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Jacob Seed •°• Hazy moments △SMUT△

Title: Hazy moments

Rating: Explicit, smut, pwp

Category: F/M

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob seed x F!reader

Characters: Jacob seed, reader

Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink

Word count: 1560

a/n: not the best but still posting it

Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.

"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.

You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.

There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.

Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.

"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."

You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.

"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.

Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.

You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.

You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.

Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.

His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.

He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.

He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.

Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."

You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.

You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"

He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option??? Over your head while he pressed into your heat.

Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.

You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.

"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."

You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.

Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.

It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.

He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.

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Karl Heisenberg •°• Assistance  △SMUT△

Title: assistance

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: resident evil

Relationship: heisenberg x f!reader

Characters: heisenberg, you

Tags/ triggers: corpse(not for sexy purposes), powered down soldat, smut, p on v, pwp, praise, porn with feeling, fingering, no aftercare, extremely shoddy attempt at the science, there is no science- just a flimsy skeleton to justify the pwp

Wordcount: 3420

Silence blanketed, an eery cold thing, punctuated by the background clash of steam escaping and the grind of machinery. It was almost comforting in an odd way, a symphony in the dark even with the knowledge of what dwells within, even with what grants you slight immunity.

But the silence persisted, and he was staring. His eyes grey and void of emotion, an abyss in need of filling, but you lacked the finesse it took. He was studying the movements, and you knew that, slight anxiety settling in your nerves. Did he really have to be here for this, today? Your hands ran over your face and stayed there as you clenched your eyes shut tightly for a moment.

Heisenberg had put his trust in you, something you believe was misplaced, and something that did not help in this very moment. You needed to succeed, show him that what he assumed of you could be true, but it wasn't working. The bolts wouldn't tighten, the plates were too thick, the cords curled the wrong way, the fibres were too fragile, the bodies too soft. You had watched him work a thousand times, hands diligently working on those bodies, melding metal with flesh and yet, when you are faced with the same, hands tremble and make unsure motions. It was frustrating, infuriating.

"Mr. Doe giving you problems?" He finally spoke. The unmistaken drag of Heisenberg's voice breaking you through the surface, rather abruptly, as you turned to face the man that was taking strides in your direction.

"He's been… difficult. " You respond, looking back regrettably at the body whose cavity laid half open across the desk with no semblance that life would ever return to his limbs. Almost tauntingly, the body stayed tranquil, lifeless.

"I see. " Heisenberg hummed, despite the favour of filling the silence, you doubted he did in fact see your predicament when he could just fix him right up. He leaned against the desk as he lit a cigar. "Do you know what's the secret to life?"

You looked at Heisenberg for a moment and then back at the experiment, no words coming to mind that could tell you what answer Heisenberg expected of you.

"Love. You need to show them love, (Y/n)." He said after you were quiet for a moment. He glanced over at the body. "It's not a shopping list that you tick off. You're reanimating a human man, he'll let you know what he needs if you just listen."

Heisenberg pushed himself from the desk and stood in front of the body, eyes analysing the work before him. Each body was different, no plate was the same, each reaction different. His hands reached into the cavity and shifted the plate and picked up a screwdriver, tightening a screw that kept the contraption in place. Two turns and a reddish orange light flashed, and he switched off the power source.

"You were almost there." He commented as he glanced over at you. "You seem distracted today…"

"Just tired."

Heisenberg took stock of the rest of the room, circling around you as you glared at the body. It was simple, you had watched him fix them a million times, why did you find it so hard to make a choice when you're the one in control. Perhaps it was fantasy, thinking you could do this, fight against death, fight against creation. Suddenly, your thoughts came to a halt at the hair rising at the back of your neck. He had stopped behind you, head dipping down to get closer to your ear, a new plan already unravelling within his mind.

"Perhaps a little frustrated, hmm?" He spoke softly, hand placed on your hip. You could just picture the smirk on his face that was evident in his voice. You watched as he blew the smoke from the cigar past you, bitter smell invading your space. The thought, that you should be annoyed, flashing briefly. "Do you need to relax, buttercup?"

It wasn't the first time he had used phrasing in a similar vein and by the ease in which the situation unfolded, it was starting to develop into a routine which was a cause for concern given the limitations you had placed on yourself, given his predisposition and future plans. He was breaking the rules and lies you tell yourself to keep from falling too far, he was now a repeat offender, and it didn't help that lately he had seemed more… Observant, more conversational… friendly even.

You turned around abruptly. "Karl, I-" You started, but the thought evaporated once your eyes locked onto his. It wasn't fair how they pulled you in, into a world of hope where everything you felt didn't end in tragedy. He had a way of lowering your defences, the way his eyes sometimes held a spark of hidden kindness and the way your body felt pulled to his that you disregard the cost. It was hard for a brain to keep up with the speed at which wants and needs rapid fired under skin, and it wasn't fair how you didn't want to pull away.

"It's not a hard question, (Y/n). " He stated simply, placing a few stray hairs behind your ear. "Either it's yes, or no."

You swallowed, so much telling you it’s the wrong idea to get tangled with this again, that to allow it so explicitly, it will be so much worse. It wouldn't be lust or an error in judgement, it would be a clear choice from both parties. You couldn't explain it away another time.

"Yes." You responded, breaking eye contact for a moment. "You're right, I need to relax."

"I was hoping you'd say that." He stated, smile spreading across his lips as he reached to put out the cigar on the desk, next to the corpse.

It was almost gentle in the way his fingers brushed over your cheek, brushing against your heartstrings in a way you did not need. He looked at you in a way that made you feel like he saw something special. The moments before your lips physically touched were too intimate for your liking, but it would also be the thing you would cling to in the days to come. Your hands pressed to his chest, heat under your fingertips as his tongue swept over your lips, slow moments drenched in agony as you waited for the inevitable impatience to take hold, the primal push and pull as he took over you.

His hands moved, lingering and pressing into the flesh until he found your thighs, effortlessly manoeuvring you to half sit on the desk as he pressed himself between your legs. Admittedly, you should've been more concerned with the corpse slash homicidal monster that laid lifeless on the very same, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care that much when his body shallowly rocked into you, soft sensation rubbing against you in a way that was more frustrating than it was giving.

His tongue pressed to the curve of your neck, beard scratching against the skin as he held you to him, taking a deep breath. Intoxicated by your scent and warmth. His teeth grazed across the skin, a tasting that felt a little too intimate.

"How about you start by taking off these clothes." He stated, tugging on your shirt as he looked down at you, smirk lingering at the corner of his lips. "You won't be needing them for what I'm about to do to you."

You swallowed, wanting to shy away under his scrutiny, from the stage he often put you on. Your jaw clenched, fingers obediently going to your shirt and tugging it over your head. It wasn't a situation you particularly enjoyed given the anxiety that flowed through your veins at present, but the anticipation it caused and rush between your legs was quite evident. You removed the pieces of clothing one by one until you stepped out of the last, kicking it to the side and looking up at the man.

Quite evidently pleased with himself, his finger brushed against your lower abdomen, finding a path over your ribs and the curved of your breast until finally it rested under your chin. His thumb brushed against your lips, static lingering beneath his touch. It felt intoxicating as you peered up at him, grey eyes laying attention explicitly on you, the details, the pliable need and softness.

"That's a good girl." He praised, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his hands slipped over your body, running over your lower back and resting on the curve of your ass, using the leverage to pull your bare body into him. You accepted the action, feeling how the rough fabric of his clothes ran against your nipples, how the material covering his noticeable bulge pressed against your lower abdomen, how the small friction sent shivers up your spine and settled between your legs.

Next, he pushed you onto the metal desk, a small feat given the purchase he had on your body. The metal desk was cold beneath your bare body, hardly the biggest issue you should've had with the action, but all seemed to wither away into obscurity in the moment.

His hand slipped into your hair, roughly pulling your head back to look at him as he stood close enough to feel the warmth from his breath fan over your cheek. Your hands gripped the table to keep yourself grounded, gasp escaping your lips.

"What will we do with you, (Y/n)." he hummed. "Such a good girl should be rewarded, should she not? "

Your lips parted at the implication, and you tried to nod at first, finding the grip he had on you was quite firm, and he would likely not be satisfied with the small action.

"Yes." You breathed an almost moan as your fingers tangled into his shirt. "Please…"

"Yeah?" he asked, that glint in his eyes as the hand, not currently keeping your face angled to him, slipped between your body and softly ran over your clit. You sucked in a breath at the action, a small burst of pleasure running through your body. "Then I should get to it, shouldn't I?"

The hold he had on you slackened, and he moved away, the shirt having to slip from your fingers when he slid down to his knees, eyes lingering on your cunt that was now eye level to his face. His hand ran slowly up your thighs, slight scratch as he ran his nails across the skin until the rough pad of his finger once again ran over your clit before he ran two digits down your slit.

Your muscles tensed at the action, the anticipation, and your hands curled around the edge of the desk. He was looking into your eyes once he dipped those two fingers into your cunt, watching intently as the breath left your chest and the feeling spreading across your body. He pushed until he was knuckle deep, curling his fingers slightly before rocking his fingers into you.

Your body rocked into his palm, a godsend every time you got to press your clit into his hand and feel an extra spark run up your spine. You needed this, the pleasure, the release and by god he made it all so alluring even with the turmoil hidden beneath your skin and the consequence of these actions.

Soft sounds slipped from your lips, the occasional call of his name as your body moved to his rhythm, only broken by his tongue pressed to your clit, but that hardly mattered when his tongue moved against you, wet and warm as you felt the release coiling within your abdomen.

"Please…" you all but whimpered, hand slipping into his hair as you grinded against him. "So close-"

A little frustrated when he detached his tongue from you to respond.

"My girl wants to come for me?" his voice punctuated, a whimper slipping past your lips as you nodded frantically as you tried to keep hold of your sensibilities in a moment where all you wanted was to let go. "Let me feel it, Buttercup. Show me how good I make you feel."

You followed his voice like a lifeline, feeling like you could cry when his lips pressed against you once more, fingers rocking against you punctually. It was all too good, too perfect the way he handled you, and you jumped, not really having a say in the matter at this point.

Your legs wanted to shut around his head, but he held you firmly, drinking you in as you let go. You cried out his name, nails digging into his scalp as you rode out the high, lost in the blinding heat for a moment as you came on his fingers, biting into your lip as he licked you clean afterwards as you shook in his hold.

"That's a good girl." he praised, tapping your thigh as he got back to his full height, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, not that it did much in terms of cleaning when your high still glistened in the bristles of his beard.

Your breath slowly came down. A mix of emotion as you looked up at Heisenberg while your high leaked between your legs with each hammering of the aftermath. Your fingers tangled into his shirt, body arching up into him, and he relented, pressing a kiss to your lips, holding the back of your head and pressing you into him. You could still taste yourself on him, tangy and warm.

Your fingers fought against his shirt, frustratingly trying to quickly rid him off his clothes and drag your nails across his skin, feel him split you open and say your name like it was the only thing left in the world that mattered. The matter getting slightly harder as he dragged his finger over your skin, running over your nipple. Only relenting to finally pull his shirt from his shoulders.

Next, you pulled on his belt, having a remarkable easier time unfastening it and dragging the zipper down enough to push it over his hips and watch his cock jump from its hiding place within his pants.

You bit into your lip and looked up at him when you touched him, small hand wrapping around him and eliciting a groan that originated deep within his chest.

His hands curled around the edge of the desk, allowing the moment with a show of patience as you handled him with your warm hand, hips bucking into you every so often.

"Lord Heisenberg." Your voice soft as you used the title, biting into your lip as you looked up at him. "Please …" you guided his cock towards your cunt. "I need you."

He took a moment to take stock, the needy look in your eyes, your body open and wanton, your hand wrapped around him, the way you used his name in an obvious effort to entice him to fill that warm cunt of yours. You really were something quite special.

His fingers ran up your thighs and pulled you closer, cock bumping against your sex in the action, before wrapping his fingers over yours and guiding himself to your entrance. Soft sound slipping past your lips as he entered you, thrusting shallowly and spreading your arousal as you whimpered under the pressure of being opened.

One could describe his actions as soft as he slowly pushed you farther up his cock, slowly working you open with shallow thrusts and his thumb running over your clit until you were skewered, hands pressing against his chest and he gave a few moments of feeling so utterly full before he pulled back.

His hands wrapped around your hips and pushed back into you, watching your face contort in pleasure, body bucking against his as you took him so perfectly, watching as he disappeared between your legs and glistening in your slick as he re-emerged.

You moaned at the feeling of his cock dragging across your walls, his name falling from your lips in a plea. His hands dug into your hips, his own hips snapping into you at an alarming pace, and you fell backwards onto your elbows as he still fucked into your warmth.

"Good girl." He commented, eyes trained where your hips met and dragging his eyes back to your flushed face as his hips snapped into you. "Taking this cock so well."

You bit into your lip at the words, feeling the flush even past the heat running through your veins, taking in the image of him, of the focus on you, the hard lines on his face, the way his hair framed his face as they jerked with each thrust into your cunt. He was too perfect, you decided as you closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards and breathed in through the onslaught of your body, pleasure pricking your skin as he pushed you back and forth on the table, taking what he needed from you.

In some ways, he was too good in a way that haunted you, good with his hands, good with the way he made you feel, good with the way he fucked his shape into you. A great mixture for a confusion concoction that admittedly fed into the quick releases and crying of his name but didn't bode well for the aftermath.

The tightening in your abdomen came all too soon, fingers wrapping over his wrist as the moans fell from your lips, a little more of this is what you craved, to be wrapped around his cock as you goes about the day and just feel him inside like a good little sleeve.

"Oh, I can feel you gearing up, sweetheart." He stated, hand coming to rest at the back of your neck and just slightly putting pressure as your eyes fluttered to him, keeping your body slightly arched towards him. "Look at me when you come, I want to see those pretty eyes when you come around my cock."

You bit down on your lower lips, fighting against your will to just lay back and experience the raging of sensation within your body, especially with the added pressure of his other hand rubbing at your clit, pushing the pulsing right to the edge.

Your hand rested against the wrist that held your neck, nails digging in once you cried out for him, fighting against the fluttering of your lids, entire body tensing under the weight of the release.

"That's my girl." He stated once your walls clenched around his cock, hand releasing you to fuck you through it, gripping tightly at your hips and searching for his own release within the tightness and warmth of you.

A few moments of overestimation, crying out for him as your body begged under the veil of too much in the aftermath of your release, he suddenly stilled with his cock pressed as deep in you as he could manage, grunting as his seed spilled into you in quick spurts.

It was a few moments of stillness, only laboured breathing within the room as the sensations settled and dulled until he pulled out of you, for a moment entranced by the way your combined high leaked from your cunt, and he had half a mind to push it back into you, plug you up all nice and good for him until he filled that sweet little cunt again.

Despite the thoughts he had, he helped you to sit back up, pulling up his pants in silence and then looking you over.

"How do you feel now?" It felt non-committal as he fiddled with his belt.

"Great." You hummed as you started reaching for your own clothing, even with the uneasy feeling within your limbs as the blood coursed through them once again.

"Good... Good." He responded, watching as you went on. Not the first time in this situation and it wouldn't be the last, but a part of him craved something else, to touch you now, to press a kiss to your temple and have you near, but he would not relent to that feeling, he could not. You promptly left to clean yourself up, and he watched as you left, feeling something was missing, and he wanted so to stop you, but he did not, like every time, he let you leave and promised next time he'd find a way to get you to stay longer.

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Jacob Seed x f!Deputy •°• Voice in the dark △SMUT△

Title: Voice in the dark

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Fandom: Far cry 5

Relationship: Jacob seed x F!Deputy

Characters: Jacob seed, Deputy

Tags/ triggers: Mutual masturbation, pwp, voice kink, phone sex? radio sex-, the sex is brief though, weird dialogue mostly, porn with feelings

Wordcount: 3990

a/n: Very me to do a dialogue heavy fic when I can't hold a conversation.

There was a silence one could appreciate, one only heightened by the sound of nature deep into the night, in the dark, in the forest. Away from the guns and hunts and the screams. Tranquillity, if not for the reality of the situation.

The howls were still at the door even when it's closed, the wolves still patrolled the streets in the distance. It was still hell, but there was a certain glimmer to the silence, the ambience, the nature of things.

Months hadn't felt as long, the deputy thought as she stared up at the ceiling in the cabin. The owners hadn't even done the most basic to lock the door, but that's just how it was lately. Strange places left abandoned or left open as a refuge for those who came after, or ransacked and left to wither.

It angered her to a degree and even more so when her mind drifted to him, the mountain man, the soldier. The way her skin heated, the way her stomach turned, the way she had allowed her thoughts to drift so many times. Perhaps it was just another sign she had completely lost touch with reality, or maybe she was punishing herself.

He was infuriating, controlling, and would never see another point besides his own. He was so wrong in so many ways, but why then did she still feel her cheeks flush when he praised her, the little good job's that left her heart beating just beneath her skin. Why did she care, why did she allow him to affect her so much, and by god why was he the thing she thought about in the deep hours of the night when her fingers were notably occupied between her thighs.

She sighed, eyes closed as she submitted to her own perverted thoughts of the man, another time she had decided against fighting it just for a taste of a quick release in this forest. She hadn't even done the bare minimum of pulling her pants down her legs fully.

She bit into her lip when a single digit entered her and curled. That stupid hair, that stupid smirk. Why did it have to look so good on him, and then he had that stupid voice, that gravel that sent a shiver down her spine when he was close. She didn't like the things he did to her, but she did like how quick the thoughts of him did get her off, especially in times like these where she had to constantly move to stay alive.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as a thought brewed, her hand slowing, throat feeling dry. It was stupid, crazy, not at all what a sane person would do, especially in her situation, but she could... She could radio him like he had done countless times, she knew his channel, but it was wrong. He could use it against her, play that stupid song again, and she did not want to imagine her walking back to him, pants hung around her ankles as she stumbled to him like a lost puppy.

But she could hear his voice, hear the way he said deputy like it held some importance, perhaps even hear him tell her to come back to him, which inadvertently fuelled the parts of her that were attracted and craved the man.

She held the radio in her fingers, knowing in her heart she should definitely not be considering this. Even without the looming threat of who he was, this was leaning on the immoral side, but then again, morality had begun to lose its shine when all you see day in and day out is blood and death and lies.

She pressed the radio close to her face and pressed down the button, for a second she said nothing and then, "Jacob." She had said into the receiver, voice soft.

What's the chance he would even be awake at this hour, even pick up. She was nothing but a thorn in his side, if anything, he'd just play the song or come find her so he could put a bullet between her eyes himself. Either way, she'd get what she wanted with the radio call, hear him speak before her inevitable demise.

"Deputy?" The answer came back after a few moments, she could almost imagine the question behind his voice, but she would not push it that far.

Jacob, on the other hand, was looking at his radio, brows furrowed as he stared as if the radio would reveal the answer to his question. The first time she had called, first time she even acknowledged him on the radio. He could've easily dismissed it as the wrong channel, but she had said his name and he might've imagined it, but he could swear it lacked a certain hostility that had been present in their usual interactions.

She had been quiet, perhaps seeing the error in her ways Jacob had concluded, but she had reached out, perhaps intoxicated or worse given the time, but he still had plans for her and getting her to come back even in such a compromised state would be beneficial in molding her into his perfect soldier.

"What can I do for you, deputy." He asked, hand fiddling with the papers strewn over his desk.

Her heart pounded, it was definitely her worst decision by far, and his words didn't help. There were quite a few things he could do for her, in fact, as he spoke he was doing one already that fed into her darkest desires, liking how the title fit in his mouth, how he punctuated the word as it fell. Another thing he could do is to keep talking without her having to reciprocate.

She clutched the radio in her hand, what can she possibly say to that anyway.

"You could stop putting people in cages for a start." She chuckled softly, this was definitely not the move to get what she wanted but what could she do, he was going to stop talking to her eventually if she had stayed quiet, might as well give up on her previous engagements and find some entertainment in a conversation that would surely piss off the mountain man, maybe he'd call her back and manhandle her a bit.

Jacob looked down at the radio and then leaned back in the chair. He knew her reservations regarding his operation, but she rarely brought it up, perhaps because she thought it logical.

"You didn't radio me just to tell me that, did you?" He sighed. "Get to the point, deputy."

"How do you know I didn't." She defended, sitting up against the headboard of the bed and kicking her pants fully off in the process. "Maybe I decided someone needs to have a stern chat with you."

Jacob could hear her chuckle before the radio cut off again. It was odd, she was odd. It also gave him an odd feeling within his chest to hear her laugh, joy opposed to the aggression she showed him normally. She had to be playing with his head, there was no other option, but even with that knowledge he found himself drawn to this avenue, found himself intrigued by her change.

"Did you now?" He hummed, smile threatening to pull at the corner of his lips. "Do continue, I'd love to hear what you have to say."

And the turn in her stomach was back, the dryness of her throat, the part that loved when his attention was on her. She pulled her knees closer to her chest, his voice sounded lighter than usual. He didn't sound angry at her for not following his orders for once.

She thought about a response, but nothing worth his time came to her. "Why haven't you used the music box." She asked, heart pounding at the territory she'd rather ignore as she sank back down to her previous position. "You knew I'd be listening."

She hated knowing he had control in every sense. The control wasn't the problem, he had that to a degree regardless if he had the music box or not, with her need to make him proud, that annoying flutter when he was, but it was the control of her actions and the blackouts and the entire loss of who she was that scared her.

"It would be too easy." He responded, which had only been half a lie, it would have been easy, but more importantly, he would've liked her to make the choice.

"Hmm" she hummed, "Tell me again how Eli's the bad guy."

The previous lightness in her had left, and how he wished to hear her laugh again. She had been vulnerable, he imagined, to have radioed him this time of the night. Had some revelation, some doubt.

"He doesn't deserve you." He stated and for a moment he had said nothing more, the moment dragging on, and she could feel her heart beat against her chest again. She couldn't be that important to him, but how she wish she was. "He doesn't deserve your loyalty." He continued. "He's weak, you should've seen that by now."

She chewed the inside of her cheek a bit. "That doesn't really answer the question." She stated softly, though the question hadn't been all that important to her. This was going nowhere, just marching her own twisted mind in circles until finally she's going to snap.

"You didn't radio in to talk about Eli." He stated, and she could hear the rustle of paper in the background.

"Then why do you think I did?"

She frowned, Eli was as good a reason as any. He was as much a part of their lives as each other, but then again, Jacob always had a way of reading her.

"You're alone." His voice echoed in her mind, which had been true, she involuntarily looked around just to find she still was indeed alone. "Vulnerable." She looked down at her bare legs and sure one could say she was vulnerable. "Re-evaluating." Re-evaluating why she made the decision, that's for sure. "Make it easy on everyone and just come home, we can talk about it here."

Her heart skipped. The way he referred to her coming home messed with her head every time he had said it, every time she had briefly considered it just by how easy he had said it like she belonged there, with him.

"You had to know that wouldn't work." She stated. "But you were right." She sighed. "I was alone, bored. You should know by now my decisions are impulsive."

"Yes." He hummed. "It's one of your more pleasing qualities. "

"Oh, I have more than one?"

Jacob smiled softly, the lightness in her voice was back somewhat. "Would've killed you long ago if you didn't."

She stared at the ceiling, in another life she probably would've really liked Jacob. He challenged her, but also left room for her to figure it out on her own. In another life, she probably wouldn't have felt guilty for the images that crept in from the shadows, wouldn't have minded if he'd take her, home or just in general.

"That's sweet, I suppose." She responded. Ill-advised decisions everywhere tonight, eyes closed as the next words escaped her lips. It wasn't that they were very controversial or even that important, but they opened a door she knew she should keep closed. "Tell me about them... the qualities I mean."

It had been an opening, she hadn't forgotten why she had started this path and if he'd take the bait she'd get more than she'd bargained for. It wasn't just a voice lighting up her mind, but it would be personal, he'd be feeding right into the parts of her brain that wanted to go back to him, wanted to be manhandled by him, wanted to hear the words he'd say when she had been doing the trials.

Jacob knew it wasn't a place he should be, was definitely a place he should leave. It was too easy, she was still the enemy for god's sake. Perhaps it was the almost normality of the conversation, or it had been the lightness in her voice when he could almost see the smile. He was a little too quickly drawn into this web, a little too free with his words. Given the logic rarely amounts to making the right decision, however.

"You're formidable." He stated and paused. He should stop, right, everything in him knew he shouldn't play into her little game. "Fearless, a force." He sighed into the receiver, and for a moment there was silence. "You could be so much more if you just... I could help you be strong. "

"Don't you ever get tired of being strong, a soldier." She asked. "Don't you ever just feel like giving in"

"The project needs leadership and strength, there is no space for submission. And end is coming and we must be ready. "

"Forget the project for a second. "She almost whined. He really was all frustration to her specifically. "What is it you want?"

Her fingers trailed down her stomach and over her clothes core. The man was frustrating and one track minded, always with the project and making it sound like such a selfless act, such a glorious thing. He was never going to give her more than that, she might as well just take what she came for and be done with it.

Her hand dipped beneath her underwear and moved along the slit a few times before running to her clit, the pleasure building back up with each movement.

"You know what I want." She bit into her lip, even though he wouldn't be able to hear her when she's not pressing down the button. "I want you to stop being so defiant and come home for one, it's ridiculous, deputy. We all know you belong here and not with Eli and his band of merry men."

She knew she had to respond, but it took a few moments longer when she pumped two fingers into her. Belong there, home. She wanted to belong somewhere, wanted someone to care. It was a basic human emotion, and it probably spoke volumes that he was the man she had called on this night, that she constantly wondered if she'd just be another death in the ledger when one of Jacob's men eventually kill her. Would anyone mourn or miss her? Sometimes it felt like Jacob would bear the brunt of her absence, and even he would only hold mild annoyance.

"You know I can't do that."

Jacob furrowed his brow. She sounded odd, her voice had raised a few octaves, perhaps she had been having a breakdown and that's why she radioed him. Perhaps he had finally broken her. She had confessed she was alone, maybe she was crying in these early hours of the morning. There was only so much a body can take before it tears itself apart.

"Can't blame me for trying." He stated. "But tell me, deputy." He murmured, "What else did you think I'd say?"

It could be entirely possible that she had been intoxicated by him in her ear and her body submitting to the pleasure her fingers provided.

"Something a little more..." she breathed, fingers slowing as she spoke. "Interesting. "

He chuckled. "I'm sorry that my motives and wants aren't entertaining enough for you."

"That makes too of us-" just as she ended the sentence, she had hit a very specific spot, a slight cry echoing. It was surprising to Jacob to say the least, had she not said she was alone... it wasn't quite like her to not notice when her space was being invaded, which meant most likely she wouldn't be the type to be caught off guard.

"Deputy?" Jacob questioned into the receiver and for a few seconds there was only silence.

The deputy cursed and reprimanded herself, a stupid lapse. She wondered how much he heard or even anything at all, she might've not even pressed the button fully down at all.

"I'm still here." Her voice came soft, throat dry and fingers slightly shaking as she waited for a reply.

Jacob frowned, something was definitely up, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"Still alone?"

Y/n heart beat a little faster, why in the world would he ask that. There were parts of her brain that ran wild with ideas, while the other was terrified he'd know what she'd done.

"Yeah?" Her voice came a lot weaker than before, a mere squeak in the night.

His finger tapped against the wood of the desk as the gears in his head started to snap in place. The questions, the fluctuations in her voice... She wouldn't. She definitely wouldn't. It was just his own perverted thoughts of her that craved the conclusion because surely the girl could never think more of him than his deeds. At least, even if he's wrong, she'd just amount it to his ego and not the things he wanted from her.

"Tell me deputy." He hummed. "Was I your booty call?"

She could hear him chuckle before it cut out. Her face felt like it was on fire, of course, she'll never admit to the man she constantly gets off by the thought of his hands on her.

"No." She stated incredulously into the receiver. "My god, Jacob." She frowned, maybe the last part was a little too aggressive.

Jacob chuckled, even if he was wrong, it had been a little entertaining to rustle her feathers a bit.

"So you don't mind if I end the conversation and get back to my work?"

Obviously she had no plan with this conversation, it had gone places briefly but mostly stayed walking in the same circle. No real new information or revelations.

She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. And again infuriating came to mind.

"Jacob."

"Yes, sweetheart, something you want to say?"

Her body responded to the nickname not too negatively, and to be honest, she didn't like that she liked it.

"Don't make me say it."

A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, it was enough of a confession to push into the next phase, a phase he knew he should back away from, but he couldn't stop himself.

He hummed into the receiver, something that lingered on her skin. "I don't mind it."

Her throat was impossibly dry as she swallowed. She should walk away, burn the radio and then the veteran centre. Eradicate all roads that had led her here.

"In fact," he continued. "I'll help you, but you have to do something for me."

"What do you want."

Her voice was weaker than normal, but she was still playing along, which was a good sign.

"Play along." He stated firmly. "Let me hear you."

Her stomach churned at the thought. There were so many red flags but still she wanted to walk down the path and see where it led and more importantly, she did want to get off, who was she to reject such a generous offer.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch." He chuckled. "Just a simple transaction. What do you say?"

A few moments went by until an almost inaudible "Fine." Was heard.

"Good girl." He stated almost nonchalantly as he adjusted in the seat, his own cock twitching at the thought of her getting off on the thought of him.

Her fingers made their way back to her cunt, good girl echoing in her head as she entered two fingers into her again and bit into her lip.

Jacob closed his eyes momentarily, hand rubbing over his clothed cock as he thought about her alone somewhere, most likely a cabin away from everyone and everything, playing with herself at the thought of him, open and bare.

"So tell me, deputy, what did you expect from this call." Jacob asked, his voice having a sharper edge as he unbuttoned his pants. "Do you like when I say you're strong, do you like the praise or was it the fact that I could drag you back here any time I want... or that I'm the only one that could possibly understand you but forbidden fruit and all."

His hand dragged over his hardening cock as he waited for her, thumb softly circling the tip.

She didn't want to answer the question, for one, it means she actually had to know the answer to what made her mind wander, maybe it was everything, or maybe she just felt alone, and he pretended to know her inner workings, but the reasons didn't quite hold as much weight at the moment when all she wanted was that sweet release, all she had to do was play along.

When her voice came through, Jacob was caught a little off guard by the air behind it, the change of pace and breathiness. "Why don't you decide for me."

He could picture her, fingers deep in her cunt as she spoke. "Fuck." He cursed, but hadn't pushed the button down for her to hear. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, moving up and down. He likes control, liked having her under his control, would kill to have her submit to him and here she just gave in to him like she wasn't the most infuriating and opinionated person he ever dealt with.

"I bet you look gorgeous on your knees." He grunted into the receiver. "But perhaps even better, riding my cock. What do you think?"

Well, that was different but not quite unwanted, the thought that he thought about her in compromising positions and got some gratification from it. The thought of him stretching her over and over or watching as he used her for his own pleasure, they both had merits and they both tightened the cord within her stomach.

"Jacob-" she moaned into the radio, thumb rubbing at her clit as she pumped three fingers into her. "I'm close."

There was something to be said about hearing her say his name with such desperation. His movements were more erratic with the revelation to hear her when he too submitted to the pleasure.

"Let me hear you, sweetheart. Let go for me."

Y/n moaned, eyes clenched as she raced to an end she wasn't sure she was ready to have with a man telling her what a good girl she was. She cried out his name when she fell, pleasure shooting through every nerve, while she heard him groan. Her movements slowed as she came down from the high and eventually stopped with her breathing coming out laboured, all the while hearing the man on the other side pleasuring himself at the thought of her.

Jacob thrusted into his hand, her cries for him pushing him so close until he groaned her name, milky ropes of his seed falling on his stomach and pants.

There was silence for a moment, time for consequence and guilt to set in and so it did, but through the cracks the heart sang, confessions of attraction that wouldn't quickly fade.

"Would it be low of me to tell you to come home?"

A smile tugged at her lips, feeding into that pesky part of her that wanted more from him than he could conceivably give. "I wouldn't except any less."

Jacob smiled too, knowing he was way too close but finding himself ignoring the warning signs. "Come home, we can talk more when you get here. Would even make those fantasies a reality for you, if you want."

Her smile faltered as she looked at the radio because she contemplated it, against her own will, and she wanted so to see him, feel his calloused hands on her, but she knew it could never be, this was the closest either of them could ever allow.

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Porter Gage x f!reader •°• Under management △SMUT△

Title: Under management

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage, female overboss x Gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: Mild dubious consent if you squint, p in v, pwp, smut, vaginal fingering, no aftercare, OOC

Wordcount: 1470

a/n: idk how I feel about this one yet, but it's finished and that's something to be happy about.

When he had offered to be the man behind the overboss you didn't think he meant it quite as literally. He had been quite to the point in that initial conversation, most of it purged from your memory under the exhaustion and blood loss, but you remembered the ease in which he shot down your objections and took the back-seat, come to think of it, he did like the proverbial back-seat in most of your interactions...

Many a times he found himself behind you, hand anchored to the back of your neck as he took the time to tell you how good you take him whilst filling your cunt up to your skull, pressed against the old mattress as you cried out. It had barely been a few days when he first found himself pressed to the hilt, a quick motion that ended with you bent over the countertop, stools rolling on the floor from the jagged movement.

You could feel it as you walked through the parks, his eyes on you as he trailed behind. A quiet patience, control that seemed to snap once his eyes were the only ones on you, when he could maneuver you as he liked, where he dragged beyond the title of overboss even when still referring to you as it.

You should not like that fact, you rolled the thought over in your mind, cloudy intention in the sanctity of Fizztop Grille. Barely even a word exchanged until he once again maneuvered your body effortlessly onto the bed, pants already dragged to the floor and fingers pressed to your clothed core, biting into your lower lip as you looked up at his hulking form.

"Like that?" He asked, but didn't wait for a response, merely dragged your underwear to the side and pressed a finger into your tight heat.

You sucked in a breath at the feel of it, body tingling under the promise of the sweet release, yearning for the press of him once again. Your hands pressed to his shoulders in a keening display as your body opened up to him, a softness beneath the jagged movement as he took the time to pull at the threads of your body.

You mulled the emotion in your head as your head tipped back and sucked in another breath, repeated the mantra that it was just pleasure, it was just the raider way, thoughts that crumbled under the weight of his lips pressed to the side of your face, of the words layered upon your skin.

You were easy, you wagered. Something easy to manipulate and fashion into what he wanted, to artificially move into a position to take control of. The notion only made real in your mind by how you responded when his free hand moved up your body, slipping under your shirt and wrapping around your breast. You pushed into him as he played with the weight of it, whispering his name under the threat of your release building in your lower abdomen.

He was gracious enough to press his thumb to your clit as your hips jerked pathetically against his fingers. Your hands clenched against his shirt, biting into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood when you chanced a glance up at the man. His eye was focussed on where his fingers disappeared into your cunt.

"G-Gage.." You whimpered, that lead his gaze to your face. "I'm so... Close."

The smirk on his face was unmistaken as he shifted his weight a little to better regard you.

"Show me." He stated simply, doing more purposeful movements with his hand. " I want you to come on my fingers... boss."

By now he must've realized what the term does to you, had to have felt the way your cunt flutters against him when he uses it. He didn't say anything on the matter, but he purposefully used it in your most heightened state, pushed you into clenching around him.

You came with his name on your tongue, nails digging into your palm as you clenched them against his chest, chest pressing into his chest as the sensations ran through your body, for a moment consumed.

You bit into your lip when he removed his fingers from your cunt, small sound falling from your lips. He sat back, fingers pressing into your skin as he dragged your underwear down your legs. He watched on, attentive in the way his eye lingered on your body and settled between your legs. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, keeping your thighs spread for him in his assessment. He glanced up at your face as his hand covered your sex, and he then slid a single digit through your slick folds.

"You are quite something..." His voice carried across the room, fingers wrapping over your hip. "Spread out like this, all for me." He didn't plan on wasting much more time, as he pulled his cock free with a few jagged motions to his pants and slapped it against your cunt, a chuckle reverberating at your sound of surprise. "Such a pretty little thing."

He shifted a little to get a better angle, lining up to your entrance and swiftly pressed onward, not enough to be able to thrust to the hilt at first, but he quickly worked his way inside, quick sharp motions that sucked the air from your lungs.

He quickly found a rhythm, much less pressed on you than where you connected, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he used the leverage to pull your body towards his as he thrusted, watching as his cock reappeared and then disappeared again inside your warm cunt.

"That's it..." He grunted through the motions. "So fucking tight... So good for me, boss."

You bit into your fist, eyes closed under the assault, sensation pricking at your skin as you were submerged under the feeling of his cock filling you up again and again, feeling your body rock against the mattress as he used your body for his own pleasure.

Lost in the pleasure, you didn't quite notice the shift until he pulled harshly at your wrist, dislodging the appendage from your lips and pressing it beside your head, fingers locking to keep it in place as he hovered over you.

"Let me hear it." He stated as he looked down at you, dragging your thigh over his hip as he took you. "Don't you dare fucking hide it from me."

You whimpered at the request, soft babbling under the sensation that turned louder until you called his name in a plea that you weren't sure exactly what you were asking for.

His hand left your wrist, sliding between your bodies and pressing flat against your clit, pressing a kiss against your exposed neck when your head moved to the side.

"I want you to come with me inside you." He spoke against your skin, the finger on your clit rapidly moving at the tail-end of the sentence. "I know you can do that for me."

You could feel your thighs quiver at the sensations that wrecked your body, your own fingers pressing into the skin of his back. You closed your eyes, with all the turmoil and confusion he caused, you rarely found the courage to not give into whatever he asked. You relented to the pressure in your lower abdomen, crying out his name as you gave in.

Your walls clenched around him, his hand digging into your hip in his effort to keep fucking into your tight cunt as you fell. You watched your expression shift, body shake, and he swore he could thank whatever god was out there to have you land in his lap so beautifully, so obediently.

"That's a good girl." He breathed, hips sloppily thrusting forward until he stilled, pressed deep into your cunt as he came, ropes of warm seed painting your insides as he grunted against your neck.

He was never one for intimacy or showing affection, but he couldn't help the way his eyes washed over your flushed face, but neither would you see it and ultimately, he pulled out without a word and flopped down beside your half dressed body, placing himself back in his pants before zipping up, like nothing had even happened. The only evidence the sweat on his skin and the liquid spilling from between your legs.

He was courteous in his own way you suppose, when he handed you a glass of water and the fact that he didn't kick you out of the bed, or leave himself until some time had passed after the deed, but perhaps it would've been better if he had, then you wouldn't have any hope to cling to that this could be more than what it evidently was to him.

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Farkas x f!reader •°• Under the influence <SMUT>

Title: under the influence

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: skyrim

Relationship: farkas x f!reader

Characters: farkas, you

Tags/ triggers: intoxication, drinking, smut, p on v, low key werewolf vibes , more implied than stated, oral (female receiving), awkward dialogue, pwp,

Wordcount: 3900

a/n: Farkas is best boii

A soft glow blanketed the furniture wherever the fire could reach, laughter reverberating against the wooden walls as you held the tankard between your fingers. There was a certain blurriness at the edge of your vision, a certain childlike humour bubbling under the surface. You would wager, at this point, there might be a certain uncoordinated sway to your hips if you were to retreat to your room while Farkas showed no signs of stopping or faltering as he stood on the other side of the bar in his room, arms practically flailing as he tried to explain the size of his most recent kill, almost comical in his movements.

You felt the warmth of the situation, be it due to the drink or the company was up for debate. His usual set of armour stood lonely in the corner in favour of something a little more breathable in the social setting, just as you had done under the protection of the walls of Jorrvaskr.

His laughter died down a bit as he came to sit on the stool next to yours and you turned his way. Ever solid and muscular even without a shred of armour it was still apparent, more so even. The exact thought making your cheeks fire up slightly and eyes divert for a moment as you reprimanded yourself. He was your friend, your shield brother. It was inappropriate when he didn't feel something similar.

"It wasn't really that big, was it?" you teased, playfulness seeping through as you tried washing back the previous thoughts. There was no doubt that the man was telling the truth but not wanting the silence to linger around you without a similar tale of your own and staring at the wall of your own attraction was not something you'd want to get submerged in at the moment.

"I would never lie to you, (Y/n)." He stated, taking another swig of his drink. "You should join me sometime.." His finger tapped against the tankard as he continued. "We could… Maybe then you'll see for yourself."

"Yeah.. " you responded, worrying your bottom lip at the thought, not quite bothered by the danger it may pose but the inescapable truth that comes from it. Alone with him, several days and nights, watching him in action, drowning in his company. A slight heat rose at the apples of your cheeks. "Maybe I will."

You swallowed. "I should get to bed." You stated abruptly and stood, causing him to follow the action. You wobbled slightly as the blood suddenly rushed through the unused appendages, blood rushing to your brain when his hand on your shoulder steadied you which in truth hadn't been necessary and perhaps had the opposite effect when you looked up at the man. Stormy grey looking down at you, your own fantasies and feelings towards the man clouding your already questionable judgement, a mistake in the midst of the chaos within your chest, your eyes lingering on his lips a few moments too long.

And then it happened, like a prayer being answered or a dam breaking, lips pressed together and your body immediately melting into his. Perhaps a dream, an hallucination, didn't really matter in the moment. Seconds passed in an otherworldly state as your mind crawled back to you and before you could even fully react to the fact that the man you had been pining for had you in his arms, he broke the kiss.

"I'm so sorry. " he stated quickly, body retracting from yours and hands lifting in a show of surrender. I shouldn't have… You're… " He shook his head from side to side in an effort to clear the emotions swirling and find the words to make it right. "I don't know what came over me, you were.."

Your brows furrowed as he fell over the words. He was apologizing, the man was honest to god apologizing when the one prayer you believed would never get answered had taken its first steps.

"Farkas. "You stated softly, placing a hand on his arm to drag him back to reality. "It's okay." You felt your cheeks heat up, contemplating your next words. "I uh.. I don't mind it." You bit into your lower lip as you watched his expression change into a range of states in the span of 3 seconds.

"You don't… mind?" he lifted an eyebrow in question, the words feeling foreign as they fell from his lips but you could only respond with the nod of your head. You forced a small smile to your lips in spite of the anxiety boiling just beneath your skin.

"Ok.. Alright." he said, body relaxing a bit.

"Unless.. You regret it, then.." You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks flush impossibly warm. You looked down, brows furrowing as you collected yourself. "Then we can just forget it happened."

You heard a chuckle, odd sound in the moment as your eyes draw back to him. He shook his head slightly. "Regret it? Not in a million moons."

You felt your cheeks still burning, for an entirely different reason as a smile erupted on your lips. He stepped closer to you. His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes looking at your expression for any signs of discomfort before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, lips parting when you pressed towards him again, an action full of desire and need that felt all too apparent but still rewarded when your arms slipped around his neck and the air that surrounded you both changed in a split second. Lips parting to move against each, turning your body ever so slightly so he could push you against his bar as your fingers ran through his hair.

He pulled away slightly to look down at you, slightly out of breath and sporting tinted cheeks. You bit into your lower lip under the scrutiny.

"Still want to retreat to bed?"

You frowned at the words before your mind drifted to earlier, chuckling you shook your head.

His eyes flicked to his own bed for a moments before a smirk threatened at the corner of his lips.

"I do have a bed for you." He offered, a certain glint in his eyes as his hands rested on your hips. "But if I had my way, I doubt you'd get much sleep. "

A heat spread throughout your body at the implication of the words, momentarily at a loss for words until that same glint spread to your eyes. You pushed closer to him, confidence strengthened by the flow of events. Looking up at him through your lashes as you spoke.

"And what would I be doing then, Farkas?" You tried your best to keep your voice even, keep the heat from reaching your cheeks, most of all, keep an innocent expression plastered on your face.

He swallowed as his mind ran away with him for a bit, images rapid firing within his mind that could be labelled in some instances as improper but definitely as explicit.

"I.. Uhm.." He struggled with the words for a bit between his dry throat, your hands on his chest and trying to remain chivalrous while those eyes were staring up at him..

You giggled at his response, light sound that settled his nerves a bit.

"Well, I do have a few ideas." You stated, pressing your lips to his. Your hands slipped around his neck once more, lips working against his.

Farkas held your hips, fingers lightly digging into the skin as he fought within himself, fought with himself. This was everything he had wanted, craved.. Was it not? You all to himself, he wanted to mark you, make you his. He just struggled to process the flow of events that could end with you pressed to his chest, lips parted and open to his ministrations. You wanted this, just as much as he, he lamented. You were the one to deepen the kiss, you were more than a willing participant. Why would he hesitate.

His hands gripped tightly as he lifted you onto the bar surface, breaking the kiss to look at you as he settled his body between your parted legs. You bit down on your lip as he looked at you, almost predatory look as his hands lingered on your thighs. He dipped his head to your pulse point, fragile skin under his lips when he pressed a chaste kiss to your skin, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth beneath his lips.

It felt intoxicating. His teeth grazed against the skin between wet open mouthed kisses and soft murmurs. You closed your eyes, teeth now digging into your lip and fingers slipping through his hair. Simultaneously too much and not enough when it came to the movements, the need for him so full in your veins after months of wanting and wishing. Your legs wrapped around his hips and pulling him into you, the act eliciting what sounded like a growl from the man that settled at your lower abdomen, teeth digging into your skin ever so slightly as he took a moment to breath you in and steel himself.

He wanted so to be gentle, wanted to be slow and considerate but there was another part of him that needed you and needed you now, that wanted nothing more than to bend you over this very bar and push into you, hear you cry out his name for everyone to hear , to dig his teeth into you, mark you for everyone to see.

"Farkas…"your voice was soft, beckoning his attention away from the struggle he was having within. Your eyes stilled the tempest. The soft call of his name falling from your lips, soft blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, worrying your lower lip.

He wasn't quite prepared when the next action was you lifting your tunic over your head, new skin exposed to his darkened eyes. He licked his lips, hands at your side, feeling the skin under his fingertips and then you reached to untie the small material that still hid your breasts from him.

His throat felt impossibly dry, swallowing when he cupped you in his hands, rolling the small buds between his fingers, watching how you bit into your lip and pushed your chest into his hands. He could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his pants but let it be momentarily in favour of wrapping his lips over your nipple, teeth grazing ever so often and the other hand kneading and pulling against the neglected breast.

You closed your eyes at the sensation of his wet tongue lapping against your nipple, arching your back slightly while soft sounds slipped past your lips. It only took a few moments before he needed more, more of you, more sounds, more of you wrapped around him, more of the taste of you beneath his tongue.

He let you fall from his lips, a certain mischievous glint in his eye when he came to stand full height and his hand softly ran over your clothed core. The sensation had you sucking in a breath, legs falling open a little more which he took as an invitation. He looked into your eyes when his hand slipped into your pants, finger experimentally running through your folds.

His head dipped down, warm breath washing over your ear as he spoke. "You're wet." he commented, voice rough and playful as his finger dipped into you ever so slightly before rubbing circles over your clit. "This all for me, (Y/n)?"

You couldn't find it in yourself to answer, audible sound slipping from your lips and hips jerking as it searched for more friction.

Suddenly, his hand stopped moving, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips when he retracted his hand fully from your pants. He pressed his lips to yours, a chaste thing that annoyed you to an extent, a slow build as his hands worked to pull the rest of your clothing from your body. You helped as much as you could, lifting your hips but your brain was in a state of short circuiting, torn between giving attention to the kiss and getting free from the pants in hopes of the act that would follow.

He broke the kiss when your pants finally fell to the floor, eyes taking it in. You bare on top of his bar, wet and open to his view. It was truly something to behold.

He licked his lips as his eyes fell between your legs, lowering his body until his face was level with your cunt, warm breath wafting over you while his hands firmly gripped your thighs.

He looked up at you when he licked a stripe through your folds, a small taste of you on his tongue. A taste that would surely linger and follow him into his dreams. You looked down at him, truly obscene image before you that had your mind reeling, muscles constricting and your hand weaving into his hair as you sucked in a breathe. Your pleasure audible as you gave into it.

His grip on your thighs was firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to keep you still. You were so close, you could already taste it. Pressure building in your thighs and lower abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. Sweet ecstasy at the tip of your tongue only perpetrated by his mouth on you and then suddenly everything stopped.

Something akin to anger bubbled in the back of your throat when he stood, no explanation or apology for the absolute frustration that littered your cells. However, he did take hold of your thighs and pulled you roughly towards him, pulling you into his hold and carrying you in the direction of his bed. Only a few paces but still you felt the need build when you felt the friction on your bare cunt, feeling the slight press of his bulge briefly in the exchange.

Once again he felt frozen for a moment as he regarded you, now sharing his bed. You were a sight, you were ethereal. Intoxicating perfection. None of these things felt right to confess, however. It was funny in a way, he literally had his tongue in you moments ago and he couldn't just tell you that you made him feel like the happiest man alive in this very moment. He never was very good with words that didn't make him feel like he was making a fool of himself, especially when it came to you. Sometimes he'd linger on that fact, just basking in your laugh and smile but this, this was different.

A smirk played on his lips when he crawled back down your body, ample space for his hands to slip beneath your backside and settle between your thighs once more. He used the leverage he had on you to pull you towards him, eyes looking up at you when his tongue ran over your slit and beyond. A few experimental movements before he was sucking on you again, one hand leaving your thigh to push a digit into your accepting cunt. You easily took the digit, even the second, even greedily accepting the third despite the stretch. You moaned for him, haze lingering in front of your eyes as your body responded, trying its best to jerk into him as he curled his fingers.

"I'm close.." you cried at the familiar feeling coiling within you, hands gripping the bedding beneath you to ground you, whether it had the desired effect was up for debate. Your heels dug into his back, body accepting the onslaught of sensation greedily and readily until it could no more.

You fell from his lips when he took the moment to regard you, body starting to show the signs of perspiration, hips bucking against his hand, rapid breathing as your chest rose and fell, eyes clenched shut. On the precipice. Whatever happens from this moment forward, he would not forget this moment, your bliss. The absolute ecstasy of knowing he was the one to supply that very bliss.

"Give it to me." he beckoned, voice low as he pumped his fingers into you. "(Y/n), let me feel it."

You came a few moments later, mind lingering on the words like a lifeline, his encouragement fuelling your desires when your body clenched around his fingers, wetness leaking from you that he took upon himself to lick clean. The act elongating the feeling as his tongue took from you to the point of too much, body squirming in the onslaught.

You breathed heavy when he finally found his way back up your body, fingers gently pushing a few stray hairs from your face as he looked down at your expression. You opened your eyes, feeling heat erupt from your cheeks that soon turned to frustration when you noticed the man somehow was still fully clothed when you had already came, bare as the day you were born.

Your fingers moved to the hem of his tunic, sloppy motions that did little for accuracy and more for making your intentions known. He took over the motion, seeming to take pity on you and pulling the tunic from his body and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder.

Your fingers pressed against his warm chest, running across the expanse of muscle that defined him until your hands wandered lower, a certain glint playing in your eye when you set a new goal, lower and lower. You worried your lip as you cupped his erection, not missing the hiss and clench of jaw at the contact, eyes momentarily closing as he tried to ground himself.

"Farkas.." Your voice sounded sweet like honey against his ear, the way his name fell from your lips as your fingers ran over the length of him. "I need you inside me." Need rolled in ripples at the idea of being stretched over his cock, of him fucking his shape into you, of the lasting indentation of his hands digging into your body and maybe the indentation of teeth to remember the occasion by.

His eyes snapped open when the words fell from your lips like a siren call, quickly ridding himself of the only piece of clothing that kept him from being buried in your cunt the way he wanted to for the past few months since you walked up the stairs of Jorrvaskr.

He groaned when he slid his cock through your folds, soaking in your wetness, your previous ecstasy apparent even in the low light. Your legs opened a bit more as an invitation, soft sigh escaping your lips at the soft contact. He hovered over you, holding up his weight by the hand planted beside your head while the other was busy lining himself up to your cunt.

"Ready?" he asked, voice rough as he leisurely rubbed his cock through your folds, the epitome of patience it would seem if not for the clench of his jaw and the way he gripped the bedding from beside your head in an effort to keep himself from losing control to the feeling.

You nodded a response, fingers pressing to his chest and thighs spreading a little more for him. He didn't wait for a second invitation, pressing his cock into you inch by inch, the soft drag of him earning a gasp while he groaned at the wetness and tightness of you as he stretched to his goal.

The muscle strained when he was pressed to the hilt, fisting the bedding as he waited for your body to adjust to his size, unwilling to push you through the pressure. A small distraction when he pressed a heated kiss to your lips, almost too soft in the way they worked against yours while his cock stretched you.

When you felt the pressure lighten, you broke the kiss, moan lingering in the back of your throat at the promise.

"Please.. Farkas" you almost whimpered, fingers digging into his biceps with a need rushing through you, thighs lifting ever so slightly to press against his hips.

Farkas looked down at you, breathless at your expression and the sway of his name as it left your lips. It was too good to be true and yet, he was definitely buried into you. This wasn't something he could make up so vividly, he definitely couldn't dream the taste of you so sweet and the look and feel of you so bare and open to him.

His hips gave a shallow, experimental jerk that elicited a small sound, warmth blanketing him and he pulled away only to thrust into that warmth again, moan slipping past your lips at the fullness.

He quickly set a pace that tethered on a little too rough, holding onto your hips as he pushed forth in rapid succession, revelling in the way you sounded off against the walls of his room. You didn't seem to mind the pace, that idea punctuated by the way you would cry out to him, begging him not to stop, legs wrapping around him and your fingertips digging into his back.

A fleeting wave of guilt at the sound surely slipping past the walls of his room, quickly silenced by the bliss of his cock pressing into you with each and every thrust. You cried out his name, a mantra between his growls and groans, and the wet sound of him fucking into you. Your hands clawed at his back, hips meeting his in a perfect symphony of moans and groans, a moment you wished could last much longer.

The pleasure crept, bled into your vision and skin, eyes clenched shut. His head slipped down to your neck, teeth threatening the skin below it. He wanted the claim, the evidence on your skin but pulled back, digging his forehead in the space beside your head and clenched his jaw. So close, he could keep that control, he cannot take what was not given, what wasn't even understood.

Your body clenched around him, legs wrapping around his thrusting hips, try as you might, coherent words had forsaken you as you moaned and mumbled in his grip, nails digging into his flesh as you held onto him. The fire within bloomed and his thrusts softened a tad, still hammering but conscious of the shocks that wrecked your body as it shook against his.

The tightness of you was hard to contend with, the way it hugged him and pressed. You felt euphoric and he wasn't one to deny himself the simple pleasure of drowning in it. His fingers pressed into your soft flesh when he released, hot ropes of his seed pressed into you as he grunted your name.

He didn't pull away immediately, silence filtered into the room as you both breathed through the emotion and comedown. Your hand ran through his hair and down his back softly as he held onto you. Moments that felt like eternity that in reality was mere seconds. He lifted from you, pulling out of you and then promptly falling next to you.

Months of staring at his front and backside, of tales amongst tankards and the danger of not returning. All the times you sank away from expressing your feelings and not seeing his. All the turns leading to this moment, the anxiety and relief, the fear and anticipation. It felt like floating and you just hoped he wouldn't yank you back down.

After moments of breathing in, he reached out to you, pulling your body into his. He was warm against your back, a slow simmer in your abdomen when his arm stretched around you. He placed a kiss to your shoulder and breathed you in.

"I've changed my mind. " Farkas spoke softly and smiled against your skin. "I'm not sorry about the kiss."

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Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-

Title: There's benefits to being overboss

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on

Wordcount: 1900

a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.

***

One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.

It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.

A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.

You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.

His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.

"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.

You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.

You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.

"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.

"Don't make me beg."

"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."

Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."

Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.

He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.

The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.

He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.

"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.

Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.

When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.

"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.

You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.

He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.

"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.

He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.

He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.

Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.

His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.

All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.

You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.

He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.

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Paladin Danse x f!reader || Under you || SMUT

Title: Under you

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Danse (can be read as ss x Danse)

Characters: Danse, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, power dynamics in a sense that he outranks her in bos and that's used as a flimsy thread for pwp??, desk time, p in v, doggy, threat of being caught, injury that's basically forgotten halfway through, argument, ooc

Wordcount: 2800

a/n: the first fanfic for fallout and first time writing in a while so its has its issues but we ignore that for the serotonins my boiiii Danse gives me

***

Opening the door to Danse's quaters onboard the Prydwen, you were greeted with his back towards you, broad shoulders covered by his BOS uniform. It wasn't every day you were faced with the realities of him outside of his armour.

However, you didn't look forward to this conversation given how he had left you at Knight-Captain Cade To get stitched up. His disappointment wasn't without merit, you had disregarded that order but with good reason, the civilians were the priority to you, not your own sensibilities of survival or self preservation.

You cleared your throat as you moved your hands to hook at your back. "Danse."You closed your eyes briefly and took a breath. "..Paladin Danse." You stated, keeping the clench of your teeth out of your voice as best you could ad you took the formal route.

He turned to regard you, eyes raking over you in a way that made you feel small before he took a breath.

"Did Knight-Captain Cade clear you?" He inquired, voice void of emotion as the remnants of the battle still courses through him, the images of your body bruised and bloody, the results still shining on the arch of your brow prominently. It's been a few hours and he's kept busy but it lingers on him, haunts him in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"Yes." You stated. "Well after few days rest, its honestly not even that bad Danse." You pulled against your shirt to reveal the stitched wound on your stomach, slight redness to the skin but nothing that would cause any worry. "Few days and I'll be back to kicking ass like I never even left."

Danse stood frozen for a moment, hands tightening ever so slightly at the clipboard he was holding at the sight of the exposed skin, knowing he shouldn't feel this way and much less when it was such an innocent gesture on your part when all you wanted to do was set his mind at ease. But the problem was that he had imagined it, had imagined his hands curled around that very skin, indenstations on your hips, on the smooth skin.

He knew his duties and what should take precedence but thoughts sometimes got a bit jumbled around you, feeling something growing in his chest, movement within in a way he couldn't decipher, anger at your actions and fear at your failures which he could argue was because of his role as your sponsor but he knew there was more to it and he should probably create some distance... but at the same time he had been elated when you asked him to accompany you on your outtings.

"That's.. uh that's good. "he stated, averting his eyes for a moment to think as he cleared his throat. "We still need to discuss your performance on the battlefield today, (Y/n).“ he took on the professional demeanor as he placed the clipboard on a nearby surface.

"I understand." You stated as you moved a few paces in his direction.

"You failed to follow a direct order." He stated. "You know what I told you when I chose to sponsor you. You are my responsibility and I can't have you-" he sighed and ran his hand over his face as he boiled at the thought. "You have a duty to this team."

It was definitely not an opportune moment as you watched him chastise you to feel the warmth in your body, the firmness in his stance, the power as he spoke. The brief flashes of when he carried your body to safety. Your attraction to the man was your own issue to deal with but it always creeps up when you need it the least.

You had imagined it was the lack of action that had you so wanton for the man but after a few nights with your hand between your legs with his name on your tongue and even a few drunken nights in goodneighbour, you had come to the conclusion that there had to be a little more to it than that but even so, the knowledge didn't stop the way you felt weak with his attention solely on you, it didn't stop your gaze from lingering or the butterflies in your stomach as his voice carried within the room.

You swallowed. "There were civilians, Danse. I could not let them be another casualty of war."

"You shouldn't have disobeyed." He stated firmly, brows furrowed as his voice raised slightly. "We would've-"

"They would've died." You interrupted. "You can't expect me to watch that happen when we could-"

He was always softer when it came to you, he knew that, he would wager that you knew it as well. He dismissed and even ignored many actions that might've seemed harsh in anothers eyes but nothing quite like the action he would commit when his lips met yours, a quick action that his mind couldn't quite compute but at the same time he felt vindicated. An entirely unprofessional offense against much of what he told himself and how he arrived to behave but you felt so real with his hands pressed to the side of your face, so soft pressed to his lips, so warm and pliable when you didn't pull away.

"You need to learn your place." He whispered against your lips as he pulled away, hands falling to your hips and pressing into the flesh. So many thoughts circling that were both impure and against the ideals of the brotherhood when it came to subordinates and colleagues.

You bit into your lip as you looked up at him, not quite the place you saw the conversation moving but it was definitely not unwelcome, just surpising and a little distracting with the way his fingers pressed into you, causing your brain to play catch up and wonder if this was real or not and whether you could push forth in the direction you desperately wanted to go.

"Are you gonna show me where that is?“ you whispered, breathe feeling like it was sucked from your body as you anticipated his reaction. Damn the pulsing between your legs that could have you on your knees in front of this man with a mere motion, a mere sliver that he wouldn't reject it.

He was quick to move you after the question, pressing you against the desk and hovering above you as a few small objects from his desk tumbled to the floor.

"Do you want me to?“ he asked, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort, wondering if he read the situation wrong, part of him wanting you to be the one to stop this so he didn't go against any of the bos ideals but hoping to whatever merciless god was out there that you wouldn't.

"Yeah.."you said softly, pushing through some forced confidence as you cleared your throat, meeting his eyes with a new form of what you hoped was seen as assurance. "Yes."

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes stayed trained on you, an act that felt soft and intimate in the way silence fell until his hand slipped into your hair, grip tightening and crashing his lips to yours once more. You gave as fervently as you got, hands pressed to his chest.

His own hand lingered at your chest, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and easily pulling it over your head and then came the bra, frustration evident as his need for you grew. An array of pushing and prodding as the frustration lingered in veins at the limitation the pieces of cloth supplied.

Finally he manages to push the small piece of clothing from your body to some place on the floor, watching you sit on his desk like this with an expression that anyone would call wanton. His hand cupped your breast in his hand, watching as you worried your lip between your teeth at the action. Softness even in sound when he ran his thumb over the bud.

He had been gentle in the journey to get you somewhat undressed but he hadn't forgotten the comment that lead him here, the boil within his blood at the thought of your actions and the unobstructed sight of the wound now before him. The image of you had not been enough to still the turmoil within him. The kindness he valued in you was the thing that would disregard order and yourself which brought him to this bridge but he could easily show you order, power, even show you your place as he had said. He would not be entirely wrong to say you place was under him but perhaps not in the sense that he would like and would enforce tonight.

He quickly undid the button of your pants, hands wrapping around your hips at a lingering thought, the need growing within him, a grip that lingered but didn't alarm you as he pulled you towards him but then a sudden shift as the direction changed, as he flipped you around, using his body to press you to the desk, hand pressing against against your upper back until you took the position he wanted. The new position added an ache to the wound on your torso, slight hiss that you doubt he even heard.

The desk was cool against your breast, anticipation as you kept yourself pressed to the surface, eyes looking behind at the man and only feeling the anticipation and want grow as his eyes travelled across your body.

"Such disobedience." He murmured as his hands slid down your back, fingers hooking in the waist and of the pants and pulling it over the curve of your ass along with your underwear. "Perhaps I had been too lenient with you." He stated, a tone that didn't quite match the content as his hands spread over your ass and squeezed. He lowered himself over your body, chest ghosting over your back as his lips pressed close to your ear and his own bulge pressing against your back side so temptingly. "I should correct that misstep, shouldn't I. Show you what insubordination gets you." He punctuated the word with the grind of his hips to yours.

You bit your lip as you spread your legs as much as you could given the pants around your thighs limiting your movement. Needing him to touch you in any way he wished, to use your body just as long as he touched you without all the layers between you.

The press of him eased up when he fiddled with his uniform, fighting to pry it from his body as quickly as possible at the sight of your pliable form. He hadn't bothered further than getting it passed his hips. For a moment he was dumbstruck, so many things he wanted but the uncertainty of whether he would get such a perfect opportunity to enact them made him slow to act, pressing two fingers to your entrance and spreading your slick and shallowly pressing into you to test the waters.

A whimper sounded past your lips as you closed your eyes at the feeling. It had been so long since someone else had touched you and though you had the nights where you had came around your fingers at the thought of him, it was miles apart from this, from his warm fingers spreading your cunt.

"That's a good girl."He commented, watching as his fingers disappear into your needy cunt, glistening in the light when he retracted, soft whimpers spilling from your lips and body rocking back against him softly. You were so compliant like this, such a pretty image that he would definitely be revisiting at a later time.

He removed his fingers from you, earning an annoyed sound and a glance back, he couldn't hide his glee at the state he could leave you in but at the same time, he needed to be inside you, needed you to clench around his cock and take him like you were meant to.

His hand wrapped around your hip, the other going to his cock and lining up. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the wetness until he settled, hips pressed to yours. The situation led you to believe he would give the time for you to adjust, he had always been accommodating and he had taken his time with pushing into you but he had other plans, other wants to allowed him to bypass that courtesy.

His hand slipped into your hair and tightened, pressing you to the desk if you just so happen to get any other ideas. His hips snapped, shallowly at first as he got used to the tightness. You cried out at the feeling, the pain that got dwarfed by the pleasure and he quickly pressed a hand over your mouth to silence your cries as he pressed closer to your ear.

"Wouldn't want anyone to come see what's wrong, would we?" He granted against your back, teeth scratching against your shoulder blade as he momentarily slowed his movements. "This is quite the position for a knight to be in."

Your hand wrapped around his wrist as his hips picked up the pace, closing your eyes as you took what he gave, imagining if someone did walk in, perhaps a scribe or Cade or even Maxson, seeing Danse give it to you, perhaps they could corroborate that this was real because it felt like you were floating, like he was splitting your skull in half and all you could do was think about how fucking full of him you felt. Punishment be damned, you needed them to know Danse was fucking you, that he chose you even if just a momentary lapse.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, you bit into your lip at the full sight of him, bare chest and cock at attention. He, on the other hand, had no notions of taking in the moment, taking hold of your legs and pressing them to your chest so he could get easy access to that tight cunt of yours, immediately pressing home at the first opportunity.

You moaned at the feeling, pressing your palm to your lips given his previous comments even with your own voyeuristic fantasies and the need to have him do it, to control every aspect of the situation, to set the perimeter and feel his hand press to the sides of your face as you just laid there and took it.

He could feel his end approaching, hand pressing and prodding at your skin at the thought of losing access, finally lingering at your clit at the thought of you coming on his cock.

"Hold this." He commanded, taking your free hand and wrapping it around your legs. You did as you were told, glossy eyes watching the man before you and then keening when he touched you, thumb rubbing against your clit in fast, tight circles and you knew you were done for.

"Danse.." you cried, hand slipping from your lips as you moaned into the air, neither of you seeming to care at the moment as his hips snapped into you with renewed vigor at the sound of his name falling from your lips. "Please-I.."

"I know." He stated, interuppting your train of thought. "Be a good girl and come for me."

Again, you did as he asked, feeling the warmth spread throughout your limbs as your walls clenched around him. The cry that left your lips would most likely be heard past his door followed by the mantra of his name as you fought through the intense emotion.

He had to fight to keep moving past the the clench of you, giving a few shallow thrusts before he came inside of you, ropes of his come hitting your walls as he stilled deep inside of you with a grunt of your name.

A few moments passed of heavy breathing before he pulled out, watching as his come slipped out of you which he promptly pushed back inside of you with two fingers which elicited a whimper from you.

Coming back to his sensibilities, he retracted from you, softly removing your hand from your legs and setting them to the floor and pulling you to a seating position. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your pants back over your hips and then picked you up bridal style, wordlessly. He hoped you were alright, that he hadn't made a mistake by giving into his most base desires for you. He cared for you and he hoped for more than the structure provided under this militarristic life but that was a whole other can of worms.

He placed you in his bed, getting in behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle. He could steal this moment, could he not. If you were to resent him for his actions, at least he could pretend in this moment as you fall asleep pressed to his chest.

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Heisenberg x f!reader || Satiated °SMUT°

Title: satiated

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: resident evil

Relationship: heisenberg x f! Reader

Characters: heisenberg, you

Tags/ triggers: smut, oral(female receiving), fingering, p in v, restraints, metal powers

Wordcount: 3264

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As cold as the ice and metal that surrounded the factory. He fit in perfectly here but how could you blame the man with the way he lived and how he presumably grew up. You can't force compassion and you can't build empathy but somewhere he had to possess both of these with how he allowed your presence here with that flimsy excuse of having an extra set of hands, no matter what those hands were busy with.

He had his days, however, days in which compassion showed through the cracks, where he'd find it within himself to enjoy a moment despite himself. A fleeting moment, a smile, a joke, an action. It was easily addictive, to crave those moments when the baseline in this village had been gloomy and filed under the veil of doom.

It wasn't all bad, he was good with his hands. That was evident from the intricate designs that lay scattered in the factory and he wasn't exactly shy to show off this specific trait when it came to you. Not quite in the same light as his other projects but he'd have you screaming just the same.

Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled you into his lap, back pressed against the desk and digging into something you couldn't immediately place. He sat back in his chair, hands on either side of your thighs as eyes roamed shamelessly.

"I was just thinking.." his rough voice lingered in the air, glint dancing in his eye as hey regarded you, mischief playing on his lips when they curled upward, an action that had you reeling. "I have been neglecting you."

Your brows furrowed, deciphering the clues that lingered in the air, answer punctuated by his hand slipping across your back and pulling you into his chest. This elicited a sound of surprise, fingers pressing into his chest while his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder and he breathed in your scent.

Familiar but yet still so intoxicating, the scent of you lingered, sweet on his lips with anticipation strong on his tongue. He needed you here, he needed the smell and the taste and the calm promise. 

"Isn't that right, buttercup?" the words slipped innocently with practiced precision that pulled you into a direction.

You worried your lower lip between your teeth, thrumming starting in your low abdomen to the rhythm of a drum. You looked at him, eyes glimmering under the low light and mischief apparent on his lips. He would be the death of you one way or the other but in moments like these you find yourself thinking that you might even welcome it.

You nodded your response to his question before the slight sound slipped from your lips. "Yes." the sound barely above a whisper.  It was hard keeping that contact, grey eyes lingering on you so explicitly that had you so very aware of your body, your hands, where his own hands and eyes lingered. He was so much of what you wanted and even what you needed but he also was so much more than what you were used to, covered in scars and charm alike. Larger than life, unsure of why he chose to put his attention on you in times like these but still, he did and he seemed to enjoy that fact.

"Come on, you can do a little better than that." he pressed, smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched you, prey in a trap that you didn't exactly want to escape.  His fingers danced across the length of your clothed thighs, the action still burning into you as if the obstruction hadn't been there at all.

"Yes, lord Heisenberg." you stated, voice still small but audible as the smile tugged at the corner of your lips. The confirmation was a little ridiculous but you enjoyed the details all the same.

He hummed as he leaned back on the metal chair. "That's my girl." he praised, slight redness peeking under the skin of your cheeks at the words. "Then I should make up for it, shouldn't I?"

His fingers slipped under your shirt, calloused fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your abdomen until he cupped your breasts, squeezing the flesh before pulling down on the material of your bra harshly. The material didn't give way easily, still covering most of your breast beneath your thin shirt but it seemed to entertain him enough when he rolled your nipple between his fingertips.

The action, albeit small, sent sparks across your nerves and straight to your core. You focused on staying still, enduring the small assault rather than immediately giving in even when your body begged to at least rock into him, anything for the smallest amount of friction where you needed it most. You bit into your bottom lip, letting the man have his fill of the small action. Neglect, you kept thinking. He'd drag this out most likely, have you screaming and squirming, on the road of insanity before he had you releasing so spectacularly. One could argue that it was another method of torture, one you would volunteer for knowing how it inevitably ends.

His fingers moved to the small of your back, soft movements as he fought with the clasp eventually using his powers to bend the small metal band, a fact which you wouldn't realize until much later.  The small piece of clothing fell down your middle, quickly discarded as the first victim to fall to the floor.

"You've been so good to me.. Haven't you?" His fingers brushed over your nipples once more. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"

You bit into your lip, so much of it never started in your comfort zone. Confessions, things dipped into confidence and self indulgence. Things you weren't versed in, things that he dragged out of you one way or the other. He thought you deserving and worth the effort it would seem. Beyond something to stick his dick into,  he wanted the participation and action, the confessions and the moments between. He wanted you, and he wanted you to know that. Furthermore, he wanted you to want that.

Your heart hammered within your chest, a slight deflated emotion you couldn't, wouldn't dissect as your voice slipped from behind your lips. Words were easy, people would say but those were not you. It felt akin to a lie in some ways, a commitment you didn't believe in wholeheartedly just to get to the motion on the other side of the question.

"Yes, lord Heisenberg." Repetition breeds belief, some could argue.

"That's my girl." his voice quickly filled the room, pleased smile placed upon his lips. "I do plan on making good on that. But first…"

He easily lifted you from your space on his lap, placing you on the desk that had begun to dig into your lower back. You accepted the action, hands grounding yourself and placed on either side of you as you waited for Heisenberg to reveal his intentions.  He quickly removed his jacket before his hands slipped up your legs and rested on your thighs, feeling a tad small under the scrutiny, your fingers curled around the edge of the desk and willed yourself not to shy away from the challenge he presented, breathed through the hammering against your chest and the rising heat as his fingers continued their path until they hooked into the waistband of your pants.

"These are unnecessary." He stated simply, roughly pulling you forward with the hold he had on the pants, smile spreading over his lips at the sight of your disposition.

His eyes left yours momentarily to undo the button, taking the piece of clothing along with your underwear from your body with the help of lifting your hips.

His fingers stretched over your now bare thighs, static lingering in its wake until he pressed into the meat of your inner thigh, pushing your legs a bit more open until he was satisfied with the presentation. You watched him as he regarded you, emotion unreadable from his features but still you watched, eyes following the movement of his hand as he pressed it to you, feather light touch that had his attention back to your face. You whimpered at the contact, small and inconsistent in his movements.

Your lips parted slightly when he pressed a digit into you, your own fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as he did. He thrusted slowly, no doubt more for the frustration and promise than for any relevant friction but still he had you on a tightrope, body rocking slightly to his hands, soft sounds breathed out.

"That's it." He hummed the praise, slow movement as he watched your body react to him, seeking out more of his touch, more of the sensation he kept from you. "So wet for me already." he pressed his thumb to your clit, but still you sought more. "Always such a good girl for me."

You ignored the feelings raging within, trying desperately to hold onto the feeling between your legs, the moment instead of fighting against the words.

"Heisenberg, please.." your voice fell softly, almost pathetically, around the room but it brought a mischievous grin to his lips, the desperation behind your movements, the call of his name. He got quite the prize when you decided to grace the factory with your presence, admittedly it was covered in blood and clinging to the last moments of life but still, a gift all the same. He could praise the stars that you had felt some sort of debt that made you stay a bit longer, could thank the forces at play that led to this situation, this moment, this allowance. You could leave in theory, but he didn't like lingering on those thoughts. He could keep you preoccupied, sated, a little wanton.

"What is it you need, buttercup?" his voice dripped, threatened to drive you insane with the layered innocence that did not fit his expression or demeanor. It was nothing you weren't used to by now, you still hated it the same. You'd think repeat offence would drive out the heat you felt every time you had to voice your need, to explicitly state the confessions. It was not so. You had yet to find comfort in it.

"Please.." you almost whimpered, you thought you might actually cry from the feeling between your legs, soft sensation that left you needy and frustrated, that brought a heat to the surface that felt almost violent in nature when he seemed so happy with himself, so calm when you felt like you were shaking. "Need more. Please, Heisenberg I-"

"Oh honey." his voice lingered, seeming almost sincere in its comforting tone but you should know better. "It's okay, I'll take good care of you." he added another finger into you, barely hitting the spot with the shallow movement but you were thankful all the same. "Don't I always take care of you, (Y/n)?"

You quickly nodded, a broken sound of confirmation slipping past your lips that you prayed he'd accept instead of pressing on the way he oh so loved. 

He sank down to his knees, looking up at you from his position as he wet his lips. You were no stranger to what it meant. Your legs spread a little wider against the desk. It was a visual oh so inviting to his eyes, compliant, ready. His eyes were explicitly on your cunt, the easy way it took his fingers, the way your body desperately rocked against his palm. All good things but something more was the taste of you, if he were to go on prior experiences.

There was a wave of a hand before the air shifted, metal curling around your thighs and keeping you secure to the desk. It was almost cruel in the loss of motion, no longer rocking into his motions, once again under his obvious control but something about it was alluring, the danger he posed while the metal didn't cut or press into you uncomfortably, the display of power that can have you so quickly forced to your knees, the sparse use of that power.

His lips pressed to your clit, a chaste kiss that supplied more sensation than you would think possible. You bit into your lower lip, worrying it between your teeth as you looked at him, attention not currently on your expression while he busied himself with sucking your clit beyond his lips while his fingers softly and casually slipped in and out of your cunt.

Your hand slipped into his hair while the other braced against the desk, face turned upwards as the sound slipped from your lips with eyes falling shut at the sensation. He knew your body by now, knew where to press and prod, knew how to drag your frustration over your skin and break it in the most obscene ways.

You looked between your legs and he was looking at you, eyes glowing with a promise on his lips. It was way too good a visual and the punctual way he then entered his fingers to draw the breath right from your chest. And then again and again, tongue slipping over your sensitive clit to push you ever closer.

You didn't offer him the warning of your impending high, but you'd wager a guess he already knew.  If not from the pitch of your cries, then the way he always seemed to know by some divine supernatural wisdom that was oddly specific in an area you would've thought was private. 

His motions didnt't stop once you came, only replacing his fingers with his mouth and taking all that you had to give, slipping a tongue that felt a little too long to be humanly possible.  Your eyes were clenched shut at the assault, waiting for the reprieve as he had his fun on your sensitive cunt, prolonging the feeling but also having the unintended aftermath of you wanting to crawl away and suck back the air into your lungs and come back down to earth from the sensitive feeling that blanketed you. 

After the assault he sat back down on the chair, dragging you towards him by your neck and pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips and immediately moving against your lips with a hunger hidden behind his teeth.  You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue and you could get drunk on it, on the imprint he could leave on your neck, your body. 

Your hands reached for his pants, hands fumbling with the belt buckle and finally popping open the button.  You were overjoyed when he didn't halt any action, relishing in the slight groan when you pulled his cock free from his pants.  You bit into your lip as you pumped him a few times, looking through your eyelashes when he glanced back at his face for a moment. 

The metal restraints relented when his hands slipped over your thighs and then cupped your ass, dragging you across the desk and plopping you  on his legs, cock so close to your cunt, so close to being full.  He was the picture of patience, hands only slightly pressing into your thighs. 

You lifted your hips, bringing your cunt to press against his cock, soft sound slipping past your lips as you sunk down on him, slowly taking him into your body until you were fully impaled, slightly breathless and his hands pressed a little more firmly against your skin. 

His hands chose to wander, tweaking your nipple, running up your legs, mouth pressed at the juncture between your neck and shoulders, breathing you in, sucking at the skin, teeth pressed to the skin without breaking it while you got used to his size. 

Soon you lifted your hips, relishing in the way his cock dragged against your walls and then again when you sank down, his groan pressed to your skin and hands slipping to your thighs to help with the motion as you slid up and down the length of his cock, moaning at the feel of him as you sped up. 

"That's it, (Y/n). " he breathed, watching as you drove down your body on his cock.  "Fuck yourself on my cock. "

He watched for a moment, the way your tits bounced, how he disappeared between your legs, how his cock glistened with your arousel and fuck you were perfect like that, only elevated by the way his name fell from your plump lips.

"So good for me." he murmured once again, leaning back against the chair as he took in the visage, perfection in the low light. If you had asked, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to let you slip away. He would never claim to be a good man, but you were content here weren't you.. You had taken him without complaint, cried out for him in ecstasy on multiple occasions.

Your warmth was intoxicating, distracting from his lingering thoughts as your tightness curled around him, squeezed him like you were made to take him, like he was made to fuck his shape into you.

You moaned, hips circling and pressing, fingers pressed to his shoulders as you bounced, chasing the feeling building in your abdomen, your face pressed to his neck, breathing him in as your hips moved, aided by his grip on your hips. His own hips thrusting up into you.

"That's a good girl." he whispered against your hair, hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Gonna come for me, come on my cock, aren't you, gonna show me how good it feels."

You moaned at the words, head lifting to regard him, nodding at him.

"Yes.." you gasped, "Feels so good."

For a moment, it was just you and him, the soft way his eyes lingered on you, a moment where your thoughts didn't linger, where you felt him touch something within you that brought you so close to the surface and it fed into the need growing at the pit of your stomach, into the coil tightening and hammering closer with each drag of his cock and flick of his wrist.

You came unceremoniously with a cry of his name, face pressed into the crook of his neck and fingers digging into his flesh as your body experienced a range of emotion in a fraction of a second. Heisenberg lacked the finesse to allow the soft moment, to allow the comedown as he felt your walls clench down on him, gripping your hips and fucking up into you as he chased his own high, ignoring your sensitivity for a moment and enjoying the way your body shook in spite of it. An array of praises fell from his lips in the moments that passed until he stilled with a deep groan.

His grip felt almost bruising as his cock twitched inside of you, painting your walls with his seed. He didn't pull out immediately, hand running through your hair softly as you laid against him, comfortably in his warmth. It wasn't the first time he felt a renewed sense of protectiveness at the sight.

His hand ran soothing circles into the skin of your back as he allowed a moment of silence, of contemplation while you caught your breath, a few soft moments before he cleaned you up, put you softly to your bed and had to leave you despite the need in him to slip under the covers with you.

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Al-an x Robin Ayou || Conscious thought - SMUT

Title: conscious thought Rating: explicit, smut Category: f/? Fandom: subnautica below zero Relationship: Al-an x Robin Ayou Characters: Al-an, Robin Ayou Tags/ triggers: smut, no p in v, basically just fingering, porn with feelings? , they/them for al-an Wordcount: 3210 a/n: first subnautica fic so let's not get too excited, still feeling it out ***

She would not like this, that much they knew. It had the echoes of their previous transgression. However, it was unintended this time, they could not stop it. It will run it's course and die eventually but as they stood there, thoughts lingering over her sleeping form, they couldn't help but rethink their previous endeavor to come to her base.

They couldn't deny that the knowledge that her subconscious would linger on them left a somewhat pleasant blooming in their chest cavity, that it lingered with them in more ways than one but they knew how she was, knew she would not like the images they was privy to even with their limited knowledge on human anatomy and emotion, especially with the way it had played out in the last few days.

Suffice to say, their previous entanglement before they had acquired this body had left reminisce of a link, an echo of what once was, a ghost of their pairing. They felt an odd sense at the thought of it dying but knew that was what she would prefer. She did place quite a value on something as odd as privacy, secrecy, her inner thoughts. A foreign idea within his being. 

They should wake her, the thought hankered again and they felt themself hesitating. This was a far cry from what they had experienced the first time she dreamt with them enclosed in her head. Her vitals were elevated, slight twitch to her body ever so often and the signs of perspiration as the heat radiated off her. If they weren't privy to the reason, they would've assumed she was under duress but the way her brain was releasing chemicals was a direct counter to that.

They can hear the echoes, the soft calling of their name as it slipped in her fantasies. It made them feel an odd kind of way, something they hadn't quite felt before. It was the intrigue, discovery of the workings of another species, it had to be because what other viable explanation could they possibly have for feeling this way, for hesitating knowing she would not approve of this direct assault on her privacy.

Al-an stretched their claw like limbs and reached out to Robin's sleeping form, a kind of dread lingering in the air as they touched her sleeping body, softly rocking her back and forth as they reached out to her with more than their audible voice, calling her name to bring her back to the surface.

Her eyes blinked after a moment, beautiful dark irises slowly focusing on them until her voice scratched against the room as it warmed up to the sudden use.

"Al-an? What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes moving across the room to find nothing amiss aside from the large precursor lingering over her form. She swallowed as her senses slowly came back to her, feeling a bit caged under their large form despite them technically standing next to her and not breaking her immediate personal space.

"Robin.. I-" they started and took a moment, a swirl of new color bleeding into their skin. "I came because you need to be aware of something." their claws fidgeted softly in front of them, a tick they hoped she did not catch onto. "I must preface this with the fact that it's not permanent of course, you need not worry but I realize you would like to know."

Robin frowned, a bit perplexed with the path they took, no explanation really but it did sound serious. She pushed herself up a bit more and rubbed at her eyes to dispel the slight burn of being ripped from her sleep. The previous action seemed to be in bad faith when she looked back at them, having to crane her neck quite a bit to look at where she had assumed their eyes would've been.

"What's wrong?"

Her voice was soft as she spoke, but Al-an knew from experience how fast that could change especially when faced with something she did not approve of.

"It would seem there's still a lingering connecting from the time I occupied part of your cerebral cortex."

Robin felt her heart beat a little faster, that didn't sound good. Did they do something while exiting, damage her brain in some way. It would explain some of the thoughts she had been having as of late.

"What do you mean?" her voice had taken an edge, fear evidently creeping up at the edges at Al-an's subpar explanation.

"Only that there is still a connection, it will fade with time but for the time being I can still see the echoes of your thoughts, almost like a diluted version of the network."

Robin swallowed as she felt a coldness running under her skin, going through every thought she had, had in the last couple weeks. Though she had sympathy for their situation and lack of connection, her very human terror of knowing she had let her thoughts run around unchecked after they had left and now having to deal with the consequences of every embarrassing thing she did while they weren't present and then there was the ones she did have while they were present, while her feelings and eyes lingered on them. Al-an didn't seem too offended so likely they didn't see all of them right... Right? They would've told her if they did right... It was probably the dreams that freaked them out.. Al-an never did li- oh god, the dreams.

The thought crashed over her like a ton of bricks, eyes trailing up to them at the idea that they might be following her thought process, watching as her whole body rocked with an embarrassed heat that clung to her face. 

"Oh my god, Al-an.." her hand drifted to her face as her eyes moved past them in an effort to collect herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't know.. I apologize if that made you uncomfortable.. I-" 

"Your human ideology is of little consequence to me, Robin." Al-an interrupted abruptly as they watched the woman unravel and sputter before them. "I only brought this to your attention in liege of your previous reactions in regard to your privacy." he tapped his claw against the other, a soft color mingling as he weighed the thought before setting it into the air that lingered between them. "And offer my services if perhaps you'd like to follow that train of thought even though it would need some reconstruction given that I lack some of the necessary components to follow your specific scenarios to a T. "

Robin was silent for a moment as she looked at the glowing plate that she would safely assume to be it's head. Was Al-an implying what she thought they-no of course not, that's just her touch starved brain supplying any excuse to further the need she felt deep within her, the specific train of thought that flared each time she saw them. They were just being nice, helpful. They didn't know the meaning behind the words within her species. 

She worried her lower lip, legs squeezing against each other at the thought, scolding herself given the circumstance.

"Robin, I do mean what I say." Al-an stated, top half of their body hovering over her and claw like limbs pushing against the bed on either side of her head in an odd twist of their centaur like body but they could endure for a moment. They weren't oblivious to what the action might cause in her, they'd seen enough of her thoughts and some human behaviors to know the concept of person space and the like. "If its the very human need of breeding you lack, it would be easy to get you over that simple barrier even without the means to impregnate you."

Robin felt it hard to breath as they towered over her, much larger body enclosing hers in an almost predatory edge that she thought she should not have liked as much as she did and even the proposition and the way of phrasing... She could not ask that of Al-an, that would be crossing a line she wasn't sure was wise to cross. 

"Fuck-" she breathed into the air, eyes closing momentarily to try and center herself and break from the hold they had over her, stop those pesky little thoughts that kept creeping at the edges. 

"Yes." Al-an responded curtly. "That is a name I have seen it referred to as from your species."

Somewhere along the line she had forgot to breath and if her sensibilities weren't feeling like they were being attacked, she might've found it funny but God, the amount of times she'd wondered how their claws would feel on her skin, how he'd handle her in an almost clinical way while she cried out for them. It was all a little too much.

"Al-an," their name fell delicately from her lips as she held tightly to the rational part of her brain." It's not-" she sighed and took a deep breath. "You don't have to do anything of the sort."

Yes, that was good. Not too much of a waver in her voice. She sounded sure, dismissive even.

"Why do you deny yourself." She could feel the way they scrutinized her, picking at every corner that made up her being, poking at the oddity of how she handled herself. "I know this is what you want. If not from the thoughts alone, then the way your your body reacts when you do have those thoughts. Even to the suggestion." 

She looked at them, bio-luminescence on their being, the intricate designs that made up their skin, the curves on their form. It was different this time from all the others when her eyes lingered. The others had made her flush, like a dark secret she had to hide away but they were right there, patience in tow as they waited for her to finish her train of thought, waited for her to make a decision. She wondered how Al-an would be, what it would be to have their oddly shaped limbs pressed against her, whether they'd even know what to do or would this be an educational and clinical experience rather that the fast fit of passion she often imagined.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Robin finally said, voice a little soft as she peeked up at them. "Don't feel like you have to do this because my... Because my body has needs. I can take care of it on my own, you know." She huffed a humorless laugh, trying to keep a smile on her lips. She half expected them to take the out and half to say no it's cultural experience they'd like to witness.

"It does not make me, as you put it, uncomfortable. Many species partake in a similar process. I would like to do this for you."

"Oh.." She responded, unsure of what response to really give. "Okay... If you're sure."

"I am."

Al-an looked her over once more, body tangled in her bed sheets with the layers of clothing that hung loosely on her body, things that kept her most sensitive parts from the world. It was a valiant effort but would do no good as actual protection, but they knew it was enough to be felt if they were to press against it. Only a small damper instead of a real barrier.

They felt a bit unsure even with the knowledge they had gathered on human customs and methods. It would seem that humans were a fragile kind and they didn't want Robin to resent their offer. They wanted her brain to send those same chemicals when they were physically touching her, hear her say their name past the veil of her fantasies.

Their hands softly pinched at her shirt, softly pushing it upward over her soft skin to reveal where they knew some nerves ran beneath the surface. They weren't unaware of how she sucked in a breath at their touch, how those chemicals pushed ever so slightly at her being.

Robin quickly pressed her fingers into the shirt once they had pushed her shirt almost up to her breasts and then pulled it over her head. She was somewhat glad she had foregone a bra, the less layers she had now, the better.

Colours swirled on their body, an image they hadn't quite had in such a light, an image they had only had when they were trapped inside her brain and in those moments, they dared not say a word knowing human custom and their sensitive regions. This felt a little different, her allowing them the space to see her without hindrance.

Their claws reached out, pinching at the sensitive nerves at her nipples, softly padding over the buds and watched her reaction intently.

She definitely suffered from touch deprivation because she felt as though she might actually die and go to the beyond the way their limbs spread over her breasts, the way she arched her back into them. A precursor no less. She had never even entertained the prospect even a while after they had their own body even when their voice had been somewhat of a turn on, they would never-but here she was, alien spreading electricity throughout her body and settling wetly at her core.

Her breath patterns had changed, Al-an noticed, nipples turned to peaks and her teeth dug almost painfully into her lip as she squirmed beneath them. They changed their stance, finding a better angle to twist their body that did not allow for so much discomfort. Their keen senses focused intently on the woman as they dragged their limbs down her abdomen.

This time she had left them to drag her pants over her hips, reveled in the feeling of their touch dragging down her legs with the action. Fuck, how she needed them to touch her where she needed them, would almost beg for it at this point if she thought it would help.

They pressed against her thighs, spreading her legs a little. She felt their gaze on her even though she could not exactly pinpoint where their visual aid was situated on their being. That hardly mattered once when they pressed against her clothed core, a soft press that set her body alight. She was so sensitive, so open, so wanton.

Different than she ever imagined he'd be with the experimental but confident sway of their limbs, they were quiet for the most part as colours swirled over their body. She would've liked some conversation, some tethering to that voice she'd grown so fond of, the curious inquiry or even the borderline insulting statements. 

"You like it when I speak." It was more of a statement than a question with their normal level of superiority and confidence and she dragged in a breath, eyes sweeping over their visage before she responded.

"Yes." It came out more breathy than she had anticipated. She bit into her lip, hands spreading over their arm experimentally, their torso out of reach given their position and size difference. They allowed the moment, watched intently as her fingers ran over their skin, how it furthered the need within her. It was curious, especially to a species that have long foregone the traditional ways of conception and primal pleasure. They felt themself jealous, wanting to taste the same from her hands but he'd have to settle for participant, for experiencing vicariously through her.

Soon, their claws slipped into the waistband of her underwear and pulled it from her legs, watching as the fell open to their gaze and whatever else they had in mind. Their claws dragged over her inner thighs, watching her as she watched them.

They felt she was wet when they finally touched her, fingers slipping through her folds that had her sucking in a breath and repositioning herself below their stature.

"You're very aroused." Al-an stated flatly, claw prodding at her entrance. She didn't respond to the statement but did carry a sudden tinge of heat on her cheeks.

Their claw was a lucky kind of shape that allowed them to spread her lips and enter her while the other side could press against her clit. And finally, she said their name, breathless and low as it slipped from her lips, just like she had done within her dreams.

"Yes." her voice echoed against the base, hips moving against them in an effort to chase and multiply the pressure they put on her.

Their ministrations picked up the pace when she started squirming, desperation invading her thoughts and body. It wasn't hard to find the sensitive spot within her as they watched for her most sensitive nerve endings. What they didn't expect however was how her body responded to the pressure.

Her body arched as she cried out, eyes open and alert at the sudden rush through her body and then the sudden need to feel it again, pressing insistently against the limb between her legs. They did as she wished, pressing against the spot again and again as their fingers slipped in and out of her body, reveling in how her body moved against them and how she desperately cried out to them but with no other thought other than more, faster, yes.

She was nearing her end at an alarming pace, feeling the coil in her lower abdomen while her legs quivered.

"Al-an-" she cried, nails digging into the skin she could reach, knowing full well she was in no position or body that could hurt them. "I'm so-fuck.. Close."

Al-an hadn't really needed the verbal confirmation with how her muscles tensed and released, how her body keened, how she shivered as she fought against herself. 

"I am aware." they responded, and she shouldn't have liked the way the confidence settled, how small they made her feel sometimes, how it had an air of superiority but fuck if it didn't push her over the edge.

She legs clamped around their arm as she cried out into the air, body shaking in the aftermath. They watched her, fingers still rocking into her as she went through the motions, prolonging the white-hot pleasured thrumming through her body after so many moons of neglect.

Her legs fell open after a few moments, whimpering when they removed their limb from between her legs, watching how it glistened in the light.

They were unsure of human convention beyond this point. In their own experience, breeding was clinical and straight forward, but they knew this was something else, they hadn't quite had the components to impregnate her. This was about pleasure. She looked exhausted, sated but they didn't quite want to just leave. They did what they came to do and then a little more that lingered on selfish, but they couldn't find it in themself to just turn and leave.

Their fingers ran over her bare skin, the act bringing her eyes to them, and it was soft, elation lingering within her. She brought something to them they hadn't realized they had the capacity to feel, it made them unsure but at the same time, they wanted to stay here with her and submerge themself in it.

#subnautica below zero #satanwritesfanfiction #robin ayou #al an subnautica #al an x robin #al-an #smut

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Alexander x f!reader || In the dark of night - SMUT

Title: In the dark of night

Triggers: Smut, p in v

Characters: f! Reader, Alexander

Wordcount:2828

***

The wind howled softly against the walls on the outside of the apartment, sound breaking through the barrier into the abode. This fact conveniently ignored as your feet moved over the wooden paneling, chill in the air as you made your way but, then suddenly, the air was stolen.

A vision, a mirage in the desert within your own sanctioned prison, perfect static statue, albeit a little damp from wind and weather outside.

There was the ghost of a smile on lips you hadn't seen in quite a while and you forgot how to speak for a second, in surprise, even with the known fact that you had supplied him with a key many moons ago, perhaps a little presumptuous but still, it hadn't been the first time he had graced your doorway uninvited.

You swallowed as you forced your eyes away and blinked for a moment.

"How long are you in town?" It was an odd greeting given your predisposition to the man but even as your heart hammered against your chest, the pain of loss and abandonment mixed into the pot with every action even when you could explain it away.

"A few days at least." his response came swift as he moved closer. "The current situation requires... Observation."

You couldn't help the smile that layered upon your lips, a warmth spreading through your body with the smallest of bones thrown your way and had you been able to think clearly, perhaps you might have found it pathetic or even tragic but the truth remained, he was here with the same intentions that made you allow his presence.

You moved across the floor, only stopping once your fingertips pressed into his chest and lips pressed firmly to his, a bubbling of emotions as you released yourself upon him in the simple act. You missed him, plain as day, you just hoped he harbored some of that same feelings.

His actions were more precise, hand pressing into the small of your back as he surrendered into your actions, feeling the warmth of you spread to his chest and he swore he could never feel as vibrant and alive as when you were pressed to his chest even when he could never audibly admit just how much you meant to him to anyone beyond himself, including you. He used to say it was to protect you, but perhaps it was just cowardice that led him here. Regardless of the reasons, you were here within reach and that's all that mattered.

You broke the kiss, breath stolen as you blinked up at the man. "Alex.." your voice came whispered, it fell somewhere between irritable and endearing when you used the little nickname and he couldn't quite fathom why he allowed it or even why without fail, the way you said it always made his skin heat up.

He looked down at you with a softness he had forgotten he could muster, hands slipping over the curve of your ass. "Jump." The order was swift and clear. You pulled yourself up by leverage you had on his square shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips and body being supported by his hands.

He chose not to waste any time as you took confident strides to where he knew your bedroom was, a little presumptuous but you were never one to refuse him and neither complain about his need for you. It had been too long since he had you, too hard without the taste of you, the feel of you as his fingers dug into your flesh, it had been many moons since he had heard you cry out for him.

He placed you gently on your bed, softness beneath you as fingers ran down the front of his dress shirt, feeling the muscle beneath. Your fingers popped open the buttons, revealing skin in their descent. Hands pressed to his exposed chest, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips but he found himself greedy, lingering and pulling you closer for another kiss that had his lips working against yours, a move of his knee pressed between your legs leaving you with a gasp and him with an opening to slip his tongue beyond your plump lips and enjoy a moment of indulgence.

A moment, a glorious moment ripped away from your senses. Lost in the sauce, the temptation, the promise. He was warmth, comfort even. He was stolen moments and rushed actions, he was the longing that begged to open up your chest and join within the ecstasy of his presence and by god did you dabble.

His hands worked against your own shirt, tugging until he had to part to drag it over your head, reveling in the new expanse of skin he knew so well.

He pressed his lips to your skin, warmth radiating from the contact, tongue sweeping across the curve of your chest as his hands enveloped and squeezed. He breathed you in, your warmth and your scent, lingering on his tongue and again he felt the crush from the knowledge that he couldn't stay like this forever, that he couldn't live inside a vacuum. Nonetheless, there was tonight and the many nights before. They will keep him company. He could drown in tonight, indulge and feel you beneath his fingertips, at the tip of his tongue, pressed to his chest.

His teeth grazed your skin, sharp canines lingering over your pulse, tongue smoothing over your warm skin and you swallowed, eyes closing as you dipped your head back slightly. His hands danced over your skin, running over your ribs as they moved towards the small cloth covering your breasts. He quickly pulled against the material while his lips made their decent until he lingered at the curve of your breasts, a certain glint in his eye when he looked up at you.

He took you into his mouth, tongue sweeping over the bud, teeth momentarily grazing across while the neglected breast had more or less the same treatment from his nimble fingers, smoothing, tugging, nails threatening as they danced across the sensitive skin. Your fingers slid into his hair, chest pressed outward as your eyes closed, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you gave into the feeling. He supplied the pressure with acute attentiveness, tasting and marking the soft skin beneath his lips. He was thorough and he was patient, something that more often than not, felt like it would end up driving you to insanity.

His finger made a path down your stomach, blazing and scorching as the need bubbled just below. He knew how to play you, he knew just how to break you, excite you. A soft brush against your clothed core while his lips decided to keep your busy in a bit of a sloppy exchange of teeth and tongue. The feeling within responded to his touch, need rushing to the surface, needing him to touch you before you surely go mad from being so close to a river while lost in the desert for what felt like an eternity.

He was never a man to make you wait, to let you down or desert you when emotions ran high. He swallowed the sound slipping from your lips greedily when his hand slipped under your waistband and brushed against your clit, soft and slow motions that delved deeper, firmer with each moment that passed. He didn't try to limit your movement when your hips bucked against his palm, just broke the kiss and let his eyes roam and take it in, the visage and verity of you.

You moaned softly, his name momentarily falling from your lips in a soft prayer as his fingers worked you over. His fingers pressed into you, slow movements as he worked it in and out of you, thumb pressed to your clit.

"Seems like you missed me enough." He hummed appreciatively. "You take my fingers so well, don't you, sweetheart?"

You disregarded his question, biting into your lower lip as your hips moved against him, thankful that he allowed the movement. Your fingers dug into the arm planted beside your head that kept his body from crushing you, head tilted back as you drowned in the feeling of your ecstasy approaching.

The action opened up the expanse of your neck, soft skin that beckoned his lips and by god he wasn't going to reject a gift like that. He latched on, teeth dangerously scraping against the skin, threatening to mark you where everyone would see for the days to come but not yet, he reasoned, tongue sweeping over the skin as your body sought out his touch. You were so close he could almost taste it from the salty perspiration that layered softly over your skin, the jagged movement of your body and labored breathing. He felt a little bit of guilt from the smirk pressed to your skin when he retracted his fingers from your body, quick to press down on your hip.

You whimpered, your frustration evident but he wasn't about to let you revel in it. He detached from you, fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing an uninhibited picture of excellence he was all too happy to bear witness to.

You worried your lip as you let your legs fall open to his eyes, flush coating your cheeks at the action and his scrutiny. He felt himself twitch at the sight, open and inviting to his actions, his fantasies and sometimes punishments. It was unfair that he couldn't keep such a perfect thing, that he reverted to stealing moments stretched over many moons.

His fingers stretched over your thighs, soft touches that turned firm when they reached around your leg to keep you stationary when he lowered himself to your cunt, warmth spreading over your cunt from his breath as he looked up at you, a picture that shouldn't have been as enticing as it was and shouldn't have brought such pleasure when his tongue finally ran over your folds. You sucked in a breath, body tensing around nothing as his tongue pushed against your clit rapidly. His hands pressed into your skin, keeping you in a position that suited him as much as he was able.

It wasn't long to ignite the previously extinguished fire, hand slipping into his hair and pulling against his skull as he drank you in, hand joining the party when he pushed two digits roughly into you. The heels of your feet dug into his back, his name slipping from your lips without care. You were close, could taste it within the electricity racing in your body. You knew you had changed, long since lost the will or care to control it and knew it was something he could appreciate, the unbidden trust to let you roam free with another.

You cried out, body clenching as it fought through the motions. He continued the motions, tethering on a line of too much as you came down, body slacking and soft sounds slipping. He removed his fingers from you, moving up your body and planting a kiss to your lips. You could taste it, the ecstasy.

Your actions was bold thereafter, fingers brushing against his chest, evident goal in mind as they stretched to his pants, quickly you fumbled with the buttons, sloppily pushing the material over his hips. He helped in the pursuit, wiggling out of his remaining clothing with debatable proficiency but it hardly mattered once he was free, pressing comfortably between your open legs.

His body rocked into you, cock slipping through your folds and slicking himself in your wetness. You breathed in, the feeling of him so close, so familiar. One misguided rock of his hips and he could be where you needed him. For a moment you thought you could be delirious, drunk on his person if it was not for the pity he often exercised at your disposition.

"I need to be inside you." He breathed, voice rough  as it ran up your spine.

"Please.." Your response came, seemingly hazy as it slipped from your tongue. You pulled your legs higher over his hips as an invitation, fingers slipping across his chest.

He took a moment to press a chaste kiss to your lips, hand slipping to his cock and then lining up to you. You thought you could die when he finally started pressing into you, familiar stretch of him easily slipping into you inch by glorious inch until he stilled, pressed to the hilt, waiting for your body to adjust to the shape of him. You sucked in a breath, eyes slipping closed under the pressure, paying attention to how his fingers ran against the skin of your ribs down to your hips and thighs, slowly tracing patterns that relaxed your muscles, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and shoulder.

It was almost too much, a fantasy mixed with the pain of tomorrow. He would be here, as perfect as you picture, but he will always leave. It was a sting that the fullness of his cock pressed into you could not fully soothe. You could cry at the thought but this was hardly the time, you reasoned. You had to enjoy it while he was around. A few days, he had said. It was something, at least.

It felt way too perfect when he started rocking softly into you, bursts of emotion on your skin as the soft sounds slipped from your lips. Your nails curled over his skin, threatening to mar his skin, hoping for the intensity that it would. His fingers pressed into the flesh of your thigh, keeping you in a position that felt favorable, keeping firm control for the time being. He tried dragging it out, with every drag of his cock against your walls and every gasp.

The call of his name didn't make his plight easier, fed into the primal urges he felt every time you bared your neck to him. Soon he'd give into it, surrender to every part of him he kept under wraps. He'd relinquish control for a moment but only to you, only ever you.

His fingers wrapped around your hip, pressing you to the bed as he moved, firm thrusts into your body that left him speechless, dragged every thought to hazy edges while only you and this moment remained. You wrapped around him like you were made for him, made pliable under his fingertips and calling out to him with every sharp movement. His lips dragged over your heated skin, salt beneath his tongue as he lapped at you. The softness spread over his skin in a moment of primal need, a moment that quickly followed your own and you bared your most delicate parts to him so easily, presenting yourself to him in exquisite vulnerability that elicited a growl that originated deep in his chest.

It felt all consuming, the high of you, the way your body twitched and moaned, the way your pulse ran just under the skin. You'd be spent soon, he knew. If not from the tone of your cries, then the way your body pulsed against him.

"Come for me, (Y/n)." He said firmly, hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. "Let me feel it."

Your body instantly responded to the new added sensation, feeling as though your chest could be ripped open any moment as you climbed the ladder of your own need, breath a secondary thought in the moment until you jumped off the edge, screaming into the air as you clenched around him.

A familiar emotion ran through him at the tightness of you, the familiar pain of your nails digging into his flesh and he repaid the notion in full when his teeth sunk into your shoulder, familiar metal taste on his tongue. The action prolonged the onslaught currently ripping through your body, almost shaking beneath him as you submitted to the moment, closing your eyes and let it overtake you until it subsided.

He groaned when he came inside of you, not really having a say in the matter when your tightness held him in a vice grip, the warmth of you an easy trigger for his own release. He stayed connected to you for a few moments after, forehead falling to press against your own as he caught his breath. Maybe if he didn't leave your warmth, he didn't have to leave this place, this moment.

He took a breath before he slowly pulled out of you, not even feeling the satisfaction of your whimper under the weight of the consequences. He laid down beside you, pulling you easily into his chest and holding you close. He didn't say a word, only kissed the top of your head and kept you pressed to his chest until you succumbed to the darkness. The pain of abandonment could wait for a while, while you were trapped against his heated skin.

#grimm #satanwritesfanfiction #alexander #Pflichttreue #wesen #pwp

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Heisenberg x f!reader || Stolen moments ^SMUT^

Title: Stolen moments

Ship: Karl Heisenberg x f!reader  

Tags:  smut, oral: female receiving, desk sex, no aftercare, porn with feelings

Characters: Reader, Karl Heisenberg  

Wordcount: 2790

***

It was hot. Humid. Uncomfortably so in  the factory, heat raging a fire through the limits of the walls. Sweat  gleaming against skin, dripping and shifting with the clench of muscle  whenever he flexed with the fastening of a bolt.  

Shirtless under  the onslaught of the rise in temperature but still wearing those dark  tinted glasses while his hair was haphazardly tied into a half-bun by a  piece of string he probably found just lying around. The cigar held  between his lips, smoke disappearing into the air. 

It was an  alluring image, however, it was unfortunate to feel the drumming in your  low abdomen at this time of day, more so to have your thoughts and eyes  linger when you definitely had some job you were supposed to be doing,  though the exact details were a little fuzzy at the moment.  

It  had been some time since the last time you fell victim to his charms but  then again, that had been different circumstances. It was unfortunate  that the thought wouldn't quench the thirst within you for a man you  should fear. Last time, was the heat of the moment, you reasoned. Today,  was just due to the heat of the day.  

"Are you going to keep  staring or help?" his voice echoed, casual in the way it reverberated  without lifting his eyes to regard you fully.  

Seconds passed  until you snapped back, shaking your head and starting in his direction.  "Yes. Yes of course." you stumbled through the words as you hurried to  his aid. "Anything you need."

He rose an eyebrow in question as  you stood beside him, a subtle quirk that was barely visibly behind  those dark tinted glasses and fortunately so on his part so the way his  eyes lingered were a bit hidden. He could feign innocence and at least  try to focus on the project at hand.  

"Get me a spanner. 13. Make  it quick." he stated, putting out his cigar on the table. In actuality  he could just fling it to himself but in the moment he needed the   distraction, the distance and sometimes it was just nice to know someone  would help.

You hurried to get what he asked, tools clinking   against each other as you quickly searched the numbers imprinted in the light until you found the right one and walked back, holding it out to him.

He took the spanner, letting it drop to the table   unceremoniously, forgotten for a moment as he fitted a plate into the   cavity of a soldat.  

"Hold the plate in place." again, you did as  you were told. Fingers pressing into the metal to keep it in place. "Do  not let it move." he instructed before making some further   adjustments.  

He pinned and fastened the plate. His brows   furrowed in concentration, a bead of sweat forming and slowly running   down his forehead which he wiped with the back of his hand. Admittedly, this angle on him was worse than where you had been standing previously,  worse on your sensibilities but not sight as your eyes ran down his  exposed skin, the smell of him invading your senses at the close  proximity or perhaps it was the smell of rust and oil pushing you to a  high.

"Ready?" he asked, smirk placed on his lips as he looked up  at you. The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, blush  creeping across your cheeks as you looked into his eyes.  

You  smiled back at the man hoping it would hide your thoughts, nodding as you took a step back to create some distance. You took a breath to try and gather yourself, find some reason between the thoughts that fogged up your brain this morning.

He fiddled a bit more before the machine came to life, light glowing brightly before Heisenberg stood, glancing back at you.

"It lives." he grinned, hands dramatically raising to his sides.

"So  it does." you smiled, a genuine smile at the sight of his reaction. You  looked back at the machine, a marvel even if it was a little   problematic. Regardless of the circumstances, the man had brought back   life in some form and that was beyond what you had imagined you'd   experience in this lifetime.

Heisenberg watched you, the first   person to pay attention to his creations, never mind show some   appreciation for it. He took the chance to steal a glance, a small   consolation in the heat of the factory when he saw a little more of you than he normally would. He remembers a time when you were pressed   against him without a shred of clothing, it was a memory he held fondly but that wasn't something he was going to admit even to himself.. Not   yet, anyway.

He swallowed hard when you looked back at him with   that smile of yours, reminding him once more of just how out of place   you seemed in the factory baked in rust and oil. How out of place it was  that you looked at him the way you do. He knew he should've run from   it, for your sake more than his own but in the end, he had his own   selfish faults and after tasting friendship and well, more literally,   tasting you... He would give anything not to give that up.

He   inhaled deeply, your scent lingering in his lungs as he came to a   conclusion, making a choice even if it were compulsive and selfish.   Something that might further tangle the web that span around you both,   but Heisenberg was only a man. An enhanced man perhaps, but a man   nonetheless.

He took hold of his glasses and placed them on the table, smirk lingering on his lips when he looked at you.

"I  think we've done enough for today, don't you?" his fingers grazed your  skin, pushing a strand behind your ear. His hand lingered as he   contemplated, emotions flowing rapidly and violently beneath your skin   in the small stretch of time.

"I really want to kiss you right   now." his word finally filled the air that hung around you, closing the space between you and him. "Would you like that?"

You swallowed,  throat feeling a little dry at the open invitation. Your cheeks heated  up despite the already scorching temperature. He was asking for a   response that basically ended with a confession, despite the fact that   your feelings towards the man was never something you could hide well.

You  worried your lower lips and nodded, parting your lips when he dipped   his head down to marry your lips to his. Your hands softly pressed to   his bare chest, his free hand resting on your lower back as he pulled   you into him. The kiss started as one would guess, gentle and   questioning but with the quick passing of time, the exchange was heated,  pressing and pulling, lips parting easily for his tongue to slip   inside.

His fingertips pressed against your back and hips with   barely controlled heat, until he broke the kiss, your breath coming out slightly more labored than before as you opened your eyes and looked up  at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, voice soft as he   regarded you, eyes searching for any sign of resistance while his hands lingered on your hips.

You shook your head, perhaps a little too  fast, that spread the heat over your cheeks once more, although   Heisenberg didn't seem to mind in the least.  

"Good." a smirk   spread over his lips as devious as it was humid. "Because I've been   thinking of bending you over that table since you came in here."

There  was a sharp intake of air, excitement swirling in your lower belly at his words, a part of you wishing he had done just that but better late than never.

He lifted your body from the ground, an act that   seemed effortless while your cry echoed as it was released from your   lungs. Your legs wrapped around his hips while he carried you to the   table, metal bits flying in a direction before you were placed upon it   in a relatively open spot, the soldat now in your peripheral.

He   slotted his body between your thighs and crashed his lips upon yours, an  act that ultimately didn't last as long as you wanted when he broke the  kiss to pull your shirt over your head. You then quickly made work of  your bra to get it out of the way. He appreciated the action, punctuated  by the immediate cupping of your breasts in his rough hands, fingers  rolling over the bud and then teasing it between his fingers. You bit  into your lower lip as he played, each action adding to the need and  arousal swirling in your lower belly.

Moments passed and he grew  impatient, hands running down your bare stomach, fingertips tipping  inside the waistband, using the leverage to pop open the button of your  shorts, taking both your shorts and underwear when he dragged the piece  of clothing down your legs.

He took the spot between your legs  once more but now on his knees, eyes running over your naked form as he  pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He smirked up at you at the  first touch, fingers running over your clit in a barely there touch  before his tongue ran through your folds. He sucked on your clit, tongue  pressing and prodding when he slipped a finger into you and pumped  slowly before adding another.

You moaned softly as you leaned back  onto your arms to keep your weight, thinking how just his tongue and  fingers pumping into you was better than anything you could've done to  alleviate the need yourself. Your hand slipped into his hair, the tie  falling from the bun when you pulled against it.

His hands slipped under your butt, squeezing the flesh in his palm before lifting you to meet his mouth more explicitly.

You  were close, could feel it burning just under your skin, a few more   strokes and you'd be done for. That posed a slight problem for your   mind, you didn't want it to end, not so fast. His words, his touch, his tongue. Weeks of thinking about him, and in a few moments it comes   crashing down, the perfect image of him between your legs so momentary. It wasn't fair, half or even a third of the work already done for, if   you were to judge by your previous encounter. You wanted more, didn't   want to go back to how it was after the last time.

Despite the   protests, you came on his lips, legs clenching shut around his head for a  few moments before they fell open again. His motions slowed as you   cried out for him, and simmered until he stopped completely, lifting his  head from between your legs with a satisfied smirk placed on his   lips.  

"That's a good girl." he stated, voice rough but not   callous in the phrasing as he patted against your thigh two times. He   stood from his position, rising to his full height that hovered over   your seated one. His fingers lingered on your thighs, soft skin beneath his fingertips that he used to pull you forward until your feet hit the  floor beneath. He kept you from tumbling to the floor, an uneasiness in  your bones when the weight rested fully on them and so suddenly. "Turn  around, buttercup." his voice echoed, rough and firm that pressed  against your skin as he turned your body to face away from him.

Your  hands pressed against the rough surface of the desk while he pushed his  covered bulge against your backside, lips pressing a chaste kiss to  your bare shoulder, hands lingering on your hips.

"I've been   thinking about this for the longest time." he whispered against your   skin, hand leaving your hip to unbutton his pants. He pulled his cock   from its confines, rubbing himself against you for a moment, groaning at  the feel of your slick coating him before lining up to your entrance.

You  angled your body to allow him better access, biting into your lower lip  as you waited for him to stretch you over his cock, push you to the  edge and then perhaps some more.

He pushed in slowly, agonizingly  slow, stretching your cunt even through your recent high. He stopped  once he was fully sheathed, a slight change in breathing when his teeth  grazed over your shoulder.

"Fuck-" he cursed, hands holding onto  your hips tightly as he fought off the urge to just fuck into you with  reckless abandon. "You feel so good squeezing my cock."

You  moaned in response, sucking in breaths as you waited for your body to  adjust to his size so you could feel him slip in and out of you, feel  him use your body for his own pleasure and push that ecstasy in and out  of you until your screams gave out.

"Please.." you whimpered once you felt the pressure of being stretched mold into pleasure. "Heis.. Please move..."

The  plea had an air of sounding pathetic, whimpering and small. He grinned,  endless skin spread out before him to use as he wills and to have you  wanton and wishing for it was just the cherry on top.

His hips  gave a quick thrust into your body which elicited a whimper before he  pulled out almost all the way, just the head still pressed into your  body, before pushing back in, hand resting on your back and pressing you  flat against the desk.  

You opened your legs a bit more to allow  the needed space to push into you more, taking what he was willing to  give to you as his hips pistoned into you. The front of your legs pushed  against the cold metal of the table while he repeatedly filled you as  sweat beaded down your forehead and moans slipped freely from your lips.

"That's  it." he groaned. "Taking my cock so well, sweetheart." his hands curled  over your hips to the point of bruising, pulling you back against him  with each and every thrust.

You looked over your shoulder at the  man behind you, sweat beading down his forehead and silver strands  sticking to parts of his face as he moved within you. Teeth clenched and  eyes trained on where his cock was entering you. You bit into your lip,  feelings and thoughts swirling in your lower belly at the visage,  pulling your release ever closer.

"I'm close.." you, cried, fingers curling around the edge of the table and turning a pale white at the intensity.

There  was a brief falter in pace, his hand leaving your hip. He bent over   your body, lips pressed to your shoulder while his hand slipped   underneath you to rub at your clit.

"Don't let me stop you, (Y/n)." he stated, voice rough but less than composed. "I want to feel you come on my cock."  

His  finger circled your clit, brushing over the bud in time with the thrust  of his hips. It didn't take much for you to come undone, falling head  first off the edge. The feeling spread and bubbled under your skin,  walls clenching down on his cock while your body released onto him at  the cry of his name.

"That's my girl." he groaned, fingers no  longer pressing on your clit but the snap of his hips barely faltered,  pushing you past your orgasm and into his own, using your body for his  own pleasure until he came a few moments later pressed deep into you and  filling you with his warm seed.

A few moments spent connected  and catching his breath before he slowly removed himself from you,  watching as your combined highs leaked from you and started its journey  down your thigh. A beautiful sight in such a depressing village.

He  took two digits and pressed the leakage back inside you and held it for  a few moments more, relishing in how you whimpered at the contact  before pulling away from you once more.

He pulled you upright,  turning your body to face him and placing you on the table, pushing a  few strands almost delicately away from your face.

"You did  good." he swallowed, frozen in time for a moment. It's all he managed to  say. After everything, it's still all he managed to push out of his  lungs. There was so much more on his mind that he wished to voice, he  needed so much more than a few needy moments but using it as an excuse  to get close to you was infinitely easier than telling you, and himself,  the truth. Telling you the things hidden inside of him that even he  couldn't make sense of. So this was just how it had to be, just these  few stolen moments.  

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Lucifer x f!angel - Grace - SMUT

Title: Grace

Triggers: Smut, pwp

Characters: Lucifer, unnamed angel

Summary: Modeled after the grace scene with Anael but by vibes only.

Wordcount: 2247

***

An emotion deep seated, conflict, chaos, betrayal. She should feel guilt. Guilt over what she's done, what she is helping bring... She could lie to herself and hide under coercion but she knows better, knows it as well as her name when the sparks prickle under her fingertips. He didn't have to force any of it even in their first meeting.

She swallows hard, eyes closed as his fingers keep her neck exposed, lips traveling over her soft skin as he takes from her, each flow of grace from her to him has her aching and needy for something she should not want, each moment that passes has her more pliable as the energy runs throughout this earthly body, she rubs her legs together in an act she can't fully recognize yet.

They're on the bed, thankfully, optimal for her mind to wander, her hands are in his hair, softly running through but he doesn't seem to mind the action or if he did, his need for her grace was a much more pressing matter than his annoyance.

She chews on her lower lip, eyes still closed. She shouldn't feel this way but the problem is that the notion that he's dangerous wasn't enough, he hadn't acted in a way that would explicitly back that up... But some parts of her wished he would in moments like these, to be tethered to the wrong edge of the blade. She thinks of him in ways that she should not, the kind that could cause so much chaos. She was an angel for crying out loud and he, well if the rumors were to be believed, he was anything but his former station.

There's a pause and her heart skips a beat, a stolen glance as he looks down at her content expression, in all his life he would not have predicted this. It's the grace, he could say but he knows there's more to it than that. Grace can only run so deep.

He feels connected to her, her grace flowing through his veins and as the other pieces start to fall back in place, all the ethereal threads mending in his being, there's still her at the middle. He wants more than he had the right to ask. He wants her, every single part of her claimed.

His lips latch onto her neck once more and she can feel the difference, the feeling of the movement of her grace comes to a halt. Its all hers now, the wound he made has closed but he's still on her, his forked tongue running across the expanse of her neck and she bites into her lower lip, eyes fluttering open.

This was a new turn of events and one she couldn't just brush off as easily, neither did she want him to stop but it did cause some anxiety as to why.

She feels his teeth graze over her skin and she bites down harder against her lip to not make a sound. Part of her thinks that she should stop this, that it tethers too close to what she holds hidden but her limbs make no move to do so, on the contrary, she opens herself for him to use and play so freely with this body.

His hand slips under her head, fingers running through her hair and then he latches on, fisting it in his hand. Her head pulls back, a gasp escaping her lungs, a smirk on his own as he dips his own back to regard her. She's watching him for the reason and god, if she only knew.

"(Y\n)." his voice echoed and she felt it ripple beneath her skin. His eyes lingers on her lips. Tempting, so full and slightly open as her eyes followed his movements. His tongue has felt the skin of her neck, felt the rush beneath his fingertips with each exchange of grace but he wondered how other parts of her would taste, would feel. So indignant of his station but here he was. He wanted to dig his fingers into her soft flesh, press his lips to hers and feel the shape of her pressed into his chest. It wasn't quite a common feeling for him to have, perhaps because so few angels have stayed around him as long as she had since his fall but maybe she just brought out a piece of him he didn't interact with before now.

He pressed his lips to hers, a moment passed as slow as the time dilation in hell and then her hands smoothed over his chest, small hands fisting the material as her soft lips moved against his. His grip loosened on her hair, holding her in his palm.

It was an odd emotion running through him. She wasn't pushing him away. She hadn't looked up at him in fear, she hadn't tried to kill him when they both knew she most likely could've succeeded in his state. She was reactive, pliant, considerate. On the contrary to what he'd imagine someone in her position would do, she pulled closer to him, kissed deeper, allowed his hands to wander.

Moments of soft discovery quickly became frustrating beneath the layers of pent up emotion, hands pulling and pushing more specifically as what they needed made itself known with the passing of time. His hands gripped the hem of her shirt, barely restrained thoughts of tearing it sitting at the edge of his mind but still, he made the effort of pulling it up over her stomach and chest and her pulling it off the rest of the way.

He should not have found her earthly vessel as alluring as he did, would reprimand himself later for licking his lips and letting his eyes appreciate the soft skin and curve of her breasts.

She felt her face heat with the way his eyes swept over her and she grabbed his own thin white shirt, pulling it swiftly over his head and throwing it over his shoulder to some random spot on the floor. She worried her lower lip and her hands smoothed over his chest, the hairs tickling under her fingertips and eyes flicking towards his to gauge for reaction.

He allowed her the moment. Not to say he didn't enjoy her fingers and how the swept across his chest, the look in her eye when she became more confident with each passing moment. Her fingers brushed dangerously low, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants when she looked into his eyes, biting on her lower lip when her fingers slipped inside.

Her hand quickly found his member, fingers brushing against it that had him twitching and jaw clenching. Her hand ran up and down as best she could with the limitation until he grabbed her wrist in his hand, a pause as he took a breath and pulled her hand away.

His cock was aching to be freed now, denting against the rough fabric but it would have to wait as other thoughts occupied his mind.

His own hands reached out to her pants, unbuttoning it and pulling down the zipper. Each action feeling painfully slow. He'd have her, he'd taste her, he'd experience her ecstasy before he took her.

He pulled her last pieces of clothing from her body, endless skin open to his eyes but his eyes were glued between her legs as he licked his lips. His fingers brushed down her thighs as he descended between her thighs, goosebumps spreading over skin as he situated himself closer to her core, looking up at her face one last time before his fingers brushed over her clit. Her body gave a slight jolt and he repeated the action before his fingers ran through her slit, two fingers slipping into her as he lowered his head, mouth covering her clit and then sucking softly.

Her eyes closed once more, sucking in a breath as the feeling ran through her body. He continued the assault, fingers softly pumping into her as his mouth worked her over, forked tongue moving and thrusting about as he tasted her, pulling moans from her lips.

Her hips seemed to move at their own accord which seemed to annoy the angel between her legs as his response was to wrap his arms around her hips and hold her down as best as he could with his tongue thrusting over and over, waiting for the moment she finally gives in and comes undone under his ministrations.

It didn't take long for her body to be wound so tight, it burst. She cried out for him when her body gave out, legs trapping him for a moment when her walls clenched. His movements didn't stop however which had her body shaking while he took all that she would give him.

Her breath was labored when he crawled back up her body, smirked playing on his lips as he watched her state. She bit into her lip when she looked at him, an odd swirl of emotion now sitting within her chest that she couldn't quite untangle just yet.

He claimed her lips once more, almost painfully aware of what was going on between his own legs especially when he pressed his body to hers. He pulled away far too quickly for her taste and fiddled with his pants, sloppily pulling them over his hips until he too was as bare as she.

He took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times as his eyes moved over her naked form, chest rising and falling as her breath calmed, legs spread for his viewing pleasure, teeth digging into her lower lip.

He hovered over her, running his cock through her wet folds before pressing to her entrance, looking into her eyes when he took hold of her hips and gave a sharp thrust, entering her in one movement. She cried out at the action, nails digging into the flesh of his back at the sudden stretch and he waited pressed into her for her body to get accustomed to him before he would take her.

He pressed his lips to her skin, softly sweeping across all he could reach without moving too much.

Soft sounds slipped from her lips, a thought lingering in the back of her mind. This was much more potent than the exchange of grace could ever and she was here for it. She had felt the high only moments before but she wanted it again, wanted him pressed to her, wanted him to use her so he'd feel the same. She needed him to start moving.

"Lucifer." she breathed. His motions stopped as he dipped his head back to regard her. She had said his name with such reverence and need that led to an odd sense lingering within him. "Please I... "

Her voice cracked a bit but he understood what she needed from him, pulling out of her only slightly before pushing in as an experiment. A sound slipped passed her lips that let him know she was ready for him. He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back into her, watching as the action reflected in her reaction, face contorting and a soft moan slipping past her lips. He repeated the action, groaning at the feel of his cock slipping in and out of her wet cunt.

Not long before they fell into a rhythm, packing pleasure upon pleasure on their skin as sweat beaded across it. She cried out for him in ecstasy and prayer in a way no one had ever done and he had groaned her name, praise slipping passed his lips as he took pleasure from using her vessel with every movement he made.

Her nails scratched across his back, a familiar tightness gathering in her core. She felt like she was unraveling from within, such need to feel that high again but not wanting this to end.

Lucifer clenched his teeth, the way her nails ran over his back adding to the heightened feeling as he pushed into her. He felt the tightness within him, knew enough to know what it meant but he'd be damned if he didn't feel her unravel first. His fingers snaked between their bodies, thumb pressing to her clit and rubbing along with his thrusts.

Her body responded to the action as she arched into him, only a few short brushes across her clit and her walls clenched down on him. She cried out, nails digging into flesh and holding him near as his movements slowed for a moment. Her body shook slightly with the moment as the world beyond Lucifer blurred.

Lucifer wasn't far behind, a few thrusts dragging out her own pleasure within her constricted walls and he released, rope after rope of his seed painting her walls as he groaned against the skin of her neck.

They stayed connected for a few moments before Lucifer had lifted his head, looking down at her form as her eyes fluttered open. Beaded in sweat and hair sticking to skin. She was a little more disheveled than he had ever seen her and an odd feeling of warmth spread throughout him.

He pulled out of her and laid down beside her, the phantom feeling of her lingering on his skin. He looked over at her bare body, she was still trying to catch her breath. He felt the urge to pull her close, have her within reach, feel her chest rise and fall but he could not. It had already moved way passed what he had intended. She could not be the thing that pulled him away from his goals. He could not fall again.  

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Heisenberg x F!reader || A new dawn *SMUT*

Title: A new dawn

Ship: Heisenberg x F!Reader

Triggers: Lowkey stockholm syndrome, pwp

Characters: Heisenberg

Wordcount: 4230

***

Deep within the night, darkness spread like a blanket in the night with the odd flickering in the distance. The breeze biting into her skin as another growl spread fear into the air. She was safe for the moment, so close to that which could control them but a few more paces and she was playing with fire, would she even make it back in time if that were the case?

Some nights were spent like this, retrospective. She wondered how long it's been, she tried counting the days since she had oddly found refuge here but it's been hard to keep track as of late, but the most pressing question was, how long before her usefulness runs its course?

Sometimes he found her here, a sharp word as he pulled her back into the factory at the dark hours of the night, with her apologizing profusely thought those had decreased with time.

It wasn't quite the situation that pushed her into the biting cold. The thing that really gnawed and got under her skin was the developing feelings that surely would only ever be from her side. Maybe she wanted him to drag her back, proof that he sees her. There were moments of something kinder, but ultimately he stayed cold towards her, barely a notice even when they worked in the same vicinity each and every day.

She admired him. His work, though morally unsound, was ingenious. She also admired the reason behind it, felt a twisted sense of understanding when he spoke on it. She'd never voice any of this, of course, past the involuntary flush of cheeks.

She wondered if she took a few steps forward if he'd even bothered if she'd screamed or even if she would have time to scream. Would he bother looking, would he even feel her absence. Does her life hold meaning?

The door creaked behind her to which she turned, he had forgone his hat and glasses from his usual attire. Her heart pounded, an odd sense of warmth spreading through her chilled body as he approached. No words were spoken, unlike previous occasions when he almost reprimanded her for standing in the cold.

A sigh left his lips as he looked out at the scene in front of him, as he stood beside her, another echo of grunts and growls lingered in the night air.

"Another day and another time I find you staring out into the dead of night. " He commented. "You aren't being held prisoner, you know? You could leave-"

"No." She stated firmly, arms crossing over her chest as her heart pounded beneath it. She knew what was out there beyond his territory. Heisenberg may offer her only emotional turmoil but he also came with security for the time being. "I don't want to leave." She said softly, eyes cast down.

He looked at her demeanor for a moment, she was so puzzling. If it wasn't to flaunt with the idea of escape, why stand here in the wind and weather. He couldn't quite make sense of the oddity in her actions and everyday quirks. She was an odd specimen, one which he'd like to unravel and explore but those specific thoughts were best kept to himself where he could think it through in the deep hours of the night when he knew she was asleep.

"That's good." He hummed. "You must not entirely hate it then." A small smile threatened at his lips as he gave her a sideways glance.

"It's not the worst." She replied, not yet lifting up her eyes to meet his. In all honesty, it was really not that bad, definitely better than the alternative. They both knew this fact but she wouldn't be the one to confess it.

"Alright, come on." He stated, voice rising just a bit as he turned. "I'd hate to be forced to take care of you when you catch a cold in this weather. "

She imagined he only said the words as a jab, that he wasn't really the type to take care of anyone, least of all her. He'd mostly chalk it up to another body for his experiments rather than care for it but nonetheless, she followed him inside. Abiding every word he said since the early days when she didn't know that much about him. A lamb to the slaughter, some would say.

He opened the large doors that led into the factory with ease, without the use of any of his limbs. Another lycan howling into the night searching for its prey as the final send-off as the doors shut behind her.

There was a definite change in temperature as she walked further into the factory, the numbness on her skin now apparent as it adjusted to the warmth.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, eyes not meeting his when he turned to face her, eyes roaming her figure. He knew what it was for, it just usually came much earlier.

"You're no use to me sick." He responded promptly, a step closer, and then she finally looked up at him. She nodded in understanding and he was pulled into another plain again. One he consciously strayed from, it had been one where things would fall away and only one singular thing remained. It made his mind wander, a hundred what-ifs upon a thousand fantasies.

He had to remind himself of the monster he was, how she must see him, but it was so hard when she refused to look at him like she looked at the lycans and soldats or even the glimpses she had of Miranda and the others. She was a hard thing to grasp. She seemed so fragile when he knew she had fight, yet the fire inside her was never actively directed at him and he couldn't fathom why.

He was lost, and then in a moment, everything was stripped away. In retrospect, an all-around, ill-advised decision when he pressed his lips to hers. Naturally, she was shocked but then her hands fisted into his jacket, body pressing closer. A reaction Heisenberg wouldn't have expected from her. He had always assumed she stayed out of self-preservation and nothing beyond it, that she wouldn't and couldn't want to be near him but now... now her lips moved against his as he held her in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to rid himself of some of his layers so he could feel her more prominently, feel her skin against his. He imagined it would still be chilled from her time outside but still soft under his touch.

He broke the kiss and she looked at him with those same eyes that had no business being caught in this godforsaken village, and she bit her lip with cheeks slightly flushed and chest that rose and fell more rapidly than before.

He wondered what more she'd allow, he had no business asking for it, and yet he couldn't stop his mind from lingering. Her hands were still pressed against his chest, it weighed him down when he knew he should turn and walk away from this.

"What are you thinking?" Her voice was small as it disappeared with the wind, afraid to break whatever limbo they fell into. She wanted so much more but she could not ask, could not let him know just how many times she thought about this, she had no right. He was one of the lords and she, well, she was just another human.

"A few things." He responded, hand coming to cup her cheek as he spoke, a soft gesture which did not fit his next words as a gloved thumb smoothed over her cheekbone. "All of which are improper."

She felt her stomach churn at his words, at his touch, a want growing in the pit of her stomach. She swallowed. She had no right, no idea if he even meant it in the way she wanted him to. How could he.. but it's interesting what someone would do given the right circumstances.

She craved him, craved his touch, his attention. She watched him work, watched him rise and fall in his endeavors, each moment pushing her into a need she could not have, one she had managed to slightly satisfy in the deep hours of the night bred out of the thought of him.

She pressed close, lips hungrily pressed to his as her arms hooked around his neck. If she had read the situation wrong, walking down the path into the mouth of a lycan was still on the table.

He held her close, kissing her fervently and pushing her against the nearest wall. He broke the kiss again, holding her wrists and dragging her above her head to limit her movement. She had too much control over him, he realized, but the part of him that should object to it, was oddly being silent.

"You don't want this." He reasoned out loud.

With his body so close to hers, she was intoxicated. Hands held down by his that elicited so many images that it took a moment to register.

"You have no idea what I want." She responded, head hitting back against the wall at his protest, knees rubbing together slightly.

A shadow of a smile moved over his features for a moment. "There's no going back, once I claim you,"

Her mouth hung slightly agape as he spoke, the thought of him taking her, claiming her, using her for his own gratification. She didn't quite mind the idea. Everything about him should feel so very wrong and yet, it excited her. The thought of being his to use as he willed.

"What makes you think I'd want to go back?"She pressed forth, biting into her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed. She moved from one foot to the other when he didn't react immediately, perhaps he was already regretting this..

But then lips reconnected, more insistent than the last as his body fully pressed into hers, fingers intertwining with hers as he still held them in place, a place that held her at a disadvantage but no less enjoyable.

She wanted to press against him, wrap her arms around him, wrap her legs around his waist.. but his hold was proving firm and so she just took what he gave her until he broke the kiss. His eyes roamed over her, an expression she found unreadable, and then it lingered on her lips. She was acutely aware of her breathing as it quickened.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He hummed.

The words brought up emotions, some lingering on anxiety while others fed right into the feeling brewing at the pit of her stomach.

She nodded, cheeks burning up at the words and promise. A smile spread over his lips as she did. She was so innocent, so soft beneath his touch. There were so many ways he could break her if only he had the desire to do so. Instead, he just wanted to get lost in her. He wanted her close, he wanted her safe, he wanted the light she brought with her, he wanted her to always look at him like she did now, like he wasn't a monster.

"Good." His voice came soft before he pressed his lips to hers for a barely-there kiss before he let go of her hands, his own hands lingering over her thighs. He could take her right here, he had permission and her need but still, he didn't want to push her too far. He didn't want to break her and that's exactly what happens to the things he wants to keep. There's no going back, he had told her and it now only occurred to him what wrath he'd be exposing her to.

It was a bit of a debate, the feelings that pressed against his chest and sometimes pressed against other places and then, what he wanted for her. They were oftentimes very different things. She'd give him what he wanted so freely but he could never return the favor and neither could he ever let her go. He had become dependent on her presence, the lingering, the vision. Telling her she could leave seems like such a lie when he's not sure he could let her go.

His hands wrapped around her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly to slot perfectly against his waist,  a soft sound escaping her lips as it did. If he could not give her what she deserved, the least he could do was quell the thirst he knew he had awoken within her, he reasoned. If nothing else, he knew he would've spoiled her for Alcina and she couldn't be taken from him so easily.

He could take her right now, pressed against this very wall and she'd have no objections but something bothered him about that statement, that's not what he wanted. Something within him halted his usual actions, something about her begged him to be different. Something within him felt as if it would break if he ended up breaking her.

Her much smaller hands were on his shoulder, soft eyes looking at him as he held her tightly to him. She was blushing, soft crimson peaking under her skin. He had all he wanted at the tip of his fingers, everything came together so easily.. then why did he find it so hard to act upon it?

Perhaps all he needed was to push forward, simulate his usual demeanor until he fell back into it. He just needed to break through the wall she created within him.

He held her to him, warm skin pressed against him as he walked down the hallway. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as he supported her back. She felt the movement with every step. It was a brisk walk towards what one might call her room and he placed her on the bed, legs hanging off the edge as he came to kneel before her.

Weeks he'd observed her, shared some soft as well as sharp words with her. Weeks of developing this co-dependency, getting used to her presence. Weeks of his own quirks moving away to make room for hers in the factory. Weeks of getting used to how her hair would fall around her face at the end of a work day, how her fingers twitched when she was frustrated, how the fire burned behind her soft eyes.

All in all, he strayed so far from what he once knew, without even noticing how far he's drifted out to sea. She was one of them, just another human.. what should she matter. She had been afraid of him once, afraid of his reactions.. when did that change, because evidently it did change by the way she was looking at him right now, prepared to give herself over to him completely without a second thought.

His eyes lingered between her legs, he's reminded of times he's thought about her, of being buried inside her, when he'd find his release with a singular thought... her.

He clenched his jaw as he looked up into her eyes once more. He'd have her. He'd be the last thing she has. She was his to keep and instruct, she'd be the cause for his euphoria as well. He'd claim her in the way he knew how, by having her cry out to him and being with her in that moment when she does.

Hands pressed forth, fingers fiddling with the button of her pants which she then helped in shimmying out of. It was fast, too fast. It made her stomach churn. She barely had time to process and her mind was foggy. There was nothing romantic about it, just a need in his eyes as he pushed her back against the bed. She rested against her elbows as she watched the man between her legs.

Callous fingertips lingered on her thighs, unappealing panties covering where he wanted to be. It didn't quite deter him as he wrapped his lips around the fabric and sucked softly at her clothed core. He felt her muscles flex under the action and looked up at her when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the underwear, pulling them down her legs until she was left unobstructed before him for his viewing pleasure.

A small taste as lips pressed against her then a tongue moving down her slit. A rush of pleasure echoed as she sucked in a breath. A smirk lingered on his lips as he looked up at her, going in for another taste but this time, his eyes stayed locked onto hers.

She gasped as his lips moved against her, hands slipping into his hair as she allowed him to open her up, fingers pressing ever so slightly at her entrance. If she died right then and there, it was okay, it would've been fine knowing this moment was the last she'd ever have.

A finger pumped into her, circling inside her until her body jerked, a cry slipping past her lips. There were times she thought about it, imagined him between her legs but this, the ecstasy she felt was so much more. She could feel it coming together at the pit of her stomach, faster than she'd normally muster herself and her mind couldn't keep up with the demand as she tried keeping the edge at bay.

She cried out, legs closing around his head as her back arched slightly but he didn't stop, even with the constraint, replacing his fingers with his tongue as he took all that she'd give him.

"Good girl."

And then her legs fell open once more, breathing slightly labored as she looked down at the man. Evidently pleased with himself if one is to judge by the smirk on his lips. He licked his lips as their eyes locked, the remnants of her release still glimmering on his beard. She bit into her lip and it made the picture all the more enticing but there were things he thought might be a little more exciting at the moment, namely, having her completely bare beneath him.

He made quick work of removing his shirt before climbing onto the bed, hovering over her, her thighs fitting perfectly beside his hips. Fingers danced at her side for a few moments as he took her in, before grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it upward. She helped with dragging it over her head which gave him some moments to appreciate the skin being revealed.

Almost there, only the smallest bit of cloth that clung teasingly over her breasts. So close to an unobstructed view, so close to replacing his thoughts of her with a real image rather than what he constructed.

Her fingers worked on the clasp without Heisenberg having to prompt for it and then she spilled fee. Her stomach churned as she did, put on display for his viewing pleasure. So open and vulnerable.

He licked his lips, his calloused fingers running over her bare skin with a barely there touch that left goosebumps in its wake. She was perfect to him. His fingers flicked her nipple softly. She in turn bit into her lip and he repeated the action before his hands moved to the button of his pants.

He dragged his pants over his hips, just enough to free his cock. He stroked himself a few times as he looked at her before running his cock through her wet folds. A small sigh escaped at the contact and then he pushed her legs open a little more.

She was beautiful like this, open for him to take and play with. Better than any of the fantasies even before he pushed into her, even before he heard her moan his name, even before he felt her walls clench around his cock.

It didn't take long for her walls to get used to the sudden stretch, especially with how he played with her clit as he pushed home. All in all, she had been easy, almost comfortable... pliant.

His hips rocked into her shallowly at first as he tested the waters. She felt so good around his cock, he had to resist the urge to just fuck into her and lose himself in her but there was something more he wanted, needed from her. A memory, a moment. He had to remember, savor, prolong.

Hand clenched tightly against her thigh as he hovered over her, watching her face as it contorted, how she moaned with each thrust, as power started to build behind each one. His head dipped down, something primal as his tongue ran along the length of her neck. He felt the need to mark her, claim her as his own.

Her hands were on his back and in his hair, nails scratching every now and then as she held on. Her eyes ere closed as she moaned into the air, hips smacking into hers repeatedly, drawing out a pleasure that she hadn't anticipated she'd have tonight or any time soon for that matter.

Earlier he had said there's no turning back once he'd claim her and he wasn't lying in any sense of the word. Even more than before, he couldn't let her go. His perfect little pleasure, the one thing that was truly his alone.

A surprise whimper fell from her lips as he pulled out of her and an equally surprised expression when her eyes snapped open which he decided to ignore. His hands securely wrapped around her hips and swiftly flipped her over, dragging her hips to his. He had been back inside the warmth of her cunt before see could even process the entire situation.

His hand smoothed over the skin on her ass and then a small smack reverberated that had her gasping at the contact which cause Heisenberg to chuckle. His hand then smoothed a path from her backside down her back and then rested at the back of her neck. He liked her like this especially, pressed into the mattress and completely under his control. A preferred angle to both get what he wanted and have her crying out.

His thrust took a sharper turn, rocking her body forward as she took him over and over, hand on her neck keeping her in the position as she moaned his name. Many bad decisions had been made on this day but allowing him to take control of her certainly wasn't one of them.

She could feel the cord tighten with every moment, she wished she could look at him fully but she also wouldn't raise complaint with the amount of pleasure he was pushing into her body at the moment. Encouragement fell from his lips as he pushed into her, watching as her fingers gripped the sheets below. The grip he had on her neck moved to her hips, feeling his release nearing its end.

She cried out, vision slightly out of focus as she finally fell from the ledge after fighting it for some time. Her skin was on fire, each cell in her body screaming as the feeling took over, walls clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck-" He cursed as she did, movement being constricted for a few moments as her body submitted under the pleasure. She was impossibly tight but he'd make due. Her orgasm being prolonged as he moved, pushing more pleasure into her body even to the point of pain until he too submitted under the pressure and came cock pressed deep into her cunt.

He pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder as they both came down from the high. She had been perfect, just like he knew she would. She wasn't one to disappoint so boldly. He wished he could look into her eyes and see what she was thinking but it was just something he'd have to forego for the moment.

She whimpered when he pulled out of her heat, body falling to the softness below and then he could finally see her, expression and eyes. She was breathing heavy, body layered in perspiration. A little pang of pride that he reprimanded himself for.

He imagined there would be regret in her eyes, clamoring to cover herself after a lapse of judgement, after a tumble with the monster that he is.. but she did none of it, just caught her breath, eyes half closed until he laid down beside her. He didn't quite know what to do with the absence of hate, disgust.. but he knew what he wanted to do.

An arm wrapped around the girl and pulled her into his chest. She looked into his eyes with a question, a soft blush and then she looked down with a soft smile. He wasn't one for sentiment or care and though those parts of him hurt, she had grown accustomed to this. Now, it caused her stomach to flutter as her head rested on his chest. Part of her could've sworn it was all a dream but the throbbing between her legs alluded to otherwise.

She had fallen asleep not long after, the lord running his fingers along her back and her. Unlike her, there were parts of him that regretted putting her in this position, but his most selfish parts overrode those notions, especially when he looked down at the sleeping form pressed against him.

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Jacob x f!reader || Stormy nights ∆SMUT∆

Title: Stormy nights

Ship: Jacob Seed x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, pwp, Scar mentions, doggie style, oral: female receiving  

Characters: Jacob, Reader, mention of Joseph

Word count: 5436

***

Some people hunt danger from high rises, others from the bottom of a lake or perhaps you're more of the speed kind where the end was there before you could see it. For Rook, the danger she sought was buried inside a man, in a sin she felt ashamed to admit.

She thought about him constantly, of his words and his features. She knew how contradictory this was, the way she felt when he was near her while he was the enemy. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature that pulled her to him.

He was dangerous, even just his presence could tell you that but there was a little more to it. She craved his compliments, his touch, his.. attention. She knew it was wrong to feel the way she did, the stories of him that littered the streets should be enough to fill the hate in her fragile body but, it didn't.

She was strung so high all the time, lately with the hunters, with the guilt and again, he played part in the frustration and she would let go of that frustration with the thought of him.

She theorized her thoughts were delusional, that he wouldn't be as gentle as her mind played for her. That he cared only for his own and any feelings awoken within herself would just be a by product. She craved care and control and she didn't mind if her mind lied about the reality of the situation. It would never see the light of day anyway.

Rook sighed as she laid on the foreign mattress, again finding herself in a cabin in the mountains, safely tucked away from the elements. Hopefully the owners wouldn't mind or notice that she stayed a night.

With the photo on the wall of the seeds rook assumed it was the cabin of a Peggie though nothing else in the small cabin would suggest it except for Joseph's word that was placed on the table. It was mostly bare, seemingly forgotten by the world.

Rook bit her lip as her eyes trailed down her body only covered by her underwear and shirt, just how messed up the situation was, was not lost on her. A quick deed that got her off as that photo of him stared at her in some random peggie's cabin, pathetic to say the least. If only he could see her now, not even any resistance to the most obscene thoughts that filled her mind, too weak to even try to. Her own pleasure audibly evident.

She was too lost to hear the door open, the footsteps, a name falling from her lips that shouldn't have been there. By the time she noticed, it was too late. Her most deepest desires were laid out and she couldn't deny, neither could she halt the heat that spread through her veins at that very moment.

Nothing could've prepared him for the situation he now found himself in. When he had made the journey to the cabin, Jacob definitely didn't think he'd run into the deputy and definitely not in such a compromising position.

For a moment he was shocked and his thoughts formed slower than he was used to when his eyes fell on her. She was still half covered from his view but unmistakable was the moan of his name falling from her lips, it was pressing against his chest and then it was gone, drifted on the wind.

The way she looked up at him in terror.   She scrambled away and grabbed the handgun that rested on the bedside table. He should've expected as much but his throat felt dry.

Jacob would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of her in such a way, a way in which she called out his name not in agony, he thought about how she'd feel in his arms and how she'd react in a way that wasn't hostile. He even imagined what it would feel like buried inside her.

Anyone could tell she was beautiful but he'd like to think he had a unique perspective on her, he knew how strong she was but these thoughts were never meant to see the light of day. He was never to even get a glimpse of such a future.

"Quite and interesting situation you find yourself in." Jacob broke the silence with a quick shake of his head.

He seemed unbothered by the gun she was aiming straight at his chest and it irked her but still she didn't move.

"Hadn't quite heard my name said with such.. urgency, in some time." He stated, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as she stood like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. "But then again, this doesn't seem like your first time."

She clenched her jaw. She hated that he was right, hated how his voice was pleading to her ears, hated how she wanted him to manhandle her even if he was just taking her back to the centre. In a perfect fantasy he would take her right there, claim her like he'd done in her thoughts but this wasn't a fantasy, was it? This was Jacob. Of all the things he was, that wasn't something he'd do.

She closed her eyes momentarily before she broke her own silence. "I'm not going back" she gritted her teeth snarling like a wild animal, eyes wild as it locked with his.

"Neither am I, not until tomorrow at least but you aren't leaving here either. Door's locked and we do have unfinished business waiting at the centre. I am not one to let a prize go so easily."

He placed his own firearm on the table, momentarily looking away from her. If she was going to shoot him she has had ample opportunity to do so even beyond tonight. He'd have to push her beyond the edge for her to cross that line.

She clenched her jaw, not letting the pistol drop. If she'd run now she'd be away from him but surely die of the worsening weather outside. She hated how he was so nonchalant about this, that he always seemed so sure of himself. She should shoot him, it would be so easy. Most likely no one would hear the shot and even if they did it would be too late at this close range. One big boulder of an obstacle would be removed. One fourth of her goal.

He sat down, unbothered by the girl still debating within herself. He removed his army jacket and placed it on the table, slightly damp from the soft rain outside. "I am curious though," he hummed. "How did you find yourself here."

She remained silent, arm starting to ache from keeping the pistol trained on his chest but she would not give into him. Would not give him ways to exploit.

He sighed, eyes going back to her. "This is gonna be a long night if you're just gonna stay like that. Look outside, at the least you have a few hours before I would even attempt of dragging you back."

With his eyes back on her, she felt open and unprotected, uncovered. Unlike her thoughts, his gaze now made her feel small.

His eyes lingered for a moment. She had a way of pulling him in and losing himself in moments. He pulled himself back, eyes looking down at his hands. She was just an illusion, he had to stay strong. For Joseph, for the project.

She had dragged the covers over her bare legs. For all that he lacked, there were moments it seemed the man did possess some decency. It was for the worst, it made her question herself. If he wasn't an all out villain, if there was a person hiding underneath then there had to be hope and hope as she has come to know is a very potent and dangerous thing.

She placed the gun in front of her, not aimed but not far, as she watched him taking his own apart. At least she had the safety of him not using it on her in the next few minutes though she knew he wouldn't need it if he really wanted her to submit to him.

She watched him, how his muscle peaked out of that grey shirt, how it moved as his hands worked. Her heart sped up slightly. She was moving into dark waters but there would be no other opportunity to study him like this, see what's really going on under the hood.

"It was raining, the door was open." She shrugged, answering the question he had asked almost a minute prior. She looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes again.

Jacob hummed. "So I'm just lucky you happen to have stumbled into this one."

"I guess so." She stated, feeling a bit lucky herself that he had not mentioned in what position he had found her yet. The conversation was almost civil, he didn't even seem to give her that much attention, he was almost seem unbothered by her presence. It was a odd mix of trepidation and ease, it made her cautious but not curl into herself.

She stood. A simple act and she watched him but he only gave her a slight arch of a brow from where he sat. She pulled the blanket, covering her most intimate parts, closer to herself, covering more of her while also delivering some heat in the cocoon she made. She left the gun on the bed and slowly made her way to the door to which Jacob still seemed unbothered. Her heart beat as her hand rested on the handle, looking out through the tiny window on the door. A storm as he had stated but for a moment she wondered which storm is better to weather as she turned the door handle. Locked. As he had stated.

"You think I'd lie to you?" His voice beckoned and she turned to face him. He was looking at her and he almost seemed disappointed.

"Can't blame a girl for trying." She shrugged halfheartedly as she shuffled back but then he stood, blocking her way.

"Tell me, what are you so afraid of? Is it because you don't want Joseph to be right?"

She looked up at him, heart beating in her chest not only from the question but his proximity to her. It was wrong on all accounts. Her reasoning had been more selfish than he could guess and the thoughts that always swirled with his proximity was something she had grown to suppress, but it had always been easier when there were bars separating them.

"It's not the hell you make it out to be." He continued. For the life of him he couldn't understand why it was so hard to get through to her or why he even tried but she'll understand, once she's through the trials, she'll understand.

"I don't want to lose myself." The words came softly and she took a small step back.

Admittedly, the next step was selfish, underhanded even. He knew how she'd react, he knew on some level she felt something more than hate towards him. He had seen it clear as day when he walked into this cabin but just how much would she allow. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and rested his palm against her cheek.

"My soldiers are not mindless, (Y/n).” He stated as he took a step closer, hand falling slightly towards her neck. "They're just obedient." His attention wasn't entirely on her but rather where his thumb now pressed against the base of her throat.

Her mind reeled. A touch, a name and her insides were on fire. Her mind felt foggy as she tried to get her footing back in reality. Too close to home, too much like her fantasies but she had to ground herself, remind herself who he was. He almost seemed sweet sometimes and she should know better. She knew what he was capable of and still, she found herself in his web wanting nothing more than to have him take advantage of her.

The touch on her throat was insistent, no doubt he felt it every time she swallowed. It was tethering at the edge of danger and she felt herself drawn to it like she had been drawn to him and she wished he'd pressed, if only slightly.

He was close, close enough she could feel the heat with every exhale. Intoxicated. She barely even gave mind to what he had said moments before. His eyes were on her again, eyes locked as he watched her. Lips pink and full, it would only take the slightest push to taste so that's what she did. Perhaps not the smartest decision but a decision nonetheless.

She pressed their lips together. He had all the power to easily push her back, even kill her with a squeeze to her throat. Could most likely crush the bone if he wished but none of these things happened as his hand moved to the back of her neck and held her to him.

It was so very wrong, she knew, but the feelings that it awoke within her made her disregard all reason without a second thought.

He pressed her against the wall, caging her in as he deepened the kiss. Her hands fisted against the blanket as it pressed against his chest. How she wished she had prompted to at least put her pants back on so she wouldn't feel so exposed and she could wrap her arms around the man. Furthermore, it would've been a sight to watch him remove it from her if they ever do get that far.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. He could press further, she'd allow it given the obvious fantasies she has of him but could he take that from her. She'd grow to hate him which would've been fine if it was anyone else.

He took a step away. He already allowed it to get too far, taken too much.

She could feel it all falling apart as his hands left her. It left a frown on her features, wondering if she'd done something wrong. "That's it?" She asked before she could stop herself, judging by her features anyone could tell she was confused and perhaps a little upset.

"You really don't want to allow me any further." He stated, jaw clenched. He meant it. It would only lead to worse.

"So you really just here to torment me." She said, pulling the blanket tighter around her.  

Somehow she felt even more exposed being covered than she would had she been standing bare before him. He had taken the information and exploited it. "What are afraid of, Jacob?" She mirrored the question he had asked minutes before not really expecting an answer.

Jacob sighed. Should've known she wouldn't be one to let go of something even if it would hurt her, always so headstrong to a fault. "You don't know what it is you're asking."

"I don't?" She pushed and in a bold but ill advised move, she dropped the blanket to cross her arms. He was so infuriating sometimes, always thinking he knew better, he's the only one with any authority. Her blood boiled. Every single time she thought she saw some kindness, some resemblance of humanity and he takes it from her.

His eyes watched as it fell. Opportunity weren't as abundant as one can imagine so he made a note to remember this moment later when he was alone. Her outburst however, entertained him slightly. He wouldn't imagine she'd be one to complain for stopping the action given where they stood on the chessboard but here they were, her eyes impaling him while the rest of her looked so inviting.

"That's a little unfair, don't you think?" He said, taking the step back towards her. "At present, you are a bit distracting." He forced his eyes to stay locked to hers. A dare for her to do something perhaps.

She looked up at him, her cheeks felt flushed. This all felt like a severe wrong turn on her part but she wasn't one to back down. She could feel her heartbeat faster but refused to move. "I didn't want to have a conversation."

"What is it you want then." His arms rested on both sides of her head, making her feel caged but not in a way he normally does. Excitement brewed just under her skin in a hope she knew was trivial.

"Jacob, if it's not obvious what I want by now then we really need to reevaluate some things... But if it's not what you want-" she paused, she hadn't quite thought of the alternative after he had pressed into her. She looked down and frowned. How did she not stop for one moment to even consider the possibility. She was nothing more than meat to him.

He watched her face fall. In the current situation he didn't like it, didn't like it one bit. She felt rejected as she pressed herself into the wood of the cabin. For the first time, he saw her look defeated.

He pushed himself from the cabin wall and took her face in his hands, pressing their lips together but unlike previously, he wasn't one to rush it. He just needed to tell her she was wrong, that she was all he wanted, all he thought about since that first night.

"I thought I had been clear on what I want." He said softly as he pulled away. "But I will not be the one to take it from you."

Her stomach fluttered, feelings she buried surfacing all at once. The man she known and the man she wished he was, constantly clashing against each other and she couldn't tell which was true but still, he left the ball in her court. Whatever happened after was on her, her choice.

"Jacob.." she said softly, hands fisting into his shirt. Her heart pounded as she mulled over the next words briefly. "I want you to take it." She bit into her lip, most likely not the best of decisions but he made her feel intoxicated and conflicted.

"I am nothing like you imagine." He pressed still, hands debating whether to relent and touch her.

"I know." She confessed. There was truly no coming back after crossing this line. Everything would be complicated, everything would be messy. She might hate him so much more after but desire is a strange thing. It hopes and it craves and it was no slave to reason.

His hand slipped between their bodies, an experimental touch as it moved over her clothed core, across the slit. She let out a shaky breath. It had been a while since anyone had touched her, much less someone she had feelings for. She had allowed only herself since the day of the arrest.

He then pressed forth, snaking his hand into her underwear, he rubbed at her clit and he felt her muscles tense as the hold she had on him tightened, he smirked. She was reactive and if the moment he walked into the cabin was any indication, she would be vocal.

His finger delved further, pressing slightly at her entrance. "Still want me to take it?" He said beside her ear and then placed an almost chaste kiss to her neck.

"Yes." She shivered, all the thoughts she had couldn't compare to the feeling she had this very moment. Perhaps the wrongness is what made it so exciting or maybe that she had no idea what to expect. He had so far been less harsh than she'd imagined, patient even. Experimental, pressing.

He pushed into her, feeling her body give way quite easily to the single digit. He pumped leisurely, watching her closely. Head leaned back against the wall, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed. It was almost tranquil, all hostility removed from her body as she held onto him. Him, who her alliances villainized. If only they could see her now.

Knowing she would soon tire of the soft sensation, he stopped the movement and removed his finger from her completely. She whined as he had suspected but dropped to his knees. Wordless, he looked up at her as he dragged her underwear down her legs. He smirked as he placed one leg over his shoulder and held her hips to the wall firmly before diving in. A taste.

Tongue licking one long stripe through her fold, he hummed. She was perfect. If he wanted, he could get right to business, have her screaming under him without much damage to herself but this, this was a selfish act. He wanted her, wanted to feel her reach ecstasy without the distraction of his own pleasure. He wanted to remember her when she comes on his lips. He wants to feel it, taste it. Wanted to remember the details.

She felt a bit unstable with only balancing one leg while the other was snaked over Jacob but he seemed to have a death grip on her that melded her with the wall, pinned in place as he attacked her core. Tongue dipping into her and flicking her clit, the motions were erratic and shot pleasure but she needed more. Hand weaved into his hair she moaned and then a hand left her hip, placed at her entrance and started pumping like he had before and then he added another and another until three fingers pumped into her, tongue swirling and flicking her clit. She reacted to the sensation audibly, not even giving a warning before she came. She cried into the air as the feeling overtook her, stronger than her own methods would. She felt unstable, legs feeling airy and breath stolen.

When reality came back Jacob had hauled her up, bare core pressed against his jeans as he carried her towards the bed, one hand pressed against her back to keep her steady.

He placed her softly on the bed. He then haphazardly dropped the gun she had left on the bed on the bedside table on top of the word of Joseph. He'd be so disappointed if he saw him now.

His own excitement pressed insistently against his jeans, bordering on painful. Her hands pressed against his chest as he hovered over her, hands pulling at his shirt, seeming to have lost the strength he knew she possessed. He relented, removing his shirt.

Her eyes widened slightly at the image to which he regretted the action almost immediately, reality seemed to instantly come back to her foggy eyes as she looked at the scarring that didn't stop where eyes did not see. So many horrors and tales behind each one and none he had meant for her to know. In a moment he had forgotten, in a small act he had overlooked.

She looked at him with a mixture of fear and sorrow and he hated it. That which he could see of her own body was not a blank canvas but how could anyone be prepared for a body as marred and signed as his own. It reminded him of what he was, how scarred not only his body was that even someone as close to the horrors as she was, could not look past them.

She rose to her knees, fingertips softly running over his most prominent scar like she was afraid and he caught her wrist which brought her eyes to his once more.

"I'm sorry-" she said quickly, there was a sorrow in her eyes he hadn't seen before like she was hurting as well. "Does it hurt?" Her voice was small.

"It doesn't hurt." He responded, void of emotion as his jaw clenched. Again, he should never have let it gotten this far.

She nodded, barely visible as the emotions turned in her stomach. She reacted, arms locking behind his neck as she kissed him. All emotion she could not voice put into the simple act.

Jacob was taken aback for a second, certain it was the moment she'll reel and run but instead she pressed closer, pressed deeper. His hands rested against the small of her back as he took what she'd give him and then she pulled away, biting into her lip as she pulled her own shirt from her body and let it drop to the floor.

Just as he'd imagined, her own scaring did not stop at her arms or thighs, though they weren't as severe as his own, they were there like badges. And then she removed the only other piece of clothing that hid her from him.

He watched as her breasts spilled from the cups, bare before him. She seemed anxious as his eyes roamed her body. Even with all that she was, all the scaring and defiance, she still seemed too perfect for him to hold and yet there she was at the palm of his hand, under his control.

His hands smoothed over her skin and cupped her breast, nipples pert from the slight cold. His thumb flicked and he noticed the goosebumps form on her skin. He smirked as he moved them, laying her back on the bed as his mouth took the right nipple into his mouth. Teeth grazing over the nipple while his hand flicked the other.

Soft moans fell from her lips as she allowed the moment, hand playing with his hair.

"Jacob.. please.." she murmured and when he looked up at her he noticed her eyes were closed. He knew what she needed, they both did.

"Tell me." Jacob said, hand still rubbing and pinching. "You had been very insistently calling my name when I came in. What is it you were thinking of."

Her eyes shot open, another blush covering her cheeks as the images flashed across her vision. She almost choked at the thought of that confession. She could definitely not give the full confession.

"Come on, (Y/n). Let's share with the class." He said, his motions stopping as he watched her panic. "I'd hate to be a let down."

Her face felt like it was on fire while simultaneously heating up her core. Her deepest darkest thoughts of the enemy that had made her come undone once already and that made her body sing with every touch. She knew she couldn't trust him but still she wanted it, wanted him, wanted him to control her. She hated that he used her name, hate how it made her feel and yet she had allowed it.

"You were behind me." Her hand clasped over her mouth before she let any other details slip like the times she thought of his hand on her throat or him holding her hands behind her back as he fucked into her.

"Hands and knees?" He inquired with a raise of a brow to which she nodded. A smirk spread on his lips as he tapped her thigh. "Then get."

He moved to allow her space to get into position which she reluctantly did. Knees beside his, ass pointed straight at him. A new perspective that halted him from some views did allow him others.

His hands smoothed over the flesh of her ass, squeezing it for a second. She watched him over her shoulder as best she could. Her back was arched slightly.

"Would've liked to have the full view when you come around my cock but this will do just as nicely." His voice came accompanied with a slap to her backside as she felt a bit open to his actions and words.

She jumped slightly from the action and heard the sound of a zipper and a sigh of relief before something blunt was pressed against her entrance. He didn't push in immediately, rather moving through her folds a few times, soaking himself in her previous flow of ecstasy and then he pressed against her entrance fully.

"Ready?" He asked, voice a bit strained. In her thoughts he took what he wanted without question but this was a welcoming change and she nodded. "I'm gonna need your words, sweetheart." He pressed again.

"Jacob, please.." she said, pressing back against him that let his jaw tighten. He pressed into her slowly, feeling her muscles give way slowly to his girth. Her hands fisted into the mattress below and his hand snaked to her front, rubbing at her clit to get her to relax easier. She moaned softly at the contact while her eyes stayed clenched shut. She wanted nothing more than to move on him but she knew it would sting so she waited, impaled on his cock as her body adjusted to his size.

When the pain subsided, she started to move slightly against him, letting him know she was okay. His hands curled around her hips and gave a sharp thrust, eliciting a cry from her. She felt perfect around him, so warm and wet, squeezing his cock as he moved within her. He groaned.

Of all the things she felt tonight, this moment should've been the thing that felt wrong. The enemy buried in her but instead, he made her cry out for him. He made her crave more. Her body shouldn't have moved with him but it did. Every part of her wanted him closer, deeper.

"So this is what you think about when you're alone." Jacob groaned at the thought of her touching herself because of him, a thought he hadn't quite given the attention it needed. "Think of me making you moan like this?"

She moaned but gave no response, she doubted she could even give a coherent one. She fell to her elbows when her own weight had gotten too much for her wrist and looked back at Jacob. For the first time she saw his hair disheveled. She'd remember this moment, how his attention was solely on her but it wasn't quite like the other times, it was overrun with pleasure. The chain around his neck jiggled with every moment. He might be had the rabbits foot but she was the one that felt lucky every time he gave an especially sharp thrust.

She could feel the coil tighten in her stomach, it's been growing and starting to pulse insistently.

"Jacob-" she cried out, nails digging into her palm and clenched her eyes shut. "I'm close."

Jacob clenched his jaw, the thought of her coming while he was still buried in her almost too much to handle. His hands dug into her hip, almost bruisingly. Just a little more. He grunted as he gave another sharp and powerful thrust.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted. "Let me feel it."

A few more thrusts and she jumped off the ledge, crying his name into the mattress below as her walls clenched around him.

His movements slowed but didn't stop.  "Good girl." He commented as he waited a few moments before chasing his own release, hips moving erratic in and out of her until he stilled deep within her.

She could feel warmth spread inside her as he held her firmly to him, groaning as he filled her.

She whimpered as he pulled out of her, body unceremoniously dropping towards the bed. She felt spent and boneless. He then dropped down beside her and suddenly she was filled with a lucidity she hadn't quite possessed for a while as she looked at him, wondering what his next move would be.

His eyes finally found hers, lingering as he tried to decipher the question within them but as usual, she was a mystery to him. There's so many things he wanted and needed from her, some went against her ideals and others went against his. She was at the core of it all and he couldn't help the way his eyes softened as they landed on her.

In a split, mostly ill-advised, second he had his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She gasped but allowed it, head against his chest as she was pressed into his side. She could feel his heartbeat.

Again, she felt just how wrong wanting this was. Knew what would happen in the morning, knew all that was waiting for her. If anything, she had only a few short hours. Him being buried inside her didn't change any of his work  or goals, his purpose as he'd like to call it.

Only a fool would've fallen asleep in that situation but then again, she never claimed to always make the smart decision.

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Eric Renard x f!reader || moments that kill ∆SMUT∆

Title: Moments that kill

Ship: Eric Renard x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, pwp, in his office

Characters: f!reader , Eric Renard

Wordcount: 3052

***

The castle had been quiet as of late, the life had left its walls when Eric had taken his trip almost a week ago. The other staff was still around but as usual they rarely uttered a word, especially to you.

You took care of things when he was away, a task that you could arguably do at home when he wasn't at his home but still, the castle offered a familiarity along with its loneliness, hope along with its longing. A distraction that seemingly also pushed you towards the thing that kept you otherwise distracted.

You walked down the halls, heels reverberating against the walls as you moved, deafening in the silence but also calming in its rhythm and then the rhythm stopped as your heart skipped a beat, for a moment you had surmised you were imagining it. It was too early.

There as you remember him, at his desk Eric sat flipping through pages you had left for him. Now scattered lay the tidy pile you had left.

You swallowed as you walked into the room, smile on your lips. The elation you felt was also the dagger that kept you from moving too close. You knew who he was and he knew who you were. It was a harsh game to play, turning your feelings inside out and swallowing you. You were too happy to see him, too compliant, too easy to read. You loved him but only from afar. He constantly took things too far and you reached to pick up the pieces but it made you bleed from keeping them too close.

"Eric, didn't realize you're back." Your smile reached your eyes and he couldn't help but smile back. You always had a look of pure elation when you smiled and it made the world want to join in the fun. It felt real and not too many things in his life had that essence. He loved that about you.

"I am, landed few hours ago." He replied, pen tapping against the wood of the desk a few times as he took you in. Memory didn't quite do you justice he surmised like he had done before. Nothing could compare to seeing you in the flesh.

"Well, can get you something.. coffee, tea?" Though not technically your job, it was something you'd occasionally do.

"No, I'm fine." He replied with a small shake of his head. "But I do think it's time for a break from.." he motioned to the mess scattered on his desk.

"Hmm.." you hummed in agreement. "It is quite a task, a break would be a wise choice."

"Maybe you can help with that." He raised an eyebrow and you moved closer to the desk, too eager your mind repeated. Too easy to fall to his every whim and request.

"Of course." You replied and watched him push himself up from the chair. "I am here to serve. "

"The Portland situation has gotten a little out of control." He sighed as he came to stand in front of you. "Can't think straight. I need.. a little distraction for a bit."

He cupped your cheek, thumb treading along your cheekbone. It was too soft, he was too gentle with you. Moments like these were too much as the feelings boiling within threatened to overwhelm you.

He took the papers you were holding and dropped them on his desk to join his other headaches and then paid closer attention to you. You were never like the others. You weren't one to withhold from him but unlike the others you didn't submit yourself to him, you weren't something take and disregard. There was a piece of you in everything you did that couldn't be washed away, couldn't be taken even by force. Maybe that was the difference, that he saw you as a person and not as a thing. That he thought you to be special.

"I missed having you there." He said softly, hands resting on your hips and pulling you slightly toward him. "No one laughed at my jokes."

You huffed a laugh. "That's all I'm good for?"

"Not all." He shrugged. "But it makes up a good portion."

He liked watching the laughter filter through your eyes knowing it was because of him that your eyes sparkled a certain way, that the lines forming at the corner of your eyes because of it was due to him. That he made you feel that joy. He was the cause of so much pain and torture which he didn't quite despise but that wasn't something he'd want to exercise on you.

He cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. He'd hoped you would know what he felt through the simple act, that it spoke the things he couldn't admit to you, that you knew he cared for you as deeply as he kissed you.

You kissed back, internally struggling to keep the wall you built from crumbling, from taking whatever he willed from you. The voice in the corner always saying how what he got from you, he could get from anywhere else. You were just convenient. That he'd just turn around tomorrow and have another sharing his bed.

He were pulled harshly from your thoughts as his hand weaved through your hair, bunching it in his hand and pulled harshly to expose your neck to him.

You whimpered at the contact. He angled your body so you were leaning slightly on the desk as his lips went to your pulse point, his actions meek at the start licking and kissing at the skin, testing waters he had already conquered.

Your hand weaved through his hair as he worked, his body situated between your legs as your eyes flicked to the open door, biting into your lip as you assessed the likelihood of someone finding you like this. The thought making your heart beat faster and cheeks flush, fear spreading but in the end only heat settled at your core.

His actions had started getting rougher as time passed, biting and licking after the sharp pain he caused while his hands pulled your skirt over your hips to expose more of you to him. Next he unbuttoned your shirt and pulled away from you slightly to watch you spill free when he haphazardly pulled on your bra to expose your breasts.

You bit into your lip as you removed your shirt and then the bra. Your hands reached out for him, a little unsure whether he'd just want to take you and return to what he was doing or you'd be allowed some skin to play with.

He didn't seem to object as he watched you unbutton his shirt, feeling like it was taking an eternity with how you fumbled with the buttons. Hands shaking slightly.

You could see him already showing through his pants and bit into your lip as you scooted a bit back on the desk while he removed his shirt.

"Fucking gorgeous." He commented as his hands moved from your thighs to your stomach and then your breasts, giving a little squeeze before rolling the tips between his fingers, shooting the feeling straight to your core. "Always so good for me." He hummed, pleased with your response to him. "Today isn't gonna be any different, is it?"

You nodded as your hands gripped the edge of the desk. You knew you were already wet by how your body felt, you were getting impatient but didn't want him to stop either. Didn't want his hands to leave you, didn't want his words to stop, didn't want him to stop looking at you like he did right now, like you were the only thing he cared for in the world at the moment. Like you were the only thing that mattered.

His head dipped to your neck, pressing a chaste kiss before speaking. "I'm going to have to ask you to use your words, sweetheart."

You bit into your lip as you felt your cheeks heat up. Confession, promise. Either way it brought something to light you were afraid he'd reject. Your inner most thoughts.

"Yes, Eric.." you breathed, looking up at him as he pulled away to regard you. "I'll be.. good."

The smile that spread over his features held resemblance to the Cheshire Cat that was half smug and the other half pleased.

"Good." He murmured, hands trailing down your body and for a moment resting on your thighs before gently pushing your legs further open to him. His thumb softly stroking over the your clothed core, watching intently as you sharply inhaled under his touch.

He moved your underwear out of the way and slid a single digit through your folds, teasing as he he moved closer to where you wanted him but not quite reaching the destination. He liked to play with his meal, liked to act like he had nowhere else to be when you were laid out before him, the epitome of patience as he slowly pulled on the strings that would make you unravel in front of him, one by one he'd pull until nothing was left.

You let out a shaky breath when his finger did enter, biting on your lip to keep some of the exposure of earlier but you knew it's a lost cause, hands coming to rest on his arm as he worked the single digit in and out of you, not enough but thankful for the small gesture, you leaned back slightly to offer him more space to work.

"Already wet hmm." He murmured. "Did you miss me."

There was some things he always brought up in moments that were fleeting, that were teasing. An intimacy he wanted to be heard but couldn't understand. The confession from your lips would've fed even the most starved man in his eyes, yet he knew you'd never respond to it like he wanted. You'd never see what he needed, you'd never answer him sincerely because he couldn't tell you you were the only one he asked, the only one he wanted to have a yes from.

Your cheeks heat up but no words escaped your lips, instead opening your legs more in hopes that it would spur him on.

He added another digit and he could hear your juices with each push of his fingers. The angle wasn't most opportune for the action but what he lost in comfort was made up for in the way your face contorted in pleasure, the pleasure he provided you and he decided to added a third.

He could see how you bit into your lip, hard enough you most likely had drawn blood to keep from crying out and he let it be, he'd have you screaming his name before the end of the day anyway. Your walls were pulsing and he knew what that meant and so did you by the way your nails dig into his arm, eyes closing.

"Eric.." his name fell like a plea from your lips, heavenly sweet especially paired with the image of you under his ministrations.

"I know, baby. Let go for me." He responded promptly, thumb pressing flat against your clit and you were lost to the world. Again you bit into your lip, cheeks ablaze as your body shook slightly as the orgasm tore through you and leaked out over his hand.

He removed his hand and hummed as he sucked your juices from one finger. "Good girl." He stated before pressing his lips to yours, tongue wasting no time in entering beyond your lips.

His hands worked just as his lips was, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear and pulling them from your body. He broke the kiss and pulled you to stand. Your legs felt a little wobbly but he kept you upright, pressed to him, his skin feeling hot against your own.

Unceremoniously he turned you and pushed your chest flat against the desk, paper sticking to skin as you were reminded of what this was. You were just there to fulfill a need, he would never see you as anything more than that. That which he provides was just a courtesy, him playing with a meal he knew he didn't have to work for. He knew you'd never say no to him anyway.

Nonetheless, the realization never took away from the pleasure you knew was to come. The burn, the ecstasy, the push and pull. The way he said your name as he filled you.

You heard him unzip his pants and could picture him softly pumping himself with the soft sigh that left his lips to the sight of you and how pathetic it might be, it caused butterflies to swarm inside your stomach.

His hand smoothed over your back as he settled in place, tapping against your feet with his own so you would move to a wider stance and then he was pressed close to your core. He rubbed himself through your slit a few times, lubing his cock with your juices before pressing to your core.

"Ready?" He asked softly, that patience ever present in a situation you both knew he could've just taken what he wanted.

"Yes." You nodded, waiting for him turn your senses to ash.

He held you firmly just above where your skirt was bunched around your middle and push in slowly, teeth clenched and grunting under the weight of finally being inside you. The feeling never ceased to amaze him, the perfection, the view. For a moment he wasn't who he was, for one perfect moment you were with him and everything made sense.

When he was sheathed inside you, he stilled. Breathless but silent you both stood and waited. It was a courtesy but not taken for granted until you started squirming, small incoherent sounds falling from your lips with the small movement and it brought a small smile to his lips.

His one hand trailed up over your back, a feather light touch until his fingers were bunching into your hair and you knew the time for pleasantries was over. You planted your feet as best you could as you waited. He held you in this position as he pulled back and gave a sharp thrust that shook the breath from your lungs and you moaned along with his grunts. He repeated the process again and again until he was in an unforgiving rhythm, filling you again and again as you cried out for more.

His thrusts were sharp and fast and elicited a cry with every thrust, hips hitting against the desk with a force but that slight pain being the least of your worries as you lay overwhelmed and then suddenly, it was all gone as your climax was beginning to grow.

The hold he had on your hip and hair left and you were breathless, barely being able to comprehend what was happening.

He harshly pulled you upright by your arms and flipped you back over, pressing you to the desk and pushing back into you in this new position. This time he didn't hold you down but his hand did snake to your breast for a moment before he settled for rubbing at your clit, watching your body arch into the touch. You were vaguely aware of his voice but not quite making out the words as you cried out, holding the edge of the desk beside your head to ground you. Papers carelessly falling to the floor as you moved on the desk with each thrust.

You were violently shot out into space and then pummeling back down as your body responded to the pleasure, walls clenching down on his member as the orgasm ripped through every cell in your body leaving nothing but elation as he took from you all you had to offer.

He groaned as you clenched around him, watching as your body reacted to him, his movements slowing down not only to witness this moment but also because it had been harder to move but he did what he could, rocking you through the feeling.

"That's a good girl." He breathed, thrusts picking up speed. Sloppily he thrusted, holding onto your thigh for leverage until he too fell from the edge, grunting your name as he stilled as deep as he could manage, spilling himself into you.

You moaned softly as you felt ribbon after ribbon filling you.

Seeing you like this, perspiration covering your body as you unashamedly lay open in front of him, it was a sight to behold, one he committed to memory each time he had the privilege to behold it.

He pulled out after a few moments, pulling you to a seating position and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"So good for me." He whispered against your hair and you clenched your eyes shut. This was killing you, you knew. The feelings you had for him, the things you told yourself. You couldn't protect yourself from him and it was turning fatal. It was breaking you to know this was all you'd ever be afforded. Nothing more.

Equally as tragic, it was killing him. Not being able to hold you, tell you how perfect you were after the illusion had faded. Not being able to voice how important you were to him. How you made him vulnerable. Not realizing how scared you were of the same things that kept him back.

Just like each time, you quickly gathered your things and got dressed as you left him, wordless but still, he allowed you into his bed which had to account for something. He told you, you were beautiful which was words you could hold onto. It was your coffin. The softness you saw in him, the feelings that kept bringing you back to this.

You will continue to work close with him but never close enough. He will continue to tell you words that simultaneously pulled and wrecked you with it's deniability. He knew what he'd be bringing you into if he ever failed at this one task. He just couldn't do that to you. He had to protect you from it and it the process wreck both of you.

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Sean Renard x f!reader || Lingering choice ×SMUT×

Title:  Lingering choice

Ship: Sean Renard x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, no bed, feelings, spanking

Characters: f!reader, Sean Renard

Wordcount: 2410

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Your bare feet moved across the cold floor, satin robe clinging to skin. Choices, that's all life was and you've definitely made some shitty ones, evident from your current living situation. The current lingering choice, however, was definitely on the stupid side. Stupid and cliche, he would never fall for it but even with this in mind, you searched the apartment for signs of life.

You found him hunched over his desk, still sporting a pristine suit despite the hour. His tie was loosened only slightly but other than that, perfectly how you'd picture him. You worried your lower lip, it was still a stupid idea. You stalked closer, footsteps alerting the man to your presence.

He said nothing at first which was slightly disappointing on your end. His eyes looked you up and down, making you feel a little open to interpretation until his attention fell back to his work scattered among multiple papers strewn across the desk.

"Did you need something?" Sean asked, voice even and seemingly disinterested in you.

It was an interesting way of phrasing it, you thought, you definitely had a need but whether he was willing to fulfill it remains to be seen. Under his protection and on his property, you had everything you could conceivably ask for and yet, you'd give away that protection in exchange for something more.. Primal, something only he could supply you with.

"Yes. " you stated firmly, as evenly as you could muster. The familiarity and awkwardness of the current situation mixing into an anxiety you rarely felt. The simple response lead him to glance back up at you as he waited for your demands but it wasn't something you'd like to put into words so clearly. So you moved onto the next stage of this stupid idea.

Your hands reached to the front of your body, fingers working the knot with precision and accuracy like you had done so many times before, the robe tumbling to the floor and pooling at your feet, leaving you only clad in your favorite pair of underwear.

His gaze lingered, you focused on your breathing under his scrutiny. Too much value derived from his acceptance you realized once again. He forced his eyes back to the papers in front of him, finger dragging over the edge of one in hopes to distract himself. "What do you think you're doing?"

You moved a few paces, standing in front of his desk now. He still had to feel something the way he allowed you things, the way you stayed, how he didn't immediately shut you down. A small smile lingering on the edge of your lips as you leaned over the table, propped up by your hands on it.

"Now, I thought the display was pretty obvious, Captain." you stated, emphasizing the last word.

He sighed as he got up from behind the desk, walking around the table so he was standing in front of you, hands placed on your shoulders when he spoke. "You don't want to go down that road again, (Y/n). You know what happened last time..."

You frowned for a moment, taking aback that he didn't immediately accept you serving yourself on a platter for him. You took a breath before looking up at him, taking his tie between your fingers. "That road.. Happens to hold my fondest memories." you responded, perhaps a little defensive. You looked down at where your fingers played with the tie before meeting his eyes again. "Do you regret it then?"

He took a breath. He knew it wasn't a good idea to encourage this line you were both treading and yet, he still lingered.

"No, but you know how it always ends. "

A small smile lingered on your lips, such power in knowing he didn't regret any moment you spent together, that in the end the good had to outweigh the bad. You bit into your lip as you fixed his tie.

"Worries for another time, Sean." you stated, taking firm hold of the tie and taking a seat on his desk, prompting him to follow as you did. "Tonight, I'm just asking you to fulfill a simple need. You can always say no... But you want to know what I think?" you said, spreading your legs a little so he could find his place between them. "I think you want this this just as much as I do."

A few seconds marched by, punctuated by the slam of your heart against your chest and for a moment you thought he might actually surprise you and walk away but then he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips firmly to yours. You smiled into the kiss briefly before diving back in, like being lost in the desert without knowing it to suddenly drowning, gasping for air in a sloppy display of teeth and tongue.

His mouth made a descent down your neck, open mouthed kisses on sensitive skin and you tilted your head back, allowing the man access to whatever he desired.

"This what you want?" he spoke against your skin, hand at the base of your neck and keeping you near him.

You bit into your lip only slightly. "You know what I want... But I'd say its a start. You know you don't have to hide it from me"

You felt him smile against your skin, feeling the change beneath his skin, hands slipping down your body and resting on your hips. "You're incorrigible... But I'll play."

The words barely left his lips before his grip tightened, flipping you over with such ease. Your legs buckled in the process, hitting the desk, a cry slipping past your lips. He pressed your chest into the desk by the hand that he slipped into your hair, scattered paper underneath you seemingly losing its value for the moment. You felt a firmness pressed to your backside as his free hand moved over your back gently and then it stopped just at the dip of your ass, the smack playing against the walls of his office.

You gasped at the contact, biting into your lip as you spread your legs a little more as you moved through the sting it caused. Another sharp smack landing against your skin, a sound slipping past your lips, feeling yourself get wet under his movements.

You anticipated another hit but instead his body moved away slightly so he could move your underwear to the side, pressing his thumb to your clit. He bent over you, clothed chest pressing to your back as he spoke, thumb flicking your clit.

"That a little better for you, sweetheart?" he murmured.

"Yes." you breathed under his ministrations.

His hand stopped moving against your lower region, planting another smack to your thigh. "You're going to have to be a little louder, princess."

You closed your eyes. "Yes, Sean." you cried out and bit into your lower lip..

"Good girl." he responded, tapping against your thigh twice before lifting himself from you. Both hands left your body but you didn't dare move, feeling his fingers slip into the hem of your panties before pulling down, slowly. You stepped out of the material when it pooled around your ankles. His hands covered your legs, spreading over your skin as they made their ascent up your legs until they lingered on your ass, a firm squeeze as he admired the view he had from his position.

He stood, running a single digit through your folds and gathering the wetness there before pushing it into you.

"You're wet." he hummed, pushing the digit in and out of your cunt. It was really not enough to cause sufficient friction but definitely enough to grate on your nerves which had your hips pushing pack on him. "A little needy today, aren't we?" he chuckled lightly.

He removed his finger from you, letting you know just how ready you were for him to take you when you felt the emptiness it left.

He pushed the digit into his mouth, humming at the taste of you. "The one thing you don't think about missing is taste and yet it persists."he stated, promptly followed by the sound of him unbuckling his pants.

You bit into your lip, fingers curling over the edge of the desk as you waited to be filled by one of the few people who really pushed you, who knew you. You spread your legs a little more when you felt his hand placed on your hip, feeling something warm and blunt pressed against your cunt. He ran his cock up and down your folds, grip on your hip tightening as he did before he bent over your body once more.

"Ask me nicely, (Y/n)." he whispered. "Beg if you really want it."

You wanted nothing more for him to plough himself into you, feel him stretch you and use you. You knew he'd give it to you, give into you.

"Please Sean." you whimpered almost pathetically with his cock resting against your entrance, so close to feeling full, so goddamn close to having the itch scratched. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

"That's a good girl." he responded, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder before standing up straight, one hand on your hip and the other on his hard cock as he pushed into you, achingly slow he pushed until he could no more and was buried fully inside your warmth. You sighed contently at the stretch as he stilled, body quickly giving way to the welcomed intrusion.

The first movement was shallow, front of your legs hitting against the desk but nonetheless, you gasped at the action. He repeated the action once more before moving in and out of you, picking up the pace with every thrust of his hips. He held your hips as he entered you over and over, sharp thrusts that beckoned your cries, his name lingering on your tongue as you craved more of him.

His hand left your hip, taking hold of your wrist and dragging it behind your back and keeping it there as he fucked into you. You could a feel a bruise was going to form at the front of your legs by the way he was pushing you against the desk, not at all an unwelcome thought, a reminder for a few days would be a nice gift to send you off with.

Your entire body was on fire by the time you felt your release fast approaching, shock waves pulsing through each time he'd bottom out.

"I'm close-" you cried out, walls fluttering around his cock. You tried holding on, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting him to pull out of your cunt just yet but it was really not up to you with the way he held your body, way he controlled the movement, the way his cock moved inside of you.

"Come for me, (Y/n)." he grunted, thrusts only slowing for two counts, one hand letting go of you to rub against your clit. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

Your release came fast after that, walls clenching around his cock, pleasure running through your body as you submitted to the feeling.

"That's it, sweetheart." he grunted though his pace didn't slow down. "So fucking tight." his hand landed against your thigh again, the sound reverberating as he sloppily thrusted into you until he stilled, pressed deep into your pulsing heat when he released with the sound of your name.

The sound of catching your breath lingered in the air as he filled you with his seed. You whimpered when he pulled out of you, a sudden emptiness as your combined liquids started leaking down your thigh. He turned you around so you were back to sitting on the desk, some of the paper underneath definitely needing to be trashed. You were clad in only your bra while he hadn't really physically removed any of his clothing. He removed some of the hair out of your face in a gentle gesture. It wasn't fair given the weakness it caused to your heart.

"I'll get something to clean you up." he spoke softly, all firmness gone from his voice and expression. His hands left you and he walked out of the room, returning after a few moments with a warm cloth. He pressed it to you, working gently against your sensitive cunt to clean all the remnants of the deed. You watched his face as you did, the thoughts the action brought had trapped you. Unresolved feelings and thoughts. You had some bold words to say before but now it felt stupid, especially how small and weak you felt for needing his approval, his attention, his care.

"Do you really think it all ends in tragedy for us?" you asked, voice hoarse.

His eyes met yours and expression looked more sad and then he sighed, his movements stopping as he regarded you. His eternal weakness. If only he could let go of the things you made him feel, of the attachment he has grown to crave.

He placed his hands on your thighs. "I think everything involving you is complicated."

You nodded, looking down. You couldn't really fault the man for the answer, just look at the current situation you got yourself in... Just look at every choice you made at every step. It couldn't be easy for him but it still brought a sting to your eyes knowing that even when he's forced into such close proximity, it all was still such a dead end.

He placed his hand under your chin, forcing your glassy eyes back up at him. "But I can admit, they're not without merit, (Y/n). I'd make the same mistakes again and again if only you asked me."

There was a moment of silence between you both as you looked into his eyes, wondering if it could be true, if you really deserved to ask that of him in the first place. He excited you and made you feel safe but could you hope?

You pressed forth, hand curling around the base of his neck as you pressed your lips to his, pushing your fears and hopes into that small action. Perhaps there wasn't any hope for people as convoluted and broken as this, maybe there was only heartache and destruction of self and each other, but he was still willing to live through that for a moment, regardless of cost. Perhaps that was enough.

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Karl Heisenberg x f!reader || caught - SMUT

Title: caught

Ship: Karl Heisenberg x f!reader

Triggers:  smut, oral: female receiving, Masturbation, getting caught, penetration, no aftercare

Characters: Reader, Karl Heisenberg

Wordcount: 2654

It was wrong to think of him this way, he was immoral and often times cold. It was wrong to act on those thoughts but how many times can she wave off the images and scenarios her mind so effortlessly provided. How she imagined his biceps would flex around her as it did when he was working, how he'd grunt like he did when he was frustrated.

She moaned softly as her fingers rubbed against her clit before entering her again, biting into her other hand to keep the volume down. She imagined his lips on her, tongue, teeth. Imagined he'd be the type to not be the most gentle, the type to take rather than give but in the safety of her mind that was fine.

Fingers thrusted and curled inside her as she felt a release coming, her other hand squeezing and then rubbing at her nipple. "Oh, Karl." Her voice lingered and she clasped her hand over her mouth and listened, only the ambience of the factory as her heart pounded and then her fingers continued, a little set back from her destination but no matter, she'd still get there eventually.

Unbeknownst to her how the man had stopped in his tracks with the call of his name, brow furrowed as he looked back from which the sound had came, she hadn't sounded like she was in trouble and her room had been off limits for the creatures dwelling within the factory but you never know with these things.

There was nothing that could've prepared him for the sight before him when he slowly peeked into the room. Legs open, hand working within her cunt with the other clasped over her mouth and her eyes clenched shut. He felt himself twitch in his pants and clenched his jaw.

Previously he had been plagued with his own thoughts of her, what she'd look like if he were to be buried inside her but he knew that's where they had to stay, buried deep within himself. She could never love a monster, could never see him as something apart from his actions but those thoughts were now in question as he saw her please herself at the thought of him, it forced him to reevaluate his situation.

"Well, isn't that a sight."

The words pulled her out of her thoughts, out of her pleasure, thrusting her into reality and giving her whiplash. She froze, almost screamed as she opened her eyes and then they were on him. She flushed, her face felt like it was on fire as she scrambled to cover herself and hide her actions.

"Oh no need to do that on my account." He smirked, hand motioning towards her.

Her mouth was agape, no thoughts entering her mind as she stared at him, eyes wide.

Heisenberg knew he was enjoying the situation a little more than he should but it wasn't every day he gets such an open glimpse of her with a confession of her attraction and need, he had to to remember her like this for the future where he can savor the thoughts.

"Come on, sweetheart." He chuckled softly. " Don't tell me cat got your tongue?"

She blinked, throat felt dry as her heart pounded in her ear. "I'm sorry." Her voice squeaked, hands curling tighter into the blanket covering her naked form. What else could she say when she wanted to just disappear. How could she hide from what she felt and even worse that he could use those feelings against her now.

"Oh no apologies needed, kitten." His hands clasped together, the sound reverberating against the walls as he took a step towards her. "If you had let me know, I would've been happy to assist. I've been nothing if not courteous with your stay here."

Her eyes followed as he moved closer, cunt throbbing at the thought of him. It would be so easy to give in, he had been the only thing she had thought of in the last few weeks. She could get what she wanted, needed, craved but it came with such warning signs.

His gloved finger smoothed over her cheek as he stopped next to her bed, voice soft as he spoke. "Isn't that what you want?"

She swallowed. Of course that was what she wants but it came with the added fear of verbal confession. Did she really trust the man to not just use her confession against her, to even go through with it. Surely he couldn't see her the same way she saw him. Surely this was nothing more than a game, momentary entertainment.

He sighed. He could see the gears turning in her head but for what he couldn't quite figure out. His terms had been clear, had it not? She had been unusually quiet, ever for her. Perhaps he had it all wrong, it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps she was scared of him. Perhaps she had thought of his as a monster like he'd imagined.

"I won't ask again." His voice was softer, the last thing he wanted was her to fear him like everyone else did. She was his only confidant, only friend even. He could not lose that at a time like this. He couldn't lose her.

"I do-" She stated softly as she looked down, she couldn't say it to his face and risk the rejection she might find in them. "Want that."

A smile formed on his lips even if she was evidently scared of something still, vocal confession that she at least felt an attraction towards him. It was a start. He bent down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss when he tilted her head up. She tasted so sweet, it was jarring in a place like this that was filled with so much blood and rust. She didn't quite fit right in this place and yet she stayed, she smiled, she lit up a dimly lit place. She offered a softness that he'd never admit he needed.

He moved to hover over her without breaking the kiss. He had wanted her for so long without an idea that she had felt the same. Thought about being buried into her so many times not knowing she had been plagued with similar thoughts. Thought about how she'd feel and taste and now it was within reach.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as lips worked together more fervently with each passing moment, her legs falling beside his hips as he softly rocked into her. For a moment she regretted covering her bare body moments before, perhaps then she could feel the sensation more clearly each time his hips pressed against hers but now it felt muted, her need growing with every little motion that didn't give her what she needed.

He broke the kiss, smirking down at her as he slowly dragged the blanket over her body to expose him to her abdomen. She flushed a deep shade of red as his eyes lingered on her cunt. She felt the need to close her legs but steeled herself, especially when his hand came to rest on her thigh. He was so close. Breathing feeling heavy as her stomach churned at the thought.

He bit into his the tip of his glove and pulled the glove from his hand, discarding without much care. He looked up at her as the first touch came, feather light over her clit and then a long line through her folds. Hands clenched into the blanket still around her upper half.

So many times she thought of him, so many times his name were on her lips but not one single one of those times could compare to the way it felt knowing it was him, how he experimented and pressed, how her body easily responded and gave into him.

"So wet. " Heisenberg hummed, retracting from her and licking his finger that had been covered in her slick. "Fuck that's good, sweetheart."

His hand was on her again, single finger pressing into her slowly, his eyes trained on her cunt as he watched her walls take him in imagining how it will be when it's not his fingers pushing into her. He felt himself twitch at the thought and clenched his jaw.

She moaned softly as he pumped, hips meeting his hand as she searched for that sweet release she was pulled away from when he walked in. He added another finger and watched her for a moment, body seeking out more sensation from him, eyes closed as she moaned for him. A sight to behold, a sight he would play over and over if he never gets a chance like this again.

He added another finger as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked softly, her eyes flicking down at him at the new sensation. His beard scratching at her inner thighs, the sight of him between her legs looking up at her, alone could've made her come undone. Hips bucked against his lips and he held her down as much as he could with his only free hand until she cried out. Back arching as her body shook but the sensations on her didn't stop when he replaced his fingers with his tongue and it was prolonged, curses and versions of his name falling from her lips as he drank her in.

When he finally let go of her, she was breathing heavy. He slithered back up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips that quickly turned heated. Her hands were on his back and in his hair. She got what he promised, had her release but even with the thought that he couldn't ask more from her, he craved every bit of her. He wanted to take her, claim her, have her cry out his name for everyone to hear. He wanted her in every way possible.

His hand smoothed over her skin, under the blanket that still kept part of her hidden from him and squeezed.

She broke the kiss, eyes unsure as she pulled the blanket completely from her form. Completely bare before the man, she swallowed. On display before his eyes, her heart beat in her ears while he had offered no collateral of his own.

Eyes took in what it had been kept from and he licked his lips. Even with every scar and mark, she was the most beautiful thing in his eyes. She was perfect for him. His head dipped down to her neck and breathed her in. It would change everything.

"If we do this, there's no going back."

Her hand tangled into his hair and petted slightly. They could hardly go back to how things were with what he had already done, even if she had rejected him there was no going back from the knowledge what she had done.

"I know." She spoke softly. She didn't want to go back. She wanted him, wanted him to take her in whichever way he wanted. Wanted him to use her for his own pleasure. Wanted him buried inside her. She wanted it all.

He looked back at her. "You sure? I could leave right now, no hard feelings... I..I won't be gentle."

"I'm sure." She replied, hands starting to unbutton his shirt. Next to go was his pants and shoes then the single glove he hadn't removed until he was as bare as her.

His rocked into hers a few times, covering his cock in her slick as it rubbed against her, working through her folds.

"Karl-" she breathed. "Please just-"

"Shh." He spoke softly against the skin on her shoulder. "I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

His hand reached between them, wrapping around his cock and lining up to her entrance. She whimpered as he pushed into her slowly, rocking shallowly as he went deeper. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his back and closed her eyes. He was buried in her, beyond her wildest dreams she never would've thought there was a chance and even through the sting she craved him.

Her eyes opened when she felt sensation against her clit, the man trying to get her to relax around him so he could have his fun with her. It worked to a degree, soft sounds escaping her lips.

When she had relaxed a bit, he rocked into her shallowly. Soft sounds falling from her lips as she moaned. It was a little too soft for her liking but she allowed the man the chance to experiment with her body, pushing off on her own gratification while he played.

She hadn't been prepared when he suddenly thrusted into her all the way, eliciting a cry from her. He chuckled softly and repeated the action then started falling into a more comfortable rhythm, hips smacking into hers as he hovered above her. She felt so perfect around him, squeezing his cock like she was made for him.

"Taking me so well." He breathed between thrusts. "Such a good girl."

She moaned and cried, holding on to the only thing that felt solid which just so happened to be him. It had been a while since she had been with anyone but she was fairly certain she'd never had it this good. Her skin was on fire as her fingertips dug into the skin on his arm, each thrust pushing her so much closer to a release she wasn't ready to have yet.

Eyes clenched shut as she fought off the feeling, legs wrapped around his hips, his hand digging into the flesh of her thigh as the other kept him upright so he wouldn't crush her beneath his weight.

A constant rhythm as he pushed into her, pushing her to the edge and she felt like she wasn't ready. It was too soon, she still wanted so much. She didn't want it to over just like that. It's been so long since she felt so high, so good, so full.

She barely felt his teeth as it grazed over the skin at her neck but she couldn't mistake the words that fell from his lips.

"Come for me."

It was a simple request really, one she could easily fulfill but it meant an end, a loss.

"I want to feel you."

But sometimes one doesn't have a choice in these things and an end comes no matter how much one fights, how hard you try. Everything always had an end.

Her nails dug into him as she came, every part of her feeling it as she cried out, back arching into him as her walls clenched. She had said a version of his name like a mantra a few times as she clung to him and he felt it a bit hard to move like he wanted but he allowed her the moment of ecstasy before he'd take from her.

Her breath was stolen, ripples on her skin  but then more with each thrust into her prolonging the ecstasy she felt until she felt almost limp in his arms.

His thrusts were sloppy as he searched for his release within her, her walls hugging him so perfectly until he came inside her. He had stayed pressed into her for a few moments more until he felt he had none more to give and he pulled out of her with a grunt.

He had fallen beside her, no words exchanged as she pulled the cover over her again. The best release she had in months but it came with such consequence. Perhaps it would've been fine if what she had felt was only physical attraction, if it was all lust but she knew it was more and she knew indulging in it was a mistake but sometimes it's hard to tame a heart and sometimes the best way to learn is to feel it so violently it drowns you.

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