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[wileys-russo]

ignorance is bliss ficlet II l.williamson x reader

my angry cinnamon roll gf’s 🤭

feel free to read the proper full fic that this is a spin off from here

ignorance is bliss ficlet II l.williamson x reader

"did she say she wasn't coming?" lia asked again with a frown as you shrugged hopelessly, just as clueless to your girlfriends absence from training as the rest of the team, leah now almost an hour late and not answering anyone's calls.

"no she was already up and getting ready when i left, she seemed fine?" you explained, having left before your girlfriend to get a coffee with lotte who had then driven the two of you to training, leahs unusual absence causing a pit of worry to form in the bottom of your stomach.

"oh thank god here she is hold on.” you breathed a sigh of relief as her contact flashed on your screen.

“may i please be excused quickly jonas? its leah." you asked softly, wincing as you interrupted the briefing and felt everyone’s eyes watching on as you hurried out of the room, accepting the call.

"leah where the hell are you? you're late and you're never late! in fact you are always on my case about making us late to things." you rambled, stepping outside and holding the phone to your ear.

"yeah uh, i sort of…ran into some car trouble on the way there." leah replied in a strange tone of voice making you frown. "car trouble? whats happened? are you alright?" you questioned quickly with growing concern, leaning against the wall behind you as your mind raced with all the worst case scenarios.

"well..." leah trailed off and you waited patiently for an answer but there wasn't one. "well? just spit it out lee, as long as you're safe we can fix whatever happened, a car is only something material babe." you assured her softly, feeling your chest tighten with nerves at her obvious hesitation to come clean.

"no no it wasn't an accident or anything I um, well I-" leah danced around her words and you felt your patience thinning, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"isortoflostmylicensecauseigotdonespeedingagainandineedyoutocomeandpickmeup." your girlfriend word vomited so fast you couldn't make out a single word of what she was saying. "what? slower please lee." you pinched at the bridge of your nose, exhaling deeply.

"i sort of lost my license cause i got done speeding again and i need you to come and pick me up…please." leah repeated and your eyes widened as you finally understood, the silence on your side of the line causing leahs stomach to twist into knots.

"please don't be mad i know you're always onto me about it and i really think this is the thing i needed to learn my lesson but- hey are you laughing at me?" leah frowned as you doubled over, resting a hand on your knee as you were indeed laughing at the predicement.

"oi its not funny! i can't drive for three months now!" leah shouted and you could almost hear the stroppy pout which would be forming on the older girls lips.

"it is funny because i did in fact warn you of this time and time again and you never listened. i told you so!" you sung out with a grin, leah somewhat relieved you weren't upset with her but also not appreciating that your amusement was at her expense.

"too bad i wasn't there to flirt your way out of it huh?" you smiled smugly, rewarded with an annoyed huff and a half understood grumbled insult.

"sorry what was that? you're going to walk to training? wonderful i'll see you soon!" you teased, leah yelling out a hasty apology and practically begging you not hang up, something which was more than rare from your normally over confident girlfriend.

"please come get me! i'm stranded and it's really embarrassing, what if someone recognises me?" leah whined and you rolled your eyes that of course that was her biggest concern right now.

"why don't you just sit in the car then while you wait?" you sighed with a small smile, the silence on the other end telling you all you needed to know.

"oh leah....you didn't. not again!" "stop leah'ing me, you sound like my mum!" "oh i can't wait to tell your mum about this." "don't you fucking dare!"

this was not a one off occasion. leah determined to buy the most tricked out car she could had spared no expense on the bells and whistles, though one of these had time and time again meant she’d locked her keys inside the insanely posh vehicle.

"baby i warned you when you bought that stupidly expensive car that the self locking feature would bite you in the ass." "now is so not the time for an i told you so. just come and pick me up!" "come pick you up..." "right now?" "leah!" "sorry. please please please come pick me up gorgeous. i love you?"

"i'll get someone to drive me now. you know you could just get an uber leah." "what did i say about leah'ing me!" ~

"there she is." you pointed out your girlfriend with a grin as katie slowed down a little, leah sat on the curb with her hoodie pulled over her head, clearly attempting to hide herself but the glaringly obvious red and blue arsenal tracksuit did her no favors.

"she looks like that kid who runs away from home gets about five minutes down the road and calls for their parents to come pick them up!" beth laughed at your girlfriends sour expression as you pulled beside her, though you'd note that to the others in the back all pointing and teasing her.

"you had to bring a crowd?" leah grumbled, standing to her feet and crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at beth and laura in the back who were pulling faces at her.

"what’s to say other than we all just had to witness the miracle for ourselves!" katie beamed as you leaned over and whispered something quickly in her ear, the irish woman nodding subtly with a smirk.

"go on then speed demon in ya hop!" katie teased, leah reaching for the door handle as she suddenly jerked the car forward and away from her, the four of you grinning as leahs jaw tightened.

“come on leah, in we get!” laura called out much like you would encourage a dog to return to its owner, which was not lost on leah who gave the younger girl a frighteningly filthy look.

"come on woman we haven't got all day you know!" beth tapped at her wrist mocking the time as once again leah reached for the door and katie moved the car forward slightly, sending the four of you into hysterics like naughty school kids at the back of the bus.

"nah you know what fuck this! i'm walking." your girlfriend fumed, kicking at the back of katies car and storming off down the road. you were quick to unbuckle yourself, jumping out and racing off after her as the girls all called out for her to get in the car.

"baby, get in the car." you grabbed her hand, looking at her with an amused smile as the taller blonde simply glared back at you wordlessly as you wrapped yourself around her in a hug, her arms remaining stoic by her side as she refused to engage in it.

"relax the face, relax the face." you cooed sarcastically and stroked at her forehead and cheeks trying to smooth away the deep frown lines as the defender smacked your hands away but you saw a hint of a smile grace her features as you stole a quick kiss and tugged her back with you towards the car.

leahs frown deepened as she was met with slow claps and she slid in the back beside laura, flipping them all off and sinking down into her seat.

"good news mccabe. as my work wife you have now been promoted and unlocked a new daily task. driving us to training!" you grinned as the irish woman rolled her eyes playfully.

"only if you caress my thigh and hold my hand like you do with blondie darlin." katie smirked at leah through the rear view mirror as you agreed, reaching out to accept her offered hand, intertwing your digits over the middle console.

"mccabe if you'd like to ever walk again i'd suggest you not touch her, or else i may have to accidentally studs up tackle you in every single drill." leah warned seriously, katie only grinning and bringing your intertwined hands up to her mouth, kissing your knuckles as you sarcastically swooned and leah huffed.

"now now don't worry, i'm sure vivs happy to share." beth teased, holding her hand up toward leah expecting her to kiss it as the blonde simply shot her a murderous look and smacked it away.

this was going to be a long three months.

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[lovinkiri]

Just A Speech

Katsuki Bakugou x GN!PR Manager!Reader

Description: You love Katsuki to death, but being his PR Manager was one of the hardest things you'd ever do. Especially at award ceremonies.

Author's Thoughts: Was thinking of being Bakugou's poor PR Manager and I was like "but imagine marrying him too"

You sighed, crossing your arms as your husband did the same. Reaching up, you pinched the bridge of your nose. And for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was your shoe tapping against the ground.

Katsuki Bakugou. You loved that man with everything in your being, but God he made your job harder sometimes.

All you wanted him to do was say a few words when accepting his reward. That's it.

You knew your husband hated speeches and as his partner, you could support that. But as his manager? You couldn't just let it go.

So there you two stood, outside of the ceremony room. Trying to sort this out before they called his name.

"Katsuki, it's just a few words. You don't even have to give a speech. Just a couple of sentences." You pleaded with him, looking up at him.

He scoffed and looked back at the door, only a few words leaving him. "I don't wanna."

It was said so childishly that one half of you wanted to laugh and kiss his pout, while the other wanted to throw something.

You sighed in frustration. "Please, Katsuki, I don't want much from you. You know we have to tread carefully. Especially since you yelled at that kid last week."

He looked back at you quickly, getting upset at the memory of how quickly he was judged for the misunderstanding. "That kid fuckin stayed in a collapsing building to get an autograph from me. Of course I yelled at him."

You walked over, quickly cupping his face in your hands. "I know that babe, but they don't. Maybe this is your opportunity to clear things up?" You suggested.

Katsuki immediately relaxed at your touch, leaning into your hands and grumbling under his breathe. "... Can we just go home?"

"As your manager, I can't let you do that. I'm sorry, Kats." You pecked his lips.

"Woah, sneaking away to get frisky? Where was, this Katsuki in college?"

You both turned to Mina, what was leaning out of the door with a grin. Bakugou rolled his eyes, leaning up and instead taking one of your hands in his.

"What is it, Raccoon Eyes?"

"I think your turn is coming up. Good luck, Y/n." She giggled before going back inside.

"Why the hell did she say good luck to you?" Bakugou asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him quietly.

"You. You're why." You thought to yourself.

You guys made your way back inside the room, Bakugou pulling out your chair for you to sit down. You thanked him quietly for as he pushed it in, getting a small grunt in return that you knew was just a quiet "You're Welcome".

As soon as Bakugou went to take a seat, they called out his name to claim his reward. Everyone around you clapped, the heroes he attended high school with cheering with you.

Sighing, he trudged up the stage and simply took his away with a grunt that you knew meant "Thank You".

Of course, no one else knew that so it looked pretty bad to the rest of the guests.

The two of you made eye contact before he slowly approached the podium with the microphone. You grinned, happy that he had decided to do this for you.

"I honestly hate giving speeches. But my partner really wants me to, so... Thanks for the reward I guess."

There was a pause and you laughed nervously under your breath. But then he continued.

"There's something I think everyone should ask themselves at some point: 'What does it mean to be a hero?'. Growing up, it meant being number one and being the best. But as a pro, it means wanting to protect and save everyone."

Katsuki looked around the room, forgetting why he was doing this for a second. Then his eyes fell on you.

"That's right," He remembered.

"Being a hero is some difficult shit. Not just because you get hurt or because of what you risk every day on the field. It's because you know you can't save everyone. And so when kids run into collapsing buildings, it scares the fuck out of us. We have to push that fear aside and pretend we can save everyone, but at the same time we still have to remember that one mistake could be fatal."

Murmurs began to spread throughout the room. The heroes were smiling, but the look on there faces was bittersweet. Happiness that Bakugou was talking about it, but solemn because the feeling he described was all too familiar.

"Even I get scared. So if you're gonna cancel me or some shit for that, then fine. I don't regret a damn thing. I don't want to be the harsh hero who yells at kids for putting themselves in danger, no one does. But someone has to."

With that, he walked off of the stage and returned to you. Everyone began to clap and you could see the look of understanding and respect they held for him.

But Bakugou ignored it, simply taking his seat next to you and throwing his arm behind the back of your chair.

"I'm so proud of you, Katsuki. I love you, you know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too."

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[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue. It is 8c and cloudy,the sun has only just risen and it looks as if we will see some rain today.

This was my view for two days this week as I was in hospital in Nancy. I was on the fourth floor, with a terrific view, or it would have been if the weather had been brighter.

There has been “a hotline” to my phone, friends and relatives contacting me to find out how I am. On Friday afternoon my doorbell rang, there was my neighbour asking how I was and telling me if I needed anything just to let them know. I had messaged my Finnish friend to tell her I was home, again the offer of help was forthcoming and as I had been given lots of paperwork (some duplicated) she is going to come down to help me sort it out. Anie said her family are returning to Indonesia and that she will be back at home later today. Monique and her daughter have been messaging to see how I am and I am wondering if I will see Pauline sometime soon.

A friend in the UK told me I was a “true warrior” and a “tough cookie” blimey I don’t think that I am!

I had a video call with “The Daddy” and my gorgeous grandchildren. My granddaughter can be a bit of a chatterbox but oh my grandson what a noisy little chap he is turning into. He was chattering in such a loud voice, with so much spewing from his mouth, he really sounded as if someone/something was being told off. He only stopped when I said his name, yes it was a different voice but where was the person? When he saw me on the phone I was rewarded with a lovely smile.

“The Paralegal” received some very good news this week, but more on that later in the month. What I will tell you is that the electrician has been to his house and has installed the additional sockets and downlights. The plasterer came out to give a quote and is starting work this coming week, so finally things are moving in the right direction. I don’t know if he has chosen the paint colour for his lounge and bedroom but then it will just be another couple of purchases and he will be moving in. The laminate flooring that he purchased, originally to put inside storage cupboards, is going to be utilised in his hallway. It is all exciting stuff.

It is 12 years today since Mum left us here and went to join Dad. It isn’t a sad day as it was a blessed release for her and her family. She would have been the first to admit that she had had a good life, having attained more than her three score years and ten. As with most people there were very rocky patches but she travelled (to places I have never been) and she saw her two grandchildren, so she had a lot to be thankful for.

I had the “mega” video call with my friends in Bristol, yesterday. It was lovely to see them and I hope that I really didn’t look like a “beached whale” as I was reclining in my chair.

I went out for my first 20 minute walk yesterday and I am going to go out again today. I was going to call and get some bread at the supermarket but I am sure I can manage without it until tomorrow .

I was very pleased this week when the package, which was posted in the UK on the 5 December, finally arrived. I now have my new RNLI calendar as well as two Xmas cards. A disappointment happened though when I decided to start to watch the DVD box set of “Black Sails”, for only the second time, and found that the first disc stuck and stuttered half way through. I decided to try and clean the disc (the DVD player is just quite recent) unfortunately I am unsure where I have put the head cleaner! Oh well I will try another dvd and see if that is ok to play.

I wanted to try to find a poem which summed up this time of year. Unfortunately, January is normally snowy and finger numbing but here it is unseasonably mild and although we have had rain it isn’t incessant.

So I will bid you a good day.

Until the next time……..

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[anotheraldin]

Assalamu Alaykum,

How are you doing? I you’re well insha’Allah.

I apologise for bothering you again. Your advice was very reasonable and I’d like to kindly request you to advise me again if it’s okay with you and you’re in a place to do so.

I’m the anon who asked you for advice on the guy who gave up as soon as his father ended things while we were about to get engaged.

I’ve been really struggling and I guess what makes it harder is the fact that he never reached out even for the last time. For the past whole week, I’ve been struggling with wanting to text him for the last time maybe in an attempt to have some sort of closure. But I’m also worried he might manipulate me again into believing he is somehow the victim and that might just derail whatever progress I’m trying to make. Not to mention the fact that his dad texted my uncle to tell me to not contact him or his son makes me worried that he might disrespect my family again. But I feel like this one last attempt to reach out to him will help me move on too because I guess then it would be clear to me that he knows what he’s doing and he’s okay with the decision he is making. Can you please advise?

Secondly, there were times I prayed for things to end as well because I was very anxious and terrified of marrying him. Ever since his parents met me for the first time, they’ve constantly caused issues just because of where I was from. Even back then, his behaviour had changed drastically the moment they weren’t in favour.

He went from being the guy who was reassuring me that he would handle everything even if his parents weren’t in favour just a few days ago to the guy who just constantly talked about things not working out and asking me to marry someone else. Eventually he also made up a reason to come see me without wanting to inform either of our families as this may be “the last time we were seeing each other because he didn’t know what decision his parents were going to make.”

Despite the fact that I was begging and struggling for 4-5 months to him for some sort of reassurance, communication and even clarity, he saw my pain and suffering and used to do nothing except sitting around waiting for them to make a decision. Never giving any clarity on the “efforts” he claimed to be making. It was only after constant pain and suffering and those 4-5 months that felt like a living nightmare that he eventually decided to have a serious conversation with his parents and they gave in right away.

So the fact that it was that easy and simple for him to get them to agree and yet he refused to do anything had terrified me to my core due his lack of empathy and consideration for me and when his parents agreed, he switched up and went back to being the same sweet and emotional guy and gaslighted and manipulated me again into believing why he allowed me to suffer for this long and I decided to give him a chance.

Due to this fear, although I prayed istikhara and made lots of duas for him and his family to be better for me and vice verse and things to work out, sometimes I got so scared that I used to pray for things to end. Now I constantly feel heartbroken and guilty thinking about having made this dua and the possibility that Allah might have accepted it. How do I get over this?

Jazak Allahu khayran. May Allah reward you and ease your affairs, aameen.

Wa 'Alaikum As-Salaam!

I'm hanging in there. About to have some food and insha'Allah go buy that green sweater afterwards. Your since du'a's are always appreciated.

Your question hit the feels and it was personal to you so I tried to answer it to the best of my ability. I'll try to answer this in steps.

It's normal to feel that way and before doing so, you really need to have a heart to heart with yourself if you want to do that while overlooking previous actions and what's currently going on, as a way to possibly re-establish connection to avoid processing the feelings you're experiencing currently away from this person, or because you feel it's truly worth to continue fighting for this person.

I don't necessarily know your culture so I can't say too much about the objections about the location. That could be something they publicly voiced and it could be an entirely different issue altogether, or it could be just your birthplace. It's possible the more they brought up the issue to him, the more it lessened his resolve for this.

5 months is a long time to push this issue and not get anywhere. I'd say it sounds like you really wanted this and believed in it more than he possibly did. You know your interactions with him and it's worth having an honest conversation with yourself when it comes to evaluating them to see where he stood without any possible jadedness.

Both of you sound so young so maybe this is just me over-examining through older eyes, and not letting you both experience life and mistakes that come with it as well. Maybe he just needs something to happen that'll make him commit to you, but that sounds uncomfortable to write at my age as those seem like intrinsic things when it comes to marriage. I don't know anon, it's not a simple thing to just say as this is a bond between two people that I don't want to say anything to disrupt. You really, really gotta do some serious evaluating over things during this period. Maybe discuss it with friends who've seen you go through this to see what they think as well.

I don't really have an answer about the last one to be honest with you. I'd say maybe ask one of the sisters on here who happen to be from a similar background as you to see their perspective on what you're experiencing. They might provide you with a better outlook.

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[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

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“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hey :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and Steve are a couple and all the other Avengers ship you a lot. Then on time at another one of Tony’s party the guys tease Steve a bit that he barely has sexual experience and he gets all flustered. Then you take him back to your shared apartment to get him in safety. You cuddle on the couch but then things start to get heated and Steve isn’t that shy guy anymore? I don’t know, something like that maybe if you want. 

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT! (minors dni plz), there’s a list, so there’s choking, light bondage, major teasing, oral m!rec and f!rec, oragasm denial/control, a bit of degradation and praise ;), dacryphilia and i’m pretty sure that should be it. 

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: oh boy let’s just dive in shall we

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“You two are just too cute,” Wanda gushed looking at you and Steve. You sat very close to each whispering sweet things and nonsense making each other giggle and smile all night. The team thought Steve really scored one with you. You made him so happy and carefree. 

“Gross,” Nat said, sipping her gin and tonic.

“Oh please, Nat. What are you afraid of; romance? Love?” Tony teased.

“Oh please, I can be romantic,” she said. Everyone went silent before bursting out in laughter including Nat herself, smacking the table in a flurry of humor. 

“I bet there’s no flavor. No spice. All vanilla,” she said.

“What?” you smiled with confusion in your eyes.

“You guys don’t really radiate sexual tension, lust, erotic behavior,” Tony said. 

“Well, that’s something we do in private. Nothing you guys need to know about,” Steve defended. 

“Woah, calm down captain. No one’s saying that’s a bad thing,” Bucky patted his friend's shoulder. 

“Can we drop this?” Steve sighed. 

You and Steve left the party early feeling tired and worn out. Steve’s had a busy week with missions and reports; he just wanted to lay on the couch with his girl and relax. But he couldn’t help but think about what the guys said about their sex life. He doesn’t know why it’s bothering him so much, it was none of their business. He realized you hadn’t defended him too much either. Did you agree? Did you think he was too vanilla? 

“Steve?” you asked softly.

“Yes, my love?”

“I asked if you were going to go to sleep right now? I tell you’re exhausted,” you cupped his face. 

No, just… come here,” he held you close slowly making his way to the couch. 

You kissed his jaw softly laying on top of him. His hands scratched your back softly and you hummed quietly into his neck. He thought back again, because he couldn’t help it, thinking about what the guys said. Maybe he should ask?

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Do you like it when we have sex?” he asked bluntly.

“What? Of course I do; otherwise I wouldn’t keep doing it,” you nudged his shoulder playfully. 

“Well, would you mind if maybe we could try some new things?”

“Oh well, of course. Why now?” you asked; you had a feeling this had something to do with what happened earlier this night. 

“Well, I just wanna try something new,” he tried not to smile, but eventually cracked a smile making you grin.

“Baby, you don’t have to be dominator to have pleasurable sex.”

“I know but I guess I just hated everyone teasing me.”

“I know they’re mean,” you scratched his head lightly.

He looked into your eyes lovingly flickering down to your lips. You leaned in knowing his desire, your lips pressing perfectly against his. His hands held your hips lightly and you shifted over and over again grinding on his dick. Steve's hand came up to your neck and slowly wrapped a hesitant hand around it pushing you away.

“You gotta stop teasing me like that if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Steve,” you breathed out. You already like this ‘trying new things’ Steve that you’re getting tonight.

“I want you upstairs for me sitting like a good girl on the bed got it?” he practically growled. 

You instantly jumped on his lap and felt his hand come up and smack your ass before you scurried away with a giggle. You trampled through your bedroom door taking your clothes off and sat on the bed patiently. The need and desire burned in your belly and you ached for Steve to come quickly. 

Slowly, after longer than you hoped, Steve opened the door with his unbuttoned whited collared shirt and pair of grey suit pants that he wore for tonight. You bit your lip holding back a moan simply from the sight of your man. And with his dominance piercing through, you couldn’t help the arousal dripping from you.

“Look at that,” he grinned, making you feel shy under his lustful gaze. 

“So pretty,” he walked up to you holding your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him. He traced your lips faintly with the tip of his thumb and you opened your mouth invitingly, wrapping your lips around his thumb. Steve’s eye stayed trained on your mouth; thoughts of them being wrapped around his dick rather than his thumb making him harder with each passing second. 

You noticed his hungry gaze and to tease him just a bit you moved your hand over the prominent tent under his pants, softly pressed and squeezing his cock making him groan. You slowly unbuckled his belt making eye contact and unzipped his pants to pull his hard dick into your palm. 

You slowly stroked his cock in your hand, rubbing your own thumb over the tip. Steve moaned softly at the feeling before pulling his thumb out of mouth and pulling you in a feverish kiss. His knees buckled as he got closer to a release simply by your hand. You liked the power you had but you saw the switch in Steve’s eyes and he remembered that he was going to take charge tonight. 

“You had your fun?” he whispered huskily in your ear.

He softly combed his finger through your hair before tugging harshly and pushing down do you were on both your hands and knees now. You instantly stared and practically drooled over the size of Steve. It didn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you, you’d never be able to get over how big he was. 

“You wanna suck my cock, baby?” Steve teased.

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck my mouth, Captain,” you said seducitvely.

“Fucking hell, baby girl.”

You leaned forward immediately and stared up at Steve with faux innocent eyes. He gathered your hair and you started bobbing your head up back and forth on his cock. You reached down your front; your pussy clenching around nothing desperate for some sort of stimulation. 

“Hands where I can see them,” Steve yanked on your hair. You moaned around his cock, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth. You curled your fingers over his pants trying your best to suck on his dick. He looked down at your and the sight was a beauty. 

You’ve sucked Steve’s dick before but he was usually sitting or laying on the bed and didn’t really ever get a good look at you; you always made him feel too good. But seeing you in your fullest right now, drooling, crying, moaning, he was pushed to the edge and he couldn’t hold it any longer. 

“Fuck, sucking my cock so good. I’m gonna cum,” he grunted above you. 

His hips started thrusting hitting the back of your throat and you squeezing his hips bracing yourself. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose as you slightly gagged on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and you felt his cum quickly going down your throat. You swallowed as best you could and the cum that drooled from the corners of your mouth you gathered with your fingers and sucked on them making eye contact with Steve, who panted heavily after his high. 

“Fuck, baby. That deserves a reward doesn’t. You made your captain feel so good,” Steve kissed you softly. 

Steve took his shirt off with eagerness; his chest was blushed from heat as were his cheeks, a layer of sweat coated his forehead and chest. He pulled his pants down and sat down on the bed. He laid back and grabbed your hand gentlemanly so you could straddle his face, a complete contrast to the energy in the room.

You smiled down at him combing your fingers softly through his hair. He kissed right above where you needed him most but ultimately gave in and kissed your clit. You sighed softly and bit your lip. His hands wrapped around the back of your thighs softly squeezing your cheeks with his hands. 

His tongue dipped past your folds and you gasped at the feeling. He pulled his tongue out momentarily to wrap his lips around your clit. Your body shuddered feeling him suck hard. You couldn’t help the trembling in your legs. 

Steve’s cheeks reddened even more under you but he loved it. His eyes were closed and all he could feel was you against his mouth perfectly; he was heaven. You moaned loudly above him and soon enough that coil bubbling in the pit of your stomach burst and you practically gushed all over Steve’s face. 

You fell forward and Steve sat up immediately flipped over your tired body and towered over you. He kissed you softly and you moaned into his mouth. He got off of you and the whimper you made felt pathetic.

“Awe, you gonna cry? Pathetic little whore desperate for my cock,” his words made you whined again and squirm. He walked back to you holding his belt in hand and you literally shook in anticipation. 

“Arms up baby girl,” Steve smirked.

While Steve wrapped the belt around you and you couldn’t help the smile lovingly at him. Steve noticed your beautiful smile and kissed you before going back to buckle the belt around wrists.

“What’s with the grin, beauty?”

“I like this side of you,” you whispered.

“I like this side of me too,” he winked. 

He kissed down your arms to your chest; his tongue playfully licked your nipple before nipping the bud with his teeth. Steve had enough teasing himself and the ache in his dick was becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second. 

“You’re gonna keep those hands there and you’re not cum until I say so, got it?” Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him directly. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain,” He clarified.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good girl.”

Steve slid into you effortlessly; you’re slick and Steve’s saliva making it easy for him to thrust into you. You bit down hard on your bottom lip trying your best to suffice a moan. Steve moaned softly before kissing you once again. As he slowly and torturously moved in and out of you, it became increasingly harder to keep your hands where they were. 

“Fuck, Captain; I want to touch you so bad,” you whined.

“I know you do; that’s what makes this so fun,” he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I can feel ya clenching around me dick hard, baby. Do you wanna cum? You wanna make a mess all over my dick?” he mocked.

“Yes! Please, Captain. Please let me cum!”

“Wait baby, you’re gonna wait until your captain cums first and you can let it go. Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” he squeezed the sides of your throat perfectly making you nearly pass out in pleasure. 

Your hips squirmed and wiggled with each thrust; Steve brushing your G Spot perfectly. Tears brimmed your eyes as you desperately held back your climax. As much as you’d love to see how Steve would punish you, you were so beyond exhausted that you didn’t think you could handle any more releases. 

Steve kept his eyes locked with your and when he saw the tears falling from the outer corners of your eyes he grunted loudly moving his hips even more so wildly; the headboard of the bed smacking against the wall over and over again. You screamed in pleasure and your body shook. Tears emitted rapidly down your temples soaking your pillow and sheets but you loved every goddamn second of it. 

Steve kissed you messily, lustfully, sloppy, passionately. Your wrists tugged on the belt in an attempt to free the restraints; you just wanted to hold him but not being able to was so arousing. 

“You ready, baby?” Steve growled, all that came from you were shrieks and whines. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for your Captain. Let go, baby. I’m right there with ya,” Steve rested his forehead against yours.

You looked into his eyes once more before your orgasm ripped through harshly and your body writhed and trembled under him. Steve’s eyes screwed shut as his hips dug into yours with one last thrust spilling inside you perfectly. 

His arms gave out and he fell on top of you lightly pressing faint kisses to your hot skin. He barely lifted his head enough to see the wrists and lazily nbound them. In an instant you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders clinging desperately onto him making him chuckled lightly.

“Fuck, Steve. Oh my god, I love you. I love you so much,” you painted. 

“I love you too baby girl,” he whispered petting the back of your head softly.

“That was incredible! The team needs to tease you more often if that’s the outcome, holy shit,” you cupped his face and he smiled innocently at you. 

“I didn’t hurt you or anything?” he asked, grabbing your wrists softly.

“It kinda stings, but if I get to cum like that again, that’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to pay,” you said, making him laugh.

Steve cleaned both of you up quickly, changing the sheets and pillow cases while you showered, before crawling into bed with you. You clung onto him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. The meeting between your thighs already began to burn deliciously, the feeling of Steve still inside you. You buried your face into his neck pressing kisses and nipping playfully at his skin before ultimately falling into a deep and peaceful sleep. 

The next morning, Steve had tried to wake you but you groaned and nearly cried from how sore you were. You pouted like a child who didn't want to go to school, and because Steve loves you so much he let you stay in bed. 

“I’m going to fill out some paperwork and check in on training and I’ll be back as soon as possible. With food,” he winked.

When Steve got there he wasn’t going to lie, it felt everyone could see right through him; like they know he fucked your brains out to the point where you couldn’t walk but no one said a thing. He went into the conference room to do paperwork like he told you and headed to the gym when he was finished. 

“Hey, Steve,” Nat said after pining Peter down on the mat.

“How’s training?”

“Not good!” Peter groaned.

“He’s getting there,” Nat smirked, “Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s not feeling too well, so she stayed home.”

“Aw, maybe I should come by and-”

“No she’s ok,” Steve blurted out.

Nat squinted her eyes at him suspiciously before she noticed the many hickies and bite marks on Steve’s shoulder, barely peeking out from under his shirt. She smirked and noticed Steve beginning to blush. 

“Run her a bath, get her the rose scented lotion she likes a lot, and give her a massage. From the looks of it, she needs one.”

“Thanks,” Steve said quickly before running off to get back home to the love of his life.

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Beautiful* // James March

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: language, insecurities, mentions of acne scars, stretch marks, and feeling overweight, knife play, cunnilingus, smut, bdsm, bondage, spanking, thigh riding, basically extremely kinky sex

a/n: i’ve been really insecure lately so i thought i would write this to try and cheer me up! also the insecurities mentioned in this are based on my own, so i’m sorry if you don’t relate to this!

It wasn’t as bad at first. You could handle your feelings. Hide them away under a mask and pretend that everything was okay. And this worked for a while. You didn’t face them, and in return, they didn’t hurt you.

But slowly your mask began to break.

James never stopped having his dinners with The Countess, even though you’ve been together for almost a year now. And although you knew James loved you, you couldn’t help but feel that he loved her more.

Then you started noticing things about yourself. Little insecurities, which seemed huge in your eyes. The acne scars that littered your face. The stretch marks on your thighs and waist. The way your stomach would pudge out a little more than normal. It started to get so unbearable, that you couldn’t even look in the mirror without wanting to cry.

And finally, James was becoming more distant. In the back of your mind you knew that it was because he was busy. But you couldn’t help but blame yourself. You weren’t good enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for him. He didn’t love you anymore.

After dealing with these feelings for a while, the mask you hid behind finally broke. The final straw was when you saw James and The Countess together in the lobby. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. You shouldn’t have thought it anymore than James being polite, but you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling you felt seeing them together.

You ran back into the elevator and went to the seventh floor. Once the doors opened you went straight to yours and James shared room, locking the door behind you. You pressed your weight against the door, and slowly slid down, curling up into a ball.

The tears started coming. You couldn’t stop them. Every single thing that made you insecure ran through your head. You didn’t have a mask anymore. Everything you were feeling was out in the open. And it was painful. Part of you wanted to die, but doing that here would be of little help.

Even though crying in a ball was slightly comforting, you were beginning to get a little uncomfortable. The floor isn’t exactly the best place to have a breakdown. So you pulled yourself up and went to the bathroom. You put your hands on the sink and braced yourself. Slowly, you looked up into the mirror.

The sight only made you feel worse. Your acne scars were still visible, but now your eyes were red and puffy. And there were dark purple bags beneath them. The makeup you spent an hour on earlier that day had melted away through your grief, leaving a black splotchy mess.

You grabbed a makeup wipe and quickly ran it across your face. You couldn’t bare to look up in the mirror once more, so you walked back into the room. You slipped your shoes off along with your dress, before searching for one of James’ button ups.

Even though he was partially to blame for your despair, his scent was still comforting to you. You sighed as you walked over to your bed, collapsing onto of the sheets. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it, trying to find some sort of comfort. It didn’t work, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go.

Then the door opened. James walked in the room, and headed over to you.

“Darling, what are you doing in bed? It’s the middle of the day.”

You couldn’t answer, since your crying had exhausted you. So you didn’t do anything. You just stayed in your postion, cuddling the pillow.

“Darling?” he asked once more as he walked in front of you.

He crouched down to meet your eyes, and his face fell when he saw you. You didn’t realize it, but you were still crying. He gasped slightly as he gently brushed your tears away.

“Dearest, what’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

Slowly you sat up, letting go of the pillow. You drew your legs into your chest and stared at the ground. James sat next to you and pulled you into a hug.

“Dearest?” he said softly, hoping to get you to speak.

“Do you really love me?” you said softly, too tired to talk any louder.

“Of course I do dearest. How could you think any differently?”

“I- I’m ugly. I have scars everywhere, and I’m no where near as beautiful as Elizabeth. And you obviously still love her, becuase you still have your dinners with her. And you never spend time with me anymore, and I don’t blame you. I’m ugly, and boring, and I don’t deserve you.”

James sat in silence as he though over what you said.

“Is that really how you feel? Becuase I can assure you I don’t love Elizabeth anymore. We only have those to discuss running the hotel. If it really brings you distress I shall stop them. And I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I’ve just been very busy with John. I’ll make more time for you, I promise.”

You took in his words, slowly nodding. But you noticing how he didn’t mention you saying you were ugly. Did he agree with you? Did he think you weren’t beautiful?

As he if read your mind, James spoke once more.

“As for you not feeling beautiful, I don’t know how to respond to that. I don’t think I can accurately put into words just how beautiful you are. So I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

You were about to ask him what he meant, but you didn’t get the chance because his lips were on yours. This kiss wasn’t like the others shared between you. Normally they were hungry, and lustful. But this one felt like pure passion and love.

James gently pushed you back so you were laying down. He climbed on top of you, and slowly trailed kisses down your neck, leaving marks behind.

“Darling you look absolutely ravishing when you wear my clothes,” he said as he slowly began to unbutton the shirt you were wearing.

“But it looks even better on the floor.”

You laughed slightly at him, but fell silent when he pulled out his knife. Your pussy instantly got wet as he smirked above you, before gently running his blade over your skin.

“Don’t move dearest.”

He pushed down slightly and cut your bra and panties off, throwing the scarps of fabric aside. You shivered slightly as the cool air hit your damp pussy. James sat back and admired you. His gaze looked as though he was starving, and you were his favorite meal.

“I promise you that by the end of this, you’re going to realize just how beautiful you are.”

You nodded at his words. You watched as he moved himself in between your legs. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your heat. James started to kiss your thighs, leaving love bites all over your stretch marks.

“How could you not love these? They’re beautiful!”

You moaned softly as he bit down on the flesh of your leg. He pressed a gentle kiss over the bite marks and then turned his attention to your aching core.

He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to moan. You reached down and lightly tugged as his hair. He groaned against you, and you shivered at the vibrations.

James continued to devour your pussy, causing you to shake under his touch. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. His tongue worked its way between your folds, causing immense pleasure to wash over you.

“Fuck James. That feels so good,” you said breathlessly.

Then he moved to suck on your clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He thrust two of them inside of you, pressing them lightly against the spot that drove you wild. A loud moan left your mouth at the contact.

“Oh fuck, Mr. March,” you moaned out.

James growled at the name, biting your clit. You squealed slightly in between your moans. You could feel him smirk against you. Your impending orgasm was beginning to build up. You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust of his fingers.

“Mr. March, I- I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, James pulled away. You whined as you met his eyes, pouting slightly.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked innocently.

“You have doubted my love for you. And therefore you must be punished,” he said staring down at you.

The look he gave you was enough to make you cum on the spot. But you held it back for fear of being punished more. So instead you nodded, feeling excitement build up as your mind wondered what was in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wonder though, because soon you were being pulled onto his lap. The rough material of his clothes brushing against your bare skin made you moan softly. You knew was about to happen, and the excitement within you was building.

“You know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?” James asked as he gently rubbed his hand against your bare ass.

You nodded and then felt a sharp sting on your behind.

“Use your words darling,” he said in a warning tone.

“Yes Mr. March,” you answered.

“I think you deserve ten, does that seem fitting to you?”

Even though he was asking you, your answer didn’t matter. He would do whatever he seemed fit. He loved playing with you, and your opinion was not going to stop him.

“Yes, Mr. March.”

“I want you to count for me. If you mess up, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you responded once more.

Then you felt his hand come down on your ass, hard. You moaned slightly and forced your mind to focus.

“One.”

James continued slapping you, and you continued counting. By the end you were a tearful mess. His handprints littered your ass, and James smiled as you winced under his touch.

“You’ve been so good for me little girl. I think you deserve a reward. Would you like to cum?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you choked out through your tears.

James picked you up once more and straddled you over his legs. The coarse material against your bare pussy made you moan. You looked up at James and melted under the hunger in his gaze.

“Ride my leg,” he commanded.

You instantly complied, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You began to move your hips back and forth against his leg. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. The way he was making you feel, was better than anything you’ve felt in a long time, and he wasn’t even doing anything to you.

“You look so beautiful like that darling. I just don’t see how you could ever doubt your beauty.”

You fell apart at his words, getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it darling, cum for me.”

“Ohhh fuck, Mr. March,” you mumbled out as your orgasm washed over you.

You cling to James tightly as you rode out your high, a sense of euphoria hanging in the air. You sighed and collapsed your weight onto him. James gently wrapped his arms around you, and helped you lay down next to him.

When you heard his belt unbuckle, your head perked up as you looked over at him. James only smiled as he brought the belt over towards you. You knew what he wanted so you put your wrists against the headboard above you.

“Good girl,” he praised as he bound you to the bed.

You watched as James shed the rest of his clothing. You pussy already dripping once more. James felt your eyes on him and looked up to find you staring. He only smirked as he climbed on top of you.

“You’ve been so good for me darling. It’s only fitting that I give you what you want.”

In your post orgasmic bliss you couldn’t do much more than nod at his words. James reached between your legs and swiped a finger through your heat.

“You’re already soaked again. You must really want me.”

James lined his cock up with your pussy and pushed in, bottoming out completely. You let out a moan at the feeling, and winced only slightly due to overstimulation.

But he didn’t give you anytime to adjust. He began rapidly thrusting into you, looking deeply into your eyes. Your eyes met his and you could feel the love pouring out of them. You went to pull him closer to you, but couldn’t due to your restraints.

“I wanna touch you,” you begged as you tried to reach towards him.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” he said, teasing you.

You moaned once more as he began to thrust against your g-spot. One of his hands trailed down your body and began to rub circles onto your clit.

“Please. Please Mr. March, let me touch you. Please,” you said before another moan came out of your mouth.

Giving in to you, James undid the belt, and your hands instantly went to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to get as close to him as you could.

Then you felt it once more. The knot building in your stomach. You were about to cum once more. Your moans increased as you neared your edge.

“James. I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me dearest. You deserve it.”

At his command, you let go, covering his cock in your juices. A few moments later, James grunted as he spilled his seed inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, before pulling out, and laying down next to you. You felt a mixture of yours and his cum drip down your legs, covering the inside of your thighs.

He went to get up to grab you a towel to clean up with, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Stay with me, please.”

“I’ll be back in just a moment darling. You’re going to be quite sticky if I don’t clean you up.”

You sleepily nodded and let go off him. James returned moments later, and wiped the cum off of your legs. He then tossed the towel aside and laid down next to you once more. You snuggled into him, breathing in his scent, and allowing yourself to relax.

“Darling, I truly am sorry for my absence as of late. I promise you I will make more time for you, no matter the cost. And I really hope you do realize just how beautiful you are.”

James was concerned when you didn’t answer, but immediately relaxed after he looked down. You were fast asleep in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to fall asleep next to you.

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[thecousinsdangereux]

the land of race car ya yas

A short little ficlet for @corvophobia who has drawn a bunch of art for the bees racer au of my dreams. This is ALL based on her drawings, so make sure you check out her stuff. Happy birthday, Amber! You are one of my two favorite British children. <3

(Please note that I know nothing about street racing. I've only watched the Fast and the Furious movies. Forgive me....)

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“How’d you do that?”

Blake’s used to the question or some version of it, and maybe that’s why she takes in the words before she notices the tone, imagines a scowl (a lowered brow, hands curled into fists, the flash of teeth as the scowl turns into a snarl) with the same instinct that has her shoulders tensing. It’s only mid-turn that she realizes the question is laced with wonder rather than anger, but even this awareness doesn’t prepare her for the sight that meets her. It’s a woman, her smile wide and unrestrained by pesky things like self-consciousness or insecurity, and her eyes are nearly glowing in the low light, purple and bright and full of open admiration. Her black leather jacket, classic in cut, has the sleeves rolled up mid-forearm, revealing a prosthetic of black and yellow, and her grey jeans are tight, showing off a body that Blake has to work to avoid following the curves of. Her hair is long, blonde, curling around her shoulders and down her back, artful in its disorder, down to the single, stubborn cowlick at the top of her head.

In short, she’s beautiful, and Blake stares for longer than she should, feeling heat in her veins.

“Do what?”

She manages a response, but it’s absent minded. She’s just noticed the light dusting of pink on the woman’s cheeks, coloring the spaces in between her freckles, and it has her re-evaluating, pulling her thoughts to the effort she’s put into her own outfit that evening: a cropped and sleeveless hoodie with blocked colors of white and purple, tight leather shorts, and clunky boots that hit just under the knee. Blake looks good and this woman knows it, which makes them even on this particular front, and that's a settling sort of feeling.

“Win,” the woman says simply, her smile growing. “And don’t just say NOS.”

“NOS,” Blake drawls, just because she can, and she’s rewarded by the woman’s laugh, rewarded even more when she steps closer.

“No, but what’s your delivery method? Direct port, obviously, but you had to have used a custom kit, right? I’ve been telling you, Yang, I need to recalibrate yours. Can I look at your car? Would you mind if I just took a tiny peak just to see what you’ve done with your injection site? We really need to upgrade, Yang. A nozzle with less back pressure will give you a better squeeze. I’ve been telling you!”

She hadn’t noticed the other woman, but blinks at her now, a red blur waving her arms about, hoping from one foot to the other, firing out words faster than Blake — an aficionado of all things fast — can keep up with. The woman (Yang?) seems to find the act familiar and reacts with affection tinged with a false exasperation (put upon for Blake’s benefit or maybe as a means of gentle chiding), sighing and placing a hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder.

“And I’ve been telling you, you can’t just ask people to look at their shit!” She turns to Blake now, and this time her eye roll is definitely for Blake. “Sorry about that, I swear we’re not trying to steal any of your trade secrets. Ruby just… really likes cars.”

“It’s so pretty too,” Ruby coos, batting away Yang’s hand and taking a step towards the vehicle Blake had used to push past Yang at the last moment, a fact neither of these women seem to hold against her. “The purple stripes. But I bet the engine is prettier.”

It’s unprecedented, really. Blake’s been on the scene for a while — longer than she would admit to anyone here — first as a tagalong and now as a driver, but she’s never had an encounter quite like this. The unexpectedness of it all has her feeling off-balance, has her reacting without any of her customary cool anger as Ruby stares at her hood (as though if she focuses hard enough, she’ll be able to see through the metal to the parts underneath). Maybe that’s why Blake responds in a way that’s decidedly unwise, without any further thought at all.

“You can take a look. I don’t mind.”

“Really?” Ruby squeals, but doesn’t wait for Blake to confirm, darting around her and flipping open the hood in the span of three seconds.

“Really?” Yang asks, and the word sounds wildly different coming from her, sliding out from behind her crooked lips like thanks or maybe a challenge (or maybe both). “Not worried about my mechanic figuring you out before the next race?”

Blake should be, of course. But.

“Can’t say I am.”

“Maybe not the smartest move.” Yang crosses her arms; the chrome of her right glints under one of the flickering street lights. For the first time, she looks away from Blake’s gaze, eyes darting over to check on Ruby (who’s leaning so far into the front of Blake’s car that her feet nearly lift off the ground) and then to another group of drivers, a good distance behind them, but clearly watching in curiosity. It’s never wise to gather after a race, but everyone always does when it goes well, and for the first time, Blake’s glad for it. “She’s pretty vicious about giving me an edge. I wish I could say it was familial loyalty, but really, she just wants to make the fastest car in the city.” Yang pauses, tilting her head in thought. “Or country. Or world. Not sure when she’ll be satisfied, to be honest.”

“Sisters?” Blake asks. She can’t really see the resemblance, but then again, she hasn’t spent as much time looking at the younger of the pair, even though she should probably be less focused on the elder (the one not pouring over her engine. Sun and Ilia were going to kill her).

“Yeah.” Yang probably doesn’t realize how much her smile grows in the confirmation, saturated with pride and love. “Scary brilliant too. Give her five minutes with a car and she’ll take it apart, put it back together, and it’ll run better than it ever has. But all that means she always thinks it’s the car that puts a driver ahead.”

Blake arches a brow. “And you think she’s… wrong?”

“Well, yeah.” Yang’s closer than Blake remembers her being, maybe because her legs are long, her strides somehow longer, and it only takes a step before she’s close enough for Blake to feel the heat radiating off her body. “I know it’s only the driver that puts a driver ahead. That’s why I’m here talking to you instead of looking at your car.” Her lips twitch and she amends her statement quickly. “Part of the reason, at least.”

The other part of her reasoning is made pretty obvious when Yang’s eyes trace up Blake’s form once more. It should probably bother Blake, but it doesn’t, maybe because she’s done the same to Yang during this conversation (more than once). Still, there are things better avoided, and Blake knows this better than anyone. She does her best to get back on track.

“It wasn’t me,” she says (almost blurts), and then feels her neck warm when Yang looks at her quizzically. “Before, you asked how I won. But it wasn’t me, not really. You could have had it if you hadn’t fired your nitrous early. You were impatient.”

It’s too blunt, Blake knows this as soon as the words leave her lips. She’s backtracked too much, retreated into aloofness as she was wont to do, but Yang only laughs, and the sound cracks through Blake’s go-to defense, a corner of her lips curling before she can stop it.

“You’re right. I used to be way worse, back when I started out, but I’m a lot better now. Usually.”

“So what happened today?” It’s the question Yang wants her to ask, of this Blake is sure, but it hardly feels like a chore.

“Ah, bad luck, I guess. I took one look at the driver next to me and all that impatience came rushing back. All I wanted to do was finish the race and meet her properly.” She winks. Combined with the cheesy line, it shouldn’t work as well as it does (but it does). “I’m Yang.”

“Blake.”

They don’t shake hands, and Blake’s glad for it. There’s something buzzing between them, a tingling sensation at the tips of her fingers, the build up right before a lightning strike, and Blake’s not entirely sure what the contact — however brief and friendly — might do to her.

“Next time, maybe I’ll be a little more prepared.” Yang’s eyes roam across her face, settling once more on gold. “But probably not.”

“Immersion therapy,” Blake quips. “Give it time.”

Yang whistles sharply, and it takes Blake a moment to realize that she’s called her sister back over. (Blake had forgotten about her entirely, though the grease on her hands and face leads her to believe that Ruby had done a thorough dive under her hood, the sort Blake ought to be worried about.)

“Time is exactly what I plan on giving it. A lot of time, if you’ll let me.” Yang nudges her sister back in the direction they’d come from. Ruby waves, offers a wide grin of thanks, but Blake’s stuck on purple.

“Well. Let’s see how you do in the next race,” she murmurs.

“Looking forward to it.”

And Blake, who started racing to get away, who started racing to run, who started racing so she never had to stay in one place for long, finds that she is too.

—

“What the hell is your problem?”

Blake’s used to this question too, or some form of it, and this time, the tone is exactly what she expects. The small, white-haired woman in a vest and tie, however, is not.

“Listen, I’m sorry I hurt your boyfriend’s feelings by being a better driver than him, but you’re only embarrassing yourself now.” Blake takes another look at the woman’s attire; her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows and — despite the country club hairstyle and the heels — the hint of a tattoo on her pale skin, just under the fabric makes up Blake’s mind for her. “Or… Girlfriend?”

“Not quite,” says a familiar voice.

Today, Yang has decided to show off her abs (and she most certainly does have abs) with a cropped jacket of black and gold checks, and Blake can’t quite bring herself to look beyond that for too long, though she catches the black driving gloves, the oversized and gold sunglasses, the oversized cargo pants. In the seconds it takes for Blake to wind her brain back up, Yang grins, cocksure, and continues.

“Though you were right about the gay thing. I mean, look at her.”

“Look at you,” the other woman sniffs, actually physically turning up her nose. “Could you be any gayer?”

“Yeah, I could be wearing a vest and tie,” Yang fires back, but it’s clear the banter is familiar, it’s obvious these two know each other well enough for their back and forth to not contain any real barbs.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Blake drawls, before she’s able to stop herself, and Yang turns back to her with an arched brow. “Good to see you again, Yang.”

“Oh, is it? Could have fooled me!” The other woman’s ire has been refocused, and it’s seemingly stronger than before, the pitch of her words higher, more dire. “Given you nearly killed her just now.”

“Weiss,” Yang sighs, but Blake winces, feeling the sting of the words despite Yang’s quick glance of reassurance sent her way.

“I didn’t realize you’d pull off when I drifted. I thought you’d… lean in.”

It’s not an excuse. They’d been neck and neck towards the end of the race (again), and when she’d nudged the side of Yang’s car — far gentler than she would against anyone else — she’d assumed the woman would give as good as she got, like most every other racer she’d gone against. But Yang hadn’t taken any chances, and it’d cost her the race.

“We don’t do that here,” the woman — Weiss — says, lips pursed to the point of contortion, but Yang only laughs.

“We do that here all the time. I did way worse to Mercury last week.”

“Yes, but Mercury is a creep.” Weiss pauses, considering. “We only do that to creeps here.”

Blake’s hands lift, a show of peace. “Hey, no one handed me the Beacon Street Racing Etiquette Guide when I joined up the other week. Maybe you could loan me your copy.”

This doesn’t exactly smooth things over with the woman, especially not when Yang snickers, but Weiss can clearly see the writing on the wall, and tosses her hair over her shoulder with a huff.

“Whatever. I’m telling Ruby about this,” she warns Yang (or maybe Blake, or maybe both of them), before stalking away, her last words called over her shoulder. “She’s not going to be happy.”

There’s no concern on Yang’s face as she watches her go, if anything she looks amused. “Sorry about that. She’s… protective.”

“I can see that. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been friends with someone for a while.” It’s a guess (and a probe), but Yang doesn’t correct any of her phrasing, so it must be close enough to the truth.

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean protective of me.” Yang’s grin shows a flash of white teeth. “Weiss bet on me tonight. You lost her money. And that’s the real sin.”

Blake’s surprised at how easily her laugh comes (more surprised how easily the fondness slips through the cracks in her chest). “Oh, I see. So I can kick your ass up and down the streets as long as I convince her to bet on me in the future? Good to know.”

“I’m not sure that’s the message I want you to be taking from this,” Yang drawls, but still smiles, flicking her glasses up to her forehead. “Besides, like she said, Ruby’s the one to look out for. She seemed all sweet and innocent yesterday, but gods help the person she turns her disapproving stare on. I’ve seen people break into tears on the spot.”

From what Blake had seen yesterday, Ruby isn’t the sort that loses her chipper bounce very easily, so despite Yang’s teasing tone, she files the information away as useful. If she were being a little more self-searching, she might question the action, given her tendency to not stick around in any one place for long. (Surely Beacon isn’t any different. Surely she couldn’t know now if it were.)

“Lucky she missed the race today, then.” Her lips curve, a sharp corner that would require a drift. “What, she couldn’t bear to see you lose again?”

“Oh, ha ha. No, she had class. And she knows there’s no skipping for racing; that’s the only hard and fast rule for our household.” It’s not what she expects, the straight answer backed with genuinity, but it strikes Blake as endearing, somehow, especially when Yang continues. “I started racing here so we could pay for those classes, so I think it’s only fair.”

“That’s — ” Kind. Authentic. Surprising. Blake’s not sure which word to use so she disgards them all. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type who was racing for the money. Not that… there’s anything wrong with that. Especially in your case.”

Yang laughs. “Hey, don’t mistake me. I started racing here for the money, but it’s not why I race in general.”

“So why do you?” Blake asks, even though she suspects she knows the answer. (It’s not wise to take your eyes off the road, but she’s done it in both of her races with Yang, eyes darting to the side to find the woman speeding alongside her: eyes wild, grin wide, the fervor of the moment all over her face. There’s freedom there, more than there is anywhere else, and Blake thinks she sees that in Yang as much as she does in herself.)

“Same as you, I think,” Yang murmurs, closer now, sliding in when Blake’s distracted once again.

“I’m not sure you know me well enough to say that.”

A bluff, of course, but it gets the intended result.

“Not yet.” From this close, Yang looks taller, and Blake has to tilt her chin to look into her eyes. “But I’m still looking to fix that.”

Blake wets her lips. It’s too much, and she’s not sure she can tack on ‘too soon’ to quantify the thought, make it less tame. If she had to guess, Yang will always be too much, like sunlight after coming out of a room. Blake’s not sure she’ll ever adjust to the rays, or if she wants to.

“Let’s see how you do in the next race,” she says again, and Yang laughs again, totally unabashed.

“Okay, I’m sensing a trend here. What, you’re not going to let me take you out unless I win a race again you?”

“If I say ‘yes’, what are you going to do?”

It’s not cockiness that overtakes Yang’s face then, not exactly. It’s confidence or want or determination or maybe just the flush that comes from the thrill of a challenge. Blake’s setting herself up for something here, she knows, failure or disappointment or something like it, but right then, she doesn’t care. There’s a freedom in this sort of race too, and that she’s come to love.

“Oh, that’s easy, Blake.” Yang leans in a little more, and Blake knows it’s audible, the way her breath is cut short. “I’m going to win.”

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[melzula]

Come What May

third and final installment of the Fire Lilies series

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, some mean Zuko, forbidden lovers au

notes: thank you all for the love & support you’ve given this series. although it’s over, if you still have any questions or are curious about what happens to Zuko and the Princess along the way feel free to ask me and I’ll be happy to elaborate! enjoy!

summary: you put your trust in Zuko and agree to run away with him. But have you made the right choice?

part one | part two

“I’ve been challenged to an Agni Kai.”

“I’m engaged.”

The two of you stare at each other stunned, eyes wide and stomachs immediately filling with dread.

“What?” Zuko breathes quietly. His voice is barley above a whisper and he refuses to make eye contact with you, but you don’t miss the way his body begins to tremble with emotion.

“With my father gone and my mother growing older I need someone to provide and take care of me,” you explain weakly with guilt present upon your features. “I’ve been given away to the son of my father’s most trusted advisor.”

Zuko’s eyes widen in horror as you carefully tug the collar of your coat away from your neck to reveal your betrothal necklace. The jewelry rests daintily against your skin, the carved stone almost shimmering underneath the light that reflects across the ice that surrounds you, and it takes every fiber of his being to restrain himself from ripping the thing right off of you. You were meant to be his fiancé, his wife, and yet here you were claiming to be the promised bride of a boy who wasn’t Zuko. A part of him felt sick, and though he knew it was beyond your control he couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

“Tell me you’re not going to marry him,” Zuko demands, his voice calm and unwavering despite his aggravated state.

“Zuko...”

“Tell me you’re not,” he urges you now as he grasps at your forearms and pulls you closer to him. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was furious by the way he was holding you, but in reality he was just desperate and afraid. “Y/n, tell me.”

“It’s not that easy,” you try to reason, “it wasn’t my choice.”

“Exactly, it wasn’t your choice! So don’t marry him!” Zuko insists firmly.

“If I don’t marry him I risk bringing dishonor to my family and to my people. I’m the Princess, Zu. Even if I tried to say no it wouldn’t matter. Becoming a wife to a member of our tribe is part of my duty as Princess. I’m so sorry.”

Your heart aches for Zuko as he slowly removes himself from you, and both of you choose to ignore the handprints that have been charred into the fabric of your coat from where he had once grabbed you. He was good at controlling his temper around you, but his temperature was a completely different story; it was a wonder that he hadn’t somehow burnt you yet.

“What about your Agni Kai?” You press gently, taking one of his hands in both of yours before bringing it close to your chest and over your heart. A small sigh accompanied by a breath of fire escapes Zuko at the action and warms your cool cheeks.

”One of the war generals at the council threatened your life,” Zuko explains dully. You squeeze his hand tightly in response. “I spoke out of turn in your defense, and now I’ll have to duel him. I know I can take him, but what I can’t take is someone who isn’t me being able to call themselves your husband.”

“I’ll always be yours, Zuko.” He says nothing as you wind your arms around his torso and nuzzle your face against his chest, but he can’t help himself from returning your embrace and holding you impossibly tight against him.

“Then run away with me,” he says. A small gasp escapes you as you pull away to look up at him with wide eyes.

“Run away?”

“Yes, run away. As soon as the Agni Kai is over and I win, I’ll come get you and we can leave. We’ll go wherever you’d like, it doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. Please, Princess.”

“I... I’ve heard Ba Sing Se is the place people go to get a fresh start,” you reply with an uneasy smile. Zuko rewards you with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“We’ll leave in three days. Meet me by the docks at midnight and bring only what you need,” he instructs before gently cupping your face in his hands. “We’re going to be so happy together, y/n.”

You smile as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, but you can’t help the uneasiness that stirs in the pit of your stomach. The thought of running away with Zuko is exhilarating, yet something in the back of your mind is begging you not to go, warning you that things will not be as you planned them to be. But your body succumbs to the sensation of Zuko’s lips against your own, and before you can stop it you find yourself sinking further and further into his warmth.

~~~

It’s not easy having to turn your back on your people and leave the only life you’ve ever known behind, but the journey that lies ahead of you is enough to convince you that leaving the Southern Water Tribe behind is for the best. You’d never be happy in a marriage with someone you didn’t love, and you’d forever resent your parents and your people from keeping you tied down to one place forever. You would be happy with Zuko, there’d be many new sights to see and so many new experiences to have. It was for the best.

You arrive at the docks by midnight per Zuko’s instructions, a backpack full of what little belongings you could bring along with you resting upon your shoulders. This is most likely the last time you’ll ever see the South Pole again and a sense of bitter sweetness washes over you as you take one final look at your home. When the sun rises your mother will find the note you’ve left behind and Princess y/n of the Southern Water Tribe will be no more.

A ship slowly emerges from the distance, the Fire Nation emblem displayed proudly for all to see, and nervous excitement tingles through your body as you prepare to leave your home once and for all.

The Zuko that descends from the ramp of the ship to greet you is not the same Zuko you had seen just a few days ago. The boy before you now has completely transformed both physically and emotionally. The long hair you loved to comb your hands through so much is gone with only a ponytail of hair remaining at the back of his head. You try not to stare at the patch tied securely around his head and over his left eye in fear of upsetting your boyfriend, but he doesn’t even bother to explain it.

When he approaches you it is with purpose, a seriousness and sense of formality that had never been there before- not when it came to you. There’s a coldness to him that frightens you, but you do your best not to show it. Something is wrong, you know this, your superstitions had warned you so, but until you find out what it is you will do your best to act as if everything is fine. You offer him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, and Zuko doesn’t meet your gaze.

You watch with bated breath as he reaches out and tugs your collar down to reveal the betrothal necklace around your neck.

“Why are you still wearing this?”

“I was in a rush and forgot to take it off,” you explain quickly. Zuko stares at you for only a moment before quickly emitting a heat from his palm so great it melts the carved stone of your necklace right off. The choker that held the stone falls limply from your neck and onto the snow below you. You’re bewildered by such a harsh action from the boy who had always treated you with the utmost care and respect. A part of you wanted to turn around and run back home to your mother, but you knew there had to be a reason for Zuko’s sudden change, and so you stay.

“Let’s go,” Zuko says gruffly, taking your bag from your shoulders in one hand and holding your hand in the other as he guides you up the ramp and onto the ship.

He stands beside you with an arm around your waist as the ship pulls away from the docks and out into the open sea. Your home grows smaller and smaller until you’re no longer able to see it, and then it is just you and Zuko together in silence.

“You’re going to be happy with me,” he says quietly, but the statement does nothing to ease your nerves. “It’s late, you need your rest. I’ll escort you to your quarters.”

You say nothing as he guides you to the ship’s deck below, only glancing once at the moon before you before the night sky is replaced with a steel roof over your head.

~~~

Zuko doesn’t tell you much about the Agni Kai; you’ve learned it’s best not to bring it up. But from the vague answers he’s given you along with the tiny details his Uncle has let slip out, you find out that Zuko had not won the challenge and was now an outsider of sorts to the Fire Nation. But that shouldn’t matter now considering you both had wanted to run away, right?

You have separate quarters on the ship, but you always find yourself winding up in Zuko’s bed. Homesickness hits you more often than you had presumed, and Zuko is the only warmth you find in your new life abroad. You hope that will change once you settle down in Ba Sing Se. The thought always bring a sense of comfort to you- the idea of starting over, settling in a new home, eventually getting married, and having children are images that keep you sane on the moving metal death trap.

When you wake you find that the spot beside you in bed is empty and cold, proof that Zuko has been gone for a long while now. With a sigh you force yourself up and ready yourself for the day ahead. If your calculations aren’t off and if you read the map correctly, you should be arriving in the east end of Earth Kingdom some time today.

However, when you ascend onto the top deck you find that you are nowhere near Earth Kingdom territory at all. The air is still frigid from the cold, and you’re regretting not bringing a coat up with you to wear.

It is Iroh who notices your trembling form first, immediately sitting you down at his tea table and calling for one of the crew members nearby to fetch you a blanket.

“Zuko, the poor Princess is freezing,” Iroh states whilst pouring you a nice, warm cup of tea. “Please forgive my nephew for his lack of hospitality.“

You only give the General a weak smile in response as you quietly sip your tea. A warm blanket wraps itself around your shoulders accompanied by a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Why is it so cold?” You frown, glancing up at Zuko who stands before you. “I thought we’d be near the Earth Kingdom by now.”

Iroh guilty looks away from the two of you and quietly excuses himself in order to give you privacy. Zuko is silent for a long while.

“We’re not going to the Earth Kingdom,” he replies bluntly.

“But what about Ba Sing Se?”

“I have to tie up a few loose ends before we can settle down together. But don’t be sad, Princess. I’m sure you’ll like where we’re going instead.”

It’s then that you truly notice your surroundings, the familiar gray skies and calm ocean waters, the frigid temperatures. You’re going back home.

“The South Pole? But that can’t be!” You exclaim. “I just ran away and now you’re taking me back?”

“We’re not going there for you,” Zuko responds harshly. “They have something that I want.”

“I don’t understand...” you frown, rising from your seat at the table to meet Zuko’s fiery gaze.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he mutters, brushing past you in order to stand along the railing of the ship.

“Zuko, if we go back there’s a chance my people will try to take me away from you. They’ll blame you for my disappearance, returning would be nothing but trouble. What could the South Pole possibly have to make you go back?!”

You love Zuko with all of your heart, you really do. But if you had known the severity of the situation you’d find yourself in once you decided to run away with him, you would have listened to the voice at the back of your head that begged you not to go. But now, as the banished prince turns back to meet your eyes, you realize that it’s much too late.

“Your people are hiding the Avatar.”

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[starlightsearches]

Eyes On Me

Requests are open ✨ Modern Armitage Hux x F! Reader Warnings: RC is a sex-worker, discussions of sex, language. AN: Hi friends! After stressing over the newest chapters of Office Romance for the last, uh, forever, I thought I'd reward myself by writing something fun, flirty and fresh! I started working on this a few months ago after partaking in @thembohux's wonderful sugar daddy content, and then I had to put it on pause for a while until I picked it back up a few days ago. I have no plans for this story: no additional concepts, no plot points. Mostly I wanted a place to dump PWP in the future. If there is enough interest, or if you guys have any ideas about stuff you'd like to see in this storyline, please let me know and I might continue sooner rather than later. No sex in this chapter, but because of the nature of the story I'm still gonna ask minors to not read. Thanks!!

He’s already at the restaurant when you arrive.

That never happens. You’ve spent hours alone in restaurants sipping on wine and kissing your teeth, waiting for the moment some investment banker with a receding hairline finally decided you were worth his time—as if he hadn’t contacted you first.

You were hoping for a chance to find the restroom before the meeting, maybe fix your hair and refresh your lipstick—like you normally would before introducing yourself to a new client—and instead you’re rushing to the table, fanning yourself with one hand and hoping that you don’t have any leftovers from lunch stuck in your teeth.

Your heels click rapidly against the tile; you’re practically running over the hostess as she leads you towards the back of the mostly-empty restaurant, right next to the wide picture windows, which overlook the garden and the golf course beyond. There’s only one person seated there—a man much younger than you anticipated, closer to your own age than any of your clients. He has to hear you coming, loud as you are, but he keeps his eye on some distant point beyond the glass, brow creased, looking pensive.

You take stock of him as you approach: he wears a crisp, three-piece blue suit in a classic and well-tailored cut, black shoes shined to a polish, so clean you could see your reflection in them. The watch he wears is out of place, understated as it is; certainly not what you’d expect from a man in his pay-grade. It probably has some sentimental value, considering the signs of wear on the leather straps, and the nicks studded in the metal. His hair is slicked back and neat, a shock of red tamed into submission with shiny gel.

When your eyes trace over his face, you find it difficult to look away.

Pale skin stretches over angular cheekbones and a proud nose, his features carved with the decisive hand of a master. His jaw is strained, eyes severe—storm-colored and intense—but framed by soft lashes and an intelligent brow. The combination makes your legs go numb for a moment.

You didn’t expect him to be so handsome.

The tension in his face is lost as soon as you approach, his full, pink lips part in a whispered greeting as he stands. Chill fingers meet your own, his handshake firm and formal, but his eyes widen when you lean in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, catching the faintest mouth-watering whiff of Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille on his skin.

He pulls away from the unexpected embrace, taking your chair in both hands as he pulls it out from the table. There’s a rosy tinge over his skin, his hands gripping the wood back of the chair tightly, but you don’t miss the way they shake when he lets go.

He’s nervous. How sweet.

“Armitage Hux,” he offers, the gentle lilt of his accent like a melody, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You offer him a smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”

The waiter arrives at the table soon after you’re seated, probably eager for something to do during the post-lunch lull, and you let Armitage order for you, as he’s more familiar with the menu. Soon enough, the table is spread with an array of exquisite desserts and a coffee for each of you.

Armitage sips from his mug as you sink your fork into the chantilly cake, your lips wrapping gently around it, lingering there before you pull it from your mouth with exaggerated slowness, moaning slightly when the fresh berries burst against your tongue. It’s not an act, as far as he can tell, but a genuine reaction of pleasure, as if you couldn’t possibly imagine something more enjoyable than a bite of cake and the taste of a blackberry.

Jesus. What has he gotten himself into?

You sample a few more of the desserts he’s ordered, making silly comments about each, probably sensing his nerves and hoping to put him at ease.

You have kind eyes. It’s the first thing he noticed while scrolling through mountains of photos in the email, discreetly marked as a list of potential assistants for hire. You stood out among all the others; even after his initial hesitance, and the thirtieth or fortieth time he’d decided that it wasn’t worth it, the image of you stayed with him in the back of his mind.

To his dismay or delight—he hasn’t yet decided—the effect is only magnified in person, and he’s glad when you glance away, reaching into your purse and pulling out your cell phone, tapping at the screen a few times before setting it face down on the table.

“I hope you don’t mind if I record our conversation today,” you ask, “I find that it’s helpful to keep track of these introductions, and it would be a little too conspicuous if I pulled out a notepad. Everything that you share with me will be kept between us, of course.”

He nods in confirmation, and you settle into your seat, leaning over the table, attention entirely focused on him. “Alright, then. Tell me about yourself.”

He shifts in his chair, trying and failing to get comfortable. “I’m not sure what you’d like to know.”

“That’s alright. You can tell me about work, or your hobbies. Any pets?”

There’s the softest hint of humor in everything you say, but you treat him like he’s part of the joke instead of its target. He’s not sure if it’s unsettling or not.

“I work in finance—First Order investments. I don’t have time for hobbies . . .” he hesitates, trying to decide if you’re seriously asking him about his pets, “ and I have a cat named Millicent.”

“How sweet. Are you married?”

He splutters into his coffee, setting the cup back down on the table before choking out his answer, “no.”

You wave his distress away with a flighty hand. “It’s alright if you are; I’m not here to judge you. It does help to know, though.”

“No, I’m not married,” he confirms.

“Great,” you lean back in your chair, crossing your legs. The gesture feels more suitable for a therapist than . . . whatever it is you are, “Let’s talk a little bit about why you contacted me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“There’s always a reason. Usually it’s a big life event, but not always. Things like a recent divorce, close family member or friend getting married, a new promotion . . .”

You finish the sentence with a flourish of your hand, inviting him to imagine all the different reasons men would want to buy your company, and his face falls.

If anything, it was the opposite. Nothing had happened for too long, his days all painted with the same brush. Arrive at work. Sell his life for the success of his father’s company. Leave the office too late. Continue working at home, Millie on his lap and a glass of wine.

And then repeat.

“No,” he coughs, clearing the tightness in his throat, “Nothing of that sort.”

You purse your lips. “Is there anything specific you’re hoping to get out of this?”

He turns too sharply, pain singing up the side of his neck, the sun stinging his eyes. How god damn embarrassing, sitting across from someone so lovely, knowing that they had to be paid to be there.

He bites down on the inside of his lip, hoping to stave off any more unfortunate emotions. He’s startled from his melancholy when he feels your hand against his, brushing the tips of your fingers over his knuckles. There’s some hesitation in your touch, a hint of apprehension; it surprises him, and after a moment, he lets his eyes find yours again.

“There’s no shame in being lonely,” you say, before pulling your hand back, a serious look on your face, “it’s the most human emotion.”

He scoffs, “and what would you know about that?”

You glance down, pressing your lips together before offering him a sad smile that’s achingly familiar. “I’m lonely more often than you might think.”

He wonders what might have happened if he met you under different circumstances. If he had found you organically, maybe sitting alone at a hotel bar—would he have had the courage to approach you? Would the conversation flowed this easily, would you have pressed your hand against his shoulder and smiled, maybe left him with your phone number, or held his hand tight in your own as he led you back to his hotel room?

It’s a ridiculous question, a fantasy in the purest sense. You wouldn’t have looked at him twice.

You cough gently, clearing the emotional charge from the moment before continuing your line of questions.

“Why don’t we talk a little bit about your preferences for appearance, like certain kinds of clothing, or lingerie?”

He takes a deep breath, letting out the last of his self-pity with it. Thank god, he knows the answer to this one. “Black lace.”

“Okay, I can do that. Do you have any other requests? Specific hair styles? Nail colors?”

His distaste must be clear on his face, because you laugh, “do people really care about the color of your nail polish?”

“Oh yes,” you nod, eyes wide, “you’d be surprised what some men consider essential.”

“No, nothing like that,” he hesitates, “but if you have any darker lipsticks . . .”

“Of course. What about intimacy? Is there anything specific you’d like to try?”

His toes curl in the tips of his shoes, a familiar guilt accompanying a very unfamiliar thrill, thinking about what he’d like to do to you. He can see it now, the images achingly realistic: his hand circled around your neck as you chase your release against his thigh, or your lips curled around the head of his cock, shiny trails of spit leaking from the corners of your mouth. The way your eyes would roll back in your head as he thrust into you, his lips at your neck, leaving currents of bruises in his wake.

“I’m not entirely sure,” he says instead, embarrassed he had let his thoughts run so wild, especially in public. He digs his nails into his palms, hoping the pain might redirect the blood currently pooling in his dick.

You pluck a stray berry off one of the dessert plates, pressing it against your tongue. “Then we can explore together.”

You can’t help but be pleased; despite a few unorthodox moments, this was a fairly easy meeting. He’s a pleasant person to be around.

You take another bite of dessert, this time choosing to sample the bread pudding, still warm from the oven and coated in a caramel drizzle, letting the sugar melt in your mouth.

“There is one last item we need to discuss,” Armitage says seriously, and you look up at him, setting your fork down again as you swallow, “I have one more request, but it’s a bit . . . unusual.”

Oh, god. Nothing good could come from those words. “What is it?”

He leans closer, speaking quietly. “Unfortunately, my work requires that I attend a variety of events with my colleagues and our clients, and I would like to request your presence as my date. I have a reputation to uphold, both in my personal life and my employment, and I’d prefer to avoid a scandal. To prevent any gossip about this arrangement, I’d like to request your exclusive attention.”

Your teeth click together, jaw tense. Of fucking course something like this would happen—nothing could be too easy.

You take a calming breath, trying your best to give him a diplomatic answer despite your annoyance. “With all due respect, Mr. Hux, this is my job. My employment. I make a living providing my company to a small set of loyal clients, I do my job with the utmost discretion, and if you can’t respect the value of my time—”

“I assure you,” he interrupts, sliding a hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, removing a folded slip of paper, “I understand how valuable your time is, and for the privilege of your undivided attention, I offer . . .”

He slides the paper across the table, and you reach for it, unfolding it in one hand.

It takes a considerable amount of effort to keep your features in check when you read the number—it’s actually a little more than you’re currently making per month between your four other clients.

You chew on the inside of your lip, considering your course. The other girls would tell you to make a counter-offer, but you’d never really learned how to execute a successful negotiation, and just thinking about raising your price has your heart racing, the adrenaline doing nothing to aid your mental calculations.

He clears his throat, reading your panic as dissatisfaction, “and I’m prepared to make that payment weekly.”

Holy fuck.

“I can’t accept that much,” you press the paper back towards him, sliding your hand across the table until he stops your progress with his own, his fingers brushing gently against your wrist. He must not be used to touching people unintentionally, because he pulls his hand away, resting his tightly-clenched fist against the table.

“As I said before, I understand the value of your time.”

You trap your lip between your teeth. “I’ll take this amount, twice a month. Gifts are also appreciated—jewelry, perfume, or clothing—but won’t be considered as part of your payment unless I’m also given a receipt.”

“Of course,” he concedes with the faintest smile, “diamonds don’t pay the rent.”

You suppress a laugh at his dry humor, “and some men have truly horrendous taste.”

It’s only for a moment—the briefest flash of heaven. He smiles at your comment, the sun shining in his eyes, illuminating their emerald facets, and everything else ceases to exist.

He’s going to be trouble. You’re sure of it.

He presses his lips together, embarrassed for his little lapse before returning to his serious demeanor, “what happens now?”

“Now, I formalize a contract that I’ll have you sign covering the details of what we’ve discussed today. Then, I’ll contact my other clients and let them know that I will be unavailable for the foreseeable future, and then—” you lean forward, deciding to tease him, leave him wanting, “—you can take me to dinner.”

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[huenjin]

chains.

pairing — lee felix x reader

word count — 2.4k words

ratings — 18+

genre — smut, includes sub!felix, top!reader, chains, bondage, slight bdsm themes, fellatio, facial, slight dacryphilia.

note — inspired by that korean asmr by asmr zero that made me realise i might be a switch sometimes and might not just be all submissive. uh oh!

You are sitting on your bed with Felix's tongue wrapped around yours, your face brought so close to his that when you open your eyes you see his beautiful freckles and his long eyelashes. His arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you closer into him.

Felix had initiated the make out about ten minutes and fifty six seconds back and something about him wanting to take it slow really does not sit well with you tonight. Or at least with the thought in the back of your head as to what you had planned or wanted tonight.

And when you pull back, he whines like the absolute baby boy he is, his arm tightening around yours and the other still holding your face, cupping it dearly.

"Baby, I want to—"

You stand up to Felix's surprise. His eyes widens, the light of the room hitting his contacts and you smile comfortably — also, to remind him that it is still your home and you actually couldn't go anywhere else from here, funnily.

"Was it too much? Did I move too much? I'm s—"

"No, you were perfect," you shut all his nasty thoughts before opening your cupboard. Felix stares at you, his eyes keeping at your figure as he watches you move and search for something.

"Then?"

You don't respond and instead find the thing you were searching for. Pulling out the chains you had found in this store the other day and having thought of Felix the very instant your eyes landed on them, you pull them out, the metal clinking on the tiles floored underneath your feet.

Felix looks down, his eyes fixed on the chains and he laughs, lips curling up as he asks, "Are you into that sort of think, baby? Do you want to be tied up?"

His face is just so lit up that you didn't know whether you wanted to break his misconception. Of course, the both of you being switch often does ensure times when he lets you dominate him or be on top but they aren't that common off late and maybe that's why you wanted this night to go that way.

You miss making him your perfect little baby boy.

You use your other hand to push your boyfriend back on the bed, the chains hitting the post of the bed and he realises. Felix realises with that push of yours that you are leading tonight.

"I... Are we..," he stammers. Felix's throat dries up at the sight of you hovering over him with the chains and his voice turns hoarse and deeper. "I—"

"Can I chain you up and dominate you tonight?"

You do not mince your words in any way, putting it forth the exact same way you want Felix tonight — underneath you for you to devour him and have him cry and beg for you. Felix's coral lips part as he stares at you and then his eyes wavering to the chains by his side and he knows of only one thing.

He trusts you with his whole heart.

"Yes," he says, eyes locking into yours and you lift your torso off of him and stand on your two feet, the chain hitting the flooring again.

"Strip down," you order and he lifts his shirt over his head quickly, the pastel cream sweater hitting the floor followed by his loose pants. Felix looks down at his boxers and the evident bulge that seems to only grow at your dominance and he gulps.

"All the way." Your hand moves forward to touch the elastic of the boxers before pulling it back and letting it go, the elastic slapping aginst his pale skin till a light shade of pink covers the area. Felix's breath is caught in his throat as he stares at your hard eyes in this close proximity and he finds you delectable. He does as you tell him. Boxers off.

"Move back," you tell him, smiling warmly and Felix listens exactly. He pushes his body off slightly as he drags his body upwards, his head hitting the pillow.

It's a pretty sight in all honesty — Felix looking up at you, his head against the pillow and his lips parts so little that you see his teeth slightly and his eyes hooded in anticipation and all you know is that you felt mighty and powerful. You want to give Felix the best orgasm ever and make him want you, over and over again, till he's in tears, face ruined with translucent stains.

"Is this alright?" Felix's voice is so feeble that you want to hold him close to your chest and pet his hair. You nod and proceed to hover over him with the chain firm in your hands.

"You're doing so good, baby," you kiss his forehead before asking, "Your hand, please?" Felix bites his lower lip before extending his arms up at you. You take his wrist and tie it up together with the chains, only for you to tie the other hand to the bedpost.

"This is so, so embarassing," his accent is thick as he mumbles, voice hoarse. "I— It's been so long and maybe that's why, but it's so—"

"Less talking, baby boy," you tell as you go down to hold his leg and Felix budges, his eyes widening as he quickly asks, "Are you chaining up my legs too?"

Your head lifts up to look at your boyfriend and your eyebrows raise as if he had asked a question he already knew the answer to. You take his head and hook the band at the end of the chain to his ankle, one after the other. Felix shakes his legs a little and the metal of the chain clinks against each other, the sound hitting the wall only to amplify in your ears and strangely, you like it. A lot more than you thought.

"You'll stop me if I do anything you don't like, right?" You ask Felix as you sit on top of him, body hovering over his as you sit on his bulge, slightly rubbing your clothed core against it. "Right, baby boy?"

"Yes," he strains out, groaning slightly at your small movement. You feel his cock twitch underneath you, his legs buckling and the chains rattling.

"And what do you say when it's too much?" You move yourself slightly back, knees sliding against the soft sheets until your face hovers over his twitching cock and you lick your lips, pushing your hair to the other side as you take hold of it in your hand.

Felix doesn't reply, squeezing his eyes tightly at the sudden contact of your hand and his cock. You give it a gentle squeeze and ask again, "Baby boy, reply. What do you say when it's too much?" Your thumb grazes over the tip as you squeeze.

"Peaches, peaches," he gasps out as you increase the pressure. "Oh my god, Y/N. Please."

"Good boy. Please what?" You move your head forward and lick a small stripe from the base to the tip. Felix wants to hold his hair and he tries to move his hand instinctively only to remember that it's tied up. The metals clink against each other and Felix groans.

"Move, please," he crunches his noes up and his lips part. "Please. Do something. Don't tease me."

"My baby doesn't want me to tease him, does he?" You lick another strip, this time circling over his glans and Felix moans.

Felix's voice is gorgeous when he begs, low, deep and rough and as visceral as an embrace. You shudder at the impact this man has on you, the soft fabric of your clothing abrasive against his over-sensitized skin. You stroke his cock, squeezing the head gently to tease out thin early release, coating the precum over the tip.

"But what do I do," you look at Felix, his eyes widening when he realises what you have in mind. "What do I do when I want to tease my innocent baby boy?"

You take your time just as you promised, licking small stripes slowly up his cock, occasionally sucking at his balls, rubbing the skin between your fingers. Felix doesn't stop letting out small groans and purrs trying to holding onto something in vain, though holding just his other hand, fingers interlaced in a veneration as he begs for you to take him wholly.

And like a last pathetic attempt, Felix bucks his hip upwards, his reddened tip hitting your lips in surprise as he cries, "Please, please, please—"

You stop in your movements. You bite your lower lip, eyebrows raised as you look at your boyfriend who has his eyes watering and you don't realise how much it excites you — to have him crumbling and begging underneath you.

"Felix."

"I'm sorry, but please, Y/N. Please, please—" He's begging. Your lips curve up slightly.

"You know you have to be a good boy for me, baby boy, to get rewarded. Right?"

"Yes," his voice pitches higher. "Yes, yes. I'll be a good boy. I'll be your good boy. I'll just be your good boy. Only for you." He repeats over and over again, tears finally spilling. "Please."

It's perhaps the tears that makes you give in. It most definitely is the tears. You finally hold the base of his cock and hollowing your mouth, you take him by his tip slowly, licking at it before sucking at it. Chains rattle and Felix moans so loud that he doesn't know whether it is because he's relieved or because he likes being dominated.

You take him in further, sucking at it as you flick your wrist, carpel gliding against each other as you move your hand over his cock. With your lips wet from both your saliva and his precum, you pull out and lick at it, feeling him swell.

"Fuck," you swear and your teeth slightly grazes in response before you stare at him, "Don't swear with that pretty mouth, Lix."

You take him again in your mouth, tongue licking the underside of his cock from the base to the top. The chains clink and he moans, "Hah, babe."

Your head bobs up and down as you work your mouth around his dick, flicking your tongue this way and that to touch at sensitive spots. Every now and then, you suck the excess saliva off with a wet sound, one you knows comforts Felix a lot. The chains clink a lot quicker, rattling against each other and you know he's soon approaching. You pause with your tongue still pressed to the head of your boyfriend's dick.

"Thank you," he mumbles and you catch the gratitude. Your core brushes against his thigh, rubbing yourself against him. Felix pushes his luck and asks, "Can you unchain me so that I can grip on your head?"

You don't respond and instead suck furiously. You make small moans just to let the vibrations hit his dick and sensitise him. And because you know Felix loves it when you are vocal for him. You move your head up and down his length, squeezing the base of his cock while you are at it.

It doesn't take long for Felix to climax. With the ministration of your hand, wrists iced and your mouth bobbing up and down, occasionally letting his cock slip past into your throat, tongue placed flat against his underside, his twitch evident to you. The chains clatter against each other, his knees buckling and Felix's gasps are short, raspier and quicker.

"Baby, baby," he rasps out. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh my god," his voice peaks. "Oh my god. I'm going to come."

You take him out of your mouth as you press your core further into his thigh, his knee bucking suddenly and his flesh hitting against your covered slit. "Do not come till I tell you." Your hand pumps his length rapidly, up and down in a rhythmic motion. The room is filled with moans from Felix's lips, chains rattling loudly and your loud breathing.

And then he trips over into one of oblivion and euphoria. Felix moans as he finishes, a huge load of cum spurting out onto your face, and missing your mouth and tongue that sticks out unknowingly, without a command from you. Felix is too caught up in his overload of emotions to realise what he has done. The slimy, sticky liquid drips down your face, bit by bit onto your cleavage and you look down. Felix opens his eyes and your hand loosely pumps his cock to bring him down his high.

And when he sees the mess he has made of you, his lips part and he is quick to apologise, "I'm sorry. I didn't realise—" he sighs and tries moving his hand to clean you up, though in vain. The metal chain clinks, leaving Felix only with words of apologies to spill out before you.

"Remove the chains, Y/N," Felix asks of you. "Let me clean you up." He shakes his limbs. He whines, "Y/N."

You move away from Felix, jumping off the bed and reaching out for the wet tissues by the side, cleaning yourself up when Felix calls out for you again, "Baby, please, let me help you. I'm sorry."

"Felix," you call out for him and he stops his movements, the rattle of the chains momentarily ceasing. "Eyes on me." You remove your shirt, lifting it up and dropping it down, followed by the rest of your clothings. He gulps, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and sliding down slowly.

"Babe?"

"Lix, you remember your safe word, right?" You slowly get back on the bed, crawling towards your boyfriend still chained to the bed. Felix nodes and you tell him, "Use your words, Lix."

"I remember."

"Good." You hover over him. Felix gulps. "Let's get started on your punishment now then. Someone's been defiant, haven't they?"

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[honey-lemon-teashop]

If you're doing the prompts, 36, 102, and 268 with Simeon please 🤲

Okie, so. A few things.

1) I’ve never actually answered an ask on Tumblr, so if the format is off, I AM SO SORRY.

2) I used the prompts, however, I reworded them to fit my writing style, and also make the story flow better. Hope that’s okay!

3) I did make a reference with the safeword. Kudos to you if you know what it’s from!

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The prompts were

- “Don’t be gentle.”

- “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

- “Even angels can be bad.”

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You were impressed.

Just before school started, you slipped a buttplug into Simeon, and proceeded to spend the entire day flicking through the different intensities.

You’ve been with Simeon for a little over 6 months, and the longer you were together, the more comfortable he got. And the more comfortable Simeon was, the more vocal he became.

So you were shocked when he was able to keep his whimpers and whines at bay.

Well, expect for when Luke was having him try his new scone recipe, and you turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and he let out a loud moan.

Luckily, he was able to blame it on how ‘heavenly’, the scones tasted, so nothing really became of it.

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As soon as classes ended, you practically dragged Simeon to your room in the House of Lamentation.

Pinning him against the door, you grabbed his waist, before leaning in.

“You did so well today, Baby Boy. I think you deserve a reward, no?” you cooed, nipping at his earlobe.

You could feel him nodding rapidly.

“Well, Baby, what do you want your reward to be?”

Simeon responded by mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Gonna have to speak up, Angel. Mommy can’t hear you when you mumble.”

He lifted his head, before repeating what he said.

“I was hoping that maybe we could try out the new outfit you bought me?”

“The maid outfit? With the cat ears?”

Shaking his head, Simeon sighed, before quietly muttering, “Schoolgirl one.”

“Ohhhh.” You said. You had bought two outfits off of Akuzon as part of your 6-month anniversary present. You were both so busy cramming for midterms, that you hadn’t had the chance to use them yet.

“Of course we can. Wanna go grab that from your room while I get things ready in here?”

“Yes, please.”

“Always so polite, Baby.” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before moving towards your bed.

“Anything for you, Mommy.” Said Simeon, blushing.

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10 minutes had passed, and you only had a few minor things to adjust. The only thing missing was Simeon.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts.

Speak of the devil. Or, well. Angel, I suppose.

“Come in, Love!”

You could hear quiet shuffling, and the crinkling of a bag, before it went silent.

Turning around, you looked at your boyfriend.

“You wanna go to the bathroom to get changed? I’m just about finished here.”

“Okay.” He said, taking a few steps, before stopping to look at you. “What’s the scene gonna be?”

Pausing, you thought for a minute.

“How about… I’m your professor, and kept you behind because you’re failing my class?”

A small smile spread across Simeon’s face.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Safeword?” You asked.

“Pineapple juice.”

“Okay, now that that’s settled… Go!!” You giggled, pushing him into your bathroom. “I wanna see you in that outfit already!!”

You shut the door, before yelling, “Scene starts when you leave the bathroom, Dollface!”

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A few minutes later, and a bashful Simeon peeked his head around the door.

“Start?” You reaffirmed.

A thumbs up from Simeon, and you were set.

“Well? Aren’t you going to come in?”

His eyes widened a bit. Glancing down at his outfit, he slowly inched his way into the room.

“Today please, Mr. Simeon.” You said, inspecting your nails.

At your words, Simeon moved forward until he stood directly in front of you.

“Do you know why I called you here, Mr. Simeon?”

Simeon gulped, looking at his feet.

“Yes.”

Reaching out and grabbing his chin, you forced him to meet your gaze.

“Yes, Ma’am.” you said.

“Yes… Yes Ma’am.” He stuttered.

“And why did I call you here?”

“Because… Because I’m failing your class…”

“Correct, Mr. Simeon. I’ve looked over your grades, and after that last exam, I’m afraid I am unable to let you pass.”

“But Ma’am!” Simeon cried, “I need to pass! I can’t fail! Oh, please Ma’am, isn’t there any way I can make it up?”

You raked your eyes over him.

God, you really did a nice job picking out his outfit. A red headband, complete with a bow, sat atop his head. A classic white button up, tied like a bra around his chest, leaving his gorgeous stomach on display. A sleek red tie, done messily around his neck. And riding low on his hips was a skirt. Well, calling it a skirt was giving it a bit too much credit, considering it was barely a scrap of fabric, but it still looked stunning nonetheless. And last but not least- thick, white, thigh-high socks, and a pair of black Mary Janes covering his feet.

It seemed he had also done his makeup at some point- eyeliner and black eyeshadow, paired with a bright red lipstick.

Fuck, how you wanted to ruin him.

Simeon shifted anxiously, clearly waiting for a response.

You slowly stood up, grabbing his waist.

“There is one way…”

“I’ll do it! Thank you, Ma’am! Thank you so much for this opportunity!”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” You murmured, gazing steadily into his eyes.

“...Ma’am?” Simeon answered timidly, eyes wide.

You pulled his body flush against yours. A quiet gasp rewarded you for your actions, before you swallowed it with your mouth.

Slowly tracing his lips with your tongue, you squeezed his ass. His mouth opened in a moan, giving you the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. Gently cupping his jaw, you continued kissing him, before finally parting for air.

Simeon was panting, looking up at you, eyes heavily lidded. You could see a few smudges of lipstick in the area around his lips, making you chuckle.

You pulled away to sit on the bed, making him whine.

“You answered 20 questions incorrect on your last exam, Mr. Simeon. You know this sort of thing can’t go without punishment.”

“But Ma’am, I-”

“No buts. I want you over my knee. Now.”

Simeon seemed to hesitate, before slowly laying himself over your lap.

Grabbing the ruler from the bedside table, you spoke.

“Mr. Simeon, you will be receiving 20 strokes; one for each problem you missed. I want you to count them aloud. If you mess up counting in any way, we’ll start over. Am I clear?”

“...Yes Ma’am.” Simeon muttered.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it until your eyes met his.

“Louder, Mr. Simeon. I can’t hear you.”

You felt his cock twitch where it rested on your thigh, making you smirk.

“Yes Ma’am!” He said loudly, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“Good.” You said, throwing his head back down. “Let’s get started then, shall we?”

Using the ruler, you flipped his skirt up, revealing his ass.

“Oh?” You said. “What’s this?”

Tracing your fingers along the seam, you admired the white lace thong he wore.

“God, what a slut. It’s like you wanted me to punish you.”

Simeon moaned and wiggled his ass in response.

You ran your palm over him a few more times, before switching back to the ruler.

Bringing your arm back, you let the ruler fall onto his right cheek. Hard.

“Ahh!” Simeon squeaked, jolting forwards on your lap, thighs pressed tightly together.

You waited a moment, before grabbing his hair again.

“What did I just fucking tell you, you useless fucking whore?” You seethed.

You could see Simeon running through his memories, trying to find what he did wrong. It was another moment, before horrified realization flashed across his face.

“...You told me to count,” he said, avoiding your gaze.

“Correct. I didn’t think we would be starting over this soon. After all, aren’t angels supposed to be good at taking directions?”

“I…” He said, looking around wildly.

“I guess angels can be bad, too, huh?”

Simeon only whimpered in response.

You went to strike him again, but paused before you swung.

“Remember to count this time, Mr. Simeon.”

And with that, the ruler went flying down onto his left cheek.

“One!” Simeon said, before he peeked up at you.

“You don’t have to be gentle, you know.” He began. “I can take it.”

“Oh really?” You said with a laugh. “You’ll regret saying that, Mr. Simeon.”

You swung again, and again, and again.

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“Thirteen, foURTEEN, FIFTEEN!” Simeon squealed, as you landed three harsh slaps in rapid succession.

Running the ruler over the marks, you spoke.

“Only a few more to go, Mr. Simeon, and then you’ll be done.”

Sighing in relief, Simeon let his head hang briefly.

Your next hit was hard- the hardest yet- and it landed directly on the skin where his ass met his thighs.

“SEVENTEEN!” He cried, biting his lip.

“God, what a dumb little angel you are, Mr. Simeon.” You tutted.

Simeon’s eyes flew open, and his head whipped around to face you. He looked at you in confusion.

“What number comes after fifteen, Mr. Simeon?”

He let out a gasp, before frantically trying to explain.

“Ma’am, it’s. I-”

“You knew the rules, Mr. Simeon. Again. From one.”

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“NINETEEN!”

Simeon was wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked.

His ass was a dark red, and covered in welts. His face was pink and blotchy from crying. Eyeliner ran down his cheeks in messy streaks, and there was a huge smear of lipstick on the left side of his face. He was ruined.

But despite everything, his cock laid hot and heavy against your thigh.

Your last hit was a bit lighter than the previous ones, but you made sure to clip his balls in the spank.

“SHIT! OH FUCK. TWENTY. TWENTY TWENTY TWENTY.” he wailed, before cumming all over your lap.

You laughed, grabbing a handful of his ass.

“Did you really just cum from getting spanked?” you said. “You must’ve wanted this pretty damn bad, then.”

You hoisted Simeon up, until he sat straddling your lap. Tilting his chin up, you continued.

“You may have passed the test, but you still have a number of outstanding assignments. And not to mention your horrible attendance.”

He sniffled.

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Well,” you began, “you can start by sucking my strap.”

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Simeon knew he was in for a long night.

#angel simeon #obey me #dom!reader #obey me simeon #simeon x mc #🍋.simeon #🫖.obeyme #honey lemon teashop

[andreafmn]

Keeping Secrets - One Shot

Word Count: 2,559

Description: (Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral female and male receiving, unprotected sex, mild choking, insemination, foul language

A/N: I'll be back to updating the current stories next week. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better 😊

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It had been a long week in Seattle working on a case and all of us were exhausted. We had about six hours until we were back home and resting in our beds… or engaging in other types of physical activities. Currently, Aaron and I were doing paperwork sat across a sleeping JJ and Emily; listening to a game of chess happening behind them between Reid and Rossi, and the soft snores of the laid-out Derek.

"So, are you coming over when we land?" Hotch whispered as he pretended to be showing me something he had written down, a beige folder shielding our faces from view.

"I don't know. We can also go to my place," I smirked. “If you want.”

"You know I always do," he smiled. Our hands started inching towards each other between the papers sprawled out on the table in front of us.

"Ugh, how much longer!" Emily yawned, her arms shooting up in a stretch. Aaron and I got startled, and settled back into our chair, the touch of Aaron's fingers rapidly becoming ghostly. It's not that we didn't trust our team but we wanted to remain a secret for as long as we could. We weren't sure if the groggy agent in front of us had seen anything, so we stayed at an arms-length until we were back in the bullpen.

"Heading out, (Y/N)?" Morgan asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I still have some paperwork to finish up. I think I'm gonna stay late to finish up," I said. Once Reid, the last member in the office, left, I headed straight to Hotch's office.

I softly knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter the closed room. Many a late-night had we spent inside these four walls, involved in activities not safe for watching in the workspace. Hotch's head was lowered and buried in a pile of papers. I cleared my throat and his head shot up, a sinful grin dancing on his lips.

"Finished all the paperwork for the case," I smiled. “Just need your signature.”

"Good. Lock the door," he commanded. As I locked the door and closed the blinds, he started clearing the desk. "Now, come here."

I quickly abided by his instruction, standing between his legs, looking up as he towered over me. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Someone's excited right now,'' he teased. “Couldn’t wait until we got home?”

I shook my head and we laughed as he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. It was rough and hungry at first, quickly shifting into slow and passionate before we came up for air. We stared at each other's eyes before ravishing once more in an intense kiss. His lips started to travel down to my neck, lingering for the right amount of time in certain spots.

"Be careful not to leave exposed marks,'' I giggled. "Don't want people asking questions, right?"

"It looks like you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he mumbled, his lips only hovering over my skin to let the words out.

"Agent Hotchner, I'm not playing."

"I am," he said hungrily. Ever since our relationship had started, my wardrobe had changed a bit, too many turtlenecks. Aaron enjoyed leaving exposed marks on my skin, loving the thrill of possibly exposing our relationship.

His hands started working the buttons of my shirt as his mouth kept ravishing my exposed skin. My hands joined his in action and started unbuttoning his shirt, running them over his chest to remove the cloth denying our bodies to get closer. Both our shirts got piled in a corner, the rest of our clothes joining soon after.

"You are absolutely stunning, (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

"Now enough playing around. On the desk,'' he commanded in the authoritarian tone that always made my knees week and puddle to form in my downstairs. "Look how wet you are, kitten. Have you been waiting long?"

"Ever since we got into that airplane I've been imagining what you would do when we hit ground." He grinned devilishly as he lowered himself and peeled my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers tickled my skin leaving indents in my thighs’ flesh. “Aaron, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll do it.”

“Make me scream,” I whispered.

He grinned once more at me and dove to devour the aching mound before him. His mouth encircled it and his tongue teased my clit, the feeling reverberating through my whole body. My body squirmed and my hands flew to his hair, tugging every time electricity coursed through my body. My right hand was free and landed on my right breast, massaging the flesh to add to the ecstasy of the moment. The moans that erupted from my throat only worked to enliven his movements.

Soon enough, Hotchner’s tongue was aided by two of his fingers, plunging into me without mercy. A scream left my mouth, letting Aaron know the gleeful energy that was coursing through me. He chuckled against me, the vibrations rushing through the already swollen clit. His fingers plunged in and out at a punishing pace, and I could feel myself already clenching around him.

“Already, ready to cum, darling? Were you really that aroused?” I nodded. The only sounds that were leaving my mouth were moans and whines of pleasure. “I need you to answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Mm... S-Sir... I was, mm, fucking on fire,” I breathed out. The answer was what he needed to send me over the edge. “FUCK!”

My chest heaved up and down as I stabilized it, feeling Aaron’s tongue press flag against my entrance, cleaning the area of all the juices that had sprouted. “You always taste so good, (Y/N).”

He stood up and towered over me, crashing his lips onto mine. I could taste myself on him as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Aaron’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure no space was left between us. I could feel his erection twitch pressed against me, it was obvious that he was painfully hard at the moment.

As we broke apart from the kiss, I pushed him back onto his office chair. It was my turn to return the favor. My hand traveled down his body and landed on his knees, spreading them apart to allow me to get closer. He hissed when I squeezed the base of his length. At this point, any sort of stimuli would send him over the edge.

I teased the tip by circling my tongue around it and chuckled as he gripped the armchairs whilst letting out guttural moans. “Don’t tease, (Y/N).”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The real amusement started when I took him halfway into my mouth, humming laughs of pleasure to boost the feeling. I knew I was doing good when he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me further down his shaft, stopping at the back of my throat. He allowed me to come up for air as I started gagging, webs of drool being left behind as I wiped the inevitable pooling that had formed around my eyes.

Seconds later, I was switching from bobbing up and down his length, furthering his reach of a climax, to sucking on his crown jewels. An action that had them contracting as he got closer and closer to ecstasy. His nails were now digging into the faux leather fabric of his chair, culmination in sight. As I took his cock out of my mouth, my hands softly stroked the flesh.

"Mm, mm, sir. You don't get to cum just yet," I whispered in his ears. "I want it all inside me."

In a swift motion, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to tangle my legs around his. As we kissed, he transferred our bodies to the couch that resided in his office. My back made contact with the fabric as Aaron broke the kiss, aligning himself between my open legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It would take far too long to wait until we got to either of our homes.

He stroked the head of his length from my clit to my entrance, teasing and wetting it before he entered. The stimulation had me clawing at his back, needing to feel even more connected to him than I already was.

“You’re such a tease, Aaron.”

“So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” He laughed. “Alright, because you did so good a while back, I’ll reward you.”

“Good,” I smiled.

He bent down to lay one more kiss on my lips before plunging deep into me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him inside me. There was no doubt that he was physically endowed, and my body always needed time to adjust to his size. But this time he didn’t wait, and he thrust at a punishing pace into my clenched orifice. We both wanted to feel each other as close as humanly possible, to become one in the best way we knew how.

Our bodies were sweaty, and our breath was staggered, moving at the same pace as Aaron’s thrusts. His back was marked by my fingernails and my neck was marked by his mouth. He pushed in and out of me at a rapid rhythm, hitting the right spot every time. My already wet insides were already pooling once again.

“Aaron, I’m s-so close,” I breathed out. “Don’t s-stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

This lit a fire in Aaron, and he started thrusting harder than I thought possible. His free hand landed on my neck, his thumb in my mouth, the pressure only arousing us further. The whimpers and the moans that escaped my mouth mixed with the groans that Aaron was making, a blend of animalistic sounds that would alarm anyone. I felt myself clenching more and added my hand to the mixture to massage my clit, adding more pleasure to the climax that was arising.

“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” I nodded. “I want to hear you scream.”

And scream I did. As he plunged deeper and harder, I reached the peak I was searching for, yelling out his name as I exploded around him. The tightness from my own body helping him reach his own climax, where he pushed into me his release. My body arched I felt him emptying himself inside me, his head falling onto the crook of my neck, both almost out of breath, an electric current coursing through our veins. As he exited me, his length was replaced with his fingers, pushing his seed back into me. Not a single drop to be wasted.

We relished in the aftermath, laying together on the couch. He was propped on his elbow, staring down at my face in the dimmed light of his office.

“You know this would have been a lot better if we were in my big bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re the one that came in here all hot and bothered. Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes until I finished some files.” His hand stroked my cheek, inspecting every part of my face. “But neither of us would have made it home. Too much pent-up energy in us.”

“That wouldn’t happen if we just used the no other rooms left and you stopped pairing me up with Spencer for rooming.”

“I thought it would be less inconspicuous.”

“We used to sleep together before we, you know, slept together.”

“Good thing I make the placements then. A quick switch around never hurt anybody.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, a smile playing on both our mouths.

“I could always go for a round two, you know.”

Bait laid.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Prey caught.

We started scavenging for our clothes, putting them on knowing full well that the second we got to my apartment they would be ripped off once again. He packed his briefcase and we headed out of his office, giggling like high school kids.

“Where you two going in such a rush?” A voice stopped us dead in our tracks, draining all the blood from our faces. Pale and shaky we turned around to be met with Emily’s smirking face.

“We’re going home for the night,” Aaron regained his composure. “We were finishing up some paperwork.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you and let you go on your merry way,” she bargained. “How would you explain the tussled hair, the purple marks? Oh, and (Y/N), you missed a button.”

I looked down and noticed the missed button; I looked up and noticed Aaron’s hair; I touched my neck and felt the tender areas. There was no explaining that.

“So, how long has this been going on? My guess, month and a half to two months?”

“It’s been two months,” I said looking down. The blood that had rushed back depositing itself on my cheeks.

“Alright, pay up, guys.”

From the briefing room came Derek, Spencer, JJ, David, and Penelope, all laughing at their unit chief and teammate. JJ and Spencer went to Emily’s side, and each received a 20-dollar bill from the rest of the team. Not only had we been found out, but the team had known about it long enough to place bets.

“How long have you guys known?” Aaron spoke up, a sigh leaving his lips.

“We started noticing certain behaviors roughly two weeks ago,” Dave answered.

“You guys hid it very well for the first month, we’ll give you that,” JJ interjected. “But you got sloppy.”

“In what way? We always watched our moves in front of you guys.”

“Well, hand placements staying longer than needed; playful stares; overnight workdays; the turtlenecks; not to mention you guys holding hands on the plane whenever you think we aren’t looking,” Spencer mused. “But you could have told us.”

“You know we would have kept your secret,” Derek added.

“And we know that but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Us being in a relationship is a potential liability to the team. If Strauss found out one or both of us could lose our jobs or be transferred,” Aaron explained. “We didn’t want you guys to have to compromise yourselves with our secret.”

“Oh my gosh! You both know we would never let that happen,” Penelope chimed. “It’s better that we know. Now, we can look out for the both of you.”

“Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it,” I smiled.

The team congratulated us with hugs and excitement, this time before leaving for real. Aaron and I caught a separate elevator, laughing at what had happened. We both knew our relationship wouldn’t have stayed a secret for too long before they found out, but we truly believed we had been doing a better job at hiding it.

“Are you still coming over?” I smiled up at Aaron, being engulfed by his arms. His chin resting on my head.

“It pains me that you have to ask,” he laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

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[newtonsheffield]

Hello! It’s me again, back on your blog for some serotonin 😁 first of all, I have a very serious question: how in the world can you crank out long fics, headcanons, and be a kickass healthcare professional?? As someone who is about to graduate and become a healthcare professional, you’re my role model tbh

Second, could I get some headcanons or a drabble about Benedict and Sophie at Kanthony’s wedding? Maybe Benedict explaining why he’s constantly in bed with his brother’s wife. Or Sophie insisted she has to get back to work, so Benedict refuses to leave her side. All of the siblings being so excited that Kate found Sophie so Benedict can shut up about her (though we know he never will). Basically a continuation of where Enchanted left off. Sophie is my favorite and I just want her to have all of the happiness, especially in this world you’ve created 🥺

(Also my name is Abby, figured you should know because I’m going to be in your inbox a lot. I’m sorry in advance. Please tell me when you need me to stop flooding your asks 😂)

Abby! Hello! So nice to meet you! 

I have a very serious answer to you very serious question which is: Abby, my dude, my pal: I don’t have a life.😂😂Here’s the thing about me: I don’t generally enjoy the company of other people. I’m an extreme introvert for the most part and I spend all day talking to people in my job, or at them really, They tend not to be able to respond when you have your hands in their mouth. So... Healthcare is kind of...exhausting and so it’s good to have a hobby to lighten the mood And this is mine! I’m an... odd person probably, I think. You’d have to ask someone that’s met me. So I usually just hang out with my cat (Diana, Lady Supreme) and bake (I make a very nice sourdough loaf). 

So TLDR: Being an introvert leaves you with a lot of free time and if you’re going to work in healthcare you are gonna need to find something to relieve stress. So as you can see, the thought of me being a role model to any person is laughable tbh.   😂😂 Ya girl’s a mess, one only needs to glance upon my instagram to see that! 

But also: What are you studying?! Healthcare can be rewarding but it is also a difficult job! 

Anyway! Sophie Beckett! A precious cinnamon roll tbh! Shall we check in with her immediately after Enchanted ended?!

 When she looked back on it now, Sophie was willing to say the 15 minutes after she was shoved into the Marquee at Aubrey Hall were, very... confusing. Benedict was there, and for the first time in her life she’d reached out and been selfish, taken what she wanted for herself. And his lips against hers had felt ridiculously right, and then everything had been a little overwhelming. As a ludicrously imposing man tapped on her shoulder, his arm wrapped tightly around the waist of his equally intimidating new wife and said possibly the last thing she’d ever expected him to say.

“I’m so glad to meet you! Maybe now I can stop finding Benedict in bed with my wife!” And he’d laughed brightly, as had Kate to Sophie’s very great surprise. And she could feel everyone’s curious eyes on her, and her cheeks were burning and she had to remind herself to breathe, despite Benedict’s hand tucked neatly in hers. 

“I um... I should... go back to work.” Sophie said awkwardly after several seconds. And Anthony looked a little sheepish as Kate said “Don’t let Anthony scare you off Sophie, he’s secretly a big softie.” But the statement did nothing to quell the panic rising in her chest. even as she said “And Mrs. Gibbons has refused to let you back in the kitchen tonight I’m afraid.”  Sophie tried to force a smile, she could feel Benedict’s eyes watching her closely as he said, “I’m afraid, that I’m going to have to cut out on your wedding a little early.” He said gently, and then with a smirk on his face that did funny things to Sophie’s heartbeat he said “Congrats Kate, You’ll realise you should have married Greg over this prim idiot.” And then he tugged on Sophie’s arm leaving Kate laughing happily behind them, and a different man’s voice, close by Lucy saying, “Is that who I think it is?”  

As soon as they were out of the marquee Sophie could breathe easier. Long deep breaths pulling into her chest.  “I haven’t... slept with Kate you know.” Benedict’s voice cut through the air after several seconds, And Sophie let out a surprised splutter at the bluntness of the subject, though she wasn’t exactly surprised by the statement. She raised her eyebrows. “I sort of assumed as much?” And Benedict seemed to relax, exhaling sharply, and she couldn’t risk teasing him, just a little, the familiar pattern of them, standing close outside a wedding coming back to her.  “While I don’t doubt your obvious charms Ben, Kate seems very much in love with your brother.” Benedict rolled his eyes for a moment before looking seriously back at her. “It seems... pretty obvious at this point that Kate was looking for you. And you deserve to know why.” And Sophie’s breath caught, and despite the fact she wanted to avert her eyes, she forced herself to maintain eye contact. 

“I have driven my entire family absolutely insane for the last 12 months, talking about you. Edwina walked off a shoot because I wouldn’t stop talking about you, I was making her life hell apparently. I’d go out every Friday and look for you. And every Saturday I’d have breakfast with Kate and she’d listen to me complain that I hadn’t been able to. That’s how much I wanted to find you Sophie.” He laughed at the end his eyes shining at her and tears pricked at her eyes, an apology clawing its way from her chest. “I’m sorry that I-” She started Benedict shook his head, his arms wrapping around her tightly. “I don’t care Sophie, you’re here now and that’s all I care about. But I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight, Cinderella.” 

And laughter bubbled up inside her chest as he tugged her further away from the marquee.      

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