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dilf-docs · 3 months ago

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He Comes Alive At Midnight (Every Night)

max phillips x younger fem!reader

summary: everyone in your office is turning into vampires. literally. the unbelievable scenario only seems to get worst when you find out the one behind it all is your ex-boss, max phillips.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, dubcon, choking, thigh riding, bit of dry humping?, oral (f. receiving), p. in v., creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, dom!max, tw: blood, blood kink, stalking themes, humilliation kink

word count: 6,005 words

side note: hi. this movie sucked ass. and yes, yet again i've watched a movie for a man (are we surprised!). it was the camp so-bad-it's-fun type of movie, but at least me and @ann-gell had a good time. also, the random matthew lillard cameo wtf- we were both in shock IJBOL but anyway, we wanted to watch this movie for a while 'til the "blood kink fic" became a joke, but then i qtd a post in twitter abt the movie,, it was divine intervention atp. please enjoy while i cook the three joel miller fanfics inside my draft soup. GUYS IF THIS FLOPS I WILL KILL U ALL THEN MYSELF

This day couldn't get any worse.

First, Evan and Tim had been bothering you all morning. Your fault? Being Amanda's best friend in the office. You had told the men to (not so) kindly fuck off, and then the big boss had called you to his office to inform you about great news: you had to help Evan and Andrew's slacker ass to finish the Phallusite presentation. Just fucking great. Also, you woke up to find the knob of your main door broken. How? No idea, but you were just tired of the day, begging for it to end. But it's just started.

And it's about to get worse.

"Hey, y/n" you raise your view, stopping your typing. It's Evan, again.

"I think I was clear this morning" you say, not bothering to keep on looking at him.

"It's not about Amanda" you chuckle, and he sighs at your reaction. "Ted wants everyone on his office"

"Is this the part where you expect me to ask?" you drop, sardonic.

"He says he's got an announcement to make" it's not hard to miss the hopeful glint on his eyes. He bends over your cubicle and whispers, "I think he's going to make me sales manager"

You don't have time to entertain the man. No one in particular (sadly, just the customers, because that's about your job), but less the man partly responsible for your new assignment. So this means you too don't have motivation at all to assist to your boss' meeting, but hey, it's your job-- not like there's an option there.

In the end, the announcement was indeed about the sales manager position that had been empty as for now. But it only takes a turn for the worst for both you and Evan.

"So, I'm proud to announce our new manager of sales, Max Phillips"

Enter him: confident strut and cocky smirk. He takes off his dark shades (who in their right mind wears sunglasses inside an office barely grazed by light?) as people clap.

It's like the world stops.

"No, no, no. Not Max" you hear Tim whisper next to you. You turn your head, eavesdropping on their conversation as Mike asks him who the hell Max is. "Max, Evan and I went to college together. It's kind of a long story"

"That wasn't long" Andrew counters. Mike agrees.

"Oh, did I mention that Max slept with Evan's girlfriend, so Evan had Max kicked out of school for cheating, so Max punched Evan in the face?" he adds.

You raise an eyebrow.

"No. You skipped all that"

"Hey, y/n. You okay?" Tim nudges you with his elbow as Max keeps talking, but your brain has reduced his voice to a loud pitched ring.

"Huh?"

"You're pale" Andrew agrees.

You scoff. "Can't a girl be pale anymore this days?"

"Well" Mike coughs. Of course. "You're not exactly-"

"What's that noise behind?" Ted catches up on your chatter.

Now you figure you've gone at least ten shades lighter. Practically a fucking ghost by now.

Especially when he sees you. Oh, his auburn carry a wicked gleam, and he's licking his lips as he locks his eyes into you, despite being glued to the corner behind the rest of your coworkers.

"Sales is... seduction" he drops the word, gaze not leaving yours. Evan seems to notice, looking over his shoulder to see it's you who Max is looking at. "And when you seduce, do you say: I have a 401k? or I floss? No. You say... I love you"

You gulp down, nervously, your throat oddly constricted.

"Why is this guy looking at you?" Tim asks. You can't find the words to answer.

He continues talking, leaving you alone, but by the way he smirked, you know this is just the beginning.

And you're back to where it started: the sunny California, your old life in LA. You had a job, friends and a boyfriend. It was nice, like an ice cream while watching the sunset. It was safe-- this was all you knew.

Enter Max.

Your friends stopped talking to you, turning into weird versions of themselves: they only seemed to know how to work, fuck, not sleep and repeat. Then, your boyfriend broke up with you: couldn't even scramble off words to form a good excuse, despite being together for four years. And then the worst of it all: him, your boss, who couldn't stop finding ways to get under your skin, your back hitting all the walls of the office, where he'd corner your shaking frame. Words always seemed to be lost when Max breathed over you, his cologne still on your clothes as you arrived home. You rejected every advance with a silent temperance, not even giving him the pleasure of a reply. So then it started: the missing clothes, the broken windows and the previously locked doors open.

Suddenly, the knob this morning doesn't feel like a simple mistake and more of a sinister coincidence, making the pit in your stomach sink further.

You had left, hoping it was all in the past. But now he's here, talking about making a million dollar in sales this month like he hadn't ruin your life.

"It's aggressive, yes" Max agrees while sitting on Ted's desk, legs sprawled open on a manspread, "but I'm confident we can hit it. And if we don't, Ted and I have already agreed... we'll be forced to kill all of you"

A cold shiver runs down your back. You don't know what Max Phillips is capable of, but you believe it.

"So you better do what he says!" encouraging, but feels like a threat.

You catch Evan stay behind, probably to talk with Ted about what the fuck just happened. You would too, but how could you explain it? That your ex-boss had found a way to sneak back into your life, slithering with a deathly venom into your new office's grounds. It is during this brief stop that something hard collides against you. Well, someone. And of course, that someone is him.

"Small world, huh?" he chuckles. Before you can even think of replying, his broad shoulders brush with yours in a swift manner as he passes by, yet it feels like a deliberate violent hit. You watch him close the door of his office, which used to be Evan's, sliding his name over the position's plaque. He could've slid a knife over your throat as well and it would've felt the same.

Weird things had happened. First, the new intern dissapeared. No one noticed, of course, but you cared about these small things. Then, Dave started acting all weird and aggressive, long gone the pathetic man who only talked about his cat and couldn't bring himself to ask back the money he was owed.

And the office got darker, because you never needed glasses, but now seemed to squint your eyes to read your computer's screen. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep: you hadn't been able to close your eyes, rather positioned yourself in watch at your door, prepared for anything to happen. So far, nothing, but you wouldn't fool yourself to let your guard down.

Now, you sit with both Andrew and Evan as you try to finish the Phallusite presentation; everyone else has gone home.

"And you can call me Ward Cleaver 'cause I just banged out June"

"Nice"

You roll your eyes at their antics.

It's Andrew's turn. "You can call me Uncle Ben because I just nailed May"

Didn't uncle Ben die?

You keep it to yourself. Then, they both look at you, expecting.

"Call me Fed-Ex, because I always deliver!"

Andrew winces. Evan sighs, giving you an awkward smile.

"There was an attempt"

"Fuck you, guys. It was good!"

"Oh, shit" Evan curses. "Zabeth only brought up the hard copies through July" he looks at Andrew, "can you run downstairs and get August?"

He's not fully convinced, but then he's gone. Evan looks at you, and you give him a weird look.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"I'm about to do something I shouldn't" he pauses. "Don't tell anyone"

You cross your arms over your chest. "You're overestimating how much I care"

"It's about Max"

He must've sensed your change in demeanor, the mask slipping for a brief moment, because he grins in satisfaction.

"Oh, it seems I'm not the only one with shared history with Phillips, huh?"

You spin your chair around, back facing him. "I don't want to talk about that"

"We don't have to" he's quick to agree. "I just want to get rid of him" Evan makes a pause, hoping you're in. When you turn around, seems like you are, "will you help me?"

Getting rid of Max Phillips (again) sounds the closest heaven on earth.

"But you can't tell anyone else about this" you pause, "or about me and Max"

"Whatever it is" he assures, "I'm taking it to my deathbed"

You purse your lips. "I'm still not telling you"

"Oh" he barely hides his dissapointment. "Okay, yeah. Not like I was expecting it-"

You get up from your chair. "Let's go"

"Right"

That night, you both broke into his office. Inside, you recognized Amanda's folder. It contained the profiles of your coworkers. The cutting employees was real then, huh? To confirm your theory, some pictures were circled while others were crossed over with red marker: Mike was crossed, and he was gone. Curiously, neither you nor Evan had anything scribbled over. You reach the last profile on the file: Ted, your boss. Crossed.

"We have what we need. You are free to go home and get some rest" he palms the file. "Tomorrow is a big day. Max Phillips will be history, and that's all that matters"

"And the meeting"

He seems to remember. "Right, sorry"

After biding proper goodbyes, you drive home, but your mind is elsewhere as you pass empty dim-lit streets. All you can think of is Max hadn't made a decision on you yet. Worse, you didn't know if that's good or bad.

You toss around in bed, unable to find some sleep. Glancing at the clock in the nighstand, and it reads three in the morning.

This is crazy. But you still get out of bed, shower, do your make up and speed the brakes back to the office.

Maybe it was the anxiety for Max's appearence or the Phallusite deal, you ponder as you ride the elevator up, which is why you're real early to your office day. You will practice, you tell yourself, and master the presentation until the words are ingraned into your brain.

You're in the middle of a slide when a sound catches your ear. You look around: it's not even five in the morning, the sun is still down, and aside from you, there's no one else in the building.

You try to calm yourself down, blaiming an animal or the wind. But then it sounds again. You get up from your desk, shaky legs doing a small round.

"Hello?" you ask into the eerie silence, "is anyone there?"

You walk towards your desk again, ready to sit down, when there's a banging sound heard from downstairs. Now you start to realize you never saw Andrew come back.

A cold shiver runs down your spine. You gulp, harshly, and jolt back to your desk. In a rush, you grab your things, but as you zip your bag, a swoosh passes by through you. Kneeling down, you hide below your desk. And then you hear it. Steps. Menacing, paused steps. You cover your mouth, trying not to make a sound, while the other one clutches your bag so hard, your hand turns white.

The steps move away, but the exit seems so far away. You take your chances, and run to the first door you can see. Inside, you lock it as fast as you can, bag dropping to the floor when a loud banging starts on the other side. You tremble in the dark office, thinking this is it: no presentation, no getting rid of Max. No, you would pathetically die in a telemarketing office.

"Go away!" you pleadingly cry to whoever, or whatever, is on the other side. "Leave me alone, please!"

The banging stops. Just like that? You doubt your good luck. Then, how was that phrase again?

If the predator leaves the prey, is because he has become it.

You pray to God, close your eyes and accept your fate. But then the lights turn on.

"Hello, little dove"

(The nickname. He had call you that once, laughing at the way your eyes avoided his gaze, like a coward. How the hairs on your cold skin had prickled, the blood rushing to your cheeks in a delicious red Max couldn't stop thinking about. You had worn white that day: the day he decided he was going to make your life impossible)

You could be deaf and still recognize the voice. Your body gives up, falling to the floor. Your heart and yesterday's reheated lasagna you had for lunch rise up in your throat.

What a terrible sick joke.

He, the one you had escaped from before. He, who you pictured be gone as of today, now cornering you inside an office you had locked yourself, outside God knows what.

He, Max Phillips in the flesh.

"Max" you say his name like it's forbidden.

You refuse to meet him in the eye, gaze trained to the floor.

"You have to calm down, y/n. Your heart is going like crazy!" he jumps up from his chair, where he had been previously sitting, legs drapped over his desk. "Tell me, what's got you so worried?"

Taunting. Mocking. Downright cruel. Like he spat in your face.

"Hey, I'm talking to you" his voice is soft, but then his fingers dig in your arm, pulling you up with a surprising strength. You yelp as Max raises you in your feet, still refusing contact. "I'm your boss, y/n. Don't forget that. I could get your little bratty ass kicked out, so you better do as I say"

You feel his breath ghost over your face in rapid puffs. It's too quiet. His fingers press on the soft tissues of your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, eliciting a cry out of you.

"And look at me when you speak"

"You" you seethe out, tongue dripping in venom.

(You, who ruined my life. Who made me leave behind everything and everyone I knew. The reason why I was scared to leave my house and meet strangers in the eye. You, Max, who despite it all, lingers in my mind. Who's under my skin, deep in the dirty marrow of my bones, in my flesh, in my veins, rushing through with the same guilty pleasure nicotine does)

"Me?" he chuckles amused, "what about me, little dove?"

"I escaped from you once" you spit. "I will do it again. But you won't ruin my life this time"

He lets out a big laugh, right in your face. It makes your blood run cold.

"You think you escaped from me? Aw, little dove. That's adorable" he chuckles darkly. "You won because I let you"

It comes crashing down with the weight of a sinking ship.

"W-what...?"

A satisfied smirk paints across his features. "That's right, y/n. Let you get away just to see your pretty face shine in satisfaction. Have I told you how I love when your eyes shine when you think you've won? I gotta say, I missed it. Seeing them closed while you sleep isn't the same" he sighs, his face now practically buried against yours, and you swear you feel his teeth graze it when Max opens his mouth to speak. "Had to have the very real thing in front of me"

The open windows and broken locs. He had been there: inside the safety of your home, the illusion now gone.

"Liar" you grit, "you sick fuck"

"Face it" his nose digs in your flushed cheek, hand still on your chin. He takes a whiff out of your smell, the vainilla making him dizzy: it's the same one he remembers. Your scent is so inviting, mixed with your fear, that it makes him lick his lips. "You're as obssesed with me as I am with you"

"I don't know what makes you think that" his head dives to your collarbones. You squirm as his wet tongue licks a sleazy trail through your neck, staying on a spot.

"Oh, but I think you do" and his mouth starts to suck on that spot until the skin cries in a purple rain. "Thought I wouldn't notice, huh? Your perfume is all over my office, baby. Can I ask, what where you doing here?"

His other hand smacks harshly against your chest. It travels up, until it gets to the valley of your tits. He slides it inside the fabric of your white button up blouse, your heartbeat bellow.

"And don't try to lie to me" he threats in a low rumble, "because I'll know when you do"

"The papers, in your desk" you manage to whisper out. "Came to see who you were firing and who was staying"

"And was it just you?"

"Y-yes" you feel his squeeze one of your tits between his fingers, the calloused digits imprinting themselves on the plush skin.

"You sure?" you yelp when he roughly grabs a breast. "Have you already forgotten what I told you, little dove, huh? Or ar my hands too... distracting"

You let out a sharp breath. "Evan was there too"

"Fucking coward" he spits. "Can't get over our little fight still. Did he tell you what happened?"

You nod.

"Good, then you're aware I'm the better thing" his hand leaves your chest, but the other one still grabs you from your chin. Your eyes close when his free hand finds its way to your neck, his big fingers wrapping around your throat. As you feel a moan ready to leave your mouth, you sink your teeth into your lower lip. There’s no way you'll give him that satisfaction. "Looking so pretty with my hand around you"

His thumb presses on your weak spot, making you gasp for air.

"I need you to be a good girl and swear on it"

You squirm under his weight pressed on you, but it's futile.

"I swear on my life that I'll be a good girl" your lungs burn when you say it.

His grip on your throat tightens. "Say that again"

You gulp with difficulty. "I swear"

He slams your body against the wall. "Say it!"

"I swear!" you cry out, "I swear!"

"Good" he chuckles darkly. "Because this time, I'll make sure of it"

He finally cuts the distance, trapping your lips in his. He's pulling you closer by your waist, your name dropping from his mouth in a sultry sickeningly sweet voice.

"You know you can touch if you want, right?" he taunts, seeing how you ball your fists to the sides. "I'm all yours"

Your brain begs you to keep fighting, but you're stuck in the way his mouth feels in yours: invasive, like the way he'd stalk you, violating every bit of privacy, destroying every sense of safety you had. Now, he's eating you out, tongue in your insides as he chases your touch, his hand taunting your back with fleeting touches, up and down in your back, waiting for the moment you cave in.

A breathy moan pushes past your lips.

"Max" falls past your treacherous mouth, body dizzy and confused with pleasure.

You drap your leg over his hip, the pencil skirt riding up your thighs, as he puts his hand below to support it. With your fingers, you grab his short hair.

"That's right, little dove" he humms in approval. "Surrender yourself to me"

His thigh parts a space between your legs, thick muscle now grinding against your warmth.

"Please" you whimper at the friction.

He chuckles at that, eyes darkening.

"You sound so pretty when you beg"

You mewl at the praise, rolling your hips back and forth on his thigh. The pressure on your folds burns like a candle: a warm burn, intense yet gentle. Max moves his knee slowly, trying to even your desperate movements. The air burns yet again in your lungs, and only then you allow yourself to kiss him.

He's quick to reciprocate, his palm cupping your cheek, the size so big, it practically covers all of your face. He swallows your moans in the heat of the kiss, and you only pull back when you need to breath.

Max then takes the chance to get to your neck again, sucking on the skin hungrily, especially on that one spot he had licked before. At the same time, his hard cock runs against your clothed pussy, his hips meeting where you rub yourself each time.

You roll your head to the side, reduced to a whimpering mess.

He tears open your blouse, buttons flying as he takes the opportunity to dip his head in your collarbones, nipping at the skin as he gets rid of it completely.

"Oh, little dove" he touches your waist as your hands grip at his back. "You're so beautiful, my sweet temptress. Lurking around, ever since California, couldn't stop thinking about you. Needed to have you, all for me"

He slides the lace of your bra in a harsh tug, almost ripping the lingerine. Now, your breasts are fully exposed, and the nipples perk with the cold hitting them. With one swift move, he picks you up and throws you into his desk, the papers flying everywhere. Max is back at the task of kissing your neck, like he's fascinated by it.

"Enough of the games, eh" he mocks your fucked-out state. "Gonna give you the real goods, yes? So you'll see why both Evan's college ex girlfriend and Amanda prefer me"

Once your skirt is rode up, he grinds his exposed cock against your pussy, your dripping wet folds receiving the change―the contact without layers anymore―in a welcoming fluttering clench at nothing.

"So wet for me" Max rasps, leaving hickeys down your neck until he can finally kiss your collarbones. He's then sucking on your skin, his teeth brushing against your skin. "Can you feel that?" you squirm, "that's how much I want you, y/n. Need to take a bite of you"

He can feel your pulse quicken, the smell of your arousal deepening as his teeth scrape against your skin.

"Bite?" you ask, despite the way your head is dizzy. "Why?"

"Use that pretty head of yours, little dove" he mocks, "and think: why is everyone in this office acting weird now? There's your answer"

"I-I don't get it" you whine.

His eyes darken, and you swear his teeth get pointer.

"Don't worry. You soon will"

The first time his teeth sink, your head stops working. Your ears ring, and there's this burning sensation that comes in waves, washing over you until all you feel is nothing. Numb. The room spins, skin tingling like crazy. You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair as he harshly sucks and then he releases it again to bite into your flesh. The bite goes deep, fangs piercing your skin, electric pleasure courses through you, forcing you to yelp because you weren’t ready for it.

"Just a taste, baby" he groans. "Just a little taste"

But then slurping sounds bounce off the walls, and you begin to see dark spots in your vision. Max moans, sounds drowned in the crook of your neck as he takes another bite, cock throbbing in his pristine pants.

"Fuck, y/n. You do know how to satisfy a man's hunger"

He traps your mouth with his, tongue pushing past your lips. You can feel the metallic taste of your own blood as he keeps grinding against you.

"M-Max" you squirm under his insistent grinding and abuse of your skin. He just chuckles, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy. You grip his arm for support, your nails sinking on his bicep. He hisses at the sting, but by the way he's smiling, that's the least of his worries.

"You're soaked, little dove. Don't tell me you're getting off at my teeth in your skin?" he raps, "on me feeding from you"

Max places a hand on your pussy, making you gasp and squirm.

"Don't worry, fun's just getting started"

You bite your lip so hard, blood pours out. You swear, even in your hazy vision, that he licks his lips. Then, with a wet lazy trace of his tongue, he licks it off your lips. He gawks at your face, hungrily so.

You look ruined, and he had just taken one small bite.

His eyes fall to your free breasts. Max can hear the sound of the pump of your veins, the rush addictive. He leans down with a smile, tongue darting across your sensible tits. Your boss can't help it when his teeth sink again in your skin, ichor pouring out in a lustful trail he's quick to lick off. You claw at his back, begging him to stop, but he's got you at his mercy, pinned under him, his bites now deeper as he growls at the sweet nectar maroon taste of you. He lets go, releasing your bruised flesh from his hungry greedy mouth.

"Fuck" he mutters, running a hand through his now disheveled hair. "If I don't stop now, I'll be at it for hours; whole office will come back and find you over my desk, begging and moaning. But we don't want to put on a show, do we?"

Yet his hand slips between your legs, fingers pushing your panties to the side. All you can do is squirm, wimpering as he's tracing your pussy, coating his digits with your slick.

"Tell me, little dove. Is your blood as sweet as this pussy?" Max sucks his fingers, an obscene slurping sound coming out of his mouth. The taste of your sweet ichor and your arousal... it's too much, even for a man as experienced as him. "Use your words to tell me how this feels"

His fingers part your folds, touching your clit. You blabber nonsense, and Max darkly laughs at how easy it was to have you under him, moaning and squirming because of his mouth and touch.

"Talk to me" he lulls, caressing your cheek. "Where did that loud mouthed brat go, huh? Or all it took was my fingers inside this pretty pussy for you to be an obedient good girl?"

That's what makes it hotter, he thinks. That you, who ran away from him, but now are so wet and sensitive, like you hadn't defied him in the past and ignored all his efforts to woo you.

"N-no" you stutter, eyes squeezed shut.

"No, what?" Max mocks. Then, snaps his fingers in your face. "Hey, look at me" he grabs your chin roughly. "You look at me when I fuck you, understood?"

When you open your eyes, a few tears spill out, the pleasure deeply rooted in the pain.

"Good girl" he praises, then licks the side of your face where the salty drops have fallen.

He drops on his knees, hand cupping all of your knee as his mouth leaves wet sloppy kisses on your thighs, up to your core. You writhe, twisting your fists at your sides until they turn white.

"Let me reward you properly" he adds under his breath, but before you can ask what he means, Max's fangs bare in your inner thigh, making you scream his name. He then sucks on the bite. He releases your thigh until he's done, moaning deeply.

"So good" he groans against your warm skin, your blood on his mouth acting like a lipstick of some sorts, red imprints of his mouth up your inner thigh. "Now, let's get to the point, shall we? It's almost time" the sun rising in the back a reminder of the running clock.

First, he pulls your skirt off. Then, he hooks his fingers in your panties and rips them off. Without loosing time, Max's hungry form is quick to bury his mouth in your pussy, your blood and your slick mixing in a combination that strains his pants.

He puts your legs over his shoulders, keeping you parted for his hungry mouth. His tongue laps at your entrance, doing circling minstrations around your clit, his moans of pleasure sending vibrations that make your walls flutter and pussy clench.

"My little dove" he coos, tongue poking his sharp fangs. Max's chin is dripping with your slick, and he licks off some of it. "Can't get enough of you"

You roll your head to the side arching your back.

"P-please" you beg, "don't stop"

He squeezes your thigh, red droplets of blood oozing out of your punctured skin. Max sucks hard, strong fingers keeping you hostage and cock growing in desperation as your legs tremble. He lets out a deep growl, slipping his fangs out of your flesh. You whimper when he kisses your pussy with a soft press of his lips.

"I won't. Not when you're being such a good girl"

With a desperate quick motion, he gets rid of his belt and pulls out of his pants, moving closer to your cunt with his heavy cock grazing on your bare cunt. He spanks your clit with it, making you mewl at the lingering sting.

"Will you keep being a good little docile bird for me, dove? I will give it to you if you behave"

"Please, please, please" you beg, long gone in the pain of your pussy clenching at nothing, the need to have him inside of you blurring the world around of you. "I was a good girl, let me have it"

Whatever he's done to you, you're too far gone in your fucked-out brain to make sense of this: your boss, bending you over his desk, fucking you and kissing you like you weren't disgusted by his invasive antics, like he hadn't just sucked your blood with fangs you'd never seen before.

A fucking vampire, as real as the way he's handling your body which is closer to ecstasy than ever.

"Then do" Max growls, pushing inside.

You let out a sharp breath, eyes closing shut as your toes curl inside your heels.

"That's right, baby, take all of me" he rasps, grinding his teeth. "I know your tight little pussy can"

He starts to move, and you feel so full of him, you can barely breath. You mewl, arching your back with each thrust, your body spasming and wet down your legs. Max hums satisfied, looking at you.

"Fucking work of art" his voice drips with adoration out loud.

But how can he contain himself? If you look so perfect, all spread out and claimed by him. Breasts covered in his bite marks, thighs still red from all the bloody kisses he left on your skin and neck marked by him.

"You're mine, get it? Gonna ruin this perfect pussy for any other man, little dove. You belong to me"

Desperate moans fill the room as his pace picks up, fast, as your body consumes him whole. The way your warmth wraps his cock, your fluttering walls, the taste of your arousal, and your sweet blood makes him feel like the most powerful man in the world as he pounds into your tight walls.

"Mine. Mine, all mine" he repeats. "Don't fucking forget that"

He angles his cock deep into you, grinding his pubic bone against your clit as his girth pumps up and down. He can feel his throbbing cock pulse inside of your sticky folds at the sight of you: so far gone, so ruined. Can't believe this is the same girl who claimed to hate him.

Every little sound, every sharp breath and wet slpa of skin against skin is for him. Your nails clawing at his back and arms, the way your head and eyes fall back... how you say his name... Who is crazier, him or you?

"Max..." you exhale, barely able to control your body. "I think I'm-"

"I know, little dove" he taunts. "I think I can tell when I make a girl feel good"

His face goes again to hide in the crook of your neck, hot ragged breath warming the spot.

"Be a little obedient bird and come for me"

A sharp sting makes you scream as you come undone, body convulsing and pussy clenching around him, massaging his girth, coaxing out every last drop of his release at the same time Max's sucking blood out of your neck.

"Sorry, my sweetest y/n. I can't hold back when your sweet scent is taunting me like this" his voice croaks, rough with a primal desire, all consuming. "Had to hold back since the very first day you stepped into the Cali office, with your tight little slutty skirts and open blouse, giving me a delicious peak of your breasts..."

His head falls back with a tight growl, voice strained with the effort of not cumming on the spot.

"Fuck, y/n, I fucking love this perfect little cunt. So fucking soft and hot and tight, gripping my cock like it never wants to let it go"

His hips don't falter, every ridge and vein of his thick length dragging along your fluttering walls, your pussy seemingly molding itself to his shape. He was right: it was like your body was made for his, like you had been created just to take his cock and milk it for all it was worth.

He could feel it already, his thick cum starting to seep out around his shaft, leaking out of her stuffed hole. Max had marked you, claimed you, in the most primal way possible.

And in a few hours, it was just about to get better.

"You're mine now, little dove" he growls, voice low and possessive as he rolls his hips, grinding against your oversensitive clit, making you gasp and shudder beneath him. "This cunt belongs to me now, you hear me? No one else gets to touch it, gets to fucking have it" he lets out a dark chuckle, "or I'll kill them"

The dark shadow over his eyes tells you he isn't joking at all.

His cock throbbs inside of you, swelling even thicker. He grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he fought to hold back, to make this moment last.

Your eyes are dangerously close to shutting off, the overestimulation reducing you to a panting and blabbering mess.

"No, y/n. You look at me" he commands, voice in a low, dominant bark. "You fucking look at me when I cum, little dove, so you see how good you make me feel as I paint your tight little walls white"

And then, with a loud roar, he brutally slams into you with a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pumps thick, hot ropes of cum out of him, filling you up until he could see your belly swell slightly with the sheer volume of his release.

He throws his head back, pointy teeth sinking into his lips to muffle screams as he rutts in you, grinding against your cervix, making sure every last drop of his seed was pumped deep into your womb. His body shudders with the power of his climax, and soon, your boss' body is collapsing over yours.

"Fuck" he pants, looking at how the marks had started to heal. The one on your neck, thought... It's coloring just right. Soon, you'll be by his side. Forever. "I guess that sums another point for me"

He looks up his window, seeing right Evan on the other side, panting in shock.

"And zero for you"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif (unknown pinterest source)

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ferritins · 4 months ago

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Hi! I hope you’re all well :0 <3 May I please request Harvey Specter x reader!

anon I am so, so sorry that this has taken so long! I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless! the title is from Fiona Apple’s Criminal.

notes & content warnings: established relationship, non-descript vehicular accident, graphic description of haematoma bruising, non-sexual nudity. MDNI +18

GOOD DEFENCE (WHAT I NEED) | H. SPECTER

Harvey Specter sweeps into Mount Sinai’s Urgent Care department like a natural disaster in a Kiton suit, Mike hot on his heels and distinctly pale around the edges.

“Harvey! Mike!” You call, cringing as their attention snaps to you, heat-seeking.

As the duty nurse fills them in on your condition, you can feel their eyes pass over you, cataloguing the sling you left arm is in, the way that your trouser leg is sheared up to the hip, the expanding hematoma that creeps around the diameter of your mid thigh, the colour of a smashed cherry.

You can feel the impending fury rolling off of Harvey’s broad shoulders in waves, even as his face remains placid.

“I’m fine, honestly; you didn’t have to come.” You try to placate.

“Fine?” Harvey says, tone dark.

“Fine?!” Mike’s voice overlaps, high and incredulous. “You have a severe thigh haematoma, your collarbone is broken—”

“It’s a green stick fracture.” You protest.

“Oh, because that’s so much better!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Mike! I was careful, okay? It’s not like I was jaywalking, it was a pedestrian right of way, the guy blew through a red light!”

“Jesus.” Mike says, passing a shaky hand through his hair.

Abruptly, you’re reminded of a late-night office confessional over case files and shitty takeout, the story of how Mike’s parents died.

Guilty nausea sours in your stomach.

Embarrassingly, your eyes sting with the heat of tears, the adrenaline sapping from you in an instant.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice catches on the apology; with that, the matter of your tears escapes your control completely, and they start streaming down your face swift and silent.

“Don’t apologise.” Harvey’s hand slips into your good hand, a silent show of support; you look up at him to find him watching you with an eerie intensity. The eye contact is… flustering, and you look away quickly.

“The freaking out is a me problem, not me trying to place blame. Sorry, this is the last thing you need right now. I’m gonna go hunt down your nurse and see about getting you your paperwork and post-discharge instructions—”

As Mike’s blustery concern washes over you, you glance back up at Harvey to find him still watching you.

You can’t help but feel like you’re stood on the edge of a volcano, like things are about to blow up in your face.

Bar his firm insistence that you accompany him home, Harvey is ominously quiet.

You feel something brewing in the tense silence, entire soliloquies happening in absentia.

Of course, because your day hasn’t been stressful enough, it doesn’t boil over until you’re attempting the feat of undressing for the night with one hand and pain creeping into your hip and knee, completely vulnerable.

As you fumble with the button clasp of your trousers, cursing under your breath, Harvey slips into the room and moves to your side.

His fingers brush yours out of the way and working the clasp undone with infuriating ease before moving to your shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it from your shoulders with unbearable care.

Harvey goes to his knees, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he unscrews the cap of the arnica gel; you feel winded by the weight of the moment.

Harvey is not a man for whom the concepts of subservience and submission have ever existed outside of the abstract. This is an act that bears monumental weight.

His lips press to the skin just above your knee, unbearably tender; though it’s all you can do not to start sobbing as he smooths the bruise cream over your leg in gentle touches, it’s not from pain.

Neither of you speak until you’re in bed, a cushion under your thigh, another under your shoulder and wearing one of Harvey’s sleep shirts.

Harvey lies on his side, eyes tracing your face like you’re something holy.

“Getting that call scared the hell out of me.” He says, voice blown open like the hull of a shipwreck. “God, I thought—” He breaks off, swallows hard. “You’re never walking to work again, sweetheart. God. Fuck.”

(Months — and many arguments — later, Harvey relents on his moratorium on foot travel with a smile like he can smell blood in the water.

It isn’t until you get into work and Mike lets slip that he and Harvey got the hit-and-run driver’s licence permanently suspended that you put the pieces together.

Much as you shake your head disapprovingly, you can’t help but smile.)

#harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #harvey specter x you #suits x reader #mike ross x reader #marley.txt #Harvey specter x gn!reader

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hangeswif3 · 1 year ago

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Somewhere safe

Pairing: Bonten!Rindou x Pregnant!reader

Warning: blood, mentions of pregnancy, cursing.

Summary: they needed a place to stay and just happens that Rindou knows someone who could help them.

Note: English isn’t my first language so be nice. I liked a lot how this turned out so maybe I could keep writing about Rindou’s little family. Anyways, I hope u like it and thanks for reading <3

“We need to go somewhere safe” said sanzu. “Mikey needs to rest”

They had been running from the police for a while now. Mike had recent stitches on his abdomen and they had been carrying him for about an hour or so. The 4 men were exhausted and they all knew Mikey couldn’t make it any longer by himself. They needed to rest.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Sanzu spoke again. Recharging his gun, almost preparing himself to fight a lost battle.

They could hear the police cars around them, while they were currently hidden in a dark alley, all of them panting and tired.

Ran looked at Rindou with question in his eyes. They were thinking the same thing. They needed a safe place to rest and wait for the police to go away. They were in Roppongi and just happened that someone close to the brothers lived close by.

Rindou was hesitant. Making eye contact with his brother who could almost read his mind. He couldn’t believe he was even considering going to the only person who never wanted to get involved in this.

“Fuck… fine” he said while putting his gun in his belt. “Follow me.”

Ran already knew the way but he left his brother walk alone for now. He wasn’t happy about this either.

“Where the fuck are we going?” Asked sanzu, who was in the back, holding onto an almost passed out Mikey. No one responded to him, instead they just kept walking in between apartments and houses.

It was a nice neighborhood. Without counting the fact that they were covered in blood and all disheveled, it could almost look like they were taking a walk tonight. It was dark though, the street light almost didn’t work and besides the sounds of sirens, it was completely quiet. They could only hear their footsteps.

They arrived to a nice house with a nice garden and a nice car parked outside. The 4 men stood at the front porch and Rindou looked at his brother, Ran only nodded once, trying to make him feel more confident.

Sanzu was the only one who didn’t know what was happening, since Mikey was too out of it to even notice.

“Hurry up and open, who the hell lives here anyway?” Said the pink-haired man, clearly frustrated to not know.

“Shut the fuck up and behave.” Responded Ran.

Rindou ringed the bell once, while trying to look decent by fixing his hair a little.

A moment passed before the front light turned on and they could hear someone managing to open the door.

It was 2:30 a.m. so you were obviously sleeping before someone knocked at your door. You opened the door, and everyone stared at you. You were wearing shorts and a white t shirt, your hair looked a little crazy since you had just gotten out of bed.

Rindou and Ran had seen you like this before. But sanzu couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen you before in his life. You were beautiful, your hair in a messy bun and strands of it adorning your face, your pretty freckles and your rosy lips. You were just perfect. But what surprised him the most was when he looked down at your belly. You were pregnant. But who the hell were you?

“What the actual fu-“ he started, but you interrupted him.

“You’re bleeding” was the only thing you said, walking towards Rindou and examining his arm.

They were all so surprised and nervous to see you that they almost forgot why they were there.

“It’s not mine. I’m fine, okay?” He said looking for your eyes, putting his hand on your cheek.

“Hey princess” said Ran. You smiled at him, and couldn’t help but look at Sanzu and the man he was holding. He looked bad. “We might need your help.”

“I’ll explain everything” said Rindou.

You nodded and entered the house with everyone following you.

“Make yourselves at home, and I’m sorry for the mess. I fell asleep while baby proofing the house.” You said, while taking the tools away, so they all could sit and relax.

Sanzu layed Mikey down on the couch and made sure he was still okay. His stitches were miraculously still okay and he was still breathing. But he couldn’t help but stare at you. There was certain tension in the room.

“Oi, shithead, stop staring or I’ll take your eyes out” suddenly said Rindou, walking towards you, placing a hand on your lower back and the other on your belly.

Ran laughed and you only smiled, handing out a hand for Sanzu to shake.

“Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you.” You said.

Sanzu was so surprised that he couldn’t help but shake your hand too.

“Sanzu Haruchiyo.” Was all he said.

“Now that we all know each other, would you all like some tea?” Ran accepted your offer and you went to the kitchen, followed by Rindou.

After you were gone, Sanzu finally could talk.

“What the actual fuck? Rindou? With her? And- and- a baby?” He blurted out all at once.

“Yup” was all that Ran said, laughing at him.

“Huh, who would’ve thought that asshole could pull someone like that” he said resting his head on the back of the couch, trying to make sense of everything he just witnessed.

In the kitchen, you were trying to make some tea, feeling Rindou’s presence at the counter. He still couldn’t speak.

“Are you okay?” You asked him.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said.

You walked towards him and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him in the eye.

“It’s okay” you responded, pressing your forehead against his.

“No it’s not, I don’t wanna put you in danger.”

“You can take care of us, I know you can.” You tried to calm him down.

“We just need a place to stay for the night, I promise I will never bring someone else here.”

“This is your home too, we will be okay, you can stay and they can stay too. I can take care of myself, you know.”

Rindou kissed you, it was a sweet kiss.

“How’s our babygirl doing?” He said, caressing your belly.

“She’s a pain in the ass, just like her father” you said laughing. “Now let’s go back before that friend of yours loses his mind.”

“Too late for that” said Rindou.

“So, miss L/n. Care to explain how you know our dear Rin rin?” Asked Sanzu with a smile.

“Shut the fuck up, you psycho” snapped Rindou.

“Don’t be so rude, Rin rin” you said, mocking the nickname. “Well, mister Sanzu, we actually meet at an illegal car race, he saved me from getting robbed.” You replied laughing.

“Interesting woman.” Sanzu said.

It was true though. Your friend had dragged you to a race where a “friend” was going to participate. You looked so innocent but at the same time so relaxed that Rindou couldn’t help but stare at you. One thing led to another and he ended up saving your purse from being stolen. And now you were here, pregnant with his baby.

“And how far along are you, may I ask?” He continued.

“23 weeks, actually. Thanks for asking.” You responded.

“I can’t believe our little Rindou here is gonna be a father.”

“Okay, enough with the questions.” Rindou couldn’t help but interrupt. “Y/n, to our room.” He said without looking at you.

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. He noticed this.

“Please.” Was all he said.

You knew he wasn’t happy so you decided to obey.

“Gentlemen.” You said, walking to your room.

“Goodnight dear.” Said Ran.

Once you were gone, Rindou walked towards Sanzu.

“Okay now you little shit, we’re gonna stay here for tonight. Only tonight. When we’re gone, you’re gonna forget this place. You’re gonna forget she even exists, she’s won’t ever get involved with you or any of this.” He said. “Understood?”

“Now now, Haitani.” Said Sanzu, raising his hands, with a smug smile on his face. “Calm down. I won’t do nothing to her, I like her actually.”

“If you ever lay a hand on her, we will kill you.” Now spoke Ran.

Sanzu didn’t say another word, just smiled and nodded.

Rindou walked to your room. Like hell he was gonna let you sleep alone with that psychopath in his house. You were already asleep. The pregnancy made you extremely sleepy sometimes and it was past your bedtime.

Rindou layed down next to you and fell asleep with a hand on your belly.

The 4 men left first time in the morning.

“Sleep well darling, I’ll be back later today.” Rindou whispered to you, since you were still half asleep. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You said when he left.

“Congratulations.” Said Sanzu when they were walking towards their cars.

“What?” Asked Rindou, unsure on what he was talking about.

“For your baby, congratulations.” He replied, in a more serious tone. “I didn’t say that before.”

“Thank you.” Was all Rindou could say. He knew Sanzu was never going to say something about you to anyone.

If anything, Sanzu was loyal. And he knew how much you meant to Rindou. And who knows? Maybe your baby could actually grow up with a family.

#tokrev rindou #rindou headcanons #rindou x you #tr rindou #bonten rindou #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x y/n #haitani brothers #ran haitani #haitani rindou x reader #haitani x reader #haitani rindou imagines #haitani rindou headcanons #tokyo revengers #bonten

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captainlondonman · 19 days ago

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3 SHORT STORIES

HIGHWAY

Oh fuck, Troy shouted.

He was looking in his rear view mirror and saw the flashing lights of a police car speeding up behind him. Where the hell did they come from, the road was so quiet and he couldn’t see any sign of a car let alone a police car. When he seemed to be the only car on the road he thought he might as well let the engine have it and go a bit faster.

Not only was the light on top of the police car flashing but they were also flashing the beam lights. There was no alternative but to pull into the next layby and hope he could blag his way out of the situation

Troy pulled in and switched off the engine. Still looking in his rear view mirror he saw two policemen get out and walk over to the car one on each side. One of them knocked on the window gesturing for him to wind down the window so he could peer in. The guy filled the entire window his dark blue shirt bursting at the buttons. His shirt was open neck and as Troy looked up he could see the thick chest hair spilling out over the top. The short sleeves looked as though they were about to be ripped apart by the tanned muscles. His black belt was highly polished. From his seated position in his car Troy was looking straight at the guys crotch and there was no doubt about the large bulge. As if to tell Troy how much of a man he was ,he took one of his black leather gloved hands and gave the outline a casual squeeze.

‘So young man, looks as if you have been speeding. Quite a bit over the limit I would say from our speed gun. I think you had better get out of the car so we can have a chat.’

As Troy opened the door so the policeman stood up straight and put on his peaked hat covering the shiny mane of dark wavy hair and sporting a 5o’clock shadow that seemed to take over most of his face.

The other policeman could have been his brother also spilling out of his uniform but this one had a thick beard and stood with his legs apart and his hands on his hips.

‘So why were you speeding. In a rush?’

‘No, I was…’

‘No ,what you say ‘ the sergeant spat out

‘No Sir.

‘That’s better boy.’

‘I didn’t realise that I was really speeding and as there was no one of the road I just seem to drive a bit faster’.

‘Sure you were not trying get away from us?’

‘Definitely not Sir.’

Perhaps you have some drugs on you that we were not meant to see.’

‘No, I bloody well do not do drugs.’

‘Not sure I like your attitude boy, I could say you are insulting two police officers. Put your hands behind your back now.’

‘But..’

‘No But I am the policeman here’

Troy had no option but to put his hands behind his back as the officer took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them around Troy’s wrists.’

‘Think I need to check if there is anything secreted in that big gob of yours.’

The officer brought his hands around Troy’s body and as he did so Troy could feel the heat of the officer’s body pressing against him but most of all it was the bulge he could feel settling into his crack.

‘Open wide boy.’

As Troy opened his mouth he suddenly felt the black leather gloved hand stick a finger into his mouth and move it around.

‘Need to check a bit more.’

With that he put in a second and then a third finger until Troy’s mouth was full of black leather searching everywhere. Troy started to choke.

‘Don’t bloody well think of throwing up boy and ruining my leather gloves, Just breathe properly and take it all. I want these leather fingers to have a good look.’

‘Doesn’t look as if there is anything there but of course you could be hiding them somewhere else.’

‘I assure you Sir I have no drugs on me.’

‘I’m still not so sure .I think we need a further search.’

Mike unbutton the guy’s flies and pull his jeans down.

The other policeman stepped forwards and quickly undid the buttons and yanked down around Troy’s ankles.

‘So you go around commando do you. Like to show off that cock of yours.’ Sargeant Mike said. ‘I can see why ,not bad for a young guy.’

The officer behind Troy moved back and said

‘Well you got my gloves nice and covered with your spit so this should not be too much of a problem, so now bend down.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Just carrying out another check that’s all. Legs apart.’

Troy knew he had to do as instructed and split his legs. He felt one gloved hand press down on his back to keep him bent and then without wasting any time the officer stretched Troy’s cheeks apart to expose his soft red hole.

‘Never know what you might be hiding up that pretty arse of yours.’

‘I tell you I have nothing

‘Remember that word Sir boy.’

‘Sir there is nothing there.’

‘Let me be the judge of that.’

The officer let his leather gloved finger enter the hole and move around.

Troy did not even flinch.

‘A big hole you got there boy. Think I need a further examination’ and with that he put a second finger in letting Troy’s saliva do its job.

‘Now for a third which did cause Troy to move. However it made Troy push his arse out in into the officers hand so he could feel all three fingers deep inside him.

‘Not that bad from the way that arse of yours is pushing at my hand.’

‘Tell you what Sarg, this pussy boy is loving that hand of yours inside him. Getting a real boner, aint’ you son.’

The officer put his arm around Troy grasping his increasingly hard cock..

‘Took one look at you boy and knew what you really like. You like being examined by a cop don’t you.’

‘Yes Sir,’

Fuck that cock of yours is really stiff. I think you need more that just my gloved hand inside that arse of yours. It’s you lucky day as my mate loves to suck cock so you’re about to have 2 officers of the law deal with you back and front. Now let me get that zip of mine down as my prick is bursting to get out and let you have it.’

The police officer unzipped and with one of his black leather gloved hands pushed it down deep inside to pull out a rock hard thick cock, at least 8 inches and thick the whole way down like a hard wood baton. He thrust his cock between Troy’s legs so he could feel the full shaft rub up against his balls.

‘This is much better that any fingers up that hole of yours. I’ll let my cock find out what is up that nice soft arse of yours.’

The other officer said ‘Shit the guy is already letting some precum out of that slit of his. He really needs seeing to.’

‘Well what are you waiting for officer, get down and take in that firm dick of his. You know how much you like cock down that hairy mouth of yours. Just make sure you swallow all his spunk. We don’t want your uniform being covered in white juice. OK boy time to take my tool inside you.’

The officer let a large spit fall onto his shaft and took one of his gloved hands to run the length so the shaft was fully covered in spit.. Then he eased his prick to the waiting hole and started to press forward, Troy feeling the thick tool enter and force its way right up his waiting hole.

‘Much better that any hand eh boy?’

‘Christ yes Sir.’

‘I think better we shut you up whilst we both examine you.’

With that the office brought his arm around Troy and forced his leathered fingers into Troy’s mouth exploring his tongue and throat.

Having the policeman’s cock shaft him and the leather in his mouth was almost too much but then as he could feel his cock throb more than ever the other officer went down on his knees pulling out his own cock as he did so. Troy could feel the guy’s spiky beard against his cock head as he opened his mouth wider as well as taking Troy’s shaft onto his gloved hand. Troy now had black leather in his mouth and round his shaft. He could feel his cock entering further and further down the officers throat his tool totally covered in police spit. As the other officer pressed his cock up to the hilt, Troy’s arse expanded to take in the huge girth. The officer bent Troy’s head back so he could get all 4 fingers deep into his mouth, Troy sucking the black leather and being so turned on.

‘You fucking love this boy. Two officers giving you front and back.’

As Troy felt his cock slip fully down the policeman’s throat so the other started to grind him in and other with greater speed. He was being worked in rhythm , and the smell of wet leather was inhaled as a drug.. Troy started to respond by thrusting his arse as much as he could into the buggering officer soihe could feel the thick forest of pubes and as he then moved his arse out so his cock sank deeper and deeper down the other throat.

‘That’s it boy take one officer’s cum and give yours to the other. ‘

Troy was almost in a stranglehold as his moans increased.

‘You fucking love this boy eh?’

‘Hmmmm…’ was all his could respond.

‘Yours are about to feel my spunk drive itself right up inside you and make sure you shoot your load fast and into my mate’s gob.’

Troy could feel the officers cock throbbing and ready to explode inside him.

‘You may have no drugs up that arse of your boy but you sure will have the laws spunk.’

With one final push the officer let out a load groan and Troy felt wave after wave of spunk flow up inside him.

It was too much and the heat of the spunk surging inside him , being almost choked with the leather fist made Troy push hic cock as far down the mouth of the other officer, his own juice spilling into the policeman’s mouth. The cop was well practiced and Troy could feel his cock almost being sucked down the back of the throat his spunk disappearing down the guys gullet, not a drop being spilt. The more the cop swallowed the more he rubbed his hand up and down his well proportioned shaft . Suddenly even while swallowing the officer let out a moan and his spunk shot out over Troy’s feet in thick white spurts.

All three remained almost motionless until the lead cop withdrew his cock and without wiping, thrust it back into his trousers and zipped himself up.

The other cop stood up, and smiled at his mate

‘A good job well carried out I think mate. Tell you what this guy’s spunk tastes really great.’

Troy, his cock still dripping the last drops said

‘Can you now let me out of these handcuffs Sir.’

‘Step out of your jeans now.’

Troy stepped out of his jeans and stood there as slowly his cock started to return to its normal size.

‘We ain’t finished with you yet,’ he replied as he bent down and picked up the jeans. Not good having you expose yourself to two policemen in broad daylight. You need to come back to the police station with us for some more interrogating by both of us. You can expect a long night and it depends on how you react as to when we release you but judging by what you have just done don’t expect to be going home too soon.’

RAP

Ever since the new guy moved into the next door apartment Matt was hearing loud Rap music very evening until late. It was driving him demented . He had knocked on the wall several times but it made no difference. After a few days he was not sleeping properly and becoming increasingly annoyed. Much as though he preferred not he had to make a complaint and face whoever had moved in next door. He had no idea what to expect but whatever the outcome he needed a good night’s sleep. Enough was enough. Matt walked across the landing and knocked on the neighbour’s front door. At first there was no reply. The music still beating. With much greater force Matt banged the door.

‘Alright man, I hear you. Wait a moment.’ Suddenly the door was flung open and a hulking great black guy stood staring at Matt. He had no top on and his body was well defined by being at the gym with a massive 6 pack and pronounced nipples. He had a shaved head and goatee beard and brilliant white teeth as he grinned at Matt. He was wearing pale grey trackie bottoms and bare feet. Matt was almost bowled over by the smell of dope spilling out of the apartment.

‘Hey man, what you knocking at the door for. Can I help you?’

‘It’s your music. You keep playing it so loud and I cant’ get any sleep.’

‘You don’t like my music?’

‘Well its not my type but it’ just too loud. Can you not turn it down a bit.?’

‘Sure man if its gonna help you sleep. Anyway why just stand here, come in. we are neighbours after all.’

‘No it’s alright I just wanted to ask.’

‘Now come on man be a good neighbour and come on in.’

Ok but not for long.’

‘Don’t worry I wont’ force you to do anything you don’t want.’

Matt followed the guy in, closed the door and they waked into the living room. To Matt’s surprise it all looked quite normal. The usual huge TV and a large black leather sofa dominated the space.

‘I only got one sofa so we both sit on it OK? ‘

The smell of dope was strong and was starting to give Matt a feeling of being light headed. He almost needed to sit down. But the more he inhaled the fumes the more he wanted.

‘You obviously smoke quite a bit’ Matt rather sheepishly asked.

‘Sure man. You like the smell?’

‘It’s quite powerful.’

‘Only the best stuff for me mate. I’m Jez by the way. He said sitting splayed out in one corner of the sofa his legs wide apart.

Jez picked up a spliff that he was half way through and took a deep breath., letting one of his hands rub across his glistening body. Lightly rubbing his nipple as he did so. ‘Shit this is good man.’

As Jez took another puff inhaling and letting the smoke out in rings he moved one of his arms down to his crotch and Matt could see the long cock under the trackies being stroked. It almost looked like a snake the size clearly showing against the trackie fabric and Matt was sure as he rubbed so the cock was increasing in size.

‘One thing all this does man is make you feel so fucking horny. Tell you what yous my guest, it would be wrong of you not to have your own spliff. Let me light one up for you a special one. I know it’s the right one for you.’

Jez lifted the ciggie and lit up and passed it to Matt at the other end of the sofa

‘No I really don’t do any drugs.’

‘Sure you do, you drink booze?’

‘Well yes.’

Then this aint’ no different .Now be a good guest and take.’

Still feeling a bit woozy from all the smoke in the apartment, Matt took the spliff and held between his fingers.

‘It won’t bite man, put it to your lips and draw in. You will feel really good I promise.’

Matt did as Jez told him and within a couple of minutes he could feel the power of inhaling rushing through his body, he felt warm ,in fact he felt more than warm but he felt carefree.’

I can see its having the right effect on you my friend.’

As Jez said this he let his hand again go down to his crotch and this time did not just rub but squeeze the increasingly hard outline of his cock. Jez opened his legs wider so Matt could see the cock tenting up in the trackies. It was almost looking like a pole inside .

‘So how you feeling?’ Jez grinned

‘I’m starting to feel hot and horny. Shit my cock is suddenly getting really hard, pressing against my jeans.’

‘Go on give yourself a rub. I can see your eyes taking in my big black cock.’

‘That’s some dick you have. Wish I had one that large.’

‘Yeah? Maybe you’d like to see.’

‘Oh fuck why not. Christ what am I saying.’

‘Just saying what you really feel and want. So go one lean over and stroke me through my trackies. ‘

Mattt was now feeling even more horny and quickly moved over to take the full cock in his hand through the trackies.

‘Shit man, it’s a monster.’

‘Why don’t you take it out and get a better look. You are really drooling man. I know you want it. You’ll really have to pull it out, its big man.’

Matt put his hand down the trackies and felt the hard massive outline, he could feel the large vein down the back of the shaft. Gripping tightly he managed to release the cock and as he did so it flipped up against the guy’s chest. The cock was gleaming and out of the foreskin was a luminous pink head.

‘So man get down in front of me. I want you to worship my cock.’

Matt knelt in from of Jezzstaring at the baton of a prick.. As he took in the full size so Jez put his hand around his shaft and started to gently stroke arching his back in the sofa.

Now take in this big black cock of mine. Fucking great cock man eh. Look at it and think what you really want.’

Shit its so big. I so wish I had a cock that size.’

‘Just a big cock or a big black cock?’

‘I’d love a black cock like yours.’

‘Yeah? Well we need to see what we can do then. Get out of your clothes for a start and let me see what you look like.’

Matt stood in front of Jess and quickly stripped everything off standing with his erect cock facing Jez.

‘No wonder you want a cock like mine mate. Yours ain’t bad but it’s a standard white cock.’

Matt was feeling even more horny and grasped his own cock staring all the time at the cock he most wanted.

‘Now turn round and let me see that arse of yours.’

Jez grabbed both cheeks and let his hands caress moving them back and forth over the pink flesh before slowly widening the crack so he could see Matt’s hole.

‘That’s a nice hole you got there man, big as well. I think you need my cock up there to make you feel as you really want.’

‘I can’t take that meat of yours ‘ Matt said it ‘s too big for me. ‘

‘We take our time man, no rush but once you feel me fully inside me it will be different trust me. You just need to relax. I have a very special spliff for you. It will make you feel just right. Let me light it up for you.’

Jez lit up and handed it to Matt.

‘Trust me this is what you are really wanting. Take your first puff and breathe deeply.’

Matt took a big puff and felt the heat surge through his body. Immediately he began to relax and he could feel his hole widening and wanting a large cock, a large black cock, deep inside him. He was gagging to be fucked and wanted Jez’s thick black cock in him. He wanted it to go all the way up his arse. He wanted to have as much spunk rushing up inside.

‘Shit man I want that cock of yours. I feel ready to take anything.’

‘Let me get some spit on that shaft of mine and rub some of the precum that is starting to ooze out.’

Jez let the spit drip out of his mouth in one large glob onto his shaft and gently rub up and down the full length. Taking his arms around Matt’s waist he gently pulled him in.

‘Now as you feel my head press against that pink hole of yours take another deep puff.’ ‘I’m ready’

Taking another puff Matt felt his hole open and Jez guided his cock into the crack.

‘Fuck’ Matt let out, ‘I wish I had a black cock like the one you are gonna fuck me with.’

‘You sure you just want a black cock. Remember you are smoking a really special spliff.’

‘Christ no I wanna be black like you. I wanna change and no longer this puny white boy. I want to be a macho black guy with a thick black dick. Now get that cock of your further and further up I want it all.’

‘Don’t worry man you will get all and more than you think. Yiu feel me now deep inside you?’

‘Yeah man shit I want you to really fuck me let your cock back and then slam it in.’

‘Go on take another puff and this time really inhale and let the smoke take you over.’

Matt took one almighty puff.

‘Shit man make me black.’

‘If that’s what’s you want let me cum inside that nice arse of yours.’ Jez started hammering his thick shaft in and out faster and faster, his hands gripped around Matts waist.

‘I’m coming ,get ready for it all. Shit man your’e getting it all from those big balls of mine.’ Jez felt the cum surge through his shaft and flow up inside Matt.

‘Fucking hell’ Matt shouted. ‘Everything is going hazy what’s happening?’

As his eyes managed to focus he looked down and saw first his hands and arms started to look more tanned but the tan became darker and darker, the colour continued to move across his chest and his body became wider with a 6 pack and gleaming tits, it was no tan his colour was now dark brown and he looked down to see his pubes black and curly , a full forest of thick black hair and out of it a cock that got not just longer and longer but thick with a wide pink head. His cock was vertical it was so hard, a full 10 inches. It was like a dream, the cock he always wanted but it was not just his cock he whole body was now as dark as Jez and as he took his hand up to his face there was a tight black beard, and his hair was plaited tight against his head.

Matt knew he was no that white boy but he was now a man, a black man and his dream was coming true but he needed to get rid of all that cum in his balls.

‘You need to shoot man. With his arms still around Matt , Jez took hold of Matt’s large thick cock and started sliding his hand up and down faster and faster until Matt was ready.

‘Once you come man there is no going back. You good with that?’

‘I ain’t going back man ,wank me let me see all my jism. Fuckkkkkk’

And with that Matt’s cum shot across the room in burst after burst

‘Jesus,’ Matt said suddenly realising that his voice was much deeper and his mind was somehow changing, a new light was entering and the old Matt was leaving.

‘Tell you what man I need another of these spliffs and that big black cock of mine ain’t gonna rest for long as I aim to have it up that arse of yours. Gimme me a few mins but crank up that fucking rap music man. Let’s chill and smoke.’

‘You got it ,’ Jezz said, ‘You’re my man now.’

EBAY BINMAN

Danny’s favourite café had closed so he decided to try anew one nearby. As he arrived he saw at least half a dozen bin carts sitting outside the entrance almost clogging up the doorway. He had no knowledge of why there was so many of these until he opened the door and inside the small café there were 6 guys dressed in full yellow HiViz waiting for their coffees. He could smell the fact that they were rubbish collectors, the smell almost took over the café but no one seemed to mind. They were all guys in their 40s, big built and some in fact over weight and nearly all with tattoos and shaved heads. Not the type you’d want to meet on a dark night in an alley way. All their hi viz was stained with dirt and oil and he could see their hands as they took their coffees with dirt ingrained into their fingernails. At first the smell was enough for Danny to think of leaving and going elsewhere but the guys were all oblivious and took up most of the space. In fact there were no other customers. He was about to leave when one of the guys looked at him and said

‘You here for a coffee mate?’

‘Er yes.’

‘Well we’d better make way so you can get to the front. He stood aside and Danny found he had to squeeze between the others to ask for his coffee. As he squeezed between the large men he felt his body brushing against their HiViz nylon, in some cases his crotch was almost rubbing against their crotches as well as having a defined large HIViz encased cock rub against his arse. The smell of the men and it was not just odour of rubbish but their body smell in HIViz that they clearly rarely washed. Being tight in amongst them suddenly Danny found he was getting an erection and needed to get his coffee and be off.

As he took his coffee and went to move back the one who had spoken to him said

‘Sorry mate we come each day at the same time and seem to take the place over. Hope you don’t mind.’

‘No not a problem.’

‘Hope to see you again sometime. Its good coffee here.’

Thank God Danny was wearing a long jacket to cover his hard on. He could not understand why being with these guys had suddenly made him feel horny. He had never been turned on my bin men in HiViz before and not at that age but the smell and the feeling of the guys tight against him was a new experience and one he liked and wanted again.

The next day he went back again at the same time and sure enough the binmen were all there. As he walked in the guy turned and said

‘So you like the coffee here? We don’t put you off?’

‘You’re right it’s good coffee.’

‘Well squeeze through and get your order in.’

As Danny went to move past the guy he felt the guy’s crotch rub against his leg. He could feel the outline of a thick cock even through the HiViz

‘Hope you don’t mind the squeeze’ he smiled

He was certain that as the passed this guy that a hand lightly brushed against his arse. By now Danny was fully erect and kept one of his hands in front to conceal the boner that was obvious in his jeans. These men in their yellow HiViz, the size of them, the smell was such a turn on even if they were not attractive to look at and even if they were , well, just bin men.

Once he got home he immediately turned on his laptop. He decided he wanted to buy his own HiViz and he would have a good wank wearing it at home. All that heavy duty nylon was so sexy and he would wank while thinking of the men in the café. As he sat looking online he came across a number of places that he could buy yellow or orange hi viz. Seeing all the choice had his cock stiff as a pole and as he looked so he undid his zip and pulled out his boner. He imagined himself in Hiviz walking into the café with the binmen there, rubbing against them and feeling his erect cock in the nylon against their cocks all hard and needing to release spunk. Danny’s hand started rubbing his shaft harder and harder as his imagination worked overtime thinking of himself as a binman in HiViz. It took no time before his spunk gushed out just missing his laptop. A quick wank maybe but a good one and for someone who had never been turned on by older guys in HiViz he was now thinking constantly of them .He scrolled down the website and suddenly one popped up from Ebay

‘FULL well worn yellow HiViz kit for sale’

Danny looked at the detail and photos

Shit it was certainly well worn, There was a HiViz jacket which was soiled and really dirty, a T shirt worn and half black, a pair of trousers with a rip on one leg and also dirty. There was even a pair of what had been white but now yellow socks and a well work pair of steel to capped boots scuffed and with caked dirt on the soles.

The description stated that it was well worn and had not been washed and that was why the price was so reasonable. It was best offer only.

Danny could not believe it. It was everything he wanted, all from the one source and all had been worn by the guy. Danny could already almost feel what it must be like and he could in his imagination smell the guy if nothing had been washed or cleaned.

He immediately clicked the button at the full price and was so keen to receive it that he paid the extra for next day delivery. How he would love to put it all on and walk into the café looking like the others but he knew that could never happen. He could only wank in it at home.

Next morning his doorbell rang and Danny rushed to open and take the package from the postman. As he opened the door standing outside was the binman from the café standing there with his bin cart and a bag, smiling

‘I have a parcel for you and thought when I saw the address that I’d deliver it by hand. I wondered if it might be you who bought my old gear. A bargain for a guy into HiViz. I could see when you came back yesterday that you liked being in with all the binmen, so I’m pleased that you like it enough to buy my gear. Well are you just going to stand there looking embarrassed, No need to mate, its good gear, has a lot of me inside it. So are you going to take the bag?’

‘I didn’t realise it was yours.’

‘So what? It’s yours now. Only proviso now I see you is that you now put it on and I see you in the full gear. No need to actually put it on in front of me but once you have on I just want to see how it fits you.’

‘Are you sure you should not be off working with the other guys.’

‘Don’t worry mate they can manage without me for a while before we meet up at the café.’

Danny felt he had no option but to ask the binman in as he took the bag

‘Go on mate lets be seeing you. I’ll wait here. There is one extra thing inside I did not put on the website to complete the gear.’

Danny took the bag into the bedroom and emptied the contents onto his bed. It was exactly like the website photos but he immediately saw ‘the extra thing’ amongst the HiViz. It was a worn jockstrap and not just worn but yellow.

‘Christ the guy must have almost peed into it.’ Danny thought. Danny could smell it has he lifted it up to his nose. It was stinking of rancid pee but as he felt the fabric he realised that parts were hard and he could see the signs of dried cum. The smell made his head swim but it was so powerful that he found himself rubbing the jockstrap against his face and putting it in over his head to smell, inhale and feel the dried cum against his face. Danny’s cock was so stiff at first he thought he might cum and he was terrified the binman would come into his room. He could hear the guy shifting about outside.

‘You getting the gear on mate?’

‘Yeas just taking a bit longer than I thought.’

‘Ain’t got all day but I wanna see you kitted out.’

Danny slipped the jockstrap on his cock tenting out and he could feel his knob head rubbing against the dried cum,.

‘Christ knows how I can hide this’ Danny thought.

He took the pair of worn yellow sock and again put to his nose. He inhaled the cheesy smell from the feet.

‘Christ the guy can never have washed ‘but the smell was proving irresistible and he almost wanted to eat the socks and have the high cheesy smell down his gullet. Next he put on the T shirt and let it slide over his chest. It was definitely too big but the sense of nylon rubbing against him and knowing it had never been washed made him feel as if the binman was almost part of him. Next the trousers which was definitely too big and he had slight trouble keeping them up around his waist. They were at least two sizes too big but the binman was definitely bigger than him. Then the boots which were also too big but he laced up and finally the oil stained and filthy jacket. Danny was so sexed up even if the gear was too big and as soon as the binman left Danny was going to have the biggest wank of his life.

‘You must be ready now mate. Come on open up and let me see.’

In spite of the clothing being too large Danny looked down and could see his cock tenting throught the jockstrap and Th ehi viz. he tried to press it down but it kept springing up and even with the nylon it was already showing a dmap patch when pressed tightly against the HiViz.

Danny opened the door to face the binman.

‘At last the guy said. As I thought not a perfect fit as I’m a bigger lad than you but you sure look good in HiViz, not quite a binman but then I am sure you can imagine yourself as one. And don’t worry about me seeing that cock of yours. Any guy in a pee and cum stained jockstrap will be hard. Making quite a tent there for someone your size. I’m glad this gear has come to you but there again perhaps it was meant.’

As the binman said this so he let his hand move down to stroke his own crotch.

‘Tell you what mate you ain’t the only guy now with a knob on. Have a look at that tent of mine. So come here and let me really look at you and turn around.’

As Danny turned round the binman took hold of the trouser waist band at the rear and pulled them down to reveal Danny’s arse in the jockstrap.

The jockstrap ain’t too bad a fit and the bands sitting nicely against those cheeks of yours. I need to sort you out so it fits a bit better and we need to make sure that my cock fits nicely into that hole of yours.’

‘You’re joking’ Danny said in mock surprise.

‘You think I’m joking that that arse of yours exposed and my cock needing a fuck. Besides you would not have had me in your house in my Hi Viz gear and you wearing mine if you didn’t have this in mind. Plus I can tell you are as horny as hell and wanting a guy to fuck you in your new gear. Just think of HizViz to hi viz and being fucked by a real binman. You fucking want it mate I know. So bend over that table and give that arse to me.’

By now Danny was high with the smells , the HiViz and this binman taking full control and he wanted to be fucked

‘Can I see your cock first’

‘Of course you bloody well can. You wont’ be disappointed.’

With that the binman undid his zip and flipped out a large thick took the head exposed and the foreskin drawn back revealing a heavy head.

‘Not a disappointment then mate.’

‘Shit no but not sure if its too big for me.’

‘Don’t worry I’ve seen plenty of arses and I know you can take it. Plus it’s just one guy in HiViz fucking another. Be a man. So bend over and lets’ get on with this

The bin man kept a hold of the HiViz waist band and with his other hand directed his gleaming cock to Danny’s hole.

Danny was so psyched up and desperate to feel the binman’s cock inside him that his hole opened to take the pole that was about to ram him.

‘That’s it mate now push that nice arse of yours back to take my cock, I want you to feel that big thick head of mine get inside you.’

Danny let out a small squeal of pain as the head was thrust into him, his hole widening to take it. When he had taken in the head he now wanted to feel the full heavy shaft enter up inside him as far as it could go.

‘Be a good man, let me slide this tool of mine all the way. Once you feel it up to the hilt start slowly to move forwards and then I can ram it up.’

Danny moved forwards but hated feeling the cock move away from deep inside him. He withdrew only so far and before the binman could move Danny quickly pressed his arse back up the cock until he could feel the binman’s pubes brush against his cheeks.

‘You liked being fucked by a bin man eh young man. You love being fucked in your Hi viz gear.’

‘It’s amazing,’ Danny gasped.

‘What you really love is being fucked in Hiviz by Hi Viz and being a binman. What you really want is to be a binman.’

Being rammed by the thick workie cock was all Danny wanted. He wanted to feel the cum from this guy shoot up inside him and take him over. He wished for binman juiice inside him.

‘Bet you now wish you are a binman a right fucker of a man always stinking in Hi Viz spending your days with other binmen, cleaning the streets and then fucking each other always in hiviz eh?

Hearing the binman say this had Danny sliding up and down the tool his own cock ready to burst inside the jockstrap. He wanted his own cum to seep through the piss stained jockstrap and mingle with the hardened cum that was already caking.

‘So tell me how you feel now mate.’

‘Shit being fucked by you is the best, being fucked in this HiVz by you in Hi Viz is what I want. I want to be a stinking binman. Shit I want to sweep the streets like you, I wanna look like you and your mates. Make me a fucking bin man.’

‘I knew that’s what you wanted so keep ramming that arse of your against me and feel that thick shaft of mine up your arse. Rub your hand over that cock of yours so you cum into the HiViz and jockstrap. Let your cum ooze out just like us binmen love.’

‘Go on fuck me and cum’ Danny shouted ‘I’m ready to explode.’

‘Get ready man, meet the new Danny, and with that the binman shot load after load into Danny’s arse so that Danny thought it would come up through his throat. His own cock shot its load into the jockstrap and as it quickly seeped through and started to drip down inside his HiViz

‘Fucking hell what is going?’ on Danny shouted grasping his head. ‘My whole body is bursting I feel it’s almost exploding into my HiViz. ‘

‘It is man.’

Danny looked down and he could see his whole chest expanding, the T shirt which had hung loose on him was now rapidly tightening to the point he could see his belly straining against the nylon and in fact the T shirt now looked small on him and his belly now hairy was causing the T shirt to lift so he exposed his chest. His feet expanded into the boots and as the binman let go of the trouser waist band he felt the trousers now tight around his waist the front of them had sunk below his waist line so his belly started hanging over. Danny looked down at his hands that were now about double the size all tanned and his fingers with bitten nails were ingrained with dirt.

‘That’s better Danny. Look in the mirror. You will be pleased with yourself.’

Danny looked into the mirror and it was not his size and heavy weight but his whole head had changed. His head looked huge with a double chin and thick 5o’clock shadow, , hairy eyebrows and the biggest surprise was the shaved head and a large tattoo down the side of his neck. Round his neck was a thick gold chain.

‘So Danny what you think.’

‘Shit man I look fucking great just like the rest of guys at the café.’

‘Just like one of my lads.’

‘Tell you want I hope they all fuck like you.’

‘Don’t worry mate we all take turns and looking at all the cum of yours I reckon it will be time for you to give one to the others. You can take your pick for after work.’

‘Just hope I can wait that long, I’m starting to feel fucking horny again.’

‘Then let’s get out of here. That bin cart outside is yours. Lets’ wheel it down to the café and join the others.’

‘Can’t wait boss.’

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The Kiss of a Siren 🫧

Pirate!Leon S Kennedy x Siren!reader

A/N: it's done!!! I actually love how this turned out! This was a really fun pairing to write and I can totally see myself writing more Pirate!Leon in the future :)

~Fi 🐝

《Content》: a little bit of gore, but not descriptive. Death (a girl's gotta eat)Luis cameo! MIKE CAMEO! Leon runs straight into danger (Aka being Leon)

《Word count》: 6.1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The ocean laid almost still, only soft and gentle waves blew over the water, causing it to ripple and lap at the wooden hull of his mighty ship. His gaze turned towards the horizon, watching as the moon reflected and glitter on the surface.

There was a soft slosh from his nearly empty bottle of rum as he took another swig, the burning as it went down starting a fire in his veins and being the only thing shielding him from the cold and salty breeze.

It was dark, all lights extinguished. His crew and his first mate were slumbering peacefully beneath deck, all rocked to sleep by the sea.

A feeling of melancholy washed over him as a sigh rolled off his lips. He knew his heart belonged to the sea, but he couldn't help the pressing loneliness in his chest on nights like these, wishing he had a fair lady to love.

Maybe then he'd consider coming home now and then.

He loved the ocean dearly, but she couldn't dry his tears and fill his arms as a woman of his own could.

He shook off the thought, taking a breath and focusing on the peaceful sway of his ship, looking forward to another day of wearing his Tricorn. Stolen, of course, although earned. Perhaps not by the accords of the Captain he'd snagged it from, but by his loyal crew.

Although Leon was a pirate, he wasn't heartless. He'd been through every terrible storm and ruthless attack with these men, and they respected him as their Captain.

There was no mutiny, no plans of overthrowing him, simply because he hadn't given them a reason to.

He was often called the Robin Hood of the seven seas; taking from the rich and cocky and giving it to the less fortunate. Of course he still plundered purely for the fun of it, but only other pirates.

They knew to avoid him, especially if they were the rowdy kind that took from the poor.

Because, above all, he wasn't just the greatest pirate Captain since Anne Bonny but a harbinger of justice that could both lend a gentle hand to those in need and strike fear into the hearts of anyone who had crossed him or his morals.

He was pulled out of his self pity by a distressed sound that cut through the silence of the night like a freshly sharpened cutlass. His brows pulled together as his eyes searched for the source of this noise.

Leon was on high alert, he wouldn't be surprised if rival pirates were using distress calls as bait for an ambush. Setting down the empty bottle of dark rum, he went over to the other side of his ship, facing the sandy shore.

And, as if the gods wanted him to see, he spotted a woman desperately clinging onto a large rock in the water. She was perfectly illuminated by the moonlight, even as she sobbed and struggled, she looked ethereal.

Leon sprung into action and climbed down the rope ladder at the side of his ship into a row boat.

What he hadn't noticed in his hurry, however, was the faint glow of a lantern being lit and a dark figure watching him carefully from atop his ship.

"Hold on, I'm coming for you!" He said loudly, rowing with his entire might as he saw the woman slipping.

"I-.. I can't hold on much longer, please help me!" She wept, seemingly trying to dig her nails into the algae covered boulder as best she could. Seeing her in such distress made his heart ache.

He didn't want to imagine what the outcome would be if he hadn't spotted her. With heaving breaths and a pull in the muscles of his arms, he rowed closer and closer, seeing her more clearly now.

She was quite beautiful, with her wet hair clinging to her skin and her tears glittering on her cheeks.

His boat bumped into the rock as he jumped up and held out his hand for her to grasp onto.

"Here. Just take my hand, I'll help you." Leon heaved, trying to steady the wooden vessel.

You reached for him, tightly clinging to his arm as he reeled you in like a fisherman would his catch of the day.

How ironic, you thought, having to stop yourself from smirking.

Your tail swished in the water, concealed by its darkness, as you made an effort to keep up your act.

"Thank you. Gods, you saved my life. I just wanted to bathe but the current ripped me away and I couldn't-" You babbled through sobs and wails.

"Calm down, alright? I've got you. You're safe." He spoke softly, much softer than you'd anticipated.

His huge yet gentle hands were steadied on your upper arms as you tightly gripped the edge of the boat.

"I'll help you into the boat." He breathed, now very aware of your bare skin. Your eyes widened slightly and your grip tightened.

"I- no, no, I... I'm so exhausted... I just need a break.." you tried to assure him with a half hearted smile.

"Oh, yes, of course." He chuckled awkwardly, sitting back down but still keeping a hand on you, just in case.

Your eyes glid over his form. His broad shoulders and bulging arms with a strong chest. Not to mention the mix of soft and sharp features and those beautiful blue eyes.

They reminded you of home. The deep, silent and peaceful parts of the ocean.

Lucky you; your dinner looked extra delicious today. Your mouth watered at the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his flesh and taking a bite.

It was quiet except for the waves crashing onto the rocks and the small ripples caused by you sloshing agaisnt the wood of his boat. You gazed upon eachother, a scene bathed in the fairest of moonlights, as your shared curiosity took over.

His hand slowly migrated to gentle hold your face as his thumb softly, but not without a hesitant twitch in his fingertips, wiped away at your tears.

Tears that shimmered like diamonds and the most notorious treasures of the seas. Leon was mesmerized, almost captivated, by your presence.

Something was pulling him in, something so deceiving, that he let himself slowly slip into your spell.

"A girl like you shouldn't be out alone past dusk." Leon broke the tense silence with quiet words as he brushed some of the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face. Your lips turned up into a soft smile, and Leon could feel his heart pound at your beauty.

"A girl like me?" You asked playfully, trailing you hand from the wooden edge to gently grasp at his arm. He thought for a moment.

"A girl so... beautiful. So sweet. So soft." His words were merely above a whisper and you could see his chest falling and rising just a little faster than before.

His pupils almost swallowed up the entirety of his pretty blues, making you mourn the mirroring image of your home.

"You flatter me." You replied with a soft chuckle, your other hand rising up to plant itself against his chest. He instinctively leaned forwards, his warm breath tickling your face.

There was a hint of sadness in your chest and it was getting harder to play the part. It seemed so easy to fall for those sandy locks and ocean eyes.

The line was awfully thin and you'd be damned if you crossed it.

"Tell me, what's your name?" You asked innocently, fiddling with the strings of his shirt.

"Leon." He swallowed thickly, his other hand itching to dip beneath the surface of the water, pull you out and whisk you away as his treasure, only for him to know the beauty that you hid beneath that darkness.

"Leon..." You tested his name on your tongue with a small smile and gazed up at him with such a bright sparkle in your eyes. Leon thought he was about to choke on air.

You gently, but with a firm hand, pulled him closer to you, your lips just a hairs breadth apart.

"What is it you desire, Leon?" You purred, your eyes darkening. Leon was hunched over, halfway to toppling into the water.

Right where you wanted him. His lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated so much you could spot yourself in them.

"You." He breathed out, leaning in far enough to brush your lips together.

You cracked a smile and brought your lips to his ear.

"How unfortunate." You whispered.

Those words made him snap back into reality, the hazy fog over his mind lifted enough to catch the sharp teeth as you smiled and the scattered, shimmering scales he'd missed before.

But it was no use.

The second he had realized, he was pulled under, ripped from his steady seat in the boat and plunged into dreadful darkness.

The air was knocked from his lungs and he struggled against your surprisingly strong hold on him as you dragged him deeper. Leon could see the moonlight fading, reaching out for it.

You, on the other hand, were euphoric. Ravenous for your meal.

Usually, you'd wait. Drown your prey and watch the life drain from their eyes, making them dull. But there was something about him that made you so impatient. So eager to get a taste.

Without another thought you sunk your teeth into his strong shoulder and reveled in the sweet taste of his flesh.

Leon screamed out in agony, but it was dulled and muffled by the water. Bubbles rose up as he desperately tried to get you off of him. His strength was exhausted, and the red tinting the water blurred his vision.

You hummed against his skin at the delightful taste of him. To your dismay, your feast was cut short by a loud noise, making you detach from Leon and flinch away.

Before you could get far, there was a searing pain in your tail, the salty waters now stained with your blood instead of his. A silvery harpoon was embedded in your tail, shooting hot spikes of agony up your spine.

You swam as fast as you could with the weapon in your fin, bullets whizzing past you as your form merged into the deep blue, vanishing before his eyes.

Leon pushed up to the surface with his uninjured arm before a hand plunged into the water and grasped him tightly before pulling him up to the surface.

He gasped for air and heaved in deep breaths as someone wrangled him into the boat.

The shirt on his left shoulder was ripped and stained with deep crimson as the rest of the wet fabric clung to his sculpted body. There were heavy pats on his back as he coughed up water, wincing at the excruciating pain in his shoulder.

"¡Joder! Are you alright, Capitán?" The frantic voice of his ever so loyal first mate, Luis Serra, rang in his ears, making him slack in relief.

"¡Mierda!. That beast got you good, huh?" He tried to lift the mood with a chuckle but Leon couldn't respond, his head spinning as he slowly took in his surroundings again.

Luis had a lit lantern with him, which got knocked over in his attempt to save Leon, his blunderbuss laid in the boat, smoke pluming from the barrel. A couple of harpoons were laid out as well, ones they'd usually use for fishing.

"Thank... Thank you.." Leon forced through heavy breaths as he held his bleeding shoulder.

"Always, Captain. Let's get you fixed up, eh, Sancho Panza?" Luis grinned helping Leon up onto the ship, who cracked a tired smirk at the friendly banter.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Leon was lost in thought as he sat on the edge of his sofa, a singular lantern illuminating his day cabin. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he replayed the events in his mind.

With a heavy sigh he slumped back against the soft cushion, wincing when he adjusted his arm. There were so any feelings weighing down on him. Pure, hot fury. The urge to hunt you down, gut you and hang you out to dry.

He knew of your kind, of course he knew, the maneating maidens with the voice of a nightingale. Half fish, half woman. Sirens caused the worst shipwrecks, he'd heard the stories from the very few that were lucky enough to escape their clawed grasp.

There was shame. Ashamed that someone like him was so easily fooled by a pair of pretty eyes and a smile so sweet he could feel his teeth ache.

Was he just desperate and pathetic? Longing so deeply for a maiden of his own that he'd jumped at the first opportunity? Wasn't it honorable that he'd sprung into action to save a damsel in distress? He didn't know. He lived up to his reputation, that's for sure, but Leon couldn't bring himself to take the credit. He never could.

And then there was this bubbling curiosity. The urge to know more, to see you again. He didn't understand. You'd almost taken his life, yet there was not an ounce of fear for you in him. He was intrigued, he needed to see you again.

Whether it was to squeeze answers out of you or to get a smidge of that connection back.

He damn near broke his head in two that night after he'd retreated to bed, wondering if some of it was real. It felt real to him.

The way you looked at him, spoke to him, touched him. It all seemed so real and genuine. Were creatures like you even able to feel things of that sort? He didn't know.

What he did know was not only had you had his flesh between your sharp teeth, but his heart, too, it seemed.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sun sparkled on the surface of the ocean as the Lone Rookie treaded along her path, splitting the waves.

Captain Kennedy and his crew were leisurely sailing across the calm sea, letting the tide guide them. He stood atop the quaterdeck, giving directions to the pirate that manned the wheel, knowing this part of the wide ocean like the back of his hand.

His first mate was keeping watch over the remaining crew, making sure their daily tasks were done as they should be.

Some were scrubbing the deck, others were covered in soot from keeping the cannons in good condition while the rest was busy hoisting the sails.

His coat looked pristine and elegant with the golden appliques sewn onto it. His Tricorn sat proudly atop his sandy locks adorned by a large, fluffy feather. His leather boots shone in the sun, same as his belt, that held his cutlass and blunderbuss.

His shoulder was still healing, the arm hanging close to his body instead of in the sleeve of the coat to minimize the strain.

It had been weeks since he almost met his end at your hands. Leon's mind had been occupied by thoughts of you since, wondering if he'd ever see you again.

There was shouting coming from the crow's nest, drawing his attention away from thoughts of you. They were coming up to a small formation of sharp rocks emerging from the water, but the lookout claimed to have seen something shimmering, bringing hope for it to be a lost treasure.

The Lone Rookie was carefully maneuvered closer to the boulders, being mindful so she wouldn't shatter to pieces against the rocks. But before anyone had the chance to inspect this mystery further, all heads turned in search of a soft melody that seemed to he carried by the wind.

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversion with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain

Saying William, when you go, I fear you'll never return again

Whispers and questions echoed across the deck as they searched for the source of this enchanting tune. The crew slowly moved in tandem, migrating towards the edge of the ship.

Leon's brows furrowed as he took out his spyglass and tried to spot something between the rocks against the blinding sun.

A shiver ran down his spine when he laid his eyes on none other than you, in all your beautiful, sparkling glory. Your tail shimmered in all colors, and your skin was glistening from the water.

You were going to be the demise of his ship if he didn't act now. With a quick movement his spyglass was attached to his belt once again.

"Everyone below deck. Now!" He yelled, seemingly breaking his men from their trance. They scattered like rats, obeying their Captain.

"Capitán-" Luis began but was swiftly cut off.

"You too. Now."

"Leon-"

"Go."

With hesitancy Luis, too, made his way below deck. Though he did stay close, just in case. How his Captain thought he was invincible made him want to shake his head.

Leon kept his eyes on you, a hand resting on his blunderbuss. He spotted one of his men, a gunner named Mike, out of the corner of his eye.

"Mike, get below deck. Now!" He yelled, not getting a reaction.

The gunner's arms hung slack by his side as he slowly stepped further towards that lovely melody, drawing him in.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

The words glid easily off your tongue as you eyed your next meal before your gaze flitted to Leon for a moment. He locked eyes with you and you could faintly see him scowl which made the corners of your mouth twitch upwards in a mischievous smile.

Mike had now reached the edge and was leaning over, his pupils dilated as his eyes were trained on you and your beauty.

"Mike!" Leon rushed towards him, gripping his shoulders and trying to pry him away from what would be his certain death.

As if suddenly possessed by inhuman strength he shook his Captain off of him with ease and climbed down the rope ladder at the side of the ship.

"Goddammit." Leon cursed under his breath.

"Snap out of it! Don't listen to to her!" He tried to reason with his best gunner, but there was only so much he could do from atop the ship.

Leon watched as Mike eagerly descended into the water and swam your way.

You held out your hand in a tantalizing manner, watching as he reached you and desperately clawed his way up the rock.

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly Sailor, until he sails home

Mike panted with a smile has he gazed upon you.

"The gods have heard me." He spoke brightly, steadying himself with one hand in the slippery rock and the other on your hip.

The gesture made you want to physically recoil. They usually never lived along enough to lay a hand on you. Still, you put on your best face and cupped his cheek, pulling him closer.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

With the last, softly sung note you chuckled, a sound that could rival your singing. Mike drew closer, his breath on your face.

Your stomach twisted and turned when you remembered who else's warm breath you could feel on your face just a few moons ago. A much more pleasant and welcome sensation than from your next meal.

"You're all I've ever wanted." Mike spoke quietly, making you giggle and lean in to whisper in his ear.

"What a shame."

Your teeth dug into the side of his neck, puncturing his jugular as he let out a blood curdling scream and desperately clutched his neck.

In a calculated move, you slid down the rock with a tight grip on your prey and pulled him under, his blood staining your skin.

Leon's blood boiled as he watched one of his best men die in front of him. He wanted to gut you and parade around your corpse for everyone to see, but there was a sick and twisted jealousy in the pit of his stomach.

You had charmed and enchanted Mike just as you had him, but there was a part deep inside his heart that hoped he was special. You didn't put up a damsel on distress act for Mike, but you did for him. Surely all that effort must've meant something? He felt nauseous at his thoughts and returned his attention back to you.

You were smiling at him, your sharp teeth stained with blood before you dove under and splashed your fin, a noticeable scar from the harpoon sitting on the glittering skin.

He slammed his fists down on the wooden railing, a few splinters flying overboard. Luis emegered from below deck and hurried toward him.

"What happened?" He asked hurriedly. Leon stayed silent for a moment, sighing deeply, his eyes trained on the pool of red around the rocks.

"She got Mike." He spoke coldly, faintly hearing the gasps and sounds of sorrow from his crew.

His jaw clenched as he swiftly turned on his heel and waltzed towards his cabin, slamming the door shut behind him.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The death laid heavy on him as he tried to find some solace at the bottom of yet another bottle of rum. Though not alone in his state of mourning,

Luis sat next to him, puffing a cigar. Not as his first mate, but as his friend.

"I have to find her." Leon spoke sternly, deep in his thoughts.

His hands were intertwined and tucked under his chin, most of his weight resting on his elbows.

"Won't be too hard. She keeps showing up where you are. Maybe she likes you." Luis grinned, tapping his cigar over the glass ashtray.

Leon hated how that speculation made his heart jump in his chest. He shouldn't feel like this, especially after you'd cruelly killed one of his best men. But he just couldn't help the giddy feeling in his stomach. He didn't physically react apart from a sharp glare that made Luis put his hands up in mock surrender, and the faintest of blushes dusted on his cheeks.

"You know what they say about the kiss of a Siren, eh?" Luis began with a mischievous smirk, taking a drag from the roll of tobacco. Leon leaned back into his chair with a tight-lipped sigh.

"What, that you'll 'control the mighty seas and command the storms'? All bullshit if you ask me." He muttered, a slight frown on his face.

"Whatever you say, Capitán." Luis blew a new plume of smoke with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You carefully poked your head out of the water and watched the Lone Rookie, specifically the handsome Pirate Captain that you'd gotten a taste of.

You've been mesmerized by him ever since you met him that night. Those kind eyes, that gentle touch... could he really be a pirate? He was nothing like the dirty brutes that you had the displeasure of meeting.

Your curiosity is what urged you to follow his ship and observe him almost every day since you'd eaten one of his crew. You did feel a little bad about it afterward, guilt eating away at you as you twirled a button from his shirt between your fingers.

What we're you even going to do with it? Give it Leon as a peace offering? Now, that seemed unnecessarily cruel.

In your defense, you had to eat something. It wasn't your fault that you were cursed to be a Maneater.

Some were whiny and outright annoying while others disgusted you to the point where you'd just leave them drifting in the sea and went off to find another, their behavior ruining your appetite.

Gods, what were you thinking!? He probably hated you know. A fair outcome, you supposed. You wouldn't be very happy if someone ate one of your friends.

You dove back under, pondering your options. You knew you shouldn't, but something about him was so intriguing that it was impossible for you to stay away.

How ironic that the Siren seemed to be caught in a spell.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The panic that arose in your chest as you struggle against the rough rope you'd managed to get tangled in was like nothing you'd felt before.

You were always so careful, kept your distance so no sailor would get their hands on you and do Gods know what.

You clawed and gnawed at the net, hoping your sharp teeth could cut you free. You were getting closer and closer to the surface, your eyes not having enough time to adjust as you were ripped from the deep.

Making yourself as small as possible, you waited in dreadful anticipation, saying goodbye to the ocean.

"This' a big one, Cap'n!" One of his men cackled, grunting as he continued to pull in the net.

Leon quirked a brow and stepped down from the quaterdeck, his belt rustling and his boots clacking against the wood as he walked. He waited patiently as his men reeled in their net, speculating about a big fish that would last them for weeks.

They plopped you down onto the deck unceremoniously, your tail hitting the floor with a thud as you pressed your back agaisn the railing, hoping to just disappear.

You hadn't even noticed Leon yet, to caught up in your fear to see how his eyes almost popped out of his head as his gaze landed on you.

"You." He breathed out, an unidentifiable mix of emotions in his tone.

Your head shot up, recognizing his voice, before it quickly fell again in shame, avoiding all eye contact with the handsome Captain. There were murmurs and whispers form the crew, some demanding to get revenge for their dearest friend and others that were interested in how much you'd go for on the fish market.

"What do we do with her, Capitán?" Luis asked from behind him, an uncharacteristically unsure tone to his usually so confident demeanor.

Leon's mind was void of all rational thoughts as he kept taking you in. How you cowered and kept your head down, seemingly afraid to even move a single muscle.

You were so confident in the water, seducing and luring men to their demise, but as soon as you hot caught on dry land all that cockiness evaporated and you looked more like a scared girl than a flesh-eating monster of the seas. He glanced around quickly before answering his first mate.

"Put her in that barrel." Leon gestures towards it haphazardly, continuing to bore holes into you with his look.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

That's how you ended up here. Cramped in a wooden barrel, sailors shooting you weird looks as you tried your best to sink as deep as you could, hoping to run from their judgmental gazes.

You'd find Leon staring at you from afar, striking under his gaze.

The protection of the sea was gone now. You were out of your element, and he was in his. You tried your best to behave, hoping they'd just get bored of you eventually.

Your first attempt at escaping and went as followed;

You nervously glanced around the deck, hoping you'd catch a moment where no eyes were on you. Leon seemed occupied looking at various maps with his first mate, while the crew was busy fulfilling their duties. You took your chance and took a breath to start singing, hoping you'd get them to dump you overboard so you could swim for it.

Before even a single not left your throat, a large hand was slapped over your mouth, muffling any sounds you would've made. Leon stood above you, his stature completely blocking off the sun.

"Don't even think about it. One of my men was enough." He said lowly, fueling the fire of guilt in your heart. You tried your best to ignore how his touch sent a prickly feeling down your spine.

You'd crossed the line miles ago, and you were swimming straight for the Bermuda triangle.

The sparkling moonlight on the ripple of the sea brought you no solace as you stared at the deep blue with longing, wishing you were back in your home.

You'd been on the Lone Rookie for about a week. Leon insisted on not letting you starve, to the dismay of some of his men, so they fed a part of their daily catches to you.

It wasn't human flesh, but enough to keep you going. Although you were around people all day, you hadn't felt more lonely. The disgusted expressions and whispered insults started to wear on you.

You were here only because you couldn't resist a couple of blue eyes and sandy hair that reminded you of the bottom of the ocean.

The door of the Captain's cabin opened and Leon stepped out with a lantern in hand, walking towards you.

Your heart was starting to beat faster but you still wouldn't meet his eyes. He placed the light on the railing next to you and leaned against it, staying quiet. You could tell he wanted to look at you, maybe even talk to you, but he held himself back.

The button in your hand seemed to almost burn your skin as you grasped it tighter. This was your chance at mercy and freedom.

"I'm... I'm sorry about your friend." You muttered quietly, the water in the barrel splashing gently as you turned your body to face Leon.

He was slightly stunned at your apology, maybe that you spoke at all, yet he didn't reply.

You bit your tongue, not knowing whether saying any more would be a good idea. You wordlessly lifted your hand out of the water and presented the button to him.

A soft crease formed between his brows as he eyes the button.

".. What's this?" He asked quietly.

You swallowed and raised your hand higher.

"From your friend." Your voice was merely above a whisper.

Hid jaw slacked slightly before he let his head fall forwards and let out a soft huff.

"Thank you." He replied softly as he took the button and squeezed it tightly, holding his hand to his chest.

There was a beat of silence before all your self-control left you, and you couldn't stop the words that spilled out of your mouth.

"I just couldn't stay away from you. That's what got me into this whole mess." You sighed, resting your head against the rim of the barrel.

Leon's head snapped towards you, your words igniting fire in his heart.

"You're just so... so.. different. I didn't actually think anyone would come to save me that night. I mean, I wasn't actually in trouble, but it was nice, still. You're nice. Not like all the other pirates I've met. They're rough and rude and.. you're not. I just can't stay away."

You laid your heart out for him. His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his cheeks were dusted in a deep pink as he processed your confession.

He was speechless, his brain trying to come up with an answer.

You, on the other hand, were tugging at your hair, anxiously waiting for a reply. He could reject you, and you'd finally be able to move on, but as long as the option of him reciprocating was there, so were you.

Leon swallowed thickly, the way the moonlight was shining down one you once again not making it easier for him to finally find his words.

"I can't stay away either..." he confessed quietly.

"I know it sounds silly considering that's your whole deal, but... It felt real to me. Even if you bit me, even if you killed my best gunner, I..." he chuckled, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the stars.

"I've never... felt like that before. Never thought love was in the cards for me. You changed that." He spoke softly, gently guiding your head to look at him.

It was the first time you'd actually met his eye for days and it felt like your heart was going to melt right out of your chest. You were just as stunned by his words as he was by yours.

"It was real." You replied eagerly, lifting yourself out of the barrel to be closer to him.

"You remind me of my home. Your eyes are like the sea when she's calm and welcoming and your hair is like the sand at the bottom of the ocean, where all sorts of treasures can be found." You rambled breathlessly, the proximity of him making the air hard to breathe

. Leon was breathing heavily just as you were before he helped support you by placing a steady hand on your lower back.

"I just... I'm sorry for biting you, but I had to get a taste." Your face felt hot and your chest was rising and falling faster than normal.

His gentle touch was setting all of your nerves on fire, spiraling them into a hot frenzy.

"What if... what if you get a taste without drawing blood?" He asked in a quiet and breathy voice, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You nodded quickly, grasping onto him wherever you could.

With your confirmation, his strong arm wrapped around your back and he lifted you out of the barrel and onto the railing, holding you tightly, before finally pressing a kiss to your lips

. The desperation and passion in the kiss made you melt against him, a satisfied hum escaping your lips. Leon smiled into the kiss, teasingly squeezing your waist, making you giggle.

You gently held his face, the image of the both of you like that from a painting. You pulled away from each other for air, chests heaving, and your lips slightly puffy.

"I want to keep you forever." He muttered, pressing his forehead to yours.

You chuckled breathlessly, playing with the hair at his nape.

"I'm sorry I can't stay. But I belong out there," you nodded your head in the direction of the sea, "and you belong here." You spoke with a soft smile, placing a peck on his lips.

He made a soft displeased noise.

"Here." you untangled an iridescent shell from your hair and placed it into his palm, closing his hand and bringing it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles.

"That way, I'm always with you." His expression softened.

"Thank you."

Leon stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small golden anchor charm, one he'd gotten on one of his first raids and kept as a lucky charm.

"Now, I'm always with you, too." He attached it to the lock of hair you'd taken the shell from, pushing a few strands out of your face with a smile.

"Will you promise me something?" Leon asked quietly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

You hummed softly, leaning into his touch.

"Promise me you'll always sing for me."

You smiled softly and pulled him a little closer.

"I promise. I'll only sing for you." You whispered, gently bumping your nose against his, making him smile.

You pulled him for a last kiss, one he happily indulged, before loosening your grip on him.

Letting yourself fall back from the railing, you elegantly dove into the water, Leon's eyes glued to the shimmering scales of your tail.

You blew him a kiss before diving deep into your home with a heavy heart. It was a bittersweet parting, no doubt, but the trinkets you'd exchanged with your lover would ease the ache.

With a sad smile Leon watched you disappear before retreating for the night. The only thing he'd have to explain in the morning was how you'd escaped and where he got the shimmering shell that was pinned to his coat.

When he heard a soft comforting melody that night, he smiled to himself, keeping your gift close to his heart.

From then on, you were never far. Always circling around the Lone Rookie, keeping an eye on not only Leon but his crew.

The kiss of a Siren might not have given Leon the power to command the sea, it did, however, give him the benefit of a hauntingly beautiful complicit that was more than happy to feed on his enemies.

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Running to You 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, control, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Sister series to Just What I Needed

Summary: You’re rescued by a man who you don’t even know is a real hero.

Characters: nomad Steve Rogers

Note: a stressed out steve rogers plus a cutie. it bloomed from the theory of Steve’s beard being a symbol of his darker side, or a darker state of mind. In the wat that he would usually pride himself on a neat appearance but lets himself go a bit when he’s not at his best.

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Steve's message comes in as you're nursing your tea. It's not too early but early enough that you haven't decided where to start. He gives you that answer.

'Back in town. Can I swing by?'

You weren't planning on a busy day but you can make time for him. Maybe not space. You worked all day to package all your things for the festival market and now you can barely cross the apartment. You drink your tea over the stove and reply.

'Sure thing. I'll show you the park.'

You pause and turn your hand over. You wiggle your bandaged fingers. The gauze is wrapped from knuckle to tip on your middle and index. A bit of an incident with the soap making.

'Sure. I'll be there shortly.'

'I'll be downstairs.'

You take the last gulp of tea and your phone flashes again. 'Be safe.'

You send a smiley back. You rinse out your cup and leave it on the drying mat. You have to figure out what to wear. You usually dress down since you're likely to get wax or oil on yourself. Going out isn't something you do without purpose.

You find a brown corduroy skirt with gold buttons up the front. You think it's cute. You found it in a thrift shop with that pair of loafers with the daisy buckles. They go together. You cap it off with a striped yellow tee and a fuzzy tan cardigan. It's not too much, you think.

Purse, phone, keys. You're ready to go. It's nice to have a friend in the city. You had some at your old job but they stopped talking to you when that fell apart. It's too bad. You thought Tamara was cool.

You lock the door behind you and the one next to you opens. You look at Mike as he rubs the bridge of his nose. His eye is swollen and black and he's in nothing more than a pair of boxers and a blood-stained ribbed tank. You gasp.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" You squeak.

"Huh? Who--" He drops his hand and looks around through his slitted eyelids. He smiles sleepily. "Oh, it's you, sweetie. I thought I was headed to the bathroom."

"Uh... no," you smile sheepishly. "Wrong way."

He chuckles, "late night."

"Looks like. Um, what... what happened?"

He frowns and winces. He touches his eye and hisses. He shrugs.

"Oh, uh, ya know, I got light-headed and fell on the stairs."

"You did? Have you been checking your sugars?" You ask.

He blinks and his brows arch. He shakes his head noncommittally. "You know..." he drawls and covers a yawn with his fist. "You care so much about me, sweetie. You're so nice."

"You have to be careful. You could hurt yourself," you say.

"I know," he rubs the back of his neck. "You too."

You tilt your head.

"That guy... Steve. You know him well?" He asks as he leans on the door frame, scratching behind his ear.

"I... I just met him but... he's nice."

"Oh, I'm sure. Who wouldn't be nice to you?" He rasps and his head lolls before he catches himself and forces his eyes wide. "Whatever I..." he stumbles back and his door bounces back behind him. "Don't say I didn't..." his voice trails off. "Damn I gotta piss."

He slams his door and you grimace. You heard blood sugar can make you a bit forgetful. He's all sorts of flighty. You're wondering if maybe you should call someone. Your phone chirps in your bag. You tuck your keys away and check the message. Of course it's Steve. If it's not him, it's some spam or promo.

'I'm outside. Let me up.'

'Sorry. On my way down.' You type in and hurry down the hall.

You keep your hand on the railing as you rush down and nearly crash into another resident as you push through the front door. You come out into the sunlight and find Steve picking at the dead petals in the standing planters outside. The flowers never stay alive, even when they aren't dumped by the late night stragglers.

"Hey," you greet him as he looks up. His hair is shiny and glints with streaks of gold in the summer sheen. "Sorry, my neighbour Mike was acting weird."

"Toward you?" He asks.

"No... we were chatting. His sugars must be all over. He's a bit... hazy," you come down the steps. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Your gaze falls to his other hand. He has a box balanced against his hip. You try not to let your curiosity cling to it.

"Wasn't waiting long," he assures. "I like that skirt."

You look down and grin. "Oh, really? Thanks. Wasn't sure about the colour."

"Nah, you look good," he insists then sniffs. "Er, well, I know you said you wanted to go to the park. But uh, I got a surprise." He lifts the box. "I'll show you when we get there?"

"A surprise? You didn't have to."

"But I did." He shrugs. "Really, it's nothing."

"So you keep saying," you retort. "That way."

You point down the avenue. He follows the gesture and turns in that direction. You walk along as a car backfires and teens toss a basketball around the street. A driver honks as they come down the street and receives some not so PG hollers from the ballers.

"Hectic place," Steve comments.

"Lots going on," you cheep, trying not to show how nervous the noise can make you. "They're just playing around."

"Uh huh," he clucks as he follows you down the street. He's judging you but he didn't have to come back. Some people just live where they can survive.

"So... how was your work trip?"

"Eh, it was... work," he answers grimly. "Really, nothing you want to hear about. Real boring and all that."

"What do you do? I don't think you said. Or I forgot. I'm sorry," you teethe your lip as he looks at you. You quickly close your mouth to still the nerves.

"I didn't. I work for the government. That's it. Nothing glorious," he replies.

"Well, I'm not exactly changing the world. I just make soaps," you turn through the rusted iron archway of the park. "You know the plaque got broken but this park was built in honour of a New York Regiment. Brooklyn boys."

"Oh really? Interesting. You like history?"

"Well, I don't mind reading about it." You shrug.

"Ah." He sniffs. "Here?"

He nods to a bench between the unbloomed rose bushes. You agree with a sweep of your hand. You sit, distracted by the birds in the grimy old bath across the pathway. He rests the mystery box on his lap.

"Ready for the surprise?" He asks.

You tear your eyes away from the fluttering wings and splashing water. He grips the box. He looks almost nervous.

"I told you..."

"I like surprises," he insists. "Really, nothing special."

"Uh huh," you flick your lashes.

"You like cookies so..." he opens the lid. I went to every bakery in Brooklyn and got their best-selling flavour. We can figure out where the best one in the borough is."

"Holy moley," you glance over the selection. "Wow. That must've taken forever."

"Not if you call ahead," he grins.

"Hmmm, and expensive," you murmur.

"Nothing," he insists. "So, you wanna start the taste test here?"

"Um... well, my place is a bit...packed," you chuckle and rub your cheek, the gauze scratching your skin. "So..."

"What happened to your fingers?" He asks.

"Oh, ha ha, clumsy," you wiggle them and drop them onto your lap. "You know... sometimes there's so much to do at once. Just spilled some hot soap."

He sighs. You wilt. He can be so staunch without even saying a word.

"It's fine. Happens all the time." You shrug.

"Shouldn't, though. That place is too small for all that. With all those scents, it must stink too."

"Steve, you don't have to worry about me."

"I'm a worrier," he retorts. "Especially when people don't even worry about themselves. I got another friend like that. Stubborn as... well."

You pout. "Sorry, Steve."

He winces and the grit leaves his jaw. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just... I can be uptight." He takes a deep breath. "Oh, uh," he keeps one hand on the box of cookies, "I've been using the oil. It's really nice. Like the scent too. Really softened this thing up."

"Oh, good, I'm glad. I never really could test it out..."

"Feel," he leans in.

You stare at the thick hair along his jaw. It does look shinier and you can faintly smell the oil. You reach to pet the hair. To your surprise, he leans into your touch.

"Oh, that's nice," you say.

"Five star review. I even told my friend about it."

"Oh yeah? Is that the stubborn one?" You rescind your hand and rub your fingers together. There's a slight hint of oil on them.

"Yeah..." his eyes crinkle as he smiles. He looks down at the cookies. "I have them all organized in separate wrappers but I'm not going to tell you who's who. I want honest opinions only."

"Jeez, all of them?" You look at the rows of cookies peeking out between brown paper. "I should've worn something stretchy."

"A bite of each," he says and reaches for the first. "You like white macadamia?"

"Love it," you assure him. "But you better have some too."

"Oh, I've been looking forward to something sweet. Don't worry."

You ate too much sugar. You told Steve it was too sweet but he barely seemed affected at all. His stomach must be much bigger than yours.

You toss and turn as your stomach churns from the chocolate, raisin, and nutty extravaganza. You're so tired from the sun and walking and the cleaning you did when you got in. The place is always so cluttered.

You roll over on your cot. It's not entirely the best for sleeping either. You tend to get about four or five hours and go from there.

As you try to settle your stomach and your mind, there's a clamour in the hall. Groaning and dragging. You try to ignore it as you roll onto your side. The building is always noisy. You usually keep some music going to drown it out.

You're startled as the clatter gets closer. Right at your apartment door. You flip onto your back, heart skipping, and look over at the light limning the door. You can see a shadow at the bottom.

Your name drones through and you sit up. The manic tapping continues. You get up and slowly cross the apartment, jostling boxes and shelves as you do. You stand on your toes and peer through the peep hole. It's Mike. He looks sick.

His head is drooping as he slouches and rubs his eyes. You wonder if maybe he doesn't have his insulin. You've heard it's getting pretty expensive.

You keep your door on the chain, it's finally fixed, and turn the latch back. You let it open the two inch length of the safehold. Mike groans again and his shoulder collides with the door. He slides against the wood and brings his face to the narrow space.

"You awake, sweetie?" He mumbles.

"Yeah, Mike," you squeak, feeling the tension of his weight against the door. "You doing okay? You look sick."

"Sick... no... tired..." He grips the edge of the door. "Lonely."

"Oh." You don't know what to say to that. "You should go get some sleep."

"Sleep..." He mutters. "Mmm..." He lets go of the door and suddenly his hand shoots toward you.

He grabs your sleeve and you cry out in surprise. "Mike?! What are you doing?"

"I just wanna see you."

"Mike, it's late."

"I know but... you're so..."

You slip free from his grasp. You whimper. "Please. Your sugars must be--"

He pulls back, his arm disappearing, and suddenly there's a slam against the door. You squeal as it lurches again. Mike throws himself against the door a third time and the bolts on the chain pop. You back away as your neighbour crashes through and lands in a heap on the floor.

You scramble away as he garbles on the floor. He twitches as his eyes roll back. You keep an eye on him and dig your phone out from beneath your pillow. You don't know who to call. The last time you called the police, they didn't show up until morning. You think he needs help. Real help. You do too.

You sniffle and dial out to the only number you've called in the last three months; Steve.

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iouinotes · 1 year ago

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Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

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littlemissholy · 2 months ago

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Not sure if this is where you take writing prompts, but I'd love to see your take on Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff, they're having a calm night in at his trailer- she's reading some book (manga would be awesome), lights are low, and he's fast asleep after playing guitar for what seemed like forever. <3

Lullaby

Hi!

This is my first fic so PLEASE be indulgent and if u had any tips for the layout or anything go in my dm!

And so sorry for the spelling mistake im French and its been a while i've not writing.

Jim Croce is underrated and we love a man with a mustache.

Warning : Fluff / WC : 1960

It was friday, and you and Eddie meet each others in front of ur locker, like always, right after ur respective club, Mathlete for u and Hellfire for him.

"Ready to go? We gonna have to run to the van its rain deadly

- We're not waiting Dustin, Mike and Will?

- No, Steve has already come to pick them up, i hate to say that, but he really is a good mom.

- Oh my god. Eddie The Freak who compliment Steve The Hair. I'm so gonna tell him. He's not gonna believe it.

- I highly doubt that. You must had to survive until tomorrow." He reply with a devilish grin.

Eddie starts to chase and screaming after you towards the van while u speedrun under the rain.

You arrives before him in the van and screams to him

"I WON!! YOU LOSE I WON!

-'Kay sweetheart what do u want ? " Softly laugh Eddie during he starts the van homewards

"I want u to play me my favourites lullaby 'til i fall asleep.

- That's my punishment? Loving u and being sweet with u while playing guitar i think i can handle that." He reply while kissing ur cheek.

"Watch the road" U smile tenderly.

Once parked in front the trailer, you still had to face the rain again.

Now you were the two of you wet as dog, but safe in Eddie's home, he looks at u, and started blushing when he saw u removed ur Dragon Ball hoodie.

"What? I am not gonna keep it, its soaking wet, i'm dripping, im gonna get sick, u better be removed ur jacket too.

-..Yeah, yeah i know that.. " He respond quickly still blushing, pointing ur now white see-through Jim Croce shirt.

- Oh. OH. Now Mister is shy? Your shirt is also transparent with the rain and i'm not complaining" He gently slaps ur butt, and u giggles while u go to his room for changing ur wet Jim Croce shirt for a dry Led Zeppelin shirt owning to Eddie during his shower.

You were reading one of ur favourite manga, Dragon Ball since now 15minutes, and he joins u in his bed in his Black Sabbath shirt.

His lava lamp were the only light source who allows u to read besides an almost dead candle on his bedside table.

"Well hello hello there. Whats new in Goku World? He says while kissing ur shin

- Goku just met Karin. She's a cat who is a Master of Martial Arts. I think she looks like Yoda. And u had a common point with Goku u two loves to looks panties.

- That's my man. And Coolest cat in the world. But i had a pledge to honor my ladie.." he said, taking out the guitar from behind the bed.

The first notes of N.I.B in acoustic began while u turns ur head looking and listening the soft lapping of the rain on the window. He continues passionately with Lord Of This World through you pursue ur reading, he finish with ur two favorite songs : Time In A Bottle and The Rain Song.

He had fall asleep again before you and you were brushing his dark curly hair with ur fingers again. He snorted a little but he remain calm while u tracing the line of his jaw. You looked at the window, then at the alarm clock : It stopped raining and its getting late 2:03. You could go to ur house with ur bike but u had to tucked Eddie in first. He opened his tired eyes and said with a gravelly voice :

"You stayed with me" Pulling you and hugging under the covers.

He had lost again : u were still awake while he slept on ur shoulder but u cannot be happier.

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SIMPLE AND SWEET

(kissing michael headcanons) | 700+ words

WARNINGS: mature themes , sweetness , describing kissing , genderless reader!

[1977]

you’re family friends, maybe

grown up around each other

…the type to have gotten teased all the time because everyone knew you liked him. even your mother noticed you’d gotten shyer around all the brothers, but especially, especially michael

oh he’d gotten so tall and fine…

you remarked every new thing about him when he’d gotten back from tour. his face forming strong, his body full of energy and tambour, his spirit like a drumbeat that kept time all through the night

and despite all that change, he was still like the sweet boy you’d grown to blush under the gaze of.

the jacksons always had these family parties and whenever you could, you’d often need to find a quiet place for the two of you to occupy within the mighty full house

a lot of the time you’d settle in the backseat of your daddy’s car and talk. it was always unlocked and in the shade of the street. you appreciated the privacy.

he’d tell you stories for what felt like hours, your faces incredibly close in the darkness. sight dodging from lips to jaw to the light still left in your eyes.

you remembered them all.

but, most notably, you remember learning how to kiss.

have you ever kissed before? michael’s hands stayed crossed in his lap. though you couldn’t see them, you just knew.

you shook your head.

never? he giggled, as if he had any more experience than you did. and his gaze fell, thoughts trailing around in his mind: do you wanna try?

leaning into him, the leather of the seats creaking, you found his lips in the shadows. he inhaled sharply.

it started with some kisses on closed mouths. one. two. three. your hearts racing, you pull back to breathe.

was that okay?

yeah…

your hands would find his cheeks and you’d kiss. pillowy soft and slow like pouring molasses, not quite sure you were doing it right, but you knew you liked it. the way your lips felt. mouths opening and closing, sighing into each other.

your other senses washed over you then.

your lips quietly smacking with each kiss

the noise from his house echoing faintly behind; floating from a world somehow ages and ages away from where you were then

your fingers run along his full cheekbones, glide along the little bumps and ridges in his skin. he’d take your hand, sensitivities arising, and guide it over to his shoulder, the fabric there starched and ironed.

his hands spread, with elongated fingers, like butter along your blouse.

and his lips, smooth like satin, tasted of mint balm. sometimes, you felt bold enough to try his neck. kissing over stubble and the sting of sweat.

your nose filled with the purity of shea, boys’ nerves, and sweet, sweet spritzes of his brother’s cologne trapped inside the threads of his clothes.

he welcomed it happily, your devouring love.

soon you practically begged for parties. any chance you got to kiss michael, you’d take

you’d be gone for a long while

kissing, hands all over each other, sweet hums and gusts of breath coming quick enough to fog the windows

you’re like heaven, baby he’d whisper, his lips rubbing against the lobe of your ear. probably something he heard one of his brothers say, but it sent shivers right through you all the same

walking back to the house, you’d try not to steal kisses, but the addiction was rampant in you by now. let you tell it, you needed it to live.

a jackson would come stumbling out of the party for air or a smoke sneering, ooooo mike what were yall doin’ out here……..

we were just talkin’ he’d blush, clasping your hand tight like he’d gotten caught with it in the cookie jar

you didn’t have the width to string together an alibi. not with his lips still lingering all over, as real and heavy as the pulse in your veins

so you simply smiled down at your feet, squeezing his culprit fingers in tandem

as you get a bit older, you find your kisses to be quite serendipitous. harmonious with each other.

standing outside your place, you kiss each other nice and long, holding both his hands by your sides in case he might try to slip away too quickly.

looking up at him, his eyes flutter open, the regained breath from his lips reminding him he was in fact down on earth.

tilting your head, you smile. see you tonight?

that same boyish grin would find you, smiling back. yeah…

simple and sweet.

#giving my 77 baby some love #this was part one TEEHEE #anyway hope you enjoyyyy #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson imagine #applehead #moonwalker #michael jackson oneshot #2222gospel #era: jacksons

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lilyflowerstories · 6 months ago

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These Violent Delights | 2

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader, Edward Culled x Reader

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. // Twilight Re-Write.

Warnings for the series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Word Count: 3.4k

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The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again.

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect.

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack.

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.”

“Okay.”

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class.

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.”

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out your phone to jot down that note.

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates… I was wondering do you think Ang—”

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car.

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later.

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke.

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”

“Y/N.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you.

“Ladies, first.”

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.”

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.”

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.”

“Personal reasons.”

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?”

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”

“Apology accepted, I guess.”

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.”

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.”

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.”

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?”

“Baseball.”

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?”

“No, I believe you.”

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker.

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?”

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.”

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?”

“It’s complicated.”

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.”

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?”

“No.”

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.”

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.”

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move.

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward.

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out.

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds.

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.”

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?”

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie.

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.”

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.”

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before you had to drive to the school to get your truck and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked.

Edward looked reluctant as he made his way towards you. “What?”

“How did you get over to me so quickly?”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.”

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.”

“And what was that?”

“You stopped the van with your hand.”

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?”

“Thank you.”

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Not at all,” you tell him, determined.

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.”

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward.

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you.

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!”

“You need more than a van to take me down.”

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived.

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?”

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.”

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?”

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?”

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.”

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.”

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?”

“Most definitely.”

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.”

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination.

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil.

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.”

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell.

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.”

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you?

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.”

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.”

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—”

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement.

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again.

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?”

“Um. Ma—”

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?”

Edward took the opportunity to slip away.

“Who?” you feigned ignorance.

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.”

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook.

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends.

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around.

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner.

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”

“Yeah. See you guys later.”

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“Who picked last summer?”

“Charlie.”

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.”

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.”

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend.

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up.

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone.

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.”

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.”

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done.

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think.

“Just gross, no offense,” you said.

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.”

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?”

“Do you want to play it up?”

“Absolutely.”

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over.

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water.

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking.

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss.

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?”

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.”

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.”

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck.

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?”

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?”

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.”

“You say this from experience?”

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.”

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?”

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.”

“Hey, I’m a virgin.”

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.”

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes.

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked. Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well.

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together.

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.”

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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samcats · 11 months ago

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Mike and Wills friendship vs everybody elses

I’m sick of people acting like Mike and Wills friendship is platonic when 1. One literally had a crush on the other and 2. None of the other friendships are treated the same way Mike and Will are throughout the seasons so let’s go over them!

(This is gonna be a long one!)

Season 2 & 1

First off, in season 1, the show focuses on how Will going missing effects Mike the most out of all his friends. Mike is the only one to notice Will isn’t at school the day he goes missing. Mike is the one to come up with the idea to go out looking for him. Mike only keeps El around when he realizes she can help find Will. Mike is the only one that’s focused on after they find Will’s “dead” body. Mike is the only one out of the party members that holds proper hope that Will may still be alive.

In season 2 he was the only one that went outside of the arcade to check where Will had gone. He was the only one that noticed Will was being extra quiet that day at school. He panicked when he couldn’t find Will, “Will what’s wrong? I couldn’t find you, are you hurt? I’m gonna get you home, okay? I’m gonna get you home”, He purposely volunteered himself to go check on Will and then proceed to stay with Will in the hospital for days afterwards. He was the only one out of his friends that stayed with Will in the shed when he was possessed.

Edit: also wanted to point out how in the crazy together scene when Will told Mike about the mindflayer he said “just please don’t tell the others okay? They wouldn’t understand.” Implying that Will trusts Mike the most and that he thinks only Mike would understand what he’s going through.

& Will only yelled Mike’s name when he was having an episode before the crazy together scene happened. He didn’t yell Lucas’s name or Dustin’s or even Jonathan or his mums, his first instinct was to call Mike for help. Both of these things furthermore prove my point that their friendship is different from the others and they’re much closer

Again, the show focuses on Will and Mikes friendship the most this season. Not their friendships with Lucas or Dustin or anybody else, just with eachother. None of the other friendships in the show have done anything like this. Hell none of the friendships in the show ever GET as much attention and focus as Mike and Will do throughout the seasons. They are treated so differently. Still don’t believe me?

Season 3

One of the most iconic Byler scenes is the rain fight scene. Now I'm not really gonna talk about how obviously romantic this scene is by itself. But how it contrasts Will and Lucas's apology scene. The contrast between these two scenes is such a huge piece of evidence to me and I'm surpsired I don't see it around more

(Thank you to this video for saving me while I was trying to find the scenes https://youtu.be/u-rLx10eROw?si=vdGoQNtnXU103iZt )

Here’s the two scenes mixed together for reference:

Byler’s fight

In the Byler scene, it has buildup. Will getting mad and then bursting out of the room, Mike follows him while Lucas stays behind. Once they get outside, the lighting is dark and blue. The music playing in the background is somber. The way both characters talk and act makes you know that this is a serious scene. The aftermaths of Will going to his house and crying as he destroys castle Byers. And Mike and Lucas biking out to find him in the rain. You could make the argument that Lucas being there makes this scene bad proof, but it focusing more on Mike then Lucas tells you otherwise.

Lucas’s apology

It’s super rushed, you barely even notice it. It’s super random and isn’t focused on at all, it just starts with Lucas saying he’s sorry and Will saying it doesn’t matter and it’s pretty much over. The lighting is bright, our minds are more focused on trying to get ready to trap Billy then the actual conversation they’re having. Neither Lucas or Will react to it afterwards. You could literally skip this scene and you wouldn’t miss anything.

So why have such a useless scene in the middle of nowhere?

The Byler rain fight is such an important scene to show how Mike and Wills friendship has gone downhill, to show the change between children and teenagers, and also to hint at Will's sexuality. The Lucas and Will scene is just so useless and random and could've been left out, but the way it contrasts the Byler fight scene makes me think that its only purpose was to show the difference between Mike and Wills friendship together vs anybody else's, and nothing else. Because why else have it there? If Mike and Wills scene wasn't meant to have a deeper meaning, then why make it as dramatic as it was? Why build it up the way they did?? If it was platonic the scene would've been more similar to the Lucas scene and/or toned down a LOT.

It's undeniable that the Duffers where trying to show us something with these two scenes

Season 4

You can tell there’s clearly tension between Mike and Will when they reunite in the airport, which is very odd. Mike and Will are best friends, and again, Mike wouldn’t act this way with any of his other friends. He didn’t even act this way with El

Mike then later admits that he was being an asshole to Will, and we get that beautiful “friends. Best friends.” Scene.

Now, I want you to rewatch that scene and pretend that Will is Max or Lucas or Dustin or Erica or Steve or Jonathan or anybody Mike is friends with. But you can’t. It just feels too wrong and too romantic, doesn’t it? It seems weird as well, because we know full well Mike wouldn’t say something like that to any of his other friends. He’s never had a conversation like that with any of his other friends, either. This is because they’re just that. Friends. So why should it be any different for Will and Mike?

This is the same for any scene with Mike and Will. Season 4 or not

And if you seriously cannot notice the difference between Mike and Wills friendship vs anybody else’s, you need to do a rewatch

Anyways, there’s probably more stuff I could add but I’m gonna leave it at that for now. If you have anything to add leave it in the comments! Thank you for reading

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lexirosewrites · 2 months ago

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Part 4 of ?

Party dynamics r as follows: A!Hopper, B!Joyce, A!Nancy, B!Jonathan, O!Steve, A!Robin, A!Argyle, B!Eleven, A!Mike, O!Will, B!Dustin, A!Lucas, O!Max, & A!Eddie... B!Murray is present somewhere in Hawkins probably doing his best to clue the cool parents in on what's been happening since 1983 but who knows

...

Everyone was talking all at once, asking questions at the same time, and Hopper felt like his ears were ringing. He is the oldest alpha in their little makeshift pack. Therefore he is The Alpha of their pack. Jim Hopper took in the pandemonium around him and promptly stepped outside whilst everyone else devolved into arguments & demands for El to now find Robin, Nancy quickly joined him.

Steve was the oldest of three omegas in the pack & after the events in '84 he'd become The Omega of their pack. More than tht, Steve was a kid Jim had known for nearly over a decade. He was a son to Hopper in the ways tht mattered. He didn't blame Robin for her reaction or her foiled attempt to rip at him w her own alpha fangs, no. He hadn't even tried commanding her back. Because he would've done the same if he could, because he blamed himself just as much.

She'd calmed down once Dustin shoved a yellow sweatshirt over her head, one tht belonged to Steve. Then after a half hr of silently watching them all theorize then plan uselessly she'd stepped outside & Hopper had given her space. But now Robin is gone.

Lucas joined them.

"She's been gone awhile." The older alpha spoke aloud while the younger two scented the air.

"Her scent is faint, you're right." Nancy conceded after a moment, but Lucas kept his nose up. The injury caused by Jason Carver making his sense of smell just a touch duller while his nose healed.

"I think I can pick up on a vague direction." The youngest alpha supplied to their stilted conversation before pointing. At this Nancy suddenly chirped as the light of a deduction entered her eyes.

"She's trying to track Steve." The eldest of the 3 alphas said before Nancy could.

"Robin was wearing Steve's favorite sweatshirt, Steve's scent has got to b practically baked into it." Nancy deduced.

"There would've been no better item to use as a tracking token." Lucas chirped before grimacing as he said. "Aside from used underwear but almost all of Steve's laundry is intermingled w Robin's & the parts of the nest he said he was going to wash."

"Robin's laundry might b the key words there kid. Get Will & Dustin going thru Steve's laundry baskets looking for at least 4 items tht smell strongly of either of them. Get Mike & tht Argyle guy out here." Hopper started planning aloud, because now there was a target they might b able to hit. Nancy & Lucas nodded seemingly already thinking along the same lines. Hopper said it aloud anyway.

"We're gonna try to follow Robin's example, we're gonna track them."

MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A GATE...

Robin climbed thru the gate slightly weary from her run & how the membrane did not break like other gates would. Instead it felt like she walked through a raging waterfall, like she was upright on land yet water pounded away around her & on her. When she stepped thru completely she stumbled, caught her breath as best she could, & startled at the environment around her.

Because this was not the upside down they had left behind when their plan partially succeeded. There was a breeze & no dark motes tht reminded her of spores, even the smell was slightly different. The barren trees now had buds of little leaves everywhere she looked. There was no roiling constant thunder storm overhead but a bright full moon tht burned red.

Behind her she heard a breaking of wood & turned to see the gate closing. She'd have to figure out how to get out again but tht came after she found Steve.

The alpha took a deep inhale of the scrap of fabric in her hand then of the sweat shirt she was wearing. Her sweat from running had started to mingle w Steve's scent but baked apples still dominated her cloves & cedar.

Robin closed her eyes to focus. Then soon took off again, much more cautiously, into the changed upside down.

MEANWHILE AT A CABIN IN THE SAME DIMENSION...

Steve watched w bated breath as the creature's throat swallowed & clicked a few times before it spoke in a halting voice ragged w disuse.

"Me... Eddie... Alpha to... Steve"

The omega chirped in joy & heedless of claws or fangs or wings pulled Eddie, HIS Eddie, into the nest & his embrace. His alpha was always gentle w him though & Eddie caught himself before he could tumble his full weight onto Steve. The changed alpha rolled to Steve's side tht was most exposed to the rooms open door. Eddie crooned then nosed along Steve's jaw till he found his gland. A deep inhale then the alpha both relaxed & tensed his muscles as if ready to move at a moments notice.

"Can you smell it Eddie? I'm-- I'm pregnant with our puppy." Steve teared up w joy & sadness. He held his Alpha closer & guided his hand to his stomach as the omega started to purr.

"Puppy... our... puppy" Eddie began purring in return. A loud rumbling sound not unlike the engine in his uncles van.

"Yes, our puppy." Steve chirped as a tear escaped.

"One... of six" his Alpha smiled around the fangs protruding from his mouth, apparently Eddie might have limited speech but he was still able to tease. Steve laughed & pulled Eddie further up the nest so he could have a turn scenting at the alphas neck.

Roasted cardamom seed & cedar filled his senses. At last, Steve felt the weariness of what the doctor's diagnosed as chronic rejection sickness begin to fade.

There were many questions to ask & it seemed Eddie was limited in his answers. Steve decided to not care at the moment because he was in a nest being held by his Alpha again. Quickly Steve felt himself sink into a sleep he already knew would actually ease his exhaustion.

[Now there shall b an intermission I think! As much as this could turn into a full on fic (which it might do not despair) I am kind of currently treating slick sunday as a sort of rough draft outlet 😅 Part 5 next week! It shall b the intermission in the form of flashback 🤭 till next time!]

one of six!!!👏👏👏

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chaoticevolution · 2 years ago

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mornings with mike

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

warnings: smut !! DNI if you're under 18 !! ageless/blank blogs will be blocked !! includes daddy kink, pervy!dom mike, watersports (spit/piss kink), heavy emphasis on the piss kink bc it's not for everybody, light impact play (just some light slapping), throat fucking, breeding kink

authors note: this is the first smut i've written in MONTHS and it's messy and nasty so i hope yall like it. also i couldn't think of a good title

word count: 2123

You could sense his exhausted presence entering the house before you heard a long heavy sigh and the slamming of the front door.

"Rough night?" you look up from the laundry you were folding and give him a sympathetic look. He tosses his jacket on the nearby chair and looks at you through lidded eyes. The dark circles under his eyes are getting worse, you notice.

“Did Abby eat?”

“What do you think?”

He rolls his eyes before heading down the hallway to check on Abby. You watch as he opens her door slowly, entering as he uses his soft gentle voice to wake her up for school.

You continue folding the laundry as you hear Abby start to wake up and immediately start to fight with Mike about going to school.

“I said I'm not going today,” Abby whines.

“Abs, we’re not doing this today. you’ve missed too many days, come on, get up.” You could tell in Mike's voice that he was trying desperately to keep his composure.

“No, I'm staying here with you and y/n today.” Abby digs her heels in and stands her ground.

“Abby, get up. Now." Mike's composure doesn't last long as he pulls out his stern voice.

You notice your stomach flutter, but attempt to ignore it as Abby reluctantly gets up and starts getting ready for school.

“And you-,” you were too lost in thought to notice Mike exiting Abby's bedroom until he was right in front of you.

“Me? What did I do?” you ask.

“I know you’ve been up all night waiting for me.” His voice remains stern.

“How can you tell?” Damn, you think to yourself, didn't even try to deny it. Mike's face softens as he places his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your own dark circles.

“I just- well I can see how tired you are in your eyes, sweetheart. I know what tired looks like, trust me.” he smiles softly at you. “Now go get some rest,” his stern voice returns.

“Yes sir,” you say playfully as you roll your eyes at him, heading for yours and Mike's bedroom. As you drift to sleep, you faintly hear Mike attempting to get Abby to eat breakfast.

***

You’re woken up a few hours later by Mike sweetly kissing the top of your head.

“Did you get any sleep?” you ask him as you take a sip from the water glass he just handed you.

He sits on the edge of the bed next to you and puts a strong hand on your hip. “Uhm, yeah,” he sighs. “I napped a little after I put Abby on the bus.”

“Mike, I'm worried about you, you look like shit.”

“Yeah, well, so do you. I'm tired of you waiting up all night for me and not taking care of yourself.” There goes the stern dad voice again.

Yeah well, the call is coming from inside the house pal, you think as you roll your eyes.

Without warning, Mike's hand shoots up and places an iron grip on your jaw, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him.

“You really think I'm gonna put up with that kinda crap right now?”

You feel that familiar flutter in your stomach again. You love when he gets so pent up to the point where he can't help but get demanding with you. He's always so tired of Abby not listening to him and he refuses to have you not listen as well.

“I- I’m sorry,” you muttered.

His grip tightens. “I'm sorry, what?”

You hesitate, feeling butterflies in places other than your stomach. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whimper meekly.

“Atta girl.” He smiles sweetly, moving his hand to place it back on your hip. “Shirt off, now.”

You're quick to sit up from your spot in bed and lift your shirt above your head, revealing the absence of a bra. You hear Mike groan slightly as you toss your shirt to the side.

“Good. Stick your tongue out for me, baby. The way I like it, you know,” he commands, a devilish smirk wiped across his face.

You do as he asks with no hesitation, sticking your tongue out and pairing it with your puppy dog eyes. Within a few seconds, a string of saliva is dripping from your tongue and onto your bare chest.

“Fuck- good girl,” he growls before swiftly grabbing your jaw again as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, encapturing you in a sloppy kiss. He loves how messy you're willing to be for him at the drop of a hat.

Your hand reaches over to feel his hard cock under his pants and you hear him whimper into your mouth slightly before pulling away and returning to his demanding demeanor.

“Shit- baby, you know how much I love when you touch my dick, but I'm here to tire you out, okay?”

You smile and nod as he goes to slide your pants, along with your underwear, ever so slowly down your legs. Without any hesitation, he splits your legs open for you and aggressively spits directly onto your already dripping cunt. He wastes no time prying your hole open with two fingers, smearing his spit all over.

“My messy, messy girl. So fucking pretty.” His groans come out so deep and gravely, his eyes blackened with lust.

As he pushes his fingers in and out, he relishes in the squelching sounds you make for him, letting out breathy chuckles and moans at every single sound. Your whines ring in his ears, causing him to be just as blissed out as you are, drunk on you and the way your sloppy pussy clenches around his fingers.

“You wanna cum, huh?” He chuckles as his fingers pick up speed and you nod your head rapidly.

“Yes, yes, Daddy, please!”

“Mm, whiny little pup, go ahead.” He watches your face contort with pleasure as you reach your first orgasm of the night, or so you thought.

Mike pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt as you cum, letting you clench and convulse around nothing while he sucks his fingers clean. He relishes in your cries, loving the look on your desperate little face.

His hands grip your hips tight, holding you against the bed to ground you as you come down from your ruined orgasm. Your breathing slows and he reaches over to grab the glass of water he brought you earlier.

“Here you go, drink up, angel.” He uses one hand to tilt your chin up slightly while he uses the other to pour the water down your throat. He makes you swallow all of it and if you weren’t so fuzzy-headed, you might have been able to guess where this was going.

He sets the empty glass down on the nightstand before standing and stripping himself completely, and he motions for you to come to the edge of the bed.

“Lay down on your back, head hanging off the edge, got it?” he demands and you nod happily. Before you comply, he gives you another sloppy kiss, your tongues mashing together.

Mike’s thick cock hangs above your face as you lay yourself down. You stick your tongue out to lick the precum from his tip, but he stops you, grabbing your throat and putting slight pressure on the sides.

“C’mon, be patient baby.” You whimper and squirm under his grip, your brain empty and filled with only thoughts of his cock inside you. Finally, his grip tightens slightly as he slowly slides his cock past your lips. You can feel your mouth stretch as you adjust to his size. He’s always been average in length, but his thickness is what always ruins you.

“Fffuck- god this tight throat, you’re so good for me, letting me do this to you,” he’s babbling now, going absolutely delirious with the way your mouth feels around his cock, his strong hand clenching around your throat, holding you steady as he fucks it like he would your pussy. “What a good slut, so so pretty, takes this cock so well, god.”

Your hands fly to his hips urging him to go deeper even as you gag on his cock, the tip of your nose making contact with his pelvis. Saliva pools in your mouth and despite his already tight grip on your neck, your throat gets even tighter from the lack of air as you breathe solely through your nose.

“You like when Daddy takes allll his stress out on you? Being Daddy’s little toy? Fuck- I love it.” You make an attempt to respond to him but anything you try to say just comes out muffled. “God, as much as I wanna cum right down your throat, I wanna save it all for that pretty cunt, what do you think, baby?”

He pulls out of your mouth in one swift movement and you gasp and sputter for air. You sit up and face him, salvia all down your chin and mascara running.

He smiles at you adoringly before reaching out to smear your spit all over your face and giving your cheek a nice slap, gentle but firm enough that you felt a slight sting. “What a pretty girl, huh? You ready to take Daddy’s cock?”

“Um, I have to pee first, Daddy,” you mumble, about to head to the bathroom.

“That’s okay, darling, don’t worry about it.” He smirks before climbing on top of you, forcing you down under him. You’re too braindead to understand what he means and a puzzled look comes across your face, but before you can protest, he’s stuffing his cock into your soaking cunt.

“Oh my god, baby, fuck- this pussy feels good,” he groans obscenely.

You put your hands on his chest. “But- Daddy, please, I really gotta go!” you beg.

“Go then,” he huffs. “You’re my messy little baby, aren’t you? W-want you to piss and squirt all over me, mkay?” His voice wavers slightly as he pounds into you, feeling himself get a little lost in how good you feel once again.

You whimper as you nod slightly, the pressure building in your stomach as well as your orgasm. He places a hand on your lower abdomen and presses down, silently encouraging you to let it out. You’re absolutely embarrassed at the thought of pissing all over him, but you know he likes you a sloppy mess for him, and you want nothing more than to give this man what he wants.

You hold it until you physically can’t anymore, your orgasm hitting you as you release all over his cock. The sounds were absolutely obscene, skin sloppily hitting skin, slamming into your cunt as you splash everywhere.

“Holy shit, angel, so fucking wet, god I love it,” he moans. “It’s my turn now, right baby? You want me to piss inside this soaked cunt? God, please.”

You could barely respond with your orgasm still running through you. You attempted to say yes, but you’re not really sure what came out of your mouth, probably just more incoherent moans.

Before you could even process, you could feel the warmth of his piss spreading inside your stomach. You could feel it dripping out of you as he stilled inside you. It felt so good on top of your continuous orgasm and you loved every second of it. You could see the blissed out joy across Mike’s face and you could tell he loved it too.

After a few seconds, he picked up his pace again, to your surprise.

“Daddy, please, I-I can’t ta- no more, please!” you whined, breathlessly. Every single nerve ending of yours was shot, way too overstimulated to continue.

“C’mon, just one more baby, gimme one more, Daddy just need to breed this little cunt and then we can be done okay?” He reassures you as he pounded into you mercilessly.

In almost no time at all, you felt another orgasm build in your gut, and you squirted any fluids you had left onto his stomach.

“Good girl, baby.” He smirks before moving his hands back to your hips to hold you down. “Just need to- fuck, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, gonna put a fucking baby in you, shhhit-” The warmth spread through you again as you feel him pump you full with his cum.

You’re both breathing heavy as his dick twitches inside you, his head hanging over yours and him smiling down at you.

“You did so good, baby.” He slowly pulls out of you and you whine at the empty feeling in your cunt. “Took everything I gave you so well, let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

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