#sometimes my throat will tingle a little and i'll be like oh god this is it

[peri]

one of my weirder fears is that i will suddenly become allergic to a food or drink whereas i wasnt before, and therefore have an allergic reaction to whatever im eating

[hotchs-big-hands]

I've been thinking about Aaron finding out you've been masturbating to the thought of him... telling him you sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom while you're in public... him calling you about something unrelated while your hands are down your panties....

Lowkey obsessed with the idea of Aaron finding out how feral you are for him

🦴

YASSSS you're not even dating!!! He started having suspicions cuz you sound so... off to him and sometimes he has to repeat himself when asking you or telling you things. So he conducts an experiment...

You're on a case, it's in the evening and you've retired to your rooms. As you're getting ready to go to bed your phone rings; it's Hotch. You're surprised, groaning a little at the thought of possibly having to head back out. But you answer anyway.

And god... his voice is so fucking sexy and sensual, deeper with tiredness as he discusses details abt the case... or something like that. You don't even know, his voice is doing naughty things to you, your pretty pussy is tingling and you can't stop your hand drifting down inside your underwear. You gasp a little, causing him to pause.

"Is everything alright?" He asks you. You clear your throat and force a chuckle.

"Mmm I am. Just thought I saw a spider on the floor but it wasn't really one. Guess I must be real tired, sir."

You hear him hum.

"Yes, very. Perhaps I should let you sleep now then-"

"-A-ah no! I- I'm okay to discuss the case still!" You squeak quickly, cheeks feeling warm from the outburst. There's silence for a moment and your hand in your panties stills.

"Very well, I would come and stop by but I assume you're already dressed for bed." He drawls. You squeeze your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering, opting to hum in agreement. He clears his throat. "I thought as much. Although, I am curious why you sound a bit out of breath."

Your eyes widen, thighs clenching together.

"O-oh I think it's the adrenaline of thinking I saw a spider."

"You must see a spider every time we talk then." Aaron cuts back. You gasp out, fingers rubbing rapid circles around your swollen clit.

"S-sir no I just-"

There's a knock on the door, startling you into squeaking again and freezing in place.

"U-um sir, I'm going to have to go. Someone's at my door." You say quickly, ripping your hand from your pussy and trying to adjust your clothes. "I-I'll work on my diligence in future, sir!"

Before he can answer, you end the call and fumble around to clean your hand enough to go open the door. You rush over to it, unbolt the lock and pull the door open. And then your mouth falls open; Aaron Hotchner is fucking standing on the other side, phone in hand as he towers over you. His steely gaze wanders over your dishevelled form, to the messy sheets and he nods once.

"Mhm, thought so."

He forces you to retreat back into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it. You have a lot to answer for...

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Summer painting

Warnings: Implied/referenced self-harm, references to depression only for those over 14 years of age, alternate universe - canon divergence, established relationship

Word count: 1.8 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Sometimes flowers rot in summer

Part three of winter painting

Requests: OPEN

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Y/N's chest was rising and falling rapidly, she felt a tightness in her chest that prevented her from breathing.

Her hands were moving, desperate for something to do.

The back of her neck was sweating, her stomach ached, her legs kept bouncing. Her eyes filled with tears.

She felt something stuck in her throat that made it impossible to get air in and out.

The place was spinning like a spiral. Her body felt heavy, as if at any moment it would give in to gravity. She was going to pass out from lack of oxygen… Until the phone rang. It was Carol. I knew it.

Y/N had been avoiding her, but he knew he couldn't do it anymore.

The last voicemail message warned that Carol would be stepping foot in the apartment any second.

She replied.

"Hello?"

"God, T/N, are you all right, I thought something bad had happened to you…"

She took a deep breath, she wasn't going to let the sadness creep down the phone cord to her.

"Yeah, I just…I have a lot of homework…Professor Brown is trying to fuck with me and…"

"Owww, my little working ant."

The heart was depressed, her voice trying to be as soft as possible, as if Carol thought her voice would embrace Y/N's tired soul , but in reality, it felt like stabs in Y/N's brain. over and over again bringing the memory back to her immediate memory.

"Maybe a break will make you feel better.

"What?

"A break…"

"Oh Carol, I can't afford that…"

"You will pay nothing."

Her throat closed. Y/N swallowed hard.

"… I wasn't talking about money. I don't have time…"

"Y/N, please…"

She closed her eyes tightly. She meditated for a few seconds.

She knew that Fred himself had taken a few days off to go see her grandmother, she could do it too.

"Okay…"

"Oh honey, it's going to be wonderful… Finish your work today and first thing tomorrow morning, I'll come pick you up."

"Okay…"

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

The air escaped her lungs. It wasn't the first time Carol had said those three words, but, today they felt different. Full of inexplicable weight. But at the same time, as light as feathers dancing in the wind.

"I love you too."

"See you tomorrow."

"Yes…"

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Three distinctive knocks sounded on the door, causing Y/N to put aside the sketchbook, walk to the door and open it.

"Hello."

Something different could be noticed in Carol's eyes, Y/N could notice a lack of brightness in the blonde's eyes. They looked sad, dull, almost gone, as if she was not present in that astral plane.

But her cheeks were upturned in that characteristic smile.

The smile she only used for Y/N

But Carol's smile couldn't quite manage to flood her sea iris.

"Hello."

Y/N's corners turned up despite Carol's fake smile.

"Are you ready to go?" before Y/N could answer, Carol entered the younger girl's apartment so she could rummage through her small suitcase. She reached in and pulled out a palette of watercolors. The blonde chuckled. "Some watercolors, will there ever be a day when you don't carry something paint related?" the blonde joked, causing Y/N to smile and shake her head. Carol herself shook her head and reached up to kiss the crown of Y/N's head, "All you're missing is a bathing suit…"

Y/N felt her heart stop pumping, at least for a few seconds.

"A bathing suit?"

"Yes, at first I thought about not telling you, but…I didn't want you to get your clothes wet. So, better safe than sorry" Carol smiled.

Y/N feels the back of her neck begin to tingle, her esophagus begins to ache, her fingers drum on the door behind her back and her mouth begins to go dry.

"Is that really necessary?" stammers Y/N, "Because… I have to get back early. My anatomy teacher let me do a detailed drawing…"

"Ohh, come on Y/N" exclaimed Carol, as she herself opened one of Y/N's drawers and pulled out a bathing suit. She could tell it was old, and it had been a long time since Y/N had worn it. "Let me spoil you, pretty girl" She folded the bathing suit and stuffed it into Y/N's small suitcase along with a towel. "I promise we're going to have fun."

Y/N swallowed dryly, gave a fake smile and nodded.

"It's okay."

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When they reached the little hidden river that Carol had brought them to and noticed that it was indeed hidden and only the two of them would be there, it made Y/N's heart relax a little, but not enough when she saw Carol begin to take off her light clothing and get down to a beautiful bathing suit.

Y/N could tell that Carol was a vision, a goddess in front of her eyes.

With beautiful curves in her hips; large, smooth, unmarked thighs; toned arms full of tiny freckles; lightly tanned shoulders; and hair that looked like golden strands in the sunlight.

A part of Y/N was fully captivated, eyes spiraling around at the goddess in front of her.

But the other part of Y/N felt like she was becoming small, like a tiny little caterpillar next to a beautiful and elegant butterfly.

She was comparatively too thin to be considered beautiful, her mother always said she looked sickly; her thighs were thin, and full of scars and cuts; arms thin and full of dark hair; shoulders with visible bones, and brown hair that always looked like a bird's nest. She never knew how to style it.

What had Carol seen in her?

Before Y/N could continue self-pitying, Carol jumped into the water.

"Come on Y/N, the water is cool."

"Amm actually, I'd like to paint for a moment before… swimming."

Y/N could tell how Carol pouted a little, but quickly brushed it away.

"All right, have it your way."

And he walked away, to start swimming.

Y/N took out her small notebook and began with a sketch.

Carol's curves returned to her unconscious, and she began to capture them on paper so as not to forget.

A few minutes, or hours later, Y/N had forgotten what almost stopped her from going to that beautiful lake in the first place. And even more so when Y/N saw Carol emerge from the water, her skin a little red from the sun. She had no choice but to start laughing

"Carol… damn. You're red," the younger woman said with a chuckle.

"Don't make fun of me" Carol herself said with a chuckle. "I was silly enough to forget to put on sunscreen."

Y/N couldn't stop laughing.

"You look like a fucking shrimp."

Carol pouted a little.

"Don't tease, burn a little."

Y/N got up from the small blanket she had brought to lie on and pointed to Carol.

"Lie down, I'll put some cream on you."

Carol lay on her stomach and Y/N sat on her lower back. He pulled out a burn cream and began spreading it on Carol's back.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Carol moaned as she felt the cool cream touch her shoulders.

"It doesn't hurt. It feels good."

They both remained silent. Enjoying the sounds that nature could bring them, as if enjoying the intimate contact they could have, away from the constant prejudice that busy New York life brought.

A bubble of peace and love.

Until Carol spoke up.

"You haven't put on your bathing suit."

Y/N felt her heart stop again.

Carol stood up to turn and meet Y/N's eyes, forcing Y/N to stand up.

"I don't think I feel like swimming…"

Carol grunts.

"Please Y/N, it's summer, we're like 86°F, everyone wants to swim…"

Both were silent, until Carol reached up to try to lift Y/N's blouse, but Y/N quickly pulled back.

"Carol, no!"

And in a bold and sudden move, Carol lunged at Y/N knocking the young girl to the grass. Y/N did nothing but scream and kick.

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"Give me that"

"No!"

"Damn it Y/N, give me the doll."

"No, you always want to take my stuff!"

"Mom said you have to share…"

"What's going on here!"

As quickly as she could, Silvia, her sister, pulled herself off her and cowered in a corner, fearful.

"Nothing, daddy" replied the two girls.

But her father had already entered the room, noticing that Y/N was holding on to a small rag doll.

"Let her go, Y/N"

Y/N knew she had to obey her father, but she was scared enough that her body didn't react.

"I told you to drop it, Y/N!"

Before Y/N could react any further, her father's large hands began to run down her body, filling it with blows.

"WHEN SOMEONE GIVES YOU AN ORDER, YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW IT, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

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"ENOUGH CAROL!"

Y/N kicked Carol, forcing her to back away, but, Carol had managed to loosen Y/N's shorts, causing them to ride down Y/N's legs and exposing her scarred thighs.

Both women were silent.

Carol kept her eyes fixed on the scars and cuts on Y/N's body, but Y/N's eyes stared blankly, lost, as they began to fill with tears.

She felt used, exposed, vulnerable… abused.

As best she could, she tried to grab her things in a hurry.

"Y/N, what are those?" Carol was closely following Y/N's footsteps, trying to be able to understand what had happened. "Y/N… Did you cut yourself?"

Y/N kept ignoring her, stuffing her things into her backpack, even, closing her notebook even when the watercolors were not dry, probably ruining the drawing.

"Y/N"

The young woman placed her backpack on her shoulder and picked herself up off the ground.

Carol did the same, but, before Y/N moved a foot, she held his arm and whispered.

"Y/N"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Y/N slapped Carol's hand away. Both in complete shock at Y/N's extreme reaction.

"Y/N…"

"No, Carol. I don't want to talk to you."

Y/N began to walk, Carol following close behind, but not touching her again.

"Y/N"

"No!"

"Y/N, where are you planning to go, it's okay if you don't want to talk to me, but at the very least let me take you home."

Y/N paused, thinking for a few seconds. And walked back to where Carol was, getting into the car.

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Summer was officially over.

Two weeks after Carol and Y/N had their fight.

Two weeks since Y/N did not answer Carol's calls.

Two weeks since Y/N avoided Carol's visits.

Two weeks since Y/N threw away Carol's letters and flowers.

Two weeks since Y/N was feeling like a little five-year-old girl again.

Two weeks since Y/N felt like she wanted to die.

Two weeks since Y/N could not continue.

Note:

Damn, I'm so sorry I'm late with this, but maybe you guys have heard that I had a problem with my health. I'm much better now and ready to get back into the swing of things (as long as this dreaded life of a functional adult can allow me).

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 9

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU!Detective Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - None, Fluff-ish

Word Count - 1.5k

Square Filled - Clothes Sharing ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - Surprise, this series lives! So, it has been a loooong time. I wasn't originally planning to post this part today but my college is killing me and I am hardly getting any writing (and reading) done. This was already done and edited so I finally decided to post this today.

A/N 2 - This may seem like a filler chapter but it's not, trust me. It's a very important chapter which plays a crucial part in the next chapters. ENJOY!

Beta'd by the absolute sweetheart @deanwanddamons <3<3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Groaning loudly, Dean dropped his head as you paced around the room, complaining for the hundredth time that night.

“Will you stop?” He grumbled. You came to a halt when you heard his words and turned to look towards him. Throwing a glare his way you continued your pacing .

“Y/N/N, stop it. This isn't going to solve our problem - it'll only annoy the tenants downstairs,” he said and got up from his chair.

“What are we supposed to do? My pacing around is definitely not helping neither is your what, fourth glass of whiskey,” you retorted.

“Third,” Dean said, “this is my third glass and I'm tryin’ to get drunk.”

“We ended up in this situation because we were slacking and this is exactly what we are doing again,” you raised your voice, regretting your decision to stay at Dean’s house with him, “if you won't even try to get out of this situation, I'll be going back to my house tomorrow.”

“You won't stay alone in that house until we catch that son of a bitch,” he said, setting his glass and walking over to you, “it's dangerous.”

You knew it was dangerous considering how the house you had rented in Kansas was destroyed when you had gone back to get your belongings - furniture was thrashed, utensils were broken and clothes were torn, but nothing was stolen. It was clear that Crowley's men were trying to send you a sign to leave their boss alone.

It was Bobby who suggested that staying alone and travelling a few kilometres everyday to discuss the proceedings of the case would be a bad idea since Crowley and Co. were waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause disruption in the case. And knowing how ruthless Crowley could be, murder and kidnapping didn't seem like a far-fetched option for him.

Dean had piped up saying it would be better to stay at his house since he had noticed your house had a weak security system. His other reason was that he had a car, unlike you.

Needless to say, you had reluctantly agreed to stay with the green eyed detective, but deep down inside, you knew that staying with Dean gave you a sense of security and you didn't want to let that go.

“We will figure a way out,” he said, standing a little too close to you.

“How?” You asked the obvious question.

“I have contacted my brother. He will be working as our lawyer to get them to drop the charges. Sammy will be here early morning tomorrow,” he said, removing a stray piece of hair from your face, “but you gotta cool down, sweetheart. Give that pretty little head of yours a little rest.”

“I-I can't. I am freaking out Dean,” you said.

“I know. You have almost bore a hole in the ground by your pacing,” you hit his arm lightly, making him chuckle, “I'm thinkin’ about the case too.”

“Is Sam-will he be able to….this is a critical one,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I have faith in my brother and he can go to hell and back to save me just like I can. Sammy will do anything to help us. Trust me,” he said, putting a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. This simple act worked like a sedative and you calmed down a bit.

“Join me for a drink,” Dean said and strolled his way back to the couch. You followed him and took a seat beside him. Pouring a drink, he handed you the glass.

“One drink. Only.” You said.

“Alright.”

“Who do you think might be the mole?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink

“It can be anyone. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Rufus-”

“Ruby, you,” he nodded, “me.”

“Like I said, it could be anyone,” Dean said.

“Motive?”

“Depends.”

“Do you think we can prove our innocence?” You asked, “the cops kinda caught us red handed and-”

“It's….tough.” Dean said and jumped out of his seat, knocking over the tumbler of ice.

You tilted your head in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” You insisted.

“A few years back, when we were only fledglings in the bureau, Rufus Turner was working Crowley’s case. This information was in the case file that Bobby gave to us. He had arrested two men in his gang but by the time they had got to know about that dick, they had already lost him. He had escaped the feds again,” he explained, flailing his arms all around in excitement.

“Maybe we can find out who those two men were and interrogate them about Crowley,” you said, smiling a little for the first time that night, knowing you had a lead.

“Now all we need is access to those two men's files. FBI is not gonna help us so we have to take matters in our own hands. I’ll call Ash and ask him to find those,” Dean said and ran back to his room to get his phone.

“Ash? What about Charlie?” You asked, when he came back to the room, “And shouldn't you tell Sam first? He is our lawyer and he should be informed about this.”

“It's not like we are gonna interrogate a witness and Ash is a good friend of mine. He is not a fed whereas Charlie works at the bureau and right now we can't trust anyone who works there because we don't know who might be working as a two-faced devil and ratting us out to the God of the Underworld,” Dean said, dialing Ash’s number.

“Ash,” he said when the said man picked up the phone after a few rings.

“Listen, we are kind of in a tricky situation here-oh you heard….not really, we got one week….no it won't….I know you're a busy man, Ash,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, “but we need your help….yeah….the thing is we need access to the old case files related to the drug mafia Crowley….yeah I know that genius….can't you-fine….I owe you one.”

“So?” You asked, hoping for good news.

“Ash will let us know by morning,” he said.

“Can we trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“What do you think you're doing?” Dean asked, raising his brow.

“Relaxin’,” you shrugged, “you should try to relax sometimes.”

“You think you're such a smartass, huh?” He said and plopped down on the couch beside you, making you giggle.

“Thanks for tonight, Winchester,” you turned towards your friend.

“For what? For helping you calm down when you were running around like a headless chicken?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “you know what I mean.”

“I'm here for you. We're in this shit together and I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said as you moved closer to him.

“And I have faith in you.” He pulled you closer and kept your head on his shoulder. He hummed in response. You closed your eyes, sighing loudly, but the sweet moment of coziness was interrupted quickly.

Your eyes flew open, “You son of a bitch, Winchester! Way to ruin a moment! How dare you put ice in my sweatshirt?” Dean laughed out loud.

“First of all, that's my sweatshirt you are wearing and you were looking too peaceful with your head on my shoulder,” he laughed.

“Fuck you!” You growled, and hit his arm hard.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arms. Dean effectively dodged your second attack, “woah, easy there tiger.” By now you were laughing too. As your laughter died down, you looked at Dean and saw him smiling softly at you. You blushed furiously under his strong gaze.

“You hungry?” Dean asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh-huh. Kinda forgot about food today until now.” You said, diverting your eyes.

“I'm thinking about ordering pizza. You okay with that?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said.

Half an hour later, as you were enjoying the delicious pizza and watching some crappy tv trying to put a break on the racing thoughts, you heard Dean speak.

“About earlier,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah. You better be sorry Winchester,” you gave him an annoyed look.

“No, I'm not sorry for that. It was fun,” he laughed.

“No it wasn't,” you said, but failed to hide the smile threatening to take over your face.

“It made you smile,” he pointed out.

“Fine, you're forgiven,” you said as Dean gave you a cheeky grin.

“In all seriousness, what I said earlier, I meant it. I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your skin tingling with an unknown sensation.

“I know,” you said, “I think I should go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us.” Dean nodded as you got up and made your way over to his guest room.

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[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 4)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and your friends prepare to go to a costume party, and Peter has conflicting feelings.

Word Count: 2917

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

Peter stayed up at night thinking about you. He couldn't explain it. You were the only one on his mind for some unexplainable reason. The hotel room was the first time in a while you two slept together, and it was different from how he remembered. It didn't feel like sleeping in the same room with a sister that he slightly remembered as a kid. It made him feel weird.

You were so warm. You had your natural smell you always had, but it smelled a lot better than he remembered. A lot more calming. He could sense your happiness at full prime, and your sad ones too. You had a lot of happy emotions earlier this day, both in the hotel room and during the fight. It was hard to describe, but spending the day with you made him feel so warm.

And you and Tony's friendship. Peter did always love your sarcastic side, and he was so proud of you for showing it to Tony. You were so awesome. He's always thought you were awesome. So why did you feel different right now?

You were weirdly a lot prettier in his mind. His spidey sense was buzzing around you. He felt happy when you laughed. The feeling was still lingering by just thinking about it. And when you had your nightmare, he felt almost in physical pain himself.

Maybe it's just your spidey senses clashing with each other. Maybe it's the puberty kicking in? It's probably nothing. He just needs to go to sleep... Anytime now...

The next morning Peter ate his breakfast in a daze. "What's wrong Peter?" Aunt May asked. You're all spaced out."

"I don't know. Just thinking."

"Uh oh." She teased as he sat down. "About what? That Liz girl?"

"No. Y/n actually." He didn't realize how misleading that came out.

"Well finally. I was wondering when you'd realize your feelings for her."

"What?! Aunt May, no! That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh." She blankly said. "Then forget everything I just said. Have a nice day at school."

Meanwhile, you woke up back in your empty apartment with no excitement. As you ate your breakfast in silence, you felt like an idiot. How could you be so rude to Tony Stark? He was being nice in his own way. What the hell is wrong with you?

Your landlord then knocked on your door, giving you a huge suitcase and telling you that it was left for you by someone named Happy. You thanked him and opened it. It was clothing. A bunch of nice, expensive looking clothing. They were weirdly your style; they weren't flashy and didn't show off any brands. There was a card as well.

Hey kid. I might've came across as a rich jerk. That's not what I meant to be. Here's a little something so you don't look homeless. You're welcome. Also, here's Happy's number. Xxx-xxx-xxxx. Don't still be mad at me. Nobody likes a petty person. And besides, you're my favorite "other kid". Keep in touch. -TS

You smiled and put on a pair of clothes, texting Happy to thank Tony and for Happy to keep you posted about Tony and him.

You then walked to Peter's, waiting on the steps as usual. You smiled when he stepped out, and to your surprise, he just began to walk straight ahead instead of saying anything. "Woah, Peter wait up. You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Think so." He only gave you a glance.

"If you wanna talk, you know I'm all ears." You offered, and he took another glance at your beautiful smile, only making him more nervous.

"No, no it's okay. I'm okay."

"Oh." You quietly said. He was being so weird to you. Why wouldn't he look at you? "I didn't do anything, did I?"

"No!" He said too quickly.

"You can be honest with me Peter. I hope you know that." You only looked down, and he held his gaze to you for the first time today. "I'm really sorry if I did something. I just hope we can fix it so things won't be weird."

"What? No, I swear you don't need to worry. It's really not you. It's me. I'm... Going through puberty. Seeing things and people, uh, differently. Sorry if I'm being weird." His voice cracked on the word weird.

You giggled. "Oh. That's totally okay. I wonder if your spidey senses are out of wack from it."

"My what?"

"Your spidey senses. That's what I'm calling it. Aunt May calls it something else though, I just forgot what."

"No, you don't need to repeat what she calls it!"

You were genuinely curious. "Why not? Maybe it's a better name for us to—"

"I'm not letting you call it that!" He cut you off. Peter would be damned if you called your instinctive feelings your Peter Tingle. "I like spidey senses. It's cool and cute. Now what do you mean by it being out of wack?"

You figured if Aunt May's nickname for your sixth sense was truly that embarrassing for him then he wouldn't tell you, so you just dropped it.

"I was just wondering if your powers gets affected by puberty."

"How, how did you deal with puberty and your powers?"

"Oh, I started my period long before the spider bite. That could've been so sucky." He made a face, and you chuckled. "Right, no p word. Sorry."

"It's fine. Just don't want to think about it."

You sighed. "Me neither. I wish I had that option."

He smiled as his eyes drifted towards your clothes. "Did Mr. Stark get you those?"

You looked down at your outfit. "Yeah actually. I guess I didn't scare him off after all."

"I guess not." You nudged each other's arm to tease. "I have the check he made to you. I think you should take it. It could make him happy."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Peter. You always have my back."

As he stared at your smile and sensed your happiness, he had that weird feeling in him again. What was it? It didn't matter. Peter was going to push away those feelings and focus on school, Liz, and Spiderman.

Later on that day you got a text from Happy, saying that Tony accepts your apology, and to fill in on what's going on once a week for him and Tony. You did, and you could tell he cared. He would sometimes tell you a little something about his day or week. He was indeed becoming a good friend.

A few months passed and you and Peter adjusted to your new superhero lives well together. You and Happy texted each other at least once a week, and gave Peter Happy's number out of request. Tony was given information Happy thought he should know, and Tony was secretly happy to be hearing about how well you and Peter were doing. It made him feel like he was protecting you two from a distance.

One day at lunch Flash came up to you and began to gross you out yet again. "Hey girl, what're you doing next Friday night?"

"I don't know. I might take an extra shift at work. Not everybody has a silver spoon down their throats." You had a hint of annoyance to your words.

"Are you saying you need someone like me to take care of you?"

"I'm saying I might have to work because I actually earn the things I get in life Flash."

"Well not when you're someone like me you doesn't really have to worry about working hard on things. It comes naturally." He leaned on the table and shoved away Peter's backpack that was a seat holder, causing you to throw him a dirty look.

"What were you going to ask me Flash?" You kept your voice calm.

"Just wanted to know if you were coming to my party next Friday. Y'know, maybe show up to see me."

"I would never go anywhere to see you Flash."

"C'mon, I'm rich, you got a nice body, let's make other people jealous. I can make some dreams come true. It's not like you don't need the money."

"You didn't even care that I existed until a few months ago." You glared at him. This was a proper asshole. Now you knew.

"That's because it was when you started wearing better clothes. Now that I know there's a hottie under all that nerd, I can get behind it."

"The answer is no. Leave me alone!" You said a little more forcefully. People were beginning to stare, and Flash's face became red. No one said no to him.

"Okay, what's it gonna take to get you there?" He leaned in and asked quietly.

"Is anyone from Mathletes gonna come?"

"Yeah. I invited Liz and she told some other people in the club to come."

"Then I'll only go if I can bring Ned and Peter."

He scoffed. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay then. We'll be there." He sighed in relief. Nobody says no to him, and still haven't.

Your annoyed expression forced itself to a barely there smile when Peter and Ned walked to your table. "Why was Flash talking to you?" Ned asked.

"I guess we're going to a party next Friday." Peter looked confused while Ned couldn't be more happy.

"Oh my God We can be, like, cool now!"

"Why would you say yes to a party from Flash?" Peter asked.

"Liz will be there." Peter's body language changed. "It's a costume party, so you guys find yourselves something to wear."

"You say it like your not going." Peter said, slightly disappointed.

"I'll probably go to make an appearance and leave." You said as you stared at your school food.

"But it won't be the same without you." Peter frowned and shook his head.

"Peter's actually pretty true about that." Ned contently nodded.

"I just don't want to go there. That's it."

"Why are you short today?" Peter blankly asked. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said. You then got up and dumped your food in the trash. "I'm gonna go to the restroom. Bye."

As you quickly walked off, Mj spoke up from the other end of the table. "You two are idiots."

"What did we do?" Ned sceptically asked.

"It's what Flash did. It's obvious that he said something to make her feel like crap. When is he not a rich narcissist?" Peter shot up and quickly went after you by hearing that.

"He's an even bigger idiot." Mj said.

"Yeah, but he'll figure it out someday." Ned shrugged, getting up and going after you too.

You got to the bathroom and put a bunch of paper towels on the corner of the floor. You set your backpack on the floor and sat down. You take out your phone and send a text to Happy, not really knowing who else to talk to. You usually only text him to give each other check ups, rarely actually communicating back and forth.

You: What do you do when a rich asshole makes you feel like you're worth shit?

You stared at your phone and scoffed. Don't be stupid. He's busy. You put your head in your knees. Why do people still get to you? Liz has a ton of money. You wondered if she ever had anything to be ashamed about.

People only started looking at you once you started wearing the clothes Tony got you. Most weren't even revealing at all, they just looked expensive. This was a different feeling. You used to feel ugly and invisible. Now you just feel like a piece of meat. You couldn't tell which feeling was worse. You then heard a buzz.

Bestie: What's his name? I swear I can scare the living crap out of him.

You smiled. He did care. You then saw another message.

Bestie: Also watch your language

You giggled.

You: You didn't answer my question

Bestie: Sometimes you just have to be the bigger person. Once they realize who's actually better, you get both their pride and your better life.

Looks like you really did have a friend.

You: Thanks Happy

Bestie: You didn't answer my question

You grinned.

You: Just some guy at school

You: Doesn't matter

You: I feel better now

Bestie: Good

Bestie: And I don't care what you say, Tony's going to be hearing about this.

You: Ugh traitor

It was embarrassing, but it wasn't like Tony would actually do anything. It's not like he'd drop everything and fly out here. He's a busy man, he's got more to worry about than you being bullied.

"Y/n, are you in there?" Peter asked from the other side of the door.

"We came to see if you were okay." Ned chimed in. You got up and went outside, looking at them confused. "I had to convince Peter not to barge in. I think those two girls passing by think we're creeps now."

"Aww you guys looked like peepers for me?" You pulled them in for a group hug. "I'm fine now. Thanks though."

Ned then spoke up again. "Are you still gonna leave us at the party? Cause we totally understand if–"

"If you guys want me to go, I'll go." They both hugged you again.

After school you walked to Delmar's Deli-Grocery. "Hey Del."

"Llegas una hora antes prima. No te pago horas extras." He said, his back turned.

("You're an hour early cousin. I'm not paying you overtime." He said, his back turned.)

"Relax primo, I'm just gonna do some homework in the back before my shift."

As you did, Delmar called for you. "Prima, someone's here to see you."

"Who is it, Peter?" You asked as you walked out. You then saw Tony stare at you with an unreadable face. "Damnit."

"Why does he call you that?"

"What?"

"Primuh– whatever. Why does he call you that?"

"It's a nickname."

"What does it mean?"

"It means cousin."

"So you two are related?"

"No, we're just that close."

"Can I call you that?"

"Can you pronounce it correctly?"

"Ouch."

"So what's up Mr. Stark."

"I thought it was just Tony."

"I don't know. It's a little unprofessional."

"Do we only have a professional friendship?"

"Are we even friends?"

"You tell me. You stole Happy from me apparently."

"Aye, it's like a mom's new boyfriend trying to get her kid's trust." Delmar said in the back.

"Little loud back there Del." You said.

"Happy told me about this kid. Does he mess with you a lot?"

"He messes with Peter more."

"You didn't answer me."

"Yeah, maybe. Is that really why you came out here?"

He furrowed his brows. "Is that hard to believe?"

"Um, yeah?"

"I've seen a ton of bullies as Iron Man, and I take things like this seriously."

You let out a breathy chuckle. "Tony that's war fare and alien stuff. This is just highschool."

"So? I don't take kindly to people who mess with my friends."

You couldn't stop the smile from coming to your face. Did you really just make friends with some important middle aged men? The thought was laughable. "So, will that be all Mr. Stark?"

"You know I don't like that. Stop." You giggled. "You didn't tell Happy what was going on with you this week."

You shrugged. "I guess I'm going to a costume party next Friday. It's gonna be at the ass wipe's house."

"See, I can do something about that. Okay, I got a date with Pep in a few hours so I'll see you and Peter tomorrow."

"Wait what? Why?"

"Um, so you two can get into costume design and later fitting? Whoever that kid is will be jealous of your costume, and you get to wear a cute couple costume with Peter."

"Happy told me I should just be the bigger person." You teased.

"Yeah, and you will be by being the better dressed person." He smiled at you.

"I knew you had a crush on Peter." Delmar said at the counter. You gave him a dirty look. He glanced at his watch. "You're 2 minutes late. Hurry up."

"Alright, that's my cue." Tony said. "Nice clothes by the way."

"Thanks." You said cheerfully. "My friend gave them to me."

"Wow he had good taste. Well, see you tomorrow kid." And with that he left.

You went to the back and caught the apron Delmar harshly threw at you. He gave you an intense stare. "What?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you take a job like this when you're hanging around billionaires?"

"I like this job. And I'm not a gold digger. He's just really persistent and there's no point of arguing."

"I should fire you for arguing with me so much." He called out.

"Keep it up and I'll stop covering some of your shifts."

"Mmh." He rolled his eyes and you contently smiled, starting work.

Later on that night you suited up, going to Peter's apartment and crawling up to his window. You opened it and crawled on the wall, closing the window. You hopped to the floor and pulled off your mask. "Peter, we need to talk. Tony just saw me today and–"

You stared face to face with a panic looking Peter in his boxers and a surprised Ned.

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Author Note: Just so everybody knows this is my own au where Peter accidentally sent the video of you two to May and had a very interesting phone call with the both of you. I totally forgot to write this and just wrote this message after I posted this chapter. Maybe I'll make a little short of that idk.

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[bluesweatersleeve]

Aw, what's wrong? Are you sick?

for @corkcollector

from yur uhhh are you sick drawing :)

fitz/matt..???

tl:dr = fitz kidnap poor babey matt, gives him pill(s) and now matt has bad stomach ache :(  oh cam? Uh cam not here… anyways…

Its bad and rushed because i had like 50 ideas for your drawing and i just decided “welp, whatever i wanna put in along the way ill just put oh well” lol ill have a list of what i wanted to put at the bottom

DAMNIT ITS FORMATTED DIFFERENTLY awhatever im too tired to fix it im sorry please forgive i might fix in the morning but i must sleep my leg tingles

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The rope began to hurt his wrists, though his ankles became numb to the constant pricking of the roughness. The ropes little bumps and ridges scratched at Matt, going up and down, sometimes side to side. Being restrained to a chair meant non stop struggling, and the rope had begun to dig into his wrists, and even though Matt couldn’t see his wrists, he bet that they were red with pain, perhaps more red than Matt’s red flushed face from the humidity of the basement.

Even if Matt had been stripped down into nothing, the heat would still feel like as though it was personally choking him. Matt didn’t know if it was the heat or maybe if the wounds scattered across his body began to become infected from neglect, but he began to feel sick. And it was evident through his coughs.

Though the coughs felt more like than just a cough. They felt as though it was killing him slowly, and perhaps it was, but Matt refused to let himself die in a dusty, muggy basement. Especially a basement that didn’t even belong to him or a friend. The coughs only progressively got worse though, the outcome transitioning from nothing to blood. It was always blood, never anything else.

Matt refused to look at the small blood patches surrounding him. He knew it was there, and he knew it was from him, but the look of it made the coughs return. The smell was bad enough, but the look of the dried, and recent blood combined only made it worse.

Matt’s only release from everything was when he would pass out from lack of food, or when night fell, and he would be left alone to sleep for the next round of abuse. Though sometimes, his captor liked to interfere with Matt’s temporary feeling of freedom.

Sometimes, Matt’s captor makes Matt sick. But Matt would rather die than be sick.

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The cold water splashed onto Matt, the water, although a refreshing feeling from the constant heat Matt felt, was still a shock, and it stung into Matt’s fresh scars from his captor’s lovely session of torture earlier in the day.

“Ah-!” Matt gasped, the pain and shock combining into a sound. Matt gasped for air as the water dripped from his hair, and began to cough, already feeling something build in his throat. “F-fuck!”

Matt coughed, the blood falling from his mouth and landing onto the floor with a soft splat.

“Disgusting.” The man that towered over him laughed, throwing the once water filled bucket off to the side. He moved slowly as he stood off to the side of Matt, narrowing his eyes when he saw another blood patch fall to the ground. Fitz scoffed as Matt’s coughs continued. A sly smirk played onto his face. “Hmph, look at you. Weak, puny, dying.”

“N-no!” Matt choked out, spitting the blood out from his mouth. The blood ran down his lip as he weakly glared at Fitz, the fighting spirit in his eyes beginning to stir again. “I-I’m not-”

Matt’s head dropped down as another coughing fit began, his throat beginning to ache as blood clogged up, feeling like it only moved a centimeter each hack he had. The blood came out in pieces, landing in the water coloring it red. Matt felt like passing out from the coughing fit, but his attention was focused on Fitz who smiled smugly at him.

“I-I’m not dying..”

“You so sure about that?” Fitz asked as if to mock Matt’s statement. He laid his hands softly onto Matt’s shoulders, holding it with a wicked grin. “You’ve been coughing blood for how long now? 3, 4 days? Oh! And how long has those wounds been on you? 6, or maybe a whole week?”

“No-”

“Oh Matt, how will you ever get better after this? Normal medicine won’t do..” Fitz said, looking at Matt who turned his head to the side to avoid his gaze. “Good thing I don’t use normal medicine.”

Matt’s eyes became alert and his head whipped around to look at Fitz. Fitz smirked at him and brought his hand behind him, pulling out a bottle of white pills. Matt’s tough persona broke, and he shook his head, lowering it, and feeling himself begin to break down. Fitz chuckled, and rattled the bottle as he circled Matt and stopped in front of him, looking at Matt’s lowered yet almost still head. The tears fell onto Matt’s already wet shirt, and FItz rolled his eyes.

“Stop crying, you fucking child.” Fitz grabbed a handful of Matt’s hair and pulled it up, forcing Matt to look at him. Fitz’s face scrunched up as Matt looked.at him tearfully. Matt snarled and glared at Fitz, who growled back. “God, you’re disgusting. Good thing I’m getting rid of you.”

Fitz opened the bottle, and took out a few looking at Matt who stared at the pills with fear. The white pills looked as though they were glowing in Fitz’s hand under the moonlight. The rest of the pills were thrown off to the side, close to where the bucket lay.

Fitz approached Matt, and time seemed to move slow, as if to torture Matt in what might be his last day alive. Matt stared at Fitz through half-lidded eyes, who stared at him back. Fitz managed to catch him off guard and grabbed Matt’s hair quickly, and pulled it again, Matt’s mouth hanging loose to which Fitz used to his advantage and dropped the pills in. Matt instantly tried to spit them out, but failed when Fitz clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Mm- mh!” Matt shook his head, trying to remove Fitz’s hand from his mouth. Fitz grabbed the back of Matt’s head and held him still, smiling as Matt’s half-lidded eyes turned wide eyed with panic. “Mmm!”

“If you swallow it, this’ll be over so much quicker.” Fitz said, tightening his grip on Matt’s head. Matt shook his head, but complied when Fitz began to crush his hands together.

Matt closed his eyes as he forced himself to slowly swallow the half dissolved pills, having to also swallow the bitter and gross saliva pool in his mouth. Matt opened his eyes and glared at Fitz when finished, but he folded when a sharp and sudden pain hit his stomach. Fitz let go of Matt and watched as Matt twitched with pain.

Matt breathed heavily and looked at Fitz, who smiled cheerfully at him. Matt lurched forward, and cried out in agony as the pain continued.

“D-damnit..” Matt heaved, dropping his head as the pain disappeared and reappeared. “F-fuck you!”

“Aw, what's wrong? Are you sick?” Fitz laughed, glancing back at the bottle of pills. He smiled and turned back to Matt “If you’d like, I can give you more.”

“N-no!” Matt writhed with pain, feeling it beginning to throb, as if it had a mind of it’s own and knew Matt hated it. “Please, no!”

Fitz cackled and stepped away from the view in front of him. Matt’s poor attempt at trying to stop the pain ended with the rope on his wrists digging deeper into him. Matt didn't know what to do, but all he felt was an extreme pain that seemed to spread all across his body. Matt wished he could scream, but his throat was clogged with blood and saliva, only letting whimpers and chokes out.

Fitz held Matt's head softly, trying to stop himself from laughing as Matt shook.

"Ah, don't worry Matt, by this night you should be dead." Fitz proudly announced to him, pulling away from him and walking to the door. "Keep coughin' Matt, because if you're not dead by tonight, then I'll kill you myself."

Fitz revealed a metal bat that rest just behind the thick wooden door frame, and tapped it on the floor, letting it echo, and sound over Matt's pained whines. He took one last glance at the soon to be corpse, and smirked at what he has made of Matt.

The door slammed shut, and Matt knew it was the last time he would hear it, thank god, because Matt could already feel himself slipping from consciousness.

Matt smiled weakly and looked at the door.

"I'll see you, Cam.." Matt murmured, dropping his head, letting the pain overtake him as his breathing slowed. "I'll see..you.."

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WELP heres like all 50 of my ideas lolol

-fitz pretends to be cam, puts something in matts drink and turns him into a mindslave (and a 2nd one but matt dies instead)

-fitz pretends to be cam, puts something in matts drink, and matt begins to forget stuff, and eventually forgets e v e r y t h i n g, and is stuck in an neverending existential crises

-matt was gonna spit in fitz's faces before being forced to take the pills

-matt was gonna go crazy after taking the pills like "death? dont know her! fuck you!"

-there was gonna be no bloody cough before but i said yeah sure why not

-fitz was gonna wrap ropes around matt to increase his pain, or he was gonna let matt out of his chair but like, break his limbs (then i was like "wait a minute idk how to write bones!), and let him writhe in pain

-cams spirit gonna appear oOoOo (then i said no! this isnt wattpad!)

-idk in the basement theres a small ass window, and i was gonna have some weird ass connection to the moon but was like nah

-was gonna add a whole thing of cam being the next victim and matts dead body just in front of him the whole time, and fitz comes down and he's holding the pills

-^^if i was gonna add that, once cam died, fitz was gonna call his fukin goons and be like "alright the first couples down, get the next one. ah..swagger and toby was it?"

-i was too lazy

-bUt there was gonna be one where cam just breaks into the basement and beats the shit out of fitz and leaves with matt

-^^or it was gonna be fitz reacts like the fucking flash and beats his ass first and taunts matt with his bruised/dead body

-i was too lazy

okay im donee..its 4:02am im gonna sleep i hope you see this hahhxhhdha

bye sisters, respect the queen or i slice your peen

of course queen is toby.

[junglejimmason]

Buy Me Love

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Duncan’s escort girl and things get complicated when you realize you have feelings for him. 

Warnings: Mentions of prostitution, Oral sex (Male and Female receiving), Fingering, Protected sex. 

Notes: I know prostitution is taboo and if you are uncomfortable with this subject, please, don't read. For the others, I really hope you will enjoy reading this. Thank you! 😘

You were every men’s dream girl, the one they always wanted, the one they were desperately searching for in every woman.

You knew what men were missing and you knew how to give it to them. There was no chase, no games. You buttered those men up, told them what a ‘great lover’ they were, and moaned like a porn star.

Because that was your job, you sold sex and affection for money.

Like others have said before, you belonged to everyone and no one. But you didn’t mind, you liked your job. You were working for a great escort agency, meeting rich men in fancy and expensive hotel rooms, or at their place for an extra fee. Sometimes, you were taken to social events, pretending to be their girlfriend or anything else depending on what you had agreed on earlier.

Long story short, everything was going smoothly—until you met him.

Duncan Shepherd.

Mr. Shepherd, as he often liked you to call him, was not like your regular clients. For started, he was younger than them, probably in his late twenties, and he was very attractive. Duncan was nice enough, not obnoxious and while he was polite and mature, he wasn't overly friendly. He had not weird sexual fetishes or fantasies which was a good change for you. Duncan was into roleplaying and what we could call, passionate erotic sex.

He could be rough or soft, depending on his moods and he was a good fuck. Like, a really good one. So good that you have experimented your first orgasm with a client thanks to him and it was nice not pretending for once. Duncan genuinely wanted you to enjoy yourself as much as he was enjoying himself and you really appreciated that.

After months of great sex and pillowtalks you became very comfortable around each other, you have gotten to know him on a personal level and time seemed to fly by when you were together. You truly liked him, as a client but also as a person and it was reciprocal. Duncan was a good man, You could feel it and you trusted him, so one night after mind-blowing sex, when he questioned you about your real name you just told him, unhesitatingly.

At first, Duncan was asking for your services once a month then twice a month and later, one time a week.

You should have know better.

You were being too close, too friendly and you were thinking about him much more that you wanted to confess. It was wrong, very wrong. Because escorts couldn’t fall for their clients and deep down, you knew you were starting to have strong feelings for Duncan.

It had to stop, so you’ve decided that tonight will be the last time you saw him. You still didn’t know which excuses you could come up with to justifie why you didn’t want to work for him anymore—specially when things were good between you. You could have ask your agency to do that for you but honestly, it didn’t feel right to you.

Tonight, Duncan wanted you to dress up as a secretary. It was his favorite role play sexual fantasy along side with the teacher/student one. Duncan could be such a cliche sometimes but you will be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, you loved it.

So here you were, standing outside the door marked number 606. You wore a black pencil skirt and a white business shirt. You were also wearing glasses to complete your secretary look. Underneath, you wore white suspender belt and lacy underwear, with black stockings.

You were nervous because this was it—the last time. You knocked on the door and exhaled heavily as your heart raced faster.

The door finally opened after a few moment later and there he stood. Duncan smiled sexily when he saw you in your outfit, and you had to swallow the lump in your throat. God, he was so hot.

‘Mr. Shepherd, you wanted to see me, sir?’

He smirked. ‘I did. Please, come in.’

You rolled your lips to hide your smile and walked past Duncan into the room. He closed the door behind you.

You turned to Duncan when you felt him getting closer to you.

‘I'll get straight to the point, Miss your/escort/pseudonym. I know what you did,’ He lifted his chin, his eyes alight with mischief. ‘and I must say, I really hate it when you disobey me.’

You tried to appear defeated and mildly panicked as you continued in your role. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Shepherd. I promise I won’t do it again.’

Duncan smiled a little sadistically. ‘Oh I know you won’t, Miss y/e/p,’ he paused, probably for dramatic effect, ‘because you are fired.’

you pleaded him with your eyes as you looked desperately into his owns.

‘Please don’t fire me, sir,’ you begged. ‘I really need this job, I—I will do anything but please, don't fire me.’

Duncan licked his lips as his hungry eyes dropped to your breasts. ‘Anything?’

You moved closer to him. ‘Yes. Anything, Mr. Shepherd,’ you whispered in his ear.

Duncan pushed you away from him and said firmly ‘On your knees, now.’

You dropped to your knees and undid his belt, sliding his pants and boxer down swiftly. Duncan's beautiful thick cock sprung free, and you took it into your mouth. He inhaled sharply, his hands moving to the back of your head. You looked up and smiled at Duncan and he gave you a devilish smirk in exchange.

‘Disobedient secretaries need to be punished,’ he began. ‘so I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, very hard.’

You moaned around his cock, Duncan closed his eyes and grabbed your hair in his hands as he began to slide in and out of your mouth. You looked up at him with tearful eyes, watching him losing control as his pants dropped to his knees.

‘Fuck,’ Duncan moaned and then he hissed when you bared your teeth. ‘Jesus, woman.’

You were probably as much turned on than he was at this point and he hadn’t touched you yet. You did not know how much time has passed but you started to feel your throat burning and suddently Duncan lifted you off the ground and kissed you hard.

When your lips parted he watched you breathless. ‘I want y/n now, no more game, alright?’

You smiled when he took off your glasses, ‘Anything you want, Duncan.’ and kissed him again.

You unbuttoned his shirt and slided it over his shoulders. You took off his shoes, and then his pants before you pushed him back onto the bed. You stood on the bed over him, as he watched you with fire in his eyes. You began to take your shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, and then you slid your skirt down your legs and kicked it off. Duncan reached out for you, but you moved away so you could take off your bra and your panties, leaving you only in your suspender belt and your stockings.

You bent down to position yourself on him but Duncan grabbed you and flipped you over so you were underneath him. He gently kissed your lips, your jawline and then your throat as if he wanted to apologize for being rough earlier and you shivered at the thought. He started to leave wet kisses on your neck and you groaned, you could feel him smiled as he slowly traced his finger over your breast, and then down your stomach, over your pussy.

‘I need to get my tongue between your legs.’ He whispered sensually, letting his teeth playing with your earlobe. 

Your breathing faltered and Duncan started to let his mouth dropped lower and lower, paying attention to each one of your breast and nipples before he came closer to the place you needed him the most. Duncan put your legs on his shoulders and blew on your dripping core. You cursed him and he chuckled. Bastard.

He pulled your pussy apart and licked it. Duncan’s head bobbed back and forth, eyes closed, like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you were. Your breathing were heavier and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. You were holding the back of his head, pressing him to you and Duncan spread your legs to gave himself better access. Your body began to tingle when he pushed two fingers in and you cried out, Duncan was licking and sucking at your clit simultaneously. He pumped you with two fingers, then three, and the bed began to rock.

Duncan smiled as he watched your face. “You like that, baby?” he whispered.

‘Hmm, yes, Duncan—but I need more, please.’

‘Define more,’ He said with a cocky grin.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to hide a smile. ‘Your cock, I need your big cock, Duncan.’ you dramatically moaned and he laughed.

Removing his fingers from you, he bited your clit and kissed your pussy one last time. ‘Anything you want, y/n.’ He winked at you.

Duncan rolled a condom on and positioned his body between your legs. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his tongue as he started to rub his cock over your pussy and you moaned in each other mouth.

He pushed himself inside of you and you whimpered at the feeling. Duncan stayed still for a bit and then he finally moved to slide out of you, but only for a moment, and then he was sliding back home where he belonged. He kissed you again as he pulled out and slide back in. Duncan did over and over, until, somehow, you were going hard at it. 

The sound of your skin slapping together echoed all around the room. You gripped his shoulders as a shudder runned through you. You were so close. ‘Duncan,’ you panted.

“Let it go. I've got you, baby”

You began to moan, and he smiled down at you. “That’s it. Give it up for me.”

You cried out and convulsed, coming hard as you looked deep in Duncan’s eyes. Your breaths was strained as you tried to control your breathing. Duncan growled, losing control, and he scrunched his features together, pounding into you hard. So fucking hard. When he came, he hold himself still, deep inside of you before he convulsed forward. 

Breathlessly, Duncan kissed your neck and then, your lips before falling to the bed next to you.

‘Damn it, y/n—you blow my fucking mind, every time.’ He chuckled and you took a deep breath.

Next time. You will tell him that you quit, next time.