#m; charlie pace

[allthebestcowgirls]

if charlie pace lived to see brat i think he would've tried to get a drive shaft feature on one of the songs in a desperate attempt to stay relevant and everyone would make fun of him on twitter

[superhoeva]

𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 – 𝐜. 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | okay lovelies. i remember doing this 2478912 years ago for another character i was once in love with in another life and the idea popped back into my head late last night. this is not the only one i'll be doing because i'm down very badly for so many fictional fucking people lol. next up... pope cody? eneeways, thank you to the beauties @ovaryacted and @stellamarielu for beta-ing this for me last minutes. another thanks to @ozarkthedog for speaking the words "charlie reid" and "pussy spanking" into the universe, as i was too much of a coward too until i saw her delicious blurb (go check it out 🫵🏾)!! please heed the warning(s) on this one guys, all of them listed below <3

warning(s): some dark content, language, smut, female pronouns used, safe word (mentioned), spanking/pussy spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex (p in v), possessiveness, dirty talk, bodiily fluids, oral sex (f +m receiving), facefucking/throat fucking, breath play (mentioned), mean!charlie (at times), dark(ish)!charlie, sex toys (mentioned), degradation, public sex, exhibitionism, crying, desk sex, charlie calls the reader names: “slut” + “whore” + “cum rag”, creampies (mention), charlie’s version of aftercare; w/c is 1.8k

✩ To start off, this guy’s a growler. It wouldn’t make sense to deny it, not with how often his vocal cords tighten and razor out the rough sound. It’s usually in the form of your name or a curse, Charlie strains to keep his eyes from rolling at how wet you feel wrapped around his cock. You just take his cock so god damn perfectly… stretched out all pretty and taking every inch he stuffs inside you.

He can’t help the way the noises seep from the back of his throat. Raw and feral Charlie sounds, fucking you the same way with an untamed pace and hands grabbing you with such a heat, you wouldn’t be surprised if his palms were to sear a scar in the shape of his grip. Forever marking you with a him-shaped grope and a pussy full of his seed.

✩ Charlie also never fails to remind you that you are his. He’s a possessive person, remarkably so when it comes to you. No one else makes him feel the way you do–light-headed and running hot and damn near drunk–and makes most of the other things throughout the world insignificant. Not much else is good enough for you except him, and he doesn’t want much to do with anything except you. ‘You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine, baby, you got that?’ he mumbles while he’s buried inside you, exhales mixing with yours. Partially for you, mostly for himself, Charlie builds himself up around the mantra. Wholly convinced of the fact and you belong to him and ensures that it stays hidden from the many evils of the world that you and all of your sweet have him wrapped tight around your finger.

✩ Two words: pussy spanking. Charlie might be a little obsessed with it but no more than he’s obsessed with you. How you whine and jerk when the flat of his fingers pat a sharp smack against your center. He always makes sure to follow it with slow, sopping kisses against the stinging skin, lapping his tongue around your to soothe away the ache before spanking you again, pupils tinting black a soul-sucking abyss at the way you clench around nothing. Crying as you stare back at him, your slit oozes out a slick of warm arousal. “Blubber all you want, doll. Pussy’s leaking out more tears than those eyes and you haven’t even thought about saying ‘red’ yet, have you?” A sick grin splits Charlie’s lips when you arch and shake your head. That’s my girl.

✩ Another one of his addictions is fucking your throat. You’ve got the most gorgeous lips and he’ll never get enough of how they looked stretched wide at the base of his cock while you choke at the way his tip nudges your throat. Charlie likes it messy. He likes you teary-eyed and drooling, and gagging all over him while he holds your face with two hands and a belly full of grunts. The man had to train you up to it but now you’re completely in tune to how he wants you–a complete and utter mess for him to unsoil once it’s over.

After he’s held your nose and busted a load down your throat, he’ll pull out and gather all the spit from your chin and face on his fingers, sliding them into your mouth for you to finish. Sometimes Charlie can’t help himself, forcing his thick digits back until they’re sliding at the back of your tongue, another wet gag jerking your body as he gazes at you, biting at his lip to stifle his groan. Mmhm the man hums, cock twitching with fast-returning life and a rush of heat… all for you.

✩ One of Charlie’s hands is usually what acts as a dampener for the moans you release when he’s fucking you in public. It’s sublime, the way you spill out his name through choked gasps and thick pants. So much so that Charlie purposefully sees how loud he can get you. Whether it’s behind the locked door and closed shades of his office or in the backseat of his cruiser, he makes sure his cock brushes at the angle he’s certain will tear the most gruttal sounds from you possible.

You try so, so hard to keep them in, keep them hidden. You want to feel good, you wanna fall apart in places where that isn’t allowed but don’t wany anyone to know just how willing you are to let him make that happen. It’s a dichotomy that only drives Charlie to extensive, piercing strokes that yank an uproar of wails that he is just barely able to engulf with his cupped palm. “You don’t get to take my cock and not scream for me, baby. That just ain’t happenin’. Let em go or I’ll pull the fuck out, drive you home, and tie you to that vibe you think you’ve managed to hide from me…”

✩ You’ve come to expect it regularly these days–the sound of your panties snapping in half or being ripped to make room for the fat of his cock to stick through and fuck you like he so badly desires. Charlie’s forearms and biceps bulge as he tears the fabric with little to no regard, barely flicking his eyes from the sight of your pussy that’s finally revealed by his ravaging of your hole. Ignoring your gasps, Charlie just smirks while rubbing a palm along your ass and squeezing.

Your underwear, they just… they just always manage to get in the way. He doesn’t even know why you bother with them most of the time, as he has zero patience when it comes to watching you slip them off and fold them all pretty before putting them to the side. If he’s feeling nice, sometimes Charlie will just slide them over to gain access to you. Other days, all he’ll do is tear them and strike a smack to one of your cheeks with a growl. Hush. You already know he’s gonna buy you more.

✩ Charlie is a verbal lover in the sense that he makes you say what’s feeling good… what you want him to do. Speak it into existence for him, and he’ll give you the entire world. Has it been a bitch of a day and you need his cock in your mouth so you can stop thinking? Say it. Your hole is achy and dripping and empty without his fingers packed inside you? Say it. You want him to fuck you into the matress until you forget your name and only know his? Say that shit.

S’not hard, baby, and you look so pretty doing it. Charlie knew your true self the moment he met you. He could sense just how much you not only wanted but needed someone like him–only him–to ruin you the way you want. Smelled it from a mile away. But he’s only gonna give it to you if you tell him, no matter how cute you are when you act like you can’t speak.

✩ When he’s done fucking you, the two of you aren’t really done. Not until you suck your spend off his cock and he kisses you until you can’t breathe. Charlie will usually let you work on your own, a hand on the back of your head guiding you more gently than usual. He stares you down, eyes following every swirl of your tongue across the head and veins, and you lick all the way down to his balls before letting them pop out with a sleepy smile. He’s pulling you up to him right after, hands palming your ass as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, mumbling something like that’s how he likes his girl. All cock drunk and sweet for him.

✩ Charlie grinds his cock deep inside you while you’re atop his desk at least once a week, sometimes three. It’ll have been after you bring him lunch with the prettiest smile or bring something he’d purposefully left behind. He’ll spend a few minutes listening to how your day has been so far–only half-way listening to the words you’re rambling because you’re just so damn distracting. Looking at him like that. Smiling at him like that. Just asking for trouble, so he gives it to you.

It’s noisy but Charlie doesn’t care. Pens rattle and the screen of his computer shakes, yet the thought of them falling is secondary to the way you’re creaming the length  of his dick. “Didn’t even ask ‘f you were good for me today… should I even be fuckin’ you like this? You done anything to earn me givin’ it to you this good? Hm?”  You try to answer but a loud groan slips out instead. Your chest is pressed into the desk and you’re holding the wood for dear life.

Charlie’s hands fist at the hem of your shirt, bunching it up to hold and force you back onto him until he can’t push any further. So full and tispy his cock is making you, head pulsing as it crams its way inside your hole. “You’ll take it either way won’t you? So greedy. Happy to take all my cum and walk out with it dripping down your thighs, aren’t you? My pretty girl… my slut…”

✩ “Look at you, takin’ it all… pussy stuffed all full’a my cock. You like that, doll? Hm? ‘Course you do. Love it when I fuck you stupid. ‘Til you’re drooling for it like a good little whore. You gonna be a proper hole and keep taking it? Lemme fill you up, flip you over, fill you up again? Or maybe I’ll paint this face. Turn you into the prettiest cum rag anyone’ll ever see…”

In other words: degradation.

✩ (BONUS) Charlie knows he goes hard. Hell, everything about the man is 99% right angles of either glacial frost or blazing heat… until he’s with his girl. The usual impenetrable nonchalant demeanor is pierced by you easily  as he wipes you down with a towel, placing long kisses to your thighs in between each soft rub. His hands are the opposite of the hard spanks you received before… now, they caress you and squeeze gently, voice low and rumbling as he blinks through his own haze to praise you and wipe away the tears. “No more’a this now, okay? Did real good for me. Real good, ‘m very proud, baby. Now we’re gonna go pee, then you’re gonna drink and eat somethin–hey. No, no sleeping ‘til you eat a little and get some water down, alright? Pee, water, eat, then I’ll call your work so you sleep the next two days ‘f you really want…”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[newmoonlover009]

Long Day - Charlie Swan

“Then let me take care of you.”

Charlie Swan x Fem!Reader

Summary - Charlie comes home from another late night at the station. You’re determined to mitigate the stress that comes with his job—while showing him just how much you missed him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, kissing, oral m!receiving, lack of foreplay (kinda), the uniform stays ON, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, soft!Charlie, the pet name “baby,” and the use of the words “cock” and “cunt.”

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes. Twilight au—details won’t be accurate to the films or books—they are rewritten to fit the story.

a/n - again, this one shot has been roughly proofread, so apologies in advance if there are any painfully obvious spelling errors and grammar mistakes.

The jingle of his keys unlocking the door and the sound of his heavy boots stepping onto the hardwood floor prompt you to jolt awake. Your eyes shoot open, and you are met with your dark bedroom. Charlie’s finally home. 

Earlier in the evening, he had called to inform you that he’d be staying late at the station and to eat dinner without him. You understood what you signed up for when your relationship first started, however, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed whenever those frequent calls came. Not only for the lack of quality time, but because you know the mental toll it takes on Charlie. Recently, he’s been working late almost every night—and every night, you’re forced to eat dinner alone and curl up into your empty bed, waiting for him to return. 

Charlie loves his job. Although, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t hate the way it keeps him from you. It kills him to know you’re waiting for him at home all alone, sometimes forcing yourself to stay up until he arrives. This is not one of those nights.

You had fallen asleep as soon as you cleaned the mess that making dinner warranted—begrudgingly crawling up the stairs, lazily breezing through your nightly routine, and closing your eyes as soon as your head hit the pillow. Usually, you’d have trouble even falling asleep, having missed the way Charlie’s warmth would gather beneath the covers. Lately, you’ve grown accustomed to it, despite how much you hate it and how badly you miss him. 

Throwing the covers off of your body, you swing your legs over the edge of your shared bed and slide your feet into your house slippers. Fall is approaching, so the house is under a constant chill, making you grab one of Charlie’s flannels to push your goosebumped arms into the oversized sleeves. It was a bad night to wear shorts and a tank top to bed, you silently point out. 

Slowly opening the bedroom door, your eyes squint from the harsh light shining from downstairs. Charlie’s looking for the food you set aside for him, no doubt, and you can tell by the way his footsteps move cautiously that he’s trying to be quiet. Your feet quietly drag along the floor, your steps barely audible as you tread down the stairs at a leisurely pace. 

Turning the corner, you step into the kitchen, your eyes still adjusting to the overhead fluorescent lighting. You find Charlie sitting at the dinette table, caught in the middle of cracking open a cold beer. Rough night, you figure. 

He jumps, nearly spilling his beer, when he finally notices you standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

“Hey, baby.” His drawn voice calls to you, setting the can down on the table. “Did I wake you?” 

He looks exhausted. His stature is leaned back, legs sitting manspread, and he hasn’t bothered to shed off his heavy police coat or his duty belt. Hours of work settle themselves into the dark circles that form under his eyes, and his hair is messy, a product of him running his hands through it whenever he’s stressed. Which is often, lately. 

“S’okay.” You wave him off, your tired words slurring as you shuffle toward him and hold his flannel closer to your shivering body. It’s much colder downstairs, and your body screams to crawl back into bed. “I missed you.” 

“Missed you too, baby.” His soft voice pulls you closer, his arms opening to invite you into them. Stopping between his spread legs, you opt to sit on one of them, sitting sideways while wrapping your arms around his neck. His arm curls around you, settling his hand on your hip while his other arm perches itself onto the table. From his position, he looks up at you, his warm eyes visibly admiring your features. He always looks at you with such adoration, his lips twitching into a subtle smirk as he does so. 

“How was work?” You ask, a yawn forcing its way out of you at the end of your question. 

“It was… fine.” His hesitation is a dead giveaway that there’s more than he’s leading on. 

“Charlie.” Your tone is a warning. His eyes catch yours, but flick away when you raise your eyebrows, fishing for more information. Giving in, he lets out a deep breath, his eyes closing as he pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. 

“There’s just a lot going on at the station—and not enough cops to deal with it. That’s where I come in.” He sighs, the stress of the day weighing heavy on his stature. “I guess it’s the price I pay for being Chief of Police.”

“You deserve a break.” You tell him, unwrapping your hold on him to run your hand through his hair. Your nails gently drag along his scalp, knowing it soothes him, and you watch as the tension melts from his shoulders just a bit. “I wish there was something I could do—to relieve your stress, at least.” He only hums in response, distracted by the soothing action as his eyes stay shut.

Charlie does have days off, but even then, he’ll receive a phone call about some paperwork that needs to be reviewed—or a case needs to be filed—or someone is specifically asking to speak with him, and only him. 

“It’s my day off tomorrow.” He reasons, but you both know that doesn’t mean anything.

“For now.” You sigh, sliding your hand from his hair to his cheek, the subtle scruff scratching your palm. His eyes open to find yours, exhaustion present in their gaze. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, silence falling before you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as your eyes flutter close. His hand on your hip tightens as you feel him push back, pouring his affection into you. His other arm leaves the surface of the table and you feel his free hand grip onto your outer thigh, pulling you closer into him. Your arms replace themselves around his neck, deepening the kiss further than you intended.

A low groan settles in Charlie’s throat when he feels you squirm in his lap. He can read your body language fairly well—and that’s a telltale sign that you want him. Bad. 

You can’t help but feel as though he needs this. A moment to forget about work. Indulge in something that doesn’t require effort—at least not mentally. If there’s one thing you know about Charlie, it’s how to get his mind off of things. When he’s with you, nothing else matters, and you’re determined to make that happen. 

Quickly breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, your breath heavy with pure need. “Come with me.” 

Charlie wastes no time following your lead as you lift yourself off of his lap. You grab one of his hands, pulling him from the chair and out of the kitchen, straight into the living room. Positioning him in front of the couch, you release his hand and undo the zipper of his police jacket, his eyes focused only on you. Slowly, you peel the jacket off of him, letting it fall off his shoulders and arms, before gathering it into your hands and tossing it to the lonesome chair beside the couch. He watches you, his head following your movements, curious as to what your next steps are.  

Just as his hands instinctively reach for your waist, your hands lay flat against his chest, carefully pushing him to sit on the couch. He lands on the soft surface with a small oof, his head craning upward to look at you. He looks mesmerizing. 

His legs fall in their natural spread position, his head leaning against the headrest of the couch, and hands resting atop his thighs, eyes watching you with eagerness. You’re positive Charlie expected to go another night sleeping beside you with little to no acknowledgment, always allowing you to get your beauty rest, but this—this is much better. 

His eyes follow yours as you kneel between his legs, your hands landing on either knee. You notice subtle tension in his muscles at your touch, your hands moving up his legs at a tantalizing pace. His thighs tense up while you fumble with his duty belt, undoing the heavy buckle and sliding the bulky belt off of his hips, setting it aside elsewhere. He’s left only in his work pants and department button-up. 

“Aren’t you tired, baby?” His gravelly voice cuts in as your fingers graze his pants’ zipper, pulling you to look up at him from your position. 

Truth be told, your tiredness left you long ago when you noticed just how wound up Charlie really is. Your incessant need to pamper him consumed your thoughts, satisfaction only redeemable once he’s cared for. 

“Not at all. Are you?” He shakes his head, his hips absently bucking beneath your touch. “Then let me take care of you.” You smirk, watching as the black of his pupils swallows his rich brown irises. 

He’s at a loss for words as he observes your movements—undoing the button and zipper of his pants with ease and untucking his shirt from the waistband. His breath is shallow—shaky—when your fingers ghost the elastic waistband of his boxers. You must’ve been in this position a hundred times, but you still manage to get him riled up; his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes focused on every small action. His stomach flexes when the tips of your fingers graze his skin, hooking your fingers into his boxers and tugging just enough to let his length spring free. 

He nearly groans when you firmly wrap your hand around his erection, admiring the precum that leaks from the tip. You glance up at him, watching as his breath gets caught in his throat when your eyes lock with his. His hands have fallen to the sides of him, absently gripping the plush couch cushions beneath him—he’s waiting, patiently—restraint proving hard to keep. 

You hold his gaze as you lean forward, sitting on the heels of your feet, and capture the tip of his cock between your plump lips. He releases his breath, the rush of air coming out uneasy as his head falls back. The salty taste of his precum floods your tastebuds, and you hum as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive skin—simulating a vibrating sensation. His hips jerk beneath you as you feel one of his hands fly to your hair, his fingers grazing your scalp to maintain a hold on you. 

Taking him deeper, you sink your head down, only stopping when you feel him hit the back of your throat. A low groan exits Charlie—your watchful eyes observing as his lips part to release his silent praise. You move up slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip once more, before sinking back down. The grip on your hair tightens, though it’s not uncomfortable or painful. If anything, it encourages a faster pace, your own arousal growing from the consistent grunts that slip off of Charlie’s lips. 

You’re unwilling to let him finish this way, and as much as you’d love to taste him dripping down your throat, you’re feeling selfish. You’re unable to ignore the pooling moisture between your thighs, nearly soaking through the thin sleep shorts you wore to bed. You maintain a steady rhythm, tears gathering on your waterline from the brush of his tip against your throat, until you see his stomach tighten through his shirt. He’s close. Too close. 

Hollowing your cheeks one last time, you release his erection with an audible pop and tuck it back into his boxers. His head veers down to look at you, his brows scrunched from his close climax and chest heaving from his heavy breaths. 

He undoes the hold on your hair, sliding his hand to hold your cheek, his palm flat against your flushed skin. His thumb swipes the spit that’s accumulated on your now-swollen lips, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his own. 

“I missed you so much.” He sighs, bringing his other hand to cup your other cheek, pride present on his features. He has his girl sitting on her knees for him after a long day at work. The sight makes his cock twitch. 

“Show me.” You challenge, lifting yourself off the heels of your feet, still kneeling before him. 

He takes the hint, peeling his back off the couch to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Your hands grip his wrists, and his large palms are now plastered against your jawline to hold you against him. Your lips move hastily yet fluidly. This kiss is much more fervent than the one before in the kitchen. 

Charlie consumes your every sense. You taste him on your tongue, the brief sip of beer he got to enjoy still present on his lips. His starving groan echoes in your ears. Images of him with his head hung back, lips parted, and eyes squeezed shut just moments ago flicker like a film behind your closed eyes. He smells of cinnamon, firewood, and natural musk—his natural pheromones seep into his skin, only driving you even more insane at a close range. And all that you can feel is him. His rough palms cradling your face, the coarse hair of his mustache scratching your sensitive skin, and his lips consuming yours in a yearning embrace. 

You move quickly as you lift yourself from the ground, lips still attached to his as you climb into his lap, straddling him. His hands fall from your face, instantly finding a home on your waist, the tips of his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Draping your arms over his shoulders and the back of the couch, you break the kiss, much to his natural protest. 

Though, you’re not done with him. Bending your head to find his neck, your lips gently graze the warm skin. His head tilts, his hips bucking into yours as you pepper open-mouth kisses along the tender flesh. Your lips move along his neck, paying extra attention to his sweet spots, and stopping just below his ear. 

Grazing his earlobe with your lips, you whisper, “Show me how much you missed me, Charlie.”

You nearly yelp when he gets a stronger hold on you, quickly switching positions so you’re lying beneath him. There’s no wasting time for him as he paws at your flimsy sleep shorts, pulling the near-see-through material down your thighs. His eyes grow darker—unsatiated—when he sees just how wet you are through your cotton underwear. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, swiftly peeling the soaked material off of your cunt, prompting you to lift your hips in assistance. You lay there before him in your sorry excuse of a spaghetti-strap tank top, your hardened nipples peeking through the thin fabric, and his oversized flannel, with your hair splayed over the armrest of the couch. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles to himself. 

He leans over you, carefully placing his lips onto yours in yet another kiss. It’s slow this time. Meaningful. 

Your arms lazily wrap around his neck, your eyes fluttering close as your legs spread for him, welcoming him between them. One of his hands is propped onto the armrest beside your head while the other fumbles with his boxers, releasing his awaiting erection. His lips work against you as you suck in a small gasp, feeling him drag his tip through your wet folds. He’s being gentle, and thorough, as explores every crevice before pausing at your aching entrance. 

Both of your breaths hitch when he nudges his hips forward, your walls stretching to consume every inch. Your breath quickens the deeper he gets, your cunt pulsing as it attempts to accommodate him. His mouth swallows the moan that claws its way from your throat when he’s fully seated inside you. Usually, you’d take the much-needed time to get to this point, but the situation demanded urgency. 

Charlie’s other hand falls into place beside your head, now caging you in. His lips leave yours, his breathing heavy as he pulls his hips back, only to carefully drive back into you. Your lips part, and a string of quiet moans braid themselves into every exhaled breath. If it’s possible, your legs spread wider, the heels of your feet finding themselves digging into his lower back as he finds a steady rhythm.

Your hands spread on the expanse of his broad back, desperately grasping at the material of his police uniform. An incoherent stream of grunts rolls off Charlie’s tongue, increasingly growing louder and adding to your peaking arousal. You know you won’t last long, and neither will he.

“I missed this so much.” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and scrunching your brows in pure pleasure. “I missed you.” 

“Jesus, baby.” He mutters under his breath. His lack of words is a sign that he’s close, unable to form a coherent thought. 

He maintains the same speed, his hips digging into yours with forceful thrusts, trying to keep the momentum. That familiar feeling settles deep within your lower belly, sending waves of arousal to your already-soaking cunt. It allows him to thrust into you rapidly, your limbs clinging onto him as your climax quickly climbs to its highest point. 

“Please, Charlie.” His name leaves your mouth in a pleading whimper.

“Look at me, baby.” The tremble in his voice lets you know he’s not far behind. 

Your eyes open to find him locked onto yours. A sheen layer of sweat gathers along his forehead, and his hair sticks to the creased skin as his brows furrow in concentration. 

His hips slam into yours for a final time, both of your orgasms clashing. Yours washes over you in rhythmic pulses around Charlie’s cock, uncontrollable cries leaving your throat raw as you finish around him. His cock twitches frantically inside of you, coating your fluttering walls in his cum. Charlie’s defeated groans climb over every surface around you, filling the living room.

When he finally pulls out, his cum spills out of you, mixing with your own release as it settles beneath you. The feeling isn’t your favorite, however, you’re distracted when Charlie places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Both of your breathing has evened, and the aftershocks of your orgasms are now a distant memory. 

His body slumps onto yours, his head falling onto your chest. Your hands slide into his hair, combing the rough strands back, eliciting a content hum from Charlie. His arms snake down to your waist, hooking underneath you to hold you closer. The couch isn’t nearly big enough to allow the two of you to cuddle comfortably, and you’re sure he looks ridiculous with his legs hanging off the other armrest, but he doesn’t seem to care. He nuzzles into your chest, and while you’re perfectly content with staying like this, he deserves to be comfortable. Preferably in bed. With you.

“We should head up, Charlie.” You tug on his hair, pulling him to look up at you. “You’re still in your uniform.” You point out, chuckling. 

“Fine.” He grumbles, lifting himself off of you, and tucking his softening erection into his boxers. You see a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before a smirk is plastered on his face. “We really should get cleaned up, though. How ‘bout a shower?” He means together.

You glance at the clock on the wall behind him, then back at him. “Aren’t you tired?” You repeat his earlier question. 

“It’s my day off tomorrow.” He recalls, and you playfully roll your eyes. 

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your fingers gripped at the once pristine bed sheets, eyes screwed shut as a broken moan passed parted lips. evereything was becoming too much, but god did it feel so good. you couldn't even bring yourself to look down at your boyfriend, knowing that he was enjoying himself too much between your thighs - evident by the fact that he was on the verge of bringing you to your third orgasm, just by his mouth.

"charlie-" a gasp as his finger entered into you broke your plea, teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you attempted to quiet yourself.

"you look so pretty for me, mon ange." charles chuckled from his place on the bed, and if you had opened your eyes you would've seen just how debauched he looked. his hair was a mess, sticking up in different places from where your hands had laid purchase when he had first began teasing you. his lips were a pretty shade of red, and his chin had traces of your wetness on it.

his tongue licked at your clit before he sucked, adding a second finger in at the same time, his fingers moving at a pace that had you absolutely wrecked.

"'m gonna cum, charlie... i, oh my god." your back arched, feeling your stomach tighten as you clenched around his fingers. your eyes opened as your orgasm washed over you, looking down at your boyfriend as he smirked against you.

it felt like your orgasm lasted ages. your stomach was twitching slightly as charles pulled away from you, a pleased expression written on his face. "i told you i missed you, mon ange. sometimes i feel like you think i lie." he teased, moving to be next to you.

"i don't think you lie," you grumbled, your head resting on his chest as one of his hands smoothed through your hair. "i just forget..." a giggle passed your lips, eyes feeling exeptionally heavy.

"nap time and then it will all be about you." you promise, sealing it with a kiss before getting comfortable against charles' chest, letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

[theyluvjake]

only you.

pairings: jake x fem reader

genre: fluff fluff fluffy, a little silly ?

synopsis: jake is madly in love with his pretty girlfriend and cant help but worry when she goes out for a night with her friends.. — when the time comes, he picks her up drunk and takes care of her <3

overprotective/possesive jake

! not proof read !

jake hated whenever you insisted on going out by yourself. it wasnt for any sort of lack of trust in you, but moreso other people. however, tonight, since it was your best friends birthday all of the girls insisted on going out. clubbing, drinking and bar hopping all night.

this was strictly a girls-only occasion, no matter how hard he tried to convince you, you didnt budge. he finally gave up but that didnt stop him from putting in place "safety measures". your location was on so he could see where you were all night, and he politely asked for text check-ins.

he didn't want to seem too overbearing or god forbid like a toxic boyfriend in any way shape or form. of course he wanted you to have your freedom, hes just, him. a lovesick puppy who wants to be at your side 24/7 to protect you from anyone who may look at you the wrong way.

-

"jake, ill be fine!!" you whined reassuring him as you got changed and finished up getting ready, walking out into the living room seeing him sitting on the couch.

"in that?!?"

he didnt mean for it to come out that way at all, it wasnt that he didnt like it, he loved the outfit. he just knew that so would pretty much every single guy at the bar would.

"you dont like it?" you pouted a small bit of insecurity washing over you. which was immediately obvious to jake as he got up and walked over to you, arms resting on your waist softly rubbing down you sides. "no no, baby, i love it... its just-" — he paused and sighed as his eyes scanned every inch of your body in that mini skirt trying best to keep his inner demons at bay.

"i just know everyone else will too.. this should be only for me ok? its really short.. i mean, i like it... alot... but.." he sighed heavily and you smiled blushing softly bringing your hands up to cup his face in your hands.

"im bringing a jacket, you will barely even be able to see the skirt... ok? its long too, covers me up! " you nodded very insistent on still wearing the outfit youd so carefully curated. jake sighed and nodded, "please just be careful,.. ok?" — "i know how much you get distracted and wander off, please stay with your friends tonight, its important baby, ya?" you smiled and leaned up on your tippy toes placing a soft kiss on his lips quickly. "promise!!" you grabbed your bag texting the girls as they just arrived to pick you up. but before you could go jake quickly pulled you back in for another kiss, this one deeper and longer than yours. "i have the worlds prettiest girlfriend... a blessing and a curse it is.." — you couldn't hide your smile, " i love you, ill text you ill see you later ok?"

and with that, you were out the door.

and jake was back to the couch with his phone in his hand, no matter how late you were he wasnt gonna be able to fall asleep untill you were home in his arms.

•

the night was going great, you and your friends had been to 3 bars now and to say the least, you were more than a little gone by now...

jake checked his phone,

1:34am y/n location status: bar

jaeyun: hey baby, you ok? coming home soon?

y/n: mm sooonna!'

y/n: m smiss you!!'!

jaeyun: baby, are you drunk..?

- sent 6 minutes ago

jake was tapping his foot on the floor practically pacing back and forth in your apartment waiting for you to reply.

he knew you guys were going out to drink obviously. but he thought if you knew he wasn't gonna be around, youd at least drink responsibly with a tolerance as low as yours.

fuck it. he quickly dialed your number,

- phone answers, no response "baby? you there?" he asked impatiently awaiting some sort of sound other than muffled charlie xcx in the background. "wa, jakey!! why are you callin?" you held the phone up to your ear, "are you drunk? where are you?" he asked softly but obvious worry in his tone, not that you could notice though. "noooo wayyyy im jus, like a .. lil bit tipsy!" you giggled into the phone, and he could tell that was a big fat lie. "im coming to get you ok? stay put." he hung up the phone quickly so he could grab his keys and nothing more, quickly running out of your apartment door and to his car. following your shared location until he found which club you were in.

as soon as he entered the club he raced through the crowds, his eyes were scanning around for any sign of you. his one and only care in the world, making sure you were safe.

-

his worries immediately washed away as he spotted you across the room with the rest of your friends. all feelings of anxiety leaving as soon as he laid eyes on you despite you obviously being drunk.

"hey baby~," he hummed sweetly causing you to quickly turn around hugging him immediately. "jakeee!! what are you doin here??" you quickly looked up tilting your head in a confused manner which made it impossible for him not to place at least one kiss on your adorable face. "im your uber driver, get in," he laughs causing you to do the same. "nooo not done yet!!" you whined, causing him to chuckle some more imitating you a bit. "yesss done noww~ — come'on princess, you are wasted, let me get you home now ok? go say goodbye to all your friends, its already almost 3 am." you huffed before ultimately agreeing, mostly due to the fact the world was spinning and your feet were killing you from the most uncomfortable pair of heals you decided on wearing.

after youd said all your goodbyes jake carefully guided you out of the bar to his car opening the passenger side and carefully helping you into the seat, buckling you in before returning to the drivers side. "y/n, you ok?" he asked gently lifting one of his hands to cup your cheek directing your gaze to his. "mhmmn , feet and head hurt a lil" he shook his head and started the car. "ok baby, lets get you home to bed." — once you were successfully back to your apartment jake carried you up the stairs all the way to the door, worried you would trip or fall accidentally. obviously you didn't detest it, you would never turn down his princess treatment towards you. carefully he laid you down on the couch, delicately reaching up to brush some of your messy hair out of your face. "you're so cute. even when you're drunk out of your mind." he chuckled placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "wait right here, mkay?".

jake ran around your apartment quickly gathering a few things, ice cold water, a blanket, makeup wipes, a change of clothes and a hairbrush before he sat down next to you. immediately you went to hug him, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep in his arms right now, you had no energy to do anything. lucky for you, your boyfriend had it all covered. "shh, we gotta get u cleaned up ok? then we can go cuddle all you want hm?" i hummed and you whined. "don wanna.." — he chuckled again at your cuteness. "dont worry, you dont need to lift a finger~"

you tilted your head confused before opening your drooping eyes, feeling the coolness of the makeup wipes carefully running over your skin. causing you to smile to yourself. times like this really made you wonder how you had ever gotten this lucky.

"and there we go, all done pretty girl" jake smiles lovingly as he wipes the last bit of makeup off your face. you had actually almost fell asleep while he did so, only coming back to consciousness a bit when you heard his voice again.

"want me to wash your face and do your skincare? you just need to help me a little with the order, can you do that baby?" you nodded your head whilst it slumped to the side, causing him to quickly grab your cheeks positioning your head upright again. "how much did you drink...?" he asked concerned, but knowing how much of a lightweight you were he knew it quite literally could have only been a couple. – "what'r youu, my mom?" you giggled causing jake to do the same, "no silly, im your boyfriend, your loving boyfriend, who's trying to get you ready for bed, do you remember me?" you opened your eyes again finally, but only squinting as you tried to make out the blurred face infront of you, "mhm!! jase!!"

jake just slowly closed his eyes letting his head fall into your lap in defeat. "mhm... yea jase" he mumbled muffling a small laugh before he lifted up his head. "okay silly girl come on," he quickly scooped you up off the couch carrying you in his arms to your room before carefully helping you change your clothes into your pajamas. laying you down onto your bed, jake quickly went into the bathroom grabbing all of your skincare products before placing them down onto the bed beside you. he had watched you do this many times before, so he had no fear that he could easily do it himself at this point. without a second thought he carefully washed your face using a wash cloth and your face wash, before applying all of your serums and moisturizers. just as he finished, placing a small kiss on your lips "pretty."

"jake?" – his eyes lit up with the small call of his name from your lips, "mhm? im here baby, what do you need?" he carefully held your hand in both of his caressing your skin gently.

"m tired.. " he smiled softly, "lets go to bed then hm?" you sleepily nodded your head. jake waisted no time walking to turn off the lights before lifting up the covers and crawling into bed behind you. his warm arms scooping you up into his embrace, holding you as closely as possible. his lips softly pressing against the back of your neck and the side of your cheek.

he was tired too. it was almost 4 am at this point and little did you know he had also stayed up all night, for this very moment. just to make sure you were home safe and in his arms. "i love you" you mumbled, your hands wrapping over his draped around your waist keeping them there. you could feel the smile on the back of your neck, before feeling another warm kiss. "i love you more."

—

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 2: The Ceremony✨

Well well well, looks like you guys won. You get a continuation of this fic that was meant to be a one shot lmao! I had some awesome people to bounce ideas off of and I couldn't do this without them. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's time for the wedding! But you know I can't go a chapter without writing a little smut hehe~

*** - Scene change ~~~ - Flashback

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: It's wedding day! And Lucifer is more than willing to try and convince you to the leave the reception early...

Warnings: 18+, smut, hand job, oral (m receiving)

"You know, if you don't quit your pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet..."

***

It had only been a week since the proposal and the wedding was already here. But this is what you both wanted; a nice quiet wedding with only a handful of people with everyone else in Hell being none the wiser. You had to beg Lucifer for the week you got in between, he was practically ready to say "I do" once he put that engagement ring on your hand. It may have seemed like you two were moving a little bit fast considering most weddings take months, sometimes years to plan out! But when you're marrying the King of Hell, there really was next to nothing to worry about when it came to your special day.

The new hotel was the perfect venue, complete with a beautiful ballroom that could rival any chapel on Earth. The guest list was extremely exclusive consisting of only the occupants of the hotel, minus one Radio Demon, not that he would attend even if he was invited. It was Charlie who suggested that he protect the hotel today from any threat that might make itself known. On top of that, Charlie was more than happy to be the officiant, as being the Princess of Hell granted her that authority. Money was no object to the Morningstar family, so no expense was spared.

But regardless of any of that, Lucifer couldn't help but worry. You had one other request for him after he popped the question.

~~~

"I hate to ask more of you after asking for a week to prepare," you started, putting on the last of your clothes that you had discarded during your fun little teasing display, "but..." Lucifer approached you suddenly and held your hand in both of his.

"My love, you can ask of me anything you wish. There is no limit when it comes to you. You've already given me the best gift of becoming my future bride. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!" He leaned down and planted a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn't help but blush, he never failed to charm you.

"This may sound a little odd, considering what just took place a few minutes ago," you breathed out a sigh, "but...what would you say to refraining from any...intense intimacy?" Lucifer cocked his eyebrow and smirked, seemingly intrigued. "B-but only for this week, I promise! Kissing and cuddling would still be on the table, of course. And no deliberate teasing from me, that wouldn't be fair. I was just thinking that...I want our first night as a married couple to be special. And I figured holding off for the time in between would only heighten the experience. If that's not something you want, I completely understand that-MMPH," you were silenced by Lucifer's soft lips on yours.

"Oh darling, was that all?," he flashed his signature toothy grin at you. "That's hardly a request! I think that's a wonderful idea...n-not that I don't want to ravish you at any given time! But you're right, I couldn't imagine a better honeymoon than getting the chance to feel you again after being denied for a few days, even though it may feel like an eternity. I'll be on my best behavior; you have my word!"

~~~

And Lucifer was on his best behavior, for the most part, at least. There were a few instances where his hands had traveled a little too low on your body and some kisses became deeper than they should have. But both of you managed to make it through the week! But today was the day, and his anxiety was at an all-time high. You decided to sleep in separates rooms the night before, wanting the next time you saw each other to be at the altar. That was the plan, at least.

It had been a while since Lucifer had slept alone. Suffice to say he couldn't sleep. He assured you that he would be alright sleeping alone for just one night, but that ended up being easier said than done. The empty bed he laid in brought back painful memories of his first night without Lilith, something that still haunted him to this day. There would be times where Lucifer would wake up in a cold sweat, only to glance over to see you peacefully asleep, and he could breathe again. Anytime you felt him tug you closer to him in the middle of the night, you knew what had woken him up. He never hid his feelings from you when he confided in you about his ex, and you didn't mind that he would wake you when his nightmares overwhelmed him. You loved him and he loved you. You would never leave. So when you heard your door creek open in the middle of the night to see your fiancé standing ion the door frame, you only smiled and gestured him to you.

~~~

"I-I'm sorry," he sobbed quietly, "I tried...I really did...I-I had a dream, a nightmare, you were there but you started to fade away in front of me. I reached out but it was no use. I woke up and…and you weren’t there, I panicked…I’m so s-sorry…”

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," you soothed and brought him into a tight embrace. You felt a tear that had fallen from his face make its way down your collarbone. "Don't cry, Luci, I'm not upset, not at all." You lifted his head up to wipe away his remaining tears. "Let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." You planted a kiss on his forehead, and from the dim red light that shown through your windows, you could see a small smile appear on his face. He laid down, his back facing you as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him flush to your chest. You could hear his breathing start to even about again.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured.

"You know I think the same thing every day," you respond.

He interlaced his fingers with yours at your words, squeezing you hand softly. "Promise me you'll never think that again. Please. You deserve everything and more."

"Alright," you conceded, kissing the back of his head, "as long as you promise me the same thing. You're my everything, and I'll spend the rest of my afterlife showing you that."

"Okay," he spoke weakly. You intertwined your legs with his, bringing yourself as close to him as possible. "I still intend to keep my other promise. I'll be gone before you wake up."

"You can stay as long as you need to," you whispered before drifting off to sleep once more.

~~~

True to his word, Lucifer had managed to sneak away before you woke. After adorning his typical attire, he found himself wandering the halls of the hotel, finally stopping when he reached the lobby. Thinking he was alone, Lucifer started talking to himself and paced back and forth like a madman.

"Was this a mistake? Are we moving too fast? No, no, no it's alright, it's fine! We're fine! Get a fucking GRIP, Lucifer! You're panicking for nothing! She loves you...right? Yes, yes of course she does! Why would she say yes to you?! Unless...NO! No, none of that! Relax! Need to relax..."

"You know, if you don't quit your pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet," Husk remarked, attempting to get Lucifer's attention in his anxious state.

"WHAT THE-" Lucifer shrieked hearing the bartender's voice. After seeing Husk standing behind the bar, he breathed out a sigh of relief and clutched his hand to his rapidly beating heart. "Geez, warn a guy next time!" Husk huffed and returned to cleaning the whiskey glass he held in his hand. "How, uhh, how much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know that you're a fucking mess right now," the cat demon replied, setting down his now clean glass. "Perhaps you need a bartender to talk to."

"Uhh, alright?" Lucifer made his way over to the bar and took a tentative seat on one of the stools.

"This is about your girl, ain't it?" Husk correctly guessed, "about the wedding?" Lucifer sighed and nodded. "Mhmm. You love this gal, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Lucifer answered almost defensively. "She's...my everything!"

Husk picked up another dirty glass to clean. "And has she given you any reason to doubt that she feels the same way?"

Lucifer huffed. "Well, I...no, no she hasn't. She's always been there for me. Listening to my ramblings, making me laugh, consoling me during the worst times, like last night...she's...she's just perfect!"

"So what's the holdup?" Husk asked after setting the other glass down.

"It's not as simple as you're making it out to be, Husker," Lucifer retorted, pushing his way back from the bar. "I loved Lilith with all of my heart and soul. And she said...that she loved me too. But then one day, she was just gone. Vanished. We fell together. We built a life here TOGETHER! And she just leaves? It's like the last 10,000 years together meant absolutely NOTHING!" Lucifer ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep his composure. "I-I can't lose her like like I lost Lilith. I just can't! I just want to be enough for her. I don't know what I would do if she...", he couldn't finish his sentence. He sat back down at the bar, resting his head in his arms. "The pain would break me..."

The sound of a glass sliding across the counter top caught Lucifer's attention. When he lifted his head, he noticed a full glass of scotch sitting next to him. "Calms the nerves," Husk spoke. Lucifer let out a deep breath and took a swig, choking slightly in the process not realizing how strong it was.

"Not much of a drinker," Lucifer admitted, setting the glass down.

"Sir, if I may..." Husk began.

"You can call me Lucifer," the angel smiled slightly.

Husk smirked. "Lucifer, all I can tell you that love is a vulnerable emotion. I understand that you're afraid. Afraid that history will repeat itself, that your love is not meant to be, and that you're going to end up alone all over again." Lucifer's face sunk, lowering his head against his arms once more. "But," Husk continued, "I know one thing for sure. That girl up there ain't Lilith."

Lucifer raised his head, now hanging onto every word from the bartender.

"If anybody thinks you aren't enough, that's their own fucking problem. And I can tell you that your girl ain't like that at all. She adores ya, can't get her to shut up about ya! Hell, I couldn't even tell you why she ended up down here in the first place! Another one of Heaven's fuck ups, for sure. But for your sake, I'm glad she did." Husk reached over and gulped down Lucifer's unfinished glass of scotch. "Be a shame if it went to waste."

Lucifer let out the smallest of laughs. "Thank you, Husker. And you're right, even in this God forsaken pit, she manages to make it just a little bit brighter. She saved me. And I'm going to devote every moment of my immortal life to her."

"Good to hear. Now..." Husk slammed his hand down on the counter, "get your shit together and go get ready! You got a wedding to attend."

*** You startled awake with the sound of knocking at your door. Your mind was still foggy, brief memories of last night flooded through your head. "Lucifer?" you sat up and looked around your room, but he was already gone, leaving you alone in an empty bed. He had kept his promise after all. There was another set of knocks at the door. "Coming!" you shouted as you ran to grab the robe you had left on the armchair. You opened the door to see Charlie bouncing giddily.

“Good moooorrrrnnniiiinnnngggggg~” she practically sang. “Did you sleep well? Are you ready for your big day?? Are we forgetting anything???” She rapid fired questions at you while you were still rubbing the crust from your eyes.

“Charlie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re more excited than I am,” you joked, gesturing her to come in. “In order: Yes, I slept…well. Yes, I’m ready...mentally speaking. And no, we’re definitely not forgetting anything. You’re the most meticulous and thoughtful person I know, you definitely have everything planned to a tee! You practically leapt out of your skin when we asked if you would officiate.”

"Aww, thank you!" Charlie smiled as she skipped into your room. "And of course! I would never turn down such an opportunity! Being the princess of Hell does have its perks! You can never be too prepared, ya know? Especially for a day that's so wonderful and magical and full of love!" You saw tears welling up in her eyes out of pure joy.

"Hey now, I thought I was the one that was supposed to be crying today!" you joked.

"Right, right! Sorry!" She wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed your hands excitedly. "Let's get your hair and make up done!"

Charlie dragged you over to the vanity and sat you down in the chair. You weren't one to wear much makeup typically, but Charlie insisted. And when Charlie asks for something, it's pretty much impossible to tell her no. So you obliged. But you made her promise that she would not go overboard, only the basics. Thankfully you showered the night before, so your hair just needed a good brush through. Charlie grabbed the hairbrush and began to comb through your hair, gently pulling out the knots out of the nasty case of bed head you were sporting. She truly was the kindest soul you've ever met. But that didn't stop you from feeling a little awkward.

"Charlie," you mumbled, "can I-oww...can I ask you something?"

"Yes, absolutely!" She grabbed the the already plugged-in curler and started working on adding some volume to your hair.

"Are...are you sure you're alright with this?" you asked timidly. "I mean...me and your father. I just don't want you to think I'm trying to, you know...replace your mother. I know I don't know much about her or your relationship but..."

Charlie put down the curler and kneeled down next to you, gently grabbing your hand. "You don't need to worry about that! I promise, it's alright with me. It's more than alright, actually! I haven't seen my dad this happy in a long, long time. He loves you so much! You wanna know how I know that? Because he tells me. Every single day. His eyes light up when anybody mentions your name! And I know you would never do anything to hurt him, or me. You're too kind and good hearted for that. I know it may feel like you're inserting yourself into the picture, but I'm more than happy to have you as part of our family! I know the love you have for my dad is genuine, and I wouldn't change a thing!"

A smile formed on your face. "Thank you, Charlie."

"Now," Charlie hopped up from the floor and grabbed the large make up bag sitting on the counter, “time to make magic happen! I have the perfect idea! Close your eyes and no peaking until I say so!”

*** You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you stood in front of the closed ballroom doors. You knew just on the other side of that door was the love of your life, and he was waiting for you. Husk linked your arm with his, flashing you a warm smile. "You ready?"

You let out a few shaky breaths before you could answer him. "Y-yes."

"Don't worry, I gotcha," he comforted, "one step at a time, alright? Trust me, whatever you're feeling now, he was in much worse shape this morning. Nearly had to kick his ass to the altar myself. But I straightened him out for ya."

You could help but laugh. "Thanks, Husk. And thank you for walking me down. I know this isn't really a traditional wedding, but I appreciate everything you and everyone else have done for us."

"No thanks is necessary," Husk replied, "for what you do for Charlie and the hotel, it's the least I can do. You're a good one to be sure. And the King is damn lucky to have ya." You smiled and tightened your grip on Husk's arm as you heard the faint sound of music start to play on the other side. "It's time."

Without another word, the large wooden doors opened in front of you, and the music could be heard much more clearly now. The Bridal Chorus. Husk waited on your command as you took the first step. You scanned the room. You saw Vaggie and Cherri standing to one side, Angel off to the other, while Niffty skipped in front of you throwing a mix of flower petals and roaches. You noticed Charlie straight ahead of you in a lovely blue suit, a color you've never seen her wear before. You also took notice to the fact there didn't seem to be any organ in the room, despite the music that continued to play as you walked. You guessed it was some of Lucifer's magic. He really knew how to set the scene for the occasion.

Finally, your eyes found Lucifer. He looked at you as if you were the most angelic being he's ever laid his eyes on. You couldn't quite make out the details of his face yet, but you could tell that tears had begun rolling down his face. You saw his suit for the first time. A beautiful black velvet suit with embroidered gold detailing on the jacket. He looked like royalty.

Lucifer stared back at you, fighting every urge in his body to run to you and scoop you up in his arms. Your dress was immaculate. A stunning flowing sleeveless white dress adorned with fluffy scarlet feathers that were scattered across the skirt and completely covered the bodice. An homage to your future husband. You were only a few feet from him now. His smile could have lit the darkest of rooms. The tears continued to flow from his eyes, and you could feel tears threatening to leave yours as well.

"Deep breaths," Husk murmured to you before stepping to the side to join Angel. You inhaled deeply, holding your breath until you stood directly in front of Lucifer, only exhaling when he reached out and held your hands in his.

The music stopped. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear now.

Charlie cleared her throat. "Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to join these two souls before us in holy matrimony. I understand that the couple have written their own vows." Charlie glanced your way and beamed. "Ladies first!" You smiled back at her then turned your full attention to Lucifer, staring lovingly and longingly into his eyes. You had spent the entire week practicing and memorizing your words for this very moment. You breathed in, and you breathed out.

"Lucifer, words cannot begin to describe how you make me feel. You have shown me so much compassion, understanding, care, and adoration that I had never experienced on Earth. My promise to you is that I will always stay by your side, I will never abandon you, and I will love you for the rest of my after life. You've changed my life for the better, and I will make sure that I do the same for you. You are my one true love, forever and always. I love you, my angel."

Lucifer pulled one of his hands away to wipe away the tears the refused to stop flowing. Angel pulled out a handkerchief and brought it over to him and began patting it across his cheeks. You looked at Charlie who had also started to cry. She quickly composed herself and turned towards her father. "D-Dad?" she squeaked out.

Once Lucifer was able to compose himself, he took hold of your hands once more. "My love, I have existed since before the dawn of creation. And in my thousands of years of existence, no one has brought me as much joy as you have. You came into my life suddenly, like a thief in the night, and stole my most precious possession. My heart. It is yours now, for eternity and even beyond. I promise that you will never know another day of sadness, of heartbreak, or of loneliness. My devotion to you is boundless and unfathomable and never ending. I am yours. I love you, my queen."

Razzle appeared in front of the two of you, displaying the silver wedding rings for each of you. You and Lucifer took your respective ring to to place on the other's hand.

"Lucifer," Charlie spoke through her sniffles "will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife; will you love, honor, and cherish her, hold her up in the good times and the bad, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do, forever," he answered, sliding the ring onto your finger.

Charlie turned and repeated the question to you.

"Yes, I do," you proclaimed, sliding the ring onto his hand in the same manner.

"By the power vested in me, as princess of Hell, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

You and Lucifer smiled at each other, no longer able to hold back any of your tears. Lucifer cupped your face and brought your lips to his for a tender kiss. You heard the cheers from the others in the room, and you definitely heard Angel whistle as your lips connected. When you pulled apart, something had caught your eye. Your rings were glowing. Magic in the form of golden dust surrounded each of them, swirling around the metal bands.

"What's this?" You asked Lucifer, who didn't seem alarmed at all.

He chuckled. "You're the new Queen of Hell, my darling. This magic is a symbol. It signifies that you are no longer bound by the rules that govern the sinners; you are bound to me. You have free reign to travel anywhere you wish, including the other rings of Hell. You're now one of the most powerful beings in the realm! But we can get into the finer details later; for now," Lucifer pecked your lips once again, "let's celebrate!"

After wiping away her excessive tears, Charlie cleared her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar!" The crowd cheered as you walked hand in hand with your husband back down the aisle.

"Who's ready to fucking PARTY?!" Cherri yelled behind you as you all made your way towards the bar in the lobby.

Drinks poured at the reception, everyone was cutting lose and having fun! You two had decided to partake in as many traditional reception activities as you could! Neither of you knew how you ended up with so much cake all over yourselves, but it was alright considering Lucifer easily snapped his fingers and both of you ended up back in pristine condition. You invited everyone to participate in the bouquet toss, but it was Vaggie who ended up with the flowers in the end. She absolutely failed to hide her blush from Charlie who was jumping for joy! But this next tradition was something Lucifer had really been looking forward to; the garter belt toss.

Ever the showman, Lucifer hiked up your dress to your thigh and rather than using his hands, he decided to use his teeth to pull the garment down. His head lingered near your thigh way longer than necessary, and you could Angel snickering as Lucifer dragged it down the length of your leg.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," you leaned down to whisper to him, hoping no one else could hear.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Lucifer retorted with the garter belt still between his teeth.

To no one's surprise, Angel was the one to catch the belt once Lucifer finally tossed it.

The reception was going off without a hitch. Everyone was having the time of their lives getting plastered and gorging themselves on the enormous buffet Lucifer hand conjured up. You had changed out of your wedding dress into a new purple dress; the lavender one that you really liked that you had tried on a week ago before you got yanked out of the dressing room by a certain horny angel. Thankfully, you two were able to go back to the store the next day to properly purchase it. You and Lucifer were given your own large round table so you wouldn't have to sit at the crowded bar. Luckily for Lucifer, this gave him easy access to you. As the reception went on and with no one being the wiser, Lucifer's hand found your thigh once more, gliding it up ever so slowly before you shot him a knowing glance.

"What do you say we leave early," he proposed innocently, "I have a wonderful surprise for my new bride once we're on our honeymoon."

You playfully grabbed Lucifer's wandering hand and pushed it down towards your knee. "Luci, it's only been an hour! You can't tell me you can't wait just a little longer, can you?"

Lucifer stuck out his lip and pouted sweetly. "Oh, but my love, have you forgotten? It's been an entire week! And you know how well behaved I've been, I am nothing if not a man of my word." You felt his hand begin its ascent on your leg once more. You didn't stop him. "But I can only be a gentleman for so long..."

You didn't want to admit it, but you were in the same boat as well. That week apart had been almost tortuous. But you were more than willing to wait until the party was over. Your husband, however, appeared to have a different idea.

Alright then.

Before his hand could climb any higher, your hand shot down immediately to his crotch. Lucifer bit back a yelp as he felt you palm him through his pants. His hand stopped all motion, but instead started digging into your thigh, ultimately trying to remain calm. But that task seemed nearly impossible with the way your hand continued its ministrations, his pants feeling tighter and tighter with every passing second.

"D-Darling, please..." he begged through his clenched teeth.

You grinned wickedly. "You want me to take care of you, Luci?" He nodded his head vigorously. "We're not leaving early. But, I'll help you out as a good wife should, yeah?" Lucifer panted, his nails now dangerously close to breaking through your skin. "Head to the restroom just down the hall. Give me a minute and I'll follow you. I'll knock three times to let you know it's me. I have a plan. No touching yourself, understand?"

"Y-Yes," he breathed. When he was sure no one was looking, he stood up from his chair as fast as possible before making his way down the hall. Once you saw him disappear around the corner, it was time to give yourself some cover.

"Angel!" you yelled across the room, waving your hands to flag him down. The spider demon turned his head and smiled. He said something inaudible to Cherri before making his way over to you.

"Hey there, pretty lady!" Angel bent over and folded is first pair arms on the table, "Congratulations on the new gig! Being Queen of Hell sure is a status boost!"

"Yeah, I still need time to process that," you admitted. "So Angel, can you umm, do me a favor?"

Angel stood up and slicked his hair back. "Oh, anything for the new member of the royal family! What can I do ya for, doll face?"

You let out a shaky breath. "Can you...how do I say this...cause some sort of distraction?" Angel raised an eyebrow. "I just need to take care of something real quick."

"Uh huh," Angel chuckled, "you need to take care of something? Or someone?~" You pursed your lips, a light blush dashed across your cheeks. You really should have known better than to try and tiptoe around your means of leaving with Angel. "That's what I thought. Don't think I didn't notice the King almost sprint out of here just now. Man is absolutely smitten with ya! But you'll get no judgement from me, baby, I know how it is! Consider this your wedding gift, I typically end up being the most distracting person wherever I go! How much time do you need?"

"Five minutes?"

"Oh honey, I think you're giving him way too much credit, especially considering the state he's in." Angel laughed, "I can give you three."

"Four."

"Deal," Angel stuck a hand out for you to shake. He was ready to turn away when he flashed you a wink. "Get ready!"

As soon as you heard Angel shout loud enough to grab everyone's attention, you got up from the table and followed Lucifer's path down the hall. Once you stood in front of the restroom door, you knocked on it three times just as you said you would. It took less than a second for the door to swing open and for Lucifer to pull you inside. He locked the door behind you and crashed his lips into yours. You pushed him up against the door as you slipped your tongue further into his mouth. He was devouring you as his hands gripped your hips.

"We don't have a lot of time," you said breathlessly, "we have four minutes."

"How did-HHNG," Lucifer wanted to question until you began to palm at his now very apparent erection through his pants again.

"Let's just say I owe Angel big time." You started to fumble with Lucifer's belt, pulling it off of his pants with a quick flick of your arm. Your hands worked at the button and zipper of his pants next, going almost too fast for you to properly hold anything. You gripped the hem of his pants and boxers and were about to pull them down together until Lucifer grabbed your wrists.

"Wait, wait! What about you?" he asked. Even in such a lust filled state, he still only ever thought about you. God, you really hit the jackpot.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I appreciate it hon, but we really don't have the time to argue about this. Four minutes, remember? Probably closer to three now." You pulled your hands away from Lucifer's grip and went back to the hem of his pants, pulling down his boxers in the process, finally freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking precum. You placed your hands on either side of his hips, his back flush against the door. "You better tell me what you want quickly, Luci."

Lucifer gulped hard, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. "T-touch me...please...n-need you..."

Without another word, you moved to stand at Lucifer's side as your one hand gripped his shaft while the other cupped his mouth to keep him from making too much noise. "Shh, gotta be quiet, my love. You don't want the others to hear how your queen makes you feel." He nodded his head silently as you began to stroke him. You watched as precum dripped onto the floor below; it was obvious how pent up he was. You quickly picked you the pace as your hand moved up and down his cock, thumbing over the tip only for Lucifer to mewl into your hand and buck up into your touch. His breathing became more and more staggered by the second, he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. But you knew you were running out of time and your hands alone were not going to be enough to finish the job. "Not a sound," you commanded as you released your hand from his mouth, dropping to your knees in an instant. Before Lucifer could protest, your mouth had already full engulfed his length. He threw his own hand over his mouth to muffle his screams as best he could. Your head bobbed up and down rapidly on his cock while stopping every few seconds to lap circles around his tip. He was close.

"F-Fuu-uuccckk," he whimpered, "I-I'm g-mmph...gonna c-cum...shitshitSHIT!" And almost on cue, you felt him empty himself inside you. Strings of hot cum hit that back of your throat while you continued to suck him off, helping him ride out his orgasm. Once he was finished, you let his now softened dick fall from your lips, not letting a single drop leave your mouth. You gracefully stood up and grabbed his belt that you had flung earlier and handed it to him.

"Feel better?" you whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

He turned his head to meet your lips once more. He always loved the taste of him on your mouth. "Immeasurably," Lucifer moaned into you.

"And only with a few seconds to spare!" Lucifer buckled his pants once more while you walked over to the sink and began soaking one of the wash cloths in cool water. You dabbed the towel on his forehead, attempting to cool him down. "Can't have you looking so disheveled, my king."

"I promise to make this up to you," Lucifer swore. "You should never be left unsatisfied."

You smiled and kissed him on the forehead sweetly. "My satisfaction is knowing I'm the only one who can pull those beautiful sounds out of you." Lucifer could help but look away from you in embarrassment. "Now, if you promise to behave for the rest of the party, let's just say I have a...proposition for you later tonight. I know exactly how you can pay me back." You unlocked the bathroom door and held it open for him. "Let's not keep our guests waiting!"

~~~

IT'S SO FUCKING LATE RIGHT NOW HOLY GOD I WAS ON A ROLL I DIDN'T WANT TO STOP! I hope you guys are ready for the honeymoon ;)

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[cranberrydietcoke]

based on this request !

content: father charlie mayhew x female reader, sub!father charlie, bratty!dom!reader, oral (m receiving), head in the confession booth, whiny crybaby ass charlie, mentions of self-flagellation, kinda blasphemous

wc: 1.4k

thank u for the concept lovie !! @motherismotheringggg

“h-here? we can’t right now, i-i’m.-” his words spill out in a broken rush, tripping over his own feet as you press him into the mahogany confession booth with a firm grip on his shoulder, guiding your priest down onto the wooden bench.

“oh my god, literally shut up. you saw my text, you came.” you puff out in a light chuckle, rolling your eyes and smacking the glittery pink gloss smeared across your lips. “duhh charlie, why the fuck else would i be here?” you murmur with a flippant shrug, studying your fresh gel manicure.

blush streaked across his face, humiliation written in vivid red. you were right, and he hated it. in the beginning, he believed he could set you on the right path, undo the damage of your sin. he imagined himself as your savior. but now, he knew better. you were too far gone. and so was he. at night, when his whip flooded crimson from the muscle of his back, he thought about how depraved he was for allowing you this control over him. he broke every vow he’d made – for you. was there ever a choice? you weren’t like the other girls in the congregation- meek, eager to please, devotion laced with quiet desperation. they usually lingered after service, batting their eyelashes and asking questions they already knew the answer to in an attempt to feign his attention. he fucking hated them. your interest in him was hollow, never grounded in his wisdom or true affection, but rather in feeding the feral obsession he just couldn’t escape. with nothing more than a fleeting glance from the pew, you could have him hunched over the side of his bed, frustratedly tugging at his leaky pink cock. tears falling from his eyes to lubricate it further, wishing it was you.

lowering to the floor, you never allowed your eyes to meet his, gripping both of his spread knees in each of your hands. “why’d you come then?” you tilted your head, walking your dainty fingers up the crease of his leg. incense and cologne lingered on the fabric of his clothes.

“i-i just thought you wanted to t-talk, maybe?” the anxiety was evident in his shaky voice, going up octaves higher than usual, brow furrowing.

“bullshit,” you spat, flicking open the button of his dress pants.

“you’re sinful, father, y’know that? lying, giving in to the desires of the flesh…what are we gonna do with you?” you felt his desperate gaze following your every motion, but you couldn’t bring yourself to offer him the courtesy of eye contact. despite the protests that slipped from his lips, your touch unraveled him, shifting his body so you could free his thick inches from the confines of his boxers.

“spit.” you demanded, raising a cupped hand to his trembling lips.

he worked it around his mouth, squelching through his gums as it dripped, landing in your palm. wrapping your hand around his swollen red length, you began pumping it in your fist, the other hand holding the base of his shaft steady.

“f-fuck please, i-i,” charlie whimpered, back arching off the latticed wood. your temple lay on the warm muscle of his thigh watching him buck his hips into your hand. poor boy, you could tell he was celibate.

“please what?” you mocked, slowing down your pace with an emphasis on each stroke. “stay still or you won’t get anything,” he mewled in response, sinking his nails into the wood of the bench. rhythmic, wet slapping echoed through the empty chapel as charlie’s dazed eyes fixed down at you, face screwing with pleasure and disgust.

“p-please, ah! - please just put it in your mouth, i promise i’ll be good, fuck,” he cried, tensing up as pressure built on his gut. he was always so pretty like this - completely helpless and absent minded, chasing a high only you could give him. behind it all, everyone’s favorite holy heartthrob was just a greedy slut, begging for you to make him cum whenever you were generous enough to let him.

“charlie, come on,” dropping your head to look at him through dark lashes. “you think i’m gonna reward you for bad behavior?” you coo, planting hot, wet kisses on the skin of each inner thigh, still jerking at his tip lazily.

the air went still as you heard the chapel door squeak open, the tap tap tap of heels growing closer on the tile floor. charlie’s eyes went wide, buzzing with panic. your hand slapped against his mouth, silencing any whines or pants or complaints.

“father charlie, it’s maria! i’m here for confession?” the woman chirped as she wandered through the vast open space. he sighed breathlessly as your hand left his face, coaxing words out of him as you motion with your hand.

“y-yeah, in here,” he croaked out, the perverted curl of your plush lips sent a knot to twist in his stomach. as she stepped into the opposite side of the booth and closed the door behind her, your hands picked back up, massaging the stickiness into his needy cock. his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, wriggling his toes restlessly as you shushed him.

“forgive me father, for i have sinned. it’s been two weeks since my last confession.” the poor lady began, not a clue what her faithful priest was going through behind the screen. beads of sweat trickled down from his hairline.

“go ahead,” he hissed, watching as you craned your neck to lick a glossy stripe up the underside of his shaft. “may the lord help you confess - with true repentance.” he hiccuped, lifting his hands to brush the loose hair from your face. finally, he was gonna get what he wanted; on your terms, of course.

taking the twitching length into your mouth, the woman yaps on and on about how much she hates her cheating husband, her fuckass kids, her stupid minivan. he could hardly comprehend what she was saying, let alone say his own name, as you stuffed the remaining inches down your throat, humming sloppily against him. looking up from your kneeled position, you watched as his head rolled on his neck like a ragdoll, all blissed out. his whole dick was in your mouth now, working your tongue on its veiny underbelly. you tried your best to stifle your gargles and his simultaneous writhing by digging your nails into his skin, leaving tiny crescent indents.

a tiny ah! rolled off his tongue, so close to silent.

his eyes snapped open, wide with humiliation, locking onto yours with the vulnerability of a lost puppy. holding his gaze, you continue slowly and tortuously bobbing your head.  

“father? are-are you okay?”

“yeah, yes, i’m sorry,” he huffed, “pray the rosary for ten minutes each day, u-uhm, for your p-penance.” blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the haze from his useless little head, chest rapidly rising and falling. “now go on, maria,” his voice was rushed and strained as your cheeks hollowed out, inner softness gripping around him, his seat now a puddle of spit. “recite the act of contrition.”

he could do nothing but squirm under you as you brought both hands to stroke the base of his length, suckling on the engorged head. from the way it pulsed and bobbed in your mouth, you could tell he was close.

“o my god, i am heartily sorry for having offended thee…”

white knuckling the edge of the bench, tingling sensations bled through charlie’s entire lower half, the woman’s desperate prayers concealing the sound of your throat being stuffed.

“i detest all my sins because i dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell,”

his body tensed, coating your throat with sticky warmth before going limp as you continued slurping at him, manipulating every last drop out of his thick, twitching pole. his hands shot up, pressing on your scalp, trying to shove your head away. but this is what he wanted, right?

“i firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace, to confess my sins and amend my life. amen.”

to save him the struggle, you pull your mouth from between his legs, wiping the slick that coated your chin. he should be embarrassed – ashamed even. his body sat slumped, head thrown back in animalistic relief. with a knowing smirk, you raise your fingertips, tracing the sign of the cross in mock reverence. pressing your palms together in prayer, purring and beaming with self-satisfaction.

amen.

[jealousofmydreams]

Indulgences of the beast II

Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.

warnings : {dubcon, drowning, suffocation, forced infidelity, breathplay, 18+}

a/n : please read part one before reading this one. i have not watched the show, only saw one too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. might write another part but as a bonus chapter but i'm not sure yet.

ACT IV

She managed to get through the first stone arch, past the tower and the church. Now, she just needed to get to the second building, where their personal quarters were.

Her thoughts were filled with doubts but there wasn't time to linger on them as she finally entered the quarters. Her heart gradually slowed down from their rapid palpation. She made her steps as quiet as possible and stuck close to the wall.

She could only hope she wouldn't encounter anyone.

However, as if her worries were meant to come to life, just as she turned into a corner, she ran into someone.

She flailed back and tripped on her own feet. Before she could stumble even more, she was held back by a strong arm.

They held her close to their chest and her fingers tightly gripped the cloth on instinct.

It took her a moment until she realized what had happened, and looked up at the person holding her.

The person she saw, was the last person she wanted to see, Father Charlie.

His face was grim. The furrow of his brows and his pursed lips were a contrast to the usual kind expression he wore. This was the second time she had seen this expression, and she didn't like that it was yet again pointed at her.

"I'm sorry Father, I didn't see where I was going," she tried to move away, slightly pushing at his chest when she felt resistance. 

Even at her persistence, he did not let her go.

Through the dim hallway, candles wax dripped as they hung up the walls of the corridor. The candles provided enough light where she could confirm his strong gaze was indeed directed at her.  

She whispered his name this time, hoping he could come to his bearing.

"What nightly affairs keeps you up at night," he whipered her name softly at the end. She froze and he took the chance to rest his other hand on her lower back.

Her mind wandered to where she had been minutes ago, but surely, he couldn't have seen her. She barely managed to make it through the quarters even with her rapid pace, how he could have seen her and been here at the same time ?

A quick excuse was on the tip of her tongue, "Late night prayers seem to be one. They are a great comfort to me," she hastily said.

"Prayers that couldn't wait until the next day? Surely even the lord would appreciate a moment of rest," before she could retort back, he spoke again, letting her go but grabbing her by the arm instead. "Come along, if you insist on praying, I shall assist you under these trying times,"

Her feet glided along the floor, she tried to yank her arm back, but his fingers were like claws.

She started to stammer, "Father Charlie, please, I apologize," by then, she could feel the panic overwhelming her. But he acted as if he didn't hear her.

"Please, I should go back to my dwelling, m-my worries have been put to rest," she kept pleading. She wasn't familiar with the corridor she was in anymore.

She did not belong in this area nor within his arms reach, she knew that much now.

She even considered screaming but the panic had her throat closing up. 

By his luck, he managed to drag her along until he came to his chamber. He was quick to push her inside and closed the door shut.

He faced the door while she faced him.

She wanted to melt away, back in the shadows where she was nobody and nothing could hurt her.

Instead, she was forced to face him.

Through her confusion earlier, she wasn't paying much attention to him, but she realized now that Father Charlie was unstable.

He was breathing heavily, and the hand that had long let her go, kept clenching and unclenching as if the muscles in his hand were straining.

She wanted to speak, the words kept forming yet stuck in the back of her throat.

He turned around before she could act.

He had a stern look and she trembled momentarily. She didn't know what to do under his stare.

A moment passed where neither of them moved. She kept fidgeting while he kept staring at her.

With a deep sigh, he approached her.

She flinched just as his hand reached her.

"Sit," even as his hands trembled at her visible rejection, he gestured to the chair leaning against the wall.

She took a hard gulp, which was heard in the small confine of his room.

A man's chamber was not where she belonged, especially not of Father Charlie.

Charlie moved as if everything was normal. He went to the large cross hanging up on his wall. He touched the familiar figure's feet with his right hand then touched his forehead followed by both his shoulders before finally letting his fingers rest on his lips.

When he turned around, he looked at her expectantly. "Won't you pray, sister," he raised his eyebrows. But she remained as stiff as always.

Seeing her shivers in fear, he dragged a hand over his mouth.

With wide steps, he crossed over to her and descended on his knees. The sight made her eyes widen. She tried to rise up but he held both her arms and forced her back into the seat. "I did say I'll help you," he looked at her intently and she almost forgot to exhale.

Gently, he placed a palm on the top of her head and brought it in a bowing motion. Then his fingertips slide down her forehead to lightly press on her eyelids.

Even with her eyes closed, her lids trembled.

"Let us pray," he murmured.

It felt wrong. The way he spoke, the way he held her, was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, repeated over and over in her head.

His own head bowed and he slowly leaned it against hers. She could feel his body heat and the gentle caresses of his disheveled hair on her forehead.

She nervously rolled her ankles when he took hold of her hands again.

"Divine above, I seek your light and love. Cleanse my mind, body, and soul of any negativity or burdens I carry. Purify my thoughts and intentions, and fill me with peace and clarity. Help me release what no longer serves me, and guide me toward healing..."

She tried to follow his words but the anxiety gripped her tightly. It seemed he was aware of it as his prayers trailed off.

"What bothers you, sister," he spoke yet he didn't lift his head. Instead, he moved his head slightly until his cheek rested on her own, the skin he touched tingling until she was practically shivering.

She stopped breathing as the warnings were blaring in her head now.

"Please let me go," she begged.

How long had he wanted to hear her beg for him, how sweetly she did yet her words felt like a knife twisting in his pounding heart.

A dark chuckle left past his lips until he was full on laughing, one of his hands slapping his crouched thighs.

Before she could react, he gripped her jaw. His fingers digging in the skin.

"Let you go?! I haven't even had you, yet you try to escape from my embrace?" he snarled before getting up.

He pointed a finger in her face, loose strands of his hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes sharp. "You think I don't know, about the letters, that damm tree, I should of cut off his limbs the second he touched you," his face flushed red.

He kept pacing back and forth yet she could only react to his words.

He knew, oh God he knew, that's all she could think about.

"No, no look at me, at me," he gripped her cheeks forcing her lips to pucker. His eyes glanced down at them.

Her swollen lips bitten raw by another man.

With a growl, he licked the sensitive skin, not kissing her just biting and pulling the skin, lapping up until they dripped of his own spit. Red from his own lips and teeth.

When he pulled away both were panting. Her eyes were wide in shock and his were dark. He finally caved in and had a taste of what he always wanted. He couldn't let her go now

She fought to get up of the chair but he forced her down.

"Stop, please," the cries resonated but his fingers did not stop.

He hooked one finger in her mouth and another under her tongue. He pinched her tongue and said her name once. Stern and quiet and she froze. Tears clung to her lashes as she looked in his somber eyes.

He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, as if he was soothing her.

"It's okay, everything is okay, I'm sorry I scared you," His words were meant to be comforting but his actions weren't.

He slowly stroked the side of her face, trying to reassure her. It briefly worked until one of his fingertip slipped under her high collar and touched her flesh.

Before she could react, he pulled at the cloth on her neck. He opened the buttons of her habit, one by one. Tugging and pulling but never ripping.

She sat quivering in the seat, too afraid to move or speak. Every time she tried to speak, she only managed to stutter before she swallowed her words. Embarrassed of her own weakness.

Charlie kept praying to her, the prayers he spoke sounded almost like curses.

He got in her face when she looked away. Tilting his head down, he forced her to look him with a nudge of his fingertip on her chin.

His fingertip felt like stone, a simple touch forcing her still. She couldn't move and could barely find herself to breath.

Everytime he approached her, she kept flinching, afraid.

As he used her frozen form to his advantage, he managed to unbutton half of her habit.

His eyes, which kept flickering between her eyes, with a yearning she could not understand, glanced down at her chest.

His sharp intake of breath broke her haze.

Under her buttoned up robe, her corset peaked through. The tightly wound fabric pushed up against her breasts and the laces crossed over until it was in a perfect bow.

His eyes clouded over, his mouth salivating.

He didn't even unbutton the rest of it before he ripped the robe with his hand. Buttons ripped free, some dangling by a tread. Her loud gasp covered up by the ripping.

His trembling hands shook as they hovered over her spilling breasts. He crouched over her, like a beast preparing to savor his meal, curving his body until she could feel the heat of his body.

The dry gulp he managed to push down irritated his throat even more. But beside his thirst, a surge of rage pulsed through him.

"Does he love you," he muttered, teeth nearly biting her lips from how close he was when he spoke.

He pulled the laces that held her waist in shape. Her mouth fell open as she felt the air leave her lungs. He opened his mouth above hers, breathing her in, panting along with her. Her eyes clouded over in tears, her lungs straining as he ripped the air from her lungs.

Even through the haze, she could understand the words he spoke.

The former nun believed sacrificing her beliefs was the only form of love she could give him. She knew she loved him, and she hoped the same of him.

Yet doubts crept in. They had long resided inside of her. The missed letters, his absences at their rendezvous, his lack of eagerness when they did meet.

However, before she could ponder more, Charlie spoke, almost sneering as he fed into her doubts.

"God loves you, and as a servant of God, it is my duty to do the same," his own eyes were rimmed red with anguish. She could feel the light brush of his lips as he spoke.

He ravaged her mouth moments ago, but could not bring himself to kiss her.

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks which he gracefully licked and sucked until her cheeks bruised.

"How could I praise the lord, w-with my viles acts, he would not forgive me..." 

He pressed his nose into her cheek, his hands cupping the curves of her breasts over the bustier. They were tempted to creep up and touch the flesh but he resisted.

"Then I'll be your Lord, praise me, worship me and I'll have you just as you are," as he spoke, he forced her on her feet.

He ripped the rest of her robe, revealing the tight corset. The loose straps flowing down her arms as her chest heaved. The skirt she wore remained clasped tightly on her hips, but even then, she felt as if she was being devoured her by his eyes.

Charlie could not bring himself to admire her, afraid that if he lost himself in her now, everything will be in vain.

He yanked his own collar and unbuttoned his habit. When she took this chance to push him, he merely stopped and forced her forward, in the corner of his room.

The corner held a basin filled with holy water. The same basin where he had buried his face in, hoping it would cleanse him of his sins after striking his own back raw.

She whimpered as he held one arm under her breasts forcing her lungs to contract while the other one lifted her face by her cheeks, forcing her to look at herself in the small mirror he kept.

She kept squirming when the heat of his naked chest dug into her back, momentarily making her dizzy.

He buried his nose in her cheek slowly dragging it in her hairline. Smelling her until she filled his lungs and he breathed her out.

"Please, please," when he felt her struggle again, his fingers wound around the laces and with one yank of his hand, tightened her corset and pulled until she couldn't breath. Her mouth fell open and the veins on her throat made his teeth ache.

He trailed his tongue over it, tracing it before sucking lightly. He could feel her gasps yet he could not find it in himself to let go.

Even her choking face was beautiful.

"It's okay it's okay, I'm right here" even though she pleaded to be released, he only comforted her, acting as if her pleads were of needs.

He would of kept her in his embrace if she hadn't let out a wail, his hand quick to force itself between her teeth.

She bite furiously, her teeth breaking his skin yet he took it as if she was marking him as her own.

However, a sudden exasperation grew inside of him.

She just kept denying him, his dark impulse took over.

With a swift movement, he bent her over, forcing his thighs behind hers. He held her around her waist and forced her to lay flat with his own weight.

He only stopped lowering her when her hands slapped the wall as she hung over the basin sink. Her face close to the water. She let out a cry, which he paid no mind.

He made sure to situate her before going on his knees. He clasped both her ankles in one of his hand, forcing her to keep the position.

Using her delirious state to his advantage, he used his other hand to lift the bottom of her skirt until he forced it to scrunch up on her lower back.

The position had her opening herself up to him completely.

What was presented before him was beyond anything even heaven could offer. The thin undergarment was soaked, the dark patch in the middle had him panting.

With an inhale, he pressed his nose in her covered hole. The damp fabric emitting her scent and lightly wetting his nose.

He pulled back only to use his free hand to move one cheek, watching as the fabric moved until it settled between her slit.

He did the same with the other until the thin fabric was curving over her sex.

Her bulge made him feel parched. He could faintly see the shape of her lips and the swollen clit above it.

He carefully pinched the lingerie before tugging the tight cloth over her clit, making her jump and hiccup.

However, it did not seem she will let him have his way.

She tried to kick back at him with her feet.

Charlie would of let her continue to struggle. If only she hadn’t tried to bang her weak fist into the wall, surely to wake up the clergy next door.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He was quick to command her back under his thumb, "Naughty naughty girl," he crept up her back, curving himself in her spine and held her fist. She hung her head and cried quietly. Her pleads returning.

However, Charlie's patience ran thin.

He gently caressed the back of her head, placing one final kiss on her hair before pushing her head in the basin.

Forcing her to drink the holy water drenched in his sins while he went to drink from his between her legs.

Undisturbed, he went back on his knees and lifted her until her feet rested on his thighs. He angled her enough to keep her head submerged in the holy water.

With a gentle smile, he was quick to kiss her fat mound. Illiciting a twitch which shuddered through her whole body, her toes digging into his skin.

He moaned happily at the ache she caused.

He dragged one of her foot in his palm until it was over his crotch. The pain she caused him, only turned to pleasure.

She wiggled her feet but he was stronger, forcing his hand down on her foot, keeping it on his aching length.

Charlie was slowly losing his sanity, her scent an intoxicating fragrance.

He peeled open the fabric and salivated when her arousal clung to it.

With a rough tug, he dragged her underwear to her thighs, too impatient to take it off completely.

With her bending over, it took no effort to peer though her sensitive parts.

Her glistening lips a warm welcome compared to her cold touch.

He let out a light breath, the warm air hitting her cunt which made her hips temble.

He could of admired her until dawn emerged, but his tongue hung heavy in his mouth, his throat dry.

He looked straight at her tight hole and tilted his chin until he could spit on it. He watched as his spit slid from her aching core until it almost dripped on the floor.

He caught the hanging spit with his tongue and brought it back to her pussy, memorizing her with his tongue.

Her choking sounds turning high pitched as he felt the curves of her lips and the ridges and bumps. His nose poked though her tight hole where he breathed her in with a satisfied inhale, his chin now soaked with her arousal.

He moaned at her essence before he nudged and cuddled up to her curls above.

Taking a moment to come back to his bearing before he pulled away, plunging his tongue in her tight hole again, the primary source of his longing.

With her constants turning, her skirt that had rested on her lower back slowly fell over his head like a veil.

Charlie remained unchanged, he poked and licked and sucked. One hand held her ankle while the other one gripped her foot under his palm, keeping her balanced on his cock.

Her scent and the heat enveloped him. The lack of air had him momentarily dizzy, but her invading scent brought him back to see his sense. Instead, he licked her back furiously as if her cunt was his lifeline.

He considered it as his own punishment as he smothered himself with the tight enclose of her cunt and her skirt which trapped him in.

She kept flailing around, the pressure of the water and the tightness of her corset and his tongue rolling around her made her dizzy. She felt like she lost her soul. As if she were a mere doll flopping around.

He kept moaning when he felt her tighten around his tongue, dragging and tugging his flesh deeper. Wetness throbbed out of her cunt until it was all he could feel and smell.

His mind was half gone. With hooded eyes, he could barely admire the untouched hole clenching above the one he was licking.

He had the urge to kiss her there too.

However, with one push of her foot, that pressed painfully on his cock, he felt her cum.

She bucked on his face, until she lost her strength. Her arms sliding down the sink and her head dropped until she barely moved in the sink.

Charlie didn't even take a moment to breath as he got out from under her skirt. He gently caressed her legs, dragging his nails on her skin before he placed a wet kiss on her lower back.

He tugged her back to his chest when he stood up. She was panting and coughing. Holy water dripped and ran down her chest. Her eyes were rimmed red and her head lulled around. He tapped her cheeks slightly, a chuckle escaping past his lips, "Atta girl."

When she gained a moment of clarity, her face crunched up. She saw herself in the mirror and realized this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

As she started to hyperventilate, he wrapped both his warms around her and rocked her. Shushing her softly as if she was a child.

Her fingers trembled over his arms, while he rubbed his face against her damp cheek, "Its okay, darling girl, I'm right here"

She held back her hiccups, her fear mobilizing her.

He took this chance to rock each other, before turning her in his embrace when she quiet down.

She was trembling, spit running down her chin, mixing with the water. He hummed, lapping it up before knocking his nose with hers.

She wouldn't look at him, her eyes hovering over his collarbones.

His eyes nearly crossed over as his rocking slowed down. He tried to lower his face to catch her eyes but she stubbornly refused.

Only when he gripped the back of hair and forced her chin up, did their eyes meet.

"You did so good," he praised her, a gentle smile on his face as if she truly moved him.

Her lips unconsciously parted then. Instead of words only small puffs of air came out. Charlie eyed her and when a silver of pink peeked out, he seized the moment and kissed her.

He wasted no time to explore her palate with a languid sweep of his tongue, drawing a gasp from her. Her waist dipped instinctly and his grip tightened.

His naked flesh was an unwanted comfort against her cold body. But her body instinctly reached for the warmth.

He teased her with playful strokes mapping every corner of her mouth.

She felt that this kind of kiss was no different than lovemaking.

With one last stroke, he slowly pulled away, releasing her with a slow and deliberate retreat.

She met his gaze then, chest heaving.

An haze clouded over her eyes, lost on the sensations she wasn't familiar with.

Charlie scanned her face with dark eyes, his cock twitching in their tight confine as her parted lips had her tongue sticking out. She was barely aware she hasn't completely put her tongue back in after the kiss ended abruptly.

Charlie gently sucked on her tongue which was still half out of her mouth before nibbling on the tip of it, his breathing unsteady.

With a heaving chest, he held her for a moment, crushing her to his chest.

He indulged in her warmth until he wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted her up slightly. With his other hand, he yanked her skirt down. The fabric ripping before falling to tatters on the floor. Her underwear followed suit, the cloth getting dragged until they rested on her lower legs.

She was still unsteady and could barely register as she felt herself being lowered until her toes grazed the tip of his shoes.

"If you really want me to stop, just say it," her arms trembled over his broad shoulders when she gained awareness.

Without even touching her face, his eyes forced her still. They were in agony as if he was the one being tortured.

When she tried to move, her toes barely grazed his shoes before he turned his body around and pressed her back against the bed.

She blinked, frozen in place.

"I-I" before she could answer, she was silenced when he pulled at the ribbon of her corset in a hurry. He tried to tug the ribbons free but when he meet resistance, he brought both hands and ripped the corset apart.

The rough fabric pinching her skin before releasing and cold her hit her naked chest.

Her body was finally revealed under his preening eyes. Paying no mind to his throbbing hands, his gaze swept her from top to bottom then hurriedly returned to her face. His eyes were dilated and he stared down at her like a man who had gained his sanity.

He locked eyes with her before whispering, "Beautiful,"

He could practically feel the blush rise up her face from how close he was on her.

However, she didn't hold his attention for long. The sight of her breasts made his mouth water. Her nipples pebbled and practically begged to be touched.

With their unspoken wish, he pressed his face between her breasts mouthing and licking her skin.

He brought both his thumbs to flicks and tug at the erect nipple. She could only lay there and take it.

Her silent sobs shook her body. Her fingers digging into her palms, paralyzed by the sensations.

His hands were quick to wrap around hers when they picked at her own skin.

He could not let her harm herself, even though the one currently harming her the most was him.

Charlie trailed down her body, leaving open mouth kisses.

His tongue often peeked out to lick and then bite before he soothed the stinging marks. When he reached her waist, he plunged his tongue into her navel making her squirm at the discomfort.

He breathed her in and a moan slipped out when the smell of her arousal crept up to where he was.

Charlie rose up with his knees on the bed. His string of spit remained until it snapped at his new height.

He used his knees to lock her legs in as he rushed to take his own clothes off, his habit already halfway undone from earlier. He nudged his trousers to his knees, too impatient to take it off completely.

When he noticed her straining legs, trapped by her underwear. He tugged at it roughly until her underwear snapped under the weight of his strength. It pulled at her skin leaving a fresh burn until it was tatters on the bed.

Finally, when he managed to get the thick cloth off, he felt his pride blossom when she watched him, mouth agape and eyes wide, as if she saw the resurrection of the divine above.

Her gasp was loud when his cock sprung free of their confine. The tip red and angry as it bobbed freely on his stomach.

Under her watch, it twitched furiously.

She had to blink a couple of times to believe what she was seeing was real.

Felling proud and almost delighted, he slithered back on top of her.

"Look how good you are to me," he smirked while forcing her arms above her head and placed his own under, keeping her trapped under him.

He pressed kisses down her chest until they glistened with his spit. Her quiet pants overtaken by soft words he could barely discern.

"Forgive me Lord, take pity and forgive my sins. Help me release from the shackles of the beast, guide me towards you light, give me strength," when he heard her praying, a laugh slipped past his laugh.

"Tell me sweet girl, when was the last time you prayed? Do you think the Lord might forgive your sins with a single prayer," he mumbled on her sweaty skin.

His words only made her scrunch up her face, her tears flowing before disappearing in her hair.

With one last laugh, he brought one hand between their body until it was on her cunt. His open hand tapping on her sensitive parts, making her tears of pain turn into pleasure.

Her quiet whines music to his ears.

Even then, the words she thought she had forgotten, flew past her lips, as if she had never stopped praying in the first place.

However, he was quick to swallow her mouth. His tongue twisting her virtues into sins.

Slowly, he placed a finger between her slit and groaned when he felt the opening drip with her arousal.

The kiss arousing her until the sheet beneath her was slick.

He slowly twirled the thick pool of her arousal until she could visibly feel him tug the stickiness from her opening.

With a wet smack from their lips, she threw her head back and closed her legs around his waist in shame.

"You are absolutely divine," he whispered her name at the end.

His fingers gently pulled her chin down before he forced his tongue back in. His tongue touching hers before their lips met.

He explored her mouth and teased her sensitive palate.

His hand, which was holding her chin, moved to the back her head deepening the kiss, their breath mingled as the kiss became more intense.

Their tongues twisted together like vines caressing each other mouth. The obscene sound of saliva mixing echoed along side his repeated tapping on her cunt.

The violent little taps send shivers down her spine until she could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach.

When she tried to turn her head away, he gripped her chin and forced his tongue deeper.

It wasn't until his fingers gazed her clit did the coil burst and she came for the second time that night.

Her heart quickened and her moans were consumed by his mouth. He took joy in feeling the vibrations of her pleasure.

As she turned limp in his arms, he molded her to his liking. He grabbed one of her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. His hand covering her own and forced her to move along his.

Her limp hand flinching under his hold. His cock was big, hard and warm under her hand.

He bucked shamelessly in her palm and huffed in her face.

"Shit," he took their hands off, licked her palm and sucked her fingers quickly before bringing it back to his cock. The slight wetness helping him slide her hand smoothly over him.

He forced her fingers to curve until her nails traced his cock. He twitched when he felt the sensation travel down to his sack.

"Fuck, fuck, I-I can't," he dropped his head back, the muscles in his back tensing as he fell forward.

He let her hand go until he wrapped his strong arms around her and finally pressed his cock on her stomach.

All along, she felt the heat of his cock hovering over her but he didn't let it touch her until now.

He gripped her face with a hand and licked her mouth. He grinded his cock on her naked skin and whimpered.

"Ah, don't, don't," she kept whispering. Her lips dragging along the skin of his chin.

"I won't, I won't," he repeated back. Contradicting his words, he stretched her legs open, and lowered his hips until they pressed against the back of her thighs.

When they finally touched, he hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily. Their genitals pressed tightly together until he eventually moved his hips.

Humping until his cock slipped and tugged on the opening of her cunt. She whined everytime his cock dragged at her opening. When he tried to push it in, her hole tightened and his cock slapped back up and slid on her clit.

He kept doing it over and over until eventually, when she accidentally twitched, they both groaned when his cock slipped between her lips. Charlie forced down a groan as he felt a gush of wet warmth envelop his head.

She whined in his arms, the small stretch burning her untouched walls. On an instinct, Charlie mindlessly bucked his hips once and slipped in some more. His head disappearing inside of her. He only stopped when he felt resistance, even then with a nudge of his hips, he felt it break.

Which caused the woman underneath him to cry out.

He pressed light kisses on face as if he was comforting her.

"I know baby, I know," in her dazed state, his name stumbled past her swollen lips.

Charlie lazily bucked his hips as he placed himself above her, his hands on each side of her head. He started to bully his cock in, feeling her inside twist and turn as they learned his shape.

He looked down and pride surged in his chest when he watched her bleed on his cock.

"Ah there's she is, I knew she was holding out for me," he spoke to her cunt as if she was her own being. He kissed his fingertips before lightly taping her swollen clit with it.

He returned his gaze to her face and smiled proudly at her while she tried to hold in her cooes, her nails scratching at his back.

He bend down and down a nipple in his mouth. Sensually sucking and tugging her breasts until they bruised at his touch.

Gradually, as his thrusts went deeper and harder, he let his weight drop in his thrust hurling her into oblivion. He fit her perfectly, filling her completely as she mindlessly curved her back until their pelvic touched. The light pinch of his cock on her cervix had her silently scream.

He rotated his hips at the sight, a chuckle rumbling his chest.

"You are heavenly, dearest girl," his words choked her more than his cock did.

She couldn't understand what made him want her this badly, what made him go beyond despair and ruin.

Charlie forced her legs over his shoulder, before resting his arms on the bed, and under her legs to hold them. He pulled back completely before sliding back in, fucking into her sobbing cunt, cutting off her train of thoughts. She couldn't even moan probably as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He watched her with a smile, sweat dripping down his chin and landing on her chest.

He was quick to lap it up and quickened his pace, feeling her pussy milking him more and more.

His long veiny cock disappeared into her puffy lips before coming out glistening, "Oh God," she exclaimed as Charlie's nose flared in anticipation. He started to thrust with sharp and hard pounding, letting his desires out on the girl writhing under him.

"Ick," the light noise she let out had her brow srunching, and she tightly gripped his shoulders. She tried to mouth words but his pounding wouldn't let her. Smirking, he rotated his hips, his cock lodged deep and hard while his balls hung heavy against the rim of her ass.

He kissed her forehead gently and with a tender smile, shoved her with all his weight until she suffocated under the pressure of his cock and him.

His heart thundered in his chest when she abruptly cried out again as she felt his manhood graze a particularly sensitive spot near her cervix.

When he hit it again, she violently threw her head back. He was quick to press his hand on the back of her head.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, a silent scream etched on her mouth. He quickened his pace, harder and faster. Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt. Sweats dripped from every pores and his muscles burned.

His eyes shone when he saw his cock get eaten by her cunt, her cream staining the bottom of his cock.

He continued hammering her on his thick rod, stuffing and piercing the curve of her walls. He pressed both their interlocked hands on the bed and began thrusting harder.

"I can't," her words were cut off as she started to squirm under his heavy weight.

She felt her pussy twitch, her walls secured around his length as his thrust grew sloppy.

Her eyes instantly opened when she let out a loud cry, Charlie propped himself up on her as she came undone.

Her release started from deep inside her womb, all the while her vagina walls snugly gripped his cock.

With barely a graze on her clit, he dragged the release out of her, her body twisted dry.

Charlie barely managed to hold his release as he held the base of his cock.

Afraid that if he let himself go, this dream will come to an end.

She was sobbing as she realized that he refused to stop. In a haste, she bit his shoulder when he changed the height of his hips. Her head was digging into his bed as he buried himself back.

He pulled away from her sticky body and held her legs up as he watched himself melt in her.

Her expression turned into a grimace as he stayed still for a moment. Her eyes focused blindly on the ceiling until they crossed, "Fuck," she dragged out the word until he finally moved.

Her mind lost every bit of reasoning, her body ripped apart and remade to his liking with a shift of his hips. She couldn't even remember her own name or who or where she was. All she could feel was him.

Her mouth stayed open as she watched him. He brought his hands to the side of her head, latching on to bed.

He watched as her soaking wet pussy took him in, her clit now red and big, begging to be touched.

Charlie spit in the middle of them, watching as it landed perfectly where his cock and her pussy connected. His saliva was fast to merge with their wetness and faded in their moist skin.

Lost in the pressure, she held his waist and curved her back until she filled any space between them.

Biting his lips, Charlie smacked his hips hard and low. Her body moving up on the bed even when she desperately tried to hold on to him.

He held his breath as he started to pick up his pace. He tried to bring her to the edge again when he slipped out due to how damp she was.

He fussed as he grabbed his drenched cock and shoved it in her smoothly.

He clutched her ankles as her whole body shopk with every pump.

When he finally touched her clit again, her chin pushed down on her chest as she looked down at herself.

Her snag walls were tightly bount to his manhood. She was afraid he would permanently be stuck in her.

With determination, Charlie pulled away, the wet friction music to his ears. He went back in with one deep penetration.

He repeated the motions until he felt her cunt tug his cock and came unexpectedly.

His suppressed orgasm coursing through his whole body. His arms and the back of his thighs trembled form the intensity of it.

His hips kept moving until he felt like he was skinned raw.

His hoarse moans echoed in the room, his head dropping back.

As she watched him become undone, she knew than, this was only his beginning.

And her end.

ACT V

Charlie was on his knees as he listened to her quietly sob. She sat on the corner of his bed, curling in on herself.

Everytime he tried to touch her, she whined as if she was in pain.

He kneeled until eventually her sobs turned to soft sniffles. He murmured her name, approaching her slowly, before carefully laying his head in her lap. She tried to flinch back but his presence remained.

He brushed his face on her warm skin, breathing her scent, keeping it in his lungs until he was forced to exhale.

He didn't say any apologies, knowing he would mean none of them, knowing she had no need for them.

Into the quiet night, he slowly grabbed her hand and forced her hand to pet his hair. She looked back at him cautiously.

She watched as he dragged her hand on his head, petting himself. Before grabbing her other one and placing it on his cheek, their fingers interwining.

Charlie let out an affectionate sigh. Even if he manipulated her hand, it remained the same, her touch was her own.

Eventually, worn out by him, she fell asleep. Tears tracks dry on her cheeks and the fresh tears clung to her lashes.

Quietly, he maneuvered her legs until they laid on his bed. He watched her with lingering eyes.

It was still for a moment, only her stable breathing and his trailing eyes alive into the night.

Slowly, he took off his rosary from the post of his bed. He brought one of her foot and placed it on his lap. He pressed gentle kisses to each toes before he carefully wrapped the rosary on her ankle. He left one final kiss on the skin above the string of beads. 

He knew this will be the only jewellery he could ever give her.

FINAL

On the first floor in the third room of the men's quarters, sat a man.

His naked back was covered with red stripes. Huffs and puffs echoed in the room, with her name occasionally slipping past his lips.

His hand was furiously beating his cock while his other hand tightened over a piece of fabric.

The sweat building up on his broad chest made his skin itch. He tried to keep his moans at bay, however one look at the red stained cloth had him cumming in seconds.

"Ah," he brought the cloth to his nose, breathing in her scent.

That day, he had carefully cut out the mark of their first consummation from his sheet. He had carefully trimmed his sheet and stitched into a small handkerchief. The red stain and their essence were still fresh.

Everytime his yearning consumed him, he would look at it, and the very few times, he let himself smell it.

Remembering her.

[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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*has a headache* It's ok, I took medicine.

The Observer

Prologue

Alastor X Godlike Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader can shape-shift to blend in, mention of blood, eye getting torn out, and wings ripped ⚠

You rolled your eyes as you watched your youngest brother sit atop his thrown, surrounded by angels.

Admittedly, his realm was beautiful but it was quite boring and filled with stuck up persons, but at least there were a few nice souls roaming about.

"Brother, please tell me you have something fun to do?", you asked but did not get a response.

You groaned and shifted into looking like an angel, now visible for the others to see.

Flying down, you approached one of the winged creatures and they stared back at you.

Blink blink.

"Hmm.. Nope. This got boring.", you sigh and shift back. "I'm going downstairs since you are 'so busy' with work.", you say to your brother and make quotation marks with your fingers.

You still don't get a reply.

With that, you cut open a portal and step through it. Shifting into looking like a sinner as your feet touch the grounds of Hell.

Maybe I should visit my nephew.. You thought as you walked down the street, blood, garbage, and some graffiti littered about. Lucifer is quite fun.

Before you could start heading to Lucifer's castle, a startling loud introduction to a tv show began.

A sinner with a television for a head started talking in a fast pace, talking down on what you assume is another sinner.

"Hm..", you crossed your arms.

Then there's a crackle. Turning to the sound, you find a radio behind a glass window.

"Oh! What a lovely vintage!", you say with sparkling eyes.

Humans were very interesting but then they became repetitive and you only checked in when there was something new. You collected quite a bit of the items that were made for fun.

"Salutations! Good to be back on the air.", a voice came through.

You didn't notice the crowd that formed behind you as the two sinners started going back and forth. The radio man not really talking to the other, but the television man trying his best to get the last say.

Then the power went out, the only light coming from the radio that was somehow able to stay on.

"Let's begin~ I'm gonna make you wish I stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know its race has run. Oh, this will be fun~", the broadcast finished.

You were grinning, hiding it behind your hands.

Oh what a funny little fight! I want to see what the winner looks like! I can visit Lucifer after, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You thought and made your way into a dark alley before shifting.

Now invisible, you glided over to follow the trail of static like magic, finding it connected to the radio that went towards a tower.

It was such and oddly paced thing, looking like it would fall over any minute.

Hm. I should walk through the door of the building it's attached to. You decided and shifted again, looking different than the form you took earlier.

This time you were taller and had a tail like a little devil. Your arms darkening to look like the night sky, with little speckles that looked like stars. Long horns sitting atop of your head that twisted in curls before straightening out.

"Oh, I like this one. I'll save this to wear again.", you said before knocking on the double doors.

It took a second before one of the doors was practically ripped open.

A blonde smiled widely up at you, reminding you of your nephew with the pink on their cheeks.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!", she greeted and stepped out of the way. "Please come in!"

Entering the building, you saw it was a fancy but run down hotel. It was quite nice but could use a little fixing. Too bad that you couldn't do anything to alter any of the realms you visited.

There could be so much you would fix.

"What is your name?", you asked the blonde woman, turning to look at her with a soft smile.

"Oh! My name is Charlie and I am the founder of the hotel! It's purpose is to rehabilitate sinners.", Charlie answered with a beaming smile.

"My! That is very interesting."

You followed her into the lobby and let her speak more about the hotel. Then, as Charlie was speaking, you saw an angel enter the room. Her long white hair flowed with slight movement as she stood next to the blonde.

"Who is this?", she asked, crossing her arms.

She glared at you like you had done something unspeakable.

Oh, what have they done to you? You wondered. If an angel is down here, they must have done something wrong or someone from upstairs unjustly cast them out.

"Oh, um..", Charlie looked at you. "What is your name?"

"I am just here to look around, see something new.", you said. "I have no name but you can call me Penjani."

"What do you mean you have no name?", the angel asked.

"Vaggie-"

"It's alright.", you wave off Charlie's concern. "I was never given a name, I was just created and left to wander."

It was somewhat true.

You did not get a name, but the humans and other creatures of the universe named you many things or didn't even know about you. But that's how its always been.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..", the angel, Vaggie looked at the floor.

"It's alright, no harm done.", you patted her shoulder.

With contact, you saw why she was down in Hell.

Adam, the first man, had abandoned her after she defied orders. Her wings cut off and her eye tore out by another angel, an exorcist. You took your hand back after seeing all that you needed too. Finding out Charlie was the Princess and family.

"I actually came to see something else too.", you said with a closed eyed smile.

The two looked at you, curious.

"What else did you want to see?", the Princess asked.

You pointed up. "Who occupies the tower?", you asked. "The black one with red tinted windows."

That is when you actually started to feel the buzz from the static you were following earlier. It crawled across your skin, leaving tingles as it passed down.

Then a new voice spoke up.

"That would be me."

Looking behind you to find where the voice was coming from, you saw a red deer demon. His hair, clothes, and eyes were red. A handsome face that you remember seeing before, around the nineteenth century if you recall. He was a dashing human and now he was a devilishly handsome demon.

He grinned once your eyes were on him, as if he was satisfied with your attention.

"I am Alastor, The Radio Demon."

A song helped me get the rest of this typed out. Thank the Dolly Parton song, Jolene.

~Seline, the person.

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[spideyhexx]

saccharine

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

tending to your wounds.

fem!reader

this could be read standalone or with the other parts <3

There was nothing else you could have done. With Jesse and his boys talking shit about your gang, about Billy, you had to say something. You were passing near them in town and caught the little jesting, which seemed to only get louder when Olinger realized it was you who was walking past them. 

Part of you knows it was stupid and your impulsivity was becoming a problem, but you had to do something, right? Stand up for yourself, for Billy, for the other men that you’ve grown to see as a family. Mostly Billy. So you did. And you paid for it. 

Apparently, it wasn’t below Olinger to take a few swings at a woman. It isn’t surprising though, and in hindsight, Jesse was the one to pull him back once you started reciprocating in the fight before anything got worse. Your hand had already found your gun, had it pulled out and cocked, but Jesse gave you a look and nodded off, hoping you’d walk away. 

With small reluctance, you kept the gun trained on Olinger as you paced backward, your eyes never leaving the group of men until you could slip away. You decided to not head straight for camp in fear of them following. 

That was also a slight mistake. Your nose ached and your lip was busted, knuckles bloodied. You’re sure a bruise will appear on your side and your cheek, but a sense of pride washed over you as you remembered hearing the crack beneath your knuckles when you punched Olinger in the nose. 

Your head is already woozy by the time you’re back at camp, waving off Charlie who immediately shows his concern. The plan is to take care of yourself inside your little tent, not wanting to worry anyone and cause a commotion. 

But then you see Billy. He’s just shrugging off his coat when he locks eyes with you. He barrels over, almost tripping over his own feet, “What the fuck did you do, cowgirl?” 

You let out a breathless chuckle, “So caring,” you mutter, walking past him, purposely bumping your shoulder into his, but it makes you wince. Billy holds himself back from grabbing your wrist, but he does follow you. 

“‘M being serious, what happened?” He presses, his head turned to look at you, assess what’s hurt as you walk. 

“Your old pals,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes. Your hand presses to your lip as it stings, a wince running through you again and you look at the blood on your hand when you pull it away from your mouth. 

“What were you doin’ with them?” Billy is eyeing you so intently like he’s itching to grab you and make you stop walking. His tone sounds almost accusatory so you lean into it. 

“Fucking them.”

He scoffs and moves to stand in front of you, blocking your way, “Stop messin’ around, ‘m…,” he trails off, looking away for a second before his eyes meet yours once again, “‘M trying to help, what happened? Just let me help fix you up.” 

“I don’t need help, I know how to take care of this,” you gesture to your face and step to the side to walk away from him, but he just steps back in front of you. 

“Bonney.”

“Cowgirl.”

You sigh dramatically, thinking over your options. Of course, you didn’t want to say no to Billy helping you clean up. He had nice hands. They would touch your face. And you could talk to him more. But you also feared he’d make you say what happened and your pride would take a hit. But the other part of you remembered that night a few months ago when you fixed him up after a fight. The gentleness between you two that you’ve never felt since longed to see if it would be back. And you’re tired. 

“Fine,” you finally say to him and his shoulders lose their tension. You bump into his shoulder again as you walk past him. 

Billy shakes his head, closing his eyes tight to clear his thoughts at your indifference and attitude before he follows you. Still standing, you’re already taking a cloth out of your bag, but he snatches it from you, wetting it with his water and grabbing your hand to clean your knuckles. 

When you sigh, he can’t help but smirk at how much you’re defying this, “‘S okay to need help,” Billy says, doing his best to be gentle with your knuckles. 

“Think you should take that advice too.” You try to make it about him. Knowing he would typically refuse help, but you both knew that you were much worse with it. 

“Gonna tell me how this happened? Jesse and his boys, huh?” Billy moves on to your other hand. 

A silence falls over the two of you as you keep your mouth shut. Billy isn’t dumb though, he knows how prideful you can be. “Whatever did happen, you shouldn’t have let it get to you. They’re all dicks.”

“I know,” you huff, clenching and unclenching your fingers to see if they hurt much once Billy’s done cleaning them. 

He grabs his clean handkerchief and dabs under your nose without warning which causes a small flinch from you. Billy shakes his head at it, holding your jaw with his other hand so you stay still. “If you know, then you wouldn’t have gotten involved in whatever you got involved in. You can’t be gettin’ hurt like this, sweetheart. What were you thinking?”

An eye roll comes from you. “Well…they were mouthing off about you,” you tell him, flushing when you realize how it sounds, so you quickly add on, “About…all of us, the whole gang.”

“And?” Billy gently turns your head as he continues to clean the blood off your face, his brow furrowed and his lips slightly pouted. Why are you looking at his lips right now, he could notice. 

“And I can’t stand that sorta thing. You know that.” You can’t hide the slight annoyance in your tone. 

“I do. But that was risky of you. And now you’re hurt,” he sighs after he speaks, tilting his head as he cleans near your mouth. 

“Bonney, I do not need to be lectured, I was just defendin’-”

“You got hurt,” he says, his voice a little more stern as he tosses the bloody handkerchief to the ground with your cloth. 

“I don’t want you gettin’ fuckin’ hurt over defendin’ me, I can’t have that,” Billy snaps, not even mentioning your words about how you did it for the gang. 

Oh. 

A shaky sigh leaves your lips, “I can handle myself, Bonney.”

“I know. I know, but you got fuckin’ hurt. Are you hearin’ me say that?” Billy’s getting more frustrated, his gaze stern and he pinches the bridge of his nose after he speaks. 

“We all get hurt sometimes,” you mutter, and you roll your eyes again. It’s common for any one of you to run into some trouble, and end up with minor injuries that heal within due time. It wasn’t anything big, right?

“I know but, you got hurt, impulsively and…and…what if they pulled a gun out?”

A twinge of something warms your heart when he specifies you getting hurt. Like he does care. Even if he thinks you should’ve walked away. 

“I’m quick.” You give him a shrug and Billy rubs his hands over his face. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, exasperated. Billy doesn’t know what he’s doing. When he saw you all battered up, he wanted to just scoff and make fun of you and leave it at that, but he didn’t do that. And now he’s two steps away from blurting out that he cares for you. 

“Billy, c’mon, I’m tired, I’m aching. I know it was fucking stupid, but it’s what I had to do,” you breathe out, taking a deep breath in and out. 

“Yeah, it was fuckin’ stupid,” he mumbles back, his eyes back on yours, “really, really stupid.”

“Thank you,” your voice is monotoned to further display your sarcasm and you see the hint of a smile on his face. 

Then it starts to drop as his brow furrows more, “Your nose is bleedin’ again,” he says and he moves in close, reaching into your bag at your side. Billy invades your space with this move, his body heat radiating into yours as he finds the handkerchief and holds it to your nose. 

You want to protest, but you keep your mouth closed, eyes boring into his as he looks right back at you. A thrumming from your chest almost wills you to break his gaze, but you can’t let him win that. There’s something in his eyes you cannot decipher. His eyes are a little glossy, but he can’t be tearing up, can he? No, that’s just how Billy’s eyes are, you tell yourself. His hair looks like he hasn’t washed it in a few days, not that you blame him, but it made you want to wash it for him. To run your hands through his hair as his hands held onto your sides. It was foolish to think of fantasies like that, you think. Too much wishful thinking that Billy would ever want something like that. There was no reason to hurt yourself over it. Would save the disappointment. You hope to dear god he doesn’t understand what’s going through your head. That your eyes look full of emotion but just as blank as his own do right now. Because that’s all you can get from him. Emotion. But what kind? It’s anyone’s guess. 

When he gently dabs and pinches at your nose to help stop the bleeding, it snaps you out of your thoughts. You wince and move back. 

“Sorry,” he says, his voice softer and he looks at the bloody handkerchief in his hand. The motion you took to move back made you aware of the pain at your side, your hand resting there. Everything was too much. The pain. Billy. Yourself. 

With a shaky sigh, you mutter, “I hate this so much.”

Billy’s brow furrows and he takes a tentative step closer, “Hey, ‘s okay. Like you said, we all get hurt, I just-”

“I know, it was really stupid of me. I acted on impulse like I always do, but hell, I-I had to. Fuck, I just had to. I’m so tired of hearing people talk shit about you when all you’re doing is trying to help the right people.”

Billy is a little surprised at your words, but you don’t even seem focused on that. 

“I hate h-how much I feel, Billy. I feel so much and I need to act,” you blurt out to him, rubbing your hands on the sides of your face and then you realize something. 

“Fuck, my hat.” The nice little cowboy hat that Billy bought for you, paid with his own money to make it up to you after he messed something up, was not with you. 

“It must’ve fallen off in the commotion,” Billy says, his face strewn with concern over you more than anything else. 

But you take it as him being disappointed. “God, I’m sorry, I know you paid a good amount for that.”

“‘S okay, we can get you a new one,” he says softly. You scoff. 

“No, I can’t let you do that. I’m such an idiot,” you say to yourself, your hand rubbing over your face, forgetting about your nose, so you only irritate it more. “Shit!”

Billy sighs torn between staying put where he is and coming closer to you, “You’re not an idiot. Maybe it’s still there too, we can get it.”

Your mind is going a mile a minute, your hands getting shakier as your chest overwhelms your entire body. The thoughts are coming too fast. 

“No, it’s not there, someone probably took it. And I can’t let you buy me a new one. I can’t. I fucked this up. I should’ve just left as you said. I shouldn’t have fought or even said anything. And now I lost my hat and I’m feeling, feeling so much, like a lot a lot, Billy, it’s like a lot,” you take a breath.

As you speak, Billy’s trying his best to listen to every single word. He’s a bit exasperated with you still. Your stubbornness was fucking difficult to deal with, but he’d never live without it. He can’t help but smile. Just a little. A very tiny one that you don’t even register. He’s not sure why he’s smiling, but maybe it’s because you’re you. He finds himself watching your lips for a quick second when you’re speaking. Just a quick second. 

You continue, “I don’t understand why I have to feel so much you know, and why I do act so impulsively but it just feels right, you know? It always feels right and sometimes I regret it sometimes I don’t I mean I do regret it tonight but at the same time I did break Olinger’s nose I think. So that’s cool but anyways, I still hate it, I hate that it feels right to be impulsive but then I end up feeling so much, I just want-”

Billy is compelled by your words to lean forward and quickly peck your lips, effectively stunning you into silence from your rambling. He’s just as frozen as you are, staring at you wide-eyed. 

“What…what was…,” you try to get words out, but you’re only thinking about the small feeling of his chapped lips on yours. He kissed you. A peck. But he kissed you. Oh, maybe you’re dead! 

Billy’s shoulders are tense as he shakes his head and gives a light shrug and breathlessly says, “Shut the fuck up?” 

A grin worms its way onto your lips and you grab at his neckerchief to pull him in and properly kiss him. The rough feeling of his lips as he presses back into it, and the warmth of his body being close to yours only lasts a few seconds before you’re wincing and mumbling, “My lip, my lip, forgot about my lip,” and you bring your fingers to the cut that’s there. 

Billy laughs. Your hand hits his arm, almost wanting to linger so you can feel the muscle he's been gaining recently. He feigns hurt, holding his hand to where you hit him. You wish your hand was there. You call him a prick. He calls you an ass. 

Maybe you love him.

[noemilivv]

Requests are back open woo! How do you feel about platonic Alastor and male teen reader? Like he was around when Alastor was alive, same time period? And reader would sell newspapers to Al on the street. Reader could be a an orphan during the great depression hinting what Al said in the pilot. Reader is a huge fan of Alastor. When reader dies he willingly works for Alastor. And dont get me wrong! But i would kill to see Alastor and Lucifer just try to one up each other about who’s kid is better. If you don’t wish to do this i understand.

yeah, requests are back open!! huzah!!! but this is actually so cute what the flip, i’m gonna spend all my time thinking about this now KAHSBBSNSBSBAB

i’m imagining this kid to be ages like 11-14 btw so i hope that’s fine!!

Warnings: None(?)

Alastor + M!Teen!Reader

“Hey, young one!” Alastor says, you turn your head to face the much taller deer-like man, “I need you to go run a few errands for me,” Alastor says, you nod your head enthusiastically, as much as Alastor wasn’t the most sane man ever, he was the coolest person in your book — he could do anything!

“I have to stay here, at the hotel, and handle some business, so be a good lad and drop this off to Rosie, off in Cannibal Town,” Alastor explained, softly dropping a medium-sized gift box in your hands, “If anyone gives you any trouble, use that small, cellular object to contact Angel, to my dismay, he said he’d take care of it, if worst comes to worst, contact me, I’ll have it on me, but remember, I only use it when I have to, understood?” Alastor confirmed, looking down at you.

You gave him a nod with a smile as you exited the hotel lobby and left off to your adventure in Cannibal Town.

“Heh, imagine needing a child to run your errands.” Lucifer remarked with a smirk smudged on his face, Alastor snapped his neck in his direction, “A reliable and trustworthy child at that, don’t mistake him for less than he is.” Alastor said, the grin on his face tightening at the ends in annoyance.

“Mediocre, at best.” Lucifer mumbled, did he really mean it? No, the kid was actually pretty neat. But after the fued Alastor and Lucifer had about Charlie, everything became a competition.

“My kid is so much better than yours.” Lucifer said, more confidently then before, puffing his chest out.

“Prove it.” Alastor said, his static getting more noticeable.

“I bet that squirt won’t be back in 20 minutes.” Lucifer proposed, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yes, he fucking will.” Alastor said, his eyes darting at Lucifer, his smile still on his face.

It had been two hours. Two hours, since you’d left.

Alastor was moments away from beginning to pace, his grin was strained, and Lucifer couldn’t help but grin as the clock continued to tick.

All of a sudden, a small boy, being you, burst through the door.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Angel asked from the bar, his tone unreadable, but it was obvious he wasn’t upset.

“Talking with Rosie.” You answered, eyes innocent.

Alastor felt a bit of him die on the inside, as Lucifer snorted.

“She’s a nice lady.” You started. “She gave me tea. And offered me a leg.”

[pray4saint]

how it was on your honeymoon with chuckle sammy

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. afab!reader & gn!reader. 2.2k words total. sfw version.

ted - afab!reader, shorter blurb, ted being a tease, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, sheet humping, implied oral sex (reader receiving)

ted teased you all throughout the day, mercilessly. he wanted to work you up for that night. after all, you were married now, it wasn't the same as dating sex.

”ted c'mon hands off.” you pulled his hand from your thigh and dropped it back in his lap. ”you can wait until we get to the hotel, can't you my love?” ted faked a moment of thought. ”yeah, course i can.” you nodded to him and quickly kissed his cheek. not even five minutes later, his hand was back on your thigh, inching closer to your sex.

by the time you'd gotten to the hotel, you were all hot and bothered and frustrated. ”what is wrong with you?” you roll your suitcase out of the way and turn around to face your husband. he reached for your arm, pulling you closer until he can get his hands perched your waist, flushing your chests together. ”what do you mean sweetheart? what did i do?” in all reality he knew what he was doing and he was enjoying every second of your irritation. you scowl at him and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, it's not far, just far enough to whisper against your mouth, ”is there anything i can do to make it better my dear?” his hands travel south, to the sides of your thighs. ”i think there might be.” despite the small smile on your lips, your tone is still firm and frustrated. ”oh yeah?”

there was a flurry of sloppy, open-mouthed, loud making out and clothes flying everywhere as ted guided you back to the bed.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

”sweetheart look at how wet y'are for me.” your husband pulled his hand away from your slit and you whined at the loss of contact. you watched him turn his middle and index fingers in the light to show off the slick you'd covered them with. ”ted, c'mon. stop teasing me.” he chuckled and kissed the inside of your thigh before he slid his fingers along your slit and when you went to protest again, cut you off by plunging his fingers into your cunt.

the sleep depravity, the hours of buildup, him, his fingers, the warmth of the room, how the sheets felt, it all added to how good his fingers felt pumping in and out of you, his other hand plants firmly on the plush of your thigh, keeping you close to him. on occasion he'd kiss at your clit, trailing down to where his fingers worked you open. ”god you're gorgeous hon'.” you almost didn't pick up on his words because all you could really hear was your mewls and the sound of his fingers moving with your fluids.

when you pulled your head up from the pillow and down at the man between your legs, you could see his hips moving. he was bucking into the sheets trying to release some of the friction in his pants and it only turned you on more. ”baby, fuck– come up here and–” you whined at how he slowed his fingers and tilted his head at you in interest, although he knew how you hated it when he slowed down. ”teddy come up here and fuck me.” you reached your hand down from where it had fisted at the sheets to the side of his face, caressing his cheek. ”not until you've come undone like this f'me. you understand right my dear? just wanna make you feel good.” before you can challenge his words, he picks up the pace and puts his tongue to work at your clit. your hand moves rather frantically up to his hair and you grab tight, throwing your head back once again. it was gonna be a long night for you.

charlie - afab!reader & one use of 'girl', nervous!charlie, praise, kind of service dom!charlie

since you and charlie got on that first plane, he'd been worried about what your expectations would be for your first night as a married couple. sure, you'd had sex plenty of times before but this was different. you were married now and in his mind there were certain expectations that came with that. of course you were so preoccupied with the flights and getting to the hotel that night that you didn't seem to notice his nervous demeanour.

”you ready to go?” you squeezed your new husband's hand to get his attention away from the ceiling. ”hm, yeah, m'ready.” you gave him an unsure look but nonetheless kept walking through and up to the ticket check for the next plane.

with how unsure he seemed in the airport about whatever was on his mind, it made you worry, and that entire next flight you held your hand in his or on his thigh, even while you were asleep. and as much as he enjoyed the physical display of your care, it didn't ease his mind much. also, with your hand moved on his thigh in your sleep, there were a few times it seemed like your hand wandered dangerously close to his crotch, leaving him both nervous and a little horny.

”char come here would you?” your husband perked up from the bedroom, getting up to find you in the bathroom. ”what's up?” you stood in front of the mirror, towel up high around your chest and it really was not helping how his mind still continued to wander to what could happen tonight. ”does this spot look like a pimple?” you turn to him with a pout on your lips. ”no baby, y'look beautiful.”

”you know you don't have to say that just because we're married right?” you look at him through the mirror with a smile. he puts his hands up in self defence, ”i'm not lying, you look gorgeous.” you tap at your lips and your husband rushes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips. ”m'serious, you look so good, always do.” you smile against his lips and in no time you find yourself straddling charlie in the bedroom, towel discarded on the floor.

”charlie, honey, it's okay.” you hold your lips close to his ear, your hands running under his shirt.

”no baby, i want this to be special for you.” you smile at him but you don't move. ”please.” after a moment of thinking you give in and roll over.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

once your husband had gotten his cock nestled inside you, snug against the walls of your cunt, there was this renewed sense of confidence in him, and it was evident in how he pressed his hips against yours, hands moving along your sides while his mouth pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, making you moan with your hands rested on his shoulders.

”charlie f– charlie fuck, feels so good.” you held him close as you could, the combined feeling of his cock dragging inside your pussy and his mouth sucking hickeys into your navel and the surrounding skin. he mumbled something against your skin but you couldn't hear, too enamoured by everything else.

he's like a dog waiting for and wanting your approval. ”really? feels good?” you can only nod in response, whining as he rolls his hips into you over and over again. even without your verbal praise, the nod you gave him made him more confident and he moved with a faster pace. ”ohgodohgodohgod,” the little swears you let out under your breath and praises you managed to mutter between moans encouraged charlie, and bit by bit the original nervousness he had was removed entirely, replaced with this need, the need to make you cum.

”please don't stop, i'm so,” another moan was torn from your body, making your face scrunch up and charlie absolutely loved how you looked, wrecked for him, whining and clenching down on his cock. ”so close handsome.” he almost purred at the nickname, pulling one of his hands low to your pelvis where he pressed his thumb down against your clit. the action solicited a louder moan from you, your cunt begging his cock to keep fucking into you.

as he got closer, he kept pushing it away, focused entirely on making you cum on his dick. ”charlie, m'gonna cum.” he breathed against your chest, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts. ”yeah? y'gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” again you can only nod. ”god y'so beautiful.” all you can do is moan under his touch, letting the feeling in your stomach grow even further.

”fuck, charlie, fuck!” you screamed as you let your orgasm wash over you, your husband fucking his cock into you through your orgasm, praising you through it, kissing along the the expanse of your chest. ”so good baby, that's my sweet girl.”

once you'd gotten through your high and he'd pulled out, you were quick to sit up and slide off the bed to your knees. ”what are you doing love, come get some sleep.” despite his words, you're not gonna leave him unfinished, his cock still hard.

with a heavy breath you reach up, settling yourself between his legs and reach for his dick, him gasping at even the light touches ”m'gonna make you cum now honey, okay?” now it's his turn to only nod in response.

schlatt - gn!reader although many uses of word 'wife', desperate!schlatt, dom!schlatt, size kink, praise, dirty talk, superiority kink, calling schlatt 'sir', mention of cumming inside/creampie

your husband of barely a day had kind of been fixated on having his way with you since the moment you sliced the cake at the reception. because of the constant moving around airports and getting on and off planes you didn't notice the darker glint in his eye when you looked up at him. plus, as horny as he was, he knew he shouldn't distract you while you were in the zone, getting from one place to the next.

the scheduled pick up time for the car rental was tomorrow morning, but for the evening you and schlatt clambered into an uber.

”thank you.” you waved with a small smile at the uber driver, but then schlatt was dragging you by the wrist into the hotel, the bell boy moving your bags. he was quick with reception, getting the keycard to go upstairs.

you tried to talk to him but nothing changed, he didn't say a word. once you'd reached the room he waited for the bell boy to put your bags inside and nodded to him as he left.

”j, baby what the f–” his lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you against the door while he turned the lock. the action took you back, but still you gave him, kissing him back with your hands against his chest. when he pulled away from you there was a string of saliva connecting your lips and he smiled at how flushed your face was. ”i've needed you s'bad. so bad.” pressed against you, you could feel his hard-on and it made you gasp. ”go get on the bed for me sweetheart.” his tone was sweet but you still heard something bitter in the words.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

once he'd got you on your stomach with your ass up and his cock inside you, his pace was brutal, as was the grip schlatt had on your hips. you were sure by the time morning rolled around there'd be marks left behind by his hands.

”y'so small under me, hm? my perfect little wife?” it was a rhetorical question that was met with only the sounds of you moaning his name. it wasn't a sense of ownership – maybe it was – but he loved how tiny you looked beside him, and under him, and on top of him. he loved knowing he could cover your entirety like a blanket, and something about it made him so needy to have you even in the most tame situations.

”god, bet'ya didn't know how close i was to havin' you meet in the plane bathrooms, huh?” again the only response he got was your sounds of pleasure. he allowed his hands to move from your hips to your back, feeling along the arch and you screamed for him, he could feel how it reverberated close to your heart and it made him chuckle.

every word he said to you made it harder to hold out, but you kept trying. you wanted so badly to be good for him. to be his sweet little wife who took everything he gave you. ”m'gettin' so close pretty..” his voice trailed off, low grunts making you squeeze against his cock. ”cum, cum inside, please..” your words were barely audible, a long low mutter, and schlatt leaned over, his hips still pressed against your ass. ”what was that sweetheart?” now you could feel his breath against the back of your neck and it made you shiver. it also made you clench down on his cock yet again. you whined at him when he kissed just behind your ear. ”c'mon pretty, what was it?”

”want you–” you interrupted yourself with a moan. ”want you to cum inside, please sir.” the words only seemed to encourage your husband to rut into with a faster fervour than before, his breathing and low noises of pleasure like music to your ears.

”i know you'been holdin' back baby but you can go ahead, you can go on and cum. cum f'me like the perfect little thing you are f'me.” there was no other warning and your moans became pornographic when you came. ”good job baby, did so good” he kissed the back of your neck as his hips continued to rock against you. ”just hold on a minute for me, okay?”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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Aaaa i was the ine that requested the charlie x reader comfort:3 it was so good thank uuuu!!! Sozz if im overbearing w requests but!!! Lute x fem reader nfsw alphabet? :3 thankk uuu smm

A/N: Absolutely! I wasn’t sure if you wanted Lute as more dominant or submissive so I just wrote her how I see her. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I wrote this pretty late.

NSFW alphabet for Lute

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m gonna be so real with you, she doesn’t mean to but she falls asleep ASAP. Can you really blame her though? She deals with Adam all day.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her wings. She sees them as a very important symbol of her status in heaven. Her favourite body part on you is your ass. She hates to see you leave but she loves to see you go if you know what I mean ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She will ride your face and make you lick her clean. I’m return she’ll do the same for you, however, it might just make a bigger mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her wings are really sensitive. She doesn’t tell anyone since she doesn’t want anyone to use her weaknesses against her. If you touch her wings she will let out the sluttiest moan you have ever and will ever hear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows a thing or two. Not super experienced but she still knows her way around a pussy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If she’s wearing a strap on she wants you to ride her. She wants you to work for your pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s not goofy at all. Everything she does is done with focus, effort, and precision. There is no way she’d be goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She doesn’t completely shave it but she does trim it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It honestly depends on her mood. She can be romantic but she doesn’t really enjoy it. It makes her feel too vulnerable.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you’re not home and she’s feeling extra needy she is not above riding your pillow and pretending it’s your face. Of course she will never tell you and everything will be squeaky clean by the time you’re home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. Seeing you tied up at her mercy makes her feel so powerful.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. She’s not freaky like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If she’s stressed out her libido sky rockets. She also loves to see you in just a bra or a crop top.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite Adam’s pleas she is NOT inviting him to join.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She much prefers receiving. She loves using your mouth as her own personal fuck toy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She is fast and rough. She loves when you’re at mercy, unfortunately she doesn’t have much of it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s neutral on them. She honestly just doesn’t care.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes but nothing public ever. She has a reputation to keep up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last about 4 rounds. She sees it as a challenge and she’s not about to back down.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a classic vibrator and a dildo for herself and you, but she owns rope and cuffs for you only.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She is really unfair. She wants you begging for her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Overall she’s not that loud unless she’s cumming or you touch her wings.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you own your own house together and she sees you walking around the house in just your underwear she is eating you out then and there.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

C cups. Not huge but not super small either.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. We’re talking 3 times a week minimum.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately passes out on your chest. Cleaning up can wait, just play with her hair and let the poor baby rest.

[melrambles]

He ray on my man till I lum

yes i finally finished this shit omfg i'm so glad it's finally here and done omgomgomgomgomgomg

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader, smut, implied ftm reader, both are switches??? friends to lovers, some emotional scenes, pet names like kitten, pet sweetheart and the likes, yes this was absoluetely inspired by rayman origins sue me alr, also had to take a break from tumblr cuz life's been a lot but im kinda (?) back now yippieeeee, fic under the cut and let me know if I missed any warnings <3

Word count: 4090 (omg the longest thing i've written like ever)

Charlie is green Reader is blue

I sighed with exhaustion as I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes, my right pinky twitching in pain against my face. I stared at the gamepad that was haphazardly thrown on my desk, the bright light from my laptop illuminating me harshly. I slumped against my chair, my head flung backwards, my neck already aching from the sudden stretch. 

“Isn’t it almost your bedtime, sweetheart?” I heard as I snapped my head back up, my vision blurring and my mind spinning from the sudden motion. After a few seconds I noticed that my best friend, Charlie, stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom, the room which I was occupying while visiting the US. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting off now. Gods, I’m so pissed, I swear” I slumped down my chair further, the lower half of my body now treading the edge between sitting on the chair and sitting on the floor.

“What happened? What game were you playing?” Charlie asked, his expression quickly turning from playful to worried. His soft, blue eyes stared at me as he sat down on the bed, now looking at my back.

“Rayman Origins, fucking desert levels. Hated them before the finals stages, hate them even more now. Gods my pinky hurts so much” I complained, my voice laced with exhaustion and hurt, my left hand softly massaging my right one. 

“Maybe you should rest, then? C’mere, let me help you out” He spoke quietly, as if lulling a baby to sleep. My cheeks burned slightly, as I heard his voice, that tone unusual, something completely new. I couldn’t find it in myself to decline his offer, so I let my body fall to the floor. I heard Charlie gasp in surprise, then stifle a chuckle, as I picked myself back up and dusted off. I closed my laptop, without turning it off, then moved to sit next to Charlie, glad for the darkness that surrounded us. 

I saw his hand reach out for mine, albeit unsurely, as if he was hesitating. I placed my hand in his, without any concern, and immediately felt the warmth of it engulf my usually cold ones. I felt his fingers move to my pinky, carefully massaging it with his own pace and strenght, although he weakened when he heard me wince, along with a hushed “sorry”.

We stayed like that for a while, maybe a few minutes, maybe even an hour. It was impossible to tell in the pitch black of the guest bedroom. I felt his hands slow down, suddenly, and I let out a noise of disappointment which I regretted immediately.

“‘M sorry-” I began, cutting myself off with a yawn.

“Are you okay?-” Charlie began as well, smiling awkwardly as he heard my sign of tiredness.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m alright though, just a bit tired. Your hands feel very nice, y’know?” I mumbled out a joint mess of words, hardly coherent even for me. Charlie, though, understood every word.

“I’m glad they feel nice, yours do as well, sweetheart. You should go to bed though, shouldn’t you?” He teased and I swear I could hear him smirk at me. 

In my tired stupor, not even realising what I was doing thanks to the jumbled mess that my head currently was, I held onto his hand tighter and moved up the bed, laying down on it completely. 

Charlie was stunned, to say the least. He didn’t know what to do and was left stuck, his jack slack and his eyes wide. His brain practically short circuited, his head suddenly empty, except for you and how you were squeezing his hand as if it was one of the plushies you left behind back at home.

“C’mon, you can lay down, y’know?” He heard your voice cut through the silence, his eyes snapping to your face. He saw your eyes half open, a tired, but playful smirk playing on your lips. How he wished he could kiss that smirk away. 

“A-are you sure?” He struggled, still trying to be mindful, even though his thoughts were everything but that. 

“I wouldn’t suggest if I wasn’t, now get over here before I change my mind” You chuckled, tugging on his hand, which at some point became interlaced with yours, he didn’t even realize when. 

Without any further hesitation he moved to lay down with you and you quickly moved. Now your back was pressed against his chest, you felt his heart pounding, his chest rising and falling, his breath quick against your neck.

I smiled to myself as I felt his nervousness, almost wanting to make a comment for him to calm down, but then my plan would go to waste. You see, I’ve liked Char for a long while and I wanted to make a move for ages, at this point. We finally got the time to see each other, me to fly out to see him, and him to make space for me in his busy schedule. I knew that this time, I would make a move, so I am doing it right now. I knew it was the right moment, the instance that Charlie took my hand in his.

I took the hand that I had locked with him and moved it across my mid section, glad that I wasn’t feeling the mounds that I used to. Even when I was the one who moved his hand, and it was still holding mine, his touch on my skin felt electrifying. The subtle shocks of pleasure went right between my legs, making me move my legs, acting as if I was adjusting my position. 

I heard his breath stutter, his fingers flexing against my hand in a show of losing control, a silent ask for permission, as I read it. I slowly loosened my hold on him, moving my fingers away from his and grabbing his wrist, placing his palm firmly on the exposed skin that showed after my sleeping shirt rode up. I sucked in a sharp breath as his cold hand touched my heated up skin. 

Charlie must’ve realized my intentions, as his movements became sure, intentional. He grazed the ending of my ribs, his touch feather-light and burning, his breath becoming sharp and stuttered against my neck, as his head moved closer to the exposed skin. 

First, his lips were unsure, testing the waters as he kissed under my ear. As he heard me stifle a moan, his movements became sharp, rough, and so fucking much. I couldn’t be bothered to bite down the sounds that escaped my mouth as his teeth tickled the skin and gently bit, me outright moaning at the feeling. That must’ve been the last straw, as he roughly turned me around and grabbed my face in both his hands.

“You have no fucking idea how much I just want to devour you right now, sweetheart” Charlie outright growled, his voice strained as he did his best not to show just how much exactly he was excited. 

“Please, Char” You whined, your eyes already hazy as he studied your expression, nothing showed any kind of discomfort and you yourself were pleading for him. That was enough for him, he shoved his lips against yours with a frightful might, his tongue immediately shoved into your mouth as he explored all that he could, sucking up everything like a man starved.

His hands roamed your body as he moved to lay on top of you, your back pushed against the mattress, arching into him. His fingers played with the hem of your- his shirt that you’d stolen from him, making him go crazy every time he looked at you in it. He pushed them under the fabric, his fingertips tickling the softness of your tummy, teasingly moving upwards, along with the shirt, just to move back down.

He broke the kiss with a half pant-half groan, his eyes half-lidded as he stared you down with predatory hunger. No more than a few seconds later he moved you to sit so he could get rid of your shirt and you oh so nicely complied, moving your hands up so he could basically rip it off of you. The moment the shirt came off, he threw it across the room unceremoniously, haphazardly. Without any further ado, Charlie lunged at your naked upper body, his lips harshly attaching to your neck and collarbones. 

I moaned loudly at the feeling, his teeth not even being gentle making me go crazy. This is exactly what I wanted- no, what I needed. His hands moved my sweats and boxers downwards, my v-line showing in the dark, but already humid room. Charlie’s hands traced my waist, committing every curve to his memory, soaking all of this in, just as much as me.

I tangled my right hand into his hair, grasping at it, making Charlie gasp out a shuddering moan against the skin of my neck, right under my ear, right where I was most sensitive. My left hand reached to his shirt, lifting it slightly, a silent question between us. 

Charlie pulled away from me and ripped his shirt off, his gorgeous, toned chest right out in front of me in full display, something I only fantasized about. Before he could even return to my skin, I wrapped my legs around his midsection and turned us around, me now straddling him. 

There was pure lust and admiration in your eyes, making Charlie gulp loudly. His eyes widened with shock as you switched places with him, his hands instinctively landing on your hips. When he felt your gentle lips on his own skin, a stark contrast between his hunger, his eyes rolled back into his skull. Your kisses were gentle, slow, steady, and yet sharp and needy at the same time. You took your time, worshipping his body, finally having something you wished for for so, so long. You couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

“You’re gonna be a good boy and let me adore you, right?” You whispered out, your hungry gaze pointed right at him, his hair already askew atop the pillows he set up for you himself, right before you arrived. 

“Y-yeah, lemme be a god boy f’you” Charlie gasped out, his grip tightening against your hips, unable to hold himself back, but at the same time unable to resist your gorgeously husky voice. 

You only smiled in response to him, your eyes twinkling with softness, for a fleeting moment. Although, he could swear he saw something else sparkle there, but he couldn’t quite place his head on what it could’ve been.

Before Charlie could say anything else, I returned to my mission. His skin was so soft beneath my fingers, his taste so intoxicating I could just drown in it and his scent was just the only thing running through my lungs. All of him was more addictive than anything I could ever imagine. 

My lips and hands started moving further and further down. One of my hands played with the low-hanging waistband of his shorts, a vigorous tent already there. My other hand stayed on his chest, playing with his nipple, enjoying the hardened bud under my fingers. I couldn’t physically stop myself before I licked a long stripe following his v-line. His loud, almost pornographic, moan-whine, was more than gratifying. With every noise spilling from his mouth I just kept getting more and more winded up, my hands twitching against his body.

I pulled away from his abdomen and started deep into his eyes. Charlie’s glasses were more than askew, his mouth hanging pathetically low, his chest threatening to explode with his rushed breathing. I could just sit there all day, watching his red face, as he struggled to stay put. 

I tugged at the waistband of his shorts, still not breaking eye contact, although I’m sure I felt my smirk grow into something almost predatory, hungry and yet to be satiated. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re my transition goals?” 

A silence broke out and then we both erupted in laughter, our chests almost touching as I leaned forward and held my belly from the slight pain. I didn’t even realize I’d said that aloud, but it was a nice tension breaker nonetheless. 

“Really? You’ve never mentioned it before, I’m… honestly very flattered” He answered, even though I didn’t pose a question. I could see his genuine smile and that lovely fluster on his face. But it was short lived as I leaned down to his ear and tugged at his sweats again.

“Well, I can’t really have your physique, or your build, but I still have your body, don’t I, Char?” I whispered sweetly, my words anything but that. I could hear the spit go down his throat and the sudden rush of air escaping his lungs. I felt him nod against my cheek, the speed of which was vigorous, his complete approvement.

I pulled away from his ear and moved off of his lap, tugging his shorts down with new-found hunger. As his length sprang out and hit his stomach, leaving a wet spot, I felt both my lips drool at the sight. I looked up at him for approval yet again, which he oh so nicely gave with a tug at my hair, bringing my mouth to his cock.

I briefly smiled before grabbing him at the base of his shaft and sucked in all I could take in one turn. His hips bucked up into my mouth, but I didn’t care. I finally tasted him, knew what he felt like in both my hands and mouth and I don’t think I could ever stop. Shit, I was really in deep, wasn’t I?

Your mouth against him felt heavenly. It felt so much better than he ever could’ve imagined. And your tongue lapping up around his tip as you moved your head up, just to slam it down again and again? That’s the kind of feeling that you can’t even begin to describe. But now, finally, he felt whole, as if he wasn’t just a lonely piece of a puzzle, he finally found the one that fit with him perfectly. 

He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your mouth and when you didn’t object, in fact, you outright moaned in delight against him, he grabbed your hair harshly and began moving his hips as if there was no tomorrow and this was the only time he could enjoy you like this. His noises were pathetic, long, drawn out whines that got you to moan around him in return, or his high pitched moans and groans that made you rub your thighs together. 

The noises in the room were obscene, Charlie's noises of pure delight and ecstasy, your rushed gasps whenever you could force air into your lungs and his spit covered balls slapping against your chin. You wouldn't give this moment up for anything in the world.

It wasn't long before Charlie couldn't take anymore, his hips stuttering against his own brutal rhythm. You took over then, shoving him as far down your throat as he could go. You kept up the pace, even when he couldn't, his whines becoming whimpers of upcoming release, his hands twisting even more in your hair. 

When you felt him twitching in your mouth, you pushed your head down until your nose was flush with his pelvis and whined, the vibrations sending Charlie over the edge, spilling down your throat as you could barely breathe.

You pulled away when you were sure there was nothing more coming out of him. Some of his cum dribbled down your mouth, you just quickly swiped it up with your thumb and licked it off. Charlie's gaze hardened as he looked at you, his cock not even softening the slightest. You reached down and licked him clean, making sure that no drop would've been wasted.

Suddenly, Charlie grabbed you by your shoulders, pulling your face close to his. He stared into your eyes for a few, dramatically long seconds. He lunged forward, trapping your lips in a dance with his, one of his hands moving to hold you by your cheek. He shuddered as he felt the slight aftertaste of himself on your tongue. 

I broke away from the kiss, slightly coughing from the abuse of my throat. When I saw Charlie's worrisome look I smiled reassuringly and softly giggled, his grip on my face loosening. 

I collapsed on the bed next to him, panting from the delirium of sucking him off. I looked to the side, a goofy smile on my face, but Charlie's expression told a different story. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the passion and lust that had yet to be extinguished.

He moved to sit atop me again, just hovering over my body, staring down my naked chest and the low hanging boxers and sweats. His fingers played with both waistbands, my hands moving to rest on his shoulders. My fingers started digging into his skin, anticipation rising in me like it never had before. Next thing I knew, he almost ripped my bottoms off, leaving me bare naked under him. His eyes shone with something I've never seen in him before, something vulgar, something animalistic. 

Charlie grabbed the inside of my thighs, forcing them apart. His eyes and smirk widened at the sight of my wetness dripping down, reaching the mattress on its own. He tentatively looked up at me, his face softening fakely for a moment, before he dipped his head right where I needed him most. I felt him moan around me, my back arching up with a broken moan, my hands moving to grab at his hair. 

At my actions Charlie only sped up his motions, something deep rumbling in his chest as he feverishly lapped up at my vulva and the lengthened clit. My eyes closed shut, the noises spilling out of me not stopping for a moment. My throat was already hoarse from his gorgeous cock, sure to be bruised even more with my shouting. Although, that didn't seem to bother Char at all, if anything it spurred him on even more, his hips now rutting against the mattress as he tried his best not to cum too early again.

Charlie moaned louder than you as he sucked you off, all his dreams coming true in one night, all the tension finally snapping, letting him have what he desired for so long. His foggy mind was nothing but you and you only. 

His hands gripped at the plush of your thighs hard, little crescent moon marks left in the wake of his fingertips. He couldn't stop himself now, even if he needed to. There was nothing in the world that could matter as much as this moment, this feeling of you everywhere around him. 

It wasn't long before Charlie and his unbreaking hunger made you cum, your back basically breaking from the force of your euphoria. Char held you down, hands pressing onto your abdomen, forcing your orgasm to go on for longer than it had ever before. 

As he finally let you calm down, separating himself from between your legs, he smiled the goofiest smile you'd seen on him. You chuckled, sitting up to grab his face in your hands and crash your lips together. You could still faintly taste yourself on his tongue and that sensation made you just the more insane. The sensual kiss turned into making out, which then turned into Charlie forcing you back down onto the mattress, reaching for the nightstand. 

You were confused for a moment, wondering what he simply could have hidden there. Your worries were quickly subdued as he pulled out a plastic wrapper, the shape immediately familiar to you. You raised a curious brow, wondering just how long the condoms could've been there without your knowledge. Did he plan this? Was he planning for someone else to be in your place?

“Did you think about me as you put them there?” Your voice cut through the sounds of ragged breathing and tensions. You sounded unsure, worried, insecure. Charlie stopped dead in his tracks as he heard your voice, your expression turning from turned on and blissed out to harsh, worried and sad. 

He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes wide in the dark room as if you caught him red-handed. You could see the cogs turning in his brain as he tried to form a thought, the room suddenly becoming thick and suffocating. Charlie’s mouth kept opening and closing, his brain rapidly trying to form any coherent sentence. 

“Yeah, I did. I hoped that this visit of yours would culminate in something… something that all those years would be worth for. I just- I just couldn't take all this tension between us anymore. I needed to do something and if it wasn't for you doing the first move, I doubt I'd be careful now” 

It took you a moment to realise just what Charlie had said, your brain slowly catching up with you, but before it even could, you were already kissing him. Although the kiss wasn’t hot, wasn’t needy. It was slow, deliberate, needing. It was a promise - from each other, to each other. It was like a spell forcing the two of you together, closer and closer until his body was fully on top of you, your hands clutching to him, anywhere you could find. 

I pulled away from the kiss first, my face wet with tears and sweat. My hands landed on Char’s cheeks, holding his face close to mine as we breathed each other in. The tension, now electrifying just as much as emotional, could be cut with even the dullest knife. I smiled at him, a cheeky grin and he gave his in response. We laughed, we couldn’t do much more in our current state. The both of us fully naked, in a situation we only dreamed of. 

Without much preparation I only heard Char rip open the foil wrapper and his sigh of relief. He looked at me, the question obvious on his lips.

“Ready?”

“More than ever”

It was the last thing I could say before I lost the ability to speak completely.

His first movement was painfully slow. It was as if he tried his best not to rip me apart, even though he knew perfectly well that was what I wanted. No, what I needed. I needed all of him, his everything, I needed to be his everything. 

I could only gasp and wiggle my hips to coax him further in me. I just wished he’d hurried up. I needed to feel all of him inside me already. And with a final, harsh thrust, he bottomed out. I saw stars in my vision at the bliss of him filling me up so perfectly. His cock inside of me was the only thing tethering me to reality at that point.

“Taking me so well, aren’t ya, kitten?” 

I nearly came on the spot at the pet name. How could’ve he known all my soft spots so well- 

His hand moved to my throat, a pathetic, loud moan leaving me, along with any rational thoughts.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I kitten?”

“Y-yes, sir” “That’s more like it, pet. Now keep on making those gorgeous sounds of yours, yeah?”

And make more sound I did. That was the only thing I could do as his cock pistoned in and out of me, his motions and speed ruthless and yet so very pleasurable. His grip on my throat tightened ever so slightly, as if testing how far he could go and I wasn’t even able to see his reaction as my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. I could only hear his grunts, huffing and muted moans. 

I could feel both our climaxes approaching, his movements became sloppy, his rhythm lost by now, along with his rationale. I started shaking around him, my noises uncontrollably high pitched, my every muscle clenching uncomfortably. And soon enough, we both reached our peaks, both our visions cloudy, my breath stuttering and Char’s chest heaving as he collapsed on top of me. 

“We should take a shower, love” 

“And probably talk too, huh?”

“Nah, let’s leave that for morning, I can barely walk as it is” 

“If you say so, my dear”

I smacked him on his arm playfully, earning a soft and tired chuckle from him.

“I love you, Char”

“I love you too, honey”

[pupslimes]

don't let me in with no intention to keep me... part 3

okay very much waiting for the edible to kick in as i post this... this ones a lil shorter but i have a longer part planned for 4! love u guysssssss

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You whimper loudly as your hand slips back between your legs, fingers sliding into soft wet heat. Charlie groans, his eyes roaming over you, before surging forward, hand slipping off his cock, to kiss you harshly. A gasp works its way out of your lips as you kiss him back, your throat ragged with want by now. His hands make their way up to fist into your hair. He grips into it with both hands, fingers digging into your scalp. His nails scrape pleasantly across it, eliciting a satisfied noise from you, and he drags you closer to him. You practically fall into his lap, clambering at his thighs for purchase. Heady noises escape his throat, and maybe you leave your hands kneading into his legs just a little bit longer to continue dragging the sounds out of him. He notices quickly, and begins tugging at you insistently to settle, which you oblige.

His hands grip at your sides and help you settle into his lap again, sidesaddle over the arm of the couch, lower legs and feet kicking freely. Hold better on you now, his tongue and teeth make their appearances again, leaving you practically mewling into his mouth. “Fuck… baby boy…” he groans. “Do you understand how badly I want to fuck you right now?” Images of Charlie stuffing his now red and throbbing cock deep into you flash through your mind, and you feel yourself growing a degree more feral at the thought.

“Do it,” you mutter, beginning to mouth at his neck. Charlie seems to consider this, an affirmative hum leaving his chest at your ministrations. He lets you continue for a while longer, and you relish the chance to mark him up the way he marked you.  Soon, however, a hand snakes up between your bodies to grip at your throat gently, pulling you off his neck..

“Pretty boy,” an eyebrow raises at your whine. “I said I'm giving you a demonstration. After said demonstration, I can bend you over your couch and fuck you, if you have anything left in you. But right now, you're going to watch, and you're going to learn. You're the one who asked for this, and now you're going to take it like a good boy,” The hand around your throat tightens slightly. “Understand, puppy?”

Your hips jerk at the nickname, and he chuckles darkly. “Puppy, huh? Guess we'll have to find a collar for you,” Before you can even find it in yourself to react to his words, leather collars with golden hardware swirling through your mind, he continues speaking. “Now. Legs back over my thighs, yeah?” Dizzily, you shift your weight around in his lap, attempting to situate yourself once more how he demands. He grips your hips as you do, thumbs pressing into them to move you with ease. You moan at the sensation, falling forward into his shoulder. He doesn't speak, continuing to rub circles into them as you attempt to adjust yourself with his… help may be the wrong word in this moment. The only thing he’s helping is how fucking soaked you are. When you finally settle, he kisses your cheek as his hands slide up your thighs. “Looks like someone bought front row seats,” You giggle, shaking your head slightly. He smirks at you, lopsided, and you have the urge to bite his cheek as it squishes up. His hand comes up under your chin to tap it gently as he speaks. “Now, watch and learn, puppy,” Your attention is rapt.

He takes himself back in his hand, starting again at his slow pace. “Match me, baby,” he whispers. Your hand slips down to stroke yourself between two fingers, spreading yourself wide as you do. Soft, slick noises from both of you fill the room, and Charlie worries his lower lip between his teeth as he watches you.

“Baby…”

His eyes meet yours for a brief moment., before focusing back on your hand. “You look so cute all hard and leaking for me, baby boy. You know that, right?” Its almost too much to handle. Your fingers press together, and you grind your clit between them, seeking more friction. His eyes light up. “Feels good, darling?” You nod pitifully. “Think you can get off again on just your cock? Or do you need your fingers in your cunt to make it there?” Your brain goes fuzzy as he calls it a cock again, losing yourself in the praise and the images of Charlie jerking you off that it conjures. You realize you're fading away from him again, and desperate not to be called on it this time, react without thinking.

You shake your head quickly. “I can do it!” You protest. Oh fuck. What did you just get yourself into?

Charlie's lazy smile returns, but his eyes sparkle like he knows your secret. “I knew you could. Good puppy. Show me,” he praises you. His pace quickens, and you readjust your grip on your clit…no. Cock. Fuck. The things this man is doing to your brain.  Your thumb joins your fingers in dragging up and down it, matching his pace. “Oh my… Char…” You can’t help the noises working their way out of you now, and your cheeks flush even further. He just continues to smile at you, gaze roaming your body. After a while, he has to break eye contact, his head tilting back as he groans. “Nngh… “ You see his cock twitch in his hand, and suddenly you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

At the sight of his blissed out face and pulsing dick, you can't help but start bucking your hips, seeking any further contact. You know he's forbidden it, but you almost want to press yourself against his shaft and fingers, grinding against them. You picture his fingers all soaked in your slick and start feeling a little light headed. When he feels you squirming in his lap, Charlie's head snaps back up to you, his gaze eagerly taking you in as you shift and twist in his lap, wrist snapping against yourself. He seems to sense what you need immediately, and wastes no more time in providing it for you. “That's it angel,” he coos at you, in that fucking whiskey smooth voice that made you cum the first time on its own, and you swear is about to make you dissappear over the edge a second time. His tone drips saccharine as he praises you, your eyes locked on the way he brings his fist up and down his own cock, and you match his rhythm. You feel the heat drawing to a center point in your stomach, the butterflies melting within the core as you grow closer and closer. You're unsure how he's even talking right now, the pace almost brutal for you, with that and his words taking up all the space in your brain. “That's it baby. Make yourself cum for me,”

His words take you over the edge again. Your grip breaks, fingers slipping as sickness gushes out of you again, and you find yourself grinding against the heel of your hand. It feels like the wave crests and over again, pulses emanating from your cock to the rest of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing as it desperately seeks to be filled, to have his cock buried in you as you tilt over the edge for what feels like hours. “Char…lie…” you call out. “Charlie Charlie Charliecharliecharliefuckfuckfuck please,” You can't help yourself from begging this time. As the waves shrink, and your hips continue to give aborted thrusts, you look up to meet his gaze. He has the same look as last time, feral and hungry and ready to devour you, and his hand is clamped at the base of his cock again. 

“Such a good boy,” he rasps out. “Alright puppy, time to stretch yourself out now. I wanna see you cum on your fingers,”

Oh. Oh fuck.