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polakina · 1 year

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his undoing

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: explicit

outline: you found Steven adorable and attractive, he found you assertive and attractive. The two of you were an unlikely pair about to intertwine.

warnings: dom/sub tones, sub steven (yay), masturbation, edgeplay, flirting, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering, mirror sex, hand jobs

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

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Dusty antiques and floor cleaner perforated your nose as you unlocked the door to step into the museum. Being the first person through the door really made you appreciate the quiet, the complete silence that greeted you as you walked along the tile floor, shoes clacking against the cold, hard surface. It was calming, being alone inside the content confinement of history. There really was no place you’d rather be than here.

Setting up for the day and making sure to do a sweep of the building before opening it to the general public, all you had to do now was wait for your staff to arrive. Donna got on your nerves a lot more than you wanted to admit, her patronising attitude and cruel demeanour wormed its way under your skin like a scarab beetle digging beneath soil. But you had to remain professional for the sake of keeping your title as ‘the boss’.

JB was quite possibly the worst security guard you’d ever hired, but you couldn’t let him go, not when there wasn’t anyone else to take the position if you did. So he stayed, and he watched videos on his phone while absentmindedly ignoring the passing public entering the museum. The place had never been robbed, and no one had ever tried to steal anything. But perhaps that was what JJ needed to finally realise that he needed to take his job seriously. A little fake robbery to boost his security skills.

You’d thought about it half-jokingly, convincing a friend to act sketchy inside the museum and see if JB would notice and escort them out. But you realised that your friend would probably “rob” the whole museum before he even noticed that anything was missing. So it was most likely a better idea to put a pin in that idea. For now.

But then there was Steven. Sweet, quite, adorable Steven. He kept to himself mostly, but he was a major history nerd and the kindest person you’d ever met. Even though he only worked in the gift shop, you’d caught him multiple times with the kids that had come on field trips and wandered off to the gift shops to look at the stuffed toys and pretty pictures. He told them fun facts and gave weirdly adorable descriptions of how people were killed in Ancient Egypt, often using his hands to demonstrate. It amused you, but also warmed your heart to see his interactions, and just witness how lovely he was with everyone, and how genuine. All he wanted to do was talk about the artefacts, all day every day if he could. If there was a position you could give him where he could do that, you would. But there weren’t any open positions as of yet, which you had to sadly remind him of every time he got the courage to inquire to it with you.

But there was something else about him that you liked. You couldn’t quite place your finger on it, but it was there. Of course, you tried not to think too hard on it. Any sort of workplace involvements were strictly prohibited. Besides, you were his boss, you were everybody’s boss. It would be…so inappropriate. Right? Yes. So it was wise to just not think on it at all, pushing it to the very back of your mind.

Eventually all of your staff came in and went about their respectable jobs, Donna of course, micromanaging everyone else when she thought you weren’t there. You’d have to do something about that eventually, but right now you had a giant stack of papers the size of the sarcophaguses in your museum that were waiting for you to flick through and sign. So you made your way over to your office on the first floor to do just that, purposefully walking through the gift shop to get there even though it took you out of your way a little. You ignored the way your heart dropped a little to see Steven nowhere to be seen, but you could hear him shuffling around in the storage room behind the desk. There wasn’t any reason for you to actually seek him out, so you pushed on, forcing yourself to walk to your office.

You felt as though the stack of papers grew with every sheet you cast aside. Were they multiplying? They had to be. There was no way you still had this many to read. You needed a distraction, or some sort of way to procrastinate for a few minutes. Anything.

It was a blessing to you when your office door was knocked on. Four little knocks rumbling through the wooden door. Only one person you knew knocked like that. Quiet and quick, they were. As though the person who knocked almost didn’t want to be called in.

“Come in,” you said, loud enough to be heard through the door. Quiet whispers and feet shuffles were your only response until the door knob twisted, a little rusty at first. You reminded yourself that you needed to oil that door knob before you were trapped inside the office from a faulty door.

Just as you had guessed, Steven popped his head around like a little meerkat sticking its head out of a burrow. “Hello!” He greeted in his consistently sweet voice, accompanied by that adorable smile.

“Steven, hi,” you smiled back, pushing your chair back to stand up. “Everything okay?” You leaned forward as Steven walked over to your desk, halting just on the other side of it with a few files in his hands. He seemed…nervous? It wasn’t often that he wasn’t nervous around you, in all honesty.

“Yes, oh yes, everything is fine,” Steven was quick with his words, with the way he spoke. Everything always felt sort of rushed, as though the words were coming out faster than his brain could register them. It was a little chaotic, but it was Steven’s way and had been since he started years ago. “I just brought up those files you asked me to get from archives. I know you said you wanted them before I left yesterday, but I completely forgot. Sorry about that. I thought I might have been able to catch you earlier this morning, but it’s been a bit hectic with the different school trips and stuff.” Even you sometimes had a hard time keeping up with him, but you always managed to push through it.

“Steven, it’s fine, don’t worry. I forgot too, it’s okay. But you came at the right time, I finally have space on my desk for more files,” you gestured to the little square space of wood that you could see of your once empty desk. It was cute to see Steven’s eyes widen as he finally saw the sheer amount of paper already on your desk.

“Oh, shoot, I didn’t realise you- that you already had work here. I can bring it back later if you want? Or…never, since I really don’t think you want any more work right now. Sorry. I probably should have remembered that you have these papers to sign. I can just-”

You were already laughing before he’d finished his sentence. Not at him, no never at him. Just at how flustered he got, how worried of the size of piles of worksheets and letters and documents filling your office. If you’d organise and collated everything a little neater, you probably wouldn’t have as much to do as you’d think. “Steven, it’s fine, it’s my job to work the documents. Just as it’s your job to be sweet with our customers and be the bright smile they see as they come into the shop. Mine’s just a little more boring. Here, I’ll take the files, they look a little heavy.” You held out your arms for the documents and Steven blinked a few times and it took him a few moments to move towards you and hand you the files.

Your eyes focused on the yellow filed papers, but his focused on you. Your fingertips brushed his as you took the documents from his hands, and you could almost feel the way he recoiled from your touch. You tried not to think about it too much. But he did. His ears went a little red and his lips turned up into the tiniest smile. God, he was acting like a school boy. Even on the way to work, he played the words like a mantra in his head. She’s your boss. She’s your boss. She’s your boss. But it still couldn’t stop him from thinking. Thinking never did any harm, did it?

“Was there anything else? Or is that it?” You asked, eyes looking over his face and taking note of his red-tipped ears, his puppy dog eyes that often captivated you whenever you spoke to him. They were like a trap. A trap that he didn’t realise he was setting, but somehow you were always caught in it.

“No, no that was everything, I-I think,” he rushed out with a quick grin. Steven held his breath as you set the documents down and leaned over the desk once again, placing your hands flat on the surface to hold yourself up.

“Everything alright? You seem a little..flushed.”

Steven just shook his head, a little unconvincingly if you said so yourself. But you didn’t press into it. “I’m all good. Pretty swell, actually. I’ll-um, I’ll leave you to it then, get back to the shop so I don’t miss anyone.” With a final smile he was gone, the last you saw of him being the back of his messy curled hair disappearing behind the door and closing it swiftly behind him.

It was cute, the way his ears and cheekbones flared red whenever he was around you. Whether it was because he was nervous or...something else, you couldn’t tell just yet. But there was something on your mind, you could feel it. Maybe you’d figure it out by the end of the day.

She’s your boss. She’s your boss. She’s your boss. She’s your fucking boss-WHY WASN’T IT STICKING?! Steven repeated his mantra over and over again with each step down the staircase leading back to the gift shop. He couldn’t think about you, not like that. He had though. In the past. He’d thought about you often. Too often. It was the reason his ears went red when he saw you, but he prayed you never noticed that. It would definitely embarrass him if you did.

He found you…assertive. Sure, you were the his boss. But he’d had bosses in the past, and none of them were quite like you. You had a way of commanding and calming an entire room by just walking in, your voice had such an authoritative tone to it, he never wanted you to stop talking. It wasn’t an occasional thing, but there were times when you snapped. There were times when your superiors had called to discuss what had gone wrong, or what you had to do to improve the workplace. Or when your plans to expand the range of antiquities had been rejected because the artefacts were to be sent of for auction somewhere in the middle of Italy. You hadn’t been in a good mood for the entire week, and it had caused you to snap at everyone, including Steven.

But what was strange was that…he didn’t hate it. That was the weirdest part. It should have offended him, or made him angry that you would act so pissed off like that. But it didn’t. It made him feel something, alright, just not what he expected it to. The way it made him feel small, made him feel insignificant in a way that made him feel a little fuzzy on the inside. It was a new feeling for him. Well, not entirely new, he’d felt it for a few months around you. But the snap and the angry gravelly tone in your throat when you told him to “get the fuck out of my office, Steven. I’m not in the mood for you right now.” He left that office with a racing heart and an aching he couldn’t quite alleviate. Not in work anyway.

It was so unprofessional. He couldn’t have these ideas and thoughts running around in his head. He couldn’t be thinking of you being so…assertive with him, and him liking it. could he? It felt wrong. But then again, it felt so right. You had come to him later that day, less full of anger and more full of guilt than anything else.

“I need to apologise for how I spoke to you earlier. It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you,” you had said. But all that raced through his mind in response was no, please. Take your anger out on me. I liked it. He physically had to shake the thoughts away.

“It’s alright. You were stressed and I came to you with more problems at the wrong time,” Steven explained, shrugging it off with his ever present sweet smile. I liked it I liked it I liked it I liked it. It played in his mind repeatedly. He tried so hard to ignore it. But it played like a broken record. Over and over again. Reminding him of how much he liked being ordered around by you.

You hadn’t been that unhappy since that day. Steven couldn’t deny that it made him a little sad. Hearing your voice bellow, the way you intimidated people a little when your voice was raised. It was a tad threatening at times, but he loved it. He often wondered what you were like outside of work. Were you just as assertive there, as commanding as you were within these walls? What he wouldn’t give for just a taste of that in the right situation. Perhaps other men, other women, had experienced your kind of authoritative tone in closed quarters, followed your orders with complete submission. He was jealous of them, to say the least.

Fuck, he shouldn’t have thought about you while at work. Not as in depth as this. It was shaping up to be a little bit of a problem for him in certain places. And there was no way in hell that he was going to make it home without taking care of his little…problem. Perhaps he could sneak into the toilets before he left for the day.

It was a miracle you hadn’t gotten any papercuts from all the papers you’d been sifting through together. You were ninety percent sure that your arse had created a perfect indentation into the velvet seat you’d been stuck in all fucking day. Standing up, you stretched your legs and stretched your arms over your head with a soft groan as bones popped in your shoulders.

Your jacket had been discarded hours ago, the summer heat in London particularly unbearable this year, contrary to practically every year before. So it left you in just your simple white shirt, the top couple of buttons popped open to let the air flow and cool you down. Glancing at the clock above your office door, you noticed that it was around the time where staff would be leaving. Perhaps you would be able to catch Steven before he left to go home. So you made your way down to the main viewing area of which was now almost empty. Donna was packing up her bag and JB was nowhere to be found, as per usual. But neither was Steven, to your surprise. Surely he hadn’t left yet, he was always the last one here besides you, taking his time to walk around the museum, observing the artefacts like it was his first time in the museum.

“Hi, Donna,” you smiled politely as she turned towards you with her constantly present neutral expression. Was she always this gloomy? Jesus, you should probably talk to her about that.

“Hey,” she responded, her voice dreary and clearly bored.

“Leaving?” You asked, and she nodded in response. “Has Steven gone home, or is he still around? I didn’t see him on the way down.” Donna pointed to the staff room towards the back of the building.

“He’s been in there a while, I think. Not sure why, but I’m certainly not waiting around for him,” she gestured, tossing her bag over her shoulder. You nodded, waving a goodbye as she made her way towards the exit.

“Alright, no worries, see you Monday, Donna,” you rolled your eyes as she tossed a half-assed wave behind her. Now it was just the two of you, no one else was left in the building. You made your way to the staff room to see if you could find Steven and see whether he was leaving yet.

“Steven?” You called out. No response. Where the hell was he? Not in the staff room, and you couldn’t hear any movement or noise in the staff toilets. You pondered to yourself, wondering if he’d left without anyone seeing, but that thought shot down when you noticed his bag hanging on one of the hooks attached to the walls.

So you set out to find him. He wasn’t in the shop or its storage room behind the desk, he wasn’t wandering the museum and its artefacts. That only left downstairs; the archives or customers bathrooms. Making your way down the marble steps, you were grateful to see the lights on downstairs. He was here. Somewhere. So you called out his name again, and was pleasantly surprised when you heard…something in response. It wasn’t a word per se. More like a noise. But it was him, you knew it was. The noise came from the men’s bathroom, and you felt very weird about going in there, but you were more curious as to find out why he was down here in the first place.

As you neared the door that was left slightly ajar, the noises became clearer and turned into words. “Fuck fuck fuck,” was all you could make out. Was something wrong? Your hand reached for the handle to push the door open further, but it was as though some invisible barrier stopped you, halting your hand on the handle, frozen to it.

Your name. You heard your name. Not in a way where you thought it could have been intentional. No, it reached your ears as a sort of whimper. He whimpered your name. You really didn’t know how to react, but you had to control yourself for the present moment, ignoring how it made you felt. You were now even more curious, so pushing through your little frozen moment you pressed against the door and it swung open quietly.

You’d never seen a prettier sight. Truly, you hadn’t. If it was in a different location, perhaps you’d have preferred it more, but right now you didn’t care. Steven, pants unbuckled and unzipped, hunched over the sink with his hand fisting his hardened cock, was quite possibly the last thing you’d expected. His face was flushed, ears still that deep maroon red, pupils blown out as his mouth fell slightly agape, your name the only thing on his tongue.

He was gripping the sink so hard that his knuckles were the same colour as the white marble counter, as though he was hanging on for dear life. You bit your lip at the sight, leaning against the doorframe with your arms folded across your chest. You shouldn’t be watching this, it wasn’t right. But who better to find him than the name of the person he was calling out to as he got himself off. You tried so hard to ignore the dull panging sensation between your legs as you took a deep inhale.

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you looked like this?” At the immediate sound of your voice, all of Steven’s ministrations stopped, even his breathing, you thought. He didn’t look at you, not wanting to believe that you’d walked down here to find him masturbating with your name falling from his tongue. “Because if not, then they need to get their eyes checked.” You pushed yourself off the doorframe and took a couple of steps in Steven’s direction.

“I didn’t realise you’d-wasn’t expecting you-shit.” It was sweet, the way he tripped over his words, the blush from his ears reaching his cheeks. You just smiled, making your way over to him slowly, as though he was a timid animal and you were doing your best as not to spook him.

“You weren’t expecting me to…what? Walk in here and find you jacking off to the thought of me?” you suppressed another smirk as Steven’s eyes widened and he turned away from you even more. “Oh don’t be all shy now,” you leaned in to whisper your next words directly into his reddened ears. “I happened to like it, Steven. The way you sounded, your little whimpers and moans. All for me, were they? Getting off to the thought of me a regular thing for you?” Steven just nodded, not trusting himself to speak as your lips brushed his ear. “I thought as much. If I’d have found out sooner, perhaps I would have been able to do something about it earlier.”

Then you heard it fall from his lips. The one word that would give both of you what you wanted. Please. Please, please, please. It was whiny, desperate, needy. Perfectly explaining how Steven was feeling in that very moment. “Oh, honey,” you mused, leaning against the counter and cupping his jaw to make him face you. “You want me to do something about it?” All Steven could do was nod, his puppy dog eyes searing into your soul. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please, touch me,” Steven practically begged in a small voice, leaning into your touch. You just smiled and leaned in, pressing your lips to his softly. He kissed you back with more force, more desperation. But this wasn’t up to him. Sure, this was for him. But that didn’t mean he was in control here. You just had to remind him of that.

He whined as your lips left his, his mouth chasing yours but to no avail because you’d already pulled away. “Easy, baby. You’ll get what you want. But only when I see fit, okay?” You expected to see disappointment in his eyes, but you were surprised when they lit up with what looked like excitement. “So you’re going to be good for me?”

“Yes, I swear. I’ll be good for you,” Steven promised, his knuckles on the verge of breaking with the force he gripped the edge of the sink. So you smiled sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips before releasing his jaw from your grip.

“Good boy,” you whispered, noting the way he quietly whimpered at the praise. You moved to stand behind him, your hands coming up to hold his waist, causing him to inhale sharply at the contact. One of your hands moved further around to his stomach and slid down past his slightly creased white shirt. “You want me to touch you here?” Your fingertips ghosted over the base of his cock, noting how it twitched at your slightest touch. He was sensitive, needing from not cumming yet. You’d interrupted him before he could finish, and now you were going to use that to your advantage. “Aw sweetheart, already so needy for me? I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry baby.”

The second your hand wrapped around his cock, the sweetest moan fell from Steven’s lips and his head hung between his shoulders. It sent a shiver through your spine and wormed its way down between your legs. You planned on pulling more of those pretty noises from him before this was over. Moving your hand up and down his cock at a slow pace, you felt his hips jut forward to meet your speed. But you knew he needed more. Faster, or harder, or something. But this wasn’t something you wanted to rush.

“Baby boy, if you want to cum you’re going to have to do something for me,” your words stayed vague, but engaging enough to catch his attention. He looked up and met your eye through the mirror. “I want you to look at yourself through the mirror. If you look away, I’ll stop,” you asked, but there was no room for negotiation, and Steven knew that. So he obliged, his eyes flicking between you and himself in the mirror, trying his hardest not to look down at the way your hand worked around his dick.

“That’s it baby, you look so good like this,” you whispered into Steven’s ear reaching up to press soft kisses along the side of his neck, all the way up to the sweet spot behind his ear, feeling how he shuddered under your touch. “Want you to see yourself when you cum, see how pretty you are.” Steven was still hunched over as he looked into the mirror, his body pressing against yours as his hands fought to hold him up.

Your touch made him weak. It made his head fuzzy with only thoughts of you. Just you. Your voice sent all his blood rushing to his dick, your words making pleads and begs want to roll off his tongue until his words were reduced to whimpers just for you. Just for you to hear and act on.

Nights he’d spent with his own hand fisting his cock, images of you running through his mind as they brought him closer to the pleasure you made him feel by just occupying his every waking thought. The way you carried yourself around the museum, your presence as you stepped into a room, the way your voice travelled along the winding marble clad halls. Whenever you called out his name for help, it made him feel needed, wanted, willing to be there for your every beck and call. All he wanted to do was please you, at the time, only professionally. But after a while it turned into something more. After a while, when your voice called out, mad or in need of assistance, he wanted you to call out his name like that for different reasons. To order him around, give him instructions. Tell him what to do, tell him what you wanted to do. To do to him.

But now it wasn’t his hand around his cock. It was yours. Your delicate fingers deftly stroking and squeezing his cock in all the right places to make him squirm and come undone from your touch. It was your voice right in his ear, speaking praises that made him weak at the knees. You’re doing so good for me. My good boy. You want to cum?

He almost couldn’t believe it to be true. And the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you? it made it all the more better. It was bubbling in his veins, the pleasure on the verge of flowing through his body, clouding his mind with absolute heaven.

“Baby, you want to cum? Want to let go? Hmm? Tell me,” you pulled his words from him. He nodded, making eye contact with you briefly before remembering the rules and looking back at himself.

“Yes, yes please. Let me cum, I’ve been so good,” Steven begged, his words choking on the last syllables as your thumb ran over his reddened tip to draw a bigger reaction from him. His hips ground more into your hand, needing more friction. Just a little to push him over the edge. Your smirk told a different story though.

“Oh so needy to cum, aren’t we, baby boy?” You teased, revelling in his gaspy moan as you tugged a little harder, feeling him grow closer with each passing second. But your hand slowed, slowed enough to pause his impending sense of bliss. You heard a broken please and it sent the feeling straight to your pussy. You held him there, the sense of pleasure almost unbearable and unreachable at the same time. It was almost as though you were testing how long he could hold on for, how long he could refrain from coming undone until it was painful.

“No, please don’t stop,” Steven whimpered, looking at you once more, his eyes pleading and desperate, irises resembling melting chocolate as he molded against you, his limbs almost giving up on him. “Please, please don’t stop now. Let me cum, I’ll do anything.” His moans and begs like music to your ears as he tried to convince you to let him cum. God, you wanted to. But it was so much more rewarding to see him work for it.

Steven couldn’t deny that this had been one of his several fantasies for a while now. Your entire control over him, over his undoing. Only your words and your actions could determine when and if he was even allowed to cum. He loved it, your command, your voice filling his ears and seeping into his brain.

His eyes were pricking with tears by the time you felt it was an appropriate time to let him undo beneath your hands. He was such a beautiful sight, the top two buttons of his shirt undone to expose his neck and the top of his chest, his eyes already looked fucked out and you were nowhere near close to being finished with him. “You’ve been so good for me, Steven baby. So just for that, I’m going to let you cum,” you could hear his sigh of relief as he felt your hand move faster, the other hand reaching to cup his balls. It was all over for him then. “And after that, sweetheart, I’m going to let you fuck me. You want that?” You peppered kisses along the side of his neck and down his shoulder as his breathing started to turn to breathy gasps for air.

He came hard, all that pent up tension finally able to be released, his body relaxing, elated as he finally fell apart in front of you. In front of himself. You were glad you made him look at himself in the mirror, because it made it so much hotter to see him cum like his. You could see all of him, his face flushed, his chest heaving, his arms flexed. “There you go, pretty boy. You did so good for me. Such a good boy.” Your hands moved to his waist, spinning him slowly to face you. He looked at you, eyes blown wide with the wave of ecstasy washing over him. You smiled as you grasped his chin gently between your fingers, pulling him down for a kiss. Your lips melted together, Steven groaned as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, taking control of the kiss to which he immediately obliged.

Steven turned the two of you so that your back was against the counter next to one of the sinks. You pressed against the counter, Steven pressing against you so you were trapped between the two. Steven’s hands roamed across your body, hesitant at first in case you stopped him. But when you didn’t do anything to halt his wandering palms, he touched you wherever he could before you decided that he wasn’t to let himself roam freely.

His palms trailed up your hips to grip your waist, his fingerprints burning into your skin as they wandered higher and higher. You cupped the sides of his neck, trying to stay composed as his fingers ghosted over your breasts, moving to the buttons on your shirt. “Please, can I…” He didn’t even finish the sentence before you were nodding, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Of course, baby,” you replied, moving your hands from his neck to the counter behind you, using your strength to push you up onto the flat marble surface. It was amusing to see how quickly Steven situated himself between your spread thighs, settling snugly with your legs framing his hips.

You pressed your lips against his once again and Steven began undoing the buttons of your shirt until they had all been popped open. He pushed the shirt off your body and took in the sight of you, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. “Can I touch you? Please, I want to make you feel good.” His voice was so pleading, so small, you couldn’t help but flutter a little at how much he wanted you when it was so evident in his voice.

Your ankles hooked around his lower back, pulling him flush against your body as you linked your arms around his neck. “You want to make me feel good? Want to be good for me while you fuck me?” Steven’s knees went weak at the words. He wanted nothing more than that. Nothing. And neither did you. “Well, come on Steven,” you guided his hands down your body. “You can’t fuck me while I still have pants on, can you?” You leaned back on your hands and watched Steven work, watched his hands make quick haste of the buttons and zipper of your pants, quickly pulling them down your legs and tossing them onto the counter behind him.

His mumbles against your neck vibrated up the column of your throat, mumbles of how pretty you were, how much he wanted you, how pleading he was to touch you, to fuck you. It turned you on just to know how much he wanted you, wanted this. One of his hands roamed up your thigh, gripping your hip and pulling you flush against his body. Steven was already ready to fuck you, his cock practically throbbing with want. His unoccupied hand drifted to the apex of your thighs, feeling how wet you were through your panties. It made him hard to know that he made you feel like that.

“Let me touch you,” Steven pleaded, raking his finger lightly across your damp panties. “Please, I’ll be so good. I want to touch you so badly.” It was ungodly what this begging was doing to you. It sent flutters down your spine, through your entire body, eventually all settling in your pussy. As soon as he saw your nod of permission, Steven wasted no time, not even taking the time to pull your underwear off. Instead he just pulled them aside, glancing down at your glistening folds, a guttural noise erupting from his throat at the sight of you. Steven knew better than to tease, so he got right to the point. Your head fell back as the pressure of his fingers dragged from your hole to your clit, collecting your juices on his fingers. Using your own wetness, he coated his fingers and pushed one into your dripping hole. You gasped at the feeling of how thick just one of his fingers were. Already you felt the sense of euphoria filling your mind like a hazy fog. Too soon. It was too soon. You had to keep your control somehow.

“There you go, baby boy. Doing so-aah-so good for me,” you bit your lip to suppress a moan, holding out to hide how good he was making you feel. All Steven wanted to do was make you feel good, he felt as though it was his purpose. And fuck, was he doing that job justice. Your toes were practically curling as a second finger slipped into your core, his digits working harmoniously, brushing deep strokes in a curled motion to find a spot to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. He wanted to please you. He wanted to make you see heaven. He eventually found it. His cock was once again rock hard at the gasping moan that escaped past your lips as his fingers angled into a part of you that set something alight within your core. “Fuck, fuck…right there, Steven.” One of your hands held up your weight as it rested flat against the marble surface behind you, while the other gripped his shoulder, holding him close.

Steven used this closeness to litter your neck with kisses, his lips dragging along your skin, teeth lightly grazing the column of your throat. You felt his teeth gently nip at your sensitive skin, so you felt it appropriate to remind him of the situation. Your hand which once gripped his shoulder found its way into his dark curly locks, tightening your hold on his hair to which earned you a quiet whimper as you pulled his head back away from your neck. You made sure to remember that. “Careful, pretty boy. You mark my neck and I’ll mark your entire body so that every time you look in the mirror or see yourself naked, you’ll be reminded of me and what I did to make you feel good.” Your voice was dangerously low, teasing him, daring him. He couldn’t deny that it turned him on incredibly quickly. Embarrassingly quickly, actually.

It tempted him, but you both knew that if that were to happen, it wouldn’t happen in a museum bathroom. You’d want him in a more private space, where you could take your time with him, take meticulous care in learning every inch of his body. Much to his delight, you kept a firm hold of his hair, gripping it tightly as you pulled him into a kiss. His fingers worked faster inside you, repeatedly hitting that one spot that had your vision blurring and your legs shaking. He was good at what he did. It got you wondering how much experience he actually had here, or if he was just going purely of feel and observation.

He kept note of every noise, every moan and every change in your expression as his fingers stayed buried deep in your sopping hole. Your control and his obedience made both of you hornier than either of you cared to admit. It was clear that this was not the only time that you would be in this position. It was just the beginning.

As his fingers brushed perfectly against that deep pleasure filled part of you, you felt your muscles tightening, a rush of ecstasy trailing up your body at a hasted pace. You were on the brink of pure bliss, the tingling of electricity shooting through your nerves just aching to make you feel all that pleasure. And Steven was pushing you over the edge. It shot through your body like a bullet. Your muscles clenching and contracting around his fingers, your back curving into a slight arch as your grip on his hair became a steel fist, unmoving and unbreakable. You let out a moan directly into Steven’s ear, and if he was not already trying to cum on the spot, he was certainly trying harder now. He felt your juices around his fingers, your body pulsating with delectation.

For a second only your breaths could be heard in the room, but your praises for him soon followed. He could only revel in them, the words, the pet names, all reducing him to putty in your hands to play with and move as you solely desired. Your lips almost let a quiet gasp slip through as his fingers retracted from inside you, the empty feeling soon making you crave him once again, a little too quickly. His face was buried in your neck after you released his hair, kissing along the skin gently before mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear.

You didn’t need to grip his hair again to make him look at you. Your voice would be enough to get his attention. “Steven, if you want to say something, you have to look at me, sweetheart,” you pried, smirking when he lifted his head to meet your eye. “Come on, baby. Use your words, or you won’t get what you want.”

That certainly convinced him to tell it to your face. “I need you. Please. Need…more.” Steven was hesitant to say it, his ears tinting pink at the tips. It sent electricity through your veins, hearing his yearning tone adjuring for you.

“Oh, you want more? So desperate aren’t you? Desperate to fuck me, baby? You want that? Come on, say it. I know you can, sweetheart.” Your words were his drug. He was already addicted. Nodding, he admitted his wanting thoughts, “yes, want to fuck you so bad. I want to make you feel good. Please, let me do that.” He was yearning for you. Eager to please. Eager to earn your praises.

So you pulled him close, close enough so he felt your breath on his cheek. “Now that you’ve felt what it’s like for me to cum on your fingers, how about I cum on your cock next? And if you’re good and do as you’re told, I might even let you cum inside me.” The whimper that exuded from the man between your legs stirred something inside you. something akin to primal.

His second whimper only became vocal when you trailed your hand down between both your bodies and wrapping it around his wanting cock, twitching in your fingers at your touch that was not yet just a distant memory. “I will, I’ll do as I’m told. I’ll be good. Just please…” It was getting harder and harder to deny him, to hold off until you’d seen he’d had enough. Therefore, you had to give him what he wanted because it was what you wanted too, you wanted it desperately, you just had the willpower to hide that. Nodding, you watched his eyes widen with anticipation as you guided him closer to your still sensitive pussy. He wanted nothing more than to be inside you right now, his face truly said it all.

The second he felt his dick push inside your wet walls, the man practically crumbled before you. His mind went numb and all he could process was how good you felt around him, how perfect and fuzzy it made him feel as he buried himself deep inside your pussy. Nothing made him feel this good, and you had barely started yet. He wasn’t even fully inside you, not yet pushed to the hilt and his whimpers and moans were already filling the room.

You were feeling all kinds of things in this moment. Pulling him closer, it made him immerse himself completely inside your velvety walls and Steven released a guttural groan that seeped into your ear and melted like honey. Wrapping your legs around his waist, caging him in, you pulled your bodies flush together. Your pebbled nipples brushed coarsely against the sleek fabric of Steven’s crinkled shirt and it sent shivers through your spine.

Buried at the hilt, Steven was already on the brink of releasing deep inside of you, and he hadn’t even moved yet. The poor man wasn’t going to last long, but there was no way he was cumming without your permission. The punishment perhaps wouldn’t be as pleasant. “Can I move?” you heard him whisper against your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him, the other gripping the edge of the white countertop.

You nodded, biting back a gasp as his cock shifted inside you, dragging out slowly until only the tip stayed engulfed in your warm before he pushed back in. Quicker. Harder. His thrusts were desperate and wanting, every ridge and vein of his dick scraping across your walls and sending shockwaves through your core until your every thought only consisted of him. Just him.

“Doing so good, Steven. So good for me,” you praised, feeling him clutch your body a little tighter. “But come on, pretty baby. I know you can do better than that.” You trailed your lips up his neck, pressing soft kisses in your wake until you reached his jaw. It was at that point that you felt him move harder within you, a powerful pace that could very well break the marble counter you were sat atop. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” And he didn’t stop, eager as ever to please you, to make you feel the most pleasure in those very moments. His pace stayed the same, unrelenting and unchangeable. Already so desperate for release, Steven was entirely drunk of the feel of your pussy clenching a vice around his cock.

He hit something devastating inside you, and it made you grip him tighter, a shocked gasp slipping past your lips as he rammed the same spot repeatedly with perfect aim. Steven’s fingertips held you so tightly you were certain that bruises were going to be tattooed into your skin, but you didn’t care. Not when his cock felt so good, when his whimpers melted into your body and flowed through it like a lifeline current.

“Want to cum,” Steven managed to breathe out between each drag of his cock, his hand on your waist trailing down to your ass and pulling you further into him to meet his thrusts, “please”. He was free roaming along your body with his hands, letting them wander. The desperation in his touch, the grasp his hand had on you. Your arms were slinked around his shoulders, one hand carding through the hair at the base of his neck and gripping the locks that collected there. But once you felt his touch roaming along you, and his begs in your ear, you shifted the hand on the nape of his neck.

Instead to moved it around his neck to wrap around his throat, your fingers pressing gently against his pulse point until you felt the throbbing beneath your fingertips. “You want to cum, huh?” Your voice was low and deep and it had a gravelly undertone. It certainly caught Steven’s attention. There was nothing in his eye or expression that indicated that your hand was not welcome where you had placed it. In fact, there seemed to be a sort of excited twinkle in his chocolate irises. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, okay? You make me feel good, and if I feel you’ve done that well enough, then perhaps I’ll reward you.” There was no space for him to retaliate, or for him to beg to get his way. If he tried, there was a chance Steven wouldn’t get what he so desperately desired.

So instead he nodded, his lips parting as you gripped his throat a little tighter. Not tight enough to cut off his airway, just to make the blood rush to his head and make his eyes roll to the back of his head in bliss. “So are you going to behave?” you whispered, breath hitting his face as he looked back at you once again.

“Yes,” he breathed out. You smirked, moving to loosen your hold on his neck, “good boy”. Surprisingly, he caught your wrist in his hand before you could fully let go. Shaking his head, he asked you to not move it, “please…keep it there?”

Your eyebrow cocked, not expecting such a reaction. But you did. You held his neck, gripping it firmly as he fucked you, his cock moving in and out of you, scraping against your walls and hitting your sweet spot. Your other hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging into the tough bone of his shoulder. With your nose nudging against his cheek, it gave you all the access you wanted to whisper your filthiness directly into his ear.

You could feel it. The stirring in your core, the build up about to explode. It was in the way your legs closed tighter around his waist, the way your walls gripped him and how your breathing became uneven and ragged. Steven could feel it too. So he held you more securely, unyielding and persistent to make you see stars. The tip of his cock itched that spot inside you that you were unable to reach yourself, and it was continually and consistently brushed against hard. Until your eyes saw black spots in your vision and you cried out in pleasure, the first time you’d let anything particularly vocal slip from you. It was all Steven needed to hear to push harder and faster, never letting up until you were cumming on his cock.

He felt your juices flood him, drowning his cock in your pleasure, in your bliss. Eyes flitting down between your bodies, Steven watched as your wetness seeped out of you. Nothing could have turned him on more than that sight. It fuelled his everlasting need for you.

“So good, Steven,” you breathed, letting your head fall against his shoulder, panting heavily as your muscles slowly began to relax around him. “You did so good for me, baby.” You kept your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles interlocked to cage him in. “Now, do you want to cum too?” He was already nodding before you’d even finished your sentence. “Yes, yes please, let me cum. I need it so badly. I’ve been good for you. Please, I need it. Need you.” Need you. Heaven to your ears. So you obliged. Letting him take what he so craved as his reward.

His thrusts were just as powerful now, but slowed to a snail’s pace. It didn’t take much stimulation of your sopping core for him to release inside you, spilling himself along your walls and painting your insides white. Still buried to the hilt, he stayed exactly where he was, not moving an inch as he regained breath into his lungs. Steven’s hold on you loosened on you slightly, but his touch never left you. No words were exchanged, the room only being filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing. You’d both gotten what you’d wanted, what you’d craved for so long, and more. But somehow you still felt as though there was more between you. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. You’d only just started this, and there were no plans to end it so hastily.

“Feel okay?” you asked Steven, removing your hand from his throat and tilting his head up with one finger under his jaw to make him look at you. He breathed a quiet yes, leaning into your touch as you cupped his cheek with the same hand. “More than okay,” he responded with a small smile. “And you?”

You just smirked brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek. “Good. I feel good. Come on, we should get out of here, sweetheart. Go somewhere else, yeah?” His eyes lit at the prospect of leaving here with you. So he nodded, groaning as he pulled himself out of you and watched his release drip out of you. Cleaning up and redressing, you both revelled in the shared comfortable silence, pressing chaste, soft kisses to one another’s lips as you got ready to leave.

“We can’t let people know about this, ever. You know that, right?” You had to make it known that this sort of…complicated situation you shared could be detrimental to you both. “We have to act normally inside these walls. As though we’re just colleagues. I’m still your boss, and you’re still my employee.”

“I understand,” Steven said, nodding as he grabbed his bag and as you buttoned the last few buttons on your short. “But outside of work…?” His tone was hopeful, and it made your insides flutter at his optimistic voice.

You smiled, turning to look at him with an upturned pull at your eyebrow. “Outside of work, we can explore more of this,” you mused as you trailed a finger down his chest. “But you do acknowledge, I’m still in charge. Or do you need a little reminder?” Your eyes never left his, a little daring twinkle in your eye.

“I-I’ll remember. I promise. I’ll always obey you,” he swore, gazing at you with his pretty puppy dog eyes. You smiled, satisfied. “Good boy,” you praised, taking his hand and leading him upstairs, “now let’s go. There’s still a lot that we need to learn about one another. And the night’s not over yet, baby”.

The two of you walked out of the museum without leaving a trace of anything that had happened. Heading out into the dead of night, you were right about one thing. The night certainly wasn’t over yet, you had only just begun.

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cdnb prompt: after his first encounter with ctechno, cdream uses high heels shoes bc doesn't want to look so short next to him and in the middle of doomsday ctechno finds out about this

OK. Let me see if I still got it.

He doesn't notice, at first. There's too much more things going on in his life to even begin to think about it.

Dream's sudden growing sprout is one of those things that he misses in the middle of everything, but still takes notes, waiting for the second he can finally go hibernate and think about it. In fact, he was waiting for that little retrive to capture everything about Dream and just shove it in a box and stop having to take note of everything that Dream does.

He is not repressed, chat. Shut up.

He doesn't notice, and he plans on not noticing, until Dream's little grubby, greedy, slender and surprisingly well cared for hands--until Dream gets him involved like the meddlesome man he is. Suddenly they were walking towards L'manberg's demise as Dream has wanted since basically forever, and Techno realizes --only the slightless bit regretfully-- that he played right into his hand. With horror, he finds himself anything but angry at being so easily led to a solution that benefits Dream and only Dream; rather, he thinks it's a little endearing, and that cannot be possible.

He tried to remind himself about how terrible Dream is as they walk, but the man is anything but subtle, there's a pep to his step--hes practically walking without his soles touching the ground from how excited he is, and he's talking Techno's ear off about how he plans to build the platform for the bombs, and he can hear his shit-eating grin as he discusses how little of L'manberg there will be left.

He's only a pig, after all. So he takes note of all of it, and tries his best to ignore it. He ignores, too, the way they're basically the same size, towering over Philza who's actually doing his job at scouting the terrain so they're undetected at dawn. He pretends he just trusts Philza's judgement, and not that he's terribly charmed by the other man.

This wasn't always the case. Once upon a time, Dream was at least a foot shorter, and more irritating than lovely, and he didn't talk about destruction. There was a hesitancy that Techno recognized as human. He had overcome doubt, and thus, humanity--while remaining mortal. Techno... was intrigued by that. (He'll only stop denying this fleeting crush once it's efficiently death and the recipient of his current adoration is long gone, he promises.)

Now, he's tall and regal, and as deathly as ever. He's a wildfire, a burning lamp. Techno is better than a moth.

His eyes still rake over the figure as he starts towering up, occupying only the faint morning lights as guide. Techno notes the possible enchanted nature of his mask, and hates himself for it.

It's as he's watching, that he notices.

"Bro, are those high heels?" And all at once Dream's height makes sense, even though it shouldn't matter to Techno. He's still gawking at the man who's--blushing. That's a blush on the edge of his ears, not covered by a hoodie for once.

"That's--shut up, don't be an idiot." He hisses, his mask suddenly pointing towards Philza as if scared he'll hear. Oh, this is fascinating.

"Nothin' wrong with being fashionista, I tell you." Techno says, smug, leaning the faintest bit down to look at Dream directly. "But a man that's, ah, homeless... you would think he had better priorities than heels."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE A HOUSE!" Dream shrills, effectively making Techno lean away. Then his arms cross on front of his torso, the picture of a diva. The heels are a deep green, and they click as he steps back. Oh, how didn't Techno notice?

You were trying hard not to notice, chat whispers. Then, of course, it notices it has Techno's attention. eee, EEE, DREAMSIMP, dream dream dream, Dream in chat, hi techno :), eeeE, STOP SIMPING.

"Not denying the fashionista allegations, I see." Techno replicates. His companion huffs, and then turns back to finally get to tower up. And this time Techno allows himself to notice the shape of his legs--and no, he's not being weird, Dream's ass is on the way okay-- and the way it curls with the distinct form of a trained heel wearer. Techno has no thoughts about Dream's skintight pants nor the way the heels are beautifully integrated into his body, to the clear attention to detail Dream used to pride in, that he still has.

Something in Techno's chest aches. But it's barely morning, and they have a job to do.

"If you wanted to see how it felt to be tall," he calls back, placing a lazy hand around to make his voice sound louder. "You could've just asked for me to carry you."

SHUT THE FUCK UP, Dream whispered in chat.

#warrior.asks #warrior.writes #dnb #c!dnb #dreamnoblade #dreamnoblade fic

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His Obsession

Chapter 1

:Jordan didn’t exactly know what she was getting into when she accidentally bumped into Bucky Barnes aka The king of New York the boss of the Mafia

Warning:Stalking, kidnapping, Forced relationship, Forced Marriage, NonCon.

You were running down the street bumping into people every now and again.

“Excuse me. Sorry.” You say as you continue to run

You were running late. You are a RN in the Emergency room. Working sometimes double even triple shifts. Not really having a personal life, Always working and if you weren’t working you were home sleeping.

You turn the corner only to be knocked off you’re feet, about to fall on you’re ass.

But you were quickly caught by the wrist and quickly pulled to you’re feet.

“Sorry about that.” You hear

You look up and see a man in a black suit. Rings on his left hand. Tattoo on the top of his left hand and it loos like it goes up his arm the way it disappears from the sleeves of his suit.

He had dark hair that was almost shoulder length and icy blue eyes.

“Oh no I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You say as you smile at him.

You’re watch beeps.

“Oh sugar plumbs I’m late! Sorry I have to go thank you for saving me from a nasty fall.” You say as you run down the street.

Bucky watches as you disappear in the crowd of people A smirk on his face. He didn’t think there was anyone in this city that could smile at him like that. Most people take one look at him and shiver in fear. It did something to him, You’re long dark hair and Jade green eyes that reminded him of freshly cut grass,

He didn’t fail to notice You’re name tag, Jordan Cross He smirked

“I’ll be seeing you real soon doll.” He smirked

He pulls out his phone hitting the contact number.

“Natasha I need you to find an address for me.Jordan Cross She works at Mercy Hospital” He says

“Okay, Text it to me when you find it.” He says hanging up the phone

He smirked knowing that he just found the one person that wasn’t aware of who he was or the profession he was in.

It didn’t take long to locate you’re apartment, And it didn’t take much effort to get the key from the manager, All he had to do was give him a look. Which was very concerning. As he looked around you’re house he noticed there wasn’t much. No picture’s on the walls. The fridge and cabinets were empty. A TV and love seat in the main room, A a queen size bed in the bedroom.

“Seems pretty basic.” Steve says as they look around

“But no personality to it.” Nat says

“Start hiding the cameras.” Bucky says everyone nods

You were dead tired after working a double shift. All you wanted to do was shower and sleep screw eating it was way too much work.

You unlock you’re door shuffling to the bathroom stripping you’re scrubs off and jumping in the shower for a much needed shower.

After you’re quick shower you dress into a pair of plaid black and white shorts and you’re old collage jersey. Flopping on the bed without covering up you just fall into a deep sleep. But unknown to you, Bucky stood over you, His knuckles brushing against you’re cheek.

“Soon doll. Soon You’ll be mine.” He whispers with a small smile on his face.

The next day you were running late again, Rushing out the door, and running down the streets to the hospital, You always end up shutting you’re alarm off to get a little extra sleep, You’re boss doesn’t ever give you a day off or ever cut you any slack when you are late he retaliates by making you work a double shift, He’s a complete tool in you’re eyes anyway, Bucky watched as you ran past the many people on the side walk bumping into a few on the way. He smiled knowing he was going to bide his time to set his plan into motion, He had been waiting to find someone like you for a very long time and He knew that you were a hard working woman who barley had a social or private life because of you’re job. From what he dug up on you you’re mother died when you were only five years old leaving you to be raised by you’re step father. In and out of the hospital a lot with mysterious injuries broken arm, cracked ribs, broken tail bone, the list went on and on it’s no mystery what was going on, You left for collage at the age of eighteen, graduating not long after. went for you’re clinical at the same hospital you currently work at now. Never had a vacation or personal day. This was a bit concerning for Bucky you didn’t have a life, all you did was work and sleep, hell you barley had any food in you’re apartment. He knew tonight he was going to take you away from this life, that you were going to have a better life with him and his men. You wouldn’t have to work hard just to get by anymore he was going to make sure of that if it was the last thing he did. He smiled and walked towards you’re apartment.

He made himself comfortable sitting in you’re love seat in the main room and waited

You sighed grabbing you’re purse and walking out of the hospital Eric you’re boss made you work a triple shift you were exhausted, You have a bruise on you’re bicep from him grabbing you when he called you to his office when you were late today. He said one more time and you are fired. What does he expect you work double sometimes triple shifts then he expects you to come in the same day after only a few hours of sleep.

You unlock you’re apartment door, closing it behind you setting you’re purse on the counter. When a hand covers you’re mouth.

“You’re late doll.” You hear from behind you.

You try to struggle but the intruder was too strong you feel a prick in you’re neck and you can feel yourself getting weak and tired

“Don’t worry doll you’ll be home soon.” Was the last thing you hear before falling into a deep slumber.

#dark bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark steve rogers #dark avengers #innocent reader #dark marvel #original character #mafia bucky barnes #mafia boss #cjand10

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It Burns | Lee Mark

"I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen."

Pairing. Boyfriend!Lee Mark X Girlfriend!Reader

Genre. Angst. Established couple. Break up. Lovers to ex's.

Synopsis. With your half naked pictures circulating around social media, Mark waits for you to get home to have a talk.

Warning. Minor cusses. Low-key smut. Breakup. Your heart might get broken.

Playlist. Nct Dream My first love. Literally First burn Hamilton.

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

"So dad, you finally noticed," Mark's low chortle is a result of his 9 year old son, standing next to him reaching the height of his shoulder. Looking up into his dad's eyes, with sleezy cocky eyes he speaks. "You're getting old dad,"

Mark shuts his phone, chugging it into his pocket while looking for some stashed biscuits in one of the kitchen cabinets. "What? You think I'd feel intimidated by a shorter version of me?" His sister sent him a message, but it'd have to wait- especially since his son is feeling like a gigachad and is ready for his late night dessert.

"I'm a better version. Built differently from the ground up,"

"Boy please, you know you're built from the DNA of your mother and I," Mark plays along and moves to the next cabinet with his son still following. "Speaking of which, it's about time your mother gets back, don't you think?"

"Look at you avoiding the topic," his son smirks once before turning serious and looking smug. "Face it old man, soon I'll take over,"

"I'm not going anywhere," Mark, with another low chuckle, finally finds the stash in a medium sized basket. In a mocking tone Mark says, "Now mummy said, you'll get one, but I'mma be cool and give you 5 since you've grown a little,"

"A little?" His son pulls of a smolder causing Mark to stare at him in amusement and confusion. His son is a comedian. Mark tries to be serious... but his face exposes him as someone seconds away from bursting out in a laugh. "How does that make you feel dad?

Mark leans on the counter platform while his son tries to be cool and eats from the packet of his chocolate biscuits still dipping it in his milk like a child. Mark tries (evidently) hard to wipe the smile of his face and be serious, but he can't help when his shoulders shudder and he laughs.

"I'm a successor. Isn't that why you and mum made me?"

"Ethan, you're 9 and I'm 24. I'm a classic. Buddy you're just a remake no one asked for. A lazy cash grabber if I may add," Mark jokes maintaining his composure when Ethan, his 9 year old son does a 'pfft' in disbelief.

"You only exist to mow my lawn for free," Mark gets Ethan in a headlock ruffling his hair.

"What do you think I am? Child labor?" Ethan peeks at his dad with such smooth eyes- almost trying to charm him.

Mark ends up just looking at his son with a smile, not minding the almost so called intimidating persona. "It's called an allowance son, it's for you to know your place in the house,"

"My place?" Ethan scoffs getting back his smirk. In that moment Mark thinks to himself how he should cut down Haechan and Ethan's meeting time. Slowly but surely Mark can see Haechan in his son, and that's not something he'd be too thrilled about. It'd be fun, but Mark wouldn't be able to take his own son seriously- just like Haechan. "My place will soon be the man of the house,"

That's Mark's cue to laugh out loud standing up straight and smacking the back of Ethan's head. "Should I remind you who's in charge?"

"Dad you think those old tricks would still work on me?" Ethan stands in front of his dad with a proud and arrogant smirk. He's probably enjoying this as much as his dad. After all Ethan enjoyed fooling around with his dad- more than you, his mum. "I've outgrown you father. I'm sleeping on my own tonight. No need to tuck me. Be sure to tell mum I closed the light." And with that Ethan winks with a clicking sound leaving his lips. "I guess I should be the one telling you then, it's passed your bed time daddy."

Mark stands in amusement, astonishment and shock. He can only chuckle to himself once Ethan is gone. "Did he just call me daddy?" Staying alone in the kitchen, Mark reminisces on the conversation he had with his son and can't help but faintly chuckle every time. His son always seemed to amaze him every time. And tonight, he would definitely fill you in on Ethan's humor. "He thinks he has rizz,"

When he mentioned he had a day off today- he was expecting a netflix and chill with you (as he rarely saw you because of his tight work schedule) yet you were quick to exclude him from your plans with the girls and needed him to watch over Ethan. He didn't mind, he was relaxed about it too.

He takes a seat after drinking some water and checks the time.

You should've gotten home by now. But for some reason it's past 10pm and you're not in the house. Mark sighs and shrugs his shoulders deciding to wait for you in the living room.

But when time went by and he fetched Ethan like he normally did on all days, he thought you'd be home since Ethan finished school around 4pm. You were always home around 4-5pm. So naturally the house was always vibrant whenever he came home, but this time when he came home and the house was the same as he left it- he was a little downcasted but shrugged it off and made food with his son.

Well from there on, it became a regular father and son afternoon. Which again, Mark didn't mind.

Despite his hectic schedule, Mark always tried and never failed to make time for both his girlfriend and son. And this time Ethan got a whole lot of time with his dad.

Everyone was happy.

Mark checked in on you a couple of times, to which you responded with how you were alive. Mark smiled it off adding how he wanted you to have fun.

Honestly, Mark partially felt guilty most of the times when it came to you.

At the time, he was only 16 and you were 15. What the hell could the two of you possibly know about sex? It was an experiment you both tried. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Nothing wrong there. The problem is, it only takes one time for a seed to be planted. Neither of you had condoms, and were both sure that you weren't going to be pregnant.

That's until, the bump started to form.

Although it wasn't Mark's body, he was anxious. You kept brushing it off saying that it's because you loved eating like the food hungry pig you were.

But when days and months passed, and your friends jokes began to simmer down, and his friends would start making jokes of you actually being a mum, and your parents began worrying- it was bound for you to start taking things seriously.

There's no way you were pregnant. Mark was positive of that fact, mainly because he was religious and kept believing that it was a mistake and that God wouldn't let that happen.

You secretly went to the store with him to buy a pregnancy test. The cashier was surprised seeing you and him but you both joked it off that it was for your mum. So being safe at your house, you peed on the purple stick and both you and Mark relaxed and waited for the results. Nothing could prepare you both for the results of the test.

Mark claimed that it had to be fake and that you needed to go to the hospital. He went with you, hand in hand like the loving boyfriend he was and made sure to be more calm while you were freaking out and afraid of the results and most worryingly- your parents reactions.

There was nothing you both could do when the results came out. Your lips kept trembling. You wanted to cry- and you did cry.

You were pregnant.

Mark impregnated you.

The girl who got pregnant at 15.

Despite him always being the sweetest of boyfriends you could ever have asked for- you hated him. And you made sure to let him know how he ruined your life. Every word you said, every action that came after was a result of the shock you had after receiving the results. But your words were still in Mark's head. Permanently. And to this day Mark felt partially at fault that you never had a normal teenage life.

Despite your confidence, once you found out you were pregnant you were crushed at the rumors spreading about you. They always say that the only voice that's loud is your thoughts, but actually it can also be a bunch of strangers that you don't know. Everyone talked about you.

The girl who dropped out of school.

The disappointment child who threw her future away.

The dumb girl who forgot to use rubber.

You were slammed with comments virtually, physically and even inwardly.

Your parents, despite the shame you brought them, stuck to your side. Even though the comments of them being unfit and unworthy ran around their own respective families...they never let you go or talked down on you. And you were thankful for that.

Mark on the other hand; He didn't get worse of a treatment as you (it's what you like to believe). In fact no one even knew him to be the one who impregnated you. Except your friends and his friends, no one said a word to him. However, his parents weren't so supportive. They reprimanded him. And you know just how much Mark's parents mean to him, so for them to cast him out into the streets broke your heart. And bit by bit, you became calm and stopped telling him that you hated him and that it was all his fault.

Your parents took him in, and you both dropped out of school.

Without qualification, he managed to find work and has been working ever since. Despite Mark and his parents relationship being broken, his father was generous enough to continuously tell people that he had a son who was looking for work. Despite his father not seeing him- some of the best opportunities that came Mark's way were a product of his father's.

And with that, Mark made sure to never disappoint but rise to the table and make ends meet. For his girlfriend, his girlfriends parents, his parents, and of course the unborn child which they both chose to keep.

Mark was financially smart, so investments into right businesses, and profits in right settlements all came together and he was finally able to take care of his girlfriend and 2 year old child without being a hindrance to your family.

They never said it to his face, but he knew they accepted him into their house because you talked them into it.

But through it all, Mark never had a hard heart. He was remorseful and kept trying to make it up to you, your family and his family (who were slightly on communication terms...occassionally they wanted to meet their 'grandson' and Mark and you.)

It was awkward going from a solidly good relationship with his parents the moment you started dating, to being in whatever zone is going on between them and you. They don't hate you, but they're not saying much to you or Mark. They visit Ethan once a year and aren't that big into his life, our yours or even Mark. You don't know exactly how to feel.

But Mark doesn't wear it over his head, or shoulders...he's always....okay.

Which is why at 3am, driving back in an uber to your house (where you believe your husband could be sleeping) you try not to get too worked up and panicked when noting that all your drunk/texts (screenshots) and hinged pictures of you with your... You choke up on your tears and fan yourself for the tears to go away.

You told Mark you had to spend time with the girls- but really you had to resolve matters before it got out of hand. You've failed to resolve the matter, you've failed to keep it all at bay with Jaemin (a man who's not your boyfriend), you've failed in keeping Jaemin just as a secret. And now the whole of the internet has an idea that you were sleeping with somebody else's boyfriend, while you had your own. Shivering, still with tears in your eyes you look at your phone and try not to cry.

You breathe in and out calming yourself down, trying not to dsiplay emotions on your face. "Mark isn't gonna kill you. He won't get mad. You're okay, okay? Don't cry," You repeat over and over earning cryptic looks from the uber driver. But you could care less about that. Right now your mind is on the floating pictures all around social media with your best friend (the same person who released the pictures) Ryujin's caption:

Since you like meddling in people's relationships so much- why not spill a couple of your secrets too </3 Bitch who slept with my man.

Actually it's by grace, chance, luck that you and Mark stayed together. After finding out you were pregnant, some weeks passed and you both came clean to your parents. Mark was always there despite your anger, but lowkey even if you never said it out loud you were happy to always have him even in your roughest of moments. And right now, you hope that he can be understanding.

You don't want to hurt him. You don't want to break his trust. You don't even know why you kept meeting up with Jaemin when everything was just so perfect with Mark.

Paying the driver, getting out the car and stepping onto the porch of the new house Mark bought a week ago, you sigh out when seeing all the lights closed.

Walking up the drive way and using your key to open the doors, you pray in your head that Mark is sleeping.

Locking the doors, you make your way, tip toeing through the hallway to the living room and passed the kitchen... where Mark is seated while gripping tightly onto his phone and covering his mouth tightly.

"Mark..."

"Wait, I'm getting to the best part," Mark holds his finger up with a disheartened smile on his face and a dry forced laugh leaving his lips. "He said, can you come over and then you said, my boyfriend's out, why don't you come over. And he responds with a giggling emoji saying what about your son, and you..." Mark huffs and bites on his lip shutting his eyes tightly.

When he opens them again, his clear eyes coat with glossiness. But he let's out another laugh. It sounds painful, heartbreaking and sad. You can only gulp your own lump.

"You said," Mark laughs lightly continuing to read on his phone. "You said his dad and him both went for a sleep over at his parents house. Come over... I'm... I'm lonely. I need you in me." Mark's face scrunches up in bitterness but a forged and forced smile stiffly remains. "He sent emojis, dirty ones. He sent a pic. You sent a pic. And then. You ask him to send the...pictures he took of you."

Mark can't help it, when the smile refuses to remain on his face and he simply bites on his quivering lip covering his eyes.

This time when his voice comes out, it's barely above a whisper, but you can still hear. Even worse because you can hear the pain laced in each and every deep rooted word he says. "Pictures in our room. On our bed. I bought this house last week, and you already invited him in? For how long?" He can't even speak anymore as the words choke up on his throat. "You said I was crazy,"

"Mark please," You quietly step into the kitchen with prayer hands while shaking your head and the tears making your vision blurry.

"You said I was crazy for even thinking it- but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you looked at my sister's lover." Mark breathes out again, a broken chuckle leaving his lips.

The guilt can't grow any higher then it is. You and Mark's adopted sister were always close since school- and when she introduced you to Mark you grew into an even stronger and tighter bond with her. So it doesn't make sense how you not only broke Mark's heart, but you broke Ryujin's trust as well.

"You didn't even have the fucking guts to tell me yourself? I'm guessing you broke it off tonight because you got caught in HD 4K - and you think you can talk your way into my arms right?"

His breathless laugh spreads in the quiet kitchen as he looks up with his eyes as glossy as ever. A vein poking on his forehead.

"You think you can talk your way into my arms because I'm such a nice guy right?" Mark sniffs and uses his back arm to wipe his eyes. "I need to get out of here-"

"Mark please don't go-" The tears slip quietly from your eyes while you hold onto him- your arms circling around his waist. "Please, I promise it's over. I didn't mean it baby, I love-"

"I can't even ask you if it's true, because it's everywhere." He smiles tightly breaking free from your hug and moving back to the counter. "But I'm still gonna ask you this, when were you gonna tell me?"

You try to move forward again yet he slams his fist against the counter. "Just fucking answer the question- don't touch me. Just answer it. When were you gonna tell me?"

"I promise Mark, I was gonna tell you," You pucker your trembling lips, your face breaking into an ugly cry just as you see his own tears coating his eyes again.

His eyes are on yours just for a second before he shakes his head and looks away. He sniffs and buries his face deep in his hands. "You wanna know what's worse?" He cries, but it morbidly turns into a laugh. He panes his gaze towards you, with the most broken look you've ever seen from Him. "These messages..." He covers his face before looking at you, his glossy eyes staring into your own guilty soul. "They date back to 4 years ago. You've been..." His eyes shut as the words fall out inaudibly. "Ryujin is my sister, your best friend. And you slept with him. I don't even know why I'm even believing and trusting in you when the pictures of your nudes are everywhere on my feed-"

"Mark," You words choke up as you take a step... stopping a few inches from him.

"Can you at least answer me why you did it?"

You shake your head taking another hesitant step- but immediately retreat when he sharply spins and punches the top drawers and cabinets. "Mark stop- please stop! Ethan is sleeping lets not wake him up-"

"Ethan?" Mark has to calm himself down, as he feels his emotions suffocating him. "You're going to think of Ethan now after you've just slept with another man? Fucked him for 4 fucking years behind my back and didn't have the slightest bit of remorse or even shame when sending your body- letting him take pictures of you bare and fucking you in my bed where I sleep with you, in our house-"

"I never meant for it-"

"Don't touch me, I can't-" He cuts himself off leaning over the counter only showing his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," His curses so low. "We've been together for 9 years Y/n," His face scrunches and he bites on his lip. "And you chose to do this now? What happened? Speak to me. I need to hear your voice, please tell me that I really I am going crazy- that it's a fucking prank- because my stupid mind, body and soul refuses to believe that you cheated on me,"

He turns around and you move forward hugging him even as he pushes you off- you still attach your arms around him before trying to hold onto his hands. You try to pipe up trying to fight back on your own blurry eyes. "Mark I broke it off please don't-"

"Broke it off? Are you sure? Because the pictures of tonight, and the- the texts of your slutty conversation- the graphical back and forth nudes you've been sending- all those pictures are on the internet- everywhere- and you're telling me you broke it off? You're dressed like that and are smiling in every picture with him and you're telling me you broke it off?"

His eyes are in shock, there's sadness in his eyes. Mark who never cries looks like he's at his last straw before the tears would start rushing down. It doesn't even help that seeing you right now only takes you back to the images of tonight and how you looked like you were enjoying the feels of the man's hands being all over your body all those times.

When you left this morning, your attire of an open back- black long fitting dress with a dangerously high slit- didn't bother him. However now, after the pictures he saw of that same dress in a restaurant whereby you were smiling and confidently chatting with another man- that same dress that the man couldn't keep his hands off your legs- made his body quake with anger.

You cry and beg. "Mark please understand, it's over please just forget it. I'm sorry-"

"Online they're saying I'm insecure just because I've got a fine fucking woman, who's enjoying her life while the dad is at home with the child," Mark's lips rattle as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen- you'd tell me everything that I've done wrong- you'd never forget, but now because it's you- I should be understanding? Okay? I should be... Cool with it all- that my fucking girlfriend is now accessible to anybody's viewing if they just type in your name right? I'm supposed to not make a fuss because I'm suddenly insecure that my girlfriend can go out, bag some guys, drink and party like she has no family."

You can't hold your tears anymore as they pour out your eyes, your tone in shreds as you stummer out. "Mark I love you so much, I would never-"

His eyes in sharp disbelief peer into your own remorseful eyes. "Don't even lie to me, I'm not fucking naïve!" It's starts with him thrusting his arm far back and throwing his phone against the wall breaking it into millions of pieces just like his heart- before his emotions run wild and he hits on the cabinets. "You don't fucking love me! You don't!" When he picks up the stool and thrashes it against the drawers breaking it- you step back in tears knowing that he's at his peak of anger.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have gone out there!" His voice broken with tears, broken with anger. He hammers the toaster on the floor. Knocks over the trays holding the glasses. "Behind my back! You fucking bitch! Do you even know how much we've suffered to be together!? My house! On my bed! With another man! You don't love me! How could you even! You fucking bitch do you even know how much I love you!?"

Pounds on the cabinets, still yelling his heart out making you cry as you back up. "Mark I'm sorry-"

Thuds, punches, slams against the counter, the glass cabinets. "Does any of this even matter to you?!"

"Mark Ethan-"

"4 years! Fucking 4 years Y/n!? Even you! You let him touch you for 4 years! You let him take my place for 4 years! FUCK!" Mark can't even hear- and when he breaks the glasses in one angry whip he furiously turns to you. "My parents made me chose between you and them and I fucking chose you- they didn't kick me out- I walked out of them because of you. And this is what you do? Y/n not even tw-two years? 4 years!?"

Mark grunts loudly and runs his hand over his head while looking at you. "You told the whole world how you brought a man into our bed?" The tears of anger sprawl out all over his face before he corners you against the wall. "How will you even explain to Ethan the pain you put me through? The embarrassment you put our family through? The shame- we were your legacy! We are your legacy! We fucking became family and then you-! You are my love! 4 years!"

Mark can't control himself anymore. Not wanting to hurt her as she's crying- he balls his fists and storms out the house.

Ethan, worried, anxious, shocked, sad and scared, crouches on the bottom stairs looking as his dad slams the door shut after he leaves. Too afraid to enter the kitchen with his wailing mother, he goes up the stairs quietly, gets under his covers and tries to sleep.

22 Hours after...

Your leg is shivering and bouncing up and down as you stare at your phone. Your tears still stinging your eyes. You messed up. You admit that you've messed up. That you possibly destroyed one for the best relationships you could ever ask for. You cried non stop the whole night in the kitchen, you couldn't even be quiet about it. The kitchen was in shreds with glass and broken objects everywhere. You couldn't even blame Mark for getting angry the way he did.

You felt so guilty and his reaction only made you feel even more guilty. You tried calling him, but remembered how he broke his phone. You tried calling Haechan and begged him to help you- he was just as pissed off at you the way Mark and his friends (Chenle and Jeno) were. But you still begged.

When morning came, you tried to compose yourself as you helped out a quiet Ethan get ready for school. You walked with him to school and came back home with the idea to start cleaning. You ignored all of Jaemin's calls and even blocked his number. You were also afraid to answer any of your other friends who would obviously call you out on your stupid behavior. You just cleaned with your head clouded and jumbled with thoughts.

It's not when Ethan came home by himself did you find yourself in the living room, your leg bouncing as you stared at your phone. Ethan wanted to talk with his dad. And you just told him to change out of his school uniform and that by the time he came down, he'd talk to his dad.

But up till now, looking at the message that was sent to Haechan, you hold in your lips together as you sniff. You know he's found Mark. If he hadn't he would've called you. But since he's not calling, you know Mark's safe.

But none the less after you sent the message that you wanted to speak to Mark, you knew that that kind of approach wouldn't work.

So you type out:

Ethan quietly comes up next to you with a saddened face and his hands together. You don't even know what to say except having your tears coat your eyes. Mark was right. How would you even begin to explain to him? And judging with how everything went down, you know that he most likely heard Mark's burst of anger and all the words that came out of him.

Please Haechan, Ethan wants to talk to his dad

Please, just this once help me out.

Before you can even open your mouth, your phone rings and you instantly pick it up. Your eyes double take on the contact and you gulp.

Mark's mother.

You compose yourself and lick your dry lips as you try not to cry. When you place the phone to your ear, you expect to hear his mother but... "Ethan?" Mark's voice.

You place the phone on speaker and turn to Ethan, signaling him that it's okay to talk. And he does, but his words are so heart quenching that you have to look away. "Dad," He chokes up on his tears and sniffs. "It hurts, badly."

"What hurts so bad my son?"

"My heart," He whimpers out. "I know I said my place is to be the man of the house, but I can't do it dad. I can't be the man dad,"

Mark over the phone can be heard breathing in and you can tell he's shaking his head in sadness. He tries to sound upbeat, but the words themselves aren't linking to how he wants to sound. "No buddy, don't apologize to me. It's me who was at fault, I'm sorry bud, I'm so sorry," Mark's voice is fragile, and you can hear how heavy they are. "Daddy didn't mean to lose his temper and break everything."

Ethan sniffs again and he hiccups. "Are you and mum gonna get a divorce? My friends said that when his parents broke up he started living with his mum, but dad I don't want you to leave. I don't want to be the man of the house, dad please don't leave mum, dad please come back, dad-"

"Darling put your mother on the phone." The stern yet smooth voice belonging to Mark's mother catches you off guard.

"Yes ma'am?" You answer timidly trying to hold onto Ethan as he runs away from you hiding his tears.

"I've got 3 questions to ask you. Do you want to be with my son?" She asks off the bat.

"Yes ma'am." Your spine becomes straight as if she's right in front of you. "I love-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up if per say you and my son had to breakup?"

"Ma'am please-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up?" She asks more precisely. "Yes or no?"

"No, I can't-"

"What are you last words to my son?"

Your heart falls. The color fades from your face as though all the life you once had has been sucked out. "Ma'am please don't do this, I love him-"

"4 years is a long time and frankly, you put my son through a lot with your behavior and attitude. So it's either you say your last words, or I cut the call." Stiff and solidly cold is her tone to you as you cry. "You are not fit to be his anymore. You don't deserve my son-"

You hiccup, your eyes swelling up from how much you've cried. "Can I talk to him? Can I please just talk to him-"

"No."

Even before the call to cut, you can feel it in your soul. You can feel just how it painful, how it hurts and you can feel how your whole being burns.

-fin

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 5

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Type: Series

Summary: Your journey leads you to a town, where you plan to meet Astrid.

Warnings: 18 +, mature themes, abuse, injury, underwear shopping.

Sun breaks across the previously grey sky. It gives some indication to what time it is. You’ve been travelling since the morning. According to Finan it should only be half a days ride to the next town. You would estimate that the group had been travelling for two hours already.

For two hours you’d been in front of Uhtred. Pinned to the front of the saddle due to his size. Caged in by his thick thighs and strong forearms. It would almost be enjoyable if your back would cease its torment.

During your time spent with Steffen he had tried everything to make you break. His ideas weren’t often repeated. Giving you a glimpse into how sick and twisted he could really be. On one of your last days with him, he’d taken a whip to your back. Creating lacerations both long and deep all over.

Even now you were sure they were still open. You had no time from then till now to treat your wounds. Despite Uhtred being your master, you weren’t completely comfortable with him. Not comfortable enough to tell him about said injuries. It was hard to picture Uhtred being a healer of any kind. His talents lay elsewhere.

As far as country roads go, you are convinced this is the most boring. The trees all look the same, the grass is green, the road is a worn yellow colour. Every clop of the horses kicks up dust and continues to fill the air with sound of their hooves. It’s become background noise at this point. You wonder if silence would be better in some cases.

Your eyes glance to beyond the trees that line the sides of the road. Seeing more green grass, ferns bushes and finally flowers.

You see a bunch of pink and white tulips. Growing in a dominantly brown area. They stand out and attract your attention immediately. You know white tulips are Astrids favourite. Pink tulips being your own. The colour is one of your favourites. Reminding you of the sky before night, turning various shades of pink. It takes you back to your family’s farm.

Although the thoughts fill you with sorrow, a strange part of you wants the flowers. A reminder maybe? Of a happier time. Or maybe just because they are beautiful.

You look beside you, seeing all riders preoccupied with thinking. Even Uhtred, as you turn to look behind you, is busy with his own thoughts. Eyes glossy and attention elsewhere.

You decide that now is the time. You put your hands under Uhtred’s arms, holding loosely to the reins. With a tug up his hands have come off, giving you change to move your legs. You swing your right leg over the saddle and slide off the horse. Without stopping you dart into the woods, hearing Uhtred dismount behind you.

Your heart pounds as your feet beat against the floor. Dodging trees in your path as you make your way through the woods. Finally you see your tulips and drop to the floor. You’ve picked three pink and four white by the time Uhtred puts his arms around you. Putting you over his shoulder in one swing.

You grip tightly on to your flowers as he carries you back to his horse.

“You are quite the runner little witch.” He acknowledged, while you stay silent. Happy to have your flowers.

When you reach his horse you can see the rest of the group on guard. Expecting some threat to jump from behind Uhtred.

Instead of saying anything he turns around. Showing you over his shoulder, flowers in hand.

“Flowers?” Finan asks incredulous, “All that for flowers?”

You nod, “They’re pink.”

Your response elicits a huff from the Irishman. It brings a small smile to Uhtred’s lips. Though he hides it from you.

You feel Uhtred’s arms tighter around you this time. Making sure you won’t get the slip on him again. Silence falls over the group once more.

Aftwr a few more hours the town starts to appear. First you see more frequent houses, some farmers of both crops and animals. Then you see small groups of buildings, small villages. Then finally the town. It had a wooden fence surrounding it. Guard manning the gate and walking the fence in rotations.

Uhtred and his group pass without problem. The Lord being well enough known in this town that they show him respect. He’s welcomed in and told where to find lodging.

Uhtred halts his horse near a stable. The stable hand coming out to greet him quickly. The men remove their bags of valuables and hand the horses over to the boy.

You see Uhtred take rope out of his bag, holding out a hand expectantly. You’ve seen this in your vision, so you’ve got some idea to wear it’s going.

He ties the rope around your wrist, acting as a sort of bracelet. Then wraps it around a few times before tying the rope around his own wrist. The short length of rope means you can’t get far away without him knowing.

“I won’t have you running away now Witch.” Uhtred tells you. The last word attracts the attention of the stablehand. The boy looking around curiously at you. Quickly turning when he sees Finan and Sihtric’s glare towards him.

Uhtred leads you around the town beside him. The five of you trek through alleyways and streets alike. Passing many people as you go. None wearing the dark blue cloak you are hoping for.

Uhtred stops you when the group reaches a market square.

He turns to Finan, “I have business with the witch. I’ll meet you at the ale house soon.”

Finan is more than happy to oblige. Leading the way for Osferth and Sihtric.

With tulips still in hand you walk beside Uhtred through the streets. You notice how they seem to have gotten busier. More carriages, more carts, more people. At some point Uhtred had reached down for your hand. Finding it easier to manoeuvre the two of you around. The feeling makes you smile.

You pass through a maze of Stalls. Each covered in a different banner. They sell all sorts of trinkets on the table. From gold and silver to seeds and bread. You see all kinds of gemstone captured in metal on tables filled with jewellery.

You’re lead through the maze. The man attached to you seems to have an exact location in mind. He’s found that location when he stops in front of a stall that’s more hidden to the crowds. A woman stands at the front of the stall, looking over a variety of fabric samples.

“Elenor, it is good to see you.” He greets the woman. She looks at the two of you. A new spark lighting in her eyes. Her face has aged, her hair beginning to grey. But her smile could belong to a young woman. It lights her face and the world around her.

“Uhtred!” She cried, moving around the table to hug him.

“My lord, I did not expect to see you again.” She admits.

He pats her gently on the shoulder. Moving back to reveal you to her.

“I came in needs of your skills.” He tells her. While motioning to you.

She looks you over with appraising eyes. Looking over your rubber ‘shoes’ and black ‘dress’. Her face turns sour as she looks at your tattered clothes.

“My, my,” she repeats again. “Uhtred, you think too highly of my skills.”

He laughs, “Nonsense lady. You are the best seamstress in England. You could surely do something.”

She turns again. This time looking over your body, not your clothes.

Without your knowledge she is estimating your sizes. Mentally working out measurements for dresses and cloaks and shoes and robes.

“I will try Uhtred. What do you need?” She asks. Moving back to her table to look at the various fabrics she has.

You watch with surprised wonder as Uhtred’s words flow into an order. He points to fabrics and names a gown he wants made from that. You hear him mention a cloak and shoes and finally nightwear. A part that makes you blush, as he points to the more lacy of the fabrics for those choices. You had no idea Uhtred was so knowledgeable in womens clothes. You would tease him if you didn’t feel so grateful for it.

“Hmm, a large order like this will surely cost Uhtred.” She mutters, looking over her ribbons and fabrics.

“It will be no issue. Here,” he pulls money out of a coin bag attached to his belt. “Take this as a part of what is to come.”

She smiles, retreating to her tent. The large black tent is set up behind her stall. Blending into the background. As the flap opens you see a whole work room of dresses and gowns galore. The sight makes your eyes widen.

A tug on your wrist has you moving back through the market maze. Back to the square where you started. You take a new path to the Alehouse. The roads less crowded on this part of town.

“Thank you Uhtred.” You tell him, trying to meet his gaze.

“I can’t have my witch looking like a beggar.” He brushed you off. Trying to dirty the kind gesture.

You see through his act and can’t help but feel a little happier. The tulips in your hands are still surprisingly intact. It reminds you that you need to be looking for Astrid.

Among the carts of traders you see her. Her cloak is down and her hair is flowing around her. While she stands out from the crowd, the market is much too busy to keep an eye on her.

The constant pull from Uhtred makes it no easier to see her. Even with your frantically moving head, moving from side to side. When you leave that particular street you realise it’s hopeless. Not while you’re attached to Uhtred.

So you sigh and decide to wait for another opportunity.

The air inside the alehouse is hot from the crowd inside. The walls trap in the shouts and laughs and belches. The sounds bouncing of the stone walls.

Uhtred leads you to a table in the corner. Sihtric and Osferth are already sat. You see Finan at the bar, seeming to be flirting with the barmaid from the way he leans against the bar and speaks in low tones.

“Sit witch.” Uhtred commands when he sees you stood there staring.

When your sat he pulls at the rope on his wrist. Loosening it in his end, then uniting the knot around yours. It brings small relief to have your wrist unbound. You place your bunch of flowers on the oak table. Taking a moment to rub your now free wrist.

When Finan returns he looks very proud of himself. He carries two metal tankards, you assume for himself and Uhtred. Sihtric and Osferth already nursing their own.

The group talks amongst themselves. Talking of plans for when they reach Coccham. Some plans of new buildings for town, or their next adventure. You tune most of it out. Still trying to find an opportunity to go and search for Astrid.

When they men have moved on to their second tankards and are well on their way to getting drunk, you decide to make your move.

“I need to piss.” You say, hard in your resolve and leave little room for embarrassment or a smile. You hope the crude nature of your request makes them believe your lie.

It brings a choke from Osferth and a laugh from Finan.

“You will piss later.” Uhtred tells you. Brushing you off.

You frown. You need him to let you leave, now.

“Either I leave and find somewhere to go,” You pause. Making sure he sees the seriousness in your eyes. “Or I piss here.”

Finan stops his laughter with his hand as he watches Uhtred for a reaction.

His brows furrow, feeling as though you hide something more.

“Fine, you can have your piss. If you go anywhere else other than to piss, I’ll tie you to my bed post for the night.” Your eyes widen at his hushed words.

Trying to give little away as you nod. No matter where you end up tonight, you need to see Astrid. So you grab your flowers then stand and leave. making your way to the main town square again.

When you leave the men pull their heads closer, ready to question Uhtred. It’s clear from taking the flowers, you lie about where you plan to go.

“I think she plans to leave Uhtred.” Sihtric suggests. Keeping his voice low as he leans in towards the Lord. He knows his friend plans to keep you in their company. For obvious reasons he sees that you have the potential to be useful.

Uhtred nods, “That’s why I plan for you to follow her.”

Sihtric huffs, shaking his head. The last thing he wants to do is follow you anywhere.

“A monk would be spotted too easily from the crowd,” Uhtred tries to reason. “And Finan has no knowledge on being quiet.”

The comment causes the Irishman to jab him playfully. Sihtric relents, finishing his tankard in a few swallows and following you out the door.

He follows you as you wander down the street of the alehouse. Missing plenty of communal latrines on your way. Clearly you are not going to piss like you say. The sight makes his eyes narrow, feeling more suspicious of you.

He watches as you reach the town square. Looking around almost desperately, pink and white tulips in hand. You stop looking and almost run down towards an alleyway.

He follows at a distance. Positioning himself at the mouth of the alley so he can both see and hear what you do and say. But stays close enough to the marchants that he doesn’t look like he’s spying on you.

You almost tackle Astrid as you embrace her. Your eyes start to leak when you realise you can hold her again. From your time at the covenant, she had become a sort of second mother to you.

She wraps her strong arms around you. The action making you feel young again. Before things took such a turn.

“Hello (Y/N).” It’s the first time in a long time someone has used your name. Not witch, not lady, not anything other than your name. It fills your body with warmth.

“Oh Astrid, so much has happened. There’s so much to tell you and little time.” You practically sob. Burying your head into her leather chest plate.

Under her dark blue cloak she’s adorned in armour. The sight not unusual for the Dane. She often wore clothes similar to those seen on the battle field. You felt the hilt of her sword against your hip.

“I know little star,” you earned the name from all your stargazing. “The Elders have seen your struggle. They know of your parents death, of your killing of Steffens men, they know of Steffen. Child I am sorry for the pain he has coursed. But I have come to give you a message from the Elders.”

“They have told me of what they see. They say you travel now with your true master, Uhtred of Bebbaburgh. Is this true?”

You nod pulling away from the woman. Holding your flowers tightly in your fist.

“I am glad you have found protection. The Elders tell me to warn you of Steffen. He continues to hunt for you. He plans to take you to his bed and break your bond to Uhtred.”

You think you should be unable to feel shock at this point. You knew that was his plan for you. You just don’t expect him to still be hunting.

“They want you to know about your bond to a master, specifically Uhtred,” she paused looking around. “They have seen a future union between the two of you. One of marriage.”

You face heats and you feel dizzy. Between you and Uhtred? The man that practically hates you? He is your master and nothing more.

“If a seer and their master bind,” she raises an eyebrow so you can see the meaning behind her words. “Their bond cannot be broken. He will stay your master even if Steffen tries to break your bond. You will stay forever attached to Uhtred.”

It’s hard to process the new information. You would do anything to make sure you don’t lose your bond to Uhtred. But sex?

You’d never done anything with anyone before. You’d never had the chance. But now you find out that having sex with anyone but Uhtred will break the bond between you two. Leaving you masterless. Your sight would be uncontrolled. Who knows where it might lead you.

How would Uhtred feel about this. He seems to care very little about learning anything about you. He calls you witch, not your name. Yet he still keeps you with him.

“I also come bringing gifts. This dagger is for you. It’s small and light and easy to conceal. You can do so in this leg scabbard.” She pulls the dagger from her bag, handing it to you.

She also pulls out a pot of what looks like a herby paste. “This is for your wounds. You must apply it once daily for the next few week. Or else they will become yellow and poisoned . May Steffen rot in Niflheim the puny bastard.”

Her insult makes you laugh, as pitiful as it is. You dry your tears, handing her your flowers.

“Thank you little star. You are too kind. I must leave now. The seers have sent me elsewhere.” She tells you. Putting the flowers in a pocket of her bag.

“When will I see you again?” You ask, voice weak, afraid of her answer.

She wipes your face, “Do not cry baby seer, fate will have us meet soon. I am certain.” She hugs you a final times before leaving the alley.

When she is out of sight you steady yourself against the wall. Then begin to sob, loudly. You slide down the wall, collapsing to your knees. You wish for the life of your mother, your father, to return to you. You wish Steffen would leave you gone. You wish your new Master and his friends cared for you more. All while feeling the horrid cuts along your back against the cold stone wall.

You take many deep breaths to calm yourself. Feeling the tears drain out of you, along with the last of your energy. You wish to be in bed, sleeping. Back on your families farm. You wish for your only worries to return to feeding the horses and collecting the harvest.

But that was not the case. Now you needed to get up and deal with your situation. It would not be solved sitting on the floor of a dirty alley.

So you get up, brush your tatty dress off, and begin your walk back to the Tavern.

#angelsworks post #uhtred the last kingdom #osferth the last kingdom #the last kingdom osferth #the last kingdom x reader #sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom #the last kingdom series #finan the last kingdom #dark

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luneshallshine · 2 years

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✂ ateez as kinks (m)

ateez is seriously my ult group right now, so let's go!

(i bias hwa so i might be favoring him...slightly..)

*did i mention i suck at smut..? hehe.

minors n ageless blogs do not interact please! afab!reader (use of female terms)

ღ seonghwa, soft dom

♫ playing now : btbt by b.i.

breeding kink

have yall SEEN this man talk about kids

like omg he is DRIPPING breeding kink energy

he would enjoy the intimacy of cumming inside you :(

he would hug you and his breath staggers into your ear

he has dreamed of a family with you and will always make sure you're ok with everything

once you give him the green light, he's hiding all the condoms in the house tho beware

"yes.. just a little more sweetie, i'll fill you up nicely."

praise kink (giving and receiving)

he is the sweetest ever :((

such a soft dom i can't picture him as anything else

he would kiss all your insecure spots

do NOT even think of putting yourself down

he will fuck those bad thoughts out of you

when your man crumbles at the sight of you, how can you hate yourself?

he will melt if you praise him even just once

even just a little "good job" will have him shifting in his seat

"good girl, you're just so perfect for me, aren't you?"

size kink

he's decently tall

would adore a smaller partner

the way he can cage you with just his body??

never thought he had a size kink until he met you

the way you look up at him when he kabedons you

pls let him manhandle you! he doesn't workout for nothing

"how is it possible for someone to be so tiny? you can't even take my fingers.."

ღ hongjoong, switch

♫ playing now : thinkin bout you by katie

impact play (giving)

he will enjoy punishing you

a secret sadist i swear

has belts and whips ready in your bedroom

likes bending you over his knee/lap

his fav part to hit is your ass, flat or not

the smile he has on his face when you cry

always reminds you of your safe word though

"your ass always looks nicer once it's red.."

rigging (giving and receiving)

tie

him

up!

restrain him to your headboard

he will love it

loves the struggle

finds pleasure in you using his cock however you'd like

make him your cute lil rope bunny :(

will enjoy tying you up, but not as much as he likes being tied up

"these ropes can't keep me from fucking you later babe.."

ღ yunho, switch (leaning soft dom)

♫ playing now : mmmh by kai

size kink

one nickname i see a lot of people use for yunho is "tiny"

yes

that nickname fits him so well

he would THRIVE knowing his partner needed him to assist her with everyday tasks

buldge kink falls under this for yunho

he loves running his long fingers on your cute full tummy

he loves how his tiny can't run from his large grasp on her

"aww look at your cute tummy tiny, so full of me, only me.."

somnophilia (giving and receiving)

would love the feeling you wrapped around him when he's still sleepy

would become so obedient and soft :(

just pleading with you to let him cum, let him please you

he's so sleepy and vulnerable to your charms

thinks he's watching an angel ride him when he dares to open his eyes

his favorite way to wake you up is eating you out

"fuck..this is the best dream ever, don't..don't stop tiny please."

ღ yeosang, switch

♫ playing now : babydoll (speed) by ari abdul

muscle kink

his arms

siR PLEASE

loves carrying you everywhere

he works out hard and he wants you to feel them

his arms pinning you down.. <3

his arms holding you into one position as he goes in and out of your cunt

"don't you like it when i fuck you against this wall? all you need is me to stay upright.."

temperature play, ice cubes (giving)

enjoys watching you squirm as he trails the ice down your tits

to your cute tummy

to your sensitive thighs

and then he watches it melt in your mouth

as he stays quiet, watching your reactions intently

will have a vib in your cunt during his play

"so sensitive darling.. do you like the coldness? what if i touch your warmth right here.."

ღ san, switch (maybe hard dom..)

♫ playing now : pour up by dean

impact play (giving)

i think he has dom tendencies

loves watching your ass turn red (an ASS man)

and loves feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers when he spanks you

might slap your face n cunt with his cock :(

he IS a sadist

but loves consent

a big tease as well :((

"count your slaps for me, good girl, you want more? of course you do.."

pet play, power dynamics (giving)

plEASE do not flame me for this

have you seen how he plays w byeol

he would love seeing his cute little sub dressed up in kitty attire

ready to please him

bonus if you act cute

he will open up his lap and tell you to sit down

yes sir

"does my little kitty want my love? you gotta work for it kitty. nothing's free."

ღ mingi, switch (leaning sub)

♫ playing now : heyahe by one

dumbification (giving and receiving)

he would love to be fucked dumb by your cunt every now and then

just so he can cry out your name and whine for more :(

loves falling into your control

also?? just the THOUGHT of having this big guy under YOUR control?? drooling, frothing.

also loves fucking you dumb as well

he goes well with a dumb fucked out baby :)

"baby..baby..more, please more. i can..handle it."

size kink

when he's not feeling subby, he will love manhandling you

the 180s this man does on stage?? yeah definitely the same in bed

he could your big dumb baby (himbos rise) one day and your daddy the next

he loves how you can't really escape even though he's barely using force (he doesn't like hurting you)

the sweetest dom as well

"don't run, but i don't need to tell you that, right? you couldn't run even if you wanted to."

ღ wooyoung, switch (HEAVY sub)

♫ playing now : fever by enhypen

degradation (receiving)

this man says he get butterflies from being yelled at ...

he's a bratty sub if i've EVER seen one

degrade him

insult him

slap him if you want to

this man is a simp for you and will let you do whatever

has heart eyes when you humiliate him

"yes i'm your bitch, please don't stop.. i'll be good, i promise!"

orgasm denial (giving and receiving)

as much as he is a bratty lil sub

he has his dom moments, and it shows when wooyoung teases you

he will deny you your orgasm whenever he can, and he'll love it

will die for your cute whines and pleads for him to just let you cum

however .. turn the tables and he is the most vocal man on the planet

cries tears of absolute bliss

use your cunt on him !!

will surrender everything to you

just let him cum, pretty please :(

"please, i wanna ... i wanna cum in your beautiful cunt, please..!"

ღ jongho, dom

♫ playing now : god damn by i.m

size/muscle kink

ateez has so many 'size kink' men istg

jongho may not be super tall

but he is WIDE

he can manhandle you no doubt

he is so wellbuilt im-

his legs spreading yours apart

his body completely overshadowing you, so if anyone walks in, they won't be able to see you

cling onto his wide shoulders

bonus if you scratch!

"just look at how my body covers yours in my shadow, so beautiful honey.."

cockwarming

this goes hand in hand with his size kink

will enjoy keeping you from moving with just his body alone

when he's feeling soft, he'll just cuddle you in a bear hug while his cock is snug inside you

if you start trying to move to tease him, he'll grip your hips and keep you in place with ease

enjoys the intimacy

will want to do a lot of things whilst his cock is in you

"you feel so nice, twitching around my cock when you can't move, oh honey.."

hey! you proud of me? this is my first nsfw work EVER, in my whole 19 yrs of my life, i have never written smut! hope you liked it,, it was a struggle fs, and i struggled with jongho's :((

see you later!

ღ lune

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x-candy-guts-x · 1 year

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PaRT TWO

•You were going to head for the door when it opened before you could get to it. In its doorway stood a tall, muddied grey and black crocodilian scaled individual in his classic dark mask.

•”NOT YOU-“ you tried to bolt past him when you were shocked. You grasped at the collar in pain. You were going to attempt to get it off but you were grabbed by the rear of it and thrown back into the room onto the bed.

•”Ooman of mountain not in danger!” Next to you a little voice rang out. The little toddler bastard, the chubby youngest of the group that you’d saved previously rang out and you pulled back in shock. You looked to the big one and back to the little one.

•”oh. Great. You sent your fucking kid to drug me.”

•a chuffle and rapid clicking came from the adult, The one who bought you in the first place. He strides across the room in just a couple steps, ruffling the kids head and leaning down to your eye level.

•”I will remove.” He said lowly. Pointing to the collar around your neck. “If you behave.” nodding you agreed. His scaly hands came up and with surprising care removed the clasp. His claws just barely grazing the bruising. You rubbed your neck and remained silent. The door was still wide open. You could try to make a run for it. But where would you go? They knew of your cave. You could try running up river but the tracks would be obvious. Swim? Maybe.. but with the recent rain the current would still be pretty hard to work against.

•he stood up and offered you his hand. Carefully you took it and he guided you to the living room. The place looked small, cozy, and sort of like a bungalow. It was and dimly lit and the front door was wide open. He gestured for you to have a seat while he walked into the kitchen. His son now across the room playing with his wooden T-rex.

•You considered making a run for it. But looking outside you had to guess it was every bit of a 100ft drop. The stairs spiraled down the trunk and to the ground but it would take you much longer to navigate that than it would him. On one of the larger seats you saw your stuff. Your pelts were in a small pile and your knife and wood for carving where sitting on top of it. He’d went and gone out of his way to bring your things here. Sitting down you began carving until he brought you some food. It looked like some sort of dried meat and mashed potato. Only the potato was a blue color. You’d fallen asleep towards the end of your next carving. This one being a praying mantis about the size of your fist. It’s wings splayed out like it was flying. You were rather proud of this one. Your yautja picked up your limp form and his sons and brought the two of you to the main bedroom. You were laid on the floor with some soft furs and the one you’d managed to kill not to long ago was draped over you like a blanket. It was like a wild boar but it had six tusks and large spikes went down it’s back. You debated even trying to hunt it but upon seeing how docile it was and how absolutely hungry you were you went for it. Using the spikes and tusks for more carving material. It was covered in cotton soft black fur only about a cm thick. It felt much like a chinchilla, just big and scarier looking.

•When morning came the two yautjas were nowhere to be seen. You took the opportunity to explore the tree house. It wasn’t too big, mostly just tall and decor was fairly sparse save for the mounted skulls and one picture on the side of his bedroom. It had him, a taller female and his son but as an infant. There was also a furry six tusked pig. ‘Ah shit.’

• all day long for the coming days you carved away. About two weeks in youd assembled a whole menagerie of wooden critters. You gave the little yautja who you came to know as (bro I have no idea someone help me or he’s gonna be called timmy 🔫) quite a few over that time and his dad you called crock. His scales and color reminded you of the salt water crocodiles back home. You began carving him one when they both came through the door. You stood up and greeted them and the little one hugged your legs. He didn’t really speak much but the wonder in his eyes said it all. You were his magical ooman of the mountain. Bringer of wooden creatures. Smiling you reached for the chair and held out a large cloth. Wrapped up in it were several carvings. Pointing at the door you looked to his dad. Hoping they would get the idea to give these carvings to the other children.

• crock shook his head. You could see his face due to the mask but his posture loosened. He took hold of the cloth in one hand and yours in the other. “It is time tiny ooman met her little followers.” This puzzled you but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it when you were slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and out the door y’all went. Making it to the ground he sat you down and the group went quiet. The kids all stared at you wide eyed as crock handed you back the cloth. He nudged you forward. There was a pause. You laid the cloth on the ground and opened it. The pile of maybe six wooden figures revealed and the children ran to you.

•he watched from the side with the other adults as you told them stories of the creatures of earth. You still didn’t have the heart to tell them that deer were in fact not massive dangerous carnivores. His chest filling with a sense of calm joy as you played with the little ones. And also, a bit of sadness.

This is so bad and I can’t believe it took me like three days to come up with it ugh. Anyway I’m debating doing one last part but I’m not entirely sure how to wrap it up. I have a rough idea but let me know if you want me to include anything specific :) I also have requests open so feel free to slam one into my inbox lol.

Edit: welp here’s the next part lmao

#predator x human #predator x reader #yautja #predator x you #predator #predators

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 8 months

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Fingering snippet (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Here's a lil preview of what's cooking y'all. This is my first time writing smut and it all started because @iamasaddie likes to torture me with pictures of pedro's hands while I'm on my period 🙃. I have never been so feral for a man's hands before, like this is actually ridiculous.

idk how y'all write smut because I keep getting turned on and ...distracted. anyways, I hope to have this done and posted by the weekend.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit descriptions of smut, swearing, hand kink?, daddy kink

Sneak peak under the cut:

Joel’s not stupid, he knows when you’re baiting him. That doesn’t mean he’s not past teasing and torturing you some more while you’re apart until you get home and then he can have his way with you. Not only does he know your body so well when you’re being intimate, he also knows your cycle down to a tee. The man is ridiculously attentive, scrutinizing every change in your mood, your body, your taste. So naturally he knows when you’re ovulating, when you need him the most.

But of course he doesn’t make it easy. He wants to hear you say it. He loves hearing how desperate you are for his touch, his cock.

[Joel]: Yeah? What do you need from daddy? Tell me.

You whine to yourself and clench your legs together again. Fingers trembling as you struggle to type out a response, the ache between your legs growing significantly as he works you up.

[You]: your fingers. And your cock, and your mouth. Wanna feel your thick fingers stretching me out daddy, fucking me so hard till I cum all over them and can’t think anymore.

He doesn’t reply for a couple minutes. Bouncing your leg frantically, you try to remember how long you’ve been away from your desk now. Then, his next message comes through.

[Joel]: these hands babygirl?

Your breath deepens and your mouth starts to salivate as you open his message. The picture reveals Joel’s left hand, spread out over what you assume are blueprint plans on a table or workbench for a project he is overseeing. There’s a half empty water bottle on the table off to the side, you’re pretty sure it’s a normal sized water bottle but it looks puny compared to his massive hand. His hand is dirty, covered with what you assume is grease, a dusting of sawdust barely covers his veins peaking through. You also catch a glimpse of his lower belly in the frame of the picture, just barely seeing his toolbelt peeking out around his narrow waist, a few tools hanging out of the pockets.

[You]: Fuck. Yes Daddy. Wanna suck on your fingers till my pussy is dripping and feel them inside me.

You're past the point of caring, dignity thrown out the window hours ago. Your thoughts are consumed by Joel and only Joel. Another buzz, a couple minutes later and Joel’s sent another photo, and you can feel the moment that your resolve cracks.

He must have gone somewhere private, another office or bathroom on the jobsite he’s at, cause the picture you’re drooling over shows that same massive hand gripping the now very obvious bulge in his underwear. Not a full on nude, he knows better than to give you that satisfaction while you’re at work, not when you’ve been naughty. Oh but it does the job.

You let an audible groan and your head thunks against the wall of the bathroom stall, your pussy throbbing in agony over its emptiness. Ignoring the little voice in your head reminding you of the ticking clock, you pray that no one walks into the bathroom and snake your hand into your panties, slipping between your folds, down to your entrance where your arousal is leaking out persistently. Before you can even bring your fingers up to circle your clit, your phone buzzes again.

[Joel]: No touching yourself angel. You know better than that.

“Fucking hell.” A desperate sound leaves your mouth as you sob with irritation. You can just picture the knowing smirk plastered across his face.

Of course he knew. Because he’s Joel. Even when he’s not with you, he reads your body like a novel. Knowing you better than you knew yourself, knowing all the right buttons to push. It’s partly what makes you so fucking crazy about him.

This little cat mouse flirtation was part of the foreplay, the best kind of foreplay if the wetness seeping out of your cunt was anything to go by. But at this point you feel like you’re at your wits end.

[You]: 😒. I am not gonna make it through the rest of the workday.

[Joel]: Don’t start something that you can’t finish babygirl.

He had a point, but then again, you didn’t fall easily. As much as it was easy to submit to Joel, you enjoyed being defiant just for the sake of it. And it made your punishment all the more worthwhile, getting him all worked up so he would be rougher with you. You reveled in it.

[You]: Well, technically I could finish, since you’re not here to help me.

You exhale shakily, feeling the pulse between your legs grow stronger. That was definitely going to get you in trouble.

[Joel]: Testing Daddy’s patience so much today. Try it and see what happens angel.

Biting your lip, you squirm on the toilet seat, trying to regain some feelings in your now numb legs. The commanding tone, the thinly veiled threat. He might as well be whispering in your ear. Just then, he sends another message quickly.

[Joel]: Plus, you and I both know that you don’t cum as hard on your own fingers, compared to when Daddy plays with you. But if you wanna do it that way then be my guest babygirl, just remember I’ll know if you do. I’ll see you in a few hours.

With that your phone screen goes black as it locks, the time on your backlit screensaver mocks you.

11:47 a.m.

Exhaling sharply you tilt your head back, pulling your skirt back down and looking at the harsh fluorescent ceiling lights. The next 5 hours were going to be the longest 5 hours of your life.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic

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kit-williams · 4 months

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Note: Barn Anon. decided to play around with this idea while zoning out through work.

He hoists his backpack higher as he trudges through the thick undergrowth. The mocking words of his fellow researchers echo in his mind and he grits his teeth. Soon, soon he will prove them wrong. His backpack suddenly gets pulls off him and he turns to see none other than his own Ultramarine staring back at him. No words are spoken but he can feel the disapproval and wariness in his gaze.

"Look, all I need is proof okay? Just something, anything! I know I'm right about this... You believe me don't you?" He looks up at his Ultramarine who has been his loyal pet friend for the past few years.

A deep sigh comes from the blue behemoth but his friend doesn't leave. Good enough for him he figures. Slipping a hang into his pocket he pulls out a map that's decorated with the ramblings of a madman and old drops of blood. But if he is right then the former owner of this map isn't mad, the former owner didn't die chasing fantasies. Crude sketches of landmarks and arrows with half sensible annotations give him the directions he seeks. A few more days of trekking through this unforgiving forest, just a few more days.

The sun was just starting to set behind the mountains when he spots it, rushing forward and ignoring the alarmed shouts from his Ultramarine. His eyes are set on the massive and slightly eerie run down structure in front of him. it looks like part of a fortress's outer walls. It's design reminds him of what that massive pack of Imperial Fists had built in the park near his home. Yet it has it's own distinct characteristics that differ from the typical fortresses built.

His Ultramarine is at his side and trying to pull him away from the structure but he pulls away from his pet friend. Instead he takes his camera out and starts snapping pictures. His eyes are drawn to an worn out symbol and he rushes to clear the leaves and vines off it. Could it be? The symbol of one of the Lost Legions? A frustrated grumble leaves his lips when he realizes it's getting quite dark. When he turns to get his backpack from his Ultramarine, he's annoyed when his Ultramarine refuses to do so and starts pulling at his arm.

Why? He knows how much this discovery means to him! With this he can prove to his fellow researchers that he was right! The Lost Legions? They still exist, far from the touches of human civilization. There's more breeds of space marines out there than they thought and he will be right!

Then his Ultramarine seems to have heard something. He lets out a startled shout when he's picked up and held over his Ultramarine's arm. His Ultramarine now at full sprint away with him from the structure. Anger and annoyance flares and burns only to sputter out when in the growing darkness, he spots shadows moving without a sound. Each one the size of a Space Marine yet with they have their own distinct style that mark them different from the Loyalists and Chaos that are already so well known.

Then a shot rings out. His Ultramarine falls and he hits the ground hard, half crushed under his Ultramarine. The last thing he sees are more silhouettes of the Lost Legion marines closing in as his Ultramarine tries fruitlessly to fight them off. He closes his eyes one last time.

He was right about the Lost Legions.

Barn Anon gonna be honest I feel like a publisher for your works because how do I add onto this? I spent the past 5 minutes trying to figure out how to add onto this.

I tried my best

Feel free to ignore my addition I decided to try something a little bit more horror? A little bit more dread? A little bit more

But like I said feel free to ignore this

He opens his eyes feeling sore... sore? He makes the mistake of looking down and swallowing a scream. There must be a tech-marine around or a techpriest as the leg that was crushed under his Ultramarine companion was fully replaced by mechanics that few people seem to understand how it works.

No one wants to look deeper into the sudden appearance of these demi-god like beings... no one wants to question their behaviors... no one wants to look beyond the surface that there are suddenly demigods who decided to spend time with certain humans. Everyone likes to joke how they adopted their marine when in the painful itching cancerous thought in the back of your mind tells you the truth... they chose you for some reason. To accept the love and affection that people give to them just like his Ultramarine.

They speak in that language that no one can really follow as soon the helmeted heads all turn to his groggy face. He is painfully aware of how thirsty he is and how weak he is. He's painfully aware of his own mortality is this how some owners feel right before they get mauled.

He sees his Ultramarine rush into the room and carefully pick him up.

"I was right." He says deliriously with a pale smile, "They do exist."

A childing sigh and some words he doesn't understand are the reply as an unarmored hand just pets his hand. In this situation he feels like the silly little pet that got hurt and just woke up... tail wagging and happy to see its owner.

"Rest." A raspy voice scrapes out from a hooded figure as he looks away from the uncomfortable face... with tubes and wirings pushing and plugged into human flesh. He never did like admech... far too horrifying. But he somehow heeded it leaving his Ultramarine to deal with the consequences of this expidition.

What was going to happen to them?

#space marine husbandry #Barn Anon #kit answers #answer #answered #reply #kit replies #tales from the barn #space marine husbandry sentience

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sleepingdeath-light · 7 months

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barnaby + going into rut early hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🎋 anon (15/07/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; sfw | nsfw

character(s) ; barnaby b. beagle

outline ; “Hello! I wanted to request a Welcome Home NSFW fanfic (I'm 19 years old!! :DD)

I was wondering if it could be a Barnaby x Male reader, where Barnaby gets his rut early (It being a really difficult one? not sure lol) and goes to find the reader at their home!

🎋 Anon (Hopefully this emoji isn't taken-)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dom!barnaby, anal sex, unprotected sex, anal cream-pie, size kink, overstimulation, dumbification

note ; playfellowxxx was the tag created by clown and the team specifically for nsfw content — if you don’t want to see that sort of thing then that is the tag to block

note 2 ; i have altered the request a little bit to have the reader going over to find barnaby rather than the other way around but the rest of the request remains unaltered, i hope that the original requested doesn’t mind!

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barnaby is usually perfect at tracking his heat cycles, keeping a calendar and leaving notes around to remind himself that it’s coming and he has this long to prepare for it (stock up on food at the bugdega, calling you to stay over with him for the duration, clearing up his schedule, etc.) — but somehow, somehow, this one had managed to catch him completely off guard

he’d just been meandering back home from howdy’s bugdega, arms full of groceries and snack foods after a successful shopping trip in advance of your weekly date night (you’d decided to cook dinner together, instead of just ordering takeout like usual) when he’d been hit with a sudden wave of heat rushing to his cock as his abdominal muscles tightened and flexed — a pleasurable but startling feeling so sharp that he nearly dropped his bags, but thankfully he managed to catch himself just in time before panicking and rushing back home before his mind fogged up too much for him to care about preserving his dignity

of course his first instinct is to call you, hands trembling as he dials those familiar numbers once again — this time with slightly blurred vision, a body so aroused he’s trembling, a painful ache between his legs, and heaving breaths as he desperately tries to calm his nerves and ‘keep his cool’ (or as much as he can, hunched over the phone whilst clenching those large thighs together to try and temporarily deal with himself)

thankfully — fucking thankfully — you pick up after the first dial and barnaby almost sobs when he hears your voice, staticky and cutting out with poor reception but still yours, calling out to him

and then he opens his mouth and the words just fall out — coming so quickly that you only manage to catch a few syllables here or there through the slurred, staticky mess you were receiving… but those spese few bits were enough for you to get the broader picture of your boyfriend’s struggles

early… heat… help… can’t… hurts…

and that was all you needed to know before you promised to be there ‘soon’ and grabbed the bare essentials (the lubricant you’d found to work best for the two of you, your favourite pillow, and your fluffiest blanket) and hurrying out the door, still in your pyjamas, to go over and help your poor boyfriend deal with his heat

(of course your priority was taking care of barnaby, but you knew from experience that ‘helping’ would be quite rough on your body and you wanted to at least make sure you were comfortable when he wreaked you)

the moment you arrived barnaby practically pounced on you, barely giving you the time to kick the door shut behind you before he was upon you: pupils dilated so wide you could barely see his eyes, lips wet with spit, whole body trembling, chest heaving, cock out and straining and hard, as he begged you to please let him fuck you

and, of course, ever the loving and selfless boyfriend, you accepted — on the condition that he at least control himself long enough for you to prep yourself with the lubricant you bought so he didn’t actually tear you in half

a condition that he accepted, sitting back on his heels and palming himself as he intently watched what you were doing — groaning and moaning as you prepped and stretched and soothed yourself until you were finally ready to take him and manoeuvred yourself into a more comfortable position

that position happened to be doggy style, ironically, but it had worked well in the past and you didn’t exactly have the time to consider an alternative when barnaby was clearly on the brink of losing it already, so it would just have to do

and barnaby really didn’t hold back with you once you gave him the ‘okay’

fucking into you so harshly that you were pretty much thrown across the floor with every thrust, arms collapsing beneath you until you were held up only by his tight grip on your thighs — just letting yourself be used to his desire

stretching your ass out on his aching cock, groaning and grunting at how tight you were around him despite how many times you’d been intimate before and all of the (admittedly rushed) preparation you’d done

slamming his hips roughly against your ass in such a way that that lingering coherent part of yourself knew that you’d be bruised and unable to sit by the time he was sated

practically using you as a glorified cocksleeve whilst letting out a string of pants, cusses, groans, grunts, and moans — only occasionally interspersing a half-slurred, half-howled cry of your name whenever he crashed through another orgasm

cumming inside of you again, and again, and again, until you were filled to the brim with his seed and even then not stopping — too far gone to care about the masses of cum leaking from your spent hole, dripping down the backs of your thighs, and falling to the floor to form a puddle you were getting closer and closer to collapsing onto by the minute (nor even seeming to notice the smears of his release staining the fur around his crotch as he kept on fucking into you)

turning you into a dumb, thoughtless mess beneath him as he continued to use you — smaller and more fragile than him, only knowing how to take his cock and cry out like a slut, mouth hung agape and eyes fluttering closed as you moaned, and whimpered, and groaned, and grunted, and called out for him until your throat was raw and your voice hoarse, and even after that

you really were a mess: covered in sweat from head to toe, with paw shaped bruises sure to form on your thighs and hips where he’d grabbed and groped you, saliva smeared across your face and tears of overstimulation pouring from your eyes, his cum practically pouring from your ass, and your own seed smeared across your stomach and thighs as you whimpered and sobbed your way through yet another orgasm

too much, too much, too much, and yet you were unable to think of anything but him and how fucking good it felt to have him on and inside of you

to get manhandled, tossed around, used and fucked until you were his dumb ‘breeding’ bitch (or so he’d called you in his breeding season fuelled haze) — how good it felt to be used and allowed to be thoughtless and dumb and blank

and even if it was starting to hurt now — the stretch, the throbbing, the grabbing — you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain (not even if you could think anything about it) as you knew that once barnaby came out the other side and the haze cleared that you’d be receiving the best aftercare you’d ever known

a reward in the form of rest and good food and cuddles for being such an attentive boyfriend

… that small coherent part of you just hoped that this heat wouldn’t last too long because the bottle you’d brought was almost empty and neither of you were in any position to go out and get a refill

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 156. brb x oc

a/n: sorry for the short chapter i had a weird day 8) and im trying to calm down from it lol (reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff. fluffy fluff uwu

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While both of them were extremely happy knowing the twins’ gender - for right now, they’d have to check it again in a few months to be sure - Rooster knew he had to mentally prepare for the time he was to be deployed. It was talked about it, everyone knew it too, so it was better to manage his emotions before they left, it’d be easier.

Not to mention he’d want Mav to know about it too, before they were out of the country.

He taps his pen against his palm as he leans back on his chair, lips pursed - reports thankfully filled and piled up on the corner of his desk- and his eyes locked on his facing down phone. He had to figure out how long they’d be away and…well, be ready to see a bigger Nicole when he returns because he knew it’d happen.

Rubbing his eyes with his fingertips,Rooster decides to get himself some water or something because he wants to distract himself. The thought that Nicole would be bigger and Beatrice’s pregnancy could be nearing it’s end did bother him, yes, of course it did, he’d be an idiot to say it wouldn’t…but they talked about it several times. She’d send him pictures and videos and she’d keep him updated.

“The last thing I want is you getting worried when you are so far away from me.”

His cheeks warm up as those sweet words echo in his brain for a few seconds, his smile widening because Beatrice was just an angel in the flesh. She was painfully sweet, he had to admit their relationship did grow a lot more over the years they’ve been together. Not that it wouldn’t but it…just worked. Beatrice was the most understanding person he had ever met, from the very first time he left when they started dating, from the day she just said ‘okay’ and smiled at him he knew he’d always have a hard time no matter how kind she was.

Because he miss her.

A lot.

All the time when he’s gone.

The little scent baggie she gave him helps, the smell reminds him of her and he sometimes brings it to his nose before he has to fly or goes to sleep. His time talking to her is limited, but he tries his best to always talk to her, be it a short message…but he was honestly nervous because he knew how she got pregnant with Nicole. He didn’t want her to worry either, about him or about the babies, but he also knew that asking her not to worry was a feat by itself.

He gets himself a bottle of water,chugs half of it in a matter of seconds and slowly makes his way back to his office. Because his mind was still in disarray, his heart was beating fast, but he knew the only way to deal with this was…making sure he’d be okay and is going to come back for his family. How big would Nikki be? She’d be nearing her one year birthday right?

“God, she’s going to be so big.” he mutters, rubbing his eyes and then his face with a hand, “I can’t keep thinking about this, it’s not going to help me at all.”

Easier said than done right?

The last message he got from Beatrice was nothing more than a ‘have a good day’ text with a picture of a smiling Nikki, reaching to the camera as if she wanted to hug it. He smirks while rubbing his thumb over his daughter’s face, then sighs as he shakes his head, “God damn it,I can’t have -”

“Sir!”

He knew that voice, well, those voices. He slowly turns to see Faraday and Thompson hurrying over to him, saluting the second they were within range from the Lieutenant, “At ease.” he says, “What can I help you guys with?”

The two young recruits shared a look, only for Faraday to reply, “Well sir, we are curious about this mission we’ll go. The one we’ve been hearing about for months.” he says, the topic of conversation makes Rooster arch his brow with interest but he allowed the recruit to continue, “We were wondering if there’s anything else we should know?”

“Like what?”

“Like…who’ll go?” Thompson replies quietly, his hands behind his back, almost feeling like he’s in pain while doing so.

Rooster turns his whole body around and then parts his lips for a reply, ‘You two know I can’t answer that, but I assume it’ll be more than you two. I’ll go, so will Mav-Cpt.Mitchell. Are you two nervous about it?’ from the shifty eye action it was obvious that they were, “This isn’t your first time doing this, it might be more than you expected but it can be done.”

“...right.” another shared look before Faraday continued, “Sorry sir, we don’t want to come across as wimps we-” Rooster raises his hand and stops them from speaking, his eyes closed and brows furled annoyingly.

“Having fear doesn’t makes us wimps.” he says gently yet firmly, “Having fear is what makes us smart and what makes sure we’ll come back home,” he inhales after that because he feared, a lot, so much, so often that it sometimes took control of him when he was away. Of course he could handle it, he was a seasoned pilot right now, he knew how to handle this. But these two were practically kids, they were just a few years younger than he was when he joined, “You are not wimps. Take that out of your vocabulary.”

“Yes,sir.”

“I’m serious.” he says again, quieter, “Whoever bases their whole personality in being ‘never afraid’ shouldn’t be taken seriously. We all need a pinch of humanity every once in a while,” he ‘hms’ with his brows up, making sure the two understood what he meant, “You got it,right?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“Listen, don’t start being doubtful now.” he looks down at his watch to check the time, “There are times to be scared but you gotta manage it the best way that you can, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” he salutes them after they do it one more time, “Now go back to what you guys were doing and remember stuff will happen, you just gotta be prepared for it, alright?’

“Yes sir.” another salute and Rooster tells them to go before they spend too long standing there doing nothing. The two recruits laugh but do as he ask, leaving the older pilot standing there with his mouth downturned and his thoughts somewhere else.

He wasn’t wrong in saying that fear makes us think better, most of the time that is, and sometimes it is a necessary emotion when it comes to survival, especially when it comes to what they did. He sighs as soon as he turns around to go back to his office, the young recruits talking behind him as he pulls out his phone.

Once in the safety of his office, he sends Beatrice a simple text, just a

“Everything okay?”

She replies immediately with a picture of her, Nicole and the dogs all lying on the couch watching TV. “Everything great :)” she is smiling at him, that smile has his heart in its clutches. He loves her so much, so immensely much that it was harder to comprehend he’d be so far away from her for God knows how long.

“But she understands.” he tells himself, “She does, it’s Beatrice she is going to understand me.” he looks down at the picture, knowing he’ll have this to remember her by once he’s out of California…as much as it pained him to think about it, it was his job.

“Anyway, reports don’t fill themselves.” he mutters, tossing the phone aside and rolling his neck,”Time to get to it.”

“Mav.”

“Yeah?”

His uncle holds his helmet in his hand, standing next to his motorcycle as Rooster makes his way over, holding his own keys in his hand and setting the sunglasses over his eyes, “Do you have anything planned right now?”

“Me?” he questions, ‘...no…why?”

“Bea wants to give you something.”

His uncle blinks in shock, “Beatrice wants to give me something? How come?” he gets a shrug from the younger pilot, “Thanks, that helps a lot. Brad, there’s no need for gifts, you know? I still have all the Christmas gifts I got from her family, I don’t even have space for half of it but I’m not getting rid of anything.”

“I know.” he smirks, ‘But she still wants you to show up there, don’t you wanna see Nikki? You said you haven’t seen her in a long while. And you complained about it a whole lot.”

“I didn’t complain it that much.” his nephew just arches his brow, almost challenging him to continue that line of thought, “Okay, maybe I did complain a bit, can you blame me? She’s adorable.”

“That she is…anyway, are you coming?”

“I mean, sure, I don’t know what Bea would want with me.”

In reality, she just wanted to tell Mav about the twins - she planned something for everyone they didn’t tell about it yet, she planned on telling Penny later tonight once she’s out of the bar and away from her boss’ worried looks. Her parents were close second in finding out about it…soon. Bradley liked the idea of surprising his uncle and yet giving him something soft to settle in case he fell down and hurt himself…not that he would, he only joked saying he’s going to faint.

Albeit once he’s driving back to their house, he thinks about the time when he did tell him about Nikki and Maverick almost did faint….well, maybe it was better if he was seated once he knows about it.

He parks the car in front of the house instead of the garage since he was taking Beatrice to work later, walking out of the car and waiting for Maverick with his hands on his hips, “You need help there?”

“Huh?”

“Taking a while to climb off that bike, huh?”

“What?”

He points to his uncle’s bike, “Back giving you issues?”

Maverick stared at him for a few seconds, then pointed back at him, ‘You are lucky we are in front of your house or else I was going to give you a nogging you wouldn’t forget.”

“You can’t reach me.’

“Alright.” Maverick places the helmet aside, laughing as he makes his way over to Rooster, playfully punching him, “I’m older than you,kid. Don’t think I can’t handle it, besides,I can always call for back up.”

“Back up?”

‘Yes- hi Beatrice.”

Rooster looks up when he sees the brunette by the door,holding a wriggling Nicole that doesn’t know who will have her attention first: her father or her great uncle? Or both? Her little arms stretched towards them and her cute smile widening because two of her favorite people? In the same place? “My little girl!” Maverick however stepped faster than his nephew would, picking Nicole from Beatrice’s arms and kissing her cheeks, “Oh you smell so good, did you miss me? Did you?”

“Aaa!”

“Yes,I missed you too!’

Beatrice watched with fondness as the two shared this moment, moving her eyes to Rooster who just watched with the tiniest bit of annoyance in his face, he was jealous. He tried to play it off but Beatrice knew, even stepping out from the door to greet him with a kiss on the lips, ‘Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You are pouting.”

“Am not.”

She taps those pouty lips and giggles, “Yes you are, come on, you can share her love a little. She just loves Mav as she does you.” she places her chin on his shoulder as they watch Maverick playing with Nicole, their daughter giggling, ‘But I’m glad you brought him over, makes it easier.” she says, “Mav! Can we go inside? It’s windy.”

The older pilot blinks but nods, holding Nicole to his chest and kissing her head, eventually giving her over to Brad- he did hold the little girl close as if he refused to let her go again, narrowing his eyes just a bit, watching his godfather step inside first with the three of them following, “You look cute when you are jealous.” she smiles ,kissing his cheek ,”It’s so rare to see it.”

“Yeah,well,”

“She just has you on her tiny fingers,” she grins, kissing Nicole’s little hand, “Yes you do,honey, yes you do. Daddy is just butter in your hands.”

“Well, she got that from her mom, so.” his smile falters a little, “After Mav leaves…I think I’ll just have to talk to you a bit.”

“About?”

“The mission.”

Beatrice inhales shakily, her eyes widening but she nods, rubbing his back as they go inside, “Of course,Roos.” she says, “You know I’m all ears,don’t you?”

“I do honey, I do.”

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 15

Day 15 - Scent (Chemical/Artificial)

There’s something about the chemical, clean smell of a tattoo shop. Nothing like it in the world. You’ve sat in many, with and without him.

He still doesn’t seem to think you’re going to go through with it. “You’re bluffing, you won’t do it.”

You roll your eyes, turn your phone towards the artist, who’s laughing at the two of you carrying on. You’ve known her for years now, Cat. “There’s a live reference but he isn’t cooperating, so...”

She makes a little ‘aw’ sounds in the back of her throat when she sees the picture. “You want it the same?”

“Yep. Same font, same size, just behind my ear.”

“Sick, give me 5 minutes to set up. Should take half an hour top.”

When you look over at Daniel, his eyes are a bit wider. “Are you...really?’

You raise your eyebrows. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because!” He squawks. “Why? That’s so...”

“Permanent?” You enunciate the ‘t’, looking at him like it’s halfway to a challenge. Maybe it is. You feel a little wild with it.

His cheeks go pink. “I...yeah, I guess.”

“Is this…not?” You didn’t mean to vocalise it like that. Challenge isn’t the right word, you realise belatedly. You’re not the one who’s insecure, in this case.

Daniel’s face falls a bit. “Of course...of course it is! You don’t...” He grabs your hand like he needs a tether, suddenly. “Are you trying to tell me something, or, like...you know? Right? You know I love you and I don’t want anyone else and...”

You squeeze his hand tight enough to stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I know, Daniel. I wasn’t trying to tell you anything. I’d just...tell you, if I was.” He still looks a little troubled, even as you reach to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. “You know, right? You believe me when I say I love you, and I don’t want anyone else?”

His eyes flicker away, just for a second. He knows you’ve got him there, at a raw point of insecurity he keeps buried far away from prying eyes (including his own, most of the time).

You squeeze his hand again. “That’s why.” You say softly, only just loud enough to be heard over the tattoo gun of another one of the artists. “It’s for you. Not for anyone else.”

“But you don’t have to...”

You shift your hand down to his mouth. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to.” You sit on the stool, gather your hair out of the way in preparation. “Three’s a pretty universally lucky number anyway, you know. It’s not all about you.”

You go through positioning the stencil, get Cat to adjust it until it’s right where you want it.

He sits and doesn’t say much as the artificial clean smell settles around you, and the tattoo gun is quieter than you expect, there. It doesn’t hurt, just the same needling pressure that’s familiar from the other art on your body.

“All done! You wanna compare with the live reference or are we still uncooperative?”

Daniel huffs and slips his phone into his pocket, holds up his hand next to your ear so the 3 on his is right next to the fresh raised skin.

“Matchy?”

“Matchy matchy.” Cat affirms, small smile on her mouth. “You want a picture?”

“I got it.” Daniel interrupts softly, plucks your phone out of your hands. Mindful of bumping the fresh tattoo, he slides his hand into your hair like he’s done a thousand times, and you catch the sharp intake of breath when you assume it lines up like you wanted, just under the one on his pinky finger. He takes a few photos, almost fumbling with his left hand, and then he looks down at you with something heavy and delicate all at once in his eyes. “Babe...”

“It’s for you.” You repeat your words from earlier, like repetition will make him understand, without you having to find the words. “So you can look at it when you need reminding but it’s hard to ask. Or when you don’t know you need to ask. Just...” You kiss his palm before he slides his hand away. “Let it be for you.”

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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kinktober '22 ║ XXIII

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, horror

word count: 2.2k

summary: you and marcus are asked to investigate an old manor that might have stolen paintings. however, due to problems with your schedule, Marcus heads there before you, getting himself cursed while investigating. You find him, or at least something that you think is him, at the manor two days later.

warnings: monster!marcus, monsterfucking, size kink, horror elements, explicit oral (giving), tentacles

MLISTS . LIBRARY. TAGLIST . KINKTOBER '22

It is a small town that he’s in.

Marcus enjoys small towns; the people, most of the time, are friendly and greet him with open arms. Only a couple are suspicious of him, especially when he gives his reason for coming here. He’s here to investigate the paintings of an old manor that the FBI believed to be stolen. However, he isn’t supposed to be alone during all of this, but after a clash of messy schedules you declared that you could make it two days later. Marcus didn’t mind. Things like that always happen. Before he left you playfully told him not to start without you, he had laughed it off. A little bit of pre-investigation hurt no one and what else is he supposed to do for two days? Visit the farmers market?

That isn’t a bad idea actually.

After an hour of buying fresh fruit and conversing with the locals, Marcus finally found himself inside of the mansion. The floor creaks with every step, and of course the lights don’t work when he attempts to flick them on. Typical. Eyebrows knitting together, he pulls out the flashlight he brought with him, flicking it on, he notices that he’s stationed in a long, narrow hallway. He heard a lot of horror stories from the locals, telling him that the place is haunted and those who ventured inside never came back. It was easy to bounce their worries off of his shoulders, but now that he’s actually inside, he can’t help the fear crawling up his skin, his brain flashes him scenes of every horror movie he ever watched. It makes the hallway he’s walking through seem even more sinister.

The soft light from his flashlight doesn’t help either, casting eerie, human like shadows across the worn out wallpaper. He heaves out a stuttered breath, trying hard not to make even the slightest noise. At the end of the hall, there’s a room, and there he finally sees the first painting.

A wave of relief washing over him, he swiftly heads towards it, standing only an inch away. It’s an oil painting of a beautiful park and a girl on a large swing, behind the swinging girl, there’s a forest. Marcus, not recognizing the painting, pulls out his phone to take a picture and when his eyes flicker back to the painting, he notices a dark silhouette coming out of the forest.

“What the hell?” he whispers, squinting his eyes. Surely that figure wasn’t there before?

Marcus shakes his head, blaming it on his nerves. As soon as he took the picture he’ll come back here with you by his side, and maybe a light that actually lit up the whole room. His eyes drops to his phone, swiping, he opens the camera app and looks up to the painting again–

His eyes go wide, mouth devoid of moisture. The silhouette became bigger, more visible. It seems like a beast, two hallowed yellow circles for eyes. A shadow grows behind the beast, reminding him of very oddly shaped tentacles. Confused, Marcus closes his eyes and opens them up again. His heart stills. Ghost needles poking into his body. It’s closer now, heading towards the girl.

Shit, there’s no way this is happening right?

Again he closes his eyes, longer this time, the beast is closer, claws visible at the end of its arms. Cold sweat coats his skin, now too afraid to close his eyes in fear of the monster. His breathing is uneven, the dust he inhales rattles his chest. Marcus contemplates whether he should run away or not. If the beast moves when he’s not looking doesn’t that mean he’ll be free when he leaves? What happens when it reaches the girl?

His gun feels heavier than ever on his hip, his fingers twitching with the urge to take a shot at it. He hasn’t been blinking for a while now. Marcus knows he can’t keep it up forever, even now he can feel his eyes drying out, the dry air pricking away the moisture he has left in them.

He blinks.

The monster is closer now. It has dagger-like teeth.

He keeps his eyes open longer this time. His muscles tense as he puts up a fight with his body, teeth grinding together, his eyes water.

He blinks.

The girl is only at arm’s length now.

What would happen to the girl?

What would happen to him?

Marcus blinks again.

You stare up at the manor, it’s much bigger than you expected it to be. It looks like it might fall apart at the faintest of wind. Your gaze drops to the door, you hadn’t heard from Marcus since he got here. With worry, you had asked around as soon as you arrived, learning that he headed up to the manor…without you.

You told him to wait for you. There was a reason two agents were assigned for this job.

A sigh falls from your lips, the sun is about to set, the sky a dark shade of orange. You can save your I told you so’s for after you find him, hopefully he’s safe, though if he was safe he would’ve called so you hope that he's as minorly injured as possible.

Gun in hand, you walk up the stairs and push the door open. The orange hue follows behind you, making your shadow seem tall and large as it stretches out across the carpeted floor.

“Marcus?” you call out despite knowing that it’s a rookie thing to do, nevermind stupid.

Walking in, you’re surprised that the door doesn’t close from behind you. It’s easy to get sucked into the horror-esque sensation the manor provides, the fact that the door acts like a normal door and stays open sends a sense of relief across your body. Reaching the end of the hall, you hear a creak. The sound isn’t loud, but even a needle falling would echo in such a silent environment. You follow the noise, heading into a large room that you assume to be the living room.

Well not anymore, you muse.

“FBI!” you shout, the voice of your tone quickly falling into a more authoritative one.

When no one comes out, you sigh and look out the window. The sun is nearly gone.

“Hey–”

Your eyes widen, startled as you see Marcus at the end of your gun.

“Marcus?” your eyes quickly scan his body for wounds, he seems squeaky clean. “Where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s…complicated,”

Your fingers loosen around the trigger but you don’t lower your weapon. You can feel the small hairs at the back of your neck stand up as a warning. Something’s wrong.

“You should go,” he says quickly, eyes flickering to the window. “Come back tomorrow morning,”

“What?” you shake your head, confusion churning in your gut. “I’m not leaving you in this creepy place. Tell me what’s going on,”

Marcus parts his lips to speak, at least that’s what you assume, but instead a gut wrenching growl rips from his chest and he lunges forward, falling to his knees. You make a move towards him but he raises a shaky hand, stopping you in place.

“Don’t,” he says between gritted teeth. “Just leave,”

“No, I’m not leaving you,”

He meets your gaze, chocolate brown eyes soft and concerned, pain soon masks it all, another shout for you to leave tumbling from his lips. You stand your ground, refusing to leave his side.

Marcus begins to change.

You hear the sound of bone cracking, his body becomes bigger, more muscular. You see his nails becoming long and sharp, hairs spurting from his skin. His ears become dog-like, arms of shadows curling up from his back, his clothes now in tatters. Your heart sinks into your chest. Your worry for his well being is stronger than the fear. When he finally looks up to you, the sounds of pain and agony subsiding, you observe that his canines have grown, nose now more wolf-like. He slowly picks himself up from the floor, your neck hurts as you look up to him.

“Marcus?” you ask, failing to hide the tremble in your voice. “Is that you?”

“Yes,”

“What happened?”

He gives you a brief explanation of the painting he saw, how it turned him into this when it reached the girl. However, the transformation seemed to be only effective at night, so during the days he was regular, human Marcus.

“So, how do we stop this?” you take a step closer to him, only an inch between your bodies. He’s warm, your fingers ache to touch him.

“I don’t know,” he answers, eyes moving away from yours. “I’m scared,”

Your heart breaks at how defeated he sounds. Finally you find the courage to touch his arm, it’s a barely-there touch, enough to draw his gaze back to you.

“You’re not alone,” you whisper. “We’ll figure it out.”

You don’t know how it started.

You and Marcus sat on the couch and talked about his “curse” for about two hours, you looked up info that might help until your phone died, sadly there wasn’t much real information to help them out. Then the conversation shifted into a more personal one, you knew that Marcus was broken deep down. His fear of abandonment and loneliness visible to those who knew him, his self-deprecating jokes didn’t help him hide the fact. During all of this you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit warmer at how big he’d gotten, he was already a handsome man, but this new form of his made you feel…things, things that always lingered right beneath the surface.

Then without warning he gently pulled your legs to his lap, minding his claws as he absent mindedly rubbed your leg. You soon found yourself on his lap, thighs spread to the point that the tendons ached. He kissed your neck, the corner of your lips, his fear of hurting you etched into his every move.

In the end, you got on your knees for him, your pussy throbbing as you witnessed the enormous bulge underneath his ripped pants.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, thumb following the curve of your jawline. “I don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t, and I want this. Just relax,”

You’re shocked when you can barely wrap your lips around the tip, his cock heavy and throbbing against your mouth. Marcus lets out a soft whine, hips sliding an inch off the couch. Wanting to please him, you drag your lips down the length and wrap your hand around the base, stroking him as your tongue dances along his fat cock. You trace every vein, tongue dipping so low that you get a taste of his balls, you gently suckle on them, your own body heating when he openly moans.

Sliding your mouth back up to the tip, you circle your tongue around him, precum heavily coating your tongue. Pleasure rakes up your spine, something long rubs between your folds and with surprise you pull away from his cock. Looking down, you notice the shadow-tentacle thing cheating its way into your underwear, slowly, yet surely, working you towards your orgasm. You turn your face to Marcus and he’s grinning, the tips of his fangs shining under the candle light.

“It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one having all the fun,”

You smile back at him, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.

“I didn’t know you could control them,”

“Neither could I,”

Placing your mouth once more, you force yourself to at least take a quarter of him into your mouth. Another moan drop from his lips, his hips thrust forward, the tip hits the back of your throat.

“That’s it baby,” he growls, he shallowly start to fuck your mouth with only the quarter of his cock. “I know you can take it, want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You nod with teary eyes, you only move your hands now, allowing him to use your mouth as he pleases. Meanwhile the tentacle finds your clit, drawing tight circles around it. Heat blossoms across your body, pleasure and desire numbing every other thought.

“You like this huh?” Marcus groans, his tone laced with a cruel tease. “You enjoy the fact that you can barely fit my cock into your mouth, never thought you would enjoy this,”

Marcus makes you cum first, your cunt gushing around the tentacle as he continues to fuck your mouth. Feeling your body spasm, his release soon follows, filling your mouth with more cum than you can take. It spills from the corners of your mouth, sliding down your chin and making a mess of the old hardwood floors. He quickly pulls out, cock still spurting thick ropes of cum as you cough, some of it stains your cheek.

“S-Sorry,” he stutters with no ounce of regret in his voice. “I should’ve warned you,”

“You worry too much partner,” you say, attempting a sultry voice. You climb up his lap, his cock already starting to harden once more. You decorate his face with soft kisses, grinding down on him. You keen as he groans, hands hesitantly grabbing your hips.

“We still have one more hour until morning.”

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