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bandgie · 1 year ago

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Poor Baby

Idol!Bangchan x sexworker!reader

a/n: a lot of you guys asked for a part two of this post and I will provide!

synopsis: You need to make end meet with your bills. When your boss gives you a huge opportunity to make big money, you hop at it (even if it impacts your dignity). Lucky for you, your favorite customer happens to be coming in that day.

cw: 18+ MDNI, glory holes, PIV, no protection (use it!), fingering, oral (f!receiving), pussy slapping, cursing, cock drunk reader, reader is called Nyx/Chris is called Koala, mentions of Lee Know, cum eating, Chris is more confident this time, Chris is called 'daddy' and he plays into it, brief mentions of sub-space, idk that's it

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"I dunno, sounds too risky," you bite your fingernails as you speak. The offer is a good one, triple your hourly and bonus tips. You were on the verge of not being able to make rent, but your boss literally put this opportunity in your lap. Had you been a higher rating girl, you wouldn't have to resort to being a gloryhole.

"Okay I see what you mean," he starts, "but it's only for the weekend. Five hours tops! I'll give you a 20 minute break in the middle of it." Your boss looks at you with expecting eyes. You would take the deal in a heartbeat, but it goes against the only rule you have. "I don't feel safe letting my clients raw dog me. What if they get me sick?"

Your boss shakes his head profusely, "No! Come on Nyx, you know I wouldn't let that happen to any of my girls. They'll take the test to see if they're clean in advance. I get it, it goes against your morals or whatever, but it's big money. Huge! People with names are going to come, literally, and I know you need this more than ever. It's why I came to you first."

You sigh, looking down at the hands in your lap. He's right, and he's a good boss. You have a good job, nice coworkers, and a boss who genuinely looks after you. That's hard to find in this business. After all, you do need the money. Doing this gig for the weekend will help tremendously, and you might even afford to take a few days off.

Finally, you nod. "Yeah I guess you're right. When should I show up?"

It was a lot sooner than you had anticipated. You and the other girls weren't allowed to know who was coming. Like your boss said, they were well-known, so they preferred to keep their identity a secret. That part did make you a little nervous if you're being honest, but you found comfort in knowing that they wouldn't be able to see you.

It would be better this way. Have half your body in a wall, legs open, let the dude use you until he cuts in mere minutes, and get on with the next. Men cum easily, especially when they used women like a fleshlight. Perhaps time will go fast like that, and you could start planning on what you can do on your mini vacation.

So here you were, upper body laid on a small bed chest down with a bar in front for support. Your lower body was out through the hole, legs standing for support. It was slightly uncomfortable, but you could manage. Other women were in different positions all around you, some higher and some lower. Your boss and a few of other workers helped lube you up. You're thankful for that because you know damn well the men coming in would just rail into you.

A few minutes passed before you could hear shuffling, murmurs, the unbuckling of pants. You tensed in anticipation. You were grateful they couldn't see you, but not being able to see them was an entirely different story. You gasped when you felt fingers explore your folds. They were impatient, violating, and too harsh. You bit your lower lip from barking at the man, trying to think of all the cash you'd be swimming in soon.

It's just for the weekend.

Chris found himself, once again, in front of your establishment. He had already gone though the club, the secret sunflower door, the code. The only difference was that he was accompanied by none other than the person who told him about this sex club, Lee Know. They both wore disguises, face masks and hats to conceal their face.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this again," Chris groans. Lee Know only smiles and laughs. Minho pats him on the back, "You're the one that agreed. Plus they have something special going on. You'll like it." Chris follows Minho from the main floor of the sex club and into the back. It's the familiar path to where he met you, but way further back.

Christopher would be lying if he wasn't anticipating on meeting you again. It's embarrassing, but he jerks himself off at the thought of you. The way you feel, the way you taste, how patient you were with him. He would rather die than tell Minho about you, he would get teased until the end of days. It's silly to think he'd see you here, but he can't help but hope.

"Something special? Is that why I had to get tested for STD's?" Chris questions. Rather than giving a verbal answer, Minho hums. He didn't have to do that before the session with you, and you let him go raw. Maybe it's only for special event, he thinks.

Chris and Minho approach a booth with a person inside. She wears a plastic smile on her face, hair done perfectly and acrylic nails. "Names please?" Her voice is almost drained out by the moans and slapping sounds coming from the other side. It's just a curtain that covers it, so all sounds can be heard.

A blush quickly finds its way to Chris's face and ears. He's so flustered that Minho has to answer, "Koala and Rino." The lady in the booth seems completely dismissive about what's going on behind the curtain. She looks through a few pages before nodding, "Ah I see you right here. Please enjoy your time, the session ends in about 2 hours."

Lee Know nods in response and grabs Chris by the sleeve the drag him behind the curtain. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn't even comprehend the sight at first. Men were covered in sweat, pants completely down. Cum was stained below where the women were placed. The smell was strong, and it made Chris grimace.

He turned to Minho, expecting the same reaction. Instead, Minho was looking as if he was at heaven's gates. "Isn't it beautiful?" Chris stays quiet rather than answering. Minho walks further in and Christopher trails behind. The women have only their lower body sticking out, some in doggy others in missionary position.

Chan has only seen glory holes in porn, never even considering seeing one in person.

"So here," Minho points at the wall above one of the women, "is the name of the hole. They don't provide pictures, which sucks. If you see a name you like or know, you just basically fuck it. Cum in it, don't come it. Touch it, don't. The main rule is to not reach in the cut out. Keep your hands to what's exposed, or you'll get kicked out. They're pretty strict when it comes to shit like this."

Chris doesn't bother asking how Lee Know knows so much, it's in his name afterall. "I dunno," Chris tentatively looks around the room. Other men seem to have face masks on, but some don't. He can recognize people form TV, the news, even some older politicians. Lee Know sighs, "Bro, they don't care about you. No offense. They're just here to get their dick wet and leave. It's only gay if you make eye contact."

Lee Know's joke lightens the mood, and Chris finds himself laughing alongside him. They did pay a pretty dime to be here for the special event, he might as well enjoy it. The two men go off in their separate ways not long after. It feel weird for Chris to window-shop like this, almost uncomfortable. It's not until he comes across a familiar name that makes his heart skip.

Nyx, he almost sings. You have your ass out at the height of his hips. He takes a few steps closer as if he couldn't believe it's actually you. Chris takes note of your of your swollen clit, the gaping hole, the cum that drips down your thighs. Without thinking, he reaches out his ands to rub your ass. Not sexually, but more in a comforting way. He can tell this takes you by surprise because you jolt.

"Poor baby," he says sympathetically. It's not loud enough for you to hear, but he can't help but want to console you. From the description he read of you before, he thought this was the last place you'd be. His hands stay soft, and he finds himself kneeling. He can feel the wet floor staining his pants, but he doesn't care.

To put on a show, you wiggle your ass for him. You think the man behind you is going to shove himself in, but you feel a hot tongue. You gasp as the sensation. Since you first clock in, no one had eaten you out. You honestly didn't expect anyone to. You're covered in other men's cum, who in their right mind would consider such a thing?

Chris would, in a heartbeat. If it's to soothe you, he would do anything. He feels like he owes you something. Sure he paid you after the last interaction, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. Tasting men's cum isn't pleasant, but hearing your muffled moans though the walls was worth it.

It reminds him of last time, how desperate you sounded with his mouth on you. He wished you could see his face, watching as your mouth twisted in pleasure. Even now, he's still wishing for the same. His mask is pulled down under his chin while he devours you. Your legs struggle to keep you up right, but you stay on your tiptoes.

You can hear him slurping behind you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread. His tongue flicks over your bud and goes back to teasing your entrance. You could feel your arousal seeping out, and that seems to spur him on more. Your hands grip the bar above the bed, and you so desperately want to grip his hair instead.

Despite being here for three hours, you haven't came. You've gotten close to finishing, but men always finished before you did. It left you frustrated, yearning. You pray that the man eating you keeps going until you cum, but you know better than to hope for that. Instead, you try to grind against his face with what little movement you have.

"Shit. You like that baby?" You hear him ask. His voice is vaguely familiar, a twist of a distinct accent you swear you've heard before. You nod though he can't see. "Fuck yes. Don't stop," you moan. Perhaps it wasn't smart to command the client to please you, it's the other way around after all. To your surprise, he keeps going. He has his tongue dip inside your pussy, feeling your smooth walls.

It's so unbelievably sexy of him to eat you out. He must look humiliating; on his knees, sucking out the cum of other men into his mouth, the filthy sounds that leave his throat. He's eating you like he's never had a good meal in his life, like he missed your pussy. His tongue is experienced too, and you can't help but think this is also familiar.

That recognizable knot in your stomach gathers, and you begin shaking. If he pulls away now, you think, I'll quit. You don't even have to tell him you're close, he can feel how you tighten around his tongue. He quickly pulls away and shoves a finger inside before you could complain. It's difficult to eat you out now that his finger is in the way, but he can use his other hand to replace his mouth.

Chris rubs your clit in circles while he pumps you with his other finger. You squeal at the impact, feeling how his hand meets your ass when he goes deep. Your toes curl, eyes roll back to your head, and loudly moan when you cum on his fingers. It's been so long, so long since you've cum from a client. The last time was with that Koala guy, the one with the...accent.

Realization hits you quickly. You don't even have the chance to say anything with how he finger fucks you through your orgasm. "Wait! wait wait wait..." Chris immediately stops when he hears you. He gently removed his hand from you and you almost fall limp. His hands catch your waist and he keeps you up.

"Are you okay?" His voice is full of concern, full of care. Yeah, that can only be one person. You laugh breathlessly, body still quivering from your recent orgasm. "Shit Koala. How long has it been? Like three months?" You imagine he's choked up, unable to answer you. You've had a lot of customers, and it's impossible to remember them all. Koala, however, has left quite the impression on you.

He laughs awkwardly, "Something like that yeah. Uh...how ya been?"

You blow a raspberry and chuckle, "I don't think I'm in a position for a little reunion. You came here to fuck no?" Chris is a little stunned with your words, but agrees. "Yes. Well no. I mean yes, but not like-" he keeps rambling. You take pity on him and decide to take the lead, "No no I get it. You came here to fuck my pussy right?"

Chris feels like his face is on fire. He wish he could deny it, but he can't. He did come here with hopes of seeing you, to feel you again. Sure he could have fucked any girl here, but how could he when he knew you were here. All pretty and prepped for him. "What if I said yes?" he teases. "Would that make you happy?"

It's surprising to hear Koala tease you back, but you're more than happy to oblige. "Hmm...maybe. It's been a while since you've fucked me, might not be as good as before." Chris laughs, hands squeezing your ass, "I think you know you're lying to yourself. Got you cummin' on my tongue in minutes. Imagine what I could do with my cock."

His confidence has you horny. Before, he was pliant and submissive. He's a totally different man now, who knows what happened in three months. It could also be the fact that he can't see you properly, so it gives him some courage to be bold. No matter, you find it beyond attractive.

"All this talking and no fucking," you complain. "Maybe you are rusty."

In all honesty, Chris hasn't really fucked after you. He rarely did in the first place, but he genuinely thinks no one can compete with your cunt. He knows you're joking with him, but it still makes him nervous. Three months is a long time, he might have lack in some aspects now that he's the one taking control.

Still, he's given such a golden opportunity to show you that he can please you. Chris's grip on your ass tightens for a brief second before he grabs ahold of the base of his cock. It's already hard, red from screaming at Chris to put it in. He uses one hand to guide his cock into your abused hole and the other to rub soothing circles on your waist.

You can't help but smile. It doesn't how dirty he can talk or act, he's still a gentleman at heart. The nearly forgotten stretch makes you whimper when he puts his tip in. His cock is hot and can easily slide in with no problem. Despite that, he still take his time. Chris really wants you to feel how you pussy stretches around him, how he can glide against your warm walls.

Your knuckles turn while from gripping the bar so hard. You almost want to scream at him to hurry up and fuck you. Instead, you find yourself whimpering the contact. Your hips move against him to try and slip his dick in. It works a little, feeling his cock roughly an inch deeper. You can hear him moan behind the wall, a breathy higher pitched whine that makes your cunt wetter by the second

"You still sound so pretty," you whisper. You doubt he can hear you from the other men and women fucking, but he does. Little did you know, that he has his ear against the wall. Chris just needs to hear how you sound, what noises you make. He knows he must look so pathetic, and he's grateful that Lee Know is no where in sight.

Finally, he fills you up completely with his girth. Your legs twitch and squeeze together at the intrusion. You can feel the tingles that travel up and down your body from pleasure. Whimpers and moans leave you lips when he starts thrusting. You're thankful for the wall that separates you two. Before, you had tried to remain professional. Now you can be as loud as you please without worrying. Well...that's what you think at least.

The combined feeling of your soft pussy and beautiful moans break Chris's sanity. Both of his hands grip your sides so he could bring you to meet his thrusts. It's so loud and wet, he thinks you two must be the loudest in the room. Chris loves watching as your cunt drools on his cock, leaving strings of arousal on your ass and his thighs.

You're on the verge on tears letting this man fuck you relentlessly. It feels so indescribably amazing, you let your mouth hang open. "Oh fuucckk," Chris hears you groan. Heat and pleasure remain in your lower stomach, slowly building. It's torture with how it feels like too much and not enough all at once.

You find yourself wishing you could use your hand to rub your clit, but the wall prevents that. instead, you try grinding your thighs together tightly for stimulation. It works, but at the cost of choking Koala's dick. He whimpers, almost pained from the sudden tightness. He moves his hands to the inner parts of your thighs and spreads them open in response.

"Gonna break my fuckin' cock," he mumbles, lightly laughing. Chris resumes his thrusts, but he notices the constant moving of your hips. So much so that he even slips out momentarily. He thinks that it's getting too much for you, but the way you're begging for him to shove it back in says otherwise.

"What's the matter baby?" His voice is light. His strokes are softer now, giving you the ability to speak properly. You take a few heavy breaths before answer, "Touch me." You sounds so desperate, so out of your character that Chris almost wants to tease you further.

Almost.

He concludes that you must be getting close, just wanting to extra rubbing to really get off. Chris grants your wish and uses his fingers to rub circles on your clit. Your reaction is immediate, bucking and crying out in gratitude. Chris smiles fondly at how your body replies to his touch. Now he can tease you without feeling guilty.

"What do you saaayy?" He speaks in a sing-songy voice. Had you been fully cognitive, you would've cursed him. You headspace isn't working though, and you find yourself expressing your appreciation quickly. "Thank you daddy. Thank you thank you. I needed it sooo bad."

The pet name throws him off, making him stutter his hips for a split second. Chris deeply blushes at the term, unsure if he hates it or loves it quite yet. "Yeah? You like daddy's big cock in you?" He decides to test it out. Maybe it's because you're beginning to enter the sub-space zone, but you cum unexpectedly on his dick.

Chris feels you twitch around him and convulse. There was no warning, save for how creamy his length had gotten from your excitement. He almost praised you for how beautifully you painted his cock. Chris pulled himself in and out of you slowly to watch the white substance spread.

You couldn't stop moaning, fully crying from the orgasm. You normally had a good gauge on when you could cum and how to prolong it, but Koala had proven to fuck you up in more ways than one. You body shook and hugged his cock practically lovingly. Feeling him slide his dick slowly inside of you only make you wail louder.

Once Chris felt like you had come down enough, he fucked you with intent. He doesn't know how he was able to last this long, but he's chasing his own orgasm now. You can do nothing else but to take it. You groan everything he hits your deep, tip touching your womb. You can feel your cream dripping down your thighs.

This only encourages Chris more to finish. He wants nothing more than to mix your arousals together. Chris throws his head back and groans, letting his dick settle fully inside you when he cums. Hot spurt bursts in your tummy and you moan at the warmth. You usually detest having clients cum in you, the clean up was irritating. Koala, however, is an exception. He's invited to cum where he pleased when it comes to you.

Hearing him though the walls is bliss, and you wish you could see his face. He's probably still wearing that stupid mask, you think.

Chris lets himself give a few more good thrusts before pulling out, leaving you empty. He uses his thumb to spread your pussy lips to look at how your cunt pools his cum out. He hums at the sight, and gives your pussy a slap. You jolt and yelp at the contact, still sensitive.

"Guess I'll take you answer as a yes," he suddenly says.

Rather than leaving, Chris keeps massaging his cum and your own around your lower lips. You sigh contently as you feel him explore your folds. He's not doing it hard enough to give intense pleasure, but enough to feel soothing. It must be a mess down there, but Chris is entranced by the sight.

He so distracted that he didn't hear Lee Know's footsteps coming at the side of him. It's not until Chris feels his presence that he turns. They make eye contact for a moment before Chris straightens up, wiping his wet hands on the wall. The men have a silent exchange of words before Chris withdrawals his hands from you.

Before you can protest, Koala gives you brief reassurance. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You hear his footsteps leave along with another pair of feet. His sudden departure leaves you feeling somewhat cold, but you quickly dismiss the feeling. It's business, nothing personal. It's something you've had to remind yourself for years working this job. This particular instance, though, leaves you more than just your pussy empty.

"See you tomorrow," Lee Know mocks Chris's earlier words on the way home. Chris has no choice but to put up with Lee know antics. He keeps rubbing in his face how he got to fuck five different girls while Chris only did one. Not that it really matters to Chris, but he knows that Lee Know is much more aware of his little crush now.

After finishing up his laughter, Lee Know throws an arm over Chris's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you man. But I was right you know. That you would like it." Chris can't help but smile upon seeing his friend's cheesy expression. "Yeah yeah, whatever," he playfully rolls his eyes.

"But really," Lee Know questions, "You'd be down to go again? Just for her?" Chris stops walking for a second to think, eyes up to the sky. The night is clear, stars and moon shining down on them. He doesn't know you well, only that your pussy and his cock belong together. Going to that club often would hurt his wallet over time, but he's starting to think that it may be worth it.

"Yeah, just for her."

a/n: really hope you liked it! feedback is appreciated. I am not planning on making a third part to this imma be honest, but I might write an epilogue if it's highly requested.

update!: third part here

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whumper-whimsy · 2 years ago

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Back home P2

part 1

EXPLICIT NONCON (sex/kissing, etc), kidnapping, ransom, abuse, pet whump, nsfwhump, guns, caretaker × whumpee

Whumpee laid limply with their head in Whumper's lap, waves of horror sinking into them fully. The van's engine hummed noisily around the both of them, drowned out only by Whumper's words.

"I'm so happy to have you back... it's been ever so lonely without you. I've got everything prepared for you at home." Whumper hadn't stopped talking since they had dragged whumpee into the back of the vehicle with them. "My sweet pet... it's gonna be so nice to have you around again."

Whumper grabbed their chin for the tenth time, tilting it up to look into their eyes. Whumpee would've flinched away if they were able.

"Ghh-"

"Scared, huh?" Whumper fake-pouted. "Poor thing. I wish you could talk so i could hear you beg~ Oh well, I suppose we'll save that for later. Drugs should be wear off anytime." Whumper dropped whumpee's head, resituating their hands in their hair.

The van's engine quieted. They were at whumper's place. Whumpee let out a weak cry, the best they could at the moment.

"Oh, that's adorable~" Whumper gushed. They picked Whumpee up swiftly, holding them against their larger body. "You're nice and warm, arent you?"

"Nnh-" Whumpee managed, regaining some of their movement. They curled their fingers in halfway, lifting their head just an inch.

Whumper ignored their protest, walking out the back of the van as their henchmen opened the back doors. Whumper carried them all the way up the sidewalk leading to their large house.

"Nnnuh..." Whumpee slurred. "Nuh... no..."

"Babbling, hm? Cute." Whumper walked slowly through the familiar house towards the bedroom. "How long has it been since Caretaker rescued you, love? A year? Little over?"

"Agh," Whumpee huffed as Whumper brought them into the lavish bedroom, setting them on the bed. "Cae-a'er. Need Caretaker..."

"Not anymore. You have me again." Whumper said sweetly, lowering Whumpee. Whumpee realised with a jolt that they were being put in their cage.

"No," they cried, finding themself clinging to Whumper. This only made the taller laugh, standing up with whumpee still in their arms.

"You wanna stay with me?" Whumper teased, bringing them to the bed instead. They leaned over whumpee, grinning. "I suppose we'll get reacquainted then, hm?"

"No, stop-" Whumpee whimpered, now able to kick at them. "Please, no..."

Whumper only smiled wider, grabbing a collar out of their pocket- whumpee's collar. "Sit pretty for me, will you?" Whumper snapped it around their throat, tightening it just a little too much.

"Get off of me," Whumpee panted, their heart beating out of their chest. "I want Caretaker, please!"

"Are you gonna be this difficult all night? You know I can correct those behaviors with a couple of my tools, right?" Whumper ran their hand under Whumpee's shirt, their long fingers cold and uncomfortable against their torso. "Caretaker has undone so much of my hard work, haven't they? It's alright, sweet thing. Ill get your mind rewired in no time."

"Caretaker is coming to get me," Whumpee summoned their courage to retort. "They'll be here soon and beat the shit out of you and bring me home."

Whumper let out an amused laugh, smoothing whumpee's ruffled hair with one hand and pulling their shirt up further with the second. "Im sure they will, love. For now, I'll get you started with nice little treat..."

Whumpee shivered as whumper's finger ran under the waistband of their sweatpants.

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Caretaker blinked awake, flinching when the bright light of their living room ceiling shone into their eyes. They rolled to their side with a groan and were met with the sight of the barrel of a gun.

"Goddamn-" they cried, sitting up. The gun's muzzle whacked them right in the cheekbone, knocking them back down.

A man in a dark uniform stood over them, pushing his gun against Caretaker's chest. "Stay exactly where you are, or ill put a bullet through your heart."

"Hey, hey!" Caretaker raised their palms innocently. "What's-"

All at once, memories from hours earlier flooded their mind. They looked around at their living room, spotting two uniformed women that were also armed.

"Where is whumpee?" Caretaker asked, leaning back against the couch so the gun didn't jab so violently into their chest.

"With whumper," the man told them and checked his watch, "who should've been here a while ago."

"Oh, god..." Caretaker whispered, biting their inner lip to stall the anxiety rebuilding itself in their chest. "Why's whumper coming back?"

"You'll find out when they arrive. Just stay put and nobody gets hurt." The man poked the gun at their chest again.

So caretaker slumped back against the couch, their mind racing a mile a minute.

What if whumpee's not okay? What's whumper doing? Why are they late? Are they hurting whumpee now? Why do they want to see me?

Several minutes had passed of this before footsteps came up the wooden porch. Whumper strode in, their hair slightly disheveled and wearing a different suit.

"Ah, caretaker..." Whumper sighed, signaling their henchmen out the door with a flick of their wrist. The three filed out the door without a sound, leaving Caretaker alone with Whumper.

"Whumper," Caretaker sat up, heart racing. "What do you want? Is whumpee okay."

"Yes, yes, your timid little friend is alright. More than alright actually." Whumper smirked, standing right in front of Caretaker.

"More than alright..?"

"I made whumpee feel good, caretaker. I gave them the attention they deserve." Whumper crouched lower, gripping Caretaker by the chin. "Ive given them what I assume you've been depriving the poor thing of."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Can you smell them on my breath, Caretaker? Or rather-" Whumper leaned in and kissed them forcefully, "taste them~?"

Caretaker smacked their face away with a grunt. They wiped their lips, glaring up at Whumper.

Everything came crashing down in that moment. Caretaker's blood ran ice cold.

"No." Caretaker's voice broke. "No, no, no. You didn't- you didn't-!" They jumped to their feet, but were forced back into their seat.

"I did, Caretaker. I did and it felt so fucking great. They'll never, ever forget this night. They're still in bed right now actually... feeling as great as ever."

Caretaker screeched in fury, jumping at whumper and swinging their fist in their direction. Whumper shoved them to the ground and twisted their arm behind their back, sending sparks of pain all the way up to their shoulder.

"I think I'll tack on another hour of their pleasure for them because of that silly stunt." Whumper hissed in their ear.

"No-! Don't punish them because of me, please!" Caretaker panted, trying to ignore the searing pain in their arm.

"Oh, its not a punishment at all. I promise you, they're having a fun time..."

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Whumpee cried out in desperation for the billionth time, tears spilling past their eyelids. The buzzing between their thighs picked up in intensity, causing their back to arch.

Whumper had left them like this- and god knows how long it'd be until they came back. It had to have been at least an hour, right? Two maybe?

They checked the clock though hazy eyes.

30 minutes had passed.

"Hel~ shit- help me!" They cried, their voice breaking into a moan. "Hurts- ev'rythin' hurts-"

Nobody came.

I need Caretaker... they'd come and hold me and play with my hair. They'd kiss me and tell me it's alright. They'd make it better.

Whumpee took a moment to imagine caretaker sitting beside them, stroking their cheek and helping them through the pain.

"Shh, honey," they'd say. "It'll all be over soon. Focus on your breathing."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, trying to calm their ragged pants.

In four... hold four... out four...

A small whine escaped their lips on the exhale, their knees drawing together as the buzzing droned on.

They felt pressure rising inside them again and they braced to release again, wrapping their fingers around the chains to their cuffs.

They groaned, trying their best to hold still as the stimulation became too much. They saw spots in their vision when they opened their eyes.

Whumpee cast another teary glance up at the camera in the corner. They wouldn't give Whumper the show they wanted.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall they had been thrown against. They glared up at Whumper who, just like them, was smeared in blood.

Whumper delivered a swift kick to their torso, drawing the wind out of them.

"You know, Caretaker. You're almost as fun to beat up as my Whumpee. I'm not used to such defiance. It'd be fun to have a good couple of months with you."

Caretaker tensed at this. This is where they were supposed to be heroic and give the "take me instead" speech and beg Whumper to let them take Whumpee's place.

But they didn't. They couldn't.

Whumper scared them. They could face them now, but to be at their mercy? They wouldn't survive a day.

"Cat's got your tongue? You seem a little shaken." Whumper smiled down at them, crouching down to their level. They cupped Caretaker's cheek and rubbed up and down the side of their face.

"Get out of my house," Caretaker whispered, shaking. With rage? With fear?

"I suppose I should get back to Whumpee... they'll be missing me by now."

"As if." Caretaker spat, silently relieved when their hand left their cheek. They instantly shifted their tone as Whumper stood to tower over them. "Be gentle on them. Please."

"Oh trust me, Caretaker. It'll only get worse from here~"

#whump #whump blog #whump community #emotional whump #whump writing #whumpblr #nsfwhump #it is finally complete #I'm sorry this is so late #love you guys #<33

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armpirate · 10 months ago

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 5

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 18 minutes

Chapter warnings: [Violence] Illegal fights [Smut] Blood licking, mentions of sex

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She felt her arm twitching, before the rest of her body reacted to the sound of her phone buzzing and blasting some music. She could tell it was still night when her eyes opened, with her room only being lit by the screen of her phone.

Her hand reached for the shaky device on her nightstand. She let out a sigh when she saw Jack's name on her screen, before she answered the call and laid her phone against her ear to be able to hide her arm under her blanket again.

—Do you know what time it is? —her voice sounded sleepy and tired.

After what happened with Jungkook a few days back, she had finally been able to keep up with some of the rest he forced her leave behind, only to be interrupted again by one of the sources she managed to find the little time she worked in that newspaper.

—I thought you'd like to hear the exclusive I have for you, but if it's not the case…

—I swear if it's another dumbass breaking a Record Guiness for the longest fart in history, I'll go wherever you are and kill you with my own hands —she threatened.

She was too tired, too annoyed and too done with life to deal with something like that again.

—And how does an illegal fight in South Shore sound?

Her eyes suddenly opened at the mention of that, sitting on the bed almost instantly and causing her phone to fall over the blanket.

—…I have to take a flight in thirty minutes, yet I'm giving you some golden info for you to treat me that way.

—Jack, shut up. What are you talking about?

Y/n had been after that information for months -or more so, almost a year-, but whenever she thought she was getting somewhere, it always ended up with a wall blocking any chance she could have of finding out more about it.

—Ah, so now you're interested?

—Unless you want me to show up at O'Hare, you better start talking.

—I have a friend who received a message for it after he started training at some gym. Apparently, some owners and trainers introduce their fighters to it —she heard him sigh—. It's tonight, at eleven. It'll be in that abandoned nylon factory near the bay. Do you know where it is?

—I think I know, but could you send me the location?

—Sure.

Before she was able to celebrate it, Jack's voice got her attention again.

—Whatever you do, please be careful and try to be as discreet as possible. I know you already know how dangerous the people in there are, but I don't want you to risk yours and my friend's asses.

She hung up the call, assuring Jack that she'd be as careful as possible about it, while also being sure that it'd be a chance she wouldn't allow to pass. She'd have to ask her boss for the company's car though, and that probably wouldn't be easy.

—3A, do you know what fucking time it is? Have those phone calls at a normal time —Jungkook whined on the other side.

Her eyes rolled instantly after hearing his muffled voice through the wall. For the first time, she was regretting that awful hole she chose to do out of desperation a few nights back.

Opting to simply ignore him, she left her phone back on the nightstand, connecting it back to the charger before she rolled in her bed to find the right position to fall asleep again.

Her fingers tapped nervously at the wheel plastic cover, feeling everything she ate piling up at the entrance of her stomach as if it were planning to go all its way up her throat. For one second, she thought if it was really worth it. She had gone too long after it for no reason, it wasn't like it was going to change anything for her, and it also was a superficial story no one would care about after reading it. It was the type of story that entertained people, but that created no complex thoughts after "Oh, wow, some people are doing something that doesn't affect me at all. Let me pretend to be concerned about it, before I jump to the sports section". She remembered how even the chief editor was surprised with her election, when there were many good articles to choose from that week: elections, manifestations, a worldwide celeb's scandal… yet she stagnated to something that would go unnoticed.

There wasn't a lot of control to get inside. Actually, there was no control And she guessed that it could be because no one, except for the people who received a message, would know about that fight. She was convinced that the few people who went there either bet money or fought.

The smell was heavy as she stepped inside, walking among the crowd. It wasn't anything putrid, or that couldn't be bearable, but the humidity from the walls -because of how old and unattended the place was- was noticeable in the air, and she wondered how healthy breathing that air was.

It felt uncomfortable walking through those people, trying to make it as close as possible to the improvised boxing ring, but she still did it, making sure the hood of her jacket wouldn't move as she tried to cover her face and hair as much as possible -and she wasn't the only one doing that.

Her heart raced as she got closer, managing to see the spots from fresh blood on the floor before the two fighters started a new round. And it felt like it'd escape through her mouth when, holding her phone tight in her fingers, she moved it through her sleeve as little as possible to just let the camera peek over to film the whole thing.

She was forced to move when one shoulder suddenly blocked her view, although maybe that'd be better to cover up the whole thing closer to the ring. Once she thought she had enough of that fight, she moved to the side, escaping from the crowd and also getting closer to where some of the fighters were.

Her heart beat fast for one second, as if it had a sudden electric shock when she felt someone pulling from her hood.

—Hope you know you can't record here —a thick voice warned at her back.

She was ready to reply to that accusation, hiding her phone deep into her sleeve as she turned on her tracks. His almost folded eyelids, positioned in a challenging way, widened when he realized it was his neighbor in front of him.

—What the fuck are you doing here? —Jungkook spoke first, widening the way his eyebrows were furrowing.

—I could say the right same thing —she replied back, moving away from him.

Jungkook sighed, looking away for a mini second before his eyes were back on her. Having to be there was bad enough, but seeing the last person he wanted to see there made it worse. Ever since their paths crossed, it seemed like he wasn't able to escape her, especially after what happened the last night they were together in the same place.

—Are you a cop?

—It's not your business —she replied back.

Having her there would only be a big distraction he wouldn't be able to deal with. Jungkook didn't want to know why she was there, or how she knew about the fight, he was just thinking of having her leave as soon as possible.

He sighed exasperated, realizing how that conversation would take them nowhere. She wasn't going to give away her reason, so there was no point in arguing with her about it.

—If you're smart, which after these weeks I doubt —he added, referencing the several encounters they had had ever since he moved in—, leave and delete whatever it is you've filmed. You don't wanna deal with the people here.

—Jungkook, you're next —they both heard at the side.

Y/n just scoffed at that, looking back at him. If his black tank top, and his black shorts weren't enough for her to tell, that person confirmed it for her.

—Seems like you aren't that smart either.

There was no point in arguing with her, he knew she wouldn't listen even if he told her to go home because the people in that place had robbery with violence as the most mild crime. His eyes dropped on her quickly before his lips twisted, tilting his head.

—Do whatever you want, then.

Those were the last words he dedicated to her, before he walked past her body and disappeared among the crowd. It wasn't like she had much of a choice when it came to what she wanted to do. On one side, she knew she wouldn't get to know what she went looking for, but on the other side, she needed more content for the article.

The crowd suddenly seemed more invested in the upcoming fight, surprising her when she heard the chants and growls as the two fighters were presented.

Rodric "The Bully", and the Doberman of Busan.

She rolled her eyes at what she believed was Jungkook's name. "Doberman of Busan", someone had to be kidding her.

In the ring, Jungkook tried to contain his need to break Rodric's nose before the bell even announced the start of the fight, after he whispered how he was dead meat and how he'd eat him in a matter of seconds.

It wasn't a comment that surprised him in any way, but that still annoyed him.

The fight started with the two of them slowly meeting each other at the center, throwing daring glares over their gloves as they tried to guess who'd be the first to attack.

All his confidence was gone towards the end of the second round, his face was covered in blood that spilled down from his eyebrow and his broken lip. After falling a few times, and standing up before the count reached the fourth number, he was already feeling dizzy, hardly managing to see through that blurry gaze he was already suffering from.

He had good resistance, but he was better at attack than that night. Maybe the fact that his neighbor was among the crowd played an important factor. Checking on her, while trying to make sure no asshole would bother her and no guard would catch her filming played as big favor for Rodric -who smirked at him whenever he got up and got ready to be beaten.

His body fell flat on the floor again when he received a hook, after he heard Y/n complaining while trying to get rid of Jimmy's grip.

At that point of the fight, where the count didn't even matter, Rodric smiled, getting ready to give him the final punch as he walked towards his body.

Jungkook tried to stand up, or at least roll on the ground by himself, but his body reached a limit that night. Most parts felt numb, only being aware of the way Rodric made him lie on his back.

The devil seemed to be on his side that day though, seeing everyone panicking around him when the place was suddenly lighted by blue and red lights, along with several cops telling everyone to stay still in their places.

His back collided against the ground again, when Rodric let go of him, not without promising the next time he wouldn't be as lucky. He didn't expect the night to end as bad when he received the text for the fight, but there he was: lying on the ground and getting ready to be arrested and taken to the police station.

As soon as Jimmy found more important his freedom than whatever it was that she filmed, Y/n got ready to leave as well. Until she saw Jungkook lying on the ground, not even attempting to move.

She was genuinely thinking of leaving him there. Maybe that was the answer to her prayers for the past three weeks.

She clicked her tongue when she found herself bearing with all the pushes and pulls, walking against the flow to reach Jungkook.

—We need to leave —she whispered to him, helping him to get up and walk by hooking his right arm around her neck.

Jungkook managed to open his plump eyes, looking down to see her dragging him to the nearest exit until the two of them reached an old car, where she pushed him to the backseats.

While he looked conscious from the outside, it actually seemed like his body was moving automatically, following her guidance and doing what felt right. He wasn't even aware of how fast she drove from the center to their building until she dropped his body over her couch abruptly, making him moan while he closed his eyes.

She could've left him on his doorstep until he regained some consciousness back, and she would be lying if she had said she didn't feel tempted to, but she still allowed him to step inside her place. She also helped him get rid of the gloves and the bandages carefully, scared of him being injured or hurt after the fight.

—I can do that myself —he mumbled, moving his hands away.

—Fine —she dropped his hand hard over his thigh, getting a low groan from him—. Do it yourself.

For one second she forgot she was dealing with the pain in the ass Jungkook was.

Although she was annoyed, she still moved around her place, trying to get the few things she had to cure the wounds on his face. She looked after him, but it didn't mean she wouldn't use it to her advantage either.

He hissed, squirmed and moved his head away every time she pressed hard on the places she wanted to heal, finding some joy in his pissed off expression. She also prepared some ice cubes covered in a rag, ignoring his stretched hand to press it directly on the wound on his eyebrow until she saw him holding it.

Jungkook looked around her place, finding the similarities in structure, but seeing it completely different from his own. Her house seemed cozy, ready to bring calmness to anyone who stepped inside. Her furniture was also black and white, but the different accessories over them created a huge change. Like the thick purple blanket that was over the backrest of her couch, on his side, or the big world map that was over his head. She even had pictures displayed over the cabinet next to her door, and a jar filled with bright pink flowers.

Just like he expected, her house was as feminine and delicate as she seemed.

His head moved in her direction again when he heard her hissing and huffing. Y/n looked at the broken screen, cursing at that man who dropped her phone against the floor when he caught her filming. At least she'd be able to use the videos and pictures it took her so long to get, but she'd have to repair the screen or get a new phone. And both options were too expensive to think about lightly.

—Look at what you did —Jungkook frowned at her accusation.

—Me? I already told you not to film there.

—If you hadn't reached out to me, and shouted how I should stop filming, no one else would've noticed —she dropped the phone over the coffee table.

—Sure, because you were so good at pretending you were doing nothing suspicious… —he squinted his eyes— Who else would've thought this —Jungkook lifted his right hand at the level of his chest, in the most unnatural posture ever— was suspicious if it hadn't been for me.

Jungkook dropped the rag over the couch, finally standing up to confront her.

—I'm the one who should be mad. Look at my face —he pointed at it with his two indexes—. If you had stopped recording when I told you and gone home, I would've been able to focus on my fight.

—I didn't ask you to focus on me —she replied back—. Oh, also…

Jungkook looked confused when she crossed her living room, opening one of the drawers of the furniture next to her table and seeing her walking back to him.

—I also didn't ask for your eighty dollars —she handed him the money.

The morning after she got stuck outside, he managed to hear the conversation she was having with her mother, as she ranted and hell opened beneath them at the several curses because of how expensive the locksmith was.

Leaving the eighty dollars at her footstep was his way to apologize for the way he treated her the previous night. She was confused at first, but was determined to return it to him when pride went back to her and was big enough to forget how she drooled for him all over his face.

—It was my fault you got stuck outside.

—It wasn't, I should've checked first —she sighed—. I don't want your money, and you didn't need to make up for shit —she left the money in front of him at the coffee table.

—But you still blamed me for your broken phone —he replied.

Y/n sighed, looking down at her phone when she realized the argument with Jungkook would take her anywhere. It didn't matter if she had to buy a new phone, because she'd probably be able to opt for better articles and more recognition after she posted her reportage. The screen suddenly went dark before she could even enter the gallery, going completely useless although the battery was at fifty per cent still.

—No —she whined—. No, no, no, no, no

Not like it would change a thing, but she let out her desperation, moving her thumb over the screen as if that would make her phone react. She gasped, and cracked a whimper, dropping the phone from her hands when she felt her fingerprint being sliced.

It wasn't a deep cut, she definitely wouldn't lose her finger. It was more the type of cut she could get with a sheet of paper, but it still was bothersome and some blood started to leak.

She wasn't aware of Jungkook still being there until he stepped closer to her, hearing his sigh over her before he took her wrist and looked at the tiny and thin wound. She was expecting him to do anything, but her body froze when he raised her hand a bit more to wrap his lips around her finger.

The tiniest bit of pain disappeared, because all her senses were too focused on the way his warm mouth felt around her finger, and how his slick tongue moved around softly. Her cheeks started to burn when his eyes sank in hers, as if he were trying to read her thoughts.

Not like they were too complicated to guess them though.

She gulped thick, regaining some senses back.

—Don't you know how dangerous it is to do that? —she tried to break off the moment.

Letting go of her finger with a loud pop sound, he smirked at her.

—What are you talking about now?

—Licking someone you don't know's blood. Apart from the amount of bacteria that could come out of your mouth, you don't know if I'm sick…

—Holy shit, you're like a walking encyclopedia. Are you even sick to say that? —he raised his eyebrow.

—No.

And she certainly wasn't worried about the consequences of what he did, but the reaction and effects it was creating in her body.

—Then what are you so worried about? —he rolled his eyes.

—I'm just trying to let you know that… —he interrupted her again.

—Fine —Jungkook nodded—. I'll lick something else instead.

While she was still trying to process what he meant, Jungkook hooked his fingers around her nape, in an attempt to pull her closer. Although she moved back before he was able to lick her lower lip.

—Do those lines actually work with anyone? —she challenged, lifting her eyebrow.

—Why? Jealous?

—More like going through a first stage of second hand embarrassment —she pushed him.

Jungkook huffed, letting his eyes go to the back of his head as he let go of her body, walking back to the couch and dropping his body lazily on it with a sigh.

—I bet you do much better with that rottweiler attitude —he scoffed.

—I'm better with actions, indeed.

Jungkook's gaze followed her as she walked over him, stopping in front of his legs. It was so hard for him to tell what her intentions were, that maybe that was what drew him to her that way.

She slightly separated his legs, pushing her knee against his until there was a small gap in his thighs. He suddenly felt nervous, gulping thick when her knee fell so close to his crotch, making the place he was sitting at sink a bit on that spot. He moved under her nervously when both of her knees were positioned on each side of his body.

—Are you nervous? —she purred close to his lips, tilting her head.

—You'd need to do much more than this —he lied.

If Y/n leaned closer to him, Jungkook was sure she'd be able to feel the way his heart pumped against his chest like crazy, beating racing up when her breath moved from his lips to his neck.

—Did you take off your piercings? —she suddenly asked.

—Yeah —he threw his head back—. It's… It's better for the fight. Do I look better without them?

—Hmm, it's not that —she rubbed her lips against his—. I wanted to know how it'd feel to pass my tongue over them.

Jungkook's words got stuck in his throat, and soon she had his body trying to hold back the way it squirmed when her tongue traced the line of his marked jaw, starting from the superficial hole his piercings had left.

—I bet you thought I'd end up riding you on that crusty couch of yours after shaming me —she whispered.

The mere image of Y/n taking every inch of him, with her tits bouncing with every move of her hips, got him twitching in his pants, grasping at the fabric of her couch while holding back from touching her.

She licked her lips, rubbing her lips against his before she moved to the other side with a dangerous smile, making him flinch when her breath was then on his left earlobe.

—I probably would have if you had insisted a bit more.

—Why don't you ride me here, then?

She smiled, leaning on him to ghost a kiss on his lips, pushing him back against the backrest when he attempted to kiss her instead. His lower lip was trapped between her teeth, being pulled lightly as he felt all of his skin burning with something so simple.

—It seems like my rottweiler attitude actually works.

Everything she helped to build up was destroyed within seconds, when he stopped feeling her warmth caging him as she moved to the free spot next to him to get up next.

—You look better now, so why don't you walk home and deal with that? —she mocked, pointing at the noticeable bulge under his shorts.

—I can snap my fingers and have three like you showing up at my door —he huffed as he got up.

—Snap your fingers and disappear with them, please —her chuckle made him feel heated.

—You think you're the big deal.

—I got you hard in less than a minute by just licking your ear, judge by yourself.

—You really don't know what you're missing…

As he kept talking, Y/n started to push him towards the door, finding it hard to control his body as she tried to open it.

—Ever heard of what a multiorgasm is? —he went on, ignoring how she was kicking him out— Sex with me is on a whole different level of any other thing you've ever experienced. I…

Her door shut in front of his face before he was able to finish the sentence. Jungkook just stood there, looking at her door for a few seconds before he turned around and sighed after looking down at his bulge.

That woman was so twisted and cruel.

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jungkookjeon0007 · 4 months ago

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Nights in Vegas | CH. 4 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.44k.

☆☆☆☆☆

Unknown: Hey! 👋🏼

Olivia: Hey. Who's this?

Unknown: Don't tell me you've forgotten about me so soon. 😞

Olivia: If it's the person I think it is, then no. I could never forget about you. 😊

Unknown: I'm glad you could never forget me, because I know for a fact I will never forget you. 💜 But in case you needed confirmation, it's Jungkook. 🫣

Olivia: Of course I knew it was you, did you need something? ☺️

Jungkook: Yes actually, I wanted to see if you were ready to sign the NDA? We have some free time and can use the conference room for extra privacy within the next 10 minutes.

Olivia: Absolutely. 😊 Do you want me to meet you down there?

Jungkook: Yeah if that's okay. It's conference room number 1. I wanted to come up and get you myself, but where I'm just getting back from dance practice my manager thinks it's easier if we just meet. 🥴

Olivia: Your manager is right, there's no need for you coming all the way up here then going right back down. I will meet you there in 10, just let me get freshened up really quickly. 💜

. . .

I hopped out of the bed, heading for the bathroom to fix my hair. I had just woken up from a nap and didn't want to look like a bum when I walked into the conference room.

"And where are you going in a hurry?" Lacie asked while leaning on the bathroom doorway.

"I need to go meet Jungkook downstairs at the conference room. He wants me to go ahead and sign the NDA form with his manager since they have some free time."

I sighed heavily.

"What is it?" She asked confused.

"Do you think this outfit is too laid back for meeting with him?"

"Liv, you look absolutely perfect. Hell I think you could wear a paper bag and the man would still think you're beautiful."

I smiled, keeping the outfit on and making my way to the door. "I'll see you in a little bit, love you."

"Love you babe, have fun."

. . .

Once the elevator stopped in the lobby, I exited making my way to the conference room. I knocked on the door and was met with his bunny smile as it opened.

He motioned for me to come in and had me follow him over to a big table in the middle of the room where a man was waiting with the paperwork.

"Olivia this is Mr. Kim Hyun Soo, he is going to be helping us with the NDA forms today."

"Hello sir." I stated, as he bowed politely with a smile.

"This will not take long, I just need you guys to take a seat over here and I will go over everything with you." Hyun Soo motioned towards the long conference table as the two of us made our way to a seat.

We sat down and immediately he slid papers in front of us. "Okay so there are multiple rules and guidelines we have to follow when the NDA is in place. As you can see the first page is where both of your names will be, stating this mutual agreement is between the two of you specifically. Basically this is saying for you Miss Olivia, that you will not disclose any information you obtain with or about Jungkook and your time together. If you'll sign this portion, we will then proceed."

I grabbed a pen and signed the line, looking at Hyun Soo once I was finished. "Okay perfect, let's move on. This next portion is something Hybe and our attorneys have written up in case this situation ever occurred between one of the members and a fan. You will need to read each line item carefully, along with the consequences if you fail to follow the rules provided to you. Read them aloud please so I know for certain that you have read them."

I grabbed the paper, suddenly feeling nervous. With both of their eyes on me, I began to read. "Number 1, ARMY is prohibited in the sharing of photos, videos, schedules, or any other private information obtained about the idol. Number 2, the idol and ARMY are not allowed to engage in physical contact or relationships when in the public eye, failure to follow this rule will result in a punishable offense-"

I stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath as I was shaking from nervousness. I suddenly felt a hand lay softly against my thigh, patting it gently. I looked into his eyes and Jungkook simply smiled, nodding his head, "It's okay, keep reading Liv. You're doing great."

I smiled, feeling better as I continued to read the rest of the rules and their consequences.

"Okay perfect, if you can just sign your names on the last page I will get them documented for you."

We signed our names and handed the papers back to Hyun Soo, "Thank you for your cooperation with us Miss Olivia, you and Jungkook are now allowed to see each other in his free time. I hope you both have a wonderful day." He bowed and without another word, left the two of us alone in the conference room.

"Wow, that was so intense." I said, looking at Jungkook in relief.

"I know, that was a pain in the ass but it's all finished and we don't have to worry about it now. We can hang out whenever we want and no one can get in the way."

We smiled at each other before I realized his hand was still on my thigh. He met my gaze and quickly retreated his hand, seeming nervous. "I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that without ask-"

"Shh, it's okay. You're very sweet for comforting me while I was nervous, thank you." I then kissed his cheek.

He blushed before clearing his throat, "So would you like me to walk you back to your room?

I nodded and without another word, we walked out of the conference room and back down to the elevator.

. . .

Coolest Group Chat Ever has been created.

Jungkook: Hey! Hobi and Olivia, I have you both in here but couldn't add Lacie. Could one of you add her so we can all 4 talk about tonight?

Olivia: On it! There, she's added now! 😊

Lacie: Hey!

Hobi: Hi everyone. So what's going on tonight? 😁

Jungkook: Well I was thinking we could go out to dinner then hit the club after. We will call ahead of time for both, that way we can have private seating at dinner and VIP in the club.

Hobi: That sounds perfect, I'm down if the ladies are good with that.

Lacie: Absolutely. 😊

Olivia: I'm good with that for sure. ☺️

Jungkook: Awesome, then it's settled. Hobi Hyung and I will pick you both up tonight at 8. Make sure to wear something a bit fancy, but also something you can wear to a club! Oh and Hyung, have you and Lacie signed the NDA with Hyun Soo yet?

Hobi: No, we're actually meeting him in 10 minutes though. Everything will be all set by tonight so don't worry. 😉

Jungkook: Great! Liv and I have already signed ours, I just dropped her back at her room. Ladies, we will pick you up at your room later, until then everyone enjoy their day! 😊

. . .

Lacie and I smiled at one another as we laid on our beds. "I still cannot believe this is real."

"I know, I feel like we're living in a dream." I replied, staring up at the ceiling.

"I have to say though, you and JK look so good together." She was now propped up on her elbow, looking over at me.

"I think the same about you and Hobi, he seems like a very sweet guy." I stated as she smiled.

"Yeah he's the sweetest, I'm so glad we're getting to do this and that you guys got us this chance. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

We both giggled as I looked back at the ceiling, "Of course, and I love you too."

It was silent between us until she suddenly sat up, panicking.

"Liv? What the hell are we supposed to wear tonight??"

My eyes went wide, "Shit."

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negative-speedforce · 8 months ago

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Dysmorphia - A Laila x Athena ficlet

Content Warnings: Body dysmorphia, mentioned disordered eating, mentioned underage sexual relationships

"Athena, what are you doing?" Laila walked into her and Athena's shared bedroom, seeing her girlfriend staring into the mirror in her underwear, pinching and pulling at various parts of her body.

"Is it just me, or have I gained weight?" Athena turned towards Laila. "Might skip lunch today. Maybe dinner. Can't pack on too much weight."

"I haven't noticed." Laila replied. "Just let it go. You look fine."

"No, I can't." Athena sighed, turning back towards the mirror. "When I look in the mirror, all I see is her. The little street rat who crawled out of the sewers."

"You're not, Athena." Laila grabbed Athena's arm, forcing the taller woman to look her in the eyes. "You're so much more than that to me-"

"Look at me, Laila!" Athena's crisp Core accent all but vanished as she gestured to herself. "All this? It's fake! All of it! My face, my tits, my waist, my voice? It's all fake! It's all plastic and a shit-ton of credits! I completely recreated myself just to leave her behind, but she's all I see when I look in the mirror."

"Maybe she's what you see in the mirror... because you are her?" Laila touched Athena's face. Athena flinched away slightly, self-loathing driving her away from Laila's touch. "You're so strong, darling. You've been through so much. But I can't see you like this. You're destroying yourself. I fell for the real you. Not the image you put up for others."

Athena wrapped her arms around herself. "My greatest fear is that one day you're going to see me the way I see myself, and you're going to leave."

"But what if you're wrong?"

"What?"

"What if the way you see yourself is wrong?"

Athena narrowed her eyes. "I don't follow."

"What if you hate yourself so much that you can't see the real you?"

"Do you think I haven't tried all that 'self-love' crap?" Athena scoffed. "If it was that simple, you and I wouldn't be having this conversation right now. It doesn't work. It's useless. I'm hideous, you and I both know that."

"I'm so tired, Athena." Laila pleaded. "Do you know how hard it is to watch you starve yourself half to death? To have to watch you struggle to heal from the near-constant surgeries? The augmentations, the reductions- it's all a load of shit! You're fine, Athena! I know you don't see it, but you are the single most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. You're terrifying, and magnificent and... I just can't take it. You're hurting yourself, and you're hurting me."

"Don't make this about you, Laila." Athena rolled her eyes. "I need to be beautiful, because what am I if I'm not? What am I worth, if I'm not beautiful?"

"You're smart, you're funny, you're powerful- and you're really fucking rich, to say the least."

"And all because I was beautiful." Athena stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Do you know how an orphaned, illiterate child managed to get into the most prestigious university on Serreno? I had no money, no education, no family. But I was fifteen, and I was beautiful. I gave the dean what he wanted, and in return... he gave me a future."

"You shouldn't have had to do that."

"I know. But I made my choice. If I hadn't, I'd still be, well, nothing. He's dead now." Athena closed her eyes for a moment, clenching her fists. "He's never going to do that to another girl again."

"Good riddance." Laila nodded. "You've been through so much, and you're still so strong. You're enough as you are. You don't have to change everything for me."

"But-"

"No buts." Laila was adamant. "You're strong, cunning, badass, and honestly the only person in this galaxy who I more than vaguely tolerate. I know you don't feel like it now, but let me show you just how beautiful you are to me. Please."

"Are you offering me 'feel better' sex?" Athena raised an eyebrow.

"Not specifically, but if that's what you want...?"

"You know what? I'll take it. Maybe it'll help clear my head."

"Fine." Laila nodded. "But lunch first. No more starving yourself to look pretty. I'll even make sure it's extra healthy for you."

Athena shook her head and laughed. "Sometimes I wonder if you really are as evil as you say you are."

#revan writes #athena stonehenge #laila salibun #lailathena #oc shit #star wars ocs

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poisonedjoinery · 2 years ago

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Leather and Cuffs

Antonio Dawson x Reader (F)

Authors Notes: I have been watching a lot of Chicago PD lately, and I can't help but love Antonio, so here is my first ever fic of him. I hope you enjoy it. Gif by @steddy1987

Summary: Reader is a Chicago firefighter, and has had a thing for Antonio Dawson for a few years. After working a a huge fire scene together, Antonio makes an offer you can't refuse.

WARNINGS: Fire, mentions of explosions, human remains (minor), smut, cuffs, unprotected sex (PLEASE USE PROTECTION), Antonio being a sauce pot.

If you feel there should be other warnings please do let me know.

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Being part of the CFD was always going to give you new life experiences. You'd had four calls today, the first a traffic accident caused by a drunk driver. You'd helped cut open a car, pulling out a pregnant woman and her young daughter, the drunk had died on impact. The second, four kids decided to light some fire crackers out in an abandoned trailer park and throw them around. One of the boys got hit and had caught light, alongside one of the old trailers that were left there. He'd sustain some minor burns, owing mainly to the thick coat he wore. A stern talking too and a serious look from Chief Boden ensured they wouldn't be doing it again. The third was an elderly lady who had managed to start a pan fire in her ground floor apartment, luckily her neighbour had gotten her out before anything serious happened to her. The fourth... the fourth is where all hell broke loose. Some putz had messed up in his meth lab, blowing half a building up. Firehouse 51 were the on scene first, strapping your mask on you followed Casey, Herrmann, Severide and Kidd to the top floor slowly working your way down. Hammering on doors, you ushered more people out than you could keep count of. The further down the building you got the worse it became to see and find conscious residents. You exited the building for a second time carrying a young boy, running him over to the ambo you laid him on the bed.

"Young boy, found him unconscious on the ninth floor. He's got a laceration to his leg, and he's inhaled a lot of smoke." Brett nodded, checking his chest.

"Okay let's go." helping to load him into the back of the ambo, you shut the doors and watched them speed away. Turning around, you walked straight into Antonio.

"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N)." He shook his head waving his phone.

"Phone won't stop buzzing, this is a nightmare." Nodding you patted his shoulder,

"I know, don't worry we're pulling out everyone and hopefully one will lead us to the people who did this." He gave you a half smile, you never told anyone but you loved how Antonio smiled. It was always like he was hiding something, it made you curious. Running his hand over his head, he pocketed his phone.

"Well... if you could bring me out some solid evidence that would sure make my job easier." Stepping away you grinned,

"And what do I get if I do?" He chuckled, pulling out his ringing phone again he looked back up at you.

"I'll cook you dinner." Pressing your gloved hand to your chest, you winked.

"One crispy critter coming up." Pulling your mask and helmet back on you ran back into the building, not noticing Antonio watching you, he smirked, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?!"

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It took five hours in total to get everyone out, and to extinguish the fire. You'd all headed back in once Boden gave the go ahead, checking for any evidence of how the fire started, and if anyone else was tied to it. There wasn't a lot to gather as the fifth floor was practically a scorched hole, you'd shifted a load of rubble and found part of the meth dealer.

"One crispy critter." You mumbled to yourself. Frowning, you gently pushed the part of him aside and found a perfect rectangular indent in the ground. Pulling your halligan round, you jammed it into the edging and pried the top off.

"Lieutenant... I'm gonna need a blow torch over here!" Calling over your shoulder, Severide appeared looking down and whistled.

"What you thinks inside?" Shrugging and smiling he took the blow torch from Cap,

"Guess we'll find out." Stepping away, you turned your back until you heard the torch go off and the thick metal door clunk to the floor. Looking back round, you looked into the now opened safe and felt your eyes go wide.

"That is a lot of cash Kellie."

"Yep... go get Antonio will ya? Bring him in here, but mind the third floor staircase it's pretty ruined. Take the South side stairs to get here okay?"

"No problem Lieutenant." Turning back around you made your way out of the apartment and out of the building. You found Antonio questioning some of the residents of the building. You couldn't help but admire the way he held himself, you'd guessed he would look good under all that leather. But as it was a Chicago winter, you could only guess how good he looked. You made to stand in his line of sight wanting to catch his attention. Glancing over he nodded, you held up a hand and waited. You passed the time and spoke to some of the residents, getting them blankets and bottles of water until they could be moved.

"(Y/N)!" Looking back, you handed over the blankets you had to a young family, tucking one round a small girl with big brown eyes. Waving at her, you walked back to Antonio.

"Hey, sorry I know you're busy with statements but we've found a safe with a chunk of cash and files in which I think you may need." Antonio's eyes lit up, gesturing his hand towards the building.

"Then lead the way." Walking back to the building you lead him up the stairs and towards the South side like Serveride said.

"We've got to go this way Detective, the other set of stairs aren't secure and could give way." Antonio laughed,

"You know you don't have to call me Detective, you can call me by my name right?" Smiling to yourself, you glanced behind you.

"I... yeah I know... it's... I don't like being unprofessional is all. I'm happy to use your name outside of work hours... just don't want anyone thinking I'm being disrespectful you know?" 'Tonio stopped in the hallway you was walking down, smiling.

"Fair enough... well I'm pretty sure I said I'd cook you dinner right? So how about I come around after shift, and make you something hmm?" You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, noticing how he watched transfixed as you did.

"Yeah sure... okay." Turning back you started walking again.

"Not gonna give me your address no?"

"You're a Detective...so detect." Looking back you winked, then waving your hand over your shoulder, you motioned for him to follow you. Biting his lip he followed, keeping quiet the rest of the way.

Showing him into the apartment, you walked him to Severide then left them both to talk as you continued your checks of the building. The rest of shift went in a haze, it took another three hours to complete the building checks. By the time you got back to the firehouse, you had one hour till your shift finished. You headed to the showers and let the hot water run down you helping the ache that had slowly built in your back. Once you'd finished you pulled on clean clothes and dried your hair. Checking the time, you pulled out your bag, packed everything up and pulled on your fleece and hat. You filed out behind some of your crew mates, all of who didn't feel like talking. That fire had taken a lot out of you all. Waving bye to Stella you climbed into your car and headed back to your apartment.

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You dumped your bag and boots in the closet, and hung your coat up on the hook. You headed straight to the your bedroom and changed into a loose fitting top and jogging bottoms. Throwing your hair up into a loose bun, you padded into the kitchen to make yourself a tea. Before you could finish making it, there was a knock at your door. Smirking, you headed out the kitchen, tea forgotten, and slowly pulled open your door. There he was, standing there with that gorgeous smile on his face, black jeans and boots, a dark fitted t-shirt, leather jacket over the top and a woolen hat. You even glinted a set of cuffs on his belt as he shifted. God help me, the thought flitted through your mind before you could even take a breath.

"Hey." His voice was low, and his face looked a little tired.

"You found me Detective." Raising an eyebrow, he grinned.

"That I did, you wanna let me in?" Stepping back you pulled open the door allowing him in. Closing it behind him, you pulled the closet door open,

"You can put your coat and boots in there Detective, I'll grab you a beer." Slowly walking away you felt his eyes linger on you as you rounded the corner to the kitchen. You couldn't help the shit eat grin on your face as you pulled open the fridge. However, you nearly dropped the beer as Antonio had snuck up behind you.

"What happened to calling me Antonio hmm?" He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck. Letting out a shout, you spun round, elbow out, clocking him in the ribs causing him to fall back against the counter.

"Ow...fuck."

"Jesus 'Tonio, you can't just sneak up like that... are you okay." Putting the beer on the side, you leaned closer to him trying to pull his hands away from his side.

"Damn mi amor you got some power in you. You should come down to my boxing gym." Smirking he looked up at you, and you felt your face flush. Turning back to the beer you cracked it open, took a gulp for yourself, then finished the bottle.

"You know, I may just come down there... then maybe I can kick your ass." Poking him in the ribs again, he laughed and grabbed your hand pulling you a little closer to him, his lips barely an inch from yours. You felt yourself shiver, the heat from his body coming off him in waves.

"Okay okay, but maybe as we have both had a long day we instead have some beers and food hmm?" Letting go of your hand, he reached round the corner and picked up a bag, emptying it's contents onto the counter.

"I hope you're hungry, because I don't make small meals." Reaching into the fridge again you pulled out another two bears, cracked them open and hummed.

"To be honest I'm that hungry I could eat a Vegas style buffet right now." Running your gaze over him you smirked. Giving you that half smile, he took the beer and took a gulp.

"That so huh?"

"Well I am a firefighter, we burn a lot of energy." Watching him out the corner of your eye you saw the smile that sat there from your witty pun.

"Well... then we best get those energy levels back up hmm?" Nodding you picked up a knife and started cutting some peppers and onions. You had no clue what you was making but you helped, and quietly chatted. It felt nice to do something as simple as cooking dinner. Antonio had always seemed intense when you'd worked alongside him at scenes you were both at, but you had seen a different side of him when you'd been at Molly's together. At some point, 'Tonio had ushered you into a seat at the dinner table handing you a new beer as he finished up the food. Once done, he handed you a plate filled with vegetables, chicken and lord knows what else.

"Oh my gods this is amazing."

"So surprised?" He spoke in between a fork full of food.

"Not surprised, just... most of the cops I know barely make themselves toast let alone a nice meal like this." Looking pleased with himself he took another gulp of beer. The two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you ate. Once you'd finished you decided to leave the plates in the sink, I can deal with them tomorrow. Gesturing to him, you moved into the living room and dropped onto your plush sofa, the both of you sinking into its depths. You felt the lull of sleep pulling at you.

"You gotta nice place here (Y/N), you don't have any roommates no?" Catching his questioning look you dropped your head against the back of the sofa and smirked.

"Lucky for you papi I live here alone." Thinking he hadn't heard you, you tilted your head and looked at him. Colour had flooded his cheeks, his eyes blown.

"Call me that again." His voice was a low whisper. Sitting up, you took his beer and placed yours and his on the table and shifted back closer to him.

"You like being called that huh?" Reaching over he wrapped his hand around your thigh, gently squeezing, his gaze was dark, slowly running over you.

"Maybe...say it again and see."

"Mmm okay... but first I um... I've been wanting to do something all day, if you don't mind."

"Huh... and what's that?" You felt your nerves kick in, you'd wanted to kiss Antonio since the first time you saw him two years ago. You'd watched him go through different girlfriends and casual dates, each of which ended after a few months. Leaning closer you traced his jaw with one hand. It felt slightly rough, no doubt tomorrow he would have a slight stubble showing. You didn't know at what point you did it, your brain must have gone blank. For the next time you blinked, you was leaning into 'Tonio and gently biting his lip. He let out a low moan, the hand that was on your thigh shifted to the back of it moving you forward to his lap. Obliging, you moved with him straddling his thick thighs all the while not taking your mouth off of him. Bringing both your hands up, you gently ran them through his hair messing up the painstakingly neat style he had. He was always so put together... which made it even more thrilling to be the one to bring that perfect composure crumbling down around him. Fisting your hands in his hair, you tugged on it. It must have been hard enough, as it caused him to suck in a sharp breath you kissed him, fiercely running your tongue against his own.

"Fuck..." he moaned into your mouth, grabbing your ass he hauled himself up pulling your legs around him and started down the hallway.

"On the left... my room." You dug your fingers into his shoulders, deepening the kiss. You heard the thud of the door as 'Tonio kicked it open. You expected to be thrown onto your bed, so it surprised you when he slowly laid you back, gently holding himself above you. Pulling away a little he looked down at you his breathing coming in short bursts.

"You... you okay with this?" Smiling you ran your thumb over his bottom lip,

"I'm very much okay with this papi." Dropping his head, he huffed out a laugh.

"Good." Before you could do anything, his hands were on your jogging bottoms pulling them down, reaching up you pulled your own shirt off exposing your bare chest, Antonio seemed to choke on his own words.

"Lord have mercy." Sitting up you unbuckled his belt and then his jeans, running your tongue against his exposed hip.

"The lord isn't going to help you tonight Detective." Dropping his head back he fisted his hands at his side, clearly trying to control himself. Standing up, you tugged on his shirt,

"Take this off." It took a moment for him to relax his shoulders, then allowed you to pull his shirt over his head. You felt your mouth instantly water at the sight of him. Reaching his hand up to your chin, he tilted your face up to him.

"You okay there firefighter?" Even though your face was tilted up, you couldn't take your eye off of his exposed chest.

"I um... I..." You absentmindedly ran your hand over him, tracing the dips, frowning at the years healed bullet wound in his chest. Leaning closer you pressed a kiss to his chest, slowly moving from one side to the other. 'Tonio let you do as you pleased as he reached up, removing your hair tie and letting it fall around your shoulders. He seemed to like how it looked, running it through his fingers multiple times before gently moving it aside to expose your neck and pressing his mouth against your pulse. Humming quietly you leaned into the touch enjoying the feeling. How many times had you imagined something like this? How many times had you thought about Antonio standing before you, allowing you to touch him, and kiss him as you pleased?

"Antonio?"

"Hmm?"

"You still have your jeans on."

"Mmm.." Chuckling you reached down pulled on the sides of his jeans, slowly pulling him round, pushing him to sit on the bed.

"Hey... I was enjoying myself there." Pulling his jeans off, you pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap.

"Well I thought you might enjoy this a bit more hmm?" Placing his hands on your hips you leaned closer so your lips barely brushed against his.

"I thought that maybe... you'd like to be the one cuffed for a change hmm?" His grin widened, sitting up a little he reached to his jeans pulled out his cuffs.

"Yes ma'am." Your eyes gleamed at them, reaching up to take them 'Tonio grabbed your wrist clipped one cuff on, pushed you onto your back and cuffed your other hand.

"HEY!" you protested loudly, as he kneeled between your legs he placed your hands above your head.

"Hey yourself..." running his hands down your body he stopped at your hips.

"You know... it took everything I had in me not to kiss you in that hallway today." His eyes continued to roam over your body along with his hands, looking up at you he smiled at the look on your face.

"Surprised?"

"I am... I just... I..." Licking your lips your breathing became heavy, your body tingling. It was only occurring to you now the situation you was in, cuffed, partially naked, Antonio kneeling between your shaking legs. 'Tonio tilted his head slightly, teasingly tracing his fingers on the inside of your thigh.

"Nervous?" His voice was a whisper, you could see how excited he was already. Throat going dry you shook your head,

"Not at all Detective." You didn't have a moment to think, before you knew it 'Tonio was kissing you fiercely, one hand gripping onto your ass the other pulling your leg around him. Raising your arms you placed them around his neck, digging your fingers into him. Antonio smiled into the kiss, raising his hand to lift your arms off of him and pinning them above your head.

"Uh-uh, you gotta be patient babe." Keeping your hands pinned above you, he ran his other hand down your side hooking his fingers into the edge of your panties slowly dragging them down your thighs. Moving his way down your body, he gently bit into your hips, running his tongue over the bite. Looking down at the site before you, you felt your breath stop in your chest. 'Tonio shifted himself further down, placing your legs over his shoulders he didn't give you a moments pause before he pressed his tongue against your centre. You couldn't help the moan that was pulled from you, the feeling of Antonio's mouth on you, along with his rough hands against the soft skin of your thighs was the best thing you had felt in months. You clenched your hands tightly above you, all you wanted to do was reach down and grab onto him, touch him in anyway you could. He kept up a pace just right to keep you on edge for what felt like forever.

"Please... 'Tonio... I can't." You couldn't keep still any more, even with Antonio holding your hips down, your skin was burning with excitement and you needed a release. Smirking, 'Tonio pulled himself up, looking down at your flushed face.

"You need something babe?"

"You... Detective... I need you... now." Leaning in to kiss you, 'Tonio pulled off his boxers and settled himself between your legs again. Raising one hand he pinned your wrists down, and trailed the other down your side.

"Please!" You begged, it was driving you mad to have him this close to you, to feel him and not be able to have him how you wanted.

"Mmm... I like it when you beg mi amor." Pulling your leg up over his hip, 'Tonio slowly pushed into you. Your eyes closed as you felt bliss slowly spread through your body. He seemed to catch his breath as he bottomed out, his hand twitching on your thigh.

"Christ Antonio..." Tilting your head, you saw he had also closed his eyes. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, then bit him gently. Pulling himself up a little, he looked down at you his eyes blown. Humming quietly to himself, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. Shifting his hips, he started to move slowly causing you to moan into the kiss. Pulling your arms up again you placed them around Antonio's neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Lifting your hips up slightly, you started to meet his movements with your own. Reaching down, he lifted one of your legs up over the crook of his arm, his pace quickening.

"Fuck... (Y/N), you feel so good." Huffing out a small laugh, you pulled on his hair slightly tugging him down to you, your voice merely a whisper.

"Then go faster papi." Antonio let out a low growl, pinning your hip down he started to move quicker, reaching back, you gripped onto the headboard. His mouth was on you, fiercely kissing you until your lungs burned through lack of air. You knew you would have a bruise on your hip from how hard he was gripping you, not to mention the bruises that would no doubt circle your wrists from the cuffs.

"(Y/N)... I'm so close."

"Me too... just... I need." Glancing down between you, Antonio understood what you wanted. Shifting his hand from your thigh, he started to circle your clit, pressing harder to match his thrust. White lights seemed to burst behind your eyes, your legs wrapping tightly around 'Tonio's waist.

"Antonio!" Calling his name you couldn't help but sink your teeth into his shoulder as you came, gripping onto him as your climax pulled you into a blissful state. 'Tonio followed close after you, your name falling from his lips as though a prayer, his head dropped into the dip of your neck. You didn't remember him stopping, just that the world around you became quiet, your hands has loosened their grip on his flushed skin, your head pressed gently against his.

"You with me Dawson?" You managed to mutter against him.

"Mmmhmm." Shifting himself he laid next to you, reaching for his jeans to grab the key to the cuffs. Offering your hands to him, he deftly unlocked them with the skill of a man who had done that a thousand times in his life.

"Ah shit (Y/N) your wrists." Sitting up a little, worry filled his face as he looked at the purple rings already forming on your wrists.

"Hey... don't worry I'll be fine. I've got some really good makeup that will cover these over." He glanced up at your face, his eyes filled with guilt.

"What if it doesn't?" Grinning, you winked at him,

"Well then I will just have to tell people that this new guy I'm seeing is a filthy bastard, amazing in bed and enjoys cuffing me." A small smirk flittered over his handsome face.

"Amazing huh?" Pulling him down, you kissed him deeply.

"Very amazing... although I may need to go a few more rounds... just to be sure." Eyes widening at your comment, you grinned widly.

"Well... maybe after we sleep off this long ass day we've just had, and after that... I think I'm going to sleep for a week." Smiling, Antonio leaned down and placed a kiss on each of your wrists, then turned and kissed you softly.

"Sounds good to me mi amor." Pulling you close to him, he wrapped his arm around you as you managed to pull up the duvet. Snuggling down, you felt Antonio's breathing become even as he slowly fell asleep. Humming quietly, you pressed a kiss to his chest glimpsing the marks you had left on him. Hopefully, he had a lot of high neck shirts to wear until it went down. Grinning to yourself, you settled down against him enjoying the feeling of finally having Detective Dawson all to yourself.

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because-imma-lady-assface · 7 years ago

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Troublemaker

Dean x Reader

A/N: So, I got a new mascara yesterday and when I looked the box over this random idea popped in my head. So, you get a little fic-a-roo for your Friday night! Thanks to the wifey @impala-dreamer for the look over. You’re the best as per usual.

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None.

When all was said and done, the hunt over, the monster disposed of, the three of you decided to stay in town for the day. Sam had discovered a tiny bookstore tucked away on Main Street during his canvas when you first reached the town. A restaurant with a sign that boasted “All Day Breakfast and 32 Varieties of Pie Daily!” caught Dean’s eye. You decided to take advantage of being in a town sizeable enough to house a mall with a wide array of stores.

Shopping was rarely high on your priority list, but there was always something you needed. The blazer you usually wore with your FED suit had been sliced by an angel blade a few weeks ago, Sam was in desperate need of socks, Dean needed a new pair of dress shoes, so on and so forth. Not to mention Dean’s birthday was coming up, and a mall like this was the perfect opportunity to find him a special treat. Well, you’d be wearing the treat, but it would definitely be for him.

After you’d finished with everything you came for, you found yourself wandering the aisles of an Ulta Beauty, marvelling at the seemingly endless varieties of makeup, hair, and every other kind of beauty product imaginable. A display full of mascaras caught your eye, and you grabbed the one with the prettiest looking box from the shelf labeled “NEW WONDERS!” and made your way to the register. Mascara seemed a fuck-up proof way to dabble in makeup that didn’t come from whatever drug store you happened to find on the road.

Dean was at the motel by the time you made it back. From the looks of it he was well on the way to a breakfast food, pie combo coma. Grabbing the Impala’s keys off the table, you put most of the bags directly in Baby’s trunk. The only one you brought in was the small, bright orange Ulta bag that held your mascara. That you tossed in the bathroom by the rest of your things and made your way back into the main area of the room.

“I could’ve come and picked you up.”

“I know. I was fine taking a cab though. Have you heard from Sam?”

“Yeah, he texted me awhile ago. He’s digging in moldy books.” Dean answered while moving over in the bed, making room for you as you approached. “Said to call if we go eat later.”

“Mmmkay” You snuggled in next to him, easily forming your body to his. “Let’s take a nap first. Shopping is hard.”

Dean kissed your forehead, smiling when he pulled back. “God yes. I’ll need a nap before I can eat again.”

You woke to Dean’s phone ringing, well Dean rolling over you to reach his phone on the nightstand.

“Yeah...ha haaaa nice work Sammy!” You gave him a puzzled look and he waggled his eyebrows at you. “So this a whole Belle thing? Sexy bookworm?” You could hear Sam telling him to shut up through the phone. “Alright, alright. Yeah don’t worry about it. We’ll manage without you...hey, Sam?...Just remember the quiet ones are always the freaks.”

“He hang up on you?”

“Yes! Can you believe that?”

“Yes.”

“So, what’ya say? Wanna go on a date with me?”

“Why, Dean Winchester! Are you askin’ me to go steady?”

“Yep. Might even let you wear my letterman jacket later.”

You smiled and stole a quick kiss before pushing him up so you could get ready. “Give me twenty to change and throw something on my face?”

“Can I have the bathroom first? Grab a quick shower?”

“Absolutely not.” You rolled your eyes at Dean when he pouted. “It gets all steamy and then I can’t see. I’ll be quick in there I promise.”

You quickly did your thing, actually excited to test drive your new mascara. Taking it it out of the slim box, you swept the wand through your lashes. Tossing the tube back in your small makeup bag, you made your way out before Dean could get restless about you taking too much time.

You were just pulling on a new pair of jeans when Dean came out of the bathroom and stalked toward you. You hadn’t even heard the shower turn on, figuring he forgot something you didn’t pay much attention until he spoke.

“What’s this?” The empty box from your mascara was in his hand. He couldn’t seriously be mad you forgot to throw it away, could he?

“Umm...I got a new mascara today...I must’ve forgot to toss the box. Sorry?”

“Dinner’s gonna have to wait.” By now he was right in front of you, he grabbed your waist pulling you flush against himself. “We need to test this out.”

“Wait, what?”

“It says right here, that ‘Troublemaker lashes are super fat, super long and sex proof. Holds up in hot and heavy situations’ Now, your eyes look beautiful. They always do, so I don’t know if this stuff made your lashes any longer than usual. But,” He let the box fall to the floor, and licked his lips. “I think that we would be remiss if we didn’t test out if it really is sex proof.”

“Is-is that so?”

Dean didn’t say anything, he just smirked and nodded his head.

“You think you can prove the good people at Urban Decay to be liars?”

“Oh, baby I’m pretty sure I can give them one hell of a run for their money.”

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manic-nova · 3 years ago

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Captivated. A Scaramouche Lemon.

Summary: You're captured by a fatui harbinger who intends to use you to gain intel on his enemies, but he discovers a more effective way to coax you for information.

Word Count: 3,673 words

Characters: Scaramouche x Fem Reader

Warnings: Themes of humiliation, kidnapping, slight bondage, fingering, rough sex, slight choking, voyeurism (fatui underlings watch), hair pulling, lots of degradation, unprotected sex. NSFW Minors GET OUT

You were dead. You knew you were dead the second you felt his abrasive hands wrapped around you, pulling you into the all consuming shadows of Inazuma’s busy streets. He tied your ankles and wrists so effortlessly, his right hand gripping onto your cheeks and tilting your blindfolded eyes up toward him.

“If you know what’s best for you, you won’t try to run or scream. You’ll do exactly as I tell you, and maybe then I’ll let you live. Is that understood?”

You muffled out an agreeable response at the man’s voice, nodding stiffly with his fingers still pressed into the skin of your face. You could tell through the bloodlust that seeped from his tone that he was not one to mess around with, that he’d kill you without hesitation if it came to it, but… something about the quality of his voice, demanding but almost whiny- you couldn’t deny it had you feeling far less appropriate feelings for the situation at hand.

“Good,” he quipped back, before moving his killer grip to your waist and stringing your limp and hopeless body over his shoulder. You had no clue where you were or where you were headed, but you could feel this man’s roughened hand rubbing up and down the back of your thigh, a lazy piece of fabric carelessly separating him from the bare skin. For a man that had been tossing you around like a sack of potatoes, his touch felt sensual and natural to him. You were nervous for what horrors potentially laid ahead, sure, but the more his hand caressed your body the harder it was for you to keep all of your rational thoughts from fading away. It didn’t help how he would comment under his breath about how good and obedient you were being. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but again, every logical thought was slipping away from you with each effortlessly seductive motion. It didn’t take all that long for you to feel warmth begin to settle between your legs, wet slick building up in a shameful arousal. Archons, you wanted to deny it all, claim that it was some weird coping mechanism you had devised to manage your fear over the situation, but the way your thighs were pressing together in a fleeting attempt to suppress the feeling and somehow only making it worse... it told the true story.

When the harbinger finally let you off his shoulder, tossing you onto the ground of a dark an empty room (like a sack of potatoes), you could hardly focus on anything except the absolute mess between your legs, which you defensively crossed the second you hit the floor. He removed your blindfold, and it was the first time you had beheld the eyes of your captor, a deep blue almost violet shade of venomous intent. You could've mistaken those eyes for innocent if you hadn't been pulled into the darkness by their owner just prior, but he was beautiful, captivating even. He was watching you like a hawk as he moved his hands to your restraints, momentarily untying your arms and legs. He was talking about something, and you knew you probably should've been listening, but you were entranced by the way the muscles in his arms would aggressively tighten and contract as he worked away the ropes, his intricate fingers tending to every small detail.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He chastised you, gaze sharp and threatening.

"I- I'm sorry... could you please repeat the question. I promise I'll listen this time."

He growled under his breath, his teeth clenching as he took a single deep breath. "Don't ever make me repeat myself again, you hear? Now, I need you to spread your arms and legs so I can make sure you didn't smuggle any weapons on you, understood?"

"Wait, what-" You immediately hesitated, your legs crossing over one another and slamming shut, heart accelerating exponentially.

"You know, you're really running my patience thin," he exasperated. "I don't have all day." Scaramouche immediately pinned your body down by the waist, slamming you into the ground and climbing over you as his hands moved up your torso and forced your arms above your head. His brazen touch was only further contributing to the heat, your insides instinctively clenching as his hands moved down your thighs which you desperately held pinned together. "What- are- you- hiding!" He groaned, finally managed to pry your legs open and pin them down. He was so furious, he almost didn't register just what he was looking at, but he looked back up at your face, shamelessly ripe red and then back down to the sopping wet fabric that he just stared at for a second without a hint of emotion. A sly smile began to mischievously grow across his face, mutating and morphing into an insidious laughter. He was red in the face with joy, practically cackling at your pathetic and exposed state, basking in the way the features of your face dropped in shame and humiliation. Still, his husky laughter and the way his hands were forcibly gripping your inner thighs were driving you mad. Your whole body was aflame under him, the shame feeding into the arousal, and the arousal into shame, a vicious and unending cycle, but overall... you just kinda wanted to die then and there.

Scaramouche finally got control of his laughter, a devious smile resting on his face in its place. "Of all the pathetic chumps I've seen who beg for their lives or their freedom, I gotta give it to you, this is a new low-"

"I- It's not what it looks like-"

"Uh- uh- uh. I am not finished talking," he swiftly interrupted, pressing his thumb onto your lips and parting them gently.

Your breath seemed to get caught in your chest, his gaze driving you wild as you watched him look you up and down, taking in your whole body and biting down subtly on his lower lip.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in a slight disbelief, his own satisfaction becoming hard to hide. "I guess this must be like some sort of fantasy of yours. That, or maybe you're just pathetically lonely."

Silence was the only answer you had. This was all beyond comprehension, and besides, you still couldn't tell if he was just stringing you along for his own enjoyment or if he had other plans. You couldn't read him, but he could see everything he needed to know about you between your legs. He was holding all the cards now. There was no running or denying him whatsoever.

"It's okay," he spoke condescendingly. "You don't have to deny it. After all, it's not like you could embarrass yourself any further here."

You hated it. You absolutely despised how your body reacted in such contorting pleasure to all of this, but your legs continued to twitch as your insides made desperate clenching motions, and the harbinger just continued to laugh at you and tease your thighs by gripping into them every time your body shifted.

Finally he leaned into your ear, hands still assertively pressed into the plush of your inner thighs and said. "Tell you what? I'll fuck you until you're a babbling mess and and then I'll ask you some important questions. I tend to your needs and you tend to mine. How does that sound?"

He didn't actually need to let you answer the question to know what you wanted, but still he waited for you to aggressively nod your head to him, which you immediately threw back as his fingers pushed down on your clit, rubbing circles through the soaked cloth. Godless moans escaped your body as he pushed the fabric aside, trailing his rough digits up and down your slick cunt as your back arched in response.

"Look at you, a big old mess at the hands of your enemy. You're gonna spill all your army's precious secrets to me soon, aren't you, you little whore?" he teased.

"Ahhuhh- uhuh, uhuh," you moaned in agreement, knowing damn well you would've agreed to just about anything he asked of you so long as he kept running his fingers across your slick folds. He touched you so roughly, but it felt like heaven, maybe because you had so much tension built inside you that was finally getting prepared to release.

"Oh, ya. You moan nice and loud for me. The least you can do for me since I'm being so generous. Let the whole building know what's going on." Scaramouche quipped, his thumb teasing at your clit as his forefingers began to prod at your hole.

"AhHh- t-there's other people here?" you asked hesitantly, barely able to form the sentence under all the mind numbing pleasure as he pushed his fingers into you, priding himself at the way your walls clamped around him so instinctually.

"Oh, ya," he cooed as he watched his fingers disappear in and out of you as continued to let out silky moans in rhythm with his motions. "There's plenty of other people here. You know, I bet one or two of them has their ears pressed to the door. They're probably jacking themselves off to the sound of your slutty moans. Archons, you're so shameless."

You felt a winding build up tightening in your core, breaths hitched as Scaramouche accelerated his pace, watching your face and body contort as he pushed his fingers into you again and again. The pleasure was all you could think about, a mind consuming singular thought as you held your legs open for him so that he could push into you without any hesitation. Soon you felt that build up reach its breaking point. "AhHHUhh- I- I'm gonna c-cum!"

"That's right," The man encouraged in total focus. "Cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

His words seemed to push you over the edge, taking only a few more thrusts before creamy translucent liquid began to gush out of you, Scaramouche holding you by your hair with his free hand and forcing you to watch yourself cum all over yourself and his hand. You couldn't seem to pin down what you were feeling in the moment as a wave of emotion rushed through your body. It was hard to decipher whether it was the arousal still coursing through your veins or the overwhelming sense of humiliation you felt watching you cum on the hands of your captor.

You felt his grip on your hair loosen slightly, your body going limp as Scaramouche took his fingers from you and lapped his tongue around your juices. He leaned back into your ear, retightening his grip just moment after you felt him begin to lighten up on you. Your upper bodies pressed up against each other in a way that felt deliberate on his part. "You ready to tell me what I want to know?" he asked in a singsongy tone.

You were still sensitive, but your mind has already diverted back to its one track thinking, so you drew silent at the question. Saying no was a terrible idea, you knew that, but you still wanted more.

"Oh? That wasn't enough for you," he questioned with cocked brow. "Well, I guess that means I'm gonna have to stop going easy on you."

Scaramouche began tugging at your top, pulling the loose fabric down to reveal your perked up breasts. He tugged the flimsy dress all the way down your body, leaving it wrapped around your ankles as he picked you up off the ground. Your legs were shaking so bad you could barely stand, and Scaramouche only seemed to revel in your struggle.

"You're a real lucky one, you know that?" he rattled on as he began to fidget with the buttons of his pants. "There's not a single person in Tevyat that can say they've been in your peculiar situation. I'd say you should be proud of yourself if you weren't being such a pathetic little whore."

Scaramouche released his strained cock from its hold, pumping its shaft with one hand as he guided your body back toward his with another. He turned you around to face away from him, his hands gripping onto your waist assertively as he began to drag his cock across the forsaken surface of your slick folds. Harmonic moans escaped your lips with each movement, and Scaramouche answered you with suppressed low groans he was trying to hide away but failing. Your body attempted to instinctively move itself across the harbinger's cock, but Scaramouche only gripped into your sides with more force, holding you so he could use your body in the exact way he pleased. He positioned his tip at your entrance, letting it poke into you just barely as he leaned into your ear to whisper a combination of threats, backhanded compliments, and insults, each comment somehow coming off more seductive than the last. ""Oh, you poor thing," he cooed. "You're gonna regret asking for more."

Your captor pushed himself into you with excessive force, making you squeal out in a pained and pleasured cry. You saw stars as he pulled your hips into him and eliminated any remaining space between your bodies. Your breathing was already short and scattered in total contrast from the man behind you who seemed perfectly composed. "Oh, is it too much already?" The man mockingly questioned. " Trust me. This is nothing," he calmly commented before pulling out of you and immediately forcing himself back in. You yelped, tears prickling at your eyes at the mind numbing feeling of his length prodding into you, and he made himself comfortable in your discomfort, pushing back into you over and over again, just fast enough so that with every thrust he seemed to satisfy your ache to be filled with his cock at the last second before the feeling dissipated. The pacing was a painful and deliberate tease, intended to turn you into a desperate babbling mess- and it worked.

"Scaramouche, please! Faster... more... please," you whined.

"Patience, baby. Patience is key. We're waiting on something important..." He spoke ominously, caressing your skin as he continued to pump into you at mind-bogglingly slow pace.

"Waiting on something? What do you-"

Before you could even finish the thought a band of guards, four of them, flung the metal door open. They're eyes met yours and filled with panic, multiple of them immediately lurching for the door, but Scaramouche apparently had other plans. "You dimwits! Turn the fuck around and walk your sorry asses back in here."

They all looked around at each other in confusion, eyes darting to avoid the gazes of you and their boss. They didn't seem to trust the Harbinger whatsoever. In fact, they looked as if they were analyzing the situation and reading as a trap.

Scaramouche growled impatiently at the dumbfounded group of guards. "Straight line in front of me. Now!" he demanded, lowered tones sending shivers down the rookies spines.

They all scurried through the door way and stood stiffly a couple yards in front of you as they nervously continued to search for anything else to focus on out of fear for their lives.

"H-how can we help you, Sir Scaramouche?" The man on the far left asked hesitantly.

You could feel his nefarious intentions in the way he gripped tighter into the skin of your hips. You let out a slight whimper, which had all the boys in front of you seeming to shrivel in embarrassment. Scaramouche only thrived in the rooms awkward tension. "I want you all to watch closely and enjoy the show. Just be sure to pay attention, because this is a one time deal, understood?"

The men's confusion only seemed to grow among them, passing looks to each other and then guilty glances onto you and Scaramouche, eyes barely passing to catch glimpses of the lewd and desperate look on your face as your mouth hung wide open, tongue practically rolling out in your time of overwhelming desire and need.

"I said is that understood?!" Scaramouche exasperated at the men, they're like of responsiveness driving is patience levels to minuscule lows.

The men stuttered and spattered before finally spitting out a stupidly eager and synchronous "Understood!"

They're eyes darted onto you from that moment on and never left, and despite how you wanted to turn your head away from them as not to face them, Scaramouche caught your chin in his hand every time and turned you right back to face them, his pace finally picking up as he forced you to stare into the eyes of boyish strangers that all looked at you like they'd cum just from the sight of you. It was unbearably mortifying, but what was worse was the way you're body was reacting so agreeably to it all. You're nipples perked up, the pace of your heartbeat picked up tenfold, and the coil building in your core was starting to wind up fast as Scaramouche maintained a quick pace, ramming into you with his length. You tried to hold back the sinful moans escaping your lips, but the harbinger stuck his fingers far back into your throat until you were gagging then let up only enough for you to breath and resume the unholy sounds. The boys were all struggling to keep composure as they attentively watched every twitch and contortion of your body. Scaramouche was deviously ecstatic.

"You see their faces?" Scaramouche asked, bending over on top of you to reach deeper as he moved his hand from his mouth to around your neck. "You see it? The way they're fucking you with their eyes. See how their cocks are all dying to stuff a braindead little sex doll like you?" His face turned briefly away from your ear and back up toward his underlings. "It's okay if you boys wanna touch yourselves. I won't judge or blame you," he instructed them with a forced tone of sympathy. "Just know this is as close as you'll ever get to fucking her. She's my sex doll now, isn't that right?" He teased, jabbing his hips forward and filling you to the brim with his cock to which you keened so loudly.

You nodded your head ferociously, the twisted pleasure overwhelming your mind as your only verbal response became "uhuh, uhuh." He felt so good stuffed deep inside you, you could hardly care about the way those men were palming themselves through their black cargo pants or fidgeting desperately with their pants zipper.

Scaramouche could tell easily by your reaction that he'd found the sweet spot that kissed your cervix just right. You were so far gone from that point from the pleasure, and the man behind you seemed to finally begin to lose his composure as well with a combination of sultry chuckles and a string of moans that continued to included the phrase "you stupid whore." He didn't let up on the pressure or pace though as he continued to shove his cock into you in a perfect rhythm, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through your body. "Fucking slut," Scaramouche chastised you in choppy breaths. "You're totally- getting off to this- how embarrassing- Ah..."

The sound of his voice seemed to send you into overdrive, your whole body flaring up in a pulsating heat as you felt the knot inside your stomach begin to fall and snap apart. "Scaramouche! I- I'm gonna cum!! Ahhuhuh!"

"Of course you are- you disgusting whore- Ahhah, oh god!"

Scaramouche seemed to fall apart into an array of insidious moans, releasing into you without warning and loosening his grip as his head threw back to ride out his orgasm. Your body responded to the sensation by immediately coating his cock in your creamy release, and his moans and yours were piercing and careless. You had nearly completely forgotten about the men watching the spectacle, but one look at them and it was clear they reached their peak long before you and the harbinger. Your climax was heavenly. It felt so long and yet ended too quickly, and Scaramouche was about ready to keel over from the way your walls repeatedly clenched and released. He was a mess for all the shit he talked. Of course, you weren't gonna say that. You didn't wanna die.

He finally seemed to come to his senses, and as soon as he did, he looked onto his men, absolutely wrecked and consumed in their own pleasure, but Scaramouche was still fast to send them back out of the room. "Why are you still standing here?! Show's over! Get the fuck out!" He yelled in a frenzy of panicked shame.

The harbinger began to slide himself out of you, and you felt your knees start to collapse as his grip softened. Scaramouche caught you in his arms before you went crashing to the ground, uncharacteristically docile as he gently lowered to to the floor and flopped down next to you soon after. For a second he was actually kind of cute.

"Wow, you really couldn't keep it together at the end there, could you?" You breathily murmured.

"I'm still not opposed to killing you, you know?" He droned, shaking his head in utter disappointment.

You nodded understandably and drew silent in response. Sure, he might've been kidding. That was not something you wanted to test.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to interrogate me or something?" You questioned him.

"Not right this second," he growled. "We've got all the time in the world. I'm in no rush."

You let out a relieved sigh, the clear shift in his demeanor evident as he turned to break your gaze, like a whole new Scaramouche had entered the room. You smiled at the sight of him, calm and brimming with nervous energy, and you thought to yourself, "I could get used to this."

A/N: Hey guys! It's totally been a minute, but earlier this week I got random ass Scaramouche brain rot so take it, I guess. I always get kind of nervous writing stuff like this. Dipping into the realm of exploring where embarrassment turns into arousal always feels like I'm going to reach people who simply don't get it, but then I remember this account is anonymous, and I write for me. So with that said, I hope some of you enjoyed this Scaramouche lemon, and remember that my ask box is open for any suggestions for future prompts. Thanks for reading! -Nova.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years ago

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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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oftenderweapons · 2 years ago

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Seoulmate | MYG

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, spicy (with smutty implications)

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Yoongi and Kitten are basking in their post-engagement bliss. And as Yoongi tries to write his vows — and fails miserably — he decides he can bare one more part of his soul. (Similarly to L.A. Confidential, Yoongi and Kitten exchange some spicy texts during a group dinner and after letting out some steam, Yoongi takes a moment to reflect on his time with Kitten).

Warnings: sexting (mentions of pegging, strap on, oral sex, 69)

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Kitten, love

It was painful to get out of bed while you were there, asleep, beautiful.

I wanted to sleep next to you, to bask in your peace, in your calm.

But I stood up and came over here in the studio, to think.

It's been two weeks since I said yes to you, to life with you, to being with you forever.

I'll say this before you start getting worried: I don't regret it.

I love you and I don't regret it. Ever since the moment I met you, my only regret is not opening up sooner to you. I wish I'd laid myself bare from the moment I first saw you.

I wish I'd let you read me like a book, scrutinise me with your attentive eyes that so often are focused on minuscule details, like when you pour over your law books and your case studies.

I knew you would have tread softly on me. And you would have read me perfectly, right from the start.

But I'm also glad we didn't risk it, because I'm glad of where we are right now and I'm not so confident that any other path would have brought us here, not with my secluded personality that closes up like a clam whenever someone gets too close too fast.

I think I've been raised like a stray for all my life, and dammit, it feels perfect to be domesticated by you.

You made me your loyal, devoted pet, and I've never been more grateful.

I took this pen tonight because I intended to write my wedding vows, but once more I have failed. Whenever I try — it's the fourth time now — I always get distracted and find myself writing this sort of diary to you.

It's like a logbook of my exploration of you, and hopefully I'll keep updating it till my last day at your side — even more hopefully the last day of my life.

You know I'm not romantic, but for you I'll give it a try, because I've learnt that when with the right people, even the impossible can happen.

And the most impossible happened the day my mind learnt of you, the moment I apprehended your existence.

That was the moment you entered my mind, and ever since then you never left it.

There’s this part of me, whenever I come back home, the part that says “I’m home” and I know it’s because I just walked in, but it’s mostly because finally I am with you. Any day, doesn’t matter how long, is better when I know I’ll be home, I’ll be in your arms at the end of it all.

And then again, you know I’ve been scared to hug people all my life and I did it anyway, and it’s not because I don’t like it, but because I don’t know when to let go. I like holding on, if I could I’d never let go at all, but then again I don’t want the other person to feel awkward or to hold on to me for pity, and not because they actually want to. But with you, I know you hold on because we need it, both of us, and you’d never let go of me, because you always say you want to hold me all the time.

Sometimes I’m afraid I don’t hold you (or allow you to hold me) for long enough, but then I remember you’re not the type to be afraid of asking and I manage to relax.

God, Kitten, I love you so much.

Most of the time I forget you’re not an extension of myself – I mean, that we’re one thing, that we’re the same thing. I get careless and treat you the way I would treat myself, I push you through the same bullshit I push myself through and I kiss you with the intensity I would want to be kissed in return. I cook you my favourite meals, buy for you things I would love for myself, clothes I would wear myself. And I don’t know if you say it because you don’t want to break my heart or because you’re too damn good for this world, but you love all of that. It feels like I know you, like the universe had been shaping us to fit perfectly against each other, inside each other.

I never understood how intimate the word “penetration” could feel – and I don’t mean it as the divine experience of having sex with you. I was thinking of how I feel like you’re a knife to me, sinking inside me so deep until flesh regrows around you, and I almost feel normal again, but then as I go about my day, I shift and you shift inside me, I see some memory of you, of us, and then I feel you moving inside me, like a ghost, caressing your fingertip against my mind. There’s nothing sweeter than that.

There’s nothing sweeter than walking down a street and seeing something at the window and thinking, “oh, she would love that”.

There’s nothing sweeter than seeing the billboards of a show we were thinking of watching together, nothing sweeter than someone ordering your favourite food during a business meal and my face lighting up in a smile as memories flow through my brain like a movie. All of them, Kitten.

I’m so yours. I have no other words to explain it but these. I am. So. Yours.

And there’s no other thing I want to be.

There’s no other way but be your husband and wear your ring and have you wear mine, like a person holding their pet’s leash – for protection rather than for ownership.

Kitten… If you could see yourself through my eyes…

Sometimes I cry because I can’t bear the thought of missing you, because with you, the verb “missing” takes its most literal and violent meaning.

I miss you like one would miss a limb, like a puppy misses their owner. Sometimes I sit alone at home and feel like whining until you come back, and I hate the absence of you until my soul grows blue and the colour drips out of me and all over the sofa, dripping to the floor, rising like a tide until I feel I am suffocating.

But then you appear and the blue washes away and there’s warmth and suddenly I don’t even care your absence ruined my mood because you’re back! You’re here! And I feel like I was being silly and I just hug you.

You always complain when I don’t let you get changed straight away after you come home from work, when I “hold you hostage”, as you call it, on the sofa, but you don’t realise that when I do I am clinging to you like you’re a lifeline, saving me from the tide of the blues.

I feel so silly for writing all of this stuff and I can already imagine the teasing smile you’ll wear, grinning through the tears once you read this.

But for now I’m getting too emotional, so I guess I’ll just close my entry here and go back to bed, to you. I’ll hold on tight, baby. I’ll hold you as tight as you need me to.

I’ll tell you I love you and you’ll probably be asleep. You’ll probably wake up sweaty and sticky because I’ll be clinging to you and I’ll probably wake up once you move away. I’ll leave you some space, reassured by the fact that your hand’s in mine as we fall asleep again. And by morning come we’ll be sprawled over each other all over again.

Goodnight, Kitty cat. Sleep safe.

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la-duvalin · 2 years ago

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omg here it is my first ever request: edward nashton x reader where reader lives next door to ed with her mom and stepdad and he can hear them fighting all the time. at first, he tries to mind his business until he runs into her in the stairwell while her parents are fighting again. maybe she even has a bruise and that triggers something inside him… maybe they grow mutually infatuated with each other? maybe she helps him with his riddler schemes? idk feel free to change it up how you see fit, i cant wait to see where you go with this!

Oh my! Hell yes dear bestie, and thanks for such an interesting, juicy ask!!♡ I'll do my best for your 1st request! This one is also a couple of firsts for me!I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved making it <3 Also thank you for your patience!!

Happy birthday my dearest friend ♡♡

Summary: Your life is living hell from time to time, until you start getting to know your peculiar neighbour who looks like a cute floruga, who kinda happens to not be one completely, but it seems like he makes your life heaven, or...doesn't he?

Warnings: Eddie with a god complex, descriptions of violence, angst, mature language, descriptions of murder, domestic violence, smut,dub con, masturbation, humilliation in sex, forced masturbation, non con fingering, manipulation, reader forced into submission and obedience, gaslighting, incel thinking and behaviour, misoginy.

Little FYI, in the parts were I narrate things from our dear Eddie's point of view, is how I think he would express and think things, not mine!! It counts for the reader as well.

AFAB reader with she/her pronouns!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is a dark fic, please be wise and prudent.

Word count: 13k

Hell Also Has a Spectrum

You noticed how the sound of his footsteps stopped suddenly, your curiosity got the best of you, so you stared at him only to notice how he was already staring at you. This of course confused you, why would your neighbor just stand only to look at you? Until you remembered, the new bruise on your cheekbone was probably more evident than before. Then the memory of how it got there attacked your mind, how your parents were fighting, as usual, and how even though you were minding your own business they still managed to drag you into their fight again. Just that this time you decided not to stay quiet, not to let them drag you even more into their misery, toxicity and drama. You tried almost everything, from asking them calmly to let you out of all that, to begging them, to stupidly trying to make them calm themselves and reason, nothing worked and it only made things worse, so in your desperation you just screamed at both of them to stop all their crap and to get a fucking divorce instead of being assholes and making their lives and your own a living hell, that's more or less how it came out of your mouth. So of course your stepdad punched you on the face so hard that it threw you to the floor, dazed and pained crawling trying to make sense of what just happened, to later on literally kick you out of the house and yell you to come back only if you beg for their forgiveness as he calls you an insufrible miserable little brat while your mother allowed it and said that you deserved it, her words coming out like the poison they are and hurting you like so. The mere fast flashback almost made you throw up from the anxiety and anguish it brought. He had never done anything like this, he had threatened before, but never laid a finger on you.

You didn't give them the joy of knowing how bad this affected you, making you cry in silence, sitting on the edge of the stairwell that led to other floors, your calves and feet hanging, comforting yourself while doing your best to bring yourself to a calm state, something you've been good at for many years, and it took you some minutes, but unknown to how many there were. Then one of your coping mechanisims started acting, disassociating, daydreaming. But these happy dreams were interrupted not long after by the moment that brought you back to reality, your neighbour staring at you almost in well hidden shock.

He was planning on just walking off to his apartment, and to never think of your lovely face with such a horrible bruise marking it, but something in him just couldn't allow him to do that. He barely knew you, the only interactions you both had were kind and polite greetings whenever you bumped into each other, something you started, just being nice, but it was also something almost no one did ever.

—May I help you, sir?— you decide to ask, a bit weirded out by his intense stare, but curious at the same time

He got embarrassed once he realized of this little accident, then he looked at the door of your "home", the screams of your parents still so loud as usual, and then stared back at you again, he seemed nervous.

—Would you like some pumpkin pie?— he says softly with a shy smile

—Huh?—

—I just got some yesterday and it's really good...I'd like to share a slice or two with you— he explained, in a more normal volume for your to hear him.

—Sure...I'd like that too— you answered, a huge smile on your face now. He really is as nice and kind as he seems, you thought.

As you stood up, he was already on his door and looking for his keys in his pocket, oh he definitely was nervous and wasn't that good at hiding it.

His apartment was a bit of a mess but also a bit empty, like if he barely lived there.

He pulled you a chair and dragged it to the little table near his kitchen and offered you to sit to then later get into his kitchen so fast you couldn't even thank him properly for the seat, he already had disappeared from your view, so you just decided not to care much, and just sat, looking around his flat discretely while you waited. You did notice how even in the mess things were in "order" even though it all looked weird, probably it was ordered in his mind in a certain way «An organized mess, huh...» you thought to yourself, knowing you tend to to that from time to time as well.

Meanwhile your kind neighbour, was hiding and stalling in his kitchen, he just couldn't believe he had actually invited you over into his trashy apartment, and now it was expected that he'd talk to you, at least it's what he thought you expected, he doesn't have anything prepared in regards of what to say in these situations, specially in such a complicated and specific as this one. As he got the already cut in half pie he bought the day before, and prepared a plate, he was overthinking in what to say, how to start a casual conversation, he really sucked at this.

He finally came out after a while, with a plate with a slice of pie on it on one hand, and a cloth with ice inside it in his other hand, and left them both on the table

—Thanks— you say softly with a little smile on your face while looking at him as he sat on the other end of the table

—What's your name?— he asked a bit dryly due to his nervousnes.

He already knew it, it had been screamed numerous times by your infuriated mother and your crazy stepfather, but he wanted to pretend things weren't like that, to make you feel a bit normal and safe. So he smiled once you pronounced it, specially since he always thought it was a beautiful name.

—Well I hope you like it...the pie— stumbling a bit on his words while speaking, he started fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he's had since he was a child.

You cut a piece with the fork as you put the improvised ice pack against your cheekbone, and proceded to ear the desert. —It's delicious...thank you— you replied, a tear threatening to leave your eye, you needed this company and kindness more than you thought, realizing it almost tore you apart, it was nice for someone to finally take care of you somehow.

—What is your name?— you finally ask after a couple of minutes of pure silence.

—Edward...Edward Nashton—

—Edward...that's a cute name— your words coming out as whispered, almost as if talking to yourself, but there was the intention of him hearing you say the honest compliment.

The moment those words left your lips, dear Eddie almost choked on his own saliba, though he had the funniest and cutest expression of embarrassment on his now bright pink, almost fully red face. Against your want, you decided it was best not to tease the poor flustered man who looks like he's going to explode from the surprise your compliment gave him, so instead you just kept eating the delicious pumpkin pie, with a cheeky but really shy smile.

Edward's POV

What was that? Did you just make fun of him? Did you just give him a fake compliment?

«But why?! How could she make fun of my name?! I have been nothing but kind towards her!»

—Cute?— the bitterness he felt was expressed perfectly by his voice and tone.

His head turned and it made obvious that his stare we completely on you, and the more he looked at that beautiful face of yours, the more he convinced himself that that little "compliment" was a joke and a mock. You flattering him? HA! Yeah right, he wasn't falling for it.

—Well yeah...—you begin, your tone was relaxed and as if you were saying something obvious, but your eyes showed that hint of panic and nervousness. —I personally like your name, how it's pronounced, I like the sound of it— you finish explaining with a confused brow.

—It's just a name, and a common one— he replied, almost attacking you.

—Yeah, so? Gee man, whoever hurt you must be the scum of the Earth no doubt of that, but come on, take my honest compliment, you deserve it—

Now that is weird, he's in shock. What did you just say? He didn't know if he should be enraged or just stay confused, what could he even say to respond to such words?

What a strange and peculiar female you are. Almost like if you were a riddle yourself, now, that seems more interesting for him.

•••

He really is as weird as you thought, but you also understand life might not have been kind to him, judging by the reaction to your flattery.

—Dam, this pie really is good!— you say, knowing it would make it uncomfortable not to say anything after the state he now is in. —Where did you get it?—

—Huh?...Oh! From the store across the street— he sounded like if he was forced to come back to reality.

From there the conversation went smoothly and nicely, even though both of you weren't that good at socializing, there was something about him that made you do your very best to try. You figured how small talk didn't work on him, which was more than perfect for you as well.

Your mom and stepdad are long forgotten to you now, even with their still constant screaming with a couple of breaks. When Mr.Nashton accidentally started to rant why puzzles are good for the brain and what types of thinking they help to develop, you couldn't help but feel truly fascinated for the passion with which he spoke, how much he knows about the topic, and just how happy he looked, until he stopped to apologized for talking much, and even though you tried your best to reassure him that it was okay, he just kept quiet, but you decided to still ask him about one specific conondrum that you didn't quite understand. Your neighbour knew what you were doing, but no one had asked him to continue talking about his fixations or interests, and he couldn't say no to the cute face you put up for him.

A couple of months passed and he had adopted you somehow, since your mom and stepdad fought almost every single day, you ended at Edward's door every time, to the point that his apartment became more of a home for you than where you live at, your neighbour himself felt like a home to you. Yes he was a weirdo, filled with red flags and rare habits, and there was just something about him that didn't feel right, and as much as you tried to figure it out, you just couldn't, there were a lot of pieces missing, but you decided not to really care. It was nice to be with someone who listens to you and somehow and in his way cares. Also, it didn't take you long to aknowledge and admit to yourself that there was something strangely attractive in him and not only phisically speaking, at some point you found yourself wanting to make him laugh just so you could listen to his funny sweet giggles and see that cute smile. To add that after constantly talking to him and spending time together, even if he was doing things for his work or just couldn't pay much attention to you, he was opening more, bit by bit, taking his time and being extra careful with what he shares and says, that is obvious, but you don't mind it. Another thing you've noticed is how lately in the past two weeks you've seen him less and less, him giving you the excuse he's been working overtime, but honestly you just can't believe it, because he's also changed, like if he was slightly more confident of himself and more detached to reality than usual, dwelling too much on his thoughts to the point his body is almost the only thing left of him.

—Riddle me this...!— he started enthusiastically.

—No, Eddie! You always come up with the weirdest and most difficult riddles ever, don't torture me!— you "begged" playfully, but he did actually give you some pretty challenging riddles from time to time.

—Riddle me this...— he repeated —What does a liar do when he' dead?— he finally asked, though there was something in his voice that gave away that he really wanted you to answer this one, like if it was important somehow.

—Okay, first of all, that's a bit creepy...— you replied, and then hummed a bit as you think your answer, looking at the floor of his living room like if it had the answer. —Dam I don't know...—

—Come on, at least think—

—Hey, I am! Don't be mean!— you scolded with a cute pout. —He...lies still?— you answered with doubt after really thinking it through and remembering more or less how your friend's riddles were. You admit you ain't the best at these games, but therw is just something enjoyable about Eddie's puzzles and conondrums.

—Good...here's your reward— he praised, a bit proud of your answer. He hands you half a paper sheet as he stared at your face, as if studying and analyzing each and everyone of your expressions and facial movements.

—What's this?— Investigating and reading your reward you see how it has the same question but it had a couple of strange symbols bellow the question, and in the bottom of the page those symbols were there again, only in diffetent positions and there were more, different from the others. —What kind of reward is this, Eddie?—

Sweet and playful giggles come out of him —You tell me—

You are now truly and obviously confused.

—Just observe well, dear — he explains like if it was weird that you didn't get it, and then he just sat in front of his computer and started working on it, leaving you on purpose to solve yet another puzzle of his.

The symbols were cutious yet interesting to look at «Did he create these by himself? If he did...then he really might be a true genius...» you said to yourself, and then it suddenly came, the way some symbols were repeated on the bottom of the riddle, you connected them to your answer «So...it's his own alphabet?! Gee this guy really is something huh»

Grabbing the notebook Edward gave you for his games and challenges, you copied the symbols, all of them, and separated the letters you already had, immediately relating this to the hangman game, having only a few letters and guessing the rest until it gave you the answer, or at least an answer as closest as possible to the true message, though there were ten letters out of the twenty three «Well I guess it's enough...I mean I think it should be, if it weren't then Eddie would've put more, right? There is almost nothing he does withoutbreally thinking it through until it's perfect in his point of view».

At first you took a picture of the strange letters only, and searched them up in google images to see if you could be in luck and find something alike it, or even better, the strange alphabet itself, but unfortunately no matter how well taken the picture was, no resuslts were found, he really had created this. «Apparently there's no cheating in this one...again...a-fucking-gain!».

Since there was no other choice and you really wanted to solve this, you started by decoding the most common letters in the phrase, and you did quite a few variations until it all made sense, and from there, there was only the last step, completing it and writing it down on your friend's paper sheet.

"You are as smart as I thought"

Those words sounded in your head with his voice, making you blush. He thought of you that way before you solved this little puzzle, and he had enough faith in you to know you would solve it perfectly, he includes you into his little games and you beat him. This last fact made you feel chills running though your body, the sense of accomplishment it gave you had this effect.

Sooner than later you already found yourself standing up and going to Eddie's desk to show him your achievement. Bending over to hug him from behind while he was still sitting, working on his computer, slightly hiding the paper from him, you felt him tense a little under your touch. You raised your hand from his shoulder and showed him the paper, immediately taking it from your grasp, "accidentally" caressing your hand on the process.

—It did take you some time— he says sarcastically while looking at the paper sheet, just teasing you , but kind of not so much.—Well done! You really are as smart as I thought, dear— he finally said in a genuinely proud tone.

That little pet name he gave you, didn't come out as much, but whenever it did you knew it was special, making your heart skip a beat every time it came out of him.

—And you are a lot more creative than I thought, Eddie! This is truly amazing!— you replied honestly, hugging him a little tighter, squeezing your cheek against his. —Creating your own alphabet! It's amazing!—

—Wait, how do you know I made it?— he asked, suspecting that you tried cheating.

—Well...I guess, it's you we're talking about! Of course you had to have your own alphabet! You're all about being original and doing things your own way, and all of those things of the sort, you even create your own riddles! Plus, I do think you're smart enough to create your own alphabet, darling!— it was true, but still of course you weren't going to guve yourself away and admiting to your little and poor attempt at cheating.

Once you finished he turned his head to look at you, with his eyes almost completely closed, making very obvious he was suspicious of you. Though he was also doing his very best for his face not to end like a tomato in color, both your visages were so so close, the temptation and consuming desire of his to just get even closer to kiss your precious lips, the only ones he desires.

—What? Don't you believe me, Eddie darling?— you faked a sad tone and made a little pout, exactly what you knew could make oh dear Eddie melt and fold.

—Fine...you didn't cheat, how could you?— he said again sarcastically, and ended with a deep sigh.

Suddently and interrupting the moment, your phone's alarm went off, you grabbed it from your pocket, but still holding Edward with one of your arms, and deactivated the alarm. —Shit...It's already late. I'm sorry Eddie, but I have to go, I don't wanna beg to get into my own home yet again, to that asshole, so I'll just get going— you told him, just as you do every time when it's the hour to go. —Thanks for having me today and for letting me play another one of your games!— that honest acknowledgment ended with a deep kiss on his cheek, but was crudely cut by you releasing him from your hug and finally leaving with a —See you tomorrow!—.

Once you left completely and shut the door right behind you, Edward was still in his seat, staring blankly at his computer but without paying attention to whatever there was on it, in shock by what you just did, you've never kissed him before, there were barely hugs and that only because he wasn't that used to physical touch and it was just so rare and strange for him, it took time for him to really allow you to do so every once in a while. But this kiss, quick but sweet, it felt like heaven to him, the moment just replayed in his head, almost like if he wss figuring out if it had really happened or if it was just another one of his vivid daydreams, another one of his fantasies, but his logical mind kept telling him that it wasn't, this was real, just as real as the pain he's felt through all his life, and the struggles that have always had accompanied him.

His stare went to the little game on paper he had given you, he took it and admired it with a little smirk on his face, now his mind was somewhere else.

—Yes...she could be...— he agreed with himself outloud, his thoughts were making dangerous connections and plans, but he, in his mind, contemplated they were good and could be taken into action.

You were sitting on your couch, in your home, looking desperately for something. Your parents left to go on a date with each other to make up for whatever fight they had about last night. So after finally being able to clean your house peaceably you invited your dear friend over, and he accepted, which was a miracle since he's been so busy and absent lately you don't see him as much anymore.

—Where the fuck is that thing?— you couldn't help thinking outloud due to your frustation.

—What are you looking for?— Eddie sounds almost amused by your present state.

—The dam remote! I seriously don't understand how my sorry excuse of a stepdad leaves the tv on and with that crap channel all the dam time!—

Edward found the control remote before you and turned the tv off

—Thank you!— you exclaim relieved and end with a deep sigh.

—Why do you hate it so much, darling?—

He was getting more and more confident with the pet names, and of course you're not complaining .

—Are you kidding? The oh so goodie goodie Gotham mayor and politicians talking crap and lies all the dam time and selling them like truths, and the worst part is that people actually believe their bs, like for example my pathetic and sorry excuse of a living being that is my stepdad!—

—How...how do you know all they talk are lies? Do you know the truths behind those?— he asks, his tonw suddenly serious and difficukt to decipher the emotions and hints of thought behind them.

—Well...It's obvious, how many journalists have been disappeared or threatened with their and their families life and safety? How many tv shows and channels and entire newspapers, and comedians have been suddenly canceled and just gone for telling the truth? Why do so many news channels present scandals and "news" of the entertainment world are shown instead of the real crisis and the truly worrying things happening around the globe and even our own cities? Just to cover up that they're criminals themselves and that they protect and are of service to other criminals! Jesus! They're the guys that Batman should be taking care off the most!— there was obvious anger in your voice, not being able to hold these strong opinions any longer just made you explode, you were always forced to keep your mouth shut toward this topic since you knew it's problematic to not do so, specially surrounded by people who believed the lies media gave.

He stood next to you and looked down, staring at your face as if analyizing it, something you've become used to by now.

—Do you sometimes feel like if there was something you could do about it?— he was serious, but also maskong whatever other feelings or hints of thought there were behind his question.

—Well yeah...I mean I wish I could do something, but I have family and people I care about, and, surprisingly, I do wanna keep living and with no problems—

His hand went towards your face to stoke your cheek softly while studying your eyes, like if searching the most minimal lie in these, but he didn't find any. Your heart beat rising and your face blushing as concequence of his most recent actions.

—There is always a way to get things done, dear—

—What do you mean?—

—Exactly what I just said...—

His hand left your face and then he proceded to stare at the window, like if nothing had happened

«WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! First he does that little stunt on me and he says that weird shit and then he acts this way! And he didn't even kiss me nor did he at least explain what he really meant?! The fuck!» you thought again frustrated, it's impossible to express how much you've longed for his sweet lips for various things.

—Hey your mom needs you to go to the store— he said simply as he passed you your phone after it recieving a note.

—Huh? What?— you say as if coming back to Earth from your thoughts. —Oh...okay, I'll go now, it'll be quick, if you want you can stay here, I won't be long!— you say checking your phone and standing up.

—Sure, I'll stay—

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek for the first time after the other one you gave him in his flat, and left.

Edward's POV

As soon as your frame walked past the door, he started to roam around your place, even after all these months of knowing you, it's his first time here. He always imagined this place as an absolute mess, even worse than his in the flat next to yours, but just because of your parents, and it kinda was, but you did a very good job cleaning it. As you should like a good girl.

Once he located your room, which wasn't that difficult, he let himself in without thinking twice. It was a bit messy not even your bed was made, but it wasn't that bad, he touched some of the things while looking, and leaving then in the exact position as they were before. He finally layed on your bed, stomach down, as he smelled your pillows and moaning at your scent, no fragances nor perfumes, just your smell and your shampoo's. He inhaled as much as he could of it, like a drug, and it was for him. He sighed while calling out your name in a whisper, feeling a slight uncomfort within his pants, like if they were tighter, his breathing became uneasy and his mind was suddenly being attacked by those fantasies he had every night after a long day. He couldn't think straight anymore, he just acted, quickly going through your dirty clothes and finding a pair of your panties, and bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply again, as he stroked his clothed hard on, gaining another moan from him, laying now on his back but his head turned so he could never stop inhaling your scent from your pillows. He regreted not breaking into your room before wishing he hadn't been so busy with his life and the secret one.

The recent memory of you sitting on your couch while he stroke your cheek as you looked up to him, opening your eyes wide in surprise, and your slightly parted lips, judging by the natural movements of your chest your breathing was uneasy, it all repeated in his mind like if it was happening now. He unbuckels his belt and pants, freeing his deviously strained cock, spitting on his hand and putting the wet spot on the tip of his dick, letting his saliba slide slowly through his length. Fantasizing about how instead of turning around and looking through the window, he'd forced you to make him hard through his clothes with your hands, or by rubbing your cheeks and lips against him, to later then make you choke on his length, with tears running through your cheeks unitl they met your chin.

He really wanted to enjoy this time he had in your room with your things with your smell and escence, so he started teasing himself, slowly to the point it was painful and made him desperate, whimpering and panting pathetically, grunting once he allowed himself to fuck his fist properly.

So close to his high, with drops of precum mixed with his spit, moving his hips slowly, he heard steps coming from were the main door area and the sound of keys. Adrenaline and panic filled his veins making him stand up faster than he's ever done, hiding his hard on in his clothes and buckling his belt, accomodating your sheets and pillows as best as possible as how he more or less remembered they were before he did anything, then he ran quietly to the living room where you left him, putting your dirty panties on his jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone to pretend he was doing something normal.

You opened the door with a bit of the struggle, with all the things on your arms and battling with your keys —Hey man, I'm back!— you announced as if it wasn't obvious.

He went immediately to help you with the grocieries. —Wow...that really was fast!— he said trying to hide his persistent panic.

—Yup, I told you!— you say while closing and locking your door. —Hey, Ed, you okay?—

—Uh...sure, why do you ask?— he answers nervously, afraid that he was being more obvious than he thought.

—Well...you just look a bit spoked or something, you sure you're fine?— the concern in your voice was genuine.

—Yeah, it's just that I got a message from work that my most recent paperwork had an error, and I'll have to go in later to check it— he has always been good at giving believable excuses and lies, so this time wasn't an exception.

—Oh I see...so, do you have to go now or will I have you for a little more time?—

—It's better I go now, or else I'll come back home a lot later— he said with regret, as much as he would like to spend more time with you, he does have a lot to work on and hiding his little "accident" is becoming more difficult.

—Aw that's not fair! You barely got here!— you complain but not in a completely serious manner. You proceded to wrap your arms around his nape and gave him another kiss on his cheek. —You have a good day and I hope things turn out well for you, Eddie dear!—

—Yeah...thank you— he says with a small voice, struggling to look at your eyes, but slowly hugging you back and stopping once he realized this would be a horrible mistake, so his hands just held your waist. —I really have to go— his voice sounded like if he was choking, like if air was barely going through his lungs. Finally he just released you from his grasp, as you had to do the same since he was already moving towards the door to leave.

•••

«I really messed up this time right?...Did I go to far? No! How can that be, it's not the first time I've kissed or hugged him like this. But then, what was it? Maybe he just didn't like the combination...gosh I was so stupid! How could I ever even dare to something like that!! How could I be so impulsive? No, no, NO!! I cannot lose him! But how am I gonna fix this shitty mess I just created?!» you scold yourself, in regret. You feel a void in your chest, the worry the thought of you making him feel weird or uncomfortable is a weight you never thought you'd have. He was the only person that really cared for you, the only one that listened to you, you couldn't just allow yourself to just let him go for anything.

Later that day, after your mother arrived with her dearest, both of them finally happy for a change, you decided to wait outside, sitting on the edge of the stairwell, with your calves and feet hanging, making you remember this is how you first truly met Edward, this is how everything started, the day he saved you, redeemed you from your reality of pure misery, from the pits of hell you were stuck in like the angel he is.

You can't tell with certainty how long you waited, specially since you didn't dare to look at least once at your phone's clock in order to not help your anxiety increase even more. There aren't any windows on any of the hallways of the floors in your building, except for the first one, you could watch as the reddish orange light of the setting sun disappear slowly on the bottom of the staircase for then to be replaced by the artificial and depressing white light that did it's best to accomplish the purpose of the sun. Your surroundings were peaceful enough that you could've fallen asleep if it weren't for your persisting fear and anticipation.

A shadow darkens as much as it can the floor, the 1st floor, it moves towards the stairs until the figure that creates it is visible, tall, brown hair, blue jacket, with just these characteristics you are able to recognize who it is. Your heart skips a beat at the realization and acceptance that indeed, he really is here and you just stand up, your body just reacting at the adrenaline your emotional state is helping to produce. «What the hell am I supposed to do know?!» this is the only thought going throug your mind, and it repeats itself in panic over and over as you pace without direction like a headless chicken, not deciding if to stay, sit again, get inside your flat or wait at his door. His footsteps sound closer than they really are, so they force you to make a decision and you end up locking yourself in your apartment as silent and stealthy as you possibly can, allowing yourself to breathe only until you heard him get inside his home, which made you feel impressed about how long you were able to hold your breath, specially since time felt like if it went ten times slower. «Oh great! What now?! What's the next plan of your wonderful and brilliant plan, huh genius?!» oh yeah, your old friend Anxiety was screaming at you again using the voice of your conscience.

Exactly thirty minutes later you gained a fifth part of the courage you needed for what is necessary to do. «Come on girl, what else do you got to lose, huh? Just go on and knock it ain't gonna kill you, it might as well even help and make things better with Eddie! You know the guy can be patient and understanding, if you explain he might actually forgive your stupidity!» those are the most positive words you've told yourself all day, and it kind of helped you give those three quick consecutive knocks at his door. Not even a minute passed when that same door was opened, being greeted by Edward's face, with a happy smile and even happier eyes, you couldn't help but think to yourself how cute and adorable he looked like that.

—Hi Eddie, can I come in? There's something I wanna talk about with you— you ask almost in a whisper.

—Sure! I also want to talk with you— he answers with a hint of excitment in his voice, moving over and behind his door as he opens it more letting you inside his apartment, and closing the door behind you.

—Oh...what do you want to talk about?—

—I'll tell you after you tell me what you want to discuss first!—

—Oh no, please you go first—

—You know I'm never going to say a thing unless you go first— he was more than serious, not to mention he has proven his words before.

—Okay okay fine! It's just that...look, I just wanted to apologize— you words came out shaking, almost whispered. Feeling your heart in your throat, you look like a scared dog avoiding it's owners stare after they messed up the living room and destroyed the sofa.

—What for, darling?—

—For earlier, I made you uncomfortable by just, y'know, touching and hugging you like I did earlier before you left...I'm sorry, I really am—

—What? Why would you think that?— you could say he even sounded offended by that

—Well...you seemed so nervous and acted so weird I thought you were mad at me— tears threatening to escape your eyes.

—Oh that...well then I'm sorry for leaving you with those ideas, I was just in a hurry, but I wasn't mad at you— he says with a little smile, his stare made you think he was remembering or imagining something. He got closer to you and lifted your chin softly with his thumb and index. —Now come with me, I got something to show you.— he continues with a little smile, that smirk that even though he had a hard time admiting it, he knows you like so much.

Without even waiting for your answer he took your wrist with his hand and almost dragged you outside, you asked where were you going but he just gave you a confident wink, something he did for the first time. Now that you recall, he's never been this "cocky" before, at least not with you, it feels as if he was showing another part of him, something unkown he locks within just for himself. As you walked beside him he had his head up and his back straightened up, another first. These constant surprises, adding with the anticipation and growimg curiosity of where he was taking you just removed the inmense sadness and anguish you provoked yourself all day long, making yoy realize just how important and special he really is, how the moment he started talking to you, everything just went better, he really was a home to you, your heaven.

During the walk, your wrist was never released from his gentle but firm wrip.

«The fuck are we doing around the Iceberg Lounge? He a party boy or something? Nah I mean look at the guy!! Well...to be fair he's been full of surprises lately» you monologued in your head, confused as you recognized the area and it's little fame. But instead you went into this not so known building, unknown enough that you didn't ever bothered to know it's name nor what it's purpose was. It was a rather tacky place, yet better than going into the Iceberg Lounge.

After going up the million stairs since the elevator seemed and sounded too crappy to be considered safe to be in, you found yourselves walking down an aisle, but your mind started to wonder, since this seemed like it was an aparment building or at least a very shitty hotel, which were common in certain areas, but the one idea that came into your mind and started to worry you was that maybe he was going to introduce you to someone, what else could it be?

—We're here— he said in a very difficult to decipher tone, he seemed nervous, even slightly regretful, but at the same happy and anxious in a good way. He called your name in a sweet and soft voice, he wanted to say so many things, but none managed to come out of his lips, not even as whispers. Embarrassed by this he just scoffed a little —Nevermind— and proceded to open the door, the last one in the corridor, letting you go inside first. There were just dim lights in the room, like lamps, but they were bright enough to allow you to see the whole room, to that the city lights that came from the street illuminating the room as well through the windows.

The more you walk inside the more worried and distressed you get, it looked similar to John Doe's room in that movie Se7en, just smaller and with the lack of religious figures, and that was basically about it. In all the madness this place was something in particular caught your attention, a wall with a desk against it, the wall filled with pictures and newspaper clips and titles from front pages, a lot of famous faces but with a title writen by hand stood out "THE TRUTH ABOUT GOTHAM". You felt your heart in your throat, a pit in your stomach with worry and your instinct telling you to get out of there as you looked closely how the peoples eyes were crossed from every picture, and how the smell and disaster of the room was just repulsive but bereable. The hints of dirt and bleach in the air made you feel sick. You felt so scared that you just turned around and aimed to the door expecting to get out, run out of there but instead Edward caught you the moment your whole body made that 180° turn, hugging you from your waist with your arms trapped as well.

—Where do you think you're going little dove?— it was that same sweet voice and tone he used to call your name a minute ago, but this time it didn't make you blush nor feel buterflies in your stomach, no, this time it made you panic, the fear making every limb in your body tingle with the adrenaline it needed to run as fast as humanly possible for kilometers and not get tired no matter in what physical condition, unfortunately you entered in a state of tonic immobilty, you could barely find yourself talking

—What's all this?— your voice barely coming out

—I cracked the code darling, I did find a way of giving all of those people what they deserve without anything bad happening to the one love— he replies finishing with a little giggle, that sound he made that you would've loved and provoked in other circumstances.

—What have you done?—

—Oh nothing yet, but we are going to do huge things that will change many important things in Gotham—

—What things?— you whispered, a tear running down your cheek

—Oh don't be scared my dear, we will only be unmasking the truth and let the people of Gotham see it all, make them see what really happens here— he answers in the most calming tone, licking thentear that had already found it's way on your chin, about to fall. —You did say you would do something as long as it didn't get yourself nor your family or loved ones hurt, right?—

—I did—

—Then there you go! You can do something, be the very change the city needs. Imagine it! The two of us working my plan out, the only and necessary plan to make things better, to really make a change— the passion and enthusiasm flooding his senses so much that his voice was the worst in hiding it, not that he had intended to do so anyways. —My sweetest, my love, please, I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't love you the way I do, please join me, be part of this with me— his hold only becomes tighter. His eyes express it all, his madness, his sickness, his delusion as well as his obsession, admiration and his twisted form of love towards you.

—Oh Eddie I-...I would love to, but I don't think I could be capable of doing things as well as you do, and...and— you trip over your own words, finding it difficult to even chose which ones to use, you love him so much, but this seems very dangerous, and his obsession terrifies you so.

—No, no my darling, you are exactly who I need, you are smart and intelligent, creative, ingenious, and you have so much potential waiting to be set free, to have a mission. Please, do this with me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't deemed you capable—

You really don't want you, but you are in the position were you don't see that denying him is a good possibility, or one at all, you love him and are scared to be left behind by someone as important as him, he crawled into your heart and earned your appreciation, respect and love like no one else has, he showed you that you are worthy of affection and attention, that you deserve honesty and so many marvelous things from people. And right now he's proving you exactly the contrary from what your insecurities made you belive, he does love you, and so much that he's even showing you this side of him, what he managed to hide from everyone.

—Fine...I will, I'll do it, just for you Eddie— you say giving in and against your gut and logical thinking, you felt as if you just betrayed yourself.

He couldn't help himself and just kissed you without any warning that he'd do so, taking you by surprise, it was sloppy and you could feel his nervousness by the way he kissed, no matter your fear you still managed to reciprocrate it, after all is what you have wanted for a while, and still desire, right?

As the time passed everything seemed normal, even in the abnormal situation you are stuck in, you did fairly easy things, you sometimes had to check out the window and look for certain people and write down the patterns you found in what they usually did, if they stayed for long and how much time they spent, if they were stoned or drunk or both, if they called a cab or drove, who they were accompanied by, eventually after Edward figuerd where they lived it was up to you to search for the building plans of their houses, which by the way, were almost impossible to find to the point you both had to search for them. You also passed his code/alphabet to a digital format so they could be printed. But something just felt wrong when he started buying rats and cages, and he started crafting weird boxes conected by plastic tubes, making them so they could fit into a manikin of his, but specially when you helped him make this sort of weird metal collar that seemed more like a cage to hold something within. It gave you chills from just imagining what they were most likely for. Whenever you asked what their purpose was, he just gave a quick giggle followed by a —You'll see my little dove, just wait and you'll see—, this of course only scared you more.

You cannot deny yourself that even though it still terrifies you the fact that you don't know much about the whole plan he has nor what he's capable of doing, you have been happy enough, specially when you are together in his other place, crafting whatever he wants to make, since it also makes him so happy and loves watching you work.

Yes it was all nice and loving usually, but things started to be more and more obvious of what he was truly planning and it was a constant fight between what your brain was telling you was going on and your heart crying out that he just couldn't be that type of person, your theory was just too much to bear, but you had enough with the uncertanties, you needed real proof instead of just hypothesis, so one night, as you were leaving, closing the windows you decided to leave the one next to the fire escape unlocked and lied to Edward's face that you did close everything right. And went back to your respective flats, after all Eddie did have work later. Meanwhile you had to do some chores but much later, after all you mother believes that you go out so night to work at a convenience store far from home, so you don't really have to go to work at least yet.

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Later that day, late in the afternoon, once you finished everything in your task list you went back to your "HQ", going up through the fire escape staircase and entering through the window you left unlocked earlier, he has the only set of keys so this was necessary.

You go towards his desk and open one of his diaries the one he was using currently, something you had strictly forbidden, he never even let you touch them, and since you know how he would notice if you touched anything, you made sure that the little notebook didn't move a single millimeter in any direction, and you didn't touch it directly with yiur hands you used the tweezers you work with when you help him and you cover your other hand with the hem of your shirt so you can make presure and it doesn't move while opening it. Looking through it without really reading it, until you found a particular page with drawings of a face with a box on it, or faces with tubes all around it, some "intructions" written over and over again to the point some words piled up against others, but you did read them, it explained how the rats are supposed to be inside the tubes while the person is wearing that thing. And as you advanced in his little diary you only confirmed the theories you had, but not only that, you saw that his plan was far beyond more horrible what you could imagine a human being capable of doing to someone else, this is the masterpiece of a monster, a real and extremely dangerous threat to everyone.

—How could I be so stupid?— you say in a soft sob. You were destroyed, you've been helping someone become one of the biggest murderers ever, you were helping him plan and commit terrorism in the future. You really should have listened to your gut for the first time and let the obvious clues he left give you the answer before really getting into trouble.

—Indeed my darling, how could you be so stupid? Doing exactly the one thing you are not allowed to do— a deep voice came from behind you, a muffeled but close voice.

You scream once the voice's owner is in your sight when you turn around, your legs become weak and can barely keep you standing. It was a man multiple green jackets on, black pants and boots, but what made him scarier was that green military mask against extrene cold but those familiar glasses on top of it, and white question mark painted on the jacket.

—Eddie?—

—Oh little dove, please do explain what were you doing— his voice only gets more intimidating by how he modifies it naturally.

—N-no! You explain!— you were already keen to play tough in situations were you are scared the most as you have proven yourself previously with your steo fathee, so this isn't an exception and it might save you from him if you keep him taking about something else.

He only tilts his head slightly as if wondering what you're talking about.

—Yes you explain why you have been using me so you can play terrorist, huh! Why you lied about spreading justice to Gotham and showing it's true colors to the people and expose the rich fuckers! When this is clearly more than all of that! You could've just told me you wanted revenge for whatever reason you might have with them, because this ain't justice from knowhere! Don't you bullshit me!— your voice breaking, trying your best not to scream at him, though your tone was challenging and firm enough.

—What are you talking about?— anger rises in him, and the breathing through his mask becomes more agitated and heavy.

—Oh what am I talking about? Oh let me catch you up in your own crap! You wanting to flood Gotham by bombing it, blowing the head off of the DA if he doesn't answer your riddles on time while live streaming, letting the comisioner get his face eaten by your fucking rats, killing the mayor with the final piece for you adored Batman to use it to discover what we carved on the floor beneath the carpet! Killing Bruce Wayne for something his father did, not him, his father! Are you joking?! Where the hell is justice in there, yeah maybe killing Falcone might be it, and a big maybe, but the rest is terrorism that's just plain obvious!— panic was making your mouth move faster than your brain, something that never ended well, but you couldn't help it, right now you're doing everything to avoid the fact that you were lurking into his diaries without his consent, but also, you need to confront him about this, what he did and is planning to do is much worse than what you did.

—What is wrong with you? How is it that you became so blind?— he sounds almost heart broken

—I don't think I'm the blind here! You wanna play terrorist and be the big man when we both know that deep inside you are just a scared little child in the body of a man pretending to be a hero instead of putting his shit together, go to therapy and make himself a nice and happy normal life or something!— you are screaming now but lauging at the same time as you speak, laughing to avoud crying, but he doesn't percive it as such.

Not a second passes after you finish pronouncing that last word when he slaps you across the face so hard that you even lost your balance, taking advantage of this he pushes you with such force that your body lies flat on the floor, back against it. It all happened so quickly that you weren't able to process it, it felt like even though it was all very obvious you didn't have a clue of what was happening. Before you know it he's straddling you, sitting on your hips, his hands surrounding your throat and squeezing it tight, choking you, you fight and kick and try to scratch him or at least hurt him but it was all useless.

—I saved you, I gave you a better life, I gave you everything, and this is what I get from you? Ungrateful little slut, you owe me your life and your devotion!—

Eventually you stop fighting, you pass out due to the lack of oxygen but it doesn't kill you.

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Something wakes you up, a cold and chilling breeze against your skin and a white light pointing directly at your face, you moan weakly for the light is too bright and it hurts your eyes.

—Wake up darling, it's very late already sleepyhead!— a soft voice speaks with a loving tone.

—What?— you mumble in response, a pain in your neck and face make presence, reminding you of what happened before you blacked out. But it makes no sense, that pain, but that sweet voice you recognize so well, was it all just a bad dream?.

You try to move your arms but you can't much, as if something was holding your wrists together, something that was also pulling the little hairs of your skin. This made you open your eyes finally, only to look at yourself lying on the cold floor, your wrists tied together with gray duct tape in front of your half naked body, resting on your bare abdomen. When you lift your face to look at him, he's still dressed like before when he caught you, the fear his little outfit provoked in you woke you up fully.

You tried getting away from him, but you found out how your ankles were also tied up but not together, in fact they were separated from each other and attatched to the floor but by the angle you're in you can't really know with what.

—Now where do you think you're going? Well...nowhere really— he says mockingly between giggles as he caresses your head softly with his gloved hand.

—What do you want from me you monster?— you scream sobbing, tears running down your cheeks.

—Nothing, however I do want to give you something. An opportunity—

—For what?—

—For you to repent for your actions and mindless words from earlier today—

—No! You betrayed, manipulated and lied to me!—

—I'm giving you a chance, no one ever gave me a chance, it would be such a shame if you had to learn your lesson the hard way— he says almost amused. His hand now makes way through your shoulders and your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them without being too rough.

—Get your filthy hands off of me!—

—No! You don't give orders here! You have to be corrected after what you did! I will make you regret talikg to me like that, you are only receiving what you deserve— he screams at you while his fingers manage to pinch one of your nipples through your bra.

You try to shove his hands off with your forearm but the only thing you win from your struggle is another slap from him. He's quick and puts your tied wrists right on top of your head and against the floor, dragging the stool where he usually sits when he's working on his desk and positions one of it's legs in the space inside your arms, finally he puts one of the boxes filled with heavy material on the stool making it impossible to escape.

—Everything was going perfectly, exactly how it was supposed to, why did you have to ruin things?— he sounds heartbroken again, betrayed even. —You are making me do all this, just look at you, all I needed so you could stay put, putting up a fight like if you were strong and tough, and for a moment I almost believed it, but I know you women are all the same, when in reality you will just let your slutty self be, won't you?—

—No! Just let me go! You don't know what you're doing and there's no reason at all for you to do this so stop it!— you say almost begging.

—Oh but I do! And yes, there is a reason for all this, you see...apparently you don't know your place and you don't know how to follow simple rules, so I am going to correct it, make you learn these things so well that you will never want to commit those mistakes again, it's all for your good, darling— he explains simply, and though it's not visible, his smile can be heard forming within his mask. Both of his hands run through your torso, caressing and enjoying everything he can touch. —Stop squirming, you're only making things harder for yourself— he scolds though he can't deny that the sight of you still trying to fight, squirming, is enjoyable, it makes him want to force you so succumb to him, to have complete power over you once again, but this time he won't lose it. The more you beg him to stop and how you try to negociate with him and give false promises is so pathetic that it only arouses him, specially since he has fantasized about this type of scenario with you multiple times and every single time he has fucked his fist to the thought while smelling the underwear he stole from your bedroom.

Two of his fingers rub against your clothed cunt making slightly more pressure in the area where your clit is and the whimper it provokes from you is better than anything he had ever imagined.

—No please stop it! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I did and all the things I said, I really am so sorry, please forgive me!— you beg in a soft sob, trying to put aside the sensations your body is feeling.

—Oh you are sorry? After all of that fight now you say sorry? I don't think you mean it darling, you are too late— he makes aside the part of your panties covering your slit and slides a finger along your pussy, you are just wet enough to make it easy for him. His stare is centered just in your privates, paying close attention to what he sees and what he does and how he does it.

He knows where to touch, but he is sloppy with his movements, making circles around your clit and touching it a few times on accident, unfortunately for you, those little accidents made you wail with pleasure, feeling guitly on how your body betrayed you.

He likes it when you mewl due to the pelasure he gives you, he loves even more how you try so hard to not make them, maybe for his own pleasure he could force more of those beautiful sounds out of you, so he ends up giving your body what it feels it needs, he moves his gloved finger up and down through your cunt rubbing your clit directly, variating on the speed every now and then, and just when he notives how your thighs tense and your toes curl he stops. The moan of disappointment you try to contain is bloss to his ears.

—Look at you, you really are such a pathetic little slut! But here the best part is...that you're mine, my own slut.— his laughs only embarrass you more, your humilliation increasing to the sincere disappointment you felt when he stopped.

—Now say it...say what you are—

—No...— you reply weakly

—No?— there is anger in his voice, he thought you were finally getting somewhere. He slaps your clit with three of his fingers, it wasn't a hard slap since he didn't want to really hurt you but it certaintly sounded like it. —Are you sure?— he says a bit satisfied by the groan you let out.

—I said no!—

He slaps your clit enough times until you stop trying to contain your moans, until you can't control them anymore. He stops only to slide two of his fingers inside you, hurting you in the process and if it weren't because of how wet you are, it would've been even more painful. His fingertips touching and pushing your cervix lightly once his fingers were completely inside you. He doesn't want to hurt you really, on the contrary, he wants you to feel good against your will, so instead of pulling them out, he curls them inside you until he finds that sweet spot of yours. He's still sloppy but he's also a fast learner, making him miss a couple of times, but making your body feel incredible, and making you, your conscious self feel worse but more willing to do and say anything for him to stop this torture.

—Please! I'm sorry I really am, please forgive me, please stop! I am your pathetic little slut! There I said it now please leave me alone!—

—Hmmm I'm not so convinced...— he says in a little giggle.

—I am a pathetic little slut just for you because I'm yours and...and I'm so sorry I said all those horrible things and spied on you! I am very sorry and I regret it! Please! I promise to be good! Please Eddie! Please!— you beg almost screaming yet finding it hard to form the words in your mouth and pronounce them correctly. But instead of stopping he only increased the speed at which his fingers moved, hitting your sweet spot, forcing you to repeat your "speach" but a bit different or with other words each time, but he continued until you came undone, arching your back and your thighs almost cramping for how intense the orgasm is, groaning a little —Please— as you squirted accidentally his hand. You were so lost in your sadness and emotional pain, and the pleasure that you couldn't control it nor did you know it would happen.

You try to catch your breath as your body relaxes, his fingers finally pulling away, your eyes shut tight like if it would make the world disappear. He looks at his glove fascinated and surprised, he didn't expect you to squirt, but he couldn't be happier about it. His hard on is hurting him now, he desperately needs to relieve himself, but not now, not when he's not done with you yet.

After really figuring it out, he gave you one orgasm after another in multiple ways, just fascinated by the way your body reacted to different stimulus, it was almost like if he was experimenting with you, until you really couldn't anymore, until your body was shivering, until you softly whispered asking him to stop and your eyes closed, passing out. He panicked for a moment until he confirmed you were still alive, he just didn't know that could happen.

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You are waken up by a light again, but this time it's the soft light of dawn shining through all the room yet not hitting you directly. It's not your room nor Edward's "HQ", it's his appartment, his room. The memories of everything that happened to you attack your mind and wake you up completely, feeling the adrenaline run through your veins, sitting up in the bed in alert and your breathing shaky and irregular but heavy.

—Woah! What's wrong?— he asks amused

You immediately turn your head to search where he's at and you find him standing near the corner of the bed. The memories of yesterday advice you to stay still and not say a word, your eyes start crying but your face stays expressionless, and your heart racing faster when he walks around the bed until he's on your side right next to you and his index and thumb caress your chin and lift your face softly.

—What's wrong? Why do you cry darling?— he continues with a little grin on his face. —Please tell me—

—I...I remember what you did to me...I remember it all— your voice is raspy from all the screaming you did yesterday, making it hurtful to speak.

—Good! You'll need to remember it in case you plan on commiting certain mistakes again, but...it seems like you did learn your lesson, didn't you, darling?— he hisses the pet name menacingly.

—I did...— you whisper in order to keeo your voice from more damage. —I accepted your punishment...but you still need to explain why you're going to murder those people— the moment you say it you regret it but you don't back down.

He sighs and seats in front of you, taking your hands and resting them on his palms.

He spent a really long while explaining things to you, repeating himself over and over again but telling things in such way that they made sense after repeating them long enough, he also explained how much they all damaged him and how, everything they've done and how much they poison Gotham with their mere existance, that there is no other way for these people to learn and act otherwise, the only way to take their power away is by killing them and getting rid of everything from the roots, like a poisonous plant that becomes a plague and invasive species that kills other plants, trees, and animals. Work by word, and every point he proved, the more he managed to convince you until you were sure that his way was THE way to get things done. He was willing to truly change the city, to do what Batman doesn't dare to do, the reason why he's failed so far in making a difference.

He did it, he changed your point of view on things, your morals, he changed you.

It was mid october, soon the plan you've been working on will be taken into action, everything was already prepared and finished, four hands work faster than just two. But your part in this is over, he made it clear he didn't want you to get involved in the crime scenes nor anything thst gets public, and he wants nothing to link you to him nor his Riddler persona. It wasn't safe and it would take so many things from you, you still have a whole future ahead of you, an opportunity, a chance in life, something that was ripped away from him, something that he will not take from you. All the times the topic came up you ended up saddened by the thought of him locked up in Blackgate, or well...most likely in Arkham Asylum, scared by what might happen to him or what inmates or patients could do to him, but he always asured you he'd be fine, and joked how you could at least give him a visit once a week, to which you agreed seriously every time.

As the days pass, the more time you spend with him to the point you even wait for him near where he works once he's done, and the more and more excuses you tell your mother so she believes you're doing something productive and allows you to go out without curfews nor problems.

In these weeks you finally have normal dates with him, it was almost like if you were a normal couple instead of lovers partners in crime. Such sweet moments you shared that they almost made you forget how what he did to you months ago made you feel.

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It's October 30th, the last day he'd allow for you to see eachother, he didn't want to risk anything and all the evidence that you were ever in his Riddler HQ was finally erased completely.

It was already pretty late at night and you were about to go to sleep, he did want to rest earlier to make sure he'd be at his best for tomorrow. You were looking for a jacket of your you'd forgot days ago and finally remembered it even existed when you came across a coat of his, it had a black question mark painted on the same side as his Riddler jacket and almost as big.

—Hey Eddie what's this?— you ask as you get it out with it's hook still holding it.

—What? Oh...that!— he looked a bit scared and sounded nervous. —It's the first piece of clothing I personalized for my outfit. I completely forgot it was there, how could I?!— he answes panicked. —I should get rid of it—

—Or...I could wear it and be with you and help you! Except for when it's time for the give-yourself-in part of the plan!— you add expectant, hugging the coat tightly.

—Ha ha very funny— he replies sarcastically.

—I mean it could work. I'll use the same safety measures you'll use to avoid leaving evidence behind at the scene of the crime! Just think about it, please?—

He walks toward you until there's almost no space between your bodies, grabbing both sides of ypur face with his hands, lifting it slightly and staring into your eyes. —No...you already helped enough, you did everything I asked of you perfectly. This is the one thing I will do on my own, it's me the one who's really willing to take a life in cold blood, it's what they owe me, not you, remember that.—

—Alright I get it, you're right— you sigh in defeat. —But can I at least keep it? The police won't have a reason to even steo foot inside my apartment!—

—Sure, but of they do you throw it right away, understood?—

—Yes sir!— you say jokingly but you reach to give him a short kiss to reasure him that you would.

However you did have it all planned out, if the police ever found out about your relationship with him you both already predicted what you'd say and what to answer to all the possible questions they'd ask, Eddie even taught you how to cheat the polygraph test just in case, so yeah you were all good.

—Well can I see it on you?—

He scofs in response but does take his blue jacket to put the coat on anyways. It looked really good on him yet you could understand why he chose the second one, it wasn't scary enough nor that practical. He looks checks himself out without using a mirror and then looks at you waiting for an answer.

—Well it looks really good on you but y'know, it's not "Riddler" enough and it surely you don't look as comfortable as you do in your other outfit.—

He smiled at your comment and proceded to sit on the edge of the bed.

—However you still look very handsome in it—

He blushes and looks away, trying to hide the huge smile that forms in his face. «Is this the man that's going to commit such crimes? Is this who did that to me?» it's what you asked yourself, failing to give yourself an accurate answer.

You sit next to him and lie on your side, resting your head on his lap, sad that this isnmost likely to be the last time you can be like this with him, in a safe space and him having you all to himself.

He separates his legs to slide an arm under you and pick you up to carry your torso, his other arm surrounding your waist and supporting you as well.

—I will miss this...— he says sincerely.

—I will too...maybe so much it'll drive me crazy— you admit.

—I don't think so, you'll be alright darling—

—You don't know that, I was so alone without you and I've become used to you, you are part of me Eddie! Don't you see how much you mean to me?—

He's astonished by your words and doesn't find himself word for you.

—Just remember how imprtant you are to me...okay?—

He nods silently, hugs you tighter as of you were to disappear if he didn't, and kisses you like it was the last time he'd ever see you. You caress the back of his head, pulling him closee to you, tears forming in your eyes. He stops for a second and his mouth find your neck and start kissing there instead, tickling you.

—Hey! What are you doing?— you ask between giggles.

He remains silent, you feel how he starts sucking the skin of your neck, the slight pain makes you nervous and he can notice your uneseaness but it doesn't stop him, he keeps going and makes little stops only to go to another piece of your skin around the same area, he's definitely marking you.

As you started to feel aroused by this you also start to feel more nervous and even scared, the last time you felt like this around him was when he "corrected you", since then he didn't even try a thing. He knew how you'd feel if he did, but since today's your last day together he hopes you let him do it.

When he's "done" he stares at your face, your expression says it all. After this your mind shuts down somehow, you perceive everything that happens but you can't really move, it's like when he let you into his other place for the first time, how you wanted to run and escape him but you just couldn't no matter how hard you tried and barely being able to talk.

He smiles, pleased. He knows you're completely his and that there's nothing to stop him from what he'll do.

—Don't be scared my darling, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a good last moment with you, will you let me?— he asks while stroking your cheek.

You're fighting against yourself but those words put you in the position where you feel the need to push the memories he made in you and what it made you feel and the defense mechanisms he created thanks to what he did away and do everything to make you spill out the one word he wants to hear —Yes—.

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It all happened so slowly, the whole moment was like if you were never going to get out of it, all the sensations he provoked and the reactions your body had felt pleasurable, but scary at the same time, guilt taking away the emotional and mental pleasure from the act, even though now he was treating you with true and "romantic" passion and, we could even say, with love and affection, he was considerate and cared about your pleasure yet you just can't enjoy it completely.

It was early in the morning and the sun is comign up, you couldn't sleep all night and watched the sun come up, your mind blank but repeating one of your favourite songs over and over again until you heard him wake up. You look at him and still don't believe what happened last night, you feel it's all on you after all he was so nice and caring with you. You turn to hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck, asking for his forgiveness in your head.

After he woke up completely which didn't takenlong, you had a little breakfast and pretended to be happier than ever, and as if you didn't feel uncomfortable on your own skin. You did enjoy these very last moments with him but contrary to last night it all passed so quickly and before you knew it you were both in the hall, near the stairwell were you first met, giving each other one last and truly beautiful kiss

—You say hi to Batman for me, okay?— you say with a little smile.

—Sure thing!— he smiles back, it was that smile that made you fall in love with him time ago, genuine and almost like a little kids.

—Good luck and you give them what they deserve, okay?—

—Of course...but you do come and visit me!—

—You know I will...you know I will always go back to you—

#edward nygma #the riddler #paul dano riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dark fic #edward nashton

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The Lion's Den - Part 5

Characters: Gabriel x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (Sex machine/Sybian, Oral Sex)

KINK: SEX MACHINE (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 1925

A/N: Part 5! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 4

Y/N let out a long and happy sigh, then tension eased from her shoulders as soon as the club came into view. Thanking the driver, she exited the vehicle, the doormen smiling wide and greeting her by name as she passed through the familiar doors.

She didn't have an appointment this time, but as a regular client, she didn't need one just to come to the club.

"Hey, Garth!" she greeted the quirky but loveable bartender.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he returned with a bright smile, "The usual?"

"Please," she nodded, accepting the drink with a smile as he went to serve others.

She leaned against the bar, her eyes roaming the lounge of the club. It was busy tonight, people all over having a grand time. Sipping her drink she let the alcohol relax her.

Work had been rough lately. Though she was given the promotion she had been vying for, it was only after her predecessor fucked up royally and lost them the deal. A deal she put a shit ton of work into and thought was in the bag. The stress of the deal and the increased workload had her nerves frayed. She needed the comfort of the club, where she could relax and not think about work. Not think about anything.

She'd never spent much time in the lounge, mostly just coming to fulfill her needs and head back home. Polishing off her drink she turned back to the bar, finding Garth already ready with a refill. New drink in hand, she decided to walk around and explore, possibly mingle.

As she stood watching several couples making out in the comfortable chairs and sofa, she was caught off guard by a pair of hands sliding around her hips and pulling her back into a firm body.

"Glad to see you again," the deep voice rumbled into her ears, making her smile brightly as she turned to face the source.

"Well, Hello, Sir," she purred, John grinning with his approval.

"Please tell me you're here to see me, Doll?" he asked and she couldn't help but swoon under his attentions.

"There's no way in Hell you're getting seconds with her before I do."

Y/N chuckled, knowing that voice without having to see him. She gently removed herself from John's hold, turning to see Sam smirking devilishly at her. He pulled her into his arms, the heat of his body igniting a fire in her belly.

"There's still so much I wanna do to you," Sam growled out low and Y/N couldn't stop the moan that spilled from her lips.

Sam's gaze, his touch, and his voice sent chills through her, his hands splayed across her back and hips. It was hypnotic and she was about three seconds away from letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

"Who's your friend?" she heard an unfamiliar but deliciously deep voice that managed to break her from the spell Sam had cast upon her.

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, releasing his hold on Y/N, leaving her bereft of his touch and warmth. But her disappointment didn't last long as she laid eyes upon one of the most stunning men she'd ever seen.

"Y/N, this is Dean. Dean, Y/N," Sam introduced, he and John watching as Dean smirked. He took her hand, kissing the back of it as he repeated her name, "My brother."

That got her attention, making her glance wide-eyed between the two of them. Brothers. Her mind began conjuring the most sinful of thoughts involving the both of them and she visibly flushed.

Dean chuckled, clearly amused with how affected she was.

"So when do I get some time with the lovely lady?" he asked her and Y/N could already feel herself getting wet.

"Whenever you want," she breathed out, the men chuckling around her once more.

Dean grinned triumphantly, "I'll book you an appointment," he promised, kissing her hand once more before excusing himself.

She was really looking forward to that.

"Excuse me, Gentleman," Crowley suddenly appeared, Y/N loving his suit choice this week. He seemed to have many of them, all of them tailor-fitted, and all of them making her desperate to see what lies beneath, "I'm afraid I need to steal the lady away."

Sam and John both groaned but relented, each reminding her that they couldn't wait to have her again. Crowley's hands wrapped around her from behind, turning her and guiding her to walk with him as he left one arm around her hips.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today," Crowley spoke with a small smile, "But I'm glad you're here. I have a gift for you."

"A gift?" Y/N was surprised but immensely curious.

He pulled her to a stop at the base of the grand staircase that lead to the hall of rooms. A man stood there with a quirky grin and blond locks, an air of absolute menace about him that only served to entice her further.

"This is Gabriel," Crowley introduced, Y/N extending her hand and receiving the usual kiss on the back of it. She really liked that part.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he spoke, pulling her gently from Crowley's arms, keeping ahold of her hand. She cast a glance over her shoulder at Crowley who merely nodded and smiled. Turning back to Gabriel, she allowed him to lead her up the staircase and to one of the many rooms.

Gabriel shut the door behind them, walking over to a small bar set up in the corner of the room. Y/N slowly wandered around the room, taking in all the details. Faux fur-covered seating, a golden shimmering pole, and a small black leather bed. But it was the small, black, saddle-like machine sat in the center of the room that made her swallow hard and clench her thighs.

Gabriel returned with a drink, ushering her to sit with him. She smiled gratefully, sipping at the offered drink, her gaze continuously drifting to the machine.

"You ever tried one?" Gabriel asked with a smirk as he removed the plastic cover from a lollipop and slid the treat between his lips.

"No," she admitted, flushing at the thought. She had heard of machines like this one, but she'd never tried it.

Gabriel leaned forward with a wicked grin as he removed the lollipop from his mouth, "Would you like to?"

Y/N glanced between him and the machine. She was nervous, more so than she had been with the others.

"Okay," she agreed with a grin, setting her glass aside.

She stood, keeping her eyes trained on him as she slowly removed her clothing. Gabriel sat back, the white stick of the confection sticking out of his grinning mouth as his eyes consumed her revealed flesh.

"Hmm," he hummed as he stood, "I can see why everyone likes you so much."

She swooned under his compliment, Gabriel clearly satisfied with himself. He took her by the hand and led her to the machine, assisting her to straddle the contraption. She was already wet and ready, just being in the club signaling to her body to prepare.

As she sank onto the machine, the attached dildo slid easily into her core. She settled on it with a sigh, adjusting her hips. Gabriel pulled up a chair to sit in front of her, crossing his legs as he sat, before holding up a small remote in his hand and waving it at her.

"Relax," he insisted, "We'll start slow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his. Even though she watched him hit a button, she was still surprised by the vibrations that began gently coursing through her core. A gasp gave way to a moan as the vibrations slowly tantalized her.

As she relaxed into it, Gabriel hit another button, the dildo attachment now slowly moving in and out of her. When he increased the speed, an orgasm ripped out of her unexpectedly, making her laugh as it subsided. Gabriel smiled along with her, enjoying seeing her relax and come undone. But he didn't stop, instead increasing the speed of the vibrations and thrusts gradually.

Before long, she was writhing on the machine as it pummeled her pussy relentlessly. Her legs shook, her grip tight on the machine. She chanced a glance at Gabriel, that damn stick still sticking out between his ever-grinning mouth.

He seemed to be able to read her very well, changing the speeds to drag out her experience and tease her to highs once again.

"You're so fucking hot," Gabriel commented, standing from his chair and brushing along her cheek and jaw with one hand. His eyes drifted down to her stuffed pussy, the black leather of the machine glistening from the wetness that drenched its surface.

He removed the candy from his mouth, the lollipop half gone already. He lowered it to her parted lips, running the sugary treat along them, allowing her to suck it into her mouth briefly before returning it to his own.

He held her on the edge, Y/N beginning to grind against the machine, desperately seeking another orgasm that was just out of reach.

"Please," she panted, feeling like she might burst or scream, the continued orgasms leaving her overstimulated.

"Mmmm, one more for me, Pretty Girl?" he asked and she nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as he increased the speed to maximum levels.

Y/N did scream then, the intense pleasure and pounding sending her into an orgasm that shook her whole being. The movements slowly ebbed away until the machine was shut off.

Y/N was so overwhelmed and exhausted that she nearly slid to the floor as she tried to climb off the machine. Gabriel was at her side in an instant, helping her to lay back on the small leather bed beside the machine.

Gabriel laid beside her, propped up on one elbow as he admired the muscle twitches and spasms still coursing through her.

"Love watching a woman come undone," he confessed.

Y/N turned her head to him, barely able to hold her eyes open, only to be met with amused but kind eyes.

"Well that was fun," Y/N huffed a laugh, an arm thrown over her eyes as she waited for her body to calm.

"I agree," he teased, popping the almost gone sucker from his mouth and offering it to her with a raised brow.

She smiled, opening her mouth and allowing him to slide the treat between her lips. It actually helped to soothe her, the sugar satisfying to her palate after the intense experience. Gabriel trailed his fingertips over her chest and torso, completely avoiding her most sensitive areas, toying with the goosebumps that popped up on her skin.

"That was an awesome gift," she huffed as she finally sat up, throwing away the now empty stick. Gabriel slid off the bed to his knees, settling between her legs and slowly laying her back with a wicked grin.

"Allow me to clean you up," he teased before gently lapping along her thighs and folds.

Y/N relented, her fingers running through his soft locks as he gently brought her to yet another orgasm. Though small, it shook her whole being, her body thoroughly sated and feeling like she could sleep for days.

The tension she'd been carrying was gone from her body and the weight and stress vanished from her mind. She had to remember to thank Crowley. He always knew exactly what she needed, even if she wasn't sure herself. She hoped she might get to thank him properly.

PART 6

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shotowoki · 4 years ago

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), it’s pretty much just vanilla sex if i’m honest, aged-up, first time

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

SYNOPSIS:

You had been dating Todoroki for a while now. And yet, you still hadn't taken things to the next level with him. Perhaps you were nervous, or maybe it was fear. After all, this was all new to you. What would it be like to lose your virginity to Todoroki, you wondered?

Once again, you were back at the same spot as always. Your lips melting against Shouto's, his tongue gliding tenderly across yours. Even kisses like these had you feverish. From the gentle peck's he left along the nape of your neck to the more desperate ones. You were constantly left a nervous mess. Always getting lost in the way his plump lips came down in an open mouth kiss, capturing your lips one at a time before giving one a delicate tug.

And don't even get started on the way his hands felt in moments like these. His careful slender fingers caressing every inch of you. Gently, he would slip his hand from the small of your back to your thighs, resting himself there. Squeezing so slowly and lightly it felt almost as though he was teasing you each time. Without a doubt, you would feel goosebumps rise across your skin when his hand crept higher up your thighs, his fingers edging closer to your heat. And he would be so close, so close to touching you where you needed him most, but you could never go on. The knot in your stomach suddenly tightening as anxiety buried your body. Heart-thumping, you would lash out your hand to clutch his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Not ready, love?" is all he would say each time before gradually moving away, planting one last kiss on your lips.

It was the same each time, and it frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't you go on? Why did you feel so nervous? You knew you liked him, and you knew you were ready for him, so why? All these questions and you just couldn't find the answer.

And a new day would start.

Sweetly, you were awoken by the warm rays that peeked through your curtains, the golden hue painting your shared room with Shouto. You yawned softly as you shifted to your side, your boyfriend's face meeting yours as he slept. His eyelashes gently brushed against his cheeks as he snored through parted lips. You admired him in his peaceful state, cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair messily draped his eyes. Everything about him was so perfect.

You figured you should get out of bed, let him rest for a bit longer. As you slipped from under the sheets, you felt those familiar hands wrap around your waist, soliciting you to stay.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You giggled as you turned to look at him once more. But his only response was a hum as he relaxed his head against your back. His breath dripped down your neck, and his lips lazily grazed your soft skin. Suddenly, you felt yourself feeling hot still not accustomed to his touch.

His yawn filled your hearing and he tugged you back towards himself. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled into your ear lowly.

And you did just that, sinking into his embrace. His arms engirdled you, hands sneaking up your shirt where they relaxed. The way his chilled fingers brushed up and down your stomach had you feeling faint. You could feel his body heat across yours as he pressed himself against you. After all this time, he somehow always had an effect on you.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" He whispered, his lips tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Um... yeah! I slept well. I'm sorry about yesterday, by the way. I just get too nervous to continue." You confessed, feeling a sting of embarrassment as you began reminiscing on last night.

You were referencing the night you tapped out of taking things further, again.

"Don't apologize for silly things like that, darling" You could feel his smile as he spoke. "We have all the time in the world. Don't rush yourself, okay?"

Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, lifting your arm slowly and placing it back down until he had you pinned. Your back faced the mattress as your head laid trapped between his arms. Heterochromatic eyes wandered around your face, and a tender smile plastered itself across his lips.

"I'm not rushing myself, I promise. I am ready, but my nerves always get the best of me."

With that, Shouto lowered himself, his face inches away from yours. "Do I make you nervous, darling?" A foreign teasing tone laced his voice.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you fluttered your eyes back at him. Both of you knew the answer to that question, and you were definitely not going to humiliate yourself further to admit to that fact.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Cushiony lips met yours in an instant. Though it happened fast, Shouto's careful demeanor didn't waver. As his lips danced against yours, the familiar sensation began to sweep over you; body hot and adrenaline pumping.

He kissed you deeper, tongue coasting against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You didn't hesitate to grant his request, opening up immediately as you drove your hands up his chest. Under your palm, you felt the subtle drumming of his heart. It was oddly soothing to know you weren't the only one nervous. Maybe it was normal to feel slightly shy in moments like these?

His tongue ventured you attentively. With every swirl and flick of his tongue in your mouth, he made shivers trickle down your spine. And you felt woozy all over again. High on the taste of him, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him towards yourself.

"Someone's feeling a bit eager this morning," Shouto spoke into the kiss, the corners of his mouth drawing into a faint grin. He was right. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad; fed up with all the times you allowed your nervousness to get in the way of your urges.

Lightly, he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck. They felt warm as his tongue licked gradually. Shou delicately ensnared your skin between his teeth, nibbling gingerly at what was exposed. Throwing your head back, you couldn't hold back the moans that eluded your lips. Each whine dripped in lust as you felt his merciless lips wander further down your body.

He savored the taste of your silky skin as he explored you. Your sweet fragrance engulfed him; he pushed your shirt up, resuming his embrace. Nose lightly whisking down your stomach before his tongue swept back up. The sounds of your whimpers laced with his name cascaded from your lips. How was it even possible to fall for you more than he already had? Just watching how sensitive and responsive your body was for him had him on cloud nine. Every move his hands made, every stroke of his tongue, and every kiss he settled. Your moans only got breathier, and it made Shouto's head spiral. It was rare that he got to see you in this state, and he knew he was going to imprint this moment into his memory. He was already getting hard at the lude noises that coated your lips.

Those tender fingers of his gradually began kneading you softly, running down your thighs. And the tame fire that burnt at the pit of your stomach was set ablaze. You craved him more than ever, feeling more bothered with every second that passed. In response to the bliss you currently felt, you tried to shut your thighs, get some friction going. Yet, Shouto's body prevented that desire from coming to fruition.

"Princess, are you feeling needy already?" He hoisted his head up, giving you that damn teasing smirk once more. Deep down, however, he was just as desirous as you at this moment, craving to know more of you.

Before you could even respond, he was lowering himself down, peppering your inner thighs in kisses. At this point, you knew you were dripping, a tingly sensation washing over you.

"S-shou... please." You managed to huff out through moans, starving for his attention.

"Please what? Use your words now." His words had you feeling warm all over, embarrassed by his demands. Shouto didn't know why exactly he was teasing you this much; he could barely wait any longer himself. But seeing you flustered under him had him euphoric.

"I'm ready. Just please- you know what I want."

And with that, he obliged, his smooth tongue sweeping up your thigh. Nestling his lips delicately over your core, you flinched under his touch as a whimper parted your lips. Even if it was such a simple action, you still felt overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure.

Shouto didn't waste any time, hooking his finger in your underwear and swiftly tugging them off your frame. You could feel the cool breeze against you as you now lay exposed to him.

"You're beautiful, darling." Your boyfriend spoke in awe at you, admiring your body under him.

"Don't just stare!"

You tossed a hand over your face but Todoroki just chuckled at you, removing your hand from your face. Capturing your lips once more with his.

"Tell me to stop if it's all too much, okay?" Giving him a nod, he took his cue to continue his endeavor.

His slick tongue found its way between your two lips, caressing you up gently where he paused at your clit. Sucking softly, you felt an electric shock overcome your body as he relished in your taste. Dripping in pleasure, you whimpered and moaned his name, hands naturally burying themselves in his hair.

Finally, Shouto got to be lost in your waters, circling his spongy muscle around your clit. The melodious hums he let out as he devoured you delivered vibrations against your pleasure. Body quivering under his touch, Shouto savored the way your legs shivered.

"S-shou, I-I need more." You pleaded through broken gasps.

The best way to describe how you were feeling was almost like you were drunk. Feeling somewhat faint and simultaneously enticed as new sensations encapsulated your being. You've never felt your whole body move in such ways against your control. Even his dainty breaths on you had your stomach caving and your head flinging itself back.

To top all this glory off, at your request Shouto slipped his two chilled fingers in you. Pressing them partially upwards with every thrust. That, combined with his tongue doing wonders on your clit had him pushing all the right buttons. You tugged at his hair and whimpered out for him, eyes rolling back as bliss submerged you. The boiling pot in your stomach's pit overflowing with every calculated move he made. And when his fingers reached slightly deeper in you, it all consumed you. Your breath trembled, and your body twitched as stars overran your vision. A lewd moan streamed out your mouth, and for Shouto, that was everything he wanted to hear.

"Shou-Shou, please... enough."

Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you began catching your breath. Calming down from your climax, you eyed as your boyfriend's flushed face rose from between your thighs, lips coated in only what could be your juices.

"Are you okay, princess?" He spoke in a caring tone, but the way his tongue slipped out to lick off your remains from his lips had you feeling lustful once more.

"I'm more than okay." You responded, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his neck.

His wet lips met yours in a sloppy kiss; you could feel his eagerness as he pressed himself down against you. The bulge in his pants nudged your leg, and you wanted him to unravel himself in you the same way you did. Softly, you pushed his chest, grabbing his attention.

"Want to stop, y/n?" He asked breathily.

"N-no... Shou, I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

He could barely tame the excitement that spiked in him, knowing exactly what was coming next. Yet, he swallowed down his desires, wanting you to be sure that this was what you wanted.

"I'm certain."

"I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts." He left a delicate kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up.

You watched as he swiftly removed his boxer. Spreading you apart, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your fold. Breath already getting heavy, you dripped in anticipation for him.

"Ready?" He confirmed once more, earning a nod from you.

With your permission, he pushed the tip in, pausing as he waited for you to adjust to him gradually. The pressure you felt was near unbearable, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. Feeling full already, you couldn't imagine taking any more of him. You whimpered as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw as you bore the pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, y/n." He cupped your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip." I promise it won't hurt for much longer."

Once more, he drove more of himself in you, another surge of pain ripping through you. Quiet weeps evaded your mouth, your nails digging into Shouto's forearm. He took the hint, bringing his free hand down to meet your clit; his thumb tenderly rotating around it to drown out the discomfort. It felt better from there as trickles of pleasure rippling through you. Previous whimpers turned to lewd moans in no time, your pussy pulsating around Shouto as the pain gradually faded. And the last bit of him was in you.

He eyed his now submerged cock, letting out low moans as he felt you pulsate around him. But he didn't want to move yet. Instead, he cherished the image of your pretty self wrapped around him, your head tilted back and mouth open as your erotic voice bounced off the walls.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He came down to embrace his lips with yours as you reassured him of how you felt.

"I'm fine now."

"I'll start moving then."

You snaked your hands around his neck, preparing yourself for what was to come next. Haltingly, he began pulling out. Your walls swallowed him back in, however, and he could feel the pull. A gentle moan choked up in his throat at how snug you were.

"Princess, you're so tight." The low giggle that came after his comment made your body burn.

Before he could leave your body fully, he thrust himself back in. The lack of warning in his actions swept a moan out of you. Lust exploded through you as you sucked him back, and it had you almost reaching your climax again. Your eyes already rolled back as his dick stroked your plushy walls with every pump. Rhythmically, his hips met yours, and gradually you felt his pace pick up.

His body glazed in a thin layer of sweat; he peered at you through the hair that draped his eyes. You watched as his chest rose and fell, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. His pretty voice erupted from his throat and dripped down his rosy lips. This was a view one could only dream of, your beautiful boyfriend holding back from melting at your touch.

Louder and louder you both got, your moans flooding the room. No doubt that your climaxes were edging nearer. Every single thrust was hitting the right spot. The veins around his cock brushed every inch of you as you sucked him in deeper. Your body was overcome with warmth, legs bucking as your euphoria crawled closer. The knot in your stomach came undone as you moaned out Shouto's name. Gradually, his thrust got weaker, his own climax fast approaching. The feeling of being faint came as bliss occupied your sense. You twitched at how sensitive you felt, Shouto's cock still brushing past your walls as he road towards his high. Sloppier his pumps got, his moans getting deeper. He held you under himself, and with one sudden thrust, he whimpered into your ear as his cum drooled inside you, painting your velvet walls white.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breaths as you both processed what had occurred. It had finally happened; you both finally took things to the next level. Shouto turned to smile at you, intertwining your fingers together.

"You did amazing!" He said with a faint grin. You didn't even do anything, but you still felt a sense of pride. "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Shou."

Carefully, he pulled out of you, urging you not to move.

"Stay still. I'll clean us up and run you a bath, yes?" You propped yourself up on your elbows, already feeling the ache between your legs building.

But you still couldn't help but feel all warm inside as you observed your boyfriend run in and out of your room to tend to you.

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bwbatta · 4 years ago

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The one where you get together (1)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talking about sexual content

Word Count: 3.5K

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You could still vividly remember the first time you met Sirius Black.

Boarding the train to Hogwarts the first time, you managed to find a compartment with your brother, Remus, before it was descended upon by two rowdy boys with large grins.

James Potter and Sirius Black had, with no hesitation, introduced themselves to you and you quickly became friends, especially when you pulled your money together and bought a various selection of chocolates from the trolley. When the sorting hat placed all of you in Gryffindor, it only reaffirmed your friendship.

It wasn't just the four of you in your little group though, the boys were placed in a dormitory with another boy, Peter, and you shared a dorm with two other girls who also became fierce friends of yours; Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon.

Of course, growing up together through Hogwarts had it's arguments and fall outs, though somehow you always seemed to remain friends.

It wasn't until your seventh, and final year of Hogwarts did the surprising pair of Lily and James get together which solidified your friendship group even further. Between Sirius and you, the bet you had made in your fourth year regarding when the pair would get together, finally came to an end where you had happily took your winnings with a smile and paid for a bottle of Firewhiskey to celebrate.

After graduating, you ended up moving in with Marlene, finding a perfect two bedroom flat for you to share, close to Diagon Alley. The boys had taken a page from your book with Sirius using some of his inheritance from his great uncle and buying a flat directly across the Leaky Cauldron.

Whilst he had invited Peter to also live with him and Remus, the boy politely refused with the intention to stay with his parents for a while.

James however, had asked Lily to move in with him almost the second they graduated and the pair had moved to a little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It wasn’t long afterwards that James had proposed to Lily which led to the current series of events.

About an hour before, you and Marlene had walked down the aisle in the gardens of Potter Manor in your bridesmaids dresses, while Lily had donned a white dress and followed you. Standing opposite your brother and Sirius, the latter caught your eye when your friends said their wedding vows.

With a wink, Sirius had your attention and you weren't exactly sure what it was that felt different, but something definitely did.

As the reception started, you watched Lily and James take some of their wedding photos together. The smile on your face was something you couldn't help as Remus appeared at your side, a similar expression on his own face.

"Remember when Lily hexed James so hard he vomited out of his nose because he proposed to her?"

"I'm pretty sure it made him like her even more to be honest, James is weird like that." You snickered, accepting the drink from your brother. "Who would've thought we'd be here not even four years later?"

"Tell me about it. If you plan on getting married anytime soon though, please give me some warning." Remus joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

"I think I need to actually date someone before I marry them, but thanks for being so optimistic about my dating life." You grinned at him before seeing Sirius making his way over to the two of you.

"Well well, if it isn't the Lupin twins." Sirius laid an arm over both your shoulders. "How long do you reckon it'll be before Lily's creepy uncle makes a move on Marlene?"

"At least after two more drinks." Remus chuckled. "Which reminds me, I promised I'd save her from any men tonight who wanted to dance with her that, and I quote, looked like they had to use a stamina charm in bed."

"Good luck with that." You snickered, waving your brother off as he disappeared in the direction of the blonde.

Sirius didn't say anything else as he took a seat at one of the tables and pulled you down into his lap. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to hug or cuddle, having done so numerous times in the Gryffindor common room, much to Remus' annoyance. This only really resulted in Sirius being more affectionate.

Being twins, the two of you were naturally closer than normal siblings which resulted in Remus being protective over you since the only blood family you both had left was each other. Your parents, especially your father, had grown fearsome and disgusted at what Remus was, despite it not being his fault when Greyback bit him all those years ago. Your father began to resent you after you constantly took Remus' side and played his constant advocate.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Sirius nudged you, grabbing your attention. His expression was unreadable as he watched you watch Lily and James interact with each other.

"I don't know, it's nothing." Sirius nudged you again, looking for a proper answer. "I look at them and I just wonder if I'll ever have that, you know? Someone who looks at you like you're their whole world."

Sirius didn't say anything at first, but pulled you closer. He wouldn't admit it but he often had the same thought cross his mind.

"You'll find them."

"Are they fucking hiding from me?!"

"If they've already met you, then probably."

Smacking his chest, you couldn't help the contagious laughter that bubbled from you, echoing that from the wizard.

"Being serious though," Sirius grinned at the pun he just made, "who wouldn't want you?"

You smiled at him warmly, not knowing what to say. It wasn't often that Sirius was, well serious. The boy loved a joke, but he also loved his friends and knew exactly what to say to them to cheer them up, especially you.

"Thanks, Siri."

"Hey, James and Lily are about to head off for their honeymoon." Remus said, knocking on Sirius' bedroom door at Potter Manor, stepping inside to see Sirius rush back out from the ensuite bathroom only in his shirt and boxers. "What happened to you? You disappeared from the reception."

"Uh, dropped cake down myself, had to come and change." Sirius told him quickly.

"You do realise you're a wizard right? You could've just vanished the mess?"

"Ah yeah, of course, how stupid, sure could've. Anyway, I just need to put on some clean trousers and I'll be right down."

Remus frowned. Something was off but he couldn't work out what it was. Putting it down to Sirius drinking too much, he waved the man off, exiting the room.

"Alright well, hurry down, James was asking for you."

Remus exited the room and Sirius quickly closed the door behind him. Turning back to the bathroom, he watched as you opened the door with a tentative expression, trying to zip your dress back up but failing.

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

"Don't think so, here, turn around, I'll do it." Sirius turned you around, quickly zipping up your dress before resting his hands on your waist. "So, we haven't done that before."

"That is correct."

It was slightly awkward between the two of you, why was it awkward? Oh, maybe because you were both fucking like rabbits not even moments before your brother knocked on the door. It had never been awkward between you before though and you didn't like it.

"Why is it so awkward?" Sirius chuckled as you spun around before him.

"Right! It's like I don't know what to say!"

"We're just two friends who've had sex one time, there doesn't have to be anything awkward about that!"

"Exactly, it doesn't have to be a big deal, it was a one time thing, we can just go back to the party and no one will know!"

"Yes, good plan, lets go!" Turning towards the door, Sirius started towards it with a new determination, completely forgetting one issue.

"Sirius?" He paused, looking back at you, "maybe you should put on some trousers before we go down though."

"Good idea."

Waving James and Lily off, you stood alongside the rest of your friends as Marlene appeared, pulling you towards her by your waist.

"Ugh, please tell me we're going to get some good booze and continue to get fucked up at ours?"

"Is that an open invite?" Remus asked with a grin, "Think I spied an extra bottle of Firewhiskey knocking about near the top table."

"100%," Marlene grinned at him, "after all, it's the least I could do after you saved me from so many creeps tonight. I will thank you in the form of hosting a small afterparty with the inner circle. Right, Y/N?"

"I'm up for it, I'll go see if I can grab that extra bottle you mentioned."

Taking off towards the top table, your eyes scanned the tables one by one until you felt a presence behind you. Already knowing who it was, you didn't bother looking back at them.

"I've got a fresh bottle stashed under my bed upstairs if we wanna grab that one?" Sirius said lowly in your ear.

"That sounds like a plan," you said slowly, "though I thought we said it was only a one time thing?"

"Weddings don't count, right? I swear that's a rule somewhere."

"...How long do you think we can be before the others get suspicious?"

"10 minutes?"

"Sounds good, lets go."

The pair of you said nothing more the entire night on the matter and ended up just having a good time with your friends. The boys ended up sleeping on your sofas, not trusting themselves to apparate safely considering the amount they each had to drink.

It wasn't until mid morning when everyone started to rouse, that you offered to make everyone a cup of tea to help with the hangovers that had started to form.

"Hey, make mine extra strong, will you?"

You laughed, turning to face Sirius.

"You need the caffeine that much?"

"That answer is a strong yes."

Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, you passed Sirius' over to him as he smiled at you in thanks.

"So, yesterday was something." You smiled, taking a sip of your own drink.

"Yeah... something stupid, right?"

"Yeah, totally stupid." There was a brief silence between you as you weren't exactly sure what to say next. "Look as much as I enjoyed it, I don't want us to become awkward or ruin our friendship or anything because of it."

"Good, because I was going to say the same thing." Sirius nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter top. "As good as the sex was, and trust me it was good, it's not worth making our friendship awkward or anything not knowing where we stand with the other."

"Right, yes, that makes a lot of sense." You both took another sip of tea as you listened to Marlene and Remus in the living room laugh about something. "Unless... wait no, it's nothing."

"No, what it is?" Sirius asked.

"Unless... I don't know, we keep fucking in secret and just don't tell the others?"

You stared at the tea in your cup before raising your eyes to meet Sirius' grey ones which were wide, a grin on his face.

"I guess that would work too?"

"Yeah... anyway on a totally unrelated note, Marlene's visiting her family tomorrow night at like 7."

"Noted."

"Where's my bloody tea, Y/N!" The blonde in question strode into the kitchen sluggishly. "I swear you've been in here for 4 hours making it."

"If you were a little more patient, Mar, I was just about to bring it out for you." You rolled your eyes but handed the mug over to her anyway.

"Thanks, how're you two feeling this morning?"

"Rough." Sirius grunted out as the three of you headed back into the living room. "But what's new there, really?!"

"You should really try cut back on your drinking, Pads." Remus mentioned, taking the cup of tea from you with a smile.

"You should cut back on your chocolate."

"Chocolate doesn't give you hangovers." Remus countered with a smirk causing Sirius to just roll his eyes as he sunk down into an armchair.

"Either way, I hope Lils and James are having fun." Marlene stretched out on the other sofa, placing her legs over your own. "I know James will be with the things Y/N and I packed as a surprise in Lily's bags."

You snorted into your cup as you remembered the countless lacy items you'd snuck into Lily's normally conservative wardrobe.

"Well, James might be happy about what you packed, but he certainly won't be happy with what we packed." Sirius snickered as Remus held back a laugh.

"What did you do?!"

"We might've exchanged his entire bag of clothes for an entire bag of Cornish Pixies." Sirius grinned. "I'm already expecting a howler from Lily at some point in the near future."

Sirius didn’t have to wait long for Lily’s reaction as only moments later he heard an angry shout through his two way mirror he shared with James.

As planned, Marlene visited her family the next day and no later after she flooed away, Sirius appeared at the front door of your flat. The same happened after Marlene was picked by Dumbledore for an order mission and Sirius happily flooed into your flat only moments later. You were convinced he’d bugged your flat somehow.

James and Lily returned from their honeymoon a week later, effectively surprising you as they flooed into your flat with no warning, causing you to stuff a naked Sirius into your closet. It was safe to say he wasn’t impressed after Lily insisted she make a pot of tea to ‘catch up’, and ended up staying round for several hours.

You barely managed to hide the snicker which escaped your lips when James asked if you knew where Sirius was.

With the newly married pair being back, the two of you decided to come up with a plan as how to sneak around without the others knowing.

Somehow, it didn’t really go to plan.

Sirius insisted that you should come over and take a bath with him one night, especially as Remus was due to be out. You couldn’t help but agree to the idea, mostly because you got to spend time with your very sexy male friend who looked very good in bubbles... and also the fact his bathtub was a lot better than your own.

The bathtub in question was a massive claw-foot tub which could fit the two of you and your two roommates if you so desired. Compared against the shitty little tub Marlene and you had in your flat, it was a no brainer.

Which is why as you sat in between Sirius’ legs, your back against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel more relaxed than you had done all week.

Sirius was leant back against the tub, his arm around your waist with a glass of Firewhiskey in his other hand. The two of you had nicked this particular bottle from James’ ‘secret stash’ which everyone knew he hid under his cloak, under the stairs. It was all too easy for the two of you to sneak in and borrow it for the time being.

“You know, Prongs must be real blind if he can’t see how many people actually know about his hiding spots.” You snickered as you took the glass from Sirius and took a sip.

“I think it might be all the brain damage after getting hit in the head so many times.” He grinned.

“How long do you think it’ll be until he notices the actual bottle being gone? A few days?”

“Give him some credit, it’ll be at least a week.”

The two of you chuckled before you heard the fireplace roar with flames. Footsteps quickly made their way towards Sirius’ room before heading towards the bathroom.

A panicked look between the two of you was exchanged as a knock was heard on the door.

“Pads? It’s me, I’m coming in.”

Sirius quickly took the glass of Firewhiskey back from you as you dived underwater, praying the bubbles would cover up the fact you were there.

The door opened and James stepped in about to say something, before he stopped and observed the scene before him. Sirius was sat covered in bubbles with candles lit around him. Despite the calm expression on his face, the fact you were lying between his legs in the water had his heart racing.

“Did you need something, Prongs?”

“Uh, yeah, have you seen the bottle of Firewhiskey which I was given as a gift for my wedding?” James asked, very obviously looking at the opened bottle on the side of the bath.

“Didn’t even know you got given one, mate. This was from Y/N.”

“And if I ask her, will she give me the same story?”

“Positively. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you want to order some Chinese?”

“I mean I- NO!”

His outburst was a surprise to both James and himself after you had pinched him underwater signalling you were running out of air.

“Really? Lily’s got me on this diet and-”

“James! Get out!”

“Fine! Okay! No need to shout at me, I’ve seen you in weirder scenarios.”

James left and shut the door behind him just as soon as you jolted up, gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry, he wouldn’t leave! He wanted to ask me if I fancied some Chinese.”

“Chinese?” You asked, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a contemplative look on your face. “I could go for some chow mein.”

“Prongs!” Taking a deep breath, you disappeared underwater again just before James appeared once more. “I’ll have a large chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, some of those prawn cracker things and the spring rolls.”

“Spring rolls? I swear only Y/N likes them.”

“Thought I’d try them out since as she’s always yapping on about them.”

“Alright, back in a bit.”

James left and shut the door again. You emerged from the water, leaning back on Sirius again as he relayed off what he’d ordered.

“You ordered me spring rolls?!”

“Yeah, I remembered you liked them.” Sirius shrugged, wrapping his arm around your waist again. “Even if they taste like arse.”

The group had gathered at Marlene and Y/N’s for an evening where despite Lily’s constant health kicks, she relented into ordering pizza for the group.

“Hey, you guys will never guess what I found out today.” Marlene grinned.

“You’re secretly a guy?” Sirius snickered from the armchair, only to receive a cushion being thrown at his face by the blonde.

“No,” Marlene scowled at him, “Alice and Frank got engaged!”

“What?! How’d you find out?” Lily asked as she cuddled up to James in the other armchair.

“I ran into Alice at Headquarters earlier and she showed me her ring.” Marlene leant back into the sofa as she brought her legs up to lay them over Remus’ lap. “We best be getting ready for another wedding soon.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear more at the meeting tomorrow.” James said grinning. “Who knew Longbottom had it in him?!”

“Alice certainly did.” You snickered, leaning onto Remus’ other shoulder. The comment got another round of chuckles from everyone present as Lily shot you a less than impressed look.

“Alright, I say let’s call it a night if we have to be at the meeting early tomorrow morning.” The redhead rolled her eyes at you all before standing up and brushing her dress down.

Everyone else seemed to follow her lead as Marlene and you stood to show everyone out.

“Yeah, I need to sleep as much as I can with Moony’s snoring keeping me up all night.” Sirius grinned, stepping up beside you and Remus.

What no one expected to happen was for Sirius to dip and find your lips in a kiss, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you closer, just as he had done for the last few weeks.

The rest of the group stood with slack jaws as they took in the scene before them as they watched Sirius kiss you. Pulling away, you caught each other’s eyes as realisation set in and your own eyes went wide.

“Marls,” Sirius shook off his slight hesitation before heading straight over to Marlene and pulling her in for a kiss of her own. “Lily.”

Stepping forward to give Lily a kiss goodbye, Sirius couldn’t help but notice the wide eyed look from both James at kissing his wife and Remus at kissing his sister.

“Pleasure to spend time with you all.” Sirius grinned at everyone’s expressions before entering the fireplace to floo back to his own flat.

“What the hell was that?!” Remus asked with wide eyes, securely on you.

“Probably some leftover greeting from Lily and James’ wedding. Lils did have some french cousins, perhaps he picked it up from them?” You chuckled, trying to play down the laugh you so wanted to let out.

“Yeah, it did feel french.” Marlene snickered. “I’m not sure if I feel happy about saying that I’ve kissed Sirius Black though.”

“Well, he can keep his lips to himself and not on my wife.” James scowled at the fireplace where Sirius had disappeared moments before.

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