#imagine a muffled “I like the way you kiss me” playing in the bg or smthin haha

[triona-tribblescore]

Did this one a little while ago when I was listening to one of those "Pov you're in a club bathroom" playlists, am currently there again uvu

Extra cursed doodle cause I love to draw angel with a good ol' ciggy

[goodproofingwater]

Transactional (Part Four) - J Cody x Reader

Word count: 1228

Warnings: dd/bg, violence, oral sex, mask play (idk if that’s the right terminology)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Oh god were you fucked. You had contemplated fame or age but you had never thought that Daddy would be a Cody. Even a common criminal would have been better. Instead, you had managed to get involved with a member of a crime family without even intending too.

Great.

But which one was it? Of course you had seen them around, stalking around Oceanside on one job or another. The family were practically celebrities across the state, the three brothers and the matriarch who controlled it all. Then there was the new one, a cousin or something, who most people spoke about because he rode his bike everywhere.

The four men were attractive to say the least, and you had your suspicions who Daddy was from a glance at them. The one with the long brown hair was your second favourite, but also the most likely candidate, and although you knew it shouldn’t turn you on that someone so bad and so criminal wanted you, it very much did.

Your fingers tapped nervously at your bare thigh, you dress having ridden up in the car and you were too nervous to fix it.

Why was he just sitting there? You could see the masked man clenching the steering wheel and you wondered exactly how long you would have to wait until they drove both cars at you. At this point, it couldn’t be anything else, could it? If he had other intentions he would have gotten out of the car by now, right?

“Daddy?” You chanced, and watched his grip tighten around the steering wheel. The engine revved, and you jumped backward, terrified.

“Daddy I’m not… I’m not going to tell anyone. I don’t even know what you look like!”

The engine revved again and you clenched your fists, angry at him for not even allowing you to prove yourself, furious that you were about to die at the hands of a man who you had trusted enough to send multiple incriminating videos and images to. Maybe this is what he did? Maybe he groomed women, paid them and then got his money back after they had died.

“Fine.” You spoke, more to yourself than anyone else before raising your voice so he could hear over the engine, livid that your life was going to end alone in the desert, “but at least do it like a man, you coward”

The engine stopped then, the door ripped open and he gave a nod to the other driver. The car behind you began to back away as Daddy moved toward you, the mask still obscuring his face but you had a better look at his build now that he wasn’t wearing tactical gear. His skin was sunkissed and freckled, his arms gorgeous and his torso built in a way you had imagined him to be. Fuck, even with a gun pointed to your head he still managed to turn you on.

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” he spoke, his voice as gorgeous as you remembered from the previous evening. Instead of cocking the gun, he beckoned you forward with it. Your breath was shaking, nerves and anticipation running through you as you realised this was the closest you had ever been to a man who had made you cum more over the phone than any man had done in real life.

“I have, Daddy I’m sorry…” you spoke, licking your lips, eyes squinting slightly as you tried to see which Cody was behind the mask. It would have been much easier if the mask didn’t obscure the hair too. “I deserve to be punished”

You could almost hear the sound of his grip tightening around his gun, could see his blue eyes considering your words and his arousal began to show through his jeans.

“I—“ you looked around and then turned back to him, licking your lips.

“On your knees,” he spoke, and you couldn’t place the tone of his voice. You began to shake even more as you sunk to your knees, the gun still firmly in his grip threatening you without even pointing at you.

“I should fucking shoot you in the head,” he spoke, anger and lust fighting for dominance in his voice, “you could have got me sent to jail”

“I’m sorry..” you spoke, tears falling softly down your face as you looked up at him, “I— I wasn't thinking daddy, I just...I was just thinking about you..”

“What the fuck were you doing in a hardware store anyway?” He spat, moving closer to you and you jumped back a little

“I— I was getting batteries for tonight. I didn’t want to run out..” she gulped, “Daddy I didn’t call the police. I could have but I didn’t. All I cared about was finding out if it was you standing in front of me.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, and then he sighed.

“The others want me to get rid of you. They think you’re a liability.”

“I-I’m not Daddy, I—“ he crouched down in front of you and shook his head, “I sent you those photos and videos in confidence because I trust you,”

“And because I was paying you”

“Yeah, but daddy I— I’m not gonna say anything. I don’t give a fuck about you robbing a hardware store, all I was thinking about was seeing the face and the body of the man who I moan for every night.”

He seemed satisfied with the answer, and he stood in front of you once more.

“C-can I touch you daddy?” You uttered, and he nodded, his grip on the gun loosening slightly as you moved to palm him through his pants.

“Oh god…” you whispered, making quick work to unzip and pull them down. “Do you know how often I’ve thought about this, Daddy?”

He shook his head, running a thumb along your bottom lip, “why don’t you show me baby girl..”

The mask muffled his voice but it still turned you on, and you nodded before you pulled his shaft from his pants. He was much bigger than you had expected, and you wasted no time in teasing, running your tongue along the underside of his shaft and then kissing the tip as you had done the gun.

You could almost see the smirk on his lips through the mask, and you wished more than anything that he would take it off. You wanted to see how he reacted as you sunk your lips around his shaft, taking him into your throat over and over, but instead you had to settle for his movements. His hands gripped the back of your head, hips thrusting against your mouth as he fucked your throat softly.

All it took was a moan onto his shaft for him to understand that you liked it, and he gripped your hair hard then, looking down at you as he fucked your mouth.

“Oh god babygirl…” he moaned, and you looked up at him with innocent eyes as you took every last thrust until you were swallowing him.

You moved your mouth from him, licking your lips and looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Daddy?” You spoke, and he nodded, placing the gun under your chin to guide you back up to standing.

“In the car. Now.”