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Goodnight, Princess

Yandere Dad's Best Friend - Santiago Garcia X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event!

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

This fic was written in first person from Santiago's perspective. I know that's not normally something I do, but if you give it a chance I think you'll like it hehe <3

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, non-con, dubious consent, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, non-consensual somnophilia, intoxication, implied murder, dad's best friend, age gap, voyeurism, hidden cameras. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 5.7k

I should’ve put a stop to it the second I realized it was you on the other side of that wall.

Don’t ask me how I knew. A good guess? A hunch? Maybe I’d known you so long that I could tell, based on some deep ingrained instinct, exactly what your lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. You sucked on it like you knew what you were doing, like it wasn’t a challenge for you to take something so big in that pretty little mouth.

I recognized the sound of your moans almost right away. The hum of your voice when you started sucking my dick was the same sound you made at dinner the other night when you popped a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. Does your dad know you’re doing this? Do you care? Do you ever worry about what he might say if he finds out?

Don’t worry princess, I'll keep your secret.

Our secret.

I bet you never thought I would find out about your slutty little side job. To be entirely honest, I didn’t think I’d find you working at a place like this. If you know me at all, and I know for a fact that you do, then you’d know I’m a lonely man. Years of serving in the military and the endless night terrors have made it difficult to find any sort of real relationship, so I’ve given up. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have needs, sweetheart.

Everybody jerks off, and I’m no exception. I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been in my room, cock in hand while I watch some crappy porno to get myself off. Every once in a while though, I like to treat myself to a little something more. Most people treat themselves to some kind of dessert, or a nice bottle of wine, but I like to treat myself to a night at Club BJ where all the dirty men go to get their rocks off.

I never thought I’d find you there.

Not a chance in hell did I think for even a second that you would be sucking random cocks on the other side of a gloryhole to earn a few extra bucks. You’re so good at it though, princess. How did you learn to swirl your tongue like that? Hm? Was it all the boys at college who taught you how to do that? Did they tell you what a pretty little girl you are while your lips were stretched around them?

They better have. They better have said thank you when they finished all over that beautiful face too.

I couldn’t speak to you. I couldn’t let you know it was me on the other side of that wall, so I hope the $200 tip I left you gets the point across.

When I got home tonight, you were running through my mind like a fucking hamster on a wheel. I’m not sure what to do now, but I can’t shake how bad I want to go back to the club for another round. I’d pay thousands, probably even tens of thousands, just to have more…

But I can’t do that. Not to you, and not to your dad.

That was the first and only time I’m going to know what it’s like to feel you sucking my cock.

—

There’s no possible way for you to know what you do to me, well, for you to know that it was me on the other side of the hole that you were making feel so fucking good. I’m coming back again, despite promising I wouldn’t. I’ve been trying so hard to let it go, but I fucking can’t. You’re like a goddamn siren luring me back to that shithole, and I can’t resist your call.

I’ll be back on Friday, because that’s the night they set the girls up with their asses sticking out through the wall. I would assume the club has you bent over some kind of table on the other side of that wall? I’m not sure, but Friday can’t come soon enough. I feel like I need you.

Maybe if you hadn’t looked at me the way you did when I saw you today at your dad’s for dinner. Were you looking at me like that on purpose, sweetheart? I mean, you must be…right? Or have I completely lost my shit?

I probably lost my shit, let’s be honest.

I’ve known your dad since high school. I even helped him beat up a guy that was hitting on your mom back when she and your dad had just started dating. I’m really not a bad guy, and I’ve never looked at you like this. I mean it. But how can I look at you any differently now? How can I look at you any differently after what you did to me? What you did for me.

“Santi, can you pass the butter?” You asked, looking at me, probably no different than usual but I couldn’t think of anything other than those pouty lips wrapped around my dick again.

Did you notice the way my hand shook when I handed you the butter dish? Maybe not, but they were trembling and to be honest it was fucking annoying. I’m a man in his late thirties and I can’t get a grip on the feelings I’m developing for my best friend's goddamn kid. It’s wrong, disgusting, hell I’d kill someone if you were my kid.

But you’re not, and I can’t fucking help it, even though I tried.

Maybe someday, if you ever find out about any of this, I’ll tell you about how much I hated myself (hell, I still hate myself sometimes), when I came home with that post nut clarity. That might’ve been the best blowjob of my life, but I stood in front of my mirror for a good ten minutes trying to tell myself that I’d never go back to that hellhole, Club BJs. I meant it with all my heart when I said it over and over like a mantra.

Now I’m stuck though. I’m stuck thinking about you bent over with a wall separating the top half of your body from the bottom with countless men fucking you until you’re so full of cum you looked like a damn overstuffed pastry. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to have at least one of those men be someone that cares about you.

I guess I’ll have to be the one to do it. I guess this is how I’ll justify doing something I know I shouldn’t.

I’ll see you on Friday, princess.

—

It makes me feel a little bit better to know that every man in there is at least checked for STDs before he gets to fuck you. Surely you wouldn’t have signed up to work at a place like this if they weren’t. You’re smart, you’ve always been so smart. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.

Still not clever enough to know that I was one of those men who stood behind you that night. In fact, I was your last customer of the night. Your pussy was so puffy and swollen, those guys really stretched you out and fucked you good didn’t they? Don’t worry, princess, I took good care of you and gave your little hole a break. I won’t lie, it took everything in me not to use you the way they did, but I’ll do that another time.

Tonight I was on my knees for you, grabbing onto both of your asscheeks and spreading you out so I could clean up the mess those filthy men made of my little princess. You sounded so surprised, I heard you gasp, when I started eating you out. Did you like that? It sounded like you did. I could feel your thighs shaking and at some point you even started rocking back and forth like you wanted more.

Maybe you wanted me to fuck you. Were you hoping that the mystery man on the other side of the wall would clean you up and then fuck his own cum into you too? Or maybe you were happy to have the break. Either way, I licked your swollen clit until I could hear your pretty moans on the other side and feel your cunt throbbing against my tongue. Your slick tastes so good sweetheart, can’t believe you made something so delicious all by yourself.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” You asked me. I could almost hear the desperation in your voice, like you were begging me to come back and take you.

“No.” I said firmly, faking a deeper voice than my own.

Next time I will though, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t want anyone else.

—

The same night I ate you out I rushed home to jerk off. It sounds crude to say, but fuck I couldn’t help it. The taste of your pussy was still on my lips. I could still smell you soaked into the stubble on my chin and upper lip. I’m making a mental note to snag a pair of your panties when I come over for the barbecue at your dad’s tomorrow night. Maybe that will help get me through this mess I’m in. Maybe it will help me stop this shit.

I know I can’t keep doing this, but the feeling I get when I’m scrolling through your instagram photos from last summer in your bikini with my cock squeezed in my hand is incredible. I’m looking at those perfect tits hidden beneath such a thin layer of fabric, and your pretty rear is barely covered at all.

When I came it’s like I was possessed, blowing up a picture of your face just so I could imagine myself coating it in all of me. I don’t even really want to talk about how hard it was to clean that mess off my phone.

I feel like I’m losing myself in the depraved thoughts and fantasies I’m having of you. I woke up with soaked sheets and I thought I fucking pissed myself, but I didn’t, it was…something else. I’d dreamt of you. I can’t remember exactly what was happening in that dream, but it must’ve been good, and I’m annoyed that I still can’t remember what it was about.

—

A small part of me, the part of me that still had some morals left, was hoping you’d be working your day job. (honestly I can’t even remember what your day job is, aren’t you a housekeeper? Or a waitress or something?) At least if you were working I wouldn’t have to see you. I wouldn’t have to think about you more than I already was. Not to mention, I wouldn’t have had to sit there and watch you laugh with your ‘friend’ that you’d invited over.

You told your dad when you introduced him, “we’re just friends dad.”

You said it with such an attitude that both your dad and I knew better. You might’ve thought you were just friends, but that guy wanted more, and I knew you were going to give it to him. I could tell by the way you looked at him when you thought no one was paying attention.

I bet you didn’t think I’d hear you both making out in your room that night, but your moans call me now like a moth to a flame. The other barbecue guests had gone home, and your dad was drunk and passed out in his recliner, and I heard you faintly over the hum of the crappy reality show on tv. I didn’t pause the show, I didn’t want to wake up your dad, so I went upstairs silently, masked by the sound on the tv.

Initially, I wanted to walk in there and rip this kid off of you, giving him a few vicious but empty threats before sending him on his way with his tail between his legs. Your voice stopped me in my tracks though.

“Shh, I don’t want my dad to hear us,” you whispered, followed by a sweet giggle.

He won’t, princess. I thought, as though it were me you were talking to and not this loser.

You’d left your bedroom door open, per your dad’s request, such a good little girl. Despite being a grown woman, you still did what your daddy told you, and that’s the only reason I was able to hide in the bathroom and hear you get fucked while I jerked off and imagined I was with you instead of…whatever the fuck his name is.

“Oh god!” You whined, making my body shudder.

That guy doesn’t talk much, and that made it all the easier for me to imagine myself in his place.

When you said, “mm, harder, please…”

I was right there to say, “anything you want, sweetheart.”

I tried to move my hand in time with the light thump of your bed against the wall. It helped. What didn’t help was the fact that I could tell how little you were enjoying yourself. You were making the same sounds you made when you were ass out at the gloryhole. I knew I could do better, I knew I could make your body shake with pleasure like when I was kneeling down behind you with my tongue working overtime on your sensitive clit.

You were pretty good at faking it though, good enough that I was a leaking mess, precum dripping all down my shaft while I worked myself behind the wall your bedroom shared with the bathroom. I really wanted to go in there, tell that guy to get lost and give you the night of your life, but I didn’t. Instead I stood there, spilling a few globs of cum into some toilet paper and calling it good enough.

I was quick to head back downstairs before you even knew I was up there in the first place. That guy had the audacity to say goodnight to me in the kitchen on his way out the door. I let that go pretty quickly because then it was just you and me alone in the kitchen while your dad slept soundly in the living room.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to ask you for the pleasure of taking care of you, of making sure that you got off too, but I bit my tongue. Instead we made small talk about how your college was going and you asked me about Benny, Frankie and Will.

For a moment I had forgotten about all the things that transpired between us, or that I’d done while thinking about you, and you were just my best friend’s kid again. We were just two people who had known each other for a long time, catching up and making small talk. Then you had to bend over in your shorts, and my cock ignored its usual refractory period to spring alive and nag for attention again.

“You okay, Santi?” You’d asked so innocently, as if I didn’t know what that mouth was capable of, or what that body could take.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.”

I’m not fucking fine, but that doesn’t matter.

—

You slept like a rock that night, not even stirring in the slightest when I grabbed your panties out of your hamper by the closet. They didn’t look particularly fancy, so I assume you won’t miss them, will you? Doesn’t matter anyway, you’d never expect that I’m the one who took them.

I can’t even begin to tell you how disgusting I felt when I got home the next morning and I had placed your panties on my bed in front of me like a prize I’d won. I think I stared at them for at least a full ten minutes before I picked them up again and put them in my nightstand. I’ve never been a “panty sniffer” and I tried to convince myself that just knowing I had them in my possession was enough.

Have you ever read The Tell-Tale Heart? I remember when I was in high school I had to, and it stuck with me for some reason. Your underwear in my nightstand reminded me of that story in some ways. It’s like all I could hear were your moans in my ears and no matter where I went in the house the temptation to smell the remnants of your cunt on that fabric was following me.

So finally, here I am, two weeks after you first sucked my cock, and I can shamefully admit that I did it. I smelled them, and sweetheart, you smell so much better without all that cum inside of you. Of course the panties can’t compare to the real thing, which I don’t know if I’ll ever smell without six loads of spend inside, but god I hope I get the privilege one day.

Or maybe I hope I don’t.

I’m still so torn between the fact that you’re my best friend’s kid, and the way I want to bury my dick so far in that pretty little cunt that you’re seeing stars.

—

I was first in line tonight. It’s Friday night so your ass was out again and untouched this time. You weren’t wet yet which excited me for some reason. It meant I got to have the honors of making you nice and slick.

My hand looks so big against your ass, princess. I wish I could show you. That was me who rubbed your clit, making you shake and whine for more on the other side of the wall. I’m the one who slipped my thick middle finger in that greedy little hole, and then my index finger, and then the ring finger.

I’m guessing you liked it based on how slippery you got, and how much you moaned on the other side. Do you know how dedicated your customers are? One of them got pissed at me for taking too long with you. I can’t say I blame them, your pussy is perfect sweetheart.

God the feeling of sliding my dick between those pretty pussy lips is like nothing I’ve ever felt. As I bottomed out, I felt your walls were squeezing around me like you wanted me deeper, so of course I pushed in more, all the way until I couldn’t go further. You gasped like you hadn’t felt a hundred dicks inside you before mine.

I slid back again and slammed into you. I heard you begging me to keeping going, and saying, “fuck you’re good, holy shit!”

It was so hard not to say all the filthy things I wanted to when I fucked you, princess. I wanted to tell you how good you looked like that, pussy lips split around my cock like it wanted to swallow me whole. I wanted to ask you if you would like me to stick my thumb in your ass but decided to just try it anyway and see how you reacted.

You liked it.

At least it seemed like you did, your cunt clamped down around my dick like a damn vice grip the moment my thumb popped through your tight little hole. Did you like having something in your ass sweetheart? It’s shocking how tight you are, given how often I know you’re getting fucked. Some of the guys coming in behind me were big, some even bigger than me, but you don’t like them as much as you do when I fuck you, right? Of course not, because you don’t sound like that when you’re with them.

I caught a small glimpse of your eye through the hole. There was a small gap between the wall and your hips and you were looking at the same time I was. Did you see me? Did you have time to realize who I was? Did you come right then and there because you liked the idea of your dad’s best friend fucking you until you were too spent for anyone else?

Your orgasm forced me to come at the same time you did. I can’t even begin to tell you what it felt like to spill my load inside of you like I’d wanted to for so long. I remember so clearly being pushed up against your ass, pulling my thumb out of your hole so I could squeeze your hips and pull you over my dick further. It’s like I was willing every ounce of it to fill you up so full that no one else could. It’s like I was trying to make sure that when you look in the mirror a few months from now, you’ll remember the feeling of the man who fucked a baby into you.

I’m not an idiot. Well, I am, but I know that you’re on birth control. I know that no matter how many times I fuck you, the chances of you actually getting pregant are slim, not that I’d want to get you pregnant anyway. That would be too much, and I don’t want to go too far.

I’m not going to go too far.

—

I went to your house today.

I already had an excuse planned if I somehow got caught while you and your dad were out. If you or your father saw me, I’d say I came back for my hat. It’s not a total lie, I did leave my hat behind, but neither of you needed to know it was on purpose.

Do you realize how much dust has collected on the little stuffed bear you have on the shelf facing directly across from your bed, sweetheart? I doubt it, but it does make for the perfect place to put the small camera I bought.

I feel so fucking gross I can hardly stand to look at myself. But I can’t stand not to watch you touch yourself either. The glory hole is great, but I want to see that pretty face when you’re coming so hard you can’t breathe right, and I can’t do that when I’m on the other side of a fucking wall can I?

Seeing you later that night while I was at my own house, fist closed around my cock and watching you play with yourself is worth all the self loathing in the world. I had the camera feed pulled up on my laptop, and I could see you walking over to your dresser. God, what an array of toys you have. Do you have all those toys because you like them? Or is it because you haven’t found someone who knows their way around your body yet?

If it’s the latter, I promise you won’t need those things once I’m done with you.

Fuck, princess. The one you picked out is so damn big. I’ve seen you fit some pretty big cocks in that little hole, but I was shocked to see you squeezing lube around the head of that thing and gliding it over your pussy lips. You took a deep breath. Does it hurt to take such a fat silicone dick like that?

Fuck, I’m glad I put the camera where I did. Who had you so wet like that? Hm? Were you thinking about anyone in particular? Can you even get that entire dildo in there? I hated to admit how much I liked watching you struggle. My cock leaked so fucking much I thought I was going to come too fast, but I kept it together.

You finally pushed it in, and I’m so damn proud of you princess. You had a really hard time going all the way though, didn’t you? That tight little pussy of yours was stretched to its limit and you were only halfway in there. Why do you even have a dildo that size if you can’t get it all the way in your cunt? Are you trying to stretch yourself out for someone? You don’t have to stretch yourself for me, I’d be happy to take care of that for you myself.

I watched you push it in even more, I was so focused on the furrow of your turned up brow and the way you bit your lip while I stared. We both exhaled the moment you managed to fit the entire thing in. Your eyes rolled back like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. You really do enjoy being stuffed full, don’t you, sweetheart?

You started fucking yourself with it, the sounds of your wet cunt hit my ears like the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I stroked myself in time with your movements, my eyes focused right on your face, and my cock throbbed every time you moaned. Wasn’t your dad home tonight? Shouldn’t you be a bit quieter when you’re doing stuff like that? Maybe you just don’t care if he hears you.

You started fucking yourself faster so of course I was jerking myself harder, trying to keep up with you without losing it too quickly. It didn’t take long for you to come though. Did you like the feeling of that toy that much? You gushed around it, you choked back some moans but several other soft whimpers escaped, filling your room and hitting my ears through the camera feed. I came too, coating my knuckles and my stomach with so much cum I didn’t know I was even capable of producing that much.

Why’d you have to ruin it? Huh?

It was such a good fucking orgasm for both of us, and then I heard you say a name. It wasn’t my name though, was it, princess? I don’t know why that bothers me so fucking much. Maybe it’s because in some twisted way I’ve managed to convince myself that you were putting on that private show just for me. So if you did do it for me, then I don’t want to hear you saying some other guy’s name while you’re fucking your self like that sweetheart.

I just don’t.

—

I lost it today.

I really fucking lost it today, princess.

I found that guy. You know the one who fucked you the other night while I jerked off in the bathroom? That ‘friend’ of yours? The one whose name you called out instead of mine?

I found him.

I…

—

Did you miss me, sweetheart? I’m sorry, but I had to leave for a while, at least until things quieted down, and until you weren’t sad anymore. I know I should feel bad, but I don’t. I would probably do it again a thousand times if I had to.

You seemed fine during dinner at your dad’s tonight. I don’t really think you were that upset over the guy anyway, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hear his name come out of that pretty mouth again. Ever.

After too much wine during (and after) dinner, I carried you upstairs. You never could handle your liquor. Remember when you were only eighteen and I would let you sneak a few shots under your old man’s nose when he wasn’t looking? Your dad was sleeping when I put you down gently in your bed. Your skin is so fucking soft it killed me to step away from you.

Your eyes opened for a moment meeting with mine. I felt my gut stir at the sight of you biting your lip. Why were you doing that to me? Didn’t you know how that would affect me? I couldn’t resist the way you looked at me that night. No one would’ve been able to. It’s not fair for you to put me in that position and expect that I’m just going to walk away. When I think back to it, this was all your fault, princess.

“Santi,” you said sweetly.

I almost climbed on top of you right then when you grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I almost grabbed your throat and fucked you through your shorts, but I held back.

“What, princess?” I asked you, putting a caring hand on your shoulder, trying to fight back my more primal urges screaming in my head.

You shivered, “I-mm-need something towearto mm-bed,” you slurred out.

I could see the curve of your hip disappear into your too-short shorts. I really don’t want you going out in public wearing things like that. I gave you my shirt to keep you warm. I hope it’s comfortable, sweetheart, I can’t let you go cold, can I? When I leaned down to put it over your head, I felt such a fucking ache in my chest when your face appeared again through the hole. Such a pretty babygirl.

“Thank you,” you smiled contentedly and snuggled into your pillows.

I gulped, “princess,” I whispered, slowly creeping my fingers toward the hem of your shorts where they rested on your waist.

“Hm?” You hummed, but you weren’t really awake anymore, from what I could tell.

When I touched your soft, exposed hip you didn’t stir at all, and when I slipped my fingers underneath your panties, then your shorts, you didn’t make a sound. When I pushed both down to your ankles and dropped them on the floor, you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t have any fucking clue what I was going to do to you, did you?

Did you feel my fingers when I slipped them between your thighs and felt your little wet cunt? I bet you did, even if you didn’t realize you were feeling it. I thought I would wake you up for sure when I pushed you onto your back and climbed over you. And when that didn’t wake you up, I thought, without a doubt, that when I pulled my cock out and touched it against your slick pussy lips your eyes would shoot open and you’d catch me in the act.

You didn’t though, you stayed deep in your drunken sleep, and I could get away with doing anything I wanted to you.

I’m still wondering what I would’ve done if you’d caught me. What would I say? How would I justify this feeling I craved that only you could satisfy? Would I even need to say anything? Surely you would recognize the feeling of the cock that made you come so good in that glory hole. Surely you’d be desperate for me to keep going.

Being able to look at your face, even if you were asleep, while I slid my dick into your wet heat made my brain stop fucking working. I couldn’t even think. It was like my body just took over, hips rocking into you over and over without a care in the world for how loud the bed was creaking.

You still didn’t feel anything when I dipped down and kissed you, my hips still thrusting slowly against you. This isn’t a Disney movie, and I’m no prince charming, but you’re still my little princess, aren’t you? You’re like my personal sleeping beauty, except my soft kisses didn’t wake you from your drunken slumber.

Thank god.

I kissed all the way down your jawbone until I got to your neck. You’re so soft, and you smell so nice. I kinda wish you’d been awake so I could’ve heard you whimper and whine in my ear. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels to have my cock slamming into your pussy, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips on my neck, my chest, all over my body.

“You take me so well, princess.” I whispered in your ear, hoping that somewhere deep in your dreams you’d hear my words and know I was inside you. “You feel so good, I can’t stop. Never felt anything-so-fucking-g-good-I-f-fuck…”

I came so much that when I pulled back my cum poured out of you as if my cock was a dam holding back a river. I still wonder if I should’ve cleaned you up, but I didn’t. Maybe you’d remember that I was the one who brought you upstairs and you’d put the pieces together.

I can imagine it now, you waking up in the morning with a dried up substance between your thighs. You might not know what it is right away, but I’m sure when you go to the bathroom and notice the hickeys peppered all over your neck, you’ll know that something must’ve happened to you the night before.

I’m not sure what to do now.

I need to have you for myself, that much is clear. The thought of someone else touching you ever again is killing me, so I have to take you. I’ll take you away from all this shit, and I’ll take good care of you. You won’t have to work at that nasty place anymore, I’ll be sure of that. And please don’t worry, princess. When your dad is looking for you, and he needs a friend to help him through the tough times, and the times he’s missing you, I’ll be that friend. He will only be sad for a little while.

If things go wrong, and someone finds this…well I guess it’s a journal isn’t it? I won’t be able to deny the things I’ve done. I should burn it, but I can’t bring myself to do that. When I read it back, it’s almost like I can relive our time together. Someday I might show you this so you can understand why I did what I had to do, why I have to keep you.

Until then, I hope you sleep well tonight, your final night in your childhood home. I hope you enjoy your last breakfast with your loving dad, and that the two of you don’t argue before he leaves for work. Make sure you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him you love him, because I’ll be over before he gets home from work.

Goodnight, princess.

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Hey!! Could you do aftercare Leo Valdez head cannons please!!

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warnings; allusions to sex, language a/n; hey! you mean my favorite boy? absolutely yes. tags; @green-tea217

Maybe he doesn't look like it to some, but...

he's a total love machine.

he's all smiles afterward, feeling silly with that afterglow vibe he always tries to spread around, and it works.

both literally have that goofy grin while catching your breath.

you feel that love in your stomach and-

stop Let's move on!

yet you still end up drained.

Leo rolls over to see you (with flushed cheeks and sweat on his forehead) and admires how you slowly recover, whispering sweet (but also teasing) things to you.

"That's my girl," "Hmm, you've never looked better, huh?" and he makes you blush, but he also makes you feel loved.

Then he opens his arms and raises an eyebrow, testing the waters to see what you want at that moment.

If you hug him, he'll hold you until you say you want to move, cuddling with you while stroking your hair.

He traces your skin delicately with his index finger.

there are moments when you're drifting off to sleep in his arms, feeling the taps on your bare back in Morse code. "I love you."

"Me too," you respond weakly, smiling against his chest. He grins like a fool.

He also buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you run your fingers through his curls that tickle your jaw.

He looks for you a lot too, in a way to let you know how good he feels with you.

Anyway, if what you want afterward is a bit of privacy to be alone, he'll get up, put on his boxers, and walk to your side of the bed to tuck you in with the sheets.

"I'll be back, mi amor," he says after giving you a kiss on the forehead and brushing your hair away from your face.

That man cooks for you, like REALLY cooks. You know because you smell the pasta cooking in the kitchen from his room.

He checks on you and brings you water a couple of times.

He sits on the edge of his bed and hands you the glass with a beaming smile. When you give it back, he sets it on the nightstand for a moment and asks if you're feeling okay.

"Everything alright?" he whispers sweetly while holding your chin and locking his chocolate eyes with yours.

You nod, and he kisses you.

He tells you the food will be ready soon, then offers to take you to the bathroom so you can shower.

That mf has gotten really strong. He can carry you however he wants, but he does it by throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and runs to the bathroom laughing like a kid.

When you enter, you see he's already placed your towel nearby for you to take, and when you come out to dress, you see he's left your -his- clothes for you to wear.

Before you eat together, he does the same and includes tidying up the room.

he wants you to feel comfortable, happy, and he succeeds.

when he's ready, he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck, you jump when you feel his wet hair but it gives you relief to feel him close.

"Hungry?" he whispers in your ear while gently tightening his embrace and smiling like the damn devil because he's saying it with a double meaning.

"you'll be the death of me, babe" he says because he really can't help but drool over you when you walk around in his clothes.

Both return to bed for a cuddle session and sweet whispers in each other's ears.

he uses his warmth powers for you, which is the best when the weather is cold or rainy.

"You're too good for me," he says and gives you a slow kiss while caressing your cheek.

you enjoy resting on his chest, and he's delighted with it.

You sleep entwined with each other, he's the big spoon, you're the little one.

He lives to see you happy and satisfied, doing it with love and kindness because he's your man.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #pjo #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez fic #hoo x reader #hoo x you #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #blood of olympus #leo valdez imagines

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emeritusemeritus · 1 year

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 8.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, 69’ing, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

The Freddie smut train isn’t stopping 🌹

George returned a little while later, taking a suspiciously long time in the shower which you didn't doubt had been organised by Fred.

"Are you both decent?" He asked as he crept in, smiling at seeing that you were both now clothed and sat on the bed laughing.

"Reckon tea will be ready soon," George says, hopping onto the bed, now clean and redressed. He immediately pulls you into his arms, getting the cuddles you'd promised earlier as you absently draw shapes onto the skin of his arm with your finger as you all chat until Molly calls you for tea.

You all sit and chat as you eat, Fred, Harry and Ron all celebrating their win from earlier in the day. Molly has made a heap of mashed potato, steak and onion pies and veg which you excitedly tuck into, knowing how much you'll miss her cooking when the week comes to an end. It was Hermione's last day at the burrow tomorrow before she went home to her parents and so you were all trying to think of something you could do tomorrow, gathering ideas or group activities but not quite deciding anything.

Fred looks increasingly fidgety throughout dinner, which made you glance at him questioningly a few times. It wasn't entirely uncharacteristic for him to be squirmy and hyper but this seemed different, like he couldn't wait to get away from the table. Once the meal had been had, you and both twins make your way up to their bedroom with Fred immediately fluttering round the room grabbing random things and slinging them into a little shopping bag he'd knicked from Molly.

"You'll probably need a sweater princess, want one of mine?" He asks as he delves into the drawers, not waiting for an answer as he pulls out a green knitted jumper with a big 'F' on the front in gold lettering. You gladly accept and look down at what you're wearing, suddenly wondering if they're suitable.

"Fred, do I need to get changed?" You ask, making him pause briefly as he looks at you up and down.

"No princess, though if you want to wear less I'd have no qualms," he smirks before returning to his digging. You roll your eyes and turn your gaze to George who is lay on the bed reading. You slink into bed beside him and without ever taking his gaze off the page, he opens up his arm for you to cuddle into his side.

"Gonna miss you," you whisper in his ear, quiet enough so Fred wouldn't hear. You see him smile and turn to you as his hand creeps down to reach your bum, giving it a little pat.

"You already know I'll miss you," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Right! Princess if you would like to follow me," Fred says, standing beside the bed and offering his elbow to you like a man in an old fashioned movie. You giggle and stand to grab his elbow, casting one last glance back at George before you slip out of the door and down the stairs, following Fred until he leads you out of the house.

"Where are we going?" You ask, your arms still gripping his arm as he guides you. He looks over at you with a smirk and winks, not disclosing anything.

You follow the familiar path up to the back field, praying that he wasn't going to make you play quidditch.

When you got to the field, he pulled the bag off his wide shoulders and pulled out a large picnic blanket and laid it on the floor as he knelt down, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Okay my princess, we have a blanket, some candles, some beer and."

"Where did you get that?" You interject, laughing as he pulls out two bottles of beer from the bag, no doubt stolen from Arthur's stash. He gives you a wicked smile and leans in to pull you into a kiss, both of you giggling as your lips meet. He then lights the candles around you and reaches into the bag to pull out a little box.

"Okay we have Weasley's whizzbangs, whizzfire bangs, whammy rockets and miraculous mystic mayhem makers," Fred smiles as he pulls out a selection of fireworks from the bag, all tried and tested Weasley products they'd been developing.

"Putting on a show for me handsome?" You flirt, looking at the selection of explosives in front of you.

"Sweetheart, I'm constantly putting on a show for you, have been since second year," he admits with a little chuckle, making you laugh.

You actually end up sitting and talking for the majority of the night, reminiscing about previous pranks you'd all pulled and memories together over the years as you sip on stolen beer. You were both lay on the blanket, your head on his chest as you looked up towards the stars, feeling at peace.

"You're so beautiful," Fred says suddenly, making you turn to face him. Instead of a teasing smirk that you'd expected, he actually looks a little bashful with a smile tugging at his lips. You blush at the sudden intimacy and lean up to kiss him. The kiss starts off slowly and playfully but in no time you are beginning to rut against each other, hands wandering and little breathless gasps falling between your lips in between the passionate kisses.

Something changes in you immediately like a switch had been flicked and you needed to feel him on you, in you, however you could get him, surrendering to the intense desire that Fred always seemed to pull from you.

You began tugging at his sweater, needing to get it off his body to feel him. As he sat up slightly, you immediately began attacking his brown, woven belt to get to what you really wanted.

"What's your rush princess? You need me?" He asks, his hand coming up to grab the side of your face, long fingers tangling into your hair as he feverishly kisses you. You nod and a little whimper falls from your throat without realising as you carry on trying to undress him, the lust you felt becoming a burning need.

Fred pulled off his sweater and T-shirt, leaving him in just his trousers which were quickly pulled down as soon as you'd worked his belt.

"A little unfair don't you think sweetheart?" He smirks, pulling your body to his, your hips meeting as you feel the growing bulge in his underwear against your thigh. He immediately pulls off the sweater and top you're wearing, gasping and growling as he realises that you aren't wearing a bra, your naked breasts spilling out. He immediately latches onto your nipple with his mouth, feasting on the feverish skin as his other hand grabs hold of your neglected breast and toys with the nipple. Your hips chase his at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation as he sucks and nips at your pebbled nipples.

"Fred," you groan, throwing your head back as he sucks little lovebites into the side of your breast, never neglecting the nipple as his tongue switches back and forth, devouring your aching breasts.

"That's it princess, tell me who makes you feel this good," Fred smirks, pushing your breasts together to pay attention to them both. "Such perfect tits," he mumbles as he dives right back in.

Your hands begin to wander on his body, running down his smooth abdomen until you reach the little fuzz of his happy trail and the waistband of his boxers. You slip your hand into his underwear and immediately reach for his big, swollen length earning a loud growl from Fred as you wrap your hand around him. He breaks apart from your breast just for a second to pull down his underwear, exposing his perfect cock and balls to you, allowing you to toy with him without restriction.

You slowly begin to move your hand on his cock, tugging and gliding gently just how he likes, causing a broken moan of your name to fall from his lips. He bends his neck to reach down and kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as it wrestles with your own, the sensual glide making you squeeze your legs together to relieve some tension. Fred misses nothing and immediately moves his hands to your jeans to tug them off. You reluctantly let go of his length to let him pull off your jeans and panties in one go. He then pulls off his boxers the rest of the way and slings them away, leaving you both completely naked and exposed.

A single moment passes as you look at each other, your eyes wandering all over his perfect body, really trying to commit it to memory as you look at him with sheer adoration.

He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, smirking against them as his hand begins to trail up your thigh with teasingly delicate touches which only fuel the fire within you further.

His hand meets your wet folds as his fingers slip beneath them, earning a groan from him as he discovers just how wet you are.

"Is all of this for me princess?" He smirks.

You nod, desperately trying to buck your hips so he'll touch you more, chest heaving already at the sensation.

"Have you been thinking about this sweetheart? About how my big cock is going to stretch you out? Filling you up just right."

"Fuck, Fred yes!" You moan as his long, talented fingers slip inside you, curling up to hit that special spot that makes you keen.

"There it is princess, fuck you're so hot, can't wait to get my cock in you," he says as he leans back down, attacking your breasts once again as he works his fingers in and out of you. You immediately reach for his cock and begin pumping him, making deliciously lewd noises fall from his mouth.

"Come here sweetheart," he suddenly says pulling away, gesturing for you to sit up. He moves you and positions you into a similar fashion to what you'd done that afternoon but instead of being on top of him, you are laid on the blanket in opposite directions whilst facing each other.

His cock is right in front of your face, flushed pink and leaking precum already, just begging to be sucked. Fred parts your legs with his big hands and moves to rest his head on your thigh, wrapping the other one over his shoulder as he kisses your pussy lips, teasing you. You buck your hips, trying to get more than just butterfly kisses and he immediately reaches up to spank your ass, causing you to let out a gasping moan.

His hand comes up to spread your little lips and he begins giving little kisses to your sensitive clit, swirling his tongue teasingly around the exposed nub as you gasp.

You can't hold back any longer and grab hold of his cock at the base, squeezing gently before wrapping your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue devilishly around the fat head, licking up all the little beads of precum. Fred immediately moans out your name and begins feasting on your cunt perfectly, both of you trying your hardest to please the other. Your paces are slow and unhurried, trying to tease and please the other to give the most pleasure you can.

You can feel your orgasm building as your hips undulate over his face. He moans, sensing your impending release and strokes your thighs as he begins wildly sucking on your clit, tugging gently and licking over the spot repeatedly as his pace increases, keeping perfect rhythm until you cum.

You have to pull off his cock as a loud moan erupts from you, your body completely at the mercy of his as your climax takes over, the white hot flames burning you from the inside out as you shout if his name.

"Fucking hell princess," he gasps, stroking your thighs as you come down from your high, a blissful smile plastered on your face. "So hot when you cum."

Fred leans up and moves to lie beside you again, smiling and kissing you as he sees your little blissful, fucked out smile and heavy eyelids.

"Want you Freddie, please," you moan, reaching for his cock again.

"One time not enough sweetheart? Or do you need my big cock?"

"Need it Freddie, please," you beg, completely overwhelmed by the emptiness you felt, needing to be filled by him.

"I've got you sweetheart," he cooes, pulling you closer to him so that your bodies are directly facing each other. He kissed you passionately, hands wandering as they slip down to your ass again. He squeezes and massages the skin of your ass before reaching down to grab your leg and hitch it over his hip. You gasp at the sudden feel of his heavy length pressed against your pussy, just begging for entry.

You reach down and hold his cock steady at the base before rolling your hips just right so that he sinks into your wet heat, both of you gasping and moaning in sync as the bliss of him stretching you out.

"Oh princess, so tight for me," he gasps, thrusting deeper inside of you until every inch of him was buried inside, making you breathless. "Oh you feel perfect princess, so fucking good."

He begins to thrust in and out and you have to hold back your loud moans which you're sure could be heard all the way back at Hogwarts.

You begin to roll your hips in time with his thrusts and you both immediately cry out at the sensation as you fuck yourself on his cock. His hands come up to grab at your ass, guiding your movements, helping you to roll your ass back and forth as he fucks you deep.

"Fuck Freddie, so good, you're so deep," you moan out as the angle of his cock presses hard against your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

"Princess, y/n," he moans, "not gonna last, you feel so fucking good."

"Cum Freddie, please, want you to cum inside me!"

He begins brutally thrusting into you, abandoning your hip movements as his hands dig deliciously into the skin as he grips you hard. His groans and moans mix with yours as he sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with abandon as he nears his end. He suddenly grips you bruisingly hard and slams your hips down onto him one last time, holding your body tight to him as he buries himself as deep as he can. His face scrunches up deliciously as he cums, the blistering hot cum shooting deep into you as his hands keep you firmly in place as your walls clench around him, another orgasm surprising you and taking over your senses.

As the climax slowly begins to wear off, Fred's grip loosens and he slowly rubs the skin where his hands have been to soothe it. He looks up at you with a wide smile and leans down to press a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips as your hands run over his chest.

"Didn't even need the fireworks," he quips as he leans his forehead on yours. You laugh, causing your muscles to contract around him where he's still inside you and you hear him let out a little gasp of over sensitivity. He slowly pulls out, limp cock now resting between you in his thigh as you both take a few moments to catch your breath before untangling yourselves .

"You never needed fireworks to get me into bed... or the ground I guess," you laugh, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. He smiles, watching you dress with a tenderness that made butterflies spread within you.

"You know, it would be a shame to waste these," he says, sitting up and fiddling with the magical fireworks.

"Alright big boy, clothes on first though," you laugh, chucking his T-shirt towards him. You were surprisingly warm and so opted not to wear the sweater, staying in a T-shirt and your jeans as Fred quickly dressed and started preparing the whizz bangs.

You couldn't help but watch him as he moved with proficiently, seeing him in his element of causing mischief as he lined up the whizzbangs.

Moments later, the enchanted fireworks erupted in the sky with a resounding bang, illuminating the entire sky with a prism of colour. One of the particular fireworks turned into a dragon midair and began circling around the rest of the explosions in the most spectacular sight you'd ever seen.

You sneaked a look at Fred's face seeing him smiling in utter delight which made you feel so proud of him and George at their incredible inventions, forever thankful that you could always get a firsthand show.

When the ash settled, the familiar scent of gunpowder and settling smoke overwhelmed your senses and took you back to the potions classroom, smelling the Amortentia. The scent was so unmistakable, like the smell of an extinguished candle with a little more dry smokiness and a lingering musky that was entirely Weasley's wizzbangs.

"Y/n?" Fred asks, bringing your attention back to him. You realised that whilst you had been spaced out, he'd tied away the leftovers from the fireworks and was now lay back on his elbows with his long legs crossed at the ankle, watching you. "Where did you go pretty girl?"

"Nowhere important," you smiled, lying down with him as you looked back at the Burrow, seeing a couple of lights still on throughout the house. A sense of dread suddenly overwhelmed you. "No one can see us right?"

He laughed and shook his head, "only window that looks out back here is mine and George's," he explains with a smirk, "think he was watching?"

"Fred!" You laughed, hitting his chest at the thought.

"Think he was taking notes on how to please a woman?" He laughs and you nudge him again, throwing him off balance of his elbows, forcing him down. "You didn't argue it, he really that bad?"

"Merlin no, just didn't think you'd want to know all the details about how your twin brother pleases me and how he likes when I-"

""Alright I get the point," he says quickly, pulling a disgusted face at the idea. You had to chuckle as you settled back onto the blanket, sprawling your legs back as you looked up at the stars.

You sneaked a glance over at Fred who was doing the same as you with his eyes closed as he relaxed and thought back to all the times you'd tried to sneak glances at him over the years without him noticing. It was one of those moments when you realised how incredibly lucky you were to have not only Fred but George too, for however long you could have them.

The whizzbang smoke had brought back memories of the Amortentia incident and had stirred something up inside you which was eating away at your happiness, never truly knowing who it was you desired more.

When you and Fred were alone together, it was easy. You'd liked him for years, daydreamed and fantasised about him every chance you could, even so much as scribbling his initials in little notebooks in your younger years like any good schoolgirl would. You'd fantasised of your life together if he ever reciprocated your feelings, your wedding, your future children, all a distant but hopeful thought. It should be easy really, he liked you back and for that you were eternally grateful.

You'd been best friends for years, even closer than you and George had been and it was constantly exciting and passionate, like everyday was a new relationship but without all the awkwardness of learning about each other. Your mischievous best friend turned boyfriend, the constant prank master and joker, always the ringleader; he kept you on your toes at all times, bringing joy and laughter to your life like no other. Your relationship was filled with teasing and witty banter that you hope never faded and you were almost certain that you loved him, and had for a long time.

But then there was George. A prankster and joker at heart but with a stronger conscience and greater moral compass. He was sensitive and kind, at-least more often than Fred tended to be and he was comforting, above all else. George made you feel secure and loved. He was the personification of that feeling after a long, stressful day when you finally got home and could relax, putting on your cosiest, comfiest clothes and shutting out the world as you sought comfort. You'd never anticipated falling for him so hard and just like his brother, you were near certain that you were falling in love with him, if you weren’t already fully there. How were you ever going to chose between them?

"Your thoughts are loud," Fred says and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sorry," you say, turning your attention back to him, "I think I'm just tired."

"Want to go to bed sweetheart?" He asks tenderly, placing his hand on your thigh. You had to admit that going to bed did sound very appealing right now, but you didn't want to cut the cut your little date short.

"Not just yet Freddie," you say, leaning back against him. He hums and extends his arm out to you so that you can lean on it.

"Love when you call me that," he says bashfully, touching the braids on your head as he brushes away the little wisps in your face. You smile up at him and immediately your mind, filled with problems and negative thoughts is calmed and quiet again.

You decide to head in not too long after, throwing everything back into the shopping bag and walked back to the house. You managed to sneak in undetected and immediately head up to the twins' shared bedroom, carefully avoiding the creaking stairs whilst trying not to wake anyone, if they'd been able to sleep through the fireworks at least.

Upon entering the room, you noticed that George had in fact made himself scarce and wouldn't be sleeping here tonight, his pillows gone from the bed. You briefly thought of asking Fred but it was his night with you and you didn't want to bring up any potential conflict. Fred had gone to the toilet and so you took the opportunity to take off your makeup with a wipe and get dressed.

You tossed the jumper in your arms over to the washing hamper and shimmied out of your jeans, replacing them with your sleep shorts. Your T-shirt was switched out to one of Fred's old ones that you kept and you dragged yourself into bed, your tiredness from the night before hitting you like the hogwarts express.

When Fred strolled back into the room, he smiled at seeing you in bed. He tore off his clothes, opting to just sleep in his boxers and climbed into bed behind you. It was strange sleeping without George but you didn't fixate on it, you just hoped that wherever he was, he didn't feel pushed out or alone.

Fred's arm immediately falls over your waist, falling just underneath your breasts as he pulls you tightly to him so that his body is directly connected to your back.

"How do you fit so perfectly in my arms?" He whispers into your ear, musing at the near perfect fit of your body in his. It was true; you suspected that his height versus yours had a lot to do with it but you fit neatly into the plains of his body. Your ass was pressed against his crotch whilst his arm reached perfectly with the curve of your waist, your head slotted right under his head to rest against his chest whilst his arms encased you.

"Maybe you just fit perfectly around me," you smiled into the dark room, feeling him squeeze you tighter at your words.

"Did you have a good time tonight princess?" He asks quietly and you can sense a slight hint of vulnerability in his tone.

"The best Freddie," you answer honestly, "atleast, the fireworks were great." He immediately grabs you and begins tickling your ribs as you fight back, squirming and struggling to hold in your squeals at the horrendous sensation.

"Oh I see how it is, I give you some of my best work and all she remembers is the bloody pyrotechnics," he says dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes.

"It was perfect Fred, every bit," you say quietly, no longer playing around. You twist slightly in his arms to seek out his lips, placing a kiss of sheer gratitude on him.

"This is really nice," Fred says after a few moments of comfortable silence. You hum in agreement, enjoying the peace and the feeling of his arms securely wrapped around you. "One day we'll be able to do this every night," he says, sounding as if he's narrating his thoughts. "When school is over and me and George have opened the shop, you can move in with us and every single night I'll kiss you goodnight and hold you until you fall asleep."

"That sounds perfect," you say with a yawn, feeling as if you could fall asleep within mere seconds.

"And every morning I'll bring you a cup of tea in bed and kiss you before I leave for work," he adds, clearly daydreaming though he sounds increasingly more tired with each word. "You can help me pick out my tie, checking that it matches with my suit. Did I tell you me and George decided we'd wear full suits at the shop? Like real businessmen. Anyway, you'd pick out my tie and straighten it for me before I leave because you know I always leave it wonky."

He tiredly mumbles out more of his dreams and secrets to you in the still, dark room but you don't hear them, having fallen sound asleep, comforted by the sound of his voice as it acts like your own personal lullaby.

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How to marry rich?

I am a single woman who would rather marry middle class tbh so I can't really help with marrying a millionaire or anything. If I were going to try marrying rich though, here's what I'd do:

Do a six month legal or medical secretary course. If you're happy with being upper middle class rather than rich-rich, working at law firms or hospitals and doctor's offices are probably the best way of meeting lawyers, doctors and consultants. I've mentioned the story of the Emirati senior doctor who asked to marry me years back based on a picture, and that never would have happened if my mother hadn't known him by working at the hospital with him.

The downside is that the guys who have the most money are usually older and already married, while the ones who are still young and cute and less likely to be taken are probably paying off their student loans and saving up money, and some also realise they hate the job after a couple of years and retrain to become teachers or whatever. If you can find someone young who has their heart set on their career or don't mind an age gap relationship with a wealthier older man then it's a good route though (wouldn't personally recommend an affair with a married man though as you get them how you lose them, but there are exceptions ofc).

Use dating apps near places where rich men hang out. Like five star hotels and restaurants, golf courses, etc. More likely to match with someone wealthy if you're near where the wealthy hang out.

Wouldn't personally recommend this as gambling doesn't always end well, but some women in my city go to casinos trying to meet wealthy men that gamble for fun. If you go into the casinos at evening you'll see a bunch of single women who don't really look like they fit there. And they don't fit there, they're there to meet men.

Work on yourself. If you ever look at rich men's wives, they're always well-spoken, put together, and knowledgeable. You need more than just looks. Pretty faces get boring if you can't hold a conversation. Looks also aren't as paramount as you might think. You need to look attractive obviously, but you don't need to be jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It's rare to see a rich man with a wife who looks like Adriana Lima. It's more important to be well-groomed and put together with an engaging personality than it is to put all your energy into planning the cosmetic surgery you want because your nose is slightly too wide or your boobs are slightly droopy and you think you need to be the most striking one in the room at all times to have a chance (guarantee you that 99.9% of men don't notice or care about these things). Also obviously you should know how to behave, don't do anything that will embarrass him and make him drop you like a hot potato (like calling him "Daaaadddyyy" or something in front of his friends).

Tbh I'd recommend reading r/marryrich on Reddit. They'd have more resources like books and stuff you should read and you can also ask questions to people who have actually married rich.

Edit: should've have mentioned this, but avoid influencers like Anna Bey. A lot of hypergamy influencers who claim to be giving advice on marrying rich are actually giving sugar baby tips but in a covert way that won't get their pages removed from social media. For example, Anna Bey advises people to hang around in hotel lobbies to meet rich men, but you're not going to meet your future husband by hanging out in his hotel lobby. They'll assume you're a sex worker looking for clients. Just be wary of tips like this that are actually tips for sex workers presented in an innocuous way

#ask #dating

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vewyscawywriting · 1 year

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The Darkin Blade

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Aatrox x F!Summoner

Wordcount: 1713

Tags: Doggy style, thigh fucking, object insertion, sheath, ridged dick, rough sex, overstimulation, size kink

Summary: Aatrox corners you in the hallway, talking about some rumours he's heard about you. When you seem open to his invitations, he takes you to your room. But did you bite off more than you can chew this time?

You were held up against the wall outside your room by none other than Aatrox.

"You took Rhaast and thought you did a good job, huh mortal?"

Fear was etched across your face, not because Aatrox had actively done something to scare you, but fear about the implications of his words.

Sure, the Rift changed most champions sizes to match each other a bit more for fairness in battle, Aatrox was still a... particularly large man. Well... You took Mordekaiser, Aatrox was only a little bit bigger you supposed. He didn't seem to know of this particular escapade of you, probably because you were taken to the spirit realm by the Iron Revenant. However, that was a little while ago already, and now you were cornered by the World Ender himself.

"Wonder how you measure up?" you squeaked at him, as if he didn't have the capability to split you in half. In a good way, you hoped.

"Please," he growled with a crude laugh, "What could he possibly have on me? but I have to admit, I'm impressed. Your skills on the Rift are not the only thing that gets spoken about in hushed whispers, little one."

Oh, well, that was, hm. You weren't sure how to feel about that.

"I hope good things only?" You were intimidated by his scowl, his height over you, but you couldn't help your eyes wandering to his crotch area, that seemed pretty naked and... dick-less?

"Amusing things." was his short answer, but you knew the only thing he tolerated, or even invited, were things that amused him. Even the World Ender was not immune to all of his whims, and Aatrox would even leave some enemies live (for a while) if they amused him enough.

"That's... good?" you said, looking back up to his face, where a large grin grew. Sharp teeth greeted you and you tried to smile back. It came out a little watery and pathetic, but you smiled at the Darkin none the less, something not many could accomplish. You took it as a little victory.

"Very good, tiny mortal." he said, "You've peaked my interest. Chin up now, that's as much of a compliment you'll get. Or would you rather me leave you be? I can't fathom why, but mortals make stupid decisions."

"Oh, oh, no. I guess, uh, it depends on what you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You once again looked down at his crotch. No, no it wasn't obvious at all. Uh, maybe you had misread him. Maybe him holding you up against the wall like this was some kind of way to start conversation?

"No?"

This time he followed your gaze, and threw his head back in laughter as he noticed what you'd been looking at.

"How bold! Well, at least you understand what I want. Don't worry about that too much, little one. You'll see soon enough."

He grabbed you, hoisted you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and carried you to your room. You wondered if all Darkin were the same, and were proven when he, too, slapped your ass for good measure. Aatrox however, was much rougher, his hand kneading your ass before you were even in the safety of your own room. Once again you were unceremoniously dropped on your bed, this time bouncing a little more.

"Undress," he said, and stood waiting (im)patiently at the end of your bed, hovering over you. You scrambled off the bed and did as he said, laying back down where he'd dropped you earlier. Thighs together still, though you were sure he was gonna change that fast.

He made a pleased sound, before turning you around, pushing your body harshly into the mattress.

You were on your hands and knees, pussy bare to his hungry eyes. He didn't waste any words on you- spreading your thighs apart instantly. His face quickly found your crotch, making you mewl out lewdly.

"Shit," came from you as he inhaled noisily, but other than a small nip to your inner thighs nothing happened, and you frowned while looking back at him.

"You are very small," he murmured, "You're gonna need a lot of preparing."

You were unsure if even with preparation you were going to be able to take him... if he really had a dick, because you still hadn't seen it. Which didn't mean you weren't going to try!

"Just touch me then," you said, impatiently, as you wiggled your lower body at him, looking past your own body to his' between your spread legs.

Oh...

Oh you saw something now.

His crotch area had started leaking, and a slit had revealed itself; making your eyes widen. Ohhh, Darkin had sheaths? You hadn't been able to look at Rhaast properly, but you were sure looking now as slowly the head of his dick appeared from the slit, bringing with it more slick. It had slowly started leaking down his legs, and you groaned at the sight of his manhood appearing. The moment he noticed you were looking though, he grabbed your head and pushed it down into the mattress, other hand on your ass, kneading the presented flesh roughly. You were about to comment on it, but his large fingers found your lower lips wet and ready for him.

"Don't worry, you'll be touched as much as you want and more."

Something cold and hard was against your entrance now, and you gasped out when he slowly started inserting it, stretch both pleasurable and painful.

"What are you-" you groaned as you looked back, and jolted when you saw Aatrox holding his blade, slowly opening you with the hilt. "Shit, what the fuck~"

He groaned as if he could feel it, and you realized he probably could considering the blade was him.

The hilt was warm, like him, and actually throbbed as he slowly fucked you with it. Despite the warmth and the natural feel to it it was still stiff steel, and you squirmed against it; unsure if you liked it or hated it.

"Aatrox, I want you," you said, inching more towards dislike the rougher he got with it, and he chuckled.

"You're not ready by far, impatient thing, but you wished for it." and with that he removed the hilt, groan escaping you both as he did, and he lined himself up with you. The head of his dick was almost uncomfortably hot, and you looked over your shoulder to get a good look at it. You thought the hilt of his blade had been a stretch, but his dick... It was huge, and you stiffened as you realized that he was right. You were not ready for that.

Slowly he inched in, grabbing your hair as he pulled you back against him, and you whined at the sting. The first inches were fine, but then he stretched you so far you yelped out for him to stop. He was bigger than Morde, and he had probably been your limit.

"See?" he hissed, "Much too greedy." he thrust in and out shallowly a couple of times, but withdrew at the unsatisfied feeling.

"Put your legs together," he growled, and you did, folding your knees to lock your legs in place. He slapped your ass again, as he put his long clawed fingers inside of you, collecting your slick and wiping it on your legs. He helped with his own, pre leaking from his dick and slick from his sheath, as he slathered you in the makeshift lube. "Now hold them tight," he added, as if you weren't squeezing them as hard as you could already. And with a rub of your ass he slowly slipped between your legs, rubbing against your clit and stomach as he rutted in. A curse in a language you didn't understand fell from his lips as he started thrusting. First slow, then faster and faster until you were pushed into the mattress so hard you couldn't hold yourself up anymore. The only reason you managed to keep your head high enough to breath and moan out your pleasure was because he was holding your hair tightly in his fist, pulling you back to him with every thrust. It was painful and rough, but somehow extremely satisfying as he used your body for his pleasure.

The growled words coming from him were absolutely filthy and you felt your body burn as he pulled you up further, making you sit on his legs as he thrust up with a speed you could barely keep up with. You realized with pleasure that his dick had ridges, that were rubbing against your outer lips and clit so deliciously with every rough thrust, and you keened out your appreciation.

"Shit, yes Aatrox," you moaned as you were brought over the edge by him, shivering in his grasp as you came harshly, legs locking up tightly against his burning dick.

He groaned with you, unceasing in his rhythm, throbbing harshly between your legs as he chased his own release. His large clawed hands came to your front, kneading your breasts as he continued his onslaught on your clit, overstimulation instantly bringing you to a second orgasm while you begged in broken sentences for him to slow.

His hips stuttered as drool from your open mouth hit his dick, cooling it as he shivered at the sensation of your fluids mingling with his.

"You're doing so well, little cock sleeve," he hissed, stuttering his final thrusts before he came with a loud roar, head thrown back. You were sure the entire building had heard him, but at this point you couldn't care less; covered in his cum practically from head to toe. You shivered in his grasp as he slowly let you go, letting you fall down face first into the mattress. He barely let you catch your breath, fingers finding your entrance and pushing inside, roughly fingering you until you hit your third orgasm, body absolutely spent.

"Think you can take me now?" he asked with a cruel grin on his face, already hardening at the sight of you absolutely ruined under him, dripping with his cum. "Or did you have enough already..?"

You groaned as you barely managed to look back at him, tears of pleasure and overstimulation in your eyes. If he was seriously going to continue you were in for a long, long ride...

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The Element of Surprise

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only please)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: rough(er) sex, light degrading language, light roleplay, light Dom/sub

A/N: AKA the long awaited mustache fic (awaited by no one but me, but still). I've had that little text convo at the beginning saved in my notes app for a long time, but I never quite knew how I wanted to follow it up. I still didn’t really know where I was going with this when I finally started writing it, but I should have known it would turn into filth. I’m not sorry, except to those of you who can't abide the 'stache (even though your opinion is wrong) <3 And btw, if you're thinking 'this reads like a bad porn flick', that is entirely intentional 😌 Hope you enjoy! Comments = love <3

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C: be there in 30

S: I'll put a beer in the freezer

C: I love you

S: I know

S: love you too

C: and seb, just

C: don't laugh ok

S: huh?

S: why would I laugh

C: you'll see

S: ?? what does that mean?

C: be there soon 😘

Sebastian huffs, leaving his phone on the couch as he heads into his kitchen and pulls open the pantry door.

He doesn’t drink enough beer to permanently keep his fridge stocked with the stuff, and while Chris does love his beer (understatement), he’s trying to cut back. Or at least not to drink on weeknights. Too much. But since tonight is Friday and they have a whole weekend ahead of them in which they’ll be doing nothing but relaxing, ordering pizza, and watching movies, Sebastian figures they can start indulging a little early. He grabs a couple of beers from the bottom shelf, sticking them in the freezer to chill, so Chris will come home to a cold beer later.

As he returns to the living room and stretches out on the couch, bag of potato chips in hand, it occurs to Sebastian just how domestic it all feels. The thought makes him smile.

He’s never been very good at domesticity, which it’s why it’s even more surprising how much he likes it, this time around. He knows he shouldn’t get too used to having Chris in his space, he does, but it’s just too nice not to want to soak it up and roll around in it every chance he gets. The prospect of Chris staying at his place for longer than just a weekend makes something warm and giddy fizz in the pit of his stomach. It’s addictive.

For the next few months, Chris will be on stage every night in his first ever Broadway play, and for the duration of its run, he’ll be staying in New York.

Officially, Chris is renting a swanky place in Tribeca.

Unofficially, he’s staying with Sebastian at his tiny SoHo apartment.

The fact that Sebastian lives in New York played at least some part in Chris’s decision to do a Broadway play this year. They were both tired of only seeing each other whenever one of them could take a few days off to visit the other (under the radar, of course). Already, Chris spending an extended period of time in New York has done their relationship a world of good.

Things are good. Easy. If he’s being honest with himself, Sebastian can’t remember the last time he felt so content.

Since coming to New York, Chris has been going to rehearsals every weekday. Sebastian has sometime off in between projects, and he’s set to attend the premiere of Lobby Hero this Monday – ostensibly as an interested co-star, secretly in the capacity of supportive boyfriend. He can’t wait to see Chris shine on stage. Chris is nervous as hell, to the point where he’s wondered if blowing the whole thing off wouldn’t be better than letting everyone down, but there’s no doubt in Sebastian’s mind that he’ll knock it out of the park. Chris is a lot better than he gives himself credit for.

When a car door slams outside his apartment, Sebastian sits up, brushing the crumbs off his sweater – a soft, light blue one that Chris says brings out his eyes. When he darts a look out the window, Chris’s cab is just driving off. The man himself is keeping his head down, so all Sebastian can see is the top of the baseball cap he’s wearing.

Curious now, Sebastian gets up to greet Chris. Less than a minute later, the door to Sebastian’s apartment opens, Chris walks in, looks up, and –

Sebastian chokes on air.

The sound that leaves him is one he’s never heard himself make before; something high and squeaky and extremely embarrassing.

“Don’t,” Chris says instantly, a warning in his voice.

Sebastian gapes at him.

“You have a mustache,” he says faintly, once he’s remembered how to talk.

“Yep.” Chris lifts a hand to his face, fiddling with said mustache. “It’s for the role.”

Distantly, Sebastian registers he sounds a little off, and that’s when he finally notices the hint of apprehension in Chris’s eyes. Just the smallest glint of poorly concealed uncertainty.

Chris is worried, Sebastian realizes with a start.

Worried that Sebastian will laugh at him. That Sebastian might not find him attractive anymore.

Well. No need to worry about that, apparently.

Because for some unholy reason, that thing on Chris’s upper lip – big and bushy and only about half an inch on either side removed from being a handlebar mustache – is currently making Sebastian want to climb him like a fucking tree.

Not that he doesn’t normally want to do that, but urge is suddenly more intense than usual. By about three hundred and twelve percent.

“You look…”

“Ridiculous?” Chris supplies, self-deprecating as always. “Like my dad? A 70s porn star?”

“You look hot.” Sebastian doesn’t quite mean to blurt it out like that, but he does anyway. And. Well. That’s out there now.

Chris’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I – what?”

“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes. He runs a shaky hand through his short hair, trying to gather his thoughts. “Look, I don’t know what this says about me, but uh. I am like, really fucking attracted to you right now. Even more than usual, I mean.”

For a long moment, Chris looks at him as if he’s crazy, or maybe like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but once it becomes clear that Sebastian isn’t joking (if only he were), Chris’s expression turns into one of tentative amusement.

“You’re serious,” he says, taking a step closer. Keeping his eyes fixed on Sebastian’s face, he carefully runs his thumb and forefinger over the mustache in a gesture that kind of makes him look like he’s up to no good. “You like it?”

Sebastian swallows. “Uh-huh.”

“Didn’t know you had a thing for guys with mustaches.”

“Neither did I.” Sebastian takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I think it might even just be you.”

“Oh, really?” Chris asks, some of his usual cheek returning now that he realizes he isn’t going to get laughed at. Far from it, in fact. “Huh. What do you like about it?”

“Um,” Sebastian says, swallowing as Chris steps closer. Oh Christ, it’s even worse up close. Or better, depending how you look at it. And Sebastian is looking at it. Can’t tear his eyes away from it, actually. “It. Uh - it makes you look…”

Several words flit, unbidden, through Sebastian’s mind, each one worse than the last. Macho. Authoritative. Mean.

“…good,” he finishes lamely.

Worryingly, Chris’s smile grows into a full-blown grin, and Sebastian’s skin erupts into goosebumps.

Oh, no. Sometimes Sebastian really wishes Chris didn’t know him as well as he does.

Though when Chris takes off his baseball cap, tossing it onto the hallway table, Sebastian hisses. “Ah, okay. The hair is kinda bad.”

Chris snorts, running his fingers through the spiky strands. “Right? I look like an asshole.”

“Little bit.”

Chris gives him a calculating look. “So… does that mean the effect is ruined?”

Sebastian takes a moment to consider this. “I mean, it’s objectively bad, but…” he trails off. Ugh, he really should be used to this by now, but on some level Sebastian still can’t believe that Chris can make literally any look work for him. So annoying. “…no. Not ruined. Sadly.”

Reassured, Chris slowly starts to advance on him. With every step that Chris takes forward, Sebastian takes one back, until his heels hit the wall of his hallway. He holds his breath, feeling like a bunny rabbit about to be eaten by a wolf, though presumably a little more turned on than said bunny rabbit would be at the prospect.

Stopping right in front of him, Chris leans in, placing his hands against the wall on either side of Sebastian’s shoulders.

“Hey, good lookin’,” Chris says, his breath ghosting Sebastian’s left ear. Sebastian shivers with his entire body – something which doesn’t escape Chris’s notice, and makes the grin turn into a smirk. “You come here often?”

Despite how turned on he’s rapidly getting, Sebastian snorts. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

Chris hums. “Funny how I haven’t seen you here before, then.”

“I have been saying you should get an eye test. You’ve been squinting a lot more lately.”

“Seb,” Chris huffs, fighting a smile. “C’mon, I’m tryin’ something here.”

“Right, sorry.” Sebastian clears his throat. “I, uh. I haven’t seen you before either.” Licking his lips, he adds, “Would’ve noticed if I had.”

“You would, huh? And why’s that?”

“Well, see…” Sebastian’s eyes drop to Chris’s mouth. Specifically, his upper lip situation. “It’s the mustache. Kinda hard to miss.”

Chris raises one eyebrow. “You know what else is hard?” he asks lewdly, rolling his hips.

Sebastian can’t stop himself – he lets out a helpless peal of laughter, throwing his head back and making it collide with the wall. He barely notices it, because the next thing he knows, Chris is on him, kissing up his throat and oh hello, okay, that feels weird. Good, but weird. He can’t even say why exactly it feels weird, since Chris’s beard used to tickle too, but somehow, when it’s just the ‘stache without the rest of it, it tickles more than it used to. Feels way more bristly like this.

Under Chris demanding mouth, Sebastian’s laugh morphs into a moan, and he slides down the wall a fraction, pressing into Chris and baring his neck a little further. Chris’s teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple, one of his hands wandering over Sebastian’s chest and squeezing at a pec.

“Sir,” Sebastian says, breathlessly scandalized. “Wh- what are you doing?”

“Just takin’ what I want.” Chris pulls back to look Sebastian in the eye, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You got a problem with that, sweetheart?”

Sebastian gulps, blinking hard. “No, sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” Chris leers, leaning in to bite at Sebastian’s bottom lip and pulling at it with his teeth. At the same time, he runs his left hand down Sebastian’s side and abs, all the way down until it slips between his legs. He cups the growing hardness there, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh, fuck,” Sebastian breathes, hands flying up to Chris’s waist.

“How’s that feel, honey? You like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah? You want me to keep touching you?”

“Yes.” Another mean squeeze. “Yes, please,” Sebastian amends quickly.

“How sweet.” Chris palms Sebastian’s dick again, tight and warm and so good, before abruptly pulling back his hand, leaving Sebastian to whimper and buck his hips. “Well, that’s tough, sweetheart,” Chris tells him, “‘cause you’re not gettin’ anything else till I decide you’ve earned it.”

Before Sebastian even has time to process that, Chris spins them around so that Chris is the one with his back against the wall, and then roughly pushes Sebastian down to his knees with a big hand on his shoulder.

Sebastian moans; a little for show, and a little because he genuinely likes being pushed around a bit. Usually, though, it takes Chris a lot longer to let go liken this. It tends to happen only when he’s getting close and his all he blood in his brain has relocated to his dick, but now, it seems that a little bit of clumsy role-play also does the trick.

Whatever it is, Sebastian thinks, he’ll be damned if he lets an opportunity like this pass him by.

Resting his hands on Chris thighs, Sebastian eagerly leans in to nuzzle at his crotch, mouthing at the hardening outline of his dick through his jeans. Chris hisses, hand scrabbling at Sebastian’s hair, trying to find purchase before seeming to realize that Sebastian’s hair is too short to grab right now (and doesn’t that make Sebastian suddenly regret cutting it immensely) and resorting to putting a hand over Sebastian’s face and just pushing him away instead.

“Did I say you could do that?” Chris’s asks. His usually easy voice is now laced with something dark, something almost menacing, sending a shiver down Sebastian’s spine.

He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry, dick perking up eagerly inside his sweats. “No, sir. Sorry.”

“Damn right,” Chris mutters. “You’ll get it when I give it to you. Now, are you gonna be good for me?”

Sebastian sucks in a shaky breath. Goddamn.

“Are you?” Chris repeats, tapping Sebastian’s cheek to prompt him.

“Yeah,” Sebastian nods, a little dazed. “Yeah, I’ll be good.” He watches, fascinated, as Chris’s right hand deftly flicks open the button on his jeans, before slowly pulling down his zipper, inch by excruciating inch. Sebastian finds himself willing Chris to go faster, to let him see what he’s got in his pants, which is ridiculous, because Sebastian knows what Chris has got in his pants. He should, seeing as he’s sucked it plenty of times. But somehow, what they’re doing here feels all kinds of new and exciting. Makes his breath come faster, eyes glued to the bulge in Chris’s jeans and mouth starting to water in anticipation.

Once his zip is down, Chris lowers his jeans a little, just enough so he can comfortably cup his dick, giving himself a teasing squeeze. “You want this?”

Sebastian tears his eyes away from it and looks up at Chris, who’s looking down at him with a sardonic smile on his face.

“Yes, please,” Sebastian says, feeling his eyes go big and round almost of their own volition.

Chris groans quietly, stroking Sebastian’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Look at you. Such a pretty guy.” A devilish glint appears in his eyes as he adds, “Be a shame if something got you all dirty, wouldn’t it?”

Oh, jesus.

While Sebastian can’t do anything but watch uselessly, Chris takes himself out of his underwear, pulling down his boxers enough to hook the waistband under his balls but otherwise remaining fully clothed. His dick is all the way hard already, flushed that pretty shade of pink Sebastian loves so much, wetness pearling at the exposed tip. Sebastian’s mouth literally waters so much he needs to swallow. Once again, he leans in to try and get his mouth on Chris, and once again Chris pushes him back with an admonishing hand to the face.

“Now, now. Don’t be greedy.”

Sebastian huffs impatiently behind Chris’s palm. “Please.”

Chris chuckles, taking hold of Sebastian’s chin again and running the pad of his thumb over Sebastian’s bottom lip. Sebastian doesn’t waste any time in letting his mouth drop open, something thrilling inside of him when Chris slides his thumb between his lips and presses down on his tongue. Sebastian closes his lips around the digit, moaning softly as he suckles at it. It’s not quite what he wants, but it’s still part of Chris inside of him, and he’ll take what he can get.

Sebastian is all set to protest again when Chris pulls his finger out, but before he can say anything, Chris shuts him right back up again by taking his cock in hand and literally rubbing it in Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian makes a shocked noise, eyes fluttering closed and mouth going slack. He moans, louder than before, and it’s not for show this time. Not even a little bit. Fire licks up his spine, his dick giving a desperate twitch inside his sweats. Fuck, but that’s hot. It’s downright filthy, the way the wetness leaking from Chris’s dick feels on his clean-shaven cheeks. Makes him feel dirty and owned, helpless, desperate for it.

“Open up,” Chris tells him, tapping his cheek. “Stick out your tongue.”

Sebastian does, and then-- Chris puts his dick on it. Just rests it there, not moving. Like he has all the time in the world. Oh, god.

“Stay still.”

Sebastian tries – he tries so hard to keep still, to be good and wait until Chris tells him he can move, but his tongue seems to have a mind of its own, rubbing lightly along the underside of Chris’s cock. The action causes it to spurt out some precome, which drips down his throat, making Sebastian swallow involuntarily. If asked, he’d swear he doesn’t shut his mouth on purpose, but if his lips closing around Chris’s shaft happens to make Chris groan and push in deeper, then that’s just a happy side effect.

“Suck it.” Chris’s voice has gone all low and rough now – and the order should sound stupid, like something out of a bad porn flick, but then this whole thing is kind of like a bad porn flick. And while that would usually be a turn off, right now, it’s setting Sebastian on fucking fire.

“I said, suck it,” Chris repeats, when Sebastian doesn’t obey right away, and presses in deeper, a little rough with it.

Sebastian jolts into action, moaning feverishly as he starts to suck Chris off as if his life depends on it. He uses his left hand, his tongue, his lips, and choking a little when he takes Chris too deep in one go –

And then suddenly, he’s being pushed back again.

Sebastian whines.

“Easy, tiger,” Chris clucks, a little condescending despite his breathlessness. “I said suck it, not slobber all over it like some horny teen that’s never seen a dick before.”

The rejection stings, but it’s a good sting; one that makes the back of Sebastian’s neck burn hot and his dick strain almost painfully against the material of his pants.

“You know,” Chris continues, rubbing the tip of his cock over Sebastian’s slick lips, almost absent-mindedly. “If you can’t control yourself, I’m gonna have to do it for you.” Not waiting for a reply, Chris grabs the back of Sebastian’s sweater and uses it to hold him in place. The neck of it strains against Sebastian’s throat when he tries to lean forward, causing him to draw in a raspy breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Sebastian whispers. He’s not sure if that’s the right answer, but it’s the honest answer, and the only one he’s got right now.

Chris shrugs. “Suit yourself.” Hooking his thumb over Sebastian’s bottom row of teeth, he pries his mouth open, forces his jaw down, and proceeds to feed his cock back into Sebastian’s mouth. And this time, he doesn’t stop until the head hits the back of his throat.

Despite having had a bit of practice, Sebastian’s gag reflex kicks in. He tries to swallows, and that makes Chris moan real pretty, so of course he does it again. Chris hips stutter and Sebastian’s eyelids flutter, and Chris pulls out before then sliding all the way back in again, over and over until Sebastian’s eyes start to water and his vision goes blurry.

When Chris tentatively thrusts in a little deeper still, a little rougher and less controlled, Sebastian lets out what is quite probably the most wanton sound he’s ever made.

“Ohh,” Chris muses, low and a little mean. “You like that, huh? Like it when you’re chokin’ on my dick? Yeah, ‘course you do, pretty little thing like you.”

Ho-ly-shit. They’re no strangers to a bit of dirty talk, but this… this feels different. It’s borderline degrading, what Chris is saying and doing, and Sebastian finds himself going wild for it.

Who knew.

Undoubtedly noticing Sebastian’s reaction, Chris does it again, pushing in deep and holding there until Sebastian starts to splutter. “Take it, all of it,” Chris orders, sounding almost unaffected. “Thought you wanted it, huh? C’mon, open wider. Yeah, that’s it.”

Feeling hot all over, Sebastian does his best to do what is asked of him. He opens his throat and relaxes as best he can, breathing harshly through his nose while he takes what Chris is giving him. He honestly might come in his pants any minute now, just from this. Chris’s cock is hard and heavy on his tongue, dripping down his throat, his familiar, musky scent everywhere, clouding Sebastian’s brain with screaming lust. One big hand rests heavy on Sebastian’s shoulder, fingers digging almost painfully into his trapezius muscle, and Sebastian’s knees hurt, and his jaw hurts, and he’s sore, and he’s gonna be even more sore later, but right now, he doesn’t care.

He feels good, amazing even. The only thing that’s missing now is seeing Chris fall apart. He wants Chris to come so badly, more so even than he wants to come himself, that he can feel it all the way down in his toes.

He doesn’t notice that his cheeks are wet until Chris brings up a hand to wipe at the tear tracks, meanwhile keeping up the relentless rhythm of his hips, steadily pumping in and out.

“Hey.”

Sebastian turns his eyes up, meeting Chris dark and heated gaze, misty through the tears. For a split second, Chris looks at him like himself, quickly cataloguing Sebastian’s condition, before seeming to decide they’re still on the same page. His eyes turn mean again, and Sebastian’s already racing heart skips a beat.

Chris coos then, a soft aaww which makes Sebastian feel equal parts cherished and pathetic. “Should see yourself, honey. Cryin’ and drooling all over my cock…” Chris thumbs at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth, wet with a mixture of spit and tears and Chris’s slick. “Jesus, you’re a mess.”

The words are condescending, but Chris’s voice sounds awed despite himself, and Sebastian is lit up with it from the inside out. He can tell Chris is getting close. Can hear it in his breathing, feel it from the way his thrusts get sloppier and rougher, dick occasionally slipping out and rubbing against Sebastian’s cheek before making its home in his eager mouth again.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Chris groans, fingers tightening impossibly on Sebastian’s shoulder. “Gonna make me come. Shit.”

Sebastian moans, letting Chris know how much he wants that, willing him to go faster.

Chris curses again, breathless now, heavy lidded eyes locked on Sebastian’s. “So close, f-fuck. Gonna come all over that pretty face, baby. Ahh, fuck yeah.”

Chris thrusts in deeply one last time, his mouth dropping open. Sebastian feels the first spurt of his release hit the back of his throat, before Chris hastily pulls out and lets the rest of it spill on Sebastian’s face. Come hits his cheeks, his nose, drips down into his mouth, warm and wet and Chris. It’s accompanied by an acute sense of accomplishment, making Sebastian feel boneless and sated, like he’s the one who just blew his load.

As if his strings have been cut, Chris slumps, sliding down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor. His eyes, still a little wild with the remnants of his ecstasy, roam over Sebastian’s face, wide like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, grabbing Sebastian’s head between his hands and kissing him, deep and filthy. His tongue pushes in, hot and demanding, licking the taste of himself out of Sebastian’s slack mouth. The mustache is rough against Sebastian’s face. It stings a little, and Sebastian relishes it.

Abruptly, Chris breaks the kiss only to pull him closer, practically into his lap. Sebastian is mostly boneless at this point, except for the bit between his legs, so he lets himself be pulled and arranged like a ragdoll until he’s sandwiched between Chris’s spread thighs.

Chris’s hand fumbles with the drawstring on Sebastian’s sweats, sticking a hand down his pants. When his fingers wrap around his aching dick, Sebastian nearly sobs with relief. He hadn’t even realized how desperate for release he was, too focused on Chris’s pleasure to even register his own need, but now that Chris is touching him, finally touching him, the need to come slams into him like a freight train. The angle is awkward, and Sebastian has trouble breathing because his throat hurts and Chris is still trying to sucking his face off, but it doesn’t matter. He is so on edge that after only a few strokes, he cries out and shoots off all over Chris’s hand. He buries his face in Chris’s neck, mouth open and slack against the warm skin beneath Chris’s ear, while he rides out the aftershocks.

Christ, that was good.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Chris starts rubbing circles over Sebastian’s back. It’s a calming gesture, soothing. Apologetic. “You okay?” he asks quietly. “Did I hurt you?”

Sebastian takes stock of his body. He’s sore as hell, but it’s a good kind of sore. Nothing hurts, in the bad sense of the word. “I’m okay,” he slurs, only it comes out more like, “Mmmhfgk.”

“You sure?” Chris presses. “‘Cause I – I got a little carried away there. Fuck, I didn’t even check if that was okay, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian scoffs, lifting his head. If there’s one thing Sebastian is certain of, it’s that Chris would have stopped immediately if Sebastian had given even the slightest indication that he wasn’t having a good time. He fixes Chris with a hard look – or at least, as hard as he’s capable of in his post-orgasmic state. “Did I look like it wasn’t okay? That was so hot, Chris. It was like, maximum okay.”

Chris makes a sound, reaching up to wipe at Sebastian’s cheeks with his sleeve. “Jesus, Seb.” He still looks a little stunned, wide-eyed and red-cheeked. The mustache makes him look a little dumb, and Sebastian really does kind of love it.

He lifts a finger, gently stroking it over the bristly hairs.

“Thanks for making me feel better about this thing,” Chris says, his eyes back to being soft and loving now.

Sebastian shakes his head. “My pleasure, believe me. I mean, I’m a little concerned about myself, but I’m glad it stopped you worrying.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“’Course not,” Sebastian replies, patting Chris’s chest.

They sit there for a moment, catching their breath and allowing their minds to unmuddle themselves.

Suddenly, Sebastian jolts upright. “Oh, shit.”

Chris is on instant alert, gaze sharpening as he takes Sebastian in from head to toe. “What is it?” he asks, obviously assuming Sebastian has suddenly discovered that Chris did hurt him after all. “What’s wrong?”

“Your beer.”

Chris blinks at him. “My beer?”

“It’s still in the freezer. It’s only supposed to be in there for like, fifteen minutes tops.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “Fuck the beer,” he says, pulling Sebastian back into his chest.

“But what if it explodes and ruins my freezer?”

“I’ll buy you a new freezer, jeez. Dork.”

“Hey,” Sebastian scolds mildly. “Don’t forget I’m the dork who just made you come your brains out.”

“Trust me,” Chris says, leaning in to kiss him again. “I’m not forgetting that any time soon.”

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 46

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Part 45

Contains: Violence, death, blood, angst, combat, any extremely violent scenes will be marked with XXX as usual, smut(oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V.)

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Jax sees the Death Angel firsthand

One month after Jax took over

"How does this work?"

You smiled and passed Jax the mash potatoes, "well you guys get to spend a few days on a superyacht cruise. The boat looks and acts like a normal ship but it's a proper battle ship below deck. When we get to the coast, the boats will take me and the other to the compound and what happens happens."

"Do we get to watch?"

You shook your head, "yes Happy, if you want to watch us terminate Lobo Sonora you can watch on the screens. We'll have helmet and chest cams so you'll be able to see everything."

There was a beat of quiet, "how many people are going?"

"Three four man teams, eight men and four women including me. The op won't take more than an hour and then we'll be back and heading back to the US. We have state of the art weapons and the best protective gear money can buy, it's going to be an in and out kind of thing so pack your swim trunks and sunscreen because the people that choose to come can enjoy a quick vacation before the slaughter starts."

*****

"I got you guys a private suite, down the hall and to the right. The walls are pretty solid but I wouldn't be too loud since there are dorm rooms on either side of you."

You nodded, "thanks Billy, I guess we'll see you at lunch."

Jax insisted on taking the bags to the room and helping you unpack, "gee, this is nice."

You shook your head, "well, it is a superyacht. We'll only be gone for four days so you better enjoy yourself."

Jax huffed and pulled you into his arms, "does that mean I've got you to myself?"

"No, I have an op to plan. I'll be around a lot but you'll have to keep yourself entertained too. Again, Jax, it's a working superyacht, go swimming while we wait for people to arrive, we even have deep sea fishing rods, you can catch me dinner."

Jax chuckled, "alright, you make some fair points. When do the others get here?"

"On the way down there, we have to make it look good so we'll pick people up along the way, but they're all Anvil people so I know them and they're solid."

Jax nodded, "good, is it weird to say that I'm happy you invited us?"

You shook your head, "no, it's ok to be curious. Just be ready to see a lot of blood and death, I know you think you're good but I don't want you to be scared of me because you've just watched me kill twenty people."

"I could never be scared for you, I can't say the same for the others."

You huffed, "are you any closer to finding new members?"

Jax nodded, "the Nomads are disbanding, three members want to settle in Charming."

"I'm sorry you need more people, I've heard how hard to can get to manage a charter with a lot of members."

Jax shook his head, "I've got you to keep them in line."

You huffed, "yeah, something tells me that my input won't be appreciated by those not in the know about what's really going on. Clay gets out of the hospital today, there'll be people there to collect him to let him know where he stands."

*****

"Are they going to bring him here?"

You shrugged, "probably, if the powers at be think he needs to know what misbehaving will get him."

Jax huffed, "let's hope, the more scared you of he is, the better."

You shook your head, "no matter what I do, he's not going to be scared of me. It's about him knowing he's a dead man walking."

Jax spent the two next days exploring the ship, bumping into the people who were going on the raid. By far, Jax's favourite place was the training facilty, he spent his time watching you spar and shoot or give out orders about the upcoming operation.

"CAN YOU TWO STOP IT." You laughed, your relationship with Jax had become the talk of the boat, Jax didn't seem to mind, taking every hard back slap and comment about his dick being huge in stride.

"You are so hot."

You shook your head as you untaped you hands and wiped the sweat off your shoulders, "you just watch me beat the hell out of someone, how is that hot?"

Jax shot you the Teller smirk and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "because you can do that and yet you whimper just from me being this close to you."

"You're just jealous Underwood that I've got a hot piece of ass and you don't." Jax did his best not to go red, he wasn't embarrassed. It was clear to him how close you were with the people you had hand picked for the mission. He had been stopped more than once and told that it was obvious how happy he made you, people would tell him that they had never seen you this relaxed, that they were grateful someone they cared about had found someone good.

"Come one Darlin, I finally caught you that fish you wanted, the cooks are putting your lunch together now." When you walked out to the kitchen, Clay was there with Bobby, although Bobby was only talking to him because they were sharing a table.

Jax directed you to sit down and five minutes later, a cook was bringing a grilled fish out. "Wow, I'm impressed, there's even enough for both of us."

Jax chuckled, "well, there isn't much else to do, nice boat or not."

You smiled, "it's really yummy, I say we should take Abel out but you know how I feel about boats."

The mood changed, "it's happening tonight, then we'll be home. I'm still surprised you're afraid of the water."

You shrugged, "I'm not afraid of the water, I'm afraid of the ocean."

Jax smiled and reached his hand out to hold yours, "Abel would be happy to go with you anywhere, I mean, the kid thinks you're the best thing that happened since sliced bread."

*****

"Are you jealous?"

He huffed, "nah, kid's got good taste."

Jax noticed the change in the air as the sun set, then people were making their way to the bowels of the ship. Jax watched as they set up the screens and mission specs, he recognised director Vance but there were other men who caught his attention. You had walked over from the table where you were pointing out maps to the other, "who are they."

You smiled, "the old dude is Leroy Jethro Gibbs, good dude, the bald one is William Rollins, head of the DOJ, he's an ass."

"What happened to his eye?"

You huffed, "Frank did it after that op that got Travis' legs blown off." Jax smiled softly, you hadn't talked much about it, only that you have never been so sure you and your friends were going to die that day.

*******

"Is he going to be a problem?"

You shook your head, "nah, he's only here to keep everyone happy. He doesn't even have to power to give orders." Before Jax could ask more, you were being called into another room, which was locked after everyone else went inside.

"Russo, l/n, Underwood and Bowler are team leaders for the initial approach. When you come to the building, you'll split off into two groups, then Underwood and l/n will be at the head with Russo and Blower as your seconds."

There were soft nods of acknowledgment around the room, "expect heavy push back, overhead drone footage taken this afternoon shows at least seventy men, most concentrated inside. You are to keep quiet for as long as you can so there will be lots of wet work."

Billy smiled, "that's easy, who's handling the explosives?"

One of the women raised her hand and Billy relaxed, "thank God, at least we won't have to worry about anyone getting away."

She chuckled, "well, we are dropping a bomb after we leave, I've just got to make sure the huge concrete building goes down."

The room relaxed, at least there weren't going to be any preventable deaths. "alright everyone, you know your roles, get ready, say goodbye to our friends outside then meet by the inflatables."

"Do we have medical ready to go?"

Vance nodded, "that and a chopper if someone is too injured to come back via boat, this isn't an active war zone, your orders are to get as many people back home as you can even if they might not make it."

******

When you came out half an hour later, you were dressed in all in black with body armour, armed to the teeth. "You look hot."

You huffed, "of course you'd say that. I need to put my war paint on, I'll be back in a bit." Jax watched you disappear into the bathroom, he could tell that everyone was getting ready to leave, Billy was in the corner sharpening his knife and there were a group praying to the side.

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When you came out, the others were already making their way to the boats outside, "you don't need to watch if you don't want to, you're going to see some pretty violent things."

Jax shook his head, "I'm not going to run away."

You smiled and handed him your engagement ring, "keep that safe, I'm gonna want it back when this is done."

The boat ride to the Lobo compound was made in silence, Jax watched from the screens, his eyes focused on the view from your cameras, his ears zoned in on the beep beep of the heart rate monitor on your chest. Kip sat next to Jax and leaned in close, "she's going to be fine, this would be nothing for her."

Jax held his breath as the boats stopped in the sand and the teams split off, then it started, it was like watching a group of wolves stalk a herd of lambs. The first guard went down with your knife to his back, a stab and twist had his lungs collapsing around the blade and with one last stab to the neck, he was dead.

"Contact made." There were a handful of clicks the Kip explained was them letting you know they got the message. Jax heard the same sentence spoken over the radio over and over again, sometimes he could hear what else was happening, the wet sounds of a knife entering the skin.

"Power's been cut, move ahead."

He could hear gunshots in the distance, the chatter over the radio pulling your attention away, "contact left."

He heard your radio click and there was a bang closer by as then the man next to you lifted his gun and fired off a shot, "good job dude." The surrounding area was cleared quickly then the teams were meeting up at the door.

He could hear the men inside talking and the group split and went off in two directions. A man with a gun came around the corner and was met with a bullet between the eyes, you slowed down and put a hand up, waiting for someone else to come out. As your group rounded the corner, a gun came into view and you took the gun, yanking the man onto the ground before cutting his throat.

"We have our orders, save your bullets and don't make too much noise."

Next to Jax, Kip shuttered, "what does that mean?"

Kip paused before answering, "it means most of the kills are going to be up close and bloody." Jax watched as someone came from the back of the group and placed something on the door, seconds later, it was coming off its hinges.

To Jax's surprise, the conversation between everyone wasn't just about the mission, it was about everyday life. There was an exclamation as you sidestepped a man with a large blade and plunged your knife into the man's chin.

"Holy shit, how big is Teller's cock?"

You giggled, "I'm not glorifying that with an answer."

Jax was going red, "does that mean it's small?"

He saw your head cam shake, "his penis is perfectly adequate."

There was a beep, "someone just went company wide, everyone's about to hear this." Jax was grateful for Kip's input.

On your side of the compound, the fighting was equally mixed. Jax could see that Kip meant by up close and bloody, the glimpses he saw of everyone showed that you were all covered in blood. There was a noise and everyone turned their head to look, Billy raised his gun and shot a man in the chest, the man behind him jumping out of the way.

"Did you hear that, guys? Teller's got a horse cock."

You huffed, "I swear to God, if you fuckers don't shut up about my love life I will frag all of you and finish this myself."

There were a lot of chuckles and the sound of more gunshots, "we've cleared the first two rooms, one's looking a bit suspicious."

More chatter and bang "room cleared, moving on."

As your team advanced forward, Jax recognised the sound of a cocking shotgun but someone dying on the floor popped up and the seconds that it took to kill him pulled your attention away, it was too late to act by the time the shotgun came from behind a door and fired. Jax watched as your camera showed you hitting the ground and he could hear Billy yelling to clear the room as he dragged you to safety.

"It happens all the time, I can remember shaking my vest out after long fire fights and finding a whole shit load of spend bullets. She only went down like that because shotgun blasts knock the air out of you more." Jax gave Kip a curt nod and went back to the screens.

Jax was holding his breath as he watched the heart rate monitor, his eyes going from your camera to Billy's as he stripped your vest, "I'm fine, the vest caught everything."

Billy grunted, "let me check anyway." Jax realised his breath as Billy opened the vest and found nothing. In seconds, he had you redressed and back in the game.

"You good?"

Jax didn't know if he wanted to answer, "yep, keep it coming." Jax swallowed, it sounded like you were in pain. And it did keep coming, but the onslaught started to slow down and the radio chatter calmed from a mix of yelling about enemies to light banter. The groups met at the top of the stairs and the woman who blew the entrance door stepped forward again.

"Once the door's open, I think we should top off the incendiary grenades with a flash bang."

He saw your head turn, "why?" In the room

Rollings didn't look happy, "we don't really know what's going on in that room, we should shock any stragglers."

Before you could respond, Rollings did it for you, "no, it's not worth it."

Two men tossed in red painted grenades and Jax could almost feel the heat coming off the blast, there was a beat of nothing before a flash bang was thrown in and once that past, the team entered the room.

"I agreed with my operative, we'll throw the flash bang."

There was a beep, "shit, she just turned off his mic." The woman placed another bomb on the door, this one much bigger and everyone stepped back while she set it off.

Bang bang

"FUCK." Jax stiffened as he watched the man next to you take a bullet to the leg and then someone behind you was shooting a moving shape, "good call with the flash bang, let's ID these bodies and hope one's our man then let's head home."

Jax relaxed as the burnt bodies were turned over and looked at, "hey, over here."

True to Kip's word, Jax calmed down as the teams split again and went through the halls, checking for survivors and laying bombs. Jax's hands finally unclenched as you loaded into the inflatables again.

Everyone walked over and looked at the body by the soldier's boot, "that him?"

You knelt down and looked at the face, half gone, down to the bone from the fire, "yep." Jax saw Kip relax as well, "it's done, they'll blow the place and come back, the guy who got shot will be fine."

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"We're done here, sent in the drone." Jax didn't know how long it would take but he watched as everyone on the boats turned their attention to the rapidly disappearing shoreline then there was a huge blast that rocked the boats.

There was a shift in the cameras, and half were turned off and then the helmets were removed. When Jax saw everyone's faces without covers, the amount of blood was shocking, you looked like something out of a horror movie.

Jax hadn't looked at Clay the whole night, even though he was in the room. When he finally turned his attention to his former step-father, he was pale and looked close to falling to pieces. Jax couldn't help himself from taking a shot at him as he walked to the deck to greet the boats, "I bet you're regretting all your decisions so far."

*******

Jax waited in the warm night air for ten minutes, his heart racing ever faster as the water started to ripple. He couldn't help the smile on his face as you arrived, he leaned down the ladder to help you up but you waved your hand, "there's a lot of blood my love."

Then you were walking up to him and taking his hand, "I got to go to medical, wanna come?" Jax stood and walked with you, mindful that you hadn't showered or changed. The walk to the med bay was quick, men and women were lining the hallway, "I'll be out before you know it."

"I can see that, you gonna go clean up?"

You nodded, "yeah, got to debrief first and get checked out by the doc then I'm going to have a very long hot shower, then I'll be yours for the rest of the night." Jax followed you back down to the mission room and watched as you and the rest of the team went back into the room, then came out a little while later.

You chuckled, "yeah, shall we head back to the room?"

True to your word, you were out in twenty minutes, "all clear?"

You nodded, "some bumps and bruises but the shotgun blast didn't do any damage."

Jax smiled and pressed the quickest kiss to you lips, "you need a shower, there's blood and body bits all over you."

******

You weren't lying about the shower being long, Jax was planning to stay and talk with you while you washed but he got a call from Sam which surprised him because he was still on his honeymoon.

"Is everything alright man?"

Jax could hear the birds in the background, "you still want to be with my sister?"

Jax was taken aback, "of course I do, why wouldn't I?"

Sam huffed, "because seeing her kill a whole bunch of people might have put a damper on how much you love her."

"I watched the whole thing, it changed nothing. You finally going to get it in your head I'm not going to break her heart?"

Sam chuckled, "I am now. After watching her work, I don't think I have much else to worry about. I know she'd kill me for saying this, but you've finally got my approval."

"She's always been a mother bear, ask the guys. I will say this, you've probably come to the same realisation yourself, she will kill anyone who's a risk to Abel, even if that's you." Jax had a shutter run down his spine but he knew it was true.

"Gee thanks, I didn't know it would take so long."

Sam's tone changed, "be careful Jax, she's still my big sister. You wouldn't be the first man to leave when he realises that he's not the most dangerous one in the room."

Jax took a deep breath, "at first, it was a little hard but after what happened with Abel and Hayes, I'm grateful one of us is a trained killer."

"Yeah, I know. It makes me love her more."

He could hear Sam smiling, "that's what I wanted to hear. Now, I need to get back to my wife. I'm sure you'll have fun in the empty house while we're gone." Jax hung up and went back to the bedroom just in time for you to get out of the shower.

Jax didn't know how to answer but knew how he felt after beating a man in the ring. You were tearing at his clothes, Jax didn't even pick up that you were naked as you climbed on top of him and bent at the waist, biting on his skin until he grunted.

"How you feel…."

Jax was being slammed against the door, "wound up." The kiss was all teeth and tongue and Jax started to wonder if this is what happened when a sailor finally succumbed to that siren's call.

"What's gotten into you?"

You smiled against his skin and shoved him onto the bed, "what do you think."

When you reached his cock, Jax placed his hands on your cheeks to give you the go ahead. You sucked his dick like you were trying to win a bet, Jax didn't have a chance to collect himself as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He was grunting and groaning like he was dying as he came in your mouth.

"Easy there Darlin, you look sore." Jax could see the growing bruises on your skin

"Nothing hurts." you kissed down his body, stopping to bite him as you went. Jax wondered if this is how you felt when he was in one of these moods, but there was something more to it, he felt like he was in the room with a hungry animal.

Jax watched in awe as you sat up and wiped your face on the back of your hand, "you good?"

Jax's breath caught in his throat, "am I good? Woman, you are going to kill me."

You smiled, "at least you'll die happy."

Jax was going to go hypoxic from how fast the blood was trying to get back to his dick, "can we take a few seconds? I think I might faint if I get hard again this fast."

You smiled softly and pressed a barely there kiss to his chest, "sure my love." Jax relaxed a little and took the momentary break to take back his breath.

"You are the hottest woman to ever exist."

You shook your head, "why, because I just kill a whole bunch of people and came back covered in blood or because I'm great at sucking your dick?"

Jax huffed, "you're a brat."

You shifted your hips and ground yourself over his quickly hardening cock while Jax's breath caught in his chest. You placed you hands on his chest and Jax ran his hands up and down your arms as you rubbed yourself on him.

The smile you gave him made his dick twitch, "what are you going to do about it?"

Jax smirked, "what do you think?"

He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your waist, "this doesn't feel like you're doing anything."

Jax chuckled, "you seem happy where you are, I'm not going to kill your buzz."

"What were you saying?" You leaned down and bit his shoulder, Jax grunting and thrusting his fingers hard into you, "you really are in a mood tonight." You moved your lips and bit down on his chest by your hand and Jax crooked his fingers to rub your G-spot.

"Let me help you Darlin."

You smirked and lifted your hips, "ok."

Jax's hand moved to your center and he ran his fingertips through your slit, "you're always so wet for me."

You shook your head, "ego, ego, I'm just well hydrated." You went to continue to tease him, but his thumb met your clit and he slid two fingers inside you.

Jax didn't think it could get any better as you reached full speed in record time, Jax doing his best to stutter out for you to take your time but failed. You shifted your hand to gain more leverage and Jax was painfully aware that your fingertips were just below his neck.

"I want more."

Jax chuckled at the assertiveness in your voice, "well, come and take it." Jax removed his fingers from you and put both hands on your hips while he grabbed his cock and slid down over him, Jax head dropping back against the pillows.

He was fast approaching the edge again, he usually prided himself on his iron self control but this was something else. In hopes of not bruising his ego, he reached a hand down and rubbed your clit, smiling as your pace stuttered. "That feel good Darlin? You like to act all tough but I can feel you squeezing me."

Jax smirked at your moan, "yeah, you like to act like you're all put together but I know the truth. When we're all alone, like this, you can't even keep your thoughts straight."

"Careful Jackson, I'm not the one who's doing math in their head." Jax swallowed, you weren't helping. He was stuck between the urge to sit back and enjoy the ride and take back control and feed his ego. You decided for him as you came around him, Jax lifting himself up to kiss you while the finger on your clit kept going, "Jax, fuck."

Jax grabbed your hips with both hands and thrust up into you, grunting and groaning like an animal as he pulsed inside you. He fell back and you fell with him, Jax taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers, "are you alright? You're shaking like a leaf." You smiled and he rubbed your hand in hopes of slowing the shaking.

"I'm out of adrenalin and the raid drained my blood sugar, the shakes are totally normal."

Jax smiled, "well, I saw chocolate lava cake on the menu, you want me to get you some?"

You kissed his chest and rolled off him, "let's just call to the kitchen and ask, I want to stay here with you."

Jax reached over, grabbed the phone and called the kitchen, "what can I get for you."

Jax gave the menu a quick look, "two french onions soups, two servings of crispy roast potatoes and two chocolate lava cakes please."

The chef chuckled, "I'm guessing you two worked up and appetite." Jax was confused, "thin walls, the whole boat knows what you were getting up to."

Jax laughed and rolled on top of you, "I'm about to."

Jax went red, "I'll bring it round when it's ready, you kids have fun until then."

When Jax looked over at you, you were smiling shyly, "you having fun, you insufferable man?"

******

"You ready Abel?"

His little voice came across the video as you walked out of your room with Jax, "yes, show me, show me."

You moved the phone around, "so in here is where they take seawater and turn it into fresh water so we can drink it."

Jax took the phone and spoke to Gemma, coming back soon after, "as much as I enjoyed this time away, I can't wait to get back."

Able asked so many questions, "is it cold?"

Jax smiled, "a little, but only on deck." When you walked out and showed Abel the clear blue shy, his little eyes went wide.

"Wow, there are no people."

You nodded, "there's no one for miles."

"You and me both."

******

"Alright sweetie, we have to go get the puppies from uncle Derek and then we can go home."

When you picked up Abel from Gemma's place, he looked tired. "Did you have fun with grandma?"

He nodded, "grandma let me make pancakes everyday."

You swallowed, you have given her plenty of Abel's favourite foods, "that's good, you ready to come home?"

He smiled and wrapped his little arms around you, "yes mommy."

*****

"Sam and Ima get back tomorrow so we have the house all to ourselves."

Jax smiled, "oh, I wonder what we're going to do with then?"

You shook your head, "wasn't all those times on the boat enough?"

Jax kissed your neck, "nope, you'd never leave the bed if it was up to me."

Of course you both spent the night with Abel and the dogs, Abel falling asleep in Jax's arms as you all watched TV, "I think we all better call it a night."

Jax picked Abel up and carried him to bed, "you think Gemma let him stay up all night?"

You nodded, "I'm guessing she was too drunk, the whole house smelt like old wine."

Jax's face fell, "yeah, I know."

You settled into bed and put you head on Jax's chest, "when do the runs start?"

Jax stroked your face, "two weeks, it's a week at a time but we won't be doing many." Jax sounded like a week was far too long.

*****

Jax turned on the TV on the wall and wrapped his arms around you, "penguins or B horror movie?"

You shook your head, "there's a documentary on those gross jello foods from the sixties."

Jax smiled, "sure, we'll watch it, it might bring back some memories."

Beep beep

"It that Abel?"

Jax's voice was hoarse with sleep, you had put a motion detector along with the monitor so if he got up and came towards the adjoining door, you would know, "give it a second, he might just need a few minutes." But then Abel was knocking on the door.

You got up and let him in, Abel wiping his damp eyes, "what's wrong sweetie."

He sniffed, "I had a bad dream, can I stay with you and daddy tonight?"

You smiled and picked him up, "you wanna be in the middle?" He nodded and climbed in Jax snuggling close to him.

"What was your bad dream about?"

You lifted the cover and Abel buried his face in your chest, "the monster."

Jax put his arm over both of you, "where did the monster come from?"

Abel sounded scared, "the jungle, grandma was asleep and it was on TV."

You swallowed "well the monster can't hurt you, it's only a picture. Did you tell grandma you were scared?"

*****

"I tried but she didn't wake her up."

You could feel the anger coming off Jax, "you're home now and we'll always wake up if you want a cuddle, do you think you can go back to sleep?"

Able nodded and rubbed his eyes, as he fell asleep, you looked over at Jax, "we'll talk about this in the morning."

"You need to talk to your mother about her drinking and Abel can't stay with her if she's not going to wake up when he needs her."

Jax nodded, "I'll talk to her, if we go away again, Opie and Lyla can take him." You swallowed, "alright, I'm going to put Abel into the daycare at the museum. She can't be around him when she's like this."

******

"Can you hold off a bit and let me talk to her?"

You took a deep breath, "ok, but this is her last chance."

"Hey Juicy, this is the second time this week you've been by. Does it have anything to do with my new intern?"

Jucie's eyes went wide, "ah, no."

You shook your head, "she asked after you. You want me to make an introduction?" The soft smile he gave you was enough of an answer.

You brought him into the exam room and Jessica smiled, "oh hello, my name's Jessica."

Juice took her outstretched hand and shook it, "this is Juan but everyone calls him Juice. I have things to do so I'm going to leave you kids alone."

Juice looked concerned but Jessica put her hand on his shoulder, "come on handsome, you wanna help me file?"

"Ok then, let's hope they're a good fit because you do not have enough people for all the shit you have to do."

Jax came looking for Juice an hour later, "how long's he been here?"

You smiled, "a while, Miss Warren is keeping him busy, do you want him back?"

Jax grinned and shook his head, "nah, just tell him the nomads are here for a visit."

Part 47

Part 47 picks up at the start of season 5 which will be the last season I am writing for. Please comment and reblog if you feel inclined.

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madison-y · 3 years

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Please Daddy?/ / Tarlos Smut

CW/TW: Cursing, Unprotected Sex(seriously though wrap it up y’all) Penetrative Sex, Daddy Kink, Choking, Handcuffs, BDSM, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Ball Gag, Use of Safe Word, Tears, over stimulation

“What do you want to do today? We have the whole day to ourselves" TK says as he walks over behind Carlos wrapping his arms around him, kissing him gingerly on the cheek, moving down kissing his jaw, to his neck.

"Because, I had a few ideas." TK whispers against Carlos’ neck, his breath fanning over his skin.

"Oh really, and what did you have in mind?"

"Hmm, I think you'll just have to wait to find out."

"That's not very kind of you." Carlos laughs lightly at his comment.

"Oh, really." TK moves his hand down Carlos's side, barely touching his side over his shirt, brushing over his crotch, Carlos's breath hitches at the touch. "What is it baby?"

He begins to palm him through his pants causing Carlos to harden under his touch.

"Does the baby like me touching him?" TK starts sucking on his sweet spot behind his ear, leaving a mark. Carlos nods, not being able to talk.

"I need you to speak." TK says continuing to palm his through his pants, leaving more marks running down his neck.

"Ye-yes, daddy." Carlos chokes out. "Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Pl-please do something."

"Someone is being very needy today."

"Please, it hurts and I'm close." Carlos whines out.

"Well if you're so close then you can wait a little longer." TK says, pulling Carlos closer to him so his bulge is pressed against Carlos' ass, moving down leaving marks on the other side of his neck and on his shoulders. Carlos lets out a small moan at the contact.

"What is it, princess?"

"I-I'm going to cum."

"No."

"Daddy please."

"Beg for me, princess."

"Daddy, please let me cum, I've been such a good boy for you, please daddy let me cum?"

"No."

"Daddy please let me come, I'll keep being a good boy for you. Please, please daddy. Let me come daddy, I've been such a good slut for you."

"I said no baby, beg all you want but, you have to wait to cum." Carlos whines at his words.

"I will punish you, if you keep being so needy" TK whispers against Carlos' neck, biting, leaving more marks on his skin. Carlos throws his head back against TK's chest, digging his nails into his shoulder from the pleasure.

"Daddy, I ca-can't wait, please let me come, I've been such a good slut for you. Such a good boy all day, please daddy." Carlos looks up at him with puppy eyes hoping he'll allow him to come,not wanting to be punished knowing it will be brutal today.

"I told you to wait, and now you're begging me to let you cum when I never asked you to. No, you cannot cum."Carlos can't handle it anymore and cums anyway knowing he'll be punished.

"Baby. I thought I told you not to cum." TK says continuing to suck on his sweet spot and palms him.

"I know. I'm sorry daddy, I couldn't wait anymore, please. I know I was wrong please daddy I've been a good boy all day. Please I know I have to be punished but please go easy on me today. Please daddy." Carlos barely gets out. TK takes his hand away from Carlos, spinning him around to face him.

"Princess, you know I can't do that." TK says while slowly walking Carlos back until he hits the wall placing his hands on his hips.

"Now, I think you're wearing a bit too many clothes, so why don't you go into the bedroom, strip and wait for me?"

"Yes daddy." Carlos responds, he steps out of his way watching as Carlos practically runs into their room not wanting to anger daddy anymore. TK walks into the bedroom a few minutes later, finding Carlos laying on the bed against the headboard.

"So, princess you can listen after all."

"Yes, daddy." TK straddles him, placing a finger over his lips, silencing him.

"Did I say you could talk?" TK pulls the handcuffs out from the side table next to him. "Now before we start, what is the safe word?"

"Potato."

"Good boy." TK says and grabs Carlos' wrist placing the one cuff on it, bringing his hand up to the headboard attaching the other cuff to the metal ring that is adorned on it and doing the same to his other wrist. TK starts kissing Carlos' neck moving down to his chest leaving marks on him, brushing his fingers over his torso barely touching the small hairs on his skin. Sucking on his stomach leaving dark purple marks, moving down to his hips, to his thighs, ignoring where he needs him most.

"Daddy, please- do something, anything."

"Did the baby forget that I never told him he could speak?" TK gets up and goes to the other side of the room, grabbing the ball gag, vibrator and vibrating cock ring. Carlos squirms in anticipation.

"You were a bad boy, you have to be punished, baby." TK turns on the vibrator sliding it slowly into him without any type of lube.

"Oh my- daddy please. I'm sorry. Please stop." Carlos moans out. TK doesn't stop knowing if it was too painful Carlos would use the safe word. After he places the vibrator fully in him he grabs the cock ring, turning it on and placing it on him, causing Carlos to moan loudly.

"Is someone enjoying their punishment?"

"Y-Yes. Oh my-" Carlos screams, throwing his head back.

"You won't be soon." TK chuckles out, placing the ball gag on him.

"You know what to do if you want it to stop right?" TK asks, getting up from the bed. Carlos nods, unable to speak. TK leaves Carlos to his punishment and goes into the office a few doors down from their bedroom to do a little bit of work. 10 minutes later he finishes and goes into their bedroom to find Carlos wriggling in the cuffs, red-faced, with his hair a complete moaning mess, causing TK to harden at the sight. He walks over to him, undoing the ball gag, placing it on the side table beside them.

"Are you okay?" TK asks as Carlos cums again.

"Ye-yes."

"I- okay." TK takes off the cock ring and slowly removes the vibrator causing Carlos to moan loudly, he removes the handcuffs from Carlos, revealing red marks from where he was pulling on them.

"Can you just fuck me already." Carlos says bluntly, his blunt-ness turning TK on even more than he was. TK stands up off the bed stripping quickly, getting on top of Carlos.

"Since when are you so direct?"

"I don-oh my-!" Carlos screams as TK cuts him off, thrusting himself into Carlos with no warning.

A look of pain and discomfort is placed on Carlos' face."TK,potato, please stop." Carlos says with another tear going down his face to be added to the others. TK stops immediately , a look of concern washes over his face, worried that he may have hurt his baby.

"I'm okay, just need a minute." Carlos says wrapping his hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss TK's cheek, he puts on a smile not wanting TK to be too concerned that he hurt him.

"You can move."

"Are you sure?" TK asks, double checking.

"Yes, I'm sure." With that TK starts thrusting in and out slowly, peppering his face in kisses.

"I love you." Carlos says with his hands tangled in TK's hair, pulling at it slightly.

"I love you." TK responds, kissing Carlos on the lips. He begins to speed up his thrusts, pounding into Carlos, taking him by surprise causing Carlos to moan loudly, pulling at TK's hair. Carlos wraps his legs around TK's waist, pulling him closer. Both of them moan in unison. "Darlin' I'm-" Carlos moans, beginning to scratch TK back from the pleasure.

"I know, you don't need to ask." With that, Carlos cums, squirting on his and TK's chest, TK cums only a second later into Carlos. As TK is about to pull out, Carlos rolls them over, straddling him, causing a confused look to wash over TK's face. "What?" He says out of breath.

"Nothing, just, you never top?"

"Well, there's a time for everything."

"I guess so." Carlos leans down and starts sucking on TK's neck leaving dark purple bruises and bite marks along it. He removes TK's dick from himself and begins to pump it while leaving more marks down TK's chest. Carlos swipes his finger over his tip, picking up the precum that has leaked out. Carlos stops sucking on his skin to bring his finger up to his mouth, sucking on it, swallowing the precum causing TK to let out a deep moan.

"Does daddy like the sight of his baby sucking his finger, tasting you, imagining it was something else he was sucking on." Carlos whispers into his ear grinding down on him. TK moans at his words, playing with the short hairs on the nape of his neck. Carlos lowers himself, licking up his shaft, and over his slit. Carlos repeats this motion, before taking his whole cock into his mouth hitting the back of his throat causing TK to scream. "Fucking-oh my gosh-I-"

TK grabs his hair pulling at it causing Carlos to moan, sending vibrations up his cock. Carlos starts bobbing his head, hitting the back of his throat every time, moaning onto TK's cock, sending cursing pouring out of TK's mouth. "I- oh my god- baby, I don- jesus- I don't know how much longer I can last- agh."

Carlos takes his mouth off his cock, causing TK to whine at the loss of contact. Not even a second later Carlos placing one of his fingers into TK whole, TK moans loudly, digging his nails into Carlos' back. Carlos begins to pump his finger in and out of his hole, adding a second finger, causing TK to dig his nails deeper into his back, placing deep crescent marks into his once clear skin. Carlos pumps his fingers into TK's hole, placing a third into him, TK scratches down Carlos' back breaking the skin, causing Carlos to moan loudly. Carlos pulls his fingers out of TK, replacing them with his hard cock.

"Ah- you should top more of-'' TK is cut off by Carlos placing his hand on his throat, restricting his airway.

"Shut up." Carlos tightens his grip on TK's throat and begins thrusting into TK mercilessly, pulling almost completely out and slamming back into him quickly.

"See what happens when you finally shut up, you're always talking, rarely listen to me." Carlos says, taking his hand off TK's throat and removing himself from TK.

"Get on your hands and knees." TK listens quickly, flipping over to get into the position Carlos told him to. As soon as TK is on his hands and knees, Carlos slams himself into him, hitting his prostate causing TK to scream out in pleasure. Carlos grabs his throat from behind once again, restricting his airway.

"See daddy. If you just let me fuck you once in a while, I could pleasure you so much more than you could every pleasure me." Carlos says, pounding into TK's prostate.

"You never let me fuck you. Why is that? Too scared that my cock would be too much for you? Or do you just not like being submissive? Like to be in control? Huh? Can't answer?"

"I-I don't know why." TK barely gets out from the amount of pleasure and his restricted airway.

"I- I'm going to cum"

"I know. You can cum daddy." As soon as those words came out of Carlos' mouth TK was cuming, his arms giving out under him, causing him to collapse into the sheets, his moans becoming muffled.

"You see, I let you cum because I know how difficult it can be to wait to cum when someone is fucking you so deeply, so aggresivly, and me slamming into your prostate, well, that only makes it that much harder to wait. Have you ever had to wait to cum? Huh?" Carlos says whilst still slamming himself into TK's prostate, only making TK hard again.

"Look at that, I made you hard again. Is that painful? Huh?" TK's painfully hard, swollen, red, cock, kept slapping against his stomach, only causing him more pain as Carlos repeatedly slammed into him, making it impossible for him to respond. Carlos tightened his grip on TK's airway so he couldn't breath at all. "I said, is that painful for you, you little cock slut." Carlos loosened his grip on his throat so he could breathe again, causing TK to gasp for air, still having his prostate pounded into. "Answer me!"

"Ye-yes!"

"Yes, what!"

"Yes, it hurts. Please, please let me cum, it hurts so much and I've done everything you've asked. Please let me cum baby, please. I promise to be good, I won’t make you wait as long to cum. Please, I'll be a good boy."

"No! Beg me properly and maybe I'll let the baby cum!" Carlos cums, his seed filling TK's tight hole. Carlos pulls out and places a glass butt plug in TK preventing his cum from dripping out of him, letting go of TK's throat as he sits on the end of their shared bed. TK stands up from the bed, almost falling over from how weak his legs are, walking to the end of the bed, getting on his knees sitting in front of Carlos."Pl-please, let me cum, I've done everything you've asked, let you use me like a sex doll. My hole is filled with your cum, please. You can fuck me more if you want but, please Carlos, let me cum." TK says quietly, his voice hoarse from screaming.

"What did you just call me?"

"C-Carlos?"

"That's not my name," Carlos says, grabbing TK's chin tightly, "What is my name."

"S-sorry daddy."

"Good boy." Carlos says, letting go of TK's chin, patting his head like a dog. "Get on the bed, you know how I want you."TK gets up slowly, almost falling over, grabbing the bed post to stabilize himself.

"P-potato..." Carlos barely hears him speak, a tear falls down TK's cheek.

"Oh my gosh, baby are you okay?" Carlos says rushing over next to TK, putting his hand on his shoulder, not wanting to hurt him further.

"Ye-yeah, I'm good."

"Baby, you're not good, you're pale, your cheeks are red, you can barely stand on your own." Carlos says with worry evident in his voice.

"I-I just need a break, just give me a minute. I'll be okay."

"No. I'm going to take the butt plug out and then you're going to lay down. I'm not taking no for an answer either. And don't bring up the consent argument, I'm worried about your health, okay, we need to stop."

"Please, don't take it out right now. It's going to hurt."

"I know it will, but it's going to hurt more if I wait to take it out, TK."

"Fine. Let me lay down first then."

"Okay, fine." Carlos puts TK's arm over his shoulder, helping him over to the bed, laying him down on his front. Carlos pulls it out without a warning causing TK to scream in pain. Tears brimming in his eyes. Carlos places the plug on the side table and walks into the bathroom to grab a damp cloth to clean him off with, he walks back in and sits on the bed next to TK, his dick still painfully hard. "Baby?"

"Hm?" TK says not trusting his voice right now.

"Can I please clean you up?"

"No." TK says, his face still pressed into the pillow, hoping it will muffle his tears.

"TK. Can you please look at me."

"No.""I'm sorry for hurting you, baby. I didn't mean to. If I knew you were in pain I would have stopped. Can you please look at me, I need to know you're okay."

TK turns his head to look at Carlos, still laying on his stomach.

"Aw, baby." Carlos says, wiping the tears off of his cheeks. Carlos places the cloth on the side table, laying down next to TK, pulling him to lay on his chest, holding him and kissing his head occasionally. "What hurts baby?" More tears formed in his eyes, fighting to keep them from falling.

"My ass and dick."Carlos kisses his head again, "Do you want some help with the second one?"TK looks up at Carlos,

"What?"

"Do you want me to give you a blow job is what I'm asking."

"I-Yes" TK whispers.

"Okay, are you able to lay on your back or does it hurt too much?"Carlos helps TK slowly roll over onto his back, wincing at the pain.

"Baby, don't hurt yourself more please."

"I-I'm okay."Carlos sighs, knowing he's lying to him but still he lowers himself. He swirled his tongue around the tip, licking the precum off his dick before placing his entire dick in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. TK moans loudly, a tear rolls down his cheek. Carlos bobs his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks sucking.

"I'm close."Carlos continues to suck his dick until his warm seed shoots down Carlos' throat; he pulls off with a wet pop. Carlos collapses next to TK out of breath and TK rolls over onto Carlos' chest, snuggling next to him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, TK." Carlos says kissing the top of TK's head.

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Word Count: 2928

A/N: Hey Y’all, i hope y’all liked it if i forgot any TW’s or CW’s please let me know. I think I got all of them but just let me know.

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supernovafeather · 3 years

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A Potential Future (18+) (Part 1)

Llewyn Davis x F!Reader

Warnings : smut, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, sort of "there's only one bed and it's cold out there".

Part 2

All-you-can-eat buffets are going to be the death of you, you think with a blissed sigh as you let yourself falling back onto your bed. Even with some areas of your body numb because of the outside cold and snow, the abundance of this hot meal satisfied you. Your belly hurts now but in a reassuring way.

You don't even pay attention to your friend Llewyn coming into your room. Just like you he is wearing a loose pajama, his own stomach growling under too much pressure from the inside. You open an eye to see his large white tee shirt that got closer to his skin around his navel and you chuckle at the sleepiness on his face. It's even worse with some patch of melted snow on his hair. As soon as the both of you came back home you underessed in your living room, not even wasting any time to shower nor to brush your teeth.

"It was a wonderful idea Llewyn, you're a clever asshole when you want to." You praise with a huge smile as you stare up at your ceiling, the sound of his mattress creaking at your left.

"I heard about this restaurant last time. You know, when I sung. Thought you might like it." He says slowly before yawning as you crack your back a bit as you move your hips, adjusting your laying position. "You could have let me some potatoes."

"And you could have let me some of the brown sauce, you already have an ass fat enough like that Thiccy. Next time give me a bit of it I need to gain butt more than you do. I could make easy money off this gift."

"Don't tell me you'll keep calling me like that for fuck sake." He groans as he scratches his beard, his dishevelled head turned to you.

"Well. I tell you. Stop arguing like a grumpy grandpa." You chuckle wholeheartedly as you notice his shiny eyes and lazy smile. "Look at you, all satiated and sleepy. Just... just be positive, relax and sleep. A warm meal, a warm bed, an apartment that has a heating system working I-don't-know-how... wonderful !"

"You must be right."

This has you snorting as you painfully reach for the light switch, unaware of the glance longing on your ass as you turn over. It was comfy to wear those panties now that the temperature inside is so enjoyable. Then, once your are plunged into darkness if not for the moonlight piercing through some tiny holes in your old curtains, you get under your blanket, smiling.

"I'm glad you liked this dinner." Llewyn's voice is quieter, now definitely relaxed as you advised him. "I started to feel a bit lonely this week. And you know, thank you for letting me in."

"Eh Thiccy, you know what ? No need to thank me. I'm broke. You're broke. I wouldn't have let you die in that cold out there. And I offer you two weeks of housing and you give us access to as many buffets as you can. Sounds pretty good to me."

"Maybe... we could get back to the same restaurant ? This week ? Simple dishes, people like us..."

Under your blanket you rub your belly slowly, amused by the bump dwelling the insane amount of food you stuffed there in two hours. You are certain your eyes are shining with joy even if Llewyn can't see it. He may be a pain in the ass as a friend, but a part of him is still good. He is just... lost and confused. He does his best to do something with his life and fortunately he seems to valuate you enough to respect you. You argue a bit but never enough to cut your ties. You must be such weirdos from the outside.

"Llewyn, I think I'm pregnant." You say in a bubbly tone as you keep touching your belly.

The noise erupting as his skull hits the headboard of his bed or as his arm hits something else makes you jolt suddenly, abd you blink as you listen to his high-pitched voice.

"What ? How... Wait you what ?"

"I'm pregnant with food." You whisper as you sit up and ignoring the sheer horror he radiated.

"Oh... I told you not to drink too much." He mumbles grumpily as he sighs and lies down with a hiss.

"G'night Thiccy."

"You'll get thiccy too the time you digest all the crap you took from my dish." He mumbles as he turns over, smiling as he faces the wall.

There is no clear answer from you because you already notice the change in temperature outside your blanket. With a frown, you form a ball underneath, lulled to sleep in this cat-like position as you hope not getting too cold through the night.

But your hopes are a perfect reflection of your life : a bitch. With no clear knowledge of the time that passed, you wake up shaking. You should stop acting so confident in this old apartment when there's a snowstorm taking over the streets, the wind whistling as it reaches the façades and corners. You don't waste much time to put some pants on, and you find a sweater soft enough to be enjoyable to sleep with. Llewyn is awake too, his face making it clear that his life too is a bitch.

"Come here Thiccy, we have to adapt." You yawn as you take your blanket. "Take yours, go on the couch in the living room. We'll sleep there."

He hums and follows you while pulling his pillow on the floor, then you sigh as you notice it is 2 am, and you are here preparing a sofa bed as Llewyn threatens to fall into coma on his feet. This time you don't joke around, he actually looks like a zombie and you care enough not to cross some limits with him.

"Take a place Mr Davis." You yawn as you finished.

He doesn't protest, soon laying on his back, eyes closed and a thin portion of his skin visible between the hem of his t-shirt and his boxer. Not that you complain but you throw his blanket onto him, et give him his pillow.

"Thank you and..." then his voice dies in his throat as you join him after turning the light off.

"Yeah I come over too, was cold."

And just like that you add your blanket over his, snuggling him without any protest from him. Of course you hear his uncomfortable throat clearing, but each other's warmth is too good not to appreciate. After something like a wrestling match under the blankets you finally find the perfect position. You are the little spoon because Mr Llewyn Davis doesn't want to face the wall.

"Fuck you Thiccy, you turned around to have the wall when you were in your bed." You sigh with fake annoyance. "Fuck you very much."

"Thank you." He mumbles as his grab around you gets more confident.

Now that both of you shut your mouth, you let the outside noises lull you to sleep. Almost. You get distracted by a hand exploring your hip. More exactly, a finger or two brushing your jumper by your hip. You raise an eyebrow in the dark, not impressed. After a while it brushes down to belly, and you anticipate a whispered joke on your weight. After all he is a cheeky bastard sometimes and you taunted him during all the evening about his ass. But this joke doesn't come. Instead you feel now his palm covering your belly, the soft fabrics getting rubbed by his skin. Then it just rests there, and Llewyn nuzzles the back of your hair in an exceptional sign of affection. Or sleepiness, you can't quite know for sure.

His gesture keeps your brain awake. Maybe the faint sensation of his thumb caressing your belly under your blankets. It looks... oddly protective or possessive of him. Not that you don't appreciate more contact with him, but it feels oddly intimate. Late night thinking pushes you to ask yourself if he would do the same thing if you were actually pregnant. You never had sex, but... would he do such a thing ? If you were carrying his own child ? Or someone else's child ? You don't think so, he is not exactly the type of guy you would picture with a family. Nonetheless, imagining this version of Llewyn warms your heart. Llewyn who would have the clear goal of protecting this future little human being, who would play guitar to make a child fall asleep or even teach it...

Your heart warms up suddenly. You don't know if it's linked to your naive and stupid late night thoughts, or to the way he presses his beard a bit harder against your nape. He is nuzzling your scalp, then sighs peacefully and he keeps his ministrations going on the fabrics covering your belly. His hot breath is making things to you. You feel these goosebumps on the back of your head. You could speak. Say something, anything to make fun of him for some reason, just to stop picturing this idiot protecting a belly full of food. But everything is stuck in your throat. Until...

"You know I was kidding when I said I was pregnant." You whisper out of nowhere.

"Shit, don't remind me of that." He grunts... in a hoarse voice.

It could have been his "tired voice". But no, it's not. You've heard his several times when he slept on his bed next to yours, sometimes for only one night. You open your mouth in shock as you feel his face finding its way between your cheek and shoulder, your laugh erupting at how scratchy his beard is.

"Llewyn I swear..." then you stop and close your eyes at his plea.

"Can I kiss your throat ? Or your cheek ?"

Are you supposed to be an awful human being and refuse this treat ? After all there are people fucking with their own friends and it doesn't necessarily goes downhill with unsolicited feelings.

Your answer is silent. You make the crook of your neck accessible, and thanks to the slight sound of the sheet shifting he knows when to rest his lips on your skin. The only thing is you didn't expect him to start sucking on it right afterwards.

"Shit Llewyn," you chuckle as your hand grabs the mop of wild hair blindly, "were there aphrodisiacs in your dish or what ?"

His negative shake of the head is the only solid answer that could anchor some vague explanation. He was horny. Great deduction.

You roll over fast enough to make him jolt away, his hands leaving your body as they pat on the mattress and the sheets in the darkness. Maybe you scared him off but now curiosity is stronger in you. A hint of desire too.

"I'm sorry I-I thought I was dreaming..." he mumbles in confusion. "I... shit I'm so sorry you can slap me if you want to... I can take my stuff out of here and leave and..."

"Llewyn," you start in a soft voice as you hear fear growing in his words, "explain."

A few stuttered and isolated words leave his mouth. Not enough to understand what the hell happened in his head, but you get closer to him. He tries to keep some distance but you snuggle against him, wanting to trigger his instincts a bit more. You hold his bearded cheeks between your hands, a smile on your face as you decide to change the rules of your friendship for good with this silky voice.

"Do it again. After all maybe it's just a dream."

"But it's not one," he argues before melting as you kiss an area seeming to be his left temple. "It feels too real."

"Next time tell me before you try anything, Thiccy." You scold him gently.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Now go back to sleep. It's cold."

You wait for him to come back at you to snuggle in warmth but you just lay there, your arms opened to the void.

"Llewyn, come back here, no need to feel embarrassed - not this much - it happens to feel like this." You chuckle as you hear his sigh.

"It's... I can ?"

"Come here Thiccy, don't be shy I'm cold."

After a few seconds of hesitation Llewyn finds you. Indeed his motions are less guided by his horny mind but you can feel him half hard under his boxer as your hip gets against it. His hips jolt away and he excuses himself again as you try to find a position in the jungle of limbs and sheets the both of you are forming, and you end up in the same position as earlier, him being the big spoon. The awkward big spoon trying not to touch you.

"Come on Llewyn are you serious ? Come closer." You groan tiredly. "I know you're hard I don't care."

Less than a millisecond after he finally comes back against you. You smile at this pressure against your ass. Even with pants on you feel him pressing a bit against you. Then you bite your lip as he nuzzles your shoulder.

"You're torturing me." He whispers in this beautifully hoarse voice, his hand back onto your covered belly. "You know I'm sensitive tonight."

"I didn't know I could arouse you so much Thiccy." You taunt him. "Didn't have a woman in ages, right ?"

"Not exactly that." He mumbles as he stops nuzzling to lift his head up as you start brushing his arm up and down with the tip of your nails. "Just... felt... I don't know. Felt like some... protective asshole."

"Aw you're adorable Llewyn." You coo before looking up to the darkness with a smile. "I'm cold but still."

"No. Not against temperature." He says in a flat and more confident voice.

He is finally about to confess what aroused him. So you wait for him to talk. You wait and wait and wait. Then you blink as you feel his hand rubbing your belly up amd down.

"I don't know, since you've said you were pregnant - I know it was a joke - I don't know there's something."

Llewyn - this little Llewyn you know so well - is attracted by... no he can't. He is precisely the type of man you couldn't imagine with anything close to a family. But at the same time you are not in his head and you always chose to respect each other's privacy.

"Wait..." You say as you roll over softly not to scare him this time and you know it works as his hand still rests on your belly. "Wait wait wait wait. You got aroused at the thought of me being pregnant ?"

"Yeah I don't know my brain acts like shit sometimes I just wanted to... protect you. Cuddle. Feel the baby. I know it's fucked up I must have drank too much and I'm tired and it was a joke and you know I'm just horny so maybe that explains everything."

"And now ?" You ask softly as you rest your hand over his, trying to see his reaction as the curve of your belly already diminished through time. "How do you feel ?"

"I don't know." He chuckles nervously as he keeps entertwining your fingers before letting them go then do it again and again. "Feel like a future father. Weird."

"In the mood to cross some boundaries, Mr Davis ?" You whisper as your free hand lifts the bottom of your shirt to make it vulnerable to the cold. "Rest your hand on it."

You have no idea what your are testing. Maybe his arousal for this conquered you. After all it's... new. Really new. Not the idea of having sex with him but... this. Even the idea of being pregnant is strange to you but... curiosity makes you want to see how far he is into it. And you know you are into it as well when his hand rests on your exposed belly, his thumb caressing your skin with such delicacy you can only compare it to the way he pinches his guitar's chords. Your heart beats harder as you wait for anything from him. You feel him circling his hand all over your belly, stopping when he gets close to your breasts. You bite your lips as he keeps going, the faint sound of his skin rubbing against yours sending shivers all over your body. What raises your eyebrows in both excitement and surprise is this sensation on your belly. His beard and lips.

"I may be an ignorant asshole but I've always found the body of pregnant women beautiful." He whispers against your skin before leaving a second kiss on the same spot as you feel wetness in your panties. "It's poetic the way a human being can dwell and protext another one like this. Just letting nature do things."

The third kiss is killing you with a ravaging desire and you have to let a shaky breath out as both of your hands grab his hair. Then the fourth kiss goes up, up, up, his teeth grqbbing the fabrics of your shirt still covering your breasts. He releases it though, and you feel his weight on you as he cages you gently against your sofa bed. Your bare belly is pressed against his covered one, you feel his breath on your cheek as he lets sloppy kisses on it.

"You're beautiful." He whispers absentmindedly.

"Shit Llewyn I know I said I was cold but now I'm burning." You chuckle in confusion as you try to understand how and why you feel like this. "Shit I'm... I'm combusting how the fuck do you do that ?"

"Because you like it when I'm being honest ?"

Your mind get more chaotic than usual as his plump lips find your neck, and you turn your head to the side to let him sucking on this spot. You spread your legs to welcome him more comfortably, your arms around him as he lets marks on your skin. This little "plop" followed by the wet sounds and the feeling of his teeth is driving you mad. You can picture his closed eyes sealed by his long eyelashes. He closes them like this when he sings. Then you feel his muscles tensing as his motions grow more confident and you even moan as he nibbles your chin playfully and grinds hard between your thighs.

"Shit Llewyn." You exhale with a smile. "Shit shit shit needy bastard."

You feel his hand brushing your throat before coming to your cheek, forcing your head to face the ceiling. His thumb grazes your lips and once he finds them he seals them with his own in a delicate kiss, his dry humps slowing down as your tongues find each other, your fingers running through his curls.

This idiot is an addiction tonight. You never knew you could get aroused so much that it would get absurd. How were you supposed to know that ? How ? And now that the kiss stopped you feel linely. But he is right there. Between your legs, dry humping slowly against your entrance covered by those stupid pants. And one hand on your belly.

"I need you."

His plea is heard but you barely have the time to remove your top that he harasses your nipples with his mouth, not even letting you the time to remove your pants. He is eager, everything about him is eagerness. You moan loudly as he holds your nape and your shoulder blade to keep your breasts next to his face, and your hands encourage him by rubbing his shoulders.

"Llewyn please just... I need it too I-I have to take my pants off. P-please."

Perhaps you woke up in some parallel universe, you think as he lets you go so he could remove his own clothes. It's not even long before feeling his naked and burning body against yours. Your back is sweating against your temporary bed and you notice now that the snowstorm is even more violent outside but who cares ? You are hot in your apartment.

"I need... shit where..." He mumbles in frustration. "Where is the pillow ?"

"Uh ? Just fuck me already dickhead." You protest before jolting at Llewyn throws something to the side.

It was this stupid pillow amd he used it to spread the curtains a bit, just to get a bit of light from the outside. Now that you see the hot mess he is above you, you know you are in deep trouble. Not for tonight. But for afterwards. You got used to his puppy eyes when he has something to ask you. But good luck to get used to this tender yet eager glare sent to you. To this hair getting out of control now that you grabbed them. To this urge of confidence you never quite saw on his face. You are in trouble and you want more. And you know you'll want even more once you'll know what he can bring to you.

Then he slowly, oh so slowly slides against you to kiss your lips gently. For an expert in puppy eyes and sarcasm he sure knows how to murder someone. He has you moaning as you feel his hardness rubbing against your soaked entrance, and he lets your lips alone as your rest the back of your head on the sofa.

"I want to hear you beautiful, please let me show you how much I love your body."

Maybe you didn't get used to his puppy eyes as much as you thought. What you are feeling is unknown. You want to cry. To cry out of joy, this joy coming out of nowhere and invading your veins, nerves and mind. It's overwhelming and you know you are in trouble.

After a few sloppy kisses, you reverse your positions so you can straddle him. His impatient face would ve funny if you weren't already trying to take him fully.

You had grown impatient and you have to accept to lower your body too slowly for your taste as he touches your belly and breasts.

"You feel wonderful sweetheart." He hisses as he fills you up completely, his face softened with relief. "I told you you were beautiful."

"Took you time to acknowledge that." You protest with your head lowered so he wouldn't see your smile.

Sweetheart was a first one and you don't know if he said it out loud because of the lack of blood in his brain or if it's a common name he gives in bed. Anyway you start moving slowly, sending him some grins as he stares up at you, his hands encouraging you by rubbing your hips. Now you want to test him further. It's stupid. It could cut out the mood but... you lay down on him, biting his lip as your hips keep thrusting gently.

"Just because of a joke dirty bastard." You whisper as he nods for no other reason that he certainly thought it was a question. "Didn't know you'd like it."

"Faster I need it faster." He pleas with those guilty eyes that have you chuckling.

"No Llewyn. My rhythm."

"Please for fuck sake please."

You grab his hair with your two fists, pulling on it with a warning glare as you stop grinding.

"Llewyn I want my part. Ok ?"

"I-I need to cum." He whines as you blink. "Got too worked up and I just need to cum inside you fuck I want to give you that baby."

The second he crosses your shocked gaze his mind wakes up and he certainly regrets the open curtains making him visible to you. You release his hair and he looks away, ashamed and seemingly close to tears as he clears his throat. Yeah. It killed the mood, you were right.

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but ... it’s valentine’s day

fem!reader x jon moxley

reader loves Valentine's Day, but Jon isn't the biggest fan of the holiday and he makes sure everyone knows that ...

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You walk back to your locker room after your match with Britt Baker. You're all sweaty and feel gross, even after you've wiped most of the sweat away. The match was for the number one contender's tournament, and you lost but you're happy for your best friend since she advanced, even if it was because she beat you.

The door closes behind you and you fall onto the little loveseat with a sigh. You close your eyes for a second, literally one second, when the door opens and you hear your boyfriend ask, "Why does everyone make a huge deal about Valentine's Day?"

"It's a day to show some extra love to your significant other," you say, closing your eyes again. "Balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates. You know, it's a thing."

Jon sits beside you and says, "I can give you balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates any day of the week."

You look over at him and say, "You haven't given me balloons or chocolates. Romantic dates, yes, but not the balloons or chocolates."

He blinks at you and says, "I don't have to give you balloons or chocolates. I give you the hottest sex you'll ever have, whenever you want."

"You do," you giggle. "Maybe I'd like some chocolates and balloons today though."

Your boyfriend moves closer to you and puts a hand on your thigh. "Or," he says, kissing your jaw. "I can just give you some hot sex again." A sigh escapes your lips and you smile.

Jon rubs your thigh a bit as you say, "I have to shower and I do want to at least do dinner tonight since it is Valentine's Day. Then after that, all the hot sex you want, baby."

He looks at you and asks, "Can I join you in the shower?"

"As long as you promise you won't try anything and actually let me shower," you tell him, standing up.

Jon nods and says, "I promise, baby."

He doesn't keep his promise. Not at all.

***

You get home after Jon turned a 20 minute shower into an hour-long shower. Dinner is very late because you had a match, and because of the long shower, but you still get dressed up to go out. You dress into a two piece red dress. The top is lacey, almost see through and has long sleeves. The neck dips low, revealing a lot of your cleavage, and it's cut like a crop top. It hugs your body. You know Jon will love that, especially since it reveals a decent amount. He'll also love the fact that the skirt is short and tight. You put on red heels and put your hair up in a high ponytail, adding some light makeup after. Not too much though.

Just so you can use it against Jon later, you don't wear any underwear. You're completely commando.

Jon waits downstairs for you. He sits on the couch and scrolls through his phone. You click into the living room and clear your throat. "Ready?" you ask.

Your boyfriend looks up from his phone and his eyes almost bug out of his head. "Damn, baby," he says. "I don't know if I can make it through dinner with you looking like that."

You walk over to him and stand behind him. He's looking back at you as you lean down, putting your hands on his shoulders. You say, "I have a surprise for you after dinner, but you have to be good. Okay?"

Jon says, "I can't promise you that. Look at what happened last time I promised you I wouldn't do anything."

"Touche," you giggle. "Come on. Dinner then sex, I promise."

Your boyfriend reluctantly gets up and leaves with you to go to dinner.

Both of you decided on the way home that you would just go to a nice place that wouldn't be completely booked since it's late on Valentine's Day. Most couples would be home by now so you're hopeful to get a table pretty quickly.

You do have to wait a little bit. You sit with Jon in the waiting area on a comfortable bench that's cushioned. Jon sits very close to you. You look over at Jon, saying, "You better not do anything, Jon. Or no present for you."

He holds his hands up and says, "I'm not doing anything to you, baby. I promise. See? Hands are up and I'm not touching you."

A smile forms on his lips and you shake your head, a smile forming on yours. "You are really testing it," you say.

"I'm not testing anything," he says. "But I still don't get romantic dates on Valentine's Day. I can take you out whenever you want to. Why couldn't we stay home and have sex or something."

You say, "Because Valentine's Day is about spending the day doing romantic stuff. Not about how hard you can fuck me, Jon. I know how hard you can fuck me and I've learned the hard way just how hard you can fuck me."

He snickers a bit and says, "You really couldn't walk for the rest of the day."

Laughing, you say, "I couldn't. That was your fault."

Jon smirks, proud of himself. You take his hand and rest your head on his shoulder.

Soon after, your name is called. A table is ready, and the hostess leads you to the table. Jon sits adjacent to you and you begin looking over the menu.

Younger couples surround you in the restaurant. The couple that are parents are probably home with their kids at this point.

A waitress comes up to you and Jon, saying, "Hi, my name is Andi and I'll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get y'all to drink?" She has a slight southern accent.

Jon says, "A bottle of your finest wine for the table, please."

"Anything for you, darlin'," the waitress says, writing down Jon's request. You blink at the waitress as she walks off.

You continue to look over the menu, trying to find something to eat. It's a fancy restaurant so there are steaks and there are pasta dishes. You're not really in the mood for anything specific.

The waitress comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Okay, what can I get y'all to eat?" she asks.

You say, "I'll have the broccoli chicken alfredo. Can I get some extra alfredo sauce on that please?"

She nods and asks, "And for you, handsome?"

That little comment made you a little angry, you won't lie. You stare at Jon and he says, "I'll take a 12 ounce sirloin steak with mushrooms and onions. And for the sides, I'd like a loaded baked potato and french fries."

He got french fries. He knows you love french fries and he knows you'll snack on them. A smile forms on your lips.

The waitress nods and walks off. You pout a bit at Jon.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jon asks, looking at you. "Are you feeling okay? Sore from your match?"

You say, "She was flirting with you."

Jon reaches out and tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear before he says, "I didn't notice. My girlfriend is looking sexy right beside me."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, warming them. Jon laughs as you blush. "It's not funny," you say.

"You're cute," Jon says. "And I love you."

You smile a bit and say, "Okay, fine. I love you too."

He leans over and pecks your lips. When he pulls back, you lean into him and press a longer kiss to his lips. One of Jon's hands slip between your thighs under the table. You put your elbows on the table and put your head in your hands. You look at Jon as his fingers slip further up your skirt.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as Jon surprisingly discovers you're not wearing any underwear. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips. "You're leaving yourself vulnerable to me, Y/N," Jon starts.

"You are not fingering me in the middle of a restaurant," you loud whisper at him. "So help me, Moxley. No surprise for you."

Jon chuckles and he just plays with your clit under the table. You have bite your lip to stay quiet. You feel yourself getting more wet with every movement of his fingers. This goes on until your meals get to the table.

Both of you are very turned on at this point because of him teasing you and touching you under the table so after you're done eating, Jon pays the bill and quickly leaves with you. You get in the car, and Jon gets in too. He drives to your shared house. You've taken off your heels by this point so you can get inside quicker.

It takes about two seconds for Jon's lips to find yours as soon as the door is closed. He presses your back against the door as you start to unbutton the buttons on his nice button-up that he wore to dinner. He quickly sheds the shirt and it drops to the floor. Your tongue slides into his mouth.

Jon's hands are on your thighs before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as Jon walks into the living room. He drops you on your back on the couch, breaking the kiss. You sit up and undo the button on his pants. You can see the very obvious bulge in his boxers when you pull his pants down. You trace the print of his dick for a second before you pull the boxers down.

You gently begin to stroke his member. Jon sighs softly before grabbing a handful of your hair. "Be nice and suck it," he almost commands.

"I didn't hear a 'please'," you say, smirking.

Jon says, "The only time you'll hear the word 'please' tonight is when I'm fucking you and you beg me for more."

The dirty talk is definitely a turn on for you. You bite your lip and take his dick in your hand before you take him in your mouth. You begin bobbing your head, using your hand for what can't fit in your mouth. Jon's hand is still in your hair as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

You hum around him. You know that drives Jon crazy. Your hands are on his thighs and you grip a little bit. Jon grabs your ponytail and tilts your head back after a moment, his member sliding out of your mouth. You stare up at him and wait for him to do something.

Jon takes off the top of your two piece dress before taking the skirt off. He smirks when he sees that you’re now completely naked. He knows you went completely commando under your dress.

“You’re so bad, Y/N,” Jon tells you.

You grab his wrists and pull him onto you. He braces himself on the back of the couch and looks at you. “I had to learn from someone, didn’t I?” you say innocently.

He pushes you onto your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. “I know you learned from me, Y/N,” he says.

A smile forms on your lips as Jon lines himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slams into you. It’s not as painful as it used to be because he almost always starts out like this when you have sex. You’ve gotten used to it, but it feels more pleasurable than painful.

“God, fuck,” you cuss. “Do it again.”

He listens to you and thrusts hard into you again. You moan out his name and grasp onto the couch cushions. Jon hovers above you as he begins to repeatedly slam into your core. Your moans are loud almost from the start.

Jon goes harder and harder every few thrusts. You gasp and moan. When he finds your g-spot, you scream, “Jon! Right there! Please don’t stop.”

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the house. You grasp onto Jon’s arms, digging your nails into the skin as he fucks you.

A pit forms in your stomach and you know you’re close, but you still need to give Jon his Valentine’s Day present.

So, much to Jon’s surprise, you roll so you’re straddling his dick, which is still inside of him. Jon stares up at you and you begin to bounce up and down on his member. Your moans are loud and his hands are on your waist.

The pit in your stomach explodes without warning and you release around Jon, moaning his name. Jon cums inside of you, not wanting to dirty the couch cushions. You’re okay with it.

You collapse onto Jon’s chest. You bury your face in his neck and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Both of you lay and catch your breaths.

“Best Valentine’s Day sex we’ve ever had,” Jon pants. “You need to top me more often, Y/N.”

A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “With pleasure.”

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NIKKI

"My wife doesn't tell me she's having an important surgery done, no, no, she just tells her girl friend Sharise who tells Vinnie and I'm the last one to fucking know about it." I tell Amber.

"I didn't wanna stress him out." Vivian insists, raising her brows.

"No, you just don't wanna keep me in the know just to piss me off." I argue.

"Nikki, go to hell." She tells me.

"You're not talking to him like that in here," Amber scolds her. "Just like he's not talking to you like that. We aren't doing that anymore. That was the issue last week. I didn't stop you two from talking trashy to each other and it got you where you are right now." She states. "Vivian, why didn't you tell Nikki about your procedure?"

"I didn't even tell the father of my kid I was having it done--I'm just a private person." She tells her.

"Duff doesn't even know?"

"No, he doesn't, and he's not going to." She looks at me.

Note to self: call Duff when she leaves.

"Why haven't you him?" Amber asks her next.

"Because I was freaking out over it enough as it was. I didn't need more people freaking out over it." She says. "So I just told Sharise because she was the one driving me home from it."

Amber just raises her brows and thinks for a second, her lips pursed.

"You see what I have to deal with?" I ask as I motion to Viv.

"Nikki, please." Vivian rolls her eyes.

"And she wonders why I won't fuck her. She doesn't deserve it at the moment." I add.

"Your dick isn't made of gold, Nikki, it's some trophy I should have to earn--especially when you clearly have no qualms tossing it around like a hot potato from one pussy to the next."

"That's not how you were acting last week." I argue. "

"But you won't fuck me because I'm not Vanity." She says back.

"I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl." I admit.

"You'll go down on me while I'm on the rag but me being eleven weeks pregnant--barely showing--is where you draw the line?"

"Right, sorry, 'I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl when she's pregnant with a baby she cheated on me to conceive,' there, that's better." I correct myself.

"At least I know the lovechild I have, exists. Do I even wanna think about the girls you've probably knocked up across the globe the last several years?" She accuses me.

"Unlike you, dear, I know how to fucking use condoms." I cut back at her.

"Gee, can't imagine where I learned to hate condoms in the first place." She sarcastically adds.

"Fuck if I know, you were telling me to take the damn thing off the first time we even had sex, little miss, 'I'm a virgin', 'this is my first time,' which looking back now is so obviously bullshit." I scoff.

"I was until you fucking corrupted me."

"My apologies, I didn't realize I was creating a cum monster whose main ambition was to procreate."

"And I didn't realize I was creating a codependent junkie." She doesn't hesitate to throw back at me and we're both silent just enough for Amber to cut in.

"I am going to give you two homework." She says, sighing, glancing at the clock.

We're out of time.

"I want you two to write each other a letter, one that doesn't involve putting one another down, and I want you to pick a time--any experience or memory with on another--that you consider the happiest you've been with each other, and I want you to mail them to each other, and next visit you'll read each other's letters back to one another to remind that person what they wrote. Sound easy?"

We just look at each other, not saying a word.

I didn't want to waste my time writing something for her that she'd just rip up without reading, and I knew she would, and I could see she didn't want to do that, either.

I'm great at song writing...but love letters?

I think back to the last love letter I wrote for Viv...the one in the back of her Bible I gave to her.

It kind of hurts that one of the last physical confessions of love I gave to her was practically a suicide note.

I close my eyes and groan, rubbing my forehead.

Fuck.

I try to think back to my happiest time with her over the last years.

Like flicking through the index of my mind--as best as I can, at least…

I let out a heavy sigh as I flip from channel to channel, chewing my gum, getting frustrated when I can't find anything interesting to watch.

"Are you gonna find a channel and stick to it or are you gonna keep flipping through the same channels and expect programming to change in a matter of seconds?" Vivian asks in a borderline snap, getting aggravated with me.

I just roll my jaw and turn the T.V. off, tossing the remote onto the coffee table.

"I didn't say turn it off, Nikki, you can watch T.V., just pick a channel and stick to it." She sighs, her Bible still in hand, the pad she's using to take notes in, in her lap.

"No. You just read your shit in peace and quiet. Sorry for the interruption." I reply, passively.

"Nikki, turn the T.V. back on and watch it."

"I'm good." I state.

"Ugh, you are such a whiney baby." She mumbles and I raise my brows, looking at her.

"I'm a what?" I ask, and she looks at me.

"A whiney baby."

"A whiney baby?"

"Yeah." She says it surely.

I'm grabbing her socked foot that's in my lap, making her squeal, her Bible and notepad falling in the floor when she kicks at me as I start tickling her foot.

"Nikki, stop!" She laughs out, sitting up and trying to fight me off of her.

"No, I'm a whiney baby remember?" I remind her, letting her foot go, getting on top of her, my hands moving to her waist, making her laugh again, trying to push me off of her.

I lean down and kiss her exposed neck, and stop tickling her, instead wrapping my arm under her, pulling her against me, settling between her legs.

She sighs and kisses me when I lean down to her.

Once we pull away for air, I run my thumb over her lip and she blinks up at me, slowly.

I can tell she's thinking, "what the hell is this? What are we doing? We aren't dating, we're not just friends, though, so what are we, Sixx?"

I don't know, either.

I'd tell her that but I don't want to freak her out or something.

I like her, a lot...more than a lot…

"What is it?" She asks me, and I realize I've just been staring at her.

"I, uh...I'm not really seeing anyone else anymore, you know?" I say, hoping she gets the hint, and she raises her brows a little.

"Oh." She replies.

"Not that it's a big deal or anything." I add.

"I wasn't thinking it was." She shakes her head a little...but I can practically see her doing little mental cartwheels and screaming out with joy.

I just smile at her, kissing her again.

I wrinkle my nose at the memory, not quite sure if that's when I was at my happiest with her.

I just decide to keep digging through more of my memory--what's left of it, that is--until I'm grabbing my pen, and writing away at the paper.

"Shhh, shh, you're gonna wake her up!" Vivian whisper yells at me as she holds a sleeping Skylar, the little baby wrapped up in a thick blanket, pacifier in mouth, knocked out cold.

"It's nearly 5:00a.m., what the hell are you doing up?" I ask her, trying to talk straight after a night of booze and blow.

"She hasn't slept since midnight. I've been trying everything but she just dozes for a few minutes and then wakes back up and whines." She explains.

She looks tired...exhausted, really.

"You want me to hold her and you go to bed?"

"She doesn't like you, the second she gets the feelings you're holding her, she'll wake you screaming." She reminds me.

"She likes me." I argue.

"Nikki, she purposely pees on you anytime you change her diaper, she gets antsy when you hold her--not to mention the amount of times you weren't paying attention and put her clothes on backwards or inside out and she pitches a fit."

"Hey, trying to dress a squirmy kid is military-grade patience training. If you try to perfect whatever it is she's wearing, she gets irritated and just wants down and starts moving around more and making it more difficult to get some clothes on her." She just chuckles a little and gets quiet in the light of the little reading lamp, her eyes closing slowly.

"Viv,"

"Hmm?"

"Go put the baby in the little crib thing Sharise brought over and go lay down." I tell her, quietly.

"I'm fine where I'm at." She insists, but I know she's not.

I take the chance and gently pick Skylar up, causing Vivian to say, "Nikki, don't wake her up," and I carefully make sure not to wake her as I carry her to the guest bedroom and put her in her playpen on her back like Sharise drilled into mine and Viv's heads to be sure of.

She doesn't wake up, and when I get back to the living room, Vivian's asleep in her chair, cuddled under the blanket she had Skylar under.

"Alright," I nudge her awake and she hums, furrowing her brows. "C'mon," I say to her, and she reaches her hands out. "What is it?" I ask her.

"Can you carry me?" She asks and I sigh out.

"Yeah, baby," I don't tell her, 'no,' despite not knowing whether or not we'll get to the bedroom because I'm tired and I know she obviously is, too, and she's not light as a feather--which will just make me more tired by the time I head to the bedroom.

I scoop her up and make it to the bed, only nearly dropping her once due to losing my footing--which that's not her fault. That's just the evidence of my night out.

When I lay her on the bed and pull my clothes off, crawling in beside her, she's snuggling up to me under the covers.

"You smell good." She mumbles to me.

"I don't know how. I smell like cologne, sweat, and booze." I mumble back, my eyes closed.

"You smell good." She repeats it.

"You do, too." I reply.

"I showered. You should try it some time." She says.

"Okay, Sixx, don't make me whoop your ass at five in the morning." I tell her, keeping my eyes closed, and she giggles, pressing her lips to my cheek, and my jaw, her nails trailing down my chest to my abdomen, deliberately running over the trail of hair leading down to my…

"It's five in the morning." I groan out, biting back a moan when her hand wraps around me, another kiss being pressed to my cheek.

"We can be done in a couple minutes." She tells me.

"I thought you were tired." I reply, trying to wake myself back up being that a certain part of me is up and alert. I rake my hands down my face as she straddles me, before looking up at her. "You're like those spiders that wait for the males to be vulnerable then they fuck 'em and kill 'em." I add, despite my hands running up her thighs to her waist…

"You always complain about early morning sex but then by seven o'clock you're the one not letting me tap out." She reminds me.

I just grab her hips and push her off of me before getting on her, making her laugh before my mouth catches hers, my teeth bitting at her lip before my tongue smoothes over it, making her moan softly.

By the time we're finished and satisfied, I'm getting off of her with deep breaths, the both of us gasping for air, covered in sweat--even our hair.

We don't hear Skylar down the hall which is a good sign that she's still asleep.

It's weird having a baby in the house. I know it's temporary, until Vince and Sharise get back from their little Florida getaway, but it's odd taking care of someone else aside from Vivian.

I wonder what it would be like if Viv would've actually been pregnant when we got married like she thought she was.

We'd have a two year old by now.

How fucking bizarre would that be raising a kid in this life at the moment.

Sure, Vince is doing it, but that's because Sharise is solid as a fucking rock.

I'd take a bullet for Vivian--fucking die for her--but she's not solid like that, not right now, at least. She used to be.

I mean she's still sober as shit but sobriety doesn't help much when you're wired even though you don't have a drop of anything in your system.

Look at me, like I'm one to be talking about dependability.

I look over at her, she's passed out, damp red hair across her pillow, covers pulled over her shoulder…

I reach over and run my fingertips across her cheek, the palm of my hand moving up to smooth over her hair as rays of sun start to filter through the small parting in the blackout curtains.

I'd love to have a kid in a couple years--maybe even within the next year--it just depends on the band, whether we're where we need to be by then or not...whether me and Viv are where we need to be or not, too.

Which as of right now, we're great.

We're more than great.

We haven't argued in two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

Who the hell goes that long without arguing? Certainly not us, but here we are.

We weren't fighting as much because we were having sex like bunnies. I'm talking at least twice a day--Twice. A. Day. For two and a half weeks.

Looking back, I know it's because she was in the wake of a miscarriage, I was in the wake of Vince and Razzle's tragedy, we were both craving a quick fix and I guess sex is how we were illusioned into believing we were healing.

In reality we obviously weren't solving anything, just brushing it under the rug, but it was honestly the happiest I had been with her for our marriage.

It was peaceful. We weren't at each other's throats. We weren't at war. We looked forward to seeing each other and spending time with each other, and it was the closest we got to being how we were when we were just dating...so that, for me at that time, was the happiest I remember us being.

The next day I'm taking my enveloped and stamped letter down to the mailbox in the hall near the recreation room, passing by Amber on my way, seeing her nod at me in acknowledgment before I'm halting myself and coming back to see her.

"Hey, Doc, I need a word." I tell her.

"Can it wait, Mr. Sixx, I'm running late for a meeting?"

"I wanna know why having sex with my wife is a bad thing?" I ask, and she stops and looks at me.

"It's not. Nobody said it was." She tells me.

"You told me it might jeopardize our progress if we move too fast."

"Because it very well could. You both have co-dependence intertwined in your sex lives." She explains.

"Well, I don't know if you've been paying attention to the last couple sessions but my wife has needs right now. And not having sex with her right now is jeopardizing our progress because she thinks something's wrong with her."

"But you've told me, and her, you don't desire her because she's currently carrying another man's child."

"I've been thinking about it and I told her I'd work this out with her and how I've acted towards her is kinda contradictory to that." I admit. "And I can't go home and screw her into next week because you've got me paranoid about messing things up, now."

"Have you told her my opinion on sex in your relationship as of now?"

"No."

"Well, then, tell her about it and I'll take the blame for it."

"I don't want you to take the blame for anything, I want you to 'ok' me banging my wife."

"If you want to, 'bang,' your wife, then you can do that. There's not a law in the universe barring you from getting intimate with her."

"Sure as shit feels like it." I argue.

"Tell you what, you talk to her about it--tell her my opinion--and we'll touch on it in the next session." She suggests.

"Pun intended?" I ask and she furrows her brows, looking unamused.

"...Okay, nevermind." I mumble.

"I'll see you Friday for your session with the boys, have a good day." She tells me, giving me a nod before walking away.

I just shake my head a little, irritated, and drop my letter in the mail box, heading to the payphone to try to call Vivian.

"Hello?" She answers on the second ring and I clear my throat.

"H-Hey, it's me," I say, and she's quiet for a moment.

"Hey," she finally answers and I let out a breath of relief.

"Do you wanna visit tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something." I tell her.

"Is this where you tell me you're filing for a divorce afterall?" She asks and I rub my lips together.

"No, Viv, it's not. It's about our sex thing." I struggle trying to define it.

"Can we even have a sex thing if we aren't even having sex?"

"Ha. Ha. Smartass." I state. "Seriously, you wanna come?"

"More than you know." She replies and I can't help but laugh.

"Pun not intended." She adds. "I'll be there around nine o'clock, if that's okay? I have another appointment to check on the baby since the surgery and then I'm gonna try to go shopping for some decently healthy things because I'm gaining too much weight at the moment."

"You're pregnant--that's your excuse to eat whatever the fuck you want, when you want it, isn't? Like a chick liberation thing or something."

"I'm eating too much junk, I don't want to pop out a fifteen pound baby. My pussy will rip to my ass." She says and I get a horrifying image. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Nikki, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you then. Bye, baby."

"Bye." She replies softly before hanging up.

I pick at the inside of my lip with my teeth, another thought coming to mind...and my eyes shift to my pinky ring on my right hand...the same one I'd proposed to Vivian with back in '83.

#gateway drug #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction

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arclucifer666 · 4 years

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The Auction

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2209

Summary: This is about what happens when Dean finds his brother tied up suggestively.

AO3

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Agent Clegg is the Butterfly.

Sam curses himself for not realizing that.

Forcing wrists, chest, and ankles against leather in the last few minutes hasn't been effective. Still, Sam tries again.

Clegg sells people to monsters, sex slaves to be exact. And Sam will be next if Dean doesn't find him in time.

The transmission begins as soon as the computer and cameras are ready.

Sam keeps struggling with the bonds, despair preventing him from accepting the inevitable without a fight. Or he tries at least.

When the Butterfly announces his name, Sam feels his heart in his throat. The number of monsters bidding for him is frightening, and he can't help thinking about how sick it all is, even more when it only takes a few minutes for Sam to be sold. He can see on the computer screen that the bidder is a vampire, and the amount to be paid is impressive. But it's not comforting at all.

Clegg seems satisfied with the result, a sardonic smile on his face as he approaches Sam, and his breathing quickens, which doesn't help the clenching fear in his gut.

"It's time to show everyone that you're worth every penny," Clegg says while he starts undoing his belt.

Sam knows what's going to happen.

"Sorry, kid. It's showtime."

He pulls on the bonds with force, inevitable survival instinct forcing his body to go on alert. And that's when the door opens with a bang.

A shot echoes in the room. The man doesn't even see what hits him, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Sam blinks a few times before his brain realizes he is safe. Dean found him in time.

"Sammy! Are you okay? What the Hell is going on here?"

Sam wants the safety of his brother's arms around him, but this isn't the right place for it. Then he forces himself to respond in the most stable voice he can muster, "Sex, they're auctioning people off for sex. And there is a demonstration before."

A demonstration is what Agent Clegg was starting to do when Dean interrupted him.

Sam sees anger on his brother's face. He knows that if the man weren't already dead he would suffer a painful death at Dean's hands again. The sharp look also checks Sam before looking around, eyes staring straight at the cameras.

"The damn freaks are watching, huh?"

"Yes," Sam answers, then remembering the vulnerability of his situation, tied to a table similar to those for gynecological examination and naked from the waist down, ass on display.

"Turn off the cameras and untie me," he says, forcing the bonds on his arms and legs again still without any result.

Dean seems to come out of his trance, "What?"

His brother's look changes to something predatory and dark as soon as he realizes Sam's condition.

"No," Dean says.

"Dean? What the fuck, man?" Sam struggles again, which is useless because there is no escape.

Dean puts his gun on the table next to Sam, and if he could get that, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot his big brother right now.

"At least once in your life, stop thinking with your cock," Sam's voice is strident, reflecting the hysteria he feels.

"C'mon, Sammy, it's going to be fun."

His brother takes off his coat and tie. There is no doubt that Dean is impressive like that, intent on devouring Sam all over his face. And Sam likes the feeling of helplessness every time they use handcuffs or ropes in sex. But the timing is wrong, not to mention that everything is being streamed online.

"Let me go, Dean," he tries again.

His brother's expression is one that not even ten vampires could dissuade him from his goal, however. Determination is one of Dean's most significant personality traits, one that Sam has to deal with and often fight against to maintain some of his own independence.

Green eyes fix on Sam's ass, hungry and appraising, and it makes him feel like an offering at an altar of sacrifices.

When agile fingers open the leather holding Sam's chest and the buttons on his white shirt, pushing it to the side and leaving his belly and chest exposed, he knows that Dean won't give up.

"You'll need your shirt clean to get out of here," Dean states the obvious.

"C'mon, Dean. Be reasonable."

The smirk on Dean's face isn't reasonable at all.

His brother kneels where Sam's ass is at the edge of the table, and the next protest dies with the first lick over his hole. The hands on Sam's buttocks are cold, but the heat on Dean's tongue is abrasive.

"Oh, God…"

Sam's attempt to prevent his moans is pathetic, and this is all because of the tongue assaulting him. Rimming is one of his weaknesses, and his idiot of a brother knows that very well.

"Sammy, we're tough guys, and people are watching us," Dean interrupts what he's doing, a smirk playing on his wet lips. And fuck, Sam wants that mouth back on his ass, consequences be damned. After almost being raped by Clegg, he deserves a great orgasm.

"Monsters, Dean. They are mons—"

Dean licks and sucks again. Sam's coherence disappears. His big brother has his face tucked between his asscheeks, fucking him mercilessly with that sinful tongue. Sam's cock goes from limp to erect so fast that it makes him dizzy. He'd no idea how much he’s needed it until now, still knowing he'll complain because of the burn caused by Dean's stubble afterward.

Sam loves and hates that Dean can reduce him to a moaning mess with just his tongue. He doesn't even want to imagine what those people watching are thinking of him. Then he remembers they are monsters and it doesn't matter anymore.

Dean goes for it, licking and sucking, and Sam squirms his hole against the long organ. He needs Dean deeper and tries to show what he wants without having to express it out loud.

The tongue disappears then, making Sam groan in frustration.

"Do you want anything, Sammy?" Dean gives him a leering look.

Fucker. His brother has no right to know him so well and take advantage of him on top of that.

"No," he lies.

"Are you sure?" The little shit licks his lips suggestively.

And Sam needs that tongue back. He pulls his arms and legs, causing only the leather to rub against his sensitive skin.

"Please, Dean."

"What?" His big brother has an irritating smirk on his face.

"Deeper," it is whispered.

"I didn't hear that," the bastard insists.

"I need you to eat me deeper."

This time Sam sees the numbers on the computer screen increase rapidly, even though the auction is over.

"Do you love it? Don't you? Your big brother's tongue fucking your sweet hole?"

A finger touches the wrinkled skin, which makes Sam more desperate for Dean's tongue.

"Please..." He begs, to Hell with his remaining dignity.

A huge satisfied smile is the last thing Sam sees before Dean's tongue goes back to his hole. His brother laps at his entrance and Sam moans at how good it feels. Closing his eyes, Sam focuses on the sensations and how hot and soft Dean's tongue is. Step by step, he falls apart. And as always, Dean makes him come quickly and intensely, heat invading his body until it ends in white drops over his belly and chest.

When he can open his eyes again, he sees the mess he made on his own skin. So, the restrictions on his arms and ankles no longer bother him, and he remains passive on the table.

"Fu-ck."

"I'll get there," Dean jokes, getting back on his feet.

The swollen lips and saliva on it shouldn't be that sexy. Sam stares up at his big brother with half-lidded eyes while a hand collects some of the semen on his skin.

"It's not the best lube, but it's still better than spit," Dean says while doing a quick job with the improvised lube. The next thing Sam feels is his brother's cock against his entrance.

"De..." His vocal cords are still not working properly after a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Relax, Sammy. You just have to stay there, pretty and calm, and I'll do all the work."

What an idiot. As if Sam has another option at the moment.

When Dean pushes in, his muscles resist a little before giving in and receiving the big cock easily.

"Fuck, Sammy, so good."

Without being in a position to do anything, Sam just groans in response, his limp member trying to get hard again prematurely. The impulses start as soon as Dean is buried to the hilt, one hand gripping Sam's waist. And it makes him think of the helplessness of his situation. Dean is free to do whatever he wants with him, and while it is scary, there is also excitement with all the possibilities available.

"I love feeling your slutty hole around my cock."

Dean can't keep his mouth shut during sex, but Sam likes it because it's familiar, even when the lines sound like the worst kind of porn.

"You're so fucking tight. It doesn't feel like you take it up the ass on a regular basis."

"Shut up, Dean," Sam says, mainly because those freaks watching them don't need all the details about their sex life.

Dean raises an eyebrow at the unusual order, but he shut up. As a result, hips increase their speed, and all becomes pounding skin, a repetition of moans and grunts, and even some incoherent cries, which Sam will deny later, of course.

Suddenly he realizes that Dean is so fucking deep, filling spaces that should never be empty. He feels split open and belonged, so entirely that everyone watching can see it on his face probably. They won't have any doubts about who owns him. And Dean shows his dominance with each hard thrust, the unquestionable control over Sam's body. So, it's inevitable for Sam to give everything he has, his body and his submission to Dean. No restrictions. No boundaries. What they can't see, though, is that Dean also owns his heart, always and forever.

A second orgasm breaks through Sam's body, unexpected and just as intense as the first. His scream isn't manly at all, and a smile lights up his big brother's face, but Dean doesn't say anything, just pushing towards his own orgasm, eyes fixed on Sam's.

He marvels at the fervor he witnesses, and then heat invades his interiors. Dean screams his name with a passion, reaffirming the unbreakable bond that connects them. He closes his eyes and gets lost in the pleasure still running through his body, never wanting it to end, but the sound of gunshots brings him back to reality, making him open his eyes. Sam then realizes that Dean pulled out of him, picked up his gun, and is destroying the cameras installed in the room.

"Show's over," Dean says in his usual hunter way.

"Jesus Christ, Dean! Can you untie me now?" The awareness of his state returns with full force.

"Maybe," Dean says, a devilish grin on his face.

"Dean!" Sam hopes to be showing all the indignation that he feels right now.

"Just kidding, dude."

Dean turns his attention to him and in seconds Sam is free. His movements aren't as fast as he would like, but he manages to button his shirt and get off the table without help, despite the pain radiating from his ass to his legs. Semen is definitely discarded as lube.

As soon as Sam puts on his underwear, the door opens again with a bang. And this time it's Donna with a gun in her hand.

"Sam? Dean?"

Dean walks in front of Sam, hiding his half-naked body from Donna.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay, Sam?"

Dean answers for him, "He's fine. I got here in time. When he's dressed, we'll meet you outside."

'Okay' is all Sam hears before the door closes softly.

Blushing, Sam puts on his pants as fast as he can.

"If she paid attention to your open belt and the lack of his coat and tie, she knows, you moron."

Donna is a police officer, and Sam does not doubt that it was easy for her to deduce what actually happened here.

Dean looks at him, his characteristic smirk—and annoying by the way—on his face. "She accepted monsters were real, so I don't think kink sex between brothers is going to be a problem at all."

"Do you have to say it that way, Dean? Now I feel dirty."

Sam ends with his belt, breathing relieved by the feeling of security that the clothing offers him.

"Nothing that a bath won't fix, bitch," Dean laughs.

"Jerk," he can't resist and ends up laughing too.

"C'mon show is over. For real this time," his big brother says.

Presentable again, they walk to the door, Dean leading the way.

"I think we should buy a table like that, Sammy."

"Absolutely not," it's his automatic response.

With one last look at the table, Sam leaves the room. And maybe he has to agree that Dean's idea is interesting.

Maybe.

#wincest #fanfic #ao3 #tied up sam #bottom!sam #top!dean

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm. DETAILED SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER

(Y/N) POV

It has been a few weeks. Hanji experimented with Eren and pushed him too far which got his face torn off. I have been going to Levi's room every night and he had been teaching me new things about sex. Things he liked to do resembled some things from my past but this time, I enjoyed it because I trusted him and he didn't force me into anything. Last night, he tied me up, gagged me and spanked me because I messed up during our training session about using knives. Yes, he had been training me how to use knives so that I can protect myself with just a pocket knife. I accidentally let him cut me on my hand during our session last day because I was feeling dizzy out of nowhere. I got up this morning and washed my face in Levi's bathroom. He got up as I was wearing my nightgown.

"You look good with those hickeys" he complimented with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at that and went back to my room when I was done dressing. I wore a shirt and a skirt that I owned before joining the survey corps. I went down to make breakfast as usual. No one was awake yet except Levi and myself. I started making tea and peeling some potatoes. Levi came downstairs when the tea was done. I poured some for him and myself. The potatoes were still being steamed when Mikasa, Eren and Armin came down. Eren said "Sasha will be really happy this morning too" with a chuckle when he smelled the steamed potatoes. I've been making steamed potatoes for breakfast for a few days "Well, potato girl deserves some good days" I replied as I was drinking my tea and observing the potatoes.

I listened to Mikasa that day and started trying to care about everyone's feelings and so far, I've been doing pretty well. I even made peace with Jean after apologising for my outburst that day. Surprisingly, he apologised for being too pushy too. Jean, Sasha and Connie came downstairs as Levi went upstairs to get done with some paperwork and when the potatoes were cooked. Sasha looked really happy again and gave me a hug, again which I didn't return, again. "He cut you again didn't he? Why do you give that shorty so many chances to hurt you?" Jean scoffed from the table. Even if he apologised the other day, he still didn't change his mind about Levi. "Well, I'm training myself for the worst situations that I could come across. It's just a small cut." I replied monotonously.

"Hey (Y/N), are you imitating Mikasa?" Eren chimed in. "Why do you think that?" I asked him with a straight face. "You keep wearing a scarf like her all the time" he added. "Well, does it matter if I am imitating her?" I asked him, my expression clearly telling him to drop the topic. I, of course didn't want anyone to try to get my scarf off and see the hickeys that Levi left on me. Thus, intimidating Eren was the only option. "Okay okay calm down! " he muttered to me as I looked away. I ate a steamed potato and went off to my room to take a book.

Suddenly nausea hit me and I had to run to my attached bathroom. This had been happening for a few days but I just assumed that it could be because of food poisoning. After all, Mikasa cooked dinner the other day and it tasted like horse shit. Everything tasted like horse shit after that. Except tea and steamed potatoes ofcourse. That's why I've been making those for breakfast. This puking every morning was getting out of control so I decided to go to Hanji for medicines after I was done reading the book. It was almost evening when I was done reading and I went to Hanji's room which was downstairs. I didn't have to knock as the door was already open.

"Hanji, I need medicine for food poisoning." I said as I walked up to her. She was looking at some files on her table. "Food poisoning? When did you get that? The food supply we get are of good quality." she said curiously. "Well, Mikasa's cooking skills are so good that it made my stomach upset" I told her sarcastically. "But her cooking was pretty good." Hanji said in a matter of fact tone. "You can't be serious. It tasted like horse shit" I told her with wide eyes. "(Y/N), could you elaborate on the symptoms you are having?" Hanji said to me in a serious tone. "Well, I'm puking every morning, everything tastes like shit except tea and steamed potatoes." I stated. Hanji was already noting everything down on a notebook.

"When did you have your periods?" she asked. "Well, it was... last month..." I trailed off. I was late for periods by about one and half week. My periods were never irregular. "When are you supposed to have periods this month?" Hanji asked. "I was supposed to have it a bit more than a week back." I answered. I didn't like where things were going. "Do you usually have irregular periods?" she asked. "No." I answered. I was praying that what I was thinking is wrong.

"Did Levi forget to pull out?" she asked. "Huh? What? " I got jerked back into reality by that. "Relax (Y/N). I figured it out. Levi never calls you 'brat', he actually gives you private self defence lessons, I noticed that he talks to you a lot, you never seem to complain about him like normal people and I got upstairs the other night to borrow a book and didn't find you in your room and you were pretty loud in Levi's room and I could hear you from the hallway upstairs." she explained as I gaped at her. I remembered that day. It basically was the only day when I was actually loud.

One week ago:

I found him sitting by his desk when I entered his room. He noticed me enter and motioned me to go to his bed. I did what he said and sat on the bed. He came to me a few minutes later after arranging the paperwork he was working on. "I taught you everything about the type of sex I like except one. I can't teach you this one because this is something you need to be okay with and learn to enjoy it yourself." he said. "What is it?" I asked with excitement. Everything he taught me so far, including bondage, enjoying any sort of pain he inflicted on me by spanking or slapping or using sex toys, etc, I found them quiet enjoyable.

"What’s your view on roleplaying? I kinda wanted to try that..." with that he explained everything about it to me. I didn't know if this would turn me on or not. "You mean you'll treat me like a cheap whore in bed?" I asked him calmly. "Yes" he answered. "So, you'll treat me like what I was. Even you see me like that don't you?" I barely whispered. I felt betrayed because I trusted that he would treat me right. I never expected this of him. "(Y/N), this is just for sex. When we are done, I'll be back to just Levi. And I'll not do any of these if you don't want me to. If you want, we can keep things as it is now. At the end, everything depends on your decision." he told me as he pulled me into a hug.

"Just, think about it. I think you need to try it out first before making a decision. I'll do it only if you allow me to." he said. I thought hard about it. I remembered that he asked me to trust him and decided to do that. "Let's try it out" I answered with a smile. He didn't waste any time and smashed his mouth onto mine. He fingered me till I almost had an orgasm and then he removed the finger and just walked back to his desk and started working. "Why did you stop?" I whined and he didn't even look at me and said, "Quit whining, brat. Convince me to waste my time on you instead and make yourself useful." "How do I do that, Levi?" I asked him. "It's Heichou to you, brat. Get under the desk and suck me off. I wont be helping you next time." He said monotonously as I did exactly what he asked me to do.

I got him hard pretty fast but that didn't make him budge from his position. After what seemed like an eternity of me sucking his dick, he pulled my hair roughly to remove my head from his dick. "Do you want this dick in you?" he asked. "Yes Heichou." I said eagerly without any hesitation. He removed his hand from my hair and said, "Beg for it". I didn't know what to do so I simply muttered, " I want you Heichou. Please". That got me a slap across my face. "You have too much damn dignity for a whore. Ask properly" he said giving me a look of disapproval. "Please have me Heichou" I tried again. This time, he stared at me for a while and commanded me to go to the bed and lay down.

I did what he said as he got some genital clamps from a drawer on his desk. He used them on my clit and two nipples and said, "If you can't get it right in three chances, you'll go back to your room without getting an orgasm. I'll pull one off you as punishment if you get it wrong." he said. I thought hard and whispered, "Heichou, please fuck me". "Close but, first, I barely heard what you said. That means you don't want it enough. Second, who are you?" he said as he pulled the clamp stuck to my clit roughly making me yelp loudly. He then massaged my clit slowly which reduced the pain and gave me volts of pleasure.

While doing it, he asked "Who are you?". Instead of saying my name, I figured out what he actually wanted me to say. " I'm a whore" I half moaned out. "I can't hear you. Say it loudly" he said as he gave a pinch on my clit which made me shout out "I’m a whore" in a strangled moan. "Good. Whose whore are you?" he asked again while rubbing my clit again. "Yours" I moaned out. "Good. Say, who are you?" he asked me rubbing me harder. "I'm Heichou's whore" I moaned loudly.

"Good girl. That's right. You're my little whore. Now beg me properly" he said with a smirk. "Heichou, please fuck your little whore" I gasped. At that, he pulled the clamp from my right breast and said, "Louder" angrily. To this I shouted, "PLEASE FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE, HEICHOUUUUU". He unbuckled his pants and smashed into me before I could finish. And, as he promised, he let me orgasm and made me swallow his cum instead of just spilling it over me. When he was done, he pulled me in a hug and asked, " How did you feel?". "I think we will be doing this a lot in future" I murmured before passing out on his chest.

"Does anyone else know?" I asked her panicking. "Nope. I don't think anyone else will go upstairs at 12 am to knock at your door for a book. They still are scared of you even if you're trying to be nice to them" she chuckled. "He did forget to pull out once... That was weeks ago..." I muttered. To that, she took a small packet from her drawer and opened it and gave me a small weird looking strip of paper that had plastic and some symbols around it.

"Find a cup and pee in it and dip the area of the strip with the small arrow sign on it. You will find some lines form on the middle of the strip. Bring it to me when you're done. I took it, did exactly what she said and brought it to her. I held it in front of her, she looked at the two lines that had appeared on the strip and said, "(Y/N), you're pregnant."

Before I could react to this statement, I heard Connie's surprised voice asking Hanji, "(Y/N) is pregnant?!". My legs gave out and I sat on the ground. This can't be happening. This has to be a bad dream. "Yes she is. What is it? Did Nifa come back after giving news about Nick's death to Erwin?" Hanji asked Connie.

"Yes she came back with a letter. Levi Heichou wants everyone in the dining room." he reported to Hanji before looking at me and asking, "Who's the father?". I didn't look at him and muttered, " I can't say...". I felt tears suddenly flow out of my eyes as I croaked out, "this isn't real. This is a bad dream...". Hanji and Connie looked at me sympathetically and Hanji said, "I'm afraid it is real. I promise I'll help you go through this". "Thanks Hanji". I muttered to her and looked back at Connie and told him, "No one can know about this. Promise me.". "I swear no one will know a thing! I'll help you in any way I can too!" Connie told me nervously.

Hanji helped me up as we went for the dining room. Everyone was standing there as Nifa mentioned how hard it was for her to reach Uncle Erwin as the military police was guarding his hospital room. When she somehow reached and gave Uncle Erwin the news about Nick, Uncle Erwin sent her off with a letter. He was arrested just after that and all of the regiment scouts are on a ban. The military police wouldn't take the ban off until we give up Eren and Historia.

Levi commanded us to gear up and leave the safe house immediately. We did so and then the military police came to raid the place just a while later. "We need to go to a safe place that Erwin mentioned in his letter. We will use our 3D manoeuvre gears for our plan to work. We will hide it with our cloaks. Eren and Historia will have body doubles and the real Eren and Historia will be on a cart, that Erwin has specifically mentioned to rent, away from us." Levi explained us the plan as Hanji interjected by saying, "We need to take some other things into consideration. It's about (Y/N). She's..." I stopped her before she broke the news and said, "It's nothing important Hanji. I can fight with a bit of food poisoning".

Hanji looked at me with caution and let it slide. "Alright, I'll get to Erwin with Moblet. The rest of you, follow Levi." Hanji commanded as she got on her horse. "Wait!" Eren shouted at Hanji before giving her a piece of paper where he wrote about a conversation he remembered from Reiner and Ymir back when he was kidnapped. With that, she left. We rode to Trost that night while I was trying to figure out if I made the right decision by not letting Levi know that his child was growing inside me.

It was afternoon when we reached Trost. A cart was rented from the place Uncle Erwin mentioned and Eren and Historia were in it. Jean and Armin were doubling as Eren and Historia. I didn't get any sleep last night and I was hungry because stopping to buy food would raise suspicions. I felt weak, dizzy and nauseatic but I tried to not let it show. Sasha took out a bread from her bag and started eating it. "You have food in your bag Sasha?" Connie exclaimed. "Yes. I brought some bread. I can't spend so much time without food" she said as she took a bite of the bread".

"Oi Sasha, give that bread to (Y/N)." Connie told her in a pleading voice. "Huh? Why? I'm not giving my food to anyone!" she exclaimed. "Trust me on this Sasha. You'll regret not giving it later. Please" Connie pleaded for me. I looked at Sasha with pleading eyes too because I knew the baby needed it. Acting like that made me feel strange because I never pleaded anyone for sake of someone else. Sasha took my look seriously and handed me her bread. "Thanks" I murmured.

Eating the bread made me feel less weak but more nauseatic. I got close to Connie and told him, "Connie, I gotta puke. Cover for me." "Okay wait." he replied as he went to Levi and talked to him about something. Levi gave me a brief look and answered to him and he came back with a smile. "I told him that we need washroom breaks. He allowed us to go." Connie said. "Okay." I replied shortly because I felt bile flowing up my throat. We hurried to a narrow alley where I threw up while Connie held my hair so that I wont have puke all over it. When I was done, he gave me some water from his flask to wash my mouth. "I don't know how to repay you for all the help. Thank you Connie." I told him earnestly.

"You don't have to repay me (Y/N)! You're like our big sister!" Connie told me with a smile. I smiled back at him, remembering the advice Mikasa gave me weeks back. She was right. Having people to care about you is really nice. I felt slightly better both physically and emotionally than before as we returned to the group. Suddenly, Levi shouted at us to move from the road and a cart rushed at us and picked Jean and Armin up and left. Plan B was put in motion now.

"Mikasa, (Y/N), go after them and see how things are going so far. We need to buy some time for Eren and Historia to get away and we need to ensure their disguises aren't discovered" Levi commanded us and we used our 3DMG to follow them. I noticed that all the movement made me dizzy but I tried my best to focus. They reached a warehouse and took Jean and Armin inside. We looked through the window and after a while, a guy started to touch Armin thinking that’s Historia. "We need to inform this to Heichou. Their disguises will be seen through soon at this rate" I told Mikasa and we flew up on a roof where Levi was sitting.

Mikasa briefed him about everything and asked him how his leg is. I didn't talk to him because I was feeling guilty about lying to him. He told Mikasa and me to take action and told me to give a message to everyone.

We reached that building and infiltrated it. Mikasa and I knocked out the guards with single kicks and waited behind the huge boxes in the Warehouse. A few more people got in after a while and Mikasa and I knocked them out too. I took out the leader and two subordinates and Mikasa took out the others. The leader tried to shoot me with a gun which was in his coat buy Sasha shot an arrow at the gun and stopped him. We tied them up and I told everyone, "Now that we are done here, Heichou gave me a message to give you all..."

Levi POV

I was sitting down behind the bar hiding from Kenny. "So, blowing heads off my team is your new hobby?" I asked him. "Hmm. Adults do things that little runts like you won't understand. Oops, my bad, you're so tiny that it's hard to believe you've grown up. You apparently also got yourself a little lady didn't you?" Kenny laughed. They knew. I felt like my heart stop. They will use her to bait me won't they...

"I don't know what you're talking about" I said calmly. "Oh so a certain (Y/N) (L/N) mean nothing to you? I remember hearing that she even started a bar fight over you" Kenny scoffed. He had more information than I thought. Kenny was talking about how I am as bad as him when I turned a bottle of wine to see his reflection. I took the gun that bar owners have for self defence and used that reflection to shoot him. He had a chair so I was sure it didn't hit him.

I used another chair as distraction, killed a man because he made the mistake of getting caught up by the distraction and used his body to shield the bullets the other two men shot at me and killed them both. I flew towards where the cart could be and found it pretty quickly. I had to warn (Y/N) to stay away from the cart or any threat. I could see the others coming towards me and the cart too. I let them know that three of us were already killed and not to hesitate to kill anyone if they get the chance. No one except (Y/N) and Mikasa said "Roger".

"Jean, Armin go get the cart. Mikasa, assist them. (Y/N), stay away from the cart or any threat. You're a target now too." I told (Y/N) as she looked at me with surprise. Suddenly, another military police member got on the cart along with the driver who pointed her gun towards Jean. The other one was going for Armin. (Y/N), just as I anticipated, didn't follow my order and went to save them. She killed the man with his gun pointing at Armin and Armin shot the woman who had her gun pointed at Jean.

Suddenly, I saw (Y/N) sitting down on the cart with her hands clutching her head. More military police caught up with the cart and I pushed Jean out of the cart while Sasha pushed Armin out. Mikasa was supposed to get (Y/N) out but she missed her because she laid down on the cart suddenly becoming unconscious. Mikasa tried to follow then but I had to stop her and myself. Kenny's plan worked perfectly.

We went back to the abandoned building that Erwin instructed us to go to. The people who were trying to kidnap the doubles of Eren and Historia were tied up there. I was furious and worried about (Y/N). I explained Armin that he wasn't wrong by shooting that woman a while ago. We sat in silence for a while before Mikasa broke the silence by saying, "We could've saved them if you had let me go, Levi Heichou..." I looked at her coldly and said, "No you couldn't save them. They were almost at the gate.".

"My friends were there. We could've saved them if you helped me. But ofcourse, you don't care." Mikasa muttered. Loosing Eren again took a toll on her. "Don't just assume shit" I answered to that. "Now that the military police know about things anyway, there's no reason to hide this anymore. (Y/N) and I are in a relationship. So, Mikasa, you're not the only one who lost someone special to you. Now, stop acting like a child and accept the fact that there was nothing we could've done." I told Mikasa glaring at her. For some reason, everyone looked at Jean after I told them about (Y/N) and myself. "Why are you brats looking at him?" I asked them. "No reason!" Jean shouted out nervously.

"Uh, Heichou?" I heard Connie call me. "What is it?" I asked him. "(Y/N) wanted me to keep this a secret but in this situation, I don't think I should given that you told us about her. (Y/N) was pregnant Heichou." he blurted out. I felt like someone punched me in the guts. Hard. My face clearly showed the shock that I was in and everyone looked at me showing different emotions like being shocked that even I can feel things or being sympathetic about the fact that I couldn't protect her. I buried my face in my palms. I couldn't loose her. I had a child now? I wasn't ready for this but I couldn't loose my child too.

This probably was my only chance I had at having a normal life because I could never build up the courage to start a family by myself. Situation had to force me towards it at some point and it was doing that right when (Y/N) wasn't with me. Suddenly I remembered that she had that pocket knife with her. I made her hide it in her panties so that no one would find it if she's searched. I remembered saying Farlan and Isabelle that I trusted them. I remembered how my trust was broken. However, this time... "I trust her. She will make it out of there" I told everyone. I had no other option than to believe in her.

To be continued...

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