#dear gods someone please stop him before it's too late

[yamimichi]

Hitler-wannabe. He needs to be stopped before he really does become another Hitler.

[bitchlessdino]

stolen entries (m)

airing: fem!Reader x stalker!joshua

Genre: thriller, smut, stalking au

Word count: 10k

tags: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T FOLLOW IN THE READERS FOOTSTEPS AND STAY SAFE. rated R for life RUINING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND READ WARNINGS TO AVOID ANY TRIGGERING SUBJECTS, stalking, wrong just very morally black!joshua, dark imagery including but not limited to: implied and mentions of murder/threat, mentions of manipulation, mentions of blood, window sex and implied fear of falling out, possessive!joshua, pet names (angel, darling, ect), hair pulling, spanking, blowjobs/cunnilingus with consumption, face fucking, degradation, praise kink

Summary: Diary entries of a man in love. Joshua knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on you and had to have you, even if it meant enduring the echoes of every intimate detail of every sexual encounter you’d had before him. But he knew you were worth the wait. He was worth the wait.

author note: thank you @diamonddaze01 @wongyuseokie @tomodachiii @miabebe for betareading! mental health is great thank you for asking, im really excited to have been working on this and everyone involved in betaing have been so incredibly helpful. i hope yall enjoy and thank you again for your patience. <3

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Entry #3 - November 30th: White suits you.

You look so perfect the way you do. Perfect in white. Perfect in lace. Perfect. Perfect. Forgive me, darling, for being redundant. But that’s all you look to me. Perfect. 

What wasn’t perfect was who you had in your room.

How perfectly imperfect.

But what was perfect was those sounds. So lewd. So perfect. Decadent. Enchanting you are, my dear. I wish I had been the reason for those sounds, but for now, I can only live vicariously through November 30th. He will only be known as November 30th. He doesn't deserve a name.

But, in a way, I should thank him. He’s satiating you now. He’s getting you ready for me as I’m getting ready for you.

Be patient, my sweet.

Entry #15 - December 15th: You like how it hurts.

 I don’t like this one. He’s rude. Doesn’t even open the door for you. Doesn’t say thank you or please when he asks for something. Just dumps you into bed like you’re a ragdoll.

For some reason, you like that. You like that it hurts. You like it so much you scream his name. I’m forced to learn it. 

Seokmin. 

Seokmin. Seokmin. Seokmin. 

Awful name. Awful on the tongue. I’d be better on the tongue.

But instead, he’s striking you. And I see red. In more ways than one. And you should be in agony, and I’d rescue you. But you’re laughing. You’re begging for more. You’re not fighting him to stop. You enjoy it too much. 

So I’m watching again. But I’m not gonna like it. I don't like him.

But you like it. That’s what matters. I despise December 15th—what he does to you, how much you like it, and how much I could do so much better.

Entry #32 - January 1st: You like to teach.

Happy New Year, darling. You started off with someone young. Someone talkative. An amateur. You’re drunk, however, so I'm sure you’ll regret it in the morning.

But for now, you’re enjoying yourself yet again, and by god is it messy. He’s very messy. He touches you like he’s never had experience before, and you let him. I should resent you, but in no way can. You’re precious. My experimental little darling. I’m addicted to you. I must have you, and neither this Chan, Seokmin, nor Jeonghan can stop me.

But for now, I'm grateful the boy cut it short. Like the late bloomer is. How incompetent. But you made it a teaching opportunity. You’re quite good at it. And you made the boy work to your advantage. That’s so sexy. So you. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re also clever. Just like I knew you’d be. January 1st is a good kid. But he should stay in his lane before I push him into one.

Entry #45 January 13th: Dirty talk is a must.

This one is rather peculiar. Overly confident. And rather…annoying. Like a puppy without a leash. Drunk on ego and hard liquor with names I don’t even bother to pronounce. He’s pretentious and it’s clear in the way he undresses himself for you.

He treats you like he’s the only man in the world, and you’re simply beneath him, but I know you’re so much more. Yet, you encourage it. You encourage his… delusion that he’s this outstanding work of art.

You love how he narrates, how he talks to you as if you’re incompetent—degrading even—and you egg him on. “Good girl” this, “bad slut” that. It’s contradictory, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You get off on such obscenity. You’re euphoric from it. Although I hate to do such a thing and call you rancid names, I’ll have to ponder more creative versions.

Nonetheless, you like a bit of chatter, don’t you? Well, January 13th will have nothing on me, my little Angel.

Entry #78 - February 15th: You can keep going until you’re in ruin.

You’ve had a lonely month, and I do apologize, my darling, especially since it’s partially my fault. It is not my time just yet to have you. I must discipline myself first. Condition myself to cater to your every whim. And you have a lot of them.

You’re greedy. This one was utterly restless, I almost felt bad. His stamina had nothing on yours, darling, and I see that you can bite more than you can chew. You’re insatiable. I lost track of the hours that night. My knees, scraped raw and red against the rough concrete floor, as I stayed hidden in the shadows, waiting for you to finish, which you did. Again. Again. Again. Again. 

I was starting to abhor this February 15th. What country did he save in his past life that earned him such devoted attention? Was he just that amazing? Did he make you 1000% satisfied? Would I have to kill him for that kind of love? Skin him and string him up like Christmas lights? It would be nice to prepare for the holidays early, wouldn’t it?

I’ll refrain for now. For your sake. But to keep up with you, my condition needs to multiply tenfold. I need to be able to be ready. Do what I need to to make indubitably and utterly mine.

M I N E.

Entry # 124 - April 1st: Toys are for adults too.

The joke was on me thinking you’ve changed your ways. Making love, or should I say primal sex, seemed to be something in the back of your head, but that wasn’t the case.

Instead, you fucked someone. A comedian nonetheless, and after he had finished his stand-up. You sat your pretty ass on the stool beside him, twirling your pretty strands of hair, batting your pretty lashes on that pretty face of yours. Just because it was April Fool's day doesn't mean you had to be the fool, my love. That was reckless. 

But I suppose I learned something about you. Something you like in bed that you haven’t exhibited in others is that although you love a good laugh, it wasn’t fit for the bedroom. Sometimes, toys aren’t just a trickster's accessory but a vixen’s too. They are just simply different. Distinctly different.

Though a comedian’s job is to speak, you had him—well—gagged. Ball-gagged, no less. That was... intriguing. Enticing, to say the least, and you turned the whole performance into something far more captivating. There’s always something new I’m learning about you, love. And I can’t wait to show you what I’m capable of when I finally get my hands on you—and your toys.

Entry # 200 - June 14th: You could do it anywhere.

Keeping up with your summer antics wasn’t easy. Considering every precaution I’ve taken and every obstacle I’ve faced, I did everything from double-checking flight numbers to calculating the perfect distance to stay hidden. If only you could appreciate my efforts, love. I had to make sure my hiding place remained undetected—always just far enough to stay out of sight, but close enough to ensure your safety.

And while I thought a vacation with your family was the last place you’d do looking, you wound up somehow in your brother’s best friend’s bed. Seungcheol, was it? You really have no fear, do you? All while your family was all downstairs, you were getting your desserts while everyone was preparing for dinner, wondering where you were.

Or when it was time to go down by the beach and you had a little adventure in the dressing room of ‘Martha’s Swimsuit Boutique.’ The employees blamed the sounds on the old building fixtures or whatever was happening next door, but I knew what was happening in there. Hell, every person with working ears knew what was happening in there. 

Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to forget you, to stop loving you, to forget you and how much you’ve hurt me. But I can't. No matter how much I want to or how many times I try, you're in my blood now. You're in my head, under my skin, and I can't rip you out. I don’t even want to.

You’re a part of me I can’t remove, like a vital organ. I just want you. I need you. I breathe you. If you want to do so much, I would take you right there on the dining table and wouldn’t care who watched, just to please you. Feel, taste, pound every part of you, from the red in your veins to cum that would flood in between my gums.

I  D O N T  K N O W  H O W  M U C H  L O N G E R  I  C A N  W A I T.

Entry # 237 - July 20th: At the end of the day, you want love too.

There’s no need to cry. He was never meant to have you is all. I must commend your brother. He beat that boy harder than I expected him to, but then again I would do a lot worse.

He didn’t deserve to have your heart. He was an idiot. I would never be like him. And you’ll realize that soon enough.

I would show you so much more. I can be so much more. I am so much more. My darling, I would travel to the next galaxy to have you, give you all that you desire, and make it so that the only tears you shed are the ones in bed when I prove to you how much you’re mine as much as I am yours.

Entry # 242 - July 25th: Today is the day.

Preemptively, I decided to go with a scent you’re familiar with. You've held out for weeks, even months, since your miraculous escape on July 20th. You’re stronger now, more confident, self-assured. very mindful, very demure. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist saying it—just like you’ve repeated since locking yourself away. It’s cute, really. This whole ‘recovery’ thing, it suits you.

It’s like you were made to pique my interest and appetite. Even right now, as you’re outside the window of this restaurant, unsure if you want to enter because this was the one you’d frequent so often with him. Your favorite place to be since you were a little one. 

I still can’t believe you decided to move back home. As if he hadn’t hurt you enough, you breathe the air he does? Watching him engage with the pretty blonde on his arm will not heal you, my sweet Angel. It is wrecking you. You should’ve left when you had planned to then.

I picked up my life and ran after you because I worried so much. I worried what would happen if I weren’t around to be with you. To make sure you’re okay. But I won’t have to anymore.

Today, I pretended to pick up a book you dropped to make eye contact with you, slipping a secret message I left on a Post-it inside. I hope you read it. I hope you reciprocate. And if you don’t, it had been all for nothing.

I’d be nothing.

Entry # 243 - July 26th: I love you.

You answered back, just like I thought you would.

“Hi :)” you said, with that cute emoji thing you do. How adorable. 

For a moment I was worried, you wouldn’t but only a moment I promise. I would never doubt you. I have entire faith in you, you’d realize what this is. The fire I have burning for you. 

I’m glad you’re giving us the chance to realize what we’re meant to be. I can’t wait for our first date. I’m so excited, I don’t even know what to write for today. I just want to live in the bliss of knowing that you finally see me. See me.

Entry # 244 - July 27th: You couldn't wait, and I almost gave in.

You tried kissing me. Put your hand on my thigh. Brushing against my–

I can’t be impatient. This journey can’t be rushed. No matter how much I want to push your head into the mattress and split you in half as you’re calling out my name.

The sooner I give in, the easier it is to make me a rebound. And I am no rebound.

I am meant to be your eternal. Your other half. Your perfect opposite.

Sleeping with you as soon as tonight would’ve tainted our beginning. You mean so much more to me than that. 

Just know I want you so bad. I want to get to know you. I want to see you. For our future to start, we need to start this off right. You’ve signed up for a slow burn, my darling.

We are worth the wait.

Entry # 255 - August 7th: I love you more than I realize.

We are so good together. Even if the bag boy decides to flirt with you in front of me, and even if you entertain it a little, thinking I wouldn’t see.

You’re trying to punish me for being disciplined. It’s funny. The things I could do to punish you for testing my patience. Don’t pretend to be all innocent when you bend your ass towards me, leaning up against the conveyer belt to show off both your…assets. Give a show to me and that loud vest-wearing scum.

You think you’re so clever. So sneaky. And maybe you are. You’ve made quite the effort to conceal the truth about your previous relations. I like to think you’re doing it for me. For my sake. Because you’re so considerate. But I know the truth my darling. I know all I need to know about you. But I appreciate your efforts.

You really do love me. And somehow, I love you even more.

Entry # 297 - September 18th: You miss him.

You saw him today, and although you hid it, I could see it in your eyes. You miss him still. Like he was a scar etched into you, or a blood stain that was impossible to get out. 

Did I have to kill him to rid you of thoughts of him? End your suffering by ending his life. It would be easy. So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so easy.

I just can’t stand the way you look at him. A mere boy when a man like me is beside you.

Making you wait feels almost impossible now. Who the hell am I kidding? I’m the one who's waiting.

I just had to do one last thing before. Just one more thing. By then it would be final. And it would just be us. Forever.

-

You had been seeing Joshua for just a few months, but he was different from the guys you’ve met before. A genuinely good guy. Gentlemanly, even. You found it cute and maybe hot–absolutely hot. Nothing more attractive than knowing a man can keep his hands to himself.

But now, you found yourself wondering if he had not initiated because of something else. Since you’ve met, he’s always been the perfect gentleman, polite and thoughtful in a refreshing and frustrating way. It’s rare to meet a man who doesn’t leap at the chance to get you into bed, and while you found his restraint enticing and irresistible, it also left you questioning whether he’s just being courteous—or if he’s doing it on purpose to ward you off.

You’ve given Joshua every hint imaginable. The thong peeking out from your jeans when you bent over, the casual unbuttoning of your top whenever his eyes drifted your way—each move deliberate, strategic. You even threw in your signature look, those smoldering eyes that always did the trick, scanning his body as if you could ravage him whole, and you would. It had a flawless track record. Until Joshua, that is.

It made you want him more. Like he was making you wait, beg for his attention. Made you forget for a moment you were crying over Seungcheol some time ago. As if your heart didn’t shatter into a million pieces shortly before meeting Joshua.

Even when you saw Seungcheol briefly–so briefly–a part of you still missed your ex, but you craved being in Joshua’s arms more. Like medicine. Joshua was your medicine.

God, you needed him so fucking viscerally.

That’s when you decided. No more beating around the bush this time. It’s been four months too long. You had to have this man.

You decided to make a surprise appearance at his place–the address you just happened to "discover" on his driver’s license when he wasn’t paying attention. And, of course, you showed up wearing something kind of insane.

You know those movie scenes where the sexy love interest throws on an oversized trench coat with barely anything underneath, or sometimes nothing at all? Yeah, well... you decided to try that. And now you’re waiting outside of his apartment building in the autumn weather–freezing your literal ass off–waiting for him to get home to give him the surprise of his life.

It had been over an hour, and with each exhale, your breath hung in the air, a visible reminder of the cold.  You hugged your coat tighter around your body, clutching it like it was the only barrier between you and freezing to death. And honestly, it might as well have been. Standing outside his building in practically nothing had your heart racing for all the wrong reasons.

Here you were trying to be all cutesy, sexy, and fun, and this damn man wasn’t even home. Were you out of your mind?

The anxiety was creeping in. The biting autumn air had found every exposed inch of your skin, and your confidence was sinking fast. Just when you were ready to leave this cringe-fest waiting to happen, and retreat to the warmth of your own home, you heard footsteps approaching from down the street. Your pulse quickened as you glanced up, and there he was, walking towards you in a long dark coat and sweater.

Joshua’s eyes met yours, his expression shifting from confusion to slow realization as registered you from his distance, watching you stand there bundled in your trench coat with something obviously beneath it. His lips parted slightly, his brow furrowed, but there was no judgment—just surprise, and more so curiosity.

You instinctively tightened your grip on the coat, pulling it closer around your nearly bare body as you leaned against the wooden front door that had been stubbornly keeping you outside. “Hey,” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling slightly in the cold, watching your breath materialize in the air as a delicate cloud of frost.

“Hi?” His tone was cautious but amused as if he was trying to piece together exactly what was waiting at his doorstep. He shoved his leather-gloved hands into the pockets of his own coat, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “This is...unexpected. What are you doing here?”

You let out a shaky laugh, nerves bubbling up as you shifted on your feet, your bare thighs scraping against one another as they clenched. “Yeah, so... there’s a really good explanation for all of this, but, um...” You glanced down at yourself, then back up at him, feeling more exposed than ever. “Can I come in first?”

His place was disturbingly neat—psychopathically neat. It was the kind of spotless where everything seemed too perfect, like someone with more than a few screws loose needed complete control over their space. Every surface gleamed, not a speck of dust or a misplaced item in sight.

“Want something warm? Tea, maybe?” He politely offered with a warm smile.

You found yourself mirroring his smile, a giddy excitement bubbling inside you like a teenager with a crush. With a light skip, you made your way back toward him, the trench coat swaying around you like an oversized brown paper bag—so tempting to just shed it. “That sounds really nice. Anything would be good.”

“Okay. I’ll put on some Earl Grey for you.” His lingering smilewas the last thing you see before he disappeared in the kitchen, giving you the opportunity to learn more about the owner of the home.

Nothing was out of place. The walls were a sterile beige, devoid of any warmth or personality, while the furniture radiated with an unsettling shine that suggested it had never truly been used. Not a single wrapper marred the coffee table, nor was there a crumb in sight—everything was meticulously arranged as if he harbored an unyielding aversion to disorder. It felt more like a stage set than a home, the kind of place that made you wonder if anyone actually lived here, especially given the spontaneity of your intrusion.

Your blood ran cold. The longer you scanned the room, the more strange it felt to be standing there. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as unease settled in. You suddenly found yourself questioning why he was taking so long with the tea.

Your toes curled in discomfort as you glanced over to where Joshua had disappeared, and just then, he emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of steaming hot tea in either hand. He set them down on the coffee table with a practiced ease and settled onto the pristine couch behind him. “Have a seat. We can wait while the tea steeps.”

You nodded, a tight look on your face, and lowered yourself onto the couch beside him, accepting a cup and sipping on its deeply rich content. “Thank you.”

“Now, what brought you over here? I’m surprised you managed to find out where I lived...considering I never told you,” he said, his expression blank as he nursed his cup in his hands.

“Well,” you began, swallowing hard as the heat from the tea scalded your tongue and burned its way down your throat. “I’m not quite sure how to explain this, but…I found your driver’s license when it fell out of your wallet on one of our dates, and I kind of memorized your address? I thought I’d surprise you.” You paused, a nervous laugh escaping. “That’s weird, isn’t it?”

He set his tea at the corner of the coffee table, and clasped his hands together, a teasing glint in his eyes hearing your confession. “Well... I commend you for not only your bravery in the doing and admitting fault, but it’s not that weird, actually. It’s kind of flattering.”

“Really? But I invaded your privacy. That’s invasive—almost illegal, isn’t it?” 

For a fleeting moment, you swore you saw his fists clench, but then one of his hands slid over yours, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckle, quickening your heart rate. “But if I say it’s okay, then it’s okay. Right?”

Also, setting your tea aside, your other hand instinctively fell on top of his, the earlier discomfort and worry fading into the background. “I guess so.”

He shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. “You look cold. Would you like a hug to warm you up?”

“S-sure,” you managed to stutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you accepted his invitation.

As his arms enveloped you, you felt the raw strength he kept hidden beneath the layers of clothing. The warmth radiated from his body, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he tightened his embrace around you, holding you protectively–possessively even. You breathed in his scent, registering his cologne you were all too familiar with and something else you couldn’t put your finger on. For a moment, every trace of anxiety disappeared. Joshua had a way of making you feel secure again, of restoring that sense of safety you hadn't realized was what you were in search of.

You leaned into it, your breath fanning over the skin of his neck as your hand roamed up his back, eager to peel off his physical and mental layers keeping you from devouring him with reckless abandon. You wanted to pull him closer, to feel the reassuring weight of his body against yours, like your own personal shield. The conflicting urge to consume him entirely, to the point of exhaustion, while simultaneously cherishing every part of him was a dilemma you never anticipated facing—especially so soon after a breakup. Joshua stirred something deep within you, something you couldn’t even begin to explain, no matter how hard you tried.

When he let you go, the absence of his warmth was immediate, but the kind smile on his face remained as if reassuring you that everything was fine. “Better?”

“Yeah. That was nice,” you whispered, still holding his hands, both large and perfect.

“Good. Now. What was this surprise that couldn’t wait for a text or phone call?”

Now, a wave of nerves washed over you once more.

Your hands fiddled with the straps keeping your attire in place, and you hesitated before standing before him, mustering up the final bit of courage you had left in place of your dignity. “Well, I wasn’t quite sure if you were just being the polite gentleman who could ‘do no wrong’ or if you’d been completely oblivious to the hints I’ve been throwing your way since our first date. But I’m here making it as clear as possible for you, Joshua Hong.”

With a determined tug, you loosened the tie that held your closure in place, letting it slip from its knot and revealing the reason you felt goosebumps up your legs. Your breasts bulged out of the lacy fabric, leaving almost nothing to the imagination and hugging parts of your body the man before you had only seen in passing through a window. The pillowy flesh spilling from your decorated underwear left him with a sensation that wrapped around Joshua’s throat and clenched.

He couldn’t feel himself breathing, drinking in your exposed skin, admiring the bright white of the lingerie complimenting your skin as it clung on to you seamlessly, while the trench coat finally found itself where it belonged on the ground. He sank the couch behind him as you came closer, wordlessly tracing every curve, dotting every mole, noting every mark or scar as you loomed over him in feigned innocence. The only air he could draw was his ragged breath, his hands aching to touch you.

“I would love nothing more than to have your hands all over me,” You said with a sultry edge, dripping with obvious intent.

Your knee dug into the couch's cushion, the other following and taking residence in Joshua’s lap as he simply watched. His eyes softly blinked back up at you as you settled into him, having him melt under every word you spoke.

“Is that so?” He asked calmly, physically refraining himself, and ignoring the dark thoughts clouding his logic.

You threw your arms around his neck, gazing down at him as you shifted in his lap. “I do. It’s all I can ever think about anymore. Ever since these last four months.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, like steam escaping from a kettle.

“Is that all you have to say?” 

“...Am I supposed to say something more?”

“How about–I don’t know. ‘I’ve been waiting for you to say that the whole time,’ or ‘I feel the exact same way, tongue wrestle me until we pass out.’ Give me something,” You begged.

He shrugged, playing up his ignorance. “Doesn’t sound like me? Does it?”

“Is this really all you can talk about? A girl in her best lacy underwear–in white mind you–sitting in your lap like she’s accepting ones in a night club, and you’re fixated on your characterization?”

He shrugged again as if taunting you, the smile on his face growing sinister at your agitation. “I have poor depth perception.”

You groaned, your body feeling heavy as you slumped against him, ready to slide off his lap in defeat. “I give up.”

But just as you were about to peel away from him, you felt a firm pair of hands steady you, anchoring you in place. Joshua’s eyes sharpened as his grip tightened, fitting your body in the curves of his palms. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You blinked back at him, confused yet oddly at home in his touch, despite the rapid beat of your heart suggesting otherwise. “I thought–I kinda thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” you reluctantly answered.

His cool palm slid against your flushed skin, trailing up your body and igniting a path of fire that battled the waves of chills following up your spine. Instinctively, you fell forward, involuntarily pressing your lace-clad chest against the cashmere of his sweater and finding purchase back around his broad shoulders, which looked bigger than usual. A soft squeak passed your lips as he tugged you towards, fitting your bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” His hands grasped the sides of your thighs as he tucked them around his torso, not once breaking eye contact. 

You felt a cold sweat trickle down your skin, your body stiffening as you focused solely on the soothing tenor of Joshua’s voice. “I always see how you look at me, Angel.” His fingers carded through your hair, pushing it to one side and delicately grazing over the fullness of your breast. “And I love how you look at me.”

“Josh,” Your voice emerged softer than you expected, almost tinged with a plea as you drew closer.

“And believe me when I say this, darling, I’ll always want something to do with you. I want everything to do with you…if you let me.”

You felt his hand somewhere you’ve only ever imagined: at the hook of your bra before he slowly started to unlatch it, the straps falling off your shoulders as your support came undone. You were grateful to be pressed so close to him. Otherwise, your entire upper body would be entirely nude. Entirely exposed. You tucked your arm over your chest, gaze dropping at the perceived proximity until Joshua gently moved you by the chin to meet his eyes.

“Don’t.” He quietly demanded, purposefully moving away, and the undergarment fell from your body, your nipples christened by the chill air conditioning. “So perfect.”

His hand hovered over their shape, only ghosting over them but not nearly touching, yet either bud tensed at their mere presence. You exhaled shakily, your breath uneven and impatient, as your eyes suddenly drifted away, overwhelmed by an unexpected rush from his uncharacteristic attention.

“You don’t want to know how much I imagined putting you in my mouth.” His pursed lips landed on your collarbone in an open mouth kiss, gently pulling you between his lips.

You softly moaned, unfurling your digits before they slid up his neck. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t do anything but—you felt his mouth latch onto you, teeth burying into your flesh. You parted your lip in another moan, instinctively reacting to the familiar concoction of pain and pleasure exhibited by previous partners, but this was Joshua. Gentlemanly Joshua.

He bared his hand flat against your back, dipping your body towards the coffee table and pressing urgent kisses to the hollow of your neck, lingering against the pulse of your throat and digging his hips into your pelvis. Your hand roamed over his body, cradling his head and pressing him closer against you as your knee hooked around his waist. 

Joshua swung his hand behind you, knocking over the mugs with a loud crash, sending tea spilling everywhere on the ground as the flat surface of the coffee table urgently met your exposed back. It stung how cold it initially was until the weight of his body stunned you, leaving you impervious to everything else. He grabbed your side, wrestling with the skin of your clavicle as his hand ran harshly over your erect buds, grinding them under his palm.

In between your legs, you felt warmth—the kind that makes a show when you could only think of being rammed at 100 miles an hour—and you felt it soak in the fabric of the lace, flossed between your folds when you were desperate for friction. “Joshua, please…” you cried.

He shoved away the useless bra now just hanging off your body before his lips curled around the curve of your breasts, kissing their underside as his thumbs fiddled with their sensitivity. Your knees bent towards you, your hips pulsating against his thigh as his tongue taunted you, flicking over the texture of your nipples and nipping at the tips as he pulled with his teeth.  You whimpered, body falling limp on the table as he nursed you between his lips, his eyes piercing back at you lewdly as an occasional moan would leave his lips.

“Tell me how you like it. Teach me.” He spoke with a quiet, commanding authority.

“Y-you seem to be doing a good job so far.”

He smiled, running his hand through your hair before it gripped between his knuckles, sending a rush of ache from your scalp. Your eyes shot up to meet his, a blend of fear and arousal flashing through them, but you were quickly soothed by the gaze he held, sultry and unshakable. “Should I be mean then?” He offered.

You let out a brief yelp after his hand swatted over your plush thigh, your flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed. The bridge of your nose touched your speechless expression, lips tracing over your face with a deep exhale. “Give you the kind of things you want? What I learned about you?”

“What have y-you learned?” you hesitated to ask.

His eyes glazed over you, seeing you melt at a simple glance before tenderly pressing his lips to yours, only sampling. You mewled in the depths of your throat, lips falling open as you kissed him for the first time, succumbing to the pillowy texture of his lips. His eyes partially open, he fixed his eyes on your features, how they contorted with his touch, reacting involuntarily to the rocking of his body against you. He was obsessed with the mere image of you.

“What I’ve learned, hmm,” he quietly pondered. 

Giving him time to think, your hand cupped over his attached to your thigh, guiding it under you and around your ass, letting his digits outline the curve of your body. He chuckled and brought the other hand parallel, following his carnal urge to clutch you tightly in his grip. A smile melted on your face briefly, enjoying the sensation of his hands before he roughly pulled down your underwear before you could even gasp, leaving you truly naked. 

“I’ve learned that when you want something, you take it.” His hands come down to the bottom of his sweater and pull it along with what’s underneath off of him. 

His glistening tan reflected back at you, beads of perspiration coating his skin—likely a result of months of tension finally unfolding. As you took him in for the first time, the way the light and shadows sculpted his form accentuated his physique, leaving you stunned and curious about what else he might’ve been hiding from you.

“So take what you want from me, Angel.” 

God, you really could swallow him whole in a single gulp.

You repositioned yourself, planted your knees on the table, and tugged him by his belt. Your once pleading eyes became determined as you fixated on tearing off his pants, starting by unbuckling his belt at the waist. Your eyes fluttered, seeing the bulge through his briefs, twitching in your presence while you fit a finger at the top hem. A sigh escaped you; glance briefly up at Joshua’s expression–full of patient anticipation–before wrapping your hands around his aroused girth.

“...You’ve been waiting for me,” you began to realize, seeing the cock firm up in your grasp.

He let out an amused hum, stroking the side of your head. “I wanted to make sure you wanted me.”

“Of course, I wanted you.” Your hand ran along his shaft, veins pulsing on the ball of your palm, and you pressed the head to your lips. “I just wanted you to show me you wanted me.”

Joshua’s groans barely escaped as your lips curved around the tip and more than gently kissed. His hand clasped around your head, moving it so your eyes could face his, seeing him come apart in front of you. From just your teasing. “Darling, if I did that…I’d never know when to stop.”

“Joshua. I’d never ask you to stop.”

His hand cupped your face, and you melted into his palm–absolutely reveling in the blind infatuation on your face before he made you face his arousal, cock grazing your chin before he pressed it past your lips. Your lips stretched around him like a rubber band, expanding to conquer his size but not with ease. Your hand covered his base and enveloping his length as much as you could.

“Angel,” he grunted.

He claimed the back of your head, leading your pace as you took him. Your hands clasped around his hips, fastening yourself to him. You could already feel your drool drip alongside your chin, becoming sloppy as you were fixated on his complexion: blissed with parted lips, looking at you like he’d been touched for the first time.

Your moans vibrated around him as he thrusted into you, momentarily breaching the air of his pelvis before he pulled you back, flicking his hips into your mouth and overcome with ecstasy. “My good little Angel,” he groans, breath hitching in his throat. “Taking my cock like you were made for me.”

He tugged your hair tighter as you felt the hilt hit the back of your throat, and you thought to yourself how much It would’ve hurt if you weren’t otherwise drunk with bliss. You buried him deep inside you, holding him with both hands, sobbing on him with such anguish that people would assume you hadn’t been fed for days. 

Joshua’s pretty lips got caught in his pretty teeth, and the darkness in his eyes deepened to a richer, more intense black as a sense of reckless abandon enveloped him. “God…look at you…good little slut like you likes taking cock like mine, doesn’t she?”

The sensation of your mouth massaged him heavenly, having you taste the heady tang of his skin on your tongue while your nose tickled against his groin. He clutched your head, your whimpers and cries pulsating around his girth, fucking your mouth until you hit the base. You looked up, pliant and willing, as tears swelled in your eyes, cheeks hot to the touch, and a thick sheen of slobber over your lips. 

You’re precious. And his. All his.

He pried either of your hands off him and restrained them above your head, carrying the weight of his control in his hips, crushing your mouth against his lap. While one hand had stabilized your wrists, the other back fell back in your hair, fucking your pretty mouth until he couldn’t anymore.

Joshua felt his name muffled around his cock, staring back at you as you repeated his name, desperation echoing from your throat, but not to stop–oh no, he recognized this stare. He held you towards him, cutting your airways with hardly a second to breathe. Your eyes fluttered. Pupils began to roll to the back of your head as his cock slid down your throat, bottoming out inside you for the first time.

“You want my cum, don’t you? You’re so damn obvious you do,” he taunted in an unfamiliar tone, foreign to you but nonetheless welcome.

You hummed confirmation around the girth, practically whining with full cheeks.

“Angel, you know what it means when I do, right?” he loomed over you, as your mouth was still pressed against him in an abrupt halt, still tasting all of him. “Do you understand what you’re getting into? The second I cum inside you–mouth or cunt–you’re mine. Are you ready for that responsibility?”

You nodded, impatience singeing your tongue.

“Really?�� The fingers threaded through your hair pulled you off, giving you the sharpest intake of oxygen before you fell right back where you belonged with a slam. The pain in your throat caused it to go hoarse, and the tears once swelling in your eyes streamed down your face. “You better mean it, darling. Words aren’t just a promise to me; they’re a vow.”

His final thrusts were steady but harsh, pressing his size inside of you until you gagged, and finally, when he was merciful, you felt his hot stream coat your throat. His hips found their falter, plunging in and out of you–the cum dribbling down your chin until he finally let you go, prying you off him and giving you a moment of rest sprawled on the coffee table.

But only a moment.

His hands wordlessly caressed you, body drained from release, but mind hungry for your essence. Every word he’s ever said in this exchange, he’s meant with every fiber of his being, down to his very core.

“Tired, darling? We’re only getting started.”

You softly chuckled, a tired smile reappearing for the first time in a while. “I’m in for a lot with you, aren’t I?” you asked, strain evident in your voice.

“You’re asking that question far too little too late, Angel.”

His lips puckered to met yours in a gentle kiss, then another, then another. You held him against you, not minding how disheveled you looked with your pulled hair and mascara streaks staining your cheeks, it was your turn. 

Joshua found your body easily in your liplock, gliding his hands up and down your body in rushed motions as if memorizing you by touch. Your dips, your curves, your angles. There wasn’t one part of you he dared to miss. And you smiled, you chuckled, so lust blind to see the symptoms forming before your very eyes as if they weren’t already there. He swallowed your laughter, tasting victory on your tongue, and nuzzled in the crook of your lips. “Can I do the things I'm willing to do for you–what I’m willing to do to you?”

You cupped his face, an impish grin on your face. “Stop asking and fuck me like you love me, Joshua.”

Gladly. 

He held either of your legs at his side, fingers aligning your folds and splitting in half. If they didn’t already look big, they most certainly felt big. A single digit only traced along your slit, and your hips buckled, fluttering at the sliver of taste. 

“I’ve barely grazed you, and you’re like a flood down there,” he quietly teased, pushing in his index halfway. 

You clenched around him, then around nothing, and he repeated, effortlessly stealing your breath with every move. You anchored yourself to the edge of the table. “You know exactly why, Josh.” You whimpered.

He then pushes in the full digit–reaching deeper than you expected–and you convulse around him. Your head snapped back, the phantom strings of Joshua’s nasty habits–already acquainted with your body–pulling you in without warning. “Oh my god.”

“You’re so easy to please. As if I know everything about your body without you telling me.” He thrusted his finger, cultivating a rhythm he knew would be perfect for his little darling.

“It’s as if…we’ve known each other forever.” You stated in your countless, staggered breaths.

“Forever…” he plunged another finger, feeling you flutter around him delightfully, “with you?”

His smile, that unsettling perfect smile, pressed a tender kiss against your lips. “I rather like that. Me and you. Forever.”

You quietly laughed before tugging him into a deeper liplock, gently slotting your finger through his hair, not worried about ruining its pristine as you pulled him closer. “I’ll take you and me forever.”

“Now, angel–” you took the hand he had inside you to guide him faster, deeper, your language becoming gasps and moans in a matter of seconds.

He didn’t bother finishing his thought, too enraptured by your demanding hunger, that he pressed on further, feeding you his digits as you swallowed each one by one. His thumb caressed your pulsating bud for extra good measure, taking pleasure at how often you shake when he does, and rammed his fingers deeper in you, finally hearing what his name sounds like in a state of bliss.

He’s overcome with pride–nay–overcome with triumph. The way you look at him with such an utterly lewd expression, your delicious scent a thick film on your body that he couldn’t help but want to lick and devour and engorge. He didn’t need to have another orgasm for another second if it meant seeing you come apart the way you were right now. 

“Joshua!” you cried, body shaking as if you were glitching, having an out-of-body experience, and you undid yourself the way he did: utterly and perfectly euphoric.

You creamed his digits with nectar, milky and fair, and he didn’t wait a second for them to enter his mouth, knuckles deep. His eyes fell shut from elation, moaning around his hands, and he caught even the slightest drop down his wrists. 

You were fucking–

“Magnificent.” He swallowed your lips once more, hungrily, arousal rushing down to his body again. “Perfect, my sweet little angel.”

“...forever. Me and you.” You repeated, not getting pass the conversation that was interrupted what felt like a millennia ago. “I’ll take you for forever. And that’s a vow for me, too.”

Joshua never expected this, such a scene of ease and pristine, seeing his future lie limp and happy and fucked. You had never looked so beautiful. After all the men you’ve met, all the bodies you’ve collided with, all the dicks you’ve sucked, you always had a glow. It’s why he tolerated such things, but to see that glow after him. It was the most radiating version of you. And to know you’ll have him. He was the happiest man alive.

“Oh, my darling.” He pulled you up from the table to sit you back in his lap, parting away your hair to clearly see your face smiling back at him even with the fatigue. “You are the most perfect thing.” he shook his head in disbelief, unsure how he got so lucky.

“Let me take you to bed, hmm?”

You quietly nodded, admiring him back all the same.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly, before lifting you both up from the ground and walked into his bedroom–just as unnervingly neat as his living room. Or should you say how neat it was. The bedroom presented its same beige aura, hardly a spec of dust in place, but the one extraordinary thing about it was the light casting from the window, beckoning over the entire city. 

The second Joshua tossed your naked body on his bed, you immediately got back up, pressing your palms to the window to gaze down upon everyone through it. “You can actually see everything from up here! Wow.”

You heard Joshua chuckle behind you with his footsteps towards you to follow. “You like it, Angel?”

“It’s beautiful.” The glint in your eyes sparkled brighter than any star above you. “I’ve lived here almost my whole life and I’ve never seen it like this. I can even see my house from here! That's crazy.”

Joshua let out an indistinguishable scoff, immediately covering his mouth before coming behind you, his hand settling on your hips. “I got lucky with the lease. Best I’ve ever seen. I never thought to appreciate this view, but now I have a reason to.” 

His kiss bloomed a familiar warmth across your face, and you leaned into his embrace, taking his arms around you as you shared the impeccable view. The city lights illuminated the streets, their people, their livelihood, and you never would’ve imagined seeing it if you hadn’t found Joshua’s address. 

You belonged here somehow, as if it was meant for you. It truly did feel special. Joshua made it special.

You brushed your backside to his groin, feeling something already prod your side and you swore you felt yourself purr. Bodies still connected, you leaned into the glass, knee digging into the cushions of the window nook. Joshua followed after you knowingly, hand pawing your thigh as his lips drew to your ear, nipping at the tips. 

Your moan, deliciously loud, was all the signal Joshua needed to keep going. He mouthed against your neck, one hand crawling over your chest and another reclaiming your sensitive heat. You doubled over slightly, palming and smearing your fingerprints into the flawlessly clear glass, its chill not disrupting the heat festering your body in the slightest. 

Joshua had your body thrum in reaction to his fingers, hips wriggling to his touch, and he heightened the strokes on your already throbbing heat. “Josh, please.”

He groaned into the crook of your neck, the outline of his erect cock distinctly recognizable against your lower back. “I want to show whoever’s watching what you’ve done to me, Angel.” he slammed his fingers upright inside you before returning to his regulated pace. “Show what pretty little slut you become when you’re within reach of me.”

“Anything, Josh, anything. Anything for you to fuck me.”

He snickered, an empty darkness echoing inside the tone. “You asked for it.”

His body slammed up against you, hungrily biting along your skin as he nestled his cock between your slit as he entered. You sooner realized how fingers did his size no justice as they filled your cunt with strain. Your ass perked up behind him, not a moment longer before you were forced to adjust to his size with full thrust, holding you by your neck as his other arm cuffed you by your elbows.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, falling and bouncing back against him as his raw cock took you demandingly.

“This pussy,” he growled, his hand striking the full shape of your ass cheek where it still stung, “I’ve dreamt of this pussy.”

He buried himself in you, hitting the hilt deep with your core to the point your vision flickered back to your skull. Your legs parted wide, backing yourself against him until you were accepting every inch. “Fuck that feels so fucking good, don’t fucking stop.”

“Yeah? My slutty angel likes my cock pounding into her pretty pussy?”

“Yes, please, Josh, please give it to me. I love how you give it to me so good.”

“You beg like that,” he gritted his teeth. “I’ll have to properly deliver.”

You looked back at him and smiled, hair falling over your face and his thrusts made you a vision of lust, somehow gracefully breathtaking with his cock buried deep inside you. “You and me forever, right? Don’t stop now.”

Joshua was throbbing, practically beaming at your answer, and before you knew it, your chest was greeted with the frost-bitten window, now flattening against your breasts. Groaning upon impact, the tempered glass tensed your nipples, bringing them both to a hard point, now freezing and pebbling you from your arms to your legs. 

Joshua’s body pinned you in place, and you felt his unnerving arousal slide up and down between your cheeks and pushing back up inside you. “I’ll show just how much you’re mine to the world.” His voice was still gentle yet demanding. “Only because you asked for it.”

His flat palm struck you again, pushing up your body and letting the echoes of your collision play in surround sound. Your body, already sore from earlier, knew no rest as you took him deeper, the cold intensifying the pleasure rushing through your body. Your hips swiveled, playing with his cock like a personal toy, and you braced the window in front of you willingly, blasting on an indefinite high.

“Thinking about how someone can see you up here?” He whispered. “Taking my cock like the precious little angel you are? Or letting me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are?”

You gingerly nodded, hugging the glass desperately to feel him deeper inside you.“Yes—fuck—I want someone to see us. The thought gets me so wet.”

“So vocal, angel,” he tugged the back of your head, devouring your lips. “My dirty little angel.”

He held your arms behind you, pressing your whole torso against the window, and every snap of his waist had you bending more and more to his will. Every inch of his body had you flushed against him, feeling him present you to the world below like a goddamn masterpiece.

His body slammed again, shaking the glass and flickering fear into your eyes briefly before he reassured you by catching your waist in his hands. “Scared?”

“A little,” you stammered.

“I’ve got you, angel. Just enjoy it.”

And you did, endlessly as his pace picked up again, and by the number of times he’s pushed you, flipped you, rammed you against the window, you were no longer scared of falling through. The fragility of the glass was no longer of concern. You had Joshua to distract you from the life-threatening circumstances with every inch of his being.  You had Joshua to protect you from the infinite possibilities of something were to go wrong with the window in front of you shattering. You had Joshua to feel safe no matter how scared and unsure you were. You had Joshua.

Joshua. Joshua. Joshua.

“Joshua, you’re gonna make me cum,” you mewled in his lap. Your ass took its turn to be displayed as your flesh pressed against the thick glass, bouncing on his cock that stiffened up to no bounds inside you.

“Are you? Your pretty pussy is gonna come all over my cock?” His voice now rushed, heightened, signaling how ready he was to burst like fucking dam.

Your nod carried urgency, your hands clasping against his face in desperate pleas, admiring that face you’ve grown fond of, how you could see both light and darkness in them, filling you to the brim with an inexplicable euphoria that you craved with everybody you’ve ever encountered. “I want it. I want to come all over your cock and feel you come inside me too…Make me feel so good so full.”

“Yeah,” he moaned, hand threading through your hair tightly, you hummed in confirmation, bouncing harder as you dared take him by his full length. “This the best cock you ever had? The best one to put my hot cum inside you.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “No one else…no one else can fuck me like you like this. I want you to fill me with all your hot cum.”

“S-shit,” he cried, tugging your back by the wrists, and fucking up into you, the window behind you christened with your sweat and slick arousal.

He ached to cover all his bases, pounding you to malleable dough, he filled your walls with his oozing determination, and his screams of release followed when he shot his promise inside you. His hips faltered in deep, thorough pumps, claiming your body in his hands with intense anguish as he inhaled your skin in his tight, unwavering embrace.

You felt the warmth inside and out of you, like a rapid stream of water—only more viscous and rewarding as your hips bucked, twitching in Joshua’s locking hold, hardly breathing with the way he held you. You wrapped around him just as tight, letting go of him the last thing on your mind and savoring the trembling descent of your peaks.

There are then only sounds of your exchanged breathing, slowly coming down to Earth. 

He lowered his forearms, bracing you from your lower back, and carefully lifted you from the nook to carefully lay you against his bed that felt like heaven enveloping your body. He crawled on top of you still, descending lingering kisses all along your body before his lips reached your tired heat, not even thinking of pleasuring you but doing it anyway as he lapped up the final remnants of tonight’s events.

His hums were pleasant vibration, wordlessly tasting every ounce of cum—yours or his, it didn’t matter—and swallowing it like a full meal, gently caressing your swollen clit. He couldn’t have enough of you, letting the brain fog control him until you started screaming in pleasure again.

You had to pull him by threads of his hair to stop, overstimulated by his unwavering hunger, and for a second that darkness was back in his eyes the deepest you had ever seen until they softened in concern, his grip loosening. “You okay?” he wafted in with concern.

“Yeah, it felt good, I just…you’re gonna kill me,” you lightly joked.

He softly laughed, leveraging him up and facing chest to chest with you, devouring your lips with that lingering tang of dominance still on his tongue. “Never…” he whispered with a smile, before he inhaled you for a moment longer, swallowing your moans, caressing your body.

He finally found his self-restraint and let you rest, offering to run a warm bath in the hallway bathroom. You turned to him, taking his hand in gratitude. “That would be really nice.”

“I’ll start one up for you.” 

As he leaves, you sink into the bed, reveling in the sheets worn from your presence, and hear the water run in another room, smelling of the clean seat of soap, and nothing has ever felt so right.

“I’ll carry you,” he stated before picking you up from your neck and back to your knees into the bathroom that was another vision of perfection, lit candles marking your path. 

You gushed in disbelief, your body finally dipping to the perfect temperature as you were surrounded with rose petals and bubbles. Almost as if he planned this. Like he knew what to do and how to exactly do it.

“How is it?” He asked, hospitality being of second nature. “Warm enough? Water deep enough?”

You gripped the edge of the tub to gaze back at him, bent down to meet your level with a soft, adoring smile as the water splashed against you soothed your aching body. “Who are you, Joshua Hong?”

He snickered, kissing the top of your head without answer. “I’m gonna let you be on your own for a moment, to really give your rest and after I clean up outside, maybe I’ll join you. Just…don’t go anywhere.”

You nodded, initiating a chaste kiss on his lips. “I won't.”

“Good girl.” His smile had never gotten so big, kissing you back with double the force before he got up to leave.

“Leave the door open,” you requested, “just in case you wanted…a nice image welcoming you back.”

“Alright,” he said, eyes lingering on your state before finally taking his leave.

Joshua had his fun in the sun, clinging to every second of this perfect night, but he needed to clean up one more thing before it could truly end perfectly. The kitchen, if you could see it, was clean and pristine as the rest of the house goddamn near was until you helped him wreck it, except one thing just of place.

He glanced at the hunting knife in the sink, carelessly rinsed after he didn’t think he had time to properly clean in your company. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, realizing how long the metal had soaked in the water. He reached into the cabinet for cleaning supplies, his mind racing.

Dousing a rag with isopropyl, he carefully wiped every surface, hoping no streaks were left on the metal, almost failing to notice the blood ironically staining the stainless steel of his sink, to which he scrubbed and scrubbed with conviction. He couldn’t help but be grateful for your lack of awareness, the thought of entering your kitchen not crossing your mind a moment this entire visit. It’s why he loved you. You didn’t ask unnecessary questions. You kept to yourself for the most part despite your rendevous. And you weren’t trouble. he couldn’t wait to return to you. His perfectly oblivious angel.

Meanwhile, you soaked in the water, smelling its essential oil and lathering up the bubbles on your body. In the corner of your eye, a door catches your attention, having not noticed it since entering the apartment. The only door with a keypadlock that seemed to require a code, protecting whatever’s inside or keeping whoever unwanted out. Your thoughts lingered for a moment, wondering what he wanted to keep hidden from plain sight. Hobbies? Priceless items? Murder weapons? Your mind spiraled through every possibility, leaving an itch you couldn’t quite reach to scratch.

But before another second passes, you’re reunited with the man who’s been consuming your thoughts, a smile of relief returning to your face.

“Hi, everything good down there?” You gazed back up at him.

“Yeah, sorry I took so long,” he sighed, the weight on his shoulders palpable until the tension eased away as he slid into the tub beside you.

You moved closer, collapsing into his chest and nuzzling against him, the warmth of his embrace far better than any hot bath. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

His hand gently stroked the back of your head, smoothing the damp tendrils on your shoulders as he glanced down at you, then at the mirror reflecting your intertwined bodies. The image before him was a vision of what the rest of his life would look like. As he correctly foretold. As he meticulously planned. Everything falling into place.

“Me too.”

Your eyes still flickered toward the door with the keypad, curiosity gnawing at you, but you pushed it aside. Whatever was hidden behind that door no longer mattered. Joshua was all that mattered now. You were irrevocably his, as he was irrevocably yours. 

Whatever secrets he had, he could keep them.

[doitforbangchan]

Little Tease - Bangchan

This is a request by the lovely @softkisshyunjin who wanted Chan rizzing up stay and then getting teased my reader <3 I hope it's everything you hoped for my dear

This is soooo delulu, please do NOT do what reader does here :)

Masterlist

Not proofread :)

Idol!Chan x Fan!reader (afab)

Warnings: Smut, protected p in v, kissing, fingering, masterbation, spitting in mouth, dom! chan, sub! reader, condescending! Chan, he is kind of a cocky jerk here lol

WC: 3k

MDNI 18+

He was an absolute menace. Chan knew exactly what he was doing, sending those messages out for Stay on bubble. You could imagine him kicking his feet like a schoolgirl while sending them out. You guessed it was his favorite pastime, considering every message got more and more teasing. Asking Stay to come over and he would send the address if they were to ask. And that he would even come to us. Yeah right. 

You figured why not try to tease him back? It wasn’t like he would even respond so what was the harm? You decided to send one yourself. 

‘Big talk for someone with no balls, Christopher. We all know you won’t show up.’ that had you cackling, wanting to send more, maybe make it a little flirty. 

‘Its a real shame too, I just know how you would throw me around if you were here.’ 

‘Oh well, guess I’ll have to take care of myself.’ 

That one made you feel a little bold. Before you stop your impulsive thoughts you sent him a picture of you in your bra and panties, and attached your address. Now it was you who was giggling like a schoolgirl. Even if he would never see them you still found it entertaining. It was the only chance you would ever get to tease him back, so who cares? 

It had been 4 days since the messages you sent back on bubble. Honestly you had forgotten it even happened, putting into the back of your mind since you knew nothing would come from it. You had assumed, anyway. 

It was a Friday night around 10:30  and you were just getting back home from a very disappointing first date. You had been set up through a mutual friend so you decided to give it a shot. Unfortunately he turned out to be like every other guy you had been out with recently; pompous and self absorbed. The guy only talked about how great he thought he was, and how any woman would be out of her mind not to fall at his feet. He gave you the ick right away, but you figured you would get free food out of it so whatever. 

You had just closed the door after letting yourself inside,  flipping on the light and barely able to get off your shoes when a knock on your door alarmed you. ‘Who would be at my door so late?’ With your heel in hand like a weapon you slowly creaked the door open just a smidge, keeping the chain locked. 

It was hard to see who it was, the man standing there had a black beanie and a face mask covering their mouth. 

“Are you Y/n?” They asked, voice sounding eerily familiar. 

��Depends who's asking?” You replied, with a touch of snark.

The stranger laughed quietly, again it sounded very familiar to you but you couldn’t place it. 

“Oh just someone who apparently has no balls.” 

Oh my fucking god no way. 

“C-chris?” Fuck why did you stutter 

“The one and only.” He pulled down his mask enough for you to see the bottom half of his face. 

“What are you doing here?” You were so shocked at seeing the idol, your bias no less, at your doorstep, but you still unlatched the chain on your door. 

Chris leaned against the door frame when you opened it wider, giving your body a quick look over, seeing you in your skimpy dress, then coming back to your eyes. “You told me too, even sent me your address.” He smirked at you when the realization dawned on your face. “Can I come in?” 

You hastily stepped aside to let him in. As if you would ever deny him. Chris stepped in and closed the door behind him, then secured the top lock. He glanced around the living room of your apartment, before his eyes found your nervous body standing before him and ringing your hands. 

You could barely breathe, having him so close, in your home no less, was the craziest thing to ever happen to you. So far. 

“Umm w-would you like a drink or something?” The nerves were still racking through you. 

“Sure. Thank you.” 

You nodded and scurried your way to your kitchen, pulling out a few options. Did he like wine? Or maybe he was a sparkling cider kind of guy? You were about to turn and ask him his preference when you felt a presence behind you, a breath on your neck. Not just any presence, it was Chris. 

“You know,” he began, “ that was quite a naughty thing to do. Sending those pics to a man you don’t know and attaching your address.” His fingers lightly brushed your hair away from the side of your neck and you felt him lean on closer. He could feel your breath catch in your throat at his actions. “And telling me I have no balls, if you weren’t so damn pretty I might have let that slide. Unfortunately I am not a strong enough man to resist a pretty little minx who needs to be put in her place.” His voice was getting raspier as he spoke. 

‘He called me pretty!’ The way you focused on that statement was unhealthy, the simple words filling you with a desire for this man you had never felt. Then the other half of his words caught up with you. 

“Put me in my place?” 

“Mmhmm.” Chris hummed and put his hands on your waist, quickly spinning you around to face him as he pushed you up against the counter in your kitchen. You let out a squeak at the sudden force. “Seeing you in those frilly little panties did something to me. I’ve never felt this ravenous for a fan before.  There is something special about you y/n. Will you let me show you?” He held a deep gaze on your eyes, asking for your consent. 

It was an easy answer, “Yes Chris of course.” 

As soon as you answered he put his lips directly on yours, a clash of teeth and spit. It felt like he was trying to consume you with the way he kissed you, tongue wasting no time before shoving itself into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to be closer. This felt like a fever dream, but you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth so you would let him take all he wanted from you. 

Chris tightened his grip on your hips and lifted you to sit on the counter that was behind you. His hands were warm as they ran up your thighs, slipping under your dress. You let out a quiet whimper when he made contact. He was so close yet not close enough. 

“Don’t be shy, now. You weren’t shy when you sent me those pics huh? What happened to that girl?” He pulled back enough to smirk at you, giving a bite to your lip as he went. You couldn’t find your words, too enthralled by him to form a sentence. At your silence he tutted in mock disappointment and let his mouth fall to your neck, mouthing at the skin there and laughing when you moaned. “Tell me sweet thing, why did you tease me like that?” 

“I-i didn’t think you would see it.” you squealed when he nipped at your neck. “ You w-were being the tease, Chris.” 

“You’re right, baby, I was being mean wasn't I?” He let his fingers find the side seams on your panties, hooking his thumbs under the fabric. “I was riling up my poor stays, they don’t deserve that, do they?” He was cooing at you, almost making fun of you.

 Had this been any other man you wouldn’t have taken his menial words and demeanor. But this wasn’t any other guy, this was Bangchan. This was the man you’ve thirsted after for years.Someone you thought would never even know you existed. And for some reason you didn’t mind the way he talked to you. If anything it felt good. Felt like you were letting go of your inhibitions and letting this man, who obviously you don’t know- but it almost felt like you did know him. You had been following his group and him for so long. 

“No, t-they didn’t deserve i-it.” You could not stop stuttering, nor could you catch your breath. 

“Should I atone for that, sweetheart?” His thumbs were slowly pulling down your underwear, so slowly you almost didn’t register it at all. “Should I make up for it right now, with you? With my precious stay?” 

Once your panties were slipped down enough that they dropped off onto the floor, he paused his movements as if waiting for an answer. It took you a moment to gather yourself enough to answer. 

“Yes, please use me to make it up. Please, Channie.” 

That seemed to set him off, his fingers going to your core and finding your clit with ease. You let out a whimper at the contact, hips raising to get even closer. You could feel his mouth back on your neck, sucking the skin and surely leaving hickeys. Reminders that this is real. 

Chris hummed into you as he let the digits find your opening and flick up and down, sloshing through your wetness. You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed though. “Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?” He still had that condescending tone, knowing damn well you wanted them. He just wanted to hear you say it. There had always been speculation that Chan was a dominant guy in bed, at least now you could confirm that for yourself. 

“Mmhmm please.” you nodded rapidly. 

He wasted no time in pushing his two fingers into your heat, the thickness of them stretching your walls. You let out a throaty moan, the intrusion feeling delicious. So good it almost made you forget this was all happening on your kitchen counter. Almost. 

“Chris.” you panted, trying to get his attention by tapping on the shoulders you were gripping. 

“Hm?” he mumbled while pistoning his fingers inside you, adding another one as he made the sound. 

You were nervous to ask, but figured it was worth a try. “Can- can we maybe take this to my bedroom?” 

He hummed as if thinking about it, then without a word, he scooped you up into his arms. You pointed in the direction of your room and the man headed that way without a struggle. He didn’t even seem to be straining while holding you, his strength coming in clutch. 

Chris went through the door you pointed to and unceremoniously dropped you on your bed. The sight of you; panting and glassy eyed, dress riding up your hips to expose your cunt to him, made him harder than he cared to admit- the tightness in his pants becoming too much to ignore. 

You really were an exquisite beauty. He knew the second he laid eyes on your form in that picture you sent that he would somehow have to find his way here to you. He would never admit it but the thought had been plaguing him for days. Fuck, the man flew across the world for this. Luckily it hadn’t been in vain, as you seemed to want him as much as he wants you. 

Chris’s gaze felt scrutinizing, as if every twitch you emitted was being memorized by him. Little did you know it was exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t one to fuck around with fans (he left that for Hyunjin and Jeongin) but he was enjoying himself and wanted to commit this to his memory. 

“Tell me, sweetheart,” He drawled out as his hand went to the tent that was present in his pants, “Am I your bias? Have you thought about me like this before?” You couldn’t meet his stare, giving yourself away to him without having to say anything. “Hmm I am huh? I would have thought with the way you act online maybe you would have preferred maybe Lee Know to be here making a mess of you. Or even Seungmin.” You rapidly shook your head in protest to his words. “No? So you don’t want me to leave you here and call one of my boys to come help you instead?” 

He was being patronizing but you still answered earnestly “No please! Only want you!” You don’t know what you would do if he left right now, you were so needy for him you had started to cry. 

“You only want me?” He pointed to himself, grinning when you nodded. “Prove it. Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me.” 

His stare was menacing, almost challenging. He wanted to see if you would follow his orders. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, scared and frozen. Chris wondered if maybe he was taking it too far with you, but was mistaken when you laid flat on your bed and your fingers nervously trailed down your exposed thighs and to your wet entrance. 

You both let out a whimper when your fingers entered your hole, the slick sounds resonating in the room. If this is what he wanted you weren't going to deny him. Chris stood over you while you played with yourself, his own palm rubbing himself through his underwear, he had pulled his sweats down enough to rub over the opposing fabric. 

He lost it when you whined his name, unable to contain his urges any longer. He shoved his boxers down his legs and let them along with his sweats fall to the floor, before he pounced on you. You gasped as Chris caged you under him and ripped your fingers out of yourself. “Chris?!” 

“You really are a fucking tease arent you?” He went to line himself up before his senses came back to him. “You got a condom, pretty girl?” 

“In th-the bedside t-table.” You pointed to the table beside you. 

Chris reached into the drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms, giving you a raised eyebrow. “It’s been a while.” You shrugged sheepishly. 

He chuckled and pulled one out of the box, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling along his hardened length. “Think you can take all this, baby girl?” there was that cocky attitude you were growing to love. 

“Please. Want it Channie.” 

That was the go ahead he needed, lining up to your entrance and pushing into your heat slowly. 

“Fuuuck.” He groaned out while you cried against him. He was breathing heavy, you were so tight he was suffocating within you.It didn’t help that he was the biggest you had ever taken. If you hadn’t been so wet the stretch of him would have been painful for you. But instead it was delectable, a welcome burn. 

When you bucked your hips up into him he took that as his hint to move, and he began a punishing pace. His own hips meet yours as you thrust into the air. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass, you’re arousal coating them and adding to the filthy sounds resonating in your room. It all sounded so wet. 

When you opened your mouth to let out a high pitched moan Chan took the opportunity to grip onto your cheeks, keeping your mouth open for him as he spat directly on your tongue. “Be the good girl I know you can be and swallow it. Swallow my essence, sweetheart.” You did so with no hesitation, opening your lips to show him. “Nnggg so fucking good for me, for your bias.” 

His words alone could make you cum, already feeling yourself on the edge from all the playing he did with you. You clenched on him at the praise he gave you, causing him to groan again and drop his face into your chest, suckling your skin harshly. He wanted you to remember him after he is gone. 

Or maybe he would keep you. 

It sure was tempting to keep a sweet girl with such a sweet pussy. He could even share you with the other boys, he is sure they would love a taste of you once he tells them about you.

“Channie…. ‘M close.” 

Chris nipped your skin once before bringing his fingers down to where you were connected, finding your clit and massaging roughly. “Come on, little tease. Give it to me. Make me proud and cum.” 

At his instruction you fell over the edge, cumming with a deafening cry of his name. Chris wasn’t far behind you, the clenching on his cock sending him to orgasm. You writhed under him as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up,albeit inside the condom he wore.

Chris pumped himself within you once, twice and a final third time as he rode out his high. After your quaking was over he slowly pulled out of you, both too sensitive for anything else. The idol pressed a final kiss to your mouth before removing himself from you completely. He wandered over to the trash can you had in the corner of your room and disposed of the rubber. 

You laid there on your bed completely fucked out, mind in a haze as you watched him pull his boxers back on. He turned to you with a boyish grin. 

“So tell me you little tease, who has no balls now?” 

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hear thee on bended knee (priest!sanji x reader)

rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact!

tags: pwp, smut, alternate universe - priest, top sanji, priest kink, vaginal sex, fingering, church sex, altar sex, confessional, improper use of rosary, improper use of holy water, no use of y/n, praise kink, choking,

A/n: this is probably very inaccurate catholicism, what can i say (I'm sorry). inspired by hunnismokah's priest sanji au. original fic found on my ao3.

word count: 4.0k

Desperate heels click underneath the glazed wood of the service. Before dusk, you reach the cathedral late, hoping to find someone to speak to.

The priest greets you at the archway of the chapel. In his hand is a Bible, his finger snug between the thick of the pages. Laid on his chest is a rosary with rouge beads that hang to his trousers.

He does not wear proper attire during the hours of dusk. The service last held wasn’t today, which permitted him to wear his Roman collar with a black button-up and suit pants. He vests a warm smile as he looks at you with wonder. Being here late is not a common occurrence.

“Father Sanji,” You ask him. “Are you available to speak?” 

“Of course, I was just reciting the next sermon. What brings you here, my child?”

“I have transgressions on my mind I feel I should confess. If now is not a good time, I can return tomorrow.”

“Nonsense, dear. If you come here to hear God’s word, I no longer want to deny you. Let me be of assistance.”

“If that’s the case…”

He could see the hesitation you held in your heart. He holds out a hand for you in encouragement. 

“Let me help you, my child. You’ll feel much satisfied afterward.” 

You take his hand as he guides you to the confessional. You pass pew after pew, illuminated by the candles lit down the corridor walls.

“Before we start, I want to remind you that whatever you say in this confessional will remain between us, and I will not repeat it under any circumstances. Do you understand?” 

“I’m alright with that, sir.” You meekly nod. You wear a smile that strives to mimic his.

“Good. You are brave for coming this far, Godchild. Please step inside.” His hand rests on your shoulder as he opens the wooden door for you.

You feel so safe from his words, yet stones weigh on your chest. You know relief awaits with Father Sanji, but… 

…Will it be enough? 

You sit in the confines of the confessional booth, closing the door in front of you with a disgruntled squeak of the hinges. 

As Father Sanji steps into his booth, you hear that similar creak and taps of leather shoes on wood. 

“You can start whenever you want.”

You gently exhale, thumbing the smooth wood of your seat.

“Father, I have been having some sinful thoughts…” You start, finding courage in your voice to continue. “Shame feeds me. These thoughts weigh unbearably heavy that it is too hard to ignore them.”

“What is it, my child?” Sanji asks. His warm tone graces your ears. 

“I’m… having unholy thoughts about men that are deceitful in the eyes of God.” 

You catch yourself fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. Pleats threading through the pads of your fingers is a feeble way to soothe a confession. 

“What type of thoughts?”

“They are… explicit thoughts, Father. I feel I cannot stop my lust. Sometimes, I cannot get away from them. Even in,” You pause, looking at Sanji’s still figure through the bars of the confessional. ”Even at this moment, there are lusts that I cannot deny I feel.”

Sanji shifts in his confessional, reaching to his chest to palm his rosary. The same rosary that holds courage and divinity in a priest.

"These feelings you have are normal, dear. After all, we are only human. We sin, repent for our sins, and then sin again; It's part of the cycle. I, too, have these thoughts. That is why I understand you. Please, don't feel ashamed to share these thoughts. However - "

Sanji stopped briefly before speaking once more.

"However, do not let these feelings take over. It's good that you are taking steps to seek my guidance, but, my child, I believe that these feelings are simply a natural and beautiful attraction to another human."

“This attraction is… more than natural. I lust towards men. Please, Father, these thoughts are too much. What should I do to satisfy this hunger? I feel it right now. The way I think of you is… It is rather sinful.”

“What will you do if this relief is not granted?”

“I will need to…” You pause, kneeding your palm against your thigh as you swallow thickly. “I will need to relieve it myself, then.”

“Oh,-oh my dear, you must not do that.”

“I know, Father. I know it is against Him, but… I am desperate for relief.” 

You look at your hand. Finding release now would be worldly, but you can only take a little longer.

“Father Sanji, what do I do?”

You hear nothing but the faint sizzle of incense that burns outside the confessional. Judging by the priest's unusual silence, you fear you have said too much.

You hear the creak of hinges whir in the air and the heavy knocks as Sanji’s shadow steps out of the confessional. You grip onto the loose fabric of your skirt, concluding your transgressions were too sinful for the man to bear. 

You flush in embarrassment, standing up to burst out of the booth and run back out the church's doors. You don’t manage to get far after letting the hinges cry again.

Your confidant stands in front of the booth when you open it hurriedly. He quickly catches the door's force so it doesn’t sound against the walls of the confessional. You visibly wince as you regret acting so rashly.

“I apologize for startling you. I didn’t mean harm.” Father Sanji says, worry glancing at his face from your troubled haste. “My dear, just relax. These kinds of thoughts are not uncommon, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it.” 

He took a deep breath and spoke again.

"I believe the hunger you feel is something completely natural. But, I must ask... Is this a hunger you truly want to quench?” He raises an eyebrow.

”Yes, sir. I’m ready to do whatever is necessary. Even if you were to… help me.”

Father Sanji looks taken aback by you, unmoving with widened eyes, when his face takes on a reddened tone.

“Do you know what you ask of me, my child?”

But your feelings don’t falter. You nod.

“Come closer, dove.”

In the dim light of the cathedral, Father Sanji reaches for you.

He pulls you closer as he kisses your lips softly. Fingers run through the back of your hair. His hold on you makes you feel like a new gift he couldn’t think of tarnishing. He breaks it after a few moments to gauge your reaction.

"How… how are you feeling?"

Sanji’s eyes are gentle on you. You look back at those quiet pools of ocean fog. You can’t help but ease into his gaze.

“Father, my desires fill. But I want so, so much more.”

“What you ask of me is no small thing. I don’t know if you can handle something like that.”

“Please, Father. I beg of you. I want this. Do you?”

"Yes, my child. Oh yes..."

Sanji's hand slid back up your hair and softly down your back. His other hand already lay on your waist.

"Will you trust me?"

“Of course. You must do whatever you can.”

“Good girl, now tell me what you wish for the most.”

“I want you to touch me, sir.”

He leads you back into the confessional seat. You sit down and feel Sanji grace his hands on your thighs. His fingers brush the same pleats you wrinkled.

“I didn’t think I would be the one tempted by your seduction.” Sanji's hand slowly crept up your body and reached your cheek. He kissed the side of your neck and whispered. "Do you trust me to do whatever God wills, my child?"

The fingers on your pleated skirt warm your legs, making you shiver. 

“Yes. God, yes, sir.”

"As you wish.”

Sanji pulled your body closer to him and kissed the tip of your nose. At the same time, that hand on your pleats slowly takes off the underwear of your skirt. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes before whispering in your ear.

"Be a good girl for me."

You back into the seat of the booth as Sanji touches your body. 

When he feels the frills of your panties in the dim light, he plunges under them. They don’t need to travel long before they figure out what they want. The hand finds your clitoris, causing you to shake. His other fingers reach lower before his unmoving arm rests on your side. 

“Spread your legs.”

You spread them. He whisks himself between them, bent over above you. 

“More.” He asks. Gently, he takes his leg to push against one thigh as his hand does the other. Your knees gently knock against the confession walls. The narrow booth is shy of relinquishing full access to Sanji, yet it is enough. 

His thumb latches onto your clit as his forefinger slips into you. They work at a steady pace and pump into you immediately. While his forefinger curls in and out of your pussy, his thumb firmly rubs against your clit, angled in a way that his thumb makes an enticing circle each time he pumps into you with his digit.

“God–fuck, your hands feel so good, sir.”

“Oh? Does this feel like heaven to you?” He crows.

You don’t respond; you hope your vice grip on his arms says enough. The perfect stimulation of his hand slicking against your cunt keeps you squirming in the booth seat. You kick your feet up, loll your head around, and arch your back toward the Father.

And the look he gives you. Oh. Even in the dark confines he’s stuck you in, those eyes gaze at you the whole time. He wants to watch you become a mess. If that’s what he wants, he certainly gets that. 

You cum quickly from his hand. You clamp your hand over your mouth and tremble under Sanji. It doesn’t take long for Father Sanji’s long fingers to feel your cum seeping deep from you. 

You take your time coming down from your high. Your lips stay apart as you pant for air. Sanji's hands linger on you before he kneels and again claims your lips. 

"Is this all that you want? Don’t you deserve more wishes?" Sanji spoke quietly. 

Even coming down from your orgasm, you feel a devilish smile come to your face. His question showed that he didn’t want to end this escapade soon. No, it’s too soon to stop.

“Father Sanji, haah, yes, I want more than this. I promise I can take it.” You look at him with pure wanton. Your lidded eyes look deep into him. 

"Such a needy one… please, come closer."

He reached up from your thighs, his hands leaving and grabbing onto your waist. He pulled you to stand until your lips touched again.

Sanji kissed you softly for a few seconds, his hand reaching your thighs.

"You deserve more for being such a good girl, so you will get more. But what do I get in return? I risk my title with a wish like this.”

He asked, his voice sounding as if it was full of lust but also mixed with respect for your wishes and desires.

“I will do anything you ask of me, Father Sanji. I’ll be good to you. What do you wish for?”

He hoists you up by your legs, kissing you fervently. Your feet dangle in the air while your thighs hug around his torso. His rosary beads click onto your nails as he leans into you, carrying you as his steps echo through the corridor once again. The air around you turns silent as you feel the priest shift around you. When Sanji breaks the kiss…

You discover you’re straddling his lap on the altar of the church.

"This is…is this what you wanted?" You say, shifting down on his lap.

“Yes, my dear. I want to display your body here.” 

Like the confessional, the altar was also wooden. It was sturdy enough that you barely felt it shake when Sanji lay you on his lap. You straddled him now, the skirt only long enough to cover your womanhood.

You couldn’t gawk a second longer when his hand claimed your chin, squishing your cheeks gently between the pads of his fingers. His other hand clutches on your hips while he places sloppy kisses down your neck. His mouth sucks and licks like an animal tenderizing a prey’s flesh. 

You run your hand down his chest and brush against the beads of his rosary as you slowly rub your hips back and forth on the tent in his pants. It only took a few bucks to have you both panting, gripping each other in fervor.

"Oh... oh my.”

”Haah, is this okay?” You ask.

"It is more than okay. I enjoy you, my dear. " He spoke softly, looking down and smiling slightly in surprise, yet he did not stop you.

You grind on the priest until the tent of his erection grows into a bulge. You discard your underwear so your bare clit rubs against the mound, constantly jerking with the pleasure you feel you could get off to.

That's only if Father Sanji would’ve let you. You know he craves to fulfill your full wish.

“Sit up a little.” He whispers in your ear. 

Sanji undoes the fly of his suit pants, maneuvering his garments to slip out the suffocated member you’ve been rocking against. It peaks out from his trousers, the head leaking precum from increased arousal. The distinction of veins pulsing up and down his shaft is enough to make you drool. 

Sanji leans over his cock. While he looks straight at you, he spits a huge glob of saliva, letting it dribble down his lips until it lands straight on the cockhead. He pumps it down his length until it’s coated.

“Put a show on for me.”

You reach down under your skirt, pumping his cock into your hands before guiding into your hole. You knew it would be a challenge by the time your slit touched him, but you didn’t realize how much you’d tremble when you reached the shaft of his divine member. You work on eagerly swallowing him down your pussy, yet you stifle your pained whimper when the priest’s palm pushes you down firmly. He is way too big, yet it’s all the more enticing to grip him. Inch by inch, you take him in like it was your calling to do so.

By the time your hips touch his, you feel elated from the fullness of your cunt and begin to rock your hips in small waves. Sanji watches you like you are a masterpiece, and you certainly don’t want to disappoint.

“Please, guide me by my waist and show me how to please you, sir.”

"Yes. Like this, my dear.” Father Sanji whispers to you, slowly putting his hands down on your waist. He adjusts you to a rhythmic speed. Your hips start to move quicker than earlier.

”F-fuck.” You move the way Sanji guides you, admittedly faster than you could handle without him. 

Your hips stutter into him as his calloused hands help you bob up and down on him.  All you can do is rut into him with enthusiasm.

“Your body is so perfect, miss. You're the most beautiful woman I could worship like this.”

“Sir…” You pant. You can’t help but grip around his shaft as you clutch his rosary harder. Sanji leans into you, nibbling on your ear as he firmly guides your body onto himself.

"Yes, good girl? Tell me how it feels.” 

“It feels like heaven— I’m in heaven. Fuck!” 

The creak of the wooden altar is barely audible, with your ears ringing from his words. As you move up and down, your knees hold your weight, stinging from the hardwood.

"Ah, amor. The sounds you make when you're enjoying yourself sound so wonderful to my ears." He spoke quietly and brushed his fingers across your hair, sticking to your moist forehead. 

Sanji changes the pace to a slower but harsher rhythm as he uses his hands to make your hips rock back and forth on him. You catch on quickly, trying to replicate the motions, stretching yourself more on each thrust than the last. Each time you spear yourself on the priest, your knees take each pump. You whine from the pain.

“Haah, my knees…” 

Sanji leans into your body, pecking the skin under your chin to the crook of your shoulder. His hands graze down from your waist to your hips until they reach the fullness of your ass. 

His arms tense as you’re raised in the air, as high as the panes of glass that adorn the cathedral. Father Sanji lifts your hips before resting you back down on him. The depths that he reaches inside you make you choke on your breath. 

“Move with me, dove.” Father Sanji whispers, gripping your ass to motion.

You rock your hips and push with your knees to the rhythm of his hands once again. The combination of force you two use only ends up spearing yourself on him. 

Your insides churn as he protrudes into your stomach. You can only come down on him harder on bended knees. This service you two participated in, you kneeling onto him in front of the cathedrals, with countless pews and glass panes, it feels…

The feeling was gracious, holy even. In the way that Sanji gripped your buttery skin and the gracious noises that befell his tongue, you can’t help but think he feels the same. 

“Jesus. No one--haah–has made me feel this good before,” Father Sanji says.

Prayers spill out of you in more audible moans at his words. You cover your mouth when Sanji’s cocks grazes your cervix by rolling his hips from under you. You can’t help but whine as you muffle desperate mewls that threaten to infect the air.

But Sanji knows what you’re trying to do. He leans into you with compassion.

"I want to hear you louder, my dear. Much louder."

At his words alone, you threatened to come on his cock right there. He’s giving you free reins to your fulfillment, but it’s doubtful it won’t come without cost. 

“What about others?” You pant, clutching onto his rosary with anxiety. To attract attention from dwellers within the cathedral walls is terrifying. Even with this fear, the feeling of masking your moans so others don’t find you is riveting. You clamp down on him at the thought, making him more eager to jack his hips into you.

He reaches a hand to your cheek, brushing the fingertips down the side of your flushed face, which holds eyes glazed with lust.

“My child, the church is empty until service tomorrow morning. Only us and the Holy Spirit are here.” He whispers, ”I want you to try and be as loud as you can… Please?"

His pace is faster. Now, he relentlessly ruts his hips to yours, causing you to squeak. He’s not just asking anymore. 

“Yes,” You mewl. He can only lean into you from the vice grip you have on his rosary.

Then, Father Sanji whispers your name. 

He unsheathes you from his cock by lifting you back up, kicking himself off of the altar to gently lower you off of him. As soon as your feet touch the ground, he gently pushes you against the edge of the altar, bending you over so much that your feet hover above the floor. You feel the skirt flip up to show your ass.

“Let me take you to heaven, my dove.”

You feel beads loop around your neck.

“This is how I want to bless my crucifix, my dear. Please help me cleanse it.”

He leads his cock back inside you, but not without one more thing.

He takes the rosary beads hung around the nape of your neck and pulls it towards him. Once hanging at the lowest parts of your chest, the beads now restrict your delicate neck while the crucifix dangles back and forth under the neck cartilage. You hear Father Sanji shuffle his hands, then the pop of a bottle before feeling cool, crisp water pour down on the rosary beads on your back. You’ve been in the church long enough to know he’s using holy water to cleanse his beads. 

“Be my good girl.” 

His cockhead slops into you in rough thrusts that completely lift your feet off the ground. You sputter from the speed, rolling your eyes like it was a need like his pace was a necessity . Now, your mind and body can only think about him. 

“So-so close. Please keep going, Father. Kiss me more.”

"Oh, you are... You want this so bad, don't you, my child?"

You mewl endless ministrations on his cock. You could only piece together fragments of consent through the endless punishment of pulsations.

“It’s your time, my dear.”

His pace is sloppy, and his veiny cock sloshes into you, but he still treats you with beautiful touches across your glistened skin. For his rosary latches onto your small neck, restricting the carotid arteries and making your feet curl, his other hand rubs up and down your back. 

Between your cries, his voice rings throughout the cathedral walls. It's paired with his large hand sliding down to connect to that swollen bud under your skirt. The pull of the rosary makes your back arch more into him, pushing him deeper and deeper into the coils inside of your quivering core.

“Sing for me.”

His finger flicked you right then like it was the first domino to start an avalanche.

“ Cum. ”

You can’t keep track of the time throughout your orgasm that you end up crying and moaning on Father Sanji’s dick. He pounds into you and stimulates your pink bud, prolonging your orgasm and causing you to writhe on the altar. Your vision is impossibly blurred with the stars in your head, and you can only hear the noises coming out of your body. The way your body and mind are animalistic in their release can only show the divinity of your wish being granted. 

Your nails claw at the wood of the altar so hard that your knuckles stain white, now wet from the holy water cascading down your body. The tirade of waves doesn’t stop until Sanji pulls out of you, which makes your pussy twitch from the quick emptiness. You hear Father Sanji groan behind you, pumping his cock into his hand a few times until he himself releases onto your back. The ropes of white hot cum dance with the holy water kissing the rosary beads, pooling down the crevice of your back. You let it sit like that while taking a moment to bask in the afterglow. 

When Father Sanji lets you off the altar, you realize that the pool of holy water that once rested under your head isn’t just holy water; it’s your drool. You blush in embarrassment; your body was too overstimulated, letting more than just your cum stain the altar.

"I do hope this was worth it. That I did what you wanted." He takes out a cloth and gently rubs the fluids off your skin.

“Father, I-“

“Please, if we have been drawn like this, you shouldn't need to call me honorifics behind closed doors.” He softly smiles. 

“Thank you, Sanji. My wish has been fulfilled, and I see why God brought me to you tonight.” You giggle.

“Lord, grant us strength that our paths come across each other and do this again. Make sure to attend the service tomorrow, and I will properly thank you for your visit tonight.” He playfully taps your ass, now half covered by your skirt.

You smile at him, still covered by the fluid the priest has gifted you and the long rosary beads draped over your chest. 

It is finished.

[h0ney-mochi]

A Drabble, more or less. [2]

Character in mind: Kaedehara Kazuha. Feel free to imagine someone else :)

Content: sub reader, dom character. afab reader. nsfw, smut.

A/n: watched jjk and I got hit by such a big wave that I had to write something.. might as well give it to you guys. I hope your holidays went well and that you celebrated the new year well! ♡

Your hand between your thighs, moans just barely getting hidden by your other hand, you're laying in your bed. You've been left alone for far too long again, your sexual needs building up over the days.

Your darling has been busy, so he hasn't made many appearances in your shared home. Maybe he gets home late at night, when you're already asleep, just to get in bed with you and be gone in the morning.. or he just has stayed where he had to, for days on end.

Either way, the lack of his.. skillful fingers, tongue and, well.. him in general, has gotten you in this situation. Sexually frustrated, craving his touch, but simply not being able to get it. So if you're alone all of the time, might as well use it well. Sort of. By pleasuring yourself.

Another day without your dear boy, you're in your room again, all alone. Lights dimmed low, you're laying in bed, imagining things and remembering moments with him. Of course you don't expect him to suddenly turn up, so your guard is low. You're close, oh so close to hitting that one high, though it's just not the same without him. But oh well, it'll have to do.

...

"..[name], my dear? Are you home?" His voice calls as he enters the house. Leaving some things he had bought in the kitchen, he walks off to find you. He hasn't seen you in days and man, he missed your touch. You always managed to make his day better and your skin was just.. so soft..

For a moment, he thinks that you might be out. Maybe with a friend, maybe a walk. He reaches your room's door and is about to open it when he hears you. More precisely, he hears his name from your mouth.

He froze, face flushing immediately, as he blinks at the door in front of him. No movement, he continues to listen. There it is again, the sweet sound of your voice. Your moans.

Breathing in, he tries to open the door quietly. Looking inside, he sees you on the bed of course. Your back is turned to the door and you're breathing heavily, a moan slipping here and there. He smiles, closing the door the same way. You heard the door handle make a small noise and you rushed to pull your shirt down enough for a cover as you sat up, turning to the door.

"Ah.." He speaks, "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just me." You stare at him, both embarrassed and.. shocked? God knows. "Oh my.. you're home, I'm so sorry—" You stumble on your words, stuck on what to say in this situation. He chuckles and God, him.. fuck you missed him.

"It seems I've been gone for too long, haven't I? I should be the one apologizing, you know how I am," he turns to lock the door before walking towards you. "Let me help, please. It's the least I can do right now for you."

He's on the bed, hands trailing up your legs, going over your knees, stopping there. Waiting for your permission.

You stare at him, heart pounding, butterflies already swarming in your stomach.

"You.. God, don't, please- Go ahead, please, do what you want with me, just- just don't take your hands off of me, please." You manage to say, throwing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him on you, for a kiss.

He's quick to reciprocate, letting your tongue meet his, eyes closing in the process. His hands go down your thighs, one in between them and you jump slightly from the contact. The one you've been longing for so long. An amused, muffled noise comes from his mouth as he pushes a finger in you, oh, you're really this excited, huh?

Just when his finger goes deeper, he's quick to pull out. The kiss muffled your sound and he departs from you. You're about to ask why, why did he not go further? Why stop there? He's really gonna leave you like this? Unreal.

But you close your mouth when you watch him lay down, hands on your hips, pulling you towards his face. His eyes meet yours and you swallow, suddenly feeling oh so nervous.

He tilts his head to the side, slowly blinking at you as he speaks, "This will be my apology to you, love."

And then your hand clutches the sheets under you, right when his tongue makes contact with you. Another flutter in your stomach when he flicks his tongue; then it does a flip when he puts his whole mouth on you, flattening his tongue.

Oh, you already feel like you're about to pass out.

Just how long can you miss a person that their touch has you crumbling to pieces?

[missmarveledsblog]

Flumpy part 2 ( jake seresin x reader)

SUMMARY : Y/N is settling well in miramar , even more so with the dagger squad bar one although after hearing a potential date taking shit  jake rushed to defend her while y/n rushes out the door  only to head into a worse state which bids the question is it too late .  

warning : this is an angsty chapter  mentions of character death as well as some violence and our girl gets into an accident , the some violence is only in defence  though and its fictional so let keep our hands to ourselves but also jake hitting someone for us 🥵🔥 

@harrysgothicbitch as promised 😎🖤

@djs8891 😊

First official day wasn't so nerve wrecking giving she spent her weekend with her new could she call them coworkers . She liked how got along with them well nearly all of them one she really couldn't stand one of them . hangman , at first she was going to tease him for the flumpy comment it wasn't that deep til she heard him talking at the food table on the beach and well that just killed any sort of base for a friendship . throwing on her overalls and her hair in a ponytail as grabbing her helmet she and set on her way not wanting to be late for her first official day . only to see a bronco parked outside her driveway .

" i got my ride roo or did daddy dearest send you" she batted her lashes only to see a blonde head of hair in the passenger seat. " well roo my dear boy get out of my dad's ass and follow me" she laughed lifting the garage door .

" i tell him same thing darling doesn't listen" jake flashed her a dazzling smiles only for her to not even pay attention .

" i got you a coffee" rooster offered .

" we got you a coffee" jake yelled .

" i'll grab it when we get there" she laughed closing the garage and driving off on the bike.

" why are you in my car again thought your truck was way better than my... then my what did you call it flintstone mobile" rooster walked to the driver side .

" i thought i'd give the flintstone mobile a go you know i'm doing this whole don't judge a book by it's cover" he smirked. " i judged it right this time" he added looking around missing his baby.

" you wanted to try get on y/n good side , bagman that woman will chew you up and spit you out before you even know it" .

" no woman could do that and you know it" jake scoffed.

" you taking a ride to base with me and getting her coffee" .

" yeah because i like being liked" .

" oh bagman you met your match" rooster chuckled as two set off .

She pulled up in the car park taking the helmet off her head , fixing her hair as phoenix walked up to her.

" you ride a motorcycle god can you get any hotter" .

" wanna be my backpack" she winked . " i don't know what that mean but i will" the woman laughed .

" well i'll explain it at lunch lets see if any more repairs are needed plus the hornet which i can tell is roo's well i need to look it over as well as the one behind it which i know is seresins" .

" please don't kill bagman i need you around" nat fake pouted.

" even if he's a dick well i can be professional at work plus i don't look good in orange" she sighed sadly.

" hey kid thought rooster was giving you a lift you know it being your first day...." .

" or you trying to get me not to ride my baby which is ironic cause who got me into them?" she arched her brow.

" yeah well you didn't join the navy" he countered thinking he was getting somewhere .

" whats my degree" she smirked. " thought so old man now stop your sexism is showing and not good in this day and age" .

" it's not sexism" he scoffed .

" so if rooster wanted to drive the bike you would be same right" she asked.

" of course not you know why i don't want you on it" he looked at her pointedly .

" well if that's the case then you can't fly in planes ,check mate mister , where are the locker rooms" she turned to nat who was standing slightly awkward at the exchange.

" this way you need to get your keys at the front first" .

" well discuss it later young lady" he called after them. " in your dreams old man" .

" hey shit guys wait up" rooster ran after trying to avoid looking Mav in the eyes after hearing some of their discussion .

" what was that about" jake asked.

" probably one of the worse time in our lives and not my story tell hangman" .

First day was done then the first week then the first month it went by in a flash . she found she really like the dagger squad could understand her father and rooster could like them , she liked wednesdays because her and fanboy played video games after work or working out with javy on thursday , tuesday she help payback with cooking so he could wow his wife and sunday were girls day with halo and phoenix saturdays were beach days and due to rent issue most nights where spent with bradley her new roommate also saturdays the torture before the beach a hike with rooster and hangman although they still weren't on speaking term hell she pretended he didn't exist and unless it was work related she didn't acknowledge him at all and it was driving jake seresin beyond mad . He watched how she would be with the squad , the smiles and affection that he secretly yearned for , the laugh of hers that drove him crazy .

he stopped with even taking girls home because last couple of times he did they left mad as bulls when he realised that he called them y/n . one woman who turned up and derailed his life and now he was stuck like a lovestruck wimp with a girl that wanted nothing to do with him and that was all completely new. But he never showed that , no he would put on the same old charm or pull her pigtails like they were kids on the playground . He would say something ,first she would well ignore him but he kept saying things til he eventually would get a response with even though wasn't good it was better then ignoring him .

" well if it ain't my favourite little handy woman" he called as she was taking inventory of what parts would be needed already done with the day.

" what can i do for you" she eyes checking over each tray.

" jet making weird noise again , starting to think you aren't looking after my jet properly darling" .

" oh bite me i take care of it like i do all the jets you just aren't careful with the flying machine all action and no finesse" she shot back tying the top part of her overalls around her waist knowing there was nothing damn wrong with the jet this was just one hangman's ways of torturing her .

" where is the location of the weird noise or is it you brain trying to work" she asked climbing up the ladder ready check over the engine and to see it was in tip top shape.

" my dear you wound me so i heard it promise cross my heart"he winked making her bite her tongue not wanting to sink to his level . she checked it over knowing she wasn't going find anything wrong with the jet , she check it only a couple of days ago when he said same thing . she check the wheel well only to see what exactly was the problem and one that hated her job .

" problem here is you got a dead bird in here and it's not my job to clean that out have fun"she smiled happily leaving him speechless looking up as feather fell out floated to the ground .

"hey y/n you got a minute" bob called out.

" course i do" she skipped as jake wished he ignore the weird sound . she as well as the other squad members watched as hangman began clearing the jet watching as the carcass felled down onto the ground as he gagged loudly . " least there will be no more weird noise huh bagman" she cackled.

He may of washed himself three or four times after the whole bird incident wanting to make sure he got the reminisce of it off his skin even though it didn't touch his skin knowing . he probably should of got a recruit to do it but nope he done it all himself. In his cleaning he didn't noticed the door open or the pitter patter of the sounds of feet on the cold tiled floors . it was when the sound of the shower and humming started , he knew who knew it was wondering why the hell she was using the base showers . " princess is lowering herself to using the peasant bathrooms huh" he called making the humming stop completely.

" peasant bathrooms really also i thought you were gone" she sighed .

" nope still getting bird off of me".

" well i need to get the grease and oil off me i meeting up with a friend after work" she almost sang.

" yeah i know we're all meeting at hard deck later" he rolled his eyes .

" different kind of friend but enjoy" he could almost hear the smile in her voice which annoyed him but another feeling was rising one he's never had when it came to women , almost new as turned the shower off leaving promptly . what was it about this one that had him so well fucked .

" yeah i got her to agree to go on date with me" the voice laughed .

" man you are one lucky son of a bitch" . it was like the world was against him now having to listen so prick to brag about getting the girl, getting his girl .

" yeah all i had to do was pretend to like the shit she did and boom eating out the palm of my hand , i don't know whether to hit it and quit it or do i carry it on i mean her dad's maverick so maybe i can get something out of" the sniffling little shit was about to say more but the rage that built up as he spoke well he didn't get a chance to speak when he found himself slammed against the wall with a seething hangman staring at him .

" woah hangman let him go" rooster rushed up .

" little prick you think you can use her" he growled pushing the man harder.

" wait what you talking about man" the mans voice shook .

" i heard it all hit and quit or use her for her daddy now we both know she too smart to fall for that , she probably didn't even fall for your crap , she probably felt bad for you but that still doesn't mean i shouldn't beat you into these tiles right here" .

" because he's not worth it just let him go jake" her voice sounded so broken behind him yet he did, he let the man go even though he wanted to beat the shit out of him .

" leave now while you have teeth"rooster snapped as they ran out of there .

" pretty girl?" rooster said but she quickly rushed off to get dressed and leave the base before they could get to her she was driving off clearly upset .

She felt stupid , she thought he actually liked her , she couldn't believe she felt for his shit . " idiot you fell for the easiest line in the book because ugh" she grumbled to herself feeling the tears start to build . " great now i crying" she laughed although muffled through her helmet .

checking around only seeing one car she nodded to pull over and he waved indicating for her to go ahead . she moved almost there and then she wasn't it was all so fast she was almost there. She was catapulted off the bike at first is was all in slow motion like time was moving at snail pace then the impact she hit the ground hard setting time back into motion . she could hear her bike scrapping along the gravel as well as her skin where her suit was ripped open . everything hurt no hurt was probably too minor to describe it , everything burned intensely as she looked up through the now cracked visor of her helmet and yet she couldn't move it was like something was holding her down in place.

" miss can you hear me , she not responding" a voice called . " she still breathing although it looks like she struggling , no i didn't touch her , she bleeding bad" the voice frantically called like he was talking to someone she couldn't hear.

" he just came out of no where at full speed , hit her off the bike please are they close ". she felt warm liquid coating her skin and burning was starting to dull . " yeah there's a visor on her helmet there i got it off , miss can you hear me , her eyes are open" . " her eyes are closing miss stay with me , god he came out of nowhere please hurry miss,miss" was the last thing she heard before it went quiet and everything went black.

They stood quiet , standing their usual spot waiting for a text or call she was ok .

" she isn't at home i checked already" rooster sighed something in his gut told him something bad was going on same one he got the day his dad died or when his mom got her diagnosis.

" maybe she needs time" nat said softly although she was itching to go out and look for her .

" she needs her friend and i've a bad feeling" rooster began pacing . Jake seresin well he was quiet , almost too quiet as he replayed it all from her face to the fact she called him jake . usually it wouldn't of meant so much if it wasn't her. She never used his name not even his surname it was always bagman or hangman maybe even cowboy but never jake.

" fuck it i'm going looking for her" rooster snapped the man from his own thought and instantly he was on his feet.

" i'll come with you" was all he said. Usually rooster would tease him , taunt that they would be using the bronco but no for some reason the look on jake seresins face was reason enough to keep it quiet and all he did was nod . they all walked out , standing talking about who was going with who til they heard it .

" fucking bitch had to be there man i was so close could of been balls deep now and buttering up captain mitchell " that pricks voice from across the car park . Not a second thought or the voice of reason from his friends to ignore it cause he saw red , full blown rage that had him barrelling across and punching the man square in the jaw . it was almost satisfying when his fist connected or when the prick hit the ground .

" what is your fucking problem asshole" .

" my problem is you , ya had the perfect woman and all you wanted was what she could give you , what she could benefit you not realising you had the best thing on this earth and you fucking took advantage of it , i hear you call her one more thing or they hear you in there well son a punch is gonna be last of you worries" he spat .

" she a chick man get over it acting like a crazy person over maverick bitch" he laughed the fucker laughed as jake went to dive on him only his friends pulled him back.

" she a force of fucking nature , smart and beautiful fucking woman , you lucky she even gave you time of day

. " hangman" rooster called.

" you don't hear what he's saying what he's calling her man" jake growled pushing out of his friends arms only for rooster to pulling back turning him around.

" hangman come on" he said again more almost gentle or something he couldn't quite place.

" nat no" was all they heard before the female pilot hit the man again only he went to hit back this time .

" not now rooster" jake gritte only for rooster took a hold the mans fist as the fucker actually looked scared.

" you get out of here not in there, he's right you say one bad thing about y/n in there you gonna get your ass beat " rooster pulled the men away sending them off with black eyes and bruised cheek .

" what the hell , did you hear them" jake snapped.

" jake we need to go hospital , there's been an accident . y/n hurt real bad" .

" come on lets go" he said leading him , nat and bob to his car . all again quiet once more.

The ride to the hospital was silent all wondering what bad truly was and all afraid to ask . in the space so short as a month she'd managed to worm her way into their hearts and now they hoped it wasn't end of what was going to be a beautiful friendship . jake felt ill hell he felt everything all in once but now more so fear and worry . it was all so much in so little time but one feeling he felt one he more , one he feared of feeling all these years and it could be too late.

" oh my" nat gasped turning their attention to the side of the rode . they saw it all the glass everywhere , blood pooled on the ground it didn't take a genius to connect the dots they knew . her bike still on the ground as the cops had the area closed off and her helmet thrown on the ground half haphazardly. " stop i'll meet you there" nat yelled already getting out of the car. " that bike is her baby i need to" was all she said .

" i'll go with her and get guys to bring us" bob said running after her.

" she right , that bike is here baby , she been driving them since she was sixteen , think that's her second one , the other one is in our garage she still cleans it takes it out. My mom was freaked when she got the first one i mean scared to death on it but mav would say she was go driver" he chuckled as they drove down the highway.

" thought he hated her on them".

"wasn't always that way ... shit mav probably freaked thinking history's repeating , look i said it wasn't my story to tell but fuck it , you know charlie blackwood her mom well she died when y/n was seventeen hit her hard during the whole thing well she needed space. sick of people giving their well wishes which i agree it's only so much of if you need me .. anyways she went on drive although that night it was raining from what we know she lost control on the road was real bad she ended up in a coma for couple months , they said she slim to none chance of full recovery and she beat those odd woke up all ok first thing she asked was her bike ok" he laughed as tears gathered in his eyes .

" she stubborn one huh but she fighter too so determined you know well of course you know your like her brother , she never lets anything go even when the guys talked down to her she showed them what was what probably how she had half the base on her side in matter of weeks, she's so smart too like brains for miles , it's cute to when you see her concentrating hard on something her little tongue poking out or that laugh not the fake one she gives cyclone to boost his ego but the real one that makes you wanna do more to keep it going" was like he couldn't stop talking it all falling out his mouth on it own free will as bradley smiled listening.

" sounds like a man in love to me , i mean i know i was young but reminds me of the way my dad would talk about my mom" .

" you hit your head chicken boy you sound crazy" jake quickly covered his track albeit not well .

" oh shut up man you know i'm right and me crazy you attack the same man twice for merely talking bad about her" rooster shook his head.

" that was hypocritical i mean come on i said same sort of shit first time with met i called her flumpy like she should of clocked my ass".

" well you do make shit first impression, i'll give you that is true but i've noticed a change in you since you met her , woman of hard deck are safe from your chat up lines , your not sleeping around like a dog and you've been trying to make it up to her since the beach. Yeah you tease her but thats your love language or what ever amelia says . all i'm saying is you got time to turn it around" rooster explained all so easily like he knew something more then he was letting on and maybe he did .

" do i though?" jake ask crashing them back to reality knowing it might not be a chance. He hope rooster was right , he hoped he could make things right and he hoped it wasn't too late . 

Part three

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller microfic band au pt3

heyyy pt3 is here yayyy

I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig

also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)

oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3

oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)

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(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)

***

By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.

“Hurry up and get your stuff.”

Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.

Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start. 

It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.

“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”

He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.

“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”

Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.

“D’you just call me baby?”

A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.

“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”

“You- you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby?”

Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.

•••

Barty was going insane. 

Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two. 

Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end. 

Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.

“WHAT?!”

Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.

“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”

Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.

“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour. 

“What the fuck man?”

Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.

“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”

Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.

He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.

“We’ll figure it out ok?”

“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”

“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“

“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”

“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”

Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.

“Ok, yeah.”

He breathed in.

“I’m sorry Ev.”

“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”

“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”

Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining. 

•••

“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”

“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”

Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though. 

“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”

“Not without exposing their homophobia.”

“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”

Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I might have an idea then.”

•••

Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.

As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.

“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”

Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.

“What?”

“And I agree with her.”

“What?”

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OK HOPE U LIKED IT

xxx BYEEEE

pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/o comes home from a hard days work and yells into the house " WHERES MY MANS, I NEED CUDDLES AND KISSES "

Undertale Sans - He chuckles and sinks deeper into the couch as you get close, the face turning bluer and bluer. He plays all shy and all but you can tell he has been waiting for this for a few hours now. He's a bit too eager to kiss you when you finally sit next to him too.

Undertale Papyrus - He throws everything he's holding in the air and runs to you to kiss you with excitement, almost crushing you as he jumps in your arms at the same time.

Underswap Sans - He runs to hide somewhere. Where's the fun if you find him right away? You think he's that easy to get? Try again. You're trashing the house to find him, and then you finally put a hand on him, you're not letting go.

Underswap Papyrus - You hear footsteps come down the stairs in a hurry as he runs to your arms to welcome you home. You hear him sigh in content, happy you're finally home to cuddle.

Underfell Sans - He stares at you from the couch as you freeze seeing him. He gets stiff. "no no no nO NO NO NO" but that's too late. You throw yourself at his neck and kiss him everywhere as his face is now a burned tomato color, and he's trying to hide from you. When you stop, he immediately snuggles against your chest though. Don't stop.

Underfell Papyrus - He hisses as you run to him, and he is forced to hold whatever he's cooking above his head so you don't mess it up. Once you're holding him though, he just sighs and awkwardly pets your head to welcome you. Yeah, yeah, you're home, it's nice.

Horrortale Sans - You can hear him purr from the living couch as soon as the door opens. Oak is vibrating with excitement, shaking as he's waiting for you to come and hug him. He's so happy you're back. He hugs you against him with all he has and rubs his head on your face.

Horrortale Papyrus - He tries to ignore you, as he keeps doing whatever he is doing. But his smile is growing wider and wider as he hears you get close. He still squeaks when you suddenly hug him from behind and turn around to kiss you softly. Welcome home, dear.

Swapfell Sans - He was in the middle of a tea with the Queen and Alphys when you knocked over the door, screaming this. Nox stares in disbelief at Toriel and Alphys as they both smirk and laugh at him, as his face is turning entirely purple. Oh god, he's going to hear about this for a few months, is he? It's even worse when you actually come, ignoring the guests, to kiss him full mouth. Nox is in shock. Is it really happening? Please someone wake him up. You have no shame.

Swapfell Papyrus - You can finish your sentence as Rus suddenly teleports above you, entirely naked, and jumps in your arms. You're too slow to catch him and get crushed by the skeleton as you fall on your butt with him on top of you. Well, that's a normal day...

Fellswap Gold Sans - He stops his torture session to come and kiss you, covered in blood. You sing song to him to have a nice work as you hug him carefully, before leaving him to his tasks. All in front of a very shocked half-naked man who witnessed the whole scene after hours of torture. Wine smiles sweetly, revigorated, then turns back to the guy. Where was he again?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He runs to the door and jumps in your arms, squeaking and all excited. He starts to tell you all about his day as he's hanging in your arms, holding your head against his chest. You'll have to carry him for a while, he's not ready to let go.

[stormy427]

Need Someone Older

This is just pure smut. There is no actual sex in this but dear god. Don't look if you are a minor, please save yourself.

WC: ~3k

Nightfall set upon Lycina and her companions quicker than expected, already weary from a long day of travel the group decided to find the nearest tavern and spend the night there rather than spend valuable sleeping time setting up camp. The tavern was nicer than the group expected, with several other patrons sitting at the tables and a soothing rumble of conversation that filled the air. The companions got rooms for the night and headed off for some well needed sleep, all of them except you.

Being surrounded by lively conversation and finally having a nice warm meal helped to dramatically raise your mood from what it had been on the road. You and a certain self absorbed vampire had been bickering constantly lately and honestly you could use a break from him. You haven’t been able to figure out why Astarion has been so cold to you recently, but for tonight you plan on pushing those thoughts out of your mind and what better way to distract yourself than finding a decent looking person and having some fun?

So that’s exactly what you did, you had a few glasses of wine and found your target. He seemed to be around the same age as you, he wasn’t horrible looking or smelling and was able to keep a semi-intelligent conversation. ‘Good enough’ you thought and asked if he wanted to go back to your room and continue ‘talking’ there. He excitedly agreed and you two walked up the wooden steps of the tavern stairs into your room which was unfortunately right across the hall from Astarion. You made a mental note to try and be semi-quiet tonight so as to not alert your companions, but especially Astarion, of your late night adventures.

You and the guy quickly got to work disrobing yourselves and moved to the bed before he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t terrible, maybe too much teeth, but nothing that would stop you from wanting to fuck him. It had been several months since you had last been touched by someone other than yourself and you were eager to orgasm from someone else's fingers for a change. You obviously weren’t expecting any mind blowing sex from this random guy you found in a tavern and yet you were somehow still disappointed when it was done. The guy rolled off you and asked if you came to which you replied dryly “Yeah of course, it was great.” the guy didn’t pick up on your tone and replied proudly “I could tell you were enjoying it from how much you were moaning, glad you came so many times.” You were a bit confused if this man thought a moan was equivalent to an orgasm but you decided not to ask. The guy put back on his clothes and quickly exited your room after that little chat, you were grateful that he left quickly and didn’t try to continue talking to you.

You put on your night clothes before laying back down on the bed and spreading your thighs hoping to actually orgasm tonight. Your finger had just made contact with your desperate clit when you heard a loud knock on your door, you audibly sighed before standing up to get the door. When you opened it you didn’t expect to be face to face with an annoyed Astarion who quickly brushed past you into the room. “No please, come on in Astarion.” you mumbled under your breath, obviously irritated at his intrusion.

You weren’t entirely sure why he was in your room and didn’t really want to accidentally initiate a lecture by talking first, so you stood silent for a moment. It took Astarion a second to start speaking to you but when he did he spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice, “So darling, did you and your mystery man have fun tonight? I’m dying to know all the debauchery our little Lycina got into.” You felt the tips of your ears and cheeks flush when you realized that even your fake moans had been heard by Astarion, you began to apologize but Astarion stopped you with a finger across your lips in a shushing action.

The air suddenly felt charged with how close he was standing to you, you could feel his cold finger on your warm lips and for the first time you wondered how his finger might feel elsewhere. “Pray tell my love, how was he? Did he take proper care of you? Hmmm…” he asked, you were shocked by his question but didn’t back down from this conversation. “Actually, he did take very, very good care of me. Thank you for your concern.” You replied indignantly, praying Astarion didn’t somehow know you faked every noise with that guy. Astarions ruby red eyes took on a predatory glint as he locked eyes with you and smirked slightly, effectively staring you down due to his height advantage. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to conceal from Astarion. “Oh really, well it seems that you my love are a liar. It’s a shame really, it would have been entertaining to hear the real thing.” 

You weren’t sure if this was Astarion leading you into some sort of a trap so you decided to continue with your confident facade and said “You’d be so lucky to hear how I really sound, it's a shame you probably wouldn’t even compare to that guy.” that sentence was most definitely a mistake, immediately after you said it Astarion’s eyes darkened and he began moving towards you. “You think any of these boys you sleep with would compare to me?” he asked incredulously, all the while continuing to walk towards you, forcing you to step back.

 “You may be older but that does not mean you're better, a-after all the skills you- uh don’t use tend to fade away” your voice faltered halfway through the sentence, betraying the anxiety that was building in you. At this point Astarion had effectively bracketed you against the wall with his hands on either side of your head while his body blocked any hope of exiting the situation. He chuckled darkly before leaning down and saying “Darling, I think you will find that every part of me has aged well. You obviously need someone more experienced. Someone who knows how to drive you mad with pleasure until you’re begging for more. You need to be feasted upon until you can’t handle it anymore.” Your breath hitched at his words, the feeling of his breath against your ear only added to your inner turmoil of being extremely horny and extremely confused as to what was happening. 

Astarion grazed the shell of your ear with his lips before leaving feather light kisses down your neck and jaw. Your pulse was erratic and you were sure he knew the effect his words were having on your body, his lips made their way to yours leaning in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. He moved back slightly and eyed your blown pupils and flushed face before moving his hands from the wall and cupping your face in both hands before kissing you harder and pulling you flush against him.

One arm dropped down to your waist while his other was holding the back of your head. Once in his arms you leaned up and kissed him again while threading your fingers into his curls and tugged slightly which earned you a soft groan. Astarion’s hands moved under your ass to pick you up, causing you to yelp at the sudden change, he pushed you up against the wall and began leaving wet kisses on your neck, sucking love marks where everyone would see.

You tried to fight the whimper that left you by clapping your hand over your mouth, Astarion moved up to bite your earlobe hard before whispering “My love, I think it would be a bad idea for you to hide those delectable noises from me.” your hand dropped immediately, “Ah, see I knew you were my good girl.” 

You responded with a soft moan as you felt yourself getting impossibly wet from his words. Astarion’s assault on your neck stopped and you whined at the loss of his mouth from your skin, “Relax lover, I just want to ravage you properly. I will gladly fuck you against a wall later. Would you like that darling? Hmm?”. You nod desperately, unable to form intelligent thoughts anymore. 

He lays you down gently on the bed before standing up to remove his shirt. “Gods, I want you so bad.” you breathe out, sitting up in an attempt to reach him, desperate for more contact. “Tsk, where are your manners pet. What do we say when we want something?” he clicks his tongue at you in mocking disapproval. 

You’ve never begged anyone for anything in your entire life but you can’t seem to find the self-control needed to resist his request. “Please touch me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me just touch me please”, you pray that Astarion will take pity on you and your dripping pussy. He is standing at the foot of the bed, eyeing you up and down his eyes almost black with lust. You can’t wait any longer for him to touch you, your fingers find the hem of your night shirt and begin to pull it off before you notice that Astarion has begun crawling up the bed towards you. He catches your stalled wrists and you immediately let go of the fabric, his fingers replace yours as he slowly pulls your shirt off and tosses it on the floor. 

With his hands on your bare shoulders he pushes you back onto the bed before kissing you passionately, he hitches his leg under yours to slot himself between your thighs. You groan with relief when you feel him roll your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, Astarion grins against your mouth at the sound. He dips his head lower where he leaves open mouth kisses between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your trousers. “May I?” he asks, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. You respond by slowly pushing your trousers down before Astarion helps fully take them off before taking in the sight of your naked body. “Oh my little treat, we are going to have so much fun together.” he cooed while his fingers began tracing up and down your now naked thigh, each movement leaving goosebumps behind them.

 You grabbed Astarions hands and placed them on your breasts, “Astarion, I’m going to make myself cum if you don’t touch me. I don’t think either of us want that. Right?” He practically whimpered when you spoke and shook his head before composing himself and saying “That would be an incredible sight to see but I would much rather have a taste instead.” You moaned when his mouth finally surrounded your nipple and his fangs grazed the soft flesh, your fingers laced themselves in his hair and tugged slightly, earning a soft moan. 

He moved down your body, leaving feather light kisses everywhere he could, you could have cum at just the sight of him between your thighs. His kisses turned into love bites on your hip bones, making you pant and gasp with desire, “Astarion please touch me-e-ahhh” your whining turning into a strangled moan as his mouth engulfed your aching clit, he swirled his tongue around it for a moment before pulling off to start licking the arousal that had accumulated on your inner thighs. “You taste even more delicious than I could have ever imagined. Gods I can’t wait for you to come all over my face” his voice was thick with desire, he reconnected with your pussy and began to devour you. 

His tongue started making slow circles around your clit before speeding up, he switched between circling your clit and licking broad strokes through your folds, every movement bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop.” you said breathlessly trying to squirm away from his devilish tongue, “Darling, I am going to make you cum until you cry. I’m begging you, give me as many as you can and I will lick up every single one.” his voice muffled against your thighs. 

He continued the same relentless pattern of circling your clit and licking, drawing out high pitched whines, gasps, and moans until you feel a familiar heat burning across your skin. Your orgasm hit you harder than you’ve ever felt before, you tried to tell Astarion but all that came out were broken gasps and cries before you hit your peak. True to his word, Astarion licked up every bit of your arousal before pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you attempted to regain the ability to breathe. 

“My love, are you alright?” he asked in a surprisingly caring manner, once he saw you nod he added slyly, “Can my delectable little pet handle more of me?” You were completely wrecked, your eyes were blown wide with lust and your cheeks hot with blush. You wanted more, you wanted so much more of him that it was concerning to you. 

You choked out a response after a moment, “Astarion, I will take whatever you give me. Please, I promise I can handle it and be good.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but they were more true than anything you’d ever said. Astarion groaned at your response, obviously delighted to continue “Oh thank you darling.” He continued muttering soft ‘thank you��s’ and terms of endearment as he kissed your inner thighs, hips, and lower abdomen. 

His words and kisses made you shiver with desire, your body already eager for another mind shattering orgasm. Astarion moved back to your pussy and placed a few feather light kisses on your sensitive clit before teasing your entrance with his finger, you gasped at the feeling and began to beg for him to be inside you. His finger plunged deep inside your tight, warm walls as you moaned at the feeling of finally having, at least part of him, inside of you. He moved out from between your thighs to lay beside you as he lazily fingered you, never looking away from you. Astarion moved his finger in and out of you slowly, teasing you again, wanting to hear you pleading with him to go faster. Of course that didn’t take too long before you started whining with frustration and trying to move your hips to get more friction. He added a second finger and you squealed with joy before realizing that he wasn't going any faster despite your pleas. Nothing was working, he wouldn’t go any faster or deeper no matter what you said or did, you were getting so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes. When he saw this Astarion sped up, just enough to hear you moan in delight and for you to call his name out like a prayer, just enough to bring you right to the edge of bliss. And then he would slow down again, he only needed to do this one more time until you were so frustrated and wrecked that you truly began crying, Astarion smiled darkly at the sight of tears running down your flushed cheeks before leaning closer to your face and licking them away. He left kisses on your cheeks and forehead while muttering words of encouragement for you, ‘you look so beautiful like this’, ‘I got you darling, trust me’, ‘you’re doing very very good for me’, ‘my gorgeous little Lycina’. 

He added his thumb into the mix and began rubbing your clit much to your delight, there were still tears slipping out of your eyes but Astarion was there to wipe, or lick, them away. You were brought right to the edge of an incredible orgasm before he removed his fingers completely, you let out a scream of frustration before the tears began again. “I’ll let you come again if you answer a question for me. Can you do that little pet?” he asked teasingly, through your tears you promised to answer anything so long as you could come. 

“Good girl, has anyone made you feel this good before?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, “No!” you cried out in earnest. “Very good, you’re doing so very good for me. One last question…” you interrupted him quickly saying “No, no, no, no, you said one question then I coud come. Please, please, please, ple- ah-” Your word was cut off by a particularly rough thrust of his fingers, “Hmm..yes, well too bad. My last question is- do you agree that having someone older and more experienced is much, much better than having someone your age?” 

You look at him through watery eyes, hot tears threatening to fall once again, “Yes! Okay! I’m sorry for saying that you’re old and bad at sex!” you sobbed out. That’s what he wanted to hear, that he was right and you were wrong. You would plan your revenge after he made you come again. His fingers and thumb started moving faster than they had before, curving upwards towards your most sensitive spot. You could feel the knot building more and more with each skilled thrust of his fingers, you were quickly approaching a devastating orgasm, you were a blubbering mess and Astarion couldn’t be more pleased. Your orgasm crashed into you as he leant down to your neck and began to lick and nibble on the sensitive spot below your jaw. You came hard with a high pitched wail and clutched onto Astarions free arm, digging your nails into the skin hard enough to break the surface. 

It took a minute to come down from your high, during which Astarion kissed your cheeks, forehead, and lips softly helping to keep you grounded. He moved your hair off your face and began stroking it tenderly while whispering “you did so good darling” “I got you my love, you’re okay”. You looked completely destroyed and yet positively beautiful to Astarion, you finally looked him in his eyes and gave him a breathtaking sleepy smile. You raised your hand to cup Astarion’s cheek which he leaned into lightly, closed his eyes and smiled softly, you two stayed like this for a moment in total silence completely at peace in the moment.

When you finally spoke all you could think was “Wow. Woah.” you might not have been fully there yet but Astarion chuckled deeply and brought you close against his chest as you both laid down. "That was amazing darling, you did very good. Was I too rough with you? Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice, "No, I feel incredible. It was amazing, unexpected but amazing." you assured him. "All I want to know is when can I return the favor?" you asked flirtingly. He looked down at you adoringly and whispered “You may be the next cause of my death my love. You need sleep darling, we have to think of how to explain your appearance when our companions see you in the morning.” 

Oh. Fuck.

[bqstqnbruin]

Just Friends - Part 3

Dear GOD this was the last week before break and parent teacher conferences so it has been a long one. I have 39 conferences for who knows why between Monday and Tuesday

Read the previous part here

WC: 3774

Warnings: parental death mention, asshole coworkers, swearing

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Emeline’s phone was buzzing so much while she was teaching that her students ended up teasing her for violating her ‘no phones in class’ policy. She tried to argue that while the phone was buzzing, she wasn’t looking at it, but as soon as she did that, she had already lost, sending her lesson into disarray and forcing her to rethink the rest of the unit as she had planned it. Jeremy was texting in the newly formed group chat between the five of them about the girls going to see a game at the Garden. 

Emeline had to ignore the messages until she finally had a free period before lunch, silencing her phone as soon as she could, sitting down thankful that none of her students had asked if they could come in for help during what was probably going to be the only time she had to be alone for the rest of the week. She reads through what seemed like a hundred messages from the four of them, Fran and Maddy already agreeing, John letting them know that the tickets were all ready for them.

They just needed to know if Emeline was going.

She didn’t want to go.

First, it was a game in the city after what would be another long day at school and she wouldn’t have time to change or even drop her work bag anywhere before having to get to the arena. She knew the T well enough to navigate the green line, but knowing the public transit in the city, it would mean she would show up to the game at least an hour late, if not later but the time she got home and back. 

Second, she knew nothing about hockey. She didn’t really want to know about hockey, if she was being honest with herself. She already knew about lacrosse and that was enough for her considering how many other things she had to know. Emeline wanted to instill a love of learning in her students, but at a certain point, she understood when someone just got too overloaded with knowledge. Her dad was the one who taught her lacrosse, never really caring about any other sport besides basketball when she was growing up, the ‘08 Celtics team something he never stopped talking about, but she was still confused about the fact that there were ‘field goals’ in the sport. There was no field, and it was a basket, not a goal. 

Third, it meant she had to see Jeremy.

That day in the elevator was weird for both of them, neither of them acknowledging that it had happened. Emeline wasn’t even really sure what had happened between them. She hadn’t even told Fran and Maddy when they told each other everything. And that meant everything. Keelan still wasn’t pleased with the fact that her roommates had a habit of somehow using the birthmark on his lower back as ammo against him any chance they could.

Fourth, Keelan would hate it.

That last one didn’t bother her as much as it should. 

Before she could even begin to try to figure out why, Javier, one of the other chemistry teachers, pokes his head into her room. “Department meeting after school?”

“For fucks sake, what?” Emeline groans, pulling up her email to see the missed message from Anderson letting them know they were all meeting in his room after school, attendance mandatory. That meant she had to push that lacrosse workout the athletic director asked her to schedule by at least an hour, which meant she would have even less time to get to the game tonight. It actually might not be such a bad thing if it weren’t Anderson scheduling it. “God, I would have willingly taken an overload if it meant he didn’t have to share a prep with us.”

Javier laughs, leaning against the doorway. “Yeah, because you have time to teach the five classes you have as it is.” 

“He really thinks we have no lives outside of these jobs, doesn’t he?”

Javier comes in, sitting at the desk in front of her. “Well, because of him, we don’t.” 

“Any ideas what it’s about?”

“Probably him trying to scold you for your phone going off all morning,” Javier teases, leaning forward. Before she can even ask how he would know, “I’ve heard nothing in the halls besides ‘Pritch’s phone won’t stop buzzing. Do you think it’s her boyfriend? Do you think it’s her girlfriend? Do you think something’s wrong?’” he says, making his voice higher to mimic their students.

Emeline scrunches her face. “Teenagers are too invasive.”

“Is the answer ‘yes’ to any of their questions?” Emeline sighs, giving him her phone. “Free Bruins game tonight? That’s awesome, can I come, too?” 

“I’m not even going,” she scoffs.

“Why not?” Emeline gestures to everything around them as if to tell him anything in front of her could be a reason why. “Tell Anderson you’re sick and have to go home.”

“I have lacrosse after school.”

“We have lacrosse after school,” he corrects her, his not so subtle way of reminding her that she had roped him into being the assistant coach when the previous one moved to a different state for her wife’s job. “I can run the workout, no problem.” 

“You’ve never done that before,” she tells him.

Javier rolls his eyes, tapping away on her phone. “They’re teenage girls. They’ll just sit on the bikes because they refuse to do anything else, anyway. How much do we care? And Jeremy said he can pick you up by 4:30 for the game, which gives you plenty of time to start the workout if you wanted to.” 

Emeline practically lunges across the desks for her phone. “You fucking didn’t.” She reads the messages, ‘her’ telling him she wants to go but has to stay at school late. He even brought up the fact that she wouldn’t get home in time to change and drop her bag off. Fran and Maddy letting her know they would have a change of clothes waiting for her in the car, and that her work bag would be safe there. “Really bold of you to do to the person in charge of ordering the sulfuric acid.”

“You’re not gonna kill me and dissolve my bones, Emeline. The sulfuric acid they sell doesn’t have a high enough concentration for you to be successful, and you know that.” She scoffs. “If I’m not here, who are you going to sit with at these stupid department meetings.”

“Touche.”  

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, Emeline’s phone continuing to light up with messages in the group chat. She knew that Jeremy and John really didn’t have much to do besides prep for a game, but Maddy was in hour ten of her twelve hour shift at Mass Gen, and Fran was normally swamped with meetings all day, every day. Why did they suddenly have all this time to be on their phones texting the boys? And how did they have any energy left to go to a game that was going to keep them out until almost 11 pm? How was she going to stay up past 11 pm when it was a school night? She didn’t even stay up that late on the weekends half the time.

Keelan never texted her during the day. Not even to check in and ask her how it was going for her. Granted, she never texted him either because she couldn’t be on her phone in the first place, but isn’t that something a boyfriend was supposed to do? Even if it was just once in  a while?

Jeremy did.

By the time the last period of the day was over, Emeline was exhausted, and she was sure her phone was, too. Javier swung back by her room as she was packing her bag to head to the dreaded last minute department meeting. Nothing good ever happened when there was a last minute meeting at the end of the day.

“Any idea what this is about?”Javier whispers to Nick, one of the biology teachers, as he and Emeline sit down in Anderson’s classroom. Nick responds with a shrug, something surprising considering Anderson normally tells him everything. 

Anderson claps his hands together, his annoying attempt to get everyone’s attention, just like always. “Alright, let’s start.” He pauses, staring at what Emeline can only imagine are the blank and unimpressed stares of 10 men and herself. “Admin emailed me during first period asking me to remind everyone that phones are not to be used during class unless they are being used for learning purposes.”

Emeline and Javier exchange annoyed glances. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Emeline mutters. This could have been an email.

“Which is perfect timing since I heard all about Ms. Pritchard’s phone today in the halls. Care to explain, Emeline?”

Emeline shrugs, knowing that if she tells him off like she wants to, he’ll just use it against her right away for being ‘too emotional,’ or something else stupid like that. Being the only woman in the science department and him being the sexist asshole that he was, he used every minute detail he could to try to argue that she was unfit for being a science teacher as a woman. “I had my phone on vibrate and I was getting messages from my friends during my lesson. I turned it off as soon as I got the chance.”

“Well, no phones during class. And to make sure there are no phones during class, you’re all going to be bringing them to my room at the beginning of the day.” Emeline lets out a laugh while the guys start their protests immediately as Anderson pulls out a blue plastic bin that he taped a piece of paper to with ‘PHONES’ written in his obnoxiously messy handwriting. No one particularly liked Anderson, but he knew how to kiss the administration’s ass, hence the reason he was the department head and not someone who was actually competent for the job. “You can thank Emeline for that.”

“Didn’t you say you were told this reminder this morning?” Nick brings up.

“Yes,” Anderson says, crossing his arms across his chest.

“And my phone wasn’t going off until after that,” Emeline points out.

“And didn’t you just interrupt your lesson to your freshmen yesterday because your wife was calling wanting to know what you wanted for dinner?” Javier asks.

“Yes.”

“So you’re taking our phones away because of you?”

“No phones,” Anderson tries to stand his ground.

“What if there’s an emergency? In or out of the classroom?” Emeline asks. “The phones on the walls were disconnected years ago, how are we supposed to call for help if the only working phones are in your room? Are we supposed to ask a student for theirs? That seems like a violation of privacy and a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Anderson’s face was starting to get red, the way it always did when he was losing whatever battle he decided to fight with the rest of the department. “What emergency out of the classroom could you have? You don’t have any family like the rest of us, Emeline.”

The room goes silent, Emeline sitting there stunned, trying to keep her composure. “I think we’re done. I’m not giving you my phone every day.” 

Javier tries to call after her as she leaves, Emeline barely overhearing Nick yelling at Anderson for going so low and being so out of line because of something so trivial. She didn’t need the department to see her in tears over this. She checks her phone, the group chat again blowing up to let Emeline know that they were on their way. She could just wait outside for them, or she could ditch them altogether and just go home. She didn’t want to go to the game before, and she definitely didn’t want to go to the game now. 

“Em, what’s wrong?” Fran jumps out of the car she didn’t even realize had pulled up in front of her. Jeremy and Maddy jump out before John can even stop the engine, all of them concerned about why she was standing on the sidewalk crying.

“I just,” she stammers. “Can we just get in the car?” She pushes past them and gets into the backseat, the shirt and somehow a jersey Fran and Maddy had grabbed for her sitting there waiting for her.

“Talk,” Fran demands once they all pile back in. “Was it Keelan?”

Emeline hadn’t even been thinking of Keelan. “What? No. Anderson.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You don’t even know why, Francesca.”

“I don’t need a reason if I see Emeline crying on the sidewalk because of him, Madelyn.”

“Who’s Anderson?” John asks before the girls get into more of a bickering match, pulling away to start his drive to the arena.

“My department head,” Emeline explains, forgetting that he was the only one in the car who didn’t know..

“Her department head,” Jeremy tells him at the same time, causing Emeline’s heart to feel like it skipped a beat.

Emeline clears her throat as the rest of them wait for her to continue, trying to ignore the fact that she could see Jeremy’s small smile at her through the rearview mirror. “He threw a bitch fit about phones and said some shit. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Emeline, it’s not fine if this guy is making you cry,” Jeremy says, his voice unreasonably calming to her. “Do you want to tell us what he said?”

He was so different from Fran, who, while meaning well, would demand her to tell them every detail. Emeline takes in a deep breath, pulling her sweater up over her head to change shirts. “He called me out for not having a family anymore.”

Fran and Maddy screamed so loud in disgust that John almost rear ended the person in front of them on Storrow Drive, trying to keep his composure and not hurt them before the game while her two roommates were swearing like the words were about to be banned and it was their last chance to use them. 

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asks over Fran and Maddy, twisting around to look at Emeline in the last row of the car.

Emeline looks down at her lap, hating that this conversation had to happen whenever she met someone new. “My mom left right after I was born, so my dad and his mom raised me. My dad died when I was ten and then my grandmother died when we were freshmen.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Jeremy and John tell her in unison, Fran and Maddy still fuming.

“I don’t know any lawyers, can this be a lawsuit?”

“We can probably use some of my dad’s lawyers after I kill him. I cannot believe he would say that to you.”

“You would need someone who does criminal defense if it’s a murder case. Business law and criminal law aren’t the same thing,” John points out.

“Whatever, just drop it.”

“Emeline-”

“No. I asked you to drop it. I can handle it. Nick was yelling at him and one of the physics teachers always records the meetings so if I really need to, I can get the sound bite from him. Anderson is just a petulant asshole who hopefully will get what’s coming to him sometime soon. There’s nothing to do right now.” 

They drive in silence the rest of the way to the Garden, Emeline staring out the window. She could just text Keelan and ask him to pick her up. Except, he never would. He would bitch the entire time about having to make the drive into the city, especially when North Station was right there. Why should he pick her up when she could get home by herself?

John parks, everyone getting out. Fran and Maddy go ahead with John while Jeremy stays behind with Emeline, a small tea from Dunkin in his hand.

“Do you still want to stay for the game? I can pay for your T ride if you want to go, or I’ll get you an Uber if you want to be in something more private. I’d offer to drive you back but, not my car, would miss the game, would probably be benched for the next few games,” Jeremy rambles.

“I’m fine,” she tries to assure him, not sounding convincing to even herself. She tries to think of something else to say, finding herself just staring at Jeremy. He was dressed up in a suit and tie, something that hadn’t registered to her when they were outside her school. She loved when Keelan had an excuse to wear something nice, but this? She could feel herself short circuiting over this. 

“You have more tattoos that you didn’t show me?” Emeline looks at him confused, pushing aside whatever was going on in her mind as his face turns red. “I swear I wasn’t trying to look but you were talking and I was trying to make eye contact, and I saw some tattoos on your ribs.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Would you tell me about those?”

Emeline takes in another deep breath, something she found she was doing way more to calm herself down lately. Keelan still barely knew about those tattoos. He knew they were there, but he didn’t know the meaning behind them. He had never asked. “My grandmother and I would always say ‘I love you more,’ after the first person said I love you, so I have that on my right side in her writing. My dad would tell me that I deserve to be loved whenever I was upset about my mom when I was little. So I have that on my left side in his writing.”

“I like that. Are you better now?”

“What?”

“You said the other day that sometimes rambling helps calm a person down, right? It’s not whatever happened in the elevator,” Jeremy says, trailing off, kicking a stone back and forth that had found its way into the depths of the garage.

Emeline laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, it does, help.” 

“And you kind of do have a family, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, don’t tell me Fran and Maddy aren’t like your family. And you’ve got me, and John, too, if you want us.”

“Yeah.”

“And Keelan.”

Emeline sighs, knowing that the person furthest from her mind shouldn’t be her boyfriend. “Yeah, and Keelan,” she says with a small voice. Emeline looks at him and smiles. Without thinking, she pulls him in for a hug, squeezing him as tight as she could. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Oh, and here,” he says, handing her the cup of tea. “I thought since you would be out later that you’d need some caffeine.”

Emeline looks at the sticker on the cup, her exact order written out on it. “Thanks,” she tells him. She had told him what she got from Dunkin maybe one time, in passing. He remembered her order. 

The two of them walk in silence to catch up with the other three ahead of them. Emeline’s phone was buzzing again, this time with messages from Keelan asking what she was up to that night.

She could ignore him. She wanted to ignore him. He had her location, he could just look and see that she was at the Garden. But why would he go out of his way to check on her when he could just have her tell him? 

Jeremy and John say their goodbyes until after the game, Jeremy giving a smile to Emeline before disappearing. 

“I’m actually excited for this. We haven’t been to any hockey game together since, what, sophomore year?” Maddy asks, once getting through security and up to the arena, pulling the girls in the direction of the nearest bar, ordering beers for her and Fran and a Coke for Emeline, probably knowing that she needed all the caffeine she could get if she was going to stay up that night.

“I think it was freshman year, actually. BC beat BU in overtime,” Emeline says.

“I got asked out that night by one of the guys on the team, too,” Fran says.

“Who asked you out?” Emeline asks, her heart starting to race for a reason she couldn’t explain.

“Uh, his name might have been Joseph? Wasn’t he one of the goalies? Remember we went on that one date where I ended up leaving because he looked at the check and handed it to me and said, ‘can you cover this?’”

“No, not then. You said you got asked out that night, too. What do you mean, ‘too?’”

Maddy and Fran look at each other, nervous, passing the soda to Emeline. “Oh, Jeremy asked me out before we left.” 

Emeline tries to hide her shock as she nearly chokes on the drink, the carbonation burning her throat and making her eyes water. “Oh, that’s great,” she chokes out in the most unconvincing way, trying to clear her throat. “When? Um, what are you guys going to do?”

Fran shrugs, Maddy leading the two of them to their seats. “I think we’re going on Friday? It’s the last night before they leave for the midwest on a road trip, or something. I don’t know, I haven’t been on an actual date in so long, and he’s hot, so I figured, why not?”Emeline sits down, Fran and Maddy starting to try to figure out what the actual rules of the game were so they could at least pretend they knew what was going on. They already had a game plan to cheer when everyone else did and yell at the refs when everyone else did,what more did they need to do? Emeline was barely paying attention, only overhearing that there are less players on the ice than there are on the field in lacrosse. She couldn’t focus.

Jeremy and Fran were going to go on a date on Friday night. There’s no reason why this should be bothering Emeline as much as it was, taking her already shitty day and somehow making it worse. She was happily dating Keelan. Who Fran dated shouldn’t matter unless he was an asshole and hurt her in anyway. Who Jeremy dated definitely shouldn’t bother her, point blank, period.

They were both her friends. That’s it.

[wildemaven]

Sweet Creature: Chapter Five

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

WC: 5129

Warnings: 18+ blog; mentions of food, language, sexual innuendos, two dumb dumbs who lack communication skills, working on sobriety, failed relationships, loneliness, references to hookups and bad dates, I think that’s it but like always please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Reader gets her nickname!!!!! This was a fun one to write! I got stuck in parts of it, but over all I’m so happy with it. I don’t want to give too much away by setting anything up. Big thank you to my dear @gnpwdrnwhiskey for her constant support and beta reading through this whole thing! She’s a gem! Everyone who’s been reading, reblogging, commenting, liking, lurking— THANK YOU! 💕

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“So, I take it things are good then? You both seem to be pretty, chummy with each other lately.”

“Yeah, since our talk, things have been—good.” 

“Good?”

“Yeah, Good.”

The waitress stops by your table, refilling each of your water glasses, the clinking of the ice filling the silent break in your conversation. 

“Thank you.” Diem’s sickly sweet voice offers gratitude to the waitress before the young girl is carrying on about her work and then Diem redirects her gaze to you, her overly generous smile morphing into a questioning smirk, accompanied by a cocked eyebrow. 

“What’s that look for?”

“Good?”

“Uh yeah, that’s what I said.”

“So, now that you and Dieter are good, as you say, we’re just going to pretend what you said didn’t happen?”

“Would mind clueing me in on the conversation that’s happening right now, ‘cause I’m so fucking lost.” 

“That night at my house, what you had said about Dieter.”

“Ugh, Diem! We’ve already hashed this shit out. Plus, Dieter and I’ve been on good terms for a couple weeks now, let’s just not discuss what I said that evening.” 

“No, I’m not talking about that— the other thing you said that we have not discussed at all since you said it because the two of you were, and frankly might still be, idiots.”

“Oh my god, Diem! When I told you I was into edging, I didn’t mean like this— for fuck sakes woman, spit it out!” Grabbing for your glass of water, you take a sip to cool off your annoyance that is starting to simmer. 

“The part where you said my brother was attractive—“

Diem doesn’t even get a chance to finish the rest of what she is saying because you nearly choke on your drink, water spraying from your mouth back into your glass at the remembrance of what you had said. 

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Wiping the water droplets with your napkin. 

You had honestly forgotten about it. Forgotten about what you said, not about the thought— honestly, it still rang true. 

The more time you spend with him, even if only for brief periods of time as you both got to know each other, you undoubtedly found Dieter Bravo attractive— he was caring, sweet, funny, and his almost chaotic personality only added to your growing attraction for him. 

“So?”

“I don’t even know how to answer that.”

“So you do then— find my brother attractive.”

“Sure, whatever.” You hope your nonchalant response is enough to outwit the surge of questions she’s hurling at you. 

“You know, for someone who works with kids regularly, you’d think at some point you’d learn how to lie better than them.” 

“Fine! Yes, I think he’s attractive. There I said it, are you happy now?” 

The check is dropped between the both of you, your hands quickly grabbing for it to avoid the back and forth on whose turn it is to pay this time, you place your card in the designated slot and place the receipt book on the edge of the table.

“You know this means I have to set you two up, like it’s my duty as a best friend to you.”

“You do it, and your best friend title gets revoked! Do not say a word to him, I am begging you! This isn’t middle school, I don’t need you playing matchmaker. Plus, we’ve just barely started talking, so just leave us alone.”

“You’re no fun. I’m sure he’d be into you though, I can always ask—“

“You are insufferable.” You chuckled, signing your scrawled signature on the receipt. “Seriously though, please don’t. I’m good with just being his friend and getting along like we are— we don’t need to throw feelings into the mix.”

She nods in agreement, but the scheming look she is giving makes you think she’s plotting something. 

“Oh, I just remembered— I won't be able to bring Wren, something came up so Dieter is going to be bringing her to art class this week.” 

“What something?” 

“Something— when I figure out what it is, I’ll let you know.”

“I hate you!” Tossing your crumpled napkin at her, Diem’s laughter rising as you roll your eyes, grabbing for your to-box and purse. 

“I love you too!”

*

The chorus of a slow ballad hangs in the air of the empty gallery room, the euphonious melody sandwiched between poetic precision, eliciting a longing for a tangible moment you weren’t sure you would ever experience. 

Relationships never really seemed to work in your favor, not for a lack of trying on your part, you just seemed to always find the ones who never really wanted to advance into the seriousness that comes as relationships progress. 

You still kept your mind open to the possibility of finding someone who had the similar interests and desires as you, never really closing the door on relationships as a whole. Dating gave? you great conversations with potential partners, and hookups satisfied that carnal itch your vibrator couldn’t touch. 

You threw yourself into your work at school and your art to keep your mind off the fact that it had been over a year since you were last in a relationship, or had sex for that matter. 

Settling into a new town, it was intimidating to put yourself out there, every one of your dates had been disastrous setups that ended before the dinner checks ever came. 

For now, you were relying on fate to decide whether you were destined for a lifetime of solitude or not. 

You sailed through setting up for an evening of painting. Brushes laid out next to a plastic tray filled with tiny squares, dried chalky pigments begging for thirst and attention. Dense papers, laying neatly on top of two family style tables, waiting for imaginations to spill over onto its textured surface. 

Every class was a mixture of locals who were looking to further their own skills, tourists trying to immerse themselves into the happenings of the town, and a few who were convinced to be there against their will not realizing they would be leaving with a new hobby. 

The attendees slowly started to meander in. A few browsing the art on display as they enter the front of the gallery, a tell-tale sign they are the tourists of the group this evening, while the others don’t hesitate to find a seat pulling out their own personal art supplies and setting up their space. 

“We’re here! We’re here!” Wren zooming in like a tornado , little voice echoing off the cement floor of the building as she announces her arrival. 

“Hi!” Dieter trails in behind her, a shy wave and gleaming smile directed at you. 

The nervousness you had felt when Diem said he would be taking her spot tonight, now replaced with something more substantial, an awakened warmth penetrating through every wall you had built up over the years. 

Your breath catches as he makes his way closer to where you’re standing, his smile shifting into a toothy grin, suddenly making your knees increasingly weak with every step he takes— what is he doing to you?

“Hey!” You manage to croak out. 

“So wild to see it like this.” He looks around the open room, as if to recall all the memories that had been etched onto every wall over the years. “It was a general store growing up. My buds and I would scrounge up enough change in the summer for ice cream cones and a coke. Then we sat out front on the curb, planning what kinda trouble we wanted to get into.”

You can see it too. 12 year old Dieter, all gangly limbs with his wavy dark locks a tousled mess. A buoyant young soul, not knowing what it’s like to be broken and blue. You know though that 12 year old Dieter would be proud to see how hard he’s worked to be where he’s at right now. 

You’re looking forward to seeing this side of him tonight, Dieter the artist, to observe the way he’s able to construct a visual representation of what ambles about in his mind. 

“Looks like you got a good turn out tonight, this should be fun.” He says as he looks around at the now filled seats. 

“Y-Yeah. Don’t be fooled though— Betty and Marilyn,” Casually pointing to the two older ladies, all set up and straight faced waiting for your instruction. “They take these classes way more seriously than blackout bingo. No one’s allowed to talk or ask questions, otherwise you’re on the receiving end of their threatening glares.”

“Huh— Well, tonight’s gonna be interesting then.”

“Uncle Dude! I saved you a seat by me!” Wren shouts at Dieter, her hand frantically smacking the table, indicating the vacant seat next to her. 

“I guess that’s my cue. I’d say good luck, but I don’t think you need it.” He seals it with a wink as he gives your arm a squeeze, the gesture has become a sort of regular thing for him. 

“Fuck!” It’s barely a whisper as you turn your back to everyone, mentally putting yourself in check.

This budding friendship between you and Dieter was refreshing, and the last thing you would have expected. The both of you had become so intertwined, mostly through the connection of Diem and Wren, but you both were beginning to thrive while in each other’s orbit. 

You just needed to get a grip on these spontaneous feelings, before it was too late. 

“Welcome friends! I see we have some familiar faces, as well as new ones tonight. For those who are new, tonight is a basics in watercolor. I’ll show you some techniques for the first half of the class, then in the second half you’ll be able to paint freely using the techniques. If there are any questions at any point in time, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Your eyes quickly scan over everyone’s faces, taking in the varying degrees of excitement, but lingering a bit when they land on Dieter. His head cocked to the side, attention undivided, taking in every word that fell from your lips. 

“We’re going to prep our paper first.” You grab a larger brush, dipping it into a cup of water. A few swift swirls around before lifting and allowing the excess water to flow back into the cup, then placing the brush directly onto the stark white paper. “This is a soaking method, not required, but it helps prevent buckling of the paper— some will soak longer, but this will do for tonight.”

As instructed, everyone sets out to prep their papers, drips of water litter the table’s surface as brushes move about. 

“Umm, ma’am? I have a question.” Dieter’s hand raised, stone face as he awaits to be called on. Betty and Marilyn’s brushes halt for a moment, side eyeing Dieter, before continuing the sweeping motions. 

“Uh, yes. I’ll try to have an answer for you.” You can’t fully read his expression, but you sense a playfulness in his voice. 

He takes a quick glance over to the two old women, then back to you. His movements calculated, forearms rest on the table as he leans forward, his question primed and ready. 

“In your opinion, do you find allowing more time to prepare and properly produce a precise wetness, helps with the stamina of the— paper?” Drawing his lower lip between his teeth, his focus never wavering from where you stand. 

The question so flagrantly sexual in its delivery, you assume a fluke with the way he asks it so flippantly. But you don’t miss the way his words unlock a needy appetite for more. Your body’s tragic lack of foreplay halted, now buzzing with enthusiasm at such an erotic statement. You do your best to control your heady thoughts and not allow his words to affect you in the slightest. 

“Well, I guess that would be dependent on if it’s worth being quick and simple, or whether the job requires to be drawn out and deliberate to get the desired results.” 

Dieter is surprised at how quickly you counter your response— touché. He has to avert his eyes, looking down instead at his hands as they fidget with the dry paint brush, fighting back the urge to laugh. 

“Now, we want to load up our wet brushes with pigment and you can play around with brush strokes. Smaller strokes, known as stippling, the paint will stay in place and pool up. Longer strokes will drag your paint around the surface of the paper, leaving a wash of color from dark to light. The results will also vary depending on the pressure you use, so feel free to mess around with them.”

You give a few examples of the different ways pressure can affect the flow of paint and the proper ways to angle the brush against the paper, everyone eagerly waits to apply the same techniques to their own work. 

Swirling your brush in the water to clean off the remaining color, the pigment suspended within the clear liquid. Blotting the brush on a towel, you take a few seconds to breathe, your face still warm after Dieter’s earlier comment. 

“Ma’am! I have another question, probably a silly one.” 

You bring your hand to your mouth to stifle the choking laugh that tries to escape your throat. You hold the brush in both hands, rolling between your fingers as you turn around to see Dieter’s hand raised yet again. 

“I’m sure you know this, but there’s no silly questions. Please, let’s hear it.” 

Your encouragement provokes annoyed huffs from Betty and Marilyn. 

“Yeah— so these, uh, strokes. Are we talking like long, steady strokes or— hurried and—“

*Snap*

The brush you were holding, now in two pieces. 

“Okay! I think that’s plenty of time spent on the basics. Go ahead and get started working on your own thing, I’ll be available if needed.” 

Tossing the now broken brush in the nearest trash bin and wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you make your way back to the tables. 

You make a point to stop and admire what each person is working on, commenting on their progress and giving assistance when needed. 

There’s a weird wave of emotions that overcome you, thinking about how this will all come to end with the closing of the gallery. Sure, there were other galleries in town, but none of them offered classes or had the space to do so. But, you were grateful to have been able to share this space with others who were just as excited about art as you were. 

Another reminder that you also don’t have a single thing ready for the final gallery exhibition, your own showing— mentally noting to start brainstorming ideas. 

Dieter and Wren were still working away as you made it to their end of the table, the best for last in your opinion. 

“What are you painting Wren?” Trying to decipher the colorful blobs sporadically placed, her little hands diligently picking up more paint than needed. 

“It’s flowers, see.” She picks up the sopping wet paper to showcase her work, the upright angle causes the paint to run downward resulting in endless drippy hues puddling onto the table. “They’re poppies!” 

“Oh! I see it now. Poppies are my favorite flowers too.” 

“I know.” Wren, clearly more observant than any other 6 year old you know. 

“Well, it’s beautiful. Your mom is going to love it!” 

Shifting your attention over to Dieter, your breath hitches at what he’s been able to execute in a short amount of time, but your heart nearly stops when you really focus on what he had painted. 

“Dieter—“

His brush stills, hovering over the inky black and white portrait. 

“You like it?” 

“Dieter, is that— me?”

“Umm, yeah. Sorry, I was just watching you up there and you were talking about everything— I could see this light in you, I don’t know, just felt really inspired by it.”

You’re speechless at his admission. 

“I— I don’t even know what to say. It’s incredible.”

“Thanks. I’ve never tried watercolor before, only ever used oil and acrylic paints. This was fun though.”

He feels slightly embarrassed, hoping he didn’t make things uncomfortable between the two of you. 

“Well, I think it’s beautiful. And would have never guessed this was your first time using this medium.”

You place a hand on his shoulder, a soft squeeze letting him know you’re touched by what he did. 

Once the classes have commenced, supplies cleaned and put away for the next time, you wait by the door to thank everyone and bid them goodbye. 

Dieter and Wren hung back a bit until everyone had left before making their way over to where you’re standing at the front of the building. 

“You two outta here?”

“Yeah, this one’s getting hungry, best get some food in her before she gets angry. Sorry about Betty and Marilyn earlier, they seemed to leave in a hurry too.”

“Don’t worry about them, they’ll be back next week.” You wave off his apology. “Thanks for coming tonight, I know it’s not anything special—“

“No, it was great. You could see how much everyone enjoyed it. Makes me miss when I used to paint regularly.”

“I have some extra things at home. I could throw together a little kit for you if you’d like.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course! What’s your number? I’m just realizing I don’t have it.”

He recites his number for you, you promptly enter it into your contacts and save. 

“Uncle Dude?”

“What? What else am I supposed to call you? Friend?”

“Uh, Dieter…”

“Eh! Kind of boring.”

“Yeah, that’s boring Uncle Dude!” Clearly her ears work better than any other 6 year old too. 

“Okay, give me your number then, it’s only fair.”

Keeping the screen hidden as he types it into his contact list. 

“So, am I worthy enough of a fun name or not??” You playfully push at his shoulder.

Turning the phone around so you can see the screen, you see your number placed in the appropriate location and where your name would be, a nickname instead. 

“Poppy?” 

“Yeah, like your favorite flower.” 

*

Diem’s sitting at the counter, enjoying warmed leftovers, when Dieter and Wren walk through the front door.  

“We’re home! Birdie’s starving, insists she could eat the? a? whole restaurant.” 

Wren runs into the kitchen and climbs onto the counter height chair, dramatically lowering her upper body onto the counter. 

“Mama! I’m so hungry!”

“Here baby, eat this.” Diem slides her plate of pasta to her, her hand smoothing over her messy head of caramel colored hair. “Did you have fun at least?”

Dieter grabs a plate for himself, listening to Diem and Wren chat about the class, noticing Wren already peeking up after a few bites of food. 

“Lots of fun! We painted this time. I’m going to be the flower girl at Uncle Dude and Poppy’s wedding!” 

“Uncle Dude and Poppy’s wedding? Who’s Poppy?!”

“You know Poppy, Mama. She’s your best friend!”

Confused by what Wren is saying, Diem blinks in confusion in Dieter’s direction, he shrugs not having a single clue as to what Wren is talking about. 

“And why do you think Poppy and your Uncle are getting married?”

“Because! They did that thing that people do in the movies!”

Dieter eyes widen as he nearly chokes on the noodle he’s eating, his fist covering his mouth as he coughs loudly to hopefully change the subject away from you and him. 

“And what— t-thing would that be?” 

“They talk and look at each other a lot. You know, the way they do in the movies when they’re in love— duh!” 

“Hmm, well— that’s not how that works baby. Your Uncle and Poppy are just friends.” Trying to not break Wren's heart over the fact that she won’t be anyone’s flower girl at the moment. 

“But after you're boyfriend and girlfriend, you get married.”

“Technically true. But Wren, baby, Uncle Dude and Poppy aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend either— they’re just friends, that’s it.”

Wren tilts her head ever so slightly, her brows furrowed in contemplation. 

“But they have each other's phone numbers, like boyfriend and girlfriend’s do.” 

This is not what Dieter had expected when they arrived home, he had plans to relax and catch up on a show he had started recently. Instead, he’s listening to his niece conjure up wild stories about a nonexistent impending marriage and being romantically linked to you— yet the more he listens, he realizes you’re someone he could see himself with.

At first he only thought of it as a normal attraction towards you. From that first day at school, he was drawn to your beautiful smile, how you instantly lit up when your students waved their ‘good mornings’ as they entered your class. 

And if Dieter is truly being honest with himself, that night in the kitchen didn’t stall how thoroughly mesmerized he was by you. The more he thought about it, he realized you were the only one, aside from his sister, who called him out on his bullshit, something no one had done for a long time. 

After talking with his Sponsor and really taking the time to sit in his feelings and reflect on the situation. And the only conclusion he could come to, and the only one that made sense, was he needed to figure out how to make it up to you. 

He was thankful that you were receptive to the idea of still being around him, the amicable morning ‘Hello’s’ at school, fleeting glances from across the room during movie nights, tiny moments cementing these feelings for you. 

When you shared your past and reasoning for being so put off by him, he knew that was a turning point in the mending process between the both of you. Coming from two very different backgrounds, yet your upbringing’s weren’t all that different from each other. 

Tonight, watching you so absorbed in your element of teaching something you love, Dieter knew he needed you in his life anyway he could have you. 

“Okay, but friends give each other numbers too. Doesn’t mean they’re in a relationship, just friends.”

“Then why did Uncle Dude paint a picture of her in class tonight?”

“Okay, I think it’s bedtime for you little miss. Go brush your teeth and I’ll be in for story time in a minute.” Wren’s shoulders dropped at that, but Diem took Dieter’s silence for mortification and decided it was best to put an end to it. 

“Night Uncle Dude!” Wren shouted as she ran off to prepare for bedtime without any hesitation or arguments. 

“Night Birdie!”

A lull hung over the room. Dieter now leaning back against the counter edge, head down and arms folded over his chest, nervously chewing at his bottom lip. Diem still seated in her chair, glancing up at the ceiling, letting all of what Wren had shared settle for a moment. 

“How long?”

“How long, what?” His gaze shifting up to Diem, a line appearing between his brows as he waits for an explanation. 

“How long have you had feelings for her?”

“I don’t know what—“

“Dieter! I’m not dumb, and definitely not blind. It didn’t take a 6 year old stating the obvious to see how much you like her.”

A grin forms as he shakes his head and laughs, of course his sister would pick up on something like this. 

“I-I don’t know. I guess awhile at this point. Don’t know exactly when to pinpoint the time.”

“You should tell her.”

“Well, that’s not happening. Why? So, I can look like some fuckin’ idiot who’s been secretly falling for his sister’s best friend— yeah, I’ll pass.”

“Wait— Dieter, are you in love with her?”

“I, umm. Fuck! I don’t know— I think I—“

*BUZZ*

An incoming text message saves him from revealing exactly how he feels about you. 

Dieter pulls his phone from his pocket to see your name along with a message, up on the screen. The way his stomach flips, smiling from ear to ear, completely affected by a simple text message from you. 

Poppy 💐 - I hope this isn’t too late. I found those paints I mentioned earlier. Bringing them over, I’ll leave them on the porch. 

Uncle Dude - Not too late, just finishing dinner. Text me when you get here. 

“That’s her, isn’t it?” Diem’s smile mirroring his. 

“Mind your business.”

*BUZZ*

Poppy 💐 - Here!

“Gotta go, not a word out of you about any of this! Got it?”

“Okay, okay!” Diem’s hands thrown up in comical fashion heading for Wren’s room, then tossing one last punch before rounding the corner. “I’ll start looking for my Maid of Honor dress tonight!” 

Pushing off the counter in pursuit of the front porch, his eyes rolling at Diem’s lighthearted comment, Dieter finds you waiting for him— armed with a box full of tiny tubes of paint in every shade imaginable, paint brushes in an array of sizes and shapes, all curated by you for him. 

“Hey! Sorry again— I was just, excited to get this all together for you.” You say as you lift the box towards him. 

“It’s fine, Diem was just getting Wren into bed when you text. You didn’t have to do this, you know.” Grabbing the box from your extended arms, scanning over the contents, noting that you took the time to intentionally choose every item. 

“I wanted to. If there’s something you need that’s not in there, just let me know and I can check my supplies.”

“No, this is perfect. Thank you.”

He takes a good look at you as you stand before him, deciding there isn’t any lighting that doesn’t look good on you, the moonlight being his favorite so far— even in the twilight, you’re the most stunning thing ever. 

“I have an extra easel too. I just have to pull it out of the attic, but you’re welcome to use it.” Your fingers pick at the cuffs of your sweater, feeling flustered and warm as you try to remain calm, but the way Dieter is looking at you makes it hard. 

“I can come by whenever to grab it.”

*BUZZ*

Another notification comes through Dieter’s phone, placing the box down on the ground, he fishes his phone back out of his pocket. 

It’s an email, one he’s shocked to be receiving, his reaction baffled as he reads through it. 

“Is everything okay?” You can’t get a good read on his hushed state. 

“Umm, yeah— Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s from my agent. He said a director sent him a script, asking for me specifically for an upcoming project. Said he’s going to be sending over the scene lines for me to read over.”

“Oh my gosh! Dieter, that’s amazing!!” 

Your body launches at his, arms thrown around his neck, pulling his solid body against you. 

Instinctively, his own body begins to relax into yours, his hands slowly moving around and up your spine, taking a mental note of how perfect you feel against him. 

“Y-yeah, I guess it is.” He murmurs, but his response sounds less than thrilled. 

“Are you okay?” You pull back, still wrapped in each other's arms, so close, studying his features in a way you hadn’t done before. 

He thinks he is. Dieter had planned to be here, in his hometown, for a few months. Take the time to enjoy his time here with his family and lean fully into his sobriety. He thought it would be months, maybe a year, before he would hear from his agent about any potential parts, let alone be a top pick for a role and be sent a script. 

This was all supposed to be temporary, short lived and then move on with his life. 

That was until he met you. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

*

It’s the drag of his upper lip down the column of your neck, your head angled back to allow the slow pleasing movement. Brief pauses allow his tongue to delicately dance about, taste the warmth of your dewy skin. 

“Dieter—“ His name soft as  it falls from your lips. 

His large hand settles at the base of your neck, pulling you head back upright, thumb dragging across the apple of your cheek. 

Your body is buzzing, an ardent energy building through Dieter’s stimulating and capable advances. 

Dieter’s pillowy lips crash into yours, his tongue sweeping your bottom lip, begging for more of you— you oblige, licking into his mouth with earnestness. 

A tingle runs down your spine, gradually turning into a throbbing sensation that settles at your core. Needy and breathless, grabbing off anything you can reach for. 

Your hands clutching loose cottony fabric, your grip never faltering as you try to ground yourself in this mind-blowing moment. 

“Dieter, please!” A throaty whine carries through the air, a plea for anything to help careen you towards a blissful peak. 

“Dieter—“

Silence. 

Nothingness. 

No movement. 

Fleshy desires abandoned. 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

The jolting sound of your alarm blares from your nightstand, you shoot up in a panic. 

Your room, your bed, alone. 

Your body depleted, pulse racing and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, you fall back into the wall of pillows. 

The third night in a row this dream, nightmare, has plagued you. 

One minute he’s there, with you, surrounding you in an all-encompassing manner. 

Then he’s gone. 

Darkness. 

Alone. 

That night he got the email about the potential job, you were so happy for him, truly. Instinctively, you wanted to praise him, tell him how proud you were of him. There was a moment, a stillness, between the two of you. A spark, a flicker of something— gone when Diem’s voice called out for his help.

The truth was, Dieter is going to get this job, and then he’ll be gone. Back to his movie star world.  Enveloped in the same world that created the demons that he’s fought so hard to keep at bay. 

And you’ll be here. Alone. Like always. 

Throwing the covers off your sticky body, you pluck yourself from the comfort of your bed. Mindlessly, you find your way over to the chair in the corner of your room, your hands grabbing for the brown fuzzy coat that’s been draped over it for the past few weeks. 

You pull it on, nuzzling your face into the fluffy fabric, his musky scent still vibrant and sharp as it hits your nose. 

The floor is cool against your bare feet as you pad your way down to your sunroom that doubles as your art studio. 

Finally having inspiration for your exhibition.

Next

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Pairing: Kingpin Matt Murderdock x female reader

Tags/warnings: Earth-65 MM, Established relationship work fun, Matt is bad but hes cute with it, consensual non-consent, cunnilingus, possibly unprotected penetrative sex, a mention of future kids, possibly a future sexy revenge sequel?

|| Working Lunch ||

You realised that work today was going to be very different when the receptionist, bearing a very flushed face, came up to your desk to tell you that there was a very handsome man asking for you at reception. You knew it could only be one person, someone who would flirt shamelessly with anyone he pleased to, even though he was always entirely faithful to just one...

"Matt..?" You're more than slightly surprised at his presence in your workplace. Sometimes you let him send a car for you at his insistence when the weather was awful, but he would never normally come in to the building.

"...what are y-"

The Kingpin sweeps past the receptionist, his face suddenly stony as he approaches you and quickly guides you into the currently empty office of your boss.

"I'm so sorry my dear, it's something very urgent, I didn't call I simply had to see you in person as it really couldn't wait." Matt proclaims loudly as he swings the door closed behind you, hardly giving you a moment to think as he puts the fancy bag he's carrying down on the desk before lifting you up to sit next to it.

"Is that- did you bring lunch?!" You ask, eyeing the bag which bears the name of an extremely upmarket patisserie from downtown.

"What's going on?" You search his face for answers as he cups yours in his warm hands. "Matt, what are you doing here, what's so urgent?! Are you alright?"

Matt's brows knit together as his thumbs gently brush over your cheeks.

"No I'm not my love, I'm in agony-"

You frown, hurriedly looking Matt over, your eyes and hands searching for any signs of injury that you know he can hide so well.

"Matt please, tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm burning up, babycakes," he replies, leaning into your touch as you lay your palm over his forehead to check his temperature, his auburn locks curling over your fingers.

"You don't feel much warmer than usual..."

Matt takes your wrist, dramatically smashing it against his chest.

"No, here!" he wails, sliding your palm slowly down his body towards his stomach, and lower still...

"...and here, most of all. God, please, tell me you can feel it, sweetheart, feel just how much I've been suffering." He purrs low against your ear as he cups your hand over the firm bulge at his crotch giving it a squeeze.

"Matt!"

"And it's not lunch in the bag, it's dessert. You are lunch sweetpea... and I'm dying of hunger. I need you. Now."

Your eyes widen at his wicked grin as his nimble fingers are already fast unbuttoning your shirt, your brain frantically struggling to catch up with what the hell is going on.

"Matt! What are you doing?! No! And definitely not here! This is my boss's office!" You try to bat his hands away but once he's got his mind set on something, especially if it's you, most times there's no stopping him.

"You can't just show up here whenever you want to f-"

Matt's hand slips through your half open shirt, his thumb running circles over your hardening nipple as he cups your breast, the other skimming up your thigh and squeezing. "Hm, can't I? And why not?"

"Because- well, just... because!!" You fluster ineffectually, fully aware that your boyfriend's sneaky hands were quickly and expertly caressing you into a state of increasing horniness, regardless of your current semi-public location.

Matt chuckles, leaning in and lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he kisses the side of your neck, encouraging you to briefly stand up so he can ruck your skirt up to your hips, curl his fingers around the silky material of your panties and draw them down your legs, and now its too late, there's nothing you can do to stop him. Some would say its the Devil in him, but you knew it was just Matt - sassy, selfish, and insatiable to the point of near insanity. And you loved him for it.

"Oh. Because... it's naughty?" He teases, and you jerk your head in a nod, your breath hitching as his fingertips dance their way up your inner thigh.

"Matthew, please-"

He laughs again, this time more deeply, drawing light circles over your trembling skin. "Oh, 'Matthew' is it? Come on sweetheart, you only use my full name when I'm in trouble. You know I'm such a very bad boy. Say it."

He makes your heart pound like a jackhammer, every part of you warming up at his touch, his words. "I need you, my sweet, sweet dove" he repeats, your mouth dropping open as his fingers trail up, up, up, slipping so easily between the already slick wet folds of your cunt.

"Oh fuck-"

"Say it for me baby," Matt asks you again, sensing your eyes flutter shut while he gathers your arousal, gliding slippery fingertips over the swelling bud of your clit.

You shudder and bite back a moan causing Matt to shake his head disappointedly. Your hands grip the edge of the desk behind you, the whites of your knuckles flashing bright against the rest of your skin as he draws lazy circles. You almost squeal when he starts to tease your entrance with just the tip of his finger.

"Pretty please?" He mock whines against your ear, the soft brush of his lips driving you even more crazy than anything else he's doing.

"Y-youre a b-bad boy, Matty, " you falter and fumble for the right words and he hums approvingly, pushing in another inch and you're unable to fully stifle your moan this time.

"Yesss, there's my good girl."

"Ohh! We s-shouldnt be d-doing this!" You stammer, although your body is intent on betraying you, legs spreading wider inviting him further in.

"Because its just the worst, isn't it baby?" His tongue swipes over his annoyingly kissable lips as you watch his hand moving underneath your work clothes, trying your best to keep quiet as he takes you apart piece by pleasurable piece. Your first orgasm has you clenching around three of his hard pistoning fingers, whimpering as he barely lets you take a breath before he's sinking down to the floor and attacking you with his silver tongue.

It's overwhelming, and so dangerous, you could get fired but... it wouldn't matter.

You could say the word, ask him to stop at any point and he'd obey, no question. But when the Kingpin, the Western Sun of the Hand, your Matt, is kneeling between your legs in that immaculate scarlet suit he's wearing, worshipping you like this? There's no way.

Matt moans deeply as he fully commits to devouring your pussy, the vibrations sending tingling little shocks up your spine.

"S-shit, Matty please!" You gasp as quietly as you can given the situation, your fingers raking through his hair as his wild tongue works you quickly to yet another soaring peak. He only pulls away for a second to mumble something about talking with his mouth full before his lips are locked around your throbbing clit and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as you come hard with a silent scream, squeezing his head between your thighs and bucking your hips erratically against his sinfully good mouth.

Once you stop shaking, he leans back to let you recover, wiping the back of his hand across his shining lips with a satisfied smile. "Mm, now that was the most delicious appetiser, but it's time for the main course..."

In your post-orgasmic lustfilled haze you couldn't agree more, your body yearning for the unparallelled sensation of him inside of you.

"So good for me kitten," Matt growls as you unbutton and unzip his pants, taking his impressively hard cock in your hand and stroking him a few times before you're rubbing the tip against your needy clit. You embrace him as he pushes in slow, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs on either side of his hips before he draws back, your warm slick walls desperately clenching to pull him back in again.

"Fuck, you're perfect." Matt coos through gritted teeth, his cock twitching as you grab and handfull of his ass to urge him deeper.

"W-we have to be quick!" You warn as he starts fucking you over the desk, the various knickknacks on it shaking with every thrust.

"Sweetness, you don't have to worry about that..." he assures you, his voice thin and slightly strained.

"Matt, my boss might come any minute now!" You urge, his thrusts getting faster and shallower.

"That's okay sweetie, so will I! Think fast baby, where-?"

He acts as if you have any other choice than to feel his come sliding down your thighs for the rest of the afternoon. You squeeze your legs tightly around his waist. "Oh god- inside!"

"Yess" He hisses at your request, fucking you so good your third orgasm is fast approaching.

As you draw close you muse, letting your head loll back. "One of these days, Matthew Murdock, you're gonna get me pregnant..."

He grips hold of your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin, curling into your body chanting your name over and cursing against your glowing skin as he fills you along with a moan so loud that if your coworkers hadn't already worked out what you were doing, there would be no doubt now.

"God... damn... fuuuuuuuckkkk!"

You finish along with him, unable to stop the smile from cracking your face and a laugh escaping as Matt clings to you, red tinted spectacles skewed and panting hard after a such an intense climax.

"You know how hot it is when you say things like that, sweetheart?" He asks, once he gathers his breath and senses again.

Of course you knew. You knew just how much he'd love to build a little empire of Murdocks, and perhaps sometime in the future you just might.

"Mm I could take a guess?"

He gingerly pulls out, grabbing a handful of tissues from the handy box on your boss's desk to hastily clean you both up and help you rearrange your clothes, but not before trying to kiss every available bare inch of skin as he does so.

"Well, I feel much better, don't you, kitten? A worthy use of a lunch break I'd say."

"Matty, you're incorrigible... you weren't 'in pain' you're just a pain in my ass."

He flashes that smile he does when he knows you'll forgive him.

"You love my ass. Did you mean what you said before?"

You reach forward to straighten his tie, running it through your fingers as he places a hand just below your navel to ensure you get what he's referring to.

"Well, that all depends on if you can be good... I'd prefer if any kid of ours grows up without too many bad influences..."

Matt expression rapidly morphs into one of faux shock. "But I'm a great influence!" He licks the remaining taste of you from his lips with a smirk. "Tell me I'm wrong."

You snort and push away from the desk.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Check out the bag, buttercup."

You pick up the paper bag to look inside, taking out one of the small boxes and peeking inside. The delicious smell of fresh sweet pastry filling your nose.

"Are they still your favourite?" Matt asks tentatively, cocking a sharp brow.

"They are!" You smile, taking one out and holding it in front of his mouth for him to take a bite before you do. The fact that he took the time to bring you your favourite treats fills you with a different kind of warmth, but you also can't let him get away with what he's done.

"So, you think you can buy your way out of this mess you've made with cake, Mr Murdock?"

Matt snaps his teeth together cheekily to take another bite, licking the cream from his lips along with the lingering taste of you.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd want to punish me when you get home."

"Oh now, that is a very tempting proposition..." Matt's eyes flutter closed as you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

To turn the tables on the Kingpin, and have him whimpering and pleading for mercy in your bedroom, that was a gift you were definitely looking forward to indeed.

[atrueneutral]

Just read the prompt fill of Raphael's little mouse chipping away at his composure all day and- whew! How did you manage to make that both hot and funny?! I could practically see Raphael's face going from shock at Tav's audacity to it slowly becoming more scrunched up (as it does) the more frustrated he becomes—in more ways than one—and the closer his composure gets to snapping. And that ending though...

I wonder if the little mouse's punishment would involve being taken in that alley and having to try to remain quiet. *gets jumped by the horny police and dragged back to horny jail*

Tav was absolutely lapping up his facial expressions!

Here’s a brief little follow up in the alley…

[PART I]

—-

Her leather armor was in the way, preventing him from accessing her breasts. Fortunately, Raphael could still grab a clothed handful of the ass that had earlier been put on display.

It was unseemly, someone of his kind and stature to kiss her in an alley like he was some desperate, hormonal mortal, but she had frayed his seams with her flirtations and he would physically fray hers.

Mint overwhelmed the residual flavor of banana as he tasted her tongue and licked and tugged at her lips - solidifying his presumption that his mouse planned this conclusion and prepared for it by sucking on a sweet.

His mouse, too, was exuding ‘desperate, hormonal mortal’; she clumsily pulled down her breeches and smallclothes, and he followed suit, his cock stiff and yearning to find warmth in her cunt. 

Impatience caused his mouse to break their kiss. She turned around and braced her hands flat against the wall, offering him her fleshy backside and the slit between her legs.

“We’d better hurry if you don’t want to be late for that ‘last’ appointment,” his mouse said with a devilish smirk.

He lined his hips with hers, the tip of him at her slick entrance.

Her eagerness to be filled had her pushing into him, and she moaned when Raphael eased his cock into her wonderfully tight cunt.

It was hyperbolic, but finally being able to take her was the closest a fiend such as him would ever get to experiencing heaven.

“You are my appointment, my dear,” he growled as he sheathed himself inside of her. His movements were slow to start, but his patience snapped when need demanded more, and Raphael was soon steadily pounding into her while she touched herself with a hand shoved between her thighs.

“Oh, gods!” keened his mouse.

“Quiet!” he ordered gruffly. “Or the ‘assassins’ might hear us. How are you to defend me when you’re against a wall being taken from behind by a devil?”

“Fuck!” she whimpered. “There, ah, are no assassins - please don’t stop, Raphael, just like that…”

“The truth comes out…”

She assisted his hands in driving her hips back, and, when she eventually came, with a muffled cry and trembling body, he felt satisfaction in knowing it was her walls clenching around him. He reduced his pace, to allow her time to savor the wave of pleasure and to also postpone his own release.

“Your armor is in the way of the rest of you,” Raphael said into her ear, pulling her flush to him before his hands traveled upwards across her leather covered abdomen.

“I guess you’ll have to take me somewhere to take it off, won’t you?” she replied.

Raphael hummed.

“There’s time for that later - for now, I think this block should hear you sing for me…”

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 7

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"Girls, can you please hurry up? It's the last day of the year and we are gonna be late!" Mason's dad said.

"It's always the same with them" Adele's dad sighed.

"Dinner has already started, we are gonna miss all the good stuff!"

"We are here, stop complaining" Toni said, walking into the room.

"Holy shit" her husband whispered when he saw her. "Forget about everything I just said. The wait was worth it."

"Thank you" she smiled.

"What about me? Don't I look good?" Elizabeth said, doing a twirl in front of her husband.

"The most gorgeous woman ever" he replied.

"And Adele? Where is she?" Mason asked. 

"Here" she said, joining the others. "I had to go back to change my shoes. I told them I can't walk in heels, but they don't listen."

"You can, you just don't want to" her mum said.

"Whatever."

"Mason... Mase, hey" Luca said, elbowing him in the ribs. "Are you checking out my sister?"

"What?" he replied, his eyes still on her while she argued with her mum.

"Bro, you definitely are checking out Adele."

"No, I'm not."

"You are blushing" Alex pointed out.

"I'm not blushing or checking out Adele, shut up. Both of you" he said, walking away from them and joining his parents. But he was doing both things, and especially checking out Adele. She looked stunning that night, it was impossible not to look at her. 

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"Three, two, one... Happy new year!" everyone in the room screamed.

"Happy new year, guys!" Adele said, raising her flute.

"Happy new year!" Luca, Mason and Alex replied before drinking.

"I think I'm gonna need a refill. This champagne is so good."

"Careful there, Addie. Remember what happened the last time you drank too much champagne?" Mason teased her.

"You ended up singing “wannabe” by the Spice Girls in front of everyone" Alex laughed.

"Oh dear, I had forgotten about that" she chuckled.

"Ok, enough talking about my sister. It's time for our new year kisses" Luca said.

"Our what?" she laughed.

"Luca and I always share a kiss to start the new year. It brings good luck" Alex explained. 

"You do what?" Mason said, almost choking with his drink.

"This" he said, cupping Luca's face and kissing him.

"Oh my god" Adele gasped.

"Now it's your turn."

"Hell no" she said.

"We could do with some good luck, tho" Mason said.

"And it will be just a peck" Alex shrugged.

"I said no."

"C'mon, Addie. It's just a peck! Scared you may like it and not be able to stop?" Luca teased her.

"Ha ha ha" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"One kiss, Adele."

"Nope."

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" Luca started chanting.

"Shh! Someone could hear you!" Adele said, hitting her brother.

"Ouch, that hurt! But Addie, they are too busy drinking, dancing and also kissing. No one will be looking at you."

"He's not gonna stop until we do it" Mason said.

"He won't, no" Adele sighed.

"Then?"

"Ok, fine. But just a peck."

"Just a peck" Mason smiled. "Ready?"

"I guess" she said. But she wasn't ready. At all.

Suddenly, Mason was too close to her, his hands cupping her face. And then... Then he was kissing her, and it definitely wasn't a peck. It was a proper kiss, one that made her feel goosebumps all over her body. 

"See? It wasn't that difficult" Mason said against her lips. 

"Yeah" she whispered. 

"You can let go now, guys" Luca laughed. "Though if you want to keep kissing for the rest of the night, you know we won't oppose to it."

"Shut up" Adele said, taking a step back and finally snapping out of whatever had just happened between her and Mason. 

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"Happy new year, Addie."

"Happy new year, Mase" she yawned when they met in the hallway.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Ugh, like a baby. I'm gonna miss that bed when we go back home."

"You can always ask where it is from."

"I actually could, yes" she laughed. "Happy new year, everyone."

"Happy new year" hers and Mason's parents said when they joined them for breakfast.

"Why are you looking at us as if we have grown another head?" Mason chuckled.

"Guys, did you... Did you sleep together?" Elizabeth asked.

"What?" they both said at the same time.

"Well, you just walked in together laughing and smiling. And after what happened last night..." Toni said.

"Last night? What do you mean, mum?" Mason asked.

"I think they are talking about this" Alex said behind him, showing him his phone.

"Mason Mount and Adele Turlington caught sharing a new year kiss." 

"You gotta be kidding me" Adele said. "How did they manage to get that photo?"

"Looks like someone recognised you and followed you around. There are more pics from last night."

"Guys... You know you can tell us anything, right?" Elizabeth said. "You can trust us."

"There is nothing to tell, mum. We weren't kissing."

"Weren't you?" her dad chuckled.

"I mean, yes but no. It was just a joke, one of Luca's stupid ideas."

"We always share a kiss to welcome the new year because they say it brings good luck, and we asked them to do the same" Alex explained. "It wasn't anything serious."

"The press have taken it out of context like they do with everything. It didn't mean anything, right Mase?" Adele said, looking at him. 

"What?" he asked. 

"The kiss from last night. It didn't mean anything, it was just a joke."

"Yeah, yeah" he muttered.

"Mason, love… Are you ok?" Toni asked him.

"Yeah, yeah" he repeated. "Just hungry."

"You sure?"

"Yes" he smiled. Though his mum knew that it wasn't an honest smile. Her, and Adele. Something was definitely going on with him. 

[saraji]

Levi Is Jealous!!! 💖

You were talking to Erwin about the walls and his father's opinions. You guys were giggling too and that made Levi's blood boil. Levi Ackerman aka humanitys strongest soldiers was ur boyfriend. You guys had a healthy and nice bf and gf relationship but Levi was the jealous type. He loved you so much and feared to lose you. To a titan or another man. As he saw you and Erwin so friendly he came next to you. "Y/N, lets go its late, we should go to our dorm" he said coldly and gave Erwin a mad glare. "Oh sure, dear" you said softly as he wraped a arm around ur waist and you guys went to ur shared dorm at the HQ. When you guys arrived at the dorm he opened the door and letted you enter first afeter that he shutted the door as he pinned you to the wall. "Why talk to other soldiers when you have me,eh?" his tone was cold but had a hint of pure love. Before you could say another word he kissed you roughly on the lips. You passionatly kissed back. Levi pulled back after some time and coldly looked at you. "Bed, now." he said then smirked. You could only say a little "b-but" when he picked you up and laid you on the bed then got on top of you. " Who is ur master?" he asked as he tightly hugged you on the bed. "You, daddy" you moaned. He noded then took of his shirt showing you a view oh his hard chest, strong arm muscles and ripped abs. You carres his abs with the tip of ur finger and smirk. He had a grip on ur shirt as he said "Need help?". You noded and letted him take ur shirt off. He then worked his hands on ur back and opened ur bra clips and throwed ur bra on the floor next to ur shirt. "I am the only guy who can see you like this, baby" his voice was deep and sexy. You couldnt help but to moan at his voice. You took off ur skirt as he took oh his pants. There was a bulge on his boxeres. "Hehe someone is hard for me" you say and giggle as you poke Levi's boner. He groaned as he throwed his boxeres and ur panties on the floor. Levi forced ur head on the pillows. He opened ur mouths with two of his fingeres and fucked ur pretty little throat. Levi moaned from plesure as ur tounge and mouth worked on pleasing his cock that looked like it belonged to an ancient Greek god. "Yes baby keep going, make Daddy Ackerman cum" he said then softly moaned. After he 110 seconds of giving him a blow job Levi cummed right on ur tounge as you ate it. "Good girl. Now, ass up" he said in a demanding voice tone. You softly said "Yes, master" as you arched ur back, ur face facing the bed sheets. Levi slowly puts his hard cock in ur cunt as you moan his name. He passionately fucks you, he bites ur shoulder to not to make a sound but slips out a few moans. "B-Baby stop, I-I think i am gonna-" Levi cuts you off "It okay baby you can cum on my dick" he said as you were at the point you couldnt hold urself and you cumed on his raw cock then moaned.

[lunatic-pudge]

What do you think postal dude would be like as a yandere

PLEASE, I crave yandere Dude. I'm not gonna get too into it (since it was kina already requested) but dear God this man will be the death of me.

Also, forgive me for not being too knowledgeable about yanderes, I have a good general idea but any specifics I might not know.

Dude is a violent and obsessive yandere, once he finds someone he likes, he attaches to them HARD. Immediately stalking and trying to find out every little bit of info on you he can. He isn't scared to kill anyone who dares try to take you from him. He won't allow it. The only person who is allowed to manipulate your fragile mind is him and him only.

He's a degenerate. Watching you through your blinds at late hours of the night, hoping to see something a little spicy. And yes, he will break in and watch you sleep. Once he's gotten access to the inside of your home he's immediately rummaging through your underwear drawer and stealing a pair to take home with him. It's basically like a trophy to him. You ain't ever seeing that pair of underwear again either, R.I.P.

He also gets your schedule down to the dot. Somehow able to make himself elusive until he decides to show himself. At first it's whatever. Paradise is a small town and everyone basically knows everyone. But at some point, it starts to get a little bit suspicious…

I need to stop now before I spoil it. I just REALLY love obsessive/yandere Dude. I may or may not be a weirdo…