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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 5

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Cockwarming - Felix

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Summary: End of the quarter reports are due and somehow one of the calculations got messed up; it’s nothing you can’t do by hand. And luckily you have a preppy secretary who will stop at nothing to make sure you’re relaxed.

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“Felix, can you bring in my incoming forms, please?” you say into the intercom on your desk.

“Right away, ma’am.” His deep voice answers you immediately through the speaker.

Leaning back in your large office chair, you cross one leg over the other and look out of the floor to ceiling windows that line the wall behind your desk.

Your arms cross over your chest and your bottom lip pulls between your teeth in deep thought.

Various different items on your to-do list for the day fly through your mind as you stare out over the Seoul skyline.

Partnership approvals, tax forms, time sheets.

Being the CFO for a large cooperation like this one was never easy. There was never a single day in the office that you weren’t busy. When you think about it, you can’t even remember the last time you took a vacation day.

Once you get this high in the corporate ladder, it’s supposed to get easier, that’s what you thought. It’s what you were told your entire life. But, now that you’re here, you see that it’s the exact opposite.

Every single day is filled to the brim with meetings, phone calls, and business lunches. It’s all chock full of fake smiles and forced laughter.

You worked your ass off to get to where you were now, and nothing was ever going to change that. Sleep be damned..

A gentle knock sounded through the room.

“Come in,” you call out, turning your chair to face the door.

The door opens and Felix walks in with a large stack of papers in his hands. His crisp white dress shirt is tucked into his navy blue dress pants, a matching tie around his neck. A pair of thick black glasses sat perched on his nose, face framed by long, perfectly kempt, blond hair.

“Your inbox, ma’am,” he says warmly, walking closer to your desk.

“Thank you, Felix.” You motion down to the empty desk in front of you. “You can just place them anywhere.”

He nods and gently places them on an empty spot on the wood.

“Do I have any more meetings for the day?” you ask him, flipping through the papers.

“No, ma’am.”

You run one hand through your hair tiredly. “Good, good.” A beat. “What time is my first meeting tomorrow?”

Felix reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He taps on the screen a few times before speaking up. “Ten o’clock.”

“Really? That’s the best news I’ve gotten all day.”

“Your 8:30 was rescheduled to the afternoon.”

“Now that makes sense.”

Your eyes tiredly flick over to the time on your desktop. “Jesus, Felix. Weren’t you supposed to leave an hour ago?”

He shifts his weight on his feet. “Yes, but I don’t leave until you do.”

“I told you that you don’t need to do that.”

“It’s just in case you need me, you know?” A soft blush covers his cheeks, but you pay no mind to it.

“You’re putting these hours on your timesheet, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” You sigh again. “Tomorrow is the day, isn’t it?”

“If you’re referring to the quarterly rebalance, then yes, it is.”

At the end of every quarter, you were in charge of verifying each analyst’s calculations and reading their predictions for the next one before presenting them to the board of directors.

Every single time you end up staying at the office until the wee hours of the morning.

Last quarter, you didn’t leave the office until two in the morning. And, like every quarter, Felix stayed with you.

“Well, then,” You put the forms back down on your desk and push your chair away to stand up. “I’m not going to bother with these tonight when I’ll be here until sunrise on Saturday.”

“Should I have your car brought around?”

“If you could, please.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

Felix briskly leaves the room and you roll your head around your sore neck.

“Fuck quarterly rebalances.”

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Your hand runs over your face for the millionth time in the last four hours. The numbers are starting to blend together at this point.

The analyses started coming in around 11 AM and since then you just haven’t stopped.

Line chart after line chart, spreadsheet after spreadsheet, everything looks the same now.

You’ve been hung up on one single data set. There’s a random spike in it for no reason at all. Why is there a spike in this calculation?

You cannot move on to the rest of the data until you get over this spike.

Blindly, you reach over to the phone on your desk and press the intercom button. “Felix,” you say after the beep.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Can you please patch me through to Seo Changbin? There’s no way this spike is correct.”

The sound of typing on a keyboard echoes over the line.

“Seo Changbin clocked out three hours ago, ma’am. Would you like me to ring his personal phone?”

“Three hours?” you ask incredulously and look down at the time. “Holy shit.” you murmur under your breath.

8:00 PM. It’s 8:00 PM.

“Ma’am?” Felix grabs your attention after a second of waiting.

You throw your glasses down onto the desk and pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. A headache has been resting behind your eyes all day.

“No,” you say after a few moments. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll just run the numbers myself.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with for now, ma’am?”

You look around the room, the sun is setting over the skyline. A sigh leaves your chest.

It’s hard to believe you were working for nine straight hours on this. When was the last time you looked up?

“Have you eaten yet, Felix?” you ask, keeping your eyes outside.

“No, ma’am.”

“Order whatever you want, make it double. Put it on the corporate card.”

Felix’s deep laugh comes through the intercom. “Right away, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Felix.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.”

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Two plus two is four, right? Yes, of course it is. Two plus two has always been four. They wouldn’t just change that suddenly, right?

But you’re so delirious that you still punch it in your calculator.

“Two plus two...” When the calculator says four, you stare at it. “To be honest, I was expecting something else with how tonight is going.”

Laughing at your own joke, you continue to re-input the numbers into the spreadsheet on your desktop.

A knock at your door pulls your attention.

“Come in!” you call out without looking up.

The door clicks open. “Delivery!” Felix’s cheery voice calls into your office.

You look up at your secretary with weary eyes. His mouth pulls into a sympathetic smile.

“That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea.” you groan and lean back in your chair. Your muscles scream from the movement and you grunt. “I just verified two plus two on the calculator.”

“Still four?”

“Surprisingly.”

“I think it’s time for a break, then.”

Peeking at the clock, it says it’s around 9:00 PM now.

With an apologetic smile, you look up at Felix. His white collared shirt is undone at the top, no tie around his neck. A plain pair of tight black slacks hugging his legs. He’s looking at you with nothing but pity in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Felix,” you say while taking the takeout container from him. He just laughs.

“Don’t apologize, it’s all part of the job.” He shifts in place for a moment and turns and looks at the door.

“Where’s your food?”

“Oh, at my desk.”

“Why don’t you bring it in here? I’d love the company. Wayne can only do so much for my sanity.” You point at the house plant on your windowsill.

A little nametag on the front of the pot says ‘Wayne’ in cursive.

Felix’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn a bit pink. “Oh! Yeah! I’ll um… I’ll go grab it and be right back.”

You follow his lithe body as he rushes out of your office with one eyebrow raised.

Strange.

True, this was the first time you invited him to eat in your office with you. But it’s not like you ever had the opportunity to do so.

Typically, you ate in your office by yourself while still working. Truth be told, you had no idea when Felix’s lunch break was. He was always available when you needed him. Did he work through his lunch too?

Your secretary re-enters your office slightly out of breath.

“By the way,” he pants. “I had forgotten to order us drinks, so I got this out of the vending machine for you.”

He comes up to your desk holding out your favorite drink.

“Ugh, what would I do without you?” You smile and take the drink. “Pull a chair closer, you can eat on my desk too. It’ll get all over you if you try to balance it like that on your lap.”

Eagerly, he places his food on your desk and scoots forward. The redness in his cheeks deepened.

Soft lo-fi music is coming through your computer and filling the silence in the air. You crack open the takeout container and dig in.

It’s a stir fry. And stir fry has never looked this good in your life.

“This is so good,” you basically moan after taking your first bite.

“O-Oh, yeah? I’m glad you like it,” Felix stutters back and takes his own bite.

“It’s definitely much needed after today.” You whine and look back at your desktop.

“What’s going on with the numbers?”

“Based on what Changbin gave me, it says our internal earnings spiked massively this quarter. And yes, while this is great, it’s extremely abnormal. If this is true, I need to verify it before I can present it; otherwise, I’ll look like a fool.”

Felix listens intently to your explanation. “I don’t think you could ever look like a fool, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Felix.” You smile at him. He grins back and suddenly it’s like the sun is back up. His pearly white teeth shine in the office light.

“You have such a pretty smile,” you compliment him. “I don’t think I ever told you that.”

Felix squirms in his seat and looks down bashfully. The blush spreads all over his face. One of his hands comes up and rubs the back of his neck.

“Ah, thank you, ma’am. I appreciate that.”

Chuckling softly, you turn back to your calculations.

The gentle, twinkling sounds of lo-fi beats do nothing to help calm the swirling confusion in your head.

Minutes pass and you’re staring at the same algorithm.

Your shoulders are slowly coming towards your ears with all the tension in your body. When you lean forward to use your keyboard, a burning pain runs through your back.

“Fuck.” Your hand flies up to grab where your shoulder meets your neck to massage it and roll your head around.

“Everything alright?” Felix asks.

“Yeah, I just get so stiff sitting at my desk while I work on the end of quarter stuff. Feels like my shoulders are on fire.”

No amount of massaging your own shoulders seems to be working, though.

Felix looks down at his food for a moment, then back up to you. His eyes shift away from you nervously.

“Before this job, I had gone to massage school for a few months. Would you like me to see if I can work those kinks out?”

Normally, you would say no. It would be so wildly inappropriate to have your secretary massage your shoulders while you work. Imagine if someone decided to walk in?

But now? When no one else is here and there’s no end in sight with these analyses?

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you ask, unsure.

He seems to perk up a bit. “Not at all!”

Another moment passes while you weigh it in your mind, your lip pulls between your teeth before looking at him a bit sheepishly. “If you don’t mind…”

Felix is up on his feet, food immediately forgotten. It almost startles you how fast he’s up and around the back of your chair.

You had shucked off your blazer a few hours ago. Just your button up on, the top few buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

Felix stands behind you for a moment, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Do you have any lotion?”

“Yes, actually.” Reaching down into your desk drawer, you pulled out an herbal lotion that your one friend had gotten you as a gift.

“‘Stress Relief’, huh?” Felix teases when you set it on the desk.

“A friend thought it would make a great gag gift with everything going on,” you laugh to yourself and stare back at your computer. “She didn’t realize how appropriate it was.”

Once more, Felix moves his hands around your back, his lithe fingers sweeping your hair off the back of your neck. Instead of keeping it down, you lean forward and grab a long pencil out of the cup and twirl it around your hair to then pin it up.

It’s a trick you learned back in college.

Felix watches behind you silently, his breath hitches slightly when he sees your hair settle all pinned up. Strands fall out of the bundle and frame your face and neck a bit.

It’s the most perfect messy hairstyle he’s ever seen.

Felix’s jaw clenches and he gulps, pulling himself together.

“Do you mind if I, ah– lower the back of your shirt a bit?”

“Yeah, here.” You’re already back in word mode; after looking at the sheer number of raw data littering the spreadsheet on your desktop, you were no longer focused on your secretary.

You unbutton more of the buttons and let your shirt slide off your shoulders a bit. Your cleavage was still covered– mostly.

Felix’s brain whites out for a split second and he has to physically force his brain to reboot. There’s a slight twitch in his pants at the sight of your naked shoulders. You’re always in those high-collared shirts, blazers, sweaters, so ungodly professional.

But your clothes are always so skin tight. Or you’ll wear a blouse like this one and a tiny little pencil skirt.

Felix leans down and pumps some lotion on his hands, rubbing it together to warm it up before setting his hands on your wonderfully smooth skin. It takes every fiber of his being not to let out a moan at the feeling.

His breathing picks up as he digs his thumbs into your muscles.

Immediately, you groan at the feeling. “God, that already feels so good, Felix.”

His name, you said his name, moaning nonetheless.

He can only make a noise of acknowledgement while he continues to work out the high strung muscles in your neck and shoulders.

Meanwhile, your brain is completely focused on your calculations. It’s so much easier to focus on everything when it doesn’t feel like your back is on fire.

Felix’s hands are absolutely magical. Everywhere he rubs loosens up underneath his strong, yet gentle, grip. He kneads right at the base of your neck and every knot slowly releases.

Small moans slip past your lips without realizing it.

And just because you don’t realize you’re moaning does not mean that your secretary hasn’t. Every single sound that comes out of your mouth goes straight to his dick. His slacks have tightened significantly, a tent pitching higher and higher each second.

He scolds himself internally. He knows he needs to pull it together, you’re his boss. You sign his paychecks. But fuck, knowing that you’re making those noises because of just his fingers is messing with his brain, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Felix runs over a particularly tight knot and you jump with a yelp.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he apologizes profusely, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s okay,” you soothe his worry. “God, I already feel better. It felt like someone was stabbing flaming daggers into my shoulders.”

Your voice sounds somewhere else. Even though Felix has been your secretary for almost two years now, you’ve never spoken this casually with him. You were always professional, always so put together.

The work in front of you has you so consumed that you don’t realize how much your tongue is slipping.

It’s been like this the entire night. You’re too distracted to care.

“I can’t believe you chose to pursue this instead of continuing with massage school.” you continue.

“Well, I had originally gotten this job to pay for massage school. Then, when I got this position, I realized it paid more than being a masseuse ever would.”

You move your head around your shoulders, “Still.” you write down a string of numbers, click around on your keyboard, punch a formula into the calculator, then write something else down. “God, your fingers are fucking magical.”

Hearing you curse sent a lightning bolt down his back and Felix’s head is shot into the clouds. And you were complimenting him!

“I can’t imagine what else those fingers can do.”

Now he knows he’s dreaming. Did you really just say that? Did he hallucinate it? His fingers pause on your muscles.

Your own words must have sunken into your brain; your entire body goes rigid and you gasp, one hand flying over your mouth. Your heart drops to your stomach.

“Oh my god, Felix.” you say quietly, your tone is horrified. “Felix, I am so sorry, please. Oh, god.”

You can’t even turn around to look at him. It’s like ice water was injected to your veins. How could you have said that? He’s going to report you to HR! Who wouldn’t? You quite literally just harassed him in the workplace.

“I have no idea why I said that.” you sputter.

Say goodbye to everything you worked for. You threw it out the window by accidentally letting your tongue slip while he massaged your bare shoulders.

While you were apologizing profusely, you didn't feel him lean down until you heard his baritone voice was right next to your ear.

“I could show you.”

Like a zipper, pleasure shoots right up your spine. It makes you sit up straighter in your desk chair. Your mouth is suddenly so dry.

“W-What?” you stutter out, still looking down at your desk.

Felix is so close behind you that you can smell his cologne wrapping around your nose. It’s so fresh. It has a cotton-like musky smell to it. You’ve always caught whiffs of it when he came breezing through your office.

So many times you’ve found yourself leaning into the smell, and now here you have it so close to you.

“I could show you what these fingers can do, ma’am.” he purrs in your ear. Goosebumps raise all along the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end and a shiver creeps up on you.

His warm, slippery hands slide from your shoulders down your bare arms to grip them for a second before sliding back up. Felix reapers the motion a few times, letting his hot breath fan over your exposed skin.

“But,” the gravel of his voice makes your insides flutter. “You need to finish these calculations, ma’am.”

You hum in response, allowing your eyes to flutter closed and you lean back into his touch.

Felix chuckles under his breath. “I have an idea.”

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Oh, it was a sinful fucking idea. Did he really think you were going to get any work done like this?

Felix had sat down on your desk chair, the tent in his pants so painfully obvious. At the same time, you can’t deny the wetness in your panties. It was getting worse and worse during that massage.

It’s only natural.

He grabs your hips and pulls your body towards him, his face level with your lower stomach. He looks directly up at you, his fingers curling into the fabric of your pencil skirt.

Those deep brown eyes staring up at you with a lustful haze covering them. Every freckle was highlighted on his face due to the blush covering his skin.

You bring one of your hands up to his face and softly caress his cheek, letting your fingertips dance over his skin. Felix leans into your touch; he turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm.

“This is crazy,” you whisper down to him.

“The secretary sleeping with the boss is not a new concept, ma’am.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, but it’s usually the other way around.”

One of your knees comes up and rests on the chair right in front of his crotch. Felix bites his lip and his eyes squint shut for a moment.

His hips stutter, you can tell he’s trying not to roll them to rub against your bare skin.

Your head cocks to the side and you smirk. “Come on then, I need you to be fully hard if I’m going to sit on your cock.”

One of the deepest moans you’ve ever heard pulls from deep within his chest. Felix’s head tilts back and his grip on your hips tightens. In a fluid motion, he gyrates his hips and you feel his cock press right against your leg.

A devious smile crosses your face, you move your hand down to grip his face tightly to bring his clouded gaze back to you.

“Come on then, Felix. You can do better than that.”

He whines and closes his eyes again, his hips stuttering and moving faster, harder. He parts his lips to begin panting. Each breath is hot and heavy, you can barely hear your music over it. The heat from his exhales goes right through your shirt.

Further and further, he descends into a subspace.

“Good boy,” you praise and it goes straight to his head.

Felix gulps and moves his hands around to grip your ass a bit.

In a quick movement, you rip your leg away from his hips.

Felix cries out and his eyes fly open to look at you with astonishment.

“Did I say you could touch me like that?” you hiss down at him.

“No, ma’am.”

Your head cocks to the side and you stare for a few seconds. “I need to get back to work already. Take your cock out.”

His eyes widen and he hesitates, not used to hearing such filth tumble from your lips. You tighten your grip on his face.

“I’m waiting, Felix.”

He’s then fumbling with his pants trying to fulfill your wishes. He’s practically scrambling. Why isn’t the zipper fucking working? Come on, come on.

Meanwhile, you drop his face and pull your skirt up around your waist, revealing your black lace thong. While still fumbling with his own pants, Felix moans, staring at the beautiful sight in front of him. It sounds like it’s punched out of him.

Teasingly, you hook your thumbs around the elastic band and drag it down your legs slowly.

Another whine comes out from Felix’s throat. His tongue practically falls out of his mouth at the sight of your pussy, acting like a starved dog.

“Please,” he pants, not able to tear his eyes away from it. “Just a taste. Just one. Please, ma’am, please.”

Smirking, you lightly slap his cheek twice. “You get three licks, honey.”

He can’t get his mouth on you fast enough. Felix wraps his lips around your glistening folds and runs his tongue up through your juices, collecting whatever he could on his tongue.

You both moan at the same time at the sensation.

“One…” you moan out.

Another lick pulls another moan. “Two!”

After the third lick, he swirls his tongue around your clit, making your knees feel weak. “Fuck! Three!”

You roughly grab his hair and yank his mouth away from you. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes half lidded. It looks like you took a puppy away from its bowl.

His full lips glisten with your arousal.

“Sit back on the chair, hands to yourself.”

Felix reluctantly leans back in your chair, his cock at full mast and dripping with precum. His head is flushed red. He is painfully hard.

He rests both of his hands on the arm rests of the chair and keeps his lustful eyes on you.

A smirk pulls at your lips as you kick your panties off, heels staying on.

You turn around and grab Felix’s cock tightly. His hands tighten around the armrests with a gasp.

“Remember what I said, Felix. No touching.”

“Yes,” he pants.

“Say it, then.” you demand, hovering your pussy over his cock. You both can feel the heat of each other radiating off.

“No touchinggg—!” While he was talking you dropped down onto his length.

Both of you moan out loud, your head kicks back at the delicious stretch. God, it’s been too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid. This job takes everything from you.

You roll your hips a few times, getting adjusted. With each movement, Felix lets out a noise: a whine, a grunt, a moan, a whimper, everything in between. He’s singing a chorus of pleasure in your ear.

“We have to get a little closer to the desk, Felix.”

It takes every ounce of strength, but your voice comes out even and Felix clocks that it’s your professional voice. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

Slowly, he rolls the chair towards the desk and you immediately return to your work. You snap back to it so fast it makes Felix whimper again.

Your heat is wrapped around him in the fucking best way. There’s no way he’s alive right now. For months he’s touched himself thinking about what you looked like underneath all those professional clothes.

You’re always so uptight, what if you just let loose for once? What would it be like?

Your pussy clenched down on him and Felix whines, throwing his head back. Oh, this was going to be torture.

Just until you finish verifying the calculation, that’s what you said. As soon as you verify the numbers, then you would let him have you.

“You just need to behave.” You told him.

How is he supposed to behave when you’re so fucking tight and wet around him? He can feel each breath you take.

Besides the fact that you’re surrounding his cock, your naked thighs are right there on top of his. He wants to grab them so hard it’ll leave his fingerprints in your skin, maybe it’ll bruise in the shape of his handprint.

Felix can’t help his hips bucking at the thought.

You clench again and moan. “Felix,” you warn.

“S-Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, ma’am!”

Oh, you love that. You absolutely throb around him. Huh.

The soft hairs on the back of your neck tickle against his nose, he can still smell the lotion that he rubbed into your shoulders.

Felix is grabbing the armrests so tight his knuckles are turning white. His nails dig into the leather painfully.

He licks his lips nervously and he gets another taste of your arousal that was still on his skin. It makes his eyes roll back.

You adjust on his lap. The movement of your heat around him makes his head spin. The drag of your hot, soaking wet walls over his length is the most consuming feeling he’s ever felt.

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Stop moving.”

A small sheen of sweat breaks out on his forehead.

Why no touching? Why couldn’t he snake his hand around and up your blouse? He could cup your tit and pinch and pull your nipples until you’re clenching around him so tight that he could scream. He could lick all the way up your neck and pull your earlobe into his mouth while he listens to you panting his name.

Why can’t he touch you? God, he just wants to touch you.

Here he was, living out his wildest wet dream, and he couldn't feel your soft, supple skin underneath his fingers.

Why can’t he turn your head and consume your lips with his own? Shove his tongue down your throat and suck on yours like it’s a piece of candy.

He should’ve taken his pants off. This way he would’ve been able to feel your juices drip down and soak his thighs. You’re so fucking wet he thinks he might die.

Felix’s eyes travel to the desk. He could absolutely bend you over the top. He could pull your hair and make you scream. He could make you forget all about–

“Aha!” When you scream, he jumps in surprise. His hips buck up and your pussy clenches around him. You both moan.

“Did you get it?” he pants out. His voice sounds so much weaker than he wanted it to; he sounds like he just ran two miles.

“Yes! He used net earnings instead of gross in one formula! Oh I am going to kill him.”

Thank the fucking lord. You figured it out. You did it, can he please please please–

Felix must’ve started thrusting up into you before he could even register the movements. His mind is so cloudly with lust that he can barely think straight.

“Easy, Felix.” you whine out through moans. He can just tell you didn’t want him to stop either. “Let me just finalize the chart and then–”

Felix cries out and then slumps his head forward to rest between your shoulder blades. “Ma’am, please, I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, ma’am?”

You hum and roll your hips ever so slightly. Just this slight amount of movement drives Felix insane. He whimpers loudly and his legs begin to shake underneath you.

“You have been a good boy, Felix. Why don’t I give you a reward?”

“Please.”

“Why don’t you let those pretty little hands roam until I’m done?”

“Thank you!” he cries out with a hoarse voice.

Immediately, his hands fly to your thighs and he grips the flesh tightly. His nails dig into your skin and you cry out under your breath, your walls clamping down on him tightly.

“Can I use my mouth, ma’am? Please please please please–”

“Yesss…” you hissed at him.

Felix attaches his lips to your neck and begins to suck on the soft skin while his hands wander up your body.

One hand goes right under your shirt and pulls your bra down. Those magic fingers pinch your nipple.

Every reaction your body has envelopes him in the most amazing way. He can feel everything your body likes. He can feel how you like when he rubs around your nipple rather than pinching it. He can feel how much you love when he uses his thumb to play with your tit while his mouth bites at your neck and hit other hand teases your soaking wet folds.

“Felix…” you warn. It’s all empty, though. Your typing has completely stopped, work has been forgotten.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, ma’am.” He moans when you tighten. “Let me make you feel good, ma’am. Let me be such a good secretary.”

With the gentlest of touches, Felix plays with your clit. Just with that soft touch, your body spasms around him.

“I can make your body sing, ma’am. Let me be of service to you.”

Another gentle pinch of your nipple. It’s going straight to his head how he can feel how much you’re fighting him.

“Don’t you want to cum around my cock, ma’am?”

You break. “Please.” you whine out.

It’s enough for him.

Both of his arms tighten around your body, his feet plant firmly on the floor and he begins fucking up into you like his fucking life depends on it.

He turns into something of a fucking animal with how he’s rutting his cock into your sopping wet heat. He thrusts so hard and so fast, you think he might go through you.

His teeth bare for a moment from the exertion, but he bites down where your shoulder meets your neck.

Your head throws back onto his shoulder. Felix grabs your entire tit to anchor his hold, his thumb brushing over the nipple over and over, each one sends a ripple of pleasure through you.

His other hand rubs harder at your clit, you clamp even tighter over him. Both of you grunt and groan. There is no silence in your office; is the music even playing anymore?

You turn your head to look at him. “Kiss me, Felix.”

He captures your lips without a second thought. It all feels so fucking deliciously good. He sucks on your tongue just like he always wanted to.

Your mouths glide over one another sloppily, spit getting everywhere on your mouths.

With each thrust, each flick, each rub, your orgasm gets closer and closer.

Felix shifts his hips a bit and hits your g-spot so hard you cry out into his mouth, he swallows the noise.

“You’re so fucking tight, ma’am. I can feel you clenching so hard. You’re close, aren’t you?”

All you’re able to do is nod. He’s stimulating you so much that you can’t find your voice.

“Fuck!” he cries out, “Fuck fuck, give it to me, please. Please cum for me, ma’am.” His voice is so low, it's so hoarse from arousal.

A particularly hard thrust launches you over the edge, your orgasm seizes every inch of your body. Felix keeps going, fucking you right through your orgasm.

Deep, guttural moans come from his chest as your body begins to shake in overstimulation. His thrusts grow sloppy and uncoordinated as he gets closer to his own peak.

“Cumming, cumming, cumming!” he shouts and bites your neck again.

Felix spills within you, his hips sputter and he continues to talk through it.

“So good, fuck, thank you, thank you. So fucking good, fuck, oh my god.”

The room begins to settle, both of your pants becoming softer than the music. Felix holds you close to his chest still, not letting you go.

Your eyes flicker to your desktop.

“... I’m only halfway done. Your cock isn’t going anywhere.”

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neowinestainedress · 6 months ago

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IM BEGGING ABT SUB!JISUNG WHO IS VERY PASSIVE AND RECEPTIVE PLEASEEE 😭😭😭

w!: femdom, orgasm control/denial, pegging, overstimulation, dom!reader, sub!jisung. no use of y/n, no physical description (no body type, hair, skin color etc)

a/n: if last year someone told me that my first writing post of 2024 would've been a jisung “drabble” i would've laughed at their face but here we are. i'm struggling to write lately so PLEASE please if you liked it let me know and reblog so more people can read it. enjoy!

Jisung would do anything for you. Or, well, to be more accurate, he would do anything to please you.

You can’t name what you two share; if you did, you’d probably call it a tangle of messy bedsheets, wet lip kisses, and whispered moans. But there is something holding you two together.

“Please, please, you can’t,” he stutters through gritted teeth. His head is rolled back, resting against the bedframe, damp hair sticks to his handsome face that’s tinted a bright red, and his hips jerk uncontrollably against your hand.

“I can’t, what? Jisung,” you reply with a slight stern edge in your voice. Your hand stops at the base of his throbbing dick, leaking a copious amount of pre-cum, rolling down his length until it meets your palm.

“No-nothing, I’m – I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he mumbles shaking his head.

“Good,” you smile smugly. “Cause you don’t make the rules here, I do.”

“Yes, yes, you do,” he hums closing his eyes as he tries to concentrate on his breathing.

“And I don’t see why I should let you come so soon when you look so pretty for me,” you tease and notice how he almost glares at you before he quickly turns his disappointment into a frown.

So soon.

You’ve been edging him for at least 30 minutes; chasing his build-up just to crash it, ruining every chance of an orgasm right in front of his face, the promise of being pegged slipping more and more away.

It’s not a punishment. You know it, and he knows it, too. He loves this. He loves when you’re all over him, your soft left hand crazing his skin while the right one moves with quick motions on his hard dick. Your lips leaving kisses like brushes of a feather on his sensible neck. The strong tug of your fingers in his black, long hair, making him hiss.

And you love this, too. Jisung reacts perfectly at each snap of your finger. He’s so delicate as soon as you enter your private bubble and leave the world outside, crumbling at your feet like a sandcastle. His clothes are quickly on the floor as he lets you guide you to the bed where he lets you do anything you please. And all it takes to make him fall apart is you touching him. Your hands on his burning skin set him on fire, and elicit raspy begs for “more” following calls of your name as his pleading eyes look into yours.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” You will never get tired of reminding him that when his eyes light up at each compliment. “My pretty boy.”

“Yeah, yours,” he replies, voice slurred. You’re sure by the end of the night it will be completely hoarse.

He’s doing everything he can to hold the nth orgasm in. He hates to fail, especially with you. He has to keep it together. But you’re not doing anything to help him.

You lean over, pressing your arms together, pushing your boobs closer, the soft curves bulging out of your skin-tight top. Jisung wants to die. He needs to touch you, but you don’t let him, not now. It’s your turn to have fun, he’s just a toy in your hands right now, he has to watch and take. But he can’t endure it any longer.

“You’re making a mess, babe,” you pout, looking between his legs. “I can’t let you come or else you’ll make even worse.”

“No, no, please, I – I won’t, it’s too much,” he cries out.

“Okay, then,” you say. You watch his eyes light up, a sigh of relief bolt over his face, just for it to drop as soon as your hand leaves his body. His eyes panic, he doesn’t even dare to look down to confirm your hand is not there anymore. You’ve done it again.

“No, please,” Jisung whines. This time he can’t hide his annoyance.

“I thought you wanted my dick,” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“Yes but,” he almost sobs, “that will make me come as soon as… you know…” he whispers, too shy to say it loud, looking away.

“Mhh, no, I fear I don’t know.”

“God, why are you like this?”

“Excuse me?” You scold.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but… I, I need to come. You’ve edged me for so long, I will… I will come as soon as you enter me if I don’t, and you won’t let me come that easily.”

This is not a punishment. So, yes, he has a point. You do have a lot of fun doing this, watching him struggle to keep it together as you fuck into him. However, today is not the day.

Without adding a word, your hand is back around his dick, moving up and down quickly. The sudden movement makes him gasp and he has to contain himself to don’t squeal in exactment.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he mumbles before the only things coming out of his mouth are moans. His hips buckle against you, desperately chasing the long awaited high.

“Come on, let go,” you order, and before his brain can even register the sound, he comes undone in your hands. White cum spurts over your hand, arms and his abs, making a mess like predicted, but you don’t stop, milking him until there’s nothing left behind and he has to beg you to stop.

“Good boy,” you praise, stopping your movements before leaning close. “Calm down, you did great.” Your words make him smile, but he still leans in for a kiss. “You can touch me,” you mumble in the kiss when you notice his hesitating hands lingering close to your body, and you don’t need to repeat yourself.

Jisung pulls you closer, kneading the skin of your hips, long fingers pressing into your skin. He’s a bit aggressive sometimes without noticing, his eagerness makes him clumsy, but you don’t care, that’s another thing you like about him.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” You ask when you pull away, reaching for the bedside table to grab a napkin and clean yourself.

“Yes, please, I wanted you all day, you’ve been driving me crazy,” he says, getting ready to lay on his back.

He didn’t lie, you did tease him all day long. You were quite surprised you made it home and didn’t end up doing it in the car.

His hungry eyes burn on you as you undress and slip in the strap-on. It makes you feel so powerful as you stare down at his bare figure, laying powerless on the mattress.

“You’re so hot,” Jisung whispers, face catching fire as soon as you look at him and smile. He’s so shy and embarrassed; your favorite type to mess with.

When your lube-covered fingers slip into his tight hole, his head rolls back as he traps his lower lip between his teeth to not let out pathetic moans.

“Is this all you need? My fingers?”

“You’re good,” he stutters. “You’re too good.”

You grin. You know you are.

As you get him ready to take your dick, you let your fingers slide deep inside and curl up just as he likes it, slow and nice, to let him feel everything.

You get drunk in his low moans, muffled by the arm he put on top of his mouth to don’t sound so desperate, and the way his dick is hardening again, slowly throbbing on his defined abs.

“You think you’re ready for me?”

Jisung nods enthusiastically. “Yes, I always am. Please, fuck me,” he begs, hands reaching out to touch you.

“If you say so,” you smile, pulling your fingers out of him, making him groan in disappointment.

You pour a generous amount of lube on your strap and push it against his entrance. One hand runs under the back of his thigh to pull him closer as the other grabs the base of the dildo to start pushing into him.

As you slide inside, your eyes don’t leave his. Your heart races as you watch him fight to keep his eyes open (you want him to look at you when you do this) but he succeed, cause he’s just too good.

“Touch me,” you order when you bottom in. He’s tired, completely consumed by lust, but he listens without wasting a second. His hands cup your boobs, starting to pleasure you as you slowly move out of him. He knows how much you love his hands, and he does all the tricks he knows you love; playing with your nipples, squeezing them, cupping the soft flesh. “Good boy,” you praise.

But it’s hard to be so good when you pick up a steady rhythm.

“You’re big,” he cries out as his head rolls back and his lips part to let out louder moans.

“But you can take me, can’t you?” You tease, but behind your words hides genuine concern. He has this habit of rushing into things because he’s greedy.

“Yes, yes, I can do anything for you,” he replies, nodding swiftly.

“Good,” you hum. When you lean closer to kiss him, his hands wrap around your shoulders to pull you closer. His hips roll against you, messily trying to meet you halfway, and before you realize, his legs wrap around your body.

“Somebody’s more eager than usual today,” you grin, brushing his wet black hair behind.

“I’m – I’m sorry, I want you so bad.”

“I’m right here,” you assure, kissing his cheek. “Do you want it harder?”

Words struggle to come out and the only thing he can do is nod quickly. You straighten your back and then your hands grab his waist to pull him closer to you. The new position allows you to fuck faster into him, the harsh slam of your hips against his soft legs creating the vulgar sounds of skin loudly resonating in the room.

“Please,��please,” he moans, his voice so deep and hoarse it hits you straight to the core. “Wanna come, please, please, I’ll be good.”

You quirk a brow. “Will you?”

“Yes,” he nods enthusiastically. “I’ll take another one, I’ll take – I’ll take everything you have to give me, but please, let me come,” he begs. His eyes stare into yours, and your heart skips a bit at his clumped wet lashes, tears are pooled at the corner and you know with this orgasm they will flow like rivers on his cheeks.

“Fine, you can come,” you say. Your hands clench harder around his waist, causing his skin to redden, but he barely feels it, too concentrated on the pleasure your fast thrusts are giving him. You don’t even need to touch his dick before he comes undone for the second time, shaking uncontrollably in your hands as the cum covers his lower abdomen.

But this time you don’t slow down when he’s done, your movements are steady and leave him breathless.

“Fuck,” he screams, fingers desperately reaching for you, and one of your hands intertwines with his fingers. But the soft gesture doesn’t match the ruthlessness of your movements.

“You’re a mess,” you point out, kissing him. The tears are streaming down his face, his lips are plump from the torture he applied with his teeth, his hair is a mess, and his chest is rising fast.

“But – but you like me,” he struggles to say, “you still like me, right? Please, tell me —fuck— tell me you still like me.”

You smile, caressing his burning cheek. “Of course, I do. You’re my beautiful mess, right?”

“Yes, yeah, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m only —mmph— only yours,” he mutters.

“Yeah, mine,” you say, cupping his face before pulling him into a deep, long kiss.

Jisung’s hands run on your back, his short nails scratch your skin but you don’t mind, instead, you start moving even faster, pushing him close to the edge again.

“Not again,” he cries, pleading eyes looking up at you.

“You promised,” you remind him.

He sniffles, trying to clean up the mess on his face with the palm of his hand but only makes it worse. “But – but it’s too much, I can’t last long– longer.”

“We better make it quick, then.”

His eyes light up. “Wa-wait, I can – I can come again?”

You nod.

“Ca-can you help – help me?”

“Nope, no hands, babe. Don’t act like it’s hard for you.”

“But –”

Your stern gaze stops him in his tracks, and he simply nods. His eyes widen when you start teasing his nipples, and you both know it’s going to be even easier for him to come this time. And as expected in a few seconds he’s making a mess again. His moans are so messy and loud you’re surprised the neighbor didn’t come knock on your door yet.

“Fuck, fuck, God,” he cries loudly, hiding his face with the pillow that he’s holding so tight his knuckles are going white. “Please, please, I – I, fuck, fuck.” His words are an incoherent mess, and more and more strings of white lay where the others are dried up by now. “Too much, too much, ma’am, can’t, no more.”

You slow down while your hands caress his waist to soothe him, but his breathing is still frenetic and mumbles are coming out of his mouth.

“You did great, you did such a good job,” you whisper, moving the corner of the pillow out of his face, forcing him to let go, and caressing his burning face. “Let me kiss you.”

After the kiss you slip out of him completely and the emptiness makes him whine loudly. Once you’re out of the strap, you reach him with a glass of water and watch as he gulps it quickly.

“Color?” You ask. You still haven’t come, and you need it. But he has already done so much you don’t want to push him over the edge.

He slumps back on the bed, and you’re ready to hear a “red” but he surprises you. “Green, but I – I need just a few seconds to calm down. You’re too – too good at this,” he chuckles, blushing bright red.

You smile, caressing his face. “You can use your fingers if you’re too stimulated.”

He shakes his head. “No, I – I want you to feel you, please.”

You chuckle at how he’s already in that mood again, ready to beg and do anything to make you feel good and make you proud of him.

“Are you ready?” You ask as you straddle his lap.

Jisung gulps and then nods, letting his hands rest on your hips. “I just – I can’t promise I’ll last long.”

“It’s alright. Touch yourself, get yourself hard for me.”

His right hand leaves your side to wrap around his soft dick, and as soon as his fingers come in contact with his skin he jerks up. He’s so fucking sensitive. And he knows he might’ve flown too close to the sun, but he doesn’t want to back down.

He rarely gets to be inside of you, and he loves it, especially when he’s so stimulated. Will he turn into a mess in two seconds again? Yes. Does he care? No.

“Go slowly,” you say, watching as his big hand slides up and down his length. His long fingers shake every time he comes close to the sensitive tip and a strangled moan gets trapped in his throat.

“Do – do you like this? Am I being good for you?” He asks with a shaking voice, eyes desperately seeking your validation.

You nod. “So good. Just a few more, babe.”

He hums, swallowing again as he tries to fight himself to not get close to another orgasm. But you’re not cruel, you just need him to get hard again.

“Enough,” you order, making him stop immediately. His hand goes back on your body and his hard dick throbs against his abs. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, I am, please, fuck me,” Jisung begs, grinding his hips against you.

You snicker, shaking your head. “So greedy. After everything we did, you still want more.”

“Yes, I need you. And I – I want you to feel good.”

You need that too. Seeing him fall apart on your strap got you weak in your knees, and now you need to come. You know you won’t last long either when you’ve been on the edge all night.

When you slide on top of him, his hips buck up, making you choke on a moan. “Jisung,” you scold.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “Please, use me.”

And you do. You start to move up and down, feeling him fill you up, reaching so deep inside of you.

“Touch me,” you order. “You know how I like it.”

Jisung is lost in his haze, the afterglow of before mixing with the lust of this moment is getting completely in his head and this simple task seems impossible, but he always gives you what you want and ask for.

So, even if not so quickly, his fingers reach your clit. When he starts rubbing it in swift circles, you see stars, and you know it won’t take long to fall apart.

“You’re so wet, and feel so – so good,” he cries out. The way you squeeze around him is driving him insane, stimulating him like never before. “I need you, can you – can you kiss me? I won’t – I won’t stop I promise.”

You don’t reply, and simply lean in to give him what he wants. His movements stop for a brief second but restart shortly after. Your moans blend in the kiss as your hand reaches his hair to tug on it, earning a low grunt from him.

“You like it when I treat you roughly, don’t you?” You pull away just enough to get a glimpse of his face before tugging again, watching as his lips part to set free an even deeper moan.

“Ye-yes, you can – you can do whatever you want with me,” he mumbles.

“I know, honey, I know,” you grin before kissing him again. This time it’s rough and desperate, taking his breath away.

When you pull away to have more room to move on top of him, your hand places on his chest before running up to reach his neck. Your thumb runs over his neck, caressing his adam’s apple as it bobs in his throat. He reached the limit. He’s holding on to make you feel good but you can see he’s pushing himself for you. There’s nothing in his eyes, just lust and need to release. His moans are loud and incoherent, and his hips pathetically try to meet you halfway. And when your hand wraps around his neck, he loses it.

“Mhh, please, please,” he starts begging, his words sounding even more embarrassing muffled by your hand restricting the flow of air in his lung. The hand that is not working on you clenches hard around your waist, his nails leaving marks on your skin. “Need you, please.”

“I’m right here.”

Jisung cries, shaking his head. “Need you to – to come. Please, come with me. I’m – I’m good, right? You – you are close.”

“You think so?” You tease.

And he almost starts sobbing. “Yeah,” he cries in a snarl. “I know I – I make you feel good. I’m good for you, I know I am, please, tell me I’m – I’m your good toy.”

You’d love to play with him more, but he’s at his breaking point, and even if all of this is playful you can see he’s far too deep in subspace and any degrading word might hit him too close.

“You are,” you whisper, letting go of his neck to kiss him. “You’re my good boy. And since you’re my good boy —fuck— you will come with me, right?”

“Yes, yes, I – I will, please, yes, yes,” he replies, reaching for your lips again.

“Come with me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you so – so much,” he mumbles breathlessly, words mixing with groans and whimpers as both of your orgasm break through. Your movements falter as the pleasure gets to your head and you finally let go of the built-up pressure, but you still ride him until you make sure you’re both done.

And when you’re sure there’s nothing more to take and give, you collapse on his body.

“Stay,” Jisung murmurs, wrapping his arms around your back when you try to roll to the side. “Please, stay,” his voice shakes, and a sob rolls from his tongue.

“Jisung?” You ask worriedly, lifting your head to look at him.

“I’m fine, I just…” he sniffles, “I… I want to feel you, and…cuddle some more.”

You smile, letting out a sigh of relief. “Can I at least slip out of you?”

He nods, and you slowly get off him. “You have cum everywhere, can I clean you up?”

“No. I mean, yes, but not now, can we… can we just cuddle? I need you.”

He’s still into his subspace and you won’t pull him out of there. You know he will fall asleep in that mess, but you can take care of that later.

“Come here, rest your head against my chest,” you say, laying at his side, opening your arms so he can cuddle between them. “Is this alright?”

“Perfect,” he mutters, nuzzling against your bare chest. “You smell good.”

“Well, thanks, but I’d say I smell like sex.”

“Mhh,” he whispers. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“It’s nothing, I have fun with you, and I like you.”

He hums, and then some seconds of silence follow before the loudest thing he can say slips from his lips. “I love you.”

You still, body stiffening, and look down. “You… what?”

“I think I love you,” he replies nonchalantly, voice muffled by your chest.

You can’t find the words to reply and, in your heart, you don’t know. “I don’t… I don’t know how to react. I think you’re confused.”

You feel him shake his head, and you wonder how conscious he is.

“I think we should… mhh, maybe talk about this tomorrow,” you say, trying to keep it cool, but you know he can feel your heart beating an abnormal amount inside your rib.

“Fine,” he whispers, holding you closer. “Just don’t leave.”

You gulp and look down. And as you watch Jisung’s body relax as he succumbs to sleep; his long lashes sitting on his rosy cheeks, his long hair framing his handsome face, his plump lips slightly parted puffing hair, you think to yourself you’re screwed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave.”

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shixcherie · 13 days ago

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I Really Like Your Body | Choi San ☆

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☆ Day 22 : Dry Humping

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A private gym room, an irresistibly handsome personal trainer San with his unsatible hunger to take you right then and there and a promise to show you the heights of ecstasy. Will you surrender to the temptation ?

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, Suggestive, Personal Trainer Au, Non idol Au. ☆Pairing : Personal Trainer! San x F! Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, Pure smut (18+), a lil bit of plot, mentions of weight gain, eating disorder and stress around gaining weight, angsty encounters in the gym, mild public sex ( its a gym! so ofc), neck kisses, nipple play, dry humping, suggestive, praise, pet names (our kitten San calling you kitten), unprotected sex ( be careful ppl).

NOTE : Heyaa loves, Day 22 story is here. Also I am Grinding hard to catchup as my exams had a chokehold on me so please show some love for this fic. Hope you enjoy the heck outta it ma chéries.

“Oh my god, babe, I'm so stressed!” you screamed, standing in front of the mirror as your eyes scanned your body.

“It’s just a teeny tiny bit of weight, hun. It’s not even that noticeable. You’re all good.” your best friend Yeji assured you, lying on the bed.

“And it’s not like the big event is gonna get canceled if you show up a little healthy, right?” Ryujin added, sounding a bit irritated after listening to you complain for over an hour about the small amount of weight you’d put on.

To be fair, Ryujin was right, the event wasn’t going to get canceled over this. But for you, it was a huge day, one where you wanted to look your absolute best. After all, it’s not every day that your whole family of 30, including distant relatives and cousins, comes together for such a big celebration. And that didn’t even include the friends who’d be there.

“If you’re really that worried, I can ask my cousin Hyunjin to hook you up with a personal trainer.” Yeji said, giving you a reassuring back hug and pulling you away from the mirror to stop you from stressing over your body.

“Yeah… I mean, you look absolutely adorable as you are, and you’re gonna crush that event, no doubt.” Ryujin added, giving your cheeks a playful squeeze. “But bitch! go ahead if that’s the only way you’ll stop whining my ears off!”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll go the personal trainer route… I really need it.” you replied. You loved your best friends for always having your back, supporting you through everything, and of course calling you out when you needed it.

“But for now, I’m famished. Let’s go get some tteokbokki!” Ryujin yelled, throwing her hands in the air as Yeji dragged you out the door, not giving you a chance to resist.

As promised, Hyunjin hooked you up with a personal trainer he’d worked with in the past. The trainer was supposed to meet you at your gym, Equinox, about ten minutes ago. Looks like he’s running a bit late.

A light tap on your shoulder brings you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see a tall, muscular man standing in front of you with a kittenish smile.

“Miss Y/n ?” he asks, a bit of hesitation in his eyes, as if making sure he’s got the right person.

“Yeah… umm… are you San ?” you say, standing up. He nods and gives a smile. A very cute smile.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’ll be your personal trainer at your service ma’am… but I don’t see why you need a trainer. You seem perfectly in shape.” San says, extending his hand. You take it, smiling back.

“Nice to meet you too, San. It’s a long story, and you bet I’m gonna tell you, but for now, can we just jump into some light workouts ? I really need to get these thoughts out of my head.” you reply, trying to push the conversation along.

“Sure, we can.” With that, San guides you to the cardio machine for a warm-up, listening as you fill him in on everything from the big event coming up to your worries about gaining weight, and your past struggles with an eating disorder. San listens patiently, dropping small affirmations about body positivity here and there. Finally, he comes up with a tailored diet plan and workout schedule to help you manage your situation.

Still, he can’t help but wonder what this big event could be that has his beautiful, perfectly healthy client worrying so much.

The next day, San shows up at the gym with your diet plan and workout schedule. You scan the document he has handed you, and while you can definitely work with this diet despite your hectic schedule as the marketing head for your dad’s company, the weights in the workout schedule haunt you.

“Why do I have to lift weights, Saaannnnn?” you whine, pouting. As a child, you had a small accident with weights, which left you scarred for life.

“That’s the fastest way to get in shape,” San explains. “Given your body type and the time crunch we’re under… weights are the way to go, combined with all the other exercises.” He pauses, trying to reason with you and then adds, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you through it all.” as his warm hand gently caresses your back for reassurance.

As days pass, you settle into the routine San has planned for you. Starting your day with a healthy breakfast, accompanied by a big smoothie on your way to work, followed by a nutritious lunch and an afternoon walk, quickly becomes your routine. In the evening, after work, you’d meet San at the gym, where he would meticulously guide you through each workout, pushing you a little more every day and making sure you didn’t give up.

You warmed up to him easily, sharing childhood stories, pranks you’d both pulled on classmates, and tales of failed love affairs. You both talked about almost everything, connecting on a deeper level. You loved going to the gym, eagerly waiting for the clock to hit 7 p.m. so you could share your work stories with him.

San enjoyed your company too. He loved talking with you during each session which felt more like hanging out than working out. He adored how you pouted at the slightest discomfort, how your brows would scrunch as you lifted heavy weights, and how the sweat dripping down your body gave you an almost goddess-like glow. He loved how your workout set hugged your figure in all the right places, accentuating your beautiful curves. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way your chest filled out that tight Gymshark sports bra or the way his body responded each time you squatted, sending a hot thrill through him going straight down to his cock as his mind wandered to the filthiest fantasies of taking you right there against the weight machine.

Wow, wow, wow. What the hell am I thinking? She’s a client. Just a client, and I shouldn’t be thinking such filthy things about her. San pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he focused on you, holding you firmly in place as you did your sit-ups.

“Perfect! That’s 50! Now let’s do 20 more. San encouraged, smiling at you for hitting your goal and gently pushing you to do more.

“San! I’ll die if I do even one more sit-up.” you whined, giving him that cute pouty face that haunted him in the wet dreams he’d started having after meeting you.

“Just 20 more. Come on Y/n, you can do this. Just think of the big event, where everyone will be admiring your beautiful figure as you pass by them. And that’s only possible if you put in the hard work now.” he insisted, tapping your feet lightly to keep you going. With his hands locked so firmly on your legs, running away wasn’t an option, so you continued.

“Sixty-eight…sixty-nine… Just one more San, and I’m done.” You could see the cheeky grin on his face. You lowered yourself once more, then rose up for the final rep. “Seven-ty..” you managed to say, just as your lips accidentally brushed against San’s. You both froze, realizing how close your faces were. You could feel his breath fanning your face, and you waited for him to pull away. His eyes met yours, and what you saw in them told you he wasn’t planning to move back.

This isn’t right. He’s your trainer,your conscience warned, and you quickly pulled back, gulping and blinking the heat away. San’s hands remained firmly on your feet as he looked at you, his expression giving nothing away.

“L-Let’s get started with the ne-next one.” you stammered, and he nodded as you walked over to the cardio machine, trying to banish any dirty thoughts from your mind with San following close behind.

While you followed your usual routine on the treadmill, you could feel the tension thickening in the room. Your normally chatty trainer was unusually silent, his grip tightening around the machine bars as his eyes wandered from your head to toe. The way his gaze scanned your body made you feel hot all over again, so you tried to get him to speak to break the heavy silence that had fallen between you.

“How was your day, San ?” you asked, trying to stay composed given you still had an hour left on the schedule.

“Good.” he replied in a monotone voice, avoiding your eyes.

“Is that neighbor of yours still causing some ruckus ?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation open-ended, but his one-word answers were starting to annoy you.

“No.”

“How’s your mom ?”

“Good.”

“And your dog ?”

“Good.”

“Should we stop this ?”

“No— I mean, yes.” He finally replied, snapping back to reality as you both moved to the next workout. The most daunting one of all. The weights. Normally, San would guide you with his usual bubbly tone, easing you through each lift but today felt especially intimidating and with San's silent demeanor, you were not looking much forward to lifting.

Taking a deep breath, you moved to the weights. Getting into the right form, you lifted the heavy bar onto your shoulders and took your first squat. San stood close by... he usually stayed close to help when you struggled, but today he was a tiny bit extra close. As you stood up from the squat, your ass brushed against his crotch and you could feel his hardening member against you, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Setting the weight back on the stand, you finally spoke, “San, I think we should stop... I’mgonna go home. Not really feeling well.” you said, turning to leave.

“Y/n, wait... umm… we’re not done. Let’s finish the weights.” he urged, following you as you packed your bag on the couch.

“I… I’m not really feeling well, San… umm…” you tried to excuse your way out of the situation, but he pressed on.

“I’m sorry… are you leaving because of me ?” he asked, stepping closer, leaving only inches between you. His hands slowly snaked around your waist as your eyes locked with his.

“Yes… I mean, no! I— we shouldn’t do this.” you stammered, your voice low though his grip tightened around your waist, making it clear he wasn’t letting go. You tried to speak again, squirming slightly in his hold. “San… I-I… We..we—” but he cut you off, his lips hovering close to yours as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his inviting mouth.

“Please…” he murmured, brushing his soft lips against the corner of your mouth. “...stay.”

That was it. It was as if a switch flipped in your mind, and you captured his lips, urgency and hunger taking over you. He matched your passion as his hand cradling the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Your hands gripped his arms, feeling the strength as he deepened the kiss, each movement full of supressed hunger. His lips were warm and soft moving with a rhythm that sent your heart racing. You tugged at his hair, feeling him groan softly against your lips before he drew you in deeper, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you close.

His tongue teased the curve of your bottom lip coaxing a moan as you opened for him. He explored slowly, savoring each second, his fingers trailing up your spine to hold you steady while his touch ignited sparks that tingled through every nerve. Just as breathless as you, he paused with his forehead resting against yours, eyes dark with longing. His thumb brushed your cheek as he murmured, “I didn’t plan this... but I don’t want to stop. Ask me to stop and I’ll end it all at once.”

Still breathless from the steamy kiss, you looked up meeting his intense, feline-like eyes where a glint of mischief danced. Running purely on impulse and adrenaline, you pulled him toward the couch. A silent and inviting yes to his question as his kitten smile you admired so much reappeared on his face.

Gently lying on the couch, San hovered over you, capturing your lips once more. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Moans and heavy breaths filled the private gym room. Thank God it was private, you thought, relieved that no one could walk in on the two of you doing this.

Breaking the kiss, San whispered in your ear, his hot breath tingling the skin nearby, “Loving this, kitten ?” You managed a soft “yes” as your mind slowly turned to mush with the delicious friction from his clothed cock rubbing against your own clothed core, a tight knot of need building in your stomach as your toes curled from the sensation.

His lips found your neck, biting and kissing the delicate skin while he kept up that maddening rhythm. Your pretty moans filled the room as you felt a release approaching. His hands found your chest as he pulled your right breast free from your bra. He latched his mouth onto it, and his movements intensified as he dry humped against you. “Ahhh…San…damn! Keep going.” you begged, tugging his hair and urging him on.

The overwhelming sensation of his mouth sucking your breast, his cock rubbing you to the edge, and on top of all this, his fingers pushing into your mouth to quiet your moans all combined, drove you wild. You took control, gripping his hand and swirling your tongue around his fingers, enjoying the taste of him. “I really like your body, kitten. So hot and beautiful.” he murmured while sucking on your nipple, occasionally nipping at it. “Saaannn…more.” you whined, craving every bit of his attention and he knew just how and when to give it to you.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he settled between your legs, parting them to take in the wet mess you had made. The fabric of your shorts was soaked, covered in your slickness as he dragged two fingers over your clothed core. “San…please…” you begged, urgency thick in your voice as you ached to feel him fully.

In one smooth motion, he slipped off your gym shorts, greeted by the sight of your dripping, glistening core. Leaning down, he took a quick lick, savoring the taste of you which only made his mouth water for more as his hard member ached, desperate to feel your warmth. He quickly freed himself from his pants, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Ready for me…kitten ? You have no idea how much I’ve wanted thi.,” he said, flashing his signature kitten smile. Ironic, considering it was what he called you, his kitten. He pushed into you slowly, steadily, stretching your walls as you savored the sensation of his girthy length. A groan slipped from his lips as he bottomed out, then he suddenly paused, remembering, “Kitten…we forgot protection.” You reassured him you were on birth control and he was safe to continue.

With nothing holding him back, he thrust deeply, drawing a sharp gasp from you as waves of pleasure made your vision blur. His pace quickened, each movement more intense as though he was savoring every reaction he drew from you. Each deep thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you clung to him, breathless, every moan escaping your lips encouraging him more and more.

Your body tightened feeling almost there, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Just when you felt you couldn’t hold back, you whispered for him to go faster. He did, matching your need, his fast pace pushing you over the edge. In moments, cummed around him, completely emptifying yourself on his hard cock as your cries filled the room while you surrendered to the sensation.

San slowed, his breathing heavy as he pulled out, his release spilling warmly onto your stomach. You both collapsed together, tangled and breathless.Your hearts raced as you both basked in the afterglow. For a moment, you simply lay there, savoring this quiet, shared moment, the workout you planned replaced by this unforgettable connection and intense make out session.

After catching your breath, you both shared a sweet smile before deciding it was time to clean up. A quick shower helped wash away the intensity of the moment, and soon you were both refreshed, stepping out of the gym side by side. As you gathered your things, San glanced over, a small hope flickering in his chest.

“Hey, Y/n….” he began, voice soft, “I had a really good time. Maybe—”

But his words were interrupted as a sleek BMW pulled up in front of the gym. Your face lit up instantly, and you jogged over, waving. The driver stepped out, and San’s heart sank as he watched you wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Turning back towards San, you smiled and gestured to the man beside you.

“Oh! San, this is Seungcheol.” you said brightly. “My fiancé. We’re getting married soon. That’s the ‘big event’ I was stressed about.”

San’s face faltered for just a split second before he recovered, offering a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Seungcheol.” he said, extending a hand.

Seungcheol shook it warmly. “You too, San. Thanks for looking out for her here.”

San nodded, managing a quiet, “Of course.” He watched you climb into the car, feeling that brief spark of hope dim as Seungcheol held the door open for you with a proud smile. As the car pulled away, San stood alone, the cool evening air settling around him, and he let out a soft sigh, his smile bittersweet as he turns back toward the gym.

Why had he even hoped for something to happen between the two of you?

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 8 months ago

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Must you be so cruel?

Cardan Greenbriar x fae!princess!reader

a/n: this concept was most requested so here you are. warnings: swearing, no smut (unless y’all want a part 2 with some😏lmk), not proofread I have like six more to write

As your steads stop for water, your mother approaches you.

“We are almost there.” She grins excitedly.

you roll your eyes as you fix your riding skirt.

“yay.” You say, unenthusiastically. Your mother had arranged a ball with the High Court, you suspected she was trying to marry your older sister off to one of the princes. But you dreaded seeing a particular prince with a stupid rat tail.

“Don’t take an attitude with me, y/n” your mother warned, “we need to be on our best behavior. We mustn’t insult the High King or Queen.”

Your mother made you changed once you made it to the Palace. Your dress was black as to not outshine your sisters. As you walked into the Throne room, you spotted the king and queen but no sign of that dreaded prince.

You make your way to the King and bow as your parents exchange pleasantries.

After your mother turns to you “Go grab your sister some wine.”

“Why? She has legs.” You said as you smooth down the ruffles of your skirt.

“She is talking to Prince Dain. I will not interfere with the makings of an engagement.” Your mother said sternly.

you sigh, “yes ma’am.”

As you make your way to the banquet table, you look around at the folk dancing. Trying to shield your eyes from the naked folk, you grab a glass and have a servant fill it with wine.

You look back and see your sister dancing with Prince Dain, and you smile to yourself. Even though your mother made you come here and has been driving you crazy, it’s nice to see your sister radiant smile light up the dance floor.

The glass being rather useless now that she’s dancing, you start to down the drink when someone clears there throat.

“It’s unlady like to chug wine 30 minutes into a ball.” Nicasia said sharply. “You filthy half breed.”

you turn dreading facing her. When you look, she’s wearing a body hugging blue dress and a face of pure disgust.

“Mermaid style dress? That’s a bit on the nose isn’t it?” You say continuing to sip from your glass.

“Why are you even here?” She spits, seemingly losing her patience even though she approached you.

“She was invited unfortunately.” A voice behind you called.

You freeze. God damn it. You turn around to find Cardan’s gold rimmed eyes staring back at yours.

“Cardan.” You acknowledge, turning back to watch your sister.

“Y/n. Is your mother trying to push your boring sister onto my brother?” He asked as Nicasia laughs moving to link arms with him.

“Must you be so cruel?” You ask, annoyed.

“Only to you.” He replied.

“I’m not completely sure of my mother’s intentions, I haven’t asked.” You say, finishing your glass. “Afraid of your reputation if you become related to a half mortal?” You ask, motioning for a servant to get you another glass.

“I’d be disgusted to be related to you.” He says as Nicasia laughs.

A grin spreads across you face as an idea comes to your head.

“Why?” You ask with an innocent grin.

“must there be a reason? That’s a reason enough.” He replied.

“Yes, I’m curious. Why would you be disgusted to be related to me?” You ask.

“Most far find the existence of half bloods disgusting.” He said brushing if off

“Yes most of the folk. What about you though? What’s your real reason for not wanting to be related to me?” You smirk.

His smirk momentarily drops before regaining his composure.

“My opinion of you.” He says before grabbing Nicasia’s hand and pulling her to dance. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving.”

you laugh to yourself as a servant puts the wine glass back in your hand.

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Later that night as the ball is winding down, your Mother asks you to retrieve your sister.

You look around the dance floor to no avail, no sign of her.

Walking out of the hall, you make your way into hallway. Looking around and opening seemingly endless doors, grew tiresome.

As you give up and walk back to the banquet hall, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Your boring sister is in my brothers room.” A drunken voice called.

turning to see Cardan with the gold juice of fae fruit smeared on his lips while the smell of wine on his mouth. He looks at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before.

“Oh.” You say, realizing you’ll have to explain to your mother that your sister is spending the night with the prince. But then you realize Cardan has not moved his hand from your shoulder.

Quickly pushing his hand off you, he stumbles grabbing ahold of your arm to stabilize himself.

“Cardan how much have you had to drink?” You asked annoyed.

“I lost count after 12 glasses.” He said as he focused back on your face. “And why’d you have to shove me?” He whined.

“Oh you’re such a baby.” You say, using your arm to support him as you guide him to walk.

“Where are we going?” He asked leaning on you.

“Your room, you need to be put to bed before you hurt yourself.” You say dragging him through the corridor.

“But I left my wine goblet.” He says trying to pull you back to the alcove he emerged from.

“If you go back for it, I’ll leave you there and you can pass out on the floor for all I care.” You say letting go of him.

“Fine.” He huffs.

As you reach his room you open the door and close it behind you. You push him onto the bed and he laughs looking up at you.

“That’s not how I imaged it.” He laughs, eyes glazed over.

“Imagined what?” You asked as you move to leave.

“You pushing me onto the bed.” He replied as if it was common knowledge.

You mule over the words in your head. He seems more honest when drunk. Before you can stop yourself, you find your self asking.

“Why would you hate it if we were related?”

“My thoughts of you would be considered inappropriate. The thoughts I don’t want to have.” He relied his eyes getting droopy.

“What do you think about me?” You ask.

“The thought of you in my arms.” He said as his eyes shut.

You stare there for a minute, processing this new information. You wait until you hear soft snoring before opening the door and turning to find your mother.

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#carden greenbriar #holly black #the cruel prince #carden greenbriar x reader #Carden #the cruel prince x reader #cardan greenbriar x reader #cardan greenbriar

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closets-closet · 7 months ago

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THIS COULD WORK WITH EITHER PRICE OR GHOST AND I LOVE BOTH SO MUCH SOO U PICK 😖

141 finding out on accident that ghost/price is married?!?! BEEN married. They bug him to introduce them to the missus, and he finally does it so they leave him alone, he takes them to his house made a home by the sweet bundle of light, shes a absolute darling, gorgeous thing. They’re kinda shocked how he pulled that

IM MELTINGGHFBDBSBZK

I LOVE THIS, could you imagine the chaos on base when Johnny or Kyle finds out about this mystery woman. Because we know damn well Simon pulled a drop dead gorgeous wife. Anywhosie here’s my take on this amazing prompt.

“Simon Pleaseeeee” Johnny trails out his arms dramatically spread out infront of him. It was just recently Price slipped up and revealed to the team that Simon was married and has a Missus at home, and that’s all it took for Johnny and Kyle to lose their minds. “Simon” Kyle dead pans “Why won’t you let us see the lady” Simon huffs, before looking at both of them, frustration bubbling in his chest. “Not happening mate, work and personal life stay separate.” He grumbles one more time before pushing out of his seat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and making his way to the door. “Now if you don’t mind, i’ve got my lady waitin’ for me at home.”

“Dove?” You hear your husband call from the front door of your shared home “I’m back” You appear from around the door way to the kitchen, apron tied around your waist and hair up “Welcome home” You smile “I’ve almost finished dinner for you” He walks into the kitchen immediately circling your waist with his hands burring his face in your neck “I’m conflicted” He admits quietly as he takes you in “The boys want to meet you, but I don’t want them to know how lucky i’ve gotten.” You sigh gently hooking your fingers under the black balaclava that covers his face, slowly pulling it off. “It’s your choice, but I don’t mind having them come by, I’ll make them dinner and everything” You hand brushes over his cheek before planing a small kiss across his lips. “Okay then” He whispers leaving into a little bit more “We’ll have them over”

“Finally” Johnny cheers excitedly as they walk up the drive to your shared home, a modest one story at the end of a small residential street. “Got you a quaint little place here” Price comments as they stand at the door, the smell of food wafting out from behind it. “Come on in fellas” Simon says as he pushes open the front door.

“Hello everyone” you greet, voice floating towards them. “It’s so nice to finally meet you all, Si happens to talk about you guys a whole bunch.” The smile you gives them melts the boys all to puddles. “Please come in, make yourself at home” you step aside letting them all in.

“Beautiful home you’ve got here ma’am” Kyle says stepping further into the house that’s littered with framed pictures of you and Simon together. “L.T never told me you clean up so well” Johnny teases as he examines a wedding photos that hangs over the kitchen bar. Simon moves to stand behind you, hands resting on your waist gently. Price moves to stand infront of you extending his hand “John Price” He introduces, You meet his hand shaking it firmly “Thank you for keeping him safe” You respond giving him a warm smile that melts him. “How long ye been married” Johnny pipes up from the living room where he’s petting yours and Simon’s cat. “About 3 years” you question out trying to remember exact dates. Simon lets out a long sigh, a symbol this is going to be a long night for him.

It’s about 23:30 when the boys leave. “That wasn’t so bad” You sigh taking a seat next to Simon on the couch, wine glass pinched between your fingers “They’re good kids” You mention snuggling close to your husband. “They are” He admits looking down at you, the smell of the whisky he’s drinking flooding your nose “Should have em around more often” you say looking to him “They make you smile in a way I don’t see to often” He looks to you smiling gently “I guess they do” He whispers getting closer to you pressing a small kiss to your lips.

I should be his wife *SIGH*

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runraerun · 11 days ago

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ao3 • 6.1k • @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt: “Where did you find that costume?” • beta: @netflixandchilis 🧡🖤

Summary:

“This is not a sex costume.” Steve rolls his eyes, “I swear, I could show up dressed as a clown and you guys would accuse me of—”

Steve doesn’t have time to brace himself before Eddie reaches forward and yanks. The sound of tearing velcro is deafening, and so is the silence that follows afterward.

His entire cop costume is suddenly off of his body and somehow, inexplicably, in the hands of Eddie Munson.

Or, unbeknownst to Steve, he shows up to Eddie’s Halloween party dressed as a stripper.

*Knock knock knock*

Steve steps back from Eddie’s front door, then rocks back on the heels of his boots that he hasn’t fully broken in yet. He knows that technically, he could just stroll into the trailer—he’s done it before after all, but sue him; he’s feeling playful tonight. And if there’s one night a year you’re allowed to embarrass yourself a little in the name of shits and giggles, it’s Halloween, right?

Steve had drawn the short straw between the four of them and was saddled with babysitting duty earlier tonight. As usual, Steve thinks with an amused sort of bitterness. Always the goddamn babysitter…

He’d just finished dropping the kids all off at Henderson’s house for a sleepover, but this was after they had forced him to trail after the lot of them for what felt like an eternity while they filled their pillow cases up with sugary garbage. Steve’s fucking exhausted.

When no one answers the door, Steve steps forward again, delivering three sharp knocks in quick succession.

“Hawkins PD, open up,” he bellows, giving what he considers is a fairly decent Hopper impression.

Steve’s skin prickles against a sudden cool breeze. He hooks his thumbs into his belt and waits on the creaky front porch, trying not to squirm against the wedgie that this outfit seems determined to give him.

Cheap ass costume…

The front door swings open, and Steve is suddenly bathed in the warm, welcoming light of the trailer’s interior. Robin, who has a football helmet on, along with some kind of orange jumpsuit with tubes wrapped around her torso, looks him up and down.

Before she can even say a single word though, Steve cuts her off, playing at arrogance.

“Got a couple of noise complaints, ma’am. Are your folks home? I’m gonna need—”

Robin holds her hands up with barely contained glee, “Wait wait, hold on! Just stay right there.”

The door slams shut in his face, leaving Steve in the darkness of the porch again. Through the door, Steve hears Robin yell for Eddie, but can’t make out much of the muffled voices after that.

Left on the porch with nothing but his thoughts Steve can’t help but wonder if Robin even recognized him. The fake stache wasn’t that convincing… was it?

“Man, c’mon…” Steve sighs, stepping forward and knocking again, this time with more force. He’s very quickly regretting his decision to ham it up as opposed to just walking in, kicking off the uncomfortable boots he’d been wearing all evening, and plopping down on Eddie’s lumpy, yet deceptively comfy sofa.

“C’mon, open up, Hawkins Police.” Steve calls again, trying to keep his exhaustion out of his voice.

In a blink, the door swings open again. Steve makes the extra effort to push his shoulders back and puff out his chest. This time, instead of Robin being the one haloed in the dingy light illuminating the trailer, it’s Eddie. A very confused, shockingly pale, cape-wearing Eddie.

Steve tilts his head back and peers down through his dark aviators at his friend, trying to maintain a stern, authoritative demeanor. His lip itches from underneath the stupid fake facial hair he’s got taped to his face. He can’t wait to rip the damn thing off.

Eddie grips the edge of the doorway, apparently stunned into silence.

“Sir, did you or anyone in this household place a call to 911 this evening?” Steve barks, trying his best to lean into his power-tripping asshole persona he’s decided to adopt.

“What the–” Eddie starts, but doesn’t seem to have any words to follow. His wide, dark eyes roam over the uniform and his twitching smile says enough.

Steve’s putting on a good show, it seems.

“Because it’s a criminal offense to prank call an emergency hotline, sir.” Steve leans forward, hoping for intimidation, “I could have you arrested.”

Steve suddenly becomes aware of Nancy and Robin both snickering in the background, watching the interaction with seemingly great interest. Eddie, for the most part, appears frozen at the door. It’s an odd bunch of reactions if Steve is being honest—he’s just dicking around, after all. Was he really being that out of pocket?

“Shteve, where in the fresh hell…?” A bewildered looking Eddie begins, his words slightly slurred, almost as if he has a lisp. Then Steve spots them; the sharp toothed plastic tray of vampire teeth that Eddie’s got stuffed into his mouth, making his lips pucker out just a bit. He looks ridiculous. If anyone should be laughing, it should be Steve. But instead of waiting for everyone to get their shit together, Steve forges on. He makes a show of sniffing the air. He slowly pulls the aviators down his nose to shoot Eddie a look. “Is that marijuana I smell, son? You kids smoking the devil’s lettuce in there?”

Robin sounds like she’s choking on something, Nancy’s all but retreated back into the trailer, unable to contain herself. Was it really that funny? Steve knows he can get the girls laughing on occasion, but he’s not like, a comedian or anything. And this cop bit he’s doing wasn’t even all that funny, even he can admit that. It’s just dorky fun. But Eddie’s shoulders are shaking and he’s giggling hard enough that he’s gone all quiet. Steve briefly wonders if he has something on his face…? Besides the stache, of course.

A particularly cool breeze hits his side, and he can physically feel himself break character as he brings his shoulders up to his ears in an attempt to brace against it. This cheap fucking costume does absolutely dick all to keep the cold out.

“Alright alright, jokes over, just let me in already.” But when Steve takes a step to pass through the door, Eddie quickly holds a hand to Steve’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. With his other free hand, he noisily pulls the vampire teeth from his mouth, a string of spit connecting the two until Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of a hand.

“Slow your roll, Sargent Cinnamon,” Eddie exclaims, barely able to contain his laughter to get the words out, “Jesus Christ, Steve, you’re gonna get the actual cops called on us.”

Sargent Cinnamon?

Steve takes off his aviators, perplexed. “What? Why?”

“Just—just turn around for me for a minute.” Eddie says. His hand falls from Steve’s chest as Steve begrudgingly takes a step back.

“Yeah, give us a spin, Steve.” Robin calls from the kitchenette, and Eddie gives a noisy laugh through his nose in what looks like a failed attempt to withhold a full on fucking belly laugh from escaping.

“Why?” Steve makes a face as he asks again, defenses up.

“We just have to confirm something.” Eddie says, playing coy.

Now that Steve’s really looking at him, he can see Eddie’s clearly dressed as a vampire. He’s all in black, though most of him is covered up by the long, heavy looking cape that’s tied around his shoulders and draping down his back. The collar of it looks stiff, its points reach damn near up to his cheekbones. His eyes are rimmed with dark makeup, making them pop even more than they usually do. Most striking of all though, is the white makeup that’s smeared all over his face, down his neck, and even over his mouth. It makes for a shock when he speaks or laughs, the deep red of the inside of his mouth contrasting sharply with the undead paleness of the rest of his face.

He looks… good. Spooky, but good. Especially now that those chunky fake fangs are out. Maybe Steve should have dressed as something spooky too…

“C’mon, just let me in. I don’t wanna spin.” Steve frowns. He does not pout. His lip may or may not jut out the tiniest of amounts. But Steve Harrington does not pout.

Eddie’s brows pinch together in mock sympathy, “oh, I’m so sorry Officer, but in that case, we’re gonna need you to come back with a warrant.”

Steve sighs. He’s cold, annoyed, and he’s pretty sure there’s two big watery blisters on the backs of his heels that’ll need patching up before the night is out. “Dude–”

Eddie holds out a finger, silencing Steve, “ah ah ah. You don’t get to show up here dressed like that and not put on a show.”

Steve’s brain stutters to a halt. “...I’m just dressed as a cop. What’s the big deal? Why’re you guys acting so weird?”

“Less yapping, more spinning, Deputy.” Eddie smiles wide, tilting his head. Despite being a total shithead at the moment, that smile never seems to fail at making Eddie look strangely endearing. It’s like a trap—one Steve always seems to be tumbling into as of late.

He gives a noisy groan of frustration to show exactly how ridiculous he thinks this whole thing is, before he complies and slowly turns around on the spot. Steve puts out his arms in defeat, suppressing yet another urge to dig at the wedgie now firmly up his ass. “There. Happy? Any more questions or demands?”

“Yeah, just the one,” Eddie says, seeming no less entertained than if Steve had just burped the whole alphabet backwards while simultaneously juggling a set of kitchen knives. “Where did you find that costume?”

Steve feels his neck go red, then his ears. He stuffs his hands under his armpits to try and warm them up, then shrugs defensively, not fully knowing why he is so embarrassed, only that he is. “Just a regular costume store.”

“What store exactly?” Robin calls from behind Eddie while she nurses a beer, “was there, oh, I don’t know, lingerie in the window of this costume store?”

And with that, there’s simply no helping it; Steve’s face goes scarlet. “No! It was just that pop-up Halloween store—the one next to Family Video. Robin, you went there too, what’s the big deal?”

“Did you happen to have crossed a beaded doorway in order to get to this costume by any chance?” Eddie asks in mock curiosity, barely withholding more of his obnoxiously loud laughter.

Steve opens his mouth to deny the downright weird accusation but… thinking back on it, he may have hit some beads at a certain point while he was in that shop.

Oh God…

“There’s that lightbulb,” Eddie gives a smarmy type of smile, “knew it would turn on eventually.”

Steve casts a glare between Eddie and Robin. They’re just poking fun at him, surely. If he’s being honest, he’s sort of sick of them ganging up on him lately. It’s like, all of the sudden, Eddie and Robin had just decided to become besties. They were always whispering and sharing these weird, heated looks between the two of them, ones Steve could never interpret. Like they suddenly had a whole slew of inside jokes that they refused to let Steve in on. It was infuriating!

If he didn’t know for a fact that there was no possibility of a romance between the two of them he would think they were hooking up. But no, apparently they’ve just bonded over their shared love of torturing ex-jocks. It’s like fucking Revenge of the Nerds out here.

“This is not a sex costume.” he growls, bunching his shoulders up just a little in an attempt to keep the breeze away from his neck.

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice goes soft, as if he’s opting to break the news to Steve gently, “you’re dressed as a stripper, man.”

“No, I’m not!” Steve shouts before he thinks better of it. He reels it in, but only a little, “It’s just… I’m just a cop. Okay, maybe it’s a sexy cop, but it’s just a stupid joke costume! It’s not my fault the outfit looks good on me, alright? That doesn’t make it a stripper outfit.”

Eddie nods empathetically, “right right, sure.”

“It’s true!”

“Totally, yeah.”

“I’m being serious!”

“Oh, I know you are.”

“It’s just a little tight is all.”

“I’ll say.”

Steve huffs, “I swear, I could show up dressed as a goddamn clown and you guys would accuse me of–”

Steve doesn’t have time to brace himself before Eddie reaches forward and yanks. The sound of tearing velcro is deafening, and so is the silence that follows directly afterward.

The entire front of his cop costume is off of his body and somehow, inexplicably, in the hands of Eddie Munson. And without the support of the front piece, Steve feels the entire back half of his costume follow suit, slipping down and off of his shoulders. Humiliatingly, the only reason it doesn’t hit the ground altogether is because the fabric is so securely lodged in between Steve’s ass cheeks.

Either way, he’s standing there, on the Munson’s front porch, in front of Eddie, in nothing more than his bright red boxers that he put on this morning, his uncomfortable fucking boots, his fake stache, and the octagonal police cap he’s got resting atop his head.

Eddie takes a deep breath, not even bothering to try and hide the way he’s basking in Steve’s utter humiliation. “Well well well. Looks like Christmas came early this year, huh?”

Robin at least has done him the good favor of collapsing somewhere in the living room, shrieking in laughter.

“Wh–Why would you do that!?” Steve clumsily grabs for the cap atop his head before holding it to his crotch in a flimsy attempt to preserve at least some of his dignity.

“Honestly? Because I don’t have a lot of impulse control,” Eddie admits truthfully, “but mostly I did it to prove to you that you did, in fact, show up to my party dressed as a stripper.”

Steve’s had enough. He grumbles out every single curse word he knows and shoulders his way into the trailer, yanking the remainder of the costume off of his body and out of his ass as he goes. If Steve was cold before, he’s freezing now. His nipples could cut fucking glass.

“Don’t tell me you took the kids out trick or treating in this.” Eddie says, motioning towards him with the bundle of thin fabric that had been, up until a few seconds ago, Steve’s costume.

Steve snatches the dark blue remains of his outfit, suddenly furious. He’s sure his face matches the red of his boxers at this point. Boxers that are now on display for all to see, apparently!

He reaches up to angrily tear off the mustache from his upper lip, and has to bite back an honest to god scream as it tears away, taking some of his actual lip hair with it. It was like a fucking wax strip!

“You did.” Eddie gasps, all but clutching his damn pearls, utterly scandalized. “You really went around and gave the good folks of Hawkin’s a free fucking show tonight, huh? Jesus Christ, Harrington, you probably sent some poor fucker out there into cardiac arrest!”

“No, I–” Steve sputters, “well, yes, I wore the cop costume while I took the kids around a couple of neighborhoods, but there wasn’t any kind of show.”

“Were the mothers especially kind to you, Stevie?” Robin asks from her position on the sofa beside Nancy, one sandy brown brow arched. “Did they give you extra candy?”

“One, I didn’t go trick-or-treating, so I didn’t get any candy at all,” Steve says, suddenly reluctant about taking his boots off, wary of losing any more of his clothing. As he speaks, he shuffles behind the countertop in the kitchen area instead, hiding at least his lower half from further attention. Everyone had already seen his hairy chest plenty of times, but still. It was the indignity of it all! “And two, I didn’t know it was a stripper costume. And three, screw all of you.”

Thank Christ the kids seemed oblivious to that sort of thing still. Steve’s as relieved at preserving their innocence as he is grateful they didn’t bear witness to his great blunder.

“Didn’t it feel weird when you had to velcro the sides shut..?” Nancy asks, sheer amusement playing across her features.

“Well, in hindsight… yes.” Steve has to stop speaking because all three of his so-called friends dissolve in further fits of laughter. He has to shout to be heard over their cackling, “but I just thought it was because the costume was cheap!”

“Oh, Steve.” Nancy shakes her head, still giggling. She sounded a little drunk.

“Sweet, naive Dingus.” Robin adds, as if she were finishing her girlfriend's thoughts.

So now Nancy and Robin were ganging up on him too. And after Steve gave Robin his blessing to date his ex-girlfriend! Traitors, all of ‘em, Steve thinks haughtily as he crosses his arms and glares.

“C’mon big boy, you can borrow something of mine.” Eddie says, finally deciding to take pity on Steve. “Unless, of course, you want me to help velcro your ass back into that little number..?”

That’s the absolute last thing he wants. So, with an angry grumble, Steve accepts Eddie’s offer for clothes and follows him down the narrow hallway, into his bedroom. Steve all but collapses on the end of Eddie’s unmade bed, snatching a pillow and holding it to his lap as he watches Eddie dig around his dresser drawers.

Steve notices that Eddie’s oddly quiet now that they’re alone.

Steve was sort of used to Eddie’s constant prattling on when they were together—so much so, that the lack of it seems unnatural in its own sort of way. It’s damn near unsettling to be near Eddie and not have him chewing his ear off.

Eddie pulls some soft, gray clothing from his drawers, attempts to discreetly give it the cautionary sniff test, then turns to offer them up to Steve. “Here, these, uh, they should fit you. Elastic waistband.”

“Thanks.” Steve mumbles, still a little pissed at Eddie for the whole tearing him out of his clothes thing. To be fair, Steve would have probably returned the favor if the roles had been reversed and would have laughed just as hard. Maybe harder.

He shoves the shirt on, then discards the pillow in order to stand and attempt to rid himself of the godforsaken boots from hell... Steve is unnervingly aware that the red of his underwear stands out like a fucking fire engine.

Eddie turns his painted face away, suddenly very interested in the various posters on his wall.

“Oh, sure, now you’re shy.” Steve snorts, but when he steps on the backs of his heels in an effort to toe off his boots, he sucks in a sharp breath and wobbles back onto the bed, cursing. The sharp stinging pain from the blisters is enough to cut his breath. “Shit, shit, shit–”

“What is it? What happened?” Eddie’s full attention is back on Steve, and Steve’s insides squirm a little at the intensity of it. He kind of loves that about Eddie; how he can be flighty and erratic one minute, but wholly and completely laser focused on something the next.

And Steve is man enough to admit that he sort of likes it when that undivided attention lands on him. Admittedly, he likes it when anyone pays attention to him, but… it’s different with Eddie. Even Steve’s not entirely sure why. It just makes him feel… seen, maybe. Special. Understood?

Steve doesn’t fucking know. He gives his head a shake.

“It’s just these stupid boots. I’ve only worn them a few times and they always give me blisters. I shouldn’t have worn them tonight but I just thought they went good with the outfit...” Steve explains, as if it’s a confession. The price of vanity, he thinks bitterly. Steve lifts one of his feet until it’s propped up his opposite knee and begins working the boot off, flinching as he goes, “they’re just stinging a little, it’s fine.”

“I’ll get some band-aids.” Eddie mutters as he darts out of the room, nearly tripping over something in his haste. Steve can hear him digging through the cupboard in the bathroom through the paper-thin walls of the trailer. Eddie sounds like a goddamn tornado. But hey, what’s new? Dude is tornado incarnate.

By the time Eddie’s back, armed with a battered box of band-aids and a tube of Neosporin, Steve’s already managed to work off a boot and peel away one of his socks. He’s poking the painful, fluid-filled blister with a grimace.

“Here.” Eddie awkwardly passes both of the items to Steve. He practically shoves them into his hands. Steve accepts them all with a quick thanks and gets to work. He half expects Eddie to go and just leave Steve to it, but he doesn’t. Instead, Eddie just stands there, hovering in the middle of his bedroom, staring like a weirdo.

Which sounds harsh even in Steve’s own mind, but there really was no mistaking it; Eddie most definitely is a full-blown, bonafide, one-of-a-kind weirdo. But as time’s gone on, and the further Steve’s gotten away from high school, the more he’s realized that his favorite people in the whole world—the ones he’d lay down his life for any day of the fucking week—are all freaks and weirdos. And maybe that made him a weirdo freak right alongside them. And hey, if all the best people were weird, shouldn’t he be proud to be counted among them?

Steve finds he doesn’t entirely hate the concept.

“You must think I’m a moron, huh?” Steve mutters as he smears some of the antiseptic cream over the blister, then a band-aid overtop, flinching the whole way through.

“For getting a blister? Or for accidentally cosplaying as a sex worker?” Eddie asks, grinning. Knows he’s being a cheeky little shit.

Steve just scoffs and rolls his eyes, “it could’ve happened to anyone, y’know. The costume thing, I mean.”

He settles his bare foot on the ground and starts on his next boot.

“Maybe. But it’s funny because it happened to you.” Eddie aims a set of finger guns at him. Steve, despite himself, chuckles a little under his breath. It was sort of funny.

“I don’t, though, by the way.” The couple of words tumble out of Eddie’s mouth. Steve knows by now that when he isn’t following Eddie, all he usually needs to do is wait a few seconds. Eddie never seems to mind taking the time to further explain himself to Steve, unlike most other people. So, Steve just spares him a glance and waits. “Think you’re a moron, I mean. You’re just… more of a do first, think later kinda guy. It doesn’t make you dumb. Maybe a little foolhardy, is all.”

“Foolhardy?” Steve’s hands stop what they’re doing as he looks up at Eddie. Steve’s pretty sure he knows what it means, but who the hell throws around digs like that?

Well, come to think of it, Eddie Munson would. Between writing his own songs and making up those D&D campaigns, Eddie’s inner voice probably speaks to him in sonnets and soliloquies.

“It’s a good thing—well, it is when I say it…” Eddie rushes to explain, but seems to abandon a few trains of thoughts before shaking his head, “whatever, nevermind, forget I said anything.”

“I know what foolhardy means I just–” Steve doesn’t have any fight in him though, too focused on how fucking painful this blister is compared to the last. The sharp sting was enough to make his eyes embarrassingly prickle. “Fuuuuuck…” he groans as he pulls.

“Stop, stop, just–” Eddie kneels, taking a knee, before he grabs Steve’s boot.

“No no, Eddie, don’t–!” Steve shrieks, suddenly terrified of Eddie’s jumpy, erratic movements he’s known for. His foot can’t fucking take it…

“Calm down, I’ll pull it off slow. I’ll even give you a countdown. You just–just relax, alright?” Eddie says, looking downright ridiculous in his costume. And yet, despite how crazy he looks, Munson seems sincere. He liked to poke fun at Steve, sure, but Eddie wouldn’t hurt him. Steve knows that. And when Eddie’s fingers curl around the back of his calf, the touch is gentle. Steve’s skin heats underneath Eddie’s hold. It’s enough to make his head go a little fuzzy.

Trying to follow Eddie’s instruction, Steve hesitantly leans back on the heels of his hands, allowing his leg to go slack in Eddie’s grip. “Relax. Right. Okay.”

“Alright. My safe word’s Ronald Reagan, but you can borrow it for tonight if you want me to stop, cool?” Eddie looks up at him through his lashes. The liner around his eyes was really something else… And his hair looked especially poofy tonight. Like Steve’s hands could get lost in there. Were those plastic spiders in his hair? God, Steve hoped they were plastic spiders…

A beat passes before Steve’s brain catches up with him. “Why the hell is Ronald Reagan your safe word?”

“Because nothing kills my boner faster than thinking about that dickwad. Duh.” Eddie explains, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was, but Steve wasn’t exactly experienced with things like safe words and… well, the things that normally go along with safe words.

He feels himself shift anxiously at the idea. He wondered if Eddie was just making a joke or if he actually…

“Ready?” Eddie interrupts and utterly derails that particular train of thought. He’s cradling Steve’s booted foot, one hand low on Steve’s calf, the other gripping the bottom of the boot. Real comforting like.

Steve takes a quick breath before giving a sharp nod. “Ready.”

“3, 2, 1, deep breaths everyone!” Eddie says, and true to his word, he pulls off slowly, trying to angle the boot away from Steve’s heel as best he can. Steve clenches his teeth through the whole thing, determined not to utter the president's name. “Aaaaand we’re done!” Eddie says triumphantly.

Steve sighs, and lets himself fall onto the bed in relief. He’s built up a bit of a tolerance for pain over the past few years (purely out of necessity), but he still fucking hates it. Even if it’s something small like this. Call him a pussy for it, whatever. Steve doesn’t care.

When he feels Eddie begin peeling off his sock though, Steve bolts upright, returning to his seated position. “Y-you don’t gotta do that part–”

Eddie shrugs nonchalantly and continues peeling away the sock. “It’s okay, I wanna help.”

“My feet probably fucking reek, dude. I’ve been wearing those all day.” Steve wrinkles his nose. The idea that Eddie could possibly be repulsed by him in some way just doesn’t sit right with Steve. “You don’t–... I-I can do this part.”

“I told you, I don’t care.” Eddie says as he peels away Steve’s sweaty, ripe sock before sticking it into the no doubt equally sweaty, ripe boot.

Eddie's now kneeling in front of a pantless and sockless Steve—to say he felt exposed would be an understatement. He watches as Eddie takes the tube of Neosporin in hand and squeezes out a glob onto his finger and lines it up with Steve’s heel.

“Unless,” Eddie halts, as if an idea had just occurred to him, “unless you don’t want me to.”

The two of them just stare at one another for a few seconds, as if they’re both just realizing that they don’t really know the limits of their friendship yet. Both of them seem to be asking the other for permission to cross some kind of a line that they don’t know even exists or not. It should be awkward, but somehow it isn’t. It’s a little uncomfortable, sure, but… exciting, in a weird way.

Steve swallows, “no, I want you to. I mean, if you want to, of course. I—”

I like it when you touch me.

The thought hits Steve with such a sudden and sharp clarity that for a second he’s not sure if he’s said it out loud or not.

But if Eddie somehow heard it, he doesn’t let on.

Instead, the sides of his mouth twitch into a tentative grin, but then Eddie ducks his head before Steve can watch it blossom fully into a smile, though he can tell by the way his cheeks rise near his eyes that it indeed does.

Eddie smears the antiseptic cream on Steve’s blister with guitar string scarred fingers, with more care than most people bother using when they reach for Steve. Then he wipes his hands on his own bed sheets before unpeeling a bandaid from its wrapping and laying it overtop of everything. He smooths a finger overtop of it, once, then twice for good measure. Why Eddie runs his finger over the band-aid a third time, Steve hasn’t got a clue.

There’s something about the way Eddie so can flip the switch from being a loud, boisterous, all out terror of a human being, to this sincere, gentle… almost sweet person. It’s hard for Steve to wrap his head around. Especially since Eddie doesn’t show the second side nearly as often as the first–and only to a lucky handful of people. Steve’s one of those happy few.

It’s like a secret Eddie.

Steve briefly wonders if there’s a secret Steve, but if there is, not even he knows about him. Steve has a feeling he’s more of a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean he’s shallow.

And just when Steve thinks Eddie’s done with him, the guy spins around and rummages in his top drawer for a few seconds before turning back with a rolled up set of fresh socks for Steve. Without a word, he kneels and begins putting them on Steve’s foot for him.

Which…

Honestly, Steve doesn’t know how to feel about it. Good, obviously. That much, at least, is crystal fucking clear. But there’s more. Like the fluttery sort of warmth that comes specifically when someone brings you a bowl of hot soup when you’re sick, or cares enough to hold your hair back for you while you puke your guts out after drinking too much. It’s that same sort of feeling. Only more.

“Thanks, man.” Steve says, utterly relieved his voice comes out sounding steadier than he’s feeling. Because… Well, because no one takes care of Steve, except Steve. It’s been that way since he was old enough to tie his own shoes. He’s always on his own. Self-sufficient. Steve takes a sort of pride in it.

But here’s Eddie, on his knees, tending to him, even though Steve can do it perfectly fine on his own. He’s still doing it for Steve, and for the hell of him, Steve can’t wrap his head around why. And all of it over some stupid blisters. It makes Steve’s chest ache, fixing to burst.

“No problem, Officer. Just doing my civic duty.” Eddie’s tone is soft when he flicks his eyes up briefly, paired with a grin. He finishes putting the fresh set of socks on Steve’s feet, careful to avoid the blisters. The socks are pilled, and scratchy, as if neither Wayne nor Eddie bothers with fabric softener, but they’re comfortable enough and blissfully warm.

“Well the city of Hawkins thanks you too, Mr. Munson.” Steve replies with a two fingers salute, attempting to match Eddie’s energy, but the words sound so deeply stupid when they’re strung together like that, that it has them both chuckling.

“Christ, you’re cute.” Eddie mutters, dragging a knuckle under his eye to clear away the stray tear that had formed from all of the laughing he’s done tonight. Then Steve watches as that easy smile that he had just been so admiring quickly fall away as Eddie seems to realize what he’d just said.

Eddie thinks he’s cute?

The question of what kind of cute he was referring to bombards Steve's brain. Cute could mean a hell of a lot of things—from puppies with big wet eyes to Michelle Pfeiffer in a skin tight leotard. Or maybe Eddie didn’t mean to say cute at all. Yeah, maybe it just slipped out. Hell, maybe Eddie’s just high. He does get a little extra tactile and emotional when he’s high. And Eddie definitely smells like weed, but—well, Eddie always smells like weed.

“Here’s your–” Eddie suddenly stands, cape fluttering behind him, and tosses the sweatpants from earlier back at Steve who catches it with ease, despite the newly unmoored feeling he’s got in his gut. Steve suspects Eddie’s blushing by the way he’s holding himself, but because of all the makeup, Steve can’t be sure. Eddie anxiously twists his rings around his fingers muttering a quiet, “sorry, man.”

It’s said so timidly that Steve almost misses the tacked-on apology entirely. Now, timid isn’t usually something that Steve would associate with Eddie Munson but, well, there it is. And despite their playful back and forth with one another, Steve can tell this is wholly different. He doesn’t—can’t leave Eddie standing there with egg on his face.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not—it’s whatever, dude.” Steve says, forever baffled at how the English language, the only language he even knows and is apparently fluent in, still manages to sound like knotted garbage when it comes out of his mouth. He shoves his legs through the sweatpants, yanking them up to his waist.

Eddie seems to get it though, thankfully. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve says, quick, casual-like.

Eddie chews on his lip. “I didn’t make it weird?”

At this, Steve barks out a laugh. Because, yeah but… well, if Eddie started going around apologizing every time he did something weird the guy would never stop apologizing.

And Steve likes Eddie’s flavor of weird anyway.

“Hey, I’m the one who showed up to your house dressed as a stripper, didn’t I? If anyone’s made it weird tonight, it’s me.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, briefly concerned about how the stupid hat probably left an embarrassing indent where it was sitting.

Eddie’s wide smile is back, the one that lines his face and makes his eyes do that starlight thing. “That’s true.” He chuckles.

“I like your costume though.” Steve grins, feeling that fluttery feeling in his chest when he gets Eddie smiling like that. “Vampire, right?”

If possible, Eddie’s eyes widen further, giving him a manic look. He hastily pats his various pockets before finding his fake fangs and shoving them into his mouth. They look terrible, but admittedly, they sort of complete the overall look.

“That’s Count Dracula to you, foolish mortal.” Eddie says with a truly terrible Transylvanian accent as he dramatically swishes his cape over one of his arms, then positions it underneath his kohl-rimmed eyes.

Steve pretends to cower, but he’s always been kind of a shitty actor so he just ends up snorting and shaking his head. “Terrifying. If you hadn’t torn it off me earlier, I’m sure I would have shivered right out of my uniform.”

And again, it’s enough for Eddie to break character and bark out a laugh around his plastic fangs. He recovers quickly though, a smile still pulling at the sides of his mouth.

“C’mon, the girlsh have probably put the movie on without ush.” Eddie says with a very distinct lisp. It’s sort of adorable.

It’s profoundly less adorable after Steve hears how Eddie needs to suck back the spit trapped between his teeth and the tray so he doesn't drool all over himself.

Thankfully, Eddie doesn’t end up wearing the fake fangs for the whole movie, especially not after Nancy demands their removal after two or three noisy, spit-retrieving sucks. There’s some petty back and forth that lasts a couple of seconds, but it’s settled quickly and amicably, as most of their squabbles are.

Steve and Eddie spend the majority of the horror flick pressed up against one another, from shoulder to knee. Steve’s not entirely sure what the hell is happening between them, but whatever it is… it’s nice.

And when there’s a particularly scary bit that makes Steve nearly jump out of his skin, Eddie teases him and slaps a patronizing hand to his knee just to further torment him, but it’s the damnedest thing. Even after the joke’s over, and their collective focus is back (in theory) on the movie, Eddie just… doesn’t take his hand back. Neither one of them seems keen on addressing it either, afraid to spook whatever it is away.

They stay that way for the rest of the movie. He doesn’t risk putting his hand over top of Eddie’s—he can’t. Not yet, at least. But Steve will think about little else besides the feeling of Eddie’s warm hand curled around the top of his knee, searing into him like a brand, for many nights to come.

It’s hands down the most embarrassing Halloween Steve’s ever had—but it’s also kinda the best, thanks to Eddie.

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anisespice · 2 months ago

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heyy

can i request hanma w reader who has abandonment issues? if you don’t write for that kind of topic it’s fine!!(:

take care!!<33

of course! thank u for the request anon, sorry for the delay <3 had to do some more research into the topic, and brush up on my hanma lol hope you enjoy :)) !!

pairing: hanma x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, crude jokes, violence, cringy/cornball behavior lol and hanma gets his own warning, not proof read, sorry for any errors!! and i think that’s it :)

notes: SO SORRY FOR TAKING LITERALLY A WHOLE YEAR TO MAKE THIS ANON, i wanted to do a little bit of research on the topic (ended up learning a little about myself LMAO) but it’s finally done! i’m happy with how it turned out, and i figured this format would work perfectly, so i hope you enjoy!! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

I struggled with the idea of how Hanma would be like with someone with abandonment issues/anxious attachment. At first, I figured he’d be the absolute worst in terms of handling someone with such an intense need for validation and reassurance, but after some further contemplation I realized how he’d be the absolute best—To the most unhealthily healthy degree, if that makes sense. Let me explain:

“yo, who’s blowing up your phone?”

“jeez, your s/o again? talk about excessive”

“couldn’t be me, bro. if i was you, i’d set a boundary-”

hanma wouldn’t miss a beat by giving them a dangerous grin and say, “i’ll a set a boundary for your fucking teeth if you say another word about my s/o.”

then, in the same beat, he’ll answer your call with a whole different energy, like, “hey doll, my love, my sweet, my sexy” something corny like that

you’d express that he said he’d be back around 9, and it was pushing 9:30…

he’d chuckle fondly, “aw, you miss me that bad? you’re obsessed, doll, it’s adorable.~”

the guys with him would watch in shock as the usually violent, and quick to annoyance, shuji hanma was…understanding? patient??

i hc hanma to be so so so patient with you whenever you get that intense clingy feeling, or talk yourself into thinking he’s sick of you and your neediness

homie WANTS you to want him

even to an unhealthy attached degree, sign him up, yes ma’am, yes ham, yes turkey

if you do get into those moods of feeling like he’ll leave you, TRUST that he’s gonna feed into it just a little bit (he’s a bit of a sadistic bastard) only to shower you with every possible reassurance until you are drowning in him him HIM

“why you cryin’, hm? i said i’ll be back, what, you think i’ll just up and leave? never come back?”

“hm, maybe i should do that, make you miss me a little more, yeah?”

but, once he sees you’re really torn up about the thought, he’d gather you in his arms with a small, teasing grin, kissing your tears away and telling you how silly you’re being

“baby, i’d rather get shot in both of my legs than ever think of leaving you”

“you couldn’t get rid of me even if you begged”

“no more cryin’, kay? i hate seeing you cry…unless it’s for different reasons” he’d suggest, earning a weak hit to his arm for being a pervert

he’d snigger, holding you up until your legs wrapped around his waist, “how bout you just come with me then, hm?”

he’s not perfect, far from it, but he tries

he’ll tease, and poke, and push but he always has his moments where he takes your situation deathly serious

let someone talk shit about you in anyway, whether it’s about how you need to touch him a lot, or constantly text/call just to hear his voice, or accuse him of this that and the third, just let someone TRY it and he finds out about it

“man, i don’t know how he puts up with them”

“yeah, his s/o clearly has some issues..”

“god forbid he’s gone for more than ten minutes, it’s like they’re some kind of parasite-“

the air in the room shifts DRASTICALLY when they eventually notice hanma standing there, with you at his side looking more than upset

how long he’d been there didn’t matter…the damage was done as soon as those idiots spoke your name

if looks could kill, they’d be playing uno w the devil right about now and losing

hanma looked rather calm. but his eyes told a different story as the gold shined bright with malicious intent

he slowly grinned, tilting his head “oh? don’t stop on our account. keep talkin’. i wanna know what else you think.”

none dared to even blink

you sniffled, embarrassed, ready to bolt out of there, but hanma’s grip on your hand doesn’t falter, merely pulling you closer as he rested his chin on your head

you wiggled for a moment, but hanma wasn’t letting you go anywhere

he called out your name, making you stop as he turned you in his hold to have you look him in the eye

“stay right here. i want you to see just how much i love you. my little parasite.~”

hanma had you stand there and witness what happens whenever someone dares to speak on you and your relationship, solidifying his devotion and loyalty to you and you only

as those guys laid in a pool of their own blood, hanma still took the time to shower you in love and his undivided attention

he’d wipe your tears with bloodstained hands and kiss you hard on the mouth

“you’ll never be too much for me, [_____].”

#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev #hanma #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma fluff #hanma shuuji x reader

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allied-mastercuntputer · 9 months ago

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unexpected.

after your planned date with tim takes an unexpected turn, you show him just how full of surprises you are…

word count: <500

warnings: not proof read…i kinda raw dogged this :p no use of y/n

notes: omg first thing of writing on here…im an autobiographical writer, haven’t touched fanfic since i was like 10. with that being said if i proof read it i won’t have the guts to post it. there will be better writing on my blog i promise. also super late for valentine’s day but it rained when i love the day of and no other day of the week n i thought it was funny.

“You told me you checked the weather Tim.”

You had called your boyfriend to let him know that a picnic wasn’t going to work. As soon as you woke up, the noise of rain pattered on your apartment’s roof, hitting you with the reality that being outside wasn’t an option.

“I did! Today is the first time this month it’s rained! But uhhhh should we do the Mary’s?” He tried to remedy the situation with the Italian restaurant in your university neighborhood.

“We go there all the time, can we do something special since it’s Valentine’s Day baby?” You smiled into the phone receiver. You knew he melted into man pudding when you called him baby and used that tone.

“Oh uhh-“ evidence of your work, “Anything you want. Maybe the rink and then hot chocolate after?”

“It’s a date.” You smiled, perfect time to show Tim what he didn’t know about you on the ice.

❅ ❅ ❅

Tim came to pick you up, you made sure to put on a raincoat. Not only to protect yourself from getting soaked, but also to reveal your outfit to your boyfriend in the car.

“Oh look at you, expecting to get some laps in?” He joked at the expense of your lululemon attire

“I like my pink define jacket, thank you very much”

“Hey! I like it too, definitely…tight. Hugs the right pla-“ You slap him on the shoulder, “Ow! Do you even know how to skate babe?”

This was your moment. Should you lie and wow him? Or should you tell the truth and loose your novelty? You lie.

“No actually, you’ll have to teach me.”

“That’s great actually, then you can’t let go of me-“ he smiled like an idiot before you interrupted him

“Don’t push it”

“Yes ma’am”

❅ ❅ ❅

You try not to be suspicious. ‘Act like you’re nervous, get shaky the first few minutes-‘

“Hey babe, need help with your skates?” Tim is an angel. As much as he likes to talk dirty, he genuinely cares and you always know it.

“Oh uhm, yes please”

“No problem.” he got on his knees and laced your skates up, “They need to be super tight, but not so tight you can’t bend your knees beyond a certain point.” Nobody could wipe the smile he had off his face. He was just happy to be teaching his girlfriend how to skate on Valentine’s Day.

“Thank you Tim. I feel like Cinderella, only my shoe has a sharp blade on it and my prince charming doesn’t know how to check the weather.” You giggle at his expense

“Im sure I’m a much better prince charming than whatever that guy had going on. Now stand up and see if it’s comfortable.”

“Perfect! Oh! I mean uhhh-“ You can’t let the jig be up, “Ouch super tight but I’ll be okay!”

Tim looks at you funny, but thought nothing if it, “Alright let’s go.”

❅ ❅ ❅

You can’t even stand it. You’ve been pretending to be awful at skating for almost 30 minutes. The real truth? You were on a figure skating scholarship just like how Tim was on a hockey one. You’d been skating since middle school and it had become a sport you loved deeply. You and Tim had been together for eight months, but the topic never really came up due to you thinking there were far more important things to your character.

“Can I try by myself?” your posture was awful, but it as about to be perfect in about 5 seconds

“Remember what I taught you about falling on your butt and not your face?”

It took so much not to roll your eyes, “Ill try not to fall because you like both of those things about me. think I’m okay.”

“Great! Let’s see you do 5 feet ahead. Go at any pace you want.”

You nodded, kissing him on the cheek. You immediately shifted into better posture, stopped shaking , and started skating at the pace you wanted, like he said. You begin with fluid crossovers, transitioning into quick footwork. With a push, you launch into a simple jump, landing with precision. You could feel the air whipping past your face as you gained speed. Your body twists and turns effortlessly, soon you’re skating circles around your boyfriend, who couldn’t do anything but look at you in shock. You stop right next to him.

“Was that okay?”

“Was that okay?? What are you doing studying here! People get injured all the time at the olympics I’m sure you could fill in and it would make no difference” He laughed in complete shock, “How long have you been skating for?

“More than 10 years”

“We should definitely take this to my place. You’ve won my heart. Not that you didn’t before I just- let’s go babe.”

“No I’m actually having so much fun!”

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mynameismckenziemae · 1 year ago

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Outlet for your frustration.

You had the worst day at work and need an outlet for your frustration.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x you

Warnings: swearing, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, femdom, spanking, a sprinkle of ass play, humiliation, oral (both m and f receiving) smut. Let me know if I missed anything

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This fic and everything I post is for 18+. MNDI. Do not repost my work without consent or steal my work. Reblogs/likes/comments would comments would make me happy, so please interact if you'd like (please be nice though, I’m sensitive haha). Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked.

A/N: So I don’t know what this is or what I’m doing. I’m not a writer. I’m not creative. This is literally the first thing I’ve written since high school and I’m in my 30s.

*Edited with Grammarly on 11/20/23.

The car ride is silent as you head home. You had the most frustrating day at work. Even the thought of turning music on overstimulates your fried brain.

Working in healthcare is difficult on a good day, but your specialty seems to get the brunt of crabby, rude patients.

You are the poster child of staying calm, cool, and collected—so much so that your coworkers don’t believe you’ve ever yelled or lost your temper. Jake’s friends adore his sweet, soft-spoken girlfriend. Jake himself hasn’t witnessed you be more than mildly disgruntled in the past 18 months of your relationship.

But today, you’d had enough. You just needed an outlet for all this frustration bubbling up inside.

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Closing the door with a sigh, you decide a shower to help ease some of the tension. Setting your bag down and toeing out of your shoes, you start stripping out of your scrubs on the way to the bedroom. You roll your eyes and smirk as you pick up one of Jake’s socks and his boxers.

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“You do know I’m not your maid, right?” I joke, bending over to pick up a pair of jeans he threw near (not in) the hamper.

A strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and there’s a hardness pressing into my ass.

“I know you’re not, I’m sorry. I always remember eventually, but you always pick it up before I get to it. I’ll do better” he murmurs, kissing my neck, “You would look damn good wearing one of those maid uniforms though”.

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A strangled, “Fuck” snaps you back to the present. Looking down at the sock in your hand, a wicked idea crosses your mind. You know just how to work through this frustration.

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You push open the bathroom door, with the sock still in hand. The sight in front of you sends a pulse of need straight between your legs. Jake is naked, wet and slowly stroking himself.

You clear your throat and he startles, his cheeks flushing pink at being caught in the act.

“Oh hey, you’re home. Sorry, I was—“ he starts.

“You dropped this" nodding to the sock, "and your boxers again. I had to pick them up...again. We talked about this just yesterday and you said you’d do better,” you say, dropping the sock and stepping into the shower behind him. You swat his hand away and take over, tightly gripping his hard-on, and giving him a slow stroke. “What do I have to do for you to remember, Jake?”

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re right. I’m sorry-“You put your finger to his lips to shush him.

“Do you remember what we talked about last week? About wanting me to take control sometimes? Rough you up a little?” You lean in to whisper in his ear while trailing the finger from his lips down his chest to pinch his nipple.

“Yessss” he groaned out, his cock twitching in your hand at your words.

“Yes, what?” You ask, pinching a little harder.

“Ma’am?” You nod. “Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am” he says with a shudder.

“Mmm, good,” you say as you lean forward, sucking the abused nipple into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck” Jake groans again, his hand finding your ass to give it a squeeze.

You pull off his nipple with a pop and shake your head, grabbing his hand from your ass and putting at his side. “This is how it’s going to go. You don’t get to touch me unless I give you permission. You don’t get to touch yourself unless I give you permission. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall”.

Jake looks at you through hooded eyes, "Yes ma'am".

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He turns his back to you and puts his hands out in front of him; the water splashing onto the back of his neck. You snake a hand in front of him to flick the water off, then each of your hands grabs his ass, squeezing and kneading.

"Okay Jake, what's your safeword?"

"Rooster" Jake mutters after a beat.

You quirk your eyebrow at that; but choose to not press right now; tucking that information away to discuss at a later time.

"I think 10 for each item I picked up is fair, don't you?" You ask sweetly.

"10 wha-fuck!" Jake gasps as you deliver the first hit to the right cheek.

"Spanks, hits, strikes, licks…whatever you want to call them. 10 for the sock, 10 for the boxers. You're going to remember this every time you sit down tomorrow, Jake. Don't you have training all day tomorrow too? Your coworkers are going to see you squirm, trying to find a comfortable position. If only they knew it was because your girlfriend spanked you like a naughty, little boy." You say, landing a sharp slap to the left cheek.

"Oh God," Jake breathes out, cheeks clenching while his hips rock forward.

"That's two. You're going to count out loud for me. If you lose track, I'm going to start over. As many times as it takes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am".

*Slap* Another sharp crack to his right cheek.

Jake groans out, "Three ma'am".

You give a couple more slaps, alternating each side. Jake keeps count like the good military boy he is; you can hear how wrecked he is with each blow.

After the fourteenth hit, your hand starts to sting, so you take a step back and admire your handiwork (pun intended).

You were already soaked from the sounds he was making and the increased desperation in his voice with each swat, but seeing how red he was getting was enough to make you throb.

"Oh, what a pretty sight you are. I wanna take a picture just to put it as my wallpaper. Maybe I should send it to everyone in your squad so they can see how pathetic you are standing there, bright red ass cheeks begging for more" you say as you squeeze his cheeks, feeling the warmth.

"No, please, no! I'll do anything. Please, ma'am!" Jake begs, hips rocking forward, looking for any type of friction.

Your hands travel from his ass to his hips, stopping his motion. Your right-hand shifts to grab ahold of his cock suddenly, giving him a few tugs easily from the copious amount of precum he’s leaking.

"I'm not sure this is a punishment seeing how hard you are. I guess I'm going to have to take it up a few notches." You say.

Jake's cock twitches at your words and he whimpers. Whimpers. You've never heard your tough, strong, military man whimper. Another strong wave of arousal pulses through you at the sound. You close your eyes as you kiss his back to compose yourself.

"Color?" You whisper.

"Green ma’am. So fucking green," says Jake.

You release him and stand to reach behind you to quietly grab the wooden bath brush.

“How many more, Jake?”

“Six ma’am.”

”Good boy,” you purr and you see a shiver roll through him.

You bring the bath brush down directly in the center of his right cheek. It makes the most satisfying crack.

Jake’s back arches and his hands tighten on the wall as he lets out a sinful, “Holy fuck”.

You give him a second to compose himself and clear your throat.

“Shit. Fifteen ma’am. Sorry ma’am.”

“I’m feeling generous since this is your first time. Don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The next stroke of the bath brush gets the left side and pulls another deep groan from Jake.

“Sixteen ma’am.”

The next two are slightly lower, directly on his sit spots. He’s definitely going to be reminded of this tomorrow every time he sits down. It sends a delicious thrill through you.

The following swing catches both cheeks. All the muscles in his back and ass tense as he’s fighting not to straighten and take his hands from the wall.

“Nineteen ma’am! Fuck! Wait, please…wait ma’am I’m close and I don’t want to cum yet. Please ma’am.” he whines.

You give him a moment to compose himself, watching him while running the fingers of your free hand through your arousal to circle your clit. His breath slows and he puts his arms back in front of him again.

"You ready?"

"Yes, ma'am".

The final spank hits him again in both sit spots and he cries out, hands slipping.

You drop the brush and kneel while turning him around. You close your eyes as you suck him down greedily, bringing the hand still covered in your arousal between his legs to press on his hole. He lets out a choked noise and his hands fly into your hair as he thrusts, once, twice, and empties down your throat.

You swallow and open your eyes to look up at him. He. Is. Wrecked. Tears are leaking out of glassy eyes, flushed face, and chest heaving.

"Are you okay? Was that too mu--"

"That was amazing, "Jake says against your lips as he lifts you to your feet and seats you on the shower bench behind you. "I've never cum that hard in my life. That was so hot. You're so hot. I've never seen you like that. So ruthless and cold and mean and hot. Fuck, that was hot."

You laugh as he kneels, throwing your legs over his shoulders, and dives in like a man starved, licking ruthlessly at your clit. You moan, grabbing at his hair and directing him exactly where you want him. You're so worked up from having him at your mercy that you're trembling through your orgasm in no time.

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You shower together after, and Jake asks about your day as he rubs your back and shoulders. You’re already feeling lighter by the time you get out.

As you're drying off, you snort as you catch a glimpse of Jake's bright red ass in the mirror. He turns to see what you're looking at and his gaze darkened as his cock twitches as he starts to harden again.

"You do realize I'm going to remember to put my clothes in the hamper now, but I might dump some out on the floor if this is what happens when you have to remind me," Jake says as he picks you up.

You laugh all the way to the bedroom, the frustration from the day completely forgotten.

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The next day at training:

Jake did remember every time he sat down, he squirmed in his seat trying to get comfortable, and he spent the majority of the day with the sweet discomfort of arousal. Oddly enough, Rooster was the only one to notice.

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kimberbohwrites · 3 months ago

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'Ma'am' Chapter Two

Rolan has been pining for an older Tav for some time now. They both think they other hates them and when they realize their error, smut ensues. >Dedicated to @lemonsrosesandlavender and you know why. >Dedicated to @crowwolf and anon for the original prompt that spiraled into 6k words of smut >Dedicated to anyone who identifies as female and has ever felt the struggles of seeing your own beauty and power in a world that wants us to be the opposite. Esp. those of us who might be getting older.

Rated: Explicit, MDNI, Smut Word Count: 2966 Chapter 2/2 Read Chapter One: Tumblr | Ao3 READ ON AO3 (also continued below the line)

Please note: In this I’m writing as Rolan in his 30s and Tav in her 40s with a 10 year age difference.

As the door of his bedroom clicked shut behind him, Rolan immediately found himself flush against the door. You had rushed to claim his mouth once more in an eager kiss. The entire way up from the shop floor he had barely been able to focus, his mind unraveled with lust and need. Soft touches from you had kept him grounded enough to manage his way to the bedroom.

He whimpers as you kiss him, it feels as if it’s been ages since the last one even though he knows only minutes have passed.

“Someone is a little touch-starved, aren’t they?”

Rolan blushes deeply as you whisper the obvious in the darkness.

“I— it’s…”

He sputters trying to answer you. A small part of his brain tells him that he should be embarrassed to already be falling apart so completely under the touch of another. The greater part of him can’t find the will to care at all. Finally, you are touching him, and he can touch you, your beauty and warmth no longer just out of reach.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about”

You say as if you can read the scattered thoughts running rampant through his mind.

“I have wanted to touch you for so long Rolan, I promise I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

He nods in response, biting back a whine.

“What do you say?”

He fumbles for a minute and then remembers and with it comes the warmth of arousal pulsing through him once more.

“Yes ma’am”

You reward him immediately with a harder kiss, your tongue sweeping into his mouth. Gods you’re perfect. He’s whimpering into the kiss again when your hands sweep up into his hair, taking it down from his normally neat hairstyle and letting it fall loose on his shoulders. As you comb your fingers through it softly, he kisses down your neck as if to worship every bit of skin he finds.

You moan at the feeling and the sound makes his knees buckle under him again. This time you do notice.

“You poor thing. You should lie down.”

You guide him from the door over to the bed and while standing next to it, give him a few more sweet kisses before pushing him down hard on to it. He lands on his back on the soft sheets. Before he can think, you are on him, straddling his chest and leaning down to kiss him deeply. Rolan can’t help but moan and whimper lightly at the sensation.

“Gods… wanted you… wanted this… so long” he manages to get out between kisses. The words come in deep gasps of air as he wills his body not to give out from sheer ecstasy.

“Me too,” You respond as you sit up and gaze down at him.

You give him a look that seems to be begging a question — is he still enjoying this? Still wanting this?

He nods and whines, bucking his hips up. You’re sitting too high on him for him to find the friction he is seeking, and he lets out a whimper of defeat.

“By all the gods Rolan, look who is being greedy now”

“Please ma’am, please more”

Your smile could light the whole city, he’s sure of it.

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. Are you going to be good for me?”

He nods excitedly.

You smile again.

Then your eyes roam the room looking for something, he’s not sure quite what until your eyes narrow upon spying your quarry.

“Those will do nicely,” you muse to yourself

“Stay right here, like a good boy,”

He squirms a little in anticipation but heeds your order as he watches you climb off him and the bed. You cross the room toward an open closet that is strewn with old things. Upon one the shelves sits a box of old lengths of silk that matched the curtains in the bedrooms. Rolan hadn’t disposed of it yet, the bedroom closet was one of the last things he planned to worry about in the reorganizing of Ramazith Tower. It’s a blessing in disguise as you select a few lengths and turn to him with that foxlike grin.

“Can I use these?”

You say it so sweetly that Rolan almost forgets for a moment that he’s lying painfully hard on his bed, waiting for you. His heart flips flops in his chest at the way your eyes look innocent against the mischievous shape of your mouth. You are strong, brave, bright, and caring — and he is absolutely taken with you.

“Yes, of course.”

Crossing the room back to him, you take command of the situation once more.

“Get up and take off all your clothes,” You order him with that same sweet smile on your face.

“Yes ma’am”

He almost leaps off the bed and into action. Clawing at his own clothing so quickly that it makes you laugh a little despite the situation. Before too long he is naked before you, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths of anticipation. His cock stands proudly at attention, dripping pre-cum in eagerness of what might come next.

“Good boy,” you say, and he doesn’t even bother to fight the way he beams in response. Not that you’d miss the way your words made his cock twitch.

“Can I tie you up? Would that be okay?”

Rolan nearly passes out at the thought. Never had he considered being tied up in such a manner and now at the mere suggestion of it he is almost coming completely untouched. The whimper of need he responds with is quite loud.

“Please, ma’am,”

“Please what? Good boy?”

He shifts and squirms again. The feelings running through him feel stronger than any wine or drink could ever compare to. Is it possible to be drunk on a person? He wonders to himself. Here he is ready to throw his pride away in this moment for you and he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Please… tie me up…Ma’am”

He grits out the words, still trying to save a little face by trying to hold on to that grouchy personality that protects him from the world.

“On the bed”

You order as you approach and help guide him where you want him with a caring touch. Every so often you drop your face down to a different part of his skin and leave hot kisses in your wake. His body feels like it’s on fire from the combination of stimulation.

“Fuck” He hisses out.

His wrist is in your gentle grasp as you begin to tie it carefully to the closest post. You repeat this action three more times with each limb, so patiently and delicately checking to make sure the knots were firm— but also being sure they wouldn’t cause pain. You looked up at his face questioningly between each, making sure he was still okay and felt safe in this moment.

Rolan was grateful for it. While he didn’t know yet how to articulate it, he was fragile in so many ways from mishandling over his life. From parents who dumped him away as a baby to a city that would exile him for no crime other than existing. Hells, even the damage that his predecessor did to him in the short months of his apprenticeship was more than what the average person might suffer in their lives. Some part of you must have known, always known, he mused to himself, that he was fragile.

And yet you waited patiently for him anyway. He thought.

Rolan hadn’t been in love before and he wasn’t even sure if you even could fall in love with someone as they tied you to a bedpost, but if it was, he was certain that this was the case. He loved you. Now wasn’t the time to tell you, but he would and soon. He’d take you for dinner and by candlelight he’d tell you that he loved you and never wanted to be without you.

But for right now he was just a man tied to his own bed. There was a certain freedom in it he found himself thinking, as strange as it may seem. As soon as you took control, he felt a weight lift from him, the panic about the Tower, the worry over his siblings, the fears of inadequacy that have always haunted them — it’s like you could mute them simply by taking charge. There was a blissful peace in it.

He felt your fingertips ghost up his leg and snapped out of his thoughts, you’d finished securing him and were tracing his infernal ridges as you worked your way back up to him. Finally, you came to sit down on the bed next to him. It was only then that he realized he was nude you were still fully clothed. You looked at him with an almost devilish quality in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He whimpers as his mind reels, trying to parse out what it is he wants. He knows he need only ask.

“T-touch me, please ma’am, touch me”

“Of course, because you asked so sweetly”

You run your hands over his torso, and he immediately groans at the feeling. Your skin is softer than anything he’s ever felt. Brushing your fingers across his nipples gently earns you a hiss that causes him to shift slightly, already seeking relief. His cock is throbbing, impossibly hard from this and he’s certain that he is making a mess of the bedding from the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from it.

“You feel so good Rolan, you’re so warm, I love it”

As you finish your statement one of your hands grazes near his cock ever so slightly and he lets out a loud whine. He finally pulls against his restraints for the first time. The featherlight touches have him close to the precipice before you’ve barely begun, and he is nervous about how long he can last like this.

“You’re so sensitive too, so reactive, it’s perfect”

Your touches continue to his thighs, his abs, finally brushing against his cock once more. Tears well in his eyes and threaten to spill. He can’t form words under these conditions; your praise and your touch have undone him. Then he feels you get off the bed and turns to find you standing once more.

“Noooo” He whines.

“Shhhhh, patience needy one… and you forgot something.”

He gathers his thoughts for a moment.

“Sorry ma’am”

“That’s better, now be patient”

The words are an order, not harshly barked but with enough authority behind them to know that you mean business. He bites his bottom lip to calm himself, careful not to draw blood with his sharp teeth.

You smile down at him as your hands come down to the hem of your tunic to pull it over your head slowly. His chest is pounding in anticipation as you slowly remove each piece of clothing all just out of reach of him. It is both torture and reward, for as you reveal each new bit of skin. He is both thrilled and being driven nearer to madness by the thought of your bare skin against him. After what feels like an eternity you are nude before him and climbing back on to the bed.

Your hand brushes up his cock again. It lurches under your touch, and he groans and tries to position his hips to get more friction.

“This is big, Rolan.”

He can’t help but grin as you grasp him and begin to stroke him. He’s never known where he stood as far as being well-endowed went, but he’ll take your word for it.

“I think you need to make sure I can handle this, want to help?”

He nods eagerly in response, and you smile at him. On your hands and knees, you crawl up the bed to him.

“I think I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours, is that okay?”

“Fuck,” he hisses out almost coming at the thought, “Yes, please, ma’am”

His words come out as individual pants as he writhes against his bonds once more.

Leaning down, you give him another kiss, deep and full of affection. Your tongue brushes against him and you moan a little into his mouth. He smiles into the kiss remembering that you want this just as much as he does. Then you are pulling away to straddle his face and lower yourself gently. His tail comes up to wrap around your ankle as you do so, holding you tight.

“If you need me to move or to stop for any reason, just let go of me with your tail, okay?”

He nods to you, and you lower your dripping cunt down on to his face. He strains against the bonds to raise his head, eagerly licking at every fold. This isn’t something he has a lot of experience in, but he’s been told he’s a quick study and he’s nothing if not enthusiastic. Trying to catalogue every touch you like best, he flattens his tongue against you as he tries to cover more area.

The result is almost immediate as you begin to shake and shudder. He can feel your thighs start to quiver and knows he’s on the right track. Before long he is taking your clit in his mouth, sucking gently and alternating with his tongue. Your moans grow louder, and he can hear you saying his name. His cock drips in excitement, trying to rein himself in to not finish just from the taste of you.

After a few minutes you’re close and he can tell, all he needs to do is push you over the edge. Without the use of his hands, he is struggling to come up with exactly how when it hits him. With a deep breath he presses his nose to your clit as his tongue darts in and out of your hole. He grinds his face slightly against you, being sure to keep a firm pressure. The extra friction is just the thing and with almost a wail, your climax overtakes you. You drench his face with the sweet taste of you while you writhe and shiver as he continues to lick you through it.

“Good boy,” You moan sensuously as you clear the fog of your orgasm.

Lifting from him and repositioning yourself once more, you lean down to kiss his drenched face. Sharing the taste between you which makes you both moan into the kiss. He is pulling against his bonds now. He needs to have you, or he is certain he’ll die. You notice with a coy smile, having wound him up just as you had planned.

“I didn’t forget about you of course” you murmur as you shift down to straddle his desperate cock.

He nods eagerly, so close to the edge already that he is nearly delirious for the release of oblivion under you. Still, he steels himself as he feels your warm heat envelop him, wanting this to last just a little longer if possible. The sound that leaves you as you fully seat yourself on him makes it nearly impossible to hold on. Your head is thrown back, neck exposed, your mouth opens, and you let out the most seductive moan he’s sure he’s ever heard.

His tail comes up to wrap around your waist as you adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck, Rolan, you feel amazing,”

He can’t respond, he’s huffing and fighting to hold on to control — to not cum on the spot. Fighting to not grind his hips up into you to get more of that feeling. It must be truly obvious how close he is, or you must be a mind reader because your next words are just what he needs.

“It’s okay Rolan, you don’t have to hold on, I want you to enjoy this”

He groans again as you begin to bounce yourself on him, his tail seeking to aid your motion. He’s puffing and panting, gods you feel so good,

“Thank… you… ma’am” he pants out to the pace of you riding him.

“My good boy”

With those three words it’s over. He lets out a loud grunt, almost a yell as his eyes roll back. His body lurches against the bonds as his cock pulses within you, filling you with his hot spend. His mind is a blank, all thought having been driven from out at the moment of climax. There is only the feeling.

Without a doubt, this is the hardest he’s ever come before. His head rests back against the bed and his mouth drops open as he continues to jerk up into you slightly with each spurt as he comes down. The first sensation he notes outside of pleasure again is the sound of your calm voice.

“That’s it, that was so good, you’re so good Rolan.”

You’re heaping praise on him, and he allows the combination of everything to sweep him away once more. When he comes to again it’s only minutes later, but he’s been untied and you’re gently cleaning him with a warm towel. You climb into bed with him and check his wrists and ankles, massaging them to soothe any discomfort. After a few minutes he pulls you close to him, and you lean out of his reach to grab a blanket to cover you both. Then you settle back, facing him as he puts his arms around your back, happy to have you in his arms.

The last thing he feels before he slips off to the best sleep he’s had in years, is the feeling of you leaving a kiss on his forehead — just between his horns.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

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merlincmgirl · 16 days ago

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Sex Pollen - Tup x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You’re a scientist working with the 501st collecting samples. Tup has been sent to accompany you on your expedition while camp is being set up.

Characters: Tup, Rex

Pairing: Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 10,849

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, dubious consent because of pollen, slight angst maybe?, pre-established relationship,

Authour's Note: So I was writing this before I went into hospital, so I hope it all makes sense. I've checked it but just in case :)

The planet that you landed on was extraordinarily beautiful and extremely dangerous. The luscious pink trees and blue shrubbery were swaying easily in the warm breeze. The trees were taller than a walker and their trunks were as wide as a house. It was beautiful and to the untrained eye, it was a tranquil place, if you ignored all the dangerous wildlife and venomous plants that dotted the landscape.

The 501st had landed on the planet after reports of Separatist activity and that had been an understatement. The fighting had been finished by the time that you had been escorted on the planet by a squad of troopers. Your job was to research and catalogued fauna and flora for the Republic, to explore if there were any uses that could be garnered from the many different varieties of life that was on planets.

“Doctor, we’re still clearing this sector. I cannot guarantee your safety” Rex repeated firmly, before yelling out orders to a group of troopers setting up communication towers. “Give us a rotation and I’ll have someone escort you to get your samples, but until then I’d remain in the camp” Rex advised, cutting off your arguments.

“Captain Rex, I have complete faith that you’ve cleared these jungles. I just need an hour to collect the samples and then I’ll get on the cruiser and be out of your hair” you assured, following after him.

“Tup! Escort our scientist to collect her samples! I want 30 minutes check ins and under no circumstances is the civvie to head anywhere on her own. Clear?” Rex ordered, as Tup jogged over to him and you.

“Yes sir!”

You studied the trooper in front of you. He was tall, like all the clones, and his helmet held the 501st blue as all the other troopers around you. However, his shoulder plates and his helmet all showed a single blue tear. He held his DC-15 blaster in one hand as he also studied you. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what he was looking for but you hoped it was good.

“Lead the way, ma’am” he instructed, nodding his head at you before gesturing you to head into the jungle in front of him.

“Thank you, Tup. I promise we won’t be too long” you smiled, hoping it would set the tone for the following hour or so.

Pushing through the bushes and the large leaves in your path, you and Tup made your way further into the jungle. It was sweltering, and you regretted wearing your long overalls today while in the field.

The silence that had settled between you two was getting too heavy, and you needed to fill the silence. So you turned to look over your shoulder at Tup, noticing that he was scanning the area around you as you walked.

“I don’t know how you aren’t overheating in all that armour. I’m wearing this and I feel like I’m boiling alive” you stated jovially, tugging at your overalls. You were pleased to see that Tup jumped almost, obviously not expecting conversation with a nat-born.

“Oh… erm our bodysuits are climate controlled. Helps with moving to different planets and that” he explained, unsure if you really wanted to know.

“That makes a lot of sense. Unfortunately, the GAR gives the rest of us these shitty overalls that we’re meant to wear in the field” you complained, waiting for him to catch up with you so you could walk side by side. That seemed to surprise him as well, as he kept attempting to fall back a couple of steps, but you kept slowing your own stride until he seemed to just give up.

“Do you get much chance to go into the field?” Tup asked, voice sounding confused through his modulator.

“No, not really Tup, only time I really get off the ship is because of moments like this. Otherwise I’m stuck on the ship, just observing and testing plants” you chuckled, glancing at the map you had downloaded to help guide you in the jungle as you searched for the plants you needed.

“I haven’t seen you on the ship before or in the mess” Tup realised, helmet tilted towards you, and even through the black visor, you could feel his eyes on you.

“That’s true as well. I don’t really spend much time with people, I tend to keep myself to myself. And my plants of course” you grinned wryly, spotting one of the plants you needed to take samples from.

It was a lovely looking yellow flower, barely reaching ankle height but it had the most curious effect on living beings. It could cause those exposed to it to be in fits of giggles for an hour. There was some hope it could be repurposed and used in the medical fields.

Kneeling down in front of the plant, you were careful to not brush against it or let it get on your skin. Although you didn’t mind a laugh, an hour’s worth of laughter sounded the opposite of fun. Shrugging off your backpack, you collected all the sampling equipment that you needed. Carefully, you took samples of the pollen, petals, stem and roots to test further in your lab.

As you were finishing up, you turned around to see that Tup wasn’t paying any attention to you or his surroundings. Instead, he was bent over a large purple plant with green leathery spots dancing along it’s leaves and stem. You knew exactly what that was and reached out to pull Tup away.

“Ah, I wouldn’t touch that one Tup!” you warned him, tugging him further back and keeping your own mouth covered.

“Why?” he asked, taking several steps back as he looked between you and the flower he had been observing. There was a sense of hesitancy and nervousness as he took in your covered face and he reached up to his own helmet and tugged it further on his head.

“Because otherwise we’ll have to get you to Kix pronto” you explained, cutting back on the detail that he would be feeling quite sick from both ends of his body. Nobody wanted to go through that, and you didn’t want sweet Tup to go through it either.

“Oh… fair enough” he murmured, willing to go with your advice and to stay away from it. “Did you get what you needed?” he inquired, as you knelt down to place the samples in your bag.

“Yes, this specimen has been collected, I’ve only got a couple more to do” you smiled, pushing yourself back onto your feet and swinging your bag back on your shoulders. Tup came forward, helping you slip your arms into the loops. “Thanks Tup” you said, appreciating his kind gesture.

“No problem, mesh’la. Where we heading now?” he murmured, seeming to straighten up and take a step away from you.

You didn’t mind, knowing that he was probably just being respectful and giving you your space. The clones were exceedingly respectful. Truly a breath of fresh air from the men that you had dated in the past. “It’s not far from here, we’ve got to go West for about 10 minutes” you told him, reading the map on your vambrace.

Tup came over to look and he nodded in agreement. “You’re right, shouldn’t take us long to get there. You’re a good map reader, mesh’la” he praised, voice full of admiration as he fell into step beside you once more.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you prayed that he wouldn’t notice. “Thanks, I kind of have to be, otherwise I’d never be able to find the samples in all this wilderness” you chuckled, remembering the time when you had first started and it took you over 2 hours to find the plant. It had been a learning experience for sure.

“With the droids gone, it’s not so bad” he shrugged, pushing away the overhanging branches that blocked your path.

“No, it certainly isn’t” you agreed, flashing a smile at his helmet. Even though his face was obscured, you felt like he was looking at you too, that your eyes were meeting through the black visor. “Although, I’m not sure if this planet would be right for me, it’s boiling hot and we’re not even in the planet’s summer time” you grimaced, pulling at your overalls to try and get some air flowing into them.

As you walked and talked, you came to a small ditch in the jungle floor, a small brook running through it. Tup held his hand out to you, ready to help you across. His glove felt lovely in your hand, and you could feel his warmth seep through the material as he helped guide you steadily over to the other side. “Mind your step, mesh’la” he warned, as you landed wobbly next to him.

Gripping his arm to steady yourself against him, you smiled, glad to have him with you. Getting all dirty and muddy was not on the cards today. “Thank you, Tup” you bid him, squeezing the hand that was in yours once more before pulling away. “The plant should be just along here” you told him, heading off in the right direction but making sure that you stayed close to Tup.

As you walked and talked, you couldn’t help but admire the trooper next to you. He told you about becoming a fully fledged member of Torrent Company and the 501st. After teasingly called him a shiny, he had insisted on telling you how he earned his paint and how the teardrop was representative of the grief and remembrance of his fallen brothers.

“I’m sorry for your loss Tup, it’s never easy losing family” you said softly, reaching to squeeze his elbow in support and sympathy.

“No, but it’s our duty. We do what we have to do” Tup sighed, shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing. It probably was the truth to him, what could he do to change the countless amounts of brothers that had been killed? Nothing, he could only continue to fight and hope the end of the war was coming soon.

Oh this poor man, he had such a sweet and tender soul, he was so sensitive to the war around him and the cost that he and his brothers could pay. You wished that you could end this war, for the sake of him, and the rest of the clones.

“But, I’m glad to have met you. If the war didn’t happen, then this research mission would never have happened and I wouldn’t be here” Tup reminded, bumping his shoulders with yours. He hoped to cheer you up, to not let you become too lost in the thoughts that ran through your head.

A startled laugh escaped you and you turned to look at him in surprise. “Yes, I suppose you’re right, that is a very positive way to look at it” you nodded, “I’m glad to have met you too, Tup. I hope we can continue our talks when we’re back on the ship.”

Even without seeing his face, Tup’s whole body language showed you just how happy he was of the idea as he straightened up, his shoulders relaxing and his head tilted down to yours to give you 100% of his attention.

“Oh, here’s the next one. Sorry, I was so lost in our conversation, I nearly missed it” you grinned, kneeling down in front of Tup and beginning to examine the plant in front of you.

Tup cleared his throat, stepping away before surveying the environment around you both, blaster still resting in his hand, just in case. He kept glancing at you every few seconds though, unable to tear his gaze away from you delicately taking samples of this new plant you wished to study.

“Do you need any help?” he offered, noticing nothing of concern in the area on his HUD display.

“Trying to get this over as soon as possible, Tup?” you teased, placing the root into a glass jaw and sealing it up. You couldn’t help but feel pleased at the shocked splutter he let out at that.

“Of course not, mesh’la! I just meant that it seems unfair for you to do all this work on your own when I’m here to help” Tup explained, hand reaching up to the back of his neck.

If he didn’t have his helmet on, you were sure that he would rub the back of his neck. It seemed that Tup had a nervous tick, and you couldn’t help but find it adorable. Turning to face him, you sent him a reassuring smile.

“I know Tup, don’t you worry. I’m just teasing” you assured, packing everything back into your bag. “Besides, you’re doing the most important job. Making sure I don’t get eaten by wild animals or kidnapped by some errant droids that are hanging around” you pointed out, glad that you had him to watch your back. Again, he reached down to offer you his hand, pulling you back up to your feet. Tup was such a gentleman.

“I wouldn’t count on droids being this far into the forest. They’re more than likely to end up tripped over roots or something” Tup said, hoping to reassure you that you weren’t in any danger, not from the droids at least. Wild animals were still a concern but he would protect you if any of them crossed your path.

“Now that, I can see!” you giggled, nudging Tup slightly to get him moving again. “Honestly, mother nature is wild. It’s not something that an algorithm would ever be able to predict” you informed him, shaking your head at the stupidity of the droids.

“I agree, they can be easy to fool, especially the B1s” Tup nodded, amusement clear in his voice as he thought back to his own experience with the droids and how he and his brothers could destroy them pretty easily.

“They are ridiculous!” you laughed, bumping into him and causing him to let out his own chuckle. “Whoever created them had no reason for making them so sassy” you shook your head, unable to look away from Tup as you felt like the smile on your face was going to make your cheeks sore later on. But Tup was so nice to hang out with, and he was kind and considerate of you, listening you you and being respectful of your opinions, even if they went against his own. He really was a breath of fresh air, and you hoped to continue your talks when you both returned to your duties on the ship. He was just so easy to be with.

As you headed further into the forest, you noticed the path getting smaller, running alongside the edge of a slope that ran further down into a small valley by the looks of it. You went first, insisting it was for the best as you held the map that would help you reach your final specimen.

“Just don’t look down, mesh’la” Tup advised as your eyes wondered over to the slope and travelled all the way down, down, down to the bottom. “Keep moving forward, you’ll be alright” he soothed, resting his hand on your lower back to help move you forward as you were frozen.

Taking in a deep breath, you focused on putting one foot in front of the other, looking ahead of you rather than down.

However, you should have been looking down at your feet. Your foot snagged on a gnarly root sticking up from the ground. “Whoa!” you cried, tripping over the root and feeling yourself start to fall.

“Are you ok-WHOA!” Tup yelled, hand reaching out to steady you. It probably wasn’t the best reaction; however you grabbed onto him instinctively, both of you tumbling down a hill. Tup grabbed at you, trying to place himself around you protectively to take the brunt of the impact.

Groaning, you clung onto him as tightly as you could, closing your eyes as you felt yourself roll and roll, hitting into plants and branches and rocks on the way down. It seemed like forever until you reached the bottom. The air was knocked out of you as Tup landed heavily on your chest, the pair of you dazed as you caught your breaths.

“You okay mesh’la?” Tup groaned, pushing himself up and checking you over.

Thankfully there was no broken bones but you felt sore. Rolling down a hill was a lot different as an adult compared to when you were a child. “I’m okay, just a little sore, are you okay, Tup?” you murmured, brushing away the leaves and brambles that were stuck on you. You noticed a curious pink pollen stuck to your clothes and your hands. Raising it to your nose, it smelled slightly sweet but nothing of concern.

“I’m good, that was quite a fall though. We’ve been knocked off course” he realised, looking back up to the top of the slope where you should have been. “I should update Captain Rex, let him know we’ll be back later than planned” Tup smiled, holding out a hand to you.

Looking up into his helmet, you smiled at the clone, glad that he had some protection on his head. All that armour was probably a good thing in situations such as this. You were lucky that he protected you from the worst of it. Grabbing his hand, you let him haul you back to your feet, surprised when you landed practically against his chest.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” Tup murmured, taking off his helmet and revealing lovely flushed cheeks.

Maker was he handsome! Even though he was a clone, he looked different from others you had seen, his sharp cheekbones and lovely-kissable lips made your heart flutter. The tattoo that was painted on his helmet matched the one on his face, the teardrop under his right eye, adding to his gorgeous face. His hair was pulled up into a tight bun at the top of his head, and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to let that top knot down. “That’s alright, Tup, you didn’t” you assured, squeezing his hand.

However your eyes were drawn to his chest plate and his hands. They were also covered in a thick layer of pink pollen. “Oh, looks like you landed in it too! At least the pink and blue both suit you” you chuckled, brushing some of the pollen off him. His nose scrunched up adorably and you had to bite back the smile that spread across your face.

“It suits you more than me, mesh’la” he smiled wryly, before his vambrace beeped with an incoming message. “I should really answer this. You just sit down, take a couple of deep breathes in and then we should be heading back” Tup instructed, nodding his head to you sweetly before heading further away to take the comm.

Sighing, you sat back on the ground, trying to ignore the ache in your shoulders and back. Maker you would be sore tomorrow. Although Tup had protected you from the worst of the fall, his plastoid armour was still hard and heavy. When he had pressed down on you with every roll, you had felt the way the armour had no give, instead building pressure against you with every roll. It didn’t matter, as long as you both were okay, but you were sure you’d no doubt have a few bruises and scratches from Tup’s armour. Not that you minded him leaving a few bruises on you, he could leave a few more if he wanted.

Frowning, you pulled yourself back with that thought. Where had that idea came from? Yes Tup was very attractive, but you had only just met him, you barely knew anything about each other. So why were you thinking about Tup pressing marks into your skin, marking you anywhere he wanted.

Shaking your head to try and clear it, you absently brushed the pink pollen away from your chest. Maybe it was the heat that was getting to you, or maybe it was the events of the day changing rapidly. Whatever the reason, you refused to objectify Tup like that. He was a soldier, and one that you wanted to know even more.

It took a few moments before you realised that white boots were in your vision and you looked up to see Tup staring at you with a soft, affectionate look before he tapped on his vambrace.

“That was the Captain, he’s been informed of our delay. He ordered us to collect the sample as quickly as possible and then make our way back to camp” he informed you before bringing up a map of the area on his vambrace. “We should head up this way to get back on the path we need. It’s too dangerous to walk up the slope again, it’s much too steep, and I don’t want to risk you getting hurt if you were to fall again” Tup instructed, pointing out the map to you and the key areas.

“Of course, that sounds like the best plan!” you mumbled, pushing yourself up and brushing yourself off. You had a job to do, it was important for the war effort and it would help the GAR. Whatever you were feeling didn’t matter when compared to the mission at hand.

“Come on then mesh’la” he encouraged, waiting for you to lead the way.

As you walked, you unfortunately had to take the long way to your final plant, and you couldn’t help but feel flushed. It was getting increasingly humid, and you were trying to fan yourself as much as possible as you walked. It felt like your legs were walking through jelly, feeling drained and heavy as you pushed yourself forward. The conversation between you and Tup had dried up, almost as quickly as any moisture on your body in this consuming heat.

Frowning, you loosened your clothes as much as possible, trying to cool down and keep your focus on getting to the other plant that you had to investigate and collect a sample from. It felt like your brain was going to melt, your thoughts scattering as you longed for a reprieve.

Stumbling forward, Tup’s hand shot out and gripped your elbow, keeping you on your feet. His helmeted head tilted at you, silently asking if you were alright. “I’m good, must be all this heat” you assured him, standing up straighter and gripping the straps of your bag to keep you upright.

“Here, drink this. I think there’s a ravine not too far from our next target location. We can refill our canteens then” Tup offered, handing over his water canteen for you to take a drink from.

Murmuring a quiet thank you, you pressed the cool metal to your lips, taking a delicious sip of water. It cooled your parched throat, helping to cool you down a little. As your mouth was against the rim, a sudden thought rushed to the front of your brain. Tup must have drunk from this as well, your mouths pressed against the same rim of his canteen, your saliva mixing like it would with a kiss. Instantly that brought images up of Tup kissing you, how his mouth would feel against your own, his gentle lips prying yours open to deepen the kiss.

Blood rushed to your face and the heat returned once more, searing through your body and stopping at your core. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the thoughts and images that your mind conjured up.

“Everything alright?” Tup questioned, seeing the way you flushed and had stopped drinking. He rested a hand on your shoulder, hoping the supportive weight would help you feel grounded. Maybe he should have run a scan on you to make sure you weren’t injured.

Pulled back to your senses, you quickly nodded, plastering a strained smile on your face. “I’m alright, thank you Tup” you replied, handing him back his canteen. “We should get a move on. We’re not too far away from the other plant” you reminded, stepping away from him in the hope to hide your flushed face and just how nice it felt to have him standing so close to you.

Kriff! You had to get a grip! This was no way to act around Tup, especially when he was helping you and keeping you alive from who knows what creatures in this forest. You shook your head, pushing the thoughts of Tup and how amazing he would feel against you from your mind. You had a job to do and you would do it.

Finally, after walking for a bit longer, you managed to find the last of your flowers that you would have to sample. Collecting everything you needed was harder this time, it felt like your limbs moved at a sluggish pace, as though unwilling to follow through on your instructions. Cursing quietly, you took a sample of the root and shoved it into the jar that you needed to put it in.

Breathing heavily, you glanced around to see Tup bent over, examining something on the bark of a tree. It was harmless, only the moss that was native to this region. But what really drew you attention was the way his skid-plate hugged the curves of his ass. The way the black material stretched underneath it, giving just a small hint to what he would look like without the armour in the way. It would be a very distracting ass you were sure.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise that Tup had turned, and your gaze was still locked onto where his ass had been. Now, his codpiece was firmly in your eye sight and you could just imagine how uncomfortable they must be to wear if they were suddenly aroused.

A cough caught your attention, and you were mortified to look up into Tup’s expressionless helmet. Curse those things for taking away your ability to read his face. He must be so uncomfortable right now, noticing how you were leering at him. Thank the stars that he couldn’t read your thoughts, otherwise he’d be running back to camp without you.

“Sorry… er I… was erm… thinking” you stuttered out, internally wincing when those words were not helpful.

“It’s alright, mesh’la” he assured.

Was it your imagination that his voice seemed a lot more huskier even through the speakers of his helmet? It couldn’t be, Tup wouldn’t see you like that, you’d only just met the man.

“Just wondering if you’re finished up? We can refill our canteens up on the way and still make good time” Tup suggested, kneeling beside you to help gather everything up.

“Thanks Tup, you’re a gentleman” you smiled, carefully packing up your specimen bag and glancing up at him. You were so close you could feel the heat radiate off him, even with his armour in the way. If only he could just take off his helmet, you’d be able to see those beautiful eyes once more.

His hand came to rub the back of his neck before falling down when he realised it did nothing with the plastoid in the way. “Er thanks… you’re welcome” he stumbled over his words, before once again offering you his hand to help you stand. He rubbed his gloved thumb over your hand as he felt you squeeze it in return.

You led the way, glancing down at your map every so often to make sure you stayed on course. Although, with Tup behind you, it was comforting to know that if you veered off, he’d be able to steer you back on course. It was good to have someone so competent and talented with you. Because at the moment, you didn’t think you were 100% focused as you should be.

Sweat was beading along your neck and it was getting even hotter as you trekked back onto the path you were meant to be on. You pulled at the neck of your shirt, feeling the material stick uncomfortably to your skin. Why was it getting hotter? The sun was starting to get lower in the sky, it should be getting cooler.

“Tup… is it?… Is it getting hotter out here?” you mumbled, reaching up to wipe the sweat from your brow.

“You feeling it too?” he huffed, taking off his helmet and swiping at his own forehead. He pushed a strand of curly hair away from his eyes and shook his head.

“Yeah… I think we’re gonna have to stop Tup” you suggested, resting back against a tree trunk. You reached for your canteen, cursing when it was nearly empty. Only a few drops left inside of it. You’d filled it up not long ago, when you had stopped for a break and to refill both of your canteens. Had you really been that hot to not notice you’d nearly emptied the canteen already?

“Here, have mine. I’ve got to update the Captain on our position” Tup offered, handing you his water canteen and stepping a little away from you.

Sending him a grateful smile, you placed the bag down and sat on a nearby rock, taking eager sips of water from Tup’s canteen. You resolutely pushed aside the thoughts of once more locking lips with Tup.

Resting a hand on your chest, you could feel the way your heart was beating rapidly. Too quick even for walking through the forest. After resting and drinking, it should be going down, however it seemed to be remaining stubbornly high. Frowning, you checked your exposed skin, seeing how your skin was darkened from the heat. Your breaths were coming too fast as well, the humid air not doing anything for help. Something wasn’t right, you could feel it.

Suddenly it hit you, all that combined with the heat meant that you were having a reaction of some kind. Tup was also feeling the heat, his whole body covered with a layer of sweat. Even with his climate controlled blacks on. The thought of the pink pollen that had clung to both you and Tup after rolling down the hill came to mind. You had both been covered in the stuff, and you had sniffed it as well. That must be what you were both reacting to.

Wracking your brain, you thought of all the plants that could produce sweet smelling, sticky pollen that was native to this planet or system. You could think of a few that would cause this reaction, but none of them were from this planet, but was native to another a few planets over.

Tup came back while you were lost in thought, trying to figure out what was going on with you. He sat down beside you, gently taking the canteen back and taking a swig from it himself. He sighed heavily, running a hand over his brow before shifting uncomfortably on the ground.

“Tup?” you murmured, and he hummed in response, glancing up at you from his position at your feet. “Can you remember what plants we fell in, Tup?” you wondered, shrugging off the top of your overalls, tying them around your waist.

“I’m not too sure, I think I saw a flower that looked like this” he frowned, tracing a long, elegant petalled flower. It had a thick, twisted stem from what he could draw into the dirt.

Coupled with the pink pollen, you instantly recognised just what type of plant you were dealing with. The dread settled in your stomach, the cool panic almost a relief against the rising heat that was going on with the rest of your body. You had disregarded this plant because it shouldn’t be here, it didn’t mean it wasn’t.

“Tup, I’m so sorry! Things might be getting a bit awkward very soon. We landed in a patch of aphrodisiac plants that are native to the system. However they’ve never been found on this planet, I don’t know how they’ve managed to come over, but they’re an invasive species. The effects only last until the urges are sated, but they’re fast acting. It’s why we’re already sweating, a higher heart rate, increase pupils and… uh increase urges” you explained, cheeks flushing as you felt the affect of the plant. Your stomach cramped, and you knew it would get worse the longer you left it.

Now that you recognised what was going on, you couldn’t help but notice the slick feeling in your pants and the way your thighs had been rubbing together all the time you had been sitting down. Glancing into his eyes, you could indeed see how blown his pupils were, the brown almost completely disappeared. You could imagine your own eyes were pretty similar.

Kriff! This would be so embarrassing, you didn’t know if you could make it all the way back to camp like this. It already felt like too much for you.

Tup shifted a bit further away, biting his lip as he pressed on his codpiece. He’d been feeling the affects for a while, putting it down to the climate and the trekking for specimens. However, even he hadn’t been able to ignore the way that his blacks had tightened considerably with every twitch of his cock. The way his blood had rushed down to chub him up as his eyes strayed to your tantalising hips and your ass.

He had been reprimanding himself all through the walk, reminding himself that this was a civilian contractor, a nat-born as well, they didn’t take kindly to any reminders that he was flesh and blood. But you had been different and it had been hard to look away from how beautiful you were. Especially when he had caught you looking at him as well. To know you were feeling the same way towards him as well… it made him feel consumed with want and need for you.

“We… we have to… give into our urges to make it stop?” Tup questioned, not knowing how to approach this. It certainly wasn’t part of his lessons back on Kamino.

“Yeah, I uh, think you might have to call for a pick up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage walking back to camp, I’m sorry Tup” you winced, feeling the throbbing in your core become more pronounced as his tongue came out to flick against his lip.

“Not your fault, mesh’la. You didn’t plan for this” Tup assured, wiping his brow. “It might take a while for them to reach us” Tup admitted, noticing the density of trees around them. His brothers wouldn’t be able to land a craft or drive a speeder through here.

“Kriff! We might have to deal with this ourselves. I can go over there and you can stay here and we can… we can pleasure ourselves until it’s out of our system” you suggested, somehow your face grew hotter and hotter, even though you already felt on fire.

Tup groaned, eyes flickering shut at the thought of you going off to touch yourself. But still, a part of his brain reminded him of the possible dangers you could face if you were lost in pleasure. He wouldn’t be able to protect you if you went too far away from him and danger came for you.

“We could… we could stay here together… help each other?” he breathed, unsure how you would react to his suggestion. You had only just met and now he was offering for you to sleep together to stop this urge and desperation that was clawing at you both.

“I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to” you sighed, unable to stop reaching for him and laying a hand on his arm.

Tup’s eyes met yours, the lust and desire hard to miss in his gaze, but he frowned heavily at your words. “You wouldn’t be” he promised, sure of that. It was cute how you worried about taking this choice away from him, but he was certain of how he felt about this, about you. He only hoped you felt the same.

“Sleeping together would work” you confirmed, gaze falling to the way he was panting, his lips parted and already moist from the way he kept licking them.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Tup asked again, beads of sweat already pooling across his brow once more, and he swiped them away in frustration. He already began unclipping his armour, the chest plate falling to the floor as he stood to help get rid of the rest. It helped a little, but not a lot, the heat still racing through him.

“Yes, I’m sure Tup. Are you? I can… I can deal with this myself if you don’t want to do this” you said, offering him a way out. Even at the painful stomach cramps were starting to become constant. Whining softly, you pressed a hand to your stomach.

“I’m sure, mesh’la… I… you’re lovely and maybe after all this is over… we can go out… maybe” Tup muttered, and his face went impossibly redder and he groaned at the sight of you standing and beginning to pull your top over your head.

“Tup, I want that too. But now, I really need you to come over here and touch me” you growled, wanting to feel the way his body would feel against yours, the hard angles of his chest pressing into your soft curves. You could just imagine how those lips would feel wrapped around your breasts. Moaning, you gritted your teeth against the tide of want-need-pleasure that washed over you.

As soon as the words had left your lips, Tup was closing the distance he had self imposed between you, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck and dragging you to him. His lips slotted over your own, the kiss passionate and desperate as you tugged on his blacks, pulling him as close as possible to you. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pushing your overalls off until they pooled at your feet. Tightening his grip around your waist, he picked you up, moving you away from them and allowing you to kick off your boots.

Moaning into his mouth, you pulled away with a heaving chest as you looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. The pupils were blown wide, only leaving a lovely ring of brown around it. He was just as desperate and affected as you by the pollen, and you could feel it in the way that he was pressing against you as well. Slipping your hands down from his chest, you trailed them down until you reached his codpiece. If he was just as needy as you, then you couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable this must be feeling at the moment. So you deftly unclipped it from his blacks and threw it behind him somewhere, not caring where it landed.

Tup let out a loud groan of relief, before pressing his hard covered cock against you. Hearing the soft gasp you let out at that, he began grinding into you, the friction giving him no relief against the burning need pulsing through him.

“Kriff, mesh’la, I need to have you. Please, please let me taste you” he pleaded, burying his face into your neck and raining open mouth kisses along there.

The thought of his mouth drinking in your juices, sucking at your clit and his tongue pushing inside of you had you digging your nails into his bronze skin. “Yes! Fuck yes, I want that Tup” you hissed out, stomach cramping at the thought of him.

Tup grinned against the side of your neck before pulling away and drawing you into another kiss, his hands working on releasing you from your bra, while yours tugged on the top of his blacks.

Growling in annoyance, you pulled away from Tup and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it of and over his head with little gentleness. You wanted to feel him, to see his gorgeous body for yourself, not let it be hidden beneath the annoying blacks that the troopers wore.

Chuckling at your enthusiasm, Tup laid it down on the ground, reaching for your overalls to do the same. He laid it out as best as he could in a makeshift blanket before grabbing your hand and pulling you to lie down. “I don’t want to hurt you by fucking you against a tree, mesh’la. And I’m sorry we couldn’t do this in a bed, so this is the next best thing” he apologised, wanting to make you comfortable as much as possible.

Maker this man! How was he so sweet and thoughtful in a time like this. Cupping his face, you gave him a bright smile. “All I want is you Tup, it don’t matter if we’re in a bed or in a forest. That you’re worried about that… I’m just so glad that it was with you Tup” you sighed, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him down with you in a kiss. Carefully, you let your fingers undo his topknot, and you were rewarded with his long curls cascading down around you. He was gorgeous, and the sigh of pleasure Tup let out as you ran your fingers across his scalp had slick soaking into your already drenched panties.

Tup kissed along your cheeks, reaching the hinge of your jaw and letting his teeth graze over it before he worked his lips down your neck. “So soft, you’re so soft” he murmured, hand coming up to tilt your face upwards so he could have more room exploring your neck. He lavished attention on you, marking and sucking bruises into your pretty skin.

You sighed, running your hands through his curls and tugging at the long strands. His groans vibrated against your neck and you couldn’t help but repeat the action, enjoying the way you were affecting him. “So sweet, Tup, you sound so pretty” you breathed, eyes slipping closed as he kissed his way past your collarbones and down your chest. Every touch of his skin felt soothing against your heated skin. Like aloe Vera against a burn, soothing and cool against the fire that had spread through you.

Tup groaned, nuzzling his nose against your breasts at the way your fingers felt against him. His large hands trailed across your stomach, along your sides and up to your breasts, cupping them in each hand. Ducking his head, he captured your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nub and squeezing your mounds. His thumb gently brushed against your other nipple, encouraging it into a stiff peak that he could play with and pinch.

“Tup!” you gasped, tugging at his hair to pull him up to kiss him. He relented, allowing you to drag him up your body to press your lips against his, tongues playing and sliding against each other. Letting out a small moan, you wrapped your leg around his waist to secure him to you. His hand squeezed your nipple before he nipped at your bottom lip and pulled away. Groaning, you felt your cramps come back as he stopped kissing and caressing you. “Don’t stop!” you grumbled, trying to pull him back to you.

“I want to taste you, mesh’la. It won’t stop until I get a taste of you” he growled, kissing down your body and hissing at the flash of heat that settled in his stomach. If he didn’t get his mouth on you, he knew he would combust. Groaning, he kissed along your stomach until he reached your pants, and he quickly hooked his fingers beneath the material and tugged it off.

As soon as they were off your legs, he wasted no time in burying himself into your core, the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth soothing you. He kitten licked at your clit for a moment before dragging his tongue down, parting your folds and groaning at the taste of you bursting along his tongue.

You cried out, one hand gripping onto his hair, the other digging into his shoulder, little crescent marks littering his skin. Your racing heart settled a little, but the need to feel Tup increased, and you tugged him harder into your core.

“That’s it sweetheart, show me what you want” Tup groaned, hands gripping your thigh and tugging you closer to his mouth. He threw your legs over his shoulder, they were spread wide as he fitted his broad self against you. He sounded so eager to taste more of you, little moans and growls falling from his mouth, as he sucked one of your folds into his mouth, running his tongue against it up and down before dropping back to your entrance. His tongue prodded at your hole before slowly licked into you, opening you up for him as gently as possible.

As you felt him slide his tongue inside of you, a surge of pleasure washed over you, taking your breath away. Cursing softly, you threw your head back, not really focused on the treeline above you, Tup was taking too much of your attention with the way he kept you still for him as he feasted on you. Whining, your bucked your hips up into his mouth, searching for more of his talented tongue.

However Tup pulled away, sending you a teasing look. You almost growled at him in response. “So eager, mesh’la, are you that needy?” he asked, hands running up and down your quivering thighs.

“You said to show you what I wanted, and I am” you complained, pout forming on your face as you reached to stroke down his arm. He shivered and you couldn’t help but grin, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and trailing along his chest.

Tup sent you a contrite grin before leaning forward to peck at your lips. “Alright mesh’la, I did say that. Lie back down for me, I still want to be able to taste you on my tongue for days afterwards” he grinned, helping you to lie back down. He settled himself back in between your legs, nuzzling into your inner thigh before sucking a mark there.

Sighing at the bruise that would blossom there, you couldn’t think of a better reminder of what was happening to you when you looked in the mirror after this.

Seemingly to have enough of teasing you, he returned to your dripping entrance, surging forward to drink you down and tease you with his tongue. One hand came to grip at your thigh, pushing them wider to fit his broad shoulders and the other came to press alongside his tongue inside of you. He collected your slick and his saliva before sliding his finger into your entrance.

“Tup!” you moaned, twirling his strands between your fingers and pulling him closer to you. He chuckled against you, lips pressing open mouthed kisses up to your clit before taking it into his luscious lips. Tup moaned around you, losing himself in the taste of you bursting along his tongue while his finger stretched you out before he pressed a second finger into you.

Groaning at the stretch of his thick fingers, you pushed back into him, trying to get him to give you more. The heat was building more and more, and you could already feel Tup helping to make you feel good, pushing you towards the edge as he sucked harshly on your clit, fingers curling and scissoring inside of you.

You reached down to guide his hand, showing him just what you liked. Tup groaned, letting his hand follow your instruction as his tongue flicked at your clit, drawing maddening circles against your button of pleasure. However, just as you felt yourself approach the edge of release, it all stopped. It was like there was no other way to continue, you hit a wall and couldn’t finish.

Grunting in irritation, you bucked your hips into Tup’s face, trying to chase the pleasure that he was giving you. “Please, Tup! Please, right there, please!” you begged, desperate to reach that release. Whining softly, you tugged and bucked into him but nothing happened. Even when Tup pressed a third finger into you, curling them and rubbing against the spot that always made you see stars, again nothing happened.

Tup gave your clit a lazy suck and pulled away, frown forming on his face as he saw your distress. “Mesh’la? Are you okay?” he whispered, crawling up your body and cupping your face.

“It’s not working Tup!” you whined, already feeling the heat and cramps returning to you as your heart raced. “I can’t cum, not on your fingers or your mouth” you sighed, tears brimming as your need for Tup increased.

“I’m sorry” Tup apologised, face falling as he pressed closer into you. “What can I do to help?” he asked, thinking of different positions or ways he could use his mouth to make sure you could cum with him. He hated seeing you in pain, the pollen still pulsing in your veins as you demanded satisfaction, something he wasn’t able to give you at the moment.

“No… not you” you mumbled, shaking your head and dragging your hands down his back. “I don’t think it’ll work until we… until we… fuck!” you hissed, burying your head into the crook of his neck. The cramps were rolling through you, and you could barely keep still as you tried to find relief. Tup let out a shaky moan as you warm, wet centre connected with his covered length. His hips ground down into you, and you let out a stuttered moan at the heat that was pulsing in between you two.

“We were… we were mesh’la” he gasped, as you licked at the hinge of his jaw, grazing your teeth along it and causing him to shudder.

“No I mean… need you to fuck me… need your cock. Only way Tup, please” you begged, hands sliding down his gorgeous body and finding the trail of dark hair that led to his lower blacks. You pushed them over his slim hips, and he lifted up enough to push them off his long legs before returning back to you.

“Yeah, yeah mesh’la… I need to be inside of you. Please, I need to feel you” Tup murmured, his own need and the fire in his veins getting worse. Already he could feel the sweat bead across his skin, as he lay open mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

Unable to resist any more, you let out a huff of air, trying to calm your racing heart and your erratic breathing. As you went to turn over onto your hands and knees, Tup gripped at your waist, stopping you. “No, I want to see your face… please” he begged, thumb rubbing delicious circles into your hips that had your mind going hazy at the gentle, reassuring touch. Nodding, you pulled him further into you, your legs curling with his as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

Tup settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider so he could press his cock against you. He ran his hands up and down your inner thighs, squeezing them and admiring the handfuls he could grab. His cock slid between your folds, head nudging at the bundle of nerves.

“Tup!” you gasped, hooking a leg around his waist to tug him closer to you. You had enough with teasing, you felt like you would self-combust if you didn’t have his cock inside of you right now.

“I know, mesh’la” he cooed, hips rocking and sliding his cock against you even more. He groaned as you reached for him, warm hands sliding over his chest and shoulders. Unable to resist any more, Tup gripped the base of his cock, lining it up to your slicked entrance and only pushed in the tip of his cock.

Even after having his mouth and fingers working you open, there was an initial burn of pain as he stretched you with the head of his cock. Moans filled the air, both yours and Tup’s as he slowly pressed further inside of you. The head of his cock was wide, but it tapered down to a thinner shaft that was long and seemed never ending as he penetrated you.

Having him inside of you was already cooling down the heat that was burning through your veins, replacing it with a fire that was much more recognisable as your own desire. Gasping as he finally bottomed out into you, balls pressed to your ass, you whined, looping your arm around his neck and bringing Tup down for a kiss.

It was as passionate and kind as him, even when he nipped at your bottom lip it was full of affection, and you clung onto him tighter. The feel of him filling you up inside and the way his lips felt against yours was fanning the flames in your core.

“So beautiful, you’re so perfect” Tup panted, pulling away to lay a steadying hand on your hip. “Can I move?” he asked, jaw fluttering as you tightened around him at the question. He had to control himself from grinding further into you.

“Yes! Please Tup, I want you to move” you pleaded, running your hands down his sides until you met his ass, squeezing the cheeks and encouraging him to move.

Tup flashed you a soft smile before pulling out, a groan falling from his lips just as a moan fell from yours. He looked down to see his cock slide out of you, his length already sticky with your arousal before he drove back into you.

The gasp that you let out echoed around the clearing as you felt yourself open up more for him. Forcing your eyes open, you met his gorgeous, honey-coloured eyes, watching as he took in the way your mouth fell open. Lust and desire burned fiercely in his eyes, but there was also affection and care, he wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself as well. You hoped that he could see that reflected in your own eyes as well.

Rolling his hips back, Tup set out a steady pace, but the need to drive into you was getting stronger and stronger with each thrust. His heart was racing, heat was coiling in his stomach and at the base of his neck – the pollen demanding satisfaction – but he wanted to make sure that he didn’t hurt you.

“It’s okay, Tup! Fuck! Oh” you cried, wrapping both of your legs around him. “I won’t break, I can take it” you managed to get out between his powerful thrusts, spearing you open around him.

Tup growled, jaw tightening as he gripped the legs around his waist and pushed them further into your chest. He leant forward, hips beginning to drive down into you at a pace that was almost too much.

“Fuck! Fuck Tup!” you sobbed, each thrust of his cock driving deeper into you at the change of position. It was sending your pleasure rocketing, the feel of his wide tip forcing it’s way in between your walls, the way you clenched around him making him feel even bigger and longer inside of you. Reaching up, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging hard on the strands so he would look at you.

The trooper let out a loud, broken moan at the feel of your fingers pulling at his hair, and his hips rocked into yours harder. His eyes met yours, blown wide with pleasure and lust now that he was fucking into you.

“So good, so good mesh’la, feel perfect around me” he groaned, angling his hips slightly and cursing as he felt you clenched down on him. He gripped your tender thighs strongly, fingers digging into the plush flesh and knowing you would have bruises in the shape of his fingers long after this.

“Right there! Oh! Right there Tup” you begged, feeling the way his cock suddenly brushed against that spot inside of you. With each thrust in and withdrawal out, it rubbed against you and made you clutch tighter onto him.

Panting heavily, you pulled him down towards you, crying out as your legs were pressed into your chest, leaving little room between you and Tup. One of his hands came to squeeze at your breast, groaning when he pinched at the stiffened peak as he continued to pound you into the dirt.

The coil inside of you grew tighter and tighter and you knew this would be it. He would make you cum, make you shake as you finally found your release. It felt like you were gushing around him already, and you couldn’t suppress the cries and moans that you let out at every thrust of his lithe hips against yours.

Tup hissed out, nuzzling his face against yours and squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to keep up the rhythm he had set. “I don’t- I can’t- I won’t last” he panted out, hips faltering already as he felt his balls tighten and raise up. The wave of pleasure was already washing over him, he didn’t think he would last much longer.

“’T’s okay, want you, want to feel you cum inside me” you mumbled, brushing your lips against his as you cupped his face reassuringly.

Tup gritted his teeth and shook his head, the hand on your chest snaking down in between you to flick at your clit. You let out a sob, ecstasy flooding you at the move and you held onto him tighter. “Want you… want you to cum with me… please” he begged, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves.

The sound of him begging and the way he expertly pushed and rubbed at your clit had you sobbing, nodding your head in agreement. You’d do whatever he wanted just as long as he kept fucking you like this.

“Cum with me. Please cyare, cum with me” he grunted, hips beginning to falter as he felt his release wash over him.

You let out a wail, walls shuddering and clutching at his cock as you fell off the edge. Love, pleasure and satisfaction washed over you, it felt like every one of your nerves were firing off as you came around him. Barely able to catch your breath as the force of your release had you trembling around Tup.

You forced your eyes open, determined to see the way Tup’s brow furrowed, his teardrop moving with the motion and the way his mouth fell open, hitched breaths leaving his lips. Warmth flooded through you as Tup’s shot his load inside of you, his body shuddering and trembling against your own. Distantly you were thankful that you had the implant, because you could still feel him twitching inside of you.

As you both caught your breaths, Tup rolled himself off you and pulled you onto his chest. The flamed desperation that had built inside of you because of the pollen was gone, leaving you both feeling pleasantly buzzed and sated. But that was probably down to the best orgasm of your life.

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his large palms stroking up and down your back. It felt nice to touch you so intimately without the clawing need burning through his body. He regretted that this would be a one time thing. There was no way you’d want him after this.

“I feel like I’m never going to be sad again. Like I’m floating on cloud nine and I don’t want to ever come down” you murmured, resting your head on his chest, listening to the way his heart stuttered at your words before beating fiercely. It was incredibly soothing to hear the beat of his heart and feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

“Me too. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good” Tup murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Not even when you were selected to be part of the 501st?” you inquired, leaning your head on his chest and looking up into his beautiful, soulful eyes. You could imagine being picked to be part of the infamous 501st would be a turning point for any young trooper.

“Not even then, Mesh’la” he grinned back, using his strength to pull you up his body so he could give you a gentle kiss.

Feeling warmth settle into your bones at his words, you allowed yourself a few more minutes to just cuddle up with Tup, letting yourselves relax into each other and listen to the sounds of the forest around you. It would be the only moment you two would have together, and you didn’t want it to end too soon. You felt so safe and warm in his arms, like the world just disappeared around you as long as he held you close to him.

Sighing heavily, Tup brushed his lips against yours one last time before he pulled away. “We’re going to have to get up, mesh’la” he murmured, glancing at the sky. The sun was beginning to set, dusk would soon be upon them and they still had to make it back to camp. Listening to your grumbles of protest, he couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing you back in for a kiss before you pushed yourself away from him.

“Fine! Fine! I guess we’ll have to. But I want it noted that I was perfectly content to just lie here for the rest of the night” you protested, looking around for your clothes.

“Duly noted” he smiled, sending you a wink and a cocky salute.

After pulling your clothes back on, you watched Tup skilfully pull on his armour and tie his hair up into a neat top knot once more. If anyone was to look at him, they’d had no idea that you had both been infected with sex pollen and had fucked it out of your systems. You really didn’t want to forget about what happened between the two of you.

Even though you had been infected by the sex pollen, you still had never felt such a connection with anybody else before. The way you both moved together felt so natural and even before, it was so easy to talk to Tup, discussing many topics that you didn’t think he would like but showed you knowledge in those areas. Tup was a breath of fresh air, and you wanted to take him all in.

“Hey, maybe after we leave here… you could join me… for caf… in the mess?” you stuttered, grimacing at how unsure you sounded. You didn’t want to force him to be in your company, not after the way you two had fucked because of a plant. He might not want anything to do with you.

A relieved look passed over Tup’s face, his cheeks colouring slightly as he ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’d like that… a lot, mesh’la” he smiled softly, hope flaring in his chest. He wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to get to know you better, treat you like he would have done if he had met you properly.

Before you could reply, an annoying beep was let out from Tup’s vambrace, pulling you both back to reality. Tup scooped it up, and when he answered, the profile of Captain Rex greeted you. “Tup, where are you? You’re late checking in and you should have been on the way back ages ago” Rex reminded, lips thinning and eyes showing both his frustration and concern for his brother.

“Sorry Captain, there was a bit of a complication but it’s sorted now. We’re returning back to camp” Tup reported, instantly falling back into the role of soldier.

“Alright, just hurry up. It’ll be dark soon vod’ika, I don’t want to have to come get you myself, understand?” Rex sighed heavily, shaking his head.

You could see just how much Rex cared for his men and brothers. No doubt he would be the first to come and look for you as soon as it got dark – and he wouldn’t be as annoyed as he demonstrated he would me.

“Of course, Captain, we’re on the move now” Tup assured, sending his ori’vod a small smile before signing off.

Smiling, you gathered your things and slipped your hand into Tup’s. He squeezed it, and you couldn’t help but lean against him as he grabbed his blaster in his other hand. “Come on, looks like we’d best be getting back. I want to take you on our caf date as soon as possible” you told him, making him gape at you.

“A date?” he breathed, as though the thought hadn’t occurred to him that was what it would be.

“A date” you said firmly, leaning up to brush your lips against his.

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 9

Just moving right along with these. Here I introduce two new people to befriend Steve. Because I like Steve having friends his own age that he hasn’t trauma bonded to. Starting tomorrow I’ll be putting up a little plot bunny that got away from me but have no fear, this one will return.

On the tagging, I HAVE REACHED MY HARD AND FAST LIMIT OF 50. I love the response this story has gotten. I do. I love you all. I love every reply, like, and reblog. It brings me so much joy, you don’t even know. But tagging is hard for my ADHD brain. I have gone up from 20 to 30 and finally 50 as my system improved but I think if I do any more than that I’ll go insane. So any future tagging requests will be ignored. Sorry.

The best way to keep update on these stories is follow me and set me on notifications. I rarely do a lot of reblogging these days (too busy churning out stories like whoa), so more often then not a post will be a story. I try to post at least once a day (some times twice if I’m trying to rush through the posting a bit like I did to make sure the Valentine fic got out in time without making people wait on Vamp!Eddie), just never at set time.

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Steve was biting his nail as he waited his turn at the back of the crowd to see if he had made it.

“Ain’t doing it for this time, big boy,” Eddie told him. “I will stay for emotional support though.”

Steve gave Eddie’s arm a squeeze. “Thanks, man. I’m just so nervous.”

Finally they got to the front of the line and Steve’s finger slid down the list and next Thompson was Steve Harrington.

“I got it!” he said jumping up and down. “I got it!” He hugged Eddie.

And Eddie gave him a small tap on the back in return.

“We need to celebrate!” Steve said. “I’m taking everyone out to dinner.”

Eddie laughed. “The whole school, huh? Man, I knew you were rich, but that’s a lot.”

Steve playfully shoved at him. “Noooo...I mean you and the rest of Corroded Coffin. If it wasn’t for you guys I wouldn’t have ever tried out and I want to thank everyone.”

“Sounds great, pretty boy,” Eddie said. He turned Steve around and pushed him toward his first class. “Now go, before you’re late.”

Steve laughed and started walking. He looked over his shoulder and smiled softly.

Butterflies took off in his stomach looking at Eddie. He shook his head and went to class. That was another thought for another time. If he was going to graduate, he couldn’t be late.

Eddie went to go pick Steve for the celebration dinner but when he pulled up to the house there was a shiny silver BMW in the driveway and the front door was open.

Shit, shit, shit.

He wasn’t going to back out now. Steve needed him. He got out of the van and skipped up to the door.

He knocked on the door frame and an elegant woman in her early forties came out of one of the side rooms.

“Who are you?” she asked, taking in his band tee and ripped black jeans with a sneer.

He held out his hand. “Edward Munson, ma’am. Steve and I are in math together.”

Just then Steve came out of his room with his dad. Mr Harrington looked thunderous and Steve more than a little frightened.

“Eddie!” Steve called out.

“What’s all this then?” Mr Harrington boomed.

“Stevie and I are doing a project in math,” Eddie explained with a grin. “Mr Vinke assigned pairs to research noted mathematicians. We picked Gosta Mittag-Leffler, the dude that is the reason the Noble prizes don’t have a math award.”

Mrs Harrington turned to her son. “Couldn’t you have worked with any of your friends?”

Steve blushed.

“It’s just Tommy and Carol in that class and since they wanted to work together, Mr Vinke put me with Eddie.”

“Can’t be helped, I suppose,” Mr Harrington said gruffly.

“I’m here to pick him up to go to the library,” Eddie explained. “But we can do it tomorrow if you’re busy?”

Steve looked to his parents, in half agony and half hope. Agony because he did want to go celebrate with his friends. Hope because even if he couldn’t do it tonight, at least he would be able to see his parents and tell them all about his good news.

“It’s fine,” Mrs Harrington said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We’re only stopping by for a couple hours anyway. I wanted to get some of my nicer jewelry and don’t trust the mail system to get it to me intact or at all.”

Steve’s face fell. “You aren’t staying?”

“Big meeting in Chicago tomorrow morning with some very important Japanese investors,” Mr Harrington boomed, pounding Steve on the back. “Can’t be missed.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll just go get my school bag.” He ran back into his room and grabbed his things. He was back out in a flash. Steve squeezed past his dad and thundered down the stairs. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked softly.

Steve nodded.

Eddie waved at the Harringtons. “It was nice meeting you both.”

As they walked to the van they heard Mrs Harrington say, “Well, at least he’s a polite boy.”

“I didn’t know manners were taught to trailer trash,” Mr Harrington replied with a guffaw.

Eddie winced and Steve gave his elbow a squeeze. Once the were in the van and pulling out of the drive way, both boys relaxed.

“I’m sorry about that, man,” Steve said. “They literally came home ten minutes before you got there. I tried calling but Wayne said you had already left.”

Eddie turned and looked at him. “Hey, it’s okay. Because at least this way it wouldn’t leave me and the boys hanging at the diner wondering where you are.”

Steve blushed. “It was still rude of them. They didn’t tell me they were coming home and then to just dash off like I didn’t exist. Even I can tell that this is an aesthetic that is carefully, artfully done.” He waved at Eddie’s look.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Yeah? What makes you think that?”

“The shoes,” Steve explained. “They are too white and too new to be trash.”

Eddie grinned. “Look at you, being all observant.”

Steve just shook his head. “It’s not rocket science, dude.”

“No, but it is Sherlockian,” Eddie said.

Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”

They arrived at the diner to see that in addition to Jeff, Gareth, and Brian, Gethin and someone he didn’t know was there, too.

“Hey, guys,” Eddie greeted.

The new boy was a shocking curly-haired redhead with more freckles then hairs on his head.

“Hey, Steve! Eddie!” Jeff greeted. “This is Marty. He’s part of Hellfire Club, too. He’s a senior this year, so we’ll miss him next year.”

Steve waved. Eddie slid into the booth and Steve next to him.

“I wanted to celebrate Kyle not getting the role,” Marty said with a grin.

Steve eyed the new boy with new appreciation.

Eddie’s grin was feral. “In addition to Marty being in the club, he’s head of stage crew.”

“And assistant director this year,” Marty added with a grin.

“Ooh...” Gethin said. “Many hats this year.”

“Yeah,” Marty said. “It’s going to be hectic. I can’t wait.”

Steve grinned. Marty reminded him of Dustin a lot. “I’ve gotta ask. Why didn’t you want Kyle to be Thomson?”

“Because he cheated on the first audition,” Marty deadpanned.

All eyes went to Marty as they stared at him in shock.

“How?” Brian asked.

“He recorded a perfect version of himself singing and lipsynced with the Walkman in his pocket,” Marty explained.

“So how come he didn’t do it again?” Eddie asked.

Marty pulled something out his pocket. It was a small cassette tape. He waved it back and forth with a smirk.

“I may or may not have removed the tape just before he went on.”

Steve laughed. “I think you’re my new favorite person.”

Eddie clutched his chest. “I’m wounded, Stevie. So wounded that I am no longer your favorite person.”

“All right, all right,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “Marty is my second favorite.”

“But I’m the one that destroyed your art project!” Gethin protested.

“Tied for second then,” Steve amended.

Suddenly the other boys were fighting over being his third favorite. Or fourth. There was some debate over that.

They only stopped when it came time to order.

Once they all got their drinks, Eddie held his up. “To Steve!”

“To Steve!” everyone else parroted back.

“Thanks, guys!” Steve said, blushing.

It was very late when Eddie pulled up to the now empty and darkened house.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmured. “That was fun.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Just let me know if you need a fake report to show your parents.”

Steve laughed. “I don’t think they’ve looked at so much as my report card since seventh grade. I think I’m good, man.”

Eddie just shook his head. “See you tomorrow, Stevie.”

“Good night, Eds,” Steve whispered. He got out the car and waved good night.

Eddie waved back and waited until Steve was inside, before his eyes slipped shut.

He was in so much trouble. It had been so long since Eddie had a crush on anyone that he forgot what the warning signs were.

Wanting to spend every minute of every day with them. Check.

Wanting to do things for them all the time. Check.

The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he saw them. Check.

Wanting to be even more outrageous to catch their eye. Check.

Being jealous of other people spending time with them. Triple check.

Fuck.

When Steve had said that Marty was his new favorite person, Eddie’s own personal green-eyed monster began hissing in his ear. It immediately went running when Steve amended his statement, though.

Which was something Eddie should examine more closely. But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to. In case the answer wasn’t the one he wanted.

Eddie was a little bit furious with himself. Steve was a known ladies’ man. like besides his hair, it’s what he was famous for. So unless Steve was secretly a Rock Hudson or Rupert Everett then Eddie was screwed. Crushing on straight boys was a death sentence to any gay man. But especially when that was all that was available in Bumfuck, Indiana.

He pulled out the driveway trying to come up with ways to break his crush on Steve without breaking their friendship.

By the time he got home he was no closer to an answer than he was at Steve’s.

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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catierambles · 13 days ago

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Witch Hunt Ch. 1

It was a smell you never forgot. Once it was in your nose, you would always know it. Putrid, almost sickly sweet, with a coppery undertone. Several officers keeping the scene secure were either green in the face, or had their shirts over their noses, a couple looked like they had already gotten sick.

Walter did his best to ignore it, putting the mask over his mouth and nose to try to at least dampen it. He also did not need that smell on the back of his tongue. The body itself was in good condition, all things considering. The fact that it was still smoking slightly made him think it was fairly recent.

“We know when it happened?” He asked, crouching down on his haunches.

“People who called it in reported an explosion about thirty minutes ago.” The uniform said, “Blew the windows out, caused some damage to the cars outside. There was no active fire when the firefighters got here, and they found the body.” He looked around, seeing the shattered windows, the glass out on the street and sidewalk with only a couple pieces on the floor. Definitely broken from the inside.

Scorch marks surrounded the body, especially where the...charring was the greatest around the face and neck. Eyes, lips, nose, most of the face really, burned away. What hair was left and not burned was gray. The hands were intact, no sign of fire damage, the skin thin and wrinkled on the backs with thick fingers only slightly marred by arthritis. Older man, most likely. Walter gave the area another sweep, seeing the hand written tags on items in display cases, or ones that had fallen to the floor. A register sat on one counter, older model, everything done by hand. It was closed and he would have someone check, but robbery didn’t seem to be a motive.

And a flamethrower wasn’t exactly the ideal stick-up weapon.

It also wouldn’t have blown the windows out. Not enough damage for a explosive device of some kind. Only the victim and the immediate area showed any real signs of what happened. Pushing up the sleeve of the victim’s shirt with the tip of his pen, he saw bruising around the wrists indicative of being restrained, but there were no restraints on or around the body.

“Ma’am!” The officer at the door snapped and he stood, seeing the woman push past him with an annoyed look. Dark hair was clipped back away from her face, her black suit fitting her in a way that looked tailored.

“Who’s in charge of this scene?” She asked.

“I am.” Walter said, approaching her and pulling the mask down, “And I’ll have to ask you to—”

“Agent Logan, FBI.” She said, pulling a badge from her inner jacket pocket. He held his hand out for it and she gave it to him, watching him look it over and then back up at her.

“How can I help you, Agent?” He asked, handing the badge back. She just looked around him to the body on the floor, tucking the badge back in her pocket.

“Shit.” She said when she turned her attention back to him, he was suddenly struck by the vividness of her turquoise colored eyes, framed by a dark fringe. “What do we know so far?”

“We?” Walter asked, arching a brow.

“Let’s start over.” She said, “As previously stated, I’m Agent Cait Logan with the FBI, and I’ve been tracking a killer who uses this method all over the country. Restrain, torture, electrocute, burn.”

“No sign of electrocution or torture.”

“He burns the face after running a few thousand volts through the temples. Your medical examiner will confirm it. They’ll find no smoke or soot in the lungs, victim was already dead before being set aflame.”

“What does he use to burn them?” Walter asked.

“No idea, I’ll be sure to ask when I catch him.”

“And we know it’s a him?” He asked and she nodded.

“Behavioral Analysts at Quantico pegged him as a white male, about late-30s to early-40s. A narcissist who hates being told no. Shitty at interpersonal relationships, and probably pays the bills by selling stolen items. Robbery isn’t the motive, though, just a means to an end. I’d have your guys find the victims inventory logs, double-check it against what’s still here, put out a BOLO for anything that doesn’t come up.” She said and looked around, “Seeing a lot of old stuff, but not thrift. Antiques. There’ll be pictures for insurances purposes, either here or with the insurance company.”

“How does he choose his victims?”

“It appears to be random. He doesn’t stick to any kind of victimology. I have a theory it’s less who they are, and more what they can give him. Head-shrinkers agree with me.”

“Like what?” Walter asked, “You said robbery wasn’t his focus.”

“It’s not. Again, I’ll ask when I catch him.”

“You’re including us in this investigation?” Walter asked, “Expected you to take over.”

“No.” She said with a snort, “Unlike my esteemed fellows, I don’t think I’m better than local cops just because my jurisdiction is a country, not a county. You have home court advantage. The only think I ask is that I be the one to make the arrest and take custody if and when we find him. Same request I made of all the others.”

“I can agree to that.” He said and she gave him a dazzling smile.

“I look forward to working with you I never got your name.”

“Walter Marshall. Detective Walter Marshall.” He said, finding himself start to return the smile.

“Okay, Detective, let’s get to work.” She moved around him, walking a tight circle around the body but being careful not to smudge the scorch marks. “This is where the victim was lit up, but not where he died. You found signs of restraint?”

“Bruising around the wrists.” Walter said, pulling the mask back up as he joined her. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out another mask and offered it, but she waved it away.

“Thank you, but I’m fine. I’m a bit nose blind to it now.” She said and he tucked it back in his pocket with a shrug. “He takes his time with his victims so he’ll need seclusion, but still be close by.” Heading deeper into the shop, she stopped by a door, “Did anyone dust this door knob for prints yet?”

“Not yet, still waiting on the techs.” Walter said and she pulled a pair of black nitrile gloves from her suit pocket, putting them on before opening the door.

“There we are.” She said and he joined her. It was a one-person bathroom, thin bits of cord still hanging from the pipe under the sink “He comes in, probably at closing, overpowers the victim, drags him back into the bathroom and ties him up.”

“No blood.” Walter pointed out, “You said he uses torture?”

“Electric shocks, probably a stun gun or a cattle prod. Low voltage at first just to cause pain, and then when he gets what wants, he cranks up the power and well...” She gestured to the body on the floor.

“Why burn them after?” Walter asked, “If they’re already dead, why not just leave them? Why make a show of it?”

“Narcissist, remember? He wants people to find the body as soon as possible, he wants people to know what he did. He doesn’t want to be caught, but he wants people to know it was him so he does things to set him apart from others. To make him unique.”

“He has an ego.”

“Don’t they all.”

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amethystblackkchaos · 2 months ago

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The Chase

Chapter 1

Warnings : Language,Sex,violence,abuse,Mentions Of Rape,Blood

Synopsis: Cooper pushed you down the stairs at lady Raven concert you decide to go find this man find out he’s the butcher and now your held captive by him for the rest of the concert and after and have to find a way out.

Rating : M

Word Count : 7.1k

A/N - Just setting up the story it gets better with the other chapters please just bare with me lol

You get pushed by cooper down the stairs at the concert and you hunt him down to. You get close realizing the butcher hasn’t been caught your onto him after while but unusual connection with him happens. Do you figure out who he is will you turn him in or no ?

You had way too much to drink let alone all the alcohol you had at this concert. You were a huge fan of Lady Raven and this concert was definitely the best thing happening this month. You were walking past the concessions to go down the stairs just wobbling at the top of the stairs just barely stumbling you catch your self on the railing.

Your mind was hazy but you could still see people around you looking back into the crowed that looked at the top of the stairs you were at. Heart was beating you were falling down but then you see a six foot tall man standing right behind you looking right into his face as he pushes you down the stairs.

You go tumbling down the stairs hitting each step going down to the bottom. Some girls scream to come help you while police come swarming into you. “I will walk it off I don’t need help” you yell “Ma’am you need to come with us you are drunk and need medical assistance” this police guy said “NO Don’t touch me!” You yell pushing this teenage girl off you and 1 medical staff.

You look back up at the stairs and see some handsome guy walking away you knew it was him you had to go follow him to give him a piece of your mind but being taken away from the medical service was not gonna help you had to get out to find this man who almost killed you.

“Okay Miss I will bring you to the medical area so you can get some help” This medical staff held your arm as you walked to the medical tent.

The medical staff sat you down gave you water got you to sober up for a bit not for too long you had to find that man who did this to you. You told the medical staff what happened “A man pushed me I wasn’t that drunk” your words slurred a little bit the medical lady’s name tag was a bit blurry but you think it said Claire. “Claire I Need you to understand I was pushed I’m not that drunk I know I have a few bruises and scratches I need to go okay”… Claire grabbed you by your arm “Sweetie you need to rest how about 30 minutes and then we can discharge you once the doctor checks you out he will be right here In 10 minutes I have to check on the other patients so please wait here” she patted you gave you more water and bandaged you up.

“Claire I need to go I don’t want to miss the concert I need to find this man” you were tired of arguing it’s been 5 minutes and both of you going back and forth it wasn’t worth it. “Please lay down I will be right back” she assured you. It wasn’t going to stop you.

You slyly moved yourself out the tent after 10 minutes. You walked yourself back into the main walkway in the halls you passed by concessions looking for this tall man you didn’t see him after 5 minutes you thought he would be out here you circled around 2 times but didn’t see this tall man. It would have been easy to catch this man he’s taller than everyone here. You walked back closer to the merchandise table there was a door that you saw him walk out of you knew he didn’t work here but it was strange he came out with a black guy and a Lady Raven T-shirt in his hand smiling conversing with him.

The Tall man then suddenly ran Into a woman with red hair it seemed like they were going at it arguing with each other they must of knew each other the only thing you could hear was “Riley….Jodi… Left… Out” between their conversation you didn’t want to get into the middle of that so you and the police officers across just left it be. Things started heating up with the older woman grabbed his arm he seem very pissed off but then he kept his composure for a minute after that heated interaction you waited until they were done talking to go up to the man that pushed you down the stairs.

The tall handsome man started walking away you had to catch up to him his long ass strides were hard to keep up with your short legs. You finally got to catch up with him he stood by some locked door he swiped a key card. You reach out to grab his arm “Excuse Me Asshole” You snapped “I can’t Believe you pushed me down the fucking stairs see this my arm is bandage and I have a fucking bump on my head” You pushed him back again “I’m Sorry Ma’am Who are you” The Tall Man looked down at you. You knew he was lying it didn’t help he dragged you by the arm pulling you into the steps to the rooftop. The door shut close so quickly no one would know your there in the steps.

“I Did Not Think You’d Come Back To Find Me Sweetie It was just a distraction” he smirked pushing your back onto the wall his lips hovering by your ear you could feel his hot breath onto your skin. You had a huge knot in your stomach like this was a bad situation to get in such an uneasy feeling. “You could have fucking killed me…whoever the fuck you are - he cut you off “ Cooper… My Name Is Cooper” he whispered into your ear. “Well Hello Cooper You Could have killed me who the fuck do you think you are the butcher or something ?” You questioned him His eyes went huge they were dark “Well If You May ask do you want to be butchered I could just scatter the pieces of that tiny body of yours all over and no one would find you” he teased at you dragging his finger across your neck you were scared standing their as you moved your feet down the steps closer to the door.

“No sweetie Stop moving I have a knife in my back pocket I got from the concessions and if you leave me you would tell those police officers at the door that I tried to kill you and that would not help my situation at all so I suggest you listen to me you little bitch” Cooper’s had a dark tone his eyes black the fear in your eyes that you realized he was just using you as a part of this game. Then It clicked all the police here were for him there was no other reason not to have so many here at the concert.

“Am I Really Just a part of your plan cooper trying to kill me by pushing me down the fucking stairs and what now you’re gonna rape me is this how it’s gonna go you wanna fuck me ?” you started to go slap him as he grabbed your wrists tightly twisting you around pushing your chest up against the cold cement wall of the stairs. “No One is raping anyone Stop Making it weird” He said pressing his lips against your ear “Seems a bit close for comfort doesn’t it cooper” you rolled your eyes at him but he didn’t notice since your face was against the ice cold cement wall.

“Well As Of Now I suggest you listen to me if you don’t want to be butchered” his huge hands snaked around your throat tightly. You gulped from how close his chest was touching your back wanting to wiggle out of his grip but you couldn’t you moved your foot down another step as cooper stepped down with you. “Don’t Try Anything Now and follow my lead or you will not go home in one Piece”.

Cooper led you to the door as you walked in front of him out the steps and back on to the main floor you remember that he still has the knife so you don’t do anything but walk and smile. “Do As I Say and you won’t get hurt” he whispered into your ear in a sea of noisy people. You nodded your head in agreement as you went back into the Arena to go to your seats.

Cooper made sure you stayed with him walking to his seats with his daughter. Somehow he was able to get the other person to move seats down so you could sit next to him not exactly sure what he did. “I’ll be right back stay with my daughter do not move” Cooper said to you and understood.

Cooper was gone for a few minutes you thought you could sneak away so you were let Riley know you have to go “Hey I - Cooper got back quickly cutting you off “Just going - you cut him off as he tried it with you “I am n- you got cut off and Cooper by one of her workers.

The guy standing their was asking Riley if she wanted to be the dreamer girl “Yes I Do Omg” she says freaking out “Oh my gosh Riley I’m so excited for you” you were so excited. “We can help you go backstage girls with your dad follow us” the worker said. You Riley & Cooper went and got out of your seats to follow him you were finally backstage and watched as Lady Raven Took Riley on stage she was having so much fun.

“This is so cool I’m so happy for her” Cooper said grazing your waist pulling you back so your closer to him “Yeah I’m glad she was picked she’s going to remember this forever” you smiled. You and Cooper were dancing a bit as the song was about over. He was hovering you like a Fucking shadow you couldn’t escape him he wouldn’t let you.

Riley came running off stage freaking out and so happy “This was the best day ever dad thank you so much” she jumped up and gave him a big hug. You realized he really was just a normal man but so much darkness behind those eyes and everything that he was hiding may Riley never know but one day she will and it would break her heart.

She was so excited Squealing and you were so happy for her. Out the corner of your eye you saw the FBI profiler next to the stage contemplating on wether or not you should escape from coopers presence and tell them that he is the butcher. You knew the second that you left his presence he would hold his knife to your throat and you really didn’t need that right now and ruin Riley’s day. Standing there as Lady Raven finishing her last song you cooper and Riley dancing together as the concerts ends just enjoying these last moments.

As Lady Raven finished her last song You walked in front of cooper as Riley walked side to side with her dad off the stage to backstage through the doors. Into the hall you saw the FBI Profiler go into a room as you felt coopers knife at your tailbone “Don’t try anything” he whispered into your neck you nodded as you kept walking understanding what he said. Standing in the hall waiting for lady raven to finish up with her fans Riley was gifted a bag with merch and goodies she was so excited. Lady Raven’s assistant said she would just be with you guys shortly.

Waiting for a few minutes and lady Raven Came Out to see Riley “Thank You For Coming Riley Did You Have Fun Out there” she said smiling towards Riley “Yes I Did” she replied lady Raven was so nice to her. “Well That’s So Amazing I Love Your Ring” she looked down at her hand “Thank You My Dad got it for me it’s an Antique” she was so thankful for it.

You greeted Lady Raven “Im so happy I was able to be at your show today it was so much fun Best Concert In Awhile” you smiled at her lady Raven grabbed your hand smiling at you “Thank you so much” she was so happy. You retreated back as Cooper grabbed your waist pulling you back. He stepped in front of you to ask lady Raven something you weren’t exactly sure but he seemed Adamant to talk to her.

Cooper briefly went to talk with Lady Raven for a minute or to as you and Riley stood their waiting for him to come out.

You and Riley talked about the show together for a few she even gave you a sticker and a cup you thanked her. Lady Raven and Cooper finally came out the door and he seemed very collective he walked out grabbed your arm and made you walk beside him as lady Raven and Riley Walked In Front of you.

Cooper whispered Into your ear as you headed to exit the venue door “Don’t try anything or you won’t get home in one piece you hear Me” his lips pressed against the underside of your ear. You would of been scared but you thought it was kind of hot how close he was to you.

“Trust me Im not gonna do anything around these police officers Now Cooper do you think I’m dumb” you mumbled under your breath as you both exited out the door.

The police asked Cooper to show his wrist just to check “Excuse me show us your wrist before you leave” the officer said “Sure it’s just a band aid I cut my self so it was bleeding do you want to see” Cooper insisted “Oh Noo it’s fine you may proceed” the officer said as all four of you got into the limo.

You Sat Next To Cooper In The Limo while Riley Sat Next To Lady Raven You watched as he grabbed his phone shaking it side to side for some reason while lady Raven stared at him for a second. Riley & Lady Raven Conversed for awhile while Cooper had his hand up your thigh his big hand gripped the bottom and top of your thigh as you looked over at him “Cooper enough” you swatted his hand you mumbled under your breath. He bent over a little and mouthed “No remember I have a knife I’m not afraid to use it keep your mouth shut” he said as you retreated.

As The stoplight turned red riley switched over seats next to her dad gave him a big hug it was so sweet seeing her like this such a young girl not knowing her dad Is a killer. Cooper hugged Riley back patting her back as they both sweetly smiled you knew he had some good in him for being such a great dad to her but you really didn’t want to ruin her day. Riley grabbed a bag from the side and hopped back over to sit next to lady raven. “Hey Riley” Lady Raven Asked “Mm-Hm?” Slight pause “Can I Visit Your Home?” She asked Riley’s shocked face as you were also shocked as you nudged coopers side looking at him like what is going on.

Cooper looked very nervous as Riley replied “Yes” she shot up “How About Right Now?” Lady Raven Insisted. You eye cooper down looking as his muscular arms and big chest as you look right up back at him “What’s Going On I Thought were going to your car ?” You asked him “I don’t know but it’s whatever” he grabbed his knees tightly sitting back staring at lady Raven as Riley was freaking out. “Oh My God Is This Happening - This isn’t happening is it omg it’s really happening isn’t it this is incredible “ Riley continued to freak out “I’ll drop you off there” Lady Raven Said as she looked at you and Cooper very hard gaze. Cooper was irritated you could tell it in his eyes.

Riley grabs her phone to call her mom and she answers still freaking out “Mom You Won’t Believe It You Will Not believe It Me And Dad And this other girl are in the limousine and we’re here with Lady Raven… No I’m Not making it up not at all.. earlier I got to be picked to be Lady Raven’s Dreamer girl on stage and she asked to drop us off and now she wants to see our house… Yeah Yeah I Know dad really can’t believe it either it’s crazy” Riley freaked out with her mom on the phone while you watched Cooper & Lady Raven stare at each other intensely it seemed like they had something going on were they fucking each other on the low or did she or cooper say something earlier for the air to be this tense.

You could sense some tension in the air as Riley was convincing her mom to let Lady Raven Come Over “Mom Please Please… Please Say Yes…Mom Said Yes Mom Said Yes!” She freaked out as she told lady Raven it was okay “Well I guess we’re going to your house then” lady Raven smiled while looking away from cooper. “Great” Lady Raven said as she told her driver to stop at their house. Lady Raven Asked for the address and cooper shot up to give it to her. “Cooper are you sure you want to do this?” You asked him “Yeah Yeah It’s fine don’t worry” he sighed as it looked like he was freaking out in the inside “108 Monk Road” cooper yelled out as him and lady Raven share more Intense gazes.

After a few minutes you finally arrived at Cooper’s house the limousine stopped and lady raven opened the car door as she got out first while Riley jumped up opening the door and running out to her mother that was waiting outside with her brother. You got out of the car right after cooper because he didn’t want you running away he kept you in his sight. Lady Raven stood on the other side of the car as her and cooper once shared another intense gaze at each other.

Lady Raven walked towards Riley And her mother you caught up from behind as she introduced her “Mom This Is Lady Raven she’s my friend” Riley said Lady Raven puts out her hands as Riley’s mom shakes her hand “Pleasure to meet you” she smiles at her “It’s A Very Honor to meet you” she replies you introduce yourself “I’m Just a friend from the concert and it’s also nice to meet you to” you said as you shook her hand also. “My Name Is Rachel” Her mom says lady Raven was excited as she responded “Thank You so much for letting me visit your daughter she’s wonderful I just got to know her a bit” lady Raven was smiling as cooper stood behind Rachel and Riley.

“She really is wonderful isn’t she also This Is Logan my son” she introduced him to you both “Hi Logan” Lady Raven Says. “Well Let’s go inside shall we Maybe have something to eat” Rachel says “Sure why not” you and lady Raven and the rest of you walk inside their house. It’s really nice inside cooper’s house it had a really nice piano in their and smelled really good.

Rachel went into the kitchen to get some food while Riley & Logan went up the stairs to do whatever. You thought about escaping right now just bolting out the door and leaving but you knew you couldn’t do that. Cooper stood there at the door walking towards you grazing your arm with his finger ever so lightly he stood behind you whispered into your ear “I need you to understand do not try anything this is my house my rules and I control you don’t do anything stupid okay” cooper said with his hot breath onto your skin you wanted to melt his deep voice made your cunt so wet you wanted him to take you right then and there but you knew he couldn’t.

Rachel came out to the living room with the food so you walk to the living room with the kids sitting on the couch. It’s been a minute or two and you wondered what lady raven and cooper were doing probably making out or something the tension they had you could feel it strongly something had to be going on it was very uneasy.

Cooper and lady raven gave each other intense glares as they sat down on the couch and chair “What was that all about ?” You asked him. “Nothing don’t worry about it” cooper said calmly but you knew he was irritated about something but wasn’t sure what it was about. Rachel started talking to lady raven “well I made this pie because of Riley’s wonderful report card” she smiled happily as you watched Riley take another bite meanwhile cooper had this look on his face at lady raven smiling but seemed faked as fuck. “It’s actually a Martha Stewart recipe the pie is it fluffy” Rachel asked she really wanted to know you also took a bite of the pie. “It’s perfect actually just the right. Amount” lady Raven said as she nodded taking a bite of the pie.

Lady Raven sets down her pie as Cooper stares her down like she is going to say something wrong “Do You Know Who The Butcher Is Rachel?” She asked you coughed loudly as you eyed down cooper he eyed you back and looked right back at lady Raven with piercing eyes. Rachel leaned forward and moved in her chair a bit “The Butcher..ummm You Mean The Crazy Person who does that to people” she said looking at cooper and her kids she looks right back at lady Raven. Cooper had a questionable face as he wondered to glaring at her. Rachel continued “Well Yes I’ve Heard of him he’s a monster you know right” … lady Raven nodded and went on to talking “Well You Know Rachel He Made A Mistake about 2 weeks ago the FBI came to me and they told me they had found out that he was gonna be at my concert today. They found a portion of a receipt for a ticket. They found it in one of his fake houses they’re fairly certain are his and For some reason he bought tickets to my concert We had no idea why Most of my fans are teenage girls “.

Lady Raven went on about it Rachel was interested “My God Did You catch him?” She asked you butted in and replied “I actually think I know who it is and it’s someone real close by actually” you said cooper gave you daggers with his eyes telling you to shut up without saying it. She responded “No They Didn’t Catch Him” lady raven responded to Rachel “They They said he was probably a man in his 30s or early 40s, White Who probably has a position of authority”- cooper cuts off lady raven “That’s so interesting” Rachel said cooper eyeing her down while he grabbed his hands together “They even know he drives a dark-colored car” lady Raven goes on “They have Photos Of his car?” Cooper asked he was very interested in what she was saying as you just sat their immersed into the conversation Just listening.

Cooper gets snappy at the moment “They’ve sure learned a lot about him” he says as he really is letting his anger get the best of him then lady raven starts talking about his mother and he really wasn’t having it. Cooper stood up so quickly right in front of her “What a stressful day you must have had You must be tired Don’t feel like you have to stay here to be polite You’ve been so incredibly kind to Riley Let me walk you to the door” He said getting closer to lady raven you then stand up quickly and tell him “Cooper how about you calm down a bit okay” you grabbed his muscular arm trying to pull him back you jerks his arm forward letting your hands off of him. Lady Raven Gets up off the chair and points to the piano “I Can play a quick song” she smiles Riley gets excited as lady Raven wants her to come sit next to her so she does so quickly she gives her a hug and starts to play the piano.

Riley sings an along with lady Raven her voice was so soothing to the ears and the song was so beautiful. Once she was done singing she asked Riley if they want to take a selfie “Omg yes I would love to” Riley said excitedly “Has anyone seen my phone?” She asks you didn’t see it and Lady Raven snatches coopers phone out of his hand and starts taking pictures of her and Riley at the piano bench. Cooper is mad “Can I Get My Phone Back please” he asks nicely. You stand up and go over to him hoping to keep him calm but he wasn’t going to. “I have to go to the bathroom where is it?” Lady Raven asks Rachel pointed to the bathroom so lady Raven quickly locked herself into the bathroom.

Cooper gets more intense as he keeps saying “I Need My Phone” as he follows her she slams the bathroom door as Riley yells “Dad!” You walk over to cooper trying to calm him down “Cooper lets calm down you will get your phone back” you said grabbing him “No Give Me My Phone” cooper raises his voice as he grabs the bathroom door. You weren’t sure what lady raven was doing in there with his phone but it must of been something important. Riley kept asking why her dad was upset while Rachel kept telling cooper that he’s scaring the kids. Cooper was furious as he yelled at Rachel and the kids to go up to their room “Cooper enough you need to stop” you were nervous that he was going to kill all of you he started banging on the door for lady raven to open it up she still didn’t.

Rachel and cooper were in a yelling match as they stood barely a foot from each others face you wanted this to end “Where’s the master key to the bathroom” he yelled Rachel pushed him back he tripped just barely a little grabbing her arm and pulling her over “Have You Lost Your Mind Cooper!” Rachel yells at his face Riley and Logan were terrified as you started covering your ears it was not an ideal time to be going through all of this. “Dad Stop This” Riley yells with tears in her eyes you go over to her to calm her down “You shouldn’t of have done this” cooper screams Rachel was tired of his shit “Done What Cooper” she raises her voice right back at him “Who Are you talking to?” Cooper yells at lady raven behind the door continuously banging on the door nonstop. “Dad Your acting weird please stop” Riley tells him as you try to pull cooper away from the door but it doesn’t do anything since he’s so much stronger than you.

Rachel tries to get to cooper but nothing is working “Cooper You are scaring Riley” she points at his face as you just don’t do anything at this point watching this all play out like some kind of nightmare. Rachel and Cooper are in a heated screaming match “Go Upstairs!” He yells as he grabs Rachel’s arm tightly “Cooper enough let go of your wife now!” You yell at him but he doesn’t listen as Riley yells at him again “Dad Please Stop!” Rachel trying to catch her breath. Cooper screams even louder “Open The Goddamn door” he pounds his hands into the door even harder Rachel freaking out even more “ Cooper lets back away from the door” she tries to grab him but he just pushes her away. Cooper was done “Sit down Rachel” he demanded her.

Lady Raven Yells loudly behind the door “Rachel Listen to me your husband is the butcher- Cooper Is The Butcher ” - it all goes silent you look up at him and Rachel is being dragged the vase on the table falls and break the plates fall off when she hits the table. as he snatches her and pushes the kids upstairs “ Cooper please just take a breath with me” Rachel says insisting for him to he doesn’t listen as you watch him throw his wife and kids upstairs a struggle happens you hear something hit the floor loud door banging and a lock.

He finally comes out the bathroom with his finger on lady ravens shoulder “Cooper where are you going you can’t just leave me here” you told him”Be quiet” he snapped at you with an agitated voice he walked out of your sight and you had to decide on running away now was your chance. You went and walked to the front door it was locked it fucking sucked you weren’t getting out. You found the side door it was unlocked you walked outside and saw Rachel Logan and Riley standing there by the garage door. “You got out?” You asked “Yeah out the bedroom window” Riley said to you “So he locked you in there?” You questioned her “Yes he did I don’t know what’s going on but we have to go”. The garage door opens an there is lady raven and cooper she opens the door and runs out “We have to go now” lady Raven says you were on your way to the car.

You walked over to cooper “The police are on their way your gonna be arrested” you told him “No I am not get back in the fucking house” he told you grabbing your wrist pulling you back in the garage. “Riley Everything Is Gonna Work Out With Those Girls At School and Rachel The water heater guy is coming on Tuesday don’t let him trick you into buying a new one it works fine and Logan don’t forget to hand in that science project buddy” he said nonchalantly as he pressed the garage door button as it closed you stood right behind him.

You both walked into the house cooper was extremely calm going to clean up the broken glass with a broom you just stood there watching him putting the food quickly back into the fridge. “We have to get out now the police sirens are getting closer cooper” you urged him as he was headed to the pantry closet “I have a secret passage way I dug a tunnel it goes through the neighbors house if you help me move this stuff we can get out undetectable” he said so calmly “Now Is that safe cooper “ you said as you took stuff out of the closet with him “Yes It’s safe we don’t have a lot of time” he grabbed the shelf down and pushed the square piece from the wall removed it and you looked down “See nothing to be worried about I planned ahead now we have to go” cooper said grabbing your arm as he helped you down. Cooper climbed down through the tunnel as you both quickly moved to the other side it took a minute it was dark humid and musky.

It definitely would of taken him a very long time you wondered if Rachel knew about this most likely not but you didn’t need to be thinking about this that much right now. After about a minute you got to the other side of the tunnel cooper pushed up into the corner there was some light and a ladder it was under grass. “Shhh be quiet I think I hear something it might be the police” cooper peered out noticing something he quickly jump up. You heard a struggle and someone on the ground thumping and stuff moved around it didn’t sound good. Heavy breaths were exchanged grunting and strange noises as you waited still into the tunnel all the noises stopped after about 2 minutes.

Cooper helped you out of the tunnel and you looked down saw a guy with a swat uniform on naked “you killed him cooper?” He had no time to argue “No I just knocked him out and took his uniform this is the only way to get out without being detected” you nodded as cooper took a minute to put the man’s swat uniform on you just stood their watching those muscles his broad shoulders as your eyes scanned down his body you kept thinking how nice of an ass he has just wondering what it would feel like to be choked by him daydreaming about the things he would do to you. After snapping out of that you realize you started to like the butcher this couldn’t be happening was this the beginning of Stockholm syndrome you hoped not. You were still staring at cooper’s body he was standing in front of you trying to get your attention. “Hey… Are.. You There..” cooper snapped his fingers right in front of your face multiple times. You got out of your trance “Sorry Cooper what?” Shaking your head “We Have to go you need to go around to the limo and sit in the back that’s the only car we can use to get out of here I will then be driving okay that’s the plan so use those quick feet don’t try anything and you won’t die okay we have about a minute before they bust into the house” Cooper got his stuff and started walking around the house as you followed.

You walked around seeing the limo cooper was behind you a bit trying to blend it you got into the limo way before him. “Lady Raven?” You asked as you opened the door “Hey what’s going on?” She asked you “Your gonna need to get out of the car If you don’t want cooper to kill you I mean it right now” you tried to hurry her out of the car “ Why?” She freaked out for a second looking around “I don’t have a lot of time to explain what’s going on but you need to get out of the limo please lady raven it’s for your safety” you rushed her out the limo “I need to get back to my hotel” she said “I know you do but you can call another limo okay” you said in a rushed voice she opened the door and started getting out you closed the door quickly as you sat down in the back glad that she got out you really didn’t want her to become another one of his victims.

Cooper got into the limo as you sat in the back the seats were nice and there was a little mini bar in the back with snacks and drink you grabbed a water and drank some god you were so thirsty. You could tell it was getting dark out when cooper started driving the limo it probably took about ten minutes or so. Cooper rolled down the window between the back seat and the front seat “So I Have A Safe place about ten minutes from here luckily it has a garage A lot of places have fire code violations and stay vacant for years Wasted space I always thought.” Cooper said to you while adjusting his mirror. You figured he was going to take you to his safe place and chain you up or do whatever to you.

It wasn’t long until you arrived to his safe house cooper pushed the garage button as he drove in closing the garage door he opened the limo door letting you out. You saw him standing right above you looking so hot with that swat outfit on his hair just perfectly sitting in front of his eyes his huge chest and broad shoulders those arms in the vest gosh if you weren’t his hostage he’d be 10 inches deep inside you right now. “Wrists out” cooper said while tapping your wrists you out up your wrists as he cuffed you right in front of him “Is this really necessary cooper I’ve been obliging with everything you said and haven’t run away…” you said in confusion “I’m not risking it and your my hostage and you will keep these cuffs on” he grumbled at you he was definitely in a pissy mood right now. Cooper grabbed the cuffs on your wrists as he opened the door into his house you both walked in and it smelled like cleaner bleach and soaps that tried to mask the smell it was a strange smell but you would have to get used to it.

Cooper dragged you to his bedroom where there was a hidden door to the basement the cuffs were rattling as you looked around the house was dark but pretty much spotless it was clean prim and proper it was like nobody touched a thing. “Here Go down there” he said sternly “Cooper please you really don’t have to do this” you begged as he just stared at you “Yes I Really do I’ve had enough shit today and need to relax” he said. “Well if you want to relax you should let me on your bed I can help you out” you smirked at him staring him down. Cooper licked his lips Just thinking about what you were offering he thought about it “I think you should just go down into the basement enough with the flirting” he said as he grabbed your waist pushing you to the door.

You resisted cooper trying to push you down the stairs to the basement “You know cooper you look so hot when your angry especially in that swat uniform maybe I should help you take it off then maybe you’ll feel a bit lighter” you smiled out the corner of your eye “I think I can take it off myself” he said nervously looking down at you .While At the top step you turned around right to him bringing your cuffed wrists to his zipper of his uniform you slowly started unzipping the side as he stood there watching your parted lips “Is this what you wanted cooper” you said in a sultry low tone of voice slowly unzipping the side “Undressing you in your bedroom this is a lot Kinkier than I imagined” you snickered he grabbed your wrist tightly before you unzipped the entire side of his vest off “I don’t think this is a good idea” his breath was hitched you saw the nervousness in his eyes while he looked right at your boobs. He really couldn’t help it he towered over you.

Cooper had to resist the urge but yet he couldn’t you were hitting on him and it was a fight or flight moment for him. “I don’t think you want to do this and it’s not that kinky” he said pushing your cuffed wrists down “Cooper I’m in handcuffs and your in a swat uniform this is literally the beginning of a porno what makes you think you wouldn’t want to do anything to me” he seemed mad at you for trying to get him to fuck you or was it just shameless flirting to get his guard down so you could escape he wouldn’t know. “Enough I know what you’re doing!” He yelled as he pulled you by your hair “Cooper let go of me” you yelled spitting into his face “Just when I thought you were going to get through me I realized…” he twisted your hair and pushed you down the stairs the amount of air you got hitting every other few steps blood seeped out of your Shoulder. You hit your head on the corner of the wall blacking out as you hit the bottom step. Total darkness nothing was there just a room. Head fuzzy just nothing it went dark total numbness in your body.

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