#he pushed me down the huge fuckin stairs and i hit my head at the bottom

[grem-archive]

do u have a brother/sibling? bc you get the na bros so correct. also STELLAR movie choices

i am an only child (the happy accident)! however, i had a lot of cousins around my age growing up that i saw pretty frequently. we treated each other like siblings more often than not. it also helps that many of those cousins had siblings, and i am the only single child in my friend group. i'm surrounded by sibling-havers whom i enjoy observing interact. i have also pestered them on occasion with questions on what it's like to have siblings so that i can try and portray sibling duos/groups accurately in writing. the relationships between siblings can be so incredibly diverse and multifaceted. it's nutty really. there are some days that i wish i'd had siblings.

and thank you! dazed and confused holds a special place in my heart for very specific reasons, but all three are beloved.

[mrsaltieri-real]

Wasting Time (Todd Gaines x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, langauge, smut, p in v, riding, dirty talk, slight degradation, clit play, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, mention of drugs, smoking, alcohol consumption, Todd being an asshole, etc

I lost the request for this, but Anon if you see this here she is! I love Todd so much, he’s PAINFULLY slept on so this was so much fun to write. Took me a while to get into it which is why it took so long but I seem to be on a roll tonight, so here it is! I hope you enjoy <3

“Fuck you, Ronna. No fucking way.” You snapped immediately with a shake of your head.

Ronna tapped on the roof of the car impatiently, her eyes pleading and wide. “Please? It’ll only be for 45 minutes, an hour, tops.” She begged.

“No. I don’t know this fucking guy. You wanna send me in to be collateral damage for a drug dealer for over 20 hits, are you kidding me?” You spat the words back at her, shaking your head again. Typical fucking Ronna.

“He’s Simon’s dealer, Todd. Don’t be such a square, he’s not gonna do anything to you. I promise I’ll owe you big. Whatever I make, I'll give you a cut. You hear that? A cut for sitting in a fucking apartment and doing fuck all.”

You scoffed at her, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

Ronna sighed a little, closing her eyes. “Okay, no bullshit okay? I don’t get this money, I'm evicted, my ass is on the street.”

You hesitated just slightly but that was enough for Ronna to push harder and harder until you finally muttered, “God, fuck. Fine. Forty five minutes, Ronna. I’m serious,” as you walked toward the door.

“That’s all I’m asking.” Ronna said, relieved as she pushed the door back open and ushered you inside.

The elevator in the shitty building was broken so the two of you walked up what felt like endless flights of stairs before finally stopping in front of a door. You noticed Ronna hesitate for a second, eyes quickly flickering to you.

“Jesus, what?” You snapped.

Ronna said nothing, before lightly tapping on the door with her knuckles.

“Yeah come in, Ronna.” An almost bored sounding male voice shouted.

“You ready?” She asked, glancing back at you with her hand on the door knob. You just glared at her, refusing to reply.

The apartment smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume as you walked in, wrinkling your nose a little. It wasn’t dirty or messy, just very unorganised. A huge speaker system was set up against the wall behind a large television and on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers and a stupid Santa hat on his head is when you saw him for the first time.

Ronna gave a brief introduction before saying something quietly to Todd and leaving without giving you so much as a second glance.

Absolute bitch. You couldn’t remember why you were friends with her.

Todd glanced at you, gesturing loosely toward the armchair across from him. Hesitating, you slowly walked toward the seat, refusing to look at him as you slowly sat down.

“So, you’re a friend of Ronna’s?” He asked you, leaning back on his sofa and taking a long drag of his cigarette. You nodded your head once, still not looking at him.

“You fuckin’ mute or something?” He looked at you, head slightly cocked to the side as he leaned forward, stumping out his cigarette in the crowded ashtray on the table. “Ronna the chatty one?”

“No, I’m not mute.” You muttered, eyes flickering up to meet him slightly. God, he was fucking hot. In the kind of way you’d expect a drug dealer to look but a lot better. Your eyes fell down to his bare, toned chest and torso and you diverted your gaze back down to your hands.

You heard him scoff a little and stand up, walking into his kitchen. You let out a small breath, moving to rest your hand on your forehead. Fuck, what were you doing here?

“You wanna drink or something?” Todd called from his kitchen.

“Oh, uh yeah some water would be great.”

You heard him laugh a little and he poked his head around the door. “Fucking water? You’re stuck here till Ronna comes back with my money. Live a little.”

“She won’t take long.” You said back sharply.

“Oh, wow. You really think it’s going to take her only 45 minutes to sell 20 hits of fucking E?”

Fuck he was right.

“Fine, I’ll have whatever it is you’re having.” You gave in.

“Yeah, bet you can handle straight fucking whiskey.” He said sarcastically, his tone immediately starting to piss you off as you scowled in the direction of his voice.

He walked back in, bottle tucked under his arm and two glasses between his fingers, setting it all down on the table and settling back down in his seat. His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, and you think you saw a small smile tug on the corners of his lips before disappearing just as quickly as it came.

He poured you a drink, sliding the glass over to you with a flick of his fingers before returning to make his own. You tentatively picked it up, sniffing it a little cautiously. You didn’t know this guy, what if he spiked it?

“I didn’t spike it.” He said, snapping you away from your thoughts. “Only fucking idiots do shit like that. I sell, I don’t give for free.”

He made a good point. You took a small sip of the straight whiskey, enjoying the burn as you swallowed it. He raised an eyebrow at you a little, leaning back on the couch again.

“So, you let Ronna leave you here as collateral, huh? Why’d you let her do that?”

You finally plucked up the courage to look at him dead on, your hand circling the glass in your hand. “She’s my friend.” You stated with a shrug.

“Yeah, great friend she is. Leaving you here with a guy she hardly fuckin’ knows.”

Again, he made a good point but you simply shrugged again. “Fine, I guess you could say I’m doing her a favour.”

“A favour?” He rolled his eyes slightly, reaching forward for his packet of cigarettes and offering you one to which you declined with a shake of your head before he took one out, placing it between his lips as he spoke, “You give favours easily?”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a furrow of your brow.

“I mean, no one gives a favour without expecting something in return and like I said to Ronna I give head before I give favours. So what are you getting for doing her this ‘favour?’” He stuck his fingers up in air quotations before picking up his lighter, sparking up his cigarette.

You hesitated for a second before replying, deciding to just lie, “Haven’t decided just yet.”

He was quiet for a while, eyes never once leaving you as he smoked, scanning you over and over again.

“What?” You finally said with a sigh, raising the glass to your lips again. You fucking hated people staring at you, especially like that.

“Are you a virgin?”

You couldn’t help the surprised gasp you let out, almost choking on the whiskey. “I’m sorry?” You spluttered.

“You seem like one. Letting people walk all over you like that. Haven’t quite got the confidence fucked into you yet.” He turned his shoulders up slightly, holding the smoke in his lungs for a second before exhaling.

“Okay, not to be rude but you don’t even know me.” You retorted in a slightly clipped tone.

“Let’s just say I’m fucking intuitive.” He said back sharply.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him as you took another long sip, desperately needing the alcohol to numb you even just a little bit.

“So? Are you?”

You couldn’t stop your head falling back in frustration as you groaned, “Oh my god, no. I’m not. Not that it's any of your business,” Before looking back at him.

“Boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Fuck buddies?”

“No?”

“You want one?”

You looked at him, slightly confused and he just turned up his shoulders a little, the cigarette dancing between his fingers.

“Gonna be here a while.” He said again, gesturing toward the clock on his wall. It had hardly been fifteen minutes. “You wanna get laid?”

“No.”

“No you don’t wanna get laid or no you do but, you don’t wanna get laid with me?”

You were quiet for a second, feeling the rush of blood in your cheeks from the way he was looking at you. His eyes continued to roam your body, almost hungry and enjoying the challenge of your incoming rejection instead of having his ego bruised by it.

“I don’t know you.”

“So?”

You were getting really sick of his questions. You wanted to walk out, fuck Ronna and fuck her money. But instead you remained in the arm chair, engaging in conversation with an annoyingly attractive drug dealer wearing a fucking Santa hat.

“So, I don’t fuck guys I don’t know.”

“Well, aren’t you a fun one?” He scoffed a little, rolling his eyes as he flicked some ash from the end of his cigarette into the ashtray beside him.

“Yeah, I’m sure you get a lot of girls come in here and ride you to oblivion in return for drugs but I’m not interested.” You finished your drink, leaning forward and placing the glass on his table a little harder than was probably necessary. He didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward and grabbing the bottle to pour more of the amber liquid into your glass whilst saying, “Well look at that. Maybe you’re more interesting than I gave you credit for,” With a smile toying on the edge of his lips.

You didn’t hold back your eye roll at him this time, picking the glass back up as soon as he finished pouring and drinking a few mouthfuls.

“How much longer do you think I’ll have to be here?” You asked, glancing at the clock again.

“However long it takes.” He finished his own drink, refilling it quickly. “You sure you don’t wanna fuck the time away?”

You paused for a second. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that looking at Todd again he was genuinely painfully attractive. It was possible it was a combination of the two and why not?

You weren’t boring, but you also never did anything on a whim. You were a little tipsy and he wasn’t wrong, who knows how long Ronna would be gone for? You could either sit here and listen to this asshole poke fun and ramble on about shit you couldn’t give less of a fuck about, or you could just fuck him.

Why not the latter?

Todd watched your face the whole time you were thinking with almost curious amusement. Sure, he’d just slept with another girl less than two hours ago but he found something oddly endearing about you. Your initial rejection enticed him further, he wasn’t used to being rejected by anyone. He knew he was attractive and was almost cocky about it, staring at you in a way he knew you’d struggle to say no to.

“Fine.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You stood up from the chair, placing your once again empty glass on the coffee table before walking over to him.

“Let’s fuck.”

He looked slightly doubtful, looking up at you with his eyebrows raised. “What?“ you asked, crossing your arms across your chest. “You all talk or something?”

He didn’t like that. His sceptical look turned demeaning as he watched as you got to your feet, a little nervous as you approached him. Everything about him screamed intimidating but the whiskey had filled you with an odd feeling of courageous intent as you halted in front of him.

Todd’s expression turned amused as his eyebrows raised and he leaned past you with a shake of his head, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray before settling back into the sofa, hands resting on the couch cushions.

His hands suddenly grabbed your hips as he moved forward, eyes looking up at you as his fingers caressed the soft flesh of your slightly exposed skin making you shiver a little, an action that only made him smile widely, “Jesus, calm down. I’ve hardly done anything yet.”

You scowled down at him, already becoming irritated again. Fuck this guy.

You didn’t hesitate before moving his hands off of you in favour of pushing him back by his shoulders and straddling him, knees either side of his thighs as you leaned forward to press your lips against his before you changed your mind, and also to finally shut Todd up. The taste of whiskey and tobacco danced on your tongue, the flavour oddly delicious and endearing, making you eager for more as you let out a soft moan into his mouth, feeling his large hands move to knead the flesh of your ass through your jeans.

You gasped a little as you felt his grip tighten as he stood up, locking your legs around his waist as he moved you onto your back, finally breaking the kiss to quickly unbutton and tug your jeans along with your panties down your legs, discarding them quickly on the floor.

It almost seemed as though he was afraid you’d change your mind too.

His hands smoothed up the length of your legs, up the curve of your back until he was hovering over you, one of his hands moving back between your legs, letting his finger run up your slit and to your clit as he revelled in the small whimper that fell from your lips.

“Jesus, your fucking soaked and all we did was make out a little.” He didn’t say it in a teasing or joking way, he sounded incredibly turned on by the fact as he asked, “You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“Not a virgin, just very inexperienced. Can you just shut up and fuck me, Todd?” You wanted to sound irritated but it instead came out as pleading much to your temporary dismay.

A small laugh as he responded, “What, no foreplay?”

You rolled your eyes, arching your hips so your bare cunt moved against his clothed, hard cock through the thin material of his light blue sweats, the action making him suck in a harsh breath.

“Doesn’t seem like you need it that much either.” You pointed out, repeating the action again promoting him to lean back from you, pulling his sweats off and sitting back down on the couch. You sat up, not missing a beat as you returned to straddle him as before. His hands reached to his head to pull off the Santa hat but you stopped him by grabbing his hand, pushing it down. He gave you a look, eyes deeply amused but said nothing, simply dropping his hand to his side.

You sighed blissfully as your pussy ground over the length of his hard dick, before arching your hips up and allowing him to reach behind you, guiding himself to your soaked hole and hearing him cuss loudly as your warm, wet tightness enveloped him entirely, fingers moving to spread your cheeks open as you sunk down onto his length, smiling a little when he muttered, “God damn, you’re fucking tight.”

Your head fell back at the satisfying stretch, wanting to enjoy it for a second as you moaned softly. Todd didn’t allow that, falling against the sofa as he began to slowly thrust up into you.

Fuck, he was big, bigger that you were used to. You didn’t even realise it till his slow thrusts began to touch parts of you that you didn’t think you had even managed to discover by yourself.

“Fuck, Todd,” you gasped out, rolling your hips to meet his increasingly hard thrusts, your hands resting on his chest and your nails digging into the his soft skin and leaving cresent shaped marks on the creamy surface. It wasn’t fast, just hard and somehow that made it completely fucking perfect. You found yourself really being able to focus on how good he was making you feel rather than having all your thoughts scattered by too much stimulation at once.

One of his hands ran up the length of your body as your grinds began to increase with speed, marvelling at how your tits bounced in front of him as your wetness was so much it managed to drip out of you, down his cock and stain the couch beneath the two of you.

“You always this fucking wet?” He commented, hand falling to toy with your clit as you bounced on him, a breathy laugh escaping your as you responded, “Yeah, that a problem?”

He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to dignify such a question with a response as he focused on his fingers playing with your clit, the noises you were making for him and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him with every stroke sending him closer and closer to the edge.

He wanted to be gentle with you, he wanted to, but that simply wasn’t going to happen. You just felt too fucking good, too tight, too wet.

It almost knocked the air out of you when he flipped positions, pushing you onto your back whilst he remained buried deep inside of you, his thrusts becoming stronger, more determined and calculated as one hand pushed you down into the couch as he fucked you into it and the other slid into your hair, gripping it tightly. You could feel his skin slapping against your clit whilst he hit that sweet spot at this new angle, the combination making you let out a loud gasping moan.

“You like this, don’t you?“ he whispered in your ear, nothing amused about his tone. Your legs tightened around his waist as he spoke, eager to feel more, “Getting fucked by a guy you hardly know, by a drug dealer. Nasty little slut, acting like she’s too good for me when all it took was a few drinks.” All you could do was moan in response, a weak, pathetic sound that made him grin. He pulled back, still not leaving your desperately leaking cunt as he flipped you onto your stomach, dragging you up by your hips so you were face down, ass up for him. He marvelled at the view for a moment, his cock stuffing your dripping pussy as he slowly pulled out, smiling at your small whimper as he did so before he quickly slammed all the way back in, making your body jolt and your face bury into your arm as he did so, teeth biting down to stop yourself from screaming.

“P-please don’t stop!” You begged him when you finally lifted your head, pushing yourself against him and earning a sharp slap of your ass as you did so, making you yell loudly.

“Think I’m gonna be able to? Nah, this slutty little cunt is milking me so.” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Good.” Every word was bookended with a sharp snap of his hips, the sensation almost making you sob in pleasure then and there, “Fucking play with your clit, want to feel your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

You obliged, a shaky hand moving between your legs from under you and rubbed at your clit eagerly. You heard him suck his teeth sharply as your cunt clenched around him desperately, his need to cum inside of you taking over anything else, any care that you were potentially not on the pill and in that moment, Todd stuffing your leaking cunt you didn’t care either.

His thrusts began to stutter, his pants becoming more and more erratic as he gasped out, “Gonna fucking cum,” and go to pull out of you, but you whimpered loudly, using your feet to lock his knees in place and taking him by a short lived surprised before he released inside of you, his throbbing cock and hot cum sending you over the edge into your own intense orgasm, rolling your hips against your hand and his leaking, softening cock as you rode out your high against him with loud curses and moans falling from your lips as he muttered, “Holy shit,” as you used him to ride out your high.

He pulled out of you after a couple of seconds with a soft, “Fuck,” as he did so, already missing the warm hot feeling of your cunt.

You were still bent over, trying to catch your breath when you felt his hand on your lower back, patting it gently as he breathed out, “You alright?”

You finally moved to sit back on the couch. Now your orgasm was gone, you suddenly felt self conscious, your hands moving to cover you bare tits. The action just made him roll his eyes, leaning forward and grabbing his packet of cigarettes from the table.

“Now you're shy again? Thought I managed to fuck that outta you.” He said as he placed the cigarette between his teeth.

“Guess not. Might need to do it a few more times. ” You shrugged, leaning forward to grab your previously discarded clothes and glancing up at the clock as he let out a small chuckle.

Ronna’s forty five minutes were up, where the fuck was she?

[forever-rogue]

His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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��I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you. 

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. 

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed. 

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him. 

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly. 

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you. 

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck. 

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere. 

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?” 

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down. 

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare. 

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible. 

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him. 

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all. 

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more. 

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.  

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll. 

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head. 

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving. 

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily. 

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more. 

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.” 

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.” 

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out.  He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way. 

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life. 

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy. 

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop. 

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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lurk~toji fushiguro x reader

(part 2 to u&i bully!megumi)

art by sab_xcvii

I am respectfully looking down. down.

had to down a couple of beers to get through this bro—

all characters are of age.

based on the song ‘lurk’ by the neighbourhood

warnings/tw; smut, cheating?, age gap, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, spitting, size kink, slight dumbificantion, degrading, praise kink, nipple play (both receiving)

summary; what happens when you learn more about megumi? and believe it too.

w.c; 6k

you’d been thinking about megumi all weekend. his face and all the events from the prior day swirling inside your head as you pondered them over and over, trying and hoping to find an apology in midst of all the pants shared between you both. of all the words he said to you.

just a simple apology. an apology to ease your heart, an attempt to clear all the things he put you through. all the times he humiliated you, all the times he embarrassed you and made you feel unimportant, unwanted. that’s all your beating heart wanted from him.

yet he never said those two words. not as he kissed you, not as he led you to the backseat of his charger, not as he slid in your mouth, or not as he fucked into you.

your chest filled with anxiety, he used me. curling up in your comforter as you tried to push away your negative thoughts with the soft music playing in your ears.

that was until your phone gave out a ding. picking it up, the light of it filling your dark, depressing room as you read the text with an unknown contact.

‘hey, bunny’ it read.

you squinted your eyes, where had you heard that nickname before? ah yes. the parking lot. the devil himself.

you groaned, locking your phone and wrapping yourself in your warm duvet again. your phone lit up again with the sound of his text. you blinked a few times as you shook your head and unlocked it again.

‘forgot to tell you’ as you read that, you pressed the contact and saved it as “megs </3”

your heart filled with a sense of hope, the little burnt flame igniting within you again, it died down as soon as it had been planted in you as you read the next text,

‘i got your number from one of your friends’

you sigh, so that’s what he forgot to tell you. not fuckin-

you were brought out of your thoughts as another text popped up

‘hello?’

‘y/n?’

‘did that bitch give me the wrong number?’

you wish you could just type out a lie, saying he got the wrong number, and forget that megumi fushiguro ever existed in your life. sure, maybe it was petty of you to hold a grudge against him for not apologizing even after the sensual acts that took place between you both the day prior. however, it was important to you. you needed to know he actually felt guilty those times. you need to know he felt as shitty as you did on the inside. you needed to know he wasn’t just using you. he technically never said that either, just told you to not say it.

nevertheless, you’re typing away before you can stop yourself. you should have.

‘hey ‘gumi’

‘no you got the right number’

you don’t really know what else to say. waiting patiently as the 3 dots start moving, signaling he’s typing.

‘good.’

‘i’ll pick you up in 30. be ready.’

you glance at the time on your phone, 5:30. you had enough time.

‘okay’

‘see ya cutie’

you get out of your bed quickly. taking a quick shower as the warm water helped you relax. you wear some jean shorts and a tank top with a silver necklace hanging lowly on your neck. you do some light makeup, only a little colorless lipgloss and mascara, as you tie your hair up in a ponytail. a few strands coming loose, not really being bothered to re-do it, you head down the stairs and go outside to sit on the porch, waiting for megumi.

in a couple minutes, his black charger comes to a halt infront of your house, you get up, grabbing your phone and your small purse, sliding it around your neck as you make your way to his car.

he leans to the passenger side and opens the door for you, giving you a smirk as you get in, gaze faltering on your jean shorts as he licks his lips. you give him a small smile, “hi.” your voice is soft as you observe him, the smell of rough lavender fills your nose this time instead of the cedarwood and musk, it seems gone now. his raven hair is damp atop his head, signaling he just came out of the shower.

he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, his hair brushing your forhead as he pulls away. a blush creeps on to your cheeks, “hey, beautiful.” he smiles as he fixes his gaze on the road and presses the gas pedal.

he puts his hand on your upper thigh, ��how are you?” you bite the inside of your cheeks, “fine.” his gaze stops on you for a second before looking back at the road, “you’re lying.” you sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. how could he tell whenever you’re lying? “I uhm.. I just have a bit of a headache.”

he hummed, “if you say so.” he gave you a smile as he squeezed your thigh. you decided to push all your thoughts away for now and only focus on him. you put your hand on his, “where are we going?” he looked at your hand with a smile, “my house.”

your gaze fixed on him, “why not outside?” he looked over to you, “I lost my phone somewhere at the house.. but if you don’t wanna go there I don’t mind. we could just hang outside.” he said with a shrug.

you thought it over for a few seconds, he was offering you a chance to see his house, where he spent most of his childhood in, so if you got the chance to see more of him, you would be a fool to not take it. you gave a soft squeeze to his hand on your thigh, “no, yeah let’s go to your house.”

he smirked as he made a sharp turn into a street, his knuckles flexing on the wheel. this was pretty far from your house, the houses in the neighborhood were all a fair distance away from eachother, each one looking modern and rather large.

he pulled into the parking way of one of the houses, as you looked up from your window, you could see the house was just as big as the others, glass panes covering one whole side of it instead of walls. the parking garage’s door slid up with a press of megumi’s finger on a remote. he parked the car and you both got out. a sudden feeling of anxiety swimming in your chest as you saw the big black ram next to where megumi had parked, was his dad home?

megumi grabbed your hand in his, holding you close and interlocking your fingers as you both made your way up a small flight of stairs. “my dad’s not home, I think he’s at the neighbors’ house, he’s his friend.” you swallowed, your shoulders relaxing as you nodded.

he let go of your hand as he opened a door that led to the huge living room, mostly black and dark grey furniture everywhere, it was calming in a sense. he twirled around with his arms open infront of you, “as you can see the house’s pretty fuckin huge. I hate it— so I’m not gonna give you a tour or anything. but,” you frowned at his words, fidgeting with your fingers. he moved towards you, smiling, “how about you give yourself a tour as you call my phone and try to find it? please? I need it for this one senior assignment I’m getting today.” you nodded slowly as he flashed you a big grin, kissing your cheek before storming off and yelling, “my sister needs my help with something! I’ll be back!”

with that, he left you alone standing in the large empty living room. you sighed, finding his phone seemed to be pretty important to him. you got your phone out of your purse, starting to dial megumi’s number as you wondered around the house. he didn’t seem fond of this house, it was really big though so you thought family members could easily ignore each other for days. that’s probably what megumi would do.

you dialed his number over and over, looking around the vastly sized kitchen, the dining room, and some other rooms downstairs. megumi had left upstairs so you thought that’s probably where the bedrooms are and he had most definitely looked around in there. so you decided to take the stairs that spiraled down instead. 

as you made your way down the stairs, a faint sound of the bass of music hit your ears. you followed it down the narrow hallway that was filled with empty white vases and fake plants. the music was getting too loud for it to be a ringtone. it led you to a big white door, you opened it as you stepped inside.

you were met with an even bigger looking room than any of the ones you had seen on the main floor, mirrors were covering all its walls, the music loud as it blasted through the soundproof ceiling, there were lots of equipment and machines, oh. it was a gym. was it bigger than the living room and kitchen combined? probably.

you dialed megumi’s number again, walking around the gym, staring at everything with wide eyes. how fucking rich were they? their own personal gym right under their penthouse, you scoffed at the excessive wealth they had, or his dad had.

you heard a light vibration, going towards it as you could see a faint light on the ground next to a towel, right under the mirrors on the wall, you bent over to pick it up, megumi’s phone. finally.

as you stood back up, your eyes set on a huge, tall body in the mirror standing behind you, before you could even look up to see who it is, you screamed and turned around, jumping back against the mirror, closing your eyes as you brought your hands in front of you offensively, as if you could do any damage with them.

you slowly opened your eyes as you heard a deep chuckle, toji fushiguro stood infront of you. tight workout shorts sticking to his legs, bringing out his huge thighs, a black tank top sat upon his chest, a slight wet ring formed around the front of it as his body was covered in sweat, glistening.

his body was beyond huge, making you look so insignificant standing before him. he ran a veiny hand through his damp hair, bicep flexing as he did so, “done staring, pretty thing?” your mouth went dry, as if you weren’t practically drooling seconds before.

you could hear your heartbeat in your own ears, you were about to fucking black out. and you didn’t know why, his presence was so intimidating, the smell of cedarwood and musk filled the aroma around him, making you dizzy. so that was his smell yesterday in the car.

he towered over you, licking slightly at the scar on his lip, “cat’s got your tongue? or has megumi got a deaf plaything this time?” at the mention of your hearing, you tried to focus on the loud song playing instead of your unsteady heartbeat. the song was a forgein rap, turkish maybe? as it blasted through the gym and bounced off the ceiling.

you cleared your throat slightly, not trusting the power of your voice right now, “I uhm.. no.. I was just looking for fushiguro’s phone, and I uh.. found it here.” you waved the phone in front of your face, trying to show him.

he raises a brow, turning around and moving towards what seems to be a cable crossover machine. he grabs the hem of his black top with one hand, sliding it over his head as he dries the sweat around his neck, leaving the shirt there like a scarf. you stand there, staring at his muscular back. pressing your thighs together, why were you pressing your thighs together? this was megumi’s dad.

megumi’s phone kept buzzing in your hand, you looked at the screen, notifications on notifications showing there, you couldn’t see the texts unless it was unlocked but you could see the contact names, most of them were not saved, the rest being emojis.

“7 notifications from 💥”

“4 notifications from 👅”

“3 notifications from 🧜🏻‍♀️”

you could feel the rage settling in your stomach and all the way to your head, having a tight grip on his phone. the sound of weights bumping into eachother made you jump, looking up at where toji stood in between the machine, his arms working with the cables as his pecs flexed and unflexed.

the man glances at you from the side of his eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. he keeps opening and closing his arms with the wire, his gaze not leaving you as you practically have a staring contest. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them as the scar on his lip tugs upwards with his smirk.

he stops moving his arms, making you flinch again with the sound of the weights hitting the metal, you find yourself pulling away your gaze from his crotch. when did you start staring at the bulge in his shorts?

you felt dizzy again as he started walking towards you slowly, his manly perfume filling your nose again. taking the damp black top around his neck and tying it around his forhead, he makes it into a makeshift headband as he pulls his hair back out of his forhead and up. you gasp at the sight, looking down at the ground in as your face starts heating up.

he stops a few inches infront of you, holding his large palm out to you as he motions for you to give him megumi’s phone. the loud forgein rap seems to fade away as his deep voice rings in your ears again, “explosion one’s ‘bitch that sucked him off real good,” he scrolled through megumi’s notifications with his thumb. the big phone looking tiny in his large hands, he held a bored expression on his face as he made your heart clench with each sentence, “tongue one he went down on,” he scoffs and chuckles darkly, “damn brat, the mermaid one must be the girl he fucked in my pool last night and denied of ever doing so when I busted his ass.” he twisted the phone in his hands and held it out to you.

a horrid expression filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on his chest, “oh and you must be the sunset girl, hm?” you looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes, “w-what??” he leaned forward and tucked megumi’s phone in the back pocket of your jean shorts, his big hand covering the majority of the cheek of your ass, making you shiver as your nose was practically in his neck, his musky scent making you dizzy.

as he pulled away, he whispered in your ear in a voice you could only recognize as seductive scary, “you look smarter than to be used by my excuse of a son, doll.” you blinked a few times. trying to register what just happened before quickly getting past him and making your way out of the gym and upstairs.

your head was swarming with thoughts as you sat in the living room, clutching megumi’s phone in your hands. you stared at the spiraling stairs that would lead you up to where he probably was. you were trying to mentally get yourself ready, should you ask him about it? should you even mention it? toji’s voice clouded your brain, he called you megumi’s plaything. was it true? were you just like all the other girls? getting used by him and getting lost between the many ‘emoji’s’?

you took a deep breath, heading upstairs and calling for megumi. his head plopped out of one of the rooms, hair in fluffy spikes as he smiled at you. “did you find it?” you nodded and walked towards him.

giving him his phone, he motioned for you to join him in his bedroom, sitting on his chair in the corner of the room as you sat on his bed in the center, looking at him anxiously as you gripped the bedsheets beneath your palms.

he was focused on his phone, scrolling through something with furrowed brows and an amused expression before he looked at you standing up and grabbing what seemed to be his car keys from his desk.

“hey uhh.. I’m sorry one of my friends is in big trouble, I gotta go but I’ll be back okay? do you wanna stay here until I come back?” he waited for your answer, lightly bouncing his foot as if he couldn’t wait to get out of the room and to wherever he was going.

you felt like you could cry any moment now, you just needed him to go away, to not be here to witness your pathetic tears and emotions. you bit on your bottom lip, should you wait for him? or go home? “uhm, yeah I’ll wait..” you said as his ocean blue eyes stared at you in anticipation, you couldn’t say no to them.

a wide smile came onto his face, giving you a salute and a small “thank you” before he hurried out of the room, getting downstairs with fast steps that you could hear.

you took a deep breath, falling back down on his bed, it smelled like him, like lavender. god what where you doing? your eyes felt heavy like your heart, why did you give him a chance to slither his way into you heart? he was supposed to stay your bully.

before you knew it, you fell asleep on his bed, your brain too swarmed by your thoughts that you wanted to just push away. you felt like you were half asleep, still being aware of your surroundings.

you opened your eyes to a vibration, it was your phone in your hands, you looked at the time, it had been almost an hour since you laid on his bed, not even aware if you were fully asleep or not.

you sighed, getting off his bed and out of his room, you looked around for a bathroom, finding it not too far from megumi’s room, in the same hallway a few steps down.

when you came out, you turned around only to bump into a chest, looking up, you covered your mouth with your hands, “I’m sorry! uhm...” it was megumi’s dad, he had a grin on his face, his hair damp atop his head, his chest bare, and a towel hanging around his torso.

he gave you a look up and down, “you’re good, where’s megumi?” he waited for your answer, but saw you fidgeting with your fingers and pouting, “he left you didn’t he?” you nodded weakly.

he brought his hand to his own chin, rubbing at it as he seemed to be deep in thought of something, then his gaze caught yours, your eyes dilating as a devilish grin made its way accross his lips.

before you could blink, your back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, his large hand around your throat as he towered over you. leaning his face close to yours as your eyes fluttered with his minty breath in your face, “then how about,” he tightened his grip on your throat, making you choke on a breath as he continued, “we get some revenge on him, yeah?”

you were speechless, this all felt like a fever dream. that’s it, maybe you hadn’t even woken up yet, maybe you were still sleeping soundly in megumi’s room. but the wetness pooling between your legs as he parted them with his knee said otherwise.

he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you at a slow pace until your small hands were grabbing at his chest, pushing him away to look up into his dark eyes, “t-this is wrong— what are we—“

he sighed, “your little boyfriend is out fucking someone else right now, please don’t tell me your little teenage heart is in love with him or some bullshit.” he was right. you were nothing to megumi, you never had been. so why shouldn’t you act like he was nothing to you?

his eyes were searching your face, his brows scrunched together. you grabbed a fist full of the back of his hair and brought his lips down to yours, you could feel his smirk against your lips before he started to kiss you back again, this time rougher.

his tongue pushed against your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him taste you. the smell of musk was all around you, making you dizzy as you grabbed at his hair. the kiss was a sloppy mess, his tongue dominating yours and biting at your bottom lip as he pulled back.

he pressed his bulge against your center, making you let out a small whimper as you looked up at him with doe eyes. he leaned in again, but this time his lips went to your neck, his tongue pressing against your pulse point as the beat of your heart got faster and faster. you could feel him sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck, leaving trails of crimson and rosemary all over your collarbone as you shuddered and small pants left your mouth.

his large hands were pressing into both sides of your hip, the towel around his torso shuffling as he practically grinded your clothed center onto it. on of your hands was laced through his hair, grip tightening as his mouth traveled down to your chest, pressing wet kisses right above your boobs that were still covered by the material of your shirt. your other hand held onto the large muscle of his bare bicep tightly, crescents forming from your nails as he bit the hard bud of your nipple from above your shirt.

your hand on his bicep traveled to his chest hesitantly, so hesitant that when your fingers accidentally brushed against his left nipple, he hissed, a shudder running down his spine and pulling back from where he was marking you up. you studied the loon on his face closely, his eyes were filled with lust, looking you up and down as he towered over your small form.

you looked back at the hand that was resting on his pec, his nipple hard right between your index and middle finger. you took a deep breath, slowly moving forward towards his chest, he watched you as you pressed a kiss to his nipple, his arm twitching from on the wall, the fingers from his other hand tightening around the flesh of your tiny hip. he wanted to stop you, let you know who’s in charge, but he decided to wait, wanting to know what you’re up to.

you pressed another kiss to the bud, only this time, your tongue pressed against it as you pulled away, earning a grunt from him. you stuck out your tongue circling his nipple in slow movements as your other hand trailed down his defined stomach, grabbing onto the self-made knot of his towel as you attempted to pull him closer than he already was.

the way your tongue was swirling around his nipple as you sucked slowly, kissing it after each nibble had him weak. he was god awful thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now, because his expression was not him. his face was burried in your neck, the tip of his nose a light pink that dusted his defined cheekbones too. his eyes were scrunched shut, his nose upwards as his mouth was agape, small pants and broken breaths leaving his pretty lips.

when you finally got the knot of his towel free, the white material going loose around his torso, you bit down on his nipple gently. that was his breaking point, the rope that finally snapped. hearing a deep growl from him, you could feel large hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you up so you were flush against him, both your legs locked around his waist and your hands tight around his neck as you hid your face in between his two large pecs.

you were so lost in the strong smell of the shampoo previously used on his chest that you only felt his girth in between your legs when he started walking you both down the hallway. your eyes widened, looking down in between you and at the generous amount of manhood he had to give you with a gasp. you were dumbfounded, stuttering over your words as you tried to form a sentence, he was walking you both somewhere, a deep chuckle vibrating from his chest as you pressed your head to it again.

“ssshh don’t worry about that, doll.” he said, rubbing circles onto the flesh of your ass with his thumb. you pulled your head back from his chest as you felt his hands shuffle, throwing you onto a bed as you bounced a few times, your hair fanning around you as you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for whatever is to come.

your eyes opened wide as your nose picked up the now familiar scent of lavender, looking around you in a haste, you were on megumi’s bed.

you looked forward, the sentence you wanted to scream at toji dying down on your tongue when you saw him crawling towards you with a malicious grin, the veins in his large biceps flexing with every moment, his cock standing upright under his stomach, the tip red and angry as precum dribbled onto the lavender-smelling sheets below you both.

his large form is above you, hands on either side of your head as he leans down again, grabbing at your shirt in an animalistic manner, you thought he was gonna tug it over your head, closing your eyes. you opened them back up when you heard a loud shredding sound. he had ripped your top to pieces, the fabric ripping in two beside you as your naked chest was exposed to him.

he raise his brows, the side of his mouth where his scar resided rising up into a half-smirk, “no bra? fucking dirty.” he grabbed one of your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he took the other one his mouth, humming around it as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, his gaze coming back to stare you in the eyes as you watched him. “were you prepared to get fucked by him again?” he said in between pressing his tongue against your nipple, earning small pants and whimpers from you.

“didn’t expect to be splayed out like this under his dad instead did you now?” his voice was deep, he sucked on your nipple repeatedly, making sure to give the other one the same attention as he rolled the other bud in between his large fingers. you moaned out loud when you felt his sharp teeth biting into your chest, “speak when you’re fucking spoken to.” he said as he landed a slap on your other boob, you whimpered, nodding your head “y-yes— I mean— n-no I didn’t—“

he gave out a dark chuckle, his hot breaths driving you crazy as he switched between your boobs, sucking and biting on the other one as he held them both in his hands, “haven’t even fucked you, yet you’re all dumb under me already.” he said with another chuckle as he hummed around your nipple.

he came back up to your lips, his huge cock pressing into your clothed center. you felt his fingers wrap around your throat, rising your head slightly from the pillow and bringing your face closer to his, your nose touching his, his gaze feral as it pierced you, his lips inches away from you as you could feel his hot breath over your lips.

he gave you a passionate kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth before he pulled away, your lips following him to get more, but he only chuckled darkly again, looking down at where his cock was practically twitching against you. “you gonna take your slutty fucking shorts off? or should I rip them as well huh?” you shakes your head rapidly, “n-no.” you squealed.

he raised his brows, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips, his hand tightening around your throat, “no, who?” he nearly growled out. you squeezed your eyes together, breath catching in your throat as you whine out “n-no… daddy.” he smirked, giving a single smooch to your parted lips before loosening his hand around your throat, “atta girl, now c’mon, do as you’re told and I’ll play nice on you ‘kay?”

your hands were shaky as you lifted your hips, sliding your shorts down halfway to your knees, struggling to get out of them under his dark gaze. he groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands replaced yours, tugging the shorts down fully and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

he looked down at you, licking his lips. a wet patch had formed on your panties, his large hands coming to your hips, grabbing onto the waistband of your underwear before he groaned again, “too much fuckin work.” you heard another ripping sound, he had tore your underwear too, disregarding the pieces that remained on the bed as he ran his fingers along your inner thigh, his eyes coming back up to your face to watch your every expression.

“oops.” he muttered, snickering at you, before his face turned into one of— concern? your lips were trembling, tears prickling your eyes as you tried to blink them away. he moved up again, his hand coming up to hold your face in his palm, his thumb wiping at your wet lashes. “what is it, doll? are you scared?”

you sniffed, shaking your head grabbing his other wrist in your small hands, shakily bringing it to your lower stomach. he smiled, humming, “you want me touch you? take real good care of you?” his fingers inched closer to your clit, but still not touching, only grazing the upper part of your pussy.

you nodded, “uhh huh— p-please, fushiguro.” he chuckled again, the sound becoming familiar to your ears as you wanted to hear it more and more. “please??” he said in a teasing tone, his voice dropping a few octaves down if that was even possible.

“p-please toji—“ he laughed, the noise making your cunt flutter around nothing. “wrong answer, doll.” he slapped your clit, the action catching you off gaurd, making you let out a choked whimper. his hand still on your cheek, going down to grip your jaw as he hummed quizzically. “please, daddy.”

“mhhmm,” you felt his palm graze your clit as one of his thick middlefinger fingers entered you, your back arching and hips bucking up towards his hands as you moaned. “there you go, right there?” the pad of his finger pressed against the perfect spot inside of you, your thighs shaking around him as you nodded and moaned, his chuckles feeling your ears again.

your hips were bucking up against him in a circular motion, your walls tightening around his single finger as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unwind, right then and there, he pulled his finger out of you, snickering as you whined. you looked down at him, his finger that was in you seconds ago now in his mouth as he hummed around it, “you taste so sweet, doll.”

he leaned down, taking his large cock in his hand, stroking the base a few times before lining it up right at your entrance, he was on his knees, looking down at you with a raised brow, “I’d ask you if you’re a virgin but,” your eyes widened as you felt his head move into you, your hands gripping the sheets and your knuckles growing white as you whimpered. “you’re a naughty little— fuck— slut. but still tight.”

your walls fluttered around him repeatedly as he tried to fit in more of his cock, stretching you open almost painfully, but god the stretch felt amazing. you felt like you could rip the sheets any moment now with the grip you had on them, you could barely keep your eyes open, nuzzling your head into your own neck and whimpering.

until you felt his fingers wrap around your throat again, looking at him as your mouth hung open, soundless breaths leaving your mouth and onto his face as he smirked, his cock was spreading you open so wide, you could feel every vein, every ridge of it brushing against your tight walls, and eventually his big balls tapping at your ass when he bottomed out.

he stilled inside of you, letting you let out your choked breaths until your hips were rutting against him, he groaned, “I’m trying to be nice here, give you time to get used to it, and you go and grind against me while I’m balls-deep inside of your tight little cunt?” your eyes rolled back as he gave you his first thrust, hard and unrelenting. making your tits jiggle up and back down again, your hands going to his wrist that is around your throat.

you hold his lower arm with one of your small hands, and the other around his wrist, pressing down on your throat until a squeak comes out your mouth, his cock twitches inside of you, and you clench around him as he gives you another hard thrust, “want me to choke you? you’re dirty like that?” his fingers tighten around your neck, and your around his arm and wrist.

his thrusts are hard, fucking into you with all the power in his hips and pulling out agonizingly slow, just to ram back in again. you moan out and let out incoherent babbles, he hums quizzically, and you lol your tongue out, his thrusts slow for a few seconds, chuckling darkly. he spits in your mouth, right on your tongue, and you can feel his thrusts speed up again as he grunts out “swallow then.”

and you do, you take all that he gives you, your cunt flutters around him again, your orgasm close as you claw at his large biceps, whimpering and moaning out, “f-faster, please daddy.” he groans, taking both his arms and balancing himself on top of you, but closer.

his hips move faster, not hard and agonizing anymore, but he listens to you. the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room and mixes with the ragged breaths coming out of his mouth, and then loud moans you’re giving out, your hands go to his hair as you feel the knot in your stomach snap, scratching at his scalp and pulling at the back of his hair.

he moans, the sound cutting short as he presses his lips to yours, it’s messy, just a wet battle of tongues as you both swallow eachother’s sounds. a string of saliva connecting you both as your pussy gushes all around him, cumming with a scream and another pull on the raven strands of his hair.

he keeps giving you sloppy thrusts, helping you ride through your orgasm, “fuck— yeah, cum on daddy’s cock baby, just like that.” his voice is shaky, the words coming out between broken breaths and grunts. he gives you one last thrust, making your whole body shudder as he fills you up, his warm cum painting your insides, as he moans repeatedly, his brows scrunched and his forhead resting in the crook of your neck as he tries to calm himself.

he lays on top of you for a while, but slowly pulls away as you start groaning, his body weight crushing you. with a chuckle, he pulls out, and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve seen. he’s on his knees between your legs, holding the base of his own cock as he pulls out slowly, one side of his hair is in the air, messy around his head and beads of sweat decorate his chest.

you whine out at the feeling of being so empty, and he snickers, shaking his head and leaving the room before you notice. did he just leave you? you lay on the bed, and try to get up before his cum can stain megumi’s sheets. your legs are shaking as you try to make it to the bathroom, your lower stomach burning with an unfamiliar pain, you had never taken a dick this big before.

you washed up, getting out the bathroom with shaky legs, holding the wall for support. until you bumped into a chest, again. you looked up, he looked the same as when he left the room, “you really need to stop doing that doll. unless you want me to destroy your cunt.” toji says with a smirk, making your cheeks heat up.

“why did you get up?” he asks with a raise of his brows. you struggle to stand, your knee buckling as his gaze goes down to your trembling legs, chuckling as he has you in his arms in the blink of an eye, carrying you back to megumi’s room. “you can’t even walk now can you?” he says teasingly. and you huff, furrowing your brows as he sits you back on the bed.

“I went to bring you a shirt. since ya know-“ you look up at him, your eyes sparkling as he holds a black shirt in his hands, giving you a smile, “arms up.” you obey, putting both your arms up, waiting for him to put his shirt on you. he licks his lips, grinning as he gives out a chuckle, looking at you tits being stretched up with your hands, you didn’t even notice. you squeak, putting your arms back down and on your chest, trying to cover them as he chuckles again, his green eyes hooded and dark as he watches you, “hiding them from me as if— how adorable.” he shook his head.

he threw you his shirt, “go on, megs will be here soon.” you wear the shirt, the fabric big on you, the musky smell filling your senses again. you couldn’t face megumi now, not in his dad’s shirt.

toji chuckles, moving his hand through his hair as he clicks his tongue, “don’t think he can see you like this can he? or would you want that?”

your cheeks grow red, and you nibble on your bottom lip as you shake your head.

he sighs, “come down to the garage after you put your pants on. or don’t, that’s even better.” he leaves the room with a chuckle.

what did you just do?

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5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

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“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Taglist: @triplexdoublex @thisshitisfuckingdifficult @brightblaqkkheaven

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[thesightstoshowyou]

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

           Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

             Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

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             “Put this on.”

             You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

             “What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

             “It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

             You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

             “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

             “Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

             What is it with Bo and fan belts?

             Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

             “Bo—

             “You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

             “Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

**

             You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

             You think you might be sick.

             As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

             You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

             “Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

             The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

             “Hey, sis. Just in time.”

             Sis, huh?

             “These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

             “Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

             “Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

             “Can do.”

             “Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

             “Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

             “Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

             If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

             “Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

             Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

             The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

**

             You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

             It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

             You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

             Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

             “You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.  

             “I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

             “Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

             “I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

             “No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

             “Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

             “Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

             “Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

             “Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

             “Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

             “Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

             “Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

             “You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

             “N-no, please, s—

             Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

             “I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

             Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

             “Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

             “I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

             “Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

             Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

             Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

             He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

             “Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

             And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

             “Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

             “Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.  

             “Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

             “You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

             “Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

             “Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

             In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

             “Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

             “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

             Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

             “Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

             You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

             “’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

             “Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

             His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

             “Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

             “Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

             “There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”  

             What a bastard.

[dakarimainink]

Invitation

WARNING: 18+, SMUUUUUT, alcohol, public fingering, public orgasm, cocky attitude, bodily fluids, protected fucking, oral female receiving, multiple orgasm for female, orgasm, slight humiliation, a splash of angst, swearing, a hint of sub/dom, clit slapping (because lord have mercy)

Pairing: Dave York x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 7K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. omfg... this is a fuckin' mess!!!! this is the most warnings I've applied too.... This is my first work with Dave York and I loved how it turned out! Probably going to hell for this too

it started as a small idea and as I wrote, it just became longer and longer. 7K??? gah! I just fell straight for Dave York when I watched the equalizer 2 and omfg!!!

Anyway, just a second note to this story, you (reader) is a bit of a hopeless mess for this guy, just sayin'....

You're invited to the CIA gala dinner by Dave York and you accept.

Masterlist

It was the annual CIA gala dinner. Somehow, Mr. York had decided to bring you – his secretary – to the dinner, as his wife were out of town with the kids.

You had never been to such an event before and were worried perhaps you wouldn’t fit in. You certainly didn’t have the clothes for it, so you sought help from your friend, who had pulled you through nearly every clothing store in Washington. Dresses weren’t your thing, they were clingy, uncomfortable and the biggest crime of them all, no pockets.

After following tediously several YouTube videos on how to do makeup and hair, you finally were ready to leave for the gala. Your friend had suggested getting a coat with the dress, but you knew it was a one-time thing and therefore opted for your own black long-coat. Your friend had also lent them their silver clutch bag to match the little jewellery you had. You barely remembered last time you wore a necklace, but there it hung around your neck. A small little diamond droplet you had inherited from your mother (or was it grandmother?).

The doorbell rang and pulled you out of your thoughts. Your heart thumped a little harder as you walked towards your front door. You were nervous, not quite sure on how to behave or talk or even if you would recognise anyone there. The people you did work with – the other secretaries and office workers – weren’t even going to the event. It was only for the people higher up and you had received some strange looks when you told them.

You admitted to being honoured that Mr. York had asked you of all people, that he didn’t even chose to go alone. He could have even asked Alexis – a woman with style and class sitting higher up than yourself – as she was into him. The only reason you knew was because she never shut up about it whenever she engaged in conversations with you by the coffee machine.

She would gush about him like a schoolgirl, which was uncharacteristically of her. Whenever he passed by, not even glancing in your direction, she would almost squeal her heart out once he was out of sight. You knew she was only engaging with you in order to know Mr. York’s schedule and meetings, but you weren’t giving up that information so easily. You took your job seriously, mostly because you were desperate to keep it as you had been going from one workplace to the other for two years.

You admitted to yourself he was a good looking man, always cleanshaven, neatly dressed and always carried himself with such high authority. But he was married with children and in your book, that was hands off. You weren’t sure if it was Alexis who had smitten you or if his authoritative aura and stern voice whenever he asked you to do something, had led you to sometimes dream of him. But you had slapped yourself mentally and told yourself to not pursue it further than your dreams.

You remembered once she asked you why you kept calling him Mr. York, he had a first name after all. You had said truthfully, you did it out of respect, but there was another reason as well. You were afraid that if you called him by his first name, you would trick yourself into thinking you would ever have a chance with him. The only time you did say his first name, was when your fingers were deep inside your drenching pussy, moaning out his name as you came undone.

You brushed the crease on your high cut black dress before reaching for the door handle. You knew it was him on the other side who had come to pick you up.

You opened up the door and found Mr. York standing tall with his back to the door, looking at your front porch. He turned around and his eyes widened at your presence. They drew across your body as his lips parted with a slow exhale. His eyes lingered for a moment on your exposed leg before they drew up again to meet your eyes.

“Miss Y/L/N you look…” His eyes roamed your body again, taking in the sight of you before locking eyes with you once more. “Divine.”

Mr. York was particular with his words. He believed choosing once words carefully would aid one to a clearer understanding of once intentions. The fact that he chose to use “divine” to describe you, sent delicious shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, Mr. York.” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “You look handsome.” You added, trying to avert attention from yourself. And he was mouth-watering handsome; dressed in a dark blue three piece suit, white shirt and black tie. His hair was styled and he was newly shaven.

He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and smirked at your compliment. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, just let me get my coat and clutch bag.” You turned around, grabbed your coat and swung it around your body before sliding your arms in. You picked up your bag and made sure you had everything you needed. You locked your front door and followed Mr. York outside.

He opened the door to his black BMW and held your hand as you sat down into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and got around and into the driver’s seat.

As he sat down, the smell of his spicy cologne hit your nose and you inhaled deeply. As you exhaled, you realised he was looking at you curiously. You cleared your throat and felt a heat wash over you. You reached for the seatbelt and secured it.

He did the same before starting the engine. The roar of the motor startled you and you held onto your bag. He placed his hand on the shift stick and looked at you. “Everything okay?” He asked softly.

You swallowed thickly, trying hard not to rub your thighs together as his eyes lingered on you. “Y-yes, just a bit anxious.” You admitted and shifted in your seat. You darted out your tongue to dampen your lips. His eyes immediately snapped to your shimmering mouth and you couldn’t help but nervously smile.

“There’s no need to be, I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips parted at his words. Oh god how you wanted this man to tend to you and your desires. You pressed your thighs together as you looked away, trying hard to be as discreet as possible. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, which made you squirm on the inside, fighting the urge to throw yourself at the man sitting next to you.

The engine roared again before you drove off to the gala.

~~~

On arrival, a man dressed in a black tuxedo opened the door for you and assisted you in getting out. You decided to leave your coat in the car, as you were told the event would be completely indoors.

A second man held the door open for Mr. York before he handed the man his keys to park the car. You stood still as you waited for Mr. York to arrive by your side, your eyes wandering the tall outside walls and windows, a warm light emitting from inside.

You walked nervously next to him, your fingers clutching onto your bag as you stepped up the small flight of stairs to the entry. Mr. York handed the invitations over to the man by the entrance before the door was pushed open by a second man. A mellow glow of light shone through and a wall of chatter hit your ears.

As you passed the threshold your eyes widened at the amount of people grouped up all around the grand ballroom. Great chandeliers hung from the ceilings above the many round tables decorated with expensive dining ware and huge vases overfilled with big bouquets of flowers. There was a golden glow all around the room, making it almost like a lucid dream.

Your presence caught people’s attention as you stood by the door. You gulped nervously as you felt eyes burning into you. You wanted to run and hide. You wanted to curl up in Mr. York’s embrace and melt away. You sensed a sting of regret as you stood there like a piece of exhibition for anyone to ogle at.

Your eyes widened as you felt a warm hand on your exposed lower back. You turned your head and met a pair of calm brown eyes. He leaned close to your ear. “Relax, Y/N.” He whispered, the breath tickling your skin.

You let out a shuddering breath. “Everyone’s looking.” You mumbled back, feeling small in such a huge room with high-ranking people.

“I can’t blame them; the view is stunning after all.” He smirked and straightened up. A man dressed in the same outfit as the men outside, held up a tray with champagne glasses. Dave picked up one and handed it to you. You looked at him questioning. “You might as well enjoy it all.”

You took the glass from him and took a sip. The taste was crispy with a hint of apple. He retrieved his hand from your back and held it in front of you. “I won’t let anyone get near you.”

You glanced at his hand and believed him. Your eyes darted at the several hungry-looking men before placing your hand in his. He gave it a small squeeze before leading the way into the room.

“Thank you, Mr. York.”

He scoffed in amusement. “No need to be so formal, Y/N. Call me Dave, I insist.” Your eyes met and for a moment, the buzzing around you drowned out. You could stay connected with them until the end of time. He guided you through the crowd of people, giving a nod here and a shake there as you walked. You didn’t recognise anyone or any of the names as Dave greeted them one by one.

“Ah, Dave. It’s good to see you.” A man dressed in a black and white suit came wandering over to you with a woman next to him in a red dress. “And who is this sweet little bird?” His eyes roamed your body and lingered on your chest. “Didn’t know you had a mistress on the side, Mr. York.” He winked and looked at Dave next to you, who had a stern frown painted on his face.

You uncomfortably took a long sip from your champagne, feeling out of place with a hint of disgust the minute the man had said his first word approaching you.

Dave’s arm immediately went around your waist and pulled you a little closer. “Mr. Brown, this is Y/N.” You could feel the heat radiating from him through his suit. “Y/N, this is Michael Brown and his wife Alexis Brown.”

It took you a moment to register it was in fact Alexis from the office. This would explain why he didn’t invite her. Your eyes met and you could see the jealousy drip from her pores as she gave you the most toxic smile you had ever seen someone give you.

“Ah, the secretary.” She scoffed. “Wife busy, Mr. York? I thought you would at least settle for something more…” She wiped her upper lip with her tongue. “… séduisant.”

You furrowed your brows at the last word. You had no idea what it meant but you sure as hell knew there was something venomous behind it. It made your blood boil and all you could think of was spitting something back at her, but what? You didn’t even know what she said and it just frustrated you further.

“Alexis, the day I want to invite a snake, I’ll make sure to keep you in mind.” Dave bit back and his words took you all by surprise. “By the way, how is Jonathan at eleventh floor? I heard he helped you with a copying issue last week.”

Your jaw dropped.

Alexi’s eyes narrowed.

Michael’s lips turned thin. “No need to ruin the mood, Mr. York. We get your point.” Michael said through clenched teeth. “We’ll leave.” He grabbed Alexis’ wrist and pulled her with him as they stomped through the crowd.

You looked up at Dave who kept his eyes at the couple until they were gone. He turned to you and placed his hands on both your arms. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned, as if you had been hit by a truck, which it felt like considering the scene that just unfolded right in front of you. His thumb lightly caressed your skin and you felt your knees tremble slightly.

“I’m just…” You stumbled at a loss for words. The mixture of alcohol, his presence and caress made your head swim. “What did she say?”

He gave you a half smirk and let his hands fall to his side. “Doesn’t matter, it was rude and she got what she deserved.” He looked around the room, noticing the crowds were wandering towards the tables. “Let’s find some seats.” He took your hand in his and led you through the room.

Dave held your chair and assisted you in sitting down. Once seated he sat down in the chair next to you, sliding the chair a little closer to yours. You could feel the warmth emit through his clothes and you swallowed thickly. Inhaling once again his musky scent and exhaled slowly. Fuck he smelled good.

You quickly reached for your champagne glass and downed the whole drink. You didn’t remember the last time you had drunk alcohol and realised it was probably a mistake to even drink it, as the liquor had a pretty fast effect on your body, especially considering you had only eaten breakfast that day.

Your eyes roamed the faces of the table, but you realised there was no point to it, as you didn’t recognise any of them. You hadn’t even seen their faces before, let alone even heard their names. You kept your hands twiddling in your lap as you kept looking down on the big round plate with nothing on top. You could feel a slight growl in your stomach and darted your gaze around to make sure no one heard it.

It would be hard of course, as everyone around you were too busy chatting with each other. Some were talking about finances, others about their families and Dave –

“Well yes, unfortunately my wife is out of town this weekend, but luckily I was accompanied by this lovely lady.” You felt a hand gently wrap around one of your twiddling hands, his fingers brushing against your thigh as he grabbed it. You inhaled sharply as your eyes locked with his. “Y/N, I would like to introduce you to the director of public affairs; Caleb Wallace.”

You put on your warmest smile and reached your hand over to him. He gladly shook it with a firm grip. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Dave told me you’re working as his secretary and that he is very satisfied with your work.”

Your eyes jumped to Dave who seemed to hold by that statement. You weren’t sure if he was lying or not, but you decided to take it. If he had said it, then he probably meant it.

“Well, I wish he had told me those words as well.” You chuckled jokingly.

Caleb laughed with you, finally letting go of your hand. “Why yes, isn’t that always the struggle. Praise is often heard by the ones it’s not directed at.”

You leaned back and saw the stern underlying face on Dave. You gulped as his eyes barely narrowed onto you and you felt your heart drop. You realised your mistake already and cursed yourself for drinking the champagne.

He turned his head to Caleb with a grin, joining in on the joke, but you knew he was upset with what you had said. “Well, I am sure she will see the value of her hard work once we go over the yearly results and the bonus she might get.”

You turned away from the men and chewed on your inner cheek as you stared back at the plate in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat when a man suddenly leaned on your left and poured champagne into your empty glass. You were about to protest when you felt a squeeze on your hand. You looked down and found Dave was still holding it.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea I have any more.” You mumbled as the waiter continued to pour drinks for the rest of the table.

Dave leaned closer to you. “You don’t have to drink it, but it’s nice to have an option, isn’t it? I also heard it pairs good with the meal we’re soon to be served.” He winked and leaned back before turning back to Caleb.

You stared at the bubbly glass and agreed, it was nice to have an option. And you believed if you were to survive this evening, you needed some liquor courage. Out of habit, you reached for the glass and took a sip as you felt the anxiety linger as some eyes continued to glance at you from around.

The meal was served; slow cooked brisket with wine and mushroom sauce, served with side of homemade creamy mashed potatoes, along with a slightly buttered and grilled zucchini and squash vegetables.

Your mouth watered instantly the smell hit your nose and you dampened your lips in anticipation. You picked up your fork and knife and begun to eat. The room almost fell silent as everyone ate their served meal. The taste was better than you imagined and your stomach were silently thanking you for finally eating something.

As you ate, the older woman sitting next to you on your left had begun a light conversation with you. When you told her you were a secretary, she had really shown interest, as she said it was how she had first begun working for the CIA.

“Never let men walk all over you, you hear me?” She had begun sternly. “If anyone tries anything funny, if they even step a toe over your personal line, you make sure to tell them.”

You knew her words were meant as good, but you couldn’t help but notice a slight tinge of toxicity in her tone. She must have gone through quite a bit of struggle to give such a warning to you, but you knew this yourself, considering the struggle you went through on your third full-time job. You had made sure to clap back at him when you saw him go from annoying you to the newest girl at work.

You finished your meal and alternated from having a conversation with Caleb and Dave, to the older woman next to you, Rosa Shell.

As you were turned to Rosa, you felt something bump into your knee. You looked down underneath the tablecloth and saw Dave had widened his legs apart as he was speaking with Caleb. The movement took you by surprise and you couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge growing in his trousers. You darted your eyes up to the flower bouquet adorning the middle of the table and shallowly breathed through your lips.

“Is everything alright, my dear?” Rosa asked and took your hand.

You cleared your throat before turning back to her. “Yes, just… it’s a bit warm in here.” You lied. Although it wasn’t a complete lie, the mix of alcohol and Dave’s innocent touch had made your ears burn.

Rosa nodded in agreement. “It sure is. Why don’t we, after dessert, step outside for some air.”

“Dessert?”

And as you said those words, a plate adorned with a chocolate souffle was placed in front of you. You blinked down at it, not being prepared for a dessert to be served. You shifted in your chair and glanced over at Dave who seemed preoccupied talking with Caleb and another man next to him again.

You were about to take a bite of your souffle, when you felt a hand rest on the middle of your thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked down, seeing it was Dave’s hand. You breathed as slowly and controllably as you could, trying not to let it get to you.

You took your first bite as you chose to ignore the heat enveloping between your legs. The chocolate melted on your tongue and you felt your body relax a little, until you felt a light squeeze on your flesh. You turned your head slowly and met a pair of dark brown eyes. You held your own breath as you scanned his face. His fingers were gently rubbing into your skin and you felt your panties getting wet already.

There was a smirk hiding on his lips as he leaned closer to you. “You seem a bit flustered, Y/N.” He whispered. “Could it be because you haven’t had any relief all day?”

You titled back and looked at him with wide and confused eyes. How did he know? And how can this man have such an effect on you? He’s just resting his hand on your thigh.

He let out a scoff. “You don’t think I noticed your dilated pupils, trembling breath and rubbing thighs in the car?”

You swallowed thickly as a blush crept up your cheeks. You felt your whole body heating up as his fingers reached between the slit on your dress and to the inside of your thigh. You inhaled sharply at the touch of his fingers against your skin.

“Mr. York…”

“Dave.” He reminded you with a dark gaze.

“Dave…” You corrected yourself. “I don’t think…” His fingers slowly slid up your thigh along your ever heating flesh.

“Think what?”

Your jaw trembled. “I don’t think this is appropriate.” You squeezed out, trying to hold your composure.

At the apex of your thigh, he dug his fingers into your skin. “But rubbing your thighs together and spreading that sweet aroma of yours in my car is?”

You let out a shuddered breath and wrapped your left hand around his wrist. You wanted to push him away, but your body was already betraying you and you let him close the gap to your aching mound.

His fingers brushed against the fibres of your panties and a dark grin grew on his lips. You saw he felt it and your ears burned red. He tilted his head in a mocking way as his fingers pressed against your clit. Your lips parted at his touch and your fingers dug into his skin.

“Don’t.” You whispered, begged.

His fingers circled your clit slowly. “Don’t what?” He asked, as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

Before you could reply, his fingers slid between the folds of your clothed mound, feeling your juices seep through the fibres. Your right hand snapped to his thigh and you held your breath as he teased you.

Your jaw trembled as you tried to speak up.

“Don’t what, Y/N? We need to communicate in order to understand each other.”

Oh, he was enjoying this. You could see the mocking glee spread across his face as he continued to massage your nub.

You took a deep shuddering breath, ready to tell him to retrieve his hand from your dripping cunt and leave you be, but…

“Don’t stop.”

Fuck…………………………………

He seemed just as surprised as you were. His lips parted in disbelief as he scanned your face.

You tried to speak up again, to say that’s not what you meant, but it was what you meant. God, you had been thinking about having this man fuck you for weeks and now he had his fingers rubbing your soaked panties in the middle of a gala dinner, surrounded by high ranking people you would probably never see again.

He hooked your panties to the side and as soon as his warm fingers slid between your folds, you squeezed your hand on his thigh. He pushed two fingers into your mound, massaging your walls and your eyelids fell heavy.

He leaned close to your ear. “Keep your composer.” He ordered and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm.

You clenched your jaw as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You let go of his wrist and forcefully placed your hand on top of the table, trying hard to not moan as you felt your walls tighten around him. You bit your lower lip and stared at the flowers in front of you.

You couldn’t believe Dave York was fingering you in public like this. Not only could it expose you, but it could get you both fired. It could easily ruin both of your lives, but here he sat; fingers deep and eyes fixated at the restraint on your face.

He felt your legs quiver and knew you were at the verge of coming. A smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed your clit faster, pressing harder into you.

Your fingers grasped at the table as you clenched around his fingers. Your abdomen tightened and you almost choked on your breath as you forced yourself to not cry out in pleasure. Your whole body were set on fire and you coughed in order to get something out of you. You tilted your head back as you inhaled deeply with lips parted wide. You breathed out shuddering and swallowed thickly. You lowered your head, terrified of meeting anyone’s eyes.

Dave retrieved his hand and you both saw his fingers shimmer in the low glow from the chandeliers. He admired it for a moment before leading it up to his mouth and cleaned them with his mouth, sounding a low hum from his chest.

Rosa turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “My dear, are you alright? You’re at the brim of sweating.” She asked with a worried look.

You kept your head low as you stared at the souffle on your plate. You were still on your high wave and had no way of speaking.

Dave placed his hand on your forehead and your eyes widened as you smelled the lingering aroma of your juices from his fingers. “Hmm, you’re very warm, Y/N. Perhaps I should take you home.”

You nod. It’s all you can do. He gets up from his chair and assist you in standing up. You leaned onto him as your legs still felt like jelly.

Fuck, it had been a long time since you had come that hard. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he made you come as well. You barely remembered the last time you even got laid. The thoughts made you squirm inwards. You just begged no one else could smell your pussy as you made your way out to the car.

~~~

You opened your clutch bag and fiddled around to get out your keys. You felt Dave’s eyes burn into the back of your neck. You pulled out your keys and froze, feeling flustered at what had happened during the dinner. A tinge of irritation and embarrassment washed over you as you thought back on you coming by the table.

You whipped around and gave him a stern look. It was time you told him you shouldn’t have done it and you expected him to never do such a thing again.

“That was not okay.” You barked out, trying hard to be upset about the situation. Deep down you knew you enjoyed it, having him play with you like that. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side. “It didn’t sound like it when you told me to not stop.” He began casually. “It didn’t feel like it when you were already soaked before I could reach that aching cunt of yours.” He took a step closer to you, making you press your back against the cold door. “It didn’t look like it when your whole body shuddered at the orgasm I gave you.” He raised his hand to your cheek and gently stroked it. “It didn’t smell like it when that sweet honey of yours seeped between your thighs and it most certainly didn’t taste like it when I enjoyed the hint of you on my fingers.”

His words had you panting as he held your chin in a tight grip. You were dripping once again and you were about to press your legs together, when his knee was placed between your thighs. Your lips parted in surprise as you met his eyes.

“Aroused?” He asked in a fruity and teasing tone. You swallowed thickly as you breathed between your parted lips. He glanced down at your legs pressing against his knee. He shook his head with a smirk before his eyes snapped to yours. He scanned your face with a stern look. “I want you to unlock that door of yours and then I’ll give you a choice.” He loosened his grip on your chin and peeked at your plump lips. He swiped his thumb across your lower lip. “Either you tell me good night and I will leave without question. We will pretend as if this evening never happened and you will continue to work as my secretary. Or…”

You had already decided that the first option was the best. You had to set down your foot and leave this night behind you.

He dipped his head down and brushed his lips against yours before tilting back again, looking at you. Your head moved forward, wanting to kiss him before you forced yourself back. The movement made him smirk. “You let me in and I will make you come twice more.” He whispered.

You felt like someone had smacked you across the face as his words hit your eardrums. Did he just…? Your mound screamed at you to just fuck this man right there. You gaped at him in disbelief.

He let go of your chin and took a step back, giving you room to think and to breathe. Your legs immediately clapped and you pressed them together, feeling embarrassment wash over you at how turned on you were. You were glad you had the door to lean on as you felt your knees already struggling. But no, you couldn’t let this man do this to you. You had to say no. You had to.

He stood unbothered in front of you with hands in his pockets. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to see what was going on inside.

You gulped and turned around, keys in hand and guided the key to the lock with a shaky hand. You struggled to get it in and it didn’t take long until his hand wrapped around yours and helped you steady your trembling. The heat of his body seeped through your coat as he leaned into you. You heard him inhale your scent deeply and you couldn’t help but exhale unsteadily.

You managed to turn the key yourself and open the door. You stepped across the threshold and turned around to find him standing still. He was looking at you patiently, waiting for you to make your choice.

Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. You chanted it like a mantra inside your head as you held his gaze. You’re not welcome in. You’re not welcome in. You’re not welcome in.

You’re not wel- “Come in.”

Oh, for fucks sake…………………………………

He dampened his lips as he dragged his fingers through his hair. He sauntered past you and into your entry hall. You shook your head at yourself. I need more self-control, what is wrong with me.

You closed the door and turned to him. He was standing sideways, looking up and down your body. The stare made your skin heat up immediately and a blush crept to your cheeks. It was already too late. Your body had spoken. Your mouth had spoken. Every part of you yearned for this one man who were now standing in your hallway, scrutinising every inch of your delicate frame.

You licked your lips and caught your lower lip with your teeth. You didn’t know where this was going. Perhaps he had said it as a joke? To test you. Oh god, what if you had failed. You were about to open your mouth, when he took three long strides towards you and pressed you against the front door. The lion had you cornered and your body cried for more.

You inhaled sharply as his hands roamed down your waist and he placed fervent kisses on your neck and along your jaw. He caught your lips and begun a slow dance with your tongue. His hands slid up your body and squeezed around your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and he kneaded the flesh, surely to leave bruises the next morning. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt your pussy drip with excitement.

He grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head against the door. He ended the kiss, hungry and determined eyes met your aching ones. “Keep them there.” He ordered and trailed kisses along your jaw and down your throat.

You gasped for air as he slowly went down to his knees. You looked with wide eyes down at him. He tilted his head back and met your gaze. His eyes were dark with desire as he grabbed the hems of your slit in your dress. You breathed faster as he fisted the silk between his fingers.

A loud rip sounded through the house as he tore the dress apart. You let out a cry of surprise as he smirked up at you. The slit, once ended at your thigh, was now open all the way to your navel.

“Legs apart.” He growled, already smelling your arousal. You did as you were told and he bent forward, biting your inner thigh. Your arms flew down to his hair in plea. He lifted his hand and gave your cunt a slap, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure. “I instructed you to keep your arms above your head.” He reminded you and you heaved for air as you rose them above your head again.

He kissed and nibbled at your flesh as he moved closer and closer to the apex of your thigh. You were fighting against moving your arms as he closed in on your aching mound.

He hooked the sides of your panties and pulled them down slowly. He inhaled deeply as the smell of your honey reached his nostrils and he let out a shuddering breath. You kept looking down on him, seeing how he admired the sight in front of him. He tilted his head slightly back and caught your eyes. He held it as he moved closer and you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

He drew the flat of his tongue between your petals and growled as he tasted you on his tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as he circled your clit with his tongue. He rose his hand and pushed two fingers into your dripping cavern. You moaned out as he massaged your inner walls.

Your arms lowered down and you wrapped one hand around the door handle for support and one hand grabbed your breast, kneading the flesh to soothe the sexual frustration building within you. He pressed his fingers deeper into you and it made you buck your hips forward. He jerked out of you and snapped his head back. Before you could look down on him, you felt a sting on your pussy and a cry of pleasure left your trembling lips.

“Stand still.” He snarled. You looked down at him through heavy eyelids and nodded apologetically. No one had treated you like this; dominating your movement. Your body loved every part of it.

His expression softened and he dove straight between your legs again. He lifted up your leg and placed it over his shoulder. With three fingers in and the flat of his tongue pressing on your clit, you felt your knees starting to shake and your walls clench.

He sucked and circled your clit as he curled his fingers in, massaging your g-spot. A shock shot through your body and you gasped for air as your stomach clenched. “Dave…” You rasped when you tripped over the edge. Your body lit up and delicious sparks flew through your veins as you came undone. Both your hands grasped at his hair and he growled as he lapped up every drop dripping out of your pussy.

He rose to his feet and crashed onto your lips immediately. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it made you groan. Your fingers entangled into the back of his hair and you lightly tugged at it as you felt his erection against your abdomen.

He broke the kiss and placed wet kisses on your neck, sucking gently on your pulse. “Are you protected?” He murmured against your skin as he worked the clasp on his belt.

You cursed at yourself. You had stopped taking pills about a year ago, finding it a waste of money as you didn’t have a boyfriend. “N-no.” You stuttered.

He reached into his inner suit jacket pocket. He pulled out a thin foil packet and gave you a wink. “I had an intuition.” He smirked proudly. He pulled the jacket off and threw it to the side, letting it land on the hallway bench.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock. You gaped down at the sight of it, seeing the precum on his head glisten in the light. He held up the packet by your mouth and looked at your lips. “Bite.” He ordered with a breathy voice.

You bit down on the corner of the pack and he pulled it to the side, making a tear. He pulled the condom out and rolled it onto himself. He pulled your leg up and placed himself by your opening. He kissed you hard as he slowly pushed himself inside you. Your walls moulded to his entry as he pushed all the way in, kissing your cervix.

You both moaned heavily as you were connected, revelling on the incredible feeling. He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed heavily. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He rasped.

You let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pushed it to the side. His hand slid around your other thigh and he pulled you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his hips and he pressed you harder against the door, his cock going deeper into you. You snapped your head back against the door and let out a cry of pleasure.

He pushed out of you before slamming in again, forcing the air out of your lungs. His hips moved back and forth in a passionate pace. Your walls sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed him out whenever he slammed in. You felt his cock throb inside your cunt as he continued to fuck you to oblivion.

You dipped your head forward and left fervent kisses on his neck and jawline. He moved his head back and caught your lips, kissing you hard as he felt your walls clench around him. “I need you to come for me.” He gasped between kisses. “Come for me.”

You broke away from the kiss and pressed you head against his shoulder as he thrusted harder into you. You knew if anyone walked past your home, they would hear the door slam in its hinges and the lock rattle. You loved how he wasn’t careful with you, that he didn’t think you were a porcelain doll easily broken. It made your head swim.

Your abdomen tightened and your toes curled as a heat exploded within you. Your fingers dug into his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. You gasped for air as he trusted once more inside you and stilled deep within. He grunted out as he came undone and his fingers dug into your thighs, leaving more marks on your skin. You both shuddered and heaved for air as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

He carefully let you down to your feet and you immediately reached for the doorhandle to lean on. You felt your knees shake and you struggled to stand up. He admired the hopeless sight of you and helped you sit down on the small hallway bench.

Your eyes fluttered open and you saw him take the condom off. He tied a knot on it and put it in his trouser pocket. He tucked himself back in, zipped up and buckled his belt. As he turned to you with a cocky smirk, he dragged his fingers through his hair and readjusted his tie.

He took a step closer to you and caught your chin between his thumb and index finger. He leaned down and tenderly kissed you. You felt the high of your orgasm calm down and you could focus in on his face. He straightened up and picked up his suit jacket, swung it around and slid his arms in. “I’ll repay you for the dress.” He said apologetically and bent forward to caress your cheek. “I’m looking forward to see you on Monday.” He kissed your forehead before he walked over to the door. He placed his hand on the handle and looked over his shoulder. “Preferably without underwear.” He opened the door and stepped outside. He gave you a last look, savouring the beautiful sight and closed the door behind him.

You sat still on the bench, feeling your legs still trembling and your pussy sore. You still couldn’t believe you just got fucked by Dave York.

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Curing Cullen (Cullen x M!Reader)

Kinktober Day 22: Sex Pollen

Pairing: Bottom Cullen Rutherford (Inquisition ver.) x  Top Qunari Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1798 Summary: Cullen accidentally gets a dosage of interrogation drugs, of which the only cure is Qunari semen or death. Fucking the inquisitor beats death any day. Note: This mf got such a fuckin glow up and I am so fuckin gay for him why is he straight this is an atrocity. LOOK HOW FUCKIN PRETTY HE IS I AM IN LOVE Tags: Action, canon-typical violence, no beta we die like men, beign liberal with canon, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, dubious consent (because he is drugged ya know), bit fluffy, riding and did you know bulls have a dick of 30-40 inch? That’s dick the size of a child wtf. 

A quick favour, that was all it was supposed to be. The cargo was apparently very precious and no one was told what it was. You never wanted to get involved with the Ben-Hassrath, but with Bull at your side there was little choice, not that you wanted him gone. On the contrary, having another Qunari around was a great help on some days. 

Things went south, however, as you got ambushed by an unforeseen force. The human bandits were oddly organised and in an awfully great number. You casted a wall of ice to slow them down, but they came from all sides. You decided to give up the cargo and save both your and Bull’s men. You fade stepped towards Cullen, the commander assisting to tag along since it was a sensitive mission. “Commander, we need to go.” Cullen showed you a displeased look, but he nodded, agreeing with your assessment. 

“We can take at least one of the boxes with us. Save some of the cargo,” he insisted, “cover me.” You wanted to protest, but he was already dashing towards the cart. You casted a barrier around him as he left, followed by a lighting chain, stunning the enemies around him. Cullen came running back with a box that sounded like it contained potions. It was a clever choice. You basically lifted him up and ordered your people to retreat as you summoned some mist to cover your paths. 

An arrow grazed your leg as you ran. You slipped in your step and you dropped both yourself and Cullen to the ground. There was the sound of wood breaking and glass shattering, before you hit your head on a rock and the scenery went dark. 

You shock awake, getting a feeling of deja vu. You recognised your bedroom at Skyhold. You rubbed your forehead, feeling a bandage right below your horns. You climbed out, wobbling down the many, many stairs to the main hall. Your mind was on Cullen. It was known amongst the inner circle that you two had a… thing... Going on. It was complicated, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Varric saw you emerge from your room and rushed to your side. “Hey, you gave us quite the shock there.” 

You forced a chuckle out. “After all I have been through, one fall on the head isn’t going to do me in.” Varric nodded, looking at you with those eyes that looked for more. “Really, I am fine. Where is Cullen? He was with me.” Varric gave you an even worse look and dragged you to Solas’ room. He looked at you as he always did. It was hard to read him, most of the time. 

“Good, you’re here. My potion is keeping Cullen alive right now, but he needs you, were he to survive.” At least you could adore his bedside manners. You wanted to ask him more, but he handed you a paper and walked away to have another look at one of the shards you found. The paper was an itinerary of what was in the box you tried to save. With red encircled there was a concoction of concentrated Qunari pheromones, Witherstalk and Felandaris, used in several torture techniques, since the only thing that got it out of your system was rectically administrated Qunari sperm.

“Please, don’t tell me that Cullen got any of this stuff on him.” Solas said nothing. 

“Well then I won’t tell you, but he still needs your help,” Varric cut in when Solas remained quiet. It suddenly dawned on you why Cullen would need you specifically. When it came to healing magic, you were not the expert, but when it came to a source of Qunari sperm, the options were you and Bull. The thought of Bull doing it made you cringe and you put the paper back on the table, before running out the door. You runned over the bridge and slammed the door to Cullen’s room open. You heard pained moans at the left, where Cullen laid on a mattress they had dragged from somewhere to here. Probably no one could get him up the ladder to his bed. 

You crouched down next to him. You tried to get the hair out of his face, but he moaned at the slightest touch. “There you are,” he mused as he gave you the most undignifying bedroom eyes you had ever seen. “Bull informed me of my… status,” he tried. Clearly Cullen was still Cullen, which was a good sign. Either Solas has done some outstanding magic or Cullen was really muscling through the potion well. “This was not how I expected to have sex with you for the first time, but you should take me up that ladder right now.” He was panting, covered in sweat and he looked even more tiny without his armour. 

“You know we don’t need to have sex, right? I could just…”

“I want to. I’ve thought about sex with you so many times, you have no idea.” 

You already felt sorry for him when he got his full mind back. He would be so embarrassed, but you couldn’t die of secondhand embarrassment right now. You hoisted him over your shoulder, noticing his cock poking through his breeches as you climbed the ladder. Maybe this was not the most practical interior design choice. You were glad that at least now the roof was fixed and a fireplace installed. You casted a fire there, the room feeling a little warmer immediately. Cullen was rutting against your shoulder, but you didn’t blame him. You placed him on the bed and he pulled you down. You had kissed before. Varric even ran into you two making out. You would probably have made it official then, were it not for Varric’s interruption. 

However, this was nothing like anything you’ve done before. Cullen was insistent, a desperate man. His lips moved against yours as if he was trying to eat you. A primal noise left him as he tried to rid you of your clothing as soon as possible. You didn’t know what came over you, but you ripped his shirt in half, throwing it off the bed. With a rough tug, his breeches went off and you had beautiful access to everything that was Cullen. You wanted to take your time with him, but you feared there was no time for that. You conjured a substance to provide lubrication in one hand and raised his legs with the other. You toyed with his hole, coaxing it open. 

Cullen mewled as you put his legs over your shoulders and touched his cock. You pleased him with both hands, trying to take the edge off for him. He was like a cat in heat. He was so vocal and you wondered if he was the same when he wasn’t drugged. When you could push three fingers inside, you let your breeches fall to the floor and kicked them off your feet. Your cock stood big and glistening with precum between you. It wasn’t very thick, but the length was easily 20 inch at least. Cullen stared at it with an odd mixture of dread and lust. You cursed yourself for thinking it was hot. “Don’t worry, a shallow injection will be enough. You don’t need to take my full length.” 

You moved him closer to the edge of the bed and rested his legs on your waist. The tip of your cock was pressed against his stretched hole. You looked up at him and he gave you an insistent nod. You pushed inside, careful to only go a few inches deep, but he felt so good and hot around you, it was hard to restrain yourself. Your slow fucked him with the tip, breathing heavily as it took all your self-restraint to not just plow into him until he swore he met the Maker. “Inquisitor,” Cullen moaned, really testing your self-control. Using titles in the bedroom was definitely your kink and Cullen played into it like a charm. “Can I…” 

You stopped when he didn’t finish. You bent forward, cupping his cheek to get his attention. “What do you want? Just name it, commander.” Cullen caressed your cheek and licked his dry lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. 

“Sit on the bed. I’d… like to be on top.” You licked your lips at the thought. You gently pulled out and sat down, resting against the headboard. Culled straddled you and he was so beautiful. His scarred skin told the stories of many battles. His hands ghosted around your horns. “May I?” You usually didn’t like people touching them, since they were a little more sensitive than those of other Qunari, but with the idea in mind of what was to come, you wanted his hands on them now. You nodded and sighed in pleasure as Cullen leveraged himself on your horns as he lowered his body against the tip of your huge cock. 

Cullen hissed as you breached him again. You stared at him as he took you deeper than you thought he would. You groaned as he managed to impale himself halfway your length, before he raised up just a little. Cullen deep-fucked himself on your cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that you never wanted to end. You placed your hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough you lifted and lowered him like a toy on your cock. Cullen’s hands fell down to your shoulders, where his fingers dug into your skin. You growled as lust took over and you were chasing your orgasm with his hole. 

Another few thrusts and you held him in place as you spilled your seed inside him. You watched as Cullen let go with one hand and stroked himself. He spilled between your bodies, getting semen on both your torsos. When he was done, you were still pumping him full with the last bits of your load. You slid down the headboard and laid him down on your chest, cock still deep inside him as he rested on top of you, bodies sticking together with his semen. 

No words were exchanged as you let your semen do its work counteracting the potion. You stroked his back and hair, basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. “Could we… switch positions next time?” You looked down and chuckled, humming affirmatively. A human topping a Qunari was a funny idea, but with Cullen, you were long happy he considered a next time and when that time would come, you wouldn’t care how it would go, as long as it was with your favourite commander. 

[bonniebird]

8

Tommy x Reader

Living with Mr Shelby

Living with Mr Shelby Masterlist

Birmingham was quite this morning, to quiet I thought to myself as I quickened my pace so I could open the bookies on time. Jumping down the steps two at a time. John's kids were sick so Esme had to take the day off and after much persuading Tommy had let me take her place. He was on edge ever since his Blinders in London had informed Danny that Kimber was on his way to Birmingham.

Danny and Rosie had moved to a large country house halfway between London and Birmingham where Rosie and Danny ran a sort of open house for the Peaky Blinders. If you had a message it was sent to Danny or the Shelby's themselves several Blinders had stopped by after the races and Rosie soon saw a change for the better in Danny, pleasing Tommy to no end.

"You're late." Arthur muttered without looking up as I used the side door to enter the bookies so I wouldn't have to deal with the swarm of people outside.

"I know sorry... what are you doing?" I asked once I walked into the room and saw John loading up several guns, Arthur was stitching a new razor blade into Finn's hat and I could see the brand new blade in Arthur's hat already placed carefully on his head.

"We got trouble comin, Kimber ain't alone." He said in a gruff voice I glanced up at the stairs that led to a long corridor with two doors at the end one led to Arthur's office the other to John's house there was a similar one on the opposite side that I had just come from leading to Tommy's office or to the balcony that led to our house. Esme was leaning on the banister watching the Shelby's carefully and looked exhausted.

"Are there enough free men to keep the bookies open?" I asked knowing that Esme, Polly, Ada and myself would never be able to deal with the huge amount of regulars we normally got let alone the hundreds of people who turned up to place bets before the big race this weekend.

"Finn and the younger Blinders are gonna help, think we got two men that are gonna stay at the bookies to help ones a Lee he should be here soon... you gonna check on Tommy?" He added the last part with a curious tone. I had discovered that the Garrison was holding a bet on whether I would be swept up by Tommy or we'd fall out and I'd vanish like another girl, I hadn't found out who this other girl was but I was determined to find out. The betting was made worse by the hundred pound bet from Tommy for us getting together something he liked to use to wind me up.

"No he's in an awful mood I'd rather avoid him." I muttered making John and Finn cheer, they had bet that I would vanish and would often try to cause arguments just to get their money but Tommy had wised up rather quickly and would joke around with them.

"Well I'd go up in a second Poll and Tommy are talking it'll save him explaining everythin' twice." Esme offered, I nodded bitterly and dumped my jumper on one of the tables that was usually weighed down with coins and ascended the stairs I had just climbed down.

Poll and Tommy both turned quickly as if readying themselves for a fight but instantly relaxed a little when they saw it was me. Tommy finished explaining what to do in emergencies once he was done Poll left leaving me and Tommy alone. The room was filled with an awkward silence which was broken when Tommy started tipping bullets out onto his desk and finally decided to talk to me.

"You're still ignoring me? You know the bet at the Garrison's just a joke." Tommy muttered as he glanced at me, I shrugged and sat in the big chair behind his desk making him raise an eyebrow and began looking over his hat making sure the razor blades were stitched in properly. I sighed at Tommy's shoddy handy work as one slipped out onto the desk with a gentle clatter.

"Why's he coming?" I asked Tommy as I opened the top draw of his desk and fished out the strong string he used to keep his razors in place and began stitching them back into his hat.

"He's annoyed with us." Tommy's voice was gentle but there was a forced tone that told me I wasn't allowed to press the situation any more than I had. Once I was done I handed Tommy his cap and he inspected it closely, nodded and slid it carefully onto his head.

There was an awkwardness between us after that, if we had been closer I would have kissed him on the cheek and wished him luck, if we were on worse terms I would have shaken his hand but we were how we were, Something that seemed to puzzle Tommy and I over the short time I had known him, Poll's voice drifted up the stairs calling for Tommy who didn't seem ready to move.

"You'll be fine Tommy." I whispered, putting a hand on his arm. In one movement Tommy placed his hands on my hips, kissed me gently on the forehead and strode out of the room so quickly the only way I knew it had really happened was the tingling sensation on my forehead.

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"Girls. Last takings! We need to get to the boys, the fight didn't go too well." I looked up and saw the tall man that was engaged to Ada, I think his name was Freddie but I couldn't quite remember, so I nodded without addressing him and he quickly hurried to the back to tell Poll.

"Last takings." I yelled and soon heard Ada and Esme's voices echoing my own, most bookies didn't do a last takings they just stayed open till the queue had died down but this was something Tommy and Poll had put in place the staff knew that if the phrase last takings was shouted they had ten minutes to finish up and get to the Garrison for further orders from the Peaky Blinders unless they were told otherwise. I glanced to my left where Finn was struggling to write down the names of customers, my queue had died down so I told him to leave with Poll who was hurriedly shutting the doors stopping any new customers from coming in.

Once the bookies had emptied Poll told Esme to go home where John was being checked over after being hit rather hard in the face. Poll comforted Esme by telling her that Freddie said it was probably just a broken nose. Ada was sent with Freddie and Finn to check up on Arthur and some of the other Blinders, the men who were with us for the day were sent to check on everyone that was involved and to give them money towards medicine and doctors bills.

"We're going up to see Tommy." Was all Poll said once the doors were locked I nodded and followed the older woman up the stairs and handed her the key to the side door. Tommy was sat on the sofa with no shirt on nursing, a nasty looking cut across his ribs; Poll winced as she tried to look at the cut making Tommy hiss under his breath.

"Well your swearing like a trooper so it aint that fuckin bad." Poll muttered she glanced up at me and motioned for me to come over and started ordering me to get bowls and water. She told Tommy she'd be back with painkillers once she'd checked on the rest of her nephews and left me to clean up the wound and stitch Tommy up. I was sure I looked more nervous at the thought of poking Tommy with a needle than Tommy did.

He chuckled as I gently dabbed around the wound on his chest trying not to get to close to him and pulled me so I was stood between his legs, he lent to the side so I could reach the wound sucking air between his teeth as I pushed a little too hard just below the wound.

"I don't think I can do that." I said pointing and the needle and thread that Poll had left out for me. I looked at Tommy and found it difficult not to stare at the large wound that was most likely left from a bullet. Before I could stop myself I was tracing the star like scar making Tommy hum and drop his head back onto the back of the seat. Heavy footsteps made me jerk my hand away from him and Arthur stomped into the room fresh cuts that had clearly been cleaned covered his face and soon I was pushed aside so he and Poll who hurried into the room with some nasty smelling home remedy could stitch up Tommy's wound properly.

[oneshots4u]

GUESS WHO FUCKIN WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN???????? Me xox

I’m super into gang/mob Harry rn so I wrote this as part of a little blurb series 🥺🥺🥺

STRIPPER Y/N and GANG LEADER HARRY (who owns the club obviously) have been dating for about 6 months. He loses his temper with her when tensions in the gang are mounting.

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You glanced at the clock as the last customers left the bar. 2.30am, an early finish. You opened the door to Harry’s office, smiling at the boys sitting in there.

“Harry, everyone’s gone,” your eyes landed on him. He was at the big leather chair behind a giant mahogany desk. The room was dim and smelled like whisky. He didn’t lift his eyes from his computer, forehead set in a deep frown.

“Okay, darling. Thank you for tonight,” he dismissed you as if you were just any of the other girls. He didn’t even sneak a glance at you standing in your lingerie. Did he forget you’d made plans tonight? Your smile faded slightly, but you just nodded and backed out of the room, sensing he was a little busy.

You changed out of your stage attire and makeup into your jeans, an oversized t shirt and converse, before going back out into the bar. It was completely empty now, even the bar staff had finished cleaning and counting up and had left. You glanced at the clock again: 3.10.

You knocked on the door of the office softly, before opening it and sticking your head in. Everyone was still sat there.

“Hello guys,” you smiled. They all nodded back. “Just to let you know, the bar staff have all left. We’re good to go whenever.” Harry always liked to be the last to leave, but often had to be told when this was as he was cooped up in his office for a lot of the night. This time, he gave you a fleeting glance, nodding curtly. You took this as your cue to leave. Why was he being so weird with you tonight?

You retreated back to the dressing room and sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone to kill some time. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep until your eyes were opening again. Sunlight streamed through the frosted window of the large dressing room. The clock read 5.25am. You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming. The level of tiredness you felt was enough to make you want to cry, and your aching muscles protested when you forced yourself up to go to the office once again.

You pushed open the door.

“Harry, is it time to head-“

“Oh would you just fuck off, y/n?!” Harry shouted across the room. All of the men froze. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. You blinked slowly, before simply turning and leaving the room, head hung.

“Mate, do you not think that was a bit harsh?” Niall asked. Harry rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer.

“Yeah, I’m not gunna lie Harry, that was a bit uncalled for,” Louis continued, leaning back in his chair to look through the open door to see if you were hovering outside. You weren’t. Harry still didn’t respond, but he softened. The door of the main entrance of the club opened and closed quietly.

“It’s been a really stressful week, guys,” Harry eventually tried to defend himself.

“A stressful week doesn’t mean you take it out on her though. She doesn’t know what’s going on. All she knows is you stay in this room all fucking day then leave her to get home alone when her shift finishes.” Liam was angry at him, and wasn’t trying to hide it.

You’d grown very close to his men since Harry had opened up to you about what he did and who they all were a couple months ago. They’d even have some meetings at Harry’s while you were there, and they didn’t mind you walking in in your pyjamas to make a tea or grab a snack. They DEFINITELY didn’t mind when you came over with something you’d baked that morning. This also meant they were more protective of you. To them, you were one of the gang now, even though Harry would never officially let you join. Whenever you were on the club floor selling drinks, dancing on stage, doing lap dances, one of them was always watching. You’d noticed that whenever someone was particularly disrespectful they’d be removed instantly. They protected you from the creeps in the bar, they stopped the bouncers from hitting on you, they even would watch you get into your car and leave if Harry wasn’t driving you, so if they had to protect you from their boss, they would.

“She can’t keep fucking bothering me!”

“Why not? Because you won’t talk to her about work so she doesn’t actually know you’re stressed out?” Harry was stumped with that one. “Mate, you need to use your brain. She’s got no idea why you just shouted at her. She’s got no idea about the threats or the cancelled shipments. All she knows is her boyfriend is acting like a dick. Go find her and apologise.” Liam borderline demanded. Harry glanced at his watch and had to do a double take. It was 5.30?! You’d finished work three hours ago and had stayed around for him, and he’d thrown it back in your face. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he simply nodded and stood, picked up his jacket, and swept out of the club.

Driving home, he grew more and more frustrated. He realised all the things that he had done wrong, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. Of course, he didn’t want you involved in the gang in any sense, but you didn’t know a single thing they did, so how could you have known there had been threats on peoples’ lives this week? People had even been seen hanging around the club, checking it out, scaling it up. You couldn’t know, all you knew was your boyfriend had made your favourite food and you were gunna go back to his place after work for a cosy night. He prayed you’d gone to his house.

Throwing open the front door, Harry breathed an audible sigh of relief when his eyes landed on your handbag and shoes tossed to the side. You’d come home. He bounded up the stairs three at a time to come find you, but skid to a halt when he met you on the landing. You were holding a duffel bag. You’d been crying. Slowly, you placed the bag on the floor and looked up at him with a steely glare.

“Sweetheart,” Harry started toward you. “I’m so sor-“

“No!” You shouted, pushing him away from you harshly. His jaw dropped. “No, you don’t just give me a hug and apologise to me and assume everything will be okay!” Tears welled in your eyes and you wiped them away furiously. Harry was taken aback. “You can’t talk to me like that. You can’t treat me like that.” You sounded a lot more dejected now, resigned, tired. It was at this point Harry noticed the bags under your eyes. “You kept me up so late last night, and you knew I was working tonight.” He couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto his face when he thought of what you’d been up to the night before. In a fit of pure rage, you threw the makeup bag in your hand at him. He dodged it.

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry. It’s not funny. Carry on.”

“I just figured you needed some time away from me for a little bit. All of my stuff is here,” you explained, looking down at the bag you’d packed. “I can’t find my glasses, though, so if you see them can you-“ you were cut off by Harry snatching the bag from the floor and stalking back into his bedroom. “Harry!” You shrieked, following him. By the time you’d caught up, he had already taken out your toiletry bag and was unpacking it in the bathroom. His back was turned, but in the mirror you could see his expression. He looked angry, he looked hurt. Slowly, you came up behind him, placing a hand on his back. His fingers were trembling when he placed your toothbrush back beside his.

“Harry, talk to me,” you whispered, sensing something deeper was at play here.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, still turned away from you. “I didn’t- didn’t know what time it was. Shit’s been so bad lately. I really didn’t mean to lash out at you, darling.” You sighed. You wanted to forgive him, but he had lashed out so easily. Noticing your hesitation, he turned around to finally look at you. He looked pained. “Please don’t go,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I know I hurt you. You don’t have to forgive me, but please stay.” Honestly, you were shocked at you emotional he was. This man, this huge, tattooed, mysterious man with a gun strapped to his hip, was almost in tears over you.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay.” Harry’s shoulders relaxed at this.

“Can I touch you?” He asked quietly. You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your lips. Instantly, you were swept up in a bone-crushing hug, feeling Harry’s face buried into your neck. He inhaled deeply, sounding a little shaky. You reached up to scratch his scalp in the way he loved, and heard him mumble an “I love you.”

You froze.

So did he.

“What?” You asked. Harry pulled away to look at you, a small smile making his dimples show. “Harry, what did you just say?”

“I said “I love you”,” he replied casually, in full confidence. His arms moved to hang around your hips. You could physically feel your heart fill with joy.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him. He kissed you back feverishly, passionately. This kiss held every emotion you’d both felt for the past hour, it was tender and understanding. It connected you. Without you even realising, tears had begun to spill from your eyes. Harry pulled away quickly, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You sniffled deeply.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you, and pushed you, and threw my makeup bag at you,” you whimpered. Harry giggled quietly.

“I deserved it, don’t be silly. Now, I believe I owe you dinner,”

“It’s 7am,”

“I cooked you dinner, so let’s have dinner for breakfast,”

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DOES ANYONE WANT A PART 2????? WHERE HE ~really~ MAKES UP FOR IT? 😏😏😏😏😏

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

PLAY SMART

Che “Taza” Romero x Reader

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Adjusting the green shirt to your chest, you go out of the clubhouse followed by Creeper drinking a coffee on a cardboard cup. You’re walking faster with your gaze on the front, directly to the car scrapping. It supposed that you should start in one hour, but if you arrive earlier, you can also leave earlier. You don’t want to see Taza after what happened last day, when his ex-wife came to the workshop because her car was having problems with the engine. She talked you as if you were a servant, or something like that, so you couldn't shut up and spoke to her in a sarcastic tone that she didn't like. Of course, she told Taza. At first, you didn’t care, until you saw how they said goodbye, with so much love and affection. Gilly told you that they have been married for almost fifteen years and that she was back to town indefinitely. It was like a shoot straight to your heart.

You aren’t nothing, but for the last months there has been a flirt environment installed between both, always pulling and loosening. But with his ex-wife in Santo Padre and by the way she had of touching him constantly, you know that what you wanted so bad it’s not going to happen. So you’re trying to not match with him. And that hurts. The only thing you can do it’s work and go home. No Mayans parties, no more nights at the clubhouse and no more rides back home on Taza’s bike. You can’t fight with a woman who knows him since ever and who was married with him for too many years. You didn’t know that something like that could happen, he didn’t talk you about her and it seems like it was a surprise for him too.

“Dammit, mama, you look like shet’”. Angel’s confused voice pushes you back to reality, making you shake your head for an instant.

“I didn’t sleep last night”. You shrug your shoulders and arms.

Messed bump, eye bags, no makeup and the shoelaces untied. You sigh after having a look of yourself, leaning down to tie them. The sun seems to disappear, raising your gaze surprised till you find your boss’ eyes, crossing his arms over his chest covered by leather. You swallow quietly, licking your inner lip before continuing with your task. 

“Everything ok?” You ask playing fool, hiding your nervous voice for a while.

“I don’ know, everything ok?”

“Yea’, I just… start earlier ‘cause I need to go to Santa Madre”.

“Sure. Why you didn’t come to the ranch last night?”

“Last night? What hap— Oh! Oh!”

Taza raises both eyebrows, while you still playing the innocent one palming your forehead.

“Shit, I forgot the Mayan dinner...” Clicking your tongue, you snort heavy.

“Let me tell you something, (Y/N)”. Facing you with hardly two inches between both, he leans above your ear provoking you some chills. “Soy un perro muy viejo, para que un cachorro me intente engañar”. (I'm a very old dog, and a puppy can't lie to me”.

“I forgot it”. You insist. “I was tired and I fell asleep on the sofa”.

“Look at your face”. The man says without changing his position. “Not everything is what it seems”.

“Ok, boss. I get it”. 

Taza doesn't say anything else, hitting his shoulder against yours to pass you away. Rubbing it you turn to the oldest rolling your eyes. Creeper and Angel are staring at you, trying to understand what is happening, but you don't wanna talk about it. Work and go home, that's all you want. The Reyes, putting an arm on your shoulders, shake his head disappointed 'cause he's starting to know what's going on having all the clues on the table.

Going upstairs to the office, you hug Chuckie as soon as you see him, asking for the hours signature quadrant. Your turn is already finished and completed and you also have the afternoon free, so you could rest the time you didn't last night thinking about the things that it's not going to happen, driving you crazy. Leaving the car scrapping' shirt in your hanger, you grab the helmet next to your bag, ready to leave. 

And she's there again. You can see her from the top of the stairs, hugging your boss and kissing his cheek as you used to do it. You're going downstairs slow, concentrated on not looking like you're jealous. Yes, you two were nothing, but you feel some kind of things that you would like not to feel right now. Taking off your phone of the pocket, you dissemble when he catches you looking at them, walking towards your motorbike to put the helmet on. 

“Wait a second”. You hear some meters away, while your sitting on your bike. “Eh, (Y/N)!”

You want to make that you didn't listen his call, but it would be too evident, so Taza waits for you to reversing and stop again. 

“I'm sorry for the hit”.

“Yeah, it was rude”.

“Are you hurry?”

“Yeah, a little”.

“When will you back at home, ah?”

“I don't kn... Why it feels like I'm talking to my father?”

“Because you're so fuckin' annoyin'”.

“Great, thanks. Another bullshit, Taza?”

“You know what? Fuck off”.

“Yeah, pretty one”. Rolling your eyes, containing the tears in them, you turn the engine to run away from the front yard.

Bishop texted you about four pm to tell you that Yuma and Stockton charters were coming to Santo Padre by night, so they're having a party and he needs you along with EZ to attend the bar. That's precisely what you were avoiding to do, be at the clubhouse more time than necessary. But guessing that you should work just for two or three hours accompanied doesn't seems a big trouble to deal with. So you're in.

Driving you car, 'cause it's gonna be easy to come back home after the party, you reach the car scrapping parking there so your Camaro will be safe in case that anyone decided to start a friendly fight. They usually do, for no reason. Last time, your motorbike suffered the consequences, even if they took care of the fixed. Walking betwixt a lot of crap mountains, your steps go straight to the green main door with mayans symbols finding the crowded yard. Stockton are already there, mixed with the Santo Padre' ones. EZ whistles you, claiming for your attention with that charming smile he always have on his face. You greet the guys raising your chin for a second, whilst going close to the prospect.

“Take the Jose Cuervo in the warehouse, I'm on my way for beers”.

“Okay”. You nod then, turning to the right and guiding your legs to the huge metallic structure by a side of the clubhouse. 

Grabbing the trolley at the entrance, you walk towards the end of the warehouse to leave it there, so you can place five boxes on it. Bishop calls to the door, even if it's opened asking you for come in without words. He walks in, closing it and resting his body against a shelving.

“You ok, kid?”

“Yea', just a bad night, prez”. You nod showing a soft and fleeting smile, presing the low rod of the trolley leaning to you and putting im by the two wheels.

“You didn' came to the dinner”.

“I'm sorry, I forgot it”.

“Did you?”

Leaving a sigh on air, you don't know what to say, pursing your lips as you place your gaze in nowhere.

“I saw you… kinda arguing with Taza this morning. Twice”.

“I—”.

“You know you can talk to me, rai'?” He sounds serious, crossing his arms.

“I just… made some illusions. The kind that fuck you down, when you realize that they're… just that. Illusions”.

“I know what you're talkin'bout. Play smart, kid. You're not stupid”.

Might be the best advice someone could give you, and you know you should. But sometimes, you can't simply do it. After leaving you there, you continue your walk to the clubhouse, going upstairs carefully with the tequila boxes. Opening the door with a push of your back, EZ notices you ready to help you. When everything is placed, the prospect offers you a shirt with the Mayans logo to change it for yours. Like somekind of uniform.

Once you're wearing it, you walk outside to receive the Yuma charter, hugging Canche as soon as he sees you.

“What's up, chamaca?”

“Not much, just another party working, not enjoying”.

“When you finish, make a place fo' me in your busy schedule. I need some help with my bike”. He says placing a hand on your shoulders, so you can follow him to his men to greet them too.

“Sure! I'll let you know when I'm done”.

A car coming calls your attention, turning under Canche's grip, to find the owner.

“What the hell…? Isn't that Taza's ex-wife?”

“Yep”.

“What she doin'ere?” The president asks you confused.

“Don' know. Ask her ex-husband”. You answer with a singing voice and both eyebrows raised.

“That bitch fucked him up”.

“Did she…?”

“Yea', I heard something 'bout a one-night-stand with a Vato. Oscar told us”.

“But they seems so close”.

“Taza is a good man, you know him”.

“Yea'...”

Pursing your lips at the man, you shrugs before start with your tasks of serve beers and tequila shot for everyone there, with EZ help. You can't help but thinking about that woman who came from nowhere with some kind of clear intentions, and now you're understanding was what Bishop trying to tell you. “Play smart”. So you will. Grabbing the coldest beers and putting them on a tray, you carry them to the first picnic table outside, where the main members of your charter are sitting. Leaving there, one for each one, you sit close to the Padrino who puts an arm around your waist.

“You look good in that shirt, kid”. He says proud, having a look from top to down. Since you started to work there, he has been the most gentle man on earth with you and it's something to be thankful for. “How's your week goin'? Didn' see you last night”.

“Tired week, need to rest, padrino”.

“You look like. Are they treating you good, or taking advantage that you're so helpful, ah?”

“To be that ‘helpful’ you have to show some respect first”. You hear that irritating feminine voice behind your back, before she appears in front of your eyes with a hand on Taza's left shoulder.

“Take off that Vato's dick of your mouth, before talking about my kid”. Padrino's voice is calm and peaceful, surprising you about it, and creating an uncomfortable silence on the table. 

You're fucking done. Done in a good mood, 'cause well, no one piss off padrino's kid. Palming his back, you get up of your seat to grab the tray and go back to work, as soon as Oscar claims your attention to ask for some beers. At least, now you know what happened, even if you're trying to figure what's she doing here. Not for you, but for Taza. Because she doesn't deserve someone like him, not after what she did. Double disloyalty. And that's screwing you more than you thought.

Even if it's something that it's in your head all the time, you make sure that doesn't influence in your work, letting it for later. And when you're already finished with it, leaving EZ with the rest, you go straight to Canche. As soon as you're done with him too, you can be close to Taza to make it up to him because of your paranoia. And so you do, sharing the same table with a beer in your hand. You don't know why his ex-wife continue there, but you don't care. Not anymore. Sitting in front of him, again by padrino's side and Bishop at the other, you try to get in the conversation. Easy task 'cause they're talking about a travel coming soon, and they need your help to check the motorcycles before leaving.

“Okay, I can do it tomorrow evening. Just leave me the keys at the office”. You say then supporting both forearms on the table, nodding for a while. “So, gas, oil and pressure… Yeah, it's fast to do'et”.

“Can you check my bike's direction? I think it's a little bit turned to the left”. Taza says then, and you know that's only a excuse to talk with you. Like, right now.

“Is it?” You hesitate, raising an eyebrow before having a sip of your drink, getting up of your bench.

“Yea', and the brake is a little hard. I think EZ squeezed too much”. He's getting up too, letting go the uncomfortable grip of his ex-wife.

“Okay, let's see”.

He walks next to you, offering you the keys so you can turn on his bike. Pressing softly the gas, to do the same with the brake. It's not. But seems like he wants to leave the yard, at least, for some minutes.

“I have the tools in my car”. You say then, turning of the engine to push the handlebar so you can make it moves. 

Going down the alley, with the Vicepresidente behind your back smoking a cigar, you reach the Camaro. You don't have any tools on it, but you really want to hear what he wants to tell you. So you simply leave the motorbike parked, next to your car, and resting your body sitting on it giving him the keys.

“She asked me to stay at the ranch”. He says then, keeping them inside one of his pockets. Sounds like you should reply something, but you'll not. It's his house, not yours. “I don' know what she doin'ere. But I don' even care”.

“Good for you, Taza”. You shrug with pursed lips.

“Let's be clear, kid. We're nothing”.

“Okay, I'm done with this bullshit”. You laugh loud getting up from his bike, and shaking your hands, trying to hide the bitterness and looking for the control remote of your car.

“Listen, listen”. Catching you by your left wrist, he stops your moves.

“It's fuckin' okay, Taza. You don' have to give me any explanation. I'm not your... fuckin' wife, nor your fuckin' girl. I get it. But let me tell you something. It's fucking grievous seeing a woman how fucked you up with a fuckin' Vato, trying to get back what she lost. And you, let her doin'et. You deserve good things, and you should love and respect yourself a little more”.

“Well, than'ya' for your kindly words. But I'm not letting her doin' nothen'. And I also talk her 'bout you”.

“Seems like she doesn' give a f— You did what?” Narrowing your eyes and letting you go, you cross your arms on the chest.

“We're nothing, but I would like to be something”. He clarifies you. “I asked her to leave and just came to pay what we fixed in her car. She stayed for a beer”.

“Yes, close of his ex-husband”.

“Focus on the fact I wan'to be with you, and not with her. Think about'e”.

Taza leaves you there, alone, carrying his bike when seems like you don't know what to reply at this words. Sitting on the hood of your car and lighting a cigar between your lips, you have a long smoke that rips your throat and also your tongue. You're somewhat jealous, you can't help but trying to see the point of playing smart to mark somekind of territory without looking like he's a piece of meat. But with that kind of women, it's all you can do. 

Putting well your shirt on, after throwing away the cigar, you walk towards the front yard with hands in your pockets. Some ideas are dancing in your head, trying to choose the best way to deal with it. But when you see her, sitting again by his side, and trying to hug him… Good lord, you can't help but losing your modals and your gentle mood. 

“Che, take me home”. You just say, stopping in front of the crew.

“Haven't you a car, ah?” She asks raising her chin somewhat proudly, grabbing the Vice's arm between hers.

“Haven't you a Vato's dick to suck, instead of annoying everyone around you?”

God, those words come from the depths of your soul. Making the guys chuckle as she gets up full of rage.

“Watch your mouth, niña. You don' know who I am”. Pointing your chest with a finger once and again.

“Yea', looks like I don' give a shit that I don' even know your name”. You face her, not afraid. “Southern border is close, come back to your hole, whore. You don' have anything to do here”.

“Did you ju—”.

“Shit, yes, I did”. You roll your eyes, being fast enough to avoid the slap straight to your face.

El padrino takes you back, as Bishop and Angel go to her before she can try it again.

“You heard her, go back to southern border”. Taza says placing himself between both, turning then to hold your forearm and leave the front yard.

You don't say anything into your way to his motorbike, putting on the helmet as he turns it on. Grabbing his waist with your hands, he runs out of the clubhouse. You know he's mad. You can feel the tension on his body, driving the road he knows by heart to your house, taking his time as he looks like he's thoughtful.

When he stations the bike in front of your house, so you can jump off of it, you keep his gaze.

“'You gonna leave?” You ask him a little bit nervous, taking off the helmet to supporting it against your abdomen.

“'Don' know. What you want?”

Hesitating for a second, you take a step closer placing a hand on his nape, to press your lips on his. It's the first time you two kiss, after some weeks wanting it. He pulls you away, thinking that you screwed it up, until you see him getting up to leave behind his back the motorbike. Cupping your cheeks on his huge hands, Taza kisses you again. Tangling your fingers in the flannel shirt to push him closer, your lips move alone on his. It's better than you could imagine, tasting the tequila in his saliva and beer in yours. A perfect mix. 

“So, are you gonna stay?” You almost beg between short and dearly kisses, finding yourself walking to your house, giving your back at it.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. He nods lifting you up, so you can surround his body with your legs.

[malaks-perch]

lock the door

portia x reader

asra should not have left you to clean the shop, especially if he knew portia was swinging by

warnings: fluff, a little steam— wait no, considerable amounts of steam, not a sauna; some crack in there

a/n: i really don't know what happened here, i had fun though and yes i was fully sober for all of it

it was a nice day outside, not that you would know.. it was your turn to go through inventory. you bribed asra with being the one to clean out the shop so that you would be the one to go off on an adventure instead of being left behind.

asra so teasingly flaunted how you practically begged him to be the one to leave the shop and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t feel guilty when he saw how you visibly deflated.

he patted your head and promised to bring you back something like he always did. but right now? you didn’t want a present. you wanted this broken jar of pickled sage to clean itself up.

asra didn’t even use pickled sage. you set yellow vials stained by the sage atop the counter as you cursed whoever thought up the idea to pickle herbs. you were too busy cleaning up off the slimey substance from your hands to remember that you had indeed left the door to the shop unlocked.

you heard the door opening as you disposed of the glass. “we’re closed!” you called into the shop only to hear a familiar giggle.

“you’re supposed to the friendlier of the magicians.” porta called to you. “what’s with the mess?”

on her days off, portia would always come around the shop. learning what she could from asra and he would leave you to tutor her so you both could have a little practice. sometimes she would drag julian along and he would often watch and take note of the ingredients while asra would sometimes craft new spells. to have her hear would make things go easier.

“not even magicians like to clean their rooms,” you half grumbled making the bubbly devorak laugh.

“what are these little bubbly vials for?” she asked, as you picked up a few bins to bring to the front so you could sort everything by it’s colors.

“asra and i were trying to bring in a few more customers by making little treats. you can try one. let me know what they taste like.”

there was a beat of silence before portia let out a small burp and giggled, “it tastes kind of like a lemon cake. i didn’t know a drink could be so foamy.”

“foamy?” you said to yourself. you and asra didn’t make lemon-

a crash interrupted your thoughts and you were racing out the back to see one of the yellow vials empty on the floor. there was no sign of portia. you went to pick of the vial when you spotted a hand and you followed it to find portia unconscious behind the counter.

“i fucking killed her.” you braced your hands on the sides of your head. asra hadn’t been gone for a day and you were already screwing everything up. you hoped asra liked sailing because there was no telling how vesuvia would react to manslaughter through magic. “oh my gosh, she fuckin’ dead.”

your thoughts were interrupted by portia’s body taking on a golden glow when portia’s hair shifted in the slightest. you knelt down by her, pushing her hair aside when brown pushed up against your hand. you jolted up, throwing yourself at the cluttered counter. pushing the sample treat bottles aside to grab the unmarked yellow ones. you uncapped one and held your nose over it.

it didn’t smell like any regular potion. this must have been one of asra’s forgotten side projects from a long time ago. the date was expired on it, so if a few ingredients had perished, it meant the rest must have mixed to make something completely different. before you could investigate any further you were distracted by a groan.

your head whipped over to portia as she called out to you and your heart dropped into your chest. she wasn’t dead, but what the hell would julian think if he saw portia like this? oh. stars. what would nadia think?

portia’s antlers had grown that so wide that they blocked any way around her. you leaned down, in an effort not to startle her.

“okay. now, portia-”

“what’s wrong?” she was wide eyed, lifting her head and an antler getting caught on a shelf beside her. upon seeing it portia screamed.

“portia, calm down! it’s okay-”

“it’s not okay! this isn’t okay-” she shook her head. an antler hitting the counter making a pink vial come crashing down on portia’s hand. the pink worked instantly, fur growing on her hand and she shrieked even louder.

what the hell did asra have in those old vials?

“portia, if you keep swinging your antlers someone could get hurt-” you were cut short when portia swung her head around a jar from the shelf on your right came hurdling into your face. the jar breaking upon making contact with your face.

you hissed, falling back as the feeling of the potion in your eyes. a scream ripped from your mouth, it felt as if someone had poured salt into your eyes. portia was screaming with you the entire time and when you finally realized it hurt no longer. you pulled your hands away from your face to find that your hands were normal. nothing unusual there.

you looked up at portia and smiled only for her to lift a finger, whimpers coming from her mouth. “don’t scream, okay? don’t scream. portia.” you warned, lifting your hands up when you caught sight of your reflection in the class counter beside you.

green feline eyes had taken the place of your eyes, but your newly transformed eyes dropped to your teeth that resembled those of a leopard.

you were screaming now, turning to portia who was violently shaking her head making potions fall and tumble.

it was a little while later that you both calmed down and portia was sitting on the opposite side of the counter while you swept up the broken glass from your panicking.

“i’m really sorry.” portia motioned to the jars while she let her fingers trail over a few of the bizzare vials that shouldn’t have been too hazardous.

“no, no. it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have put those yellow vials so close to the samples.” you waved her off as you threw away the broken glass. “i didn’t think that asra had so many unfinished projects he’d left around. i was careless.”

portia nodded to herself, a mischevous smile crawling up her face when she picked up a green vial. “you think we’ll get in trouble with asra?” rubbing the underside of her paw against her face.

“probably not. he’s probably forgot about all these potions.” you told her, as you set the broom aside to get back to organizing. “he’ll probably never leave me to do inventory again.”

portia motioned to a box of vials and jars marked expired. “do you want to find out what those do?”

you couldn’t help, but laugh at portia’s resilience. both of you were screaming your heads off moments ago and here she was wanting to have another go at the randomness of potions.

you shook your head, motioning to the box on the floor.

“it’s probably dangerous to be playing with these things.”

upon lifting the box a red vial slipped out of woven box and spill at your feet. purple fog engulfed you as the box slipped from your hands. when it disappeared you found your skin was freckled with red spots.

you shook your head, groaning at the sight of your different skin tone. portia laughed and helped you pick up the box only for portia to slip on the forgotten red vial and go falling beneath you. she yanked at your tunic and a lavender bottle went flying.

your eyes went wide. lavender bottles were important bottles. only important or significant spells and potions were marked down with that lavender color. you were hopping over the counter and diving for the bottle.

portia gasped upon seeing you slam into the bookshelf on the far wall, but when you caught the potion she cheered. you smiled at her, celebrating far too soon because the big book of spells that asra always balanced on the top shelf came slamming down on your hand and the lavender bottle broke in hand. covering you in it’s contents.

your skin began to tingle and you shoved the book off of you to find that you were not covered in scales or fur, but in the sweetest aroma that smelled of strawberries. you coughed at the overwhelming amount and found portia hurdling towards you.

you caught her and spun the redhead so she lay beneath you. more books came tumbling down, but you were focused not on the dictionary that had smacked you on the back of the head but the languid kisses being pressed up your neck.

“h-hey, porita.”

she smiled against your neck and wrapped her legs around your hips to pull you directly on top of her. “hey, my beautiful partner.”

“y-you.. you know what a-asra says... not in the s-shop?” you stammered out when she raked a hand through your hair.

her lips were at your ear, portia eagerly tightening her grip on you and shifting her hips to bring you impossibly closer to her. “asra’s not here, love.”

then it clicked. that potion in particular hadn’t been expired. it needed to be disposed of because it was a love potion. asra refused to sell those and this must have been some of the last that he didn’t get rid of. for those who had already established an insatiable connection, the deeper it’s more.. lewd effects would have on the user.

lewd indeed by the way portia was pressing kisses to your neck.

you pressed a feverish kiss to her lips, silently apologizing to portia as you deepened the kiss. she moaned and when her hold loosened, you bolted.

you grabbed the woven box of potions as you slid rather ungracefully towards the stairs. tripping as portia moaned your name. you were about to slam the bathroom door shut when it was shoved open. vials went flying around you when you fell back into the huge tub.

you scrambled to hold yourself up as portia approached you, “you thought you were going to leave me to take care of myself?” portia hummed as she leaned over the tub, walking so she was between your legs that were high in the air. “not today.”

something broke beneath portia’s foot. you weren’t sure if you were disappointed when the pink haze in portia’s eyes seemed to dissipate, but you knew that the smell that came after was absolutely disgusting.

rotten eggs filled your nose and you scrambled to block out the smell. portia stepped back and another sound of something breaking took the air.

the other smelled of flowers and when it came together. it was less intense, but still so very intoxicating. you let your hands fall from your mouth and you grinned, “now this something i can get behind.”

the intoxicating scent drowned out every thought in your brain before you met eyes with portia who gave you a lazy smile and pointed at you, "i love you, bisshh. i ain't never gonna stop lovin' you, bisshhhh."

you could only smile like a lovestruck fool completely forgetting that portia would tell you.. not those exact words, but exclaim her love every day.

but you, oh you... opened your arms out to welcome her into them and in doing so, freed your upper body from the tub and in turn made your head slam on it's bottom.

portia slurred giggles, nearly falling in the tub upon trying to brace her swaying steps.

"portiaa!" you cried out so loudly that it vibrated the tub. "i hit my head!"

portia laughed again, leaning further into the tub, taking note of your twisted up face. "so? are ya any smarter now?"

"portia, you stoopid." you groaned whacking her in the forehead making her gasp and hold her head. "i'm gonna die! i hit my head."

portia, who was also completely high off whatever fumes were in that bottle, dropped to her knees sobbing.

you rolled your eyes and sat up in the tub, dizzy from hitting your head, shaking the redhead. "i have twenty four hours, dummy. like the stories."

you don't exactly know what stories associated hitting your head with dying in twenty four hours, but boy did you look convinced.

your matter of fact tone made portia nod, her antlers hitting your square in the forehead and sent you flying back in the tub.

"i'm gonna fucking combust if you keep hitting me, portia!" you hissed at her making the redhead put her hands over her mouth.

"you. are. so magical." she grabbed your face, "so beautiful."

she stared at you with wide eyes and slammed her lips to yours. it was.. it was sloppy. kinda hot though. portia stuck her tongue in your mouth and she climbed over you in the tub while you held her hips.

you sat up so fast that you made portia land on her back, sitting at the lip of the tub.

"portia. i got an idea." you looked down at her and then reached over the side of the tub. portia gasped when you pulled up two vials and she leaned forward staring at your hands.

"where did you get those?"

"i don't know." you swallowed, but you met her eyes and handed her a vial. "but these. this should make us birds."

portia shook her head, "but then we die faster."

you shook your head, sitting on your knees in the tub and uncapping your bottle. "if we drink this, we can fly away from death."

there was a beat of silence before portia nodded, enlightenment washing over her. "that makes sense. it can't find us if we're birds."

"exactly and because the feathers will cover our bodies." you told her.

you were tipping back the vial and portia's slipped from her paw and slid down the tub and behind you.

the fog clouding your mind cleared and it was then you saw portia's hair sticking all over her forehead and she was reaching for your pants.

"whoa! portia, what are you—" she grabbed the vial underneath you and tried clawing off the top when you reached for it. "portia, no!"

"we're gonna die! we need to be birds! the feather—" the words came rushed from her mouth, but you understood every word of it and then.. none of it at the same time.

"what the— what are you talking about? you're not gonna die!" you hissed, tugging portia's hair so you could see her eyes. her pupils were dilated and there was almost no trace of her blue irises. the vial went flying out of the tub and you spotted a ton of them strewn on the floor.

before you could react, portia was leaping out of the tub for them. you went to follow her, but she grabbed a vial and uncapped it with her mouth, tipping back a bottle while you slipped out the tub and landed on three.

as portia was sobering up, your skin changed yet again so one side was a vibrant red and the other was a very dark blue.

portia reached over, cupping your face as her brows had drawn up. "oh my stars, are you okay, y/n-"

you burped and flames exuded from your mouth. you and portia stared at each other as ash came down around you both. portia grabbed up another potion, "one of these should take that away, right?"

portia opened another one and dumped it in your mouth as a new flame started up.

the heat in your mouth seemed to stop and you nodded at portia who sighed. before she could sit back, you grabbed her arms.

"check before you sit."

she turned her head, knocking your face to the side with her antlers when she brushed open a spot for her to sit while you carefully picked yourself up off of the broken glass. you were thankful that you'd worn especially thick pants today.

portia sighed, staring at your bicolored skin and weird eyes. she laughed, cupping your face. "i wonder what asra would think if he saw you."

you shook your head, leaning into her touch. "i don't even want to think about asra right now."

"well he can undo everything once he gets back, right?"

the sound of the front door closing downstairs made you sigh. "i forgot to lock the door."

you hurried up, rushing down the stairs with portia on your heels. "how long have we been up here—"

portia was stuck at the stairs, but you hadn't stopped. you were already at the bottom when you spotted julian. you smiled, feeling better knowing that it wasn't some stranger.

julian spotted you and his eyes went wide from where he was looking down at the mess behind the counter.

"monster!"

whatever you were trying to say couldn't be heard over julian's shrieking. he grabbed a broom and raced towards you.

yup, you guessed it. you slipped and fell, successfully breaking a stray vial on the floor.

"hair! hair! julian, look at my hair! it's me!" you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hands out.

he stopped, but before you could say anything to him. you noticed yellow spots coming up on your skin. julian held up his coat lapel as he backed away from you. you stood up, trying to calm him.

"you're sick, love." he told you, tripping over himself as he hurriedly scrambled for the door.

he full on shrieked when you wrapped your arms around him. you couldn't say seeing julian freaked out like this wasn't funny. because it definitely was.

but your fun had come to an end when you saw portia standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed.

you grinned, but the door opened yet again. stepping through was a white head of hair, his eyes scanning over portia's antlers and paw. then you with your different colored skin and feline eyes as you held a very uncomfortable julian.

asra said nothing. only letting out a sigh and shutting the door behind him.

"that went well." portia smiled.

you shook your head, "we need him to help us get rid of all this."

portia was ushering julian out to catch the magician. after the door shut, portia giggled nuzzling into your side when you shook your head and ran a hand down your face.

"i really should have locked the door."

[idkwriteshitdown]

Diego Doesn’t Like to Drink. It Makes Him Feel

Summary: Diego doesn't drink. Correction, he doesn't drink a lot. He knew they dulled his powers and he did not like that loss of control

Or what happens when Diego gets his first drink.

Words: 2531

(ao3 link)

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Diego doesn't drink. Correction, he doesn't drink a lot. He knew they dulled his powers and he did not like that loss of control. Klaus was the one that gave him his first drink, proving himself to be the bad influence that Dad always said he was.

Diego cracked open the door and slowly peaked out his room. The hallway was empty. Checking to see if the coast was clear was merely a formality. Dad had cameras both in the hallways and in their rooms. But he also had a weird habit of walking around at strange hours, and it wasn't good to be caught out of the room by him when he was. Diego shuddered thinking of the last time he was caught after lights out. 

Seeing that the coast was clear he slowly stepped out. Carefully he walked towards the stairs. Years of sneaking around the house had taught him which floorboards creaked when you walked over them and which steps to skip over to avoid alerting the whole house of your presence. Diego found the easiest, and most fun, way to avoid the noisy stairs was to slide down the banister. He and Luther always competed with each other to see who could have the most impressive landing at the bottom. Silently Diego slid down the staircase landing into a roll at the bottom.

Diego stayed crouched at the bottom of the staircase. He cocked his head slightly listening for noises. Hearing none he moved forward towards the next room. He started humming a song under his breath that he had heard the other kids sing.

 Diego had started sneaking out by himself just to get away from his house and other siblings for a while. He met a group of kids on one of his excursions. They invited him to play spies and other dumb games with them. It was fun pretending to be a normal kid and not Number Two of The Umbrella Academy.

With his back against the wall he peeked around the corner. Seeing it empty he quickly ran from there to the couch still humming under his breath. He crawled out from behind the couch and into feet. Diego froze and then slowly looked up.

“Having fun?” Looking down at him with an amused look on his face was Klaus.

Diego quickly jumped to his feet brushing the nonexistent dust off of his pajamas. “K-k-klaus.” he said. “Wh-what, uh, what are you d-doing?”

Klaus gave a lazy grin. “I could say the same to you little brother,” He reached out to ruffle Diego’s hair.

“Stop it.” Diego scowled slapping his hand away. Klaus had hit his growth spurt first and practically shot up overnight making him the tallest of all the kids. He spared no expense in lording it over his more vertically challenged siblings. Diego took a step back and looked at Klaus. He was leaning against the bar one hand behind the back. He looked relaxed but Deigo could see the tightness around his eyes.

“Ghosts?” he asked. 

“Oh you know,” he lazily waved a hand in the air. “They’re around.” he sniffed and flipped a finger to someplace in the distance. “You know my demons.” He giggled. “Why are you wandering around?”

Diego picked at his sleeve. “I was just going to get a drink from the kitchen.” He actually was going sneak out, but he didn’t want to tell Klaus that. Klaus would probably insist on tagging along and Diego wanted that to be just his thing.

Klaus raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know getting a drink involved rolling around the floor like an idiot.”

Diego flushed. “I d-didn’t know.” He paused “I didn’t know seeing ghost’s involved…” he trailed off and shoved Klaus as he started laughing. “Shut up. What’s behind your back?”

“Nothing, why would you think that”

Diego gave him a look. “I’m not stupid.” 

He lunged forward reaching past Klaus. Klaus quickly raised his hand revealing a bottle of dark red liquid. At the same time he turned to the side to avoid Diego.

“Careful” he exclaimed, cradling the bottle to his chest. “This is very precious cargo.”

Diego squinted looking through the dark to see the label. “Is that one of dad’s drinks?”

“Yes, and it’s the best one too.” He held up the bottle. “A fine red wine. Old too. Gets you drunk with style.”

“You drink that stuff?

“You don’t?” He reached over the counter to grab two wine glasses. “I was just about to go up to the roof to take a little sippy sippy. Come on little brother.” He flounced over to the stairs taking no heed of the noise he was making.

Diego sighed taking a longing look at the kitchen before running off to join his brother.

 He caught up with his brother as he was struggling to open the door to the roof while juggling the bottle and the two wine glasses. Digeo moved him out of the way and opened the door for him. “Why are you so loud. Dad could hear us”, he hissed.

Klaus laughed. “Dad can’t hear us. And if he could,” He raised his voice leaning out into the hallway. “He can’t do shit -- Woah.” 

“Be quiet you idiot.” Diego pushed him through the door.

Klaus shrugged and sauntered over to the small picnic table they had set up on the roof. They had found it in the backyard one day and they all argued what to do with it before Five said that they would put it on the roof. Over the years they found, stole, more things to decorate their rooftop escape. That was when things were good. Before Five ran away. Before Ben died. 

“Are you going to join me?” Klaus motioned to an empty chair. Klaus poured them two generous helpings of the wine. “So you’re telling me you’ve never tried ANY of Reggie’s drinks?”

Diego took a glass and swirled the liquid around. He sniffed it wrinkling his nose at the smell. “No.”

“Huh,” Klaus said surprised. “I figured you would’ve. You know, with the amount of times you leave the Manor.”

Diego jerked, sloshing the wine on his hand. He set the glass on the table. “You know about that?” After Five left the siblings stopped their jaunts to the diner to get donuts. It wasn’t the same without him. Diego assumed that everyone else just stopped going out all together.

“Don’t be surprised. We all go out.” He frowned. “Except for that goody two shoes Luther.” He giggled, “or should I say goody one shoe. I don’t think Vanya goes out either, but did we really expect her too.” He took a sip from his glass. “Ah magnifico.”

Diego eyed him warily before reaching out and taking a sip from his own glass. He coughed spitting out the drink. “How do, how do you drink this stuff? How long have you been drinking this stuff?”

“I started when I was 15.” He took Diego’s glass and pushed it back up to his mouth. “You got to just drink through it. It’ll taste better the more you drink.” He paused. “You know even Allison got Luther to drink some.”

Diego grabbed his glass back from Klaus. He scowled down at it. He knew that Klaus knew that he would never let Luther one up him, even if he wasn’t actually here. He took a deep breath before drinking down the whole glass. 

“Woah” Klaus clapped. “Now we’re getting this party started.” He poured more of the bottle in both their glasses. “Drink up buddy. I’m trying to finish this whole bottle.”

“So, so, so, Klaus. How long have you been drinking?” Diego took a swig from the bottle. They had long since abandoned their wine glasses and relocated to sitting at the edge of the roof.

Klaus took the bottle back and began picking at the label. “I started when we were 15. Snuck out one night to taste one. I chose a scotch.” he gave a soft chuckle. “It tasted horrible. I almost threw up.” 

“Why did you keep drinking it then?” Diego asked.

Klaus sighed and took another sip. “Remember when we were 12 and I broke my jaw.”

Diego smiled. “Yeah you had to drink out of a straw for two months.”

A car drove by breaking the silence of the night. “Yeah well when it happened they put me on some pretty strong painkillers. It was glorious. All the ghosts were gone. I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want dad finding out. He’d probably do his stupid experiments.” 

Diego nodded sympathetically making grabby hands for the bottle. “Why’d you...wait so long to start drink, drinking then?”

“I didn’t know it would do the same. All I knew was that medicine would.”

“Huh. We all just thought you just got stupider af-after the fall.”

“Chasing that high baby.” He took the bottle back. “Dad was pissed. Said I was becoming a ‘useless junkie’. He had started having mom hide the medicine but at that point I already met Joseph.”

“Joseph?”

“Yeah he’s my weed man. I think you’d like him. Met him on one of my nights through town. It’s a nice feeling but doesn’t really get the ghosts to leave like the pills do. I told him once how I drink cough syrup and then smoke, and he laughed and asked why I just don’t drink regular alcohol.”

Klaus threw a rock off the side. They watched it as it bounced off the ground “Honestly I felt like an idiot when he explained it to me. Here we have a whole wall full of liquor and I’m wasting my time breaking into the medicine cabinets.”

“Hey I wonder if it has the same effect on you?” Klaus jumped up.

“What?” Diego looked up at his brother.

“Well drugs and shit make my powers go away. Do they do the same for you?” He looked around. “Go grab some rocks. Let’s see if we can hit that light post. I’ll give you 20 bucks if you can break it.”

“Fuckin easy.” Diego stumbled to his feet looking for something to throw. The boys hunted the roof top for loose pieces of stone.

“How many you got?” Klaus called out from the other side of the roof. 

Diego looked down at his hands. “I’ve got two. You?”

“I’ve got three. That gives you five chances to hit it.”

Diego walked back over to their drinking spot. “No way it’ll take me five.” Diego picked up the wine bottle and took a huge gulp. Tossing his stone up in the air Diego adjusted his stance and threw out into the night. They watched as it arced up in the air heading towards, and then past, the light post. “What?”

Klaus clapped jumping up and down. “Oh boy. Not Mr. Sharpshooter anymore.”

“It’s got to be a fluke.” Diego picked up another rock and hurled it at the lamp post. He watched in disbelief as it went even further off the mark than the first one. “No no no no no.” He dropped to the ground looking for the next rock.

Klaus grabbed him. “Hey are you okay?”

“It’s it’s n-not working.” He shoved him off lifting his hand to throw another rock. 

Klaus grabbed his arm and wrestled him to the ground. “It’s not supposed to work. That’s what it does.”

Diego bucked pushing Klaus off of him. He turned around to run but was tackled by Klaus again. Twisting around he threw a sloppy punch at Klaus that was easily deflected. “Calm down.” Klaus shouted. He grabbed one of Diego’s arms pushing it against him. He dropped his weight on Diego while trying to catch his other arm. “Will you just.” He grunted as a fist caught him in the side. He reached out immobilizing his brother. Breathing a sigh of relief he relaxed, catching his breath.

He lifted his head to look down at his brother. Diego’s face was scrunched up and there were tears in his eyes as he glared back at him. “It’s going to be okay.” Klaus said slowly. 

Diego relaxed the fight leaving him. He averted his eyes. “I d-don’t. I don’t like it.” He whispered.

“It’ll go away in the morning.” Klaus said he eyed his brother who was doing an amazing job at not letting the tears fall. “If I let go will you promise not to run away?”

Diego snorted. “Yeah, yeah, let me go asshole.”

“Bitch.”

They separated. Diego roughly wiped his face with the back of his hand before drawing his knees up to his chest. He felt Klaus sit down next to him cross legged. They sat like that for a while each of them lost in their own minds

“So they make the gh-ghosts go ‘way,” Diego slumped against his brother.

“Yup” Klaus said popping the p.

“So you can’t see Ben?” he asked.

Klaus tensed and looked down at Diego, then he looked up over Diego’s head. “Nope.”

“I miss him,” Diego said softly, closing his eyes.

“I miss him too.” Klaus threw his arm around the other bringing him close. 

They sat together like that, one leaning against the other, watching the empty night streets.

“Well it looks like we didn’t finish the bottle. Guess we have to try again next time bro. Diego? Diego?” Klaus shook his brother panicked. “Diego. Wake up. Please don’t make me drag you to your room. That’s not fair.”

Klaus laid Diego down before getting up behind him and grabbing his armpits. “This is not Karma” he grunted. “This is something worse than Karma.”

“Diego cracked open an eye. “Who you talking to?” he slurred.

“Oh great. You’re awake enough to hear us talk but not awake enough to help yourself get to your own room.” At that point Klaus had dragged Diego to the door of the rooftop. “I should just leave you out here.” He grunted. “You’re lucky I’m a good brother.”

Diego reached up to touch Klaus’s face. “You’re m’ favorite brother,”

“Well I sure hope so. I’d be sad if Luther was your favorite.” He lifted Diego up throwing an arm over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ. How can someone so small be so heavy,” Klaus groaned. “Shut up it’s not funny.”

“Ah, fuck” Diego jerked up covering his eyes with his hands. Almost immediately afterward he threw a hand over his mouth. He swallowed heavily trying to resist the urge to throw up.

“It’s time to wake up sweetie. You’re going to be late for breakfast.” Mom said from by the curtains. Diego groaned and rubbed his head. Mom sat on the bed next to him and rubbed his back. “You’ve learned a valuable lesson in why you should not drink in excess.” 

Diego looked at her. “You know?”

“I can recognize the signs of a hangover when I see it.” She smiled sympathetically. “Drink some water. It’ll help.”

Diego flopped back down on the bed. “I’m never drinking again.”

Mom stood up and walked to the door. “Sure you won’t. Don’t forget to show up for breakfast.”

[strangebeautiful]

Need a Baker

Rating: Explicit

@genmaweek prompt: Birthday Party

Pairing: Genma/Sakura

Summary: Genma comes home early to help Sakura prepare for his birthday party and catches her doing something completely unexpected.

Also on ao3! 

Genma barely had time to react as two hands grasped him by the shoulders and pushed him out of the door of his own shop. He turned around to face his best friend (now assistant manager) with puppy dog eyes.

“Go. We’re not going to let you close on the night of your birthday party,” Raidou said firmly, leaving no room for debate. Genma’s skateboard was unceremoniously thrust into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he sulked away. Even three years after opening his skate shop, it was still his baby, and delegating was always a struggle for him. With a sigh, he hopped onto his board and took off down the block.

If he was being honest, though, Genma was grateful that Raidou had forced him out of the door. Sakura had taken the day off, a huge undertaking for the busy neurosurgeon, and was preparing to host his birthday party at her apartment. Leaving work a few hours early meant that he could help her out, and it would make him feel less guilty about his already overworked girlfriend going out of her way to have a party on his behalf.

When he rolled up to Sakura’s tall swanky complex about ten minutes later, Genma pulled out the key that she had sweetly provided him six months into dating and let himself into her apartment. He called out a greeting to her as he kicked his shoes off at the door, but heard no reply.

“Maybe she’s in her room?” he murmured to himself before walking toward the stairs. However, he caught a flash of pink in the kitchen and turned toward her in surprise.

Sakura had her back to him, tapping a cup of flour into a bowl with her earbuds in. She was wearing a small pair of black running shorts and a red tank top, lightly humming to herself as she cracked an egg against the counter. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked casually stunning, as per usual. He took one step in her direction but was interrupted by Sakura’s voice. “Bitch I’m a problem nobody solvin’, you can keep hatin’, I’m poppin’ regardless,” she rapped to herself, and Genma’s jaw dropped.

Sweet innocent Sakura listened to rap? Until now, Genma was utterly convinced that she only listened to those boring medical podcasts that had him drifting off on long car trips. The brunette grinned mischievously and figured there was no shame in hanging back to see what his little cherry blossom was up to.

The rosette continued to toss ingredients into the mixing bowl, rolling her hips to the music playing in her ears and piping in with sporadic lines of the song. He heard the bass pick up from across the room, and suddenly, she shook her ass in a way that belonged on a club dance floor.

“Dance on the dick, now, you been served, I like a dick with a little bit of curve, hit this pussy with an uppercut,” Genma’s jaw dropped as she playfully accompanied the line by punching the air before continuing, “Call that, ah, Captain Hook!” She cracked a smile and laughed softly to herself as she started the hand mixer.

Genma and Sakura had been dating for nearly a year now, and he had never heard her swear. Hell, getting her to say anything other than his name and “oh god” in bed was a struggle. Even at her most frustrated, his girlfriend was always composed - he supposed it was a side effect of having a profession that required unrivaled professionalism.

But Sakura’s secret was out now.

“I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam, okay, I just might need a baker, make that pussy cream,” she sang as she swirled the spatula and her hips in time. She lowered into a squat to pull a pan from the lower cabinet, bouncing her ass like she was riding a dick and causing her running shorts to ride up indecently. Genma was unashamedly hard at the sight.

She spooned the batter into the baking pan, grinding her hips against the counter to match the music. When the bowl was emptied, Sakura took the spatula and suggestively licked the batter from it. “I’m too sexy to be fuckin’ under covers,” she exclaimed, turning to throw the utensil into the sink and finally catching sight of Genma in the doorway.

Sakura screamed.

And in her shock, she pegged him in the forehead with the spatula.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sakura gasped in concern as he folded over in equal parts laughter and pain. “You scared me!”

Genma felt her delicate hand on the small of his back, and when he finally composed himself, he stood up. He smirked at her, teasing, “I didn’t know you listened to rap.” She immediately blushed in response.

“H-How long were you there for?” Sakura asked with a tinge of panic.

“Long enough,” he said, placing a kiss on the corner of her lips as she flushed even darker in embarrassment.

Sakura turned back to the pan filled with batter, sliding it into the pre-heated oven and setting a timer. She chewed her bottom lip nervously as she turned back around, leaning against the counter and looking up with her bright green eyes. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Genma chuckled in response. “What, I shouldn’t know that my girlfriend uses bad words sometimes? Or that she can twerk?”

“I was not twerking,” she huffed. “I was dancing. That thing you do when you like the music you’re listening to.”

“That kind of dancing belongs in the bedroom, sweetheart,” he teased, walking over so he could place his hands on her hips. “Or the kitchen is fine if you’re feeling kinky.”

“Genma,” Sakura whined. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

His lips curved into a predatory grin. “I think you can persuade me. Maybe if I hear more of those dirty words again, I can be convinced to conveniently forget to tell our friends about this incident.”

“Ugh, you’re so embarrassing,” Sakura groaned as she half-heartedly pushed his hands off her hips.

“Maybe I can just request a repeat performance at my party tonight. You know, you can’t deny the birthday boy a gift,” Genma purred with a wag of his eyebrows, drawing her back in.

“You’re exhausting,” she sighed, feigning exasperation. “Fine. What do you want?”

Genma pressed one hand against Sakura’s lower back and the other on the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the counter. She squeaked as the cold tile touched her ass. “I want to make that pussy cream.”

Sakura looked like she was ready to die of mortification. “Oh. My. God. Stop.”

As Genma peeled her shorts and panties down her smooth shapely legs, he couldn’t help but admire the way her cheeks reddened. “This is improper,” she protested, but it didn’t stop him from reaching up to graze her breasts under her loose tank top. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“And I just heard you say plenty of improper words,” Genma said playfully, lifting her shirt to brush his lips over the soft skin of her belly. “I’m not going to give it to you until you ask for it, so hop to it.”

Sakura bit her bottom lip hard as Genma toyed with her nipples, teasing the crook of her hip with open-mouthed kisses. “Isn’t this supposed to be your birthday present?”

“Mi pleasure es su pleasure, baby,” he said smoothly as he dug his teeth into her thigh. She let out a small unintended moan in reply.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the collective groan of the Spanish-speaking population of the world.”

Genma chose to ignore the jab, spreading her legs open with his warm palms and admiring the glistening honey already visible between her thighs. He wet his lips in anticipation. “So saucy today, sweetheart. But you’re already turned on and you can’t hide from me, so why don’t you just ask for it?”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but when he ran his tongue over her outer folds, her hips jerked hard. She mumbled something under her breath, and he grinned.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Genma asked as he repeated the action with a little more pressure, drawing a gasp this time. “All I heard was something about eating. I’ll enjoy eating that cake tonight while I tell stories about how innocent little Dr. Haruno is actually a twerking deviant.”

She nearly screamed in frustration. Defeated, she begged, “Please eat my pussy, Genma!”

“Gladly,” Genma said before parting her folds with his tongue. The shuddering little moan she let out made his pants uncomfortably tight, and he flicked the top button open to relieve some of the pressure. When he slid two fingers inside her slick entrance and suckled on her clit, her hips nearly came off the counter.

“S-So good!” Sakura keened, grinding against his face. “F-Fuck.” The guttural way the word caught in her throat made arousal coil dangerously within him.

If there was anything Genma took pride in, it was his ability to make a woman come with his tongue. He was notorious for having a lifelong oral fixation, keeping something in his mouth most of the time - toothpick, gum, etc. But there was nothing more satisfying than feeling a gush of wetness on his lips and a pair of gorgeous thighs squeezing his face.

He redoubled his efforts, flattening his tongue against Sakura’s clit and drinking in the sight of her head thrown back, her knuckles white as she gripped the counter. The sounds that spilled from her lips were rising in pitch and frequency, and he crooked his fingers upward to match the increased pace of his tongue. Genma had a sneaking suspicion that she was already aroused from her earlier dancing because she was rarely worked up this quickly.

“I love your mouth on my clit,” Sakura moaned, and he was so fucking hard hearing her talk like that. Her fingers laced through his shoulder-length hair, tugging him closer to her. “Fuck, Genma, you’re gonna make me come.”

He groaned against her sopping pussy, the wet sounds of his fingers and tongue filling the kitchen. Genma knew she was ready to come when he felt the telltale release of tension before she clamped down hard on his fingers. She toppled over the edge with his name on her lips, trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He kept stroking her with his tongue and fingers until she was so overstimulated that she pushed him away.

At that exact moment, the timer for the cake went off.

“Ah, fuck,” Sakura said as she nudged Genma back far enough to hop off the counter. She grabbed a pair of oven mitts, bending over to pull the cake from the oven. He admired the curve of her naked ass, and if she hadn’t been holding something hot, he would have certainly groped it.

Sakura preened with satisfaction over the cake. “I just need to let it cool before I add icing.”

“I can add some icing,” Genma winked.

The rosette rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you.”

“I can’t believe you,” the brunette retorted. “You were a wildcat this whole time and you didn’t even tell me.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of slut,” Sakura said with a pout. “And sometimes it’s hard to break out of professional mode, you know?”

Genma slid his hand to cup her ass, drawing her close to kiss her breathless. When he pulled away, he said, “You’re not just any slut. You’re my slut.”

“You are the literal worst,” Sakura lamented, but her lips curved up in a grin as she slid her hand down the front of Genma’s pants to stroke his length, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you think we have time for me to dance on your dick?”

Genma’s eyes lit up as he tugged her by the arm toward her bedroom. “Absolutely.”

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 11~

Image credit: Myself @badwolf-in-the-impala​. None of the images are mine, only the editing.

Previous Chapters:  ((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10))

Rating: Mature/18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug use/abuse, violence, suggested physical/sexual abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst...So much angst.

Chapter warnings: Language, smoking, someone gets punched in the face and a whole lotta feels.

Word count: 4,264

A/N: I’m a shitty person when it comes to posting, I’m sorry...I also forget this chapter even existed. Oops. x_x Also huge shoutout to @jacksonroseroth​ who helped in the making of this chapter and always comes to my recue when I get stuck writing! ^-^

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Once they were sure Tawni had left the room, Tig gave Teagan one last hug before jetting off, having gotten a text to meet the guys in the chapel. Teagan bit back her tears, having enough with crying for the day as she sat down in the chair beside Chibs’ bed. The steady beeping of the EKG machine drummed in her head as she sat there in silence. He wasn’t out of the woods, but he wasn’t dead. Her only regret was he hadn’t woken up yet so he could talk to her. Teagan just wanted to hear his voice right now, more than anything.

“God...I’ve really fucked it up this time.” She gave a bitter laugh as she shook her head, leaning her elbows forward onto the edge of the bed as she cradled her head in her hands. “I feel like this is all my fault, and the two people I trust and care about most? Well, Tawni hates me; And you?” 

Teagan let out a long sigh as she ran a hand through her dark hair, looking up to study a very unconscious Chibs. His head bandaged and face scraped in places from where he hit the ground during the explosion. He looked so broken and helpless lying in a hospital bed compared to his usual tough exterior that everyone saw. 

“Well -- You almost died.” She finally whispered, catching a stray tear with the back of her sleeve. “Shit, you still could. Please don’t.” Teagan choked out a sob as she took his hand gently, her voice going soft as she spoke to him. The fact that he likely couldn’t hear her briefly crossed her mind as she chewed her lower lip anxiously, but she continued anyway. 

 “There’s so much I need to tell you still...Things I should’ve told you already, probably, if I wasn’t so shit at talking about my feelings.” Teagan admitted guiltily. “Things I’m scared to admit because I’ve been here before, and I fucking swore to myself; I fucking swore! That I wouldn’t go down this road again. But alas, here I am. God I’m an idiot.” 

Things fell silent again for a little while, the steady beeping of the EKG machine being the only noise to fill the room once more. Teagan not knowing how to continue on, not that it mattered anyway. Chibs was unconscious and he would likely remain that way for quite a while. But the bigger question that had been weighing heavily on her mind -- Especially following her blow up with Tawni -- was not so much her own feelings, but his. It wasn’t something she had really even considered bringing up yet, what with everything that had been going on. But now? Now she wondered.

Just what exactly was it that he saw he saw in her? I mean sure, it wasn’t like things were really that serious between them, but they were serious enough that he cared for her well being. Her safety even. He cared enough to help her put herself back together every time she fell apart, even though he barely knew anything about her. Save for the story that had been pieced together all those years ago when she left Charming. The story that everyone knew so well. The story, that was only half truth.

Teagan could feel the tears beginning to prick behind her eyes again, forcing herself to draw in a few deep breaths as she tightened her grip on Chibs’ hand, trying her best to ground her emotions again. But her voice still faltered as she spoke aloud the question she wasn’t certain would ever be answered.

“What is it exactly that you see in me?” Tegan whispered. Her brows pulled tightly together in confusion as she ran a thumb carefully across his scared cheek and down his jawline before allowing her hand to fall away. Before Teagan could say anything else, the door swung open, making her jump. She quickly pulled her hand away and wiped her face as she stood. “Sorry, Doc. I just wanted to-”

As Teagan turned, expecting Tara to be standing in the doorway, she, instead, came face to face with an older, darker skinned woman with black hair that had begun to salt and pepper, holding onto the bag slung over her shoulder with a hip popped, hand propped on it, with a posh and annoyed look on her face.

“Oh. Um, sorry. I thought you were--Who are you?” Teagan asked, slightly confused. She’d never seen this woman around the clubhouse before and Chibs never mentioned any woman that even came close to what she looked like.

“I think the question here would be who the hell are you?” She asked, a thick Irish accent coming through. Teagan’s eyes shrunk back.

Oh, God, not another one. Teagan thought. She’d never met Tawni’s mother and she hoped to God this wasn’t her. Granted Tawni was as pale as the day was long, but stranger things have happened. Taken aback by the woman, Teagan blinked and cleared her throat before she said, “Um, I’m-I’m Teagan?”

The woman pursed her lips and gave a soft ‘Mhm’ as she rounded the bed and set her bag down. Tossing her dark mane over her shoulder, she turned back to Teagan and said, “And would ye mind tellin’ me why yeh’re so broken and upset over m’husband’s accident? And why you were touchin’ him like that?”

It took everything Teagan had to not let her mouth drop open in shock and start yelling. Chibs never once mentioned he had a wife. Not when he held her that first night, not when she spent multiple nights in his bed. He didn't even bother to tell her when they were mere articles of clothing away from doing the do.

‘Alright…That puts a new spin on shit.’ Teagan thought, not trusting herself enough to say anything out loud just yet. Teagan opened her mouth to explain, but the woman cut her off with a wave of her hand and said, “No. Don’t tell me. I don’ need ta’hear any lies out’o a Crow Eaters mouth.”

“Excuse me?!” Teagan shrieked. That one label sent her over the edge. She did her share of whoring around when she was younger, but goddamnit! She was the sister of one of the members! She was as far from a Crow Eater as you could get without being an Old Lady! “Listen, who the hell do you think you are?! You don’t know me!”

“Oh, sure, please!” The woman shouted back. “I know Filip has his fun wit’ you American girls. But never once has one o’them shown their face when I’m around!”

Teagan was about to channel Tawni and reach across Chibs’ bed for a right hook to her face, when a nurse hurried in through the open door.

“What is going on? ICU is for immediate family only!” She said. Teagan opened her mouth to lie and say she was family, but the Irish woman beat her to it with, “I’m his wife.”

The nurse gave her a sweet smile and nodded before turning to Teagan and saying, “Miss Trager, you need to leave. Dr. Knowles is looking for you anyway.”

Teagan huffed at the nurse, shooting daggers at the woman before turning on her heel and marching out of the room.

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Gemma had lost track of Teagan after reprimanding Jax and just prayed that Teagan didn't end up running back into Tawni. She really didn't need to deal with an angry Irish girl and a Trager, at least not at the same time. The last thing they needed was an all out brawl between a couple of hot headed biker chicks on hospital grounds. But after checking around with a few of the guys, she confirmed that Tawni had indeed gone back to the Clubhouse. And judging from the commotion coming from down the hall nearest Chibs’ room, Gemma could only guess that’s where Teagan had ended up.

“Shit.” Gemma muttered under her breath as she quickened her pace as she moved towards whatever in the hell was going on; Stepping back just in time as Teagan blew around the corner and passed her, Tara hot on her heels trying her best to stop her.

“I’m serious, Teagan, you really need to stay overnight for observation! You have a concussion for Christ sake, just let me help!” Tara tried to reason.

“I don’t fucking need anymore help!” Teagan stopped so suddenly that Tara almost smacked right into her. Taking a quick step back with a wide eyed expression as Teagan rounded on her like a viper about to strike its prey. 

“Hey! Knock it the hell off!” Gemma managed to butt in between the two, putting a hand to Teagan’s chest as she pushed her back. “This isn’t the goddamn WWE. Now why don’t you calm down and tell me what the hell is going on?” 

“He has a fuckin’ wife!” Teagan all but screeched before storming off down the hall towards the exit to the stairs. ‘Explains a lot.’ Gemma thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose as she turned to face Tara. “I got it from here, Doc.”

“Good luck.” Tara called after her as Gemma took off after Teagan, catching her on the stairs.

“Wanna slow down before I have a fucking heart attack?” Gemma shouted as she struggled to catch up in hopes of talking Teagan out of whatever in the hell she was about to do.

“Fuck off, Gem!” Teagan shouted back as she hit the last flight of stairs and made her break for the door. Gemma caught her by the arm just as she was stepping outside. “Seriously, Gem, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

“And what is it exactly you think I’m gonna say?” Gemma shot back, hands flying to her hips as she gave Teagan an irritated and disapproving look. 

“I don’t fucking know!?” Teagan yelled as she fished around in her pockets angrily for her pack of smokes, struggling to light one as her hands trembled from all the emotions coursing through her. So angry at this point she could hardly see straight. “I told you so? You’re a fucking idiot? Stay away and stop getting involved with the fucking Club members?!” 

Teagan gave a brief pause as she took a long drag off of her cigarette, running a hand aggressively through her dark hair as she exhaled. “Jesus, fuck; Why didn’t you tell me he had a fucking wife?!” She rounded on Gemma, who stood still as a statue, waiting for her moment to interject. 

“Maybe ‘cause it ain’t my place, for starters.” Gemma snapped. “And before you go jumping on that fuckin’ high horse of yours, maybe take a step back and think? It’s not like he fuckin’ knows shit about your own past, aside from the bullshit story everyone else knows. So why would he feel obligated to tell you anything about his? Especially when you two aren’t even exclusive. I mean Jesus, Teag, have you two even talked about your feelings?”

“No…” Teagan admitted reluctantly, taking another drag off the cigarette burning between her fingers as she turned her back. Gemma had a point, even if Teagan didn’t want to admit it. But that didn’t change the fact she felt lied to. Betrayed even. Even if Chibs was never hers to begin with, it didn’t change the fact that he had kept this very important bit of information from her. 

“Then why should it matter?” Gemma stated. “His business is his business, nobody else’s!”

“He’s fuckin’ married, Gem!” Teagan shouted as she whirled around, seething again. “I don’t give two fucking shits why, or what his reasonings for not telling me are, that’s not something you just keep from the person you’re getting involved with!”

 “Jesus Christ…” Gemma gave a frustrated sigh as she closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Teage--”

“NO, Gemma, I’m done. I’m.Fucking.Done.” Teagan cut her off before taking one last drag, flicking the cigarette butt to the sidewalk as she began looking around for a way back to the Clubhouse. Panic setting in as she realized everyone had gone home except for Gemma. 

“Look, Sweetheart, I know you’re upset, and don’t get me wrong, you have every right to be--But this ain’t the time.”

“Seriously, just save it! OK?” Teagan snapped, closing her eyes as she rubbed at her temples. A sudden wave of dizziness hitting her out of nowhere.

“You need to calm down…Let’s just go back inside for a bit till you cool off.” Gemma stated firmly as she moved to take Teagan by the arm and lead her back inside. Gritting her teeth as Teagan pushed her way.

“I’m fine...Gem…” Teagan shot back as she pulled away, reaching a hand out to steady herself against the pillar in front of her as the edges of her vision started to blur. But by then, it was already too late. Her hand missed the pillar entirely and her vision quickly went black as she fell to the ground, Gemma managing to grab her before her head hit the concrete.

“Shit…” Gemma muttered as she laid Teagan carefully on the sidewalk before rushing back inside the hospital to grab a nurse.

~

The slow and steady beeping filled her ears as Teagan came to, finally hooked up to monitors and IVs. She let out a soft groan as the EKG beeps began to pound against her skull. Before she could have any other reaction, from the corner, almost making her jump and fall out of bed, she heard Gemma say, “Oh, good. You’re not dead.”

“Jesus Fuck, Gemma!” Teagan shouted, the EKG beeping wildly for a moment or two before the steady pace continued. Teagan sighed and tried to move but found it rather painful with needles sticking out of her arms. She sighed and shifted, trying to get a better look at her surroundings. “Why am I still here?”

Gemma slapped down the magazine in her hand and crossed her legs. “Because you almost took a fuckin’ cement nap if I hadn’t caught you, Teagan Marie.” She said. Teagan let out another groan.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Gemma! Not the middle name shit! I got that enough growing up!” She said. Gemma uncrossed her legs and stood, stalking over to her bed.

“I don’t give a shit what you got growing up, missy.” Gemma said. “You’ve done enough damage, you don’t need any more in your life. You don’t want me to treat you like you did growing up? Then fuckin’ grow up!”

Gemma walked away from the bed and grabbed her purse from the table next to her chair and made for the door. With her emotions running high, probably from the drugs Tara put her on, Teagan fought her tears, though they came through as she said, “Wait...Gem. Please don’t leave me alone…”

Gemma stopped and turned to her. Teagan couldn’t stop the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as she struggled not to completely break down and sob. Gemma sighed and set her bag back down, going back over to her and taking her hand.

“Teagan...This is serious shit we’re in right now. And if you’re gonna stick around, you’ll be involved. Do you really think it’s a good idea to get involved with Chibs? Let alone any member right now?” Gemma asked, lowering her voice to a softer tone. Teagan sighed, looking away from Gemma, angry with herself for crying again.

“I don’t know, Gem. It-It’s different this time. With Chibs.” She said. “He doesn’t treat me like I’m a no good degenerate like everyone else does.”

“Oh, baby.” Gemma said with a soft chuckle. “That’s not true; Jax doesn’t. Tawni never did. Clay doesn’t. I don't.”

Teagan gave her a look that made Gemma smirk and add, “Alright...Not all the time. But still, Teagan, I mean…”

“Gemma.” Teagan took a breath and said, “I think I might be in love with him.”

Gemma blinked, shocked, and said, “Are-Are you serious? Jesus, Teage, you’ve known him for like, a month.”

Teagan rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fuck. Gemma. I’m trying to be fucking happy for once in my life! Genuinely happy! And he’s fucking married!” Teagan said.

“Honey. That’s never stopped him before. Jimmy O’Phelan stole Fiona from Chibs before he exiled him from Ireland. Sure he still loves her, but...Well, he has needs too. He’s had relationships in the past. It doesn’t bother him. Why should it bother you?” Gemma asked.

“Maybe because I don’t want to be called a fucking Crow Eater by that bitch again?” Teagan hissed, her anger getting the better of her and making the EKG go off again. Gemma sighed and said, “Alright, honey, you need to calm down. If you want the Doc to clear you to leave, you’ve gotta get that anger under control.”

Teagan sighed and nodded, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Good God, did she want to get out of this fucking hospital. She cleared her throat and said, “Um, is-is he awake?”

“Teagan…” Gemma sighed.

“Gem, I just want to make sure he’s okay. Tell him I’m sorry.” She said.

“For what?” Gemma asked. Teagan opened her mouth to respond, but stopped when she realized she wasn’t quite sure.

“I-I-” Gemma stopped her and said, “Look. Before you do anything, I want you cleared by the doc. Make sure everything is working right up there. You’ve taken a few punches already and we don’t need you passing out on us again.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Alright. But can we make it quick? I want to fucking shower too.” Teagan said. Gemma chuckled and gave Teagan a kiss on her cheek before she left the room to flag down Tara.

~

After a lengthy talk about making sure she was monitored for the next few days, Tara finally cleared her to leave. Teagan couldn’t change fast enough. Gemma had run back to the clubhouse and packed her a small bag of new clothes. Once she changed and the papers were signed, Gemma walked Teagan up to Chibs’ floor and stopped her.

“Just give me a minute, Teagan, okay?” Gemma said, sitting the girl down in a nearby chair before sidestepping to the door. With her hand on the door knob, she stopped when she saw Fiona sitting in the chair, reading a magazine.

‘Oh, shit.’ She thought as she slowly opened the door and walked in. Fiona glanced up as the door opened as surprised to see Gemma as Gemma was to see her. With a sigh and uncrossing her legs, Fiona put down her magazine and stood. Gemma went to the counter to set down her bag as she said, “You’re a long way from home, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I am.” Fiona said, rather matter of factly. Gemma braced a hand on the counter, the other on her hip and asked, plainly, “Why?”

“I was worried about him.” Fiona said, almost a hint of offence in her voice. Gemma looked unconvinced as she said, “Could’ve sent flowers.”

Fiona’s face was full of annoyance at this point, uphased at how much Gemma hadn’t changed over the years. With an equal annoyance in her voice, she said, “Just needed to see him, Gemma.”

Gemma glanced at Chibs, making sure he wasn’t awake and listening as she crossed in front of Fiona and said, “We are in a shit storm here. The last thing we need is you turning him inside out.”

Teagan stayed out of view from the window on the door, ear pressed to it, listening. She didn't know what Gemma meant by ‘turning him inside out’, but she didn't need an interpreter for it, and booked it, swiping her bag from the chair and beelining for the elevator. Clearly, this Fiona woman had an effect on Chibs and, after all, she was his fucking wife. She didn't want to ruin Chibs’ relationship with her and had her mind made up, even before she hijacked Tig’s bike, parked with the others. She hotwired the Harley, strapped on Tig’s helmet and took off as the club came running back outside, ready to deal a beat down, but they were all caught off guard to see Teagan as the thief.

“Hey! Teagan-!” Tig called in disbelief. He sighed and turned to his crew, staring at them for a moment before he said, “Unbelievable.”

~

Teagan lit into the Clubhouse like the place was on fire. Ignoring Piney’s attempts to slow her down and tell him what the hell was going on as she passed by the bar and made her way down the hall to the dorms; Throwing the door to her room open. The sound of it slamming against the wall sending an echo loud enough down the hallway that it could’ve woke people up in the next County over. 

Grabbing her pack from the closet she quickly began to stuff in the essentials. Making sure to do so quickly as she knew at least a few of the guys would be on their way back and pulling in soon. Tig being among them, given she had just stolen his pride and joy. So the sooner she got out of there, the better. Besides, the last thing she wanted was anyone trying to stop her…

Her mind was made up...She was done. Charming had been her last chance at a safe haven, but now that had been shattered into a million pieces and all because she let her feelings get in the way. Just like she always did. Funny she had actually believed that things had actually turned in her favor for once, and that maybe she finally had a shot at real happiness despite the shitstorm that had been chasing her all her life. But she couldn’t have been more wrong.

“What in the fuck are you doing?” Tawni grumbled crankily from the doorway of Teagan’s room, still half asleep; Teagan turning and narrowing her gaze. 

“Leaving.” Teagan snapped as she tugged the zipper on her pack shut and threw it over her shoulder before stalking out of the room. Shoulder checking Tawni on the way out when she didn’t move.

“Seriously?!” Tawni huffed as she turned and started after Teagan. “You’re gonna be a bitch this fucking early?!”

“I’m done. Gone. Not fucking coming back. You should be fucking happy!” Teagan rounded on Tawni, causing her to take a step back as she stared at Teagan a little shocked as those few that remained in the Clubhouse fell silent. “Can’t fuck your Uncle if I’m not around anymore, right? Because as if things weren’t shitty enough -- To add insult to injury, my best fucking friend--Sorry ex best friend, just assumes, that I would go behind her back in such a way--”

“Teagan--”

“Fuckin’ save it Tawn, ‘cause I don’t give a shit anymore.” Teagan cut her off before she could even start. “And to think, I actually fucking cared...I mean genuinely fucking cared, for the first time in a long time...But he’s married, so crisis averted. ” She laughed bitterly, turning on her heel as she started for the door again.

“And you’re answer to it all is to run like a fucking coward? Just like you’ve always done?!” Tawni started after Teagan again, not ready to let her go so easily. But she stopped when Teagan dropped her bag abruptly, her fist suddenly connecting with Tawni’s jaw, sending her to the floor.  

“I thought you were my fucking friend.” Teagan’s voice was calm, showing in it the level of hurt she was feeling right now as she shook her head.

“C’mon, Kid, don’t do this.” Piney butted in as he got to his feet, holding his hands out as if he was trying to calm a wild animal as he approached her. Stopping when Teagan held out a hand to stop him, and picked up her bag.

“Save it.”

“What the fucking Christ, Teagan?!” Tig hollered as he came bursting through the doors of the Clubhouse, Jax and Opie close behind. 

“Don’t.” Teagan snapped coldly as she pushed past her brother and out the door; yanking her arm from Opie’s grasp when he tried to grab her.

“Come on, Rave...Don’t do it like this.” Opie pleaded with a sympathetic expression as he stared down at her as she pushed past him out the door. “At least tell us what’s going on?”

“She’s fuckin’ my Goddamn Uncle, is wha’s goin’ on!” Tawni shouted as she came flying out the door in the midst of all the chaos, hellbent on finishing what had just been started.

“You know…” Teagan gave another hollow sounding laugh, turning with tears in her eyes to face Tawni who stopped when she saw her twisted expression. “I actually wish I had gotten the chance.”

Without another word she turned, crossing the lot the rest of the way to her bike, securing her pack to the sissy bar before she climbed on and pulled on her helmet. The sound of the engine roaring to life drowning out Tig’s shouts as he came running across the Teller-Morrow lot after her; Falling just short  of reaching her as she pulled out of her space and hit the throttle. Leaving behind a sea of shocked and confused faces in her wake as she left it all behind.

Hellbent on never looking back.

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“Moonshine and Kerosene: Part 2″ Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

*Mushu voice* I LIVE! 

I promise I’m not gone, just experiencing writer’s block but heyo here’s some new content!

Smut 

Arthur heads into Valentine just expecting to pick up some supplies, the last thing he expects is to find you brawling in the Valentine saloon. He accompanies you for another drink, hoping he won’t wake up tomorrow with a headache and no memory. 

Part 1

Master List

Arthur’s nose crinkled as the stench of sheep manure hit his nostrils. Valentine wasn’t Arthur’s choice of locale, but Hosea had already made arrangements to pick up the camp’s supply from the general store. He kept the brim of his hat low and his gaze on the ground; it had been months since he damn near shot up the whole town and most small towns had long memories. The afternoon seemed quiet except for the usual sounds of chaos emitting from the saloon as he passed. There was almost certainly a bar fight going on; he could hear the shouts and curses of the drunkards. 

As he tethered his horse in front of the general store, movement caught his eye. There in the alleyway between the saloon and the store was the infamous horse with the ram skull mask. He took a step towards the horse and suddenly a man crashed through the window onto the wooden porch beside him. “Not again!” The bartender yelled, followed by even more hollering inside the bar. Arthur’s hand fell to his pistol as he entered the saloon. 

Inside, the bartender was cowering under the bar and there were unconscious men scattered across the floor. In the middle of the chaos to his great surprise, was you. 

This was a normal day for you, Maggie had caught word that rival shiners were trying to move in on your turf and sell to your already established customers. As the muscle of the operation it was your job to ensure they left with nothing but bloodied faces and tails tucked between their legs. You ducked just in time to dodge a right hook and used the momentum to bring your fist upwards into the man’s jaw, knocking him unconscious. While your attention was shifted, it opened an opportunity for another goon, landing a hard punch to your cheek. 

“Shit,” you spat. You could taste the blood in your mouth and the time for games was over. You hit the man hard with three blows, grabbed him, and rammed his head into the support pillar. Another man attempted to grapple you from behind, but you swung your head back and butted your head into his. His grip loosened and you slipped out from him, lining up with him.

“I’m gonna kill you!” A man beside you bellowed as he came barreling towards you. Your hands were busy duking it out with the fellow in front of you, leaving you open to the oncoming attack- but it never came. A swift elbow came down on his crown, bringing him to the ground with nothing but a gurgle. Your eyes flashed in the direction for just a second and you smiled. 

“Ah, Mr. Callahan,” you said in between punches. The man attempted to dodge your attack by ducking to the left, you caught him by the head and slammed his head down onto the table. His body slumped to the floor unconscious. “What brings you here?”

“Ah, you know,” Arthur said as he brawled with the last of the men. “Jus, ridin’ through.” His fist landed hard and the man crumpled to the ground.

You wiped the blood from your nose and walked over to the unconscious and groaning men. Arthur was a bit roughed up, his hat had fallen to the floor and his hair was rustled; you quite liked the look on him. Arthur met you in the middle and gave you that crooked grin that you liked so much. “I’d say my work here is done,” you said as you extended your elbow to him. “Want to get outta here?”

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by a voice. “You ain’t goin’ no where!” The two of you turned, coming down the stairs were two huge burly men, you recognized one as a Braithewaite cousin.

“Aw hell,” Arthur groaned.

“What, you ain’t ready for round two?” You smirked as you rolled up your sleeves. “I’ll take the inbred pig, you can have the fat red headed one.”

“Who you callin’ a pig?” The Braithewaite snarled. He was faster than you expected, swinging on you before you could react. The weight behind his fist knocked you back a couple steps, almost knocked you to your ass. The taste of copper filled your mouth and trickled down your chin, you wiped away the blood and grimaced. Now you were pissed. 

“This was a new shirt you son of a bitch!” You threw a flurry of punches, but he was lighter on his feet than you expected, blocking and ducking. If you wanted to win this fight you would have to keep a level head and watch him. This obviously wasn’t his first scrap either. You observed how he moved as you threw punches at each other; he blocked well, but his body was big and he left an opening in his ribs when he raised his arms to block. You feigned for the face and when he moved to block, you punched hard into his ribs, making him cry out. In his surprise you were able to land a blow to his temple. That would usually down a man, but he stumbled backwards three steps, rubbed his head, and came back at you. That hit to the temple definitely slowed him, and he was more angry now. He was all punches and no blocking; you had him now. You dodged his wide swings easily and took your time, delivering heavy blows to the ribs and face. He was staggering a bit now and you smiled to yourself: he was yours now. 

His swing was fast, too fast, and it knocked you back against the chair behind you. Blotches of colors danced in front of your eyes and you shook your head. He was coming for you now. As he barreled forward, you grabbed the chair you were leaning against and slammed it right into his face. The chair broke on impact and the large man fell. Turning just in time, you saw Arthur deal the last blow. You gave him a nod and he returned it. The man below you coughed as you squatted down to grab a fist full of greasy hair and pulled his gaze to you. “This is MY turf, you got me? Mine. I catch you here again tryna sell for your cousin fuckin’ kin I’ll kill you where you stand. This town is mine.” You slammed his face into the ground and stood. “I think I could go for a drink now, how 'bout you Mr. Callahan?”

“I-I don’t think so!” The man behind the bar exclaimed. “You just- you get outta here before I call the law.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You pulled out your billfold and laid a few bills down on the bar. “For the damages. I assume I don’t have to tell you where your loyalties lie?”

��N-no ma’am, I only buy from Miss Maggie, no one else, I swear!”

You nodded. “Good.” You pulled out another bill and slid it to the shaking man behind the bar. “Sorry to have interrupted your day, you got your job and I got mine.”

He said nothing as you rejoined Arthur. “C’mon, there’s another saloon here we can get a drink from.”

“I don’t think anyone’ll be servin’ ya lookin’ like that.” He said pointedly.

“Like what?” You looked down at your shirt, ruined by a huge blood stain from your busted lip. “Oh. You got a spare shirt I can borrow?”

He nodded, “sure.”

“Great, we can make a pit stop at the hotel across the way. I could go for a bath anyways.” You looked over him and smirked.  “You smell like you could use a bath too.”

He raised a brow at you “Oh really? You don’t think I smell purty?” he joked.

“I think,” you said with a flirtatious grin pulling at your lips, “I’d like to see if they have a tub for two.”

You didn’t look at him but you could hear him choke on his words. You had effectively flustered the man into a stuttering mess. Entering the hotel first, you greeted the man behind the counter. “Two baths and a room please.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll have the baths drawn immediately.” He placed a small key in your hand. “You’ll be in 2B.” You thanked the man and paid.

Unfortunately, they only had tubs big enough for one. While you scrubbed your body, you tried to remember his body through the muddled memory of your drunken night at the bar. You were quick to wash, ready for a drink. After you finished cleaning, you were out of the tub and hastily put on your clothes, the chill of the fall air causing goosebumps to rise over your skin.

When you entered your shared room, he was already there. You had caught him in the middle of changing; his chest was bare as he buttoned his trousers, his suspenders hanging lazily at his side. He was so much more handsome than you remembered, you could thank the moonshine for that. His back was to you, facing the mirror in the corner. You approached him from behind and looped your arms around him, brushing your fingers through his chest hair. You inhaled his scent deeply as you rested your head against his back.

He tensed as you took him in your arms; he wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy. This closeness rendered him useless: his mind was in a fog and his throat was so tight that even if he could form the words they would be shoved back down to his stomach. All he could do was stare into the mirror, stare at your hands clutching to his chest, the top of your head poking into vision from behind his broad shoulders.

You finally broke the silence. “Ya know, I don’t even know your name, Mr. Callahan.”

He cleared his throat in an attempt to push down the lump that so stubbornly clung to his words. “Arthur,” he half whispered.

“Arthur,” you repeated. And as quickly as you had wrapped yourself around him, you were gone. “My name is Y/N.”

He turned to face you and his cheeks flushed as he caught you unbuttoning your shirt. He quickly averted his eyes and you smirked. “Come now Arthur, it ain’t like you haven’t seen this before.”

He rubbed his neck sheepishly as he stared at his feet. “There weren’t much that I recall thanks to someone feedin’ me all that 'shine.”

You dropped the ruined shirt to the floor and stepped towards him. “Well, maybe I can jog your memory.”

Your husky tone caused a heat to pool in his stomach. He looked at you, your chest fully exposed to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close as your lips pressed the softest of kisses around his jawline. Your skin was so soft against his, your supple breasts pressed against his chest. Your lips made their way from his jaw up to his ear and it sent a shiver down his spine. “You got that spare shirt?” you whispered in his ear.

He exhaled. When did he stop breathing? “Sure.” His voice cracked on the end and he cleared his throat once more.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he bent over to retrieve the shirt from his bag. He pulled out two shirts- one blue with pinstripes button down and one dark crimson casual shirt. He threw you the blue one and slid the red one on while you watched his shoulder muscles as he pulled it over his body. It fit him quite snuggly; it would be hard to keep your eye off him looking as divine as he did.

The shirt was big enough for you to slip on without unbuttoning any of the buttons. When you unbuttoned your trousers and shifted them down a bit to tuck in your shirt, you saw the hungry look in his eye when he caught sight of your hip bones. He found himself feeling less and less thirsty for whiskey and more hungry for you.

You turned to face the mirror to give yourself a look over and saw him step behind you. His hands found your hips and his breath was hot on your ear. “I cain’t let you keep my shirt ya know.”

You smiled and turned to face him, his hands remaining planted on your hips as you pressed yourself against him. “Don’t worry,” you whispered, your lips so close they brushed his as you spoke. “I paid to keep this room for the night. You can take the shirt back later.”

His hands moved to the buttons of the shirt as he exhaled a shaky breath. “Why don’t I just take it back now?”

“Mmmm, tempting offer.” You placed  a soft kiss on his lips and you could feel the hunger as his lips pleaded against yours. Before he could deepen the kiss you pulled away. “But I need a drink.”

He sighed in defeat. “Fine, but I ain’t gettin’ so drunk I’ll forget half the night.” His fingers brushed your hair away from your ear. “I want to remember it all.”

His words had a way of making you feel like you were walking on clouds. That soft smirk gripped you and pulled you in, he was addicting in every sense of the word; from his scent to his voice he overpowered your senses and left you needing more. He left a heat in your stomach stronger than moonshine, when he touched you that heat spread quicker than fire and kerosine.

Taking his hand you led him back out to the bustling streets of Valentine. Arthur stared at your hand wrapped around his, never had a woman been so bold, so direct with him before. He was used to the blushing type, the giggling and teasing type, but the way you pressed yourself against him, no taunting, no half hearted touches followed by a joke, you were confident and serious with every touch, every comment made in that sultry tone that felt like silk as the words wrapped around him. You were different and new and it excited him but left him in a static fog of what to say and do.

As you passed through the threshold of the hotel you made a clicking noise and the horse with the ram skull mask trotted right up to you. He breathed a short laugh as you took the reins in your spare hand. “A force to be reckoned with indeed.”

You smirked, “are you surprised?”

He shook his head, “not at all.”

He examined the horse walking beside you, a little bigger than his Arabian but not by much- this horse was built for speed. It’s coloring was unique, something he had never seen. The horse had two big blotches of white, one on each side. Brown bordered the horse itself, running up the spine, running down the legs and neck, giving the illusion of a window pane. As for the horse’s face, the only detail he could make out behind the mask were a pair of phantom blue eyes. He now understood the fear that was struck in the hearts of those who had seen him, this horse looked intimidating to say the least. 

When you arrived at the smaller saloon, you tethered the horse to the hitching post and gave him a pat on the neck. “His name is Baphomet.” you said, not turning your attention from the horse.

“Strange name.” Arthur remarked, and immediately regretted his words. “I mean, it ain’t strange it just- I ain’t never heard that before.”

His stammering brought your attention to him and his weak smile was contagious as your lips curled up to match his. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “That’s the usual response. I saw the name in some book I found, I think it’s the name of some sort of god? I just liked the sound of it.” You shrugged. Your reassurance relaxed him. “He’s pretty friendly, you can pet him if you’d like.”

You took a step back to allow him to take your place. He moved slowly and cautiously, cooing to the horse in a soft tone. He put out his hand to allow Baphomet to smell him, after an accepting whinny he stroked the horse’s muscular neck. “Good boy,” he cooed. “I ain’t never seen a horse like this, what is he?”

“Criollo, I believe is what the man said. I bought him a few years ago back east, I ain’t much of an equine expert but I know he’s strong and there ain’t a revenue man or law maker that’ll catch him this side of the Lannahechee River.”

He gave the horse a final pat and turned back to you. “And the mask?”

You followed him up the stairs of the wooden porch to the entrance of the saloon. “It ain’t some skull I picked up off the side a the road that’s for sure. I picked it up in the Appalachias, an old friend a mine had a talent for makin’ things. See, these revenue men are smarter and more dangerous than your standard sheriff. They’re government men, and according to them people like me, well we ain’t worth more than the shit in the sheep pen out there. They’ll shoot your horse out from under ya before they’ll shoot you, I lost two great horses that way. So now I’ve got a little extra protection.” You took a seat in the corner table of the small saloon, you were the only patrons here today. “It won’t last forever, hell it’ll probably crack if it gets hit, but at least it’s the ram skull that cracks instead of my horse’s.”

Arthur nodded, impressed. “I ain’t never thought of that,” he smiled. “Horse armor, who’d a thought?”

The man running the bar approached hastily, happy to serve the new customers. “Afternoon you two, what can I get for ya?”

“Whiskey.” Arthur said.

You knocked on the table twice, “Fike’s Brew.”

The man gave a knowing nod and shuffled behind the counter. Arthur looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “What the hell is Fike’s Brew?”

You smirked, “the only thing I drink.” You paused as the man set down your shot glasses in front of you. “We got claim on all the saloons in the Heartlands. If you know how to order right,” you lifted the glass so that Arthur could clearly see the moonshine in the glass. He clinked his glass to yours and you knocked back your shot in time with him. He lifted a finger to the man behind the bar, signaling another round.

“Is that why you were brawlin’ with them Braithewaite boys?” He asked.

You nodded. “My employer has been-“ another pause as you searched for the right words. “Off the map for a few years and just popped back up. Most of the competition seemed to back away, she was notorious for bein’ ruthless, keepin’ her territories in line. They say she had all of New Hanover and about half of Lemoyne under her thumb before-before she disappeared. But them damn Braithwaites don’t seem to know when to quit. I gotta go out and drive em outta our turf it seems like just bout every week.” You nodded a thanks to the bartender and he placed your shot glass in front of you. You picked up the shot but continued. “Not to mention that crazy ol’ hag has it in her head we stole a bunch a her ‘prized horses.’ I don’t know where she gets the notion, we don’t care bout her damn horses.” You rolled your eyes and lifted the shot glass to your lips.

“Oh,” Arthur scratched his chin. “Guess I’m to blame for that one.”

You damn near choked on your drink as it went down. “That was you?” You laughed. “Maggie‘ll get a kick outta that one. That night you showed up at the bar she was certain you was a Braithewaite spy.”

“No wonder,” he said. “I tried goin’ back bout a week later, but I couldn’t get in.”

“Arthur,” you cooed. “You weren’t comin’ back to see lil ol me were ya?”

He stuttered and his cheeks turned pink, this time you caught the flush before he could tilt his chin down to hide it behind the brim of his hat. “No I- I just,” he sighed. “Maybe I was.” He grumbled.

Without hesitation you reached forward and took his hand. You were unafraid of contact, brash with your motions and it never failed to send him reeling. In this moment the way you looked at him was so soft, he swore he felt his heart melt. Couldn’t you see you were leaving him a puddle of a man?

“No reason to be embarrassed,” you gave him a sheepish smile and for the first time, he caught the rosy tint that seemed to blossom across your face. “I was hopin’ I’d see you again.” Your gaze moved out the window beside you. “In this business, it’s so hard to trust strangers. Cain’t tell ya how many times I been betrayed by people I considered close friends.” When you turned your attention back to him you smirked, “come on Mr. Callahan, catch up.”

He rolled his eyes and took his shot, you watched him and when his empty glass hit the wooden table you waved to the bartender for another round.

The whiskey burned his throat as it went down and he coughed. “It’s Morgan by the way.”

“Hmm?”

“My last name, it’s Morgan.” He looked up at you, attempting to read your reaction. “I didn’t meant to lie to ya it’s just-“

You shrugged, “Gotta play it safe, I understand.”

Arthur sighed in relief, he couldn’t help but think back to how insulted Eliza was when he revealed he had given her a fake name when they had met. You were so different from any of the women of his past. Independent, ruthless, free from the social restraints that were imposed on most women. When the bartender placed two more shots in front of you, you took yours. You didn’t wait on him because you didn’t need him. He never realized how big of a relief it is to not be relied on. His eyes never left you as he knocked back the shot.

You were facing out the window, watching the evening sun creep further and further west. “What do you say about one more round, then we head back?”

When his eyes met yours he could see the spark behind them. His throat closed back again, his own damn body working against him. “Sure,” his voice cracked. He beckoned the man behind the bar. “One more round, sir then we’ll be out of yer hair.”

The man nodded and went to work. Within a couple minutes he had the shots filled and in front of you. Arthur pulled out his billfold and the man gave him a dismissive wave. “Oh no, it’s on the house.” Arthur looked at the man confused. “The missus has helped me out plenty the last few weeks, chasin’ off them damn hooligans tryna push their product on me.” He scoffed and turned to you. “Tell the Madam we here at Keane’s were very glad to hear of her return. Ain’t never had better quality than hers.”

With the tip of your hat and a gracious smile you thanked the man before he returned to his post behind the bar. Arthur looked at you in surprise and you shrugged as you stood. You extended your hand to him and he took it eagerly.

Much to his delight, you never let go. Together the two of you walked down Main Street, a little wobbly maybe, but together hand in hand. You weren’t leading him, this time you walked beside him and swung your hand with his. Your smile was big now, good and tipsy. When the two of you reached the hotel steps, his stomach began to twist and turn in knots.

You didn’t seem to notice the way his hand grew clammy in yours, or maybe you did and preferred not to say. He could feel the heat of the whiskey kissing the back of his neck and ears, flushing his skin and leaving it warm to the touch. His boots felt ten times heavier as they climbed the stairs of the hotel. You didn’t look at him as you opened the door to the room and entered. You removed your hat and gun belt before turning to him. Your eyes were uncharacteristically soft as you closed the gap between you.

Flashes of heavy hands and clumsy grabs crossed his mind, but your hands were gentle as you plucked his hat from his head and set it on the bedside table. The tenderness of your touch caused him to shiver as you cradled his face in your hands. Your lips found his slowly and the raging fire behind them was quelled. Everything about your touch was so painstakingly careful. The way your hands looped around his neck, the way your lips pushed against his- not in the demanding way they had before. This time was different. The heat he felt in your presence wasn’t a fierce blaze as before, right now it felt more radiant and patient like the sun. The warmth enveloped him, welcomed him. It’s rays softly warmed his skin, like a child on a summer afternoon he relished in your warmth and wished to never leave. Your hands were moving now, still ever careful as they slowly moved down his chest and wrapped around him. He held back the groan that settled in his throat, fearing your warmth would leave him at the slightest mistake.

You could feel the tension melt from his body as your arms wrapped around him. His weight shifted as he took one step towards the bed, without breaking the kiss you followed his lead until you felt the thud of the bed frame against your boot. His lips curled upwards into a smile against yours and you giggled at the sensation. You weren’t nearly as careful with his bandolier as you were with him, nearly throwing it aside the second it passed over his head. Your hands revealed your desperation as you tugged at his shirt impatiently. The sensation of his skin against yours was intoxicating. All you could think about since your last encounter with him was the way his big arms would feel around you, the way his gruff voice turned soft between moans. When his shirt dropped to the floor you couldn’t help staring, you gulped as your eyes trailed down his big chest. Even in your most private fantasies he hadn’t seemed quite as lovely as he was standing before you.

His hands moved up your sides to pull at the shirt he had loaned you, but your own hands stopped his and grabbed his arms. His confusion was evident as you led him to sit on the bed but his curiosity kept him in place, eyes focused totally on you. The lust that glimmered in his eyes ignited a throbbing at your core as your fingers unbuttoned the oversized shirt.

Truth be told, he couldn’t take his eyes off you if he tried. Your dainty fingers hypnotized him as they pulled each button open, it was painstakingly slow but your gaze held him and weighed him down against the bed. The slow rhythmic movement of your body hypnotized him as you undressed yourself before him. The only sound in the room was the soft rustling of clothes as they hit the floor but the pounding of his heart in his ears was almost deafening.

“Arthur,” you cooed for him, pulling his gaze up your fully exposed body. The tightening of his jeans was unmissable but as he met your lust filled eyes he felt no shame over his own body.

His hands moved now, eager to feel your skin against his but as he moved towards you your strong hands caught him and pushed him back down.

As if in a trance his eyes stayed on yours as you pushed him back down, leaving no resistance. Your hands moved ever so softly up his shoulders to his cheeks, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your kiss was tender and sweet, almost a tease as your lips barely pressed against his. “Do you trust me?” You whispered.

A shiver ran down his back as your question brushed against his lips. “Yes,” his voice quivered.

He was rewarded with another small teasing kiss for his submission. “Undress yourself.” You said as you turned away from him.

He looked to you with mild confusion as you tiptoed across the wooden floors, although he did not argue. His gaze never left your rear end as he wiggled out of his pants and union suit. His brows furrowed together in confusion when you returned to him, your own lasso in hand. His mouth opened to form a question, but you didn’t let it escape. “Lay down for me.”

Your voice was smoother than any silk he had come to know and his body moved before he could react. “Give me your wrists, love.”

“I-“ he sputtered. Your command was strange, but the way your lips curled as you called him love made his chest tight. 

“You ain’t gonna leave me high and dry now, are ya?” He joked nervously. This was all such new territory for him, he couldn't imagine much else other than the worst case scenario happening but the soft look in your eye and the sweet soothing tone in your voice told him everything would be okay.

A crooked smile tugged at the edge of your lips, one you felt mirrored his own. “I would never.” Your lips brushed against his wrists, leaving the smallest of kisses before taking them gently in your own. He watched your hands as you bound his wrists to the headboard, they moved with such expertise he was certain this wasn’t your first time tying a man to a bed. Again his paranoia prodded him from the back of his mind- he prayed his hunger for affection hadn’t made him a fool once again.

“Look at you,” your voice was barely above a whisper as your fingers glided down his arms across his chest. The sensation of your touch left goosebumps crawling across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. “So handsome.” Another kiss, this time on his forehead as you brought your body down onto his. His hips rolled up into yours as your weight settled against him. You smirked, his erection rubbing against you. “Eager now, aren’t we?” You whispered in his ear.

His only response was a grunt and a tug at the ropes that bound him. It was downright agonizing not having the use of his hands, your skin was so soft and smooth against him he couldn’t get enough.

“Ah ah ah,” your voice chimed as he struggled against his restraints. Your hand caught his chest and pushed him down against the bed hard. “Keep actin’ up and you won’t get your reward. Now be a good boy and do as I say.”

He gulped as he met your gaze. The small hand pressed against his chest held more strength than he had anticipated and the way your eyes changed from soft and adoring to hard and commanding had him hooked, never had he been taken over like this before and goddamn was it hot.

You held his gaze until the tension left his body and his head tilted back in submission.

“Good,” you cooed as you lifted your hand from his chest to stroke his cheek. “Such a good boy. You gonna take care of me tonight?”

“Yes ma’am.” He murmured leaning into your touch.

“That’s what I like to hear, I think you’ll earn your pleasure just fine.” Your lips pressed the softest of kisses behind his ear. “So handsome,” you repeated.

He couldn’t argue as your lips left feather soft pecks along his jawline fearing one wrong move or sound would cause your weight to disappear from him.

Your hips ground down against him and before he could stop himself he responded with a buck. Your eyes shot up to meet his and he let out a staggered breath as he allowed his body to relax. Much to his relief your lips continued to move down his body, he gritted his teeth as your lips grazed his stomach.

With a wolfish grin you positioned yourself between his legs, “my my, already hard for me, pet?”

He nodded in response and you rewarded him by wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping slowly. His jaw slacked, encouraging you further. Your lips took him slowly, pulling a deep groan from his chest. Looping your arms around his thighs, you kept them firmly pinned down as you bobbed your head. Your movement was slow and simple at first, but with each bob your pace quickened. His breath was hitched as your tongue ran along the underside of his cock and around the tip, he couldn’t contain the curses that flowed from his mouth. When you looked up to meet his gaze, the pleasure in his face mixed with the whimpers and groans escaping his lips caused your core to throb. When his legs began to shake against your arms, your grip tightened and pinned him back down to the bed.

His head was spinning as you pleasured him with your mouth. Not only was the sight of your lips around his cock tantalizing but the way your arm muscles tightened and held him with your strength made him see stars. He couldn’t help pulling at his restraints now, but you didn’t seem to mind. His hands clenched and unclenched in the air, pleading to be tangled in your soft hair.

Suddenly your mouth left him with a pop and he looked to you, afraid he had done something wrong. You only returned his gaze with a lazy smile and began pumping him with your hand again. The slick of your saliva only added to the euphoric sensation.

“Tell me what you want,” you said as your thumb swirled along the tip of his cock.

His head tilted back and he groaned in response.

You repeated, “Arthur, tell me what you want.” Your voice was more commanding this time.

“Y-you. I want you.” He stuttered, he was certain you would drive him mad with this teasing.

“You want me?” You giggled, returning to a more playful tone. You moved back up his body, mounting him as you whispered in his ear. “You want to fuck me, big boy?”

He gulped and nodded feverishly, fearing your words alone would break him.

Your hips rocked against his and he could feel your slick rubbing against his cock. This teasing was maddening yet he couldn’t get enough.

“I want to hear you say it.” Your teeth caught his earlobe and you felt his shudder under you. “Beg for it.”

“I want- I need to be inside you. Please,” he cut himself off with a groan as you rocked against him again. “Jesus woman, you’re killin’ me. Please god, please let me have you.”

You hummed in content and rose your torso from his. Your eyes remained locked with his as you slowly pushed yourself down onto his cock. He hissed as you enveloped him, he looked heavenly as his face contorted in pleasure. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as you took in him fully. You remembered him being well endowed but damn. Your own selfish desire for pleasure overcame your teasing nature, you couldn’t bare a slow beginning- your hunger needed to be sated. You rolled your hips against his, pulling moans from both of you. The friction against your center had you digging your nails into his chest with each thrust. His arms were tugging hard against the restraints now, consequences to the wind he ached to touch you. The urge to take control frustrates him, causing his hips to buck against yours defiantly. Again, you pushed against his chest and slowed your movements until he huffed and forced himself still.

You could see the building frustration in his eyes and caressed his cheek. “My handsome Arthur,” your hips began to pick back up the pace and your words broke between airy gasps. “You feel so good, so so good.”

Your words had a dual effect on him, hearing you call him yours made his heart swell but it also caused a spike in his pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasped.

You could feel your own climax building, you took his chin to pull his attention to you as your spare hand moved down your stomach and began swirling in circles on your clit. Your moans grew louder and the sight was enough to send him spiraling.

You couldn’t contain the mews and groans that escaped you as the waves of pleasure flowed over and your orgasm had you shaking like a leaf. Arthur cussed as your walls clenched around him, “sweetheart I-“

In a flash you lifted yourself from him and took his cock back into his mouth. The sudden switch caused him to pull up against his restraints and then fall back down. All it took was a few bobs of the head with some strokes of the tongue and he was spilling into your mouth, stuttering on moans and lost words all the way down. His own orgasm left him light headed and breathless, his brain was spinning as he tried to reclaim his breath.

You placed the most gentle of kisses on his forehead as you untethered the rope that bound him. Before releasing his wrists you took them in your hands and pressed soft kisses to them. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad,” you muttered as you released him from your grip.

“No that was...” he trailed off, searching for the words to describe what he felt.

“Amazing?” You said as you laid down beside him and opened your arms for him.

He slid into your embrace and for the first time in a long time felt peace as you wrapped your arms around him. “Better than amazing.”

You giggled as you buried your face in his hair, the post sex exhaustion already kicking in. “My beautiful, handsome man,” you sighed. “No one out there like you.”

His chest seized at your words, though he tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made his heart stop. “I dunno about that,” he said with a chuckle.

Your grip around him tightened, “well I do,” your fingers began to trace lazy patterns across his side and you yawned. “Hush now love, I would never lie to you.”

To his own surprise, he believed you. For the first time in years sleep came easy to him, he slept soundly in your arms.