#i'll usually let innuendo slide

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That Pic in the last ask caught me off guard that I'm trying not to giggle at work^^

Anyways, love your art, and hope ya have a awesome day!

Well, if I brightened your day in some way, then I've achieved my general goals~ So, I'm glad you liked it, and thank you for the well wishes~

May: But if you're a lesbian, why did you even keep Kliff around?

Tati: Mostly to keep the bisexuals in the harem happy.

Tati: But, he did look good on a short leash~

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 12

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 12 🔞

Word Count: 4734

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Guys! This one is NSFW from top to bottom, k? 😅 I hope you enjoy it as much as I have writting it. 🥰 (my phone app is being an idiot and doesn't let me add the spotify song as usual, and on the laptop this is how it looks like... I'll edit later, I really just want to release the chapter!)

Masterlist |Chapter 11| | |Chapter 13🔞|

You didn���t wait long for Law. It took him just enough time for you to freshen up a bit in the bathroom, give yourself a pep talk in the mirror, and hydrate. The day had been intense, and you were a nervous mess by now. The realisation that what you feel for Law is so much more than you initially thought, hits you hard, and now you’re suffering the backlash of it: trembling legs, a frenzied heart and untamed anticipation. 

Your breath shakes as it leaves your parted lips, tingling hot against them as you face the vanity, slowly removing your jewellery. The dim light from the moon and the small bedside table lamp is the only source of brightness in the room, lending it a cosy and warm ambiance.

The door clicks softly, and your fingers tremble on your ear as you remove your earring. Law comes in, his eyes already fixed on your back, and he smirks as you watch him through the mirror. Another click on the door alerts you to the fact that he locked it, and then he drops his coat on the armchair before sitting at the edge of the bed, observing you. His legs are slightly open as he loosens his constricting tie. 

You let out another shaky breath, your eyes never leaving his, as you remove the other earring and then your necklace. You’re still dressed, heels and all, but Law doesn’t seem to be in any rush. So you twist your arm to reach the zipper on your back, showing him how you could’ve done it alone earlier by unzipping it –that earns you another smug smirk– and you let your dress slither away from your shoulders and past your hips as it pools down at your feet. 

The satisfaction you get from Law’s eyes following the fabric as it slides down your body and darkens with hunger, only makes your breath quicken. Your lingerie isn’t meant to seduce, it’s meant to be practical, but it’s lacy and revealing and Law’s ravishing you with his eyes. 

He still doesn’t make a move.

So you do.

Inhaling deeply, you turn to face him, a slight blush creeping over your cheeks as you gather confidence from deep within, grasping at how Law makes you feel and how he never judged you.

His smirk widens, and he sits more comfortably, pulling himself a little higher on the bed, and you start to strut. For all the control he’s showing, he can’t keep his eyes still as they roam from your face to your chest, to your swaying hips, to your legs and your feet. He’s mesmerised. 

His face rises to meet your eyes when you reach him, and you feel your cheeks burn again as you chew your bottom lip, a surge of intense desire almost making you lose your footing. Your heartbeat is deafening and keeps increasing as you set a hand on his chest and straddle him, one leg on each side, your knees making the mattress dip around him. Law’s hands still rest on the bed, though he can’t disguise the slight shortness of his breath or the unbridled hunger in his eyes. 

Leaning forward, your lips hover just above his, tingling as they’re met with his hot breath, and you smirk. Running your fingers through the hair at his nape, you grind your hips, feeling how much he already wants you, and it takes an extreme amount of effort not to start moaning and pleading. But you’re a woman on a mission. 

“I think tonight I’ll make you beg for what you want, Law. What do you say?” Your voice comes out in slow, shaky breaths, tingling his skin where you hover. You lick his neck, feeling his pulse flutter, and it’s you who almost breaks again. He’s divine. 

“I don’t beg, sweetheart. Ever.” How can he still be so cool and collected? The only thing that gives him away is the slight raspiness in his voice as he answers you. So you decide to push a little more.

Turning your hips in small, steady circles, you grind against him, sensing his breath hitching every time you touch. You can almost see the invisible thread of his patience wearing thinner and thinner by the second. You know how much he loves being the one in control, and you need to enjoy this reprieve he’s letting you have before he snaps.

And heavens, how you want him to snap. 

Your nails dig into his scalp as you press your clit against him unintentionally, letting out a moan-like gasp near his ear. He tenses, and you keep pushing him further, breathing on his neck, sucking and nibbling slowly. “Are you sure, Law? Are you sure you don’t–”

He doesn’t even let you finish. His hands come alive as he grasps your hips and flips you, pinning you against the mattress, looming over you with that unhinged smirk and darkened eyes. You let out a surprised gasp as a rush of energy jolts through your veins. You’ve pushed far enough. 

“I don’t beg.” He removes his belt with a swift movement, and the sound of the leather whipping sends another jolt through you, making you shudder. Then with deft, confident moves, Law wraps the belt around your wrists and holds your arms above your head. The leather feels cool against your skin, tight but comfortable. You wriggle a bit, testing it, and it doesn’t even budge. “I take what I want.”

“Law…” Your tone is already pleading, you need him to touch you.

“See, sweetheart, you’re already getting it.” His smirk is insufferable and that only makes you want him more. “This has been a long time coming.” He murmurs, his fingers trailing your breasts through the bra, then descending to your stomach. So light and soft that the touch is barely there. It only ignites the flames higher and higher and they all burn in your core. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but he just smirks again, his tattooed fingers undoing his tie completely as he removes it and slips the fabric over your eyes. You inhale sharply, desire tingling and awakening all your senses, his presence suddenly overpowering everything else in the room. 

“You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m going to claim you in every way possible, until the only word spilling out of your mouth is my name.” His whisper against your ear seems heightened by the lack of sight, making you tremble slightly. “Got it?” Law punctuates his question with the tightening of the knot on the tie, and you gasp again, nodding.

Then his lips caress your ear, travelling to your jawline and down your neck. His goatee scratches against your skin as his tongue comes out to soothe the invisible rash. “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. What will you be saying?”

“Your name.” You let out a weak pant as his lips land on the dip of your throat and his thumb grazes your nipple. Without sight, you’re completely lost as to where he’ll touch you next. It intensifies his teasing a thousandfold, and you’re already burning up.

“Yes…?” He asks calmly, his fingers tracing every inch of your body in a torture-like caress,  barely touching but close enough to ignite. Your hips shift restlessly beneath him, searching for some sort of friction or contact - anything that can help ease the burn inside of you. 

“Law!” A desperate plea leaves your lips, and you don’t quite know how long you can take his teasing. He’s revelling in your neediness, you’re sure of it. Though you can’t see, you can practically feel his smug grin as his fingers descend softly, brushing your hips and settling on your bare thighs. You instinctively open your legs, praying he gives you what you want, but his touch only lingers on your inner thigh. So close and yet, so far away. 

A soft whimper leaves your lips just as his fingertips touch your panties, and then he pulls away. 

“There it is, sweetheart.” His voice is as smooth as silk, and it vibrates against your sternum as he nibbles and kisses your skin. “You make the prettiest sounds when you’re desperate.” He glides down, his tongue tracing patterns against your stomach and treading very close to the waistband of your underwear. “Do you want more?” He hums low.

“Yes.” Your voice barely counts as a whisper. It’s a sliver that catches and scrapes against your throat as you twitch your hands, feeling the leather crack and groan, as desperate as you are. 

He pulls away, leaving only coldness behind. “I can’t hear you.”

You swallow hard past the lump in your throat, your back arching, yearning for his touch again. “Yes, Law.” Your voice seems stronger, though it trembles with a burning need that stems from the heat pooling between your thighs. “Please, Law, please.” Your whole body aches for him, it’s unbearable. 

His slow chuckle brings forth another whimper from your lips. “That’s my good girl.” Finally his hand touches you with more purpose, no longer a feather-like touch, but a full-on grope of your flesh and you sigh, the anticipation of release just within reach. He grasps your hips and your thighs, and his fingers dip below the hem of your panties as your breath hitches.

Then he stops. 

Your groan meets his chuckle. “How badly do you want this, sweetheart?”

“Please, Law! So badly. I need you to touch me, please!” He barely lets you finish your pleas - and you would’ve pleaded forever - before he slips his fingers inside your panties and finally touches you.

The gasp you let out is almost a cry as you arch your body, head falling back in abandon as the need in you begins to be fulfilled. He’s built the tension so high with all the teasing that every circling motion, every thrust of his fingers feels like molten lava on your body. You’re hit by wave after relentless wave of pleasure, giving way to wanton moans and whimpers. 

“Feels good, sweetheart? You’re so wet for me already, look at you, so needy and desperate.” Law’s whispering against your ear, and by heavens, does this man know how to multitask. His tongue works around your neck, his hand cups your breast and teases your nipple with sharp pinches and soft caresses, and his fingers… They may spell death, but they’re the very thing giving you life in this moment. 

“Law!”

He has you, all of you. You’re bound, blindfolded, and he’s working out every inch of pleasure within you. You’re completely at Trafalgar Law’s mercy. You wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Your breath quickens in uneven pants, and the coil of pleasure in your abdomen begins unravelling, spreading tendrils of fire to every nerve ending in your body, awakening them with jolts of unbridled pleasure as Law increases the pressure on your clit with his thumb and curls his fingers inside you. 

The unholy squelches that fill the room make your cheeks flare up as your hips grind against his hand, searching for that final push. “Law, oh, Law.”

“Come for me, sweetheart, you’ve earned it. You’re being such a good girl.” Then he presses harder and crashes his lips against yours, his tongue pulling every moan from you, claiming it as his own as your release hits you like a thunderstorm. Your body trembles violently beneath him, and Law’s fingers are relentless against you, helping you chase the pleasure, prolonging it as your soul shatters in his hands. 

It’s intense, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. 

Law’s lips part from yours as you take long gulps of air, trying to ground yourself back in reality. His hand rests against your stomach as you still shake and tremble from the aftershocks of your release. You can practically feel his smug grin as he kisses your collarbone. “I told you I take what I want, didn’t I?”

You chuckle softly and inhale deeply as his hands steadily remove the tie from your eyes and then the belt holding your wrists. He massages them gently, though they don’t hurt at all, and you blink slowly to adjust to the dim light of the room. 

“Hi.” You whisper with a wide grin.

“Are you alright?” Law asks, concerned, and you nod. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near done.” His unhinged smirk is back. “I told you you’d come on my fingers, on my tongue, and on my cock.” His words send another jolt through you, reminding you of the pleasure you just felt, the heat still coursing through your veins. “One down, two to go.”

You know he means it, too. 

How he manages to keep himself controlled when you're a mess of numb limbs and unintelligible sentences, it’s beyond you. There mustn’t exist a thing in this world that makes Law’s control crumble in the bedroom. He’s untouchable. 

“I want you, Law.” You whisper, your fingers trailing down his abs and sitting at the waistline of his pants. “Why in the world are you still dressed?” How unfair is that?

Sitting up, you bite your lower lip, gaze burning into his as your hands reach to unbutton his shirt. He lets you, helping ease it off after the buttons are undone. Gosh, you love his tattoos. You kneel as your tongue begins tracing them, deft fingers already finding the button of Law’s pants, grazing against his hard cock as he lets out a low, controlled grunt. 

He helps you pull off his pants, grabs a condom from the bedside drawer, and gets rid of his socks, while he’s at it. You suck in a gasp, biting your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of the bulge in his briefs.

But he doesn’t need to hear you moan to know how much you desire him. He towers over you, leaning in and pressing you back down with that simple, commanding act. “You want me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Law.” You nod. He smirks and with a swift movement, rids you of your bra and panties. “I need you inside me. Now.” You urge him as the familiar throb of need pulses between your thighs. 

“Aren’t you a needy, desperate girl?” You lay back down as he finally removes his briefs, and by all the gods - old and new - this man is devastatingly perfect. All lean, defined muscles, tanned skin and those amber eyes darkened with desire, devouring you just as you devour him. 

A whimper escapes your lips as you reach forward, ready to touch him, but he stops you, hands at your wrists as he leans forward and takes your lips in his in a shattering kiss, settling his body between your legs, which you part willingly.

His tip bumps into your sensitive clit as he grinds down, and you let out a soft mewl against his swirling tongue. He draws back a little and you gasp for breath and roll your hips against him, seeking more friction, more heat, just more! 

“How does this feel, sweetheart?” He whispers against your ear as his tongue traces a sinful pattern down your neck. He grinds himself against your clit one more time and you moan loudly, your slick allowing him to glide effortlessly against your pussy, throwing more kindling on the fire and stoking the flame with ease. 

“Good. Perfect.” You babble between pants. 

“Describe it to me.”

“Law!” You whine, rolling your hips again in a feeble attempt to get him to enter you. 

“How does it feel?” His tone is clipped, though it frays at the end, hinting at a need he’s not fully showing you.

With a deep breath, you will your brain to leave the puddle of mush it has become and assemble some kind of rational thought as you focus on the sensations. “Your tongue feels hot against my skin, it prickles and–... hmm… sends shivers down my spine.”

“More.” You hear a slight crack in his voice and it’s another piece of kindling for your flame. Law’s hands slide up your wrists as his fingers entwine with yours and you gasp at the intimacy of it all.

“God, Law. You… nhgh… your cock feels so good pressed against my clit and–...” Your cheeks flare up and you close your eyes tightly as pleasure rolls through your body. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” There. It’s a tiny crack in his usual cool timbre, but it’s there. And you’re the cause. This realisation brings a different kind of warmth and you smile through your next moan while you open your eyes and get lost in his. “And now?”

He laces one hand behind your knee, lifting your leg up, aligning his tip with your hole and slowly, torturously slowly, pushes himself inside of you.

A ragged cry leaves your lips and you arch your back to meet him, but he doesn’t push any faster. “Describe.” He nearly growls, and the warmth in you spreads.

“Hmm… Law, you feel perfect. It’s…” It’s a struggle, it’s what it is. Because your brain is only screaming: More, more, more. And he wants you to describe it? “It burns! It scorches my insides, my skin, my whole being. You’re filling me up so perfectly and I–... ngh… I need all of you! And I need you fast, and hard, and–... Law!”

He barely makes it to the end of your sentence before he slams into you, bottoming out and pulling another wrenching cry from your lips as waves of pleasure ripple through you, bringing you to the brink of release almost instantly. He curses, pauses, and, as you open your eyes, you see it as clear as day: Law is losing control. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. You take me so well.” A grunt escapes his lips as he shuts his eyes and his hands wander up and down your thighs. “You’re perfect for me.” His words stir a whole new range of emotions inside of you. Digging your nails into his forearm, you roll your hips at him.

“Please…”

Pulling back until he’s almost out of you, he takes barely a second to breathe before slamming onto you again. You press your nails deeper because you can feel your release overwhelming you already. The wave is cresting, ready to take everything in its path with bright, hot pleasure.

“What are you going to scream now?” He’s almost breathless as he pulls in and out of you, his hand lifting your leg, angling himself in the perfect position to brush your G-spot and hit your cervix, and it only takes him another thrust to push you to the edge again.

“Law!” You cry out his name, as he requested earlier, and he’s all you can think about anyway. He consumes your very existence to the point where you have no idea how you’ve survived up until now without him breathing life into you. The pleasure overwhelms you with intense waves that leave you a shuddering mess. 

“Just like that, sweetheart. Scream my name.” He leans forward as you gasp and dig your nails into his back, pulling him closer. The grunt he releases near your ear makes you whine in need as he slows down his thrusts. His fingers are buried in your hair, and his face is hidden in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Law?” You mewl as another lazy thrust starts to build the ember inside you back to a roaring flame. He hums against your shoulder and you place your hands on his face, urging him to look at you. It’s not there anymore. The clipped and cool control he holds at all times, it’s gone, and it seems like he’s trying to get it back, trying to find his ground, the familiar instead of the new. “Law, tell me what’s wrong.” 

He kisses you deeply with another roll of his hips and another lazy thrust, and you clench around him as his pelvis strokes your oversensitive nub. “You…” He begins with another grunt. “You make me lose it.” His voice is thick with need, coarse and raw, he’s barely holding on to his poised demeanour and you can feel the way his pulse beats erratically against your fingertips. 

Law pulls back until he’s almost out of you, his eyes locking onto yours, dark and filled with heat capable of igniting the strongest of flames. “You have no idea what you do to me.” With another frustrated grunt, he pushes into you, slower than before, but deep, so deep that it feels like he’s touching your soul. 

Your breath falters and hitches as your nails bite into his shoulders. “Then tell me.” Circling your legs around his waist, you pull him impossibly closer to you, and his hands find purchase against your hips, digits digging and pulling, afraid you’ll let go.

“You drive me fucking insane.” He nearly growls as he pulls out again, his whole body rolling over yours with his next thrust, and it almost shatters you. Heat courses through your veins with such intensity that you feel you’re about to burn from the inside out. “I can’t focus on anything else but you. Ever since you set foot into my fucking office, all I wanted was you.” He emphasises his words with another languorous thrust, pulling a gasp from your lips.

God, you’re at the brink again. His slow movements, his words, it’s all too damn perfect. “You have no idea how hard it has been to not devour you, to have to hold back because I couldn’t stop if I touched you more.” His next thrust hits deeper, harder, and he bites into the curve of your neck, clearly not holding back anymore, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it.

Your body tenses and your muscles tighten around him as another wave of pleasure crashes through you, so intense that it leaves you breathless and gasping for air. Law’s name falls from your lips between wanton moans of pleasure.

“You’re perfect, so, so perfect. I… I can’t hold back anymore.” He grunts into your neck, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as you still shudder from the aftershocks.

“Then don’t hold back, Law…” You plead between a sob of utter satisfaction and a whisper. “I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, sweatheart, yes. Yes, you are.” With heavy pants, he barely lets you come down from your high before disentangling your bodies and turning you on the mattress. Your face plummets against the pillow as he grabs your hips and pulls your ass into the air, lining himself up again, immediately. “I want to hear you scream my name again, just one more time. One more, okay?”

His hand circles your back with a soothing motion before he continues, his question bears more than one inquiry: Are you okay? Can we go on? Can you take it?

And you can go on. You can and want to take it. You want to feel him completely lose himself inside of you, you want to hear him chant your name. He’s vulnerable in a way that doesn’t stem from rawness or pain. It’s just affection and desire, and you’re already addicted.

Turning your head to the side, you nod frantically. “Yes, yes.” You don’t even think you can say anything else at this point. Law thrusts violently in and out, and you cry out, oversensitive and overwhelmed by the sensation. He’s not holding anything back, just like you asked. 

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Tight and wet. Just like I imagined all this time.” He grunts as he snakes a hand around your waist, pulling you up, your back flush against his chest as his fingers travel through your body and settle at your neck. His grip is tight but comfortable.

Heavens, the sensation multiplies tenfold as he reaches all your sweet spots and pounds incessantly into you. A symphony of primal grunts surrounds you both as he lets them out against your ear with every thrust. His other hand grips your hip for a moment and then circles you, pressing against your clit with a desperate move.

“Law, I’m–...” You moan out, sensing the pacing of his thrusts falter as he grips you tighter. Your pleasure is mounting up again - or maybe it never truly stopped - and you feel dizzy and blissed. “I’m…”

“I know, sweetheart, fuck. I know.” His own thrusts are erratic and sloppy as he grips your body tightly, holding on to you and to the moment with unstoppable want.

“I–...” Your bliss hits you without any kind of warning and is much more intense than before. Instead of waves, it’s almost like a continuum of pleasure that rips through you and leaves you suspended in ecstasy. Your cry stays lodged in your throat, and all you can do is shudder and ride through the sheer intensity of it all.

Law tenses, grunts, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, thrusting three more times before stilling completely against you as a torrent of curses leaves his lips, your name mingling between them. Another moan - a softer one, because you don’t have the strength for more - escapes your lips as your high subsides and only the rippling of the aftershocks remains. 

You’re a mess. You can barely move, breathe, or think. 

Law is still buried inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as your bodies tremble in tandem, breathless, both trying to come down from your highs. “Fuck, sweetheart. You wreck me.” His words elicit a soft chuckle from you as he kisses your nape and your damp hair.

“Well, you ruined me. That makes us even.” You manage to whisper, earning you a chuckle from him. Your eyes meet when you turn your face to him, and the warmth that filled your chest returns tenfold. 

With a deep breath, Law pulls out and disentangles himself from you, gently settling you down on the bed, clearing the hair away from your eyes, and kissing you softly. The tenderness of his kiss matches the one in his eyes when he pulls back. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone before…” He admits as your heart clenches.

Not even Monet? The question is at the tip of your tongue, but you don’t want to ruin the moment. And he said ‘anyone’, it’s implied. So you smile softly and run your fingers through his damp hair, pulling the strands away from his beautiful amber eyes. “Neither have I, Law.”

He inhales deeply and kisses you one more time before rising. You’re still breathing heavily when he returns from the bathroom with a full glass of water for you. 

A silly, blissful smile settles on your lips as you try your hardest to keep your eyes open. “Thank you.” You mumble as you sit up, wincing and predicting that you’ll be deliciously sore tomorrow, and take the glass in your hands as he sits by your side. His smile mirrors yours, which only makes you giggle more because it’s not the usual grin or the teasing smirk. It’s a genuine, loving smile. 

“Bath now, or shower in the morning?”

“Hmm…” Bath with Law sounds nice, but all the muscles in your body are clamouring for sleep. “In a bit, lie here with me for a while.” You set the glass on the bedside table, already plopping down to make yourself comfortable, and Law lies next to you, immediately pulling you against his chest.

“Are you all right?” He asks, and you grin against him. He’s always so considerate of you. 

“Perfect.” Your reply is very soft, but he hums and kisses your forehead with a deep sigh. 

“It really was.” He complements your words, and the warmth in your chest spreads some more into a steady beat of your heart. It’s love. There’s no denying what has been built over the months since you met him. Love. Pure and unbridled. 

Law rubs soft circles against your back and then threads his fingers through your hair, stilling his movements as his breaths even out. Can you say it to him?

“Law…?” He hums. “I really, really, really, really, like you.” Close enough. The amusement is there, even though he barely has the willpower to laugh. “I really, really, really, really, like you too, sweetheart.”

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|Chapter 13🔞|

[jackdelroysbump]

Mr. Midnight

Jack Delroy X Reader

No mention of (y/n) in here by the way! Warnings: NSFW, Drug Use, Alcohol, Voyeurism (ISH), Jack is feral, SMUTTY SMUTTY sex, and all kinds of things of that nature.

Summary:Leo hires you to be on the show, Jack can’t help himself around you. Words:+6100

Notes: Omg hi I've been working on this for a little bit but I'm happy to present this finally. I've been obsessed with this movie since it came out and had to write something about Jack. Hope y'all enjoy mwah (I also write for other horror films just send me an ask and I'll answer.).

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April 15th, 1977

You had been called in as a last attempt to help Jack's dwindling show by your close friend, Leo. He’d known you personally from working alongside you as a producer on other projects you were in. Laverne & Shirley and Charlie’s Angels were just a few shows you had done with Leo, but this would be your first live UBC production show with him.

“Jack’s been very fond of your work, he was upset I didn’t call you sooner. He might not even be thinking with his head in this.” He chuckled at his crude innuendo of Jack's thoughts about you before taking a drag off his cigarette. While he smokes his cigarette, you take your final look over the main script since there was no dress rehearsal. Putting your script down, he looks at his watch, it is close to time and he nods you to follow him.

Trailing behind Leo, you took in your new surroundings, you knew you had to be fully backstage now. Intertwined cords were laid along the floor, and other crew carried equipment around trying to reach their designated location. It had to be your first time working in an environment that was very unorganized and very fast-paced.

Having trouble keeping up, you began to think that wearing heels was a mistake, wobbling amongst the floor behind while stepping on cords. Another two minutes passed before Leo would stop, finally finding Jack.

"Jack we are on in fifteen, show our new one around and get her set up, please! No questions asked!" Jack was standing turned away from you both, looking back as soon as he heard Leo loudly declare. His gaze softens when he looks over from Leo to you standing behind him.

"Oh good, Leo listened to my pleas. Hey there!" He quickly excuses himself from the group of people he was talking with. Heading over to you both, you finally got a good look at Jack.

One of his hands had a glass of what you only guess at the time was some cola with ice. His hair was kept nice, neat tan dress suit with his striped tie in place. You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed standing before him as you had a simple denim jacket with a small button-up and a jean skirt on. Getting closer was when you realized how much taller he was than you.

"Good to meet you finally! Big fan." His free hand reaches out for a shake and you happily take it. His grip was tight, taking the breath out of you for a moment at his touch.

"Okay get to it Jack, now I have to get these goddamn papers to Gus since he forgot his lines and we roll in thirteen!" Leo rushes past, slightly knocking into you, separating you two. It wasn't normal for you to see him like this, you could only think it was just going downhill for him.

Jack couldn't help but let out a little laugh at Leo's haste to get the show on the road as if it were his usual.

“Well, I’ll show you to our seats.” He starts to guide you carefully around the tight spaces towards the exit to the stage. The sliding door opens and you can see out onto the main set and the seats where tonight's audience members would be sitting.

Knocking you out of a slight trance, he places his hand on your shoulder giving you a light push. Moving you towards where he had you assigned to sit.

"And that's where you will be sitting, we will come out that door and take a seat over here. After I talk to the crowd, you will come out a little after me then we will start our first talk on here." He continues on leading you back to the door. You both head back through the sliding door, waiting for it to close in silence.

When it closed, you both were slightly too close that the tension almost made you uncomfortable. It wasn't until moments later that you curiously peeked over, looking up in your peripherals and you could see Jack's eyes on you. In your head, you thought he would notice you looking at him but he paid no mind his eyes were looking low. You knew immediately what Jack was thinking when you piece together where his gaze was set on you.

"Are you nervous?" Jack questioned you as he noticed you were slightly shaking.

"No, just star-struck to be here." Your reply almost sends Jack into laughter.

"Starstruck because of me?" Jack exclaims almost sounding desperate and shocked at someone he saw as a favorite actress who was flustered to meet him. You nod and everything goes silent again.

Ten minutes had passed and by that time the audience seats were full of people conversing, curious about what Jack's show would talk about tonight. The bell ringing could be heard from where you two were, signaling the show was starting.

"Well, all I can say is just pretend we've been good friends for years, always works doll." He noted, standing straight as you moved away from the door, so you wouldn't be in the shot.

"Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by Eclipse Enterprises of companies, go get it while you can," Gus announces, half the lights dim in the back over the audience while the rest go brighter on the set.

"Live from UBC Studios in New York City, it's Night Owls With Jack Delroy, joining us tonight is our surprise new co-host, James Randi, Carmichael Haig, and closing us out will be Miss Cleo James but now here's Mr. Midnight, Jack Delroy!" Gus turns as the door opens and Jack comes out waving to greet everyone. He comes out and stands in front of the crowd.

"Good evening night owls! Thank you for tuning in once again. We have an amazing show lined up for you tonight." You move back to the door, hearing Jack declare to the crowd. It was only time until you'd be up next.

After talking to the crowd, and cracking a few jokes with Gus, he starts to announce you. You brush off your outfit as a last attempt to make sure you are neat.

"I'm glad to welcome my new co-host, she's been on television screens before. Give a good warm welcome!" Jack announces, and the band plays a beautiful melody as the door opens.

You walk out, waving out to the audience as they clap. Some screaming out, fans of the shows you are in. Walking up to Jack, you hug him, and he returns the action hugging you back tighter than you expect. After letting go you give him a quick kiss on his cheek to play up for ratings, taking him by surprise. Making your way over, you sit down watching a flustered Jack try to hold his composure as he walks over to his seat.

"Wow! Now I have a few questions if you don't mind." Jack adjusts in his seat, waiting for your cue.

"Sure thing hit me, Jack." You sit back in your seat, uncrossing your legs as you take your jacket off.

"Was the outfit in the new episode of Charlie's Angels your idea?" A few people in the crowd whistled at the question as your face slightly dropped you knew immediately what he was talking about.

The costuming department had put you in a maroon, tight, jumpsuit showing more skin than people were used to on television. You let out a giggle before speaking, brushing off the slightly awkward feeling that you had.

"Yes sir, did you like me in it?" You question him, and he takes a loud sharp breath not expecting your answers as they were off script. He looks away from you to the audience before answering as if he were bashful.

"I'm not gonna say no." Some men in the crowd react; some "ooo"', laugh and whistle. You couldn't help but laugh, you knew he had to have written that question.

“Now for some of the viewer's questions tonight, are you single?” When he wasn't looking at that card, he practically was eye fucking you at this point.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Jack?” The audience is filled with 'ooo' and whistles as Jack comically pulls his tie from his neck as if it were truly tight. A visible growing blush flooded his face, you'd never seen Jack so flustered.

"Last one, how do you make your hair look so nice?" He takes the card and puts it into his suit.

"I use Faberge Organics, It makes my hair so soft." He watches you as you play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers. Staring him down, he smiles at you before looking to the audience.

“Well folks, you heard it from here! We're gonna take a quick break, we will be back after these messages." The band begins playing again as the show goes to commercial.

"Alright, we're off!" Phil states after the bell buzzing sound plays throughout the set.

“Okay good, if you need to get anything now would be the time to get to it.” Jack hops up from his seat and walks back through the sliding door following a few crew.

You stand up from your seat, making your way back looking for something to clear your dry throat.

"Amazing job, you never let me down, especially with that improv. Keep up the good work." Leo stops and gives you a quick pat on the back before going back to his duties.

Continuing to make your way through the backstage you had come across a set of water bottles sitting on a table. After taking one, you sat in a random chair at an empty makeup stand: you had put your purse on top as it was unclaimed. You scoot in your seat as you take a tube of lipstick from your open purse, sitting on the stand.

‘Good thing there’s a clock back here.’ Thinking to yourself, you kicked back relaxing for a moment. As you were zoned out eying the fancy simple clock in front of you sitting on the counter, you didn’t notice that Jack had sat in the seat next to yours.

He places his hand on your outer thigh, fingers pinching the fabric of your skirt. His sudden shameless actions couldn't be seen by anyone else, you both were far scooted into the stand. It almost frightens you until you notice it is only Jack's hand. Obviously, he had enough of your mental teasing earlier, it was his turn to play.

“So far so good! Say isn’t this your first time on live television?” Jack tried starting a conversation as he slowly moved his hand up; waiting to see if you broke as he scooted his chair closer to you.

“It is sir.” You asserted calm and collected, trying hard to mask the fact you were a shivering mess again as his grip got tighter on your thigh.

“Just call me Jack sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, his breath hitting your neck making you quiver. It was hard for you to keep your composure in your seat, legs tensing slightly as he swirls little patterns with his finger on your upper thigh.

"You know we have five minutes until the show starts back up." You couldn't help but melt in your seat as you looked into his eyes full of desire. If only you two weren't in the middle of a show, Jack had calculated the timing and possibility of seeing you off the air.

"Five minutes to do what Jack?" Asking curiously, you fed into his words, continuing to look into his eyes while blinking your eyelashes towards him. He couldn't stop himself, his hand started eagerly trailing under the fabric of your skirt.

Reaching your inner thigh, his fingers grip into your flesh. If you hadn't looked at his face you couldn't tell that he was so close to snapping like a twig at your mercy. His mouth parted open, breaths getting more heavy and short as he toyed with you. He wanted this so bad.

You start to see the beads of sweat on his forehead as he gazes at you hungrily. Curious you decide to look down, eyes wandering at his lap. Stopping when you see that his tight tan dress pants couldn’t hide that he was extremely hard even in the dim light that was under the stand.

You couldn’t help but stare in desperation, your mouth parts open when you watch his cock twitching from in his pants. He sighs in pleasure at your lovely reaction to him. Leaning over close to your ear, he whispers low.

"That's all for you sweetheart, don't be afraid to touch it." He lightly grabs your wrist, placing your hand on his aching hard bulge. It was warm to the touch and hard, it felt like it was trying to break out from how much force it pressed into the fabric every twitch.

"How are you going to hide this now? Jack, it's so big." You couldn't help but give him a light squeeze before tightening your grip as you asked. A loud whimper fell from his lips. It wasn't any secret that he loved praise, especially from someone with his dick in their hands.

"Fuck, You have no idea what you've got yourself into now. Think you can handle me?" He asks as he starts to move his hand from your inner thigh to your panties. Softly taking his fingers, he trails a circle at your slit from the outside teasing you, the fabric starting to dampen. Getting rougher pressing into the fabric every time he moves his fingers up and down.

"You two we are on in five! Now if you two don't get the fuck out there, we won't have a show!" Leo bellowed out making you jump, your hand flew up off Jack hitting the stand in the process as Jack slid his hand away. Jumping up you move your skirt back down, trying to blow off the fact Leo caught you two practically touching each other. You clear your throat and go out to the set through the doors.

Taking your seat, you look out to the audience who are slightly confused about how late you got back out. It was now three minutes till air, and Jack hadn't arrived to set yet. You throw a reassuring smile to the crowd trying to pass off any worry. Jack comes out not even a second later, two drinks in hand making his way towards you.

"I don't know exactly what you'd like so I grabbed my favorite, if you don't like it just let me know." He hands you a glass, taking a sip of his own as he sits down. Looking into the glass you could see that it looked like what Jack had been drinking.

Not thinking about it, you take a swig. It was whiskey and not soda which you thought it was earlier. Playing it cool you try to not bring to the attention that you did not prefer the taste at all by taking another drink.

It felt like a blur after sitting through the first guest James Randi, he showed everyone the bending spoon trick, you had an idea earlier this was just a simple episode about skeptics who were also magicians.

"I'd like to bring on one of my dear old good friends, Carmichael Haig everybody!" Jack announces as the band plays, an older man comes out and sits in the seat next to you.

After Jack's usual questions and snide responses, Carmichael started to dig into his jacket pocket. Jack shifted in his seat waiting for Carmichael to pull out his main tool for his main act.

"I'd like to show everyone a little trick that people pull on others for a quick buck. I will start now with my trusty pocket watch." Trailing off he brings out a pocket watch opening it up and hanging it up to where you and the crowd could see it. He swings it with his hand covering before revealing the hypnotizing pattern.

"Keep yourself relaxed and stare into the spiral. Everyone at home is welcome to do so too." All you could think was there was no way his little trick could work on you as it sounded made up. Watching as he swung it back and forth, you kept your eye on the hypnotizing spiral.

When he stopped, he sat silently putting the watch back in his pocket. You waited to see if he’d move but he sat still in place facing forward. It seemed to you that you were right that it didn’t work and now you’d be waiting for the next steps.

After waiting for a few minutes in silence, you began to turn looking to your right. Jack was sitting in the seat next to you; his chair not fully facing forward but slanted out where you could see most of his body. He sat legs wide open with his arms folded across his chest, a wide grin on his face. It wasn’t until you looked over that you noticed something wasn’t right, his gaze upon you could say everything you needed to know as it oozed arousal.

His eyes burned into you, making you jump in your seat. You look away, embarrassed that you caught him staring at you. The burning feeling at the pit of your stomach grew as you dug your elbows into your chair.

Looking back after a few seconds you watch as he begins to take his tie off while still gazing straight at you, tossing it to the ground the moment it is loose off his neck. Speechless you look at the crowd for any comment, and it starts to click. All audience members were frozen in place. Their eyes still and locked looking towards you two while staying silent as the dead of night.

It wasn't long before you could hear the sounds of more clothes hitting the ground taking you back, intrigued by what was happening before you, Jack had taken his suit jacket off. All you did was sit still watching as he slowly crept towards you. He stops, getting behind you while bending down close to your ear.

"You wanted to see what I was going to do with my hand earlier, didn't you honey?" It felt like your heart stopped and fell flat straight to your guts. He places rough bites on your neck from behind, his teeth almost sinking into your neck.

You stayed still as his hands went from around your neck to your button-up. Lightly pulling on it you watched as he precisely unbuttons your top. Reaching over he grabs at your breast hungrily, groaning as if it was that pleasurable for himself.

It felt as if you were nauseous with a strong feeling of wanting from him. You reach your arm over your head, fingers finding his hair and gripping it tight.

"I've been watching you eye the fuck out of me since earlier, is this what you wanted you little slut?." Jack's voice echoed from right behind you, the change in his tone sent shivers down your spine.

You felt his hand go from your breast down into your skirt, eager to put his hand in your panties. He moves himself, on his knees as his other arm reaches around.

"I won't let you get off so easily.” His hand reaches into your underwear, his fingers making their way inside you. His free hand moved to cup your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making

He thrusts two of his fingers in and out of you, taking his thumb and rubbing your clit. He knew just how to torture you. It wasn't until he let go completely that everything snapped.

“Dreamer here awake!” Carmichael screams out to the crowd snapping his fingers.

“Dreamer Here Awake,” Jack whispered into your ear from behind.

Snapping you out of a trance you never thought you could have. You look down, your clothes still intact, blouse buttoned and in place. Gasping you sit at the edge of your seat, trying to keep yourself from freaking out. The audience gasped as Carmichael had actually shown everyone else a giant spider.

"I- I have to go." You stood up from your seat and began to walk off. You turned to look at Jack who was getting off his knees to stand up from behind your chair, slightly reaching out for you trying to stop you from leaving.

“Well we’re going to take a quick break, when we get back folks Carmichael will give us some insight into how he does his little trick after these messages.” You could hear him as you walked off, the door opening when you got to it.

Making your way back, a girl comes up holding a tray with different mixed drinks out towards you. Taking a drink off the tray, you say a quick thanks before moving out of her way.

Without even thinking, you down your drink, unknown to you it was another drink of whiskey. You never expected to be so buzzed after a few drinks, but you underestimated your tolerance. Having hit you like a brick instantly. Standing in front of a mirror you could see your surroundings behind you, you could see a concerned Leo coming up to check in.

"Everything okay? I watched Jack whispering things into your ear, you get freaked out and make weird faces. Look if he said anything to make you run away you tell me right now. I'll run straight to him and set him straight." The amount of concern on his face could kill if deadly.

"No Leo, I was just spooked by the act, that's all!" Throwing a reassuring smile back at him. His shoulders relaxed as soon as he could tell you were serious about Jack not making you leave. He places his hand on your shoulder and gives you a slight pat on the back.

"Alright, I'm glad I was worried I'd have to give him the scare of his life, he knows how I feel about wanting to keep you on here." Leo quickly left, turning away and walking over to the crew over to the side.

Looking back into the mirror you begin to fix your hair, taking no notice that Jack has now spotted you alone. Jack noticed you hanging out to the side, looking into the mirror at yourself. He comes up close from behind, his head tilted making it where no one can see what he is saying.

"Sorry if that scared you out there, I've seen his little trick before and found my ways to toy with it." He reassured you, trying to give you some sort of comfort. Turning around, you were met face to face with him.

"How? Jack that felt too real! Your hands-." You couldn't help but blurt out before he cut you off with his hand.

"If this is too much you have my word to run away. I'll tell Leo to get you into another great project. Or if-" Your hands reach for his tie, grabbing and pulling his face closer to yours. Causing him to drop his hand at your mouth.

"If what Jack?" It was no surprise his antics had turned you on, the way he had eyed you down previously made your stomach feel as if were tied in knots. You watch as he starts to piece it together, his eyes widen, and a little smile forms on his lips. He looks at his watch before he gazes back at you.

"Well sweetheart, meet me in my dressing room after we get done on the air. I can show you other things I can do with my hands." He lightly smacks your behind as you two begin to walk off to close the show.

As the audience starts standing up to leave, Jack thanks the crowd before striding off the set to the backstage area. You take a few minutes to yourself, stopping to talk to Gus before going backstage.

"Hey there, nice first episode! You brought the ratings up fifty percent, I owe you my life. Celebration tomorrow night!" Leo exclaimed as he caught up to you walking back to your purse. He pulls you into a small hug before letting go abruptly.

"I have to go tell Jack!" Leo hurriedly rushes away leaving you by yourself. You get to your purse, cleaning up the stuff on the stand. Looking into the mirror, you checked your makeup for what you thought was the last time you'd have the chance before you would again be face to face with Jack.

After checking to see if the coast is clear, you sneak down the hall looking for his dressing room. Luckily the floor was carpet, hiding the sound of your heels, keeping your cover clear. It wasn't long before you came across a door with writing on it. 'Jack Delroy' was labeled on the door with a gold star next to it, you lightly knock. Immediately hearing movement, you knew he had to be desperately waiting for you.

"Come in!" After you hear Jack yell through the closed door, you walk in and close the door behind you. Taking in the scenery it was a spacey room with a twin futon, side tables with plants sitting on top, a makeup stand, a standing lamp, and a few collectibles. The room smelled of flowers as he had a candle lit on the table.

“Nice of you to join me.” Jack had his just long sleeve button-up shirt with his tie still on, he stood with an ashtray in his hand. His radio on the side table played soft rock from the local radio station.

He had a cigarette lit in his mouth, you couldn’t help but stare and think that he looked so good in the dim light. Coming in closer, you take the cigarette from his mouth as you sit on his futon. You take a drag looking up at him, smiling as you blow the smoke back at him.

“Oh hey, I was just about to light this one up.” He walked over to one of the tables, grabbing something off it before sitting down. Holding it out to where you could see it up close, you could finally tell he grabbed a joint.

You’ve smoked before, but never with your colleagues. He lights it up, taking a hit before passing it to you. You happily oblige and take a hit as well.

“Wait Jack smokes the devil's lettuce?” You dramatically jokingly ask him as you pass it back to him. He cackles, coughing out smoke in the process.

“There are things you don’t know about me” He takes another hit before passing it back to you. Starting to get comfortable, you uncross your legs.

It was about a few hits and a moment later before it kicked in, you watched Jack as he picked up a drink he had made from earlier. You started to get hot, deciding to undo some of the buttons on your shirt. Unbeknownst to you Jack noticed, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Want a sip? It’s something different from whiskey.” He offers you the cup, gladly taking it. You take a sip, sneering as you realize you took a big sip of vodka. Laughing, he takes the drink back and sets it on the table.

“What game are you trying to play Delroy?” You could feel the heat between your legs grow. The way he set eyes on you, a predator eyeing its prey before taking a leap.

Leaning down he takes your face into his hand, moving your face to face his. Placing his thumb at your lips, you open your mouth. Taking his thumb into your mouth lightly sucking at it. He groans as you do, pushing it into your mouth more before pulling it out completely. Standing up, he starts desperately unbuttoning his long-sleeved button-up.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” Throwing it off he comes back over to you. Leaning over, he places his lips onto yours, leaving soft lingering kisses. He pulls you up as you put your hands on him, hands gripping his chest. Starting to get rough, Jack takes your lip between his teeth, and his hand wanders down to your body.

You smile at Jack before you drop down to your knees in front of him to unbutton his pants. Undoing the buttons, you pull his pants down with haste. He now just stood in his briefs, waiting for your touch.

Now it was more prominent how big he truly was, his briefs are white but the tip could be seen from how much pre cum was leaking from his cock. You couldn't help but put your face up against his clothed dick. Leaving little kisses through the fabric. He took no time to tear his briefs off, his cock swinging up when it was free.

Going in you start kissing the tip, moving from the base down to his balls. Taking them into your mouth, lightly sucking on them. He whimpers as he feels your tongue tracing random patterns on him.

His hands gripped the edge of his makeup stand as you swirl your tongue around him. Tracing the veins you could feel while sucking in your cheeks. He takes your hair and holds it back, gathering it together until he has one hand around it like a ponytail.

Getting a good grip on your hair with one hand, he begins to thrust his cock deep into your mouth. Face fucking your throat, you couldn’t help but make little whimpers around him every time he hit the back of your throat.

That only made him go faster, your fingers grip his hips as he ravaged your throat. He couldn’t help but let little moans pass through his lips as you gagged on him, shuddering with every thrust.

Pulling you away from him, he makes you sit on the futon again. You couldn't help but grin at him as you sit there admiring the man you have in front of you. He was desperate to have you, needing to touch you.

“Please violate me, Mr. Delroy.” It was like you had seen a switch flip as he made towards you again. Taking your top with his hands, ripping it apart; the buttons flew as he tore it apart.

Pulling the cloth from your arms, he then goes for your bra. Unlatching it and tossing it aside, your chest was now bare to him. He gets down on his knees up close and in front of you. His hands come up to cup your breasts, squeezing them before leaning down to put a nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it while his fingers toyed with the other, pinching and pulling at it.

Letting go, he pushes you back and goes for your skirt, pulling it off of your body. Taking one of your legs, he moves it to the side, spreading you open. He couldn't help the amount of joy he had as he instantly noticed the damp spot on your panties.

"How long have you wanted me? Wanting me to fuck this tight little pussy?" He leans over you, his hand holding onto your thigh before he tears your underwear off, throwing them behind him. Standing back he admires your naked body sprawled out in front of him.

"Jack I've wanted you since I've laid my eyes on you while watching Night Owls." That response made the heat burning in his groin get worse. He needed to fuck you.

“Jack I-it's not going to fit.” Nervously confessing as you began to process his size would be inside you. You couldn't help but stare down in amusement at him standing there, his hands rubbing up and down his own body, hard cock out on display.

“Oh sweetheart, I'll make it fit.” He stood towering over your limp body on the futon. Stroking himself at the sight of you waiting for his touch. Getting down on his knees in front of you, he slides his knee in between your legs, spreading them further apart.

With his cock in his hand, he rubs the tip against your entrance. Slowly pressing it in, he brings it further down before stopping halfway. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan in surprise as he finally pushed his way fully inside you. While inside you he undoes his tie and puts it around your neck, tying on your neck like a chain. Not taking another second of waiting he begins to move his hips. Starting with slow thrusts, savoring the feeling of being inside someone once again

He takes both your hands putting them over your head, pinning them down onto the mattress. You couldn't help but scream out as he started going faster, his grip getting tighter around your wrist.

It wasn't long before picks you up, slamming your back against his makeup stand. Swiping off whatever cologne, scripts, and ashtrays he had lying on the ground. He glides himself back into you, unleashing a loud guttural moan.

Shaking the wardrobe his thrusts start up again, hungrily pounding into you. Grabbing at the tie tied around your neck he pulls your face closer to his, going in for kisses before moving to your neck. He eagerly sucks at your neck, leaving a little love bite to show as you grab at his back.

The door opens, and Leo walks in with a small mirror that has a few lines of cocaine before stopping at the sight of you two. Jack still rocking his hips into you as your fingernails dug into his back. His cock stretches you out in front of Leo. In shock, he takes a second before stepping back out and closing the door.

“God, do you like it when I pound into you like this?” He holds your legs with his hands, pushing them higher, making it easier to slam into you. You could feel his cock hit the hilt of your insides, causing a sensation of pleasurable pain making you cry out.

Your back hit the mirror so hard as you let go of his back that you could hear it crack. The tie in Jack's hand that was still tied around your neck helped him get a hold of you with every thrust. He pulls it roughly forward dragging you from the mirror, dragging you forward. You wrap your legs around him making him closer to you.

Grabbing you by your hips he swiftly turns around, laying back on the futon leaving you on top of him. You adjust yourself, knees on both sides of him. Starting to move, you balance yourself as you go up and down. Riding him as he held onto the sheets withering underneath you.

“Holy shit.” His eyes closed shut as his breathing became heavier. Whimpering when he could catch his breath, your fingers pressed into his chest as you leaned forward.

As you push yourself up and down his hard cock, he takes his hand over to your aching pussy, putting his thumb on your clit. Rubbing circles on it, causing you to whine out, losing control you had over your body. Your legs shake as you cum on his cock. Losing your senses you lay down on him, giving him the go-to start. He wraps his arms around you before thrusting up into you. Sweet soft moans poured from his lips as he fucked into you.

“Oh fuck!” His hips rut up into yours losing control as he shoots a thick load of cum into you. Moaning out as he rides out his orgasm, hips starting to slow down. After taking a second to catch his breath, you get off of him. Standing up you got to find your clothes.

"We cannot tell anyone about this, but this won't be the last time. That was so fucking hot." He sits up, getting up to get dressed as well. You found your shirt annihilated forgetting that he had ripped it.

"I broke your shirt but you can put on mine." He hands you his long-sleeve button-up shirt. After you both get dressed, you both make your way out to leave to go to his place.

Walking out of the UBC building you two were swarmed by a group of paparazzi people taking pictures as they spotted you.

"Is this the girl you are seeing months after Madeline's death?" A reporter asked as he kept his head down, completely ignoring them. He flags a car down and you both hop inside off to his house.

After spending the rest of the night relaxing together by the TV, you remembered what Leo had told you earlier.

"Oh Jack, Leo says we have a party tomorrow to celebrate ratings." Jack turns to you surprised at your announcement.

"What! He didn't come to tell me anything about this after the show."

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The End (Maybe??!?)

Hi again, I hope this isn't complete dookie and that y’all like it. This took so long to make but I'm glad to get it out. If you guys like it I will probably make part 2. If I come back and find anything I written that I don’t like ngl I’ll probably come back and write on this again. Peace out-C

[hungry-blue-dragon]

Oooo i wanna know more about Mistress Dreamwalker, Kenneth Oberon and Vanille! Also all the other ones but theres plenty of asks to send :3

My sweet, delicious Anon, ask all you want about them! I do so love talking about my OCs. I'll try to keep it moderately vore related unless asked not to, since this is my vore sideblog :P

Ms. Dreamwalker, first name Mistress, and called Dream by her friends, has naturally incredibly corrosive bodily fluids - if neither you nor she prevents it with a spell or potion, a devious lick will see your flesh melting faster than inside the average pred's stomach... as will her grinding against you in heat, when she probably doesn't have enough control to cast something herself. While she has been known to gulp down the rare hostile micro (they usually don't even make it past her collarbone), most of her vorish exploits are in the bedroom, in the form of getting her partner on their knees and... encouraging them to lick deeper. Much deeper.

Kenneth does not like being eaten (unless it's innuendo for a blowjob); in fact, it's possibly his least favorite occupational hazard of being a dragonslayer. That's not to say no dragon has ever gotten their jaws around him, but that's always a very temporary condition that, like the dragon's life, ends quickly and with a lot of blood. (so, further answers about him will probably not be related to vore. Feel free to ask! Just know that, by default, he'll be possibly the least vorish responses)

Vanille is an aroma dragon! That means she "hunts" by exhaling a pleasant-smelling gas and letting her entranced prey climb into her jaws as they search for where the scent is strongest (a couple feet beyond the end of her tongue, by the way). She's a noodly dragon, but she seems even longer from the inside - not hammerspace, actually, it's just that her stomach kneads her food in a similar manner to her throat, so it feels like you keep sliding deeper inside her, even once you've stopped.

[the-little-ewok]

things you said at 1 am + Poe? 🥺

This was so hard to choose so I'm going to be greedy and request 2 lol

1AM Poe Dameron X G!N Reader Rating: T Wordcount: 1800(ish) Warnings: Bit fluffy, bit angsty, PTSD, tiny spice in innuendo form... Summary: Poe turns up at your door at 1am… and something doesn’t seem quite right Prompt : Things you said at 1am A/N : Sweetie you can request as many as you like!! I love writing prompts for people! I hope you like this one! It's a bit slower than my usual stuff but I hope still ok.

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The knocking on your door is soft, but still loud enough to pull you from your sleep, bringing your mind back to the starched sheets and dimly lit room. For a moment you lay listening to the silence, considering that perhaps you might have imagined it — just the last tendrils of a dream, caught somewhere between sleeping and waking. Snuggling back down into your pillow, you close your eyes, before another soft knock, almost hesitant in its disturbance of the silence, reaches your ears. Not a dream then. With a groan you roll over to glance at the sleep blurred numbers on the clock.

1am.

Rolling out of bed, you can feel the worry starting to build at who would need you at such an hour. Surely something must have happened? Surely something has gone terribly wrong?

With one eye closed and the other barely open, you stagger over to the door, attempting to straighten your sleep clothes to make yourself somewhat presentable, before you press your fingers to the panel.

As the door slides open, your blurry sight is met with the soft brown eyes of your favourite pilot. Smiling apologetically, he raises a hand in a tiny wave, which at any other time you might have considered cute, but not at this time. Relief washes through you that he doesn't seem like he's bringing bad news. It's a relief that's followed quickly by annoyance that he's woken you for something non-urgent.

"Poe, it's the middle of the night," You complain with a yawn, your voice gravelled from sleep. Even though you're on your feet, you're fighting to keep your eyes open, the warmth of your bed calling out to you, begging you to slip back between the sheets.

"I know, I'm sorry it's late." He apologises softly.

"It'd better be kriffin important." You lean against the door frame, your legs deciding that standing on their own is too much effort now that you’re satisfied nothing terrible has happened, "What is it?"

"I just… wanted to tell you I love you." Despite the annoyance that sparks in your veins, a familiar warmth spreads across your chest. The same feeling that happens every time he says those words.

"I love you too. But seriously, it's 1am. Couldn't that have waited till tomorrow?" You sigh, rubbing your eyes to clear the sleep from them.

Looking him over clearly for the first time you take in the dishevelled look of his clothes which tell you he's dressed in a hurry to run to you, his dark curls damp and messy, and his red rimmed eyes that look suspiciously like he's been crying.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have woken you up. This was stupid. I'm sorry, go back to bed." His shoulders slump as he nods to himself, before he leans in and kisses your cheek softly. He turns to leave, but you catch his wrist, holding him back.

"Poe, what is it? Has something happened?"

"I can't sleep," he admits meekly, looking down at his boots. But it's painfully clear that it’s more than just that. He wouldn't be standing at your door in yesterday's clothes looking like the world collapsed on his shoulders, just because he can't sleep. Slipping your fingers down from his wrist to take his hand you squeeze reassuringly.

"Poe, what is it? You're upset."

"I just...I don't want to be alone right now," He admits quietly before he shakes his head, his eyes focused on your clasped hands. "Sorry, I'm just being silly. I'll let you go back to sleep," He squeezes your fingers gently and tries to pull his hand from yours, but you tighten your grip, stopping him from leaving.

"You want to talk about it?" He shakes his head again silently. The sickening worry curling in your belly only seems to grow worse with each passing moment. He seems so unlike his usual self that for a moment you aren't sure what to do with him.

Taking a breath to calm yourself, you tug him into the room and shut the door.

"We don't have to talk, but you don't have to be alone either. And there’s no way I'm letting you go back to your room when -” Before you finish your sentence he throws his arms around you, pulling you hard against him in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. Well, if you weren't worried before, you certainly were now.

“Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?” You cuddle him tightly as he squeezes you silently, “Poe? Tell me what's happened.”

"I'm sorry I woke you up. I didn't know what else to do. I just needed you," He mumbles softly, loosening his grip on you just a little and lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. Maker, you've never seen him look so lost, and it sends a flash of pain straight through your heart.

You raise a hand to cup his cheek gently, "Don't apologise for that. It doesn't matter what time it is. I'm always here whenever you need me."

He leans into your touch, letting his eyes drift closed for a second before he turns his head to softly kiss your palm.

Considering him for a moment, you brush your thumb gently over his cheek, realising he still isn't going to answer your questions right now, and you can't force him to talk.

"How about we go cuddle in bed, yeah?"

He nods, placing another kiss to your palm before he lets you go, slowly, as though you might disappear once his hands leave you.

Climbing back into bed, you watch him as he nudges off his boots and strips down before coming to join you, immediately pulling you back into his arms, making you bite your lip with worry.

“Poe, you know whatever it is, whatever happened, I'm here and we’ll get through it together,” you promise softly, brushing his curls back as his eyes close. To anyone else it might have looked like he drifted off to sleep, but you know him better than that. Fake sleeping was Poe's number one tactic of getting out of conversations he didn't want to have.

Although you settle down with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, you don't allow yourself to sleep. Instead, you wait, desperately worried but not willing to push him.

It's a long time before he starts to talk, finally confessing the real reason he ran to you. Tentatively at first, barely rain drops of truth, before the storm rolls in and floods the darkness with his honesty.

He tells you about the nightmare that pinned him to the mattress, drenched in sweat, unable to move, and the ghosts that accompanied it. The ones that crept into the darkest corners of his room, the echoes of those he couldn't save. The mocking voices that told him he would fail to save you too.

The fear, the desperate need to keep you safe, that's what truly brought him to your door at 1am.

"It's just a bad dream. Nobody blames you for any of what happened. Not even the people that aren't here anymore. It's just your own guilt messing with you," You whisper softly, sitting up to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, as his arms tighten around you. "Besides, I don't need you to save me. If anyone tried to take me away from you, I'd kick their ass into the next galaxy. So really you wouldn't fail at anything, because I can take care of myself," You joke lightly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

That at least draws a smile from the pilot.

"Yeah, I know that," he laughs softly, his voice hoarse from talking. You give him a small smile in return, stroking his cheek gently. "It's just… I feel better when I'm with you. I sleep better. It's quieter."

He sighs softly, reaching up to brush his hand through your hair, as though checking you're really still here.

"You know you can sleep with me for as many nights as you need to… or want to. I mean, you could just move your stuff in here. You don't have to. It's just if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind. You wouldn't have to go far to wake me up then. Maybe something to think about. I mean you don't have to, and it doesn't have to be forever or anything," Your rambling trails off into a soft whisper as you become deeply interested in a loose thread on the pillow, just to the side of his head, desperate to avoid his reaction. It wasn't exactly like Poe hadn’t spent many a night in your bed, and you in his, but moving in together was never something you’d explicitly discussed.

Poe squeezes you gently, taking your jaw in a gentle grip and turning your head and forcing you to look at him.

"Sounds like a dream I want to have," He kisses you softly before his face breaks out into a cheeky grin, one which is much more of the Poe you know. "Although, I know you only want me here for other reasons I might wake you in the middle of the night." He wriggles his eyebrows in suggestion while you roll your eyes, unable to keep the amused smile from your lips.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. There's nothing I love more than sleeping," you tease, glad he seems to be much more himself once again.

"You're right, and I've kept you from your greatest love for far too long. Let's get some rest. I'll be ok now." He answers your question before you have a chance to form the words and kisses you softly, pulling the covers up and allowing you to settle back down.

"Promise you'll wake me if you have another nightmare?"

"I promise I'll wake you if I need anything at all," he strokes your hair gently as you lay your head on his chest, letting your eyes drift closed. You lay in the quiet darkness listening to his heartbeat, pretending to sleep, just until Poe is snoring peacefully. Only then do you allow sleep to claim you once more.

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Lockdown Frustration (18+)

Part One: Cold Shower

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: When lockdown is making you seriously sexually frustrated, your friend offers to help you through it

Feels: Pure Horn

Word count: 3,664 - I got reeeal into this

Warnings: Total smut, unprotected sex, rough sex

A/N: This was my first time writing smut, so would love to hear what your favourite bit was (send me an ask if you're shy) 😈

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You’d been in lockdown for a few weeks now and to say you were horny was an understatement. You’d moved in with your friends temporarily when the stay at home order came in, instead of being stuck at home by yourself but while you weren’t necessarily bored...you were certainly frustrated. Used to being able to call on a hook up or head out to clubs to flirt, it had now been AT LEAST two months since you’d scratched that itch so to say.

Lying by the pool in the backyard, feeling wound up and restless, you started swiping through tinder. You swiped past the usual reams of so-so suitors, most of which you’d never normally be interested in, but at this point were seeming a bit more enticing. You were casually swiping right on a couple of profiles that you’d potentially consider some ‘sext exchanges’ with, when you heard the screen door open just above you. Your temporary housemate and long term friend, Colson, strolls out and heads towards you.

“What you upto out here Y/N, I’m bored” he huffs, as he flops down on the sun lounger next to yours.

“Just torturing myself, scrolling through tinder. This lockdown’s getting preeeeetty frustrating”

Your eyes not leaving your phone as you respond, thumbs still swiping away

“I didn’t think you got around enough for this to be a long stretch for you” he teases, poking you in the side so you turn and look at him

“Rude! I get mine, thank you very much. I’m just not as obvious about it as you, I certainly don’t go this long that’s for sure” you fire back

“Okay, okay, my bad. So your solo sessions aren’t quite cutting it then?” he winks suggestively at you, sticking his tongue out

“That is none of your damn business” you laugh, turning your attention back to your phone, sighing “But if you must know, not really…”

“Well, if you ever need a hand, I’m just saying, you could make it my business”

You look up at this comment and see him lying back on the lounger, arms above his head, his eyes closed with a cocky smirk on his face. You don’t see him open one eye, catching you subtly taking in his tattooed torso, your eyes focusing on his XXX tattoo.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was super hot, but it was Colson, you know?

“See anything you like?” he says, making you jump slightly

“Shut up Colson, stop bothering me and go and find something to do” you snap back, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring at your friend’s crotch

“Maybe that’s what I’m already doing, looking for something to 'do' ”

You laugh his blatant innuendo off, but he’s got you feeling tense now. You stand up to head back into the house “I’m going for a shower”

“You want some company?” He offers with a cheeky grin

“I’m alright thanks, I’ll make it a cold one!”

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Once you’re in the shower, you find yourself feeling even more hot and bothered, despite the cool water cascading over you. Colson’s teasing comments swirling in your head, you slip your hand between your legs trying to relieve some of the tension you're feeling. A few minutes later you turn the shower off, a little more relaxed and ready to find something to occupy your busy mind for the rest of the afternoon. You dry yourself off, wrap yourself in a towel and gather your hair into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Feeling any better after that?”

Not expecting to see Colson sitting on your bed, his voice makes you jump as you come out of your ensuite

“For fucks sake, you scared the life out of me!” You scold him as he laughs at you

Once you compose yourself, you laugh along with him and with eyebrows raised, you ask "and why are you here?"

Leaning back on his hands, he smirks and replies, "Just making sure the cold shower did the trick", as he makes an obvious point of looking you up and down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes but can't help but give him a quick once over yourself, taking in the sight before you: his topless torso, the slight sheen of sweat glistening across his tattoos, his damp blonde locks disheveled and hanging into his eyes, long legs spread apart as they hang off the side of your bed, the thin material of his shorts. Eeesh. You feel a warm flush spreading through your body, that has nothing to do with the sun or the shower.

Fuck he looks good, you think, it'd be so easy to just... Argh. Sleeping with one of your best friends while you're locked down together is surely a recipe for disaster... Right? Besides, he's always teasing you like this, that's just Colson. You're probably only reacting this way because, well, surely everyone is horny while stuck in lockdown...

You quickly push those thoughts away and sigh dramatically while clutching your towel tighter around your chest, "Get out Colson, I need to get dressed"

Unperturbed, he stares you dead in the eye and states slyly "what you're wearing looks just fine from here"

"Stop it now, creeper" you say, half smiling and waving him away with a shooing motion. He laughs, low and soft, "Okay, okay" and holds his hands up in mock defeat. This kind of back and forth was the norm for you two, but today... Today you found your heart was beating out of your chest and the steady eye contact he was maintaining was making you twinge in such an intense way, you were sure he could tell.

Starting to get a little flustered, you take a step towards your dresser and Colson reaches out grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into him. You stumble ungracefully and find yourself inches from his face, one leg on either side of his left thigh, both hands on his chest. He places both hands on your waist to steady you and you can feel his long fingers pressing into you through your towel.

"Wh-what are you doing?" you giggle suggestively, your voice husky

"Come on Y/N... " he says leaning in, his lips almost grazing yours as he speaks. He pulls back slightly and locks his eyes onto yours "You can't say you don't feel this too"

"Colson..." Just as you begin to speak he slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you even closer to him so your forehead is leaning against his. He shifts, pressing his bare thigh up between your legs, a small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the pressure against your clit. "Mmm, we shouldn't" you murmur, breath ragged, as you slowly run your hands up his neck and into his hair.

He leans into your neck, dragging his bottom lip up to your ear and whispers, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now" before pressing a long lingering kiss to your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. You audibly groan and he lets out a soft growl as you gently tug his hair causing him to grip you harder. You instinctively roll your hips, grinding yourself further against his thigh, showing him just how wet you are.

He grazes his soft lips across yours, before bringing his hand up to your face and gently gripping your chin

"I'm gonna need an answer, use your words Y/N, tell me what you want"

As he presses his thigh up against your clit again, you moan "you, I want you"

"That's my girl" he smirks before crashing his lips against yours in a deep lingering kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth as he reaches down behind your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind down onto him, feeling him getting hard through the thin material of his shorts. He slides his hands under your towel and grips your bare ass tightly as he presses himself up against you, electricity fires through your core and you let out a soft moan into his kiss

You bite his bottom lip, gently tugging on it and he groans at the action. “This towel has got to go” he says, locking eyes with you, his pupils black and blown out with lust. You lean back and undo your towel, dropping it behind you. He lets out a breathy ‘wow’ as he takes in the view of you completely naked, straddling his lap

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he says, pulling you into him as he kisses you again hungrily, moving from your mouth to neck. You continue to roll your hips onto his now rock hard cock and he bites your neck hard in response, leaving a purple mark above your collarbone. He moves his mouth to your chest, kissing between your breasts before flicking his tongue across your left nipple then sucking on it harshly. You let out a whine at the sensation, causing a dirty smile to spread across his face “Oh you like it rough do you?” he says as he moves across to your right nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting, pulling slightly

“Shit” you moan, grabbing his face with both your hands and crashing your lips against his. Just the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours has you so turned on, you feel like you could cum already. You reach down between the two of you and slide your hand into his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock, pumping your hand up and down it’s length and he breaks away from your kiss to exhale deeply

“I wanna fuck you so badly Colson”

“Not yet” he says, as he reaches under your ass, and lifts you, flipping you onto your back on the bed. You reach up to pull him down on top of you, but he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. Hovering over you, he uses his other hand to bring your other arm above your head, wrapping one hand around both of your wrists. You struggle slightly, but he holds your wrists tighter as you pout and whimper out “Hey, no fair”

Smirking at you squirming, he lets out a soft throaty chuckle “You told me it had been too long, you think I’m gonna let you rush this?” Still holding your wrists above your head with his left hand, he brings his right hand to your cheek and presses a slow lingering kiss to your lips “Just trust me…”

“Okay” you murmur, your heart beating and your breath shaky as he slowly trails his hand down your neck, over your breast and down your stomach, maintaining eye contact the entire time. This slow pace after your passionate kissing and grinding just before, was killing you and you instinctively lift your hips towards him as his hand gets closer to your core, your clit throbbing so hard with need it’s almost painful. He strokes his hand over your hip bone and down your thigh and you whine in disappointment, “Patience babygirl” he says as he kisses you again, moving his tongue slowly with yours, sending electric bolts to your aching core. His hand slides up your thigh, skimming past your soaking area and down your other thigh

You pull back from his lips “Come on Colson, you’re killing me, I need you…”

“Oh yeah? Let me see how much…” He says, nose pressed against yours as he traces his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and sliding from your entrance up to your clit, circling it slowly “Is this what you need?”

“Fuck... yes” you moan as he pushes his long middle finger into your entrance, curling hard against your g spot, your eyes squeezing closed in pleasure. “You want more?” he says, slowly sliding his finger out and then back in pressing hard on your inside wall again. “Yeah, more..” you choke out. He watches your face intently, your head tilted back, breathy moans escaping you as he slips his ring finger in alongside his middle, the cold metal of his silver ring pressing against you, and starts pumping them in and out of you. He buries his fingers inside of you up to the knuckles and starts beckoning against your g spot, causing your moans to get louder as your stomach tightens, your orgasm building

“Oh my god that feels so good” you manage to whimper out, panting “Don’t s-stop... I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

Hearing this he let’s go of your wrists, and cups the back of your neck with his hand, pulling your face to his and sliding his tongue in your mouth, suffocating you with his kiss. Your body twists towards him, your legs clamping around his forearm as he fucks you with his fingers. You reach your right hand up and grab a fistful of his messy, damp hair as you slide your left hand down his tensed, tattooed stomach and into his shorts. His cock is throbbing from grinding against you and you feel a wet bead of precum as you slide your thumb across his tip and then up and down his swollen shaft

You pull back from his kiss to let out a deep moan “Oh god, I’m gonna cum”

He presses his forehead to yours “Say my name, I wanna hear you say it while you cum”

“Shit...Colson, fuck, oh god, Colson” you almost shout, your head thrown back as you feel your walls clench around him, your wetness pouring over his fingers as he works you through your orgasm while kissing and sucking on your exposed neck. He pulls his dripping fingers away from and releases his tight grip on the back of neck, letting your back fall gently back on the bed. The loss of contact brings you back to reality and you shakily prop yourself up on your elbows to see him sitting up, pulling his strained shorts down. His rock hard cock springs against his stomach and you let out a long ragged exhale as you see it, your eyes wandering up his lean, sweat covered torso to see the dirty smile on his face as he watches you.

“I’m not finished with you yet” he says, staring down at you with lust filled eyes as he tugs at his length “You think you can handle it?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you countered, sliding your hand between your open legs, drawing his attention to your glistening core and the wet patch beneath you

“Damn Y/N, have I met my match here?” he laughs as he lightly pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you he covers your mouth with his in a hungry kiss, as he roughly thrusts himself against you, his rigid shaft moving easily against your drenched clit. Still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm, you let out a slow needy moan, encouraging him to repeat the action.

Propped up on one elbow, he reaches down with his other hand and grabs his cock

“Shit you’re so wet for me aren’t you?” he says, his lips grazing yours as he guides the tip of his dick from your clit to your entrance and back again

“I don’t know why you sound surprised..” you murmur as you bite his bottom lip “...Daddy”

“Daaamn Y/N, you know what that shit does to me, you’re really asking for it now”

Groaning at your words, he presses the swollen tip of his against your tight entrance and you tremble at the feeling, ready to take him... when he pulls back

“Shit, do you have condoms in here?”

“No, but I’m on the pill…” you break your sentence off to kiss him, hard “...and we both know we’re good…” you kiss him again, not wanting to lose momentum “...and let’s face it, we both know it’s better without..”

“You’re so bad Y/N” he says breathlessly, as you wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, pumping your up and down as you guide it back to your yearning pussy, the anticipation has you both barely able to breathe

“I need you now” That’s all he needs to hear and he pushes his entire length through your soaking wet entrance. “Fuck” you moan out loudly, as he bottoms out, stretching you out with his thick cock, the pleasure spreading immediately through your entire body. You move your hips up against his, adjusting to his size.

“You okay babygirl?” he scans your face as he pulls back slowly

“Fuck yeah”

Encouraged, he slams himself back into you again “God, you’re so fucking tight” he hisses through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips against you, savouring the sensation and letting you feel very inch as he sinks into you, “Shit, you feel amazing”

His slow thrusts, pulling fully out of you each time, have your entire body quivering. Getting desperate to be ravaged, you grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to yours, flicking your tongue against his

“Quit teasing and fuck me Colson”

He lets out a soft breathy laugh as he sits up, pulling you roughly towards him by your hips and presses your thighs up towards your chest as he hovers over you, holding his already drenched cock at your entrance “You ready?”

“Never been more re….”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before he plunges into your aching pussy, knocking the breath out of you. He reaches behind your neck, pulling your forehead to his as he pounds into you, hard and fast. “Is this what you wanted huh? You wanna be fucked hard like a bad girl?”

You can barely respond, choking out a “fuck yes, oh my god, fuck me”

“You want this dick deep?” he says as he pushes his hand harder against your thigh, bringing it closer to the bed, heightening the pleasure as he hits your g spot even harder.

He’s only been fucking you for a couple of minutes at most before you’re screaming out

“I’m gonna cum”

“Cum on my cock for me babygirl” he whispers in your ear as fire crawls all over your body. Your nails dig into his back leaving raw red marks as you thrust your hips up into his, feeling your walls clench tightly around him repeatedly and you feel yourself flooding over his cock as your orgasm sears through you.

He fucks you through your orgasm and then pulls back suddenly. You lie there for a moment shaking, trying to catch your breath “Turn over” he demands, before he flips you over onto your stomach, grabs your hips and pulls your ass up towards him so you’re on your knees

“It’s not over yet” he says as he slaps his hard cock against your ass cheek, then slides it through the wetness that has pooled around your ass, pressing lightly against your tight hole. You whimper at the feeling and push back against him. “Another time…” he says as he moves his cock further down and delves back into your dripping pussy.

Spreading one hand across your lower back he pushes you further down onto the bed, the angle sending him deeper than you’ve ever felt before.

You grip onto the bedsheets, your moans filling the room as he pulls his other hand back and spanks you hard, the sharp sting making you clench around him. “More” you beg, “Oh you like that?” he taunts, hitting you again, even harder this time, leaving a handprint across your ass cheek.

He reaches down and grabs both of your arms, pulling your back up against his chest, as he thrusts furiously into you. With one hand holding your wrists behind you, he wraps his other around your neck and pulls your head back to whisper in your ear “This feel good?”

“So fucking good Colson, don’t stop” you moan “I’m gonna cum again soon…”

He lets go of your wrists and neck and pulls out, making you whine as the feeling of fullness leaves you. You turn to protest but he says “Turn around, I wanna watch you as you cum” then grips your waist, flipping you over and pulling your legs up around him.

You feel your orgasm building straight away as he buries his cock into you again. You start to cum and your eyes close, head tilting back as you feel the strong waves of pleasure coursing through you. He cups his hand around your face pulling it towards his “Look at me” he demands, his blue eyes drilling into yours as you whine

“Oh fuck Colson, I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“I can feel you” he mumbles “I’m right behind you”

Your vision blurs as he fucks you through, your walls clenching so tightly, the orgasm so intense it feels like it’s not going to end until a deep warmth spreads through your body. His thrusts get more and more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp blasts until he pulls out of you, pumping his swollen cock as his warm cum spills across your shivering body.

He leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before flopping onto his stomach next to you. You both lie for a moment, catching your breath, then he leans over the side of the bed and grabs the towel you stripped off earlier.

“I think you’re gonna need this” he says, eyeing your glistening torso

You both burst out laughing, “Yeah, I think that’s our friendship successfully ruined” you say as you take the towel from him and start cleaning yourself up

He lays his head on your warm, naked thighs and looks up at you,

“It seems pretty clear to me, that you and I are not supposed to be just friends”

Returning his gaze, you stroke your hand across his forehead, pushing his damp, blonde hair back,

“Looks like lockdown isn’t going to be that boring after all”

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[writer-akihiko]

I can’t tell if ur open for Ikevamp requests but ima try anyway😅 I was wondering if you could do Mc as a descendent of one of the boys and them watching Mc falling in love with someone

IkeVamp Boys + Descendant!MC

This work is labelled as #slightly not family friendly because of implied innuendos

This work only includes the boys who have canonically had a wife. Also, Reader’s ethnicity is still your ethnicity, but there might be parts mentioned where you, Reader is also part [ethnicity] of a certain suitor.

I was so glad to bring back the IkeVamp Wife AU [although, it’s not in angst form this time] and this gave me some wholesome family prompts to write! Thank you for always sending really interesting and nice requests to me.

Napoleon Bonaparte

You did know that Napoleon was one of your ancestors, well, at least on your European side

At first you were uncomfortable so you disclosed it to Comte

Sooner or later Napoleon found out, and he connected the dots himself since you reminded him of his wife so much

From that day on, Napoleon acted as an older brother to you, making sure you're comfortable in the mansion

The other residents were mostly aware and if they weren't a flirting mistake could lead to overprotective brother Napoleon

You were fine with being referred to as his sister or cousin on occasions where it was difficult to explain your familial relationship with him

Additionally you had also gotten close to Jean, Napoleon's sparring partner and close friend

Napoleon could see the romantic shyness that bloomed around you two

Once you were gone with Sebastian, he confronted Jean

"Do you like YN?"

Jean himself was at a loss for words. He wanted to say yes, but he also didn't want to burden Napoleon with a son-in-law such as him

"Jean, I believe that you're a wonderful man for her, but it's YN's decision to accept you as her partner."

Napoleon's pep talk to Jean got Jean to confess to you

You two had a very loving and healthy relationship, and Napoleon himself had the liberty of walking you down the aisle

"Jean, YN, I wish you the greatest happiness."  

Arthur Conan Doyle

He had this odd feeling about you, because he wasn't his usual flirtatious self around you

Instead, you two would engage in deep thoughtful conversations

Comte eventually dug up some records because Arthur felt like it was a mystery the he couldn't solve

After the revelation of you and Arthur being related, he treated you as a sibling to him

He did become a little overprotective in terms of you travelling outside, but he trusted the residents enough so that you could go out with at least one resident accompanying you

He loves to spoil you most of the time with whatever money he had left to spare

He also loves to take you to town just to see your eyes glimmer of the town

Theo would also accompany you two much to his reluctance

Well, Arthur deduced that Theo was reluctant following you two because of himself but he caught Theo's glances to you

A small drinking game exposed Theo's feelings towards you, particularly about how adorable he thought you were

"Well Theo chap, you're a good man I'll give you that. I'll tolerate you being her lover."

Theo was unfortunately too drunk to remember his confession, so matchmaker Arthur sent him with you in your pretty outfits he got for you on a date errand

Theo eventually got together with you, and Arthur didn't mind much except when you two were being a tad bit too loud for his liking

"Theo you better not be ravaging her too much!"

He eventually gives you two privacy

As a whole, he may not agree with Theo on certain things but he'll let it slide since you were so happy with him

He was shamelessly bawling uncontrollable tears at your wedding

Dazai Osamu

Oh? What's this? You say that you're his descendant?

At first, Dazai seemed quite nonchalant about it, but you felt like something was bothering him by how brash he was with you

You decided to ask him then. "Dazai-san, did I… offend you?"

He shook his head. "No, although I'm afraid I accidentally offended you. If you remember our family history…" He drifted off. "I was a horrible person to your ancestral mother. Please accept my apology."

You smiled. "That's all I needed to hear."

Dazai took on the role of a more caring brother than he'd like to admit

You two weren't necessarily close together, but he does like to take you on mini-adventures

It's either that or he teases Apple-kun, which you had to witness

Ah, but what's this? Apple-kun isn't blushing at his teasing, but he's blushing… at you?

What a turn of events!

Of course Dazai goes to Arthur and tells him of his interesting discovery

Needless to say the teasing does escalate than Isaac would prefer

"Oh, so you took a liking to my pseu-daughter? Apple-kun, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree~"

"Okay fine I like YN! Now please stop it!"

Right on cue, Arthur brought you to the parlour where Dazai was teasing Isaac

You were blushing for sure, so you called out to Isaac.

"Isaac? Do you mean it?"

Dazai himself couldn't help but chip in. "Apple-kun, I don't mind you wooing my pseu-daughter but I don't know how to feel if I got apples as grandkids…"

"CAN'T YOU READ THE ROOM?!"

After rescuing Isaac from his intense embarrassment, Dazai and Arthur left you two lovebirds alone

Theodorus Van Gogh

What's this? +1 big sister?!

Is this heaven?

Well, that's how he perceived it anyway. He was glad to see how his wife handled herself, but he did admit a tiny regret of his where he left her behind

He now has a new sibling, and he does spoil you and Vincent very much so

You turned out to be slightly concerned of his syrup consumption

On days he was busy, you would accompany Vincent to visit William

He was not happy when William shows up at the mansion's door with a bouquet of flowers addressed to you

"Fine, I shall take my leave," Will said

He did not expect William to climb the rose wall

"YN! YN I'm here for you~" He said, waiting for you to open the balcony door

"Will! What are you doing?!"

"Theo won't let me see you through the front door~"

Theo ran out the front, threatening to throw a brick at Will for his attempts at wooing you

He didn't threaten he just grabbed the nearest brick and hurled it at William

You were a little worried about Will, so you decided to pull a power move

"William! Will you go on a date with me?'

Despite his bruised shoulder from the brick, he tosses you the bouquet with a grin on his face. "YES MY LOVE I SHALL!"

In the end, Theo was in tears on the ground

"Now now Theo, YN can choose her lover for herself…"

"Broer! Our precious zuster…"

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

He had the suspicion about you the moment he saw you

Comte's introduction of you only confirmed it

He had this soft smile around you, and would always go out of his way to make sure that you were comfortable in the mansion

You would always help him clean up in his piano room and he'd always tell stories of his married life when you were around

He was fairly quiet with other residents however, and you somehow understood all his moods

You did meet Jean and befriended him. Mozart was usually busy with his compositions, so he makes Jean accompany you

You didn't spend most time outside, so most of the time you assisted Sebastian with the chores

From his balcony view, Mozart could see the way you two were enjoying each other's company

He summoned Sebastian to his room once, and asked him.

"What do you have to offer YN?"

"Herr Mozart are you alright?"

He looked Sebastian up and down, slightly scrutinising him

"If she finds interest in you, I'll allow it."

You were a little surprised to walk in on those two, although you had to admit that you were blushing when Mozart confronted Sebastian about your relationship

"I have no idea what you're talking about Herr Mozart."

Sebastian saw your head peak through the door

You walked in, taking Sebastian's hand in yours and looking at Mozart

"Mozart, we're um.. Childhood sweethearts," You explained. "Even in the future. We broke apart ever since Akihi- I mean, Sebastian left with Comte but we have gotten back together."

Mozart was quite stoic at this revelation, but he certainly shed a few tears when Sebastian told him of his plans to marry you

"I'll… I hope you're good to her Sebastian."

Comte Saint Germain

Comte himself knew who you were, but he wasn't sure if you yourself knew

He had a chat with you, briefly explaining your family history

"Your grandfather, a dhampir, married a sorceress, your grandmother. Your grandfather was my grandnephew… Such a shame he passed so early…"

"Does this mean I have any special abilities?"

He shook his head, quite doubtful. "The humans that married into the branch of the family decreases your chances. You might live a little longer in human years, but I'm unsure if you're semi-immortal like your grandfather."

You didn't keep this a secret from the other residents, but you were also new to the mansion

You worked diligently in Comte's stead, handling the household affairs and sharing chores with Sebastian

Leonardo would often chat you up in return for him to share his knowledge of the vampire world

Comte didn't like that you were getting close to Leo, for many reasons

Leonardo was genuinely interested in you, so he disclosed his awareness of Comte's dislike to his attempts at charming you

You had to admit that Leo was quite an amiable man and you would consider a relationship with him

You appreciated Comte caring about your well-being, but you did want to stay with Leo

"Comte, I love him and nothing can change that."

"Well said cara mia…"

He wasn't happy about it, but seeing you happy gave him enough reassurance

"Leo, if you hurt her I will shoot you at your wedding."

"Oh, so you approved our wedding! How wonderful!"

"Sebastian! Fetch me my gun…"

William Shakespeare

He was a little surprised when Comte introduced you to him

You wanted to live with William as it comforted you with the thought of a relative being nearby, no matter how many decades you two are separated by

You would praise him daily, especially in his writing and he would tell you stories of his life before he was a vampire in return

When a knock on the door was heard, William left you, and with him he brought a gentleman named Vincent

Well, it wasn't any regular Vincent! It was Vincent Van Gogh!

You were a little nervous being in the presence of another famous historical figure…

William left to fetch some tea, but late on you found out that Vincent was an angel

Vincent himself found you to be quite charming and elegant himself, so when William returned, he asked William if he could paint a portrait of you

You did agree to being a model for Vincent, but you wanted William's approval since you'd be going out more often

"As long as someone accompanies you to the mansion, and as long as you take Puck with you to play with Brush. I'll allow it," He said, patting your head

He did notice you returning with a romantic grin on your face, and he was quite intrigued about it

"YN, do you like Vincent?" He simply asked, grinning

You turned away, muttering a slight 'maybe'

He decided to call on Vincent at the mansion, and the residents were having breakfast at the time

"Vincent! My friend… I have news for you!"

Theo and Leonardo weren't happy at his arrival, so William made his announcement quick

"YN is interested in you, so please court her wholesomely!"

With that, he ran off but he still relished in the sound of Arthur spitting out his coffee and Theo choking on his pancakes

Vincent took up on his offer, and you two lead quite the quiet, peaceful relationship

William was eccentric enough, so you two were glad to lead a quiet life

William did try to make your wedding quite jubilant, but he also couldn't help himself from acting a tragic scene when Vincent claimed you as his bride

"Should you stop him?" Vincent asked, as your guests watched on as William blurted out his sonnets of sorrowful marriage

"I'll leave him," You said. "He doesn't truly mean those words… I think."

[all-about-seggs]

A gift for you :

Rating: Fluff and smut

Pairing: Birthday boy Levi x female reader

Warnings: Cockwarming but other than that it's not much, just an apology to my man bc of my lateness and the short length of this drabble.

The hustle and bustle of the night before you threatened to make you lose your own way as you trudged to the side of the road. Soft tiny patches of snow trickled down the end december sky by the time you reached your destination.

Knocking on the door you waited, breath almost getting stuck in your throat. Even though you've made it this far you had no idea how to go on about your cheesy plan with the most no nonsense person you had ever met or dated at that.

As soon as the door opened you were met with a scowling face of Levi,

"what're your doing here? I thought I told you to use the only few vacations the scouts get to rest up and sleep", mincing no words he got straight to the point making you fidget under his harsh scrutiny.

" Well.... Come on! It's your birthday and you're my boyfriend. Whats wrong in wanting to celebrate ONE day with you in the entire year?", Explaining yourself you carefully looked at his face to check for any reaction but his face held his usually deadpan look .

"*Siiigh* are you a child? I don't celebrate those and it's Christmas so you must have better things to do, you know", despite Levi's complaints he ushered you in his room.

Wanting to make your loved ones happy is far from childish you thought but set the cake you baked him on the table quietly and sat on his perfectly made, unwrinkled bed. Whether it was your nervousness or the fact that you really did end up bothering your boyfriend clawed at your throat, making you unable to utter a word so you just glanced at Levi's form.

He sat on the chair next to the table in his typical delinquent fashion, an arm draped over the back of the chair and one ankle over his knee. Although his look of utter annoyance on his face did nothing to hide it's natual youthfulness it still made him look like a gangster and a smoking hot one too.

"now what? We're just going to sit and stare at each other? If you dont have anything to say I'm kicking you out and let me warn you", his voice dangerously low he pointed straight to the window," the night will freeze your ass".

Wide eyed, you gawked at his coldness that rivaled the temperature outside. Like, you could be delusional and think this is just him being happy or embarrassed but you never had that sort of confidence anyway so you raised your head in a show of determination and with a feigned composure strutted your way towards him. The naughty glint in your eyes made his eyebrows twitch as you placed both your hands on his defined shoulders and brought your lips near his ear from behind.

" So, you want me to do something?", Even with your heart that was drumming against your chest, you managed to keep your voice steady. Levi turned around with a quirked eyebrow and his look of disdain only urged you to be more seductive. Running your hands down to his biceps and all the way to his warm hands, you lace your fingers with his.

" I got you a present, would you like to see it?", Gesturing at the small cake box you beamed happily at him and as soon as you finished he pulled you off of him in one tug and made you stand right next to his sitting form.

" If you want to stuff your face with food then simply say that, no need to be cringey, idiot", with him stitting, you look down at him, the clean scent of soap lingered around, tickling your senses." But, I know were probably thinking about how you wanted to do something for me so I'll atleast give you a nice seat."

His face still had a look of monotony but his hands reaching for his belt suggested something else. You stared at his boldness, the words he spoke were clear, with no hidden innuendos and the speed at which your night was escalating made you get all hot under your collar.

Soon his pant button came undone, revealing the half hardened member underneath. You stood still on the side, hanging off of his every movement not questioning even when he reached for your own pants and sliding them down to your ankles. He casually started pumping his cock to let it harden all the while maintaining eye contact with you. No amount of sensuality could match the eroticisim of his raw actions. He had always been into rough housing and that's exactly what you wanted right now.

" Sit", it's all he said before signalling you with his eyes that went from your face to his erect member. He didn't have to tell you twice as you crossed his lap and lowered your empty cunt on his cock. The lack of lubrication made it a little difficult for you to slide his thick shaft with ease but with a few adjustments to your hips he bottomed out in you soon enough. A few whines slipped past your lips when you came face to face with your boyfriend, breaths mingling with each other's.

" Good job, brat. Now....", Grabbing your bag from the table behind you, he opened the cake box. The heat in your body kept rising and so did the ache of wanting to move your hips wildly but even in your dazed state, you could hear him take it out as your head rested on the crook of his neck, pussy threatening to clench around him.

" You better not move y/n", grabbing you by your head he pulled your torso slightly away from him, " not before I give you my permission", his calm and quiet demeanor was the same as when he was during your work hours. On the corner of your eyes you saw him bring a spoon full of the creamy white cake.

" Open up", placing one hand on the back of your neck he pressed the spoon on your lips. And you knew he wouldn't let you go until you followed his orders first.

[katedrakeohd]

A Very Merry Birthday (5)

[Masterlist]

Hey let's make this a wacky drabble. This week's prompt #80 Stop looking at me like that

Word count: 2000

Cast of characters: Drake, Kate, Preston Davis. (OC)

Rated PG: talk of mature themes, sexual innuendo

Tagging:

@wackydrabbles @darley1101 @sfb123 @mom2000aggie @fluffyfirewhiskey @jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @kingliam2019 @no-one-u-know @nikkis1983 @glaimtruelovealways @texaskitten30 @bbrandy2002 @marshmallowsandfire

..

After exiting the stairway, Drake and Kate make their way down the hall to their room. He looked at her nervously as he dug into his pocket for his room key, "Are we really going through with this threesome thing?"

When they arrive at their door, Kate steps in front of Drake. Cupping his face in her hands she pulls him in for a kiss, her voice low, "Yes, we are. I'm only going to turn 27 once and I want it to be special." 

Drake smirks against her mouth and mumbles as their kisses continue, "What's so special about turning 27?"

Kate caresses the back of his neck and runs her fingers through his hair, "Nothing really, but do you know what?"

"Hmm?"

Kate runs the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, and then licks her own. "I can still taste myself on your mouth and I like it."

Drake presses the room key into her hand and with the other hand goes into his jacket, making sure to slide his palm across her breast before retrieving his phone from the inside pocket. 

"You go on into our room, and I'll give Preston a call."

Kate chuckles, "Be nice to him, and please tell him again that I'm sorry for hurting him."

"I will."

…

Preston is sitting up in bed in his underwear and a t-shirt, with a small bag of ice wrapped in a pillowcase nestled against his groin. The pain had pretty much subsided by this point, but he wanted to make sure there was no chance of swelling. This hadn't been his first blow to the nuts, but knowing how it felt didn't make any time it happened again any less painful. 

Beside him on the bed is a half eaten sandwich on a plate that he had ordered from room service. It was still early in the evening and it bothered him to not have anything to do. If they were back home at Valtoria there would still be another two hours in his work shift. Back at home these were prime party hours and he'd have guests to keep tabs on with his usual crew of guards. If it was a quiet evening with no guests, he'd walk the halls and then patrol the perimeter outside and use the time to go over  the next day's sentry and active guard schedule in his head and get some welcome fresh air.

Once a month there would be an evening poker game amongst the senior staffers, which occasionally the Duke would join in on if the Duchess was away, but mostly it was a fun and casual night for the staff to tell funny anecdotes at their employer's expense. 

Tonight, after clicking through the limited channel options on his room's TV, he had resorted to browsing the social media on his phone. Thankfully the hotel had free wifi. Reaching over he grabs the last part of his sandwich and takes a bite, and then another to finish it. Now that his hand was free he shifted the ice pack to the side and gingerly fondled himself through his underwear. The ice had left him temporarily numb, but there didn't seem to be any unusual swelling so he transferred the ice pack over onto his dinner plate. Laying his phone on his chest he planted his hands on the bed and carefully scooted his ass down the bed so he could lie down on his back. With a sigh he folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. 

After a few minutes of studying the crown moulding and lamenting the Ravenhurst's poor choice of wallpaper, he closes his eyes out of boredom. Out in the hallway he can hear the muffled voices of people approaching his room, expecting them to fade as they pass by. But this time they don't. Listening intently he recognizes the low tones of Drake's voice, and the faint inflection of Kate's laughter. So Mr. and Mrs. Smith, or Jones or whatever are back from their dinner date. Hope they had fun. 

There's the click of a door opening and closing and then the muffled footfalls of someone walking away, punctuated by the creek of the wooden floorboards under the carpet. Preston turns his head to look toward the door, curious. Pulling his hand out from behind his head he reaches for his phone before it can slide off his chest.

 …

Drake shoved one hand in his pocket as he paced back and forth in the hallway, looking down at his phone. Of course it had to be the pocket with Kate's panties in it. He bunches them in his fist and sighs in frustration as he picks Preston's name out of his contact folder. How in the hell do I call someone and invite them to be the third person in a sexual situation? Especially when I really don't want him there in the first place? I could lie to her and say that I asked Preston and he declined. Yeah right, Kate's like a human lie detector and would know I'm not telling the truth. 

He presses the message icon on his screen and then stops to lean against the wall. As awkward a conversation this was about to be, it would be better conducted quietly.

The Duke::   Hi Preston, how are you feeling?

There's a brief pause and then Preston responds,

Preston::  I'm doing ok. How can I help you Sir?

The Duke:: I have an unusual request. You're free to decline if you don't feel up to the task.

Preston:: Ok. That's not suspicious at all. 🤔

The Duke:: First some questions. And again you can choose not to answer if you feel they're too personal.

Preston:: Should I be worried? This isn't some dangerous mission is it?

The Duke:: That all depends on how you behave.

Drake grins to himself and rubs his jaw as he waits for Preston to respond. The seconds tick by and then Preston answers.

Preston:: Are you out in the hall?

The Duke:: yes

A few seconds go by and he hears a door open and he looks up to see Preston pop his head out into the hall. 

"Pssst. Over here," he whispers.

Drake pushes away from the wall and tucks his phone into his back pocket. He looks quickly up and down the hall before walking over to Preston's room. He takes in his underdressed state and then grins at him, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

Preston steps back to let Drake step into the room. "Now I'm really curious."

Drake stands in the middle of the room feeling awkward, knowing he still had to ask the questions he had on his mind. Preston gestures toward the chair for Drake to have a seat, but he shakes his head.

"I'd rather stand." I'm too nervous to sit down. "But you might want to sit."

Preston shrugs and then sits down on the end of the bed. "What's on your mind, Sir?"

Drake doesn't know where to start. Just get the personal questions out of the way, you idiot, before you chicken out.

Taking a deep breath in Drake forces himself to push aside his nerves and decides to sit down after all. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ok, then. Question one. Are you currently in a relationship?"

Preston's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "Uh, no. But why -...?"

Drake holds his hand up to interrupt him, "Just bear with me and then I'll get to the point."

Preston tilts his head, frowning, but crosses his arms and then waits. 

Drake scratches the back of his head, trying to find the words to ask the questions on his mind before he gets to the invitation from Kate.

"Are..are you straight? Gay? Something else?" Drake stammers, feeling anxious.

Preston can't help but laugh, "Are you asking me out on a date Your Grace?"

"I...just answer the question."

Preston shrugs, noting the nervous bounce of Drake's knee and the way he kept averting his eyes. He also couldn't help but notice that his shirt was half unbuttoned already and his hair was slightly messy. "I'm straight...I guess."

Drake looks up, "You guess? Either you are or you aren't.  Stop looking at me like that."

"Well when you get right down to it, these days when you're lonely enough and looking for that kind of pleasure a hole is a hole. If you understand what I mean? Between two consenting adults of course."

Drake wasn't expecting that kind of answer from Preston, and he's suddenly reminded of his own 27th Birthday. But he had one last question before he mentioned the threesome idea. Taking a deep breath he thought about Kate, and how she was expecting Preston to come back with him.

"Well, if you're thinking straight, I want your honest opinion about something."

Preston wasn't sure where this was going, but this had to be the strangest conversation he'd ever had with any boss he's ever had. Was it even ethical to have this kind of conversation? 

"Ok, sure. What do you want to know?"

"How do you feel about my wife?"

Preston wasn't sure how to answer that sort of question without getting a punch to the face. She'd already slapped him and mashed his nuts with her knee, but being the one to escort her to the restaurant had been exciting to say the least. He wasn't sure if he'd interpreted her suggestion correctly, that he should get handsy with her in order to get Drake's attention, or not. Or perhaps he had gone too far. He was certainly confused as to why Drake would show up in his room and start asking personal questions. He decided to keep his answer as ambiguous as possible.

"She's a beautiful woman, and a man would have to be blind not to desire her."

Drake nods, appreciating his answer, "Go on, I think there's more you want to say."

Preston's eyes narrow and he feels uncomfortable with Drake's tone of voice, "If you're trying to lead me on into admitting something as some sort of trap, I'm not falling for it. I was following her orders…"

Again Drake interrupts, "Yes, I get that. What I really want to know is if you enjoyed touching my wife like that?"

Preston carefully considers his answer. Yes, he had liked being able to touch her. But acting like a total ass had earned him a slap and a knee to the groin, and he knew that wasn't acceptable behavior. Kate didn't deserve to be grabbed like that. She had looked like candy wrapped in a red satin bow, and damn she had smelled like it too. He'd love to be lucky enough to have a woman like that. She would be like a gift, one he could unwrap everyday and never get tired of finding the same thing waiting for him on the inside.

"No, I didn't. K...Mrs. Walker shouldn't be touched that way without permission. It was wrong."

Drake's phone chimes and he checks it. He has a text message from Kate.

Kate:: have you asked him yet?

Drake:: getting there, be patient.

Drake looks up from his phone. "Smart answer. Now how would you like the chance to make it right?"

His phone chimes again. 

Preston chuckles, "What do you mean?"

Kate:: this kitty Kat is getting awfully lonely over here, and with an itch that needs to be scratched. It would be a shame if I had to handle it on my own. 😽😈

"Kate...Mrs. Walker, wants me to invite you over to our room. For some fun."

"What sort of fun?"

Drake's phone chimes again.

Kate:: tick tock, Walker. Are you two coming over to play?

"The naked kind."

Preston laughs, "You're right. I do think you're crazy."

Drake stands up. "Well are you in, or not?"

Preston shrugs, "What the Hell, I'm in."

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

I'll definitely take you up on fulfilling burning needs 😉 Can you do Jaskier x Reader of the reader teasing him throughout the day, like heavy flirting, "accidental" touches, pretty much sitting in his lap, changing in front of him, stuff like that? Just to kinda drive him nuts til he snaps cuz he hadn't been picking up on subtle flirting? 😂

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,134Rating: Ta/n: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted reader to be so I tried to keep it fairly ambiguous and neutral.

You and Jaskier had been friends for sometime now. It would surprise people to find that Jaskier, the roving romancer,was capable of a platonic relationship. It had surprised, and disappointed, youas well as you found yourself in intimate moments that could have been more.There were times you’d nearly kissed, you were sure of it. Not just when youwere both drunk and acting foolish but other moments as well. Applying salve toa cut on his brow when he’d gotten into a bar fight you’d felt his eyes on yourface, dipping down to your mouth which was inches from his own. Whilepracticing a new dance that had come into fashion, laughing and twirling aroundlike idiots until you fell into his arms, lips brushing against each other inthe struggle to right yourself, eyes catching and then turning away just asquickly. The tension between you was palpable but something held him back untilfinally one day you decided it was up to you to force its resolution.

You started the same way you’d started inthe past with other attempted conquests. You flirted, gazing at him throughhalf-lidded eyes which only prompted him to ask if you needed a nap. When youcaught him staring at you, quill tapping against your lips as you considered amenu between writing down your inventory, you slowly lowered it, watching hiseyes follow it from your mouth down your neck to your collar bones and downyour chest til it reached the table.

“See something you like?” you askedhuskily. He cleared his throat and announced he would have an ale and then leftto get one for the both of you. When he returned and handed you the cup you letyour fingers linger over his, thumb absentmindedly brushing against his. Whenhe pulled back his hand he returned his focus to his journal, taking a deepdraught of ale before working out a line he’d been stuck on.

When he performs you clap along with thecrowd, eyes seeking his at every turn, returning the wink he sent with one ofyour own. When he stumbles back over to his seat amid thunderous applause youdecide to get a bit bolder and climb up on his lap. He supports you easily, armaround you to keep you centered. You grind against him subtly, pressing upagainst him as you talk to someone nearby, acting as though you were justadjusting yourself for comfort’s sake. You can see a redness creep up his neckand he stiffens with every shift of your weight pressing down against him. Whenyou jump off his lap to get another round of ales it doesn’t miss your noticethat he tries to subtly adjust his waistband. You don’t get the chance to siton his lap again, he keeps his lower half firmly hidden beneath the table butyou continue your attempted seduction in other ways.  When he rests his hand on the table you placeyours on it, tracing the signet ring and entwining your hands. He doesn’t pullaway and puts on a front of being disaffected but you see him glancing down atyour interlinked hands every time you look away.

You’d shared more rooms than not in yourtime traveling together but you could feel something different about thisnight. Jaskier seemed almost nervous as he unlocked the room, missing thekeyhole a couple of times.

“Come now Jaskier, you’re usually so goodat finding holes,” you murmur playfully, not the most subtle innuendo, but ithas the intended affect. He drops the keys and you pick them up, rising slowlyto give him a good view of your body before you slide in front of him and openthe door. Once inside he disposes of the doublet he’s been wearing and begins totake off the boots. You usually walk behind the changing screen to switch intothe night clothes you wear but when you walk out from behind it you are wearingonly the overly large undershirt Jaskier gave you months ago. The fabric barelyskims the top of your thighs. The sleeves are rolled up and the top threebuttons are undone. Your long legs are bare and your feet pat softly across thewooden floor as you approach him. He’s seated on the bed, one boot half-off hisfoot as he stares at you, frozen in place.

“Jaskier,” you say, speaking the word likea term of endearment. He is unblinking as he looks up at you and you enjoy thesight of him below you, arching his beautiful, thick neck to meet your eyes.

“What the fuck,” he speaks the wordssoftly like a prayer.

“Hmm?” you ask.

“What… what are you doing?” he demands,pulling the boot all the way off and then standing and starting to pace aroundthe room.

“What do you want me to do?” you purr. Hespins back to face you and points accusatorily.

“Is this a trick? Are you spelled? Is this– is this one of those things where you’re sucked into your deepest dreams andfantasies and in reality you’re some weathered hag who’s going to pull my lifeout through my cock?” he asks.

“Jaskier calm down,” you say resting yourhands on his shoulders. He squints at you suspiciously but his eyes are pulledback down to your legs and your thighs and all of you.

“I’m going to explain this very slowly soyou understand,” you say, his eyes watching your lips as you speak, “I’mflirting with you.”

His brows furrow into a confused crease.

“Why?” he asks. You blink at him for amoment, wondering how this man can simultaneously be an idiot and also a totalgenius.

“Because I want you,” you reply, just asslowly, moving closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. His handsinstinctively come up to your waist, pressing the fabric in to meet your formand better expose the contours of your body. His eyes glide back up to yours,bright blue darkening with lust.

“Do you want me?” you ask. He scoffs andshakes his head and when he looks back up at you a switch has been flipped. Hepulls you against him roughly, hands possessive as they hold you close,catching your lips between his teeth and pulling you in for a punishing kiss.

“You want to know what I want?” he asks,reaching for the laces of his trousers and loosening them before lifting you bythe thighs and roughly tossing you onto the bed.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly.

“Good,” he says, eyes boldly scanning yourbody, all traces of confusion and timidity gone, “Because I intend to showyou.”

[goodmythicalmoaning]

Audience

Ship(s): Rhink/Chase

Warnings: smut, degrading, praise, poly(?)

Edits. Jumpcuts, voiceovers. All of these things began to take more time as they had to be done more often. Rhett and Link's game had been going on for almost a week and a half before the others started to notice. How could they not? Constant touching, gazes held for too long, sexual innuendos every other minute? The two were a mess, and the office started taking bets. The game was on.

"You alright, Link? You look a little.. flustered." Rhett's words were testing, just as they started with every day. It was a common thing for him to speak with a certain gentle tone when first seeing Link in the mornings. He had dealt with everything from angry Link with a headache to dominant Link playing daddy. Today though, he could physically see the tension which was so familiar to him. The set of his shoulders, always on guard. The slight darkness to his usually bright eyes which came from a near-constant state of pent up lust.

Their rules had been simple. No getting off in any way, and whoever breaks first has to sub for the next week. Link had been about ready to bite the bullet for a few days now, his frustrations leaving him irritable. His pride was much too hard to bite back though. The thought of Rhett teasing him while desperately fucking him too much to allow.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Rhett. You should probably fix your fly though, buddy." Link's voice was slightly thick, all too recognizable to Rhett. The taller of the two turned away from the camera to fix his jeans, annoyed at his body's reaction to the mere presence of his counterpart.

Chase rolled his eyes at the two who were obviously prodding at each other's need.

"Editing this is going to be a nightmare. Should we apologize to them now?" Steve's voice spoke the words which had been rolling around in his mind.

"They'll probably get a nice surprise out of it. Wanna bet they find some way to grind in this video?" Chase's laugh came easy, the anxiety of talking about his boss's relationship long gone in years past.

"Oh they're definitely going to do something to each other." Steve's voice exuded confidence, but Chase didn't waver as his eyes followed their gazes at one another.

"No.. I think that's against their dumb rules. You know this has to be a hard game. I think at least one of them will do something sexual though." Rhett at that moment had looked away from Link and closed his eyes, surely spurred on by something the other had said.

"Twenty bucks and you're on." Stevie said while holding out her hand.

Link ran a hand through his hair, and his restrained shaking could be seen.

"Deal."

"You guys get ready, starting in three... two.. one.." Stevie counted down, watching as the two of them regained their composure. Rhett checked the monitor to make sure his hair wasn't a mess, and Link rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves. Everyone in the office could feel it. That subtle sense of tension when Rhett and Link were feeling frisky.

With a quick quip, and a pause for editing purposes, the boys had begun, falling into their characters with ease. Rhett stumbled slight more than usual, and Link's intense gaze held longer with everything his eyes fell upon. His movements were calculated, more like a robot and less like the clumsy boss Chase had come to know. It made his skin tingle when those blue eyes held his for even a moment. He couldn't fathom how Rhett was getting by with merely a slight stutter.

"Take your time, you'll get there eventually." Link's voice cut through yet another stumble of Rhett's bit. His tone was demeaning, as if he was scolding a child rather than being helpful to his co-worker and best friend. Chase felt his own cheeks get hot, but Rhett's gaze was one of defiance.

"Shut up, Neal." Stevie quickly wrote down a time stamp, on days like these she would help out the editors by writing down where some jump cuts would need to be made. The icy stare Link assessed Rhett with seemed to suck all of the air out of the room.

"Oh calm down, /Rhett/." The name was laced with power, Chase could see Rhett's resolve beginning to fizzle out. Stevie tried to direct them back to the show. For the first time since joining mythical, her request was cast aside, everyone in the studio seemed to hold their breath, waiting for Rhett to make the next move.

"I don't have to take orders from you." If there hadn't been a microphone a few inches from their faces, the others wouldn't have heard it at all.

Chase had to look away, his whole body screamed at him to watch, but their words were too effective. He was afraid of losing the game he wasn't a part of.

"God, this is gay." Stevie spoke just above a whisper, averting her eyes from the tension as if it made her slightly uncomfortable, but she wanted to let them get it out. She couldn't stand this for another day.

Link responded by turning in his chair, the slight difference in their height didn't matter when he was like this. His entire body radiated control. Nobody missed the slight whimper from Rhett when Link quietly spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

"Is that right?" Chase closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the slight southern drawl. He didn't notice that Rhett did the same. "Well.. that's too bad, then."

At those words, all hell broke loose. Link stood up, and braced his hand on the back of Rhett's chair, now looking down at the taller man. Stevie stood up, and began signaling to other crew members, having them shut off cameras quickly and get out. Chase, in that moment, lost his cool. A soft whine left his mouth while Rhett began to plead with Link, and the other crew members filled out.

"Well, Rhett. It seems we have an audience."

Chase's eyes snapped open wide, taking in the even gaze of power now directed at him. It was as if the very core of his being was starting to feel the temperature drop.

"I'm sorry, guys. I know this is really inappropriate, I should go." Chase surprised himself at being able to manage getting through the apology and halfway to the door before Link called out to him.

"Stop."

It was impossible for the younger not to follow the direct order, hell he would have dropped to his knees had Link been bold enough to ask.

"Turn around." It was as if a force outside of himself compared the boy to follow the simple instruction. The attention that both of his bosses gave caused his knees to nearly buckle.

Rhett was painfully aware of how much need thrummed through his body as Chase approached with a slightly trembling lip.

"I said I was sorry, Link." Link waved off the apology, and for the first time that day, he truly took in the appearance of the younger, even taking in a few details he had never considered before. His fingers slowly traced Chase's soft jaw, woeking their way into the hair just sprouting from his scalp. Rhett's soft whimper of jealousy was silenced with a hand gesture.

"I'll get to you in a moment." Link had never sounded more comfortable in Chase's opinion. He couldn't catch a stutter or slur in speech. The man was truly in his element.

Link's hand tightened in Chase's hair, sending tingles of pain and pleasure through him. Link admired how he was seeing the pleasure from the angle above for once.

"Do you want to say and watch us?" Chase barely caught the question while he followed Link's eyes over his body, slightly breathless at where his gaze would linger.

"Yeah, I uh.. I would." He couldn't come up with anything more. Not while Rhett's hand had began running over his own body, undoing shirt buttons with ease.

"Try again." Link's voice was demanding, the tone alone telling Chase what he already knew. The tone told him Link was in charge, and Chase was a toy to be played with.

"Ye-es sir." One of his knees did buckle when Link released the grip on his scalp, and turned to his lover.

Rhett resembled a puppy getting attention for the first time. He was beside himself in a way Chase had never seen. For once his height didn't make him look powerful. The lanky arms and legs left him looking slightly awkward. He looked like a man who needed to be told what to do, how to do it. Rhett was truly a puppet only existing for Link to pull the strings.

"Look at you, sittin' all nice n' pretty for me." Link took on a different tone with Rhett. Slightly less harsh. Chase was still shaking from the attention he had gotten.

The small boy flopped down in his chair, not caring that he made noise. Some part of him was just hoping to hear Link speak to him again.

"I am. I've been good." Rhett's voice was different as well. Almost childlike in the way he spoke. He was stating a fact to his counterpart. Chase thanked god for the lights shining on them, illuminating the lust and need within Rhett's eyes.

"One.." Link began to count, and Chase began to feel a sense of panic. He knew action would come behind the numbers, but he didn't know what to do about it.

Rhett wordlessly nodded, standing to let his shirt slide from his shoulders.

"Two.." Link's voice took the malicious tone again, his gaze falling on Chase from the few yards away which separated them. A look of amusement flashed across his face at the sudden panic reflected on Chase's.

"Three."

Rhett had already sucked off his jeans, leaving his underwear on as he stood patiently waiting for the attention to shift back to him. This seemed like another game to them, but no one had informed Chase of the rules.

"Looks like your time is up, Chase, and you didn't give me what I wanted."

[emmerrr]

if your'e still taking prompts. how about a pynch au with adam as a massage therapist and ronan as regular and they chat during their appointments ft. adam freaking out about ronan's tattoo and back muscles and ronan freaking out about adam's hands until adam is just like.....here's my personal number i'll do it for free.

I’m so sorry this took so long thank you for your patience! also I have never done a trc au before so how dare you drag me out of my comfort zone lmao. I tried, I hope it’s okay!

also this is the last prompt in my inbox, high five for getting shit done! let’s just ignore the two that I had to apologise for not being able to do (again I’m sorry to those anons!). I think if I offer up prompts again I might have to get people to pick from a list or something so that it’ll be something I know I can do and no one ends up disappointed. you live and learn. anywho, onto the prompt. this was meant to be shorter but it got away from me because, hello, of course it did, it’s me and my lack of self-control. so I’ve just posted the first scene here but the whole thing is on ao3 here.

(disclaimer: I know nothing about massage therapy or how muscles work and I did zero research so please forgive me, I am but a humble, lazy fic writer).

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“Adam, your two o’ clock’s here. Shall I send him in?”, Henry’s voice crackles through the intercom, startling Adam out of a daydream.

Adam’s just returned from his lunch-break following back-to-back appointments since 8am, and he’s got another packed afternoon in store for him despite the fact that what he’d really like to do is go home and sleep for a thousand years.

If only.

He sighs, then clicks the button on the intercom. “Sure, Henry. Send him on through.”

“You got it, boss.”

In the remaining minute or so he has, Adam pulls up the appointment details and runs through it briefly just to remind himself. It’s a first-timer, a Ronan Lynch, complaining of back discomfort. Other than a date-of-birth (he’s just a few months younger than Adam), that’s about all the information Adam has on his newest patient; an incomplete file even by Henry’s lax standards.

Knuckles rapping on the door-frame draw Adam’s attention and he looks up, then momentarily freezes at the specimen crowding his doorway. The man he’s faced with is tall and broad-shouldered and surly looking but in a hot way, his hair shaved short, dressed entirely in black from the beat-up leather jacket to the intimidating boots. Adam realises his jaw has slackened and fallen open, no doubt making him look like a gormless idiot, so he quickly pulls himself together.

He fixes his best patient smile in place. “Mr. Lynch, is it?”

The man grunts and steps into Adam’s office. “Ronan,” he says.

“Ronan,” Adam amends, and he stands up and holds his hand out towards him. “I’m Adam Parrish, I’ll be your massage therapist for today.”

Ronan eyes Adam’s outstretched hand for just a little too long to be comfortable, but then he does begrudgingly shake it. Adam gestures to the chair opposite his desk and Ronan sits down and crosses his arms. Huffily. Adam’s smile starts to slip; a disgruntled patient first thing after lunch seems like a bad omen for a long and arduous afternoon.

Adam sits at his desk and glances at his computer where Ronan’s file is still open on the screen. “I’m a bit lacking on your details, I’m afraid,” he says. “I’d just like to check a few things with you if that’s okay?”

Ronan shrugs which irks Adam, but he takes it as permission to ask anyway. “The problem’s just listed as ‘back discomfort’ here, but are there any outlying circumstances I should be aware of?”

“Like what,” Ronan says.

“Like is it being caused by an injury, for example, be it recent or old.”

“No.”

“Okay…” Adam types this into the file. “Is the pain constant, or just sometimes?”

“It’s not constant. But it’s often.”

“What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I run a farm.”

“Oh, right, okay. Lots of heavy lifting then, I reckon.”

“You reckon right,” Ronan says dryly. He’s not looking at Adam, but rather letting his gaze dart around the room, taking everything in. He keeps darting glances at the massage table, something akin to suspicion in his gaze. It’s a little bit endearing, actually.

“You’re, uh, you’re supposed to lift with your legs, you know,” Adam can’t resist saying.

“Oh really?” Ronan says sarcastically, but there is the tiniest hint of a smile on his face and he locks his eyes on Adam’s for the first time since entering the office. “They teach you that in massage therapy school?”

“They do actually,” Adam replies matter-of-factly, rewarded with Ronan’s brief snort of laughter.

“Hey, is this place even like, fucking legit?” Ronan asks abruptly.

“What do you mean by that?” Adam says, although he’s pretty sure he knows where Ronan’s doubt is coming from.

“I dunno, it sort of seems all… new agey and shit.”

“It is ‘new agey and shit’,” Adam says, air-quoting with as much derision as he can muster. The place is run by psychics after all; tarot readings and all-sorts go on here. But also, acupuncture, there’s a spa, and massage, which is where Adam comes in. “You don’t need to be worried though. I’m a certified massage therapist. I’ll even show you my certificate and everything.”

Ronan regards him evenly but then shrugs. “Nah, man, I’ll take your word for it.”

 “Thanks for that glowing display of support,” Adam says with a magnanimous smile. “Alright, one more question. What made you book an appointment?”

“My friend made me,” Ronan says, looking like a petulant child with his arms still crossed. “I’m here under duress.”

Adam laughs lightly. “Okay, well—hang on, wait…” he trails off because this is starting to sound familiar. “You’re not Gansey’s friend, are you? Richard Gansey?”

“So he’s mentioned me,” Ronan replies, sounding resigned.

“Yeah, like six months ago! He said he had a friend who was a farmer with a bad back and that he was trying to get him to come and see me.”

Ronan smiles wryly and does jazz-hands. “And here I am.”

Adam shared a couple of classes with Gansey in college and managed to strike up a friendship that had endured long past graduation. Despite life pulling them in different directions, they still make the effort to meet up every month or so to catch up in person, and it was one of these occasions that Gansey had mentioned his farmer friend. Now, Adam shakes his head at Ronan. Based on the limited information he has and everything he’s assuming from the two minutes since Ronan’s been in his office, he reckons that it’s been six months because that is literally how long Gansey took to convince Ronan to come. He’s probably only here now because his pain has worsened. Not to mention that he’s probably in more pain than he says he is.

All in all, it’s a good thing he’s here. Adam is very good at what he does.

“Alright then, Ronan. Take your jacket and shirt off and lie down on the massage table for me?”

It looks like it physically pains him to do so, but Ronan starts to do as he’s asked, albeit with plenty of grumbling under his breath. Adam returns his attention to his computer so that Ronan doesn’t feel scrutinised and only looks back over when Ronan has made himself comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as he can get.

Adam gets to his feet and heads over and is unable to stop the slightly awed, “Oh!” that falls from his mouth.

“What?” Ronan asks, a little muffled thanks to his face currently being in the face-hole of the massage table.

“Your tattoo,” Adam says. “It’s beautiful.”

“… Thanks,” Ronan mutters, and Adam can’t see his face but thinks he sounds a bit guarded; perhaps the tattoo is a touchy subject. It covers the entire expanse of Ronan’s back, creeping up his neck and over his shoulders. It’s all swirling vines and claws and beaks and flowers, and things Adam’s not sure he even has a name for. He thinks he could look at it for hours and not get bored. Then he remembers that he actually has a job to do, and forces his attention into doing that job.

“Try and relax for me,” Adam says.

“I’m perfectly fucking rela—Jesus fuck, Parrish, give a guy some warning!” Ronan exclaims when Adam first touches him, flinching so hard that it almost makes Adam jump.

Adam’s half-exasperated, half-amused by the theatrics. “Me telling you to relax was your warning. What did you think was going to happen?”

“Yeah, alright. You just took me by surprise.” He sighs. “Okay, go.”

Adam rests his hands flat on Ronan’s back near his shoulder-blades to acclimatise him to Adam’s touch. Gradually, the tension Ronan’s holding starts to loosen, and Adam gets to work.

He doesn’t say much; just works away at the knots seizing in Ronan’s muscles, and there’s a lot of them. Occasionally he asks Ronan a question about how he’s feeling, if it’s uncomfortable or painful, and Ronan grunts a response. But on the whole it’s quiet. Adam can usually tell when a patient wants conversation and when they’re just counting down the minutes until it’s over and Ronan definitely falls into the latter category. At least for now.

When the session is over, Adam steps back while Ronan puts his top back on, surreptitiously getting one last glance at that glorious tattoo and the very nice back it sits on.

“How was that?” Adam asks.

“It wasn’t terrible,” Ronan allows, which Adam is happy to take as a win.

“Did you want to book another appointment? Regular treatment would do wonders for you. There’s only so much I can do in one session, particularly as you obviously lead a very physical life.”

Ronan raises his eyebrows at that and smirks, and Adam prays his ears aren’t turning pink. He didn’t mean to imply any innuendo so he’s just gonna slide straight on past like nothing happened.

After a moment Ronan finally replies, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

“A wise decision,” Adam says sagely, then leads Ronan out of his office and down to the welcome desk, where Henry is ‘busy’ playing solitaire on his computer. He looks up at their approach and smiles widely. “Henry, could you book Mr. Lynch in for next week, please?”

“Absolutely,” Henry says, and there’s a knowing edge to his voice that Adam doesn’t trust for a second. Henry taps away on his appointments spreadsheet and hums thoughtfully. “Next Thursday at…3? Any good?”

“That works,” Ronan says, and he’s gruff and grumpy again.

Henry writes the details down on a card and hands it to Ronan. “Then I guess we’ll see you next week, Mr. Lynch.”

“I guess you will.” Ronan gives Adam one last look, then he nods and walks out the door.

“I like him,” Henry says when Ronan’s gone. “He’s stoic.”

“He’s something alright,” Adam says absently, and Henry waggles his eyebrows.

“Think you’ve got yourself a new regular?”

“Fuck me, I hope so.”

“Adam Parrish!” Henry says delightedly. “I thought you were a professional.”

“I am a professional,” Adam says, and he plasters on a smile, feeling lighter than he has all day. “Send in my 2:30 please, Henry.”

Henry salutes. “You got it, boss.”

“And stop calling me that.”

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