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chain-link-smut · 8 months

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 24: Dark x Reader(Fem) - Arrested and Nearly Caught

Summary: Dating Dark came with risks, but you never thought that one of those risks was his parole officer, your big brother, would nearly catch you in the act. Dark was asking for trouble when he just continued to fuck you while you identity stayed hidden.

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Walking into Dark's apartment after a long overnight shift you kicked off your boots and hung up your keys. The smell in the air was amazing! Following the smell, it led you to the kitchen where Dark was cooking. Of course the rescue kitten and puppy, Jeff and Rolo were happily standing by to help and have scraps. Jeff liked to give "instructions" on stirring and flipping and Rolo was being a sleepy speed bump in Dark's path to the sink per usual, at least that was until they saw you.

After being greeted warmly by the fur babies, you wrapped your arms around Dark from behind. You took a deep breath and let the stresses of work roll right off.

Dark chuckled, rubbing your hand that was on his ribs. "Is that your gun digging into my ass or are you just happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny." You giggled even though he used that joke more times than it should be. "What are you making?"

"Pancakes and they are just now ready. Go sit and eat, then shower. You smell like Folgers coffee and stale doughnuts."

"Did you just stereotype me?" You gawked at him playfully. When he turned and looked at you with one eyebrow up, you whispered, "Community Coffee and a chocolate Croissant."

"You cops are all the same." He kissed your lips as he placed the plate on the table.

"It's the only place open at 3AM!"

"I could just bring you breakfast."

You glared at him only for the reason that it was too good to be true. "Mhm, and how do you plan on doing that if you are on house arrest from 10:00 PM - 9:00 AM?"

"I have my ways that you don't need to know of." He winked at you. That was one thing he did make sure of. If he was going to do anything 'stupid' he left you out so it wouldn't jeopardize your career as an officer.

Breakfast and a hot shower later, you felt refreshed and ready for whatever the day brought, even if it was just sleep for the next 24hrs. Tossing the towel into the dirty clothes and adjusting the oversized hoodie, you see Dark’s backside. He was in nothing but a fitted pair of briefs and the tattoos along his back.

Your eyes slowly went from his silver and white hair, his traps, his long and toned back muscles to his hips. The man had a perfect ass. A thought sparked! Tip toeing to your tactical belt in the kitchen (Dark insisted on double checking your weapon every day and cleaning it if it was shot) and grabbed the cuffs, then snuck behind him again in the small living room. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water?"

Dark had his phone in hand when he turned around, both wrists at perfect height. You slapped the cuffs around his wrist, keeping them decently loose. He seemed a little startled at first, but he gave that devilish grin and his ruby red eyes darkened. "Oh? What am I being arrested for, officer?" He closed the gap some as he jingled the metal.

"For being too damn sexy." You took a few steps backwards, him following.

"Is that so? Are you going to read me my rights?"

You were pressed against the wall, his hands just inches away from you. You giggled for what seemed to be the tenth time since you showed up. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"I can find a way to do that." He knelt down in front of you, cuffed hands pulling up the hoodie so he could see what he wanted.

"- anything you say can and will… be… used against... you… Oh sweet Hylia! "

Dark had lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder before he began lightly sucking on your clit. He used his fingers to massage just outside of your folds and up into your hood. One of his thumbs slipped inside you, just past the rim and began teasing you. Grabbing his bangs drew out a hungry growl. Not able to get to where he wanted to be, he lifted you up with the help of the wall for support. Both legs over his shoulder, he finally was able to lap at the slick area he wanted. His overly talented tongue moved in ways that had you shivering in his hold.

Dark, with you still on his shoulders, carries you to the bed, tossing you down. He eagerly kissed you, letting you taste yourself, then was back to having his face between your legs. He lapped at the wetness you were producing for him, because of him. Taking a breath, he asked, “Now what can I do to have these removed?” He shook the cuffs.

“B-bribing an officer now? That will cost you extra time with them on.”

“How long?” He kissed your inner thigh.

“All day, as a start.”

“Mmm, then I guess I better get started with serving my time.” Dark openly tongue fucked and fingered you into oblivion, coaxing you to cum over and over again. That was until the puppy, Rolo, began barking in the living room and the front door was flung open.

“Who the-” You startled, but Dark placed a hand over your mouth.

“Dark, you home?”

You ripped Dark’s hand from your mouth, harshly whispering, “Why the fuck is my brother here?!”

“Your brother? You’re Time’s sister?”

“Little sister.”

“Oh this is going to go really bad or really good.” You didn’t like that tone, he was planning something. He pulled the hood of your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, then the sleeves to cover your hands. He pulled the blankets back at the foot of the bed, moving you himself to get under them. The footboard and the sheets were going to conceal you completely. He took off his briefs and slid into the covers with you, hovering over you. “In here!”

“What are you-”

“Shh, stay quiet for me darling. Let’s have some fun.” This shithead!!

You could hear Time’s heavy boots scuff the floor then halt at the door that was on the other side of the room. You stayed as quiet as you could. “I have a job for- what the hell are you doing?”

“Fucking your sister.” As he said it, he inserted himself and it took everything you had not to moan.

“My sister wouldn’t sink so low as to be with you. Cuffs for foreplay or did you get arrested today and escape… again?”

Dark rolled his hips, making you bite down on the thick hoodie. “I don’t know. Does your sister like this kind of thing?” Oooh he was asking for it!

“Gross… I have a job for you.”

With Dark still keeping a steady pace thrusting into you, you tried to focus on what was said, but it proved to be too difficult. You tried to keep the noises down, though a few slipped out. Dark softly hushed you, nicely telling you to stay quiet for him. He chuckled at your glare.

The two kept talking over a case, some operation and how there needed to be an inside man, but all you could do was pay attention to how thick Dark was and how close you were getting to another orgasm despite Time being in the room. This was so wrong, but you were nearly there! You just needed that last push over the edge and you could relax again. You snuck your hand under the sheets and rubbed at your clit, catching Dark’s darkened by lust eyes. He kept his eyes on you as he sped up, matching the vigorous speed you set. He slipped three fingers into your mouth right before you came to keep you silent.

“He’s gone.” He removed his fingers, stroking your lips with wet fingers. “You dirty little thing. You enjoyed the thrill and anxiety of potentially getting caught, didn’t you?”

You smiled up at him sleepily, eyes half lidded. “Would have preferred it not be him that could have caught us, still, yes.”

“I guess we will see if he noticed your badge on the dresser.” Said dresser was right at the bedroom door.

“He is going to kick your ass.” You had the giggles now, lack of sleep catching up.

“We can worry about that tomorrow. For now, I’m not finished serving my sentence, Ma’am.” He began fucking you again in earnest.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

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piratefalls · 18 days

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thanks @jmagnabo92 @kiwiana-writes and @magicandarchery for the tags! I've been struggling with psych au for a hot minute, but keep coming up with random, contextless bits and pieces that make me laugh, so i thought for today, i'd pull some fun quotes from my notes app. one of these is a nod to a running gag in the show, so let me know if you spot it! (tags under the cut.)

And Henry? Henry actually looks offended. "I am begging your finest pardon?"

"Nora, you got caught in the middle of a bank robbery last month."

"See, that the difference, Alex. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. When we get in trouble doing this job it is very rarely under those circumstances, and it's almost always your fault."

"So how'd an attractive Brit like yourself wind up going from redcoat to turncoat?"

"Spite, mostly."

Alex is a "zig when you zag" kind of guy. Mostly with the intention of being petty.

"Don't be a Surprised Pikachu, Zahra. I can know things, too."

"Am I the only one who thinks this feels a little off?"

"No, you're right," Nora hums, head cocked to the side as though she's studying them. "It's very...Folgers commercial."

Henry spits out his tea.

+ 1 I shared a while ago but love so much I'm doing it again.

"And now here I am," Alex says, arms wide as he gestures at the cluttered office space around him. "The funny bone in the long arm of the law."

tagging @ninzied @alasse9 @onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @priincebutt

@forever-fixating @firenati0n @duchessdepolignaca03 @taste-thewaste @jellibuns

@nocoastposts + an open tag!

#rwrb #firstprince #kelly writes a psych au #six sentence sunday

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ruthiesrambles2 · 5 months

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It didn't take long for the passage of time to change.

It has been 28 days since departure.

Seasons replicated artificially in the greenhouse cars, but otherwise hours rolled into hours, days into days. Every morning, a voice from above, from ahead: Wilford Industries wishes you good morning, and the sun creeping in if you were blessed with a window. Otherwise the long night: the belly of the train, the storage cars, sanitation. Every evening the same: Wilford Industries wishes you good night.

It has been 109 days since departure.

A calendar was hardly an essential item, nor a sentimental one.

And so, weeks, months, years ceased to exist.

It has been 431 days since departure.

And so it was, in third class, amongst the working folk. Dates were like a distant memory. Some family heirloom in the attic that you know you'll probably never touch or use or think of. But you hold onto it. For posterity.

It has been 796 days since departure.

The doctor knows her wedding anniversary is soon. But she's skipped a day, she thinks, somewhere in her calculations. She tries to work it out again, presses the heel of her hand into her eyes. She's tired. Everyone is tired.