#i just wanna write smut nothing complex

[bruhlsbees]

why is getting back into writing so hard

#drey’s empty thoughts #nanowrimo 2023 #i just wanna write smut nothing complex

[starsinthesky5]

wanna get out of here? | joe burrow x reader

description: an impromptu getaway is exactly what you and joe needed

a/n: ahhh my second fic!! all the love on my first one gave me the motivation to go and write another one :) i hope you all like this one!

warnings: smut (hope it’s not too bad since it’s my first time writing it LOL), language

word count: 6 k

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Wednesday 

The sounds of hammering rain and thunder were all you could focus on as you were sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket trying to finish an overly complex project for work. You had been trying to finish the final section for the past week but you simply could not get rid of the restless feeling that had engulfed you over the past few days. 

Joe, on the other hand, was sitting right next to you. He was staring at the TV which had on some random rerun episode of The Office. Normally, he’d be laughing along to the show no matter how many times he had seen the episode, but today he was quiet & agitated. He had been overwhelmed this past month with intense rehab for his wrist injury; on top of which he had his off-season workouts every day which had also been incredibly vigorous. He was mentally and physically burnt out and needed something to take his mind off of everything. He noticed that you also had been swamped with work which caused you to be on edge the whole week, preventing you two from having any real 1 on 1 time like you usually do, and he wasn’t having it. 

You were typing away on your computer, another idea that would probably lead to nothing, before you heard the TV turn off. 

You turned your head to Joe and saw his blank face. “Everything Okay?” you questioned while reaching for his hand. 

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked while interlocking your hands, still looking expressionless. 

“Joey there is literally a monsoon happening outside right now,” you deadpanned as you squeezed his hand. 

“Not out there. I mean do you wanna get out of Ohio?”.

“Who are you and what have you done with my fiancee,” you laughed. 

“What?” he asked, looking quizzical as if he had no idea why you said that.

“You, the same man that never leaves his house unless it’s business or football related. And sometimes due to a forced social activity, or occasionally to have fun, wants to leave Ohio? You’re practically a turtle that stays in its shell all day,” you say before going back to your work project. 

Joe is slightly taken aback by what you said. Deep down he knows you aren’t wrong, he doesn’t go out very often, which made what he said next even more necessary. 

“Let’s go to the Bahamas this weekend. I can call up Ted and get a jet here and we can leave Friday morning. I’m thinking we stay at a lowkey house on a private beach for maybe 4 days,” he says.

You think he’s just messing with you but when you look over at him, he looks serious. 

“Where is this coming from?” you say with worry in your voice. In the 5 years, you and Joe have been together, he’d never sprung an idea of a vacation on you by himself, it was always mutual. And you’d never left the States before either. You close your computer and turn to face him. 

“I’m just so fucking tired,” he says with a sigh. “These past few weeks have been really intense and I just need a break.” 

Your face drops as he continues. He’d been under so much pressure lately with OTA’s slowly approaching and training amping up; plus all the background noise. He’d start throwing in the next month or so and deep down he was nervous. He didn’t know how it was going to go and if all this rehab was even worth it if he was never going to be able to get back to where he was. 

“And you’ve been stressed out all week because of work and it feels like we haven’t had just ‘us’ time,” he adds. 

Joe was right. He’d be gone all day with either rehab or workouts and the only time you two would get together would be dinner. And by dinner, you’d be too exhausted to do anything but eat and rush off to bed. 

You spend a few moments contemplating his offer. It would be nice to get away for a few days and you both needed the change of environment badly. 

“Okay, let’s do it," you say with a smile as you pull him in for a hug. 

“But just so you know, since we’d be leaving in 2 days, I’m going to be an absolute nightmare when it comes to packing,” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“Oh, I'm well aware. You only get 2 days to stress about packing and not a whole week like usual,” he laughs. 

Thursday Evening 

You both spent the majority of the day planning your impromptu vacation. You found the perfect beach house on the other side of Nassau, away from the main part of the island. It was hidden by palm trees and had a private beach which made it easy to unwind without any prying eyes. You would spend the week there and pick out a few activities nearby to occupy your time. You also chose a few places to eat although you both decided to cook at home for the majority of your stay. 

Currently, you were sitting on your closet floor attempting to pack your suitcase but were majorly failing. Packing was never your strong suit, especially if you had to pack the day before a trip. The closet looked like a war zone, things were everywhere. 

“This is the wrong time to not be able to find anything,” you say to yourself while getting up once again to hunt for missing items. 

Joe walked into the closet and saw you frantically pacing back and forth looking for something. 

“Babe, are you Okay?” He asked while sitting down on the stool. 

“Have you seen my new white bikini? Or my sunglasses? Or my tank tops?” You asked, aggravated that you couldn’t find your stuff.

“I literally cannot find anything,” You added before giving Joe a look. He knew that look all too well, you were 1 misplaced item away from having a full breakdown. 

He got up from the stool and walked over to where you were, put his hands on your shoulders, and said “Y/N you could wear a potato sack and still look amazing. Stop stressing about it, this vacation is supposed to get rid of the stress. Not add onto it,”

You let out a deep breath and say “You’re right. It’s just us anyway. I’ll just pack some nice dresses and stuff whatever in the suitcase,” 

“The fewer clothes the better,” Joe smirks and says before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. 

“You’re insatiable,” you say against his lips. 

After you finish packing your suitcase, you get ready for bed since you have a fairly early flight. It took Joe about 15 minutes to pack his things, which came as no surprise since he is the biggest outfit repeater you know. You’re just about ready to doze off before you feel Joe’s hand creep up your leg and squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm Joe not right now,” you say half asleeply. “Go to bed,”

“Not that,” he states. “I can’t fall asleep,” he mumbles. 

You let out a sigh before turning to face him. No way you’re getting any sleep now. “What’s wrong,” you say as you move his messy curls out of his eyes. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep,” he says. 

You knew Joe too well to know when something was bothering him. His confession earlier was only the tip of the iceberg. Something was bugging him and you needed him to talk to you.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours,” you say as you play with his curls. 

He stayed silent for a few heartbeats, not knowing if he should unload his heavy thoughts on you right before a vacation. But he knew that it was just you. You’d always listen to whatever he had to say, no matter the time or place. 

“Just everything.” He says, meeting your eyes. “Rehab has been going great and training has been too, and I should be happy about that but I just can’t get rid of that feeling,”

“What feeling?” You question.

“Feeling like I won’t be good enough. I know what people are saying; overpaid, overrated, no rings, injury-prone. And they aren’t wrong. I don’t have anything to back up why people think I’m a top 3 quarterback,” 

Your heart breaks as he continues to talk. The fact that Joe feels like he isn’t good enough is mind-boggling to you. He’s one of the best damn players you’ve ever seen and you wish you could do something to get rid of his doubts, but you knew that that was something he had to do on his own. 

“But you do have things to back it up. You had one of the greatest college football seasons ever. Winning the Natty and the Heisman was only the start of your legacy. You were drafted by an organization that was in desperate need of saving and you made an impact that not many could have done,” you say as you see a small smile on his face.

“You had a shitty rookie season with tearing basically everything in your knee, but you worked hard and came back better than ever fucking before. You went on and led the team to their first playoff win in 30 years and went to the fucking Super Bowl in your first full season,” you add.

“Yeah, you didn’t win. But you put the entire league on notice and showed them who the hell you are. And then you did it again next year even though you didn’t go all the way. This past year was rough and didn’t go the way anyone would have expected, but this is part of what makes you, you.” you say with a smile as he stares deeply into your eyes. 

“You thrive when there’s adversity. It makes you work harder for what you want and it always pays off one way or another. You always come out better and stronger. You are a great quarterback and are absolutely more than good enough. You’re going to have your moment soon, and I know it,” you conclude. 

Joe stares into your eyes for a few more heartbeats. You knew exactly what to say to bring him back down from whatever cloud he was stuck on and he was so thankful for you. 

“I love you,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. 

“I love you more, always,” you laugh as he kisses the hell out of you. 

You two spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace. You finally felt at peace once you heard Joe’s soft snores fill the room and finally got some sleep.

Friday

You both got up pretty early for your flight, taking a quick shower before packing the car and heading to the airport. After boarding the plane you both took off your shoes, pulled out your fav blanket, and got comfy. 

“Are you excited?” Joe beams.

“Excited is an understatement, Burrow,” you smirk. “Getting you out of Ohio might be my favorite part,”. 

“I’m so looking forward to getting some sun and swimming in that big pool,” he says, referring to the massive pool that’s a part of the house you rented.  

“It’s like you’re a whole new person,” you smile while leaning your head on his shoulder. He smiles and kisses your forehead before pulling out his laptop to turn on a movie. 

“Oooo what are we gonna watch?” you excitedly question. 

“I was thinking of either ‘Grown-Ups’ or ‘21 Jump Street’,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s do Jump Street, it’s been a while since we watched that,” you say. 

You spent the rest of the flight watching movies, playing a few card games, and eventually taking a small nap before the plane landed. 

A few hours later

After the plane landed, you both drove to your house for the week and it was like something out of a fairytale. The house overlooked the beach and the crystal blue water. Lush green palm trees surrounding the house provided ample privacy, especially for the large open pool in the backyard. You two settled into the house before changing into your swimsuits for a nice afternoon dip in the pool. You did end up finding your new white bikini, which was perfect for the occasion. 

Joe walked out of the bathroom and saw you brushing your hair in the mirror. His eyes trailed down to your bare legs, up to your perfect ass, then to your toned stomach, and straight to your chest. You looked so sexy and he was in heaven. He walked up to you and hugged you from behind, his warmth causing you to melt into his arms. 

Your eyes met his in the mirror, “Like what you see, Burrow?” you teased. 

“Absolutely,” he chuckled as he swayed you two back and forth, pressing a kiss on the back of your shoulder while sliding his hand down to your ass. Joe was grinning like a love-struck fool as he watched you close your eyes and melt into his embrace. He was making you feel more relaxed than you’d ever been before and you both were loving it. 

You both ventured out to the pool and sat down on the pool chairs, hoping to get a quick tanning sesh in before a swim. A few minutes in, Joe found himself staring at the pool when he got an idea. 

“I’m gonna jump into the pool,” he casually said.

You quickly turned your head to him and said, “Are you crazy, the water will get everywhere,” You gasped.

“It’s just us though, nobody around to complain. Besides, I can’t do it in the pool at home since we spent way too much money on redoing the backyard. At least here there isn’t any vegetable garden at risk of being destroyed,” he smirked before quickly running back to the patio door and launching himself into the pool, not giving you a moment to lecture him. 

The water did in fact get everywhere but it was worth it when you saw Joe come up from the water. He shook his head back and forth to get the water out of his hair before he took his hand and attempted to slick it back. Your eyes navigated to his muscular chest which had stray water droplets sliding down his abdomen, back into the water. God, he looked so hot like this. 

“Like what you see, Burrow,” he teased as he noticed your expression. 

“Yes, in fact I do. Very much actually,” you say while getting off the chair. “And I’m not a ‘Burrow’ yet, still gotta wait a few months before that,” you say as you make your way into the pool. 

“Well, you’re practically already my wifey sooo,” he trails off before swimming over to the steps and helping you into the pool. 

You giggle at his words. He couldn’t wait to marry you and he never failed to make it known. 

You immediately latch onto him when you're in the pool. This was pretty normal for you both. You’d always use him as a floatie and make him do all the work while you just lay on him and relaxed. 

A few moments later you release yourself from his embrace, making him slightly confused at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Y/N come back,” he whines out.

“Someone’s clingy today,” you say while playfully rolling your eyes and swimming away from him. 

He stared at you for a few moments, a sad look on his face while you continued to swim around and away from him. You felt bad that you’d left him hanging but you were having too much fun teasing him. 

“Come and catch me shiesty,” you yelled. He hated it when you called him that. That nickname was only for football-related individuals to use and he thought it was a little cringe whenever you would use it. Not in a bad way, it’s just he preferred you calling him other names that football-related people can’t use. You knew how he felt about it but you also knew that this would for sure set him off. 

“Oh you’re done for,” he playfully growled before swimming after you. The pool was massive so you had just enough space to get away from him. 

You two were swimming circles around each other, occasionally splashing water into each other's faces in hopes of catching each other off guard. Your arms began to get tired of swimming around so you stopped by the ledge to take a breather while Joe was settled on the other side of the pool. 

Before you knew it, Joe had swum over to you and pulled you back into his arms. 

“Got you,” you whispered against your ear. 

“I guess you did,” you whispered back. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous by the way,” he said looking down into your eyes. “I love this bikini on you,” 

You blushed at his sweet comments. He never failed to tell you how pretty you looked. 

“Ya know, I look even better with it off,” you tease. 

Joe’s face dropped immediately when you said that. He’d been horny since he saw you in that bikini but had to compose himself since you both were looking forward to swimming in the pool. But now that you’d gotten your swim time in, nothing was stopping him. 

He slowly pressed you against the wall of the pool and kissed his way up your neck right up to your sweet spot. 

“Joe,” you moaned out. 

“What baby?” He asked, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“I need you,” you whined.

He looked at you momentarily before lifting you out of the pool and rushing you inside to the large bedroom. You let out a squeal as he pushed you back onto the bed. Joe climbed over you and situated his body in between your thighs, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You stayed kissing each other for a few minutes before you felt something hard poke at your stomach.

“Getting eager now aren’t we,” you tease. 

“Please, I’ve been waiting to get you in this bed since I saw you in this bikini,” he grinned. 

“Then I suggest you do something about it,” you replied.

Joe smiled and started to untie the strands of your bikini top before tossing it to the side. He kissed his way down to your perfect breasts, swirling his lips around your sensitive bud which caused you to let out a breathy moan.

“Joe,” you moaned out while shoving your hands in his hair. 

He spent a few moments sucking on your breasts before he continued his way down. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on your stomach before eventually making his way down to where you needed him the most. He slowly peeled off your bottoms which was driving you insane.

“Joe please,” you whined out.

“Patience is key, baby,” he teased. 

He threw your bottoms to the side as he made his way back up to your heat. “You’re so wet,” he says while ghosting his fingers over your folds.

“Joe I swear to god-,” You suddenly felt his warm tongue lapping at your folds which caused you to let out another moan, “Ohh Fuck”. 

He buried his warm tongue inside your core as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. He moved one of his hands up to cup your breast as the other was firmly on your thigh. Joe moved up and started to rhythmically suck on your clit which made you see stars; something which he made you see often. “Joey, fuck don’t stop,” you said breathlessly.

“You like that?” he chuckled against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. Those 3 words always managed to get you more horny than you already were. "Yeah," you whispered.

He went back to lapping at your folds as he used his thumb to rub your clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was sending you over the edge. You started to arch your back which caused you to lift your hips slightly but Joe pushed them back down as he continued to send you into a frenzy. You fisted your hands into his hair and started to pull on the loose curls which caused Joe to let out a soft moan against you. 

“Joe I’m so close,” you whispered as you pushed his head closer to your core. You felt a familiar warmth in your belly as you were moaning Joe’s name out (which was driving him insane). Joe thrusted one of his fingers into you, causing the imaginary rubber band in your lower belly to snap; feeling a familiar gush of liquid pool below you. You were overcome with a feeling of pure pleasure and satisfaction as he cleaned up your mess with his skillful mouth. He pressed delicate kisses on the insides of your thighs before moving back up and pushing his lips against yours again. 

“You’re so hot,” he said in between kisses. 

You felt a blush creep up on your face. “I’m flattered Mr. Burrow, but have you seen yourself”. 

“Shut up,” he chuckled before going back to kissing you. You stopped kissing him after a few moments and said “Joe, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command babe,” he replied as he pulled down his swim trunks and threw them to the side. His cock was rock hard and the sight of it had you sizzling with anticipation. 

Your core was slick with your arousal which made it easy for him to push his dick into you. The tip slowly teasing your folds before he buries himself inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan. You will never get tired of the feeling of him inside you. 

He started slowly thrusting into you which made you wrap your legs around him, wanting him deeper asap. 

“Joe, Fuck,” you moaned out. “Faster baby,”. 

He began snapping his hips against you, faster & harder than before. “God, you feel so good Y/N,” he moaned out. You brought him in for another kiss, this time quick, messy, and sloppy. He continued thrusting into you and you bucked your hips each time to match his movements. The sound of your arousal and skin-hitting skin filled the room as you two were caught up in the euphoria that was happening between you. 

Joe buried his face into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, as your hands found themselves in his hair again. You were on Cloud 9 right now and it was all because of him.

“Joe, don’t stop. Shit, you feel too good,” you moaned. You felt him move deeper inside of you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. 

He continued to pound into you, making you feel like nothing else mattered but this moment. You both felt your arousal building up, begging to be released. 

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close,” he panted as he slowed down.

“Me too,” you whimpered. 

He picked up the pace of his thrusts once again, this time moving one of his hands down to your heat, toying with your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned out for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. You felt your walls clench around him, signaling you were almost there. Joe felt you clench around him and pinched your clit which set off your orgasm. Your chest heaved up and down as you whimpered out his name while seeing stars again. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his pleasure. 

“Y/N,” Joe moaned out. You knew he was close by the way his thrusts started to become sporadic. 

“Come on baby,” you encouraged while pulling at his hair and kissing his neck. 

After a few rough thrusts, Joe let out a loud moan as you felt hot spurts of his cum fill you up. He collapsed on top of you as you both panted, needing a moment to recover after the workout you two just had. You moved one of your hands to his back, softly sliding it up and down to help him relax.

“I love you,” he softly said as he kissed your cheek, making you smile. 

“I love you more,” you whisper in his ear as he buries his face into your neck again. 

The next day 

The next morning was pretty chill for you both. You had breakfast at the local beachside cafe, stuffing your faces with delicious fresh fruit from the island before embarking on a pleasant morning walk on the beach. 

“This is nice,” Joe says as you both walk hand in hand alongside the water, a content look on his face.

You look up at him and smile, “Very nice,” you giggle. “Although, I don’t know how you’re not uncomfortable with walking on the beach in shoes,” you question while looking at your bare feet and then his shoes. 

“You never know when a crab might come up and pinch your toes,” he says with a straight face. 

“Righhhht,” you say while relishing the feeling of sand between your toes. 

“So, what should we do today? We pretty much have the whole day since we’re cooking at home tonight,” he says while squeezing your hand. 

“Hmmm,” you wonder for a second. “We could go out on one of the boats?” you carefully question while looking up at your fiancee. 

Joe did not like going on boats. He hated the idea of being out on the open water with no way of getting back to shore other than using the boat. He always questioned what you would do if the boat broke down or even started sinking. You always told him the sinking part was highly unlikely, but you blamed yourself for that worry because you’ve made him watch Titanic with you one too many times. He also didn’t like how you couldn’t see what was in the water. But lucky for you, the water in the Bahamas was crystal clear. 

He stayed silent for a few moments, making you a little sad since you wanted to experience something new with him. 

“Let’s do it,” he says while flashing you a smile. 

You looked up at him, a little surprised. “Really?” you beam. 

“Yes, now let’s go before I change my mind,” he says before stopping to pick you up. He doesn’t give you a moment to respond because he throws you over his shoulders causing you to let out a squeal. He leads you both back to the house so you can get freshened up.

You both got changed into your swimsuits before walking over to the docks and renting a boat for the day. You weren’t sure how you managed to get Joe to go on the boat, but you certainly were not complaining. 

The driver had taken the boat not too far from shore, which kept Joe’s mind at ease. You swam in the water for a little bit and enjoyed a few drinks. 

“Mmm, this like the best Mai Tai I’ve ever had,” you say while taking another sip. Joe was currently in the water in front of you, while you were seated on the steps of the boat, legs partially in the water. 

“Come in the water,” Joe says while splashing some water onto you. 

“Mmm, I think I’m good up here,” you tease while placing your drink to the side.

Joe swam closer to you and said “Nope.”

You were confused at what he meant but then you felt his wet hand wrap around your wrist. 

“Joe, don’t even think about it,” you playfully growled, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He didn’t listen and pulled you into the water, causing a big splash. You came back up to the surface with a frown.

“Someone’s mad,” Joe laughs. You swim over to him while he is fully anticipating an ass-kicking but is pleasantly surprised when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

You laugh and say, “If this is mad, let me be mad more often,”.

A few hours pass and you both are sitting on the boat in the net seating area that was right above the water. Joe had put on one of his many bucket hats and shades and was laid flat against the net, soaking in the golden sun. You were applying another layer of sunscreen before noticing his chest turning red. You knew he’d be a pain in the ass if he got sunburnt so you took the bottle and moved closer to him. 

You squeezed out a dab of sunscreen and started applying it to his chest. He flinched at the sudden contact before realizing it was just you. 

You felt him flinch and laughed, “Daydreaming, Burrow?”. 

“Maybe,” he smiles while taking off his shades. He looks down and sees you applying sunscreen on him, “Oh, thanks,” he says while meeting your eyes. 

You let out a playful sigh and say, “What would you do without me,”.

“For real,” he says. “I’d be walking around like a tomato,” he laughs. 

After applying the rest of the sunscreen, you lay back against the net and Joe lifts one of his arms, motioning for you to curl up next to him. He rests his hand on the small of your back while you tangle your legs with his. 

You lay there briefly, soaking up the perfect scene before breaking the silence. “Are you enjoying this? I know boats aren’t really your thing and I hope I didn’t force you into this,” you softly say. 

“Of course, I’m enjoying this. I will admit, I was a little nervy when getting on but you’re here with me so I’m fine. Besides, If the boat breaks down at least we’d be stranded together,” he jokes. 

“I guess that’s true. Better than being stranded with a bunch of randos too. I’m glad we could get a boat just for the two of us,” you reply. 

“Yup. This isn’t as bad as I thought. I can see everything below us too so no risk of a random shark popping out,” he deadpans.

“Like that would actually happen,” you say while softly hitting his chest.

“You never know,” he says while shaking your shoulder in an attempt to scare you.

You spent a few minutes messing around with each other before the driver came out to tell you that you were heading back to the island. You both got up and sat on the bench, your back pressed into Joe’s chest and stared out into the open waters, taking in the view before it was time to go back. You were mindlessly sliding your hand along Joe’s leg while he had his arms around your waist, gently squeezing your soft skin. Everything about this moment was peaceful. Joe felt at ease for the first time in a long time and he had his favorite person to thank for it. 

Once you got back to the house, you both took a nice shared shower before starting your dinner prep. Before arriving at the house yesterday, you had stopped at the local market to pick up some groceries. 

“So, what are we making tonight,” Joe asked as he sat down on one of the barstools. 

“I was thinking of shrimp-avocado tostadas and some of that wine we picked up yesterday?”

“Sounds delicious,” he said while rubbing his belly.

You let Joe fry the tortillas and make the avocado mixture while you cooked the shrimp and assembled the tostadas. While you were assembling the dish, Joe found a few candles in the cabinet and got an idea. He went outside to the backyard and set up the candles on one of the patio tables, setting the scene for a nice sunset dinner. He picked out a few flowers from the front of the house and put them in a vase to use as a centerpiece. He then poured the wine into 2 glasses, setting one on each side. 

You had finished plating the tostadas and didn’t see Joe anywhere. “Joe? Where are you,” you yelled out.

“Out here! Bring the plates outside,” he yelled back. 

You were a little confused but went along with it. You walked outside with your dinner and saw Joe setting the table and your heart melted. 

“Joe, this is so romantic,” you cooed while putting the plates on the table. 

He gave you a warm smile before pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. You sat down as he settled into the chair across from you. You both devoured the tostadas while making small talk about your plans for tomorrow. After you finished eating, Joe took the plates and set them inside; he suggested you both finish up your wine on the daybed since you would get a comfier view of the sky. 

Later that night, per your suggestion, you and Joe were sitting in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles and a few candles. You felt so relaxed even though you’d only been here for 2 days, and it was all because of Joe.

“I’m glad we finally get to have ‘us’ time,” Joe says while rubbing your thigh under the water. “I missed just being able to sit with you and do nothing. This past month felt so repetitive, I feel like we barely saw each other,” 

“Me too. We needed this,” you said as you pressed yourself into his chest a little more. Your back was to his chest and both your legs were tangled under the water. This was your favorite position; the warmth radiating off of his body felt like a big hug. 

“Thank you for doing this by the way,” you add.

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“This trip. I needed it more than I thought I did. Getting away from home and the change of environment was much needed. I think if I stayed in Ohio for another day I might have spontaneously exploded,” you joked, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. 

“Anytime,” he replied while kissing the nape of your neck.

“Do you feel better?” You asked. “I hope you were able to get your mind off of things. Your stuff was a lot heavier than mine,”

He lets out a content sigh and says, “Actually, yeah I do feel better. I think I just needed to get out of the chaos and get out of my head. This trip has helped me decompress and realize that not everything has to be so stuffy all the time,” Joe says. 

“Exactly,” you chirp as you lean your head back to place a kiss on his neck.

“I can’t do anything about what people are saying, they’ll always talk. But what I can do is work hard to get back to where I’m supposed to be. And I won’t be able to get there if I’m constantly pressuring myself,” he says. “Letting loose and having fun is a part of that journey. I need that balance,” he adds.

“And this is a great start,” you say while smiling up at Joe

“Yes it is,” Joe says while pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

You both had spent the rest of the night talking about the rest of your exciting activities planned for the final 2 days of the trip. You even talked about a few fun things you could do around Cincinnati when you get back home so that you could keep the work-life balance that you both so desperately needed. 

“This impromptu vacation might have been the best idea you’ve had so far,” you tell Joe as you both are about to fall asleep. 

“We should get away more often,” Joe grins.

--The End--

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joeburrow #joe burrow imagine #nfl imagine

[demieyesore]

U WRITE SO GOOD?!? I HAD TO HIDE MY PHONE IN PUBLIC 💀😭 more dark Anakin PLS. I loved the dom side but now I wanna see sub side and the differences. I personally think he’s a switch tbh. It would be too boring to be dom or sun all the time BUT ANYWAYS sun dark ani.

If you need ideas: he tries to convince reader to do something (you choose), reader is his master, paranoid toxic reader and he makes it worse IDK man I just love these types of fics 🤭 I eat them up. It’s even better when the reader acts innocent but is worse 😭 honestly you could just combine shit atp and I’ll eat it up anyways

Pretty When You Cry - Anakin Skywalker

Summary - Anakin tries to manipulate you by crying after overhearing Obi-Wan convince you to leave him.

Warnings / Mentions - Kenobi!Reader, GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Anakin, Padawan!Anakin, Master!Reader, Toxic!Reader, Paranoid!Reader, BPD coded reader, basically just BPD x BPD couple, Reader has an innocent façade, Reader actually believes their innocent so victim complex reader, Anakin triggers reader to have an episode, def angsty fic but ends with smut, literally so much manipulation...breeding kink, crying kink, biting kink, mentions of babytrapping

A/N - The Dom part of me aches when I see men crying, I both want to care for them and make them worse, also I want to make it known that I was diagnosed with Bipolar and I'm pretty sure I have BPD as well, so I'm hoping that anyone who reads this that has BPD relates to it and that it isn't just my bipolar lol, ALSO THANK YOUUUUU❤️❤️❤️

Requested - Yes

Word Count - 2556 words

Taglist - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @xzaddyzanakinx (just bc I thought you might like this one, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in the future)

It was really no surprise when you were yet again talking to your older brother about your problems with Anakin. He was already well aware the both of you were breaking the code, but he never said anything to anyone since you were his beloved sibling. Obi-Wan always assumed that he could get you to stop the relationship with Anakin but he never anticipated just how abusive you were to each other. 

He often remembers the time when he saw tears streaming down your face, you were sobbing, begging Anakin not to leave you, even at some parts yelling at him. Obi was quite shocked when he heard you yelling at Anakin about how much you hated the Padawan. It was like you were so full of love for young Skywalker, most days you would do anything to make him smile. But there were times, periods where you would do nothing but scream about how much you hated life. Episodes where you were so paranoid about people leaving you, that it was like a flip switched. 

One where the light pink aura of love would turn to a fire of red hot flames. It was such a black and white way of thinking. Obi-Wan knows that it's not your fault you act this way. The abusive household you were in wired you to be this way. And it was clear that Anakin had a similar experience. 

You and Anakin were so complicated. You both were so devoted to each other. Always making sure to have the other's back on missions. But at the same time, you made each other worse. 

Anakin was originally Obi-Wan's Padawan before getting transferred to you. You had just become a Master Jedi, when Obi requested the switch. He truly believed at the time that you would help Anakin become the best Jedi he could be. He saw how you interacted before Anakin became your Padawan. He had no idea about the little crush you both had on each other, only seeing how motivated Anakin would get around you to be better. A passion that Anakin didn't have when working with Obi-Wan. 

This time, you were wrapped in your brother's arms. He was whispering reassuring things to you, trying to get you to calm down. The three of you were on a mission, body guarding and sworn to protect Padme. Anakin was currently watching over her as she slept. But as soon as you saw how Anakin looked at Padme, that little flip switched.

The one where you felt so much hate for him. The one that kept teeter tottering between the love for him and the feeling that he was about to abandon you. 

"Obi- I...I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I thought he loved me but the way he was looking at her. He was openly flirting with her. Right in front of me, like I wasn't even there. He can't leave me, I won't let him Obi. I swear to the maker that he won't." Your brother felt...distraught for you. It was a hard emotion to explain. He was worried for you, and for Anakin. But he felt that this whole situation was his fault. If Obi-Wan hadn't asked the council to let Anakin train under you, you wouldn't be in such despair. You wouldn't feel physical pain in your chest just from your emotions.

"I fear I've made a mistake." Obi-Wan admitted as his hand caressed your hair in a soothing manner. "I believe that it would be best if Anakin were to be my Padawan again." He tried to tread lightly on the subject, not wanting to make your episode worse.

"No, no, no, Obi please, it's fine, I'll be fine. I know that he's- that I'm...I know that Anakin and I aren't..great for each other but please. I can't be without him." You desperately gripped onto his shirt, trying to make your point clear to him. Anakin was just outside, eavesdropping on the conversation. Padme was sleeping soundly in the next room, he didn't need to be in the room with her to know if something was happening. But he did need to hear this conversation. He needed to make sure that you wouldn't leave him. He wanted to make sure that Obi-Wan wouldn't...influence you into making any bad decisions.

"He's hurting you, don't be blind to that. You're hurting him too. You don't want that, do you?" Obi-Wan asked, his face showing sincere concern.

Regularly, if Obi were to have said that, you would have flipped at him for trying to take Anakin away from you. But in the confusion and pain of your mind. The images flooding into your brain of Anakin and Padme. You only heard the first part of your brother's sentence.

"He's hurting you..." Kept repeating in your head, like someone recorded a hologram of his voice and played it on loop. It just kept getting louder, the button being pressed again, putting you into a fit of rage.

"You're right." You couldn't bare to say anything else. The silence afterwards was so deafening that Anakin had to hold back his tears in fear of you hearing his breath through the door. It was like an emptiness was injected into your veins. A thick silver liquid that would taste like you were choking on mercury. Your mind was so...blank. There were no longer multiple voices in your head yelling. This one was quiet. So eerily quiet.

Anakin wiped his tears, going back towards the room where Padme lays asleep. He felt betrayed, but he couldn't blame you. All his anger was pushed onto Obi-Wan. Anakin was delusional, he fully believed that Obi was the problem. Not him and definitely not you. He knew that he had to persuade you into changing your mind. And what better way than for you to see him crying? Your heart was always so...malleable whenever he was crying. You would always comfort him, your left hand running through his hair while your right would rest on the nape of his neck, playing with the baby hairs. 

You'd have your eyebrows furrowed in concern for him but he could always see the part of you that enjoyed it. The way that when he'd wipe his tears or the way that his lower lip would quiver always sent a small smile to your face. Even while crying, you thought he was pretty. You'd look at him with such...adoration, admiration and even a little lust. When he'd look into your eyes and ask for help, when he'd beg for you to save him, he'd notice how your pupils expanded, dilated with desire. The way that your thighs would clench shut.

Once Obi-Wan calmed you down enough, you collected yourself, thanking your brother for once again helping you to see straight. You pushed open the door, Obi following behind you into the hallway only to see Anakin sitting against Padme's door. Tears dripping down from his eyes. His hands were hanging loosely over his knees as he stared harshly at the ground. 

Obi-Wan held up his hand, signaling to you that he would watch over Padme as you talked to Anakin.

Anakin moved, leaning forward to let Obi into the Previous queen's chambers. His tearful eyes glanced up into yours, already taking note of how you stared back at him like he was nothing. He would have to play more into it just to get you to come back to him. He'd be lying if he said that your empty eyes didn't scare him.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling him into one of the spare bedrooms far away from Padme's. Not wanting to disturb her sleep. 

You said nothing at first, not even looking at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Your back face him as you zoned out, still staring at the now closed door. You had nothing in your mind, absolutely nothing. But you were still so wrapped up in your mind. You felt like you weren't present in your body. 

The only thing that brought you back to the present moment was the sound of Anakin beginning to whimper. He sounded like he was in pain. And even though you were so upset and mad with him, you'd rather slit your own throat than to hear him in agony. You quickly turned around to see Anakin sinking in on himself, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to not let more tears fall. Your heart ached, your body reacting before you even thought.

Your knees hit the floor in front of the bed, your hands resting on his knees as you looked up into his eyes. Wet droplets falling onto his shirt, the material soaking it up.

"What's wrong Babyboy?" You were slightly shocked to hear your own voice, your body still responding out of impulse. Anakin immediately knew that he had you, you were back in his grasp and it was time for him to mold you into what he wanted, what he needed you to be. 

"He turned you against me." Anakin said sharply, making eye contact. You could see the anger and betrayal in his soul. "Ani, what are you talking about?" The sweetness ripples out of your mouth, despite the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew that he must have been listening if he was crying.

"Obi-Wan. He made you hate me. You're gonna leave me. How could you?" His voice shook, cracking at the end from pain. Your hand shot up to his cheek, wiping a stray as you caressed his face. 

"I could never hate you. Not entirely..." You breathe out in a sigh. You were so worried about him but then you saw the little tremble of his bottom lip, the way he leaned into your touch, making you feel so loved, so appreciated, so important.

"You know that I hate seeing you cry..." You lied through your teeth, trying to keep up the mask of only worry. of course you were worried about him, but you never wanted him to know the deeper feelings you feel when he cries.

"Liar." Ani let out a choked laugh, a cute grin spreading across his face albeit tears were adorning it. "You love seeing me cry." He whispers, like he was reminding you of your own secret.

"It's not my fault." You defended as a joke, your face full of devotion for him.

"That's just what you do, because I'm pretty when I cry." Anakin rolled his eyes, the redness and puffiness from crying becoming more evident on his face. His lips were swollen, bitten raw.

"The prettiest." You said, leaning up to peck at his lips, just giving him a quick little kiss, but Anakin wanted more. He whined when you broke the contact, inviting you to kiss him more, kiss him with passion and fire. So you did just that, reconnecting your lips, practically devouring him in the kiss. 

He moaned into the kiss, the sensation reverberating throughout your bones before settling in your core.

"I don't care how bad we are for each other, you're mine and always will be." You muttered against his mouth, feeling when he smiled into the kiss. You stood up from your spot on the floor in front of him and quickly discarded your clothes, leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. You straddled his lap, kissing him once more as you tugged at his shirt.

He aided you in the removal of his shirt, groaning against your lips when he felt you grind against his boner.

"Stop..." He mumbled in a whimper at your teasing.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles just beneath the skin. Trailing your hands down to his pants, swiftly undoing them. You pulled them as far down as you could while straddling his lap. Your hand slipped past his briefs and gently grasped his length. Anakin shifted uncomfortably at the touch, his back straightening as his breathing stopped momentarily. 

Your touch always was the death of him but your breath, your kiss, always brought him back.

"Master, please-" He whimpered, his mouth wavering into a quick frown. You bit at his lip, shutting him up. You pulled away from the kiss, looking down as you pumped his cock in your hand a couple of times, collecting the shared saliva from the kiss and spitting onto his tip. 

His Adams apple bobbed, his hands gripping the side of the bed sharply. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as your hand worked up and down his length. He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut but it was nearly impossible to stay quiet. The pleasure he felt from your voice alone would make him cum almost instantly, your hand just added more shockwaves.

"You don't have to be silent..." You remind him, mocking the way he's trying so hard to not make any noise.

He moans, whimpering and squirming under your touch when he leans forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"Please just..." He stutters out, biting his tongue as he lifts his hips, sliding his cock up into your hand more.

"So needy..." You teased, stopped all your movement. Anakin's head flew up, looking into your eyes with desperation. He was about to complain when you lifted yourself, pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his tip through your folds. The feeling made him groan in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath of air.

You teased him for a little bit longer, his pre-cum pressing against your clit when you finally put all your weight onto him. His cock sinking into your entrance. He choked out a sob of pleasure, feeling how tight you were around him. He wrapped his arms around you, his mouth latching onto your shoulder, biting down as he thrusted up into you. Your own moans just fueled him to do better, reach deeper. His tears stained your skin, his whimpers vibrating against your shoulder. 

"Please, I want-" His question is cut off when he feels you pulsate around him, his eyes widening with need. "Please, baby just let me- need to cum so bad...Master please, I need to cum- cum inside you-" He begged, his desperation dripping off him in the form of sweat. 

"You want to cum inside?" You ask, mocking his need. Anakin swallowed thickly, "You can't- you can't leave me if you're pregnant." He whimpers as he kisses the side of your neck, sucking the skin and leaving purplish red bruises.

You grind down, meeting him when he thrusts. "Such a pretty boy, I'd be so mean to say no...only because you're crying all pretty for me." You mumble, kissing the spot of skin closest to where your head rests against him. 

Anakin holds you tightly, almost as if he's afraid you'll whither away, a bead of sweat drops from his forehead as he comes undone with one last thrust. His white hot cum leaking out from his tip and filling you. He thrusts up into you twice more, his grip on you possessive.

"I won't let you ever leave me." Ani mutters as he comes down from his climax, while you're still catching your breath, your cunt fluttering around him.

#anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #yandere anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #dark!anakin #sub!anakin #toxic!anakin

[blueparadis]

a concept:

tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for touching himself to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

❝ INKED SECRETS ❞ + KAEYA ALBERICH !

+. CWs —» tattoo artist au + modern au, f!reader, fluff, light angst with comfort, some canon elements, love at first sight, mention of cigarette smoking, bad relationships, hookups, stranger to lovers, smut ( fantasies, m-mastarbation ) ; word count — 2k.

+. NOTES —» thanks to my beloved yoru ( @anantaru) for helping me and beta reading this otherwise i would've opened the gates of kaeya-brainrot; also, thank you for being patient. This ask was almost a month old and I know this was supposed to be short but the thing is kaeya is the one who had me invested in genshin impact. However, surprisingly I've never thought of writing about him so thank you for your muse. I loved writing this so fucking much. Thank you. Tattoo artist kaeya shall live forever in my mind. If you wanna check more of my writings, click here.

Kaeya Alberich. The name of the mystery man who would always be the talk of the topic for Rosaria. He was more familiar to you than your roommate ever was. You two shared a room yet you could never read Rosaria but she was thorough with you; maybe that is why you two clicked. Every one of your friends considered it a mystery how a sunflower like you would ever survive in the company of a moon. Everyone including Kaeya. He had his own proportion of confusion every time Rosaria talked about you. 

Kaeya knew how you looked, talked, and liked to eat ice cream in winter. Not only that, your favorite colors, bits and pieces of your small dreams were known to him. And all because Rosaria wouldn’t stop with the constant blabbering about you whenever he directly hung out with her, emphasizing the fact that you were nothing but an angel in disguise. Kaeya had to endure all of it, every bit of you that Rosaria seemed to find alluring. At moments like this, one could say that they exchanged personas since Kaeya was a guy of smiles and chitter-chatter while Rosaria was quite the opposite.

True, the friendship between Kaeya and Rosaria was another talk of Mondstadt’s inhabitants, but they both did not seem to react as people expected, as people thought they should. You would, barely, call them lovers. While Kaeya enjoyed different takes of his customers about Rosaria, she, on the other hand, brushed those petty rumors off, with just a glance keeping her stoic persona. 

But, among all these happenings, Rosaria had the front-row seat of the chaos that was about to unfold. She had her beauty salon just above Kaeya’s tattoo parlor. They have been working together for at least five years. Rosaria had her shop on rental and the five-storied complex was owned by none other than Kaeya Alberich himself. 

Anyone who wanted to go to her parlor had to cross Kaeya’s floor; hence, no one slipped past the grip of his galactic eyes. He knew the regulars of her shop and had an immense influence on them. He believed it was his charms while Rosaria begged to differ.

But she was just being professional, clearing non-financial tabs that she owed to him, for bringing the immense influx of customers to her salon. Sometimes, it worked both ways, but whenever they fought, the elders of the locality had more spice to flavor the rumors that had just started sedimenting.

January, the prime of winter, of snow and the freezing cold, Kaeya laid his first glance at you. Warm and alluring: you were every bit of beauty that Rosaria spoke of, in fact, now that he had finally seen you in person, he thinks Rosaria fell short of speaking of your angelic aura. 

“Hello, I have a parcel for Rosaria, could you please deliver it to her? I would have done it myself if I wasn’t in such a hurry.”, you kept the package on my desk, “Thank you very much, Mister . . .”, you looked at his batch that reads Kaeya Alberich, “. . . Thank you so much, Mister Kaeya Alberich.” And before Kaeya could say anything back, you fled out of his sight like a bird.

He watched you get into a cab holding the package in his hand, barely registering what you asked him to do. His mind had drifted far off to all those times when Rosaria was talking about you. He checked his watch and smiled to himself. Oops! Rosaria’s smoke break was ruined since he joined in with the package you had left for her, with many questions.

For a tattoo artist, Kaeya seemed the least bit invested in its antics, yet he had a steady influx of customers, mostly because he is very professional and dedicated to his livelihood. He pays special attention to his regular customers, sadly, you weren’t one of them, not yet.

Still, he would stand and smoke at the corner of the entrance so that he could watch you go like the wind to meet your roommate with a package in hand. He would notice the color of your dress, the matching nails, shoes, and every little detail thinking how flawlessly sexy you looked. 

But he abruptly stopped the second he had bruised his fingers with the cigarette burn. Fortunately, it was his left hand but with his line of work, he needed both. 

Today, during the lunch break when Rosaria told him that y/n wanted to have a tattoo, his blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. He did not think you’d be interested in tattoos or piercings. He definitely did not see the next blow coming. “Yep. sure.”, he supplied, coughing back the lump in his throat. Of all the parlors you could choose you had to choose his. What in the lord’s fuck was going on?

The day came faster, faster than he had anticipated. Needless to say, it did not go like he thought it would. It was safe to say he was more nervous than you were. “Are you sure about this?”, “Ya’know it’s gonna hurt, right?”, “Should I use some anesthetic on the area?” His questions wouldn’t stop and you were trying your best to stay as patient as possible It is true, part of him was nervous but another wanted to spend and enjoy some time with you.

“And done!”, Kaeya playfully mused as he wiped over the work of ink, careful enough not to accidentally graze his fingers over your inner thigh but of course, he did want to.“y/n” he spoke, his tone low but clear enough for you to hear, “so, how many tattoos do you have now?” Kaeya shifted in his chair as he intently watched you normalize your heightened breathing

“Didn’t you keep count?”, 

“nine”, he said, letting out a breathless laugh. “which means you dumped your ninth partner.” and he was not wrong. Of all the regular customers he had, you were his favorite because you had an amusing story to tell whenever you had visited his parlor. He would listen to you the moment he was finished with his handiwork.

But this one in particular, was quite a different story. You never told nor was he allowed to ask about the guy you dumped, ever. Part of him wanted to console you, and tell you that good things take time but another part of him was too afraid to lose you, realizing it was unprofessional of him to offer any form of painkiller against a situation like that. Because on any other occasion, his usual customers weren’t as chatty as you were. 

He never thought of a case where it might be the opposite. With that, he thought that you, of all people, being dumped by someone was utterly ridiculous, because who wouldn't want to date someone like you? He knows he would, after all, and if he could, he would make sure the ninth tattoo is to be the last tattoo on your body.

“What about you?”, you asked, swinging your legs in the air while sitting on the bed. “For a tattoo artist, you are awfully blank.” 

“It’s somewhere. . .”, he started, “wait I’ll rather show you . . .”. and when you, in a sliding second, unexpectedly flashed him, his hands immediately found their way crawling at the hem of his turtle-neck.

“Wait. wait. Wait. stop. Just stop.” kaeya panicked as you partly opened your eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest while your eyebrows jumped and stayed intact for seconds. Pin-drop silence and then both of you simultaneously laughed. Some might think it’s corny, and maybe you did as well but it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you were smiling right now. 

That’s good. That’s really good. 

Kaeya checked his watch as you left his place to run upstairs, checking to see if Rosaria was done with her chores; after all, she was almost approaching the closing hour of her shop so she should’ve been done by the time you had arrived at her place. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes before you and Rosaria would come out of the elevator to go home;  maybe he could if he’d finally stop thinking about it in such an unhealthy calculative manner.

Yet, well, there was just one problem. His ears felt hot, his mind was restless and he couldn't focus on a single task. Generally, it took ten minutes to close his shop and he does it every day, all alone so if not his mind, his muscle memory should be functioning properly. But all he desired to do was to touch himself and relieve himself from the agony of months boiling in his core.

June, the prime time of summer and ice cream. Kaeya slides his right arm under his vest while grazing his lower belly, eagerly thinking of the last time, but eventually, his arm ends up slipping into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escapes from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock which was coated with warm white fluid, at the tip pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he suddenly is not. There is a crescent formed along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre. “Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he groans, mumbling to himself, thinking why he didn’t do this way sooner.

He palms his member, a little harder, this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by your gummy walls. He started to pump his cock as his pants slipped, now clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give as much space as possible by spreading them further apart.

With half-lidded eyes, he checks if you had locked the door before leaving or not. You did not and the thought of you walking onto him turned him so bad that he thought he might cum right away.

The moment he closes his eyes he could see you, your calloused fingers around his cock and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises had gotten louder and louder.

His other hand gradually made its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of your lips instead. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips bucked up with a force as he thinks of how euphoric it would be to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock, to have your puffy lips on his, to have your boobs tightly pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaeya’s cock is hitting your sweet spot with precision, blessing his ears with the prettiest desperate moans from you.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps, making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs gradually closing, relishing in the high he had just experienced.

Kaeya’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes, watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. “Fuck . . .”, he mumbles throwing back his head before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few deep breaths to relax before cleaning the mess.

Yet, when he suddenly heard the footsteps, his heart sank. He regrets touching himself while thinking of you, he regrets not saving himself for you, he regrets chasing love so fast, so insanely that he almost lost his hope for finding the one. 

“Hey Kae-ya, you done?”, you asked, opening the door, “Rosa is gonna be late today. So, I’ll stay and help her. I’m going out to buy some food, you wanna come with me?” You let your exhausted body lean against the door frame while Kaeya remained silent. 

It just made him crazy how blatantly you ignored him, his magnetic affection for you, and the truth was, he cannot even blame you for that. He has always enjoyed this feeling, to like you in secrecy. The more you are unaware of his emotions, the greater chance he has to be around you. Kaeya does not ask for much, just a few more days till he musters up enough courage to finally ask you out.

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@tokyometronetwork

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[sexy-n-stressed]

Deck the halls Pt. 2 (Conner Kent X Male Reader)

Not me editing out the parts where I said I would write smut in this part hehe. I was going too but after the LEGO scene I just couldn't it was too adorable.

I'm writing this at a bus stop, which I will be stuck at for the next 20 minutes, and then stuck on a bus for another 35. I mean, why not write fanfiction while sitting next to a stranger and an old person. Enjoy hehe.

Quick update: the guy behind me is reading this over my shoulder so, uh, you enjoy too.

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The words barely left Conner’s lips before you were nodding in a way that said you were a little too desperate. You were desperate though, so.

You struggled to keep yourself contained as you ascended the staircase behind the boy. What was about to happen? A tryst? A menage e tois? You barely knew what those words meant, especially not the French one. Why were you thinking those? Passing by doors to rooms you'd never been in, it was almost like a guessing game. Which room belonged to THE superman, and which room belonged to the equally as famous toilet.

Conner slowly opened the door to his room, most likely to avoid ripping it off of it's hinges. “This is the room the Kent’s let me- I mean, my room”

Conner’s room was practically empty, with only a bed and a small lamp on a desk across the room, and was rather small for both a kryptonian and a house of this scale. You couldn't help but think of Harry Potter and the closet. Speaking of closets.

Conner awkwardly stood there, trying to gauge the emotion on your face, like he was worried you wouldn't approve.

“I like it, seems cozy” Cramped and cozy were practically synonyms anyway, right?

He smiled, before rushing over to the bed, and reaching under it, pulling out a tub of LEGO’s. “Wanna play LEGO?”

You almost giggled, from the absurdity of the situation and the fact one of the most dangerous individuals on earth was playing with LEGO, but seeing the look on his face, you couldn't say no.

And that's how you and Conner wound up on the floor of his room playing LEGO, with you making structurally sound lego towers, and him smashing them down as a makeshift dinosaur or robot rampaged through the ‘city’. You had to admit, it was pretty fun. And he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“So, how long have you been living with the Kent’s” You asked warily, watching as Conner’s eyes looked up from the LEGO’s before snapping back down

“Um, a couple months now.” He looked nervous, like he was hiding something.

“Have they been treating you well?”

“Well, Ma is always nice to me, making sure I finish my plate and picking out church clothes.” His eyes drifted to the door, “But everyone else is still..”

You leaned forward, placing a hand on the boy who was seemingly much more complex then the angry brute you'd heard others whispering about.

“I'm… a clone. Of Clark.” Oh.

I mean, you guessed you could see the resemblance. The raven hair, the chiselled jawline, the intense musculature. But he seemed nothing like Clark. More… real, in a way. Clark seemed so above everything else, like he was a God and as much as he wanted to be human, he was just better. More perfect. Not that he did it on purpose. Maybe it was just your perception of him, knowing that he was Superman and all.

“Not just Clark though, Lex Luthor too. The rich guy and the supervillain trying to destroy Clark.” Conner clearly knew about the conflicting emotions Clark must have over him, with him being both a perversion of his genetic code and partly related to his biggest enemy.

“They all pretend they're ok with it, but they're not. I hear them talk about what to do with me, whether I should be trained or…” He trailed off, but you knew what he meant.

“Well, then they're stupid.” Conner cocked his head.

“If they don't see you for who you are, then screw them. You’re Conner. Not just a clone of Clark.” His expression showed he’d clearly never heard those words, even among the worlds so-called ‘virtuous heroes’.

Unable to find the words, Conner just leapt over and embraced you, crushing the LEGO city you both had created.

“You’re worth more than what others see you as Conner, don't forget that.”

#conner kent x male reader #male reader #superboy x male reader #conner kent fluff #young justice x male reader #titans x male reader #young justice x reader #titans x reader #Y/N #dc characters #clark kent #bruce wayne

[twopoppies]

Hi! Would love if you could do a favorite fics of 2022 🥰

Hi sugar. I’d love to do that for you. I have to say, this was a tough year for me and for whatever reason I didn’t find a lot that I loved, but all of these are really good reads.

distractions by fondleeds (E, 4K) one of my favorite authors. The writing just feels effortless. This one is super short but sexy, tender, and sweet.

Golden by Shaylea (E, 128K) I loved this author‘s last fic, and somehow, they managed to write another captivating story that’s so immersed in the country it takes place in. I was sucked in right from the start and really like how they write complex, flawed characters that you still root and cheer for. It’s a bit neat in its conclusion, but I think it’s very much worth a read.

The School of Extraordinary Lovers by Stylinsoncity (M, 191K) This author always knows how to write a deeply layered story that draws you into the world they create. This time it’s friends to enemies to lovers set in a world of magic, betrayal, and family honor. The ending is a bit simple for how complex the set up is, but I still loved reading it and couldn’t put it down for two days straight.

makes me wanna try her on by mercutionotromeo (E, 2K) if you haven’t dipped your toes into this author’s entire list of works. I love every single one. This one is very short, but wow does it pack a sexy punch.

Gold-skinned, eager baby by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower (E, 17K) This was soft and tender and sexy and beautifully done. There were wonderful moments of gentleness and vulnerability as Harry awkwardly expresses his thoughts about his gender and his feelings for Louis, and as Louis reacts and holds space for who Harry is. I really just loved this one. And I cried. So that’s a bonus. 😆

where the tide takes you, I will follow by @pinkcords (E, 40K) First of all, I’m so happy this author is writing again! Second, everything about this was just lovely. The slow, dreamy tone of their writing fit the setting and the way Harry and Louis fell into each other so, so well. I love how descriptive their writing is without being flowery or pointless. The smut scenes were toe-curlingly sexy, and gave us beautiful insight into both of the boys. I just wanted to live inside this fic.

seven hours behind by justanothershadeofblue (E, 5K) very few people write canon these days, so it was such a nice surprise to read this one and, especially because it’s an author new to our fandom, and find the characterizations so well done. Plus, I love a fic that can combine a loving established relationship and dirty phone sex. 😆

no one's gonna know by jishler / @snowjosh (E, 9K) This author always does such a wonderful job of writing an established relationship fic where there’s so much warmth and expression between the characters, while also showing how much lust and passion there is. This is chock full of edging, exhibitionism, and dom/sub dynamics and it’s such a good read. 

Nothing’s the same as it was (save you) by metal-eye. / @metal-eye (T, 4K) This author’s fics are rare, not just because they only grace us with their writing now and then, but also because the words they chose to tell each story feel so precise and so special… each one is like unwrapping a gift. This one is a touching exploration of gender and support and dysphoria and comfort and it’s really just beautiful.

Hike Up Your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) by Brooklyn_Babylon (E, 18K) This one is mine, but I’m proud of it and I hope you like it. Make sure you read the tags on this one because it’s not your conventional fic and Louis is definitely super manipulative. But if you like the idea of secretary Harry in lingerie, CEO Louis, copious amounts of dirty talk, some power imbalance, and exhibitionism… this could be for you.

The Lost Art of Breeding and (Mis) Behavior by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 14K) Breeding kink just isn’t written enough in this fandom and this one takes a beautifully unique approach. It’s got the flavor of Captive Prince, combined with the feeling of reading about soulmates that you get with Harry and Louis. Super sexy and beautifully written.

given a chance by @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk (E, 18K) This was such a lovely exploration of childhood friends confronting why they fell out with each other.

Only Gonna Touch It by @lovingstheantidote (E, 3K) on the surface, it’s fic that’s about watching each other wank. But this author brought so much love and connection to the characters’ relationship and made it even sexier.

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 112K) At last, the full-fledged, dirty, sugar baby fic we needed. Harry's character is so layered and so beautifully drawn, I just fell in love with him. Louis is sexy and powerful and also tender and sweet, just how I imagine the actual Louis to be. This author wrote one of my favorite fics of 2021, so I was really excited to dive into this one. They really know how to set a scene and draw you in to their characters. Scorching smut scenes, excellent use of side characters, and some angst that fully made me cry. Definitely worth a read!

#favorite fics of 2022 #my fic rec #larry fic rec

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Sweet tears of ecstasy? That intrigues me

okay so Sweet tears of ecstasy is one that i've been working on for awhile...it'll probably (dunno for sure😅) never come out if i'm being honest because it's a whole ass series with complexity and toxicity, an actual plot between the smut.

the thing is idk if i actually have the commitment and drive to finish something like this, so if i did end up posting it, it would probably be after i finished writing all of it-which idk if it'll ever happen😭

it is hongjoong x fem!reader x mingi, a college au.

the reader is a smartass in one of mingi's classes who he's obsessed with-why? because he likes smart girls who say things he doesn't understand while he looks at them with stars in his eyes, nodding along even though he has zero idea what they're saying (basically he's a himbo)

the reader is a very private and closed off person, has a few close friends but even with them she mostly keeps to herself. one of said people she is close with is hongjoong-who is pretty popular. him and the reader are like fwb but keep it on the down-low because it's not really anyone else's business.

anyways, the plot pretty much is, mingi ends up walking in on them in the bathroom at a party one night...doing unspeakable things and immediately leaves, embarrassed but even afterwards he can't stop thinking about it

that's all i'm gonna say for the plot, just in case i ever do end up releasing it but yeah. i've got a few parts of it written, i'll release one small snippet of one of them here

Sweet tears of ecstasy

“Shit,” You groan, chest heaving, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

Fingers twirl through threads of his hair as he pants as well, trying to calm his racing heart while almost (maybe) unaware of the affect that it had on your shivering body from his hot breath fanning across you. 

He could barely help the churn in his stomach at the way you looked down at him, hungry as your eyes roved over his skin; ravenous, like you weren’t above pouncing on him the second after you came despite the slight tremble still apparent in your legs.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He moaned, trying to hide his head in your thigh as he squirmed, your hand in his hair holding him back.

How could you not? It would be a crime to not appreciate how puffed and red his lips were, his hair messy and chin covered in a mess that his tongue seemed determined to clean, poking out every so often. “Like what babyboy?” 

He sighs and rolls his eyes as you smile, cupping his cheek in time for him to brush his head against your inner thighs, blowing at you just to hear you hiss. 

You groan, “Don’t be a dick!” Using the position in favour for shoving him back, away from you before frowning at the cold left behind and pulling him back in.

He almost laughs but instead kisses your skin softly, lovingly.

“You’ve gotten too good at that y’know?”

“I dunno,” he looks up before crawling up into your open arms, allowing him to cuddle up against you as you light a cigarette, placing it between your lips with a puff. “Is there such a thing as being too good at eating pussy?”

The smell of nicotine fills his head, making him feel cloudy and safe. 

He’s never liked it when you smoke, told you many times to stop, tried many times to make you. 

Hiding them, throwing them in the trash, sending you websites and YouTube videos, threatening you. Nothing’s worked and he still doesn’t like it but he can’t help the way that the smell alone is almost enough to make him hard again.

A cigarette before you give him the best orgasm he’s had in his life, relighting the same one right after, right before round two and then another one before you hop into the shower afterwards.

Pavlov’s dogs or some shit, right? 

“You wanna stay the night?” The words echo hollowly, seeming to bounce off the four walls of his room. 

He feels foolish. For even asking. For even hoping. Especially when you don’t answer, simply taking another puff, offering it to him in which he declines with a quiet reminder of how you should quit.

His body feels cold when you pull away. The bed seems so much bigger when you’re not in it.

“Not tonight lover,” You grab your underwear off the floor, jeans too followed by the shirt you came in. “Got some stuff I need to do,”

He wishes that you’d grab his hoodie right next to it instead, slip it on and wear it tomorrow when he’d see you in class. “Mhm.” It’s a bullshit excuse. You know it. He knows it. 

But it’s an unspoken promise at this point. He asks you to stay. You say you have something. You leave. He stays. Cold and left with the scent of cigarettes and sex.

“You coming to the party tomorrow night?” You put out the deathstick on the ashtray that’s taken space on his nightstand, brought a couple of weeks ago by you after being annoyed with the fact that he had nothing else that you could’ve used.

“Wooyoung’s?”

“Yeah, the one at his and San’s place?”

He thinks over the things he had planned for tomorrow, ready to skip out anything originally planned to go to this stupid party with you. Graciously happy to find that he has nothing. “Yeah, why?”

You turn back to him, smile plastered across you face, looking so much more innocent than you really are. 

“Just wanted to make sure that I’d see you there, probably wouldn’t go if you weren’t. You’re the only one that makes that kinda stuff bearable for me.” He swears his heart soars with the words, with the way you lean down, placing a kiss on his neck, lingering on his jaw, then his cheek and the corner of his mouth before planting one on his lips, nipping at them playfully, pulling away just as quick before he can wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in, effectively starting round 3 of the night.

“Y-yeah,” 

He’s slightly breathless but you don’t seem to notice, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. “Oh shit, I gotta go!” 

You scramble to grab the rest of your things, your bag, the pack of cigarettes and lighter you left on his nightstand beside the ashtray and one last stolen kiss.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? 8 and don’t be late, I will leave you behind if it’s over ten minutes.”

He pouts petulantly, “I don’t take that long!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the door, peeking your head in one more time before you shut it. “Take a shower okay? You smell like sex and I’ll call you later, text me if you need anything, anything at all.” He nods and you pin him with a look that seems to say ‘don’t fuck around with me.’

“Okay!”

“Good." You smile softly and for a second he can pretend that he's really yours and that you'll come back later tonight when he's sleeping, cuddling up to him in the dark and that you'll wake up in the morning-together.

But then your next words come, like a slap to the face. What you say every night that you leave him. "See you later Hongjoong.”

And with that, you’re gone. And he’s left alone in the dark once more. 

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so yeah, a snippet from the first part, after this it switches to mingi's point of view, already at the party mentioned the next night. which is where he ends up walking in on them.

#inbox💌 #hard thoughts #dom reader #ateez hard thoughts #sub ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #sub mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #sub hongjoong #hongjoong smut

[handsome-wise-strong]

Can I get some Lucemond fic recs? I’m new to the fandom ☺️

First of all, welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy your time in our little corner of tumblr. There are countless great fics out there I could recommend you to read but I’ll try to keep the list short and simple for now. I don’t wanna overwhelm you!

Here’s my favorites:

Remember the lives we once lived — Unohanabbygirl

This is a series and it focuses on the Targs reincarnated in modern times. The first fic in the series I read was Forget me not, which focuses around a troubled and amnesiac Luke. The author creates such vivid world building in the fic, and the characterization of not only Luke but everyone else in the family is truly incredible. It’s so immersive and complex and I feel like a kid on Christmas whenever it updates. I also highly recommend you check out the other fics in the series — A whole new world in which I don’t belong (which focuses on Alicent’s backstory and is just so so so good) and Take me with you before you fall (Aemond’s life after he accidentally killed Luke!!) There’s nothing else like it in the world!

new contact: luke — Everild

This is also a modern au. It focuses on Aemond, who has joined the priesthood. It incorporates modern notions about incest, adding a delicious sheen of guilt and self-loathing around the entire fic. This, paired with a healthy dose of religious guilt, makes for an intriguing read that leaves you craving more.

Glass cases — lockandkey

Another modern au that centers around reincarnated Lucemond. It’s a bit of a slow burn (which I’m addicted to) and there’s a lot of tip-toeing around feelings in this fic! Overall very soft and a little bit angsty at times. I adore it!!

Ægishjálmur - theartificialintellect

I read each update as soon as it comes out, that’s how much I love this fic. It’s a viking au, featuring seer! Lucerys!! If you’re a fan of history or Norse mythology you’ll love this one. It’ll keep you on your toes and leave you wondering about all the mystery surrounding Luke’s visions and Aemond’s family.

Athamé - theartificialintellect

This is one of my favorite Lucemond fics. If you like old manor houses, strange occurrences in the night, and dark family secrets, this will be the perfect read for you. It has a very gothic romance/horror vibe that I always crave, and wraps up so well in the end.

Empyrean Blaze — theartificialintellect

Alright, I’m just a really big fan of theartificialintellect lol 💀 anyway, this fic is not for the faint of heart, but I still highly recommend it. It’s a dark fic, focusing around a demon Aemond and a vengeful Luke, so if that’s your style, go for it.

Time Has Gone — Minos_TT

An A/B/O fic set during Rhaenyra’s time on the iron throne. Luke has had Aemond’s bastard while in the Vale, and returns to King’s Landing with his son in tow. Secret kid plot lines are always a treat to me, and little Laenor in this fic is one of my favorite Lucemond kids!

The Holiday — archimedesprinciple

Another modern au!! I’m a sucker for fics framed around holidays, so this one was very comforting to read. It’s probably the Lucemond fic I go back to read most often, just so I can feel like it’s Christmas again.

In Darkness there is Love — springofmylove

Modern au again (I’m starting to see a pattern) Luke gets injured in this and loses his sight. Aemond takes his nephew under his wing and pining and tenderness follows. I adore the hell out of this fic and the way the author has written Lucemond’s dynamic.

Luke Rivers AU — Unusual-Raccoon

It takes quite a bit for me to fully enjoy smut (I’m asexual) but my friend here writes so well that I couldn’t help but to eat this series up. Aemond’s characterization is spot-on, as well — something I really appreciate seeing in fics!!

For the Wildest Mystery I Know — NinthRiver

This only has one chapter up but I adore it already. It features Luke (Lucerys Flowers in this) living a quiet life on his farm when Aemond shows up to turn his life upside down (again) I’m really looking forward to seeing where it goes!

a losing game — monkkeyslut

I recently started this one (late to the game) and it has me hooked. Set in modern times with the Targs as royalty, it incorporates the characters so well. It features a secret relationship between Lucemond, and brings a lot of miscommunication and oblivious idiots in love to the table.

Star-Crossed — DominaReginald

Another one I binged just recently! Luke gets taken hostage by the Greens and Aemond is absolutely down bad whipped for him. *chefs kiss* the best flavor!

you whom i should love above all things — ser_pounce

A modern au featuring a religious Aemond (yes I have a type) Things get steamy between Lucemond during a family holiday get-together and religious guilt and sneaking around pursues. Delicious stuff :)

no morning glory (it was war) — dandelion_weed

Another A/B/O (my beloved) in which Luke presents while in Winterfell. Aemond is very much not down with letting his nephew mate with someone else, so he takes matters into his own hands and heads out to claim Luke for himself. There’s only two chapters for now, but I still highly recommend it.

I said I’d keep this short… that was a lie, wasn’t it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these fics! I know I did 🫶🏻

#lucemond #lucemond fic #hotd

[ghostofaboy]

The Worthwhile Delay

Pairing: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1467

Warnings: Face sitting, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Come Eating, 69

Summary: Din and Cobb are delayed in getting back to Freetown after an excursion into the desert. Luckily Cobb thinks of something for them to do to pass the time Shameless smut.

Note: This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first time writing DinCobb.

They had been traveling for a few days when Din’s speeder abruptly gave out. Din had traveled out, agreeing to accompany his lover, Cobb, to investigate a strange signal. What had appeared only to be a short distance from Freetown had ended up being a two-day trip to a downed ship. Din’s mind drifted back to think of his young son Grogu, back in the settlement. He’d been left with Cobb’s new deputy, but Din was concerned the little green rascal would run rings around the young man.

After thoroughly investigating the crash site Din and Cobb had found nothing but a destroyed astromech. If there had been a pilot, there was no body. With no tracks to follow or clues, the two men had reluctantly decided to head back.

About halfway through the first day heading back, Din’s speeder sputtered to a halt.

“Dank farrik.”

“What’s the trouble?” Cobb glided to a stop next to him.

“The speeder.” Din gestured to the smoking machine. “I think it’s overheated.”

“Doubtful.” Cobb climbed down from his own and started to peer into the complex working of Din’s loaned speeder. “Speeders on Tatooine have to pass checks for the heat. Nah, looks like the coupler is shot. Just general wear and tear, partner. Nothin’ to be done about it.”

Din climbed off the dead speeder with a sigh. Cobb’s speeder wasn’t built for two to ride, but with some work, they might be able to hook up something to tow his busted ride.

“If we find a way to connect them, you might be able to tow me back.” Din cocked his head, hands on hips.

“You read my mind.” Cobb chuckled. “I have some cord, but we’ll have to go slower. Else it’ll tear and then, well, you’ll be in for a long walk.”

After slowly being towed for the rest of the day, Din eventually spotted a small cave opening and directed Cobb so they could make camp. A few hours later, long after the suns had set, Din spotted Cobb watching. He’d caught Cobb watching him several times over the few weeks he’d spent in Freetown. Din had taken to removing his helmet in private with Cobb, and Cobb had not lost his curiosity about Din’s face yet.

Cobb was leaning back against the cave wall, his eyes roaming over Din, a smile playing on his lips.

Turning his head slowly, Din watched as Cobb licked his lips before locking eyes with Din.

“Sit on my face.”

Din blinked at Cobb, unable to process the request for a moment. It had been a statement rather than a question as Din watched Cobb’s smile grow.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sit. On. My. Face.” Cobb folded his arms. “I wanna eat your ass. And your balls. Oh, and your cock.”

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes.” Din growled.

“Who says I’m jokin’?”

“It’s not very private.” Din gestured to the cave. “Someone could see.”

“There’s only us here.” Cobb laughed loudly .”Come on, why not?”

Din didn’t have a good answer. Truthfully his cock was already stirring. It had been almost a week since he and Cobb had last had sex. Being the Marshall of a town kept Cobb busy, and once the signal had been picked up, they’d had no time for intimacy. Glancing outside the mouth of the cave, Din could see nothing but desert. Why not, indeed?

“Well?” Cobb smirked, loosening his pants, showing Din his hardening cock.

To answer Cobb, Din began to rapidly remove his armor and flight suit. Cobb watched every movement, stroking his thick cock with a smile. Eventually, Dib stood naked in the cave, shivering slightly as Cobb's eyes roamed over him.

“Are you going to take anything off?” Dib gestured to Cobb’s mostly clothed form.

Cobb just grinned, yanking off his shirt and roughly shoving his pants to his knees before kicking them off.

“Better?”

“Fairer.”

“Well,” Cobb lay down flat, motioning for Din to come over, “climb on.”

Still conscious of the very public place they were in, Din positioned himself over Cobb’s face, with his knees on either side of the other man’s chest. Carefully he lowered himself until he could feel Cobb’s hot breath on his ass. In front of him, Cobb’s cock twitched, a pearl of precum rolling down its length, and Din couldn’t help licking his lips.

Behind him, Din could feel Cobb pulling his ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his hole, letting out an approving hum at the sight before him. Din couldn't stop himself letting out a contented sigh as Cobb began to pepper his cheeks with kisses before teasing and tracing around Din's rim with his tongue. Watching Cobb's cock bob with each lick, Din could feel his own cock leaking, trapped between Cobb's chest and Din's stomach.

"Wish we had some lube with us." Cobb muttered into Din's ass. "I need to fuck you."

"Have to wait till we get back." Din moaned. "Then we can… ah… we can…"

Cobb just chuckled as he continued to gently lick around Din's rim. Din could feel himself clenching and releasing as Cobb began to bury his face between Din's cheeks. Slowly, steadily, Cobb worked Din open with his tongue. All Din could do was try to hold himself still, occasionally writhing and groaning as he fucked himself on Cobb's tongue.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Cobb's leaking cock Din busied himself pinching his own nipples. His heart raced as the fire built inside him, his swollen cock hot and red, twitching at Cobb's attention. Then a sudden feeling of warm wet hit Din’s hole and began to drip down. Din couldn’t stop himself from gasping as Cobb spit into his open asshole again.

“Relax for me, darlin’.” Cobb purred, gently pushing a finger into Din. Arching his back, Din let out an uncontrolled and obscenely loud moan as Cobb’s digit found his prostate. Din instinctively leaned forward more, widening his legs while Cobb eased a second spit-covered finger into him. Cobb's cock was now tantalizingly close to Din's mouth, red and throbbing, making Din wonder if Cobb would cum untouched.

"So pretty like this." Cobb breathed, trailing his mouth down to suck on Din's balls. Taking each one in his mouth in turn, Cobb hummed in pleasure, curling his tongue around their shape. "Shift up Din, use my mouth, darlin'."

Din did as he was told, shifting his hips slightly for Cobb to take his cock and put it into his hot wet mouth. He wouldn't last much longer with Cobb's fingers buried in his hole and his mouth engulfing his cock.

Leaning forward, even more to put his weight into his knees and elbows, Din parted his lips and swirled his tongue around the head of Cobb's cock. A muffled gasp was his reward before the lewd wet, gagging noises returned as Din fucked down into Cobb's mouth.

Din closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he closed his mouth over the head of Cobb's cock and sucked hard. The air felt electrified as both men chased the building pleasure. Din bobbed his head over the length of Cobb, letting him hit the back of Din's throat before pulling back, hollowing his cheeks as he did. Beneath him, Cobb choked on Din's cock, all the while gently tugging on his balls and pumping his fingers into Din's needy hole.

It was Cobb who came first, the coiling tension snapping as he bucked up into Din's mouth. Salty release flooded Din's senses as he pulled back to stroked Cobb through his climax. The fingers in his ass halted briefly before Din felt Cobb let out a shaky moan before resuming his frantic pace.

Din's muscles ached as he felt his composure slip. Hungrily chasing his own finish, Din drove down into Cobb's waiting throat. It only took a matter of seconds before Din, with one last thrust Din came. As his vision blurred, Din pinched his eyes shut, as he could feel Cobb milking every last drop from him. Finally, just as he thought his legs would give way, Din felt Cobb slide his fingers slowly and carefully out of Din's twitching hole.

With his legs still shaking, Din sluggishly climbed off of Cobb before collapsing onto the ground next to him. The cave filled with their breathless panting before Cobb let out a low chuckle.

"Not bad." He rolled onto his side to look at Din. "But we can do better."

Gazing up at the cave ceiling Din smiled. They had managed pretty well in a cave with little preparation. With toys, lube, and more time, there was no doubt Cobb would be able to leave Din a boneless mess.

“We can do better.” Din agreed.

#din djarin #cobb vanth #din djarn x cobb vanth #dincobb #the mandalorian #m/m fiction

[0cta9on]

Hoya there bud, pray that things ease up over there😚, got quite a number of ask/tell so I will be doing it all in one ask

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🗨️1. Question: What are you looking for in creating complex characters and relationships that you want in a story? Is it like how character A personality could click together with character B (Like Intimidated looking but klutz girl get couple up with compose looking but a teasing guy)🤔

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🗨️2. Comment: Just saying, you making me go down bad for Eunha🥵, When she's in Gfriend, I only see her as a cute idol that's all but ever seen their Viviz debut, Gyaattt daym she's hot 🔥 the epitome of both cute and sexy combine into one person👌🗿

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🗨️3. Comment: I really enjoy your blurb of Eunha, sometimes a blurb (as short as a couple of paragraphs and short dialogue) already satisfies me. Kinda reminds me of this, NSFW Tag game: sex positions: https://ggidolsmuts.tumblr.com/post/655847569294049280/nsfw-so-you-lost-a-bet-and-posted-that-you-wanted

💫Just for fun hehehe: You walk upon your housemate with an unintended morning wood, How would you start your day?

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🗨️4. Comment: Here is Minji contagious laugh

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFW3GRot/

Such a ethereal and cuddly girl to have that contrasting laugh was phenomenal 🤣, Watching minji clip always reminded me of your work, Just imagine Yuno amused shocking face after experiencing first hand her really genuine laugh 🤭

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🪶To end this off, and yet again, I am truly thankful for your time and energy and attention on my humble messages, you probably got a lot on your tab already but I really appreciate every moment of it. Hope my long ass message doesn't pressure you🥲 cya✌️

Hello mikeylo!! Thanks for the asks!! Will probably be a bit long, so I'll put a divider here :) (Listen to Pat Pat by Eunha :)))) )

I think it really comes down to my lack of planning. For smuts at least, I think of scenarios first instead of relationships, so I end up worrying about if the characters are interesting enough or if the entire story is focused too much on the sex. There was actually an ask that caps had where they started out with interesting pieces of dialogue first and built the story off of that, which I wanna try in the future as it looks very interesting and makes for better character development and interactions (evident in all of caps' works tbh). A little bit of a spoiler but one of the things I'm working on has a throuple in it and I could easily write a bunch of hot n trashy threesome sex, but I thought it would be better if I explored how each person interacts with each other outside of sex and potential issues that could arise from feelings like jealousy or favoritism.

2. EXACTLY, Eunha has always been the epitome of cute and sexy imo. Even though Gfriend mainly did "cute" concepts, there were still a lot of times where Eunha was just naturally sexy. I'll leave a couple pics here to prove it :)

omg I remember going absolutely feral when she first did the bloom performance. And all of Eunha's Mago outfits are so GOOD gah damn.

3. I'm glad you enjoyed it :) I'm still looking for a perfect story to write about Eunha, anything less than perfection is a disservice to my girl. I remember reading those NSFW tag games when I was just a reader and it's a bit unfortunate I was too late to do them myself, they seem like fun to write. Anywho, here's another little blurb;

After a night full of drinking and partying, you're at the part you hate the most - waking up with a hangover. You stumble into your living room wearing nothing but your boxers and see your roommate, Eunha, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal in her lap. At this point, Eunha is used to you walking around in your boxers; what she's not used to, however, is your massive morning wood bulging through the fabric. Seeing you in your pitiful state, she decides to lend you a hand - more accurately, a mouth - and pulls your waistband down, taking as much of your cock into her mouth as she can. The sensation of her lips sucking your length is enough to make you forget about the pain in your head, and before you know it, you're shooting your cum down her throat. As you catch your breath, you can't help but think how lucky you are to have such a helpful roommate.

4. Omg I love her laugh so much, she's so cute I can't :,) There may or may not have been a time where I listened to her "I Love You 3000" cover on loop... Anyways, I cannot wait to write more cute shit for UD, thanks for the inspo, it helps a lot :))

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50 Shades of Marcus

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader (she/her pronouns, but no name or physical description).

Summary: The 50 Shades of Gray trailer leads to an interesting conversation which sets off an unexpected chain of events.

Word Count: 11k (50% porn with 50% plot).

Rating/Warnings: E (18+) smut, Dom!Reader (soft dom), sub!Marcus, First time Sub, somewhat inexperienced Marcus? (sorta), opinions on 50 shades of gray, male masturbation, language, little bit of alcohol, clear consent is given, ambiguous age gap, friends to benefits? and overall explicit content. I don't wanna give too much away, but this is decently tame for a Dom/sub. If you have any questions, feel free to message me for a full list of warnings.

This is my first time writing this type of dynamic, and while I researched the topic please let me know if I got anything wrong!

Marcus trudged up the steps and over to his apartment door. Slotting his key in the lock – the tension between his brows unraveled with each notch. The door and him groaned in unison as it opened, signaling the official start of his weekend. 

The strap of his briefcase slid from his shoulder and plopped to the ground as he stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapping around him like a fleece blanket; his head fell back and eyes closed to revel in it. It was then, in the moment of weakness, that it pounced – much like it always did on days like these. Filling his mind with reminders of Teresa – images of the life he planned for them when signing the lease. 

A dream which lasted all but a moment. A bright idea that came to him while high off her saying yes – one last special surprise for his fiancé to show she made the right choice. 

When they looked together online, Teresa had loved the complex. Gushing over the breathtaking neoclassical red brick building; the historical charm of the parquet flooring, crown molding and dark woodwork around the palladian windows which offered a stunning view of the city. 

One phone call and his broker had a tour set up within an hour. He measured the rooms, handed over a non-refundable deposit and signed on the dotted line all while wearing a dumbly assured smile. Which was promptly wiped from his face while listening to her voicemail on the front steps of their his new home; the plans crumpling like the one year lease bawled in his fist. 

It’d been just shy of a year since and while the constant ache faded in time, it still came and went in waves that were few and far between. Sprung on by certain emotions or events. Like when feeling overwhelmed. Or when nothing but silence welcomed him home. No one there to hold and ground him back to the present after a hard day at work. 

Hanging his coat, Marcus was pulled to the present by a vibration against his leg. Grabbing his phone out to check the message, the somber thoughts were quickly forgotten. 

‘You still on for tonight?’ 

It was his neighbor. 

No, not Gladys the elderly widow in 2A across the way, however he did need to see if she planned on going to the store tomorrow; he always helped bring up her groceries in exchange for a fresh batch of cookies. It wasn’t 2D either, asking if he wanted to work out this weekend or would check in on his two pre-teen boys while out on another date. 

No. 

It was 2C. His young caddy corner neighbor who moved to the city a few weeks after him. She was extremely charming and not to mention gorge–

Another text came through. 

‘I may or may not have gotten your favorite frozen pizza while at the store. Just in case I needed to tempt you.’

Marcus chuckled at that. The guarantee of her company was more than enough to tempt him. 

There was just something about her that he couldn’t get enough of. Probably because she was so damn easy to be around. Always had been, even before the established weekly routine of TV and take-out (or on occasion a frozen pizza) when it was nothing more than chatting by the bronze metal mailboxes or conversations in door frames. 

Marcus quickly replied. 

‘Oh, I’ll be there. Just gotta shower real fast.’

He stopped at the fish tank, crouching next to the glass to feed Vincent, his navy blue crowntail betta that gave him some sort of company. While the small fish chomped on the pellet, it wiggled its back fins to happily greet him. His phone screen reflected on the glass of the tank with her reply. 

‘Good cause I already put it in the oven. Be over in 20 if you want it hot.’

He took that as a challenge. Hurrying through a shower and throwing on a pair of comfy sweats and a plain long sleeve that hugged his broad chest and tiny belly. Passing the hall mirror on his way to the kitchen, he checked himself over. Running his fingers through damp hair and examining the one spot he missed on his otherwise freshly shaved jaw. 

With an unopened twelve pack in hand, Marcus practically skipped the four diagonal steps to her door. His empty stomach roaring as mozzarella cheese and tomato sauce welcomed him in. The PB&J that was shoved down his throat between meetings earlier wasn’t very filling. 

“Well, damn that was fast,” she said with a smile that tugged at his heart. She looked effortlessly beautiful with hardly an ounce of makeup on after the long day and dressed in her well loved baggy alma mater sweatshirt that’s faded color was speckled in paint stains. 

“What can I say? I’m starving.” He plopped the box down on the granite countertop. “By the way, it smells amazing.” He ripped it open and grabbed a beer. 

“Can’t take much credit for that, it was all Trader Joe’s.” She leaned over the counter to stretch. Arching her back and rolling her shoulders, her eyes closed with a soft moan. The sound and the way her leggings tightened around her ass, Marcus couldn’t help but gape at her. 

Luckily before she could catch him ogling, an obscenely loud used car lot commercial knocked him out of his trance, dropping his gaze to flick the beer tab open. 

“So,” Marcus rested the cold aluminum on his lip, “How was work?” 

She groaned as her eyes rolled open to peer up at him. “Boring. My back is seriously killing me from sitting on my ass all day. What about you? Any progress on that case?” She cocked her head. 

“No, actually quite the opposite.” Marcus scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to rid himself of the mental image of his dejected team, all their bloodshot eyes looking to him for guidance. “We hit another dead end.” 

She frowned, but any reply was cut off by the cheerful chime of the oven. Thankfully, Marcus wanted to shelve the conversation about work for the night and just enjoy himself. 

Like always Marcus pulled out the pizzas as she grabbed out two plates. 

“What’re we watching tonight?” Marcus asked while flapping the oven mitt back and forth to cool the pizzas. 

“Wizards vs Celtics. Duh,” She playfully scoffed. “It’s Pierce’s first game against them since he was traded. It’s bound to be good.” 

---

There was a single piece of crust left, a half-empty wine bottle on the counter and multiple crushed beer cans in the bin. A tipsy hum buzzed between Marcus and her as the game headed into the fourth quarter with the Wizards leading by 15. 

Marcus was settled on his designated end of the pink velvet couch, an accent pillow resting in his lap – something to grab onto if the game turned into a nail-biter. He watched the shot clock winding down, pass after pass. Just as the Wizard’s player shot, the whistle blew and the ref waved his hands in the air. Obnoxiously pointing to the player and making the arena erupt in a chorus of boos. 

While Marcus liked the NBA, she loved it. Her passion flew with a string of curses as her arm flailed at the TV, to which Marcus mumbled his agreement. Once the coach challenged it, sending the refs to review, she bounced back into the cushions with a proud huff as the camera panned out of the arena and transitioned into a commercial break. 

It seemed to be a movie trailer, judging by the sensual rendition of Crazy in Love playing in the background and the woman with blunt bangs standing in the elevator. 

“What’s this?” Marcus asked as the woman entered a spaciously bland office with a stellar view. 

“Come on, you’ve seen this before.” He glanced over and shook his head. “Seriously? Huh. It’s uh - 50 Shades… of Gray. It’s a book series.” 

The passive hum and small nod he gave made it seem like it clicked, but honestly he didn’t have a clue about the premise. Only recognizing the title from when his secretary read it months back. He usually wouldn’t remember such a thing but her non-stop giggling and flushed cheeks made it stick out among the rest. Assuming it to be another rom-com or a cheesy romance he sat back and got comfortable. 

Well, it was far from a rom-com. 

That became abundantly clear the moment the music intensified and the shirtless man - Mr. Gray? - grabbed a blindfold from a drawer. Marcus’s eyes widened as the scene switched to a red room filled with various toys and devices.

Marcus wiped the sweat from his palms on the underside of the pillow as the couple sauntered from place to place. He tried to focus on the screen, but kept wondering why he was reacting like a nervous and inexperienced pre-teen at a kissing party? 

Was it the topic of sex? It was the one subject that hadn’t been touched upon. While he could talk to her about almost anything, childhood memories – no problem. Past relationships – a breeze. He’d poured over Teresa and she’d done the same with her ex. Even going into detail about her self-imposed hiatus from dating. But, sex – now that was avoided. 

Still, deep down Marcus knew there was more to it than just that, but the reflection was halted when his attention was drawn back to the now black screen. 

A premature sigh of relief caught in his throat as the final scene faded in. The woman was blindfolded and restrained by her wrists and the sound of her heavy breathing made his body temperature spike. Warmth pooling in his lower belly as the man brushed a leather stick thing along her clavicle. 

The bubble of sweet ignorance popped. Staining his ears a bright cherry red as the crotch of his sweats twitched to life, grazing the pillow. Mortified and humiliated, he didn’t dare breathe or move. In utter disbelief that this was happening. That he actually turned on – not just that, a quarter hard. 

Sure, Marcus realized he was in a bit of a drought. It’d been, well actually he hadn’t had sex since Teresa. 

But still –

That was no excuse. Not at his age for getting hard at a censored movie trailer. Oh, but he did. The tightness in his crotch reminded him of that. 

He tapped his foot and drummed his fingers on the pillow. A feeling of unease swelled in the room in her deafening silence. 

Could she somehow tell? By the pink tint of his neck, the quickness of his breath. He tried to shake the silly thought away, but it wouldn’t budge. It gnawed and gnawed as the silence stretched from the predictable release date to the beginning seconds of the next commercial. And before it could be stopped, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. 

“Well, that was intense.” He internally cringed, praying to whatever was above to have the couch cushions eat him alive. 

“I mean. I guess,” she shrugged. 

Marcus couldn’t tell, was she mocking him? Teasing him? Was she even paying attention? Unsettled and confused, his head whipped to the side. 

The second she caught the rapid movement out of the corner of her eye, the impassive expression flashed with something that almost resembled panic – realization. But before he could piece it all together, a neutral smile took its place. 

She turned to face him, slinking her arm over the couch back as she tucked her leg underneath her in a pose that gave off an illusion of relaxation. 

She tried to clarify, “You know - if you’re not like into that,” his head cocked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, everyone has their own preferences. I mean it’s not like everyone has to like it just because I do-” 

“Oh,” he slipped. Her lips snapped shut, eyes inflating and reading of: shitshitshitshit. 

The tipsy haze made his thoughts feel like dominoes, one led to another and just tumbled from there. He stared at her and for a tense second nothing came out of his mouth. When she nervously gnawed at her cheek, anticipating his response, it dawned on him that he’d never seen her like that and the voice in his head started to scream to say something. Anything. Don’t let it just sit there. 

“So,” he fumbled through a shrug. “You’re into that?” 

“I mean. Yeah - yeah. Well -” her head bobbled from side to side. “Actually, it’s uh - it’s a little different.” The almost innocence in her fluttering eyes, and the lingering question stirred something deep inside of him. He cursed the alcohol for ramping up his curiosity and lowering his inhibitions but he just had to know. 

“Can I ask, how so?” His timid question was met by an approving smile that made his chest swell with pride. 

“Of course. It might not be something I broadcast but that doesn’t mean that I’m ashamed or unwilling to talk about it but I wanna make sure you’re comfortable, and at any point if you’re not, just stop me. I swear I won’t be offended.”

“As long as you are. Comfortable. I am,” his head dipped into an eager nod. 

“Alright, well first, I gotta go on a small soap box by saying the relationship in that series isn’t the healthiest or most accurate portrayal. He isn’t a great - Dom. So, don’t go look it up and think that’s how it always is. And the reason I start with that is well, I’m one. I’m a Dom - or Domme.” 

An image of her dressed in leather like Catwoman in Batman Returns flashed in his mind and with a few quick blinks it dissolved. 

“Oh,” she added not a moment later with a roll of her head. “And before you ask. Yes I’ve tried both and yes I still prefer being in the Dominant role.” 

While Marcus was far from an expert, he still knew it wasn’t abnormal for women to be in the Dominant role but understood it wasn’t the typical assumption. 

Searching for her permission, she easily gave it. “Why do you prefer it? To the other?” 

“What an excellent question. I have multiple reasons,” she smiled widely. “To start, I honestly enjoy the responsibility of it, the act of caring for someone and making them feel good. It just does it for me, ya know; being the one to indulge someone’s fantasies and bring them pleasure, knowing every time they squirm or moan or beg-”

Her jaw clamped shut, breaking him from a trance he didn’t realize he was under. She sheepishly giggled. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he said when cracking a smile, but whatever it was she luckily took it as a go ahead to continue. 

“Swiftly moving on. I think this one will be a little obvious. I’m guessing by now you’ve realized I like being in charge.” 

He snorted, nostrils flaring in jest with a tilt of agreement. 

“Yeah, see. It’s just who I am. I like being the one who decides and leads. When I did try to be in the submissive role it was way harder than I anticipated to really hand over that control. Which is kinda funny since I technically was the one setting the boundaries and obviously knew it’d stop with a single word, but I just couldn’t do it. Maybe it’d be different with someone else, somebody I really really trust. But for me, that’s a little easier said than done.”

The sound of another commercial caught his ear and a twinge of self-consciousness slipped into his mind. He didn’t want to overstep or take advantage of the slight tipsiness of her state. 

“Did that answer your question? I think I just kinda rambled there for a second.” 

“Yeah, yeah that answered it.” He cleared his throat. “I was just curious. I’ve never met or at least that I know of, someone that does it. So thank you-”

“Please, ya don’t need to thank me, like I said I don’t mind.” She reassured him with a passive wave. “Besides, I think it’s pretty normal to be curious. Like when my best friend found out, she asked about a thousand questions. Seriously, it took me like two hours to answer them all.” 

Despite the chance to ask more dangling in front of him like a juicy steak tied to a string, he didn’t take it. Something deep inside kept him from snatching up the chance. Instead he smiled at her and she returned it with ease before turning back to the game. To which he followed suit. 

From there conversation flowed into plays and players for the remaining minutes. 

---

Later that night Marcus laid awake, flopping from side to side like a fish out of water, desperate to get comfortable. His mind in as much disarray as the sheets tangled in his legs. 

It all started when he sat down to eat a late night snack – a bowl of Cheerios. Some trashy TV show with Jerry Springer and suitcases playing solely to fill the silence. It wasn’t like he was paying attention; the events of the night occupying his thoughts. 

Why had he been so turned on? By that trailer? By her revelation? Why did he even ask her those questions? Why did he still have more? 

It nagged him like a fly buzzing in his ear. Following him as he washed his bowl, brushed his teeth and even when the lights were off and he was tucked in bed. The sleep he thought would come easily was nowhere to be found. He was too fixated on the familiar, yet foreign warmth of her words, at the ideas which seemed to bloom from them. 

The last time Marcus fantasized about such things was close to two decades ago. Stopping soon after he began dating Angela, his first wife. 

They met sophomore year of college and as expected, he fell quickly and all at once. It was hard not to. Angela was stunning; a poster of Texas beauty with sweeping blonde barrel curls and a runner's build. The type of woman toxic fathers tell their sons to marry when they grow up. But Marcus didn’t love her for just her looks, she was perfect on paper: smart, sweet and wanted a family (after she established her career). There was just one thing they were incompatible on:

Sex. 

Even in the beginning, their sex life was rigid. She’d only do it on Tuesday and/or Friday, strictly standard missionary except for his birthday when she got on top. It’s not like he complained. Just wished he had the chance to explore more. That’s all. 

He still went with the pretty family portrait. The dream life sidelining curiosity which yes, extended to fantasizing; choosing to only jack off to things he would experience. Maybe it was a bit extreme, but his decision was based on a slippery slope fallacy that one day his hand and imagination wouldn’t be enough. 

While he was obviously trying to make their relationship work, they ultimately got divorced. Turned out their incompatibility went further than sex. There were a few relationships after Angela and before Teresa. Most were more spontaneous than her, which allowed him to add a few new positions to his repertoire. Lucky for him since he continued to tune out his ultimate fantasies. 

But, now the question as to why, plagued him. 

Why didn’t he let himself fantasize? Was he scared? Of what though. His own wants? Of holding out hope for someone who shared his interests instead of focusing on finding a life partner, one who fit his plans? Did he not think they could coexist? 

Was it self-preservation? Choosing the practical option? Worried to find out he missed the mark, the age of exploration long gone? 

Or was he no longer interested in experimenting? 

Judging by how his cock was throbbing against the seam of his sleep shorts that didn’t seem to be the case. He was hard as a rock – easily the hardest he’d been in ages if not ever. 

It was like she’d pulled on a loose thread, unraveling the binds of his repressed thoughts. And suddenly every daydream of her that he cut short, every deep desire never acted upon, never even voiced aloud was spewing out. Making his balls ache with a piercing almost painful need to cum. 

There was no way he could fall asleep, at least not until it was taken care of. Usually he’d think nothing of it and just get it over with. Like chugging a glass of water, nothing more than taking care of a basic need. It wasn’t like there was any thrill of excitement in the same mundane scenarios. 

However this time it wouldn’t be enough. 

He needed more to satiate him – to scratch the itch in his fingers. He needed a release to a fantasy he’d likely never get the chance to experience. 

But fuck. He wanted to. 

It had always been there, a deep longing to know what it would be like to relinquish control. To give up the very thing he’d been tethered to his whole life. 

To be free. 

Free from the heavy burdens at work. The constant demands that came with being in charge. 

Free of his constant thinking. Of creating plans only to watch them fall apart. 

Even if only for a moment, he wanted to be free of it all, of everything. To not think of anything else. Only feel and experience overwhelming pleasure. 

Lost in the idea, he didn’t realize his hips were rolling until he caught himself whimpering. The worn polyester providing a scratch of friction. But –

Damn. It felt so good and he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Impatient for more and eager to take himself in hand. 

Still. There was one last hang up.

Her. 

There was no one he’d rather imagine but it felt wrong. While in the past her being his friend, never to become more was what stopped him, it was deeper now. She’d indulged his silly and slightly intrusive questions. Confided in him. Trusted him, something she rarely gave. 

Was it a betrayal if he used it as fuel for his fantasies? If he fucked himself to it?

His desire for her manifested into a lustful voice that called to him from the dark depths of his mind. 

One time won’t hurt anything. 

It’s not like she’ll know. 

Think of how good it will feel.

It clouded him, making his restraint evaporate by the minute. 

He moved without thought, without control. His hand slowly sliding up the cotton sheets, fingertips gliding across the bones of his rib cage up to lay flat on his abdomen. His heart beat erratically, muscles flexing with each shuddering breath under the firm press of his palm. 

The fan above was spinning on high, the frigid wind of winter howling outside. Yet, he was burning up. A humid sweat which glazed his skin. Making his hair damp, the ends curling and sticky on the back of his neck. 

As his hand roamed, he pretended it was hers. Soft palms and dainty fingers drifting down the stretch of his golden skin. Her baby pink nails grazing the tender flesh of his belly. 

Inching further, he brushed where his cock broke from the worn elastic to rest on the sparse hairs below his navel, the purpling tip leaking and slick. 

Just the sliver of attention sent a zap of pleasure up his spine. He gritted his teeth, biting back a growl as his head crushed into the center of the pillow. Baring his neck, the veins bulging in a demand to feel the wet slide of her tongue. To have her taste the salt of his skin. 

Without a second to consider or reflect on the regret that would inevitably come tomorrow, he slipped past the band to wrap around the base of his cock. The feeling of it, so thick and heavy and pulsing from years of pent up desire made him choke. 

It was almost too much. 

The base of his spine was simmering. Molten and hot, the primal part of his brain desperate to take his pleasure raw and rough. But he didn’t. Instead loosening his grip and stilling his hand to savor the long awaited moment, no matter how painful. He forced himself to think of Gladys. Of those awful train documentaries his father made him watch. Of his evil third grade teacher. Until the tight knot in his belly began to ease. 

With his release at bay, he gripped his cock and groaned in relief. Visualizing her once more; her hand covering his own with a playful smirk on her lips as she guided his strokes, keeping them at a teasing pace. 

The slow drag of his hand let him feel every throbbing inch, ridge and groove of his cock. His thumb swiping along the thick vein running down the middle. Tiny gasps became a gravelly moan as he reached the sensitive head of his cock. Giving it a small squeeze, a fresh bead of pre-cum pooling at the slit. 

Gathering it, he stroked down. He’d always admired her body, the curves of her and imaging her naked pulled at his groin. Making him dizzy and so so needy to see her – all of her. To feel every inch of his skin. 

If he was on his best behavior, would she let him? He wanted to think so. Hoping she’d allow his hands to roam the plump flesh of her ass. Bask in the smoothness of her until he reached the cusps of her breasts. Oh how he wanted to feel the weight in his palms, to feel the hardened peaks catch between the dips of his fingers. 

His fist instinctively tightened with a hiss when thinking of her mouth claiming his own. A twinge of honey, a hint of mint, she’d taste like her favorite gum. Of the chapstick she always smeared around her lips. Smacking them and sending his mind to twisted places. 

He bet she tasted better elsewhere. 

The idea of knowing her so intimately fizzled every brain cell, every coherent thought left. Until he could only think of getting on his knees for her, to beg for a taste of her warm and silky cunt. Pitiful whines spilled from his lips and stained the air like an overflowing glass of wine, imaging her teasing him. Of her spreading her legs to show him her glistening folds. All to make him salivate. Pant like a fucking dog until he was pleading for it. 

His balls tightened as sparks of static rushed to his straining cock, but none of it registered. He just bucked and bucked, making the bed springs clap together from how hard and fast he was fucking his hand while her body crawled over his. 

He wanted to experience it. To be caged between her thighs and enveloped by the scent of her arousal. His tongue would be eagerly sticking out as he patiently waited to devour her. 

And he would. He’d lick every inch of her pussy until he was messy with her. Until she was screaming his name. Taking and taking from him. More and more. 

Grinding on his nose, his tongue—

Every nerve, every fiber of his being was suddenly ignited. Luckily the walls weren’t thin because he was crying out her name in complete bliss. His muscles quivering as his release shot on the fiery skin of his belly. Making him slump and shake from the aftershock. 

Fan blades squeaking. 

Cars zipping by. 

Shallow panting. 

Slowly, he came to. His mind drifting back down to join his body. 

Powerless to move, utterly exhausted, his eyes fluttered half open. The ceiling blurred with beams of headlights and rays of orange street lights which slipped through the cracks in the blinds. 

A single thought crossed his mind as his breathing evened and the warm embrace of sleep opened its arms. 

He would never do it again. 

---

Fat white flakes danced across the frosted window in his office. The hum of a vacuum a few offices down lingered through the halls. 

Marcus was hunched over his desk, a pair of readers low on the bridge of his nose. The soft cream of the library light illuminating the file in his hand. With a weary sigh, he closed the manila folder and tossed it to the right. Joining the growing stack of read files. Left with no more than a dozen. 

If he thought the hours were bad before, this was ungodly. 

After an unexpected call to London, returning merely three days ago to a pile of files that had him at the office by sunrise and heading home by the time everyone was curled up on their couches to wind down for the night. 

Given the circumstances, he’d yet to see her since that night. 

He’d left two days later on that Sunday, and spent that Saturday cooped up inside. When he’d awoken, it was lunch time; the last time he slept in that late had to be in college when his internal clock wasn’t set to 7:00 A.M. It was definitely in his top ten sleeps, feeling rested and refreshed. 

However, when he looked down to find the evidence of the night dried to his belly, the feeling of guilt along with a bit of uncertainty replaced everything else. He swore up and down he wouldn’t do it again, but as soon as he crawled into bed, his cock and mind chased the otherworldly feeling of the night before. 

He knew this would happen. 

Or at least should’ve. It was so typical of him. 

His mind was like a bug trap, once something got stuck on it, it couldn’t – no – wouldn’t let it go. It had latched onto the idea. Fixated on it. Just as he expected. 

He never should’ve started. Should’ve just kept pushing it away. Refraining. 

Because now, he couldn’t stop. He’d regressed to his teenage self with untimely erections and ramped up hormones. And the worst part about it was he couldn’t stop imagining her. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to think of someone else. Even picturing himself in the Dominant role, still she was the one under him. He couldn’t get her out of his mind even when a whole damn ocean separated him from her. 

Actually, somehow being apart made it worse. 

Curiosity got the better of him after a few too many lonely nights in a bed that wasn’t his own. Leaving him to scour the internet in search of answers to his withheld questions. 

Numerous Reddit posts and BDSM forums later, and his hazy fantasies had turned into graphic depictions that polluted his dreams. An unquenchable thirst tainting the crisp white hotel sheets. 

When the mute gray of winter in London seeped through the sheer curtains, a familiar feeling of shame curled in his belly. Only to sink him whenever her name popped up on his screen. With pictures of her taking care of Vincent. Or eating at the Thai restaurant he recommended. Or those funny posts she sent to make him laugh amidst the chaos of his days. 

Marcus tore off his drugstore readers, flinging them on his desk with a groan as his head dropped into the cup of his hands, palms digging into his eyes. It really wasn't the time to be thinking of this, there was way too much work to be done. He leaned back in his chair and checked his watch. 

7:15.

Reluctantly grabbing another file, he flipped it open but the words jumbled together, in one eye and out the other. All his previous momentum vanished and it was too late on a Friday evening to muster it back up. Deciding to head home early – or at least earlier – he stuffed a few files in his briefcase and locked up. Waving to the night shift custodians on his way to the elevator. 

With rush hour long past the few block drive was over in no time. A pit stop at the mailbox and Marcus sifted through the mix of junk and bills up the stairs. Arriving at his door, he patted the pockets of his coat and pants with his free hand, of course finding his keys in the last one checked. He was just about to slot it into the lock when:

“Marcus!” 

He turned and there she was; still in her work clothes and chugging up the stairs; arms full, carefully balancing a piece of cake, a to-go sack slung on her elbow and a leather briefcase in hand. 

“Oh my God. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“Three weeks” he said with a tired smile, “Let me get that for you.” He tucked the mail under his arm and grabbed the wobbling plate – which read Happy Retirement. She beamed up at him like he was an angel but the usual warm fuzzy feeling was replaced by a rotten pit. Like he’d eaten that egg sandwich in the back of the office fridge. 

He couldn’t help but wonder, what would she think if she knew? That it was her name he called out in the dark embrace of the midnight hour when spilling into his own hand. Would she be disgusted? Disturbed? 

“So. Got any plans tonight?” She asked, fidgeting with her keys while he treaded behind her. “Cause, I got Rocca’s. You know that place next to Jiffy's Dry Cleaner a few blocks south? Well, they give the biggest portions. So I say you come inside, share this and we catch up.” 

She swung open her door and tossed her briefcase inside. Turning to look up at him expectantly hopeful while grabbing the plate. 

“I should shower -”

“Nonsense. You can do that after we eat. Not like ya smell. Now come on. I wanna hear all about London. What did the famous Agent Pike solve this time?” Clearly, she wasn’t taking no for an answer as she waltzed inside, leaving the door wide open. 

Marcus scrubbed at his jaw, stalling where the carpet met wood. His stomach was in knots, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t like, I masturbated to you, was written on his forehead in black sharpie. She was no mind reader. Taking a deep breath and shoving his ridiculous feeling down, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. 

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll make your plate. Do you want anything to drink? Water? Wine? Tea?” 

“I can -” he started, but she shook her finger and pointed towards the table shoved against the wall. “Water. Thanks.” 

While she dished out the pasta, placing a breadstick on the corner of each plate, Marcus told her about the one art museum he squeezed in and a few restaurants. Sharing what he could about the case between slurps of noodles. Finding himself relaxing more and more as the night went on. 

That was until she undid the cuffs along with another button on her satin lilac blouse. His tongue darted out to lick his lips at the newly skin. Wondering, if she undid one more, what would be revealed? Intricate lace, perhaps? Or maybe something more practical, plain black cotton? 

What was wrong with him? Marcus shook his head and forced his eyes up to meet her piercing gaze – just like when he imagined her mouth enveloping his cock. 

Stop sicko.

He shifted to her hands. So many dreams of watching them work to bind him to his bed. The pretty pink shade replaced by rich emerald in his time away. 

Quit it. 

With nowhere else to go, he looked at his own hands, a tight grip on his fork. The same grip he used to fuck himself senseless while thinking of —

When her fork clinked against her plate, his eyes shot to her. He shifted nervously in his seat at her careful movements, her eyes never leaving his as she dabbed the napkin at the side of her mouth, bunching it in her fist as her elbows came to rest on the smooth surface. 

“Marcus,” he gulped at her tone. “Is something wrong?” 

“No, not at all,” he shook his head then stuffed a bite into his mouth. 

Her head tilted, examining him. She looked at him like he was translucent, and his effort to come up with a convincing excuse on the fly failed. What was he supposed to say though? Definitely not the truth. While he was used to being upfront, this was different. He couldn’t just ask her to do it, to show him how it’s meant to feel. It’d be completely inappropriate, right?

“Are you sure?” She asked. 

“Mh-mmm,” he said while chewing on his food – the sound of it was like a marching band in a library. 

Her mouth quirked to the side. “Well, it seems like there is. And I think I know why.” Marcus swallowed, panic filled eyes meeting hers – faint with worry. “Look, if this has anything to do with the conversation we had last time, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable-” 

“No!” The word was punched from his gut by the hint of distress in her tone. He shook his head, tone softer. “No, it’s not. It’s not that.” 

“What is it then? You can tell me.” She leaned in closer; the chandelier gleaming down on her, making her look so soft and warm and sincere. But she had no idea the truth. Marcus didn’t want to ruin everything, but there wasn’t much of a choice without leaving her to think she did something wrong. 

He nervously nodded, his heart kicking up speed. It was embarrassingly obvious that his confidence was a shell of what it once was. What he would do to get it back. 

“Okay, yeah,” he took a deep breath. “You’re right, it is about our conversation but not in a bad way. You see. I - I can’t stop thinking about it - wondering about it.” Her shoulders slumped with a sigh. 

“Oh, well Marcus you know if you have a question, you can always ask.”

“No, it’s - I don’t have a question. I’ve looked it up. I’ve uh been looking it up.” 

“Oh. Ohhh.” There was a lilt of amusement in her voice. “Marcus, I don’t want to assume anything but are you – interested?” 

“Well, um - ya. Yes. But before you say anything I want you to know I think the world of you. That I respect you, so much and I trust you and so I - it’s not like I expect you to agree or think you owe me anything-” 

“Wait. Hold up. Marcus are you, you’re interested in trying with me?” She pointed at her chest. 

When his head tilted with a twitch of a smile, disbelief rounded her eyes. 

“Listen. I get it if you’re not interested. I just, I hope we can still be friends and forget all about this. I don’t wanna lose you and -” 

She called his name once, twice, and on the third time her hand rested on his, promptly shutting him up. She pursed her lips and the moment of silence held him hostage in a cage filled with doubt and dread. 

“Listen. I’ll be honest, you caught me off guard there. I wasn’t expecting that,” she giggled. “But. I’d be lying if I said the idea didn’t intrigue me.” 

He sucked in a breath as her fingertips brushed across his wrist. 

“Really?” He asked on the exhale. 

“Mh-mmm, but. I need you to tell me what you want.” Her words short circuited his brain. Turning it into a buzzing mess as she bit suggestively at her bottom lip and looked him up and down like he was a full course meal, his lips the dessert. 

“Marcus,” the silky sound of his name zapped him back to the present. 

He pulled at his collar with a nervous chuckle. “Sorry. Yeah. Well. I’m not entirely sure how to say this, but I’d like to submit to you? If you’re interested. Of course.” 

“Oooh, I like that. That was good.” His cock jumped, but the small grin on her face fell as her demeanor shifted to a serious tone. “I am interested, but. Marcus your friendship means a lot to me and I don’t. I can’t lose it. So, I wanna make it clear we’d be doing this as just friends. Is that something you can do? And are you comfortable with that?”

“Oh yeah. I can do that,” he eagerly jerked his head. The smidge of disappointment wiped away by anticipation. 

“Hold on, don’t get too excited. We gotta discuss some things first.” 

She went through rules and consent like a Monday morning meeting, a drill that was serious and direct to the point. Requiring at times a verbal yes and some restatements. Once the formalities were aside, it turned personal. Last STD test. A run through of his sexual past to help set the pace. By the end of it, his slacks were sporting a tent. 

She took a sip of water. 

“Okay, I think that’s it. Now, what I want you to do is go home and take that shower you really wanted. While you do that, think this over. I want you to process it and be sure it’s what you want. There’s no pressure from me, so if you decide you don’t want to, or you’re not ready yet, that’s okay. Alright? Just send me a text if you aren’t.”

---

Marcus hurtled into his house, ripping off his clothes on his way to the shower. 

Forgoing his hair, he scrubbed and deep cleaned every crevice of his body. Spending a few minutes debating on whether or not to shave his pubic hair – going with the in between of trimming it. 

“Wish me luck,” he said to Vincent while dropping a pebble in the tank before heading out. 

Marcus approached the final boss – her door. He raked his fingers through his hair and smoothed out his sweatpants and plain white tee before knocking. The thrash of his knuckles against the door echoed with the beat of his heart. A muffled, come in, came from inside and his stomach swooshed with first time jitters. 

With a deep breath, he turned the gold knob. 

The place looked exactly the same, almost frozen in time. Her fallen over briefcase left in the entryway, his picked at plate and her clean one still on the table, leftovers on the counter; the only thing missing was her. 

He called out her name. 

“Well, that was fast,” she said, and he turned towards the sound. His jaw hit the ground like a gawking cartoon character when she appeared in the door at the end of the hall. 

She was adorned in midnight black – a sheer overlay lingerie set and a garter skirt with a glossy finish that mimicked leather, topped off by sheer thigh highs hoisted up by silver clasps. There was a pop of color on her lips, a glossy raspberry stain that made her smile shine. 

Her shiny pumps clicked against the wood, and he almost pinched himself to see if this was a dream. Nobody had ever dressed up for him. The closest was the moo-moo Angela wore on their honeymoon.

His gaze devoured her as her heels went quiet, stopping inches from him. He thickly swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “You look…Amazing.” She bit at her bottom lip to contain her smile. 

“So do you,” She said with honesty and he chuckled at his underdressed state.  “Are you ready?” She asked as she held out her hand. 

“Yeah,” his head bobbed as he wiped the dampness from his hand before taking hers. She gave it a reassuring squeeze then twirled on her heels. His eyes merely popped out of his sockets when he saw her ass, framed by the garter skirt and bare aside from a flimsy string between her cheeks. It jiggled with each step, hypnotizing him to follow her blindly to the bedroom. 

It was the only room in her apartment that he never stepped foot in, until now. 

A soft mood light was casted by the dual lamps on the nightstands framing the gold metal headboard. A candle burned with notes of vanilla – a scent meant to soothe. Looking around at the small knick knacks and the raggedy stuffed lamb in the chair in the corner, a feeling of intimacy surged through him – proof of this new threshold. He may’ve been out of his skin nervous, but there was something cozy about the decor, all warm tones which captured her personality perfectly. Giving him a strange sense of comfort much like her presence did. 

Jerked from his scanning, she directed him to sit on the edge of the bed to which he immediately complied. His head snapping up to where she stood just out of reach. 

“You remember everything we talked about? Stop light? All that?” She asked with an air of control that rendered him speechless. So cool, calm and collected. So when his response came as an all too eager nod, she tsked. “Remember: use your words.” 

His tongue darted out to lick his already drying lips. 

“Yes, I remember.” She grinned, all lips and no teeth while taking a step closer. His hips wiggled in place at the whiff of her lavender lotion. 

“That’s it, very good baby.” She cooed in a sultrier tone and the praise along with her calling him baby made a warmth blossom in his belly and his dangerously hard cock twitch against his briefs. A premature whimper bubbled in his throat and on instinct he bit down on his lip to trap the embarrassing noise. 

“Uh-uh,” her grin morphed into a stern expression as she shook her head. Crowding the space between his thighs, somewhere along the way gripping at his chin to anchor his eyes to hers. “No. No. I won’t have any of that. I wanna hear every sound - every little noise you make for me. Got it?” 

A whimpered yes broke from his lips as her thumb swiped over the petal-pink plushness. 

“That’s more like it.” She flashed him a menacing smile that matched the drag of her thumb along the tender flesh of his lips, back and forth until it tingled like an intimate kiss. “So, you couldn’t stop thinking about this, huh?” Her fingers rested under his chin and the heat of her touch, the look in her eyes burned straight through him to turn the edges of his brain to liquid. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Then tell me.” She said with an air of smugness. “What did you fantasize about when you fucked yourself?” 

His heart pounded as she leaned in. The view was better than any painting or sculpture he’d ever seen. The tops of her breasts were spilling from the cups of her bra, tempting him like a juicy apple in the garden of Eden – mere inches from his lips. With a crane of his neck, he could devour the tender flesh with kisses and taste the sweetness of her skin. 

He groaned, fighting every impulse inside of him. Curling his lips as he reminded himself of her rule: no touching without permission. 

“I asked you a question.” Her breath tickled his ear. His shiver turned into a gasp when her hands landed on his knees. Her thumbs pressing into the covered flesh like she was hitting a button to make him go. 

“You. Fuck. It was always you.” His hips grounded into the mattress, cock leaking as her touch roamed to mid-thigh. Her nails skimmed the thick fabric of his sweats, and the dulled sensation drove him insane with need. “Touching me, kissing me - oh - thought of you sitting on my face, fuck, want you to ride my face. Wanna taste you, please - fuck. Please let me just taste you.”

She pulled back to look into his innocent eyes. 

“You’re just so sweet, aren’t you?” Whether or not she required an answer, he gave one in a whimper.  “So sweet and so good. And usually since you asked so nicely, I’d give it to you and trust me. With those lips I’d keep you here all night. But tonight you can’t touch my pussy. Not with your hands or your tongue or your cock.” 

That made him whimper for a completely different reason. Marcus thrived on making his partners feel good; a real giver in the bedroom who was always willing to go overtime if needed. It’d be the first time he didn’t get at least a chance. 

She kissed away the worry between his brows, before falling to the bridge of his nose. 

“Because tonight you don’t have to do a thing, baby.” Her lips were a breath away, hand at the crease of his thigh. The temptation to pull her in for a kiss burned in his chest. Her test of his patience had his knuckles turning white, the satiny mauve comforter spilling between the dips of his fingers. “Because tonight - is all about you.” When her lips barely brushed his, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Got it?” 

“Oooooh. Yes. Fuck I want whatever you want. Please just. Kiss me.”

She finally rewarded him by pressing her lips to his and Marcus sunk into the feeling of her soft kiss. She moved slowly, sensually molding her lips to his. He moaned as her tongue flicked at the seam of his mouth, it fell open and she took the opportunity to glide her tongue along his. Expertly exploring his mouth, leaving nothing untouched. 

When she flicked at the sensitive tip of his tongue, his mind went blank and before he could stop it, or even register it, his hands grabbed at her hips to bring her in closer. 

She pulled from his grasp and he chased the kiss. His lips hung in the air, eyes fluttering open then widening at the realization of his mistake; disappointment burning his cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t -” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” she soothed away his distress. “You remember you can’t touch without my permission?” He gave her a dejected nod. She cupped his cheek and he immediately nuzzled into the warmth of her palm. “You still want this, right?” 

“Of course, please. I’ll be good, I promise.” The rising panic was squashed by the softness in her eyes. 

“Baby - no, I’m sorry. You have been. You’ve been doing so good. So good for me. I just know the first time is always the hardest and I just wanted to make sure. That’s all.” Marcus relaxed at her words and the soothing circle of her thumb on his cheek. 

“Still, rules are rules and if you can’t control yourself. Then. Well, I’ll have no choice but to tie you up.” She said with a cheeky wink. His hips involuntarily bucked with a low and much too deep of a groan to be misconstrued as anything but pure desire. 

“Oh, have you been keeping something from me? Hmm? Did you fantasize about me tying you up? Having my way with you?” 

Her sinful tone combined with his fantasy come to life pulled at his cock and his body curled inward. 

“Fuckkkk. Yes. Yes, thought about it all the time.” 

“I wanna take care of you Marcus,” She said while brushing the sweaty tufts of his hair back. His heart twisted at the small act and her sweet words, how special she made him feel. “But I need you to tell me what you want or else I won’t know.” 

“Shit, I want you to tie me up. Please - I want it - want you to have your way with me.” His body melted against her embrace as she praised him in whispers for only him to hear in between kisses that grew sloppier and more desperate than the last. Fisting the hem of his shirt, she pulled it off then stepped back to gaze at his chest, down to his stomach. 

A twinge of self-consciousness pricked at his mind like a thorn to tender skin. Staining the haze of arousal in dollops of red that made him painfully aware of his age and physique. Was she used to young twenty-somethings with billboard bodies? Cause that clearly wasn’t him. The signs of age creased his eyes. His metabolism wasn’t the same as it was years ago. Gone were the days of eating whatever and not gaining a pound. There was no six pack, a tiny belly hid the muscles of his abdomen. 

When Marcus timidly looked up at her, there were no signs of disappointment. She seemed mesmerized, eyes dark with desire as her fingertips delicately traced the expanse of his chest, the tut of his collarbone. 

“You’re so handsome.” The compliment burned where she touched. “So beautiful.” He groaned, rolling his head back as she grazed along the length of his neck. “I gotta get everything ready, so while I do, I want you to strip and then lay back. Make yourself comfortable.” She pulled him by the back of his neck, roughly kissing him and leaving him desperate for more as she left him to head to the dresser. 

Catching his breath, a deep need built inside him. Once she turned around, Marcus shoved off his sweats and sticky briefs. But it was too hasty and the waistband caught on his swollen head, knocking the wind out of him. At the sharp inhale, she looked back to check on him, which he waved off with an awkward grin. He took his pants off, much more carefully and chucked them to the side. 

Marcus propped himself against the pillows, trying out a few poses before ultimately landing on his hands at his side. Wanting to last longer than a pump, his eyes closed and thoughts drifted to Gladys and train documentaries once more. Sadly, it wasn’t enough time as her rummaging stopped, the bottom drawer shut. A nervous smile snapping on his face when she turned around. 

The restraints slapped against her side as she blinked back. 

“Shit,” she gasped at his cock, a fresh bead gleaming at the tip. It strained under her attention as she slowly headed towards him, dropping one restraint at his feet. The material grazing the sole; a soft sinful red with a velcro cuff at one end and a belted clasp at the other. 

“Your cock is beautiful. So thick and perfect. Has anyone ever told you that?” She took a moment to look him in the eyes before turning to attach the restraint to the bedpost. 

“No,” he replied shyly. The bedpost squeaked and with a slight shift it fastened in place. 

“Shame,” she picked up the cuff, “See this? It will latch like this around your wrist. Let me know if it’s too tight. Color?” 

“Green,” he said while holding out his wrist. She let out a breathy giggle, the familiar sound made his body relax as she latched him in. The cuff was a bit heavier than expected, adding a firm pressure to his wrist without pinching or digging into his skin. It was silly but he felt a little disappointed that it wouldn’t even leave a tiny mark. 

“Pull a little, now how’s that feel? Not too tight?” She asked on her way to the other side and the bedpost rattled from his tug. 

“Good.”

She repeated on the other side. When he tugged again, the force of being pulled back ignited every nerve in his body. 

She admired her work, sauntering around the bed while teasing him with barely there touches to his forearms, ribcage and outer thighs. With each tick-tock of the bedside clock, desperation swelled in his chest. Beads of sweat dripped down his back as she cooed, compliment after compliment as he laid there completely exposed and waiting for her with legs spread and arms pulled wide. 

When her fingertips grazed his ankle, his body jolted with a growl as the bedposts vibrated. 

“Please,” he whined as pearly beads dribbled into a mess on his belly. The heaviness of his cock too much. “Please, touch me.” 

She crawled between his thighs. “You’ve been so patient. Doing so good for me.” She stopped, propping herself on her knees. Her hands landed on his lower thighs and his hips bucked, eyes squeezing shut. “Stay still and keep your eyes on me,” she said like it was so simple. Like she hadn’t turned every inch of his skin into an exposed bundle of nerves that left him keening at the lightest touch. 

He still obeyed, locking his hips down as she explored his body with nectar-sweet praises that dripped from her lips with dew-like ease. He babbled incoherently as she mapped out the muscles in his calves, scratched and massaged the meat of his inner thighs until his legs trembled. It was tender and tantalizing and frustrating and absolute bliss. His breath caught as her thumbs dragged along the coarse hair, up the crease of his thighs. 

“Look at you,” she cooed as he hissed through his teeth as her nails grazed his belly. It was so close to where he needed her most and molten heat filled his chest as she pressed into the bones of his hip. “You look so pretty like this, and all for me.” Her tongue peaked out as his furious cock leaked into a puddle. 

“Fuck, ple - please. God, I need it. I can’t, please touch me.” Desperation clung to his words and any other time he would’ve been embarrassed but he could barely think, let alone feel any shame. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

“Oh, fuck!” His eyes rolled back as she ghosted his cock from base to tip. Her other hand coming to rest on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles as she kept him open for her. 

“Does that feel good?” She asked while circling the head of his cock. 

“Feels so good, need more. Please more.” She hummed approvingly and positioned her mouth only inches above the weeping tip of his cock to blow on it, the cool air stinging in the most exquisite way. Her cheeks hollowed and he watched unblinking as a string of spit dropped from her puckered lips to connect them to his cock. As the spit slid down the pulsing, thick vein his body thrashed, the feeling of being held back, restrained only sharpened his arousal. 

“Oh, you like that? So dirty.” 

He chanted for more and more until she finally wrapped her fingers around his cock. A growl from deep in his chest clawed its way out as she stroked him with a lax grip and a deliciously slow pace. While it wasn’t enough to cum, it satiated his carnal lust. 

“So messy. I bet it feels so good. Doesn’t it? Come on, baby tell me.” She circled his dripping slit, gathering his cum to aid in the slide. 

“Yes, yes. It feels so good. Shit it feels good, it’s never felt like this, never felt so good, ooooh.” 

When she rubbed her thighs together a single thought sliced through the mush that used to be his brain. Was she turned on by him? Fuck, could he make her feel like this? 

“Hmmm. What’s on your mind?” She asked, and he had no clue how she did that. “Tell me.” 

“Are you, oh, do you feel good?”  

Her hand slowed to an almost halt but kept moving. 

“That’s what’s worrying you?” He nodded and she sighed. “Well we can’t have that now. Hmm. You know, I could tell you how wet I am, how good you’ve been and how turned on it’s made me, but I have a better idea. I know I said you can’t touch my pussy, but I never said you couldn’t see it. So, if you ask real nice, I’ll show you exactly what you do to me. How’s that sound?” 

His cock pulsed in her palm at the idea that the sexiest (and Marcus rarely used that word) woman he’d ever met was not only willing to show him her pussy but was turned on by him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he thanked whatever was above. 

“Oh, yes. Please - please. God, please show me your pussy. I gotta see your pussy, gotta see how wet it is. Oh I just wanna make you feel good.” 

She released his cock, softly cooing to help coax him through the sting of losing her touch. Even if his cock didn’t think so, he knew it’d be worth it as she leaned back and planted her feet on the outside of his thighs. 

“You wanna see? Hmm,” She teased, sending him into a babbling frenzy as she toyed with the seam of her thong. “Marcus, you don’t even know how good you’ve made me feel,” she bit her lip and moaned as she slowly pulled the material to the side to reveal herself. 

Marcus trembled at the sight of her soaked pussy, her folds glistening under the soft light of the room. He took a deep breath in, a desperate attempt to smell her arousal. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he said. 

Her warm smile fell into an O as she played with her folds, up to circle her clit. The breathy moans escaping from her smeared and parted lips shot straight to his cock. It was like his own personal porno and he uselessly fought the restraints to be the guest star, to sink his fingers into her warm cunt and feel her walls tighten around them. 

He held his breath as her finger trailed down to tease her pussy, slowly inching inside with a wet squelch. “Marcus, feels good.” The higher pitch in her voice broke him. 

“Please, please just let me touch you. Wanna make you cum.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pushed a second finger inside with a feral moan that thrummed throughout his body. “Fuck, please. I need it. Please, just let me taste you.” 

She rolled her hips a few times just to hear him whine. When pulling out she marveled at the slick around her fingers; it sparkled like rock candy and his mouth watered. “You want a taste?” He nodded dumbly and opened his mouth. Her thong snapped back in place, and she moved towards him. “Suck,” she pressed her fingers to his tongue. 

It was filthy and depraved and he loved every moment of it. His head bobbed, sucking and licking her fingers clean, moaning at the addicting tanginess of her. But it didn’t quench his thirst, only growing more desperate to taste it from the source. 

“Fuck,” she said in a husky voice as her wet fingers popped from his mouth. “That was hot.” Once her eyes flickered to his lips, she couldn’t help but crash against them. Winding her fingers in his sweat soaked hair, tugging so his mouth fell open. She licked inside of his mouth like she was desperate to taste herself on his tongue. 

There was no denying her arousal when she broke away, it pooled in her eyes and made her chest heave. She glanced down at his cock with a determined and hungry gaze then gripped around the base as her other hand started to fondle his tip, lathering her fingers in his cum. 

If anyone asked Marcus his birthday, hell even his middle name he couldn’t tell them. Everything was forgotten as her slicked up hand stroked his cock. 

“So pretty. So fucking pretty and doing so well. Oh you look so good like this, Marcus.” Her wrist twisted with every long stroke, and even though it was a handjob it beat every other of his sexual encounters. “Baby. Come on tell me how it feels.” 

“It feels - it feels. Oh God! Heaven.” It was the only word that came to his mind. Heaven. An indescribable feeling. One never felt before and something he wasn’t sure he could ever live without. He was absolutely weightless, floating on a cloud of immense pleasure. 

“Yeah? You gonna come?” 

He’d been dangling on the edge for so long that he didn’t realize how much his grip was slipping. But he didn’t want it to be over, not yet. Honestly not ever. He didn’t want to come down from this, just wanted to stay here under her eager touch and undivided attention. 

“I - I,” he wanted to tell her, beg her for just a little longer but the words wouldn’t come out. Tears pricked at his eyes from the overwhelming need to cum. 

The slick skin slapped together as she moved faster and faster. Her hand releasing from his base to fondle his balls and the sound he let out could only be described as a wail. 

“Come on, baby. I want you to cum for me. Wanna see how pretty you look when you cum. Come on, Marcus. Baby, cum for me.”

He cried out her name as his vision went white. Tears streaked his cheeks from the overwhelming and all-consuming pleasure that surged through every neuron in his body. It felt like hours, his release splashing his belly and chest before finally he came down. 

“-Even prettier than I imagined. So good, baby. So good Marcus.” She tugged at his cock until he whined from oversensitivity. At the sound of sucking, his eyes fluttered open. She popped her fingers from her mouth, dipping into the mess on his belly before stuffing her mouth full again. It was the filthiest, most erotic sight, she batted her lashes, moaning around her fingers. 

She leaned down and he whimpered as she licked a broad stripe through the mess. “Taste so fucking good,” she smiled against his tummy. The slick slide of her tongue ignited his body in goosebumps as she lapped at his tacky skin until it was clean. 

She kissed up from his belly to his neck, kissing away the streaks of the few tears before giving him a lazy, but heated kiss. 

“You were amazing,” she cooed while undoing his restraints, kissing each wrist before his arm dropped to his side. 

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab-” She lifted from the bed. 

“Wait,” he grabbed onto her wrist. “Don’t leave. Please, just stay for a minute.” 

“Okay,” She smiled and crawled back into bed. His arms wrapped around her waist, her fingers combed through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. He burrowed his face in her chest, lips languidly trailing the sticky skin as he inhaled the scent of her. 

His hand roamed to her belly, suddenly remembering she hadn’t orgasmed.

“Do you want me to?” His droopy eyes peered up. 

She shook her head and nuzzled in closer. 

“No, I want the first time I cum to be right here.” His stomach swooped as she tapped on his lips. 

“Does that mean, you’d want to do this again?” He tried not to look too eager. 

“Well, that depends. Do you?” She smiled, knowingly while brushing a tuft of hair from his face. 

“I mean, yeah. Of course, that was incredible.” She giggled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He cradled back into her embrace with a wide smile. 

“Oh, Marcus. You haven't seen nothing yet.”

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[forasecondtherewedwon]

Fic-Writer Interview

Not tagged but picked up from @mercurygray :)

How many works do you have on AO3?

261!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,762,015!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Affinity War (3182)

3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian (2688)

The Great Madripoorian Snake Off (2245)

"Stare Enough" (1843)

Alright on Paper (1463)

Picture a t-shirt bearing the exhausted Ben Affleck smoking meme and the words, "I survived the MCU and so can you!" (My top 5 were written for Spider-Man and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.)

Do you respond to comments?

Respond and proceed to treasure forever.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

After poking around in my catalogue of fics, it's either one I wrote for Bodyguard, "Don't Ever Let Me Start," or "The Pretty Ones (Who Try to Kill You)" for The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most of what I write does have a happy ending. Hmm... Love Me Like You Drew (for Nancy Drew) and "Same Day, Different Jumpsuit" (the one and only Natasha/Mobius fic on AO3) are both near and dear to my heart.

Do you write crossovers?

Nope! I'm a real compartmentalizer.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes! So fun! It typically boils down to "I don't like the ship(s) and/or character(s) in this fic and am here to complain even though you tagged everything properly and I could have just scrolled past!" Fic hate is silly. I chuckle all the way to the "delete" button.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*shakes smut variety pack* What kind ya lookin' for?

Click here for my E-rated fics on AO3.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, I've had people post my fics on other platforms without my permission, thinking that as long as they added my username for "credit," it was all good 🙄

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, by choice.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I'm an editor and an only child, so.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I've written for so many pairings (and a few trios), but Midge/Lenny from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel has an evergreen ability to set my heart aflutter.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Rude. Probably my Scream AU of Nancy Drew. I would love to write it, but I can't currently see going back and reacquainting myself with all the characters I'd planned to include.

What are your writing strengths?

I love writing humour, in dialogue or otherwise. Also descriptions packed with metaphor.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I. Hate. Plot. I'm here—on this planet, on the internet—to create atmosphere, not complex storylines.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Love it! Like @mercurygray, I speak some French and Italian, so those are the ones I tend to add if I'm going beyond English.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gilmore Girls (specifically A Year in the Life), and I am ready to return to it TOMORROW if Amy Sherman-Palladino provokes me with more bad characterization.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Nothing comes to mind! With both ships and fandoms, I pretty much jump when I wanna jump. I'm also always open to hearing requests.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh! Oh! What a question! It's my baby, my Pride and Prejudice AU, For Now, We May Remain Silent. I wrote it with my copy of Austen open on my desk next to my laptop, going line by line. I worked on it while coping with the final illness and death of someone I loved very much, so a lot of love went into it, and I'm glad I have the fic as a reminder of that time.

From "Studio Tour," still my favourite chapter:

Here are her paintbrushes, disorganized and held in the loose grip of big, old coffee cans. The brushes rattle when Peter runs his finger over their handles, the faded red bristles spinning. A thick, flat brush with discoloured yellow bristles might be his favourite. Glancing over his shoulder, he furtively strokes the uneven hairs with his thumb. They all have this well-used quality that makes his chest clench confusingly. Michelle’s been living a whole life with these in her hand, he thinks, and I don’t know anything about it.

Tagging: Any and all fic-writers following me! Say I tagged ya!

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[twopoppies]

gina hiii, have you read any fics that you’ve liked recently?! sorry if you’ve answered this before but i can’t seem to find any new ones!!!!

Hi sweetheart. I haven't read much because I'm (somewhat unsuccessfully) trying to write. But these are the last few I read and really liked

Secrets, Santa?  By @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 19K) disaster gay Harry in all his bumbling, endearing glory still manages to make his incredibly hot boss (Louis) fall for him. This one has snappy dialogue, great internal monologue, and scorching smut. I’d expect nothing less from this author.

yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter most) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 40K) I really enjoy fics where we get to peek in on Harry and Louis' relationship from an outsider's POV. And who would be closer to them than Louis' PA, Oli? I thought the writing in this one was delicate and emotional – the idea of reading about the pain of someone being kept from the person they love through the eyes of someone losing a different sort of love was really masterfully done.

no one's gonna know by jishler / @snowjosh (E, 9K) This author always does such a wonderful job of writing an established relationship fic where there’s so much warmth and expression between the characters, while also showing how much lust and passion there is. This is chock full of edging, exhibitionism, and dom/sub dynamics and it’s such a good read.

Golden by Shaylea (E, 128K) I loved this author‘s last fic, and somehow, they managed to write another captivating story that’s so immersed in the country it takes place in. I was sucked in right from the start and really like how they write complex, flawed characters that you still root and cheer for. It’s a bit neat in its conclusion, but I think it’s very much worth a read.

makes me wanna try her on by mercutionotromeo / @hazlouquitefinished (E, 2K) So simple, but so damn sexy. Please read this author's works... they're all among my favorites.

gold-skinned, eager baby by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower (E, 17K) This was soft and tender and sexy and beautifully done. There were wonderful moments of gentleness and vulnerability as Harry awkwardly expresses his thoughts about his gender and his feelings for Louis, and as Louis reasons and holds space for who Harry is. I really just loved this one. And I cried. So that’s a bonus. 😆

distractions by fondleeds (NR, 4K) one of my favorite authors. The writing just feels effortless. This one is super short but sexy, tender, and sweet.

And these are two WIPs I'm waiting on to be finished, but the premise of each sounds up my alley!

Light It Up (On The Run) by theboyfriendstagram (E, 10/12, 51K so far)

“You’re quite relaxed for someone who has a gun pointed at them.”

“You won’t shoot me.” Harry dares, hoping Hydrogen (or whatever his name is) can’t tell he’s shitting himself right now.

“Wanna bet?” the guy dares, a smirk spreading over his lips.

Okay, why did Harry think that talking back to a guy with tattoos all over his body and a gun in his hand would be a good idea?

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‘Money Heist’/'La casa de papel' inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is one of the most wanted criminals in the UK and Harry Styles is a law student who always did what his father told him to do, which includes interviewing for a job at the Bank of England. What Harry doesn’t know, is that his fear of standing up to his father will make him a hostage during the most notorious ten-day money heist in the history of the United Kingdom.

or

A heist!AU where Harry just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time because seven people are trying to pull off the biggest heist ever seen by mankind.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic (E, 22/?, 149K sp far)

When Harry Styles got accepted into a post-grad degree, he could no longer afford his flat, so he had three options to choose from:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there was one that Louis Tomlinson couldn't stand, it was pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. He was proper chuffed to move back in with his best friends and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite being opposite in almost every way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that shouldn't be kept secret.

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[beelzmunchkin]

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[magicalmysteries777]

The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 3.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 3 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 1627

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter Three - A simple proposition.

March 21st, 1986.

Lilith snuck back into the house at seven o’clock. She hadn’t meant to stay out all night but tiredness had overwhelmed her during her star gazing and she fell asleep on the picnic table, under the stars. Lilith, expectedly, slept like crap. She was even more disorientated than normal when she woke and it took her a while to figure out just where she was.

She closed the window gently behind her and tiptoed over to the bathroom, turning on the shower and jumping inside. The hot water hitting her skin caused Lilith to gain a second wind of energy leaving her feeling somewhat prepared for the day ahead. Lilith finished up in the shower and shut herself back inside her room to begin getting ready for work. 

She dried and styled her hair, fixed it in place with hairspray, applied her eyeliner and her lipstick, and put on her uniform. The uniform that Keith had provided her with was a tad too plain for Lilith's taste so she'd taken it upon herself to make a few alterations to hers made up mostly of pins and patches of her favorite bands, along with an assortment of chains. 

A few moments later Lilith heard Steve honking outside and made her way toward the car. 

“Good morning you beautiful sons of bitches, how are we today?” she asked the two of them. 

“Good, good,” Steve began. “Anyway, I was just asking Robin for a little advice and could do with an extra opinion. I’ve got that date with Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she’s going out of state for college. Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don’t know. Does that make sense to you?” he rambled before glancing at Robin, who seemed to be concentrating more on doing her makeup in the mirror than anything Steve was saying. “Robin, are you even listening?”

“Uh, yeah,” she said, applying her mascara.

“What did I just say?” Steve asked with an air of annoyance.

“Something about sex with Linda,” Robin replied. Lilith couldn’t help but let out a stifled chuckle. 

“No, I’m talking about Heidi!” Steve corrected her, banging his fist on the steering wheel. 

“Cut me some slack. Please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity, it is seven in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse!” Robin snapped, rubbing her face.

“You’re worried about a pep rally? You expect us to believe that?” Lilith asked with one eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah? So?” Robin quickly defended herself.

“We all know what this is about. Not buying that. This is about Vickie.” Steve declared.

“Absolutely not,” Robin said unconvincingly, trying to avoid Steve and Lilith’s gaze.

“It is. You know what else?” Steve told them.

“I don’t care-”

“You’ve got to stop acting like you’re someone else when you’re around her.” Steve finished.

“You’ve just got to be yourself,” Lilith added.

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realize that?” Robin asked.

“Maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that?” Lilith aired.

“I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business.” Steve declared.

“It’s not the same thing, okay? You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego’s a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl and bam, I’m a town pariah.” Robin blurted.

Steve turned to Robin, chuckling. “I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don’t know that though, do we?” Robin replied. 

“She returned Fast Times paused at fifty-three minutes, five seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at fifty-three minutes, five seconds?” He asked, pausing for a moment to allow Robin to answer. She didn’t. “People who like boobies, Robin!” 

“Ew, gross! Don’t say boobies” she said rolling her eyes.

“Boobies!” Steve repeated. “Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. Lil likes boobies. You like boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely. It’s boobies”

Robin shook her head in defeat as Steve pulled into the car park. “I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” she asked, before grabbing her trumpet from the back seat and heading towards the gym.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at work and opened up the doors. After plenty of coffee, the two of them were in peak performance. Steve was relentlessly hitting on any of the female customers while Lilith sorted through the returns pile.

“Boom. Another date!” Steve stated, holding out his outstretched fist for Lilith to bump.

“Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington strikes again!” Lilith mocked. 

“You’re just bitter because you’re a bitch” Steve told her with a sarcastic smile.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” she teased. “What movie do you wanna watch?”

They were an hour into The Breakfast Club when the phone rang. Steve reluctantly answered the call after losing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Famly Video Store. This is Steve, how can I help?” he asked, pausing for a moment to listen to the voice on the other end. “Lil, it’s for you..” he handed the phone to Lilith.

“This is Lilith,” she told the mystery caller, as much niceness in her tone as she could muster.

“Lilith! It’s Dustin,” the voice on the phone told her.

“Why are you calling me at work, you shrimp? What’s wrong?” Lilith asked, annoyed.

“I need a favour” Dustin coaxed.

“Go on…”

“It’s our Dungeons & Dragons game tonight. Lucas can’t make it because of his stupid championship game and well… we need a sub. I’m desperate, Lil. I’ll do your dishes for a week if you fill in. Please?” he proposed.

“A week?” Lilith asked.

“Fine. Two?” he bargained.

“When and where?” Lilith asked.

“Thank you! Thank you! Five o’clock. Hellfire Room. School basement. Don’t be late, whatever you do. Look, I’ve got to go. You’re a legend. Bye!” he shouted before hanging up. Lilith placed the phone on the receiver and got back to work.

She spent an hour unloading the delivery followed by another two hours restocking and rotating the candy on the display and refilling the topping tubs and kernel bins. Whilst she was doing that, Steve was rewinding and restocking all the movies that had been returned throughout the day, cleaning down the counters and sweeping the falls. At three o’clock Keith walked through the door to take over and the two of them clocked out.

“Any plans for tonight then?” Steve asked, carefully watching the roads for oncoming traffic as he took the next turn.

“Dustin needs me to sub for his D&D game tonight, Lucas is busy with the game. You?” she asked.

“I’m off to the game then meeting up with Robin later, feel free to hang with us later if you’re not busy,” he told her. “Be careful tonight, Lilith, okay?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more serious now.

“Be careful?” she asked, perplexed, “Steve… it’s a game of Dungeons & Dragons, what do you think is going to happen?” she laughed.

“Just… be careful. Look, I’ve gotta go. I have to do some errands for Mom before I go pick up my date. I’ll see you later.” He told her with a wave.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll see you later,” Lilith said, closing the door behind her.

Confused, Lilith made her way up to her room and flopped onto the bed to rest her eyes, all the tiredness from her horrid night's sleep catching up with her all at once. She fell asleep almost instantly.

“Lilith… I’m coming… I’m coming for you… For you all…”

-

Lilith's eyes opened wide, frantically. She looked around the room and took a couple of deep breaths; everything looked normal. She pinched herself - it hurt. She was awake. 

She quickly washed her face, reapplied her eyeliner, and styled her hair. She grabbed the first items of clothing she could find and put them on. Black baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt. She grabbed her sneakers and put them on, tying her laces into double knots. She grabbed her character information folder from the bottom of her suitcase in a hurry and dashed to the front door.

She skated faster than she’d ever skated before. Lilith checked her watch. It was five past five; she was late. She flung open the double doors and made her way into Hawkins High for the first time. The walls and floors were both covered in white tiles but there were so many posters and banners up you couldn’t see much bare space anywhere. Rows of lockers lined either side of the walls. Lilith looked around for an entrance to the basement but couldn't find anything. After a few more minutes, Lilith turned a corner and found a staircase leading downstairs. 

After another five minutes of aimless wandering, Lilith found herself outside of the door which belonged to the Hellfire Club, according to the poster on the window. She knocked five times, paused, and knocked two more times before pushing the door open.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, you’ve got Dustin and his shitty directions to thank for that one,” she chuckled.

“It’s about time! Sit down, Eddie’s been going frantic.” Dustin cried, pointing to the empty seat at the end of the table.

Lilith sat down and placed her character information sheet on the table before her before looking up. She instantly locked her gaze with a pair of familiar deep brown eyes. It was him again. He tapped his rings on the table, impatiently. 

“Lilith Henderson,” she told him, extending her outstretched hand across the table.

“Eddie. Eddie Munson” he replied, shaking her hand firmly.

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[thatbitch2828]

I based this off a prompt I found on pinterest: In a world where you can’t physically hurt your soulmate, you become a serial killer in order to find yours.

A/N: Ok so Ive wanted to get back into writing for a while and decided to just go for it. Im VERY rusty so plz no hate. Love you guys and hope you enjoy the series!

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH SMUT (18+ only please) probably some other stuff I’m forgetting

Chapter 1: the beginning

You always knew someone would try it. You think, “who wouldn’t wanna meet their soulmate?” That being said, it was no excuse for murder. As soon as the chief of police had briefed you on the case, you swore you would find whoever was doing this. So far, no one could find any common thread between the victims. Men and woman alike had been shot, stabbed, poisoned. Found dead in bars, alleyways, restaurants. Luckily, no children had been attacked. Yet. There was no telling what this psycho would do next. Chief reminded you time and time again that it was not officially being treated as a serial homicide case but your gut told you otherwise. This was the work of one person and you knew it.

Even with all the stress at work, you were able to enjoy your personal life, In fact, you had tickets to see a concert tonight with your best friend, Stacy. You were going to see Harry Styles, live! Even at 23, that man gave you the same butterflies he had given you 10 years ago, when you and Stacy were diehard One Direction fans. You were ecstatic when Stacy had surprised you with front row tickets in your hometown of LA. You’d had your outfit planned for weeks: a black short sleeved crop top patterned with silver stars and a silver skirt to match, black vans, flashy silver star drop earrings, and a half up hairstyle to complete the look.

You rushed home to get ready and were glad to find Stacy already finishing up her make up. She looked stunning in a classic little black dress and tall, strappy heels. You internally groaned at the shoes, knowing she would be complaining of foot pain within the hour. You threw on your outfit, meticulously did your hair, and Stacy artfully applied your make up. As soon as she was done, you tossed your wallet, ticket, and pepper spray (safety first!) into your bag and you and Stacy hightailed it to the street outside your apartment complex where your uber was waiting. When you arrived, you were shocked at just how many people were there already, just waiting for the doors to open. When the finally did, you and Stacy were quickly caught in the tide of people, being shoved towards the entrance. You somehow made it to your spots unscathed, right next to the catwalk where you knew Harry Styles himself would be in a few short minutes. The lights came down and you felt your dreams come true.

You were having the time of your life! Singing, or rather screaming every word to Canyon Moon, What Makes You Beautiful, Woman, and bawling when he sang Matilda and Little Freak. When the concert was finally over, you were exhausted. You felt completely drained, but at the same time like you could take on the world. Stacy suggested the two of you go to a nearby bar to wind down for the night and you happily agreed.

///

Four shots in and you were tipsy as can be. “So, any new cases at work?” Stacy giggled.

“Nothing too exciting, just a string of murders.” You said, barely keeping your eyes open from both exhaustion and the alcohol.

“ooOoooHhh, that’s exciting!” Stacy slurred, a drunken smile plastered on her face, “who do you think did it?”

“I just got the assignment today, Stace, I have no idea who could have done it.” you groaned.

Stacy gasped, “I know you too well to believe that y/n cmoooooonnnnn, who do you think did it?”

Knowing she wouldn’t drop the issue without an answer, you blurted the first name that came to mind, “Harry Styles, probably”

a beat if silence

Stacy’s jaw dropped, “Seriously?!? Why the hell would Harry Styles kill anyone?”

“Maybe he just wants to find his soulmate,” you retorted, regretting bringing up the case in the first place.

Stacy opened her mouth to argue, but before she could get a word out, a pair of very attractive men appeared next to you. “You ladies look lonely sitting here all by yourselves,” the blonde one said, “care for a bit of company?”

The brunette slid his arm around Stacy’s shoulders and she giggled, looking up at him. You knew the exact doe-eyed gaze she was using, it was the same one she used on every other guy brave enough to approach her. You chuckled and turned to the blonde, shocked to find his hands on either side of the bar behind you, gazing deep into your eyes and, obviously, hoping for some action that night. “Can I help you?” you asked, voice innocent but eyes hungry.

He chuckled, “I think you can. I’m Chase, by the way, and you are?” he asked, leaning in so your faces were mere inches apart.

“y/n,” you said, eyes dropping to his, Chase’s, soft link lips, licking your own subconsciously.

“y/n, I like that.” he growled, licking his lips in return, “I think I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s alright.”

“Hmmm, yeah I don’t mind.” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips meeting yours.

You gasped at the heat from his mouth and he groaned at the sound. Digging your fingers into his hair, you traced your tongue along his lips in a silent plea to be let in. His hands slid to your hips as he opened his mouth, attacking your tongue with his own. Keeping one hand in his hair, you moved his hands to your ass, standing to give him easier access. He pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss. “Do you wanna take this somewhere a bit more private?” You quickly glanced around, looking for Stacy, spotting her pinned against the wall, passionately making out with Chase’s friend, the brunette.

“Yeah” you whispered, looking back to him.

“Don’t worry, your little friend and Bret will come too, we share an apartment just around the corner.” Chase said, settling your worries, “I’ll tell them the plan if you just wanna wait here,” he purred, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. You knew for sure this was gonna be a great night.

Thats the end of chapter one, I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feel free to message me with any feedback, I will gladly accept it :)

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