in a situation like this. Youâd only ever done it once, but you apparently weren't too terrible at it, as he frequently requested for a second time, but you always turned him down. You kinda wish you hadnât now, wishing you had more experience now, but a part of you knew that this was about to be incredibly different from anything you wouldâve experienced in the Vault.
With hands that you prayed werenât incredibly shaky, you pulled down the zipper of his pants. He kept his eyes locked onto you the entire time, darkening even more as the unzipping noise hit his ears. You couldnât bring yourself to look away from him, no matter how hard you wanted to. Something about his expression had you locked in, and you shifted again.Â
âDonât let me stop ya,â he rested his arms along the backside of the couch, and you realized youâd just been sitting there. Steadying yourself, you slipped your hand into the confines of his pants, underneath the waistband of his briefs. You heard him let out a small hiss when your fingers brushed over his cock, and you desperately wanted to hear him make more noises like that.
It took a bit of maneuvering before he was free, head brushing against his navel. The skin was pocked like the rest of his body, which you were expecting. What you werenât expecting was how long he was, much longer than your previous encounter.
Before you could let nerves disarm you, you moved closer to him. Bracing your hands back on his thighs, you kissed his tip, and you heard his hiss again. Sneaking your tongue out, you ran it up his length, pressing another kiss when you reached the top. âDonât tease,â he growled, tangling his gloved fingers back into your hair.Â
When you took him into your mouth, he let out a noise that sounded like a laugh and a sigh, the grip on your hair growing painful. It didnât deter you, rather it drove you wild, and you took as much of him as you could. When he hit the back of your throat, you had to stifle the urge to gag. Taking the rest of him in one of your hands, you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks.Â
You couldnât see the way his eyes locked onto his cock leaving and entering your mouth, but you could hear the small grunts he made in tandem with the movement of your head. He kept his hips surprisingly still, but his fingers were somehow getting even tighter, as if all of his restraint was being poured into his grip, and it was on the verge of snapping. âYou can take more.â It wasnât a question, and you felt his press down on the back of your head when you had him fully in you.
Startled, you tried to make a noise, but the vibrations just went straight to his cock. He groaned, louder this time, and he didn't let up. âRelax,â he bit out, and you tried. You really did. Taking as deep a breath you could, you forced your muscles to relax, your hands going back to his thighs. Tears sprung to your eyes as you really tried not to gag, but a garbled sound still left you as he pushed himself further down your throat.Â
âFuck,â he drawled out, âjust like that.â It felt like five years had passed before your nose was finally pressed into his skin, his cock fully sheathed down your throat. Tears dripped onto his skin, but he didnât seem to feel them. Your scalp stung as he lifted your head up, and you took in a shuddering breath, your lungs screaming for air.
You didnât have a long reprieve before he was shoving you back down again, and even though the intrusion wasnât new it still caused you to make an awful noise. It took him pulling you off again for you to realize what he was doing; he was fucking your mouth, using it for his own pleasure like you were just a toy. The realization had you moaning, the discomforts becoming an afterthought as he chased his pleasure, your own growing.Â
Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming unbearable arousal tightening in your core, and you snuck a hand down between your legs, trying to touch yourself through the thick material. It didnât help, but you still tried anyway, desperate for any sort of relief. The Ghoul laughed, not letting up the way he moved your head. âOh, sugar, is suckinâ my cock gettinâ you bothered?â
Your head spun, the new nickname and the crude words making you dizzy, and you let out what you hoped was a confirmatory sound. He only huffed in response, and you could tell that he was starting to get close to his release. His hips had started to buck, albeit slightly, and his groans had turned to unintelligible moans.Â
He cursed again, and you were barely able to glimpse his head roll back, hat hitting the ground. He didnât care, continuing to fuck your face, and you desperately ground against your hand. âSo good, fuck,â he panted, and you let your eyes flutter shut.
They shot open when you heard him moan your name, but you had little time to appreciate the way he said it. He pressed down hard on the back of your head, holding you there, your nose pressed flat against his body. A plethora of curses fell from his lips as he came, his cum spurting deep down your throat.Â
He let go, hands falling to his sides, and you removed yourself, coughing and gasping for air. Your cheeks were wet with tears, your jaw aching, but it was the best pain youâd ever felt. He stared at you with lustful eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.Â
Holy shit. You were tired, but you wanted more. But you werenât expecting him to do anything else tonight. This wasnât a partnership; heâd gotten his release. Youâd need to deal with it on your own.Â
So caught up in what you were expecting, you gasped when you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. His hand cradled your cheek, leather growing damp, and you felt his lips brush the tears that had fallen on the other cheek. You realized he was licking your tears away, and when he registered that you noticed he chuckled, muttering something about not wanting to waste water. You let out an airy chuckle in return, still not fully wrapping your head about what had and what is transpiring.Â
âGuess one good thing came from that mouth,â he teased, referencing his earlier threat. He tugged you up, and you stood with knees shaking like a fawn. Youâre certain you looked like a mess but he either didnât care or really enjoyed it.Â
You really had no idea what was going to happen next. You observed him with wide eyes, and you couldnât help the bewildered look when you saw him stroking himself, still rock hard like he hadnât just come. He chuckled when he saw what had caused you to react. âOne good thing âbout beinâ a ghoul,â he rasped. âStamina.â
His own raked down your body, honing in on the way your thighs pressed together, and they flicked back up to your own. âTake it off.â
You didnât have to be told twice, the zipper on your suit quickly becoming undone. Even though the air was hot, it still felt nice against your hot skin. He didnât blink as you undressed, eyes clocking in every new inch of exposed skin. Tugging it down your shoulders and off your arms, you let it fall to the ground, the material pooling at your ankles.Â
Left in only your bra and underwear, you kicked the Vault-Tec suit off your feet, and you stood there, unsure. âAll of it,â he continued, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
As you reached for the clasp of your bra, you watched him lean forward slightly, eyes watching you like you were the most delicious meal he was about to devour. Tossing the garment beside you, you reached for the waistband of your underwear. He raised a hand, making your halt, your fingers barely looped under the band.
With two fingers, he gestured you forward, grinning when you complied easily. His hands batted away your own, and you felt he begin to peel it away himself. He was almost eye level with your navel, and you felt his breath caress your stomach. It was like he was unwrapping a present, the way he ripped it down your legs, and it fell around your ankles like the suit.Â
You were hardly able to kick it away before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands bracing against his still clothed chest. The couch made a very audible noise, on the virgo of collapsing, but neither of you seemed to hear it. One of your legs straddled his thigh, your bare center pressed against his pants, no doubt soaking the material.
 âYouâre wearing too much,â you found yourself commenting, and you felt him chuckle. He took his hands off your waist, holding them in front of you so you could clearly see him take off his gloves, tossing them by his gun. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, realizing that that was all you were getting from him.Â
You werenât complaining, though, when his bare hands touched you for the first time. Along with the marred skin, his fingers were calloused, years and years of harsh life, fighting, and shooting making them so, but they were the best things youâd ever felt touch your soft skin.
He seemed to be having similar thoughts, humming appreciated as he felt your body, fingers dancing up your sides. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you sighed as he continued his exploration upwards. Worn hands cupped your breasts, fingers toying with your perked nipples, and you unconsciously pressed your chest forward. âLook at ya,â it felt like he was mostly talking to himself, âyou ainât gotta mark on your body.â You felt his mouth graze your breasts, lips ticking you as he spoke.Â
You jumped when his teeth made contact with the delicate skin of the top of your breasts, and he chuckled. Moving lower, he took one of your nipples between his lips, his hand making sure the other one was receiving the same attention. His tongue flicked, sucked, and the occasional nip had you crying out, jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. One of your hands settled on the back of his head, the other sneaking back between your legs.
With that surprising speed, he caught your wrist, not even tearing his mouth away from you. You let out a noise of complaint, and you could feel him grin. His hands left your breasts, settling back on your waist, and you felt him begin to rock you back and forth on his thigh. With every rock, your clit ground against the tensed muscle, and you let out small moans, small waves of pleasure crashed through your body.
When he felt you begin to move on your own, he let go, returning his touch to your breasts, playing and massaging them as you got off on his thigh. His mouth trailed up your body, leaving a trail of small kisses and ginger bites, your once smooth skin now slightly indented. Having been worked up for a while, you felt that you were growing close to release, his ministrations bringing you closer.Â
He was at your neck now, and he bit particularly hard at the thick tendon there. He laughed when he felt your hips begin to rock harder, and you felt his tongue smooth over the bitten skin. âI-â you tried to speak, but an airy whine from your throat cut you off. Your thighs were trembling, and you could feel the damp patch that had formed on his pants, but you couldnât be bothered to feel embarrassed right now.Â
âYou close, sugar?â Not trusting your voice, you nodded instead. âFuck, yeah you are. Câmon, let me feel ya,â he groaned, mouthing at your neck.Â
It only took a few more rolls of your hips before you came, his name tumbling from your lips as a loud cry, pleasure igniting all your nerves. Your stubbed nails dug into the back of his head, and he growled. Your whole body was trembling as you rode out your high, only ceasing the movement of your hips when it became too overstimulating.
A shocked laugh left you, and you slumped forward. That seemed to be the last straw for the couch, the furniture collapsing beneath the two of you. It nearly caused to tumble off his lap, but you felt his hands secure under your thighs. He stood, holding you like you weighed nothing, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his body.Â
He eased you to the ground, the sand digging uncomfortably into your skin, causing your back to arch off the ground to avoid feeling it. You couldnât help the gasp you let out when you watched him shrug off his jacket, tucking behind you wordlessly. These small glimpses of humanity youâd seen from the Ghoul, like when he saw the crib, or when he gave you a way lead you to believe that maybe he wasnât as bad as you originally believed him to be.
Well, you still hated him, and you were still his captive, but you realized that he wasnât a complete monster. It was moments like this, where those high walls heâd built to survive in the Wasteland began to crumble, and you could see glimpses of the man you assumed he once was.
He didnât give you much time to reflect, though, because his lips were crashing against yours, and all thoughts disappeared. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, and you could feel his cock pressed against your folds. He didnât press in though, and you whined against his lips, moving your hips as best you could to try and get him to move. âWhatdya want, sweetheart?â He murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck.Â
âYou,â you gasped out.
âIâm right here,â he chuckled a bit, and he still didnât move.
Groaning, you ground against him again, trying to get him to just push himself into you. He groaned, yet he still didnât move, his resolve stronger than you anticipated. âFuck me, please,â you choked out, and you could see him smirk in satisfaction.Â
He didnât respond, and you felt him press into you, sheathing into you with a single thrust. Similar noises of pleasure escaped both your mouths, and your fingers wove into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to find something to grip onto. He stretched you out so well, and you gasped when you felt his hips press against you. He was so deep inside of you, father than any other person youâd taken to bed, and it overwhelmed you in all the best ways.
âSugar, you feel incredible.â You babbled something in response, and you hated how proud he looked. He didnât give you time to adjust before he was setting a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours. The sound of skin on skin and your cries of his name filled the room, and you swore if you gripped any tighter on his shirt that it would rip.
Small puffs of air tickled your neck with every thrust, whispers of your name hidden in the gasps. Fingers dug into your waist, most likely going to leave marks in the morning, your once smooth skin littered with marks of him. You couldn't see what your body looked like right now, but you had a pretty damn good idea, and the picture you visualized in your mind had you clenching around him, causing him to falter, albeit it only for a second.
Despite the slight overstimulation you were feeling, you could feel another orgasm begin to form, slowly but surely. Letting go of his shirt, you grasped at his face, pulling back up for another breath-stealing kiss. You were so caught up in the way he continued to thrust into you and the way his mouth slotted against yours that you failed to notice the way one of his hands left your waist.Â
You broke the kiss with a startled yet pleased nosed when you felt his fingers begin to work at your clit, rubbing fervent circles into the sensitive nerves in time with the thrusts of his hips. âCum on my cock, sweetheart. Câmon,â he groaned out, and your head hit the ground, barely softened by the jacket and the sand.Â
His name had turned into soft pants, unable to form a coherent thought as he relentlessly fucked you. The added stimulation brought you closer to the edge, and you tried to let him know you were getting close. âGo âhead, lemme feel ya,â his accent had been cranked up to a hundred, and in any other situation you wouldâve found that funny.Â
With a final cry of his name, you came again, your vision going white as you temporarily spaced out, the pleasure too overwhelming. When you came to, he had pulled out of you, leaving you empty and shivering. You watched as he stroked himself a few more times before he came all over your stomach.
It was only the sound of breathing in the room now, both of you just staring at each other as you calmed. Relaxing on his coat, you watched as he stood, tucking himself back into his pants as he did. Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing, jumping when you felt a cloth on your stomach, wiping away his release from your skin.Â
He didnât say anything, tossing the cloth to one of the corners of the room when he was done. He placed your clothing beside you, before sitting and resting against the collapsed remnants of the couch, head rolling back.Â
Groaning, you broke free from the post-orgasmic haze you were in, sitting upright. Both pleasure and pain still lingered in your muscles, making your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Slipping on your undergarments, the dampened fabric of your underwear was incredibly uncomfortable, but you gritted your teeth and ignored it. After putting on your bra, you debated putting on the Vault-Tec suit, but the idea of putting it back on made our overheated body cry.Â
The Ghoul watched you as you redressed, thinly veiled desire and interest flicking in those eyes. You were now sitting upright on his jacket, and you got up onto your knees, freeing the garment and holding it in your arms. Scooting towards him, you held it out to him with shaking arms, almost like a peace offering. His eyes didnât leave you as he took it, setting it beside him.
Before you could decide that it was a bad idea, you sat down next to him, shoulders brushing. If he was surprised, he did a good job of hiding. Exhaustion returned, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter close, head bobbing as you struggled to stay awake.
It was your turn to be surprised when you felt him pull your shoulder down, resting your head in his lap. You were even more surprised when he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the material thin enough to not overheat you. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, but he avoided your gaze, staring at the half-standing wall in front of him.
âRest. Weâre leavinâ at sunrise.â His voice was hoarse, back to that commanding tone from earlier.Â
Getting as comfortable as you could, you let your eyes shut, sleep beckoning you. You had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, but as you felt his fingers comb delicately through your hair, you knew that he was no longer going to be following his original plan for you.
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Telekinetic supervillain who REALLY loves historical architecture. Living in a superhero universe where heroes keep crashing through stained glass windows and leveling entire streets. As well as the normal corruption causing building to be demolished or ârestoredâ in extremely destructive ways.
Kinda has Poison Ivy vibes, without any of the femme fatale trappings - her entire focus is preserving historical valuable buildings, and she doesnât really care if humans that get in the way die. But she also isnât going out of her way to kill people.
And the leader of the local superhero team can see where sheâs coming from. And decides that just throwing her in jail every time she acts up is a sign theyâre failing in their duty to protect the city. Instead, he starts trying to gain her trust. He doesnât care that much about buildings, but he works on lessening his teamâs collateral damage. He promises the supervillain that heâll try to pressure the city government if she brings problems to him rather than taking them into her own hands. Eventually, he convinces her that she can protect the cityâs infrastructure better by being on his team than she can on her own.
Sheâs incredibly helpful! She will keep burning buildings from collapsing until everyone can get out and the fire is extinguished. Sheâll hold skyscrapers up while supervillains reign destruction down around them. Sheâll deconstruct traps and grumpily direct her teammates towards the hidden mastermind who set them up. And when the crisis is over, sheâll see what can be salvaged and rebuild it if possible.
But sheâs a PR nightmare.
Former Supervillain refuses to help people. She DOES NOT care. Your kid is trapped in the burning building? That is not her problem. Go bother someone else. Dude is holding a bunch of people hostage? Itâs fine, heâs not causing any damage to the building heâs in.
People DO NOT like this attitude. People do not accept that sheâs part of a team, and other heroes are capable of filling the âempathyâ and âhuman rescuingâ gaps.
And sheâs high maintenance! The team frequently end up in situations where protecting lives is in conflict with protecting property. They take missions that mean very little to them, because theyâre important to her. And the leader is constantly having to talk her out of rampages, pressuring the government to drop lucrative and unethical contracts, and making sure sheâs sticking to the plan in the field. And she isnât interested in interpersonal relationships or social niceties, so none of them are even doing this out of friendship!
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Sometimes, you help someone not because theyâll be grateful, but because it will make your community better. Sometimes, you help the local drug addict not because heâs likely to turn his life around, but because he smashes less windows when he has a warm, quiet space to stay. And sometimes, keeping that community benefit takes a long term commitment.
I want to see a superhero team turn a villain as harm prevention and then willingly bear the cost of keeping that villain from causing harm. Not because itâs rewarding (though there are rewards) but because itâs more effective than any other method. And I want the villain to go along with it because the heroes actually found a more efficient way for her to reach her goals.
And it being messy for everyone, but I want them to make it work. And it to be worth it, in the end.
#local neurodivergent wonders#how unlikeable a character needs to be before their values no longer matter#before theyâre no longer allowed to do good#do they need to learn a lesson first?#learn how to perform social skills?#feel regret for earlier amoral behaviour?#become easy to work with?#just curious this has no echo in my own experience whatsoever#geckoâs fic ideas
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ahh, i hope you like it @liv-does-stuff !!
bestfriend james who has no boundaries with you!!
james potter thinks you are the best friend he's ever had. normally people tell him that he's too clingy, and they don't like him hanging around them all the time. and it's not a problem for him, but he just wants someone to let him hug and touch without being awkward about it.
so when you two met, he felt like the luckiest person on earth because you don't think it's weird when he hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head.
you don't judge him for demanding cuddles and sleepovers at least two times a week. you even encourage him to be touchier!
his favourite thing to do with you is bathing together. since he's a headboy, he has unlimited access to the prefect's bathroom, which means that the two of you bathe together as often as possible.
he's especially excited to meet you today because he was informed about a new couple in school, and he really wants to gossip about it with you!
so while he is cleaning his bed of sirius' socks and peter's sweets, because you're sleeping over today, sirius decides to ask him a question, "are you meeting up with them again? don't you think it's a little weird that you guys bath at the same time in the same room, even though you're 'just friends'?"
"why would it be weird? they wash my back and i condition their hair for them. it's logical and they don't mind it aswell. it's actually really nice, and besides, don't act as if remus and you don't shower together!"
remus sighs, "james, sirius and i are in a relationship with eachother. aside from that, i totally agree with pads, it is weird that you take baths together. what's even weirder is you touching while being in said bath!"
"you guys just don't have the connection that my dove and i have. it's okay though, don't be sad about it! maybe one day you'll reach the same trust we have in each other.", james throws a towel over one shoulder and picks out a shirt for you to wear, and matching pants, so everyone you come across in the halls knows about your superior friendship (and that you're his, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even under torture).
"i'm going to the bath, padfoot don't eat anything on my bed, my dove complained about the crumbs last time, and i promised them to change that! they're sleeping with me today. bye bye!"
he closes the door before any of them can say anything and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can.
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as soon as he arrives in the prefect bathroom, he already sees you taking off your clothes.
while you are struggling with unzipping your pants, he comes up behind you and grabs your waist, pulling you into an embrace. your naked back against his broad chest sends electric shocks down his body and he shivers against you and presses your body closer to his.
"jamie, can you help me with my zipper? it isn't moving any further and i can't get out of my pants like that."
james would do anything for you, if you never stopped looking at him with those puppy-eyes, "of course, sweetheart. stay still."
he moves his hand away for a moment to turn your body facing his. while his one hand moves towards your zipper, the other one steadying your body by holding your hip, he grins at you and you smile back up at him.
he tugs a few times, but the pants don't budge. you notice his forehead getting sweatier, so you suggest to "take off your shirt jamie, it's to hot in here for you to be wearing it!" while tugging it up his back a little.
he pulls it off and throws it to the side, giving you a grin, "if you wanted me naked, darling, you just had to ask."
you scrunch your brows together, "if i wanted you naked, you would already be.". he snorts, and keeps tugging at your jeans.
suddenly an idea blossoms in his head. what if your zipper got stuck on something from the inside of your pants. so, of course, he sticks his hand down your pants to find a little string, connected to your underwear, being held hostage by said zipper.
"darling, you just have to pull your trousers down together with your panties. see, just like that..", he slowly eases your trousers over your butt, enjoying the feeling of your body under his hands.
you shiver against him and moan out," thank you, jamie. i should've thought about that." you blush and hide your head in his chest.
"don't worry about it, my love. i'm happy to help you as much as you need.", he smiles down at you, while you start tugging down his zipper to take of his trousers.
as soon as they fall to the floor, james picks you up by your waist and throws you into the water.
" james, you idiot!!", you scream at him while trying to splash him with the water. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry angel! i'll jump in okay? will that make you happy?"
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"they are definitely fucking, i'm telling you!"
"sirius, calm down! what if they hear you, huh?"
"oh come on remus, they wear matching pajamas and use silencing charms every single time they have a 'sleepover', they won't hear a thing, trust me!"
"you're right, love, but still."
"wormy, what do you think?"
"i think they're both idiots, who really don't get why it's so weird."
please tell me if i need to change something, or if you have some tips on getting better. i hope you enjoyed it :))
#best friend james potter#james potter fluff#james potter x reader#james potter smut#james potter#marauder era#marauders#marauders x reader
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cw: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, outlaw!rafe being his usual self towards pogue!reader, mentions of murder and violence, a surprise in the grocery store, smut: dub-con (!), fingering, p-in-v, unprotected sex, size kink
wc: 2.7k
it's here! hope u enjoy xx
(also this is probably the last part unless i get a crazy continuation idea cause i feel like it makes sense to end it here?) edit: there will be one more part!!
part 1 part 2 part 3 & part 5
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âA picture provided by a passer-by has led us to believe that Rafe Cameron, a suspect for the murder of a police officer is still on the island and has possibly been in contact with the witness who now wants to withdraw his statement, not wanting to testify in court due to personal reasons. However, the investigation is still ongoing and Cameron remains the main suspect which means that if you have any information about his whereabouts please do not hesitate toââÂ
Rafe twists the car radio off with a scoff. Â
âThe fuck they're gonna do with a blurry photo? Unless they find another witness or some actual proof, they donât have shit on me,â he mutters more to himself than her as he yanks open the door and lets it slam closed; leaving her to scramble after his exasperated steps through the grocery store parking lot. Â
She doesnât know how Rafe managed to discover the name of the witness or why a few days ago she sat in his truck parked outside the poor guyâs home keeping watch, but at this point sheâs decided that the universe simply must have something against her peace of mind. Â
When she asked about his visit, he simply shrugged it off with a âDonât worry about it, sâall good. Just had a little talk with himâ which honestly made unease settle into the bottom of her stomach because it was most definitely not the entire truth. Â
For the following days, she tried her very best to avoid his intimidating presence as to not give him a reason to get mad at her while he made several phone calls and took care of business. However, acting as if he wasnât there wasnât the easiest task since her house, despite the cozy atmosphere, isnât very grand. Â
Whenever she'd try to find sleep in her soft sheets, his heavy presence in the next room would send a shiver up her spine and erase any prospects of getting rest. And when sheâd try to cook dinner, heâd be looming way too close for comfort and make her accidentally drop a pan on her kitchen floor. Therefore, she's not exactly feeling her best.Â
As they step through the sliding doors, Rafe is hiding under black sunglasses and an old baseball cap he borrowed (stole) from her; trying to keep a low profile and appear as ordinary as any casual customer shopping for essentials since heâs practically emptied her fridge at this point.Â
âDo you want red or green grapes?â She inquires as she peers down at the fruit.Â
âDon't really give a shit. Just get both,â he grumbles out, seemingly all too aware of his surroundings; antsy to just get out of the store already.Â
âThatâs not very helpful,â she complains quietly as she decides on the green ones and pushes the shopping cart forward with Rafe close behind. Â
And sheâs all too preoccupied by picking out what she wants for breakfast when all of a sudden, he grabs her face in his big palms and presses his lips against hers. Â
She lets out a surprised noise that gets swallowed up by him as he slots their mouths together while her entire body tenses up in response to him pushing her against the shelves that display different types of bagels.Â
Sheâs momentarily disconcerted, doesnât remember the last time sheâs been kissed like this; all rough and inconsiderate. And maybe thatâs why sheâs beginning to feel light-headed; every coherent thought wiped away because him kissing her makes absolutely no sense. Therefore, she doesnât even realize sheâs reciprocating the kiss before her distracted mind stirs awake and soon enough, sheâs pulling away with creased brows.Â
âRafe, what theââ Â
However, sheâs interrupted by the hollow of his hand plastering over her mouth. Â
âShut up,â he hisses lowly, eyes alarmed and shoulders tense. Â
Sheâs about to protest before he nods towards a couple of officers a few feet away from them; apparently having just passed them. Theyâre strolling through the aisle leisurely, chatting freely and not paying them any mind because why would they do anything except roll their eyes at a lovey-dovey couple making out next to the organic whole wheat toast? Â
Oh. Â
She canât believe she didnât notice them; figuring that if she was the one running from the cops, she wouldnât last a day. Before her brain has the chance to catch up and command her to scream for help though, she feels the barrel of his gun poking at her chest, forcing the desperate pleads to die out on her tongue. Â
She stares into threatening larimar and blinks; too frightened to even inhale too loud. Neither of them move until the policemen have rounded the corner and leaving them the only people standing in the bread aisle. Â
And he doesnât think too much of the kiss, simply a means for him to stay under the radar but unfortunately her head turns into a blank piece of paper, not able to say a word until theyâre walking the grass-covered steps to her threshold. Â
âWhy would you do that?â Sheâs fuming as he locks the front door.Â
âWas just tryinâ not to blow my cover, calm down,â he grumbles out and sets down the grocery bags. Â
âBy kissing me?â She snaps in exasperation. Â
âYeah, well there wasnât exactly time to think about anything else,â he seems so nonchalant about all this, as if he doesnât care one bit. She figures he doesnât because it seems that for him itâs the most tedious thing in the world to consider other peopleâs feelings for one second. Â
Maybe she didnât want him to kiss her, of all things. Didnât want him to make the muddy thoughts brewing beneath the surface of her sanity any louder than they already were. Because despite how hard sheâs trying to convince herself that him shoving her around and walking around her house as if he owns it doesnât affect her, it wouldnât change the fact that something about his dominating presence is slowly but surely making her grow curious. Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â She drops her keys to the ceramic bowl in her hallway, walking towards the living room; wanting to put as much distance between them as possible in order to have some space to think. Â
âI mean, itâs not like you seemed to mind too much, you did kiss me back,â he points out as heavy footsteps follow her. Â
âI was justâŠin shock, okay?â She turns around and her voice is loud, tone frustrated.Â
âDonât fucking raise your voice at me,â he warns her, low and gravelly; making her shiver. Â
âAnd if you were just in shock, then why are you blushing right now, hm?â He takes a step closer to inspect her, too close.Â
âIâmâ Iâm not blushing,â she tries to deny. However, the cherry tint heating the apples of her cheeks gives her away. Â
âYouâre a shit liar, you know that?â He chuckles, amused. âBet you liked me kissing you, hm? Just being too much of a stubborn Pogue to admit that.â Â
Her dumbfounded eyes stare at him in silence because she doesnât know what sheâs supposed to say to that. Â
âUsually not into whiny pups but should just fuck some sense into you so youâd wipe that stupid pout off your face, yeah?â He rasps out, looking at her with something devilish glimmering in the aquamarine of his eyes. Â
âYouâre a fucking psycho!â The accusation escapes past her lips before she has the chance to think about it. Â
And at that, he harshly grabs her jaw between rough fingertips; mushing her cheeks together and making her teeth bite into the gummy walls of her mouth. Â
âWhat did you just call me?â Â
She realizes her mistake too late. Â
âDidnâtâ didnât mean to, Iâm sorry,â her frightened eyes are wide. Â
âYeah? Youâre sorry?â He dryly laughs in her face, finding entertainment in her torment. Â
âYes, I donât know why Iââ Â
âYou gonâ make it up to me?â He asks as he feigns contemplation. Â
âWhat?âÂ
âCause I think this fucking psycho ordering you around like a puppy gets you wet, huh? You donât think Iâve seen the way you look at me?â He lets go of her jaw, tall frame towering over her.Â
âI donâtâŠwhat are youââ sheâs unable to move, trepidation creeping up her spine along with an odd form of intrigue that makes her respiration grow arduous because heâs not exactly wrong. Â
âShould we check?â He raises his brows.Â
âWhatâ what are you doing?â She tries to take a hesitant step back, albeit uselessly; her back thumping against the wall when he corners her into it.Â
âThatâs not a no,â he tilts his head at her, mocking her. And then heâs pushing his hand into her pants, past the waistband of her panties and feeling her out; fingertips finding the stickiness already present.  Â
She gasps, surprised by the sudden pressure against her attention-starved cunt. Â
âHuh, look at that. Shouldâve known you were a horny fucking girl when I first saw those stupid fake scared eyes, talking âbout some âRafe Iâm sorry please donât hurt me Iâll do anythingâ shit,â he raises his pitch to an overly extreme girlish squeak, meant to patronize her, yet somehow, itâs turning her on even more. Â
âBet youâd like that though, if Iâd hurt you? Rough you up a little, hm?â His heady breaths tickling her lips is kindling a blaze deep in her tummy; arousing something novel, strange, unfamiliar.Â
âRafeâŠâ she manages out since her head is spinning. Â
âThatâs right. Say my fucking name,â heâs chuckling as a digit slips down to prod at her opening and slowly pushing in; causing a faint whimper to leave the gaps of her teeth.Â
âSo fucking tight. Been a while, huh? Not gonâ lie been a while for me too. With all this shit with the cops havenât exactly had the time to get my cock wet, you know? At this point sâgetting a bit frustrating, if Iâm being honest,â he rumbles mindlessly, too lost in examining her reactions to his fingers playing with her cunt to care about what heâs saying. Â
She doesnât respond, doesnât think sheâs physically able to form any kind of words at the moment, let alone coherent sentences. His thumb rubbing lazy circles against her swollen clit leaves her dazed and she knows this is wrong, itâs so wrong yet she canât deny how good it feels to have him touch her like this. Â
âNow that Iâm thinking about it, havenât tried Pogue pussy before, wanna help with that?â His low drawl is nearly hypnotizing; her morals turning more and more hazy by the second and evaporating into the tension-filled air surrounding them. Â
âRafeâŠI donâtââÂ
âYouâre soaked. Whenâs the last time you got fucked good?â He interrupts her. Â
âI donât...remember,â she mumbles out. Â
âDonât remember? Shit, Puppy,â thereâs a condescending lilt to his pity and she whines when he drags his finger out and nudges it back in again. Â
âThe guy I was with wasnât, um, the best soâŠdidnât really wanna do it again and stuff,â she timidly admits. Â
âYouâre letting a guy who canât make you come between your legs? Such a shame. But not really a surprise those Pogue boys donât know how to fuck. I mean, no wonder youâre so wound up,â the edges of his mouth curl. Â
âIâll take care of it though, make you feel so good, yeah?â His breathy promises try to coax her to give in.Â
âRafe, I donât knowâŠâ Â
âListen, Iâm just saying, probably gonâ be here for some time until everything settles and gotta kill the time somehow, no?â Â
âBut this is wrong, youâ you threatened to kill me,â she reminds him and herself with the remnants of her determination. Â
âYeah, yeah, that wasnât veryâŠnice, but donât be acting like you donât want this. All Iâm saying here is, youâre the one dripping down my hand right now and really, Iâd be doing you a favor,â his crooked logic goes unnoticed by her as she slowly blinks up at him.Â
âWe really shouldnâtââ sheâs interrupted by another digit squeezing into her achy cunt, making her moan out at the sudden stretch.Â
âDonât worry your little head over what we should and shouldnât do, alright? If youâre worried what your pathetic Pogue friends might think, I donât kiss and tell. Can be our little secret, yeah?â He grins down at her.Â
âRafe, I donât think we shouldâŠâ she tries again.Â
âShh. What did I just tell you, hm?â He hushes her with the expanse of his palm pressing against her clit making her suppress another whimper. Â
âPromise to go slow?â She asks without a clue as to why sheâs not trying to prevent this. Â
Whatâs wrong with her? She tries to convince herself that sheâs only allowing for this to happen because maybe then sheâll finally get him out of her system.Â
âOf course,â his conformation doesnât sound all too veracious when something hungry glints in his eyes. Â
âYou gonâ let a Kook show you what youâre missing, hm?â He rumbles before heâs pushing her onto the couch and following soon after; mouth sloppy as it molds over her own and tongue warm when it intrudes her mouth. Quick fingers toy with his belt until heâs tugging the zipper of his pants down and making her eyes flicker down when he takes himself out.Â
âYouâre so big,â her rounded eyes ogle at his cock, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip when she notices how it twitches in his hand in response to her words. Â
âShit, you think itâll fit?â He wonders out loud, grabbing her hips and dragging her closer with strong arms.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ she trails off when he pulls down her shorts by the belt loops before the drippy tip is nudging at her entrance.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll make it fit,â he murmurs and then heâs tucking himself right into her weepy cunt. Â
She cries out at the overwhelming stretch as she tries to accommodate to his size; thankful heâs not pushing all the way in yet because she already feels so full sheâs not sure how sheâs supposed to take any more of him. Â
âFuck, you really are a tight little thing, huh?â He grunts out. Â
âRelax, yeah?â He coaxes before his mouth meets her neck; pasting wet kisses and letting the flat of his tongue lave over the sensitive skin there. Â
He moves lower as his fingers pluck at the straps of her flimsy top before letting her tits out and taking a puffy nipple between his lips. They moan in tandem when his left hand reaches for the other, trying to loosen her up by pinching it between a thumb and an index finger.Â
âRafeâŠâÂ
âWhat? You want more? Iâll give you more, alright?â Thereâs almost a primal urge in the way he pushes in deeper; forcing a loud noise to tumble from the back of her throat when he begins to fill her up to the hilt.Â
âThere you go, taking it like a good fucking puppy, yeah?â He groans against her neck when her nails sink into his back muscles, scratching downwards and surely leaving marks. Â
Then heâs flipping her over onto her stomach with one swift movement, pushing all the way in once more; fitting snugly inside as her walls flutter around him.Â
She cries out at the new angle his cock is now poking at her insides as he shoves her face into the couch cushions with each jostle of his hips against her. And heâs not gentle, sheâs not even sure he knows what the word means as he keeps stuffing her full over and over again; making her see stars when she can almost feel her orgasm on the tips of her fingers. Â
âSuch a filthy slut, arenât ya? Letting a complete stranger fuck you like this in your own house?â A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he keeps nudging at the spongy spot inside her; her loud moans echoing around the room and she feels so good she thinks sheâs gonna pass out.Â
âShould stay here for longer, yeah? Just fuck this tight little cunt whenever I get bored, hm?â He pants, mouthing at her neck as his thrusts begin to grow lazy.Â
And she has half the mind to agree.Â
#fun fact: the dialogue alluding to the smut actually inspired this whole story#outlaw!rafe#pogue!reader#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#obx smut#obx fic#obx#obx fanfiction#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x pogue!reader#stockholm syndrome#rafe cameron obx
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criminal minds masterlist :)
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aaron hotchner
the problem with arguing
you and aaron run into some trouble at home, what happens when you're taken by an unsub?
breaking rules mr.hotchner? (part 2) better than ok
what happens when you and aaron are left after work alone? (and) surely he'll visit you in hospital, right?
unfair unfair part 2
my take on: season 3 episode 20- Lo-fi
i donât even know you anymore part 1 part2
aaron is there for you after you spencer break up, romance ensues.
motherly instincts
aaron's overbearing mother makes a comment about your postpartum body, he doesn't react well.
slowly
aaron is there for you during the one of the most difficult times of your life.
fix it | fix it together
what happens when you and aaron are arguing and he compares you to haley, and worse, brings up an annulment?
my boy only breaks his favourite toys
based on the song by taylor swift
fresh out the slammer
based on the song by taylor swift
jealous?
you were to supposed keep you relationship a secret, what happens when a certain doctor develops a crush on you?
guilty as sin?
based on the song by taylor swift
no promises
aaron has to save you from an unsub before it's too late.
safe
you are a victim of an unsub and aaron finally has to tell the team something.
office couch
you and aaron spend some time on his office couch⊠(18+)
nervous night
aaron is there for you when a night with your sister turns sour.
opening night
aaron misses your opening night, he forgot all about it.
insomniac
how aaron helps with your insomnia episodes.
a great start
how you and aaron end up together after a hostage situation
pinky promises
how you and aaron worry jack, and how aaron finds something out almost 20 years later.
who did this to you?
aaron gets quite the surprise after a mission
telling him
jack can't go to school, so you swoop in and become aaron's hero, he asks two pretty important questions.
drunk confession and the morning after
aaron admits some very cute things when he's drunk.
aaron's admissions last night ended in a proposal in the car. not exactly romantic, but oh well
always
sharing a hotel room forces feelings to the surface.
clingy
aaron acts quite differently with his wife around, which causes eyebrowns to raise and feelings to start getting hurt.
the picture
a late night issue turns into something very nice when your boss that supposedly hates you decides to come clean.
birthday fights & other lies
aaron forgot your birthday which spirals into something much deeper.
cookies
you're the cute barista he sees everyday.
shocker
you have some news for your husband.
insecurity
aaron starts to overthink and doesn't realise how it's impacting the relationship.
safe
aaron had to make sure you're safe, can he get to you in time?
birthday break
aaron almost misses your birthday
protective
aaron (literally) fights for you
believe me aaron is there for you during a particularly difficult case. (18+)
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spencer reid
thank god for dr. spencer reid
spencer saves you from your shitty family
i don't even know you anymore (part 2) i don't even know you anymore
your breakup with a cheating spencer and the aftermath with hotch
you were right
your husband accepts an invitation on your behalf
in sickness and in health
spencer is there for you when your sick, even with the germs
iâd say yes
is spencer asking you out? you'd say yes.
the tortured poets department
based on the song by taylor swift
stalker
spencer's there for you when the unsub is your hometown stalker, who's still obbessed with you
spencer x gender neutral model!reader
headcanons with spencer and a model reader :)
weird facts
you finally meet spencer's friends/team, only thing is, they don't know you exist.
relief
when spencer can't get to you in time, waking up leads to the team finding out about a few things. Like, you're married. And something else...
mutism
how you and spencer met, the first time spencer heard you speak, and a look into your life together
transfer
how your sudden transfer forces certain feelings to the surface
i wanna kiss you on the mouth
both of you are completely unaware of your feelings, but you speak too loudly and your feelings are confessed.
whoâs afraid of little old me?
based on the song by taylor swift
saving you
spencer has to save you before itâs too late
hair tie
spencer's hair is getting too long
the fifth kiss
lila archer gets in the way of you and spencer.
you make me happy
spencer acts quite differently around you and it shocks the team
all alone
spencer doesn't want to get hurt, too bad it hurts you in the process
the joys of a workplace relationship
a new addition to the team causes some very strange conversations to be had- and a very embarrassing moment for both spencer, and you.
confession
spencer's birthday was supposed to be fun for him and his girlfriend, what happens when his mentor (his girlfriends father) shows up at his door?
picking
spencer notices one of your issues, and is determined to fix it.
broadway baby
a secret gets out
revealed
derek tricks you both, uh oh
donât dwell
you and spencer reconcile after a bad case
controlled turns out spencer doesn't hate you...
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derek morgan
friendly fire
you and derek don't get along very well
high maintenance
you're told your high maintenance, you set out to prove it's not true, it goes badly.
my girl
derek is there to wash your insecurities away (tall reader x derek morgan)
take down
you take down an unsub threatening your husband, derek morgan
labour
derek has to do something when you're three days past your due date (18+)
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series
pride: you, a bau team member are faced with quite the choice when both aaron hotchner and spencer reid are interested in you, but what will happen when a family emergency calls them into action? And which will you choose?
part 1, (in progress)
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birthday blues: spencer, your boyfriend makes a choice that cuases something in your relationship to break. can he even fix it?
part one part two(in progress)
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regrets: spencer, your fiancĂš comes home from prison and an amalgamation of your grief and his causes the collapse of your relationship. Fast forward five years and the question still stands, can he fix it?
part one | part two (in progress)
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insomniac au: your life with aaron and jack, working with your insomnia
insomniac
treatment plan (part 1) treatment plan (part 2)
aaron oversteps and it starts a fight.
#aaron hotchner x reader#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fic#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#masterlist#aaron hotchner fluff#spencer reid fluff#x reader#angst#fluff#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid#derek morgan x reader#derek morgan x y/n#derek morgan#bau team#derek morgan fluff#derek morgan imagine#derek morgan fanfiction#doctor spencer reid#dr spencer reid#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner imagine
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THREE'S A CROWD
đž toji fushiguro x shiu kong x f!reader
đž kinktober smut oneshot
â you've been working with shiu and toji long enough to know that they both have eyes for you and after a particularly bloody and frustrating mission, you give in to their teasing for the first time. you know two things for sure. shiu needs a bigger car, and it won't be the last time you give in. â
đž warnings ; 18+ only. contains explicit content. threesome. spit roasting. marking. biting. slight voyeurism. rough car sex. p in v. oral (f! and m! receiving). manhandling. fingering. mild size kink. throat fucking. nipple play (f! receiving). mild praise. mild degradation. mild dacryphilia. mild choking. pet names (doll, girl, pretty, baby, sweetheart). use of cigarettes. toji's dirty talk is a warning in itself.
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masterlist || kinktober 2024 masterlist
Seeing Shiuâs car is a goddamn relief. Blood drips from your cheek to your sleeve and you can feel the crimson that coats your gloves and pants seeping through the material. Sure, the blood doesnât phase you anymore, but it doesnât make soaked clothing any more comfortable.
Toji rolls down the passenger window as you approach in Shiuâs largest car, the one he usually uses for kidnappings and hostages and the sight of Toji likely means thatâs just what theyâve returned from.
âShiu, I swear to god if thereâs a person in the trunk on top of my clean clothes, Iâll lose it,â you grumble, leaning forward to glance into the back. At least thereâs no one tied up in the back.
âDonât worry, doll. He was in the back and the jobâs done,â Shiuâs words are slightly muffled as he lights his cigarette.
Letting out a sigh, you nod. âPop the trunk?â
A puff of smoke leaves Shiuâs lips as he leans down to flick the lock for the trunk of the car. It opens with a thud, revealing your duffle bag with a fresh change of clothes. You had requested Shiu pick you up in a fairly remote location, shrouded by trees on every side to allow you some privacy to change rather than painting the inside of his car crimson.
If Toji were a better man, he would keep his eyes on the shroud of trees ahead. Alas, thatâs not the case as Tojiâs eyes stray to the side view mirror as he shamelessly watches as you pull your black compression shirt up over your head. He shuffles in his seat, attempting to adjust his cock as it hardens at the sight of your cleavage bouncing in your bra.
You pull your gloves off and let your hair down and if Toji didnât know you were an assassin, he might think youâre an angel. You wipe some blood from your hair and forehead with the old shirt before pulling on a new black low-cut top. Sliding out of your pants, you slip into a pair of gray sweatpants before slamming the trunk and groaning as you finally sit down in the back seat.
âHow was the job?â Toji asks, clearing his throat as he brings a foot up onto the seat to hide his⊠problem.
âHow many guards does one person need?â You groan, rolling your eyes as you slouch back into the leather. âIt was such a pain, I didnât think it would take so long.â
âMm,â Toji hums a response, unable to keep his thoughts straight. âStressed?â He asks, shooting a glance at Shiu. He barely manages to contain his scoff when he catches the strained look on his handlerâs face as the man keeps his eyes set dead ahead. Oh heâs as bricked up as Toji is right now and it doesnât do the assassin any favors as his cock jumps at the lewd thoughts running through his mind.
âYou have no idea,â you grumble, throwing your head back as you stare at the carâs roof.
Toji takes a pause before deciding to get a bit brazen, wondering if Shiuâs noticed heâs not alone. âYâknow,â Toji begins, the smirk on his lips audible in his voice, âI have an idea that could help with that.â
Catching the obvious innuendo held within Tojiâs tone, Shiu finally shoots him a glance. Itâs hard not to notice the tent in Tojiâs pants even with his leg up on the seat in an attempt to block it. The handler takes a long drag of his cigarette, equally unable to stop his cock from growing harder in his slacks just as he was beginning to get it under control.
Toji shuffles to get a better look at you in the back seat as the gears in your mind turn. Shiu is close behind, moving his head more subtly to stare at you in his peripherals. Youâre not oblivious to the deeper meaning behind Tojiâs words and you canât deny that theyâre both attractive. Both men have also made their attraction to you fairly obvious over the past few months of working with them. In fact, itâs hardly a debate in your mind whether you want to have sex with them. The real question is whether the car can handle both of them. Or if you can.
âCare to enlighten me?â You play along with Tojiâs words, a sly smirk donning your lips.
The assassin grins, eyes darkening as his pupils blow with lust. âYâknow, you gave Shiu and I a bit of a show back there, nâ we both seem to be havinâ a bit of a problem.â
Your brow raises as you fight the urge to call them out for watching you, but you bite your tongue given that you were equally guilty in this scenario, having purposefully made a show out of changing for both men. Had you truly wanted to, you could have absolutely stood closer to the trunk to change but you made sure you were in view of the sideview mirrors, just as you know Toji has done in the past.
âIâm thinkinâ we could help with that stress, nâ you could help with our problems,â Toji shrugs like itâs all a simple exchange.
âYouâve been awfully quiet, Shiu. You gonna help with all my stress?â You purr, watching as he stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray sitting in the center of the car with a smirk.
Heâs out of the car in a second, back door open as he slides into the back seat with you. His lips eagerly collide with yours just as you see Toji slide between the gap in the front seats with a grunt of effort. Though you canât see him, you can hear him shuffling around, knocking both you and Shiu in his effort to slip into the back seat with you.
Shiu pulls back, ready to spout irritated words at Toji, but a single tug on his tie from your eager fingers pulls him back down to you. He gives in immediately, shoulders relaxing as your fingers rake through the short hair at the base of his scalp.
You gasp into the kiss as Tojiâs large hand grips your thigh, a row of sloppy kisses planted along the column of your neck. His scar brushes against your skin as he focuses his attention at the base of your neck. Shiu swallows your whimper when Toji begins to suck on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck.
Shiu doesnât break the kiss as he easily shuffles out of his suit jacket. The clanking of a belt cuts through the lewd sounds painting the air as he tosses that into the front as well.
âSuch a dirty little thing, arenât ya?â Toji hums, groping your breast with one hand as he covertly slips you onto his lap. His hardened length tents his pants and rubs against the swell of your ass as he not-so-subtly ruts his hips against you.
With each roll of Tojiâs hips and sloppy kiss left on your neck, you shuffle and whine into Shiuâs mouth. The handler sighs, pulling back to shoot Toji a look. âFushiguro, stop moving her around so much, Iâm practically up against the seat.â
Toji clicks his tongue. âNot my problem,â he gruffs.
âIt will be when youâre the one shoved up against the seat.â
âBoys, thereâs enough of me to go around. You can both have your turn,â you purr, squeezing Tojiâs thigh as you press a chaste kiss to Shiuâs lips. It seems to satisfy them both as Tojiâs hands grip your hips while he continues to grind against you while Shiu loosens his tie and discards his shirt.
As Shiu undresses, Toji uses his thumb and forefinger to turn your chin to him, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. By comparison to Shiu, Tojiâs lips are rough and he moves against you with fervor as though heâs been waiting his entire life for this moment. He commands you with his tongue rather than moving with you. Toji wants control.
With your attention on Toji, Shiuâs hands wander over your thighs before sliding along the band of your sweatpants as he begins to work them down your legs, lifting you briefly off of Tojiâs lap. Your attention is pulled to the handler as you let out a surprised yelp at being lifted so suddenly, but Tojiâs having none of that as he tightens his grip on your chin and pulls you back to him.
âAh-ah,â Toji tuts, squeezing your cheeks with his forefinger and thumb. âEyes on me, girl.â He stares at your puckered lips, running his thumb over the lower one as you stare into his emerald eyes, obediently keeping your attention on him. Shiu pushes your thighs open, resting them on either side of Tojiâs knees beneath you. He begins to kiss up your inner thighs, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.
You bite back a moan but Toji grins as your eyes glaze over with need, growing more lidded by the second. âYou wet for Shiu already, pretty lilâ thing?â Toji drawls, a puff of air leaving his nose in a dry laugh when all you can manage is a moan.
âWords, doll,â Shiu instructs, equally as pushy as Toji even as he looks up at you from between your thighs.
âY-Yes,â you manage, lips parting as Shiu licks a long stripe up your clothed pussy.
The handler smirks, fingers digging into your skin as his tongue swipes over his lower lip. âSheâs fucking soaked for us, Fushiguro.â
Toji finally lets your chin go, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he moves his attention to your breasts. Large, rough, hands knead the plush of your breasts as Shiu hooks two fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and moves it aside.
You wouldnât know with your head thrown back on Tojiâs shoulder but they exchange a look as Toji flicks your nipple and Shiu gives your clit a couple of kitten licks at the same time. A shrill gasp leaves your lips followed by a whimper as you arch your back against Toji at the sudden sensation. The assassinâs cock twitches against your ass as he hums in your ear, pleased with your moans.
Shiu occupies himself with your pleasure as he plunges his tongue into your core, lidded mahogany eyes focused on your reactions as he flicks the muscle within your gummy walls in search of what sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your lips are parted as you lean your full weight back against Toji, his hands continuing to pinch, flick and tug on your nipples. Both menâs actions send pleasure straight to your throbbing pussy but itâs when Shiu withdraws and slides his middle finger deep within your walls that you jolt and your hands go out in search of something to grab onto.
âEasy, girl,â Toji chuckles at your reaction, rutting his hips against your ass as your sudden movement teases his pulsing cock with friction. His lips attach to your neck as he sucks and bites at the tender skin, leaving behind marks that you know will turn purple in a matter of moments.
Clutching onto Tojiâs thick forearm and the seat in front of you, you whimper as Shiu curls his finger within you. Itâs only a matter of moments before heâs found your sweet spot and begins to rhythmically bully your walls.
âShit, doll, youâve got a pretty moan,â Shiu groans as he begins to palm his hardened erection through his boxers. The shuffling of fabric tells you that endeavor doesn't last long as he pulls his cock from his slacks to slowly pump himself as he reattaches his lips to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. He moans against your cunt, the vibrations sending a chill straight up your spine as you arch your back for him.
âYou close already?â Toji teases as he continues to palm your breasts with one hand, moving the other to hold your hips in place as you begin to squirm on his lap. The movement of your hips is driving him crazy, but he resists the urge to flip you and bully his cock into you right then and there out of fear of breaking you.
âAh- f-faster-!â you whimper, legs quivering on either side of Tojiâs knees as you attempt to fasten them around Shiuâs head. The handler chuckles once more, sliding a second finger easily past your folds and adding to the intense pleasure coiling in your abdomen. Your nails dig hard into the leather of Shiuâs front seat and Tojiâs forearm as the digits within your walls pick up their pace, moving faster and harder.
âCum on your handlerâs face fâr me,â Toji coaxes in your ear, his voice low and sultry in tone, sending you crashing into your climax like a ton of bricks.
âShiu-! Shit- haah-â you babble and moan as your back arches and your walls pulse around his digits. Toji holds you firmly in place with one hand as Shiu doesnât relent, only slowing his movements to draw wave after wave of your orgasm out of you. When you slump back against Toji with a pant, Shiu finally withdraws his fingers, getting to a hunched standing position. He leans over you, gripping your chin as he slides his slick-covered fingers between your lips.
âGood girl,â Shiu praises, wiping your arousal from his chin with the back of his other hand. You suck his fingers, the taste of your climax sending heat between your thighs once more. You subconsciously attempt to close your legs again, catching Tojiâs attention.
âStill horny after that, eh?â
âDonât be a tease, Tojâ,â you groan breathlessly.
âDunno, think you might deserve it after the show you gave us earlier,â Shiu comments as he lights a cigarette.
âOpen a window, asshole,â Toji growls with a huff. Shiu shrugs, a puff of smoke leaving his lips as he cracks the window behind him.
Your chest still heaves, completely blissed out as Toji easily lifts you from his lap and sets you down on all fours on the back seat. Your legs are still trembling from your orgasm as you struggle to hold yourself upright on shaky limbs.
âStill sensitive, doll?â Shiu teases as he blows a puff of smoke out the window and gives you a moment to come down from your high. You nod as you look up at him before your attention is drawn to his cock. You blink a few times as you take in Shiuâs size. His shaft is of fairly average girth, but heâs long. You inadvertently bite your lip, catching the handlerâs eye. âSee something you like?â He grins, holding his cigarette off to the side as smoke cascades up to the roof and out the window.
ââM thinking we should have done this a while ago,â you purr, aiming to sit down on your knees in an attempt to tease the man, but youâre immediately pulled back up into your original position. You yelp in surprise, turning your attention to Toji, whoâs now mostly undressed with his shirt tossed aside and pants pulled down enough that you can see the tent in his boxers.
âNah, stay on your hands and knees,â he chides, getting on his knees behind you, although heâs forced to bend over your back to avoid hitting his head on the carâs roof. His breath is warm on your back as you feel him pull his length from his black boxers. The weight of his cock on your ass makes you swallow as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of the bulky man behind you.
Toji is grinning as he slowly pumps his length, eyes lidded as he watches the way you take in just how thick and long he is. A pulsing vein runs up the side of his length up to his swollen tip, dripping with pre-cum that damn near makes your mouth water.
âAs much as I like havinâ you ogle me, I wanna see that pretty lilâ mouth of yours wrapped around a cock while I rail ya from behind.â Tojiâs words are filthy as he lines himself up with your sopping lips.
Shiuâs fingers grab your chin as he guides you back to him. He twitches at the mere sight of you, a puff of smoke leaving him as he pushes his tip between your lips.
âShiiit, doll,â Shiu groans as you obediently hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue over his swollen head. He leans his knee on the seat to support his weight as he slowly pushes himself into you while Toji ruts his length through your folds, covering it in the slick that still drips from your previous orgasm.
âDâya think Shiu prepared you well enough fâr me?â Toji teases, and you half expect him to push in right then and there, but itâs his long and thick finger that slips easily into your cunt.
âT-To-!â You cry out around Shiuâs cock, but you donât manage to finish the assassinâs name when Shiu pushes to the back of your throat, holding you in place by your chin and stifling your cry.
âHah- Fuck.â A puff of smoke leaves his lips as he moans and throws his head back. âBeinâ such a good girl for me,â he groans, leaning over to stub out the last of his cigarette as he gives you his full attention.
He doesnât move for a moment, his length pressed to the back of your throat restricting your breathing as tears form in the corners of your eyes.
âToo much, pretty girl?â Shiu taunts, lidded eyes admiring the look of your mouth stuffed full of him. He pulls back just enough to let you breathe and barely mutter out a no. âTch.â Shiu smirks, bringing a finger to your cheek to wipe the first tear that falls.
Behind you, Toji slips a second finger into your cunt, curling his fingers so expertly it sends a spark of electricity up your spine and heat straight to your core. You moan around Shiu, grinding your hips back against Toji as he teases your clit with the rough pad of his thumb, but just as quickly as he begins to rub circles over the bundle of nerves, he pulls his digits out.
Your muffled whine barely hits the air before Toji sinks his tip in and forces a gasp from deep in your throat. You collapse forward onto your forearms as pain and pleasure mix and coil in your abdomen, forcing Shiu to lower himself with you, though he doesnât mind now that his head isnât hitting the ceiling.
Why the fuck did you decide to do this in the car?
Leaning over you, Toji moves his hips as he feeds you his length inch by inch, slowly so as not to split you in half.
âShit, yâre tight,â he groans, one arm on the back of the seat while his other hand rests by your elbow. When Toji bottoms out, he waits for a moment as he allows you to adjust to just how full you are with his cock. Shiu doesnât move either as both men give you a chance to take a breath before they ravage you with need. Your handlerâs length twitches when you swipe your tongue over the tip teasingly as the pain in your stomach dissolves into nothing but pleasure.
âHah, you being a tease right now, doll?â Shiu breathes out as he holds your head in place and pushes his cock deep into your throat, moving rhythmically as he fucks into you relentlessly. Toji takes that as his sign to move as well, his cock jerking as he watches you choke on Shiuâs cock.
The assassin rams into you, his length brushing your sweet spot with every thrust. Both men use you so meanly that youâre being shoved back onto each cock in both directions as though theyâre competing with one another.
âMmf-!â You barely manage to choke out a cry as your climax approaches quickly.
âYâlike being used like that, baby?â Toji mutters from above your shoulder. âYâlike beinâ a little toy fâr us?â He pulls out fully before ramming his full length deep into your cunt and pulling a cry from you again as Shiu continues to bully the back of your throat. âClampinâ down on me, yâre close already, arenât ya?â
You can barely manage a whimper when your high hits hard and fast, your stomach knotting and releasing in a wave of pure bliss. You see stars as neither man relents, chasing their own orgasms without giving you a break as you gush around Tojiâs girthy shaft.
âGonna make me cum with that mouth of yours,â Shiu moans, his cock jerking and twitching as your throat contracts around him with each whimper and whine that you release. He follows shortly after you, his release painting the back of your throat white as you swallow every drop, your tongue swiping his sensitive tip and pulling a moan from him as he jerks and slumps back into the seat with an arm over the back of the seat and one over the ledge of the window.
Toji becomes surprisingly quiet and although he doesnât say much, his movements grow sloppy and imprecise and itâs barely a moment before his arousal fills you up and seeps out around his base, leaving a ring of white at the base of his cock as he pulls out.
He gives himself a couple of last pumps as he licks your back once before sitting back on the seat, mirroring Shiuâs actions.
At last, you collapse forward, curled into the seat as you pant to catch your breath. Your tear-filled eyes are blurred with pleasure as you come down from the high of being with Toji and Shiu.
Shiu rakes a hand through your hair so tenderly you almost wouldnât know heâd just pounded your throat raw barely a minute ago. âHow are you feeling?â He asks, tilting your head subtly to get your honest reaction.
You shoot him a smile. âMight be the best dick Iâve gotten in my life.â
Both men chuckle. âGood to hear,â Shiu replies, reaching forward for another cigarette. As he lights it and smoke begins to curl from the ashen tip, he turns his head to blow smoke out the window. âI think I owe you both a night at a hotel,â he comments.
âFor the threesome or the job?â Toji chuckles.
âFor the job, dumbass.â
You let out an exhausted, breathy laugh as you force yourself to sit up. Shiu grabs his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his cigarette balanced between his lips.
âYou know, you could lie and say it was the threesome and make us feel good,â you tease.
âI think I made you feel plenty good, sweetheart.â
You roll your eyes. âDunno. Maybe you could show me what you mean at this hotel youâre talking about?â
Toji scoffs, a grin on his scarred lips. âSuch a greedy lilâ thing. Already lookinâ for round two?â
You put your hands up defensively. âWhat can I say?â You smirk, falling back into the seat to catch your breath. âOh, and Shiu? You need a bigger car.â
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Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader
Warnings: Smut, swearing, power imbalance, incest, cheating
1.01
Your fingers twitch as you approach the queenâs private quarters. It would be the first time you had been in it; since being brought to Dragonstone, youâd mainly remained in your own bedchamber, the sept, or Aegon's Garden. You werenât allowed to wander the halls yourself, and you most definitely werenât privy to the information being discussed during the council meetings.
âPrincess,â Ser Erryk tilts his head slightly and opens the door, letting you inside.
You avoid the knights face; up until a few moons prior, Ser Erryk was one of the kingsguards sworn to keep you and your siblings safe; however, when your father died and Aegon was placed upon the throne, Ser Erryk left kings landing and fled to Dragonstone to swear his sword to the queen.
Walking further into the room, your eyes land on Rhaenyra; she was sitting hunched over at her desk, scowling at the scroll in her hand. You stare at her for a moment; her silver hair was unbraided and fallen waves swayed around her face, and she was wearing a light gray nightgown. It seems she was getting ready to retire for the night before deciding to summon you.
âYour grace.â
She lets out a frustrated sigh and drops the scroll. Rhaenyra shakes her head. âMeleys head was paraded through kings landing for all the small folk to see.â
âOh.â
âIt was on the order of Aegonâs council. The dowager queen and Aemond stood on the balconies of the red keep overlooking this... abomination.â
âI believe it is a half-truth, your grace.â
Scoffing, she finally turns to look at you. âI did not ask what you believed in.â
âForgive me; I thought I may have some insight, but I overstepped.â
Her gaze is intense. âYouâll do well to remember you are my hostage.â
She was right; you were taken from kings landing against your own free will, yet Rhaenyra hadnât been cruel to you once. You had been well fed and clothed, and not once had anyone spoken out of turn to you. She holds your stare for a moment before turning back to look at her desk.
âYou look different,â you say, breaking the silence. âDuring the day you look at what I imagine Queen Visenya did, but here and now Iâd say you resemble her younger sister, Rhaenys.â
It may have been an odd thing to say, but it was the truth; there was a stark contrast between how fierce she looks during the day and night. Sighing, Rhaenyra stands with her arms crossed. âThe path I walk has never been trod. I must be sure I only seek counsel from those I can trust.â
âIâm no fool; I do not think youâll trust me so easily, but I must say if you think me being a hostage would lure my husband here, then you are mistaken; Aemond cares only for his own ambitions.â
âYou know the enemy well, and that makes you valuable.â
You feel your cheeks start to heat up and rub at the back of your neck, desperate for the conversation to change. âThere are very few who would have the authority to order something as heinous as beheading a dragon. My mother wouldnât have the stomach for it, and Aemond knows how special our dragons are; he practically worships his own.â
âWhat of Aegon?â
You stiffle a laugh. âForgive me, tis not funny; itâs just Aegonâs thoughts go no further than whores and wine. Although his hand has no respect for our house's symbol, I suspect it was him.â
âSo Otto was behind this.â
âNo, your grace, my grandsire was sent away from court. Cristion Cole is his new hand.â
She looks genuinely shocked to hear that. Shaking her head, she starts to walk in the direction of her bed. âYou may go and retire for the night. I will... we will speak more in the morrow.â
âFor what itâs worth, I always thought you would have made a good queen.â
Rhaenyra abruptly stops walking; she stills for a few seconds then suddenly rushes over towards you, pulling you into her embrace. Her nose brushes against the side of your neck; her action has a certain sweetness to it. Unintentionally, your lips skim against her jawline, and you notice the way her breathing quickens, and you feel her heart racing faster in her chest.
âI accept you as my queen and ruler, Rhaenyra,â you mumble, moving to kiss her neck.
Her hand gently strokes the back of your hair, careful not to pull on your braids. Your own hand slowly moves from her back to her ribs, then up towards her breast. You momentarily stop to see if Rhaenyra slaps your hand away or tells you to stop, but she doesnât; instead, the smallest whine leaves her mouth.
Still kissing her neck, your fingers trace over the delicate fabric covering her body, and you palm at her chest, enjoying hearing her moan. You lower the fabric of her nightgown enough for her breast to become exposed; her skin is soft beneath your fingers.
Your foreheads touch as she kisses you; her lips were soft and tasted of mint; no doubt she has drank tea recently.
Moving your mouth downwards, your teeth lightly graze her nipple, not enough to cause pain but enough to get a reaction. You swirl your tongue around her nipple before taking it into your mouth. Rhaenyra arches her back, âOh gods.â
All you can focus on is giving her pleasure. Between licking and sucking, you say, âI want to make you feel good, my queen; I know how frustrated you must be.â
Before Rhaenyra can say anything back, there is a knock at the door, causing the two of you to jump apart. She fixes her nightgown, clears her throat, then calls out, âCome.â
Elinda enters the room with a smile on her face and a tray with fresh tea on it.
â
For weeks you wanted to interact with those on Dragonstone; let them know you played no part in your mother and brothers doings, but now standing across the table from Lord Corlys and Prince Jacaerys, you wished for nothing more than to hide in the privacy of your chamber.
Rhaenyra gives her son a knowing glance, and he eases up slightly.
In truth, you had been worried about how Rhaenyra would act towards you after what happened the night before. It had crossed your mind she would ignore you, but she had invited you to join them in the chamber of the painted table. It wasnât quite a council meeting with only four of you, but it was a start to gaining her trust.
âMy mother says Cole is now Aegonâs hand,â Jacaerys says sharply.
âHer grace is correct. My grandsire and Aegon had a falling out, and he made Criston his new hand.â
âWhat did they fall out about?â
âJaehaerys death,â you look down at the table and pray no tears fall. The death of your nephew was devastating. âOr how his death was handled, I should say, my grandsire had Jaehaerys body paraded throughout kings landing for all to see and forced my mother and sister to go along with the body despite Aegon and Helaena saying they didnât want that.â
Rhaenyra shakes her head and quietly says, âHelaena is innocent in all of this.â
âThe gold cloak, Blood, said it was he and a rat catcher who... did what they did, but he didnât know the manâs name, so Aegon had all the rat catchers hung, their bodies left to hand and rot in the street. My grandsire feared this would upset the order of things, and then Criston was made hand.â
âAnd how has Cole fared as a hand?â
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at Jacaerys questioning. "Well, as I was taken from the Sept the following day, I am unclear as to what has happened. But I imagine Aegon will be outnumbered. Cole will be working with Aemond.â
âAnd what happened at Rookâs rest,â Lord Corlys, is rawer than you expected. âWas there doing?â
âI could not say, but I think the only thing Aegon loves more than himself is Sunfyre; I donât think he would knowingly risk his dragon's safety.â
The following hour is tough; the Prince and Lord ask you question after question; none of you could give a real answer to it. It was hard; they were both grieving, as was Rhaenyra, all because of your brother-husband's actions.
You finish the remaining wine in your glass and meet Rhaenyraâs gaze. âIf I am to continue offering you information, I must be assured of one thing.â
Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly. âAnd what is that?â
âHelaena and her child, along with Daeron, are spared.â
Rhaenyra nods, so you keep your word and continue. âThe Greens Council is a mess; itâs disorganized, and my mother is losing all control she had over my brothers.â
Jacaerys tilts his head to the side; he seems genuinely curious. âHow so?â
âAegon does not thank her for forcing him to be in the position he is in, and she blames Aemond for starting this war, and he disagrees.â
âDo you?â
Your fingers knot together; it was a difficult question to answer. âI think the war started the day my mother and grandsire began plotting to usurp the throne.â
âThank you, princess,â Rhaenyra says before anything else has been asked. âThat is all for today.â
â
âThank you, Elinda; that is all for tonight.â
âYour grace,â the handmaiden picks up a tray with an empty bowl on it then leaves the queen's chambers.
After you were dismissed earlier, you were yet to see anyone else until you were summoned to the queen's chambers again. You were still confused about why she asked for you the first time, but youâd find out another day. Rhaenyra was already pacing back and forth, so this wasnât a good time to ask. She was wearing a nightgown similar to the one the night before, except this one was a lighter shade.
âThe cobblestones are strong, but you may still put a hole in them, yet.â
She briefly lets out a chuckle but continues to pace. You step forward and reach for her hands, stopping her from walking anymore. âRhaenyra, whatâs wrong?â
She chews on her bottom lip, looking deep in thought before answering. She smirks, âIâve found myself frustrated again.â
She pulls you in for a kiss while walking backwards until her bum hits the edge of her bed. Rhaenyra sits back and brings the bottom of her nightgown to her hips and opens her legs, giving you access to her bare cunt.
Nothing else needs to be said.
You go down onto your knees and press a kiss to her damp curls. Your eyes locked with her as you spread her foldâs open with your fingers before licking her, savoring her sweet taste.
âOh fuck,â Rhaenyraâs moans and puts her legs over your shoulders.
You continue teasing her with your tongue before moving your attention to her clit, which you begin to suck on. Rhaenyraâs fingers tangle into your hair, her tight grip causing your braids to fall out of place. Her thighs begin to shake around your head as she comes.
While she compares herself, you lean back on your heels and press your cheek to the inside of her thigh.
âI had no idea you would be so good at that.
You chuckle, âDo you want me to do it again?â
âIf you wish it.â
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