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thesummerpetrichor · 1 year ago

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𝓞𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼

Javier Peña x afab!reader

Summary: You’re a sociology student writing your final thesis, you shouldn’t care whether the new DEA attaché is an asshole, you shouldn’t be getting on his nerves every chance you get, shouldn’t be dreaming of him the way you do, and you certainly shouldn’t be bent over his desk in the middle of the night– letting him fuck you senseless.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, big girthy age gap [reader is in her early twenties Javier is in his mid 40s], petnames [sweetheart, girlie, baby, babygirl etc], smut, explicit sexual content, explicit language, daddy kink, dom!Javi, mean brat tamer! javi, sub!reader, major size kink, reader is a menace and a brat, cheek pulling, like two spanks and a slap, minor choking, degradation, name calling, fingering, semi public sex [in his office], rough sex, unprotected P in V [don't do it you’re better than them!!] let me know if I missed anything!!

Word count: 8.7k

A/N: Lotsa porn, lotsa plot. Filthier than I’d like to admit but here we are. Javier is emotionally unavailable but I don’t care. Enjoy nasties. Mwah 💗

Masterlist

My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

You were sure you looked nothing short of unstable– the way you were smiling to yourself as you hit the ‘submit’ button on the first checkpoint of your research paper. The past few months had been absolute chaos, and you weren’t really sure what was worse; the fact that your workplace had become an HR nightmare, or the way you were enjoying every goddamn second of it.

Not long ago you’d been lucky enough to pack your bags and board a flight to Bogotá, where you were going to be writing your final sociology thesis. You’d fought tooth and nail with the department for this opportunity, and the fact that you were finally going to be there doing the work you’d always imagined– it was a dream. While you were initially a little weary of having to go through the American embassy to access records, and archives, you knew this was the best deal you were going to get, so you pushed your hesitation aside and took them up on their offer. You were obviously aware the department was going to give you hell for it– your work would be put under immeasurable scrutiny, they were going to bother you with emails all day every day, snoop around your work through their contacts at the embassy, and take any chance to fly you back. But it didn’t matter; it was going to be a dream.

Impressing the ambassador was your top priority, impressing everyone around you really was. For as long as you could remember your bright smile, hard work and sunshine attitude had only worked in your favor. If there was one thing you enjoyed, it was the great privilege of being all your professors’ favorite student. That’s how you’d even convinced them to let you travel thousands of miles away on the university’s dime in the first place.

The world of academia was hard, especially when you were starting out, everyone you dealt with wasn’t a progressive professor who valued your opinion despite your age and gender. Sometimes you needed help from the sleazy HOD, or the grumpy receptionist and neither cared about your expertise on Helmut Schoeck. It didn’t bother you, all you cared about was the quality of your work, and you were not going to let anyone get in the way of it. So, if good work and behaviour didn't get you what you wanted you just used your batting eyelashes, innocent pout and harmless bribes– the receptionist had mentioned liking strawberry shortcake nearly two years ago in passing, and that information sure as hell came in handy when you needed to get your paperwork sorted out.

Boy did that skill of yours come in handy during your time in Bogotá

No one was going to make this experience anything but splendid, you were going to get to the embassy, meet the ambassador, charm her and all her coworkers in no time, make some trusted allies and go about your research unbothered and unfazed. You were determined. It was going to be a dream.

That was until it was an absolute nightmare. The moment your plane’s wheels hit the tarmac you were slapped with wave after wave of absolute frustration. Your phone was inundated with missed calls from an unknown number, and when you called back you were promptly informed by the Ambassador’s secretary that due to spacing issues you were being relocated to the DEA offices at the far end of the embassy.

Great, nothing better than being around a bunch of cops 24/7 .

You hadn’t made it three steps off the aerobridge before two men– both of whom looked terribly out of place in their baseball hats, grabbed you by the arm and dragged you through the airport. You wouldn’t say the word ‘accosted’ was dramatic when describing the way two employees of the American embassy had apprehended you. They didn't seem much older than you were, but they sure as hell thought they ran the damn place. When you thought about elitist diplomats thinking they were doing god's work you could be sure you imagined Agent Daniel Van Ness and Agent Chris Feistl’s faces before you’d even met them.

“Ow! What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Van Ness pretty much tossed you into his suspicious, unmarked vehicle, and as if you weren’t sore from your excruciatingly long flight you were sure you were going to need some ice packs when you got to your service apartment. “Okay, let's not make a scene, as I said we were told to get you as soon as you got off that plane” Feistl started the engine with one hand, and put the other one up in mock surrender.

“Didn’t know kidnapping was part of the Ambassador's agenda in Bogotá” .

The car ride to the embassy was mostly quiet, and you took the time to enjoy the beautiful Colombian city as it came into view, clear your head and mentally plan for your stay. That was, save for the two men’s grumbling about a certain Javier Peña. “Yeah, we miss this meeting and Peña’s gonna be on our ass for the next week” You’d quickly learnt he was a little bit of a hero in the DEA world, whatever that meant– took down Escobar and all. And if you couldn’t loathe him more already he was now promoted to attaché. From what Van Ness and Feistl told you he sounded like a character– hard ass, stubborn, insolent, the list went on and on. This Javier must really be something

How bad could he really be? Probably some grumpy old guy you’d run into once in a while at the water station or fax machine. He’d pay no mind to you; some irrelevant college student. Besides, you’d win him over with your signature smile. Who knew maybe you’d even become friends? “Well Im looking forward to meeting this Javier Peña”

“No one has ever said that. I don't think his mother said that when he was poppin’ out.”

And boy were they right, Javier Peña really was something. The elevator doors opened to what would soon become a familiar sight– Javier trailing the ambassador as she tried to escape him and the DEA offices. “With all due respect, if I wanted to be a babysitter I would've taken up a job with the RIPs” She turned to face him, her back to you. “Agent Peña, I'm going to repeat myself one more time, and I really shouldn't have to, but please stop referring to them as the “RIP’’s ”. Talk about professionalism, you definitely weren’t expecting whatever the hell this was when you thought of diplomatic work.

Noonan almost unceremoniously bumped into you as she skirted away from Javier, raising her hands in absolute elation now that he had to take care of you, and couldn’t bother her any longer. “There you are, perfect! Agent Peña show her around, and please, be nice.” She all but pushed you into him, and you heard Javier helplessly and pathetically yell after her as she walked to the elevator. “I still need that clearance ambassador–”

Despite the fact that he was looking at you like he wanted to tear you apart you didn't let that distract from the absolute marvel Javier Peña was. If you didn’t know any better you’d be on your knees for the man, and you couldn’t trust that you did. With the way his hair sat messily ruffled atop his head in soft curls, falling dangerously close to his eyes, or the way his now crinkled button up from the tiring workday hugged his forearms, who could blame you? Who knew, maybe you even liked the way he looked at you?

You shot him your signature smile, and extended your hand to introduce yourself. Forget about Noonan, she’d probably retire soon anyway, it was his approval you really wanted now. With brows raised he took his time assessing you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes raked over your body, or the way he chewed on his lip as he did so. Feeling a little, or maybe very, hot under his gaze you shifted uncomfortably, still holding your hand out politely, but all you got from him besides his shameless gawking was a condescending chuckle, and he was turning away and walking back inside.

So he really was an asshole.

You stood in shock for a moment. Was this some sort of odd hazing process at the embassy? What the hell was going on? His voice zapped you out of the absolute embarrassment of an interaction you just had. “You gonna stand there all day?” God he was such a prick. You’d barely been there two minutes and you were already on Van Ness and Feist's team. You couldn’t even imagine what life would be like if he was your boss. Or could you?

Your gaze hardened at the realization. If there was one thing you were not going to do it was lust hopelessly after a man who didn't even want to give you the time of day, someone who thought he was so much better than you were. You were not going to inflate his already massive ego by crooning for his praise, no! You were not going to let him wield that kind of power over you.

You watched as he walked through the office, the man sucked the air outta the room with the way he quite literally strutted across it. Practically dragging yourself behind him you tried your best to compose yourself, you were not going to let Peña and his asshole ways ruin your stay– he was going to like you, going to give you the time of day– and if hard work and a good attitude didn’t do it, your batting lashes certainly would.

—

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah

In the subsequent days you surprisingly had made yourself quite at home in the embassy– after all you did spend almost all of your day there. Van Ness and Fiestl soon became great friends, and would often drop by your workstation during breaks, or to invite you out for drinks after work. Things were going rather well, there was nothing much to complain about. The people who worked at the embassy were really friendly, and many of them took a liking to you. If charming your way into everyone's good graces was still your plan it sure as hell was working.

You’d even met a certain blonde haired, blue eyed office heartthrob. While they were both certainly easy on the eyes, Agent Murphy was otherwise little like his partner, he was friendly, helpful, and generally in a good mood. Hell he even wished you ‘good morning’ when he got into work everyday. In due time you could even say Steve Murphy had become somewhat of a friend, he was quite fond of you– then again everyone in the office really was.

That is almost everyone.

Progress in the Javier department of your life had barely made moves. He was such a dick. On your second day you remember knocking on his door and politely asking if he could sign some papers that would get you some cultural records in Bogotá. You didn’t know what response you’d been expecting, but he'd essentially told you to leave him the hell alone.

You wondered if being such a bitter jerk was exhausting. “Now girlie, runalong..” And with that he shut his door. You didn't want to let it affect you, but it did. You crooned for his attention, but he was so cold and detached, and nothing seemed to get through to him. The smiles, the ‘good mornings’, the way you’d offered to drop his files at the Ambassador's on your way there, it did nothing. He only smiled at you condescendingly, and at one point even joked about how he wasn’t sure you were capable of making it to the other side of the building.

“Don't worry your head about these files, wouldn’t want you wandering around, lost, tryna find Noonan’s office.”

Not to mention how he couldn’t keep his mouth shut about your “silly little paper”, how your work was “cute” or “funny”. God, you couldn’t stand it. The way he leaned over your desk, jumbled up your resources while he carelessly looked through them. With his messy, loose tie, and his sideways smile, and warm, comforting brown eyes, and that mocking teasing tone…...

—-

My old man is a tough man, but

He got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam

And he shows me, he knows me

Every inch of my tar-black soul

“If he can’t drink it, or fuck it, he’s not interested.” When Feistl had told you that on your first day you scoffed, but it proved to be valuable, and unbelievably, true information in no time. Unintentionally Javier had condemned himself to an eternal state of perdition, you were not giving up, and this time you were going to drive him crazy.

He surely wasn’t prepared for the little menace you became in the following weeks. You only felt pride when you’d catch him looking at you– embarrassing how he couldn't keep his eyes off. You and your cute little dresses, skirts, those you didn’t initially plan to wear to the office. His glare almost burnt a hole in your back everyday at midday, hotter than the afternoon sun peaking through the blind covered windows as you sat on Van Ness’ desk, laughing at something Feistl said. If there was one thing worse than an HR violation, it was an HR violation with a girl nearly half his age.

You’d found a fancy for discovering his ticks, new ways you could push his buttons. When you weren’t calling him sir as you addressed him, or taunting him with your dopey eyes and girlish smiles you were making his life a lot less convenient.

“Where the hell is Peña” at least twice a week Stechner would all but slither into the office, talking about congress people, funding and how the DEA was raining all over his parade. As much as you hated the man, he was your trusted ally in trying times, especially when you decided breaking the office’s unspoken rule was going to be your new favorite pastime. That rule was of course, never telling anyone, especially his colleagues, where the hell Javier Peña was at any given time.

So when Bill walked up to you and leaned beside your desk you faithfully pointed to the filing room you knew Javier was quite literally hiding in. When he walked, more like stormed out with Bill you were sure he could break you in half, the way he was looking at you, but you had given up lying to yourself, you loved it. Every morning he’d come into the office and have to find other places to escape to– from Noonan and Murphy and all other accountability. But for a cop he was pretty shit at it, and you always found a way to tell where it was he'd gone to. It also helped that nearly everyone enjoyed it when Javier had to deal with the bureaucracy, it was free reality tv, and you could be sure if you didn’t know who or what he was trying to avoid, someone else in the office surely would.

You had simultaneously become a great asset to Steve Murphy, who was, more than you expected, willing and enthusiastic about getting shit done, shit that Javier’s stubbornness would only prolong, especially because he knew the mix of Peña and the CIA was anything but productive. Whether it was distracting him while he got support for their missions, or rushing to answer the phones and covering for him and making Javi deal with Noonan you were always game. Murphy was always appreciative.

“Steve’s out right now, but Javier’s in his office if you’d like to speak with him…” Steve pretty much cackled behind his desk as you handed the phone’s receiver to Peña, and watched as he exhaled heavily through his nose, using every bit of restraint he could possibly muster not to kick the two of you out of the building. He settled for flipping Murphy off instead.

As someone who wasn’t an embassy employee you pretty much had free reign over the place, and you knew it only made Javier more upset knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. You were thoroughly enjoying your time in Bogotá, you knew Javier was thinking about you, you knew how much you got on his nerves, you loved the way he’d glare at you, boss you around, get annoyed at your little antics. You craved his attention and you were finally getting it.

Though every once in a while you’d feel a little pang in your chest, at the way he’d roll his eyes at you, be his regular mean self. But you shoved that feeling aside, you did not want his approval. That would be pathetic. You just wanted a little payback.

—

He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life

In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me

Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone

Javier had been avoiding you like the plague for a good two days. That was after he overheard a conversation you were having with your supervisor he wasn’t really meant to be a party to. You remember twirling the cord wire between your fingers as you updated her over the phone. “Yeah, I need to get to the congress library, they have all the copies there.” You pushed the speaker button, letting go of the receiver to sift through the piles of printed paper on your desk. “Do you have access, did the embassy get you an ID? I spoke to Noonan but she’s busy babysitting her employees.” You bit back a smile. Javier and Murphy sure were a handful.

“No, of course they didn’t. They don’t give a rat's ass” Frankly, you were exhausted from having to get or find somebody to do anything around there. Noonan was practically no help until the dean was breathing down her neck, for people who had been working in Bogotà for years very few in the embassy knew the directions to anyplace that wasn’t a bar, and everyone was far too busy kissing each other’s ass to get things done. “The DEA can go, can't they? Get one of em to take you” Before you could respond you heard the rattling of the water cooler behind you, and you caught Javier’s half shocked half annoyed expression in the reflection of the window as he scrambled for a paper napkin to wipe the water off his dress shirt.

“Hmm, I didn’t think of that…..that's a great idea”

That was on Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday were spent turning in the opposite direction anytime you approached him, sneaking past you on his way in and out, and begging Murphy to take that trip to the Congress library instead. On Thursday you were sure you won the lottery.

Both Murphy and Carillo in the same room, and better yet in the office before Javier had made his grand entrance. They stood over what looked to you like a large map, arguing about something with far too much energy at eight in the morning. You saw this as your little opening. Where the hell was Peña?

Turns out he was with the Ambassador.

—-

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont

Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup

Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes

Says it feels like heaven to him

“And you’re going too?” Ambassador Noonan sat back in her chair, twirling her pencil between her fingers, looking expectantly at the irate face in front of her. You thought you’d spare Agent Peña his white lies, answering promptly in that sweet voice of yours. “Yes, Agent Murphy told me, and besides, if he's around I can access all the archives..” You shrugged your shoulders and shot her your most persuasive smile. “Government ID an’ all” . You almost felt bad for Peña, the way his friends were so quick to rat him out. But then again he’d stirred up enough petty fights over the years so that nearly everybody was quick to get their petty revenge. That jerk was planning to take his little trip to the library– with Carillio of all people, and he was going to leave you behind? Not anymore.

“Well, I don't see the problem, just take her to the goddamn library. Jesus Peña why is everything so difficult with you.” Javier shot you a glare you could only describe as deadly, but you could only giggle at his exasperation. He rose from his chair, leaning on her desk, like he was trying to seduce her into getting out of this situation. You wondered how Noonan showed so much restraint, if you were her you’d be giving into anything he said no questions asked.

“Ambassador, really, all that is below my paygrade, don't ya think?” Your mouth fell agape, and you turned to him to find he was smiling, looking directly at you. Asshole “This whole conversation is below my paygrade. You’re bothering me Peña, get to work..” and with that the two of you were practically kicked out of her office and thrown into the hall, where in the deafening silence you heard the large wooden doors slam behind you.

You were lucky there was no one else around, especially when he practically slammed you against the wall. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Tryna fuck my whole day over baby?” You had to physically fight yourself to not give into the death grip he had on your shoulders, to hold yourself up as he caged you against the corridor. “I just really need these papers, and only you can get ‘em for me ” You bat your lashes at him, and he pressed his forehead against the wall beside you in complete frustration, sighing. He knew that wasn’t true, and he knew you did as well. Any intern could have gotten them for you, but who was an intern in comparison to him?

“I won't bother you again, promise” you bit your lip and held your pinkie finger up in what Javier saw as practically an act of war. His hands moved from your shoulders to grab you by the waist as you looked up at him. Despite your smiley exterior you were all giddy on the inside, especially when he leant beside your ear and warned in his low whisper, thumbs drawing circles on your flesh.

“You're playin’ with fire baby..”

—

I'm off to the races, laces

Leather on my waist is tight, and I am fallin' down

I can see your face, is shameless, Cipriani's Basement

Love you, but I'm goin' down

As much as you wanted to bother Javier during his little snoop session with Carillo, you still had a job to do, so you shoved your brattiness aside for a few hours and got to work finding the documents you needed from the archives. You were honestly expecting a medal for your self restraint, because once you were done you waited patiently till he strutted outside after his meeting, barely holding up the heavy box with all your findings. You’d been standing there for almost two hours, and the jerk hadn’t even given you a heads up so you could sit inside.

“Finally.” He rolled his eyes, and like he was running some sort of marathon didn’t bother even helping you, speed walking across the parking lot as you stumbled and struggled behind him– attempting to keep up.

“We gotta get back, now.”

You buckled your seatbelt as he pulled out of the driveway, and relaxed against your seat as you caught your breath. “Where’re we going?” He turned to you and smiled, but it was in that signature condescending way that he always did. Meanie You thought to yourself. “We are not going anywhere. You are going back to the office, and I am going to take care of something you don't need to worry about.” You didn't know whether there was any use still being offended by his patronizing attitude, he could’ve just said you were going back to the office, but that was too normal, too dignified of a response for the great, cartel busting Javier Peña

“I could come.” He laughed at your pout, as he turned to look at you, rounding the corner. “Baby, don’t ya’ think that's a little ambitious comin’ from someone who got winded carrying a box across a parking lot.” You scoffed, yes, it would've been nice to have some help. “Don’t worry, I don’t want anything to do with whatever it is you're going to do, anyway” Wanting to turn away from him you looked out the window, but that only lasted so long.

“If this lead comes through, everyone in Bogotà’s gonna want everything to do with it.” You watched as the setting sun drenched your surroundings in a golden glow, and you couldn’t look away from the way Javier’s brown eyes too turned into pools of gold as the sun caught them. His voice a low hum just a little louder than the radio he habitually played as he drove around. It took a special type of maniac to go on missions off the clock.

“Who’s it for, the lead?” He hummed, and smiled to himself as he spoke, that look on his face you couldn’t quite place– like he was just waiting for his opponent to slip up. “One of the big guys. You should meet him when we bring him in– you’d get along– he's a pain in my ass”

You turned your gaze from the opening embassy gates to meet his eyes, your own narrowed into slits as you stared him down– he was smiling, and you hated it. “Mean.” He shook his head at your irritation, and wordlessly pulled up into the driveway. “Now, you're gonna take those files, and you're gonna sit your bratty ass down, and you're gonna work on that silly paper of yours” You were halfway out the door, lifting the giant cardboard box off the floor of the car with embarrassing difficulty.

Great, there was another thing he could berate you for.

“That's a lot of instructions..” Your voice was muffled behind your paperwork, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it when he tried to boss you around.

“Well here's another– don't touch anything while I'm gone.” He laughed to himself as he caught your rolling eyes peering at him over the top of the box, that being the only part of you that was really visible to him. Waiting for you to make it to the entrance he watched as one of his colleagues, one of the many heading out for the day, took it from you, and helped you inside.

The low hum of the radio replaced the sound of your voice, an old spanish tune coming over the static as he drove out and away from the embassy.

—

God, I'm so crazy, baby

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

“Didn't I specifically tell you not to touch anything” You lifted your head in the direction of that familiar voice, irritated as usual, but also a little more gruff, a little more tired. For a moment you regretted annexing his office while he was away. You watched as he sauntered in and towards his desk, opposite the little workstation you’d set up on a spare table where he’d dumped his tie and blazer for when the Ambassador popped around. He propped his hands on his desk, leaning against it to meet your gaze.

God did he look good, the day had taken its toll on him, but it was only doing him favors. That soft brown hair had been ruffled out of place, and that crisp button up sat wrinkled on his back, loosely and messily tucked into his navy dress pants, sleeves haphazardly rolled up his forearms. While he looked like he worked a regular nine to five, from the little you knew about his job, an intentionally minimal amount, you were sure the unkemptness was the result of some high stakes chase, raid or whatever it was he’d set his head to doing that day.

“‘M not touching, I just needed the AC” He rolled his eyes, but his neatly hung blazer and rolled up tie caught his attention from across the room. “See.. Untouched” You shot him that smile that you knew drove him up the wall, and he shook his head, now concerned more with sorting the paperwork splayed out in front of him. “Must be real hard, highlightin’ all that paper” He pointed to your reference material. As bad as the day was, it wasn't bad enough to persuade him to stop being a jerk.

The place was a mess, and he couldn’t leave it this way till the morning, that would be a hit to his professionalism far worse than any of the shady shit he’d done over the years. He didn’t have time for your childish antics. At least for the moment. It’d been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to get it over with. Boy did he look like he needed to let off some steam, and while at first glance your actions were doing anything but helping him relax, couldn’t he see you were just begging for him to use you for exactly that?

Maybe it was because he was tired of your shit, or because he was far too preoccupied with his work at the time, or because the office was dark and quiet and cold, but the next few minutes passed in uncharacteristic silence. You gazed up once in a while to see Javier’s scrunched brows sort through an abundance of filing. He’d sigh heavily every once in a while, and you could only wonder what or who, besides you, got on his nerves that much. You were almost eager to eliminate the competition. The world drowned out in the white noise of shuffling documents and clicking pens and you were once again lost in your paper.

Every part of you really wished he wasn’t such an asshole. What had you ever done to him anyway, for him to be so cold and mean? You couldn’t pretend you had nothing to do with it, you'd egged him on beyond measure, but you’d only ever wanted him to like you. Okay maybe you thoroughly enjoyed his irritation, but you only really ever wanted his attention. Pathetic.. You thought to yourself. You pretended he wasn’t bothered by you taking over his office for a moment.

“Done yet?” You hadn’t even realized how or when Javier had crossed the room and made his way in front of you. His fingers danced on the edge of your laptop screen. You didn’t feel like answering just yet, so you typed away at your keyboard for a while longer. The silence wasn’t appreciated, and you could feel the exhaustion radiate off him like heat. You caught him fiddling with the pens on your desk, and skimming over some of your printed material from the corner of your eye, and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter when he chucked it back on your desk in what you assumed was complete disinterest. He was going to try harder to get your attention.

You weren't prepared however when he practically slammed your laptop shut, forcing you to stop ignoring him. Talk about disrupting the workplace. Groaning, you rested your chin in your palms and peered up at him through dopey eyes. A man who had been driven to the edge, that's the gaze you met. It was not going to affect you, that muted rage, that wrought iron glare. You promised yourself. But your desires were already betraying you.. you rubbed your thighs together to alleviate the ache.

“There a problem?” With a tone that set his last teeth on edge you kept up the facade, against your better judgment. It was just too much fun not to. When you looked up at him through your lashes you could almost see the slight tick in his jaw, and your mind wandered to what other ways you’d like this type of view. “Yes, in fact there is. It's 1am” He leaned forward, dangerously close, to the point you could feel the warmth of his breath fan against your lips, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. You caught the faint smell of cigarettes off his disheveled clothes, the scent of whiskey on his lips. You felt your breath hitch, but you hoped he didn't notice. How naive, that was.

“And” Your eyes darted to his mouth momentarily as you spoke, voice wavering. He raised his brows, almost to tell you not to push him any further than you already did. It was too late, however. Whatever this was had spiraled far out of your control, and he could see the way you squirmed under that commanding gaze of his. Your brain was screaming at the attention, and you had to inwardly yell at yourself to stop being so needy.

“And?” Your brows furrowed, your lips forming that signature pout when you heard him mock your tone, your voice. “I've had a long day, baby, and I wanna go home” You huffed girlishly at his ridicule, the way he liked to humiliate you by throwing your attitude back in your face with his snide imitations, his raised brow and faux sympathy. He talked like one does to a misbehaving child. In that patronizing, explanatory melody. You watched him chuckle with slitted eyes, though you were slowly turning to a puddle underneath it all.

“Go home then Mr. Peña. I'm not stopping you am I?” You watched his eyes darken, and you weren't even sure that was possible, but you didn’t have much time to think because before you knew it he was pinching your cheeks between his fingers, his other hand still holding him up on the table. You could only whine under his rough touch as its effects licked between your thighs. He laughed when you mewed at the sting.

“Oh but you are. You're just beggin’ me to stay, aren't ya’ baby?” Your soft and pathetically unconvincing ‘no’ was muffled as he squeezed your cheeks in his large hands, yanking you in his direction as you fruitlessly attempted to free yourself from his grip. Unable to help yourself you were almost crooning into his touch, your body basically begging him to rough you up. “Such a fuckin’ brat. Runnin’ your mouth all day, showin’ up in those clothes, fuckin up my schedule, acting like a whore” His soft whisper made you shiver, your skin now on fire. He spoke slowly, and every syllable made you want to drop at his feet with a vigor you could only be embarrassed of. He made you feel small, made you feel helpless under his touch.

You wanted to push back, wanted to defy his accusations.“‘m not a whore” He smiled at your whining, and if you were delusional, and you were, even hopeful, you’d say he did so endearingly. But Javier Peña didn’t care about endearments, and after the way you’d acted you’d be crazy to think he thought there was anything endearing about you. “Right baby. You're not. Gotta pay girls to act this way ‘round me. But look at you. Didn’t spare you a fuckin dime.”

He had let go of your face, and had in a moment, quickly and uncaringly dumped you on the table in front of him. You let out a soft “ow” when you felt your knees bump the wood before your legs were dangling off its edge. You were far closer to him now, and if you had felt small before you thought you were only shrinking in comparison to his domineering frame– physical, mental, everything. Your brain was mush, your body was mush, and you could only lean into his touch– benevolent or not.

In an uncharacteristically gentle gesture he patted your cheeks with the palm of his hand, lightly, as if to soothe the sore flesh, but it only made the way he pulled them mockingly far more jarring. “Know what that makes you babygirl?” He paused for a moment, knowing you couldn't answer, looking down at the way your eyes were now welling with tears at the pain, and reveling in the sight.

“Makes you a little slut”

You wanted to respond, wanted to defend yourself, but you could only settle for grabbing his dress shirt in the balls of your first. The fabric of your panties had pretty much soaked through, and you felt it cling to you uncomfortably as you shifted on the table to pull him closer. Practically begging for his touch.

He let go of your face, but he didn’t plan on being any more gentle. He knew there was nothing you could do, nothing you could say at that moment, and he took full advantage of your silence– telling you everything he’d wanted to scream in your face for the past month. It was even better now however, because as a fun bonus, for his superhuman self control, you were even pleading for him to do so. He could see it in your eyes, feel it on your hot skin, the way you subtly rolled your hips against the table to ease the pang between your thighs. He reduced you to a dumb, empty headed bimbo, with his words alone. He couldn't help but rub it in a little. “Aw baby, no words for me? Where’s that snappy mouth now?” That faux sympathy was back again

His hands rubbed up and down your sides, moving to toy with the buttons of your top as he spoke. Fiddling with them he popped the first few open, enough to expose the swell of your breasts to the cool of the air conditioned office. With lust blown eyes he trailed his thumbs along your collar bones and then down to your admittedly skimpy lingerie– you gasped when he yanked it down, practically tearing if in a swift motion. He admired you for a moment, held you in place when you squirmed against him, wrapped your legs around his waist.

You shifted on the desk, leaning your face against his torso, looking up at him, pleading with your eyes. “Like you better like this, clothes half off like a desperate slut that couldn’t even wait to get undressed.” He paused, still admiring, tracing your cheekbones with his thumbs. “Oh, and fucking quiet” he flipped you on your stomach, your legs dangling of the table when you writhed under his punishing grip– pushing your face down against the wood, bending you over it. “Whaddya think baby?”

As if he had enough of just looking you felt him flip your skirt up with his vacant hand, and yelped when his palm came down harshly on the flesh of your ass, the sting only egging on your tears of desperation. “You know what I think baby? Think I needa fuck some manners into you.” He smoothed his hands up and down your warm thighs, fingers finding the soaked fabric of your panties as you moaned and sighed above him. He knew what he did to you and he loved it. “Can pretend there's anything in that head of yours besides the thought of goin’ dumb for me”

You lifted your head to look up and behind you, you’d give anything to witness the sight you’d touched yourself to for the past month, but Javier was quick to slam you head back back to where it came from, and send your eyes rolling back into your head as he shoved your soaked panties aside and roughly pushed two fingers into your sopping cunt. "Fuck, look at this tight little pussy, can barley take my fingers." He groaned in your ear, leaning up against you as his digits fucked you at an agonisingly slow pace, just barely soothing the burn of desire building in your core. “Bad girls don’t get a view.” Light headed, you could only squeal, could only hide your face from him as he leaned over to catch a glimpse of your knitted brows and that pout.

"Y'know how messy y'are baby? Feel how this pussys cryin' for me, drippin' all over my hand?"

You kicked your legs in protest, salty tears streaming down your face and pooling at its side on the wood beneath you. He wasn’t happy when he found you pushing back against his fingers, grinding helplessly on them. For a moment you thought your wish was granted, but he was only yanking you off the desk so you could have your back flush against him, and he could get his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Still languidly pumping his fingers in and out of your soaking pussy he turned your face to meet his, and sneered as his palm collided with the side of your cheek.

Smack

“Watch it” You wanted to be a brat, wanted to defy him, but it was all too much to handle at once. You felt fuzzy all over, and who were you kidding you were always going dumb for him. Besides, how could you even keep your mind steady, not when you felt his hard length against you. You gazed right up at him, pushed back against him, eyes rolling back into your head as you did. He only laughed. “Oh baby, think it's gonna be that easy? Think ‘m gonna let you cum jus’ like that? After you've run me up the wall?” He squeezed your breast in his palm, bending you back over the table, now more gently, extending the olive branch, giving you a chance to repent. “‘M not a needy slut like you baby, those little tricks ain't’ gonna work” Javier was an asshole, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting to ruin you. But first he wanted to have a little fun.

“Please, please, promise I'll be good.” He hummed, pretending like he was debating whether he was going to give into your pleas yet. He wasn't. He wanted to soak in the sight– you splayed out on his desk, begging him to fuck you sensless, his hands roaming your body torturously teasing you as your pussy clenched around nothing, dripping for him.

“So now ya wanna be good? Well baby I'm not buyin it yet. Gonna take a lot more convincing than that.” His fingers found your clothed cunt once again, drawing soft circles on your clit. You wailed, knuckles going white when you gripped the table edge in front of you. "Feels good doesnt' it babygirl, I know, feels so good when you finally fucking listen." You pushed back against his fingers, practically humping his hand. The tears were back, and he loved them. “Aw, poor baby, too much?” He wasn’t asking, and you knew he didn’t care what you had to say anyway. He wanted one response, and you were far too wound up not to give it to him.

“Please please please. Won't be a brat, wanna be your good girl.” He kept you waiting and distraught, fingers still rubbing you through your panties as he spoke, knowing very well you could barely concentrate when he touched you, the squelching of your wetness only drove you towards the edge. “Now babygirl, you're gonna listen, and you're gonna listen good, and do exactly what I say. Ya hear?” You nodded your head vigorously, but a smack to your ass reminded you to use your words. “Yes. promise” He laughed. “Such an easy little slut.” You heard the jingle of his belt behind you.

You shivered when you felt his cock drag against your drenched cunt, tip bumping your clit with every pass as he wet himself with your slick. Your hips moved frantically, unable to get enough of the friction, but he held you back just enough, to where you would remain unsatisfied and frustrated.“Say" I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry for being a tease.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and the command alone was enough to send you over the edge.

“‘m sorry for being a tease daddy ”

“Say “I'm Sorry for being an easy whore””

“M’ sorry for being an easy whore” You’d never been more shy in your life, forget around Javier, who could never guess you had it in you. “That’s my good little slut.” But the way he was speaking to you, teasing, mocking, telling you what to do, what to say– you were hot all over with humiliation. You hid your face, pretty much smashing your forehead against the table, making sure no matter how far he lent he couldn't see the way you were coming undone under him.

He could probably sense it, though, especially by the way you reacted to his little praise. “That's it babygirl. Comin around now are we?” You didn't want him to have that on you, but you were lucky, in a way, because he didn’t care much to tease you anymore. He grabbed your hips harshly and with a rough thrust of his hips he was fucking you into the mahogany desk, your ribs bruising as he held you down against it. He wasn’t wasting any time, wasn’t stopping or going slow to let you adjust, he was reminding you of how tightly you’d wound him up.“So fuckin tight” his voice was a strained whisper behind you, and you made a noise you could barely recognise as your own at his words. “Hurts” you were whining again,this time at the sting, and you knew he didn’t care but you couldn’t help yourself. “Yeah baby hurts when daddy stuffs you full of his cock? My poor thing.. But you like it don't you babygirl? Like it when I stretch you open” he wasn’t wrong. The feeling of him splitting you open had turned you into a puddle, a moaning mess. “”S too big” his hands smoothed up and down your back erratically. “I know baby, I know, but you’re gonna take it aren’t you? Gonna take it how I give it to you dirty little girl?” You were, you took it how he gave it to you. “Gonna ruin this pretty lil pussy” He squeezed the flesh of your hips till you squeaked, the pain only adding to the pleasure as his hips smacked against yours.

You felt your legs shake as his cock pounded your aching pussy. “Jus’ needed daddy to fuck all that brattiness outta ya huh?” You nodded your head and he cooed at the way you melted into his touch. “Oh baby, that’s it, just like that.” Gazing up with hooded eyes you caught his reflection in the glass of his office window, half illuminated by the dim lighting– his own face scrunched up with pleasure. The sight only had you fucking back against him. You felt like jello, your heart pitter pattering at his little praise.

“My good little slut”

Wrapping his arm around you he grabbed your face roughly again, dragging you up and against his chest again.

“My slut, hear me?”

Yours, yours, yours

Your brain was a fog, and the only thing you could focus on was the way his cock was hitting that sweet spot inside you, making you clench around him as that burn built in your core– a string of incoherent “daddy’s” being the only thing you could manage to get out your mouth. “My dumb fuckin baby, my whore, squeezin’ my cock”. You repeated like a broken record; “daddy’s, daddy’s daddy’s”, the feeling of your slick running down your thighs making you go dizzy.

“Look at you, daddy’s little cumdump” your cheeks were burning, your eyes barley staying open. He pulled your face up from the desk. “Can barely look straight huh baby? Gettin all cock drunk on me.” You made out his dark eyes in the reflection. But you couldn’t bear to meet them. It didn’t matter. He was always looking at you.

“Only for you daddy”

Your release was building, like an inextinguishable fire, your pussy throbbing with need, just begging for it, and he knew it too, the way your walls quivered around him, the way you were moaning and panting, whispering soft calls of “daddy” when he held you against him. “Gonna cum babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock, bent over my desk? When ’m usin’ ya like a fuckin toy?”

Your body went lax in his arms as you came, your lips parting in a wordless cry, eyes fluttering shut. “That's it… cum for me”. You cherished that almost gentle encouragement as you came undone, tummy swarming with butterflies as you shook in his arms. He was still fucking into your sensitive pussy, pushing you further into the desk as he neared his release. You heard a strained curse behind you, before he was fucking you full of his cum in deep, hard thrusts, your legs dangled off the table as you milked his cock. Shivering at the feeling you closed your eyes, his spend leaked out of your sore pussy when he pulled out, dripping down your inner thighs obscenely. You heard his belt jingle again as he caught his breath behind you, and you felt silly for the way you missed his warmth when it was replaced by the chilled office air. He quickly shifted your panties back in place, making sure you stayed stuffed full of his cum. You winced when he smacked your pussy lightly. Raising your head you caught his reflection again, but you hid your face back against the desk almost immediately when you saw the way he admired his work in the reflection, like he could see the way he’d fucked the brattiness out of you.

With closed eyes you hummed as he turned you over and sat you on the desk. Now that you’d finally got Javier’s attention you were satisfied– all sleepy and fucked out. You wished he’d hold you, but you had to remind yourself fucking you hadn’t taken the asshole out of him. He was still Javier. Hardass DEA attaché Javier. You sat there for a while, and when you opened your eyes you saw him picking up his blazer and briefcase.

“If you're not up in 10 seconds I'm leavin’ ya here.” He was back to usual in a moment, and in your fuzzy little head you heard a well meaningness in that tone. “In those messy panties.” You pouted at his words, once again, and he watched as you hopped off the table, rubbing your eyes as you gathered your things, albeit clumsily–your knees wobbly to the point where you could see Javier’s smirk behind you as you shoved your laptop into your bag.

Turning off the table lamp he motioned with his head for you to get moving along, and you rolled your eyes at him as you walked out the door, stumbling slightly as you did. He gave you what you now recognised as that look, brows raised, and you didn’t have the energy at the moment to be combative.

Maybe you didn’t want to be.

“Come on now, runalong”

—

My old man is a thief, and

I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end

But I trust in the decision of the Lord, to watch over us

Take him when He may, if He may

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

They would rue the day I was alone, without you

You're lyin' with your gold chain on

Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'"

"You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man"

And we're off to the races, places

Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in

To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis

Honey, it is time to spin

Boy, you're so crazy, baby

I love you forever, not maybe

You are my one true love

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 14: Correction (Spanking)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: Your battlefield shenanigans are getting out of hand, and Spy decides to do something about it.

Tags: Spanking, Dom/Sub, bratty reader, masochism, hair pulling, edging, teasing, aftercare

Word Count: 3.4k

The Masterlist

“So… you’ve been chain smoking ever since we got off the battlefield. And that was an hour ago.”

Spy barely acknowledged you, simply proving your point by lighting a fresh cigarette with the embers of the last one. You sat uncomfortably in a chair across from him, a chess set laying untouched between the two of you. “I mean, I know this is called a smoking room for a reason, but this,” you gestured towards the cloud of wispy gray smoke that had formed above the two of you, “Is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Honestly, if it weren’t for the effects of the Medigun you were certain Spy would have literally every kind of respiratory illness by now. All of the lung cancer, all of the emphysema. All of it.

Another moment of silence stretched out for an eternity before you let out an annoyed huff. Getting up from your chair, you walked right over to Spy, leaning against the arm of his chair and fixing him with the sweetest expression you could muster. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Spy sighed, a cloud of smoke passing his lips before he responded, still refusing to look at you. “You really are dense sometimes, my dear.”

“Damn. Alright then,” you said, put off by his obtuse, and frankly, insulting response. You moved to return to your own seat but Spy grabbed your arm.

“Non, non! Come, sit.” You let him pull you into his lap. His tone sounded apologetic. You made yourself comfortable, straddling him. He snuffed out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

“So, what’s wrong?” you asked again, hoping for a more direct answer this time.

Spy took a deep breath. “Darling, you know I love you.”

“I am very lovable.”

“And you know that I will always be honest with you.”

“Oh no.” You recognized that tone and those words. What followed was usually some kind of critique, and what’s worse, it was almost always a valid critique- the worst kind of all.

Spy went on. “Which is why it is my responsibility to say that your battlefield performance today was, in a word, abysmal.”

“Ouch.” You pouted, batting your lashes at him. He remained unaffected by your antics, continuing with barely a pause.

“It was not just today, either. You have been inattentive, and more so, you’ve made yourself a distraction for me as well!”

“It’s just a bit of flirting. It’s fun!” You were actually a bit surprised at this. You had been under the assumption that Spy was a sucker for stolen kisses in concealed corners or subtle, yet tender touches between checkpoints.

“It is fun for you, but your ‘flirting’ has cost us several battles in the past month alone!” Spy knew he wasn’t completely innocent either. His responses only encouraged your behavior, but you were always the inviting factor, so it was only fair that you bared most of the blame.

“It’s not my fault you make backstabbing look so hot.” You pouted, arms crossed indignantly. “Besides, I thought you liked having my eyes on you.”

Spy took a deep breath, trying to be patient with you, no matter how difficult you were making that endeavor. “Even when you are being insolent, you somehow manage to be charming,” he admitted. “But even so, I can not allow myself to become infatuated with your faults.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“Darling, it is our duty as lovers to bring out the best in each other, and sometimes that involves a bit of correction.”

Correction? Seriously? You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “What are you going to do, spank me?” Spy paused. He paused for a very long time. “Spy?”

“Perhaps I should.”

“What? Spy, I was joking! You’re actually considering it?” you said, stammering.

“Oh no, my dear, I’m not considering it. I have already decided.” He said, giving you a stern look that made you want to shrink away into the nearest wall. “Bend over my desk.”

You didn’t get a chance to protest before he pushed you off his lap. You rushed to get back on your feet, stumbling slightly. “Spy, what the hell are you doing?” you asked, glancing at the desk in disbelief.

“I believe I was quite clear.”

“You can’t be serious!” you said, exasperated and baffled by the situation that was unfolding before you.

Spy took you by the chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “You are being a petulant little brat.”

You bristled. “I am not!” Ironically, that may have been the most ‘bratty’ thing you could have said at the moment.

The two of you stared at each other for a while, stuck in a kind of stand off before Spy sighed and his gaze softened. “Are you truly uncomfortable with this, darling?” he asked. “I won’t do anything to you that you do not agree to.”

“No, it’s not like I’m scared of a little pain.” You thought it over for a moment. Once your initial shock had been pushed aside, it didn’t really seem all that bad. “It’s just kind of humiliating.”

“Of course. Punishment must by necessity be at least a little unpleasant.”

Well, you supposed that made sense, and even you had to admit that some of your actions had cost you some pretty vital battles over the past few days. Everyone had been in a less than pleasant mood because of it, and if there was a chance this unconventional method of ‘correction’ could end your team’s streak of losses, then it was worth a shot. A few swats to your ass couldn’t be that difficult to endure, right?

“I’ll do it, if it’ll make you feel like you’ve ‘fulfilled your duty as a lover,’ or whatever,” you said, struggling not to roll your eyes as you quoted his own words back at him. You turned, bending over the desk and shifting your weight side to side. You craned your neck to shoot him a wicked smile. “You can even enjoy the view while your at it-”

The first spank came down hard before you could finish your sentence. You cut yourself off with a shout, covering your mouth the moment the sound escaped you. Your face flushed, embarrassed at how strongly you had reacted. Spy grinned, however his tone remained even and calm, almost nonchalant.

“I believe ten swats will be sufficient, assuming we don’t have to start over.” Before you could ask what exactly would require him to start over, a second spank made you jump. Instinctively, you tried to squirm away from the impact. Spy’s other hand immediately pressed down on the small of your back, keeping you in place. “Stay still, darling. Reste calme. This will be easier if you obey.”

“Fuck, this is ridiculous,” you said, trying to distract yourself by seeing the humor in this situation. Spy delivered a third spank without hesitation. You were more prepared for it this time, biting your lip hard to keep from crying out again.

“Perhaps I need to curb that snarky mouth of yours as well,” he said, clearly unamused with your commentary. Having not learned your lesson, you opened your mouth to speak once again, only for your words to turn into a harsh moan as a fourth swat rained down on you. A fifth left you gripping the edges of the desk.

“That’s it, hold on if you must. You’re taking this quite well for your first time receiving such punishment.” That was the first bit of praise Spy had offered you since starting this whole ordeal. “We’re halfway done now.”

“Only half?” Your voice trembled. You weren’t sure why this was affecting you so much. It hurt, yes, but you had endured pain far worse. This should not have been making you shudder and whine. It was only upon the sixth swat that you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, your eyes going wide as you finally recognized that familiar feeling blossoming between your hips.

On the seventh, you began to pray that Spy would interpret your moans as sounds of pain, because there was no holding them back anymore. You pressed your forehead against the desk, clamping your lower lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to quiet yourself. That only resulted in your moans turning into shaky whimpers as you rode out the final moments of your punishment.

There was no denying that you were quite disappointed when it ended. You stayed bent over the desk for a while, hiding your bereft expression from view. Spy’s hand still rested on the small of your back, a small assurance that he was still there. He stayed quiet, letting you sit up at your own pace. When you did finally get up your eyes remained glued to the desk for a while as you tried to quell your arousal.

“Look at me.” Spy’s words were soft, but stern. Reluctantly, you turned to face him, hoping against hope that your blush had calmed down, even though the heat in your cheeks proved otherwise. You were met with a surprisingly tender smile and Spy reached out to brush his thumb over your chin. “You did wonderfully, my darling. Come, let me kiss you.”

Now that was an order you were eager to follow. You pressed your lips to his, gripping the lapels of his suit, pulling him close. Your bodies were flush against each other, but it still didn’t feel close enough. You wanted him inside you, you wanted it so badly it hurt- or maybe that was just the lingering sting from your punishment. Whatever it was, it caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. When you finally broke for air, your gasp came out as more of a sob that you tried and failed to stifle.

“It’s alright, don’t hold back,” Spy whispered, moving from your lips to kiss your cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “Crying is natural after such an experience.”

You sniffed, trying to keep some composure even as tears fell and dotted the expensive fabric of Spy’s suit. He took off the jacket, letting it drape off the edge of a nearby chair. You weren’t sure why, but some strange combination between the lingering sting of the spanks and the sight of Spy removing his clothing sparked something in you. Without thinking, you began to tug at the buttons of his undershirt.

Spy made a soft sound of surprise, but you kissed him before he could say another word. You didn’t want any interruptions, not yet. Still, you eventually had to draw back for air. Spy chuckled as you unfastened the final button, splaying your hands over his chest. “I’m starting to think this was a bit too enjoyable for you, mon amour.” You shushed him, raking your nailed down his chest. He gasped, but quickly regained his composure. “I wasn’t aware I had a masochist on my hands. I would have chosen a different method of punishment otherwise-”

You kissed him hard, shutting him up once again. Clumsily, you began to pull at his belt and slacks. You were working blindly, but slowly, the belt came loose. Spy jerked against you roughly when you finally wrapped a hand around his cock. You weren’t gentle, pumping him fast and feeling him harden in your grasp. He moaned against your mouth and you felt a hint of pride at getting such a reaction out of him, no matter how brief. Your little power trip wasn’t going to last long, though.

Gloved fingers tangled into your hair. You hummed, enjoying the gentle touch on your scalp, until Spy suddenly tightened his grip and pulled hard. Your head tilted back and you winced.

“Ouch! God, what was that for?” you asked, glaring at him and rubbing the back of your head.

“I was just reminding you who is in charge here.” Without another word, Spy leaned in to kiss your now exposed neck. You shivered, feeling him suck the skin hard before pressing his lips tenderly against the new red mark. He was going to leave bruises, you were certain of it.

With a huff, you pulled away, feeling his hold on your hair loosen enough for you to move. “Fine,” you said, turning around to face the desk again. You leaned over, bracing yourself on your elbows and swaying your hips subtly. “Go on, take charge, Sir.”

Spy laughed, but you also caught the slightest hitch in his breath. You knew he loved it when you referred to him with such authority. A well placed ‘Yes sir’ was a weakness of his that you often took advantage of. Your pants and underwear were quickly yanked down, leaving your lower half exposed. You held back a whimper as Spy began to caress your still very sore ass.

“Such a lovely red,” he said, speaking as if he was admiring a work of art. You had no doubt the red he spoke of was akin to the hue adorning your face as well. You leaned your forehead on the desk, hoping the coolness of the wood would ease the flush.

It was only when you felt a finger prodding at you that you lifted your head. Your eyes went wide and you almost laughed when you realized the finger was noticeably slick. “What the hell?” you said, realizing what the substance was. “Do you just happen to carry lube on you at all times?”

Your question was me with a soft chuckle. Spy leaned over, placing the bottle right next to you upon the desk. Sure enough, it was small enough to easily fit within the pockets of his suit jacket. “With a lover as ravenous as you, one must be prepared.” His touch left you and you heard him moan as he slickened his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up to your entrance. You tried to grind against him, but he pulled away with a huff. “Control yourself, darling.”

He pushed in at a painfully slow pace. When he finally hilted inside you he stopped, holding himself there. His hands wandered from your hips up to your waist. You squirmed and whined. “Come on, move! Move, please!” The grip on your waist tightened, and you went quiet.

“This is the kind of behavior that we just dealt with, my dear. I won’t say it again- be patient.” You scowled, mostly because you knew he was right. He was giving you time to adjust. The last thing you needed was to hurt yourself. That was a type of injury you most certainly wouldn’t want to explain to Medic.

So, you muffled your complaints, biting your knuckles until you felt Spy begin to reward your display of restraint. His hands tightened around your waist again, but not in warning. It turned out you just made for great leverage as he began to thrust faster. “Fuck,” you gasped, feeling his hips smack against your ass.

“You’re still sensitive.” Spy ground his hips against you, making you whimper. “But you enjoy how it feels, don’t you? The pain mingled with the pleasure. You enjoyed being spanked.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a scream when another swat suddenly came down on your ass. You clamped your hands over your mouth in shock, certain that if anyone was nearby, perhaps even down the hall outside the smoking room, they would have heard you.

“Oh my, who knew you could make a sound like that?” Spy said. You could practically hear the smirk on his face from the way he spoke. “My very own bratty little masochist. I should have known you would like this.”

He was going faster. You weren’t even sure when he began to speed up, or when you had laid out flat against the desk. At some point your arms had buckled under you, leaving your cheek pressed against the hardwood. You hoped you weren’t drooling too much. That would be even more embarrassing than the high pitched shrieks that followed every fresh swat that Spy delivered. It was so much more intense without the barrier of clothing in the way.

After a while, even the embarrassment began to fade. You felt high on the pleasure, high on the pain. You weren’t sure which you liked better. Perhaps it was the combination of the two contrasting sensations that created this unique, foggy, dream-like state you found yourself in. You never wanted to lose this feeling. Your whole body was beginning to feel hot, overwhelmingly hot, and a familiar, tight coiling in your stomach signaled that your climax was fast approaching. All good things must come to an end at some point.

You clawed uselessly at the desk, scrambling for purchase on anything within your reach until Spy’s hands clamped around your wrists, pinning them. “Try not to scratch up my desk, love.”

“Spy, I’m close!” You weren’t even sure if Spy would be able to understand you through your moans. “Fuck, I’m so close, please!”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

Spy’s response stumped you, and you began to stammer. “What? What do you mean?”

“You heard me, darling. I already warned you, I will not repeat myself.”

You shuddered. Spy’s pace had slowed again. He was keeping you right on the edge. Your body screamed for release, but even now, you knew it was a release that you hadn’t earned. “I don’t,” you sobbed. “I don’t deserve it, but I can be good! I’ll earn it, just please, please let me come, sir!” The words coming out of your mouth should have humiliated you, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that promised blissful feeling that was being held just out of arm's reach, so close you could practically taste it.

“At least you are capable of honesty.” You barely noticed the tremble in Spy’s voice, the barest hint that he wouldn’t last much longer like this either. “Go on, you can stop holding back, mon ange.”

His words were like the pulling of a trigger. Your body shuddered beneath him. It took a moment for you to realize that elated, keening noise you heard was coming from your own throat. Spy’s grip held steadfast even as you strained against him, trying to squirm and writhe. Tears pricked at your eyes as your climax overwhelmed you. Your legs trembled, threatening to buckle as Spy continued to rut into your spent body without pause, chasing his own release. Mercifully, he finished soon after you, albeit much softer. He moaned against your ear, leaning his weight upon you for a few moments until you groaned, having been essentially squished against the hard surface of the desk.

“Ah, my apologies, love.” Spy got off of you, being exceedingly careful as he withdrew. You were trembling so much that he was certain you would collapse without his support. “Steady now,” he cautioned as you slowly sat up and took a few shaky steps away from the desk, leaning heavily on him.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “That was really good.”

Spy chuckled. You were never the most articulate person post-orgasm, but you were certainly the most honest. He pulled you in for a quick kiss, feeling your lips curve upward, smiling against him. “Darling, you enjoyed that far too much for it to be considered a proper punishment.”

Your face fell. “Oh. Do I need to have a ‘proper punishment’ now?”

Spy thought for a moment before coming to a decision. “Non. I believe a different method may improve your behavior much quicker.” He leaned in, his breath tickling your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. “If you promise to keep your focus in battle, I’ll fuck and spank you like that after every victory. Does that sound reasonable?”

You had to keep yourself from outright moaning at the very thought. A deep breath steadied your nerves just enough for you to respond with a nervous laugh. “Every night? I don’t know if I can manage that.” Oh, but you wanted to try. You very much wanted to try.

Spy smirked, reading you like a book. “Such an eager little thing. You will manage just fine.” He kissed your forehead before swatting your sore ass one last time, appreciating the way you yelped and practically jumped into his arms on instinct. “I have every confidence in you, petite fleur.”

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Weak Spot - Chapter 54

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I just think they're neat: chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

I am here again to shout out @mothmans-left-nipple with whom I joked about this chapter's concept, here it is in all its silly glory!

Also available on Ao3

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Tucked in at the man’s side, you covered your mouth to stifle your excitement if only for the other diner’s sakes. They too had gone through the upscale absurdity of checkpoint after checkpoint of posh. It was the tax to pay from having your coats taken to your reservation being scrutinized. You were evaluated from the moment you stepped foot inside the building to when you were being led down an intimate hall. It was only then that you were granted true access and left alone in an exclusive dining space. A very specific sort of humiliation you weren’t sure you were ever going to get used to, you did at least enjoy the decor. There had to be something about the lights, angled just so, that illuminated each table in an ornate woven tapestry.

From white tablecloths to cherry wood accents, the silver on the table glittered around place settings crafted especially for you. Your chair had been pulled out once, a nod to your passing, and you took a careful seat. If you perched on the edge it almost felt like you were meant to be here. All a charade, you knew, but you played your part as your companion took the seat next to you and continued to titter.

“When he sings La Vie en Rose!?” Hypno gushed.

“It has to be in French! They have the English version on the soundtrack!”

“The soundtrack!!” You could almost see a heart appear in the magician’s throat.

For anyone around, they probably imagined the two of you were on a date.

A waiter came around to take drink orders and, in passing yours off, you saw your actual boyfriend.

Looking very much like he and Warren were the unwilling participants here as a guise for you and Hypno to go out, that wasn’t so far from the truth. Donnie currently appeared to be trying his best to dissociate while Warren made kissy faces at his reflection in a soup spoon.

“We get it. You both like the show. You’ve been talking about it for hours now.” Warren winked at his visage before dropping the spoon like a weapon in hand.

“Well maybe if someone would watch it with me…” Hypno turned his snout up from across the table.

“I sat with you while you watched it!” Warren swung his body and the utensil to lean on it as if it were a post.

“While you scrolled on your phone leaving hate comments.” Hypno looked, unenthused.

“You love when I destroy the confidence of pompous media influencers. They don’t even have journalism degrees and I’m supposed to listen to some half-baked baby who can’t afford a proper lav blabber about the news?!” Warren put on what you imagined he thought was a debonair face.

Hypno was equally nonplused. “There comes a certain point-”

Curling his wiggly body around the spoon’s handle, Warren crawled up it before seating himself in the bowl. With an alarming amount of skill, he then bent it back and aimed his makeshift trebuchet at Donnie.

“Uh…!” You piped up as your boyfriend didn’t so much as blink in the worm’s direction.

Warren took aim but as soon as he launched himself a ring appeared like something from a dog obstacle course. As soon as his pink body entered it, it jerked upward to scoop him out of the air.

“We said no magic at dinner!” Warren hung a furious limp above the table.

“We also agreed ‘no harassing our guests!’” Hypno’s eye twitched.

“Harassing!? I was trying to wake him up! What kind of etiquette is it to ignore such an esteemed dining companion?!” Warren bounced upright and placed a proud hand to his chest.

“And who would that be?” Donnie reluctantly emerged from wherever he was and flicked a bored gaze up at the worm.

Warren alit with fury and threw himself down toward Donnie.

Only Donnie's aura read smirk as he watched Hypno manifest a bunch of spinning rings in an attempt to catch his husband. With years of clear practice, Warren wormed his way through the onslaught, dodging nearly all of them save the last which clipped the tail end of his body. It caused him to spin wildly where Donnie only prepared at the last moment by picking up a napkin. He then used it to catch the worm as if he couldn’t stand the thought of touching him with his bare hands.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Donnie wadded the cloth and tossed it to Hypno.

“It unfortunately does.” Hypno sighed as Warren fought from within his sack before turning toward you. “Excuse us a moment?”

“Sure…” You bobbed an assuring nod.

Hypno gave you half a thankful smile for it and carried the Warren bundle away to have a stern talk.

“We can leave now.” Donnie didn’t bother watching them go.

“Try to be nice!” You hissed.

He waved down his body in demonstration.

“You agreed.” You quieted as the waiter came around delivering drinks.

You both waited for the man to leave before starting back up.

“Hypno is one thing. He is a contact and supplier. This? I did not agree to this.” Donnie gave the first bubbling simmer of a glower. “Not dinner with him.”

“Warren is…” You started out, but didn’t have a single defense.

Getting here had been a bit of a whirlwind.

Unlike Mikey who easily steered conversation to and fro, talking to Hypno was more your speed. Branching off from how easily the two of you interacted in public, you also quickly found you had things in common that weren’t related to mixed company. Chatting with him was like catching up with an old friend. Using a bit of his flare, you imagined him folding in like a card into your hand as if he was always meant to be in the deck.

It also didn’t help that you couldn’t shake your lonely read on the magician. Even as of late, with the addition of his villain’s group, he still seemed broken apart from any sort of support system and didn’t particularly fit anywhere. He was a simple man, who happened to be a mutant, with a craving for the stage, and a deep love for his husband. He had his pride, he had his work, and he said the man he’d married was the one who understood him best. From the way he described their meeting, it very much seemed like the two had found each other at some sort of low point. First rooming together out of financial hardship to eventually growing intimately attached, you’d been a little startled when Hypno had shared a wedding photo.

Warren Stone had, up until that point, been described as nothing short of a larger than life personality so when you were presented with a photo of a worm mutant, it was not something you had been particularly ready for.

You’d bitten your lip on asking about a size kink and was sure they made whatever they did work, on account of how smitten Hypno was. It was past that where you had difficulty keeping your mouth shut. You only knew what you had heard, but it seemed like more than enough. There had been mentions at the gala of Warren’s hard headedness which had been further cemented by the few comments you’d heard at group.

You didn’t like the way Warren treated Hypno.

You had first started out as sly as you could. You made attempts to look past first perceptions and Hypno was happy to talk about his spouse with the slightest prompting. It was only that, with each detail you gathered, your perception was souring fast. It all came to a head when Hypno had mentioned he’d been wanting to try a restaurant with a watercress salad that looked scrummy, but Warren found the plant to be repulsive. Immediately vetoing the entire option even though there was a whole entire menu for Warren to choose from that didn’t include said dish, Warren instead took Hypno out to some place they’d apparently been to a hundred times instead.

Hypno took it in stride.

You took it as a personal attack.

You would happily fight a worm for Hypno.

You didn’t even know if he had powers, but you didn’t care.

The hang out as of yet had been nothing short of a confirmation with no exact planning, but you’d invited Hypno out to the restaurant he wanted on the spot.

The surge of responses had been an avalanche of care, but somewhere along the way, the goal had shifted. Hypno felt indebted to you and asked if the lunch could be pushed in favor of an elegant dinner instead. Something where there was no pretense for mind control, he wished to redo your gala experience without the judgment of others. Finding zero fault in that, you’d agreed only for Hypno to say how splendid it was and say how he’d get Warren on board.

You’d stared helplessly at your phone.

How did you explain you hadn’t wanted the derelict to come?

You hadn’t known each other long enough for you to openly dunk on the man’s husband.

They’d been married for almost two decades.

You did not have enough information.

Hypno, unaware that you hadn’t replied since confirming dinner, told you that Donnie and Warren didn’t have the best relationship and to keep that in mind. He’d gone on to explain seating options before tossing the whole thing out and saying as long as he got to catch up with you then the night would be a success.

You’d approached Donnie without pretense and gravely told him the situation.

The look of disgust that sat on your partner’s face was one that lasted for hours.

There was nothing to be done to get Donnie to agree in that state.

You’d only waited earnestly until he had calmed down enough for a discussion and then approached him with how you felt their relationship was unjust. Your partner respected you enough to listen, but again, took several more hours until he could muster up a response.

It had been a bitter acceptance if only to see the two break up in real time.

That being another can of worms, you soured knowing the saying was forever tainted by the thought of having to deal with more than one blond headed plague.

In the span of a day, you were suddenly drowning in plans. There was yours, which had lasted all of five seconds as you immediately realized, for the second time, that their marriage was none of your business. You knew far too little to pass judgment which was doubly reinforced as you had a shuddering thought of having almost acted like the other turtles. You would be hands off in the matter. Your lips would be sealed and you’d act as a bystander at best. You were also Hypno’s friend. If you were to say, treat him like the gilded man he was, then it was out of your hands if it starkly contrasted with how his partner dealt with him.

The thought made you feel a little like you’d been tainted by Donnie.

It brought you to your boyfriend and his participation in the matter. You’d brokered what you’d realized and brought it to Donnie already knowing how he’d react. He had years of being treated like less than from whispers that were too loud to pretend to be anything else. His filth was shouted openly and though for a long time he’d relished and wore it like a badge of honor, that didn’t mean bitterness hadn’t crept its way into his heart.

He had his own plan in regards to the matter and only because you were going regardless of his attendance. He spoke of concerns of safety and there was something honest about his stark attitude that surpassed what seemed like paranoia. He reminded you that his walls would be up, this was a work adjacent activity, which meant that by proxy he’d be on a certain sort of stoic behavior. He’d only cleanly said he would curtail obvious cruelties, but his image was one you knew needed to be preserved. Details of the location were required as he made mention of insurance which was made all the more haunting as he chuckled to himself about a pattern.

You hadn’t bothered asking and only thanking him for cooperating the best he could.

He hadn’t accepted and instead urged you to specify who was in attendance if you chose to hang out with Hypno again after this outing.

You already figured as much, but hadn’t put together that Donnie was trying, in a roundabout way, to explain to you just how bad the worm was.

Donnie had hatred in his heart.

A simple fact, you never blamed him for it.

You just imagined yourself more easy going than him.

That was maybe why you missed the many seeds being spread as you joined the final plans which were ironing out details with Hypno. The magician had his own Donnie-like hook-ups that he’d joked about acquiring via mind control. Something you long knew possible of the man, you turned a blind eye to his not so sly comments and unfortunately skirted over more. There was Warren’s meddling with the date where there always seemed to be some excuse with whatever everyone else came up with. Once one was finally selected, you heard tale of the worm’s protests from service to chef, all while coming from a man who had supposedly never been to this restaurant before. Through Hypno’s funnel, the comments seemed more casual, spoken as if Warren had refined tastes and not in the tone of voice you would come to know from the worm.

Meeting the pair at the entrance, Warren had greeted Donnie with a single ‘you’ and introduced himself to you with an outstretched hand you’d tried to shake. In a flick, he dodged to instead place an ancient business card in your palm and told you that autographs were a set price. You’d only stared in a sort of revolted awe before Hypno had stepped in laughing awkwardly.

Things rapidly began to make a lot more sense after that.

In a silent fury, you had immediately gone to hug Hypno, which surprised the larger man, and couldn’t help but throw a glare at Warren.

The worm seemed not to notice as he asked to get this show on the road.

Speaking to his level of clout, he then proceeded to treat staff like dirt and paid little mind to the rest of his party as he took the first seat at the table.

You had gone from disliking the man to despising him which was only offset by Hypno asking you about the show you’d just watched. A man adept at diversion, you’d gotten swept up and distracted in your excitement to chat about it. Unlike Warren, Donnie had watched with you, but he wasn’t the type to analyze a show. His were bare bones notes on cinematography and spoke less about character’s actions outside of the obvious.

You loved him, but he wasn’t all that great for theories.

Hypno, on the other hand, was and that was the point of having a multitude of people in your life.

No one was so one dimensional.

Everyone was made uniquely with a full spectrum of experiences.

“… he sucks.” You decided, returning from the rehashing of events that got you here and shrank into your seat.

Donnie took on the faintest air of understanding and you could sense he disliked how you were sitting across from one another.

Already slouched, you made an obvious show of kicking out your legs under the table.

Donnie barely had to move for his shoe to touch yours.

“I’m good.” You gave a little sigh. “Want me to say you told me so?”

Donnie shook his head a single time.

“You’re quiet.”

Donnie quirked his brow a bare centimeter.

You stared for a long moment and saw he was insinuating more. “Hypno has really good hearing doesn’t he?”

“Hippos have multiple auditory channels.”

You lowered your head and resisted setting it on the table. “So he most definitely heard me just…?”

Donnie’s silence said he nodded.

“The one thing I was trying to keep to myself!” You bemoaned and grabbed your glass for an angry chug.

“It’s quite alright.” Hypno spoke from behind you and you choked into your drink.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re back.” Warren huffed, clearly unaware of the double meaning and jumped down onto the table. Inching back to his table edge that he was using as a seat, he tipped his head haughty and addressed Donnie. “Truce for our partner’s sakes?”

Donnie’s eyes didn’t widen, but his brows rose the tiniest increment in the old way that showed astute surprise. “Warren Stone.”

Warren perked up and openly let his jaw drop as he didn’t have any of the same inhibitions. “Did… did you… just say my name?”

Donnie only returned the gaze.

Warren balked and sank down in front of his plate.

Donnie flicked a gaze toward you that said his part was done.

You gave him a nod before turning up to Hypno who hadn’t sat down yet. “I’m sorry… I didn’t…”

“It’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last…” Hypno didn’t look at you, but tipped his head in a knowing way. “I had a hunch.”

“I just…” You felt the weight of what you had to say. “You have only ever been kind to me. I want that for you.”

It pulled the magician’s eye with a faint glint and he finally grabbed his chair. “You’re a sweet one. I’ve sung your praises repeatedly now so you know. Seems I can add ‘protective’ to the list too, it seems.”

You nodded sheepishly.

He tapped the seat before finally rounding into it. “If I were to…” He looked across the table and thought better. “Nevermind, I can’t say I necessarily understand, but I do know why.”

“I…. wish I could say the same…” You admitted just as another waiter walked up.

It awakened the otherwise incapacitated Stone who seemed especially intent on figuring out exactly what ingredients were in what dish.

With orders placed in spite of his nagging, the waiter parted.

“Still on this picky kick.” Hypno eyed his partner.

“I like what I like.” Warren scoffed. “Didn’t you ask me not to do this? Why are you badgering me?”

“I’m not.” Hypno’s hands rose up. “Making observations. Moves the conversation along!”

“Backhanded.” Warren spoke out of the corner of his mouth to no one in particular.

“Honestly!” Hypno grunted loudly and with enough force that you felt the air bounce from the table to you.

Warren made a little mocking face, but said nothing more.

“Oh…”

Your small sound pulled the entire table's attention.

Did they know?

They had to.

It seemed so obvious now.

The corner of Donnie’s lip turned up a centimeter in what you read as another cover for his smirk.

They didn’t.

Was this interfering?

You weren’t sure.

You also weren’t about to sit there for the whole meal and listen to them bicker.

You looked between the pair and Donnie who happened to be caught in between. “Hypno’s ready for a change of pace and you’re too set in your ways Warren.”

“That can’t possibly be-!”

“So, what else is new?!”

Where Warren threw you lazy disinterest, Hypno stared with parted lips at his husband.

Your heart sank.

“Warren…?” Hypno mouthed slowly.

“What?” The worm turned. “Oh, don’t give me those watering hole eyes! This isn’t breaking news!”

“I don’t…” Hypno fiddled with his napkin.

“So we’ve gone stale! It happens to the best of them!” Warren inched up onto his place mat. “Look at these two.” He held up a hand for you and Donnie. “I bet they go at it day and night. Am I right?”

You felt your eyes roll back.

Donnie looked down his beak at the worm as if he could eviscerate the insect with this gaze alone.

“I’m right.” Warren gloated.

“The other tables-!” Hypno rose with indignity.

“Table schmables! Hey, toots! Yeah, you with the wig.” Warren threw his attention to a neighboring older couple. “You two together?”

The woman in question startled. “Y-yes…?”

“How long?” Warren scooted towards her until he ran out of table.

“Ten years?” She looked at her partner who whispered harshly back about not acknowledging them.

“Ten…” Warren gave what was almost a sagely nod. “Got you beat by six.”

“Con… gratulations?” She leaned away from her partner, obviously curious where this was headed.

If it wasn’t for his size, you bet Warren could command a room.

Hadn’t his business card said he was a primetime news anchor?

That made his ridiculous phrasing make more sense.

If Hypno and Warren had anything in common, they were all about branding.

“Tell me truthfully.” Smashing a tiny fist to a utensil, Warren kicked up a spoon and held it out like a mic. “Do you wake up every morning and see the light of your life lying next to you or do you wake up and think: here I go, up to do this again?”

You heard Hypno’s shoulders drop.

The woman puffed up. “You can’t just ask-!”

Warren arched a waiting brow. “What was that?”

The beat of silence as the other diner’s listened in was deafening.

“T-that…! W-well…!” The woman looked frantically around her meal.

“Just say no.”

You watched horror spread on the woman’s face as she slowly turned to her partner.

“You… can’t, can you…?”

You watched a litany of emotions pass over the woman’s face before she tried to turn rage at Warren.

Warren was waiting with an expression that asked for it.

Her partner threw her napkin down and stormed off.

“Charlotte, w-wait!” The woman scrambled after her.

“A randomly polled New Yorker, everybody.” Warren bowed with his spoon and turned to the table.

Donnie’s face didn’t betray it, but you could hear his voice in your mind complain about sample size.

“That’s… how you see me?” Hypno spoke, a hollowed out man.

“You know I care, but the spark is gone! Need I remind you, that happens. It’s the way of love. You know what matters? I stay. I’m here. Every day!” Warren rolled his head and you realized the band around his neck wasn’t a segment of his body, but instead a wedding ring.

Hypno’s haunted face said this was all news to him.

“Look at it this way.” Warren created a box with his hands. “You know what’s good? Pastrami! The first time you have it? They made a scene in a movie about it! And you know what happens next? It’s still good!”

You abandoned Warren’s explanation to plead silently with Hypno.

You didn’t know for what, but he didn’t deserve this.

Your gaze didn’t reach him.

“And it continues to be good, but it’s not the same! You also don’t see me ordering anything else though, now do you? Because I love pastrami! Not some two-bit vegetable masquerading as parsley’s answer to wasabi! No! I get the same sandwich that I know is good!!” Warren shoved the centerpiece out of the way.

“So that’s that, then?” Hypno found a small breath.

“Obviously!” Warren reached his husband’s plate.

“Fall back on the old tried and true? Never wanting more?”

“More?” Warren crawled onto porcelain. “What more!? This is it, babe! Plain and simple! As good as it gets!”

Hypno’s lids lowered and you could feel the dark energy coming off of him.

Warren through all his neglect felt it too and his airs dampened ever so slightly even though he immediately tried to boost them back up. “W-what…?”

“Our food is here.” Donnie’s even voice sliced through the space.

You snapped to glare at him.

For everyone else, his face was the picture of neutrality, but you saw every single withheld cue that signaled he was having the time of his life.

This was exactly what he had hoped for of the evening and, in any other world, he would probably be openly cackling and taking souvenir videos.

Hypno turned his head away and it pulled your eye.

Warren looked horrified as he slowly rotated and scooted back to his place setting with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

The waiters appeared as soon as he got in place and, in a coordinated rotation, doled out your meals.

Out of the corner of your eye you also saw them clear the table of the couple that Warren had scared away.

Staring down at a dish you no longer wanted, you felt Donnie pick up his utensils to heartily dig in.

Hypno moved to eat next. “I suppose a beurre blanc would be too adventurous for you.”

“Sounds French and like I don’t care.” Warren responded bitterly.

“We bonded once.” Hypno opened his mouth and swallowed a bunch of asparagus stalks whole. “Over our love of commanding a stage. The awe in a crowd’s eye as you do the unexpected.”

“No, you bonded over that. I told you I stared at a crew and camera.” Warren fought against his knife and a steak that was larger than his entire body.

“But we both chased a high! You with your new stories and me with magic! We had audiences!”

“I had a fan club. You had a failing career.” Warren gave up and sank down his spindly body.

Hypno’s fists came down on the table so hard everything bounced.

Donnie was the only one who remained unscathed as he hoisted his plate and drink up before it occurred.

“So, that’s it then? You want to have it out now? When I’ve been asking you to therapy for weeks! You’d like to have a go while we’re at dinner! In public! With friends and colleagues!”

“Yeah, no because it would have been so much better at that loser’s club you insist on going to every week.”

“Lose-!” Hypno stood and his chair flew back with a force that took out the table behind him.

The people there were unharmed, but they screamed and scrambled as if they needed to run.

It created a chain reaction of diners fleeing for their perceived lives.

You watched a few of them go before catching on how your partner was almost done with his dish.

He was acting like this was an exciting show always meant to be served with dinner.

“Take. It. Back.” Hypno loomed, his face dark.

“Not a chance, big guy.” Warren wafted a hand dismissively. “In fact, I’ll say it again since you don’t seem to be catching the important headline. I think you’re wasting your time with those losers!”

“Speak about me how you wish, but you will not insult my friends!” Hypno threw his hand up and a dozen rings appeared in a threatening hover.

“Open your ears would’ya?!” Warren reared in sudden fear.

“Find yours!” Hypno roared and threw his hand.

Donnie stood with an easy swivel out of his chair as the ring sliced straight through the table.

Warren soared out of sight where you quickly lost his small body in the ornate room. Rings continued to fly and since the worm was their obvious target, you could imagine where he was heading. Scaling the room and up a wall, Hypno shored some curtains. Warren grunted with some random effort, but seemed to be faring well considering.

“Babe, come on!!”

“Don’t babe me!!!”

Donnie appeared by your side.

“S-should… I… get up…?” You wondered aloud to him.

Donnie glanced at where Hypno had taken a hard stance beside you. “You’re not the target.”

“This is my fault…” You whispered.

Donnie’s face softened the faintest amount.

In several clinks, Hypno’s rings fell out of the sky before he turned to you with teary eyes. “No, no! That’s not true! You’re…!”

You stared up at the magician.

He knelt beside you. “You’re the reason I’ve been able to break out of my funk! I hadn’t realized the lull I’d fallen into it! You have no idea what you’ve done!”

“You’re the cause!”

Before anyone could seemingly react, you heard Warren’s voice rushing wrath in your direction.

“I should have guessed! Since you appeared, everything’s been changing. It’s you who’s upset my daily lineup-!”

Donnie’s fist shot out just above your head and Warren appeared in his clutches. “I tried not to interfere.”

In a sickly snap, he ripped the worm in two.

He dropped the pieces onto your dinner and you scrambled backwards in your seat.

“Not at all…” Hypno sneered. “Good catch, mate.”

“D-Donnie?!” You spun around in your chair. “What-!?”

“He’s a worm.” Donnie sent a normal sized glare down at you that caused your nerves to flare.

Outside façade.

You mentally slapped your cheeks and turned back to watch in horror as one half of Warren animated like a zombie.

“How dare you!?”

You screamed.

“Now, now…” Hypno caught your hand. “He’s alright.” He threw a glance at his husband. “For now.”

“So, I’m the bad guy!?” Warren gestured down his body. “He ripped my tux! Do you know what I have to do to get a tailor!?”

Donnie oozed outright malice that said he would happily do worse.

Warren clicked his tongue.

“I loved how stubborn you were once.” Hypno patted your hand, but was clearly addressing the worm. “You fought for us.”

“I still do!” Warren threw out a tiny fist.

“You fight for what’s familiar!” Hypno turned to shout. “You fight for obvious comfort! You… Have you even seen how much I’ve flourished?!”

Warren grappled with several jockeying emotions before he bitterly looked away. “Your…” His voice dropped until it was nearly a whisper. “Your coat… has been more shiny.”

“I’ve been happier than I’ve been in years, Warren!” Hypno shook and you felt little droplets of tears fly off him. “I’ve…!”

“And what am I supposed to do with that!?” Warren rose up the length of his body. “You just up and left me behind one day while I-!”

Hypno stilled as the words hit him. “Warren…”

“Nothing! Shut up! It’s fine!” Warren had to use his arms, but he got himself turned around and clawed a few inches away. “Stupid body!”

“Warren…” Hypno released you in favor of curling his fingers over the edge of the table as if peeking over it. “Did… did you think I’d moved on?”

“No!” Warren grouched, nearing a midway point and stopping to pant. “This is dumb!”

Hypno put pressure on the table and it tipped.

“No! Hey! Knock it off!!” Warren scrambled to catch the table cloth, but slid openly with everything else.

You watched your dinner fall among a clatter of broken dishes.

You weren’t going to eat it anyway with the worm parts and all.

Donnie touched your back for a comforting weight.

Warren hit Hypno’s snout and glowered at his husband. “Fine… Just…! Pick me up at least!”

Hypno plucked the worm and held him high in the palm of his hand.

It clearly made Warren feel a little safer. “You… you… woke up every morning, same as me until… you didn’t. You survived another run in with those miserable turtles and tittered about some brain washed buffoon from the gala and then suddenly it’s like the sun’s shining for the first time? What was I supposed to think!?”

“What did you?” Hypno’s snout was still under the table.

“I don’t know!” Warren turned away. “So I followed you! I tried to catch the scoop, but you weren’t cheating! You were-!”

You leaned back against Donnie’s hand.

“You were… smiling all stupid and beautiful by yourself… Like you… smiled at me… I don’t know!” Warren shrank down out of sight. “I can compete with some floozy, but how can I compete with you?!”

Hypno lowered his palm down to the table where his eye level was.

Warren refused to look, but you could see him pouting with all of his lower lip.

“You could have said yes.”

“To what?” Warren flicked some debris off what was left of his jacket.

“Sure, I was fine to go at it alone, but I wanted to do it with you. That’s why I kept asking you to come.”

Warren blinked up a little. “You… you didn’t say it like that!” He rounded on his husband. “You would say things like ‘come eat this gross salad with me!’”

“And you could have said yes.” Hypno’s lids lowered in wait.

“I could have-!” Warren cut himself off and did a frustrated waddle in place. “But I don’t like watercress…!”

“And I still don’t like pimento cheese.” Hypno bounced his palm so Warren could get adjusted. “Some things don’t change; like my love for you.”

Warren stared at his partner.

“Others do and it’s up to you to decide if you’re going to fight that or work with it.”

Warren scratched the back of his head. “Life keeps going, huh?”

“It’s why the news updates on the daily.” Hypno’s snout lifted to show his smile.

“I’m… sorry I called your hokey hippie’s losers.”

“It’s a start.” Hypno gushed and gave his husband a smooch so large he looked as though he’d swallow him up.

“The hair!” Warren swatted, a blush on his cheeks.

With a swirl of his finger, Hypno fixed Warren’s coif.

Warren stewed before giving a lazy glance around. “This place stinks. I’m leaving a one star review.”

“I have…” Donnie approached the conversation and surprised every one of you. “… a secondary location prepared.”

“Ugh.” Warren gagged openly. “Overachiever much?”

Donnie stood completely stone faced.

Warren threw a glance at you. “Always thinks he’s the best with all his contingencies. This guy, amirite?”

You simply stared in response.

“Or-!” Hypno chirped, rising up to his full height and dispelling the awkwardness. “We can have a proper meal. For real this time?”

Warren stuck a finger into the side of his head as if he was picking gunk out of his ear. “What’s the sitch, Berry Bad guy?”

Donnie’s beak scrunched a near indeterminable amount. “Something less elegant.” He glanced down at you.

You looked back up openly and smiled.

“Tacos.” Donnie told you and set his hand on your shoulder.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” Hypno cooed.

“Just like us when we were young and dumb.” Warren wrapped an arm around Hypno’s thumb as if to steer him. “They better have good barbacoa!”

“Their reviews are adequate.” Donnie held out a hand and led you out of your seat.

“Shame about this place.” Hypno glanced back where he was already walking away. “How many’s that make it, love?”

Warren hummed loudly. “Twenty something?”

“Twenty three.” Donnie followed without letting go of your hand. “In the past year.”

“That… what?” You checked in with Donnie.

“Place’s Warren and I’ve… reviewed.” Hypno chuckled from the front.

You shot a look at Donnie.

He passed you the barest turn of his head. “I phoned ahead days ago.”

“And they still let people… eat here tonight?”

Donnie gave a knowing micro-tip of his head. “They opted to update their insurance and go for a payout.”

You stared back at him with a frown.

“Easily thwarted.” He lowered his lids the smallest amount as if his offer to stop insurance fraud was a grand romantic gesture.

You bumped him and shook your head with a smile.

“Look alive!” Warren clapped where he and his husband were waiting at the elevator. “You’re buying as thanks! We put on quite the show! This is your future right here! Take notes and get used to it!” You didn’t have to send Donnie your worries because you could feel them through his grip.

La-la-love and thanks to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

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Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 9

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/149190919

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8

Leaving the N109 Zone is no less dangerous than entering it. I learn this much as Xavier transports us through the menacing metropolis using his Evol. Even my partner, who is not afraid of anything, is on high alert. His body is tense, his brow furrowed, and sweat beads on his temples. His eyes move restlessly as he transports us from place to place, as though he's searching and preparing for an attack at any moment. He moves with relentless purpose, not taking any breaks or giving me a chance to breathe.

For me, all of it is blinding and disorienting. I struggle to make sense of where we are or what direction we are moving in. Though it's only been days since I came here, after being in the darkness for so long, Xavier's Evol hurts and stings at my eyes. It's bearable at first, but soon I'm so dizzy I might pass out. My breathing turns fast and labored, my arms shaking as they cling to Xavier's neck for dear life.

Finally, after what seems like an endless series of jumps through the light, he sets me down so I can walk. But, I can't follow him. I stumble and rub at my eyes as they struggle to adjust.

"Xavier," I gasp. "Wait. Please, slow down."

I hear footsteps as he approaches me. His hands settle on my shoulders.

"Is it the light?" he asks in a low monotone I'm not used to. I reach out my hand, trying to figure out where he is as white blotches dance in my vision. "Wear this for now," he says, and I can finally place why he sounds off. It's not the way he normally speaks when we're together. It's his Hunter voice, the one he uses when we're fighting Wanderers and our lives are in danger.

I hear the tearing of cloth. A breeze as he bends down in front of me. I start when I feel something brush against both sides of my face. When I try to back up, he tugs me forward.

"It's alright," he promises. "Trust me." He wraps something around my head, helping me feel it with my fingers when it's finished.

"A blindfold?" I ask.

"It should help until we get to the next checkpoint. Keep your eyes closed."

I gasp when he lifts me up again. With that, the jumps continue. He's right, though. The blindfold does help. At the very least, my eyes aren't fighting to adjust to a light as blinding as the sun. Xavier's Evol feels different after this most recent encounter. Its presence is stronger, more aggressive. No doubt it has something to do with the breaking of the collar around his neck. Xavier's never spoken to me about it before, and I never pried. Yet, Sylus seems to believe that it's some kind of handicap.

"We're here," he tells me as he sets me down.

The checkpoint Xavier was referring to is an abandoned safe house. Though I can't see where we land, I hear the ping ping ding of a familiar keypad as Xavier types in the code to enter it. I've been in enough of these to know the distinct sound, though I'm surprised to discover that the Association would have built these in a No Hunt Zone. I guess that the borders between these zones and areas managed by the Hunters aren't as well defined as I had been taught to believe.

I hear faint humming when the bunker security pad accepts the code. Xavier removes my blindfold as the internal steel lock thuds and rotates inside the four inch thick door. Bullet proof, blast proof, pretty much everything proof. Once this door is closed, nothing can get in. I blink experimentally. At last, I can see him somewhat clearly. As we enter the bunker and shut the door behind us, I examine the main control hub. It's a large touch pad riveted into the wall in the entryway.

Status: Inactive

Safe House Charge: 12%

WARNING: Critical power failure imminent. Remaining hub power estimated at 13 hours and 3 minutes.

"This thing is almost dead," I comment.

Xavier makes a sound of agreement. "It charges with the sun or via replacement of its energy source. Neither are readily available." He flicks a switch to turn on the emergency lights. It's a series of tiny blue bulbs stretching in a cord around the perimeter of the single room. They'll use less power than the full fledged lights. While he takes his blade off his back, I check the sink for running water. Fortunately, it's clear and doesn't have an odor.

"Filtration system must still be good," I say. "How long will we stay here?"

"Just a few hours."

Walking back to Xavier, I grimace when I see the state of his clothes. Concern wells up in my chest. I try to get him to face me, but he dodges out of my reach.

"Wait, Xavier. Please stop," I demand, grabbing at his arm. It's bright enough for me to see the splotches of blood all over his uniform and hair. "Let me see. You're injured. You need first aid."

"I'll be fine," he says in that same harsh monotone from earlier. He pulls back when I resist. I'm not ready for it, and he ends up jerking my injured arm so hard that I yelp in pain.

His head snaps around to look at me; the transformation in him is immediate and disorienting. Frozen cerulean eyes widen in surprise, pupils shrinking and honing in on me. He raises his hands to reach for me, the tension in his core seeming to dissipate all at once. His lips part, and the next time he speaks, it's the Xavier I've grown so fond of.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, placing a hand against my arm. It's a touch as gentle as a spring breeze. "Let me look at you. Where are you hurt?"

"You first," I glare at him, refusing to let his puppy eyes sway me right now. I point to a nearby chair. "Sit. Right now."

Like a chameleon, he shifts again. His blue eyes narrow, the line of his mouth straightening into pursed disapproval. He complies, but it's not in the way I expect. Looping an arm around my waist, he sits in the chair and pulls me to stand between his legs. I catch my balance by placing both of my hands on his shoulders.

"The last time I listened to your request, you nearly died," he grinds out, each word like a blade meant to slice at me.

"That was--" I try to breathe past my shock. "We had to help Tara. It was an emergency."

"I heard you screaming," he cuts in without a shred of mercy. "You were begging for death."

I shudder, his words bringing back memories I don't want anything to do with.

"Do you know what that did to me? I could do nothing...nothing at all..."

Have I ever seen his eyes so dark? Is it the light? Or something else? Right now, with his voice as low as a building earthquake and some kind of shadow lurking in his gaze, I can hardly recognize my friend and my partner.

"But you did," I rush to contradict. "You came for me. You're here now, taking me back to Linkon."

Even sitting, he's only marginally shorter than me. He leans forward in his seat. For a moment, I'm stunned as our faces are so close they're almost touching. Beneath my hands, his body is blazing hot and firm. His hands remain around my waist, and I can't explain why I'm suddenly so aware of them.

"I heard it all," he says, his eyes holding me immobilized.

My ears burn at those words for too many reasons to name. Somehow, my mind doesn't stop at what happened with my injuries and the LUMINIS. It goes farther, to what happened at the mansion with Sylus. In his room; in his bed. Instinctively, I shut my lips tighter. Surely, I'm overthinking it. There's no way Xavier could possibly know anything about that. Not to mention -- what the hell is wrong with me, thinking about something perverse in a moment like this?

Xavier is trying to tell me that he's hurting. That this experience was traumatic. That's what I should focus on. Comforting him. It's my duty as his friend and partner.

"The LUMINIS spilled on me," I explain in a strained voice. "It was very painful. I didn't know that one of the side effects could be...um...Xavier?"

Without breaking eye contact, he brings his fingers to the zipper of my jacket and unzips it part way. Something about him is off. Really off. My hand snaps to his, stopping him. His skin nearly burns me, as does his gaze. I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat.

"Who is he to you?" Xavier demands. I shudder at the way he says that. Frigid as an icy dune. Threatening. Menacing. His sharp eyes slide to my red ears, and he doesn't need to say Sylus's name for me to understand that he's the one in question. I grit my teeth. The hand on my waist slips lower, almost to my hips. I hold my breath, not quite grasping the situation or the sudden strange atmosphere between us.

"Xavier, none of this matters right now," I mumble. Forcing myself to snap out of my stupor, I press my hand to his forehead. "You're burning up."

"It does matter," he insists, ignoring me. "I shouldn't have left you that night. I've never regretted anything so much in my life."

This time, the pain comes through his voice, and my heart goes out to him. I feel even more stupid for thinking of ridiculous things at a time when he's obviously vulnerable. More than anyone, I know how protective Xavier is of those he cares about. I've never ever pried into his past, but I've always had a feeling that something terrible and tragic happened in his life. It's made him a little cold and distant, made it harder for him to bond with others. Made him much wiser than the youthful beauty of his countenance.

Despite all that, we had bonded. I can't imagine how worried he's been all this time. If it had me in his place...just thinking about our positions being reversed makes me queasy. If he had disappeared on me like that, I would have been devastated. Terrified. I don't know what I would have done to try to get him back.

I'm a horrible partner...and a horrible friend...

"I'm sorry," I breathe. Overwhelmed with emotion, I wrap my uninjured arm around him and stroke his hair. I press my cheek against the top of his head. With not even a second of hesitation, he returns the affection in his own way.

I missed him, missed this completely natural intimacy between us. We aren't lovers; I don't believe Xavier would ever look at me as a woman. Yet, we'd always been intensely close, craving each other's company and physical touch. We held hands and hugged often. A few times, we'd even fallen asleep in each other's apartments while sharing a dinner or watching movies.

Ever since I met him in the ruins on my first mission as a Hunter, he's always been my starlight. That small bit of untainted magic that's so rare in my life. Tara was one such treasure. Grandma and Caleb, taken from me. And now, Sylus too. At the thought of him, my chest grows tight. I feel his absence like a void. Yet, now is not the time to dwell on it.

I push away my frustration at how abruptly we had to part ways. None of that matters right now, especially since Sylus went completely overboard in pushing my partner to his limits. He's burning up with fever, and who knows what breaking that weird collar did to him? He's cut and bruised all over, and clearly the last week has taken a mental toll on him because he isn't acting like himself at all. I'm worried about how stubborn he's being; I need to convince him to cooperate. It's my turn to support him and take care of him now.

"Thank you, Xavier. Thank you for coming for me. For fighting through all of that. I'm sorry you had to."

He hesitates before his hand continues unzipping my jacket. "Show me your wounds," he asks, his voice sweet and gentle again. "Please."

I pull back and cup both sides of his face, playfully and gently shaking it from side to side. "No way. I'm treating your injuries first. None of mine are critical, nor are they bleeding." His eyes soften, and he finally breaks eye contact with me to look away. I give him another shake. "Let me take care of my partner, alright?"

I don't know whether the faint pink on his cheekbones and ears is from the fever or my words, but I can't help but think that he looks entirely too adorable right now. Like a boy who has been thoroughly lectured. Oblivious to my offensive train of thought, he nods and makes a small sound of agreement.

"Alright," I perk up, "please take off your jacket first."

I look around the bunker for the first aid kit. Fortunately, everything is arranged in the exact same way in all of these safe houses. I find the grey metal cabinet in the corner of the room and take out an armful of supplies. The cabinet beside it has meal bars and nutrient blocks. I grab those too. By the time I make my rounds and return to Xavier, he's removed his jacket and undershirt.

I steady myself at the sight of his wounds. Scrapes, burns, cuts, and swelling that will definitely turn into nasty bruises. A few spots could use some stitches. My teeth grind together. Suddenly I'm furious with Sylus. None of this was necessary. Absolutely none. Xavier is the strongest Hunter I know. He's plenty powerful even if that collar was limiting him somehow. Not to mention, I'm not completely helpless either. I don't need some God-tier bodyguard running around with me. I can take care of myself!

"Scary," Xavier says, snapping me out of my daze. I glance up at him to see that his eyes are sparkling with mirth. "The look on your face is like the time when the claw machine got stuck before it dispensed the limited plushie you wanted." His voice and mannerisms are back to normal again, and I let out a breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding.

"I'm glad you think this is funny," I glare at him playfully. "You should be scared. I can't believe you were refusing to let me help you when you're this injured." Though Xavier doesn't explicitly reveal what he's been through while I was missing, I don't need him to spell out the details to see them reflected in his countenance. He's thinner than I remember, and there are deep black circles under his eyes. I regret not insisting on contacting him earlier. I should have tried to push Sylus to let me talk to him.

"It looks worse than it is," Xavier shrugs.

I don't let him mess with me anymore after that, coming at him full tilt with tweezers, disinfectant, and gauze. I get to work cleaning all of his injuries, removing tiny shards of glass, and wiping away dried blood. He winces a few times, but I'm honestly surprised that he doesn't make more of a fuss as I clean and bandage him up. Holding my arm up to do all this hurts, but I stubbornly push the pain to the back of my mind. I owe him that much.

While I work, Xavier and I talk about the last few days. He explains that UNICORNS has filed me as MIA after the disaster at the Mythe. Currently, the mainstream media suspects terrorism as the cause of the explosions, but no one knows the full truth of the events of that night. I need to report to UNICORNS right away. Likely Captain Jenna will be relieved to see that I'm safe, and we will absolutely need to reveal everything we know about LUMINIS. At this point, we have no alternative. It will be up to the Captain to take measures in order to keep the information from being leaked.

"They can't know where I've been," I tell Xavier as I cut the string after stitching up a gash in his arm. "Please. Can we make something up?"

"Why?" Xavier asks. A loaded pause. Then -- "So you can protect him?"

I flinch at that accusation and give a nervous chuckle. "The last thing he needs is my protection. No, it's...more for me than anything else."

It takes me a solid hour to clean and wrap all of Xavier's injuries, and by the time I'm finished I'm so exhausted that my eyes are trying to close on their own. I keep shaking my head to clear the murky bog out of my thoughts, but it doesn't help. Even munching on a nutrient block does nothing to clear my drowsiness. My shoulder is throbbing, and the pain is becoming impossible to ignore.

As I pack up all the trash and bloodied gauze, Xavier beckons me to come closer. When I pad towards him with a full trash bag in tow, he stands up and takes it from me, setting it aside. Again, I'm reminded of how tall he is, and with his body exposed I take a moment to appreciate how sculpted his muscles are. Somehow, that train of thought is quite invasive and embarrassing. I do my best to look away, angry at myself for ogling my friend.

"You promised," he reminds me, mistaking my shyness for reluctance. He's referring to examining my injuries.

"There's really no point in worrying about me anymore. I'll be fine."

His touch soft yet deliberate, he sits back down and pulls me to stand between his legs again.

"I won't accept that," he says, his straightforward gaze unsettling.

With a sigh of resignation, I let him take off my jacket the rest of the way and help me with removing my knitted shirt. Standing before him in just a tank top, I let him examine my stitched up shoulder and arm. I can't read what he's thinking as he slides his hand across my skin.

"It's swollen, and there's some blood." He reaches over to the first aid kit. "Ellara, you need to put this in a sling. Stop moving it or it's going to get worse."

I can't really argue with him, not when I'm so tired and in so much pain. He cleans my shoulder and puts some numbing antibiotic on it.

"Lean on me," he says as I waver on my feet. I do so, using his broad shoulder for support. "You were shot."

"Once or twice."

"And your leg?" His hand brushes against my knee. "You're limping."

"Things got physical after I ran out of bullets." I take a breath, remembering how frightening it was to fight for my life. "They wanted to capture me. Not kill me."

"Noxis?"

I nod.

"Do they know about the Aether Core?"

"What other use would they have for a single Hunter?"

Xavier thinks for a moment. "And the sample?"

"That vial of LUMINIS we stole from the auction spilled on me in combat," I tell him. "All of it." His eyes jump to my face, boring into me. "It hurt. A lot. I don't remember much except for the agony." I hesitate, unsure about how much I should reveal about the rest. "Sylus, he...saved my life."

"By kidnapping you."

"No. He was helping me."

"So you went with him willingly?"

My body tenses at his sharp tone. "Listen, I wasn't really in a position to make that decision."

"He should have taken you to a hospital." Xavier reaches up to run his fingers around the stitches on my shoulder. "This is going to scar."

Stitching a wound isn't something I have practice with. It will probably scar.

I shrug off Xavier's hand as his voice overlaps with Sylus's in my memories. "So what? I already have plenty of scars. We're Hunters, not models."

"You must be close to him if you're defending him this much."

I stare at the wall. "N-Not really..."

"You never did tell me what he is to you."

I wince when Xavier's grip on my arm tightens unexpectedly. I'm still reeling from his shift in tone again, so it takes me a good minute to realize that he's been staring at a very particular spot on my chest. A shadow crosses his face again, lurking like a viper in the brush. Without consciously deciding to, I reach up and touch the spot he's examining. It's right around my collar bone near my neck. I frown, trying to figure out why the skin there is sore.

The bike. The dark city view atop the forsaken hill. Sylus's lips, and teeth, and breath on me as he holds my hips and makes me scream his name. His voice rumbling in my ear, making filthy promises, telling me what I want to hear the most.

It's like someone dropped me into a frozen lake. My drowsiness vanishes in a puff of smoke. My heart skips a beat, and my face catches fire. I rush to push the memories back and away, simultaneously covering up the spot with my hand. But, it's too late. Xavier's seen it, and only an idiot wouldn't know a hickey when they see one. Not to mention, my face is so red you could probably use it as a stop light.

And the look in Xavier's eyes. The look. Like I've stabbed him. But, in this moment it's me that's being stabbed. The pain in his gaze pierces through me like a spear. My throat clenches tight, my hands curl into fists. Sweat breaks out across my forehead and my back. Who knew that eyes could hold so much at once? Accusation. Anger. And something else, too. Something I absolutely don't want to acknowledge for my own sanity.

I whirl away from him, my eyes scrambling around to find my shirt. I'm so mortified that I want to fall through the floor and never be seen again.

Run.

I want to run.

"L-Like I said, there's nothing to worry about. I'm perfectly fine." I take some steps towards the other side of the room, but I don't make it far. Xavier grabs my hand.

No.

No. No. No.

If he confronts me about this now, I don't know what kind of nonsense is going to come out of my mouth. I'm not ready to talk about what happened or my feelings. Sylus might think it's as simple as saying we're in a relationship, but what could somebody like me know about stuff that complicated? The most serious relationship I've ever had with anything is my favorite Betsy doll in my apartment, an object that's heard my emotional outbursts and absorbed rivers of my dramatic tears for years in leu of a friend.

I'm not in the mood to reveal our relationship to anyone anytime soon - Sylus's conviction replays in my mind.

Neither am I, but how am I supposed to keep a secret this big by myself when I barely understand the meaning of it?

I yank my hand away from Xavier, but he's always been a stubborn one, just like me. He tries to snag my waist. I turn to avoid him, but I'm so nervous I trip over my own foot. He catches me so I won't fall, and as a result I somehow end up with my face smooshed right up against his very warm and very naked chest. This is completely unacceptable by any stretch of the imagination, so I immediately shove him away.

Or, I try to. He doesn't budge.

"Xavier, please let go." A moment passes. Then two. He releases me, and I put distance between us. I don't want to look him in the eye. I don't know why, but I'm ashamed. Like I've done something unforgivable. My feelings have no logic behind them. Xavier and I are friends. We're partners. I don't owe him any explanation about my personal life. I don't pry into his business, and he doesn't ask me any uncomfortable questions. It's always been that way.

So why do I feel like something between us is stretched like a rubber band, ready to snap if I make a single wrong move?

A breath.

Then four.

Then --

"Ellara."

Low. Hard. Angry.

I keep looking at the ground, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Ellara."

A bit softer now.

My eyes sting, and I take a ragged breath to suppress my tears.

Footsteps. Coming closer and closer. A warm body stopping right in front of me. I stare at his boots now.

"Ellie..." The soft whisper floats to me like a feather on the wind. A hand reaches to caress my face but stops just short. He's never called me that before. Nobody has. Immediately, I love it. I want him to always call me that.

"Can I hug you?" he asks, his voice tense.

I nod, and he follows through, pulling me into a warm embrace. We stay like that for a while.

"You don't have to explain anything right now," he sighs. "Let's just focus on getting home, alright?"

I nod again. His fingers stroke through the hair at my nape. As I calm down, the exhaustion and drowsiness catches up with me again.

"What's the plan after this?" I ask.

"I have a contact waiting to pick us up at an exit point. He'll arrange for transport back to the city."

"Sorry for all the trouble," I mumble against him as sleep finally takes me by force.

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acatalystrising · 2 years ago

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A lovely anon suggested that I should write a Rebel reader x ROTJ-era Boba oneshot, and, well…I wrote it in one sitting 🤣 it was SUCH A GOOD IDEA I just had to! C’mon, forbidden love, romance, smut, angst…what more could I want??? I left this one a bit more open ended, buuuut we’ll see if I leave it like this lol.

Anyway, enjoy, this one does have smut: (piv, alight bondage elements, dom/sub dynamic) so minors beware!

Oneshot: Someday

You hated the lengths you had to go just to get some privacy.

Rebel bases, you found, were always overcrowded. It didn’t matter how many you’d been to, they all were the same. Granted, there was a sense of security and camaraderie in the closeness that helped boost morale, but you had a distinct feeling that upper leadership wouldn’t take kindly to your…partner.

If that was what you could call the person who had relentlessly hunted you down, and after a series of long, complicated events, became your lover.

You drove your speeder to the checkpoint, already ignoring your friend’s pointed look that rivaled the death star’s intensity.

“Let me guess, another ‘supply run’?” She crossed her arms, eyes flicking from you, to your speeder, then back at you. “It’s the second time this month.”

“I know, I won’t be long,” you shrugged, hoping she’d let you off the hook easy this time. “I’ll be safe. I promise.”

“You’re playing with fire, kid,” your friend pressed the button for the gate with a sigh, allowing you to pass. “It’ll only be so long until you get burned. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

You knew a thing or two about fire.

You adjusted the cloth wraps that hid the burn scars on your arms as you drove your speeder down the forested path that led away from the camp.

You knew she wasn’t fully wrong. You were all too aware that you were literally flirting with death, and yet, you’d found that death could be soft. Gentle, even. As well as incredibly passionate with hidden depths. Stars, you were sunk, and there wasn’t much you could do about it at this point. You had no idea how long the war would last, or if you’d even be alive tomorrow…so the thrill of excitement and danger was tempting. Too tempting.

It didn’t help that today was also an anniversary of sorts…one you didn’t look forward to.

You finally came upon the old abandoned farmhouse that you’d discovered on one of your first recon missions, wasting no time steering your speeder behind it and into the old shed that leaned just a tad too far to the left for your comfort. But at least no one else thought to look for you here.

No sooner then the moment you cut your speeder off, you felt the barrel of a blaster press to your temple.

Well, no one else…except for him.

“You shouldn’t lower your guard, little one,” a deep, familiar voice rumbled in your chest and sent chills down your spine. “You still flinch like a mouse.”

You turned in the direction of the voice, meeting the intimidating, helmeted gaze of none other than Boba Fett.

No matter how many times you’d seen him, your heart always skipped a beat, a wise mixture of fear and awe your initial reaction. How could you not? His armored figure stuck fear in hearts across the galaxy - and to make things even more lucrative, it was widely known that he did jobs for the Empire. That would not go well with your superiors…

And yet…

“How long did you wait here to jump me?” You crossed your arms and raised a brow, fearlessly staring into the black T-visor despite the tremor in your fingers. “That’s a lot of dedication.”

“I’m a patient hunter,” he finally moved the blaster, slipping it back to its holster with a practiced twirl. “Relax. I’m not turning you in today.”

“Pretty sure you’ve said that every time we meet,” you tilted your head to the side, giving him a small smirk. “Make sure to give me a warning if you change your mind so I can get a head’s start outta here.”

“Nice try,” his hands moved to your sides, lifting you from the speeder as if you weighed nothing. “But we both know how that would go.”

You didn’t fight him, allowing him to pin you against one of the wooden beams, able to see your flushed reflection in his visor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, daring to shoot him a smirk.

“It’s a shame you won’t give me any intel on the Empire,” you ground yourself against his codpiece, earning a stifled grunt. “I think I could make a rebel out of you, yet.”

“I don’t pick sides,” one of his hands curled into your hair, fingertips brushing against your throat. “They just pay more.”

“Some things are more important than money,” you reached for his helmet and he chuckled darkly, moving his fingers from your hair to intercept your hands, pinning them over your head.

You heard the snap of binders and flinched, despite knowing it was too late. If your time had come, there would be no escape. You’d come to terms with that months ago. You were entirely at his mercy, and while that terrified you, it was also exhilarating. He hooked your cuffed arms to one of the exposed nails overhead, freeing his hand long enough to rip off his helmet.

“On that, we agree,” Boba’s voice took a rough, ragged edge as his gloved hand dropped lower, stroking you through your clothing even as he closed in for a punishing kiss. “Thanks to your stunt, the Empire thinks you’re dead. So…you’re worth more to me alive. For now.”

There was a certain deadliness to his dark eyes, and yet it softened when he looked at you. You doubted many people knew how devastatingly handsome the best of the best was - and that was yet another secret you could pride yourself in.

“Hmm, sounds like such a bad deal,” your breath came in huffs as he rubbed tantalizingly gentle circles over your clothed clit, the anticipated pleasure already threatening to curl your toes. “You…you sure it’s worth it?”

He brought his fingers to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his, a proud brow arched as if in appraisal.

“It means I have you all to myself,” he pressed a kiss to your exposed throat with a near growl. “Worth it to me.”

A thrill coursed through you at this words. Boba wasn’t one for verbal affection, instead opting for shorter, more literal phrases. Sometimes, your secret moments together were short and rushed, other times, you had several blissful hours spent together. However, every once and a while, he surprised you.

It was even more surprising when he opted to keep you pinned to the wall, your pants thrown carelessly to the ground, breath snagging in your throat as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. And unlike some times in the past, he made sure you met his gaze - his dark, dangerous gaze, when he sank into you.

“Kriff, you’re tight,” he adjusted his angle to keep you supported as he split you apart, dirty little nothings slipping from his lips, some in Mando’a, which you still didn’t understand.

You couldn’t stop the moan from ripping from your throat when he sank further, striking that sweet spot that only he’d been able to reach. You felt something tickle your nose, and you opened your eyes long enough to realize that one of your arm wraps was slowly unraveling. Horror flooded through you, and you nearly choked, panic flooding your chest.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Surprisingly, his movements slowed nearly to a stop. “Talk to me.”

“N-no, it’s not you,” you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You’d spent quite a few intimate times with Boba, but he’d never seen your arms bare. “My arms, they’re…”

His gaze flicked up, and understanding flashed in his eyes. He pulled away, leaving you whimpering at the loss of him within you, and you watched him gently free you from the binders, lowering you to the ground.

“Here,” he steadied you before handing you the edge of the cloth, pointedly turning his gaze away as you fastened it back in place.

For such a cold hearted bounty hunter, it always made your heart melt when he showed you more respect then anyone ever had. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t need an explanation - but kept coming back to you anyway.

“Sorry, I just…” you glanced down at your toes, sorrow hitting your chest like a punch. “I don’t mean to be off. Today’s…well, linked to a memory I’d rather forget.”

Boba, per usual, didn’t comment - he merely gathered your discarded clothing and handed it to you, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Why don’t we take this inside?” He gestured toward the old house, then at your pants with a smirk that made your knees go weak despite your steadily growing emotional distress. “Don’t bother with those, mesh’la, I’m not through with you.”

It wasn’t until Boba was buried back inside you, your back arched against his chest as he unraveled you bit by bit, that he asked you a question.

“What happened?” He curled an arm around around your chest, pebbling a nipple between his thick fingers. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

You blinked, feeling a shudder ripple through you as his cock drug through your walls, breaking you further down.

“Oh stars, I…” you gasped, holding onto him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut, partially due to the building pleasure, but also the pain of memory. “I don’t talk about it. Ah - I just miss her.”

Boba didn’t ask who you were talking about. He didn’t even respond save for a deep hum, slowing his thrusts enough for you to be able to form concise thoughts.

“My best friend…she died when the Imperials set her house on fire.” Your gaze dropped to the ground, that ache once again battling the pleasure for dominance. “I tried to get her out…but…I failed. We were just kids, you know?”

He was silent for a moment, and you merely leaned against him, too world weary to move.

“Scars aren’t marks of failure,” he brushed your cheek with his fingertips, thumb trailing over your bottom lip before slowly trailing down your body, tracing patterns over your skin. “You did what you could. I doubt she’d want you to give up.”

You couldn’t say you’d had a million deep talks with the man currently railing you for all he was worth, but you sometimes wondered exactly what you meant to him. Perhaps you’d never know - but in this moment, you felt heard. And Maker, it was nice.

“Yeah…I know.” You swallowed hard, hand gripping his arm tighter. “It’s just a lot…the war, the pain, all of it.”

“Then right now, I need you to let go.” His tone turned commanding, deep and grounding. And damn, he hadn’t even asked to see your scars - didn’t try to impose on your safety. His fingers cupped your core, caressing your clit, and you whined, held securely in his arms. “Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, and you felt his lips curve into a grin behind you, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts until you were putty in his hands.

You let go, alright. And stars, did Boba take care of you. He didn’t slow until your third orgasm ripped through you, and only then did he allow himself to follow, spilling inside you with a groan so sinful it nearly made you come again.

You both collapsed facing each other, sweating and out of breath, and you noticed that he hadn’t made a move to get up or say he had to leave. Something about it stuck you as odd, and you regarded him with a small frown.

“Boba?” You waited for him to open his eyes, noticing, once again, that he seemed almost hesitant. “What’s wrong?”

Once again, he fell silent. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, his mind…you could tell.

“You’re almost as perceptive as I am.” He chuckled, but there was less mirth this time. “It’s…going to be a while before my next visit, ad’ika.”

Ahh, there it was. The inevitable day you had always known would come. You would have been a fool, to think this would last forever. In fact, it had gone longer then you’d anticipated. But that didn’t make his words any easier to swallow.

“I’ll be here.” You kept your tone even, collected…at least, you tried. “Where to next, huh?”

“Tatooine,” he slid closer, his scarred tan skin catching the light of the setting sun through the broken window. “Jabba calls.”

Oh, you hated this. Facing the separation from the one person in the galaxy who made you feel safe. Even if no one else would understand. If you could only do something…

“Join us. The Rebellion, I mean,” your gaze dropped to your fingers, lightly laced with burn scars too, and his hand enveloped yours, caressing the marks with surprising gentleness. “I know we don’t pay as much. But you could be with me. I’d convince them to trust you, I know it. That way…”

You bit the inside of your lip with a curse. You knew that wouldn’t work. Even if he chose to stay, the others wouldn’t trust him. He wouldn’t be given a chance, not after the many rebels he’d personally sent to their deaths at the hands of the enemy.

“You have your fight. But I’ll be back for you.” Boba’s tone was soft when he finally spoke. “In a perfect world, I wouldn’t work for scuggholes. Maybe someday, I won’t have to.”

“Then here’s to someday,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he chuckled, gathering you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours with aching desperation.

“Here’s to someday.”

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angelasscribbles · 3 years ago

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Bad Romance Chapter 21: Engagements, Planes and Confessions

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Multiple

Paring this chapter: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Word Count: 4,631

Song Inspiration: Follow You by Imagine Dragons

A/N: The Beaumont's are not broke is this series. Because it's so cringey otherwise and smacks of pimping her out.

A/N 2: This is another flashback chapter. The more I write this, the more backstory presents itself to me, so I pass it on to you.

A/N 3: I've noticed that when Liam is dominate most readers find it hot, but when Riley is, some readers feel bad for the guy. I just would like to point out that submission isn't about gender, it's about personality. Men can enjoy submission, woman can enjoy being dominant. In this fic, Riley is clearly a switch (meaning she can be either depending on the situation and/or partner she's with.) Liam is mostly dominate but a little bit of a switch, as we've seen. Max is completely submissive, he is not a switch. What's depicted here portrays a bit of that. These are BDSM terms, but this does not really portray BDSM. The sex itself is still pretty vanilla, with just a vague sprinkling of the D/s dynamic. (That's an abbreviated for a Dom/sub type relationship). Feel free to DM me with questions or comments. I know I push the envelope of what a lot of you are familiar with sometimes.

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

General blanket warning for series: Smutty, Lemony, Awful, Toxic Relationships with lots of cheating. This is a hot mess express; no one is happy, everyone is in love with the wrong person, every relationship depicted herein is generally and massively fucked up. You’ve been warned.

My other stuff: Master List.

Five weeks ago……

The knock startled him. It was late, he had been almost asleep. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the door, pulling it open with a yawn. His eyes widened in surprise, “Riley. What are you doing here?”

“Come on, Max, get dressed.” She said stepping into the room. She was holding two bottles of champagne in her hand, “We’re going to celebrate!”

His eyes narrowed, “Ok…” She sounded anything but celebratory.

“Let’s go to the place and do the thing!” She sang out.

“Really?” He asked, trying to clear the fog from his brain.

“Really!” She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

He glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight, but hell if he cared. “Give me a sec.” He told her as he quickly pulled off his pajama bottoms and got dressed.

They snuck out of the palace through the secret passageways and into the garages. She climbed giggling into the trunk until the car was through the checkpoint. They just waved Max through, but Riley would have been stopped and a guard would have been assigned to follow her.

Max pulled over around the curve in the road, out of sight of the palace. He popped open the trunk and helped her out. “That never gets old.”

“It’s like I’m a spy or something.” She told him as she climbed into the passenger seat of his Ferrari 488 Spider.

“I mean…you are pretty good at sneaking out of the palace. Are you sure you haven’t been getting pointers from Leo?”

She laughed, “No. But if you think I’m on Leo’s level, then I’ll take that as the high compliment it is.”

“So….do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet, that’s what the place is for.” She responded, then turned the radio up, “Could we put the top down?”

“Sure.” He lowered the top of the metallic red sports car and turned the music all the way up.

Riley threw her head back and whooped out loud. She kicked her shoes off then pulled a corkscrew out, opening the first bottle of champagne. She took a long drink then offered it to Max. He shook his head as he shifted gears, giving her a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

Riley turned sidewise in her seat, leaning her head on his shoulder and sticking her feet out the window, the wind tickling her toes as they moved in time to the music. She sang at the top of her lungs and drank champagne straight from the bottle.

The car took a turn off the main road and fishtailed a little. Riley was used to Max not slowing down for corners, so she was prepared and only spilled a little. His driving didn’t scare her, he hadn’t wiped out yet, she reasoned. Besides, she’d ridden with Drake and if she could survive his driving, she could survive anyone’s. He drifted into a tiny, graveled parking area and came to a stop. Shutting the car off, he turned to Riley, “Ok, blanket is in the trunk, let’s go.”

Riley handed Max the two bottles of champagne then tossed him the corkscrew, “Sorry to disappoint you, but no sabers tonight.” She grabbed the blanket in one hand and entwined the fingers of her other hand with his. They walked through the moonlight to the top of a small hill. Looking down from the hill, they could see the fence at the end of the airport and the planes on the tarmac getting ready for takeoff.

Max sat the bottles down so he could help Riley spread the blanket out on the ground, then they sat down on it.

“No picnic this time.” Riley said.

“Nope.” Max agreed, “I didn’t have any notice this time.”

“You always come up with the best adventures.” She told him as she took another drink.

“Yeah, that’s what you always tell me.” He pulled the bottle from her hands and took a swig himself, “Want to tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Remember the first time you brought me out here?” She asked as she took the bottle back.

He wrapped his arms around his knees as he answered her, “Of course I do. It was the night before the derby, and you were nervous about having to talk to the press.”

She handed him the bottle and flopped down on her stomach, grinning up at him, “Who knew watching planes take off over us would be so relaxing?”

“Me. I knew.” He sighed as he looked down into her face. She had been so entranced with the planes that night. It had become one of their favorite places to go when she wanted to get away from court for a little while. They’d stopped coming when she’d broken up with him to be with Liam. This was the first time they’d been back since.

Here comes one! Lay down!” She demanded as she turned over onto her back.

Max laid down beside her, crossing his arms behind his head. He turned his head to watch her face as the plane roared over them.

Her eyes were glued on the sky above them. The sound was almost deafening, and the plane was so close, she’d never been that close to a plane she wasn’t boarding. Especially while it was in the air and she was on the ground. She was sure that if she stood up and jumped really high, she could touch it. There was something magical about being so close to it as it lurched itself into the heavens.

The roar faded away as the plane climbed into the sky. Even though she knew it was an optical illusion, she loved the way it seemed to be standing still, suspended in the air above them for a while. She drew in a deep breath then turned her head to find Max watching her. “What?”

His eyes bored into her, cobalt blue like celestial fire glass, the weight of his gaze damn near physical. She shivered at the intensity she found there.

He rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, his touch feather light as his fingertips grazed her skin. “I love you, Riley.”

“What?” Surprise thrilled through her.

“I said I love you. That can’t be news to you.” His hand stopped moving but his thumb ran along her lower lip.

“You’ve never said it before.” Her eyes held his as every feeling she’d never spoken ran through them.

Max snorted, dropping his hand and rolling away from her. He sat up and his fingers pulled at loose threads in the blanket as he focused his gaze there while asking, “When should I have said it? When I first met you and you were sleeping with me, but still in the competition for Liam? I assumed it was just fun and games for you. I mean, it was for me too, at first. Then you dumped me for him, remember?” He glanced at her then away again, “Was I supposed to say it then? That felt wrong, manipulative.”

“What about after the coronation and all the shit that happened then?” She sat up, crossed her legs and focused her attention on his face.

He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them again. He looked up at the stars with a sigh, “That also felt wrong. You were going through hell, Ri. I wasn’t going to add my shit to it. I was trying to just be there for you, as a friend.”

“So why now?”

“I mean…maybe my excuses were all just that…excuses. It never seemed like a good time to say it. But at this point, not saying it is starting to feel dishonest.”

“You know I’m engaged to Liam.” She said carefully.

“I do.” He sighed again, shifting his gaze to her, “I was there when he made the announcement tonight. I’m not telling you how I feel because I expect anything to change between us, or to try and sway you away from whatever it is you’re doing with Liam. Or Drake, even, for that matter. I just…wanted you to know. You don’t have to feel the same way. You don’t owe me anything in return. I just feel better having said it than not, that’s all.”

“Max….”

“Don’t make it weird, Ri. I told you, you don’t have to say it back.”

“But I do love you, Max.” She said softly.

“What?”

“I do. And it’s so fucking weird, because I swear, I had never been in love in my life until I came here. Then I fell in love with Liam, and he stomped all over my fucking heart. Which, you’d think would make me revert back to my old ways, no commitments, always leave first, never get your heart involved, never let ‘em see you sweat, blah blah blah…. And that’s exactly what I intended, what I told myself, but then you…and Drake….”

She paused and lifted the bottle to her lips, tipping her head back as she took a long drink. Lowering the bottle, she whispered, more to herself than to Max, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Ok, I get that you’re having an existential crisis or something right now, but let’s not gloss over the important part. You know, the part where you love me.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of her at the expression on his face. It was equal parts happiness, teasing and disbelief. She shook her head as she tossed the empty bottle to the side. “You’re such a dork.”

“Did you just say that I’m adorable? Is that what I heard?”

She giggled as she became aware of the roar in the background, gradually getting louder. “Oh! Here comes a landing!” She shoved him back and threw herself down on the blanket to watch the plane as it dropped toward them, seemingly slowly at first then faster and faster until it hurtled over them with a rush of wind and sound, temporarily deafening.

“Wow! That never disappoints.” She breathed.

“No, you do not.” He scooted closer to her and leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She snuggled into him as the kiss deepened, the familiar sparks of electricity that she always ignited in his body trickled through him.

All he wanted to do was get lost in that kiss, but there were answers he needed first. He pulled away from her reluctantly. “So, are we going to talk about this engagement?”

She drew the cool night air into her lungs and began to talk. Shock crawled across his face as she told him what had happened.

She’d been completely blindsided when Liam had announced their engagement. An engagement that she’d known nothing about until moments before the press conference. She’d told him no in New York. But he’d come back home and filed the contract anyway. The contract she’d signed when she thought he loved her. He’d slid the ring on her finger just before he’d stepped up to the podium, and she’d plastered on a fake smile and climbed up onto the stage beside him.

Max had been in the audience, so had Drake, and she hadn’t been able to get to either one of them to explain things, to give them any kind of warning. Drake hadn’t even tried to speak to her, he’d turned and walked away while she was still on stage, and he wasn’t returning her calls or texts.

It had taken her hours to get free from the press and the well-wishers, not to mention the meeting she’d had to endure with the royal council after everything else was over.

But she’d know that, despite everything, Max would open his door for her. And he had.

“So I am, in fact, engaged to Liam, whether I want to be or not.” She finished, with a note of despair in her voice.

“Fuck, Riley. I’m so sorry,” Max shook his head in stunned disbelief, “That’s beyond messed up. I can’t believe he did that!”

“I can.” Liam had not stopped trying to get her back since the night at Madeleine’s estate when the engagement tour had kicked off. Being engaged to Madeleine hadn’t slowed him down one bit. Once he’d broken the engagement to her, he’d only ramped up his pursuit.

“Riley! Riley!”

The insistent pounding urged her out of bed. She pulled the door open, bleary eyed, to find Liam in the hallway outside her hotel room. “What the fuck, Liam?”

He didn’t bother to wait to be invited in, he just pushed the door open and walked into the room. She glanced over her shoulder at the bed. It was empty. Her eyes went to the bathroom door. It was closed.

“I have something to tell you. I broke the engagement with Madeleine tonight.”

“Ok….”

“Don’t you see? This means we can be together, I’m free to-“

“What about the scandal, Liam? Engaged to the ice princess or not, the council will never allow you to marry me with the scandal hanging over my head.”

“That’s the best part.” He crowed. He was practically jumping up and down, his body vibrating with happiness as he thrust his phone at her, an article from the Cordonian Star on the screen.

“Lady Riley Brooks/Lord Maxwell Beaumont pictures photoshopped!” The headline screamed.

She grabbed the phone from his hand, and quickly scanned the article, “What? Someone admitted to photoshopping the pictures? Who? Why? They weren’t photoshopped, they were real!”

“I paid someone to confess.”

“What?!”

“I paid him, a lot.” He said taking the phone back, “It’s not illegal to photoshop pictures, he won’t serve any jail time and the amount of money I paid him guarantees he’ll never take back his confession. Even if he does, it’ll be too late, we’ll already be married, and no one will believe him. Even if they do, I don’t care!”

Her eyes flicked up to him, “Ok, but-“

“Riley, love, don’t you see? The scandal is neutralized, my father has been neutralized, he won’t, can’t hurt us again and I’m now free to do what I want. I’m already king, they can’t take that back. We can be together now.” He reached for her, his hand grazing her shoulder as she jerked away.

“Oh, great, now that you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed by the fact that I wasn’t some fucking vestibule virgin-“

“I never cared about that!”

“Well, you sure could have fooled me! Once those pictures were published, you couldn’t put distance between us fast enough!”

“Because I didn’t know who was behind it and I had to protect you from my enemies! They had to believe I didn’t care about you so that you wouldn’t be a target, I’ve told you this!”

Riley sighed and rubbed her temples. It was the same old argument and he never seemed to even try and understand her side of it. She glanced at the closed bathroom door again and decided on a different tact, “It’s late, Liam, can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, ok, tomorrow? I can pick you up-“

“We’re going to Coney Island tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes, we! Me and Max, Hana and Drake-“

“Ok, I’ll join you! What time should I be here?”

She pressed her lips together in annoyance but in the interest of getting him out of the room, she gave him a quick rundown of the day’s itinerary.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, and then, the night after that, will you let me take you out? We have things to talk about.”

“Fine.” She agreed, mostly to get him to leave.

Once he was out of the room, she knocked on the bathroom door, “You can come out now, Drake, he’s gone.”

“So, what do you want to do about it?”

“What can I do?” She asked as she plunged the corkscrew into the second bottle, jerking the cork out and tossing it, and the corkscrew, to the side to land next to the empty bottle. She tipped the new bottle back and took several long draughts.

Max reached for the bottle, “Maybe you’ve had enough of that.”

“What? No! We’re celebrating, remember? I’m engaged! I’m going to be queen, I’m marrying the love of my life, right?” She took the bottle back.

“Riley…”

“What, Max? I should feel like the luckiest woman in the world right now, shouldn’t I? This is everything I wanted six weeks ago. Have you seen the size of this ring? This thing is worth more money that I’ve made in my entire life.” She held her left out to him as she tipped the bottle back with her right.

Max barely glanced at it. “You could break the contract….”

She drew in a shuddering breath as she fought back tears, “No, Max, I can’t. There are penalties for that. I don’t have money for the fees-“

“I do, you know you don’t ever have to worry about that. My family has more money than God.”

“I know and I appreciate that, but it’s not just that. I could be deported; your family could be stripped of their lands and titles-“

Max shook his head, “Liam wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know, Max, he might.”

“No. I’ve known him my whole life. There’s no way, he just not that-“

“You didn’t see the look in his eyes. I’ve never seen him like that. He was frantic, desperate. He’s going to do whatever it takes to get me back.” The hell of it was, if he’d been truly apologetic, she might have found a way to forgive him. But he was still steadfastly dug in that he had done the right thing. She sighed as she tipped the bottle back again.

“Hey.” He said as he brushed her hair away from her face, “We’ll figure it out. There has to be a way. You don’t have to have all the answers tonight.”

“You’re right!” She wiped her cheeks, thunked the bottle down on the ground next to the blanket then turned back to him with a smile. “I can think of better things to do.”

Max’s eyes widened at the expression on her face. “What? Now? Here?”

“Why not?” She asked as she crawled across the blanket to him. It was pitch dark and somewhere near four in the morning, there would be no more planes for hours. No one would see them. She wasn’t sure she’d care if they did.

Max froze as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. “I can’t think of a single reason why not. In fact, I suddenly can’t seem to think at all.” His hands landed on her hips then moved under her shirt and traced up her back.

Her hand sank into his hair and tugged him forward into a kiss. He leaned up into it, biting into her bottom lip, sliding his tongue between her lips, savoring the taste of champagne mingling with her natural sweetness.

He had some vague notion that he should object, that maybe she wasn’t in the right headspace for sex, but she stripped away all his hesitance, all his reticence along with his clothes. His shirt unbuttoned, the sides fluttering in the gentle breeze, his pants unfastened, she placed a palm on his chest and pushed him back onto the blanket.

“Good.” She giggled, reaching for the bottle of champagne.

“Riley, what are you-aaahhhh!” His back arched up off the ground as the cold champagne splashed across his bare skin. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“Don’t worry, I can fix that. Hold still.” She lowered her head and lapped the sweet, tangy liquid off his body, her tongue running from just below his navel to the hollow of his neck; her lips sucking and tasting every inch of him.

His head pushed back against the ground, low, soft moans spilling out of him. He pulled short, sharp gasps of air in and out of his lungs as his body began to tremble. Heat surged through him, belying the coolness of the night. “Can I touch you now?”

She stared down into his eyes as if considering the request then shook her head, “Not yet.” The longer she made him wait, the longer she denied him, the higher the anticipation climbed, the bigger the payoff would be.

She moved off him to slide her panties down her legs. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows and spread her legs apart with a seductive grin.

Crooking a finger at him she told him, “Come here.”

Max flipped himself over and positioned himself between her legs.

Riley picked up the champagne bottle again, “Want a drink?” She titled the bottle over herself and let it dribble down the crevice between her legs, the cold liquid a sharp shock against the warmth pulsating there.

Max caught it on his tongue as it dripped from her, lapping and licking up her folds, swallowing it, the taste of champagne mixed with her juices sending him into a frenzy of activity as he followed the trickle up to her swollen, rock hard nub.

Pleasure jolted through her as his tongue made contact with her clit. She tossed the bottle to the side. It made a soft thud as it hit the ground, contents sloshing as it rolled down the hill, forgotten. Both hands sank into his hair as she bucked her body up into his mouth with soft groans and gasps that built in intensity. “Fuck yes, Max! Make me scream.”

He sucked her into his mouth as his tongue flicked and pushed at her, until the universe burst open and she screamed out his name. Her legs wrapped around his neck and she held him to her while the orgasm finished pulsing through her.

He licked her one last time then pulled away, grinning, “I’m never going to look at a bottle of champagne the same way again.”

“Best use I’ve ever found for it.” She laughed as she sat up and leaned into him for a kiss. Lips still locked on his, she pushed him back onto the ground with the weight of her body.

“Pull your pants down.” She told him.

He quickly lifted his hips and shoved his pants down to tangle around his ankles, then lowered his body back onto the blanket and looked to her for further instructions. He craved her attention, her commands, he only desired to please her, his goddess. Obeying her was the most erotic thing he could imagine.

She rewarded him with a smile, “Good boy.” His compliance, his immediate response to her demands, his complete submission ramped up her desire to the point that she was already teetering on the edge again.

The deep velvety darkness enveloped them as she slid herself onto him. The music of frog song impossibly loud in the stillness of the night, the dark penetrated by the stars, bright pinpricks of light above them.

“I’m yours, Riley.” He whispered as she moved on top of him.

She ground herself against him then pitched forward to sink her teeth into his chest in an attempt to muffle her screams, to keep them from floating down to airport security below them. The strength of the second orgasm slammed through her and she whimpered into his chest.

She squirted, the hot liquid coating his dick as he felt her clench around him. He thrust himself up into her, fingers digging into her ass, as he exploded inside her. He couldn’t suppress the cry of ecstasy that escaped him.

Riley pulled back to look into his face, flushed, breathing heavy, eyes closed, lips parted and she didn’t care if it was a word usually reserved for women, she thought he was beautiful. She loved the way his face looked right after he came. It was pure bliss. She sighed contentedly as she rolled off him and collapsed on the ground next to him.

He turned his head to her, “I wonder if anyone heard us.”

She giggled, “What are they going to do about it, if they did?”

“I don’t know, but we probably aren’t supposed to be out here so late.”

“They literally can’t do anything to me, I’m the queen in waiting now, remember? Don’t worry, Max, I’ll protect you!” She laughed at her own joke.

His laughter joined her own, she felt it vibrating against her cheek as she rested her head on his chest and his arms went around her. Her fingers traced soft lines up and down his body.

They lay there, watching the stars for a while, then he kissed the top of her head with a sigh and said, “We should probably get back before we fall asleep out here.”

“Let’s just sleep out here.”

“I mean, I would, but you’re shivering, Ri.”

He was right, she was. Mid-September in Cordonia brought warm days and chilly nights. Besides that, the sun would come up soon and someone was bound to come along and find them. There was a playground just downhill from them and park maintenance made their rounds early.

“Fine. But I’m staying in your room.”

“You know I don’t have a problem with that. But aren’t you worried Liam will come looking for you?”

“I think he knows better right now. He said he’d give me a few days to, and I quote, calm the fuck down.”

Max shook his head, “I still can’t believe he did that, Ri, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Max.” She sat up with a sigh, “Just, thank you, for always being here for me, ok?”

He sat up and rubbed her shoulders, “You don’t have to thank me for that, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by your side.”

“I should have just married you, Max. Or Drake, even. I should have gotten married to someone else so that he couldn’t have filed that damn contract!”

“But you aren’t ready to get married, Riley. You barely believe in marriage.” He didn’t care if she married him, or someone else, or no one at all. He just wanted her to be happy.

“That’s true. I was doing it for him, because he needed to be married to ascend the throne and I loved him. I didn’t want him to marry anyone else, so I signed that stupid ass contract and now look. It’s true, what they say. No good deed goes unpunished.”

Max stood, stretched, then turned and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll figure it out, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Even if I’m married to one of your best friends? Even if I’m your fucking queen?” She asked as they gathered up the empty bottles and the blanket.

“No matter what means no matter what. I’d think you’d understand that by now. Besides, most royal marriages aren’t based on love. Affairs, taking lovers on the side is so commonplace among royalty that it’s pretty much considered a given. Hell, we even have an amendment to the marriage contract to formalize the agreement, that’s how accepted it is.” He answered her as they walked back down the hill, bodies bumping gently into each other as they went.

“What?” She laughed as the car came into view.

“Yeah, it’s called a Cordonian Arrangment.” He told her as he popped open the trunk and they deposited everything into it.

“Really?” She asked as she climbed into the passenger seat, “Tell me all about it.”

He did. He talked as he drove and an idea began to form in her head.

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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Mommy

Sub!Kuroo x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: cumshots, boobjob, thighjob/thigh fucking, idk how jva works, creampie(s), mommy kink, dubcon/noncon (no previous communication implied), somnophilia, cunnilingus, dirty talk/praise, dash of nipple play, use of ‘baby boy’ and ‘good boy’ for Kuroo

Working for the Japanese Volleyball Association wasn’t all glory and glam, but it paid well. Each day was another day to sift through paperwork and prepare for the National Team lineup members, with the next Olympics only two years away. Some members, like Hinata and Kageyama had already been informed of their eligibility and were a definite member, though they didn’t know of that yet. There would be someone going around to overview the Division 1 Leagues to see who seemed to be in the best shape to perform, which is why Kuroo was currently still at his office. Paper after paper of different members his employees had gone through and chosen, he got exhausted after going through just a few. Looking over credentials, he knew a few would have to make it — like Ushijima, who has been on the team before, or Bokuto and Sakusa of the MSBY Black Jackal team, with their power and technique. All of the candidates were possible, making Kuroo’s job harder as he had to choose which ones to send to the higher-ups. He was the checkpoint; who would pass this roadblock and continue and who’s dreams would crumble before they even began?

An alarm going off told Kuroo it was time to go home. He had gotten halfway through the stack, but he needed his rest. Movements were sluggish, muscles aching and sore from sitting in one position for a good chunk of the day. Glancing at his phone, the time read 1:37, making him sigh as he realized you’d probably be asleep when he got home.

The train ride home is quiet, almost gloomy as the dark rolling clouds move by, muffling the light of the moon shining down. Walking the rest of the way home, Kuroo can feel the weight in his shoulders getting heavier. Footsteps aren’t as fast, his head is held down, movements are numb as he enters the house, as silent as everything else. A sigh breaks that silence, his theory of you being asleep confirmed.

Trudging up the stairs, he opens the door to see an expected sight — the covers bunches around your waist as you hug the pillow close to your face, legs spread out with one bent. The night air is warm, which explains the lack of pants; only items on you are some panties and a loose tank top, but the position you’re in with those seem to have given him some newly found energy. Carefully entering the room and taking off his suit, making sure to be as silent as possible, he looms over your sleeping form. A disgusting thought overcomes him, a deranged desire to indulge in your body before joining you in sleep.

He’s concerned of how upset you’ll be if you find out or wake up, but he’s needy and you’re all his, aren’t you? He should be able to indulge in your body when he wants to, even if you’re too out of it to know. Prying sheets off your body, the clouds allow moonlight to seep through the curtains and silver beams give light to the previously darkened room. Your eyes are firmly closed, lips slightly open as puffs of breath escape them, head turned to the side. Once the covers are off and discarded, he’s rolling you on your back to admire your features more closely. The loosened fabric of the shirt makes it easy to droop, his fingers pulling the neckline down and hooking them under your breasts.

The material brushed over your nipples, the buds hardening under the fabric and encouraging Kuroo’s tired mind to continue. Straddling you, he’s discarded all of his clothes as he situates his cock in between your boobs. Letting his spit drip onto the flesh, he massages them and gently thrusts his hips as he cock slides between the wetness of your boobs. A breathy moan escapes his lips as he feels the spit and your soft breasts against his aching cock, his desperation for release having his hips moving faster and faster. A stutter of his hips and then he pulls away, letting his cum spill all over your clothed pussy, some of it splattering against your thighs.

Seeing his seed coat your thighs, some slipping in between your legs as they abide the laws of gravity, it gives him even more energy to continue. Moving off of you completely, he’s picking up your legs and keeping your knees together, resting his head atop them as he looks down. More breathy moans escape his lips, watching his cock peek out from between your thighs and feeling his own cum lubricate the makeshift cocksleeve. It’s nice and warm, slick enough for his cock to slide easily between them and the meat of your thighs give him the soft feeling that he really craves — even if it’s not the same. His tip peeks out from your thighs, red and pulsing as he tries to hold back his moans to a sensible volume at 2 in the morning. A few more thrusts between your sticky thighs and he’s letting out a low groan, spilling his cum all over your shirt and a bit of your panties.

Panting heavily, he looks down at the mess he’s made of you. With your breasts still spilling out, white splatters of his cum against your skin and clothing, an overwhelming possessiveness latches onto him, making him desperate to claim you inside as he has on the outside. Hands move to pull your panties out of the way, his shaky and hesitant movements showing his eagerness and his morals, but his eagerness wins out in the end when he sees how your own slick clings to your panties, making invisible strands. Licking his lips, he moves down to lap at the wetness you created, the salty taste of his own mingling with yours. His eyes flicker between you and closing, wanting to make sure you stay awake and desperate to revel in the feeling of lapping at your folds. Lips secure around your clit, him sucking on the nerves as you moan, a dreamy sigh almost, making him freeze.

Pulling back, he sees how wet you are now, still oozing with slick coating your folds along with his own saliva. His eagerness has him pulling your panties to the side with a thumb and his other hand lining himself up with your entrance before he can think to stop. A moan comes from him, biting his lip to hold them back as he sinks into your cunt, walls fluttering around him from the ministrations he gave to your clit. Burying himself all the way in is a challenge, but once he succeeds, he’s leaning over your unconscious body to kiss slightly part lips, short moans from them. His thrusts are slow, easing open your walls and preventing you from waking up so quickly, but he finds his hands on either side of your head as he picks up his pace. The room is loud now, squelch noises from where he disappears into you and from your coated thighs sticking to his own hips, adding to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He rolls his head back at one particular thrust, a mewl coming from you as your back arches, him chuckling as he licks at his lips, enjoying the feeling.

That feeling is short lived.

Looking back down to your sleeping face, he’s shocked to see your eyes wide open, tired. He immediately stops, panicking as to what you’ll say to him, heart pumping wildly. But you smile at him, pulling him down to your lips by his shoulders, letting your mouth let him know you’re not upset. Legs hook around his waist as you break from him, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “What’s got you so tense, baby?” When he doesn’t answer, or rather he doesn’t know how to properly answer, you frown at him. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong,”

“I- I wanted to relieve some stress, that’s- that’s all,” he gulps, seeing you look at him with that face. The face that doesn’t let him know what you’re thinking, the one that usually means a punishment is coming soon. “I’m sorry for being bad, I just—”

“Bad? Oh no, sweetie. You’re still my good boy, aren’t you? If you wanted a treat, all you had to do was ask, you know?” Your words ease his worry, sweetness dripping off of each syllable. He grins, moving to kiss you once more as he begins to thrust into you again, nothing holding him back. “That’s a good boy,” you mumble against his lips, trailing your lips down from his lips to his jawline, down his neck as he moans, letting you have full access to his skin. A moan comes from him, feeling your mouth suck on his flesh to create a red mark, marking him in a way he did to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he can feel his cum against his chest and abdomen, cold and sticky. Hips keep a steady rhythm, but they begin to lose said rhythm as he gets closer to his next release, puffs of air and soft moans escaping his lips as he feels his end come.

“Can I- Can I do it inside, pretty please?” He begs, moving his lips to yours as you nod, feeling his arms hold you down as he forces all of inside you, painting your gummy walls in a similar fashion to the rest of your body. He moans at the feeling, mouth hanging open as his cock throbs with sensitivity. You move up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as he moans into your mouth, desperate for your touch.

He wants more.

His sensitive doesn’t hold him back, eager for more as he rubs his cock against your walls once more. “Baby boy, aren’t you tired? You finished inside,” you coo at him. He just looks down at you, eyes covered with lust as his mind is fuzzy in a haze.

“I wan’- I want more of you, Mommy. Please, I want you to fuck me, I want you to feel good, too, please,” he pleas, lips brushing over yours as he talks. You chuckle, flipping him over so he’s situated against the pillows.

“You should’ve asked for that in the first place, baby.” Taking off your tank top, you finally notice how hardened and sticky some of it is, an eyebrow raised but no questions his way. Pushing down on his chest, you smirk at him before rolling your hips, eliciting moan from him. “That was nice.. Can you give me another one?” You coo once more, moving your hips back and forth with his cock still inside of you. It’s enough to have his hands grasping at your hips tongue killing out as he lets moans freely pour from his lips, no matter the volume. “Someone’s sensitive, aren’t you sweet boy?”

He rapidly nods his head, biting on his lower lip as he moans again, feeling another orgasm coming as you keep rocking on his cock. Using one of your hands, you lean back to play with your clit, letting him have a full view of the show. You don’t speak, but Kuroo knows he isn’t supposed to look away, watching as your fingers rub and pinch at your clit, feeling the way your walls spasm around his cock that make him whine with need. Your other hand moves up to play with your nipples, teasing and rolling the hardened buds as you moan, eyes fluttering to meet his gaze as he drinks in every inch of your skin, every movement your hands make against your own sensitive areas. It isn’t until you’re mewling, using one hand to steady yourself while the other rubs at your clit does he break eye contact, rolling his eyes back as you cream on his cock, making him spill every last bit of his seed inside you.

When you both stop panting, getting your bearings, you rock your hips once more as he whines, tears in his eyes. “Oh, you thought we were done? Baby boy, I’m just getting started. This is your punishment,” you smile, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Even as your hips move, he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t voice his overstimulation, his nerves burning and begging to rest, he lets it happen. This is how it is for him.

In the office, he commands his employees and overlooks their work ethic, but he lets go of the dominating presence in the bedroom when he’s with you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Author’s Note: sorry if the dom/sub dynamics didn’t come into play until close to the end and sorry for this being released so late

#haikyuu smut #Mr. Tetsurō #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #BB.Requests #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #tw.somnophilia #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.mommy kink #sub!kuroo #dom!reader #cw.boobjob #cw.thighjob #haikyuu x reader smut

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satoruvt · 5 years ago

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hello!!! i was the anon who requested for todo, baku and mido affection and woah you write fast AHHHH your writing got me all giddy with delight, thank you once again 💖💖💖 if you may, pls do post the nsfw hcs if it’s okay with you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

safdk ok!! hope u enjoy!

18+ for all the characters, nsfw below!!

todoroki

a natural tease but he doesn’t even fuckin realize it

yall will be at dinner with like ur parents and he’ll just :) smooth a hand over ur thigh, tap his fingers against ur leg

right when he’s getting up to the good part he’ll pull his hand away and you’re like “???” and he’s like “...”

he’ll kiss u and then decide he wants more and just. physically push forward more

one kiss can easily turn into two, making out turns to touching, touching turns to... well. a bit of fun, on his part

knows all the ways to make u completely unravel in his touch

so good at dirty talk that it’s kind of unreal

“hmm,” he’ll say, lips at your jaw and hands down your pants, “you must like it when i take the lead like this. you’re all ready for me, just for me.”

not the loudest, not the quietest

however if you move your hips like that you’ll get a deliciously loud moan from him...

he’ll be the death of you one day. swear to god

bakugou

really easy to tell when he wants to go further than a few kisses

he doesn’t usually kiss you like often? not very Touchy all the time, so when he wants you...

he’ll kiss you once, then another time, and by the third or fourth he’s probably dragging you away to your or his room or (if you can’t get back home in time) a closet, probably

the first few times yall are together it takes him a hot second to get into the groove of things

but once he does, oh boy, are you in for a ride (sometimes literally ;) )

the biggest dom u have ever MET

will pound you into the mattress for hours

u know how todoroki is good at dirty talk? so is this bitch

hand wrapped lightly around your throat, lips by your ear as he speaks, “you look so fucking good stretched around me like this, taking my cock so nice.”

boy is rough but we all knew this huh

if he’s feeling a little extra loving, he’ll hold your hand the whole time and stay as close to you as he possibly can

midoriya

if you don’t calm him down he will pass out and that is a PROMISE

doesn’t ever try anything in public because he doesn’t want people to see akjdhfkjdh

however...... if yall are hanging out in ur room or smth.... his hand might wander and find itself on ur thigh...

mentally congratulates himself like “yes!! first checkpoint passed, lets go”

is a little more soft with taking the lead; instead of that “what did u say slut” kinda dom he’s like “you have to obey for me, okay, angel?”

let him know he’s doing good please :(

the louder your moans are, the more you rake your hands through his hair... it just gets him going, knowing u feel so good because of him

god his moans are HEAVEn though jesus

prefers to be as close as he can to you; chest to chest, his forehead resting on your shoulder, hands on your hips

not much talking; if it is it’s to tell you how amazing you are honestly

“o-oh, look at y... you... you’re so gorgeous... how-how did i get so lucky?...”

#bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader

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moeninjagirls · 6 years ago

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Walkthrough Season 18 (updating)

Thanks to solenoidsteam, gabuc777, snoopycdz and anon for their help~

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✧ Chapter 1 - Myu’s Past ✧

Total: 11 parts

Part 2 Yamabuki. 💚 closer to Yamabuki Ricka. Myu. ❣️ closer to Myu

Part 3 I wonder what kind of traps they have? I wonder how scary it actually is? 💚 closer to Yamabuki Let's do this. ❣️ closer to Myu

Part 9 What are you talking about, Myu? ❣️ closer to Myu Myu, open your eyes! 💚 closer to Yamabuki What should I do?

✧ Chapter 2 - The Dark Side of the Moon ✧

Total: 11 parts

Part 1 I got something strange... ❣️ closer to Myu It's nothing. Hey, you know Yamabuki-senpai... 💚 closer to Yamabuki

Part 7 You seem happier than usual. ❣️ closer to Myu Do you have a fever or something? 💚 closer to Yamabuki Maybe it's just my imagination.

Part 8 I don't think she's cool. ❣️ closer to Myu I get what you're saying, but... What do you think, Yamabuki? 💚 closer to Yamabuki

✧ Chapter 3 - An Eye for an Eye ✧

Total: 7 parts

Part 1 This conversation is over! What do you think, Myu? ❣️ closer to Myu Come on, guys. Back me up here. 💚 closer to Yamabuki

Part 2 Just who is this criminal? ❣️ closer to Myu I'd like to meet this criminal. What if she's someone we know? 💚 closer to Yamabuki

Part 4 Are you okay?! ❣️ closer to Myu I need someone to trade places with me! Does anyone have any medicine?! 💚 closer to Yamabuki

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✧ Chapter 4 - The Dark Ninja ✧

Total: 8 parts

Part 2 I will be a good leader! 💚 closer to Yamabuki Sorry, but I was already disowned. ❣️ closer to Myu You're all gonna pay once I'm the boss!

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Part 4 Amazing. ❣️ closer to Myu I don't really know how to describe the taste... 💚 closer to Yamabuki Not bad.

Part 8 Let's go to the hospital. ❣️ closer to Myu Any ideas? 💚 closer to Yamabuki ...I've got nothing.

✧ Chapter 5 - Get Pumped! It’s the Midnight Patrol! ✧

Total: 9 parts

Part 3 Are these even edible? I'm not hungry. 💚 closer to Yamabuki You eat one first. ❣️ closer to Myu

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Part 5 Is that Myu? Who is that? 💚 closer to Yamabuki Is that the Yatagarasu? ❣️ closer to Myu

Part 9 Get to drawing. 💚 closer to Yamabuki I can't ask you for help. ❣️ closer to Myu This still isn't enough to go by.

✧ Chapter 6 - The Caricature Strategy! ✧

Total: 7 parts

Part 2 Thanks. 💚 closer to Yamabuki Nah, I'm good. ❣️ closer to Myu Stop messing around and eat.

Part 3 That's really sweet of you. ❣️ closer to Myu We probably should have picked something up, too. 💚 closer to Yamabuki Did anyone else come prepared?

Part 4 Then do you wanna wait here with me? ❣️ closer to Myu What's going on, Rabbit? What do you think, Yamabuki? 💚 closer to Yamabuki

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✧ Chapter 7 - First Contact ✧

Total: 9 parts

Part 4 It's just you and me now. It's two against one. (okay) So, we finally meet. ❣️ closer to Myu

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Part 7 It was an accident! ❣️ closer to Myu Impressive. 💚 closer to Yamabuki Show me your face.

Part 9 She was probably a dom. (okay) She was stacked. (okay) She smelled really good.(okay)

✧ Chapter 8 - Midnight Monitoring Madness ✧

Total: 7 parts

Part 1 It's actually a secret. ...The homeroom teacher asked to see me. ❣️ closer to Myu Gotta pick up a new game that came out. 💚 closer to Yamabuki

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Part 4 She is suspicious. (okay) Nah, this is nothing. (okay) What is she doing? (okay)

Part 7 It was Myu? This has to be a mistake. ❣️ closer to Myu Am I dreaming? 💚 closer to Yamabuki

✧ Chapter 9 - Flower of Evil ✧

Total: 6 parts

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Part 3 Why didn't you show us? 💚 closer to Yamabuki I see why you couldn't show us. ❣️ closer to Myu I'm seriously impressed.

Part 4 I've got to calm down. ❣️ closer to Myu What do you want? 💚 closer to Yamabuki You're pretty arrogant for a puppet.

Part 6 Stop what you're doing! 💚 closer to Yamabuki I'm disappointed... Why, Myu? ❣️ closer to Myu

✧ Chapter 10 - The Night We Said Goodbye ✧

Total: 6 parts

Part 1 You've been brainwashed? 💚 closer to Yamabuki You have multiple personalities? ❣️ closer to Myu You're sleepwalking?

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Part 4 ...I don't want to fight you. ❣️ closer to Myu Is fighting really the only option? Everyone's waiting for you. 💚 closer to Yamabuki

Part 6 Don't go! ❣️ closer to Myu We're not your enemy. 💚 closer to Yamabuki Why...?

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Iditapod: Making It To the Yukon River

Aliy Zirkle: Basically everyone said, "Don't go." And I was like, Ehhh... I gotta go. I've gotta go see what... there is supposedly a trail, then I've gotta go see if I can do it. And see if I can make a move. No one else wanted to try that.

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Casey Grove: Welcome to the Iditapod: A podcast about the Iditarod, because nobody else decided to try that, and where we ask ourselves, "What would Aliy Zirkle do?" This is a production of Alaska Public Radio and KNOM Radio in Nome. I am your host Casey Grove. Before we go see if we can do it, here's a word from our sponsor.

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CG: Hey Gang! Happy Friday and welcome to the Yukon River. That's where the front of the pack Iditarod mushers are arriving on Friday. That'll include Aliy Zirkle. Just heard from her. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will also be making it to the Yukon today, but it's Girdwood musher and last year's Iditarod runner-up, Nicolas Petit who, again, leads the 2019 Iditarod. Petit's team all, all 14 dogs, was the first to make it to the Yukon River, pulling into Anvik at 4:23 AM, Friday. A quick note on the weather from our trail reporter, Ben Matheson from KMON.

As the race enters its 5th day here, a warm winter storm's expected to drop a few inches of snow and we might see temperatures climb into the mid-30s. That, as we know, can be a little warm for dogs running out there. They tend to slow down when they're warm. And the trail itself, if it gets a bunch of snow on it, will also slow those teams down. The teams approaching the Yukon River include defending champ, Joar Leifseth Ulsem. There has really been a cat-and-mouse game developing between him and Nic Petit, who of course were very close last year. And they've been taking turns in the lead. Ulsom's team had lead through the night going into Friday after passing Petit's between the checkpoints of Iditarod and Shageluk. Petit and Ulsom have been racing near each other ever since hte checkpoint of Ophir, and they've swapped the lead position a few times on Thursday as their rest and run schedules intersected. There will be more shuffling of the leaderboard this weekend. Mushers must take an 8 hour rest at a checkpoint of their choice on the Yukon or in Shageluk, which is pretty close to the Yukon. So Ulsom was first into Shageluk very, very early on Friday morning with 11 dogs. He did stay for that 8 hours, so he has checked that off. As Ben reports, wet snow was falling. Ben talked to Ulsom after he pulled his team over for a nap and a nice big meal. There could have been a gourmet dinner for Ulsom and prize money 25 miles down the trail in Anvik. It looks like Petit has claimed that, but after a hard run through the hilly terrain, Ulsom decided not to pursue that prize.

Joar Leifseth Ulsom: If I were to do it, it'd only be to get the money. It wouldn't be the best thing to do for the dogs.

CG: Petit arrived in Shageluk 36 minutes behind Ulsom, wearing a raincoat, and he was out again within 3 minutes, headed to Anvik.

Nicolas Petit: [Muffled question about the time with dogs barking in the background]

CG: That was Petit urging his dogs on and, for being the first to arrive in Anvik, he wins the First to the Yukon Award, which comes with a 5 course meal prepared by Anchorage's Lakefront Lodge and very experienced chef who is cooking much better food than what these guys have been eating, likely some freeze-dried meals and whatever is being served in checkpoints. This year, the meal that Nic has won includes bison chili, seared scallops, and a pan-fried cinnamon banana, served with vanilla ice cream and warm brandy sauce. Wow. There's also $3,500 in $1 bills and a bottle of champagne. A little dom perignon, I'm told. Obviously, there's a lot of strategizing going on in this race and it's not all about the food. You heard Aliy talking about her drive to push from Ophir to Iditarod. That's where she took her 24. KNOM's Ben Mathison has more from Aliy and more on the strategy as race leaders continue to leap frog each other preparing to make their next move.

BM: After a marathon day on the trail, Aliy Zirkle's team pulled into the ghost town checkpoint of Iditarod, just before 2 AM Thursday. For being the first into Iditarod, Zirkle wins the Dorothy Page Halfway Award and the prize of $3,000 in gold nuggets. But she had to be the first to survive a trail that transitioned from soft snow to bumpy, frozen ground.

Aliy Zirkle: Yeah, those tussocks are hardcore. They're... you shouldn't really mush a sled over them.

BM: Zirkle's jarring trip was on a day so warm that she fed her dogs water from snow that melted from the rooftop of a shelter cabin. She explained her decision to be the first musher who traveled so far before her break.

AZ: I gotta go. I've gotta go see what... there is supposedly a trail from Ophir to Iditarod, so if there's supposedly a trail, then I've gotta go see if I can do it. And see if I can make a move. Um, seemed like no one else wanted to try that.

BM: The race picture is beginning to come into view, as teams surge out of their 24 hour breaks in Takotna and Ophir. Zirkle is racing at the front, but her competition began to pass her Thursday afternoon while she finished her mandatory race. Just after noon, Nic Petit's team flew into the checkpoint with dogs that wanted to run more. He told spectators his reason for heading further up the trail...

Nic Petit: Because it looked like [unintelligible]

BM: With a fresh bale of straw, he drove his well-rested team a few miles further. Good rest is the priority for teams looking to maintain speed through the mid section of the race. On Wednesday afternoon, at the Ophir checkpoint, a few hours into his 24 hour break, veteran Aaron Burmeister woke from a nap and cooked a meal. The soft trails and warm temperatures have required a big effort from his whole team.

AB: There's been a lot of work. I mean, we've all been working together; working together with the dogs, my legs are sore, my body is sore, I don't do much ski poling, but I've been pushing and pumping and running quite a bit.

BM: As mushers head out of checkpoints with freshly rested teams, the race is now on to reach the flat highway of the Yukon River. For KNOM, I'm Ben Matheson in Iditarod.

CG: Mr. Ben Matheson and our other trail reporter, Alaska Public Media's Zachariah Hughes, are turning in great interviews from the trail. We're posting a bunch of those as extended cuts on the podcast bonus editions. Today I'm working on posting an extended version of the interview that you heard parts of today with Aliy, and there's one up right now with Nic Petit in Ophir from Wednesday. Nic was sounding real relaxed there while taking his 24 in Ophir. Talked about his dogs, their breeding line.. and the interview includes a little bit about the two dogs he's running in the lead, at least up to Ophir it was Shoobie and Geoffrey. Couple of half-brothers, he says. And that's a good lead-in to today's listener question.

Megan: Hey guys, it's Megan calling from Ohio. I've really been enjoying the daily podcasts and bonus tracks. Thanks for keeping us connected to this exciting event. My questions are around the order of the dogs within the team. Is it intentional or strategic which dogs are the lead dogs? What are some of the qualities that the mushers look for in the lead dogs? Do they switch up positions within the team? Stuff like that. Thanks so much.

CG: Thanks for that question, Megan, and thanks especially for the fawning praise. We appreciate that. And thanks for listening as well. The short answer is, yes. A dog's position on the team really does matter, but it's not as hard and fast of a rule that a dog always has to pull in the same position. And mushers will tell you that it's important to have multiple dogs that can lead. If you have enough leaders in your team like that. I have to say when you see these really professional looking Iditarod teams, they look pretty orderly. They make their way down the trail. They pass other teams without too much trouble because they've been trained so well and they're just the best dogs for this. I mean, this is the race for them. IF you go out with amateur mushers, the teams maybe aren't as well-trained and that's just the fact of life. If you have more time to work with the dogs to work with the dogs, they're just going to be better at doing this. And the leaders especially may look back. Dogs may look back. They could get jumbled up. They may not pass other teams as smoothly on the trail. So when you see videos of these Iditarod teams just remember that. There's a lot of work that goes into making things run as smoothly as they do. We're gonna have more on lead dogs in just a second from Iditarod champion Libby Riddles and 16 time finisher, Jim Lanier. They were on Alaska Public Media's live call-in show, Talk of Alaska, recorded a couple of days ago. I was lucky enough to be able to join them. Might post the whole thing to the podcast here, not sure if we have the space for that, but we'll find out. But real quick- let's just start with the positions in a dog team. Starting at the sled. You've got your wheel dogs. Those are gonna be your bigger, sorta stronger, bulkier dogs that really break the weight and get the sled moving right away when you need to move. Then you've got a couple, 2-3 rows of team dogs. And then you've got 2 swing dogs up near the front. They're right behind the leaders and you need to train them to be able to make a big arc when they make turns. You don't want them to just cut off and try to run ahead of the leaders at any point. They really do play an important role because the position right behind the leaders and as those leaders make a turn, you want that nice, clean arc sot hat if you're the musher on the sled, you can just whip around the turn instead of just going straight through. So, as promised, here's more from Libby Riddles and Jim Lanier with Talk of Alaska host, and my boss, Lori Townsend, starting things off.

Lori Townsend: Libby, what goes into selecting the dog that is going to be the leader? How do you make that decision?

Libby Riddles: You don't select. They're born or made, but mostly the very best ones just have it in their blood. I mean they rise to the top, you know? It's just like you're the coach and you have to see each dog. What is their best place? And some dogs are full time leaders that could do every day of the Iditarod, and others like to have a break now and then. You know, every dog has a different capacity and some of us are lucky enough to have these just once-in-a-lifetime super dogs like the one that helped me win the Iditarod.

LT: Well, I want to know more about that in a while. We'll talk about that particular race, but Jim, what are your thoughts about that? What are you looking for in a lead dog, and have you had one that really stood out from the others? J

im Lanier: Oh, I've had several. As all of us who've done a lot of mushers, I've done the race a number of times. I guess the one thing you look for is a dog that's aggressive, that wants to lead, that doesn't mind being chased by a big pack of dogs, you know? And one that has assurance that he or she could do it. You don't want them looking back, asking "Hey are we done yet? Can I get a... off..?" you know?

LR: [Asking] "Can I get a snack?" J

L: So those are the things you look for.

CG: So there you have it, that's how you pick a good lead dog. I want to mention too, there's a really cool award in the Iditarod, if you haven't heard this already. It's called the Golden Harness Award. It's for outstanding lead dogs. The Iditarod has the winning musher pick one of their dogs, sometimes it's two. They take a picture of them with this nice wreath of flowers on the dog. I just want to go back and list some of the past golden harness winners. Back in 2010, you had Maple on Lance Mackey's team. 2011, it was two for Snickers and Velvet on John Baker's team. Then 2012, Guinness on Dallas Seavey's team. Tanner in 2013 on Mitch Seavey's team. Beatle, another Dallas Seavey dog in 2014. And then you've got back to back wins of the golden harness award for Reef on Dallas Seavey's team. Pilot for Mitch Seavey in 2017. I think I saw a report that Pilot is out of this year's race and had to be dropped. And then a dog by the name of Russeren on Joar Liefseth Ulsom's 2018 winning team. I guess that stands for "Russian Express". And we will have to see who wins Golden Harness in 2019 when the teams reach Nome sometime next week.

Speaking of major accomplishments, I've been avoiding this beacuse I don't want to admit that there's another Iditarod podcast out there that has been actually in the business longer than us... it's called The Ikidapod, and it's put together by a class in Wisconsin. Elementary School students in Mrs. Treptow's class. They actually have been going for 4 seasons now. This is their fourth season. Here is a little taste... and I am not kidding you, this is the Ikidapod's opening music.

[electronic music plays]

Kid: Hello and welcome to Ikidapod. Season four. We're your hosts for today's pod. Frosty Frost. Today we will be telling you what the Iditarod is....

CG: It's pretty great and a shoutout to Mrs. Treptow's kids and The Ikidapod and congratulations on making it to your fourth season of The Ikidapod. I mentioned Dallas Seavey's name a few minutes ago, with his lead dogs. Of course, the four time champion is not running the Iditarod for the second year in a row. he didn't run last year, amid a dog-doping scandal. Since then, the Iditarod says they've cleared him of any wrong-doing. We covered all of that back in season 2 last year. Especially season 2, episode 2. I would definitely encourage the listeners to go back and listen to the whole season, but if you want to know more about all that, that was covered in season 2, episode 2. Again, Dallas is over in Norway, racing in the Finnmarkslopet. There was a point in last year's Iditarod where Joar was leading the Iditarod, he won of course. And Dallas was running in first place in the biggest race over in Norway. It's actually the longest sled dog race in Europe. It's about 750 miles. And Seavey ended up taking 3rd last year. I guess that wasn't good enough for him. He went back over in Norway and he's going to try again to win that race. Maybe the best way to find out about Dallas's run in the Finnmarkslopet is to follow him on Facebook. He's out there on the social medias and on the internet. Well, everybody that's all we have time for today. Check us out at http://AlaskaPublic.org and http://KNOM.org for more stories and photos. We will continue the Iditapod here over the weekend as the race continues, we've also got daylight savings time changes coming up and some math to do. So, stay tuned for that and more extended interviews from Ben and Zach out in the field. Hopefully Zach's going to figure out his internet issues in Anvik. Can't wait for that. Our theme music is by the band Sassafras. I am your host Casey Grove. Til next time, happy trails! [theme music plays]

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I'm new to otome games. What would you recommend starting with? It's probably a difficult question to answer shortly, but I was thinking mobile since that can be done anywhere. But I heard mobile is annoying because you can only read a little every day and there are checkpoints so you have to open the app every hour to get points to pass these. Also it seems like most of the heroines are stupid, can't do anything who are constantly hit on and disrespected by love interests?

Hello!

First, thank you for your question. That is indeed a difficult question to answer without making a 100000000000000 words long essay! But thanks for adding details to narrow it down. It is correct that many MCs feel that way, but you have to consider the fact that there are cultural differences. However I don’t think the non-con is acceptable, cultural differences or not, and I believe those are there for the “fantasy.” (for those who are into the more forceful types.)

There are however great otome heroines out there, both on mobile, PC, PSP, PS Vita, Playstation *insert number* , etc. I understand you want to avoid the games where you have checkpoints, but I just want to mention some that have those anyway.

All Cybird’s games have great heroines and love interests that respect her and her wishes. Not to mention she’s always into it (more intimate things, like kissing or… you know.) The MC also does things, she won’t just sit there and be rescued, she takes action even if it puts her in danger. Also when she’s given the title of Princess (Midnight Cinderella and Ikemen Sengoku), she actually does work, it’s not just a title without any duties or responsibilities. OKKO also got good games and MCs. Some of them might be very insecure or blush at just holding hands, but the MC has a backstory, she has a reason to be like this. It’s not just something out of the blue. Ok, once again, I’m trying to not go into too much detail. Most of the Shall We Date games also have love interests that respect the MC, but those games are targeted at a younger audience. Like they don’t go much further than a kiss and holding hands. The older games however have smut and (detailed) love scenes.

Ok, now to what you asked for. There actually quite a lot of otome games that don’t require checkpoints, but some of them still need tickets, which you recieve daily. At the top of my head, what comes first to mind is Dearead’s games. Both Prince of the Resort and Princess to Be got some really good MCs! Princess to Be got a very “self aware” MC (she comments things like “It’s like I’m an otome game heroine”). And Prince of the Resort got a MC that refuse to take sexual harrassment and demands to be respected. (like “I’m a concierge, joining you in bed is not in my job description” Also you can get extra tickets by watching ad videos, so you can read more than the daily X tickets. (which pays for & supports the game)

On a side note I also want to mention Ephemeral by HuneX. While not all love interests are that respectful (I’m looking at you two, who shall not be named), it’s a very sweet, cute and funny read. There’s even a quite healthy sub-dom releationship there! (well, it’s not really sub-dom, but out of context it sounds like it, haha)

I hope you will have fun and come to enjoy otome games~

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Crossing The Border With A Motorbike In Southeast Asia Getting denied entry at a local’s only border crossing between #Cambodia and #Vietnam . #travel Please read the comments at the end of this article for more up-to-date information from other riders who have experience crossing the border with a motorbike in Southeast Asia. Also if you have done this yourself, please leave a comment with your experiences to help other people. Thanks everyone. Riding a motorbike around Southeast Asia could possibly be one of the greatest adventures you will ever do in the region! While taking a motorcycle the length of Vietnam has just about become a rite-of-passage for backpackers, the two neighbouring countries of Laos and Cambodia are often ignored. Whether it is because people don’t have the time, or don’t think about it, is a true shame. Perhaps it is because “motopackers” aren’t aware that crossing the border with a motorbike is legally possible. We successfully crossed international borders three times – Laos to Vietnam, Vietnam to Cambodia and then back from Cambodia into Vietnam. We’re going to give our best advice, based on first-hand experience and research, on which borders you can cross at, and what you need to do this. Do I Need Travel Insurance? Legally, no. Intelligently, yes. Accidents do happen every day and, unfortunately, we have had a few friends be seriously injured or worst, killed on the roads in Southeast Asia. Motorbiking is dangerous, and there is no denying that. You might think that this won’t happen to you, or that if you are injured that medical care is cheap. But not if you end up in a serious condition. Seriously consider getting travel insurance before you ride a motorbike in Southeast Asia! If you know the right company, you can even buy travel insurance while you are already on the road (in case you have already started your trip). If you want to learn more, read our page Do I Need Travel Insurance We recommend World Nomads. For our riding itineraries and routes we took across Southeast Asia, check out our articles below: Northern Laos Motorcycle Adventure Southern Laos Motorcycle Adventure Cambodia Motorcycle Adventure Southern Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure Northern Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure Thakhek Loop Motorcycle Adventure Mae Hong Son Loop Note – all information below is based on owning a Vietnamese registered motorbike, unless otherwise stated. Happily standing on the Vietnamese side after another successful border crossing! Crossing The Border With A Motorbike Between Vietnam And Laos You can take a Vietnamese-plated motorbike between the countries of Vietnam and Laos. As far as we know you cannot take a Lao-plated bike into Vietnam unless you are the registered owner of the motorbike. The two countries share 6 international border crossings. Sop Hun / Tay Trang The Northern-most border in between Muang Khua on the Lao side, and Dien Bien Phu in the Vietnamese side, we have been told that this border crossing is either not possible, or expensive, with a motorbike. The guys who we bought our motorbikes off of in Luang Prabang tried to cross the border here and were not permitted to exit Vietnam with them. We have also heard from other riders that when they rode to this border crossing the immigration officials tried to extort a large amount of money from them.Na Maew (Na Meo) / Nam Xoi This border crossing near the Lao town of Sam Neua allows for taking Vietnamese-plated bikes in between countries. When exiting Vietnam you are required to pay US$20 for an ‘import form’ which is supposedly meant to be handed back to customs when you leave Laos with your bike. They also charge a very inflated price for a Lao visa (US$45). As of January 2015, the road on the Vietnamese side is in a terrible state, with very thick mud making the journey quite hazardous. Leave yourself plenty of daylight hours if trying to make this crossing.Nam Can / Nam Khan In between the large towns of Phonsavan in Laos and Vinh in Vietnam, the Nam Can border crossing is open to international tourists. We met two guys in January 2015 who took their Vietnamese motorbikes from Laos back into Vietnam at this crossing with no problems.Nam Phao / Cau Treo A convenient crossing point near Vinh and Lak Xao in Laos, we have also heard stories of people successfully crossing at this border. We have not met anyone who has done this personally though.Dansavanh / Lao Bao This border crossing is not too far from the city of Hue in Vietnam. We have no credible information on the possibility of crossing the border with a motorbike at Lao Bao, although we have heard stories that it is possible. Personally we would not hesitate in attempting this border crossing ourselves.Bo Y / Ngoc Hoi This border crossing is between the major towns of Attapeu in Laos and Kon Tum in Vietnam. It is a remote crossing, with the road on the Laos side being a beautiful mountain pass. Watch out for logging trucks on this road. We crossed from Laos into Vietnam at Bo Y with no problems. The border officials in Laos and Vietnam did not ask for any bribes, fees or extra money to cross. No one asked for the import permits that came with our bikes. The lovely views just past the Bo Y border crossing between Laos and Vietnam. Crossing The Border With A Motorbike Between Vietnam And Cambodia You can take a Vietnamese-plated motorbike into Cambodia and back. We have heard of people taking Cambodian-plated motorbikes into Vietnam, but have no credible sources on this. The two countries share 5 international road border crossings. They are as follows: Bavet / Moc Bai This is the main border crossing between Vietnam and Cambodia, and buses regularly ply the route. It is the most convenient crossing to go from Ho Chi Minh City to Phnom Penh, and can be done in one big day. It is definitely possible to take a Vietnamese-plated motorbike across the border at this international gate, although you may be asked for fees or bribes.Phnom Den / Tinh Bien This border crossing is close to the Vietnamese town of Chau Doc, and can be a convenient place to get to Kampot, or vice versa. We took our Vietnamese-plated bikes into Cambodia at this border crossing in July, 2014 and had no problems doing so. We were not asked for any additional fees.Prek Chak / Xa Xia Otherwise known as the “Ha Tien” crossing, this coastal border between Vietnam and Cambodia is open to international tourists. We have met people who took their motorbikes across the border at this checkpoint and had no problems.Le Thanh / O Yadao The northern-most border crossing links Ban Lung in Cambodia with Pleiku in Vietnam. There are stories online of people having no problems crossing the border with a Vietnamese-plated motorbike at this checkpoint, but the information is dated.Trapaing Sre Border Crossing This border crossing is close to the town of Snoul in Cambodia and Dong Xoai in Vietnam. This is the one we used to cross the border with our bikes back into Vietnam in October 2014 and had no problems at all. The high security border crossing between Cambodia and Vietnam. At the immigration checkpoint. Crossing The Border With A Motorbike Between Laos And Cambodia While there are no laws that state taking a bike between Cambodia and Laos is illegal, lately this has been difficult for international tourists due to corruption. There is only one international border crossing between the two countries. Veun Kham / Dom Kralor Due to this being the only legal border crossing between Laos and Cambodia, it is the most popular option. However when we went to do this in June 2014 we were told by locals and expats that a scam was happening at the border. Apparently the officials let you leave Laos or Cambodia with your bike, but deny you when you try to cross into the next country. They then ask for an extortionate fee to give you ‘permission’ to cross. If you don’t agree to this, a tout then appears and offers to buy your bike for peanuts. As you are stuck in no-man’s land, you are left with little choice but to sell your bike. Due to these stories we decided to skip this border crossing and head into Vietnam instead. Special Note: We met a local man on Don Det, in the 4000 Islands, who made an interesting proposition to us. He offered to ferry us and our bikes across the Mekong River into Cambodia and park them at his friend’s farm, before taking us back to Laos. We then could cross the border from Laos into Cambodia on foot and hitchhike up to the property to collect our bikes. As tempted as we were, we decided against this. We DO NOT recommend illegally crossing borders between any countries. But if you end up doing this, please let us know how you go! Perhaps you can find an ‘alternative’ way to cross the border between Laos and Cambodia? Crossing The Border Into Thailand With A Motorbike Yes, it is possible to take a Cambodian or Vietnamese registered bike into Thailand – but it is not easy. First you will need all the correct registration papers, and bike insurance. Officially you need the bike to be completely registered in your name, although there are ways around this. If you do manage to take a motorbike into Thailand, you are often given a form stating that you have 30 days to exit, and you have to nominate which border you will exit at. Our friend Seb found a ‘Power Of Attorney’ form online and had the previous owners of his bike and a Cambodian man co-sign them. Seb crossed the border first, leaving his friend with the bikes. Seb purchased the mandatory motorbike insurance and showed enough authorities the forms that they eventually let his friend cross the border. This took 3 hours. UPDATE This comes from Olli and Wooki, two Germans who crossed from Laos into Thailand: Yesterday we crossed from Laos to Thailand over the Friendship Bridge No. 4 between Huay Xay and Chiang Khong. All it cost us was one USD for some Photocopies, got 30 days in Thailand for free. First, they wanted us to pay for the police car escorting us while crossing the bridge, but when we told them we dont want to pay we didn’t have to. Finishing the paperwork took about one hour. On the papers it says that we have to bring the Bikes out of the country again, so it seems that we cant leave without them. The riding in Thailand is incredible, if you get a chance to take your motorbike across the border. Extra Tips For Crossing The Border Cambodian and Lao visa-on-arrivals are available at almost all the border crossings. Vietnamese visas must be obtained ahead of time. However we recommend getting your visa before arriving at the checkpoints. This way there is one less thing for the authorities to hold over your head in case they decide to be difficult. Another tip we got told is to park your bike ‘out of sight’ when you check out of one country, and hide it when you check into the next country. Then once your passport is stamped, jump on the motorbike and ride like hell before the authorities can stop you. Again, we don’t recommend this (but it may work). Vietnamese-registered motorbikes are the easiest for moving between countries, and we recommend buying one if you can. Make sure it comes with the blue registration form and keep it on you at all times. Another thing to carry with you is an International Driving Permit, although this means nothing in Vietnam. You may be asked for this at a border crossing though, so it doesn’t hurt to have one on you. When you are dealing with the customs officials, do not mention your motorbike at all, unless they ask. They might just be turning a blind eye to it, but by you bringing it up may make them consider asking for money for it. Do you have experience at crossing the border with a motorbike in Southeast Asia? If so, let us know below about which border crossing you used and how it went.Alesha And JarrydHey! We are Alesha and Jarryd, the award winning writers and photographers behind this blog, and we have been travelling the world together since 2008. Adventure travel is our passion, and through our stories and images we promote exciting off-the-beaten-path destinations and fascinating cultures as we go. Follow our journey in real time on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. 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