#like what the fuck did my weird little boss do now

[mikkomacko]

stopp that was so cute. now i’m thinking of reader helping luke get ready for a first date and she’s like nico’s pretty romantic why don’t you ask him for advice too

“Guys?”

Nico looks up from the mixing bowl of cream cheese frosting, pausing his whisking when he notices the way Luke is anxiously holding onto the edges of his shirt.

Perched on the counter where you were previously watching over his baking, you now share a concerned look before looking to Luke, forcing an airy smile.

“What’s up Lukey?” You ask, and the boy makes a weird twitchy motion with his arms, tentatively stepping further into the kitchen.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

“You just did,” Nico says, wincing when you smack at his shoulder. You give a look, Nico placing his mixing spoon against the edge of the bowl and standing up straight.

“Of course you can,” you amend, waving him into the kitchen. Luke takes a nervous breath, treading lightly as he leans his elbows onto the bar stools across from you too.

“I think I have a date.” He says, eyebrows pinching together and Nico almost laughs. If the energy in here weren’t so serious he might. How does he not know if he has a date or not?

“That’s great Luke!” You gasp, slipping off the edge of the counter and leaning onto it instead, eager to hear all the details.

“I just…” Luke cringes, “haven’t really been on a date. What do I like wear or take her to do?”

For the umpteenth time in his life, Nico thanks the universe you’re here because he’s gone his fair of dates, but they’ve all been with you. And by the time he actually took you on a date, he’d been sleeping with you for months.

“Well do you have any ideas of what you’d want to do?” You ask gently and Luke, helpless, shakes his head.

“What did you guys do?”

Two pairs of eyes fall on him, Luke’s begging and yours overly fond. Like just the question of a first date has you giggling and blushing remembering the one he shared with you.

“I mean, it was different for us,” Nico explains carefully, and out of the corner of his eyes he sees your form rise, arms crossing over your chest as you await his next words.

“We’d been seeing each other for a bit before we went on a date,” he continues, “so she knew a lot about me and my life.”

“You still had to plan a date though, right?” Luke prods and Nico nods. “So what was it?”

“A boat ride.” He says and at the same time you respond, “Lego building.”

The kitchen goes silent, you and Nico both turning to each other with confused gazes. Almost offended, you jab a finger into his apron covered chest. “That’s our first date to you?!”

He scoffs, “You accept Legos as a date?”

“Yes,” you frown, “you went all out for it. There were candles and you made a little pallet on the floor with pillows and we had wine. That’s romantic!”

“A sunset boat ride with dinner is romantic.” He counters.

“You did a lot of romantic things!” You defend, “Maybe you don’t know it because Mr. Stone cold Mafia Boss couldn’t admit he had a heart, but we were dating long before that boat ride.”

Nico pauses because you’re right technically. He did have those Lego nights with you, the ones with cheesy movies and takeout and wine as his way of dating you without admitting to himself he was dating you. And while they were so fun and some of his favorite moments with you, he never saw them as dates. Never saw them as anything good enough to be labeled a date, especially not for you.

“I mean, it was just legos. That’s not special enough to be a date right?”

Your features soften, eyes going all moony.

“You thought I was building Lego’s with a fuck buddy Hisch? Some of those legos are still in this house.”

He can feel his neck getting warm, embarrassed that this conversation is happening in front of Luke of all people.

“I-I don’t know. Sometimes we fucked afterwards.”

Luke makes a gagging noise. “Alright stop. Obviously we’ve got a mix up here which is what I’m trying to avoid-“ he pointedly looks at Nico. “How did you know it was a date?”

It’s directed at you this time, and you turn to Luke with a cute little shrug. “I mean it’s Nico. It’s obvious when something means something to him and that night he just…was different. It felt different, it felt like a date.”

Luke blinks, staring at you in disbelief. “I think you’re the only person that can describe a Nico emotion as obvious.”

You laugh a little, bumping your hip against Nico’s and he can’t help but grab at your waist, pulling you into his side. He had no idea you knew, that you saw him that wholly even back then. When he was still playing denial games with his heart, you knew it all.

“I can’t believe you accepted a first date that was that lame.” He teases, his heart fluttering in his chest. “If it were with anyone else but me, I’d say you should’ve ran.”

You pinch at his side, shaking your head in amusement. “I had fun with you,” you say earnestly, “and it was intimate. You and me. I remember thinking that night that there was no way you were actually a mob boss, that the person in front of me building floral Lego’s could kill someone.”

Nico blushes, shrugging bashfully. He never thought of it that way. That was one of the first times you saw him as just him, off guard in the privacy of his secure home, without the haze of lust or sex.

It was intimate, raw feeling. Hell he had picked Lego’s in the first place because he was so nervous he didn’t know what to do with his hands, needing something to keep them busy.

“Well why’d you say the boat ride?”

A little startled, Nico looks to Luke, having completely forgotten he was there in the first place.

“Well when I told her I was picking her up that night, it was the first big thing I had ever planned. I mean, I had to do reservations and plan food and what to wear and if it would be a day that worked with her schooling. It was just a big deal and I thought you deserved a first date that was a big deal. Special ya know?”

Luke’s mouth is open. “Wait you rented a whole boat with dinner for a first date?”

“Umm yeah?”

His voice is a pitch higher when he rushes out, “well I can’t do that! I can’t pull off the mafioso, rich first date!”

You laugh, holding out two hands in a calming motion. “You don’t have to go big Luke,” you ease him. “You can find a good middle. To Nico, Legos were too small for a first date. To me, a private boat ride was too big for a first date. But it worked because it was meant to be.”

Luke lets out a whiny huff. “I think I’m even more confused. I mean Nico pulled you doing both of those and he didn’t even realize it. So what do I do?”

“Ok,” you say thoughtfully, “just pick something that’ll make you comfortable, something familiar. And just fine tune the details, make them romantic or personal. That’s what makes it’s a date.”

“Intentional,” Nico adds, “you gotta show her that you put some effort in without having to say it. Because if you say it-“

“Well then you’re just cocky.” You finish for him. “For example, the Lego date, I loved it because it was different. It was something I hadn’t done with Nico before and it was just light and sweet. But I loved the boat ride too because it was when I knew things had changed for him.”

Curiously, Nico nudges you. “You knew I was serious then?”

You bite your lip a bit, nodding. “Yeah. I mean you had trimmed your beard and you were wearing actual nice clothes. And no hat. I remember almost tripping over my feet when I saw you because you just looked so…romantic.”

Nico had trimmed his beard for that. And he’d agonized over what to wear, what looked casual enough to not freak you out but nice enough for you to know it was a date. And he’d even gotten a hair cut, though it seems like you hadn’t noticed.

“You looked nice too,” he reminisces, “your sundress and the way you had your hair. I thought you looked like a Bond girl or something, all pretty on a yacht with me.”

You don’t say anything to him, but you lean into his side, cheeks tinging pink. Letting out an airy breath, you look to Luke again.

“What was your idea for the date?”

He shrugs. “Ice skating maybe? I know I’m at least good at it and then if I get nervous I don’t have to actually be looking right at her ya know?”

“Oh that’s perfect!” You compliment, lacing your hands together with excitement. “It’s the perfect balance of sweet but innocent.”

“Casual,” Nico adds thinking of the Lego date, “but romantic too.” Like the boat date.

“Really?” Luke asks incredulously. “You think it’s ok?”

“She’ll love it,” you assure. “Just do the classic love story, clichés ok? That’s where the magic is.”

Nico bites back a laugh when Luke’s expression turns helpless again. “What do you mean? Clichés?”

And oh god Nico can’t take this anymore.

“Look Luke,” he says, that bit of mob authority dripping into his tone. “It’s a date, one you planned and are taking the lead on. So show her that. You gotta be…a man. And not in a douchey, toxic way. You just need to make sure she feels seen, paid attention to.”

“Safe,” you say softly, “hold her hand when you’re skating so she won’t fall. And make sure she’s wearing her seatbelt in the car. That her jacket or gloves or whatever are warm enough. Stuff like that.”

Luke nods. “Like tying her skates for her?”

Nico smiles. “Yeah that’s perfect. And speaking from experience, make sure she’s not hungry or thirsty or whatever. You don’t have to be overbearing, but as long as she knows you care and you’re paying attention, it’ll work out.”

He seems more relaxed when he looks between you two, no longer fidgeting and nervously twitching. “Feed her too? That’s not like too much? Dinner and skating?”

Nico groans in disbelief. “No it’s not too much. Just take my card and you can borrow one of the nice cars, and make sure she’s comfortable, ok?”

Luke nods, then turns to you. “Can I get ready here? Like you’ll help me with my hair and stuff?”

“Of course,” you smile warmly, “I’d love to.”

You both give him a minute, his gaze on the counter top as he takes everything in but then he’s standing up straight, nodding his head with a new found confidence. “Ok, yeah. Thanks guys.”

“No problem bud,” Nico says and you both silently watch as he makes his way back to the living room where the other boys are.

“He’s going to throw up isn’t he?” You ask

“Oh yeah,” Nico agrees, propping his hip against the counter so he can look at you. “Maybe I shouldn’t have offered one of our cars.”

You laugh, smile all beautiful and eyes bright and soft. Even with him covered in powdered sugar residue and smears of dried cake batter, and you press into his chest.

“The Legos,” Nico murmurs, “they were a date. I just didn’t want you to know that. Thinking that I gave you a cheap first date or something. But it was a date to me too.”

“I was in college Nico,” you say, “Lego’s were not a cheap date to me.”

Chuckling to himself, Nico leans down to press his lips to yours.

“The boat ride,” you murmur against his mouth and he hums in acknowledgment, palming at your hips. “You did look so good. So good I wanted to fuck you on the deck of the boat.”

Smirking, he pecks your lips again. “Yeah baby I know.”

But you didn’t and he didn’t either. Because it was romantic and sweet and everything a perfect date should be.

[one-of-many-mothmen]

I feel like if Jon had snapchat, his story would be completely unhinged. Like his story would be a picture of a cat and then a video of him running from the cops. A picture of his tea and a statement, then a picture of a dead body in an abandoned house. Just some really weird shit.

[cybersunnie]

rock-a-bye baby

RAFE CAMERON helps his drunk stepsister get ready for bed.

includes 18+ MDNI / DUBCON / STEPCEST / fem!drunk!reader / unprotected sex (pull out method) / rafe being an unreliable narrator / emotional manipulation / misogynistic undertones / wc 1.9k this is a work of fiction. the behaviors depicted do not reflect my personal beliefs, nor do i endorse or condone such behavior in real life.

Rafe hated that you were his stepsister. 

A little over two years ago, you and your mom moved into his home, and because you all lived under the same roof, that made you family. Bullshit. What you were was an extra mouth to feed. A new problem he didn’t want.

And now, with your arm thrown over his shoulders, Rafe was forced to help you up the stairs. 

A party was thrown at the Boneyard, and you clearly had too much to drink. He wasn’t exactly sober either, but you were slurring your words and couldn’t walk straight to save your life. A part of him wondered if you were playing it up. While he was tempted to leave you behind as not to deal with you, he knew his dad would be pissed if he had, and his dad already disliked him enough.

Eventually, the two of you made it to your room, and you fell face-first to your bed, nuzzling into your warm sheets. Rafe scoffed, a hand running down his face as he turned to leave, but you stopped him.

“Rafe,” your muffled voice called out.

He looked at you and saw you hadn’t moved a muscle. “What?”

You raised an arm. “Clothes.”

“What fucking clothes?”

When he failed to read your mind, a groan left your lips, and you rolled onto your back, a frown tugging your features. 

Oh, he would do anything to wipe that off your face. 

You squinted and then pointed at the clothes dresser behind him. “Nightgown. Top left drawer,” you ordered, the words strung together. Rafe couldn’t believe you were bossing him around. When he didn’t move, you pouted, “Please?”

Spoiled brat. 

But because he was a good stepbrother, he bit back his snippy comments and went to retrieve your nightgown. As he opened the designated drawer, his eyes were immediately drawn to your lace panties. You must have forgotten that those were with your collection of nightgowns. He cocked a brow and picked one up, the fabric soft between his fingers. Who the fuck were you wearing these for? A little boyfriend he didn’t know about? 

Rafe looked over his shoulder, and while you were preoccupied counting how many fingers you had on each hand, he slid it into his pocket. He didn’t know why he did it. An act on pure impulse, he supposed. You wouldn’t notice if one went missing, right? 

He cleared his throat and grabbed a nightgown, tossing it to you. 

“Nice panties,” he commented, maybe a little too casually.

Once you processed his words, a smirk tugged on his lips. You wore a scowl, but he knew you were embarrassed. 

You huffed. “Shut up. You’re so weird.”

Before he could say anything more, you started taking off your shirt. 

Everything within Rafe told him that that was his cue to leave, but his feet were glued to the ground. You didn’t ask him to go. Maybe you still needed him there. Maybe you wanted him to watch. That must be it. You wanted him to see what you were hiding under those clothes. 

After some struggle, you pulled your shirt over your head, movements sluggish. His eyes traced the length of your shoulders, then lingered on your tits for a second too long. Even if he was your stepbrother, he was still a man. And a man had the right to admire the female body. Surely, you would understand.

“You can go now, y’know?” 

His gaze snapped to your face. You looked confused, wary. Fuck, what was he doing? He should leave like you said. No, he couldn’t. Not yet. 

Rafe found himself closing your bedroom door. He turned the lock. Click. “Nah, I’m gonna help you get ready for bed.” 

There was a long pause. “I don’t need help.”

“Cut the shit. You can’t even walk without tripping over yourself.” Rafe walked towards your bed, crouching once he was in front of you. He placed a hand on your knee. “C’mon, just let your big brother help, hm?”

He could see the gears in your mind starting to turn, but you must have ignored it because you said, “You’re barely a year older than me.”

Rafe hummed, unfazed. 

The hand on your knee lifted to the button of your shorts. “Let’s take this shit off,” he murmured, his eyes flicking to your face. You were just watching. 

When he unbuttoned and unzipped it, you moved, putting on your nightgown. Poor thing. Were you getting shy? Did you not want him to see you in just your lingerie? His fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and gave a light tug. Not needing further instruction, you stood up, and he pulled it down your legs, fighting back a grin.

Too fucking easy.

As you stepped out of your shorts, a hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, Rafe stared up at you. The nightgown you wore was white and silky and stopped above your knees. He itched to push them up. Luckily, he didn’t have to do a thing. You raised the silk fabric just enough to allow you to remove your bra, and his gaze dropped to where your breasts were, your nipples hardening underneath. His lips parted, and he sank to his knees.

“Rafe, what’re you doing?” you asked, your eyes still hazy from the alcohol you drank.

Only then did he realize that his hands snuck up your nightgown, fingers gripping your thighs. He was mortified. Not because of what he was doing but rather at the thought you would reject him completely.

He loosened his hold on you. “I’m just, uh, testing the waters.” 

A crease formed between your brows. “What?”

“I’m testing—” his hands slid further up, “—the waters.”

And then Rafe paused. He waited for a reaction from you. For you to slap him. Curse him out. Anything. But it never came. 

Instead, you reached down to pry his hands off you. “Stop, what—? I don’t understand.”

“I do.” He held you tighter, closer, his chin hitting your abdomen as he stared at you, eyes wide and frantic. You pushed his head, though your attempt was weak. “You want this. You want me.”

You stilled. There was a look that loomed over your eyes. Fear. Fear because he was right. No matter how forbidden it was. How fucked it was. You wanted him. You wouldn’t admit that to yourself, but he knew that to be true. He just needed to find proof to help you realize. So, Rafe pushed up your nightgown and worked to spread your legs apart. And there it was, your cotton panties clinging to your already weeping cunt. 

“I fucking knew it,” he whispered, and his thumb hovered over your clothed pussy. “Shit, you’re so wet.” 

You shoved his hand away and squeezed your thighs shut. He watched your gaze dart around your room as if the walls were closing in. You looked overwhelmed—ashamed that you had been caught wanting him the same way he wanted you. No, he couldn’t have that. 

He stood up, hands reaching for your face. “Hey, hey, you’re good,” he soothed, searching for your eyes, your cheeks hot under his palms. 

Finally, you looked at him. “Rafe, I—”

“You trust me, right?” He gestured to himself, fingers tapping his chest. “Right?”

You shook your head. “Yes, but we can’t—”

He shushed you, your name a whisper. “We can. We just gotta be lowkey ‘bout it, yeah?”

You looked torn, your morals pulling you one way and your desires another. But Rafe had you stretched thin, and you caved in like he knew you would. “Right, yeah.”

A pleased smile flashed across his face. “I’m gonna take care of you,” he promised, your cheeks smushed between his hands, “gonna make you feel so good.”

Then he leaned in, his nose nudging yours. You didn’t pull away. He took that as an invitation and kissed you. The first was fleeting, lips brushing, barely there. You still didn’t pull away. After that, he didn’t hold back. He licked into your mouth, hungry. You tasted like the beer you got drunk on, and now he was getting drunk on you. For something considered so vile, he never felt more alive. If this sin were his doom, he would die a happy man.

Rafe was the first to part. “Turn ‘round.” You did as you were told. He placed a hand on your shoulder and another on the small of your back. “Bend over for me. That’s it, fuck, look at you.”

He had envisioned you like this before, but seeing it with his own eyes made his cock stir. With a suppressed groan, he folded over you, his chest pressed against your back, trapping you between him and your mattress. “Gonna make this quick, don’t worry.” His hand slid between the two bodies, working to get his shorts off. “Wouldn’t want us getting caught.”

He felt you nod. You didn’t resist. 

Everything after that blurred together. Movements rushed and jittery and fueled by unadulterated lust.

Rafe had your nightgown flipped over your ass and your panties down at your ankles, his hips rutting into you. He had to clamp his hand over your mouth to mute your whines, one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He knew he should feel disgusted with himself, but he wasn’t. Not one bit. He was right where he wanted to be, buried deep in your warm, wet pussy. And you wanted this, too. He knew you did, despite the glazed look in your eyes. You were just lost in the pleasure of it all. 

“Takin’ this dick so well,” he breathed into your ear, his thrusts growing desperate. “Shit, gonna make sure you don’t need anyone else. Just me. That sounds nice, huh?” 

His mindless murmurs went unanswered. 

You blinked once. Twice. You whimpered into his palm. 

That was enough for him.

It was better you stayed quiet, anyway. You wouldn’t want everyone in Tannyhill to know how much of a slut you were, letting your stepbrother fuck you like this. Rafe would hate for that to happen to you. 

When your cunt fluttered around his cock, he stifled a moan and sunk his teeth into your shoulder. He wasn’t going to last much longer. But he was keeping his word—he would make this quick. His hips stuttered against your ass, chasing his release, wishing he could just cum in your tight pussy with no risk of you getting pregnant. 

With one last thrust, he pulled out, stroking his cock until he came, painting your ass with his cum. 

He panted, his chest rising and falling. Satisfied, he stuffed his softening dick back into his boxers and put on his shorts, making sure the lace panty he took was still in his pocket. Slowly, you lifted your head off your bed and tried to push yourself up, your arms trembling. 

“Don’t, alright?” Rafe leaned over you, his hand brushing back the strands of hair stuck to your face. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you.”

There wasn’t much fight left in you. Not when you were drunk and all fucked out. So when your eyes found him, you dropped back to the mattress, nodding. He smoothed his thumb across your cheek then kissed your temple. And Rafe did as promised. He cleaned you up, helped you brush your teeth, and tucked you into bed. 

Like a good stepbrother would.

sunnie speaks! stepbro!rafe lacks sooo much self-awareness its crazy. also literally the filthiest thing i ever wrote. but i hope you freaks found how fucked up he is interesting to read?? i guess??? — remember, this is a work of fiction! let's chat about stepbro!rafe

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[captainreecejames]

Down Bad || My Ex is a Footballer OP81 Edition

links [masterlist][my ex series masterlist]

summary it's time you date someone actually your age

pairings ex!andy robertson x reader, oscar piastri x reader

warnings not a good relationship with robertson, cursing

notes guys I'm not a liverpool fan so this was hard for me [kidding]. this took so long because I had trouble getting the dynamic right also I got a new job and working two places has not been easy but I gotta make money in this world.

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Help! My boyfriend’s hot boss wants to fuck- us both???

MDNI

Pairing: Toji x reader x Sukuna

Content: threesome, dom! Sukuna, brat! Toji, brat! reader (kind of), orgasm denial, oral - f. and m. receiving, P I V, choking (briefly), dirty talk, mentions of cucking Toji, creampie

Toji’s been acting… weird.

And yeah, he’s not the most normal guy on the planet usually, but lately he’s been… different weird.

It all started a few weeks ago, a long night at the club and so many drinks in you’d hardly noticed the strange behaviour at all.

You were perched on his lap because apparently you were his “lucky charm” when it came to poker, even though as far as you were aware he had yet to win a single game of it through this method. Usually, it was sukuna who took home the pot.

Sukuna, Toji’s boss, the “king of the underground”. How the arrangement came to be and what Toji actually did for him, was beyond you. You probably didn’t want to know the details, honestly. All you knew was that he made shit loads of money off it and sometimes came home with bloody, bruised knuckles, whining about how much his back hurt.

Every single person at that table casually playing poker was probably a wanted criminal in at least 4 countries, and sukuna was most likely wanted in all 195.

You… didn’t really know what to think of Sukuna. Since you’d been given permission to attend these “meetings”- if they can be called that. It was mostly just grown men throwing poker chips at each other and whining like babies when they lost- he kind of just looked at you like a piece of meat he wanted to eat raw.

Sure, he was… attractive, in the same kind of way a werewolf or other terrifying cryptid might be. If you liked bungee jumping and chasing tornadoes you might also like being around the walking, talking, yelling threat that is Sukuna.

So, really, it wasn’t out of character when they were discussing some job you were tuning out the details of and Sukuna said “if you fuck this up Toji, I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.”

The out of character part, the whole thing that first made your mind clock Toji’s behaviour in the first place, is that his dick had fucking twitched underneath you at Sukuna’s words.

You’d instantly twisted to look at him incredulously, expecting one of his smug smirks or a whispered “stop wiggling so much, damn tease” to signify it was you who caused his dick to jump to attention, but no.

He looked caught, red-fucking-handed.

And you hadn’t pressed then, too afraid to shatter the weird atmosphere and maybe just a bit too drunk to voice your thoughts, but you’d tucked it away into the back of your drunken mind.

That wasn’t the only instance of Toji’s behaviour, and, well, Sukuna’s actions, too;

It was throwaway comments. strange, charged eye contact. Tension, but not the violent kind. It all lead you like breadcrumbs to the blaring neon sign that said “Toji has weird sexual tension with his boss!”

Now, the question was, what to do with this new information?

Do you confront him? He seemed weirded out by it enough himself- your input probably didn’t help the situation at all.

And you too, were not spared from Sukuna’s torment. He still eyed you like he wanted to eat you whole, but more blatantly. His gaze was sharpened into something more explicit. Something dangerous.

Something… promising.

He made comments now to you, too. Things Toji would usually break a guys jaw for, but when Sukuna said them he just grumbled and squirmed under you. Sukuna even ogled at the cleavage spilling from your low-cut tops as if he had every right to do so. Usually you were spared from such leering because really, who wanted to piss off your scary boyfriend.

But if toji was a predator, sukuna was the fucking apex.

Sukuna, ever the sadist, just eyed the both of you up like you were some twisted little experiment he was figuring out the right ingredients for. He poked and prodded, making note of what gives- what made your ears turn pink and Toji’s hips squirm.

Just like now, sitting alone on the peeling leather booth of the old bar they like to have their little meetings in because Toji “had to piss” (as he so eloquently announced) you’re trying not to get swallowed whole from Sukuna’s stare. Being left alone with him felt like being left unattended with a wild grizzly, and you were avoiding eye contact as to not challenge him.

“You’re awfully shy for a girl who lets her boyfriend finger her in a dirty bathroom stall, like a slut.”

You freeze, your eyes that had previously been flickering around anywhere but him going stock wide and sliding almost robotically to meet his smug gaze.

So, he’d noticed that?

Just a few nights prior, things had gotten hot and heavy on Toji’s lap during the usual poker game, dirty whispers and casual grinding escalating into your devil of a boyfriend dragging you to the bathroom, whispering huskily in your ear that “no one will notice, doll.”

Fucking liar.

But Sukuna’s words don’t exactly sound accusing or disgusted, they sound… intrigued. Like he’s pointing out a pretty sunset or a painting in a museum, not two horny fucks getting it on in a grimy bar bathroom. It’s almost like he’s… egging it on.

Your mouth opens, but Toji saves you by returning from his piss break, and you’re thankful because you truly didn’t know how to respond. He slides into the booth next to you, grabbing your hips and dragging you onto your rightful place in his lap. A husky “did you miss me, baby?” whispered into your ear.

The night had been relatively “normal” after that, as normal as it can’t be surrounded by criminals gambling. But you hadn’t forgotten Sukuna’s words, they had settled deep in your mind and then slipped somewhere lower, somewhere cantered between two clenched thighs.

You’re so. Damn. Bored.

It had been about a week since the last time you’d visited the club, coincidentally the night sukuna had confronted your little rendezvous in the bathroom, because Toji had been picking up jobs left and right, spending long nights away doing god knows what for Sukuna while you sat in bed and stared at the wall.

You’re not complaining, exactly. You know toji is doing it for the betterment of both your lives, bringing home the bacon- or whatever.

But you missed him.

You missed your big, burly, grumpy man dearly. You missed waking up beside him, hearing his sleepy grumbles and swiping your hand through his adorable bed head, kissing the wrinkles on his cheeks from the pillow. You missed falling asleep next to him curled in his big, strong arms, being dragged into his warm chest with the feeling of his breath on your neck lulling you to sleep.

But he had early mornings now, and late nights. And he was gone before you woke up and got home long after you’d fallen asleep.

He’d done his best to satisfy you both lately, quick fucks in the shower or over the couch in the fleeting moments he was home, but you missed domesticity. Lazy, sweet sex that you could take your time with.

Just the thought of it now has your thighs squeezing together, when you picture Toji out there, being strong and capable at his job when he could be between your legs instead, giving you both what you’ve needed for a week.

Your strong, capable, big, bad, sexy, competent boyfriend-

your hand is twitches, itching to slink under your sleep shorts and rub one out to the thought of Toji, but suddenly, an even better idea pops into your brain.

Toji’s out there, right now, on a job. Probably feeling as bored and lonely as you are, counting down the minutes until he can come home and slip into bed next to you.

A present, then, for his hard work, something to tide him over. Yeah, that’s what it is- you tell yourself, as you open the camera on your phone and slip your shorts down- just a present for being such a good boyfriend.

You make sure to get a good angle, but after you’ve taken the picture and you open his contact to send it, a rush of adrenaline shoots through you. Will he be mad? He’s on a job, and if you make him pop a boner there’s literally nothing he can do about it.

Is he going to come home grumpy later and angrily fuck your brains out as punishment?

Hopefully, you think, and then you press send.

You hold your breath, waiting for any sort of response- maybe some dirty talk, maybe a “you’re so beautiful, baby.” Or maybe just a promise of what he was going to do to you later, but when the read receipt pops up and your anticipation peaks- there’s nothing.

You tap a nail on the back of your phone impatiently, an angry crease in your brow. Minutes go by, nothing but the tiny ‘read’ in the bottom of your screen to keep you company.

Fucking fine, if he was going to be a dick and totally ignore nude etiquette and leave you on opened, then you weren’t waiting around for him at all. Dickhead.

You weren’t really sure when you’d fallen asleep, but you wake with a start when the crash of the front door being thrown open rings through your apartment. Rubbing tired eyes, the sound of loud footsteps and voices jumpstart your sleep-riddled brain into overdrive.

What the hell? Voices, plural?

The bedroom door opens up to show two large, imposing figures blotting out the hallway light, one of them you instantly recognize as Toji, but the other-

“Aw, did we wake you, little brat?”

Wake you? They just about gave you a damn heart attack!-

hey, wait.

What the fuck is Ryomen Sukuna doing in your bedroom?

He must enjoy the dumbstruck expression on your face, because his mouth splits into a wolfish grin, and you feel like you could spontaneously combust into flames right then and there with the heat of his red eyes on you.

When your eyes slide to Toji though, your confusion only deepens. Because you’ve never seen him look so… flustered.

You’d almost say he was pissed- his signature grumpy scowl twisting his face, but when your eyes drag down-

Oh.

The boner almost looks painful at this point, poking up through his work slacks like a monument of sin. You lick your lips.

Interesting.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Sukuna just raises a brow like you’re stupid. “I’m making sure he fucks you properly, obviously.” Your breath gets caught in your throat.

Oh, yeah, obviously. How could you be so stupid. Obviously, your boyfriend’s boss is here to micromanage your sex life like some kind of sick and twisted referee.

Out of your peripheral, Toji takes a step towards the bed. When your shocked stare slides from Sukuna to him again, and you really look at him, you notice how truly disheveled he looks. His hair is mussed, his cheeks tinged pink and his chest is rising and falling rapidly like he-

Jesus, did he fucking run all the way here?

What you really notice though, is how hungry he looks. He looks damn near starved, like he’s just played three weeks of survivor and you’re some greasy cheeseburger.

Between the two large men eyeing you up like a meal, you feel utterly naked.

“Fucks me… properly?” You don’t even know what you’re asking here, maybe you’re just prolonging the inevitable conclusion of this encounter because your heart still hasn’t stopped racing like a cornered rabit.

Sukuna tuts, annoyed. “Clearly he hasn’t been fucking you properly, if you feel the need to send him pictures of your pretty, leaking pussy.”

Your eyes widen impossibly wider. Oh, shit.

That nude you sent Toji earlier- Sukuna had seen that? That’s why you were left on opened?

What the fuck. You pin toji with a glare, but he just rolls his eyes, scoffing and crossing two burly arms over his chest.

“Told you not to send shit while I was at work, baby. Sorry ‘bout it.”

Yeah, he doesn’t look sorry at all, adjusting himself in his pants and eyeing sukuna like a dog awaiting a command.

Fuck that.

“Well, you going to fuck me about it, or what?”

He perks up like a wolf scenting prey, and as if almost on auto pilot stalks to the end of the bed and crawls to your seated position.

Up close, you can see the desperation in his eyes, all of the weeks of pent up frustration at not being able to fuck each other properly rising to the surface like lava, his eyes turned glossy and hooded dangerously. It’s almost like Sukuna’s presence disappears completely when he leans in, and you can feel his breath on your lips, your eyes sliding shut in anticipation of his mouth crashing into yours-

Until a hot groan is spilled against your mouth, Toji’s head tipping backwards away from you, and you’re about to ask what the fuck it wrong with him until you notice the big hand fisting his hair.

Oh.

Ohhhh, fuck.

He looks even more fucked out like this, the mouth-watering column of his neck exposed, his green eyes drooping in annoyance and something darker, sinful. It has your legs rubbing together under the covers you’ve yet to crawl out of, a stab of heat rushing into the apex of your thighs.

“We agreed I would get the first taste, brat.” And you don’t even get the chance to reel at the fact that sukuna just called Toji brat before a sharp mouth is smashing into your gaped one.

instantly, you know it’s not Toji kissing you, even with your eyes squeezed shut. The kiss is dominating in a way you haven’t experienced before, because where Toji drove his tongue in your mouth with pure hunger and lust, Sukuna felt like he was fucking conquering you.

There wasn’t an inch of your mouth left untouched, like he was sizing you up, feeling just how much he could take from you, just how far he could push you before you broke.

And all you could do was sit there and take it. Truly, you can’t be blamed when Sukuna’s big hand wraps around your throat, and you moan into his mouth, his lips smirking against yours at the noise. You hardly even notice Toji’s hand sneaking under the blankets until it squeezes your thigh, and your head tips back in Sukuna’s hold until your mouths part so you can whine, overwhelmed by the multiple hands on you.

Sukuna hums. “You’re enjoying a strangers hands on you? dirty little slut.” His fingers squeeze tighter around your neck.

Mouth opening, an argument about how he’s not really a stranger on the tip of your tongue but Toji has somehow slithered a hand into your shorts and runs two thick fingers through your wet folds, so all that comes out is a moan.

“Yeahhh, you are. Fuck, look at how wet you are, baby.” Toji groans, his hand sliding out of the blankets, three sets of eyes focusing on the way they glint in the light from the hallway. A slick sound barely audible comes from the way your thighs shuffle together, but you’re sure both keen sets of ears in front you pick up on it nonetheless.

Shit, Toji’s right, you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life.

And the problem only gets worse when sukuna grabs Toji’s wrist and shoves his fingers into your open mouth, all three of you groaning in unison.

Sukuna clearly has had enough of the barrier between you and decides to rip the duvet off, leaving you yelping around Toji��s fingers at the rush of cold air. But you don’t have long to suffer before Sukuna’s warm hands are sliding up your legs, both coming together in a fistfull of your shorts before ripping them off you.

You jump, detaching from Toji’s fingers immediately “fuck you! Those were my favourite-“ the words are cut off when you choke as Sukuna circles your clit with one burly thumb, your head tipping forward with a moan to watch the new fingers familiarize themselves with your pussy, your favourite shorts instantly forgotten.

“She always this mouthy?” Sukuna glances at your boyfriend, who merely grins and says “yeah, you just gotta fuck it out of her.”

And you would have been angry about the conversation happening about you if not for the two thick fingers sliding into you, stretching your walls out in one go. Your head tips backwards this time, a choked gasp leaving you, overwhelmed by the way they curl instantly into your g spot.

But as soon as the pleasure rocks through you, it’s being taken away mercilessly. However, your whine of complaint gets caught in your throat when Sukuna brings his fingers up to his own lips, sucking your arousal off of them, groaning at your taste.

Then, sending a sharp flash of heat to your stomach, he brings his fingers to Toji’s mouth, bullying them in there before he had a chance to refuse. You almost worry that your boyfriend is going to bite them right off, but his eyes dip ever so slightly downward and he sucks the remaining slick of Sukuna’s fingers.

Wow.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Sukuna pulls his fingers out of Toji’s mouth to hear his response.

“Fuck yeah, she’s does.” Toji groans, bringing a wrist up to wipe the remaining wetness off his chin.

“So? Eat her out then. She’s clearly begging for it.”

“I was already fucking going to-” But Sukuna’s cuts off Toji’s grumbled words when he reaches an impatient hand onto the back of his head and all but shoves his face into your pussy.

Truly, you don’t know who moans louder- you, from the feeling of Toji’s tongue on your clit, - Toji, from the unwavering pressure at the back of his head and the taste of you on his tongue- or sukuna, the wet sounds the both of you were making from where you were sinfully connected sending heat straight into his gut.

With a drunken moan, your back arches off the bed from the incessant stimulation, and Sukuna’s eyes must get drawn to the apex of your body because he seems to suddenly be immensely offended that your shirt is still on you, his hand leaving Toji’s head (he’s not going anywhere) and dragging the article off.

Your nipples pebble under the coolness assaulting them and sukuna coos at them, one mean hand coming up to pinch the puckered skin, a whine leaving you at the extra stimulation. Your hips grind into toji’s skillful mouth when Sukuna’s tongue descends onto your other nipple, the feeling bordering on too much.

your body doesn’t seem to know whether to bend away or towards the overwhelming pleasure, so you just squirm side to side. one of Toji’s big palms comes up to pin your hips to the bed with his brute strength, grumbling into your pussy to “stop movin’.” the vibrations going straight to your pussy.

Shit, this was escalating much faster than your nervous system had time to keep up with, the end result being your orgasm rushing up to meet you way quicker than usual.

“F-fuck! Think I’m g-gonna…” just as your hips stutter against Toji’s face, your mouth opening in a loud moan, the blinding pleasure is being ripped away from you when Sukuna fists a big hand in Toji’s hair and tugs, his mouth separating from your pussy with a broken groan.

“Did I say you could cum yet, brat?”

Well he sure as hell didn’t say you couldn’t!

You whine, your hips grinding against nothing, the stark difference between overwhelming touch and no touch at all making your head spin and tears spring to your eyes.

“P-please, can I-“

“No, you beg for it.” To emphasize who he’s talking to he shakes Toji’s head slightly, and you can literally see him swallow his groan. “Beg me, to let you make her cum.”

You stare incredulously at sukuna, wondering if maybe he woke up on the wrong planet today because is he seriously asking Toji Fushiguro, to beg?

“Let me- fuck- let me make her cum.” The words are honestly a lot nicer than you thought they’d be, but clearly sukuna isn’t impressed because he just scoffs, offended.

“Wow, that was the shittiest begging I’ve ever heard.”

And yet he still shoves Toji’s head back between your legs, your hips twitching backwards at the unexpected stimulation but sukuna just uses his free hand to wrap around your throat, pinning you in place against the sheets.

Toji, with renewed vigor slides two fingers up to your entrance, slipping them inside with little to no resistance because of how fucking wet you are, groaning at the way you squeeze around them. you gasp, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the added pressure, hips twitching.

Your orgasm is barreling up towards you even faster than last time, three pumps of Toji’s fingers before the telltale clamping of your walls and the stuttering of your hips signifies a swift end-

Until Sukuna tugs Toji’s head back again, and you think genuine tears of pain roll down your cheeks from the second loss, your hips grinding down on Toji’s fingers still inside you- but it’s not enough. The urge to punch Toji yourself and make him beg for your orgasm rushes through you as the high slips away from your grasp.

Sukuna tilts Toji’s head back until he can look right into his eyes.

“Beg. Me.” It’s not a request anymore, it’s a demand. the growled words almost throw you over that edge by themselves, your pussy clamping down on Toji’s fingers and screaming at him to move them.

Toji growls, and you’d almost think he was about to call the whole thing off out of pure anger until you see his hips grind against the matress.

Oh. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Fucking- please, let me make her cum.” Holy shit. You swear you hear angels sing over the pounding of blood in your ears, because did Toji just say please? The words sounded painful coming out like they absolutely killed him to say, like they went against everything he believed in, but he said them nonetheless.

Maybe you should have invited sukuna over earlier.

The pink haired man doesn’t seem nearly as shocked by the words as you are, if anything he just grins like he knew he could make him break. But you don’t really have time to think about it much because Sukuna says “good.” and slides Toji’s head in place once more.

This time, your orgasm almost scares you with how quick it sneaks up on you. And when Toji’s fingers curl upwards and sukuna drops his mouth back down to your nipple, you’re fucking gone. Eyes rolling back and mouth opening in a silent scream, your hips rock against Toji’s mouth, chasing the absolutely blinding pleasure, the kind that feels like it runs through your whole body leaving you boneless and shaking in its wake.

Twitching in the aftermath, Sukuna’s wolf whistle barely registers in your pleasure-drunk state, but his words do.

“You cum like a slut, too.”

“F-fuck… fuck you.” You manage to pant out, your breath stuttered and uneven, Toji’s hands smoothing up and down your thighs.

“Well, clearly you still need to fuck that attitude out of her.” And he slides one big palm to your inner thigh, slinging your legs open even farther as if making room for Toji, and given the opportunity, he wastes no time in pouncing on you, slipping his shirt over his head and unzipping his pants.

Sukuna leans over your panting face, mean fingers coming up to your cheeks and squeezing. “Open.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand, and despite yourself, your lips pop open for him.

He spits in your mouth.

You… want to be disgusted, but your hips twitch at the domineering way he peers down his nose at you, pleasure unfurling in your gut and drooping your eyelids.

“Swallow.” Again, not a request, so you do.

Sukuna coos at you like you’re a dog that just rolled over for him “So you do know how to be good.”

A witty remark is on the tip of your tongue, until you’re reminded of your boyfriend between your legs, his hard length grinding in between your folds, a whimper leaving you when his head catches on your clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so damn wet. Feels like a could just slide right-“ both of you gasp as his cock slides inside you, the slow pull of his girth stretching your walls out making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He gives you a second to catch your breath, and when you hazard a glance over to sukuna you promptly choke on your spit when you realize he undressed himself in the short amount of time.

Appreciatively, you drag your eyes down his hulking body, catching on the thick black tattoos marking him like art, but when your eyes flick down-

Holy. Shit.

That thing was a fucking monster.

You suddenly have an immense gratitude for Toji’s cock, because while he was huge- larger than any man you’ve ever taken in girth and length-sukuna was slanging a damn semi-truck between his thighs.

Your eyes flicker up to his, and you know he’s caught you staring when he grins down at you accusingly, a wicked glint in his eyes. Any trepidation that rises to the surfaces promptly gets steamrolled over by pleasure though when Toji starts rolling his hips into yours, a broken moan tumbling out when he grinds into your cervix.

All of the tension, all of the needs you’ve had over the past week are being unraveled with every slam of his tip into ground zero inside you, and Sukuna’s overwhelming presence makes every sense more heightened.

Especially when he wraps one big hand around your jaw, fingers digging in to the muscle and bone and tilts your head towards him- well, towards his leaking, monstrous dick.

You gulp.

“Open those pretty little lips up, wide.” The speed in which you comply would be embarrassing if you weren’t so fucked out already. Sukuna wastes no time in sliding his hot length into your mouth, an ache in your jaw already starting just from his sheer girth.

Meanwhile, Toji wraps his hands around your waist for extra leverage to start pounding into you. Being filled from both ends isn’t something you’ve experienced before, but you’re quickly becoming addicted. The pressure from both ends blurring your thoughts into a horny mess.

You feel full. More full than you’ve ever felt before, to an overwhelming degree, especially when sukuna reaches to the back of your throat, and you come to the alarming realization that he’s not even halfway inside you yet.

Fuck, they were going to break you.

Any remaining thoughts are promptly fucked right out of your brain when Toji strikes that spot inside you he always loves to bully, and you moan around Sukuna’s dick, the vibrations making him groan back to you, his hips snapping deeper.

“Is he fucking you good, little brat?” Just to check, to be sure, the hand that had previously been holding your thighs apart skims over your stomach until he feels the bulge of Toji’s dick, and then Sukuna presses down.

You choke around him, your eyes rolling back while your hips jump away from the brand new devastating pressure. Unfortunately, that only makes sukuna press down further, harder.

Toji lets out a broken groan when you squeeze down on him, his hips stuttering in their tempo against the back of your thighs. Fuck, if you don’t quit that, he was going to fucking cum-

“Careful, Zenin. You’re not allowed to cum before i do.” Sukuna growls when you lave your tongue along the bottom of his dick as he pulls out, only to thrust back in all the way to your tonsils.

“Fuck you, I’ll cum whenever I feel like.” The two burly men lock eyes above you, and you can’t help but feel like a piece of raw meat dangling between two wild animals. you also can’t help the way it makes you clamp down on Toji harder, and moan around Sukuna’s dick in your throat.

“Damn, I see where the brat gets her dirty fucking mouth from.” He grinds into said mouth, almost reminding you that he’s doing so to shut you up. “If you think I won’t rip her away from you and fuck her myself while you watch, well, try to cum and you’ll find out.”

Toji growls, annoyed but clearly not willing to separate from your pussy, so he settles his pace into a deep grind, trying to prolong his inevitable orgasm.

“C’mon babe, suck the shit out of him.” He reaches one big thumb down to your clit, rubbing it as if cheering for you and your dick-sucking skills.

You groan around sukuna, gripping his base in one hand and doubling down on your efforts, eager to have Toji pounding into you again. Sukuna drags one hand into your hair, using it to steady you so he can start thrusting into your mouth in time with your movements, jostling your body.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart. You look so good like this.” Toji groans out.

He cant help it, the way his hips start snapping into you again. He needed to feel you cum around him, needed to dump his load and claim you as his, even if there was currently another man fucking your throat.

You whine when he picks up his pace again, the feeling of your jaw being split open at the same time as your pussy has your orgasm barreling towards you, and fast.

Sukuna didn’t say anything about you coming first, right?

Thumb rolling over your clit, Toji’s hips angle up and your body is seizing up, practically astral projecting with the way your soul leaves your body, a hiccuping moan choked out around Sukuna’s dick while he keeps fucking into your gaped mouth through your orgasm.

The high is even more overwhelming than the last, as Toji keeps fucking into you, stoking the fire igniting in your guts with the tip of his cock, over and over again until-

Oh shit, is he cumming, too?

Hips stuttering, mouth dropping open in a groan, his grip on your waste gets tighter, and- yep- Toji was cumming inside you. Hard.

Sukuna pulls out of your mouth but you’re not even thinking about the repercussions of Toji’s orgasm, too fucked out, panting into the open air through the aftershocks of your own.

“What the fuck did I just say, brat?”

And before you know it, you’re being flipped onto your stomach, Sukuna’s overwhelmingly large dick rubbing through your cum-soaked folds.

“Alright, go sit in the corner while I show you how a real man fucks.”

You gulp. You were definitely not making it out of this room, alive.

[everlastingserenitys]

SWEET MESS

summ. you accidentally downed some aphrodisiacs that Luke and Kieran bought, now sylus had to deal with you for the night.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. masturbation, handjob, gentle sylus, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, fingering a/n. officially reposted all my works from the ongoing series.. more coming soon. <33

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

“Sylus? Oh.”

You stop in your tracks, as you meant to walk into the kitchen to ask Sylus for some food, instead of Sylus being there, Luke and Kieran were sitting at the counter talking with each other as they drank some drinks.

“Hey, where's Sylus?” you ask, as you make your way to the fridge.

“Uh, boss? Not sure.” Luke mutters, his fingers resting on his chin as he tries to figure out when he last saw Sylus. But you just shook your head and flung open the fridge door.

“Hm…” your eyes scan the fridge, trying to find something appetizing. You were craving for something sweet, maybe just maybe––Oh!

Perfect.

You grab the box of chocolates sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge and open up the box without reading anything. The chocolates were tiny balls and it didn't seem bad to grab more than one…

So you grab a handful and throw them in your mouth.

But, shit. These chocolates were too good.

Handful after handful, you end up almost devouring the whole box. But before you could get one more round of chocolates the sound of Luke’s voice snapped you out of daze. The box falls from your hand and falls to the ground.

“Are you crazy?!” Luke warned, flipping you over, his eyes stare down at your chocolate stuffed mouth. You raise an eyebrow and swallow the last pieces of chocolate remaining in your mouth.

“What's wrong?” you ask, slightly concerned.

Luke glanced at Kieran and stepped away, “those chocolates…They were not something you’re supposed to eat large amounts of.”

“Huh?”

“Listen, boss asked us to buy these for you… for later i guess, but you weren't supposed to eat them now! So I think you should go to your room and we will send boss to you soon, okay?”

You look at him with a confused look and either way, still listen and head to your room.

It's not like you were hungry anymore.

-

Well, fuck.

You might as well be a little more hungry than before.

Twenty minutes had already passed and you were rocking back and forth on your bed, your body was heating up and you felt a weird tingling sensation all over you. But your fingers couldn’t control themselves anymore.

A shaky sigh left your lips and you leaned against the bed.

Where the fuck was Sylus at?

A desperate whine left your lips and you slipped a finger under your shorts. Your cold fingertips brush against your twitchy clit and you rub small circles against it.

Since when did it feel this good?

Going slowly wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You slide two fingers in your soaking cunt and you rapidly stroke yourself. You bit on the hem of your shirt as your movements on your fingers quickened, desperately seeking for release.

With the curl of your fingers, a wave of pleasure sparked through your body and a groveling moan escaped your lips when you reached climax. You pull your fingers away and stare at the mess coated on your fingers.

You needed more.

Where. Was. Syl–

Two knocks were heard from your bedroom door and you hopped off your bed, rushing towards the door to open it.

You opened the door in a swift movement and almost fainted at the sight of Sylus in front of you. Sylus looked down at you, his gaze filled with a little concern and curiosity.

He eyes down your messy outfit and walks himself in your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door closed shut you look up at Sylus with teary eyes and step closer towards him.

Sylus wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Luke told me what happened, why didn't you just read the box before eating the chocolate?” Sylus lectured. But you were too much in a horny daze to even answer that question, all you needed was him.

“I dont…please…do something?” you whine, rocking yourself against him. Sylus sighed and pulled you away from him. His large arms wrap around you and he effortlessly carries you to your bed, carefully placing you on it.

“If you were hungry you could have just called me?” Sylus coos, his fingers trailing down your thighs as he continued to look down at you with his glowy ruby eyes.

“I did! You w-werent in the kitchen..ngh”

“You have a phone for a reason sweetie, I would've picked it up if you called.” Sylus said, calmly, way too calmly. His fingers reach your twitchy soaking pussy and he slid one of his fingers in. You let out a whine and thrust yourself in his fingers.

���M-more..”

A chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he slipped another finger in you. You rock yourself against him and lift yourself so that you are sitting up, facing him. Your fingers grab onto his arms as you pull yourself closer to him.

Your fingers slide down his muscular arms and you press against his boner, slowly rubbing on it in an indescribable pattern. Sylus’ breath hitched and he pressed himself closer to you, quickening his movements in your cunt.

“Please, Sy.” you moan, sliding your finger under his shorts.

“Whatever makes you feel better.” he groaned, bucking his hips up and letting you slip his pants off. His leaking boxers were on display for you and you pulled his boxers down, letting his searing cock spring out.

Your warm fingers wrap around his cock, and you stroke slow, deliberate movements on it.

Both yours and Sylus’ moans grew louder in the room, and the sounds of both you touching each other was turning you on even more. You wrap another hand around his cock and quicken the pace on him.

“Sweetie, calm down. We have…ngh...all night.” he moaned. But when you weren't listening to him and went even faster on his cock, Sylus curled his fingers inside you and warned you again.

“Please.. 'm gonna cum!” you wailed, thrusting yourself in him one more time, and the last final thrust both you and Sylus came in sync.

“Feel better?”

No, you weren’t feeling better, in fact, that made you even more horny and…

“More, please.”

part 6 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[natalievoncatte]

Kara let herself drift, push this way and that on the wind as it swirled about five thousand feet up. Her attention wandered, from the flights taking off over at the airport to the cars and pedestrians far below. Her vision relaxed and she looked up to see the solar winds scatter off the atmosphere in a riot of color that no one else could see. If she tried, she could see the chaotic chorus of WiFi signals and radio waves colliding with each other and scattering among the clouds.

She couldn’t sleep, so she drifted. Sometimes she wondered exactly how she was able to fly- she had no idea herself, she just did it. She wanted to fly and she flew.

A crisp cold wind snapped around her, billowing out her cape. Kara wasn’t bothered by the cold, merely aware of it. It was a December night and while it was fairly warm down below it was cool up here.

Kara rolled and lay on her back in the air, then rolled again and looked down, arms spread like a swimmer in a dead man’s float. The sounds of the city filled her ears and she sifted through them. Maybe if she picked up on a crime, she could fly down and take care of it and go home to sleep.

The city was peaceful tonight. Nuts.

As she focused her attention on this sound and that she found herself focused on a particular one: Lena. Specifically, her heartbeat. Once she found that sound it was trivial to focus on it, and hear her voice.

“It doesn’t matter, Sam. She’ll never want me like I want her.”

Kara froze, completely still, not even breathing. She should stop now, turn away, leave her friend to her privacy.

Lena… liked girls? She. She said she. As in another woman. Who did she mean? Kara didn’t know of any women she was close to, but then, Lena was a private person despite their growing closeness, she-

“She has to be straight,” Lena was saying. “I tried everything. I filled her office with flowers, I bought the damn company for her. What do I need, my own personal Bat Signal?”

Kara dropped fifty feet without even realizing.

She was talking about… no… that wasn’t…

What?

“I can’t just ask her out! What if she gets all weird and I lose my best friend? Not to mention the power imbalance, I’m technically her boss… what? No I did not make myself her boss to justify not asking her out! Sam!”

Lena huffed and Kara could hear her pacing her penthouse.

Lena liked her. She like-liked her. She was talking to her friend about asking her out. She was… in lesbians with her? No, that’s not how you say that.

“Fuck,” Kara muttered. What was she going to do now? She couldn’t just fly down there and say something.

She’d been spying. Eavesdropping. She had to stop this, fly home, maybe call Alex. Sleep on it and figure out what to do.

As her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse throbbed in her ears, Kara began to realize something.

She had felt things around Lena. Weird little things like a fluttering in her belly and a sudden nervous energy and this intense need to be around her, to just look at her. Her emerald ocean eyes and sharp jawline and the way she would tilt her head just so and look at Kara like that and it would make heat pool low in her hips. She could listen to Lena talk about anything for hours and just drift on the currents of her voice, so soft and smooth.

Then there was also, well… Lena had to have caught her looking.

Kara’s heed snapped up and her eyes went wide.

Holy shit, she was in lesbians with Lena too.

(That’s not how you say it)

Kara yanked her phone out and called Alex.

“Kara? What the hell is that noise? Are you in a wind tunnel?”

“I’m flying. I couldn’t sleep.”

“It’s four in the fucking morning and I’m on day watch. What do you want?”

“I’m in lesbians with Lena.”

There was a long, vaguely exasperated pause.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I,” Kara began, “I was kind of listening in and I heard some stuff.”

She told Alex what that stuff was, then listened as Alex turned her mouth from the phone and talked to someone. She heard Maggie’s voice as she cackled violently.

“I fucking told you!” Maggie was laughing.

“Kara,” said Alex. “Please be normal about this. Go home. Make a bushel of frozen potstickers. Sleep it off, decide what to do in the morning.”

“Okay,” Kara sighed.

She resolved that she would only do a quick flyby, just to make sure Lena was okay. She wouldn’t even get that close.

When she passed by, Lena had hung up her call and was sitting on her sofa with a glass of liquor in her hands, the most forlorn look in her eyes as she stared at it.

Kara, she decided, should go home.

She landed on Lena’s balcony and rapped gently on the glass. Lena yelped and surged lightly to her feet, almost dropping the glass, and stared.

For a moment Kara could only stare. Lena had her hair down and it made her seem soft and vulnerable as she warded off the chill with a hoodie and sweats. She was the most cuddly thing Kara had ever seen.

“It’s not locked,” she said in her soft, husky voice.

“You should lock your doors,” Kara said as she stepped inside, closing the door.

“We’re on the twenty-eighth floor.”

“Good point,” said Kara.

“Is there something you need help with, Supergirl?”

Kara looked at her for too long a beat. She could still turn back and come back the next day or meet Lena for lunch like they planned or… or…

It didn’t matter. This problem would be there no matter what she did and the longer she waited the worse it would be.

“I have to tell you something,” Kara said softly.

“What is it? Did something happen? Do you need me?”

Yes, she wanted to say. I’m… I don’t know how to say this and I’m worried I’ll mess it up.”

Lena looked intrigued and more than a little nervous. Her throat bobbed and Kara felt an instinctive tug towards her, a need to shelter Lena within her arms.

“My real name,” she began, “is Kara Zor-El. I carry the name of my father, Zor-El. When I arrived on Earth my cousin fostered me with the Danvers family, so I took their name. So my full name is Kara Zor-El Danvers.”

Lena looked at her for a long moment.

“I know.”

Kara flinched. “What? How?”

“You aren’t subtle. I’ve been keeping you from getting fired for every time you run off from work with nothing to show for it. The first time you came to my office, you were with Superman. The next time you came you said you flew there on a bus.”

“Wait, you know… you know Clark is…”

“My brother was his best friend before he tried to kill him.”

“Why didn’t you call me out? Say anything?”

Lena’s tongue flashed across her lips and Kara watched intently as her heart raced and a storm of emotions flooded her face.

“I think was hoping you would tell me yourself. That you’d trust me.”

“I should have said it sooner. After you saved my life.”

“Why now? Why tonight?”

Kara froze.

“I.. heard you. Talking to your friend. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident. I was just riding the wind because I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes… sometimes I just need to know that you’re okay.”

Lena was staring at her.

“Oh my God,” Lena choked out. “Oh my God, Kara. You weren’t supposed to hear that. This is so fucking embarrassing. I can’t believe, listen, it doesn’t mean, it’s not like… I hope we can still be… fuck!”

“Ilikeyoutoo,” Kara blurted.

Lena’s eyes went comically wide.

“You… you what? You do? What do you mean you like me?”

Kara felt her own mouth go dry.

“I… think about things, and at first I thought I was jealous of you because you’re so pretty but then I started thinking about, um, kissing you and stuff even though Kryptonians don’t really do that, and it was confusing but… I think I feel like you feel.”

Kara realized she hadn’t moved. She squared up and crossed the rooms, the weight of the cape on her back giving her a little push of confidence. Lena watched her approach with keen interest.

“What do we do now?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve asked people out and been asked out plenty of times but I have no idea how this works. This is a lot, Kara. You’re supergirl… and you like me.”

Lena set the glass aside. She was barefoot and Kara was in her stacked heels, so Lena was looking up at her. Kara felt seven feet tall. This tension suddenly lay between them, and Kara wasn’t sure what she needed to do except that she needed to handle this delicately.

So, she brought her hand up and tenderly pushed it beneath her curls to lightly cup her cheek, a flood of heat passing through her body at the softness of Lena’s skin. She was soft and velvety and warm and Kara thought her heart might burst through her ribs for its jackhammering.

Lena leaned lightly into the touch. Feeling bold, Kara put her other hand on the small of Lena’s back and stepped in close, tipping down like a fairytale prince about to kiss the fair maiden.

Kara paused to whisper “is this okay?” and Lena replied with a gentle brushing of lips that made Kara’s knees feel weak.

“Mmm. Very okay.”

Lena slipped her arms around Kara’s waist and pressed close and Kara was instantly aware that she was wearing nothing beneath her pajamas.

“Should we go out on a date?”

Lena smirked. “I think we’re past the awkward icebreaker questions, darling. I think that if you want… third date activities are on the table.”

“Thir… oh. Oh.,” Kara said. “Oh, okay.”

By morning, Alex had texted five times, ending with WHERE ARE YOU?

“Getting breakfast with Lena,” she texted back.

[hoshifighting]

      minghao + telepathic sex

— you give a try to the soulmate meditation, finding minghao inside the meditation, the barista that you meet everyday before work.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, spiritual setting, another dimension experience, mentions of aura (minghao's aura), destinity, soulmates plot, fingering, doubled sensations, mentions of fluids (oil, cum/precum).

[my spiritualist ass needed to write something like this]

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

you’re sitting on your bed, lights off, laptop open, the screen way too bright in the dark room. your friend’s words still echoing in your head, “just try it, y/n. i swear, it’ll change your life.” and you rolled your eyes so hard when she said it, the thought of meditating to a youtube video making you scoff. but now, after a brutal day at work, your head spinning with numbers, deadlines, and your boss breathing down your neck, you figured what the hell. couldn’t be worse than staring at the ceiling and drowning in your thoughts all night, right?

so, here you are, headphones on, listening to this soft, whispery voice telling you to breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. you do it, even though it feels a bit stupid. the voice is saying something about connecting with your inner self or some other woo-woo shit, and you kind of tune it out, focusing more on the slow inhale, exhale.

but then, something shifts. like, for real. your body feels lighter, like you're floating, and your limbs start tingling. your brain’s screaming okay, this is weird, stop, but your body’s already in, pulled deeper into whatever this trance is. it’s like you blink, and suddenly, you're not in your room anymore. everything is... different.

it’s not dark, not light, just this weird in-between, and there’s this warm glow in front of you. the air smells different too, fresh and kind of sweet, like those damn essential oils your friend swears by. it feels real, but not? you glance down at yourself, and yep, still you. but your feet are moving like you’re not the one telling them to, dragging you closer to this light.

and then you see him.

at first, it’s just a silhouette. a tall, lean figure surrounded by this soft, white aura. your heart does that thing where it skips a beat—because, like, wtf is happening—but you keep moving. something about him pulls you in, despite the knot twisting in your gut.

as you get closer, you can see him more clearly. his hair’s a soft, burnt orange, strands almost glowing like they’re lit from within. the kind of hair you’d probably spend hours trying to replicate at the salon, but never really get right. and his face... god, his face. sharp, but soft in all the right places. it’s minghao. minghao? of all people? the dude you’ve seen in the cafeteria, that does your ''the usual'' everyday before work?

you freeze. not because you’re scared—well, maybe a little—but more because what the actual hell. is this meditation or did you fall asleep and end up in some kind of fever dream?

“you good?” his voice cuts through the fog, smooth, with that laid-back vibe he always carries. he’s looking right at you now, dark eyes catching yours, like he’s not even fazed by the fact that you just appeared out of nowhere.

you blink. “uh... what is this?”

he laughs, low and lazy, like you’re the one who’s being weird. “soulmate meditation, right?”

you feel your face heat up. oh, fuck no. “don’t tell me you watch those too.”

you stand there, still not quite sure if you’re dreaming or if this is actually happening, when minghao steps even closer. his energy is calm but intense at the same time, and it’s making your body buzz, like the air between you is charged with something you don’t understand. you can feel your feet getting heavier, like the ground itself is trying to pull you down, almost glitching beneath you.

minghao shrugs, the motion casual, like none of this is a big deal. “i don’t need to,” he says softly, not looking at you but feeling everything. his fingers brush against yours, and it’s such a light touch, but it sends sparks up your arm. “you can feel it, can’t you?”

you don’t answer, too caught up in the dimension. it’s like your body knows more than your brain does, and suddenly, you’re aware of every sensation, every beat of your heart, every breath.

“don’t freak out,” he murmurs, his hand sliding into yours fully now. “it’s just the energy here. you’re fine.”

yeah, right, you think. totally fine. but the way his hand fits around yours, it’s like he’s grounding you, keeping you from slipping through the cracks in reality.

“relax,” he whispers, his thumb stroking your palm lightly. “relax your shoulders, your jaw... even your eyebrows. you’re holding everything so tight.”

his touch is steady, calming, and without even realizing it, your shoulders start to drop, your jaw unclenches, and the tension in your forehead eases.

you huff, rolling your eyes, but you do it anyway, letting out a long breath. “i didn’t even know i was that tense.”

minghao chuckles, the sound easy, and you can feel it in your chest. “i could tell. your body’s giving you away.”

you shoot him a glare, but there’s no bite to it, not really.

but he’s right. you’re so damn tense, always are. work, life, all of it piles up until your body’s like a coiled spring, and he noticed on the cafeteria, he did, and here, same thing, and you don’t even notice it anymore. but here, with him, it’s like all of that just melts away. you don’t even know how it’s possible, but you feel... lighter. freer.

he tilts his head, eyes locking with yours, and there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that makes your stomach flip. “you know,” he starts, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, “there’s a better way to relax... here too”

your breath catches in your throat, he’s not just talking about meditation anymore—no, there’s a shift in the air, something heavier tugging at your sacral chackra.

“oh yeah?” you ask, your voice coming out a little breathless, even though you try to play it cool. “and what’s that?”

minghao’s smile is slow, he leans in, close enough that his breath brushes your skin, his body lightweight, moving like an angel. “you’ll feel it. just... let go.”

you don’t even have time to respond before his lips are on yours, soft and dense, and everything around you dissolves. the world, this dimension, the ground beneath your feet—it all fades until there’s nothing but him, his mouth, his hands, the heat radiating from his body.

and it’s not just a kiss. no, it’s like every sensation is magnified, doubled, like your nerves are on fire. his hand slides up your arm, leaving a trail of warmth, and when his fingers dig into your waist, you gasp into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders because suddenly, you’re not sure if your legs are going to hold you up.

he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, “see? just like that. relax.”

your brain’s spinning, but your body’s already giving in, sinking into the feeling of his touch, the heat building between you. you’ve never felt anything like this—like your body is hypersensitive.

minghao’s hands are everywhere now, sliding down your sides, gripping your hips, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. you’re pressed against him, and the way his body feels, hard and warm against yours, only makes the tension inside you snap, releasing in waves of need.

his mouth moves to your neck, lips trailing down, sucking lightly, and your head falls back, a soft moan slipping out before you can stop it. it’s like every touch is amplified, like your body is more in tune with his than it’s ever been with anyone else.

“you’re doing good,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and breathy. “just let go.”

and you do. fuck, you do. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth works its way down your throat. the heat between your legs is building, and it’s so intense, like nothing you’ve felt before. everything’s heightened—the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his breath feels against your neck, the way his body presses against yours.

his hands slide lower, gripping your ass and pulling you flush against him. you can feel him hard against your thigh, and a low groan escapes him as he grinds against you. making you call for him.

he cuts you off with another kiss, this one rougher, more desperate, and you can feel the need radiating off of him in spirals. it’s like the air between you is droning, the energy from before now crackling with something more carnal, mundane, something that’s pulling you both under.

“you want this?” he asks, his eyes dark and filled with warmth as he pulls back just enough to look at you.

you don’t even hesitate. “yes.”

everything’s blurred, time slipping away as the two of you become a mess of tangled limbs, moans, and desperate touches. and fuck, it feels good.

you don’t even remember how it happened—one second, you were both tangled in each other, grinding and gasping like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and then, somehow, without even realizing, you were both naked—were you naked form the very beginning?

skin against skin, slick and slippery with something that felt almost like oil, but thicker, warmer, making your bodies glide against each other with every touch. you couldn’t even focus, too caught up in the way minghao’s mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking slow, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

his teeth grazed lightly over your nipple, and you gasped, back arching up, pressing yourself harder against his mouth. your hand was wrapped around his cock, your fingers curling around the thick, bulbous head, and the way he twitched in your grip made your own heat pool between your legs, soaking your thighs in a way that felt obscene.

he moved lower, trailing kisses down your stomach. you could feel every inch of him, the warmth of his breath, the slickness of your own sweat mixing with whatever was coating your bodies, making each touch feel like it was magnified, like it was burning into your skin.

“this... feels insane,” you whispered, your voice trembling, not just from the pleasure but from vibrations. every sound, every moan, every gasp echoed in the strange, otherworldly space you were in, bouncing off the walls—or maybe it was just the ground? you weren’t sure anymore. the whole place felt like it was vibrating, like your moans were traveling through the very air, rippling through the dimensions and coming back to you in curls. it was dizzying, overwhelming, and it made the heat between your legs pulse harder.

his fingers slid down between your thighs, finding your clit with a kind of confidence that made your head spin, like he belonged his, like he knew everything. his touch was light at first, just barely grazing the swollen bud, but still made you shake like he’d shocked you. your hips bucked instinctively, chasing the friction, and minghao’s breath hitched, a soft chuckle escaping him as his fingers pressed down a little harder.

“relax,” he whispered, guiding your hips down, his other hand gripping your waist, “you’re so tense. just let me do it.”

his fingers circled your clit in slow, teasing motions, not enough to send you over the edge but enough to make you ache, the need building inside of you until it felt like you were going to burst. every flick of his fingers made your whole body shudder, the sound of your slick echoing in the space around you, loud and obscene, like the wet slap of your skin against his was the only thing that mattered.

“fuck, minghao,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a broken gasp, the sound vibrating through the air, making everything feel more intense. the ground beneath you seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your bodies, every sound amplified, the wetness of your slick mixing with his groans, creating this heated, filthy symphony of pleasure.

“good girl,” he muttered, voice low and rough, fingers sliding lower to tease at your entrance before plunging inside. you cried out, the feeling so intense it almost knocked the breath from your lungs. his fingers stretched you, curling just right, finding that spot inside of you that made your legs tremble.

the sensation was heightened, doubled somehow, like you could feel every single ridge of his fingers inside of you, the way they twisted and stroked, pulling moans from your lips like he was playing an instrument. “just like that,” he breathed, his voice guiding you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your other nipple. “relax into it. let go.”

you did. you let go of everything—the stress, the tension, the worries. it all melted away under the touch of his hands, the press of his body against yours, the sound of your wet skin slapping together. he was moving faster now, his fingers thrusting inside of you with a steady rhythm, and you could feel your orgasm building, that tight coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

“minghao—i’m close, i-i can feel it, oh my god!” you gasped, your hips moving on their own, grinding against his hand, desperate for release.

he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “come for me. let it all go.”

coil snapped, and your orgasm ripped through you, so intense that you screamed, the sound echoing in the space around you, bouncing back at you like a thousand voices crying out in unison.

your whole body shook, and you could feel minghao’s fingers still working inside of you, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm, coaxing it from you until you were a quivering body.

the sounds of your slick, of his hand sliding against your skin, filled the space, amplified by whatever dimension you were in. it was all so wet, so filthy, and yet it felt like everything you needed, everything you’d been holding in for so long.

when it was over, you collapsed back against the ground—if it was ground at all—your body boneless, your mind hazy with the aura of your orgasm. minghao pulled his fingers out of you slowly, carefully, and you could feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, soaking into whatever surface you were on.

he laid down beside you, pulling you close, and you could feel his warmth, his steady breathing, his presence grounding you again. your body felt heavy, but not in a bad way—it was the kind of heaviness that comes with complete release, with finally letting go of everything.

“how do you feel?” minghao asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

you smiled, eyes already drooping closed, exhaustion pulling you under. “better. so much better.”

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, making your view blur a little. “good. now sleep.”

and you did, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber, your body completely relaxed, every bit of tension gone. all that was left was minghao’s warmth, his soft breathing, and the sound of your own heartbeat slowing as you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d ever had.

— // next morning // —

you stumble into the cafeteria, still buzzing from whatever the hell last night was. it’s like you can’t shake the feeling, like it’s clinging to your skin, still there in the way your body feels light but also charged with something—missing something? your head’s all over the place, replaying those moments from the trance, that other dimension—or whatever the hell you wanna call it. but you need coffee, you’re exhausted, barely slept after the... experience, and you’re kinda hoping a caffeine hit will bring you back to reality.

and that’s when you see him. minghao. standing right at the counter like he always does, casual as anything. except something inside you twists the second your eyes land on him. it’s like your body knows before your brain does, the way your stomach flips, the way your breath catches. no. no way. he can’t know, right? you try to shake the thought, telling yourself it was just a dream or something. maybe your imagination is screwing with you, making you see connections that aren’t there.

but then he glances up, meeting your eyes for a split second before he looks back down at the coffee machine. “the usual?” he asks before you even have a chance to say anything, like he already knew.

your heart skips a beat, but you try to play it cool. “yeah... thanks,” you mutter, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as shaky as it feels.

while you’re waiting, you can’t help but sneak glances at him. he’s just standing there, doing his thing, but every now and then, his eyes flicker up to you, just for a second, like he’s watching you too. and it’s making you paranoid, like he knows. like he was there. but that’s impossible, right?

the coffee’s ready in no time, and you step up to grab it. your hand curls around the cup, but just as you’re about to lift it, minghao’s hand comes down too, his fingers brushing over yours. the touch makes you freeze, way too similar to the way his fingers had felt last night, the way he had— okay okay, calm down.

“you look well-rested,” he says, voice low, hardly audible over the hum of the cafeteria. his thumb strokes the back of your hand, subtly. “i hope it helped... relaxing like that.”

your heart slams in your chest, and for a second, you freeze. you can’t even speak, your mind going blank as his words hit you. he knows. there’s no way he doesn’t know. the way he said it, the look in his eyes—it’s like he’s toying with you, like he’s waiting for you to admit it.

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. your eyes are wide, staring at him in shock, and minghao’s smirk widens just a little, like he’s enjoying the way you’re reacting.

then, without breaking eye contact, he adds, “are you gonna meet me again?” minghao asks, his voice dropping even lower, his lips quirking into a knowing smirk. “there… or maybe here?” he points to the counter, as if meanings, real life.

you can feel the heat creeping up your neck, your mind still spinning from everything. he knows. he fucking knows. and the way he’s looking at you right now, there’s no mistaking it.

you swallow hard, trying to compose yourself, but all you can manage is a small nod. minghao just chuckles softly, his fingers giving yours a little squeeze before he finally lets go of the cup. “good. i’ll see you soon then.”

[authorhjk1]

dont you think Haewon deserves to get absolutely destroyed in her childhood room while her parents are downstairs

Marking

(Oh Haewon X Male Reader)

"I don't really get, why you had to come too. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"I'm not. Lucky me."

You feel Haewon's elbow in your ribs.

"Hey, I'm driving!"

"So what?"

You send her an angry glare, before looking back ahead, focusing on the traffic.

The two of you are on your way to Haewon's parents. They are celebrating their anniversary today. A special one. 25 years. And the both of you are invited. Haewon for obvious reasons and you because you know her father. You only found out after your shenanigans at her place after your breakup. You saw a picture of him on her fridge while you left. And it turns out, he is your boss.

Well, not exactly. He is the head of the marketing team at the company you're working at. You are in a different department. He still has the higher position though. The two of you had to work together occasionally and, despite the age difference, you got along very well. That was, until you started to fuck his daughter's brains out every chance you got.

"We are here."

The two of you get out of the car. While Haewon walks towards the door, you get her stuff and trail after her. She didn't have time to change into her dress yet.

"Mom, dad!"

Haewon greets them and you shake the pair's hands afterwards. Luckily, her father knows that your ex girlfriend Sullyoon is his daughter's best friend. So it's not that weird that the two of you know each other. But it might have been a little suspicious for the two of you to arrive in the same car.

"Please come in. We have prepared lunch already."

"Thank you."

You smile at them, but you can't help but feel guilty. You doubt that they know what you have been doing to their beloved daughter every single day for the past couple of weeks.

"Haewon, go upstairs and get changed. After we are finished eating, we are driving to the party."

"Please, Mr. Oh. Let me drive. The two of you should just relax today."

"Thank you so much, dear."

Haewon's mom accepts your offer with a big smile.

"Too bad that Sullyoon found you, before our daughter did."

"Mom!"

Haewon's cheeks turn red in embarrassment as her mom teases her.

"She is coming too today, why is she not here?"

You glance at Haewon upon hearing her dad's question. Seems like she hasn't told them yet. Maybe to have an excuse for the two of you to keeps seeing each other.

"Well, she... She is very busy with work these days. She told me to pick Haewon up and drive her here. She will catch up with us at the party."

Not your finest moment, but you don't want to call Haewon a liar in front of her parents.

Come upstairs

You stare at the message on your phone. What the hell, Haewon? You know what she wants from you. But this is her parents house. Her father is sitting two meters away from you. How could you...

If you come upstairs now, I'll admit it.

You scoff in disbelief. This has been going on for weeks and now, Haewon wants to admit that she is a whore? A little late in your opinion. But then again, hearing it from her own mouth, while she cums on your cock...

The picture in your head makes you get off the couch.

"Haewon texted me. She needs help with her dress."

You explain yourself without even thinking about your words. It's surprising to see how fast your blood can rush from your brain to your cock, just by thinking of Haewon's desperate moans and whines.

"Sure. Go ahead"

You're glad her father doesn't seem to catch on as you climb the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

You barge into Haewon's childhood room. She stands in the middle. Naked.

"Took you longer than I expected."

You slowly tear your eyes off her naked frame and scan the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing special. Her walls are decorated with her paintings though. She was definitely not very old, when she made them. They look like ones from six year olds. But still not bad. Your eyes land on the wax crayons, which are lined up by color, lying on her desk. But the nude woman in front of you quickly brings back your attention on her.

Haewon steps forward, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Fuck me and I confess."

You roll your eyes.

"I'm not falling for that again."

"It's not a joke this time."

Haewon gives you grin.

"Admit it first. Then I fuck you."

This is how your 'relationship' started out anyways. Haewon broke you and Sullyoon up and just wouldn't admit that she did it, because she wanted you. Because she is a slut.

"No. Wrong order."

Haewon gives you another teasing grin.

"Fine."

You give in, knowing that, except for fucking it out of her, there is not much you can do about it anyway.

The two of you quickly engage in a heated kiss, warming each other up. Not that Haewon needs much of that. You can tell by how her core rubs against your thigh.

"If you want me to fuck you good, you better start sucking."

You whisper into her mouth, while slightly pulling away.

"You are not too big of a whore yet to take all of it without lube."

Haewon bites your lip, the pain makes you flinch.

"You just want to see me choke on it again."

Without a word, you grab her shoulders and push her down.

"Not that I'm complaining."

A devilish grin appears on her otherwise innocent face.

Haewon starts out slow by just putting the tip into her mouth. She lets her tongue swirl around it, while both her hands wrap around your cock.

Her blowjob is everything but slow and sensual though, once she gets into it. Like a hungry animal, Haewon starts to engulf your cock. You're reminded of this morning. That's how your day started.

Her hands quickly stroke you, while her head bobs up and down. Her eyes look up at you, almost mocking your inability to keep standing still. You can't help it. You have to hold onto something, or you'll fall. The only thing in sight, as usual, is Haewon's head.

You place one of your hands on top of it. Haewon immediately stops. Her eyes tell you to use her. Her eyes tell you that she is a whore. But her mouth still doesn't. To be fair, it's full with cock right now. But you make a silent promise to yourself. Within the next twenty minutes, Haewon will be calling herself a whore, while she begs for more.

You slowly pull her back onto your cock. Only halfway though. It doesn't make her choke, but you can already hear her breathing through her nose. You loosen your grip, Haewon's lips glide along your length, until they reach your tip. A moment to let her take one last breath.

A second later, Haewon chokes hard. Your cock is blocking her airflow. It's entirety is stuffed down her throat. Her nose is pressed against your abdomen. You hold her in place.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Four seconds

Five seconds

Haewon's eyes give you a silent challenge. Every fiber of her being tells you that she is a whore. Why can't her mouth do the same?

Five seconds turn into ten seconds.

Spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

Ten seconds turn into fifteen seconds.

Haewon's eyes become wider as she realizes that you don't intend to let go anytime soon.

Fifteen seconds turn into twenty seconds.

Her nostrils flare as Haewon's breathing becomes heavier, faster.

Twenty seconds turn into twenty five seconds.

Her drool now falls off her chin in the form of long strings.

Just as you reach thirty seconds, you let go.

Haewon falls off your cock. Her mouth still hanging open as she backs away. She tries to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving heavily.

"I will wait for your confession, once you're done with surviving."

You give her smug grin.

Haewon doesn't have the energy to reply. The lack of oxygen is still visible.

"Or are you in for round two?"

This time, Haewon shakes her head.

"But you're not gonna confess what a whore you are?"

She shakes her head again.

You groan.

"Fine. But I will not be leaving this room, until your whole body screams whore."

You take a step closer towards her desk.

"And I know just the right way to start."

After grabbing the red wax crayon, you turn back around. Haewon's eyes are slowly wandering towards your hand.

"I hope this washes off easily. For your sake."

Haewon barely has time to open her mouth, before you're already towering over her. Taking a fistful of her short hair, you make her turn her head.

The young woman feels the cold crayon on her cheek. You stain her gorgeous face. Her skin senses your handwriting. The swing of the letter S. A straight line down, one to the right. An L. Another swing U. Two more lines form a T.

You let go of Haewon's hair, letting her head return to its original place. You lean back, taking in your work.

She glares at you. Her cheek is covered with red wax. The word 'slut' seems to glow on her otherwise flawless skin.

"Well, slut..."

The word slowly drips off your tongue with such a degrading undertone.

"Let's fuck that confession out of you."

You lift Haewon off the floor and place her on her windowsill. She shivers as the cold glass makes contact with her back.

"So much space for me to write on."

You whisper as your free hand wanders all over her front.

"You wouldn't dare."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I already did, slut."

You step closer, parting her legs in the process. Your faces only inches away, the tip of your cock now resting on her wet pussy lips.

"And I will cover your entire body."

You immediately start to fulfill that promise. Haewon weakly tries to push your hand away, but you hold her wrists with one hand. You place the tip of the wax crayon right between her tits and her collarbone. You slowly read the words as you write them on her skin.

"Sex toy."

Haewon closes her eyes. She shivers again. You are sure it's not because of the glass.

"Do you want another one?"

She shakes her head and shoots you an evil glare. Her lips are pressed together, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of begging you to stop.

"Suit yourself."

This time, you place the crayon right above her pussy. Her smoothly shaven skin becomes your canvas. You don't read the word out loud, this time.

It takes her moment, since Haewon has to read it upside down.

"Owned"

Just as she understands its meaning, you're already past her lips.

"Ngh! Please!"

A loud whine escapes her mouth as she feels your tip inside of her. Your cock starts to stretch her out as you slowly push forward.

"From now on, whenever you deny being a whore, I'll ruin your body further."

Just as you say that, you are just as deep as Haewon can take it. She starts to take heavy breaths again. Her eyes are glued to the part of your cock that's still not inside her.

"Are you a whore?"

You sigh, knowing full well that she won't agree yet. Haewon shakes her head.

You place the crayon on her left shoulder.

"Bitch"

You focus on fucking her now. Being inside of Haewon doesn't allow you to properly focus on humiliating her. You need to blow off some steam first. And what is better for that than Haewon's snug hole?

You start to screw Haewon into the window behind her. Her back is pressed flat against it. Her legs are spread wide, dangling off the windowsill. One of your hands holds onto her waist while the other is loosely placed on her thigh, still holding the crayon.

Haewon's moans fill the room she has grown up in. All those memories of her childhood are now stained by this experience. They are worthless. All that matters now, is that she is a whore. Slowly, Haewon's own mind comes to that conclusion. So slow, she almost doesn't realize it.

Your pounding makes her slowly lose her mind. Her moans increase in volume. Her whines reach a higher pitch.

"Again, are you a whore?"

This time, you catch her hesitate. But then, Haewon shakes her head again.

Her eyes are barely able to follow the crayon as you slow down your thrusts only a little. Just enough, so you can properly write. Her skin just above her navel is now showing off a marking as well.

"Cocksleeve"

Haewon doesn't have time to read the second half as you pick up the pace again.

"Oh, god!"

Her head leans against the glass behind her. Her back arches, her chest gets pushed towards you. Instead of leaning in and sucking on her tits, you reach forward with your free hand.

"Aaah!"

Haewon let's out a loud cry as you pinch her nipple. And the other one. Another scream.

"S-Stop. It hurts."

She whines, but you both know that that's not her safeword.

"Tell me, if you want me to be gentle. Are you a whore?"

"No!"

She gives you a determined glare. An angry pout.

Once again her crayon finds her skin.

This time, you write on both her tits.

"Free"

"Use"

Haewon looks down, barely manages to read it, and lets out another moan.

"So you do like it rough? Thought so."

You let the wax crayon fall onto the windowsill. Hooking your arms under her legs, you pull her towards you.

"Oh, fuck!"

Her cry can be heard throughout the whole house. You're sure of it. You're buried balls deep inside her cunt. Your thrusts are harder now. You go as fast as possible, not wanting to give her a split second to breath. Her eyes, once locked on yours, are now rolling to the back of her head. Haewon's mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

"Are you a whore?"

This time, Haewon doesn't even respond. Maybe she didn't hear you. Who cares?

You let one leg fall down to reach for the crayon. Another two words are added to the others.

"Sex object"

Between her collarbone and her throat.

Haewon feels you, marking her again. But an overwhelming heat rushes through her body in an alarming pace. It starts out inside her pussy. Right around your cock. It travels through her core. Through her abdomen and her organs. Past her tits. Through her throat. Until it finally reaches her brain. And her mouth.

"Oh holy fuck!"

Haewon cums hard. You start to produce squishing sounds as you keep stuffing Haewon's wet pussy with your cock. Her hands search for your body, trying to push you away. Her legs quiver and shake, before they wrap around you, trapping you in place.

"N-No more."

She weakly sighs, once she has started to calm down.

"I haven't heard the magic word from you yet.

"Haewon, honey! Are you alright? The clock is ticking!"

Misses Oh's voice makes you both look at the door. Luckily, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs.

"In a minute."

Haewon's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.

"Maybe we should open that door and let them hear you."

"Whore!"

You're surprised at how quickly Haewon blurts out that word.

"I'm a whore! I admit it."

She looks down, very aware that your still inside of her.

"I know. "

You lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"Was it that hard?"

Haewon timidly shakes her head.

Her eyes widen when you raise the crayon again.

"W-Wait what are you doing?"

"Hold still."

"But-"

"I feel like your confession isn't coming from a genuine place, you know? Plus, I need to mark the spot, where I want to cum."

Haewon gulps, but stays silent and doesn't move.

You start on her right cheek. Three words. You keep going, even when you reach her nose. Once you are on the other side of her face, you finish the line. The last letter is placed right next to the first word you wrote on her. The new words cover her whole face. From right to left.

"Cum hungry slut"

You don't tell her what you wrote.

"Knees."

Haewon follows your order and you're back to where you started. It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge from there. A nice, quick blowjob. Her hands massaging your cock. Her tongue lapping her own juices off of you.

"Damn, Haewon."

You grunt, which makes her look up at you with those big eyes.

She points your cock at her own face, strokes you two more times and then makes you orgasm. You explode right above her face, covering it with your cum. Her nose, her cheeks, her lips. All of it is ruined by your seed. And the rest of her body is marked with red wax.

"Write it down."

You nod towards her desk.

Haewon understands. She doesn't even get off the ground. She crawls the short distance, reaches up and grabs a piece of paper and the black crayon. You enjoy the view of her ass, before she turns back around. She writes one word.

"WHORE"

When she looks up again, you're already holding your phone in your hand, the camera ready.

Haewon holds up her self made sign.

"A little lower."

You make sure that every single mark you left on her body is clearly visible. Your cum is still staining her face as well.

"What a whore you are."

You chuckle as you snap a couple of pictures.

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Hi everybody!

Hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter is gonna be the last of of this small series. So there won't be any follow up fics.

Stay healthy!

[nukhaos]

TW : NSFW, no beta readers we die like men, wrote it for a friend 🫰🏻💕 English is not my native language, small breeding kink and pinning, fuck the scientific explanation on how you can take him, m!reader

ONE SHOT

DR PHOSPHORUS

You're a member of the creature commando and have a crush on the neon green skeleton man.

It was a weird feeling for both of you; Being part of a team, or more, being part of a team again for you. You couldn’t stop looking at the neon figure standing almost a foot taller than you, body made of toxic gas and of a skeleton face showing a smile always looking too happy to be where he was. You were not sure if he was made of flesh anymore, didn’t have the occasion to touch to prove your theory that, maybe, some part of his body was saved after whatever happened to him couldn’t even guess if he had any organs left. 

You were seated in the kitchen of the castle, waiting for Rick and the princess to be done with whatever they were doing, not that you really cared anyway. Nina and Bride were making an inventory of what would be needed if they were to pack their bags and leave this shithole of a place, you were not even sure wi-fi existed in this country but you sure weren’t here to invent it and you were starting to feel so fucking bored.

And suddenly he was here, looking at you like you were holding a secret of some sort from him. Well okay, maybe it was true, you were attracted to the man…the skeleton ? The thing ? Fuck, okay maybe the name of the squad made more sense, “ creature commando” rang weirdly to your ears at first, but you couldn’t say weasel wasn’t a creature of some sort, the same did go for Nina. 

“ Why do you look so serious, data guy?” He suddenly asked, after a few minutes of just looking at your face who was wearing a frown he never saw before. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at the comment.

“ Data guy ? Really ? Is that all I am ?” Defiance, maybe he liked it a little too much, but you couldn’t even guess if he was smirking, smiling, or even frowning.

“ For now, yeah, but, maybe you could be so much more.” A bony hand was tentatively going a little too close to your face, you could almost feel the burn. You really could be so much more, you weren’t a creature, just like the boss of your team, you weren’t even supposed to really be on the field to fight. You were here to look, gather information about the team, each of them. Echoes of Nina and Bride in the back of the room who were tentatively laughing and trying to get the focus of Dr Phosphorus out of you. “ Come on, leave him alone, of course you’re important." Nina placed, while the  scoff of Bride came to your ears and her hand started going over Nina’s waist to guide her out of the room.

Alexander Sartorius, as you could read in his files, was standing above you the minute they exited the room, hands on each side of your thighs, face so close you wondered if you were going to be intoxicated either by his closeness or just his body. He could clearly see your eyes full of questions, of a tantalizing analysis of your person. Who were you ? Why did you accept to be here with the freaks that they were ? Everything, but not one sound to go toward directly asking. You could almost smell his breath. 

“ Why are you bent over me like that, d’you like me that much doc ?” You could almost see him shiver at the sound of your voice so close to his ears. 

“ You’re a mystery, it’s fun.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “ Collecting data on all of us, but what about you ? What makes you special champ?” His hand grew closer to your thigh, ready to pierce a hole in your pants that were supposed to protect you from his burn while you were sitting with him in the fuckass bus they gave you to travel the city. 

“ I ain’t special, and you’re too close.” Even if somehow you were tempted to become someone else than human suddenly if it meant he could touch you. He didn’t even made a move to get away from you, and your reflexes to go away from him made you almost lay entirely back on that kitchen table. Weird position to be found in, you’d agree, but somehow it left you excited, waiting like a fucking pray to be devored and eaten whole by the man you could guess by the shape of his oh so strange body, if you could call it that.

“I’ll find a way to break…your walls.” You’d almost laugh if you weren’t scared of the wood beneath his hands to start burning like you felt your cheeks start to burn, bright eyes who examined what situation you fucking landed on. “ Did the adventure of Rick and the dilf-chaser princess turn you on ? Are you that desperate ?” You snickered, maybe you were trying to make him back off, or maybe you were trying to see if he was serious about it, he didn’t seem serious about anything ever after all.

His hand suddenly pressed on your jaw, making your entire body face him, making you look at him, a split second where the burn would have destroyed your jaw but the quick pain only made you shiver, he wasn’t touching long enough to even make a blister. 

“What if I am ? What would you do ? Should I try to ask the S.H.A.DE to make you a special suit so you could handle all I've got ? Would you beg for it ?” You couldn’t hide the laugh growing in your chest, you were used to Harleen flirting with you, or even Digger trying to not be too awkward while talking to you, but this was new, it felt more serious, like he would really do something about it even if it meant changing you at your core. 

“ We’re not at this point of our relationship yet, Alexander.” And he backed away, just like that, like it’s been a decade someone didn’t call him that name.

“ I��ll see you later.” He huffed, almost offended or maybe turned on by you using his name.

You’ll see where it goes, if all that was supposed to go toward something.

—

You started to think about it, turning left and right in the bed you had at your disposal for the time being. You didn’t really know anything about Alexander, well, Dr Phosphorus, or really anyone else, you catched glimpse of their stories in the files you were reading. Should you really be falling for a criminal ? Again ? It was always like that with you, asking you stupid questions and re-questioning everything again and again instead of sleeping to be somewhat efficient on the field. But maybe, it was because of that specific quirk of yours that you noticed the creaking of the door being open making you push your body up on your elbows in the dark of the room ‘till a well known light now acted as a fucking lamp in the small bedroom.

“What the fuck.” You whispered, and he just shrugged, you guess he couldn’t sleep either anyway, hearing the moanings and obscene squelching of your fish friend and her undead girlfriend some rooms away from you. 

He took your earlier conversation  seriously, maybe too seriously, but somehow you weren’t disappointed at all, he had something on his mind and you weren’t the one who would deny him. You craved him like a cigarette, and quite literally he could burn your lungs if he wanted, you’d die happy. Such a weird way to die but eventually you’d be gone doing something you wanted, being railed to death, such a poetic way to go. 

You looked at his figure, cocking your head on the side with a quiet “why are you here ?”.

So many questions not answered, did he even sleep ? How ? How his clothes were not burning ? Why was he coming closer and closer to the bed? 

You felt the weight of the mattress shift under his weight, you didn’t really register he had some weight to him. “ I thought about it. I would burn the world to bring some heat to you. And you always fucking looks cold kid.” It was enough to send you into another dimension, for fucking real ? You knew the man for maybe a week and he was already in your bed ready to do god only knows what to you. 

“ But how ?” And it didn't even need an answer, sharp toothy mouth against yours, he found a way, didn’t know how, didn’t care about the science behind it. Hands on your waist and you couldn’t let him think he was winning, couldn’t let him think you were so easily earned. “ Me first.” You had this know-it-all look to your face, this smirk who said you were gonna fucking eat him alive. And you didnt care for any blisters, any burn scars, building this moment since you laid eyes on him, the monster fucker you could add to your fucking resume. 

It honestly felt weird, to touch him, like a transparent body, you could see every bone but somehow couldn't reach it, it was deep, carnal, feral even, the way you were bobbing your head only to make him moan, fingers deep in someone you couldn't hide anything going on. There would be retribution for that, for being deep inside his body, enjoying the warmth, when he was only gasping for air and trying to scratch each part of your back without burning it to a crisp.

“ I could make you pregnant” You couldn’t, realistically, but you could always try again and again till your brain was only much from the toxic gas you inevitably inhaled while kissing him and pressing your body against his. “ I could make you pregnant.” He said, gripping a handful of your hair and maybe he was serious too, or it was just another one of your bickering, both of you always trying to have the last word. Rubbers piling him in the corner of the bed and condensation piling on the windows. He flipped you like you weighed nothing, pressed your head against the pillow like you did to him an hour ago. 

A battle for dominance and it was like you were really part of something again, bony fingers digging deep in the dimples of your back, probably bruising you inside as much as he did outside. You were gasping for air, gasping for more, begging for the moment to never end. “ What we’ll name it huh ?” He said, wrapping a hand around your throat to be able to bring you closer to his chest and turning your head just enough to be able to kiss you. “ Shut the fuck up and work” You hissed, didn’t want to talk, lost in the cloud of pleasure you were feeling.

You ended it by sharing a cigarette, face burrowed intermittently in his neck, wondering what the other teammates would say about the noises going out of both of your throats. But it was a problem for later, you wanted to forget you had a world to save.

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: cussing, talk of body counts, guilt, discussion of murder (past tense, offpage)

A/N: sorry this took FOREVER 😮‍💨 to update.

Part 5

Sugar, Spice and a little bit of Vice

- Part 6

"—It doesn't matter how many people he's slept with."

You'd been reading for a while when you looked back up, noticing the conversation had stopped.

Bobby gives you a look.

Tig raises his brows.

Juice just stares.

“Wait…What?” Juice asks, confused.

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling very warm.

Your brain sputters.

Your face burns.

Because—oh.

Oh.

Happy’s—Happy. A little rough, a little intimidating, but you already knew he had that… dangerous appeal.

You just—

You didn’t really think about how—

Active he was.

“Well, um… Happy’s… you know. Tall. Broad. He’s got that… dangerous thing going on, so of course women would…”

You gesture vaguely.

The silence is deafening.

Tig’s the first one to break.

He howls with laughter.

“You think we mean sex!”

Bobby chokes on his drink.

Juice wheezes.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Juice holds up a hand, shaking his head. “You think when we said ‘body count’ we meant—”

You realize instantly that you’ve messed up.

“…What else would it mean?” you ask, hesitant.

Tig collapses against the car he was working on, laughing so hard he wipes tears from his eyes.

Bobby just grins at you, too amused to correct you.

Juice?

Juice, even fucking Juan Carlos looks like he wants to adopt you and protect your innocence or some shit.

And that’s when your eyes shift to Happy’s heavy, intense stare, expression unreadable.

He stares at you.

Blank.

Expressionless.

For an uncomfortably long time.

Then—

His lip twitches.

Not quite a smirk, not quite not a smirk.

And then?

He leans over you and your book.

Just enough to make you feel it—the weight of him, the quiet, steady danger that hums under his skin.

And in that low, gravelly voice, he mutters—

“…you think about my body count, girl?”

Your entire soul leaves your body.

It’s been rattling around in your brain all day, ever since Happy gave you that unreadable look and muttered at you.

What the hell did he mean by that?

You don’t even know if he was teasing you or being serious.

You’re still not entirely sure it’s not a sex thing.

Maybe the guys were just exaggerating. Maybe it’s some weird MC joke you don’t understand.

But if it wasn’t about that…

Then what else could it be?

You nearly burn a batch of muffins just thinking about it.

Your boss snaps at you about being distracted, but you barely hear them.

You keep rolling the conversation over in your head, replaying it, trying to piece it together.

You can’t ask. Not now. Not when they’ve already made such a big deal about it.

But you hate not knowing.

And the worst part?

Happy’s face won’t leave your mind.

The way he looked at you.

Not mad, not annoyed—just… watching.

Like he was waiting to see what you’d do with the truth.

That thought sends a shiver up your spine.

You shake it off. Focus on frosting cupcakes.

Happy Lowman’s body count isn’t your problem.

Except…

You kind of wish you understood.

Happy barely says a word as he drives you home in the TM repo truck.

You’re used to that by now.

He’s not a guy who talks just to talk.

If he doesn’t have something to say, he won’t bother filling the silence.

But tonight?

Tonight, that silence is heavy.

Tense.

You keep sneaking glances at him as he drives—his hands firm on the wheel, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the road.

He looks…

Like he’s thinking about something.

Hard.

The streetlights wash over him in slow pulses, illuminating the sharp lines of his face, the shadows under his eyes.

For the first time since you met him, you wonder—

Is he thinking about it, too?

You’re reading into it too much.

But then—

He pulls up in front of your place.

And instead of just letting you get out—

He kills the engine.

And just sits there.

Waiting.

Watching.

And then he says—

“Still thinking about it, huh?”

Your heart stops.

You swallow, fidget with your fingers.

“…Maybe,” you admit.

Happy exhales through his nose.

A long, slow sound.

Like he already knew, like he’s been expecting this.

For a moment, you think he’s not going to say anything else. That he’s going to let you drive yourself crazy with it.

But then—

“Not what you thought.”

That’s all he says.

Your stomach twists.

You grip your seatbelt a little tighter.

“…Then what did you mean?”

Happy doesn’t look at you right away.

He drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

Once. Twice. Three times.

And then—

He shifts.

Turns just enough that his dark eyes meet yours.

And in that quiet, gravelly voice, he says—

“It's how many people I’ve put in the ground.”

The words are so simple.

So blunt.

Like he’s just talking about fixing an engine or taking out the trash.

No hesitation. No guilt.

Just fact.

You feel your breath catch.

Because that’s the moment it clicks.

The weight behind the guys’ reactions. The way Tig howled with laughter. The way Juice and Bobby just stared at you, like they couldn’t believe what you were saying.

The way Happy just let you wonder.

Because this was the real answer.

Not something funny. Not something innocent.

Something cold.

Something real.

You don’t even realize you’ve gone quiet until Happy mutters—

“You scared, girl?”

You should say yes.

You should be scared.

Because what kind of person just admits that? What kind of man looks at you like that—so calm, so steady—and tells you, straight-up, that he’s killed people?

But the truth?

You’re not scared, not of Happy.

You’re just…

Processing.

So you shake your head.

“…No.”

Happy’s expression doesn’t change.

But something in his eyes shifts.

“…No?”

You shake your head again.

“I mean, I should be,” you admit, voice soft. “But… I don’t know. I think if you wanted to hurt me, you would’ve done it by now.”

Happy huffs out a quiet, amused breath.

“…Guess that’s true.”

The tension in the car eases just slightly.

And then—

You hear it.

That low rumble of a chuckle.

Barely there.

But real.

When you glance at him, Happy’s lips are curled just a little at the edges.

Not a full smile, but close.

And then he mutters—

“Night, girl."

Your mind will not shut up.

You thought that maybe once you got inside—once you were away from Happy, away from the quiet weight of his words—you’d be able to think clearly.

But all it’s done is make it worse.

Because now you’re alone.

And you can’t stop turning it over in your head.

You move through your nighttime routine on autopilot.

You brush your teeth. Wash your face. Change into pajamas.

But through all of it, your thoughts are stuck.

Looping.

He kills people.

Not just has killed. Kills. Present tense.

And he told you like it was nothing.

Like it wasn’t a big deal.

Like he wasn’t dropping a bomb in the middle of your brain.

You spit toothpaste into the sink.

Watch the water swirl it away.

Your reflection in the mirror looks…normal.

Like you shouldn’t be thinking about murder.

And that’s the part that makes your stomach twist.

Because why aren’t you scared?

You sit cross-legged in bed, phone in your hands, staring at your messages with Happy.

They’re so normal.

So casual.

A couple of texts about food. About a run-in you had with Tig earlier that made you laugh.

And now—

Now you know what kind of man he is.

What he’s done.

And you still—

You still want to talk to him.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Breathe in. Out.

Try to push down the guilt sitting heavy in your chest.

You should be terrified.

But instead—You’re worried about him.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

You type out a message.

Delete it.

Type it out again.

Delete it again.

What are you even supposed to say?

Hey, I know you’re a murderer, but I’m not scared, and I feel like that should bother me?

You chew your lip.

Finally, you settle on something simpler.

Something true.

You doing okay?

You hit send before you can second-guess yourself.

The message delivers instantly.

No response.

Yet.

You lie back against your pillows.

Stare at the ceiling.

And the longer the silence stretches, the worse the guilt gets.

You should’ve reacted.

You should’ve been afraid.

What does it say about you that you weren’t?

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 4 They finally have a conversation and oh no... is that Simon falling even harder? (I feel like this isn't as good as the other parts ut I hope you enjoy it)

< Part 3 | COD Masterlist | Part 5 >

One of the perks of taking over the shop is that Simon can play his own music how often and how loud he wants now. Sure, he’s not obnoxious about it but he cares less about customer experience than his boss did (he doesn’t need to work after all, none of them do after that last mission, this is more to help him stay sane).

The only customer whose experience he cares about is you. You deserve the best experience, you deserve all the good things. So he’s gotten into the habit of having a special playlist for the days when you come in. It’s not like he spend hours selecting the right songs for that one, hoping to pleasantly surprise you.

Today you’re earlier than usually and Simon is still setting up the music, connecting his phone and selecting the playlist. He catches sight of you and watches you out of the corner of his eye. My god, you look fantastic. Simon has half a mind to get on his knees and beg for permission to cup your face, cradle you like the precious gift you are so he might stare at you up close and – fuck he misclicked.

Instead of your playlist he tapped his own and now one of his favorite songs is blasting from the speakers and shit shit shit this can’t be happening. He can’t weird you out with his music taste, he can’t have you be even more scared of him. You’re not supposed to hear that.

Suddenly his palms are all sweaty and he scrambles to change the song, fumbling with his phone like it’s a slippery bar of soap. This is so stupid, it’s just music but he can’t help it, not when it’s you and it’s important and he can’t afford to fuck up even more and –

“You like this song too?!”, your voice meets his ears and his head snaps into your direction, meeting your eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. His hands abruptly stop uselessly fondling his phone.

Your eyes are sparkling and your voice, have mercy on his poor heart, sounds adorably excited while you beam at him. He almost snorts. No way. Aint no fucking way. Not a sweet little thing like you. Not a song like this.

Your grin is so wide he can’t help it when he starts smiling too, goddamnit he wants to see you this happy all the time.

“’s one of my favorites.”, he grumbles and he swears you nearly squeal. He never would have thought you could get cuter, yet here you were, proving him wrong once again.

“Mine too!”, you exclaim and giddily fidget on your spot. “I listen to this so much in fact… that…”, you continue and Simon can’t fathom what you’re about to tell him.

You turn to your ugly beast of a dog and start swaying on the spot to the music. Simon’s knuckles turn white with the effort of holding himself back from reaching for you to sway with you. What he’d give to place his hands on your hips and feel you move with him.

And then your dog starts swaying too and Simon nearly chokes on his spit. When you start head banging and really getting into it the ugly mutt joins right in. The music increases in tempo and intensity and so do your movements and your dogs.

It looks utterly silly and happy and free and Simon can feel his chest burst open, dropping his useless bleeding heart right at your feet, thumping pathetically for your attention. Suddenly he wishes he was a different man. Someone like Johnny, who’d step out from behind the counter, snatch you up in his arms, and dance ridiculously with you.

The dog starts howling along with the lead singer and Simon thinks it can’t get any more ridiculous until you start howling back at your dog. That’s the moment he knows he’s truly a goner. A deep amused chuckle bubbles up in his throat and he can’t remember the last time he was this happy.

He wishes he could take this scene and transport it into his living room, join you and the dog just to collapse onto the couch with you afterwards and hold you close. Make sure you’ll never leave him again. He feels like all the adoration he has for you will choke him up, fill his lungs until there is no more room for any oxygen. Simon is sure he could live without it, survive on your happiness alone.

The song comes to an end and you look at him, sparkling eyes and heaving chest and he chuckles again. He never thought he’d see meek and shy little you do something like that. Promptly you blush at his chuckle.

“Yeah… that… I listen to it so much that my boy here just automatically dances with me to it. He’s quite the talented singer as well.”, you chuckle yourself. He can tell that you’re embarrassed now, wringing your fingers together and he wants to gather you in his arms and press you against him until you fuse into one.

“Quite the talent he has. Learnt from the best.”, Simon responds and wow, did he just casually joke with you?!

You grin broadly at him (he did that! He made you smile) and he smiles back, softly, hoping you can tell from the slight creases around his eyes.

“Thank you, thank you.”, you respond with mock modesty and Simon knows, what had been some silly crush broke all sort of confinement today (who is he kidding, he never had it under control).

“I love that band. Wanted to go to their concert but none of my friends share my taste in music and… well…” You look at the floor and Simon’s fingers twitch with the need to tilt your head back up at him. “I’m scared of going alone.”, you admit quietly.

He swears his gums hurt with the way he wants to sink his teeth into your soft form and drag you home with him, keeping you locked up so you'll never have to be scared again (maybe he should talk with his therapist about that).

Johnny must have possessed him and Kyle just phantom kicked him in his butt, because he responds with: “I’m planning on going to that concert, wanna join me? I’ll make sure you’re safe, sweetheart”

[sagesbard]

Multi-tasking

Actor! AU Curly x reader x Jimmy

In this AU Jimmy is not a rapist I do not condone any of his actions as a victim of SA and rape.

NSFW MDNI

CW: overstim, threesome, squirting, bj, spit roasting, Jimmy being a sly bastard, condescending curly🔥🔥

Those two were always such pains in your ass. Those being Curly Grant and Jim, you actually never knew his last name. You offered Curly a spot in your next film because you needed an actor that was willing to work with you. Then you realized you needed more actors than you thought. You had some friends that were willing to do it so you were short by one. In walks Jimmy. Curlys best friend and he was nice at first. He listened and knocked the audition monologues out of the park. Then when you got to filming and the three of you become friends he started messing with for fun. Calling you "Mrs. Director" Every time you asked him to stand or do something for his scene he'd always say. "Yes Mrs. Director" with a shit eating grin. It annoyed you, everyone else listened but him. Then he got Curly in on it. You were all close enough friends for you not to fire them over it but it was still annoying. Then came the flirting remarks. Every time you tried to reprimand them they always said some stupid shit like. "And what will you do? Spank me?" Jimmy would tease. Curly was no help either. He'd just say "I'd like to see you try doll." Fuck he was so annoying, they were so annoying. But you couldn't help but look at the way Curlys arms looked when he helped lift something. Or the way Jimmy's eyes shined in the light on set.

I guess that's how you ended up in this situation. You three were on your couch in your apartment. It was a slow Saturday and all your other friends were busy. So your last resort was Curly, then he asked if he could bring Jimmy and you said sure. You had a movie playing but you couldn't really focus on it. Instead your eyes trailing over Jimmy's facial features and Curlys body. The way his legs were spread as he sat down and his thighs alone were enough to make you drool. The way Jimmy's hands held his knee while the other held his face while he was watching the movie. Your mind started to drift. You wonder what it'd feel like to have those hands on you, would they be rough and calloused or soft and gentle. Or the thought of Curly mumbling things in your ear. Heaven and God forbid your brain went to both at once. You could imagine the scene now. Jimmy's fingers in you, eating you out until you're a shaking mess. With Curly behind you having you on his lap, kissing or biting your neck. God you wanted them so badly. But they were your cast, you were basically their boss so you knew you couldn't do anything with them. "Uhhhh (name)?" Curly said, noticing the way you'd bite your lip as your eyes stared off into nothingness. The two college students looked at each other. Then back to you. You zoned back in when Jimmy snapped in your ear. You jumped a bit and blushed slightly. "You good doll?" Curly asked. "Yeah you look like a fuckin tomato right now." Jimmy commented, noticing how red your face was. "Fine!" You squeaked. "I'm fine" you said, more calmly this time. You were always confident and loud so you being startled by just their voices was new to both of them. "You sure you're alright, you looked like you were having a wet dream still awake." Jimmy said bluntly, to which Curly elbowed him for. "I'm just saying." Jimmy mumbled. In all honesty you practically were. As if they could hear your thoughts Curly spoke up and asked. "You did look like you were fantasizing though. Mind sharing with the class?" He teased. You automatically shot up in embarrassment. "N-no, I'm fine, I'd rather not share" you huffed. To which Curly and Jimmy just smiled at each other. "C'mon (name) I've probably heard worse from Jimmy, he was *weird* during middle school" Curly said, making jimmy elbow him this time. "Oh like what?" You replied. "He was a my little pony kid." Curly responded blankly. A small 'oh' escaping your lips. "Well..... I was thinking.... About you... Two." You said quietly. Embarrassed to even speak those words. "Oh?" Jimmy said, as if saying the work treat around a dog. "Do elaborate" he said excitedly. You were too far to turn back now. "One was eating me out the other had me in their lap.." you mumbled once more, avoiding eye contact until Jimmy grabbed your face, not roughly but not gently either. "Keep going." Curly said with baited breath. "One fucked me while I suck the other off." You said, having no choice but to look Jimmy in the eyes. "Fucking hell." Curly mumbled, his face turning red at her words. "If you want" Jimmy started. "Me and Curly here could make that happen." He continued. Your eyes widened at his statement. "I wouldn't mind" Curly said. "Would you like that doll?" He asked. You slowly nodded your head. Taking that as a yes Jimmy then smashed his lips against yours. His hands finding their way to your hips as he held them. Deepening the kiss, letting out a low hum at the feeling. When you two separated there was a line of saliva connecting your lips. Your mind was already hazy at just that kiss alone. Curly gently shoved Jimmy back as he kissed you, he was much more soft with it. Taking his time and making sure he savoured every bit. Pulling away after a few seconds because you two needed air.

"So Mrs. Director" Jimmy said, "what's next on your little list?" He teased, "um.. could you maybe-" you said before being cut off. "Uh uh, you yell at us all time on set" Curly interrupted. "So go ahead, command us like you normally do doll" He said, his blue eyes lowered and holding a predatory glance. You swear you were going to lose it. "Touch me" you muttered. "Atta girl" Curly said, gently placing you in his lap, his hand lowering to your shirt as you nodded. He sighed almost like a groan, lifting up the fabric leaving you and a bra. He tried to take it off but he sat there messing with it for about 3 minutes. You laughed and took it off yourself. Both men mumbled a "God damn" at the sight of you. Jimmy once again wasted zero time and kissed you again. Your back facing curly as his hands trailed over your body. The friction of his rough hands going over your tits made you gasp and moan into the kiss. Jim's hands then lowered to your pants. Pulling back from the kiss as he looked for your permission. You nodded, eyes half lidded and needy. "Please." You mumbled. He smiled and unbuttoned your pants. Dragging them down, revealing your underwear already soaked. "Would you look at that" Jimmy said to Curly both smiling. "Poor thing" Curly said. As Jimmy's hands hooked the lace fabric and pulled them off of you. The cold air hitting your pussy making you jolt. Jimmy just laughed as his hand went to your clit. Rubbing it in circles. You jumped once again and moaned. Curly laughed again and started kissing your neck. Biting gently as his hands went back to your chest. While Jimmy stopped rubbing you and inserted a finger, causing your breathing to falter. "You're doing so good for us" Curly mumbled in your ear, his cock straining in his pants. You could feel it under you, poking against your ass. Soon enough Jimmy added a second. Making your hips buck against his hand as you whined. You soon felt a knot form in your lower abdomen. "Don't stop, fuck please don't stop" you mumbled, grinding against his hand. "Not planning to" Jimmy said, locking eyes with you as you came. Your whole body shaking a jerking as you covered his hand in your sticky cum. "You're so cute like this baby" Jimmy said, licking his hand clean of your juices, you were still catching your breath as Curly took you out of his lap.

Jimmy got up and went behind you. Curly then standing up and sitting in front of the two. As Jimmy unbuckled his pants and positioned himself at your entrance. Pushing in he groaned at the feeling of you around him. As Jimmy started thrusting, his hands on your hips like a vice, biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. Your moans lined up with each of his thrusts. Curly fumbled with his belt buckle, gently holding your chin as he silently asked if you were okay. You bit your lip and nodded gently, your eyes giving away the fact that you barely had any thoughts left. He pulled down his boxers just enough to take out his hard cock. The flushed tip dripping pre cum. You drooled at the sight of his cock. Gently grabbing it as yous stroked it slowly. Eventually wrapping your lips around it as Curly groaned. Jimmy's harsh thrusts causing you to take more of him in your mouth. You moaned and whimpered around Curlys cock as he groaned at the feeling. His breathing heavy as he gently grabbed a fistful your hair. Your eyes looking up at him while Jimmy thrusted harder. Making you moan more around Curly as your mind went blank. "F-fuck baby, maybe the reason you were such a bitch on set was because you need two strong men to fuck the attitude out of you yeah?" Jimmy said, laughing meanly.

Curly bit his lip as you went up and down his cock, accidentally pulling your hair once your tongue traced over the vein on the underside of his cock. You tightened around Jimmy at the feeling. "Fuck babe you actually like that stuff?" Jimmy laughed meanly, Curly just blushed as you continued to suck him off. Soon enough he felt himself getting close. "Dammit, I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours doll, is that okay? Fuck" Curly groaned breathlessly. Slightly whimpering when he finally came down your throat. You coughed when he pulled out of your mouth as Jimmy's movements stuttered. "Fuck 'm gonna cum, fucking pussy's gripping me like a vice." Jimmy muttered as he had you on all fours. As Jimmy kept ramming into you he gently pulled you hair to put you up, your back against his chest as he kissed you once more. He tasted like the vanilla liquor he kept around his apartment, but not in a he just drank it way. His hand then snaked down your body as he rubbed your clit. Your hips automatically going to grind against his hand. Moaning into the kiss as your breathing became more ragged, cumming on his cock as his hips stutter once more. "F-fuck, cumming!" Jimmy groaned, shooting ropes of hot cum into your pussy. He gave you a second before pulling out. Your fucked out state making the two men laugh a bit.

Curly kneeled and gently held your chin to get you to look up at him. He shook his head condescendingly as he spoke. "Tsk tsk, Jimmy was so mean to you huh? Our poor little director. Get more than you asked for huh?" You shook your head. Your breathing rough, " m' fine. Just a little shaken up." You muttered, sitting up to look at the blonde haired man. Your half lidded eyes said otherwise. Curly raised a brow and grinned mischievously. You knew that look, that's the kind of look he had when you asked him about getting a stunt double when he got knocked back on set. The look he had when he said he could do it himself. Fuck he took it as a challenge. You thought to yourself. "In that case, I'm sure you wouldn't mind just one more round right?" Curly said, Jimmy knew that tone of voice he had. So Jimmy just sat back on the couch, watching the two of you. "Do your worst. Grant" you said, putting emphasis on his name. You only called him that when you were absolutely pissed at him. But in this context, if he wasn't already so hard he would've been that instant. "Fuck" he muttered, before he had you face down ass up, one of his hands on the back of your neck, pressing down as you bit back a whimper. He rammed into you without warning, causing you to gasp and moan loudly as he thrusted harshly. He wasn't fast like Jimmy's thrusts, he was slow and deliberate. But you could still feel him bruising your guts. His hand left your neck to grip your hips. You moaned as he fucked you. He was panting like a dog. He muttered swears as he destroyed you. A white ring around where you two connected. You couldn't even think straight anymore. "You're gonna f-fucking break me" You whined as your head hung back. "Yeah? Maybe that'll fix your fucking attitude on set." Curly said as his hand slid down your body, rubbing your puffy clit in small tight circles. Your hips jerked against him. He bit his lip in response, the feeling of you tightening around him. "m' gonna cum" you whined out. "Not yet, you gotta earn it, sorry Hun" Curly huffed out, his movements slowing down to a stop. You groaned in frustration. "You can ask nicely I know you can" He said, grinding into you, causing you to moan. "Please" you mumbled, looking away embarrassed. "What was that?" Curly teased. Jim walked out of the room for a minute, exchanging a knowing glance with Curly. "Please make me cum" You say, eyes lowered and holding a needy lustful look. Curly honestly almost came on the spot from that alone. "Yes ma'am" He said, before pounding you even harder than before. Causing your voice to crack as your moaned, your back arching into his touch. His large rough hand coming down onto your ass, making you yelp and moan even more. "Fuck you really are a whore." Curly muttered as he felt you tighten around him. You moaned as you felt yourself grow close again. Your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips. "Wanna cum" you whined over and over again. "Go ahead baby fuck" Curly moaned, his voice cracking. As you came you gushed around his cock. Your vision going blurry as you did so. "D-dammit didn't know you could squirt like that o-oh God." Curly moaned as he came inside you, shaking and drooling as he did so. It took a minute for you two to catch your breaths.

Jimmy then came back into the room. "Hey you two horny fucks done yet?" He said, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, we are" Curly huffed. "Cool, I drew a bath for her and all that so if you wanna carry her in there that'd be great." Jimmy said, pointing towards the bathroom. Curly then picked you up and went in there, setting you down gently in the water. Your body finally relaxing as you let yourself soak in the hot water. After you got out and such you put on some comfy pajamas and joined the two back on the couch to watch another movie. This time, your mind didn't wander as much. You did notice that the two cleaned up the couch as much as possible, you smiled at the realization. By the time the night was over and the two men went home after much reassurance from you that you were okay. "See you on set Mrs. Director." Jimmy said with a shit eating grin as he left through the door. God you hated those two, but not as much now.

A/N: lmk how y'all enjoyed this! It took me almost a fucking month between exams personal shit and Tumblr just not saving my drafts. But I hope y'all liked it<3 as usual my requests are always open and if you'd like to support me or bump up your request to first priority you can always support me on cash app ($sagethebard) ofc you don't have to but it'd definitely be a huge help 💗

[audiovideodisco]

shhhh this might be a crazy idea omg omg omg feel free to delete this but what about being wilson’s sugar baby? 👉👈 that’s like a dream come true tbh

Ohhohoooooo this is … you got me thinking here…

My diamond secret.

You work in PPTH under House, but there’s no way you can afford the life you live with a fellows salary…

cw: sugaring, swearing, vague medical talk

word count: 600 ish

requested: yes

sfw: yes

relationship: wilson x reader

characteristics: gn

“Hey [Y/N]…” Thirteen sniffs the air with a confused look, “are you wearing a new scent?”

You smile a little and look into your bag as you rifle through it, eventually sitting down with a coffee that was definitely stupidly overpriced.

“Yeah, you like it?”-“Yeah, it’s subtle but it suits you.”

“Thanks, Remy, I wish I could wear more to work, I really like it.”

Thirteen laughs a little and turns to House as he walks into the room, his eyes squinting as he notices something different. You had been getting new things recently, the last couple of months, not that you’d been showing off or anything but House knew something had changed. There was no way you could afford to get this many new cashmere sweaters, new bags, fancy designer sneakers… you name it. At first he thought you might be getting yourself into some major debt, but that’s wasn’t like you, and he had no reason to think you might be manic.

The DDx continues as normal, but House keeps his eye on you, noticing - for the first time - a bracelet on your wrist. It’s simple and plain, but it’s gold.

“Go, get a scan of his head.” He says, and you and the team get up to leave the office. As the others filter out before you, you hear House ask you to wait for a moment.

“So. New bracelet?”

“Uh, yeah… got it last week… why’d you ask?”

“I’ve seen that jewellery collection on TV, advertised at like 2000 dollars. No way you bought that.”

You scoff and laugh.

“Why’d you say that?” House rolls his eyes and his voice begins to strain a little as his frustration grows.

“Are you putting yourself into debt? Did you steal it?”

“What the fuck, House?”

“There’s no way you can afford to buy all these things on a fellows salary, I know, I’m your boss-“

“Wow- I appreciate your… concern? It’s none of your business.” You say curtly.

House looked a bit taken aback by your response, but nodded his head.

“Good for you. Now go do your job.”

You roll your eyes half jokingly and go do your job, like you’re told to. The case is as weird as the rest, throwing every curveball under the sun at you. As you’re taking a sort-of-break in the cafeteria, Wilson places his tray across from you and sits at the table, handing you a drink.

“Hey.” You say softly, not looking up from the papers in front of you. When you do finish the sentence you’re writing, you take a big sip from the drink and mouth a thank you. Wilson smiles and taps your foot with his under the table.

“You really should take an actual break, you know.”

“Yeah, right, that’d give House the chance to grill me again.”

“What? Why is he-“

“He saw the bracelet and is connecting the dots…”-Realisation flashed on Wilson’s face, followed by a small smile and flush of embarrassment,

“Oh… shit. I know I said I love it when you wear what I buy you, but maybe leave it at home…”

“No, it’s too late… maybe we can make it a game…” You say, a mischievous smile on your face as you sip your drink again.

“Ah ah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea-“

“C’mon, Jamesy…”

He rolled his eyes playfully, laughing with you, until his pager went.

“I’ve got to go, sweetheart…” He whispered, “I’ve put a little more into your account so you can go and get some you time tonight, then I’ll see you tomorrow, alright, love?”

You nod and smile,

“Thank you, Jamesy.” You say with a flush on your cheeks as he walks away, pulling up your sleeves to really make sure your new gifts were visible.

[matt-murdockk]

Short Circuit

pairing: connor (rk800) x reader words: 1k summary: reader sees Connor outside of work for the first time in normal human clothes and dies a little bit (comedy, fluff) warnings: language, lack of proofreading, fic from reader's pov a/n: let's pretend this is after the good ending and androids can own property now cause we're going to Connor's place etc

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Words cannot describe the amount of hate I have for Fowler. On my day off he asks me to take some evidence over to Connor for a 'quick analysis', like, Jesus Christ dude wait for the labwork like the rest of us. The nerve of this guy, honestly. Anyway, if you were wondering why I was driving to Connor's place first thing on a Sunday, that was it.

Yes, I hate my boss, how original, but I would never pass up an opportunity to see Connor. Sure, he's my colleague, but he's also my friend. And also I may be in love with him have a normal, tiny, minuscule crush on him. I don't know how it happened, I didn't even realize it, but yes, I do, in fact, have feelings for Connor. "Oh but he's an andro-" Go fuck yourself, he's more human than most people these days.

Before I realized it, I was at his place and almost knocked on his door. Almost being the keyword here, because I heard a voice from the inside.

"Detective! Just a minute. I will be right there."

"Holy shit, how did you know? Let me guess, X-ray vision?" It's always something with him. Of course, Cyberlife's most intelligent android comes with X-ray vision. I feel stupid for not guessing right away. Wait, does this mean he had X-ray vision all this time? That feels like an ethical grey area. Is that allowed? My rapid descent down that rabbit hole was interrupted by the sound of the door being unlocked.

"Ring Camera. Come on in!" He led me inside and I absent-mindedly followed him before I noticed it. He was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. Connor Anderson (legal name, yes), android detective by day, who famously only wore suits, was standing in front of me, in goddamn sweats. And he looked like he stepped right out of my dreams.

I did not know it was possible to be any level of attractive in fucking pajamas, but oh my god, it absolutely was. He looked hot as hell. I don't know if it was from having only seen him in formals, or the fact that Kamski knowingly made a hottie, but I was reveling in this sight.

His T-shirt fit him exactly as it should have, and his sleeves stopped halfway through the biceps I didn't even know he had. His hair looked unkempt and tousled, which was questionable because there's no way he slept, right? I was very sure he could hear my heartbeat because that sucker was betraying me and beating way too fast.

I could not form coherent thoughts for another full minute or so. I am not even holding back, he genuinely looked so attractive he quite literally stole my breath away. All I could do was mumble nonsense while staring at him like I misplaced my glasses.

"Detective, are you alright?"

"What? Me? Yeah, no problem, bud." Bud???? I'd have slapped myself if I could.

"Your body temperature is rapidly rising and your heart is displaying signs of arrhythmia. I suggest we-"

"I suggest we nothing, Connor. I promise I'm fine." See that kids, right there, is what we call a bald-faced lie.

"If you say so. What brings you here, detective?"

"Detective? Come on, we're not at work, man. Chill."

"Alright then, (Y/n), what brings you here?" (Y/n). The way he said my name made me want to explode. Sure, everyone says my name, its my name but oh my god, when he says it, he makes me want to change my last name to his. Which would be Hank's. Huh. That's weird.

"Right, yeah, work stuff. Fowler sent me with evidence for you to analyze. Apparently, they can't wait for the lab like the rest of us mortals." I shoved the file into his hands a little too quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice how my hands were shaking. He noticed.

"Your hands are trembling." Of course he noticed. Connor notices everything.

"I'm just… cold," I lied, despite standing in his very well-heated apartment.

Connor tilted his head slightly, that signature analytical look of his making me want to crawl under a rock. "You appear to be experiencing stress. Should I—"

"Connor, no. I don't need an analysis, I need to… sit down." That was the best I could come up with. Great. Very smooth.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing toward his couch. I moved to sit down, hoping a change of scenery would calm my nerves. It didn’t.

Connor sat across from me, still in those damn sweatpants, his expression unreadable as he opened the file and started flipping through its contents. His focus should’ve made me feel at ease- it was just Connor being Connor- but instead, I found myself staring at his hands. They were annoyingly perfect, like the rest of him, and I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like if he- nope. No. Abort mission.

"Is something wrong with the file?" he asked suddenly, looking up.

"What? No! The file's fine. Great file. Top-tier evidence. You're gonna love it." Jesus Christ, someone take my mouth away.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "You’re behaving… unusually."

"I’m behaving perfectly normal," I said, crossing my arms in what I hoped was a casual way but probably looked defensive. "Maybe you're the one behaving unusually. I mean, sweatpants? Who are you and what have you done with Connor?"

He blinked, then looked down at himself as if realizing for the first time what he was wearing. "Hank suggested I try some human rituals like pajamas and sleep to better accommodate my deviancy. He claims it’s a key aspect of ‘human relaxation.’ Was this choice inappropriate?"

"No!" I said, a little too quickly. "No, you look—" amazing, perfect, hotter than anyone has a right to look "—fine. You look fine."

Connor studied me for a moment, and I swear I saw the faintest flicker of amusement cross his face. Was he… smirking? Oh no. Oh no, he knew.

"You should consider it," he said, casually returning to the file.

"Consider what?"

"Relaxing. You seem… tense."

And just like that, the ball was back in his court. I was flustered, he was composed, and I was left wondering how I was supposed to get through the rest of this visit without making a complete fool of myself.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

a/n: y'all, this is my first time writing dbh, sorry if it sucks T_T

[thepixelelf]

superhero cheol x tech whiz reader warnings: coarse language. food. wc: 1.0k

[anonymous nights] As Seungcheol ducked behind the world’s most disgusting, foul-smelling, gag-inducing dumpster, he thought this was perhaps — no, definitely — the worst idea you’d ever had. His full-head mask was starting to itch, and he felt stupid in his suit sneaking through alleys and hiding behind trash cans.

“Remind me again why I’m following this random ass dude instead of Seo Jewon? What happened to catching the city’s ‘fourth most dangerous villain’?”

A bit of static tickled Seungcheol’s ear through the communication device implanted in his suit, which he knew meant you were getting further and further away the more he pursued the target. He had no idea where you parked your small van, aside from knowing it was somewhere in the city — a precaution put in place so Seungcheol would never be able to give away your location. Or, more accurately, so he wouldn’t risk losing the petabytes of information you’d collected over the years.

“Seo Jewon was a total red herring, this is our real guy,” you said through his earpiece.

The man he was following kept walking, and Seungcheol almost thanked him because he had to get away from whatever was polluting that dumpster. “And you know that because…?”

“Hey, who’s the brains of this operation?” You sounded slightly garbled, but Seungcheol could hear your mouse clicking in the background. “That’s right, me.”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes even though he knew you couldn’t see it.

“I can feel you rolling your eyes, Solar Flare.”

Okay, maybe not.

“How do you always do that?”

He could hear your smile through the device. Maybe it wasn’t so hard. “I told you. Brains.” You tapped your mic twice, and Seungcheol winced at the plosive sound. He was about to complain when you spoke again. “Eyes up, Solar, you’re losing him.”

Glancing around, Seungcheol realized he did, in fact, lose track of the target, and he cursed under his breath. He heard you holding back laughter before you muted yourself. Picking up the pace and getting heavier on his feet, Seungcheol searched for your supposed ‘true villain’. Your silence only spurred him on; he knew you were making fun of him in your head.

You’d been assigned to him about a year ago, a decision made by the higher-ups because Seungcheol was apparently “too much of a handful” with his fiery powers (plus an equally fiery attitude), and you were the prodigious tech newbie they could force into working with him. Little did they know, spending too much time with him made you just as annoying. Hence why you and him were out tonight, chasing a completely new suspect instead of the one the bosses sent you after.

“Check your two o’clock.”

Seungcheol slipped into another alleyway, sticking close to the walls, though a load of good that did. “You know,” he said, a little breathless from his efforts to catch up to the target, “it might be a bit easier for me to tail this guy if I wasn’t dressed like Guy Fieri.”

“Hey, I didn’t design the suit, I just built it.” Your words sounded weird again. “Blame the fashion department, not me.”

“Okay, one, we don’t have a fashion department, and two, are eating cup fucking ramen right now?”

He could hear you slurping noodles up. “What? I can’t have dinner and save the city at the same time?”

“Dinner?! It’s like one in the morning!”

“I'm a busy sidekick.”

“You are not my sidekick.”

You snorted into the mic, an undignified sound you never held back from making when it was just you and Seungcheol. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”

“Whatever. Tell me you at least had breakfast.” The line went silent, and Seungcheol cursed again. “You’re a hazard.”

Seungcheol could feel your greasy smile through the comm as you cooed. “I’m your hazard, Solar Flare.”

After working together for almost a year, you still hadn’t called Seungcheol by his name. You said it was “keeping things professional”, but Seungcheol was pretty sure you just liked to tease him. Before you, no one had ever made jokes about his destructive superpowers. In fact, most people stayed away from him as much as possible. Then you came along and started saying he was your personal barbecue grill or space heater, never once afraid of his tendency to catch things on fire.

Seungcheol never told you how much he appreciated that.

“Shut up,” he mumbled.

“You lost him again.”

“God damn it.”

Seungcheol spent the next twenty minutes tailing your suspect through the city with you piping in every few turns, letting him know what he couldn’t see. He was beginning to think this was stupid. Of course this guy wasn’t the culprit, you must have been wrong — it wasn’t like you’d never been wrong before.

But then the guy turned a corner where almost no one ever went. He walked through another totally gross alley and went down some rusted outdoor basement stairs, glancing around. Almost like he didn’t want to be followed. Seungcheol silently pleaded it wasn’t what it looked like. (Though he probably shouldn’t have, considering this meant he was about to catch the bad guy.)

After the man entered the door, Seungcheol walked up to it, peering through the tiny barred window. He couldn’t see anything, so he opened the door just a crack and stepped through as quietly as he could. A dark hallway was all that greeted him, but down it, he could hear angry voices going at each other over something he couldn’t quite make out. Peeking out of the hallway, Seungcheol immediately retracted when he saw everything. A bunch of men and piles and piles of… well he didn’t know exactly what, but it didn’t look good.

“I fucking knew it!” you cheered through his earpiece. You must’ve already taken a picture during the millisecond Seungcheol had poked his head out and scanned it. “Alright, I’m calling backup.”

“What’s our cover story tonight? That I just so happened to stumble across the city’s fourth most dangerous secret lair?”

You clacked away at your keyboard. “No cover story this time. I found this guy fair and square.”

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