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Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Ex Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: After retiring from being a vigilante in '77 you lost touch with most of your old teammates, until you happen to bump into one of them eight years later, the Comedian.

Word count: 3.9K

Warnings: NSFW - Age gap (reader in their early 30s, eddie mid 60s), period-typical sexism, brief dry humping, vaginal sex, praise, eddie's filthy mouth

A/N: I never write any sort of 'soft' version of the Comedian as it's out of character, but for old Eddie specifically he got a lot more lonely and regretful as he aged, which we saw especially in scenes like his talk with Moloch. So this is some sweet smut with some angst & fluff at the end.

It was pouring with rain, the streets of Manhattan slick and reflecting the light from the street lights that lined the sidewalk, the puddles that occasionally littered the ground rippling with every drop of rain that crashed against its surface. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to warm yourself up, your clothes damp and clinging to your skin besides the leather trenchcoat you'd thrown on in a hurry, and stepped out from the momentary shelter you'd found from the rain in the form of a small ledge overhanging above the entrance to a store. You looked down the busy road hoping to wave down a cab when you caught sight of a man holding an umbrella heading down the sidewalk towards you, not quite registering him at first until you saw the scar extending from his brow to the side of his mouth.

"Eddie?" You called out with uncertainty.

His head lifted, his eyes searching for the source of the sound until he locked eyes with you, picking up the pace in his steps until he reached you.

"Doll?" He responded with a smile, looking you over as though he equally couldn't quite believe it was really you after all this time.

Eddie noticed the way the rain was pouring on your already drenched hair and coat and chuckled, stepping closer to you so that he could hold the umbrella to cover both of your heads.

"God, it has to have been at least-"

"8 years." Eddie interjected when you seemed to be doing the mental math of how long it had been since you last saw him, a melancholy tone to his voice with the way he was able to recall it so perfectly.

You nodded and let out a sigh that turned into a small, misty cloud in the cool air.

"Well, I was just on my way home. You could come back with me and I can get you some coffee, maybe even get you dried up while we wait for the rain to stop?" He suggested, though there was a light in his eyes as he said it like he'd be disappointed if you didn't.

"Sure, I'd love to catch up, and I never say no to coffee." You smiled, to which he held out his arm for you to take and you linked your arm with his.

The walk to Eddie's high-rise apartment building, the Promethea Building according to the signage at the entrance, was short but sweet, and he was leading you through the lobby and into the elevator before you knew it. When you got to the floor of his apartment he stepped out prompting you to follow him, the folded umbrella clutched in his hand dripping and leaving wet splotches on the floor on the way to his door. He retrieved his key from his pocket and unlocked it, pushing it open and allowing you to follow him in as he stepped inside, then closed the door behind you as you quietly observed the inside of his apartment. It was very spacious and probably cost a fortune, but you weren't surprised that Eddie could afford such a thing after doing vigilante work for over 40 years now. Although you couldn't say the same for you and any of the other crime fighters of your generation whose careers were cut so short. You were torn from your train of thought when you felt Eddie reach around from behind you to undo the belt at the waist of your leather coat, his breath fanning against the side of your face as he leaned over your shoulder to be able to see what he was doing, seemingly lingering there a little too long. He slid it down your arms once the material came apart which bunched at your wrists, and you helped him get it off from there.

"Thanks." You muttered as he took your coat and hung it up before he moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"I'm gonna go change." Eddie mumbled as he turned to go down the hall, presumably towards his bedroom.

You took the time alone to begin wandering around the apartment, the view from the large glass wall overlooking the city being the first thing to catch your eye. There was a usual smog covering the dark, cloudy sky, the rain still pouring and spilling over the window whilst the streets below were somewhat busy with the occasional passerby and the many cars on the road. When you turned you were surprised to find a framed photo of you that you'd done for a magazine cover towards the start of your crime-fighting career hung on the wall. It generated just the right amount of publicity to put you on the map for good and got the papers to take an interest in reporting the criminals you'd turn in, not that any of your male counterparts had to do that, they were front page no matter what. The whistle of the kettle got louder and louder whilst you stared at the picture, a small smile on your face as you reminisced. You were part of the second generation of costumed vigilantism after those such as the Comedian and his time, the time when being a masked freak was actually a good thing. That admiration became tarnished when public outrage started to grow towards those sworn to protect them and people took to the streets in the form of riots, but you could hardly dispute the sentiment when there were those such as Eddie at the helm, the poster boy for egotistical displays of power and anarchy. You met Eddie at a meeting to join a new crime-fighting team proposed by Ozymandias, in which he not so gracefully crapped over the idea of the whole thing before taking his leave, leaving the plans that had been drawn up in flames. That should've been the first sign of trouble, but you naively followed him out and did some work as a duo afterwards, sometimes a trio with Nite Owl when he had enough patience to deal with Eddie's antics; you liked to think you balanced the whole thing out to make it tolerable enough for Daniel.

"Ya like starting at yourself, huh?" Eddie commented once the screeching of the kettle simmered down, and you turned to find him pouring the boiling water into two coffee mugs.

"Or you like staring at me." You retorted with raised brows which made him chuckle a little.

"It's a nice picture, you look good." He responded simply as he set the kettle down and picked up a small spoon to stir the coffee.

"About as nice as that hustler magazine on your coffee table, right?" You gestured to it with a tilt of your head and crossed your arms over your chest playfully.

He only let out a small laugh in the form of a snort and searched the pockets of the robe he was now wearing, a lighter and a cigar in his hand once he removed it. He propped the cigar between his lips and brought the lighter to it, igniting the end before flipping it shut and placing it back into his pocket.

"I'm an old man now, sweetheart. I can eyeball as many hustler magazines as I damn well please." He spoke around the cigar, balancing it in his mouth as he did.

Eddie picked up the coffee mugs and started bringing them towards the couch making you round the glass table to settle down on it. He placed the mugs down on the table and closed his fingers around the cigar as he lowered himself down onto the couch, blowing a stream of smoke from his lips as he did. He then reached up to grab the t-shirt he'd slung over his shoulder and held it out for you to take.

"Here, bathroom's down the hall." He muttered.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and removed your soaked sweater, your body already much warmer when you removed it and threw on Eddie's t-shirt. He was twice your size and built like a linebacker meaning it was more of an oversized dress than a top, but you used that to your advantage and removed your now drenched pants too. When you returned he briefly dragged his eyes over your bare legs, whilst you couldn't help but notice the small smiley face pin badge he was still sporting after all these years as you sat back down beside him.

"Still wearing this, huh?" You reached out to run your thumb over the badge clipped to his robe. "Did you give it up?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head, watching as your thumb ran over the badge before looking back into your eyes.

"I registered, I do work for 'em here and there. You?"

You lowered your hand and sighed.

"Not since '77."

In 1977 Congress passed the Keene Act outlawing vigilantism and requiring you to register with the government if you wanted to continue, but you felt as though that regulation came at a price as did many others, so you retired.

"Do you miss it?" Eddie asked as he removed the cigar from his mouth to take a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down again.

You mirrored him and reached to take a sip from your own coffee as you thought about your answer. It was a loaded question, but you ultimately settled for the latter.

"Yeah, I think so. But I'm guessing you don't get to patrol the streets anymore and screw around like we used to." You pointed out, earning a smile from him in response.

"Yeah, not so much of that anymore."

Reflecting on it had a wistful glint fill his eyes for a fleeting moment, but he moved on with the hopes of not getting too wrapped up in the nostalgia of the past.

"So, you married? Kids?" He asked as he blew another cloud of smoke which slowly started to dissipate.

Your brows bounced up and you let out a small laugh of disbelief. That kind of question seemed so out of place directed towards you of all people.

"Married? God no. That was out of the question the moment they clamped down on crime fighting. You think most men are thrilled at the idea of marrying a woman who could toss him over her shoulder like it was nothing?"

"Well, you'd have a hard time doing that to me." Eddie remarked.

"My point exactly." You retorted.

"Touché." He added with a smile.

He pushed the cigar back between his lips and casually rested his large hand just above your knee. His hand felt nice and warm on your cold skin, so you were hardly opposed to the touch.

"You still living at your old place?" Eddie continued, blowing smoke with each word.

"Yeah, never moved. Too many memories." You admitted with a small shrug having always been quite the sentimentalist.

Eddie nodded in understanding and then started to chuckle, shaking his head as your words sparked some long forgone memory in his mind.

"What?" You pried playfully, curious as to what you'd reminded him of.

"Ya remember when Dan got injured? Me and you had to haul his ass back to your apartment since your place was closest, that night was a mess." He recalled with a grin, subconsciously caressing your thigh with his rough, calloused palm as he spoke.

You laughed as it flooded back to you. The three of you had decided to traipse around the city on foot that night rather than taking the Owlship, much to Daniel's dismay. Unsurprisingly, things took a turn when the three of you came face to face with a small horde of rioters. You were able to disband them with minimal civilian harm no thanks to Eddie but not before Daniel got swarmed by a cluster of them, and you had been too busy making sure Eddie wasn't manhandling or brutalising anybody to notice.

"Yeah, I patched him up and then sent you two idiots on your way." You reminisced with an eye roll.

He didn't know it, but you hadn't wanted Eddie to leave that night.

There was some shared laughter and then a comfortable silence once it died down, the two of you just enjoying one another's company until Eddie set his cigar down in the ashtray resting on top of the magazine. He raised his hand to hold one side of your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

"Me and you really did have some fun, didn't we?"

You let a warm smile take over your lips and placed your hand over the back of his.

"We sure did, Eddie."

He was so much closer to you now, and you could've sworn his gaze briefly settled on your lips before looking back into your eyes, and then he leaned forward. Eddie's lips pressed against yours, his hand still caressing the side of your face and using it to deepen the kiss. Then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of cigars and the aroma of him permeating your senses, including any urge to not go against your better judgment. You wasted no time sliding onto his lap, a grunt escaping his lips as you settled down on his groin and let your hands get lost in the thick grey strands at the sides of his hair. He let go of your cheek to stroke his hands over your thighs and beneath the hem of your t-shirt, his rough fingertips brushing over your hips and moving down to cup your ass, the force in his grip earning a low moan from you. Rolling your hips slightly had his fingers dig into your skin, the groan that rumbled from his throat getting lost in the kiss and the friction you were creating only making the bulge forming beneath his robe grow that much harder. Eddie stood from the couch taking you with him, his hands still gripping your ass firmly to support you prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands running through his hair as he makes his way to the bedroom. You unwrap your legs from him when he leans down to set you on the bed, straightening his back to start undoing his robe whilst you sit up to cross your arms and gather the material at the hem of the top he had given you, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor by the bed. When his robe came apart you were quick to lean up on your knees and press your lips against his lower abdomen, peppering kisses all the way from his stomach to his chest. Eddie let out a pleased sound and tangled his fingers in your hair, letting you admire his body some more before taking hold of your chin and tilting you to look up at him.

"I missed you, doll." He rasped, moving his thumb up to sweep over your bottom lip.

You smiled up at him and ran your hand down his chest, enjoying the way the hair on his chest felt beneath your palm.

"I missed you too."

He urged you to lay back down and climbed on top of you, his hands moving down to grasp your thighs and spread them apart, settling into the space he made between your legs and smashing his lips against yours. Lining up with your entrance he pushed himself inside you, the short gasp you let out as you stretched around him muffled against his lips as he gave you a moment to adjust to the feel of him before he started moving. He broke the kiss to bury his head in the crook of your neck and litter kisses there, slightly sucking and teasing the skin between his teeth in a way that was guaranteed to leave you with marks, the thick scruff of the moustache on his upper lip scratching along your neck all the while. Shamelessly you let one of your hands get lost in his hair again, combing your fingers through it and gathering a fistful of it to gently tug once you got to the back, your other hand sliding down his back allowing you to enjoy the way the muscles in his back flexed against your palm. He stopped his affections on your neck to turn his attention to your ear, whispering into it.

"You don't know how long I've wondered what this pussy would feel like." Eddie drawled, emphasising his words with a particularly deep thrust.

For a moment he slowed his movements only to lean back and take hold of your leg, propping it on his broad shoulder before sinking back into you and filling you to the hilt all over again.

"Oh fuck, Eddie." You whined.

He chuckled, eyes half-lidded with lust and turned to place a tender kiss on the side of your knee while his hand grasped the top of your thigh. Then he started moving his hips again, long, excruciatingly hard thrusts that were only heightened by the angle he'd positioned you in. Eddie was taking his time with you. Savouring you and the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut when he hit a particular spot. The rain was still pouring over Eddie's bedroom window, the soft thuds and pitter-patter against the glass the only noise in the room besides your needy cries and the occasional creak of the bed. He planted a few kisses along your neck again, dragging his mouth up and across your jaw until he reached your lips, and then claimed your lips with his.

"Feels so fuckin' good, babydoll." He cooed between kisses, the praise going straight to your cunt.

This was probably the first time in Eddie's whole life that he felt as though he was making love to a woman and not just fucking someone to get himself off. To him, you had never been just a pretty face or a rookie vigilante for him to mess with because he cared about you, and that was saying a lot considering Eddie didn't much care for anything, especially these days. You were the only person who had ever been able to look past his sadistic and amoral front, even when he never gave you a glimpse at the tormented man underneath. There was no doubt that the Comedian was one sick sonofabitch, a cold, heartless bastard as many would say, but he loved you for whatever that was worth.

He started bucking his hips into you rougher, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and the way he was buried so deep inside you making you dig your nails into his skin with the hand you'd placed on his back, the other still in his hair. He groaned against your lips as he felt you claw down his back, the sensation only spurring him on to make his thrusts that much more intense.

"Come for me, hon." Eddie coaxed as he felt you start to squirm beneath him, every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand gathering a fistful of hair at the back of his head as you clung to him, and then it crashed over you. Your breath caught in your throat, your body arching into him as he only continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, and you finally choked out an unbridled sob from your parted lips at the overstimulation. The sound seemed to tip him over the edge too, quickly withdrawing himself from you and removing your leg from his shoulder letting it drop to his hip. He spilt onto your lower abdomen, warm droplets splashing on your skin as guttural groans reverberated through his chest, which rose and fell rapidly with his short, jagged gulps of air. Eddie took a moment to collect himself, the two of you panting as you tried to ride out your highs.

Eventually, he leaned down to place a sloppy kiss between your breasts and then got up in search of something, returning with a small towel when he was back in your field of view. Eddie never usually cared about this sort of thing, but he thought you'd appreciate the gesture. He climbed back onto the bed and started wiping you down, then tossed the towel aside when he was done cleaning you up and laid down beside you. You immediately draped your arm across him, your leg moving over him as you rested your head against his chest and sighed softly when he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head, pulling you flush against his chest.

"We should've done this years ago." You remarked, drawing a conceited chuckle from Eddie in response.

Things got quiet when his laughter tapered off, and then his voice pierced the silence.

"I shoulda married you."

You didn't quite believe what you had heard at first and didn't even glance at him to make sure that you had heard him correctly.

"What?"

"Don't make me say it again." He warned, knowing that you had most likely heard him the first time.

You lifted your head from his chest to look at him and were totally staggered by what you found. His eyes were glassy and full of regret, and it was clear that he was trying to keep it together so that he didn't have to be vulnerable with you. But laying here with you and feeling you wrapped up in his arms, even the sound of your slow, steady breaths drove him to a conclusion he'd been avoiding for years. He was lonely. He refused to ever come to terms with it because he'd never needed anybody, but that attitude hadn't survived the test of time. Eddie didn't have anybody to come home to after spending months away on some classified overseas bullshit, he didn't have anyone to call his own, it was just him. You sat up and cupped one side of his face, his eyes boring into yours.

"Does it help if I say I would've said yes?" You added truthfully, though it was disguised as a way of cheering him up.

He snorted his laughter and grinned, placing his much larger hand over the back of yours.

"Of course you would've, you've always been sweet on me doll." He taunted in response, which made you playfully scoff.

You leaned in and pressed a deliberately long kiss on his cheek directly over where his scar is, and then gave his lips a quick peck too.

"Well, why don't we make up for lost time, hm? We can grab dinner next week."

Then there was that sadness filling his eyes again, though you weren't sure it had ever truly left.

"I can't. I'm being shipped off to god knows where on another mission again. I don't know when I'll be back, I'm hardly ever here." Eddie sighed frustratedly.

You nodded in understanding, your thumb idly stroking his cheek.

"Okay, well when you're back just give me a call. We'll figure something out." You suggested with a small smile.

You settled back down onto his chest, his fingers combing through your strands as he started to stroke your hair, the touch making your eyelids feel heavier until eventually, you succumbed to sleep.

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Caught In The Act

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Characters: Max x F!Reader

Summary: When your landlord Max offers to do you a favour you come home to a pleasant surprise when you get off work early

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: NSFW - Voyeurism, brief handjob, oral (m recieving), vaginal sex, creampie, riding, praise, dirty talk, soft dom/switch max bc he's a cutie

A/N: This is just what we all wanted to do during the bathtub scene. Enjoy :)

The alarm on your bedside table blared restlessly as you attempted to pry your eyes open, rolling over to stretch your arm and aimlessly fumble for it until you felt it beneath your palm and slammed your hand down on top, silencing it. With a huff you managed to haul yourself out of bed to get ready for work, making sure you had everything you needed in your bag and slipping your shoes on when you heard a knock at the door, which you hurried to open when you got your other shoe on. It was your landlord and next-door neighbour Max whom you'd grown rather close with over the past few months of living in the building. He'd been a good friend to you when you needed him most and you'd spent plenty of nights since you moved in getting takeout and watching movies together or even him cooking for you, which he often insisted on doing when you'd had a particularly stressful work week. His eyes lit up a little when the door opened to reveal you, a small smile on his lips before he started to speak.

"Hey, I know it's early but I was thinking about that leak in the kitchen you told me about and was wondering if I can take a look at it for you, and fix it up if I can?"

Max was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with some slightly baggy charcoal grey work jeans, which you could tell from the way they were splattered with various shades of paint. He'd been wearing them when you first came to view the apartment, the moment when the man practically changed your life by offering you the place.

"Sure, but I've gotta go to work. Last minute shift change." You sighed as you stepped away from the door to grab your bag from the small glass table in your hallway, which prompted Max to enter the apartment.

"Well I can fix it up while you're at work and lock up when I'm done, I've got a key." He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched you make a last minute check of the items in your bag.

"Really? That would be great, thank you."

As you made way for the door you stopped to lean in and plant a quick peck on Max's cheek, the stubble of his salt and pepper beard slightly scratching against your lips when you did. His eyes were closed when you pulled back until they fluttered open to look back into yours, a smile creeping onto his lips again as you continued towards the door.

"I'll see you later, Max." You said as you grasped the door handle.

"Have a good day at work." He simply replied with a polite nod of his head, watching as you closed the door and listening to your footsteps get further and further down the hall.

He was just thankful that the way his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans concealed the way they started to shake when he felt your lips against his skin.

Since you came in last minute on what was technically supposed to be your day off you managed to convince your boss to let you leave early when things got quiet, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you rode the elevator up to the floor of your apartment and headed down the hall once the doors opened. You tested the handle of your door to see whether it was locked only to find that it wasn't, the door swaying open meaning Max must have not locked up since he hadn't finished up in the kitchen yet, not that it bothered you that he was still inside. You stepped in and quietly closed the door, kicking your shoes off and starting to make your way to the kitchen when you heard it, stopping in your tracks the moment the sound reached your ears. Groaning. You followed the sound down the hall and into your bedroom, but when you peered into your bedroom there was nothing there until you turned and stole a glance through the doorway of your en suite bathroom and finally identified the source of the sound. Max was lying down in the bathtub, his head resting back on the porcelain rim and his hand buried beneath his jeans. Low, raspy groans fell from his throat whilst his hips bucked up slightly with every stroke of his hand, his chest rising and falling as his breaths started to get heavier and faster. It was hard to believe what you were seeing, but you couldn't possibly bring yourself to look away. The way his eyes were screwed shut and a stray strand of hair curled against his forehead, the way his lips parted to let out the soft grunts that were progressively turning into more desperate, drawn-out pleas, the way the veins decorating his hands bulged as he shamelessly tried to bring himself to his release in your bathtub. You couldn't get enough of it. Sure you had treated one another as friends these past few months, but you could never shake the suspicion that Max harboured feelings towards you that made him wish you were a little more than just friends. You'd held off on the idea of developing feelings for him in the worry that if things didn't work out between you two you'd be stuck living in the same building and having an ex as your landlord. It wasn't practical, but with the way the man was touching himself before your very eyes you weren't sure you could keep up with doing the right thing, the smart thing.

"Max?"

Your voice made his eyes shoot open before he sat up, cursing under his breath and awkwardly trying to tuck himself back into his pants, his eyes darting between you and his hands fumbling with the open fly of his jeans.

"Hey you're, you're back earlier than I thought you'd be." He stated breathlessly with a nervous smile, but there was no way for him to cover up what he was doing.

"Clearly." You teased as you started towards the tub causing him to glance up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and surprise.

Wordlessly you leaned down and started to palm the clothed bulge straining against his jeans, his hips jolting up at the contact and his hand gently closing around the wrist of the hand you were using to touch him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, seemingly more taken aback by how forward you were being rather than opposed to the idea.

You only hushed him and slid your hand over his groin until you reached the fly of his jeans, carefully undoing the sloppily half-up zipper and delving your fingers beneath the denim and the waistband of his boxers until you felt your fingertips graze over his shaft. His skin was hot to the touch and he hissed through his teeth as you gave it a small squeeze, the reaction making you bite your lip at how sensitive he seemed to be. Wanting more of him you started to tug down his jeans and boxers prompting Max to lift his hips to help you slide it down easier, his cock springing free once he did, and what a treat that was. Max was big with just the right amount of thickness, his tip swollen and glistening with pre-cum practically aching to be touched aside from his already desperate, strained anticipatory breaths. You lightly ran your thumb over the tip to gather the stickiness, a contented moan escaping his lips as you circled it before lifting your thumb to your mouth and sucking it clean with a pleased hum. Then you leaned back over the tub once again, bracing your hand on the edge of the bath whilst you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke, his mouth falling open at the sensation as a bunch of throaty moans followed. Still working him with your hand you turned your head to the side to press your lips against his, his lips moving back against yours instantly and his tongue lightly sweeping over yours. After a moment you broke the fervent kiss, parting your lips just enough that they were still barely grazing against his.

"You're so noisy." You playfully remarked with a small giggle, your comment making his brows bounce up.

"Do you want me to be quieter? I can be quieter." He pleaded against your lips clearly flustered, which only made you shake your head and smile.

"I never said it was a bad thing. Besides, what's the worst that could happen, someone puts in a noise complaint?" You whispered against his lips, brushing your lips over his teasingly.

You brought your mouth against his again, his hand reaching up to comb his fingers through your hair and deepen the kiss. You continued to enjoy his mouth some more, even pulling back slightly to lightly nip at his bottom lip before kissing over it and then leaning back up again, unwrapping your hand from his shaft.

"Sit up." You ordered, to which he complied and leaned up until he was sitting in the bath.

You swung your leg over and climbed in, lowering down into the space at the bottom of the tub and laying down on your stomach, your head hovering over his lap.

"I wanna taste you."

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and swept your tongue over his swollen tip, the warm wetness of your tongue making his hips bounce up at the feeling and a grunt rumble from his throat. Then you licked a stripe from the base to the tip, your tongue running over the vein bulging in his shaft and swirling over the head once you reached it again, the salty taste of pre cum coating your tongue.

"Please." Max begged as you ran your tongue over him, his hands trembling at his sides as it took everything in him not to coax it past your lips, and he practically looked like he was about to explode any minute.

Removing your hand you kept your eyes on his, slowly sliding him past your lips and into your mouth, taking his cock as far down as your throat would allow.

"Shit. Oh, baby." He moaned out, slipping his fingers into your hair and caressing the strands as you bobbed your head.

You loved how vocal he was, the way he threw his head back when you enthusiastically moaned around him, and how responsive he was from even the smallest of touches.

"Your throat feels even better than I imagined." He rasped, the flattery making you drag your lips up his cock sucking a bit harder as you did, before sliding your mouth all the way back down on him.

You didn't mind that Max had imagined this before. Truthfully, you'd indulged in a fantasy or two involving him once or twice when you first moved in, you'd just never entertained the idea of it after that. Oh, how wrong you were. He started to grow restless, the hand stroking your hair stopping to gather some in his hand as he started lifting his hips in time with your mouth, chasing his release with his heavy lidded chocolate brown eyes fixed on yours.

"Sweetheart, I-I'm gonna-" He drawled, cut off by the way his orgasm seemed to hit him and his cock twitched in your mouth, his hips stuttering as his whole body shuddered.

You moved your mouth off of him just enough to be able to swallow, warm ropes of his release filling your mouth and coating your tongue, lightly sucking him through it and milking his cock until he seemed to be empty and softened a bit in your mouth. Carefully you slipped him from your mouth and swallowed it down, some beads of cum still having escaped from your lips trailing down his cock which you leaned down to lick off.

"You are perfect." Max added breathlessly while reaching out to caress the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek.

You leaned into the touch with a smile, his hand still on your face as you crawled over him until you were hovering over his lap and then sat down, his semi-hard erection resting against your clothed crotch. His free hand reached up to start stroking over your thigh, caressing it as he went and then moving to take hold of your hip. He used the hold on your face to crash his lips against yours, the grip he had on your hip growing firmer as you moved your lips against his, and his hips subconsciously rocked beneath you in search of friction.

"You wanna fuck me?" You whispered in between kisses, to which he pulled back just enough to breathe his sentiment into your mouth.

"More than anything." Max murmured eagerly, and you smiled against his lips before leaning back to take hold of the hem of your top, crossing your arms and lifting it over your head.

He did the same, throwing his navy blue tee over his head and tossing it onto the floor beside your tub, a pile of clothes starting to form as you reached down to get your pants off, sitting up enough that you could push them past your thighs and roll them down to your ankles. You kicked them off once you got them down your legs then turned and reached behind you to help Max get his boxers and pants off from where they had gathered at his calves, throwing them to join the heap of clothes now on the floor. He took hold of your hips again, and you hovered over him just enough to feel the way he was hard and ready against your inner thigh. You reached down to guide him to your entrance and then began slowly lowering yourself down onto him, the stretch around him making a pained moan fall from your mouth.

"Mm, Max." His name rolled off your tongue so wantonly, every inch of him gradually filling you.

He pressed his lips against yours to muffle your cries, one of his hands coming up to cup one side of your face again, his other still resting over your hip.

"It's okay, it's okay." He cooed between kisses as you tried to adjust to the feel of him, and soon your ass was pressed against his thighs as you took him to the hilt.

Letting go of your face he took hold of your other hip and moved slightly, the first lift of his hips enough to make his mouth fall open and a husky groan follow suit, mirroring him as a needy whine spills from yours. Bracing your hands on his shoulders you started to roll your hips, creating a slow, rhythmic bounce that Max aided with his grip on you. You moved your hand to his chest, caressing your way up to his shoulders and then to the nape of his neck, slipping your fingers into his thick brown locks as you leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his neck, languidly working your way down to his collarbone and the generous curls of hair sparsely adorning his chest. Your other hand smoothed over the top of his arm, running your fingers over one of the many tattoos his body was littered with and lightly squeezing his bicep which made him hum appreciatively. With time you began picking up the pace, sliding all the way up and then coming down on him hard, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the bathroom as your ass smacked against his thighs. His hands moved to your ass cupping it firmly as you bounced on him, caressing it as he rocked his hips in time with your movements.

"Good girl, god you're so tight." He praised, moaning out as your walls massaged his cock.

Your knees started to ache, feeling bruised from the way you'd been kneeling on the small space of porcelain on either side of him. You slowed your movements to mumble through your strained breaths.

"My legs are gonna give out." You whispered with a giggle.

Max seemed to get the idea, repeatedly pressing his lips against yours as he gripped your thighs and leaned forward, gently laying you down on your back and hovering over you, your legs draped over his hips. He didn't waste any time in moving again, thrusting his hips as he fucked into you deeply and his mouth found its way to your jaw, kissing along it and allowing his beard scruff to scratch against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with the curls of hair above it. His lips trailed kisses along the side of your neck, then over your throat and down to your collarbone, affectionately marking you in whatever way he could. Eventually, the pressure in your abdomen started to build and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your legs at all the right times to try and spur him to go deeper. He listened to your wordless request, burying his cock into you and pumping into you with hard, bottomless thrusts.

"Max, Max I-" His name tumbles from your mouth in the form of a plea, repeating his name over and over again amidst a string of curses.

"I've got you, it's okay baby." He hushes you, coaxing you to your orgasm with soft reassurances and it's more than enough to tip you over the edge.

You cling to him as you let out an unrestrained, sweet cry, your whole body trembling beneath him as he holds you and fucks you through it. With his eyes fixed on you and wholly focused on your expression he succumbs to his release too, his hips stuttering and guttural groans spewing from his throat. He spills into you, filling you with his warm release and then lightly collapsing on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you. He collects himself for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right? I wasn't too rough?"

Before the endless list of paranoid possibilities he was babbling continued you silenced him with your lips, pressing them against his and kissing him softly. After a moment of just basking in the feel of him you broke the kiss, cupping his face and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you, Max. I should've said this sooner, but I love you."

His eyes widened a little, a smile of genuine, unbridled happiness playing on his lips. He couldn't believe you had finally said those three little words that he'd only ever dreamed about hearing.

"I love you too, so much."

Your lips met again, your arms wrapping around his waist as you embraced him. You stayed like that for a little while, the once cold porcelain beneath your back now warm from your skin, and Max's hands were all over you like he wasn't sure he'd ever let you go. Eventually, he broke the kiss, his nose still brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Why don't I draw you a bath, make us some dinner and then we can watch a movie, hm?"

He suggested, nuzzling his nose against yours and making you laugh.

"Okay okay, but only if you'll get in the bath with me, and one with actual water this time."

Max snorted his laughter and swept a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Deal."

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jeffrey dean morgan x you #max the resident #the resident #max the resident smut

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Randomly seeing this as I was scrolling was a whole murder attempt. 😭 THIS IS SO SLUTTY OF HIM!

HELP— I JUST FOUND THIS ON HIS TWT 💀

It’s the hairy nipple for me 😮‍💨

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I can't help it, Negan oneshots like these are a real guilty pleasure of mine. 🙈 Amazing as always.

Cherry 🍒

S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader

Summary: You sneak into Negan’s bed in the middle of the night and seduce him into ‘popping your cherry.’

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is mid 40's), unprotected sex, Negan taking your virginity & being sweet with you, mentions of family death, bleeding during sex, oral (both receiving), sitting on Negan’s face, breeding

Note: this is pure filth. If you’re uncomfortable with extreme age-gaps, please don’t read.

You shivered as your bare feet quietly shuffled down the cold hallway, stopping right outside the leader's bedroom door. The sounds of Negan's light snoring filtered through the cracks as you softly pushed the door open, pleased to find it unlocked. You tiptoed your way over to the empty side of his bed before sliding underneath his soft white sheets and inhaling the unique scent of him - leather and fresh linen.

You've always felt comfortable with him. Negan welcomed you to the sanctuary with open arms about a year ago when you were seventeen, after your father passed away. His men found you walking along the road one day and brought you back to Negan, who immediately took you under his wing and made you feel safe for the first time since your father died.

You're not like his wives. More like the daughter he never had and he's made that boundary crystal clear on more than one occasion. You've made several subtle advances towards Negan in the past.. All of which he has politely rejected by changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you.

Still, this doesn't stop you from quietly moaning his name when you touch yourself at night.

"Negan.." You whispered cautiously as you snuggled into the sheets. This wasn't the first time you crawled into his bed at night, feeding him lies about nightmares you never even had. However, this time.. you were determined to get what you wanted.

During your recent previous attempts, you'd remain on your side of the bed and Negan wouldn't even know you were there usually until the next morning - lecturing you when you woke up about how sneaking into his bed is inappropriate. You hated when he used that word. Like a strict school teacher.

A few moments of silence passed until you boldly shuffled closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm and snuggling your face into his bicep. You breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his soft skin as your legs delicately pressed into his underneath the blanket.

"The hell are you doin' y/n?" He asked, his sleepy voice deeper and raspier than usual and it made your heart flutter.

"Can't sleep."

"I think we both know you're lyin', doll. You know you can't stay in here. We've had this discussion. It's ina-"

"Yeah yeah I know. Inappropriate, geez." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes in the dark.

"Exactly, so why are you in my bed?"

"My.. dreams. They keep waking me up."

"Nightmares again?" He asked, using a softer tone this time.

"No.. no nightmares this time. Just.. dreams."

Negan shifted uncomfortably next to you, scooting up a little in the bed and wrapping his arm around you in the process. "What kinda dreams, doll?"

You snuggled into the nook of his armpit, getting practically drunk off his manly smell as your hand carelessly glided over his shirtless, hairy torso until settling on his lower abdomen.

Without missing a beat, Negan placed his hand over yours, moving it higher on his torso. "Y/n.." He said like a warning, sternness dripping from his tone.

You ignored him, refocusing your attention back to his previous question. "I dunno.. they're just.. like.. sexual dreams, and then I wake up and I'm all frustrated because I don't know what I'm doing-"

"Stop." He sighed with frustration, running a hand down his face. "Fucking christ, y/n. You cannot say shit like that in front of me."

"Why not? It's not like you're my daddy or anything." You teased him, sliding your hand to his lower stomach once again. You almost whimpered when your fingertips brushed over the soft curls peaking out of the waistband of his boxers and your stomach fluttered when he didn't stop you this time.

He let out a long sigh, glancing down to your hand that teased the sensitive skin under his waistband. "Baby...fuck. We can't." He said almost painfully.

"Okay.. I get it." You said defeatedly, removing your hand and shifting to turn over before he stopped you, pulling you back in.

He sighed, like he was about to regret asking you this. "What happens.. in your dreams?"

With the moonlight beaming through the window, you managed to catch a glimpse of the lust that flickered in his gaze before his hazel eyes dropped to your lips.

"You treat me different.. like.. one of your wives."

"Yeah? And how's that, baby?" He asked curiously as his lips hovered next to yours.

"You.. kiss them." You stated hesitantly, hoping it was dark enough in the room that he couldn't see your cheeks burning red.

"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"

"...a little." You admitted, making him chuckle.

He tilted your chin up, lightly gripping your jawline as his eyes dropped to your lips. He stared at them as if he was contemplating if he should give you what you want.

"One kiss, y/n." He said, closing the gap between you and pressing his soft lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, earning a slight smirk from him as he pushed his talented tongue past your lips. You couldn't believe you were finally tasting him and you savored every second of it.

He kissed you until your lips were sore, tangling his fingers through your hair and groaning every now and then, making your panties soaked.

You slid your leg over his until his muscular thigh was pressed right up against your aching center and you couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for some friction.

"Y/n." He warned, knowing what you were doing beneath the covers.

"Please, Negan."

His solid erection pressed into your stomach each time you moved your body against his and you imagined the way it would feel inside of you.

“Please what?” He said in between kisses, allowing you to use his thigh to get yourself off.

“Please let me come."

"I'm not touching you, y/n. But I can't stop you from coming."

And that was all the permission you needed to grind against him harder and bring yourself to an orgasm just from humping his thigh.

You buried your face against his neck and rode out your high, whining and whimpering as you soaked through your panties. "Oh my god, oh my god, Negannnn."

"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.

"No.. I need this." You said, pressing your palm against the hard bulge in his boxers. "Please."

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart."

"I do, Negan. I know exactly what I want.. And I've wanted you for so long." You kissed his neck as you rubbed his cock through the material. "I see the way you look at me. I know you want me too."

He sighed, accepting that you were right. "Maybe. But we can't always get what we want, doll."

You grinned, taking that as a challenge as you slid lower beneath the blanket, kissing his chest. "Why not?"

"Baby.."

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." You said, wanting to earn his consent before climbing over his legs and settling in between them. He sighed again, turning all the way over on his back to allow you better access.

You licked a line from the bottom of the trail of hair that led up to his belly button, earning a moan from him as he slightly lifted his hips in response. "Baby, you don't have to-"

"You said you wouldn't touch me, but you didn't say I couldn't touch you." You explained, pulling his boxers down slowly. You watched closely as his cock sprung free, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. You wondered how you'd fit it in your mouth, much less your pussy.

"It's so.. big.." You said, wrapping your hand around it. Your mouth fell slightly open at the velvety feeling of it as you stroked it up and down in your palm.

Negan was propped up on his elbows as he watched you through heavy, lust-filled eyelids. For once, he was speechless, waiting for your next move.

You lowered your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around it softly. You sucked on just the tip as you looked up at him through your brows and watched his head fall back while the prominent vein in his neck bulged against his skin. Lowering yourself deeper, he let out a long groan when he felt himself in the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck, baby. Feels so fuckin' good."

You bobbed your head up and down on him until your jaw ached, wanting to make him proud. Finally, he pulled your head off of his length, and you watched as the precum leaked from his red, swollen tip. His breaths were heavy as he looked down at you. "Fuck, that's enough. You're gonna make me come, sweetheart.

"I want to taste you, Negan.. please?" You begged, looking up at him innocently.

"Yeah? You want me to come in your mouth?"

You nodded as wrapped your lips around his thick length again, tasting the bead of salty precum. You moaned at the new taste, sucking firmly over and over until you felt more of his warm liquid spurt out, coating the back of your throat. You moaned around him again, not taking your mouth off of his cock until you swallowed every drop.

Sweat ran down the side of his face and his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched you. "Goddamn. What happened to my sweet, innocent girl, huh? When did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Just now. That was my first time." You shrugged, shuffling up his body until your legs straddled his waist and you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor and exposing your perky, bare breasts to him.

You pinched your own nipples teasingly as you bit you lip and stared down at him.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said, watching you play with your nipples.

"You don't wanna touch?" You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

"Of course I wanna fuckin' touch you, y/n. You have no idea. I wanna touch every inch of you." He sighed, leaning up on his elbows again until his face was inches away from your chest. "But, I can't."

"Then don't use your hands.. lick me instead." You insisted.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to your breasts. You leaned forward, brushing your nipple against his beard until it hardened even more. When it brushed his lips, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back while your fingers intertwined in his slick, black hair.

"Negannn." You breathed out, and he finally pulled away.

"Take those panties off and sit on my fucking face. Now." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

You eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing your panties and climbing over his face before lowering yourself down slowly. You hovered over him lightly, not wanting to press all the way down until his hands roughly pulled you closer.

"I said, sit." He said before burying his face in your cunt. The tip of his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue devoured your dripping hole and he moaned with approval.

You lifted slightly, being too sensitive too his touch, but he leaned forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You cried out as your orgasm instantly rushed through you and you soaked his face. You came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices. You tried to climb off of him, but he held you in place, still licking you like his life depended on it.

"Negan.." You blushed.

"Hm?"

"That's enough." You giggled.

"I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy, doll. You wanted me, now you've fuckin' got me."

His words made the butterflies somersault in your chest. You hoped he meant it. You hoped he loved you the way you loved him.

"Lay down for me." He said, finally letting you climb off of him.

You did as he said, getting comfortable on your back as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. Looking down, you noticed he was rock hard again and he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly in between your wet folds.

"Negan.. I need to tell you something."

"Hm? What is it, doll?" He asked, leaning over you and holding himself up with his palms on either side of your head on the mattress.

"I-I've never done this before."

He smirked, looking into your eyes. "I know."

"What do you mean you know?"

"I hear everything in this place, y/n. I've heard you talking about me to your friends." He pressed his lips to yours before looking at you again. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your bed while you touch that pretty pussy. I know everything about you, doll. I pay attention, even when you think I'm not."

You blushed at his words as you stared up at him speechless, making his smile widen. "So adorable when you're embarrassed."

He kissed you again, so hard that it took your breath away and in that moment, you knew you were head over heels in love with this man. You just wondered if he felt the same.

“What else happens in your dreams, baby? Do you let me fuck this little pussy?” He whispered in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.

“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out, making him chuckle.

He leaned back up, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as the other fell open for him.

“You ready for me to break you in, sweetheart? Pop that sweet little cherry?”

"Fuck, yes. Please." You whined, scooting closer to him until the tip of his cock brushed against your sex.

Negan chuckled lowly, pressing the head of his cock right against your hole. He watched you intensely as he pushed just the tip in, stopping before he went any further.

“You good, baby?” He asked, making sure you were good to continue. Once you nodded, he slid slightly deeper, feeling resistance before pushing through with a force.

You cried out at the sudden ripping sensation, making him stop again.

“No.. keep going.” You urged him, already aching from how he was stretching you, but you needed him to fill you completely. So he did, pushing himself all the way in with one swift thrust.

Your mouth fell open silently as he pressed against your cervix and let out a growl.

He fell over you again, kissing your lips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. “You did it, baby.” He praised you softly. “I am so fuckin proud of you.”

He moved slowly, making you deliberately feel every inch of him. He repeated this motion until your face was on fire and your lower abdomen tingled.

"Fuck, y/n. You are so fucking tight." He said through gritted teeth, looking down between the two of you as he leaned back up on his knees.

"Oh fuuck, look. at. that, doll."

You leaned up on your elbows, looking down and widening your eyes when Negan pulled out of you, revealing his blood covered cock.

His thumb reached down to swipe a trail of your blood off his dick before bringing it to this mouth. You watched him enamored as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of you and he moaned with satisfaction. You blushed hard at the sight of Negan tasting your blood.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Negan.” You answered without question, following it with a moan as he pushed back into you without warning.

“That’s right, doll. This pussy? Is mine now. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” You cried, as he pumped into you faster.

"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."

“I know baby. I know. You want me to stop?”

“No.” You said quickly. “Please don’t stop. I want it harder.”

He smiled down at you proudly as his hips bucked into you harder and your eyes clenched shut as your fingers gripped the sheets.

Looking down between the two of you again, he groaned at the sight of your blood completely coating his cock and leaking out of you with each thrust.

You whined and whimpered, desperately wanting to come again. He grinned knowingly, pressing his thumb to your clit and making your body shutter. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"

You nodded as tears flooded your eyes and his finger started working over your clit more intensely.

"Yes, yes. Please make me come."

He fucked you fast and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, watching you come undone around him. Once your walls were done convulsing around him, he fell over you again, kissing your neck and groaning in your ear. "That's it. That's my good girl."

Wet noises filled the air as he fucked you unforgivably hard. "You gonna let me cum in this pussy, baby?" He asked, biting your earlobe.

You couldn't speak, so you nodded as your vision went cloudy and his thrusts became more erratic until he stopped suddenly, pushing himself balls deep inside of you as his dick pumped you full of cum and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby." His thrusts started again, soft and light this time as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you. He kissed your jawline, then your lips, before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"Y/n... I love you. I love you you so much, sweetheart. And goddamn I love this pussy."

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This is so good I'm SCREAMING

A Bargain

Summary: You're called to watch over John Winchester when Dean and Sam need to run to get supplies. A simple task turns into an erotic one when you realize that John is possessed by Azazel and he's willing to give you with John what you always wanted.

Characters: John Winchester, Azazel & the reader (OC, second person).

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50846386

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, a moment of potential non-con, some dubious consent, blood play, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is pretty much pure smut. I wanted to do something Halloween related and I was inspired by @jdmorganz gif-set that was made of John Winchester as yellow eyes, so I ran with it. I hope you like it!

Lightening flashed from the night sky flooding the area around you. A big boom of thunder followed while you sat in your truck waiting outside the small cabin that Dean and Sam had brought John to after they had found him. It was pouring outside and you wondered if you were going to make your move. It had been a long time since you had seen John. It was after a job went wrong and John let you know how disappointed he was in you. He didn’t hold back and it had separated the two of you. As a hunter yourself, you had worked with Dean and John on countless occasions. You were closer to Dean’s age, but you had always found yourself attracted to John. Call it a crush, call it whatever you want, but that’s what made it hurt so much more when he laid into you for a simple mistake.

Tapping your fingers against the steering wheel, you knew that Dean had called you to specifically ask you for this favor so they could gather some things for their plans tonight. Dean stressed you were one of the only people that he could trust. And after some begging you agreed to it, but you just hadn’t made it there yet. Hell, you wished you hadn’t agreed to all of this.

Another flash of lightening filled the sky causing you to huff. It was now or never. Getting out of the truck, you weren’t quick to get to the small, broken-down cabin. It looked like something that should have been condemned. You understood why they were staying there, but you really contemplated on the walk up if you wanted to be there to begin with. By the time you knocked on the door and Dean opened the door, you knew there was no way out of this at this point.

Just watch John.

That was the only request. Keep him safe. And then Dean and Sam were gone leaving you alone in the cabin. Apparently, John was in the back bedroom sleeping. He had been found tortured and tied up is what they told you. You really should have just stayed in the front part of the cabin, but curiosity got the best of you.

Stepping in front of the door that was partially opened, you looked inside to see that John was laid out across the center of the bed on his back. Carefully pulling open the door, you stepped into the room and moved in beside the bed to stare down at him. Cussing out, one step caused the floorboards to squeak. It worried you that it would wake John, but it didn’t. You were thankful for that.

There was a chair at the side of the bed where you imagined one of the boys was sitting beside John to watch over him earlier. Lowering down into the chair, you watched the rhythmic motion of John’s chest rising and falling while he slept. Gazing over him made your chest hurt. Seeing John hurt always bothered you. You hated to see him get this way. It was part of what made working with him so hard for you. John didn’t care about what he did to himself, but you did. You never wanted John to die because you were selfish and cared about him so much. His death missions all in the name of Mary always broke you.

Extending your hand out, you brushed your fingers in over his bruised knuckles finding yourself caught up in the emotions that you had for John in the past. At first your touch was faint, but soon you palmed your hand in over the top of his.

“Trouble,” John’s raspy voice whispered causing you to jump when he spoke the name that he called you when you worked together in the past. His fingers linked with yours and you felt your heartbeat skipping in your chest. Licking his lips, John’s eyebrows furrowed and he sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Doing a favor for Dean. He wanted me to watch you while him and Sam gathered some supplies,” you answered, going to pull your hand away, but John’s fingers linked tighter with yours keeping you where you were. John’s long eyelashes fluttered and he grimaced when he pulled himself up into a seated position with his back pressed up against the headboard.

“Come here,” John urged you patting the side of the bed and you tipped your head to the side. Getting up from the chair, you did as he asked and lowered down to sit on the bed with him. Your lips parted when his rough fingertips caressed in over the side of your face. A gentle tender touch from John? That wasn’t normal. “Where have you been?”

“Off the grid,” you answered not wanting to show too much of a physical response to having him touch you like that. “I took some time to myself after our last job together.”

“Oh,” his lips parted, his eyebrow arching before nodding his head. “I guess that explains a lot.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, but it was followed by his eyebrows bouncing up and he shook his head.

“Nothing,” he used his free hand to reach up to brush his thick hair back. “You’ve just been hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you breathed out, lowering your head away from him hearing his breathing change. “You made it pretty clear how you felt about me the last time we saw each other.”

“I may have overdone it,” John uttered, his body sliding forward on the bed toward yours. His index finger curled underneath your chin to get you to look up at him. With his hazel eyes locked on yours, you felt a breath catching in your throat. John had never looked at you like that before. “I made a mistake. The last thing I wanted was you running away.”

“Stop,” you lifted your hand to place it over his trying to urge it away from your face. “Don’t do that. I told you how I felt that night and you blew me off. You don’t care where I’ve been. Just go back to bed. I’ll watch over you until Sam and Dean get back. Then we can go back to pretending to not know one another.”

Gasping out, you felt John’s fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you to him. Forcefully his lips captured yours. A surprised whimper escaped your lips when he kissed you over and over again. At first you were tense against the caress, but with ease fell into the kiss. Your eyes came to a close as you kissed him back. After years of having feelings for John, this was something you always wanted, but he never gave in. No matter how many hints you gave to him or even after you told him how you felt.

“What are you doing?” you breathed against his lips when you managed to have the strength of pull back just enough. John’s grasp was still strong on the back of your neck, keeping you close enough to have the warmth of his breath over yours.

“What I should have done then,” he nibbled at your bottom lip, giving it a small tug with his teeth. His tongue swept over the inside of your bottom lip drawing you to cry out into his mouth. Meeting him this time in another kiss, you cherished the warmth of his lips over yours. Each kiss had you surrendering more to him, leaning in closer to him while his rough fingertips traced down over your arm. Chills flooded down your spine with his fingers sinking into your hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

“John,” you purred out his name feeling him crawling in over you, urging you back against the bed when he made his way over you. Bracing his weight, John lowered down, his tongue brushing between your lips. Returning the gesture, your hips arched up toward him when he settled himself between your thighs.

“I love you,” he breathed out against your lips, his mouth tampering off over your jawline and over the side of your neck. Palming up and over John’s back toward his neck helped pull you back and away from him. Your eyes locked on his seeing that his pupils were dilated and his lips parted while he breathed heavily. “What?”

“Who are you?” you tried pulling yourself out from beneath John feeling the weight of him getting heavier over you when he attempted to keep you there. “You’re not him.”

“I don’t understand,” he looked frustrated with you when you managed to muster up the strength to push him from over you onto his back. “I’m just telling you what you want to hear. Aren’t I?”

“John would never say that. He’s only loved one woman in his life. He stressed that to me the last time he talked to me,” you reminded him and it made John roll his eyes. Standing up from the bed, you stared down at John and saw his hazel eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “There is no chance that he would even say that to appease me.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” John mumbled, his fingers outstretching, his dimples sinking in when he appealed to your emotions. “Come on Trouble. I know how you feel about me. And I feel for you too. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Of course this is what I wanted, but you’re not John. He wouldn’t touch me like that. He wouldn’t tell me that he loves me,” you stressed feeling your body trembling wondering who you had just made out with knowing that there was no chance in hell that it was John. “I’m calling the boys.”

“Stop,” he called out as you made your way for the door. Instead of listening, you kept for the door only to watch the door slam shut with a thud on its own. The lights flickered causing goosebumps to press in over your arms and you looked over your shoulder. “I said stop.”

Attempting to run for the door, you felt an invisible force throwing your body against the wall as John stood up from the bed. With a wince, you dropped your head back feeling the pressure over your body growing stronger.

“You don’t want it to be the romantic way, fine. I’ll do it the way that Johnny Boy fancies to do with you,” John’s head was down when he approached you. Slowly, his head raised and you felt the fear flood your veins when the yellow eyes met yours. “Here I am trying to be nice, but no, you want the asshole as he is.”

“It’s you,” you hissed out trying with all your might to get out of the hold that he had on you. “How did you do this?”

“It was easy actually,” the demon controlling John spoke with ease, his words coming out in a slur as he slowly approached you. “But yes. It’s me. The name is Azazel. But right now you can still refer to me as John.”

Once he was before you, his arm lowered down and his palm started to caress up over the inside of your thigh. Hissing out, you tried to pull at your body, but the force he had over you was just too strong. Once his palm centered in over between your thighs, you bit down on your bottom lip and winced, “Stop.”

“Why?” he stepped forward, his yellow eyes glowing amongst the minimal amount of light that was filtering into the room that you were in. The air was cold making the warmth that John’s body had near yours feel all the more welcoming, but you hated it considering this was John’s biggest enemy in control of his body. “John wants this you know. I’m letting that part of him control this. God, you should have felt the excitement fill him when I opened my eyes Trouble.”

“Don’t call me that,” you warned letting out a scoff when his palm slid up over the lengths of your abdomen, under your shirt that you were wearing to cup your breast in John’s large palm.

“We’re sharing this body Trouble. I’m just allowing the darkest parts of John to finally do what he’s wanted since he first saw you. Yeah, maybe I exaggerated on the love part, but he wants to fuck you raw,” he slurred nipping at your jawline and peppering kisses over your flesh. “I can feel it deep within me that he wants you. I can give him the strength to finally allow him to give into temptation. Even touching you like this has his cock hard.”

“You’re not him,” you turned your head away when he went to kiss you and Azazel smiled. The way he was talking was nothing like John would. His voice was deeper, almost wicked and his expression more amused.

“I am. He’s in here with me and he’s wanted this for so fucking long. To have those pretty little lips of yours wrapped around his cock. Having those innocent eyes looking up at him while he fucked your throat,” he slurred, his words coming out harsher than you pictured John would sound. “For so long he’s wanted to sink into that tight little pussy of yours. In fact, John is quite the pervert. On many occasions when the two of you were sharing a room, he would let you take a shower first and spy on you. And then after you were done, he would jerk off in the shower thinking about you. Afraid to act on his deepest desires because he didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I…” you breathed out thinking about what was being said knowing that in the past you had wondered if you had witnessed John spying on you several times while you were in the shower. You just had hoped it was wishful thinking and you could see the smirk that pressed in over John’s features. It was still the yellow eyes that chilled you right to the core. Looking down, you watched his fingers pulling at the button in your pants getting it open. After he managed to get the zipper apart, his hand dipped beneath the material and you felt the warmth of his hand palming in over your body. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a sharp breath and knew that you shouldn’t be feeling the things that you were. “Stop.”

“You don’t want this to stop,” he evoked, his long, slender fingers drawing back and forth over the length of your sex. Biting into your bottom lip, you forced your eyes open and connected your eyes with the yellow glow of the ones before you. “This is John’s meat suit after all and I’m only acting on the actions he wish he could do himself. Consider this my one gift for him. Which I think is pretty nice after all the hell he’s put me through.”

Clenching your fists, you felt his fingertips caressing over your clitoris in circular motions. Involuntarily a whimper fell from your throat and he smiled in response, “See, you like the way that this feels. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Please…” you gasped out when his fingers found their way between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your warmth, drawing slowly back and then forward. “It’s John that I want.”

“And this is what John wants too,” he insisted, an amused expression flooding in over his features when he pressed another finger into you. Allowing a buildup, he eventually had his fingers pumping away inside of you and you were crying out with the way that he was doing it. A forced ripped your shirt from your body and you tried to focus yourself, but it felt so good with his fingers touching you the way that they were. Stepping in closer to you, he pressed his forehead against yours, the warmth of his breath drawing chills over your skin. Every plunge of his fingers inside of you had your hips shaking against him wanting that friction. “You want to come so bad Trouble.”

Biting down on your bottom lip harder, you felt a rush flooding toward your head and you cried out. Right when it felt like you were about to come, the movement stopped and the fingers went stagnant inside of you, “You still want me to stop?”

Too embarrassed to answer with words, you shook your head and heard the entertained rumble of a laugh that followed. Once you gave him the answer, his fingers went back at a harder pace working to lead you up to your orgasm. Soft moans were falling from your throat when John’s fingers worked to get the bra from your body. His lips covered your breast as soon as he tugged the material off and tossed it aside. Circling his tongue around your nipple made you arch forward toward him when he suckled at the flesh. Your hips were rocking at the movements of his fingers while he had you pinned against the wall. You wanted to touch John, but you couldn’t because that invisible force had your wrists pressed against the wall firmly. Panting, you could feel your heart hammering inside of your chest when he went to the other breast to pamper it the way he had before. Pulling his head back, he noticed that your thighs were shaking and your moans grew louder when he brought you to your orgasm.

Trembling where he had you, you saw the yellow eyes enamored with you while he gazed over your body, “Let’s make a bargain.”

“No,” you shook your head hearing him laugh when you could barely mutter those words.

“I give you John. I told you this is something that he wants. Manipulate his mind enough so that he thinks that this is a moment just between the two of you. Finally allow him to have the gusto to give you what he’s always wanted,” he began, his smile expanding when he stepped back. Pulling the button-down shirt from his arms, he tossed it aside and then reached for the t-shirt that John was wearing to pull it from his body. It was an attempt to tease you. He knew how you felt for John and parading John’s body around like this was the best way for him to do it. Your throat went dry glancing over John’s beautiful body. Standing before you shirtless, he shrugged his shoulders. Gasping out, you felt your body being pulled from the wall only to be forced before him on your knees. Tipping his head to the side, he dragged his fingers out over the belt while you stared up at him with big eyes. Unhooking the belt had your lips parting and you felt like the room was spinning around you with how hot it was making you. “Then you owe me.”

“I won’t hurt John or the boys,” you declared with a shake of your head and a laugh followed.

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t,” he slurred, clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. No. It’s much simpler than that. You just can’t say no when the time comes.”

Your lips parted, your throat going dry when he began to open John’s pants revealing the dark curls of hair that were showing just above the top of his boxers that he had on. Pushing his fingers into the waistband had the material tugging at John’s flesh revealing the thick base of John’s cock. It made your mouth water at the sight until the material pulled down completely causing John’s erection to bounce free from behind the prison of the cotton. John’s cock was thick with prominent veins over the shaft. The swollen tip was red with precum developing at the tip and it made your mouth water at the sight.

“John has this stored away and he’s such a fucking tight ass,” he muttered, curling his fingers around John’s length drawing attention to how big it was in comparison to his large palm wrapped around it. “You think he would enjoy himself a little bit.”

“Only if you leave and it’s fully John will I agree to this,” you noticed the way that the demon was gazing over John’s length as if he was admiring it in that moment. “I want him, not you.”

“Now, I can’t leave him completely. That’s a no-no, but I promise you it will be him. I just get a ticket to the show. I get to watch it without being in charge,” he assured you with an amused smirk, his fingers hooking into your hair drawing you close to John’s body. Dragging the swollen tip of John’s cock against your full, wet lips had a wetness flooding to your core. “That’s the best I can do. But it will be him,” he tapped his cock against your lips making you part them. Extending your tongue out slightly had him groaning out when you dragged it out across the tip collecting the taste of him. “What do you say?”

Grasping your jaw between his thumb and index finger had your eyes locked on his, “Give in to what you want beautiful.”

Everything inside of you wanted this and he knew that. It was just the fear of what he wanted from you that worried you. With a nod of your head, you gave into him hearing his faint, raspy laugh follow. Sweeping his thumb across your bottom lip, he gave you a nod and sighed, “Good girl. Too bad, I would have liked doing this for myself. But I guess John gets something nice for once.”

John’s eyes closed tightly, his fingers squeezing firmly around your jawline when he let out a long exhale. John’s eyes fluttered to an open and they were no longer the yellow, but his beautiful hazel eyes. Once John’s eyes focused on yours, something changed in his features and he sank his fingers into your hair. Lowering down, his lips hovered over yours teasing you with the idea of kissing you.

“You were a bad girl abandoning me Trouble,” John slurred, his bottom lip skimming over yours drawing you up further on your knees.

“John?” you muttered hearing him tsk and give you a small nod. “I guess you should punish me for it then.”

“You’re going to have to work hard for daddy to begin to forgive you,” John’s voice was back to normal, his eyebrows furrowing when he forcefully kissed you. Purring out against his flesh, you parted your lips and allowed his tongue to brush against yours. Sucking faintly at John’s tongue had his raspy moan vibrating against your lips and you purred when he pulled away. John pushed his fingers into his jeans to get them down to his ankles before caressing over his rigid manhood. “Come here baby girl…”

Leading you to his length, John curled his finger underneath your chin to bring you to the tip where you pressed faint kisses. Parting your lips, you took John into your mouth and swept your tongue around the ridges of the tip. It had him licking his lips and exhaling loudly, but he didn’t take his hazel eyes off of you. Taking him further into your mouth, you made sure to drag your tongue out against his flesh. John allowed you to bob your head over his length in slow drawn-out motions at first. With each motion, his fingers snaked tighter into your hair. Your hands were caressing up and over his hips, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your touch. Snaking your hands around him, you squeezed at his small bottom hearing him sigh while you grasped tightly to his flesh. There was a yearning in John’s eyes that drove you to want to please him as well as you could.

John started to control the movements of your head while you took his thick cock into your mouth again and again. Gagging, wet sounds filled the room with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat while he fucked your mouth. His toned hips rocked toward your mouth, his eyes hooked on you while he had his way with you.

“Enough,” John whispered, pulling you away from his throbbing length. A went line of saliva went from the tip to your full lips. Catching your breath, you felt John pulling you up to him like you weighed nothing. Falling in against his chest, you curled your fingers around his shoulders and dug your fingertips into his flesh. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you repeated what he asked of you and that wasn’t a lie. John licked his lips, curling his fingers around the back of your neck. Pushing you forward, he had you falling in against the bed face first. Clinging to the old comforter, you curled your fingers around the material and heard John getting to his knees behind you. Closing your eyes, you purred out when you felt him kissing over the back of your thighs. “John.”

“You have no idea how many nights I wanted to do this. With you cuddled up to me at night when we could only get one bed,” John reminded you of some of your cases where you ended up in motels where one bed was all you could get together. “I’d wake up with a hard on and just assumed you never wanted this. Now that I know, I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Closing your eyes, you cried out when John started going down on you. His tongue flicking out between your sensitive folds, dragging his tongue out over the flesh. Slurping faintly had you rocking your hips back toward him. Wincing, you felt him pulling back to spank firmly over your ass before squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Staying still, you enjoyed the way it felt with him testing the flesh. Another smack over your bottom had your hips bouncing forward, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing at the flesh helped reveal your hole to him and his tongue lapped at it before sucking. It had you squeezing harder at the comforter when his tongue pushed at your entrance. After a few firm strokes of his tongue, he pulled back with a wet sound, his fingers replacing his tongue while he pumped them inside of you, getting you prepared for him. His lips latched onto your clitoris, circling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves. It had you pressing up on your toes, your cries growing louder. Wet sounds filled the tiny, decrepit room from the talent his mouth was unleashing on you.

“John,” you reached back with one of your hands managing to sink your fingers into his dark hair. John’s moan vibrated against your flesh. Your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably again and it made you want to crawl forward on the bed, but John’s strong grasp kept you where you were when he got you to another orgasm. When he was satisfied, he got up on his knees behind you on the bed. Digging his fingers into your flesh had you purring out when you looked over your shoulder to see him stroking over his erection. The sound of John spitting was heard and you felt the warmth of it sliding down over your bottom. “Please.”

“You’ve waited this long, you can hold on just a second longer,” John assured her, using the tip of his cock to collect his spit. Tracing it back and forth over the length of your sex had you shaking. He was teasing you and god was it working. You were wet. You were shivering. Your pussy was throbbing. “It’s going to hurt Trouble.”

“You’re worth it,” you assured him seeing the faint smirk tug at his bruised features. With a nod, John led the tip toward your entrance. His eyes were focused on what he was doing when he pushed his hips forward. Crying out, you knew that you couldn’t pull away when his girthy length started to fill you. The stretching feeling hurt at first. He wasn’t kidding. Biting harder at your lip, you reached around to wrap your fingers around his wrist, while the other braced yourself against the bed.

“You’ve got this. You’ve taken a lot worse Trouble. You can take daddy’s big, fat cock,” John coached you pushing forward until he filled you to the brim. It had you wincing and crying out at the sensation, but he stayed put allowing you to feel every inch of him in that moment. Another smack filled the air when he spanked at your bottom no doubt leaving a mark. “You feel so good. So tight.”

“Please,” you begged for movement, but he wasn’t giving it. Not yet. He wanted you to squirm on his cock and you were. It had your hips pulling forward, but when it did, he would pull you back to keep you put. “John, please fuck me. Please.”

“You got it baby,” John hushed you starting to pull his hips back in slow movements before plunging his hips forward. Every forward, wet smack had you mewling out grasping onto whatever you could. Every thrust grew in strength and speed. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you driving you forward with how hard his thrusts really were inside of you. But the addictive sensation of the swollen tip rubbing against your g-spot had the room spinning around you.

“John, I’m gonna come,” you squealed out, your hips forcing forward as the wet sound of you coming filled the small area and a shocked breath fell from John’s throat. Tracing his fingers over the length of your pussy had you shaking and he was back inside of you again before you could even catch your breath. “John.”

Whimpering out, you crawled forward, but so did he, not allowing you to pull from his cock. Pressing into your shoulders had you lowered down against the bed. Pressing your legs together, he crawled in over you with his knees at your sides. The strength his hands had on your hips was strong and it would certainly bruise with how hard he was holding onto your flesh.

“You squirt?” John slurred, his groin smacking up against your ass while he continued his thrusts inside of you. Having your legs closed like this tightened everything up for you and him allowing you to feel every ridge of him inside of you. “You lucky girl. Or maybe I’m the lucky one.”

Squeaks from the old bed were surrounding the two of you with the headframe smacking up against the wall. It made you wonder if this old bed could even handle this. A whine fell from your throat when John’s thumb circle your other hole. You cried out his name when he pushed forward, allowing his thumb to enter the tightness of it while he fucked you. It was a strange feeling, but you allowed it enjoying the way it felt. Right now it felt like John was making it known you were his in every way possible and you couldn’t complain. You wanted to be.

Wincing out, you felt John lowering in over you. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder, his nose burying against the side of your neck while his left arm braced against the bed. Repeatedly his hips smacked up against your bottom with his length filling you in powerful strokes.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, turning your head enough to meet his lips in a wet kiss. His moans vibrated against your lips when you felt your body tensing up again. “Please. I’m going to come again.”

“Squirt?” John rumbled against your lips and his hips were smacking up against your bottom showing his dominance and strength in his movements. Squeezing your eyes shut, your heart hammered in your chest and John bit at your bottom lip. You were almost certain it broke the flesh, but you were too focused on your orgasm that he was chasing to care. A proud rumble fell from his throat when you came again, crawling up further toward the top of the bed when his big cock pulled from your body and rest over your bottom. Your body shook and you felt John caress over your shoulders trying to soothe you. “Good girl.”

“I want you to ride me honey, can you do that?” John questioned, pulling himself to the edge of the bed reaching for you to pull you with him. It didn’t really give you much of an option when he pulled you over him. Hooking your arms around his shoulders, you tried to brace yourself over his body knowing that you were still shaking. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed a firm hold of John’s body and led it back into you. Having your eyes hooked on his felt so much more intimate than all that happened before. “Just like that.”

John praised you with every movement, his kisses over your jawline urging you on further. Your fingers sank into the curls at the bottom of his neck. His hair was wet, his hands clasped to your hips helping your movements over him.

“We should have done this from the start,” he slurred, his words vibrating against your lips. Squeezing over your bottom had him smacking over it again before pulling you in closer against his chest to keep that close contact. “We could have been soaking the sheets of all the motels we stayed at.”

“I didn’t know I could do that until you,” you reasoned with John, your body feeling weak while you tried to roll your hips over his length in a way that had his eyes rolling back. John braced his hands back against the bed while you had your way with him. “If I would have known your cock was so big, I would have been taking advantage from the start.”

“Stand up,” John ordered and you didn’t know if you could, but you got up and moved to your feet. Your legs were like Jell-O when John led you over toward the mirror that was cracked at the other side of the room. Forcing you to face the mirror, John moved in behind you. Grabbing your hips the way he needed, he adjusted his body and entered you standing. The smacking of his hips was almost immediate, his right hand reaching around you to circle his rough fingertips around your clitoris.

John rest his chin against your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against the side of your neck. Rasp moans filled your ears watching him smile against your flesh, “I want you to watch me fucking you…I want you to see what this is doing for both of us.”

“You’re so big,” you whined looking down to see his cock plunging into you again and again. Going balls deep with almost every thrust. Falling forward, your hand braced over the center of the mirror. A wince fell from your throat when you cut yourself. You should have cared more than you did. The moment was just so euphoric for you that you didn’t want it to stop. You were quickly approaching another orgasm, and you needed it so bad. “Please…please…”

“Yes ma’am,” John whispered keeping up with his movements, the wet plunges of his cock drawing you up on your tip toes. You never wanted his cock to leave you at this point with how good he was making you feel. It should have bothered you that he was still possessed by Azazel, but you didn’t care. In that moment at least. Crying out his name over and over again, you had John kissing you to silence some of your cries when the wet sound of you coming again filled the room when it covered the floor. John stayed still in the moment, his arm curling around your waist. You could barely stand up on your own. You were weak covered in a layer of sweat. John’s nose nuzzled against your flesh and he would pepper faint kisses over the side of your neck.

“My turn now,” John felt you reaching around to sink your fingers into his wet hair. Dragging his palm across your breasts, he teased his fingers over them and squeezed over them possessively. Leading you over toward the bed, he let you lay down in the middle of it. Crawling in over you, he stole kiss after kiss from your lips while he got situated. Flicking his tongue out over yours had you clinging to his sweaty body. Lining his cock up with your entrance, he rolled his hips up and entered you in a fluid movement. It had your head tipping back, your lips parting while he had his eyes hooked on yours. “Good girl. You’ve done so good.”

John’s thrusts were slow this time. It was more sensual, drawn out. Every drag back and push forward felt incredible. After all your orgasms, everything was so much more enhanced and he was loving every second of it. It had him smiling over you, his right hand caressing over the side of your face as if he was cherishing the moment. Stroking down over the sides of his body, you found yourself addicted to the sensation of the friction of his groin rubbing up against your clit. It felt phenomenal and you never wanted it to end.

Noticing that your hand was bleeding, John reached for it and kissed over your palm. It surprised you when his tongue collected the blood from your flesh, his eyes closing tightly when he did it. You wondered if that was John or Azazel, but you didn’t question it. Pulling John to you, your mouth claimed his and you tasted the metallic taste of your blood still lingering over his lips. It was shocking at first, but you kept kissing him. You didn’t want this to end.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum, are you okay with that?” John questioned, his lips hovering over yours when your palm squeezed in over his bottom enjoying the way it flexed beneath your grasp. “You want me to leave your pussy dripping with my cum? My balls are so full baby. I can feel em’ tightening up. I’m so close.”

“Please,” you whimpered, grasping harder at his ass, urging him closer to you so he knew that he could lose himself inside of you. John’s lips were over yours, his winces becoming closer together. His thrust were sloppier, his cock twitching inside of you and you used the power that you still had to thrust your hips up toward him. “You’re perfect John, in every way possible.”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” John slurred, his hazel eyes locked on yours when you felt your throat tensing up. With a nod, you didn’t know whether to be embarrassed about it or not when he nuzzled his nose in against yours. John’s moans grew louder, his forehead pressing against yours when you felt him aching. The first line of his cum spurt out inside of you. Clinging tightly to him, you loved the sensation it gave you. Just having his throbbing manhood twitching inside of you was euphoric. Addictive would be a good way to explain it. And it turned you on when he continued to pump you full of his cum. Along with his moans, you felt hotter than you ever had before. You met his thrusts wanting him deep inside of you when he came. Once he was done, he rolled his hips a few more times and lowered down in over you. Peppering kisses over your lips, John groaned out and looked down between you. An amused breath fell from his throat, his eyes seemingly in awe of the way some of his release escaped you dripping down his balls. “Amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose in against his. Stroking your fingers through his wet hair, you found yourself getting comfortable with him growing soft inside of you, but you didn’t care. From everything that happened, you found yourself drawn most to the closeness of the two of you after everything. “I’m sorry I forced my feelings on you.”

“I’ve always cared about you Trouble,” he stroked his fingers down over the side of your face. His words coming out in a whisper. “I was just so afraid of hurting you and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. So much time was wasted with us.”

“I’m sorry too,” you hushed him, finding yourself in awe with John cuddling his head in against the side of your neck. After a few moments of cuddling up to him, you heard the disgusted groan follow and you felt a chill flood your body. When John’s body pulled back and away from you, you felt some of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. John’s hazel eyes were now yellow again when he walked around the small room to reach for his boxers. Your eyes still lingered on his semi-erect cock that bounced with the movements.

“It was sexy and hot up until the end there when you both had to get so fucking gushy on one another,” Azazel scoffed, pulling the material up and over John’s hips. Reaching for John’s jeans, he was pulling them up his hips before tossing your clothes to you to get dressed. “The boys are almost back and you need to get dressed. The last thing they need to see is their father in the aftermath from fucking their friend. Now don’t get any wild ideas about telling the boys what you know. That’s where our deal comes in.”

“What do you mean?” you pulled your body up further watching John move throughout the room.

“It means you leave this house once Sam and Dean return. You say nothing. You get in your truck, you don’t look back,” he ordered drawing you to let out a frustrated breath. “You disobey me and I kill them all. Do you understand?”

“Just like that?” you huffed and he nodded, his eyebrows bouncing up.

“Just like that,” he repeated with a firm nod of his head. “And if you love John, you will do it because you know I’m capable of snapping his neck like it’s nothing. Same with the boys. I gave you what you wanted, now it’s time to follow up on my request. Get dressed.”

“You destroyed my shirt,” you reminded him hearing the scoff that followed when he pushed through the drawers that were there. When he found something, he tossed it at you and you huffed loudly. Getting dressed, you felt awkward that your moment was stolen so quickly right out from under you with John by Azazel. Once you were dressed, you found yourself standing before John again when he pulled the shirt in over his arms. “You didn’t let me say goodbye.”

“I didn’t promise you a goodbye,” he reminded you with a shake of his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I promised you less than what you got. Enjoy what you have. Plus, I gave you something else that you are going to enjoy having in the future.”

“What does that mean?” you scoffed seeing the wicked smirk that followed when he shook his head. “Let me say goodbye.”

“No,” he snorted, the yellow eyes growing fiercer when he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Please,” you begged hearing his groan follow.

“I must feel sorry for you. Or maybe it’s my emotions getting mixed with John’s here, but fine,” he scowled, his head tipping to the side while he looked down at you. “This is your last request that I’m accepting. After that, you need to piss off.”

A wince fell from John’s throat when the yellow faded from his eyes and he looked down to see that you were dressed again. Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the side of his face and saw the confusion in John’s eyes, “I need to say goodbye.”

“You’re leaving?” John frowned, his hands settling at your hips, his forehead pressing to yours. “You just came back into our lives. Now you’re going to be gone again so soon?”

“I hope to see you again soon,” you whispered finding your heart skipping a beat when John urged you back to meet his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. Maybe the I love you was something you would never get, but this tenderness was something you would never expect from John and you liked it. “I love you, John.”

“I know you do,” John whispered, his nose nuzzling against yours. Right when you cuddled your head up against his, you heard the gagging sound follow when Azazel pulled away, his yellow eyes showing again. He cringed and shook his body in disgust. “The romantics. You’re all gonna make me throw up with all the tenderness.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed causing John’s head to bob about in an arrogant fashion.

“I know,” Azazel breathed out in a slur, his yellow eyes narrowing out at you. “I’m going to go lay down on that bed and if you truly love John, you will keep your mouth shut because the only chance he has at surviving is if you don’t say shit. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do exactly what I asked of you. You know what I’m capable of.”

With a frown, you heard the sound of the door opening and watched Azazel lower his head back against the pillows that you originally found him sleeping against earlier. Dean walked into the room and you were almost frozen in contemplation. Maybe you lingered too long, but you kept up your end of the bargain. You believed Azazel when he told you that he would kill them.

Getting in the truck to leave was the hardest thing you had to do. Pretending nothing happened, lying to the boy’s faces and not knowing the fate of what would happen to the man you loved and cared for? It was devastating. But you didn’t want to be the thing that brought about the end to three people you cared greatly for. So you did the one thing you could do. You left with the final memory you shared with John lingering fresh in your mind.

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Bloody Mess

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Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: When a fight between the two of you goes wrong you find yourself and your arch-enemy The Comedian indulging in a different type of violence.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: NSFW - physical violence, rough vaginal sex, blood play, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub dynamic, Eddie's filthy mouth, shotgunning

A/N: Nasty, bloody rooftop sex with the Comedian, need I say more?

The sky was darkened, though the busy roads; the many scarlet-tinted tail lights that blared from every vehicle and looked like little red dots from your view relentlessly lit the city. You stood on the ledge of one of many rooftops you'd crossed tonight in search of anything, something. Someone to kill, someone to save, trouble to start and to end. Your idea of heroism was never exactly clean cut, and it showed in your violent streak of vigilantism. The government was never particularly fond of the masked freaks running rampant in New York City let alone the occasional rowdy civilian or protester you might've beat half to death, or all the way to, here and there. You were a wanted woman. The target on your back got you used to the feeling of being watched, an unlikely familiarity with that chill that swept down your spine when it felt like someone was waiting for you to turn your back and take a swing at you, or when he was here. You turned around, and sure as shit there he was, him. Your arch nemesis Edward Blake, the fucking Comedian. You despised the bastard, and he hated you no less. Oftentimes you'd leave each other so bloodied and beaten that when you did manage to get away you'd be in recovery for weeks, and he'd broken more bones than you had fingers.

"Fancy seeing you tonight, doll." Eddie spoke past the cigar balancing in the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to close his fingers over the cigar as smoke streamed out from the ignited end.

His back was pressed up against the door that led to the rooftop of the building, a smile playing on his lips as he inhaled deeply before removing the cigar from his lips. Asshole took the easy way up. The dynamic between you and the Comedian was one of brutality, the two of you indulging in an endlessly intense cycle of violence over and over again, and you were sure you'd do it until one of you killed the other. And as he took one last drag and tossed the cigar off to somewhere on the rooftop you knew it was time for this usual rough little dance of yours, a flurry of swinging fists and nasty kicks until one of you got too tired or injured to fight the other and managed to pull off some kind of escape.

"Oh Eddie, you know this didn't happen by chance. You chase me through this city like a lost puppy."

His smile faded, the shift in his eyes highlighted that much more by the black eye mask that surrounded them, and his jaw tensed with the irritation of what you'd accused him of. You practically called him clingy. He stormed towards you, his boots thudding against the roof as he moved in strides with a focused look in his eyes, the look he usually had before he punched you square in the mouth and threatened to take a few teeth while he was at it. The approaching attack had you hopping down from the ledge and charging towards him knowing you couldn't let him reach you first, you always met him halfway. As soon as you were within reach Eddie swung, a heavy punch that you narrowly dodged and attempted one of your own, except yours landed. Your fist slammed against his jaw, your knuckles splitting when you drew your fist back and dealt a second in succession, but the third was greedy. Eddie recovered, not that he needed much, and caught your wrist. He swiftly twisted your arm behind your back and kneed you down to the concrete, your face slamming into the ground and the feel of strain and tension searing through your shoulder making you let out a wheezy pain-filled laugh. You turned your head to look at him ignoring the friction burn you were surely scraping along your cheek in the process, a smile playing on your lips as you finally felt the blood lining your top lip, your nose pouring with it. You'd have to crack that back into place later.

"You know I like it rough."

His eyes filled with amusement, the smile he too allowed to spread across his lips reflecting that sickeningly pure joy. He loved having you pinned bloody and beaten beneath him, but more than anything he loved that you cracked a smile through the pain no matter the agony. It was one of few similarities between the two of you, but most definitely his favourite.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from."

He had your arms pinned behind your back, the other clasping the nape of your neck to snatch you harshly upright from the concrete, and you could feel how he was readying to slam you back down again. Fuck that. You swung your head back and slammed the back of your head into his face, the sudden force making Eddie loosen his grip enough for you to wiggle free and spin around to face him. He was clutching his nose while muttering curses under his breath, blood escaping from his nose and through the gaps between his fingers, dripping from his chin onto the floor below. Then, as the initial adrenaline began to subside, you felt a pounding sensation throughout the back of your head. You reached up to pass your hand over it for a moment and hissed as your palm lightly pressed down whilst you tried to blink away the fact that you were seeing doubles, then drew your hand back and raised it in front of your face to inspect it. No blood, but you'd have one hell of a concussion. It seemed Eddie came to just as quickly as you did, your eyes locking as you glared daggers at one another. He was the first to stand and practically lunge in your direction, an infernal rage in his eyes burning so bright that you were sure this would be it, he'd surely crush your throat if he got a hold of you, but you'd go out swinging. You quickly rose to your feet and leapt at him when he was within reach, tackling him to the ground and landing on top of him when his back collided with the ground, the solid wall of a man that he was cushioning your fall. He took a deep breath a little winded and you used the opportunity to bring your fist down onto him, once, twice, but the third was wishful thinking. It seemed bad things came in threes this evening. He raised his leg up under you and kicked you, a boot to the stomach so hard there was nothing beneath you before you knew it, until there was; and by hell did you know it. You landed awkwardly on the ledge of the rooftop, the immense pain coursing through your abdomen and the blood you seemed to be painting the ledge in with every cough sending what of your body was on over, and you slipped. You managed to grip the edge with both hands just as you felt the nothingness below you, wind rushing through your hair and the view of passing cars on the streets hundreds of feet below taunting you. It was a long way down, and the gnawing pain in the shoulder Eddie had busted was making it hard to keep a grip, a small scream escaping your lips as it only worsened the longer you held on for. Just then, there he was. He leaned over and hovered just above you to let out a small chuckle at the state you were in, his eyes following the way your fingers were slowly slipping further and further towards your demise.

"Well shit, looks like I'll get the last laugh after all, doll."

It was as you looked into his eyes that you felt it, pure unadulterated fear. You'd never felt anything like it in your life, had never been this close to death, and the place you were most likely going was nowhere good. You never thought you'd beg him for anything, but you began sputtering the pleas from your lips before your mind could stop you.

"Eddie, Eddie please! My arm, fuck I can't!"

Under any other circumstances seeing you beg for your life would've pleased him, made him laugh even, but his smile faded. The Comedian stopped laughing. You couldn't hold on any longer, frantic eyes fixed on his as you scrambled slightly before being forced to release your grip and prepare to feel yourself falling through the air, eyes screwing shut for a moment out of sheer panic. But you felt nothing. When you opened your eyes Eddie was leaning over the ledge, his hand tightly gripping yours. You thought he ought to have stamped your hands off at first, or simply let you fall to your death, but there was something strange circling in that man's eyes, something you couldn't quite recognise. He just couldn't let you die. He pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you as he lifted you and pressed you to him, allowing himself to fall back onto the rooftop and take you with him. As his back pressed up against the concrete you attempted to calm your hysterical breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he inhaled his own heavy, fatigued breaths. What could be distinguished as stars through the evening smog twinkled brightly overhead, the moon casting a light over one side of Eddie's face illuminating the scrapes and cuts you loved to mark one another with, and you dare say the two of you found your first moment of peace; of silence. Intoxicated with the adrenaline rush of a second chance at life at the hands of your own would-be killer you lifted your head from his chest to look at him, him too lowering his eyes to meet yours though they appeared to wander elsewhere from time to time, and you crashed your lips against his. It was reckless, and Eddie could've sent your ass tumbling over the roof again, but he didn't. His lips moved back against yours hard enough to bruise, his tongue forcefully pushing into your mouth as your slightly blood-filled mouths began to mix, both coating each other's tongues with that salty metallic mixture. It was a goddamn mess.

"You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Eddie whispered between your bloody kisses, the surprisingly gentle flattery making you laugh against his lips.

"I always knew you had a thing for me." You teased, the comment prompting him to bring his hand down onto your ass hard and send a loud smack sound ringing through the air; that'd leave a mark.

You jolted a little as you bit down on your lip and felt the sting prickling across your skin, the warning stare he shot you and the dangerously dark smile forming on his lips reminding you of how vulnerable of a position you were in.

"This doesn't change anything, doll. Just a little fun."

He flipped you so that it was your back now pressed against the cold ground and he was hovering above you, one of his hands trailing from your breasts down to your stomach, and then further until he was skimming his fingers over your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you shamefully needed him more than ever. Eddie gripped your thigh, squeezing the flesh and revelling in the small moan that slipped past your lips from the smallest of touch.

"You keep up with making noises like that and you're gonna be the death a' me in more ways than one."

He brought your legs further up onto his lap, angling you so that he could work a hand behind your back in search of your costume's zipper. He started tugging it down the moment he felt it against his fingers, the form-fitting material of your bodysuit spreading out slowly over your back and exposing your skin to the freezing skyline chill. When the zipper stopped just above your behind Eddie was eager to reach around the front to start peeling it off you, your body arching to assist him with the removal. He tsked as he reached your hips, your legs hung over his lap stopping him from dragging the material down your legs.

"You ladies and your damn costumes, legs up."

You weren't the type to take orders, especially from that of Edward Blake, but you were for tonight. You drew your legs back and raised them allowing him to drag the gathered fabric down your legs, carelessly tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but the g-string that hardly constituted as underwear and the garter belt laid over the top, your stockings fastened to the clips. His eyes lit up at your taste in panties, and a throaty chuckle escaped his throat.

"You always been such a nasty slut?" He rasped as he dug a finger beneath some of the material situated on your hips and pinged it against your skin, the elasticated sting making you wince.

It was clear Eddie took no prisoners even when it came to that of intimacy, his fingers impatiently fiddling with the comically large buckled belt resting across his hips and tossing it aside once he got it undone, his fingers pulling his zipper down and wedging into the waistband of his pants to push them down afterwards, letting the material sit just below his hips. Almost irritated he dug his fingers into the front of your panties and tore them clean off, the rip of the lace and the sudden exposure to the cold almost causing your legs to attempt to snap shut and a surprised gasp leave your lips, but your legs draped either side of his hips meant you could do no such thing.

"Eddie!" You scolded as he discarded your ruined panties, the look he shot you once he turned his attention back towards you sending a chill down your spine.

He was grinning, the blood drying beneath his nose and decorating other parts of his face making for one hell of a mess, and making his amusement all the more sinister. It was now that it occurred to you that giving yourself to the comedian was like selling your soul to the devil. Eddie was a cruel, callous bastard who would do with your body as he pleased, and you were opening yourself up to whatever sadistic torment he had in store for you, but what really frightened you? You weren't sure you cared. He roughly grasped your hip with one hand, the other digging into one side of his pants as he pushed them down until he'd entirely freed himself, his cock springing free and leaving you barely able to spare a glance as he immediately leaned into the space between your spread legs and took hold of your other hip, his calloused fingers digging into your sides as he lined himself up and practically slammed inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, giving his first thrust with no mercy for the way you were still getting used to the stretch around him, the sharp pain making you wince and grip his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squirmed beneath him.

"What, can't take it now, sweetheart? Thought you liked it rough." He punctuated his taunting words with another hard, merciless thrust, your eyes screwing shut as you let out a pain-filled moan.

"That was when we were beating the shit out of each other, Eddie." You forced through your desperate and strained breaths, the reminder of the violence you shared only minutes ago making him smile a little and run his tongue over his bloody bottom lip.

"Fighting, fucking, same damn thing." He leaned down to capture your lips before you could argue with him, the groan that he breathed into your mouth as he gave another deep, bottomless thrust mixing with your own muffled, high-pitched moan.

He tasted like cigars, the facial hair dusting his top lip skimming over your lips as he stole the air right out of your lungs and exchanged it for his own. Eddie's lips moved against yours until he pulled back and used his bruising grip on your hips to flip you onto your stomach, his hands immediately readjusting onto your hips and bringing your ass upright making your back arch, and then he was inside you again. You flattened your palms against the concrete as you tried to come to terms with the new unforgiving angle, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the evening air as did the moans you could no longer suppress, the noise only seeming to further spur him on to bury himself inside you over and over. Then his hand was in your hair, wrapping it around his leather fingerless gloves and using the grip on your hair to jerk your head backwards only arching you further, his hips bucking up as he utilised the newfound angle.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" You cried through pleasure filled sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks from the mixture of the searing burn in your scalp and the way he fucked into you so ruthlessly.

Even then you somehow found yourself needing more, and so did he. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that would be a deep violet in only a matter of hours and lightly biting with his teeth, still tugging your hair all the while. Eddie was branding you. You'd have to sport these marks on your neck for weeks along with the other bruises and cuts that you'd earned from the way he'd manhandled you moments prior, not that now was any different. It just felt better. But only the two of you would know the man those marks pertained to, and you'd have to hear him taunting you about it anytime you run into him from here on out. Your thoughts were interrupted as he brought his free hand against your ass with a hard smack, the biting sting spreading through your skin making your eyes water once more, though the cry filled whimper that escaped your lips told a different story. He chuckled darkly at the sound you made, his chest plate pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"You gotta let me hurt you like this more often." He teased, still pushing your buttons even when he was so deep in you you could hardly think straight.

"Fuck you." You spat back, though Eddie didn't seem to care much for your protest as he gripped your jaw and moved your head so your mouth could sloppily meet his, your lips parting more submissively than you'd like to admit as his tongue slipped past your lips.

He could still taste your blood on your tongue, his mouth claiming yours and groaning against your lips as he did, and then he pulled back. He unwrapped your hair from his hand and let you fall back towards the concrete, feebly propping yourself on your arms as he gripped your hips again and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts, the spot he was driving into over and over making your legs quiver. It was no surprise when your orgasm crashed over you, your palms instinctively flattening against the ground as the occasional minute stone dug into your palm, the way your breath caught in your throat before you let out a long, pleased moan making him all the more eager. His hips started to stutter whilst a low grunt rumbled from his throat, and he managed to pull out just in time to shoot hot wet spurts on your inner thigh, his hand resting at the top of your ass as he watched the droplets dribble down your thigh and slightly pool on the concrete at the inner side of your knee. Too weak to hold yourself up any longer and having already pushed your injured shoulder to the limit you let yourself drop to the ground, the side of your face smushed against the roof as you tried to steady your breathing, Eddie too slumping against your back but propping himself up enough that he wouldn't crush you with his weight.

"That was almost as fun as kicking your ass." You teased once you'd gathered yourself, the comment making him scoff and lift himself to move off of you, readjusting his costume and tucking himself back into his pants.

"Someone's ass still got mighty kicked." He retorted and gave your abused ass a firm slap just to remind you, the sound it drew from you making him chuckle.

You winced from the sharp pain and dreaded the thought of catching a glimpse of whatever he'd done to you back there in the mirror later, to your whole body really. Gathering what was left of your dignity you picked yourself up and slipped your bodysuit back on, the way the material clung to your afflicted skin doing you no favours, and the embarrassing reminder that you were now pantyless thanks to The Comedian as the material uncomfortably lined your crotch. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him when you were done, a lit cigar now balancing between his lips just as it had when you first laid eyes on him earlier in the night, though he looked much more dishevelled now. There was a thin sheen of sweat on some parts of his face, stray strands of hair falling from the way his hair was somewhat swept back and curling at either side of his forehead. Blood had dried above his top lip from when you'd given him quite the nose bleed, some on his teeth which you could only make out when he closed his fingers around the cigar and removed it from his lips, grabbing your chin to guide your lips towards his, smashing his mouth against yours. He used the opportunity to fill your mouth with cigar smoke until it was almost like breathing him in, humming a small moan against his lips from the sensation before Eddie let go of your chin and pulled back. He cracked a cocky smile as he watched you exhale the smoke once your lips had parted, the hubris in his expression only heightened that much more by the eye mask that encircled his eyes.

"See you around, doll."

He murmured before setting his cigar back between his lips and heading back through the way he came, the metal door slamming shut behind him.

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