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buckys-wintersoldier · 8 days

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Just a little bit where Bucky offers you a better job.

Pairing -> CEO!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Female!Reader

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, thigh riding

A/N -> @lanabuckybarnes the better version of the Drabble I sent to you, bbg.

“Mr. Barnes, I-I wanted to ask for a bit more money for the job I do for you,” you ask, shyly while you play with your fingers in your lap. You have thought about a hundreds way to ask him for more money and now, where you’re sitting in front of him those are the only words that leave your lips without sounding completely shit.

Your boss, Bucky Barnes, CEO of one of the most powerful companies in town, sits opposite you. He has his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattooed, muscular and veiny arms to you. Your eyes flicker from his forearms to his face and back to his forearms, not sure where to look while you talk to your boss.

Bucky smirks to himself, his eyes roaming over your face and shoulders. His tongue slides across his lips and he needs to stop the groan from leaving his plump lips. He has hoped that you’re going to come to his office to give him some company and especially with a request so he could be so close to you without being weird and stare at you shamelessly.

The brown-haired man’s intense stare, causes you to shift even more, nervousness boiling inside of you. You can’t stand his gaze but you can’t not look at him either. When you’re looking into his eyes once it’s like they hold your gaze, like he could read your mind and you shiver lightly. His ocean blue eyes roam often over your body, your boss just can’t get enough of you, his sweet, little assistant.

Bucky chuckles, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. Your cheeks heat up while your eyes switch from his eyes to his pink, plump lips and back to his eyes. “Mhmmm.”

You swallow thickly, ready to apologise for that question. A soft whimper leaves your lips when Bucky’s lips twitch, turning into a soft smirk but he tries to hide it. His eyes are still on you, his blue eyes piercing into yours and his lips now curl up. “I’m sor—“

He moves his seat away from the desk, interrupting you with his actions. His eyes dark slightly, his huge hands pat on his thick, muscular thigh. “Come here, doll.”

Your eyes widen and you freeze. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift, still smirking at you. He knows that you’re not used to get that kind of instruction especially not from your boss. He waits patiently that you come over to him and take a seat on his thigh.

“Come on, pretty girl. Won’t repeat myself again,” Bucky says, his voice stern but still soft. He taps on one of his thighs once again.

You get up from the chair, slowly and with shaking legs you walk around the table. When you’re just a few inches away from him you stop, not sure about sitting in your bosses thigh.

He stares at you, holding his hands out to grasp you by your waist and pull you closer. You squeak when you’re suddenly sitting on his thick thigh, straddling him. Your legs dangle in both sides of his leg, and you feel his toned muscle pressing against your pussy.

“I have a better offer for you,” Bucky says, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “How about you’re doing as you’re told and I will make you mine, pretty girl. You can have whatever you want, I will give it to you — you just need to ask.”

He slowly moves your hips, tensing his muscle underneath you. You moan softly about the friction against your throbbing pussy, carving more of his soft touches. You let yourself fall against him, your head leaning against his shoulder while you move your hips over his thigh.

“You need to answer me, doll.” Bucky moves one of his hands to your back, his other still resting on your hips. You’re a moaning and whimpering mess on his thigh, fingers gripping into his shoulders to ground yourself.

“P—Please, wanna be yours,” you moan. Hips rutting against him and you can feel his growing bulge against your thigh. Your moans become needier and your fingers digging more into his shoulders.

“My good girl, huh?” He asks, smirking when you nod. Bucky kisses your jaw softly, you tilt your head to the side giving him more space to kiss and bite softly into your skin. He chuckles, kissing along your neck and leaving purple bruises all over your sensitive skin. “You look beautiful, marked and all mine. So pretty, my doll, fucking perfect, wonderful.”

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mychlapci · 5 months

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Alright it’s time to get freaky about Sentinel.

I want to make him my wife. He’s the absolute worst and a total aft, but just imagine. Bending him until he breaks. Training him until he’s an obedient little slut.

It starts off with him pushing back and scoffing at every attempt to correct his bad behavior, but then you offer the right rewards… He wants power, so you promise to give it to him. If he behaves, if he just indulges you a little bit, he’ll be praised for it and can have his fun dominating you in return.

But first he’s gotta get on his knees for you. He tries to look smug, claiming this isn’t gonna be a regular thing. But he’s lying to himself. He doesn’t even realize when it’s shifted from him submitting so he can get rewarded to now submitting because that is his reward.

By the time his himbo processor has caught up to him, he’s already halfway trained. Responses to certain phrases are practically automatic and he finds himself getting distracted by the thought of pleasing you just to get a taste of praise.

Eventually he’s the perfect housewife. He doesn’t go out anymore because he’s gotta get all the housework done by the time you’re home or he won’t get any attention, and he couldn’t stand that.

When you do return, he’s already waiting, eager to assist in whatever way you request. Imagine him trying extra hard to please you and as a reward you bring home another mech for him. Someone bigger and stronger who will absolutely ruin his valve.

You don’t have to tell him twice. Soon he’s on his hands and knees being fucked hard and fast, whining and moaning around the massive spike filling him. He looks pathetic, and you make sure he knows it before stealing some wet kisses as he moans into your mouth.

You get to sit back and relax, doing whatever you feel like and admiring his incoherent babbling. Sure fucking him is fun, and you could fuck him in a mirror to see his reactions. But there’s just something about making him put on a show like this that satisfies a lust for control.

To think he was once a power hungry jerk who rarely took you seriously. Now he’s getting fragged into oblivion, begging to be bred so he can be the perfect wife for you, working around the house barefoot and pregnant.

Now that would be a pretty picture.

hoooly shit. yes. we need to make sentinel undergo some wifeication. i can fix him (<- make the perfect little housewife out of him)

At first it’s a game that he’s convinced he has the upper hand in. He gets on his knees, plays semi-nice, thinks about how he’s going to make you pay him back for the vile things you’re doing to his spike and valve…

By the time he realizes the footing is never going to switch, it’s far too late. Every time you come home, Sentinel already has his hands on the counter and his hips popping out, obediently waiting for your spike. Far enough into his training he knows better than to complain about you taking your time, so he bites his tongue, though you could argue that his clicking the latch on his locked panels desperately can be counted as Sentinel being pushy. Sometimes you fuck him, sometimes you just make him suck you off. At first he’d ignore it, lying to himself how he doesn’t need to feel a spike in his valve everyday. Then later he’d get angry and bitchy about it, but that behaviour could cost up to a month without a spike in his valve, so he just obediently sucks, a hint of resentment in his eyes, and he hopes that next day you’ll give him what he needs…

When he’s being a very good wife he gets a toy in his valve while you’re gone, but he’s not allowed to play with himself, because you know otherwise he’d forget his chores, and by telling him that you basically ensure he never does play with himself. Because Sentinel is not some slut who can’t handle a few hours without having his valve fucked, he’s not. (the sopping wet mess his valve turns into when you come home begs to differ…)

mhmmm Bringing in a bigger mech to fuck him. Sentinel with his hips in the air and head pushed to the floor, and he doesn’t even have to be told to keep his mouth shut and take it. You remind the guy to not finish inside, not even when Sentinel starts begging for it. That’s going to be your job, once he’s thoroughly fucked out and covered in a stranger’s transfluid, you fuck him, finish inside, and make him thank you for it. All of his previous smugness, all his goading and dickish remarks are now fucked out of him, and he shakily thanks you without even thinking about it, giving no struggle.

Sentinel growing a pretty little baby-bump over time, and now he absolutely cannot go outside, not looking like this, but that’s not a problem for you. Or him, for that matter. He enjoys having his pregnant belly propped up on the kitchen counter while getting fucked, loves having it rubbed from behind, loves putting a hand on the underside to hold it up when it gets too heavy. You come home everyday to a clean house and a pregnant wife <3

#i had a really crazy sex dream last night and i’m convinced it was this ask trying to project itself into my mind while i was sleeping #valveplug #pregnancy mention #hi everyone come be normal about tfa sentinel with me

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poguesofthebau · 1 year

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dating steve would include... (part two)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader part one

-sneaking him into your house for sleepovers

-him complaining whenever you dedicated time to schoolwork instead of him (even if you allowed him to sit with you while you worked)

-both of you being slightly territorial but completely unwilling to admit it, which was always entertaining for your friends to watch in action

-occasionally giving him a hard time over all the girls he dated before you just to see him get all worked up and defensive

-letting robin take the passenger seat when he drives you both to school, until he randomly starts picking you up first and doubling back by his house for robin afterward ("what? you're too nice to tell robin to get in the back, so i had to take matters into my own hands")

-dustin referring to you and steve as every famous duo under the sun •bonnie and clyde •romeo and juliet •holmes and watson

-understanding all the kids' d&d terminology, which only ever surprises steve ("babe, how do you know this stuff? am i the only normal one here?")

-randomly making a statement supporting queer rights during a conversation with steve and robin which eventually led to her coming out to you

-punching billy in the face in the school parking lot one time because he was being racist giving lucas a hard time, which steve was actually pretty mad at you for (“y/n, he could’ve seriously hurt you! do you not understand that?”)

-taking mid-day naps together after you got out of school/he got out of work

-steve being the best listener when you just needed someone to rant to •mumbling a supportive mhmmm whenever you made a specific point during the rant •you rambling for 5 minutes straight, then sighing and saying, “ya know?”, to which steve nods and says “i hear ya, babe” •when your anger fades a little and you ask him, “am i just being crazy?” his immediate response is something like ‘absolutely not! those dickheads are lucky i don't send el to fling them off a rooftop or something'

-dustin barreling into your room while preemptively covering his eyes and yelling threats every time he realizes steve is over and you have the door closed

-him offering to drive you whenever you mentioned having to go somewhere to him

-constantly having to explain lord of the rings/the hobbit references to him (“babe, please just read the books”)

-when you ask what's gonna happen when you go away for college, he looks genuinely dumbfounded before shrugging and saying, "i thought i'd just go wherever you go"

-a double date with nancy and jonathan that was both horribly awkward and incredibly fun

-spearheading all the kids' crazy plans, which drives steve insane

-steve looking at you and saying, “these are the people that are gonna babysit our kids one day” every time your friends did anything abnormal/ridiculous •while dustin, mike, lucas, and will have a full-blown argument over their d&d campaign •after robin trips and face-plants on the walk from her front door to steve's car •when el is using her powers to adjust the tv antenna so no one has to get up from their seats •after nancy convinced everyone to go back into the upside down/face vecna despite the terrible odds

-your mom adoring him, which kind of annoyed dustin but also made his heart feel whole

-his fingers hooked in your belt loops in a crowd to keep from getting separated

-him playing with your fingers while you talked to dustin about something that didn’t interest him

-listening to him sing in the shower when he didn’t realize how loud he was being

-giving him tons of nicknames but only reusing the ones that made him blush •lover •stevie (which he forbade anyone else from calling him) •batman (originally because of his iconic nail bat, but then a double entendre of sorts after his encounter with vecna's bats)

-him knowing your favorite song off the top of his head even before vecna came around

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notinthislife50 · 4 months

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Chapter 49

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"Hey Garth," Sam answered his phone, rousing you from your sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up, wrapping your hands around Dean. And groggily greeted him "hey."

Dean, smiling at you through the rearview mirror, squeezed one of your arms. "Hey, you sleep okay?"

"Mhmmm," you hummed in response, turning your attention to Sam, who had just hung up. "What's up with Garth?"

"It's close, Farmington Hills, Michigan. Dude got ripped limb from limb inside his locked apartment," Sam confirmed.

"Well, that's not good," Dean remarked.

As the three of you approached the sheriff, Sam introduced the group. "FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet," the sheriff replied.

"Well, the FBI is all work and no play," Dean glared at Sam.

"Alright Jack, calm down," you elbowed Dean. "You know, why don't you give my partners the tour while I look around?"

"You sure you don't need help?" Dean called from behind you.

"I work better on my own," you shouted back.

In the kitchen, you pulled out your EMF reader, finding nothing. Soon, you rejoined the guys.

"Fortunately, we got a real lead off his cell phone," the sheriff said. "An accountant, also in his 30s, also lives alone."

"How is he a lead?" Sam looked confused.

"The two of them talked together for 15 minutes, and then Lance sent Ed here all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were your typical threat stuff, but some were a little weird."

"Weird how?" you asked.

"You shall bleed for your crimes against us," the sheriff quoted. "And, this beauty I am a mage. I will destroy you. These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning."

"Well, we're gonna need to take the first crack at the suspect," Dean confirmed.

"It's your world," the sheriff replied.

"Lance Jacobsen? We're with the FBI," Dean stated as the three of you entered the interview room.

"The FBI? I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe Ed's dead," Lance broke down.

"Lance, just breathe. You're fine," you comforted him. "We just need to ask you a few questions. Try to calm down."

"We want to know about the texts you sent Ed last night," Dean questioned.

"I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me. I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me," Lance sobbed.

"Did you really think that sentence was gonna clear things up?" Dean asked, perplexed.

"I'm sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text messages were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play."

"You're Larpers?" you asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website," Lance smiled slightly at you.

"You guys have a website?" Dean asked, looking at you.

"Yeah, one of the players designed it. If you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night's feast. I was there all night," Lance confirmed.

"What does any of this have to do with the texts?" Sam asked, growing impatient.

"I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I'm a very, very powerful mage in the game. Ed was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphin, he was Lancelot to my Merlin," Lance explained, breaking down again.

"Well, if you guys were so tight, then why the threatening messages?" Dean inquired, nodding his head in confusion, when he saw the smile on your face.

"We were named to the queen's honor guard, in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him of cheating, and then I challenged him to a duel."

"A duel?" Sam said, not believing what he was hearing.

"Wands and swords at dawn," Lance nodded.

"Now, when you say wands, do you mean magic wands?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"No. Un-magic wands, Agent. Because what I want in a duel is an un-magic wand. Yes, fake wands. It's a game. I can't believe it. Oh, ye Gods, Thargrim the Difficult has fallen," Lance began sobbing.

"Hang in there, Lance," you patted his shoulder. "We will find out who did this."

The three of you left the interview room.

"So? Do you believe in Dungeons & Dragons?" Sam scoffed.

"Those weren't crocodile tears, Sam. That's not our guy," you said confidently.

"So what are we looking at?" Sam asked.

"You saw the chain mail. This could be Fifty Shades of Greyfox for all we know," Dean smirked, winking at you.

And you blushed, smiling at him. "That's a LARPing experience I wouldn't mind trying."

"Dear god," Sam groaned.

"All right, well, let's check out the Moondoor site, and see if Lance's story checks out," you smiled.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game," you grinned, leaning back in the chair.

"You sound like you know all about this," Sam accused.

"Well, Sammy, I do," you said proudly.

"We definitely need to get out more," Dean groaned, causing you to slap him on the shoulder. "And how do you know all about this?"

Before you could answer, Sam had clicked on the Picture Gallery where Lance appears dressed in costume and holding a tankard.

"There' s our guy," Sam confirmed.

"It actually looks kind of awesome," Dean grinned.

"It really is," you laughed.

"All right, there's a video," Sam rolled his eyes at you both.

Sam clicked on the video, but called out in shock when he saw the woman on the screen. "Wait, is that?"

"Queen of the moor, Charlie," you announced proudly, cutting him off.

"Wait, you knew about this? She said not to talk to her?" Dean sounded hurt.

"Yes, we came across each other in World of Warcraft. I told you I was playing with her," you tried to explain.

"Wait, so Charles the Warlock is Charlie, Charlie?" Dean finally caught on.

"Yes," you laughed.

You watched in sadness as the coroner wheeled Lance's body away.

"You're gonna want to see this," the sheriff pointed, indicating for you to follow him.

You all watched in disbelief as Lance coughed up blood and died in the interview room.

"God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer," the sheriff looked disgusted, making you angry. Dean pulled you into him.

"He isn't worth it," he soothed.

“There. See that?” Sam rewound the video, pointing at Lance's tattoo " Same as Ed’s, You recognize it from anything?

“Aside from the mark of the creepy here, the only thing these guys have in common is LARPing.” Dean shook his head defeated.

“Lucky for us, we know the queen.” you sadly smiled.

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bits-and-babs · 2 years

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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

-> OCT. 19 : SOMNOPHILIA

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Blue is his own warning. Exhibitionism, dub-con themes, power imbalance, p in v sex

WC: 1042

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

The fingertips pressed into the bone of your jaw make your face ache, Blue’s kisses heavy against your swollen lips. He groans out softly, pressing his body weight against you to keep you up against the storage cupboard door.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours and letting out a shaky breath, “I missed that feeling…”

You nod weakly, cheeks pink. Blue’s shifts had been insane since the latest patient was institutionalised. Their outbursts and tendency for violence meant Blue was always on call to help out should they act out. You were beginning to get sick of the tannoy, repeatedly calling out ‘Orderly Blue Jones to ward seven’.

“I miss you,” you admit weakly, your fingers gripping at his white doctor's coat as Blue’s other hand slipped behind your back and squeezed the flesh of your ass. “I want to see you more than this.”

“Mhmm…” he hums, clearly thinking to himself as he gives your ass a gentle pat, “I think I could come up with something. Slip into the ward during lights out…?”

You stare up at Blue through your lashes, staring with wide eyes as your heart flutters. He’d risk his job to see you? Just for you?

He’s smirking, seeing that twinkle in your eyes and the hope written across your expression. With a firm nod, and a squeeze of your cheeks so your lips pursed, he confirmed it.

“I’ll come and see you tonight.” He isn’t asking, he’s telling you, in that voice that makes your stomach do somersaults. You nod quickly, leaning in to give him another kiss but he doesn’t let you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I expect you with no underwear, sweetness.”

“Yes, Orderly Blue,” you mumble, words distorted slightly by the grip he has on your face. He smirks wider, the flash of his white teeth and the crinkles by his eyes make your heart ache, already excited for when he snuck into the ward and had his hands all over you.

“Good girl.”

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It was late. Very late. Hours since lights out, and you were utterly exhausted. You’d slipped your underwear off under the covers of your anti-suffocation blanket, and settled into the covers expecting to still be awake when he arrived, but the time passed so slowly, and your eyelids were so heavy…

You were woken by a delicious stretch in your cunt, your thighs spread open wide. You let out a whine as your rouse, a palm quickly covering your mouth making your eyes snap wide open.

You barely have any time to figure out what was happening until the intrusion rubs against your g-spot, making you sigh against the palm that had muffled your moans. It was Blue. He’s slowly sinking his cock inside of you, his jaw slack as he watches you arch your back for him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, making sure to keep his voice down to ensure he doesn’t wake those in the beds beside you, “Been playing with your body for half an hour. You’re so responsive, even when you’re asleep.”

His voice is teasing, even in it’s hushed state as he eases his cock in deep enough to bottom out. You whimper, crying so hard to be quiet as his words spark a wave of arousal in your abdomen.

“You make the prettiest noises when I play with your nipples, sweetness. Pretty sure you moaned my name in your sleep,” he sounds so smug, that ever present smirk playing on his lips as he slowly pulls out of your aching cunt, only to push right back in. It stretches you deliciously, making your back arch against the covers and tears well in your eyes.

“That’s it baby, mhmmm… Taking my cock so good. Ahh- shhh,” he hushes you softly as you let out a moan as his pubic bone catches your clit just right. His free hand holds the crown of your head, practically pushing you down onto his cock and forcing you to take him deeper.

It’s fucking filthy, Blue taking you like this among your sleeping inmates. But the filthiness, the surprise of it all just makes you even hornier. He’s been teasing you while you slept, and you can already feel your body building towards an orgasm despite only being awake a few moments.

“Hah, fuck, just like that,” he whispered, pushing his forehead against yours as he slowwwly sinks back into your soaking cunt. You can hear it, the wet noise as he pushes all the way back in. His exhaled are shaky, eyes squeezed shut as he enjoys the way your walls flutter around his dick.

“Mhmmph-“ you hum with bliss against the force of his palm, arching your hips up to meet his slow thrusts in an attempt to take him impossibly deeper. You ache slightly, but you like that feeling. Like the way you’ll wake up in the morning remembering the way Blue was pressed up against your cervix, a memory you’d both share with the eye contact you’d give him when he gave you your medication tomorrow.

Blue sinks deep inside you once again, but instead of pulling out entirely, he rocks slightly, over and over again. The head of his cock is rubbing back and forth against your g-spot, driving you insane as your toes curl and your fingers grab at the sheets beneath you. You can feel it building rapidly, up and up and up until- holy fuck.

It obliterates you. Weeks without his touch, weeks without his cock has you cumming so obscenely hard, he has to be quick to cover your mouth with both hands before you let out the most pathetic, high pitched whine of relief.

“F-Fuck,” Blue grits his teeth, his hips stuttering as his cums inside you, coating your fluttering walls. He doesn’t stop, rocking into you throughout his orgasm, even when he winces with overstimulation.

When he finally stops, inhaling deeply to catch his breath, you stare up at him, in a daze from how good he just fucked you.

“… I’ll come and see you tomorrow night too,” Blue speaks quietly, seemingly deciding for the both of you. You only have the energy to nod weakly, cock drunk and blissed out.

END

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mysicklove · 9 months

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Thinking about Sukuna meeting the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved. You have no idea who he is but decide to play along so you can manipulate his love for you.

oh my god i want to write something for this u r a genius !!!!

mhmmm the power u would hold would hold over him...prob could be trained to ur loyal dog, bc he thinks he is doing all ur dirty work bc u like having him by your side.

he is plotting to have u in the throne next to his, bc you in your past life never agreed and hes been waiting for years for this. but its just a vicious cycle of him pining over you bc you have no intentions of being with him <3

#💌 - love letters

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iwoszareba · 10 months

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Knave/Zrise snippet!! I asked @commander-lariel to pick a sentence prompt for me and she really went for: if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous

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Knave was dealing with Crusade's problems the whole. goddamn. day. People circled him with a never-ending supply of woes and tasks and he listened to them with all the dispassionate attention he could muster. He was the Knight-Commander and as the centerpiece of this story he was necessary for it to move forward. This was not a statement of excessive pride but an inevitable truth he knew and was weary of.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he killed every single person here. Would that break things and give him a semblance of freedom? Tempting, but doubtful. It's more likely that he would just have to play every role himself and he didn't need to be even more of a fool.

Thankfully there were still some people around who caught his eye, who made him experience something actually exciting. Who made him forget how dead he felt. Few of them even showed interest in him that was… fervent in nature. Camellia, Daeran and Wenduag all seemed enamoured with the idea of him. Someone who is in your corner, someone who can stave off loneliness, someone with more power than most.

"Must be fun having people crawl at your feet just to get your attention."

And then there was Zrise, ah, Zrise.

"They wouldn't want anything to do with you if not for your lofty title and fancy mythic magic."

Always ready to spew venom in the direction of anyone who had the misfortune of being in his way.

"I know."

But there were very few things that truly bothered Knave so he didn't need to avoid him. He could get as close as he wanted. And bite back.

"How does it feel to be on the other end of it? Having fun craving and yearning?"

At that Zrise's eyes narrowed.

"I don't need anything from you."

Unconvinced 'mhmmm' was enough to make him turn his head away and try to correct himself.

"Aside from your blood."

Just blood. He kept saying their entanglement was transactional, maybe combined with calistrian hedonism. Nothing more.

"And yet here you are, outside of your feeding hours. Curious who I'm cavorting with? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

Zrise's head snapped back, his expression now reached the point of anger mixed with… something else.

"Ugh. You know what? You got one thing right, I don't need to be here."

He was already turning on his heel to leave, the man sure loved his dramatics, Knave decided it was time to concede.

"Oh, don't be all huffy! I was just playing."

Zrise stopped, his audible growl sounded suspiciously like 'imnothuffy'. Knave had to suppress a giggle. He moved to face him again and took Zrise's hands in his and firmly held them. There was something grounding in their unnatural coldness.

"Listen, if you want my attention you can have it."

Zrise's eyes widened for a second but he collected himself and leaned in with a smirk.

"Oh, I don't think I should distract you from your duties. I'm sure matters of the Crusade always take precedence over everything else in the eyes of our esteemed leader."

Knave released a frustrated groan. This asshole. He actually found the angle and had a laugh for his efforts. Fine, at least they were still in the game.

"If anybody asks… we will say I needed some time to reach… an agreement with one of my valued advisors. For the good of the Crusade."

Zrise pulled him closer and Knave felt pleasant pressure on his neck, lips instead of teeth, followed by a satisfied purr in his ear:

"That does sound important…"

#pwotr pals #oc: knave #zrise #writing tag #it's so funny it's the first one with knave's pov #he is so unimpressed lmao #but to be fair i don't think there is a single person he takes 100% seriously #he is still entertained tho #just trickster things

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icharchivist · 9 months

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so icha. how are we feeling about lodi?

oh dear, that's the question huh.

mhmmm i'd say we don't have enough for me to care strongly into either direction i'd say, but there is a possibility for him to be an interesting character in further event, especially if Kolulu was a real influence on him.

Overall his set up is pretty interesting in itself. The contrast between the outgoing, loving and giving idol persona, and the empty, starving actual persona is really interesting as it is.

I do think the little commentary on how he is an idol because thanks to his emptiness he can afford to give away and give away without ever feeling like he's actually sacrificing a part of himself, is, kinda grim but an interesting take on what an idol character can bring.

His powers... i'm actually not a big big fan of the axe being turned into a mic and him having a music related power on principle, but it's utilized relatively well in the story especially when it combines with Felix's ability, so i don't have any real complain about it.

My only problem is him stealing Kimi to Boku No Mirai >:( that's MC's song!!!!! at least make your own song instead of constantly taking ours and not having ANYONE comment on it!!!

anyway like i said i do really like the contrast on outgoing idol VS actual empty shell, it's just that so far as it was just set up, i don't think we explored in depth what could be interesting about this concept.

I'm REALLY curious about why he feels this undeserving of feeling anything. Is it just something natural for him, is he naturally apathic, or was it another result of the Child Abuse Event that he probably had to deny himself so much that now it's as natural as breathing?

i think it's possible it's the later because of how he actually reacts to Kolulu insisting on showing him kindness and feeding him. You see too many times that he's genuinely puzzled by the fact she insists, and when he flashbacked to it he especially remembered Kolulu speaking about how, despite growing into poverty, her parents loved her so much they made sure she was well fed, so it's important. I feel like there would be a set up on how to make him realize that perhaps this emptiness isn't so normal.

Especially with implications that he was present during the cult Manamel's sister was a part of in the past. Considering how Manamel's parents, who were part of this cult, killed themselves once the cult dismantled, and that Manamel points out that Lodi's empty stare reminds her of the look her parents had when they killed themselves in front of her.... there's some loaded stuff going on here.

In his profile it's said he doesn't like to eat at all, period, and it's reinforced by his scene with Morilynn, and yet he still forces himself to eat the bread Kolulu gave him, *after* they fought, despite finding it disgusting.

So i think there's a set up perhaps out of him wondering if being this empty is right for him? And it could make for a great character growth.

as of now though, the problem with characters who are defined by their emptiness is that. well. they're empty. There's not a lot to discuss.

However i did think the scene at the end with Morilynn was interesting. On one hand we had Morilynn, non-human, trying to eat human food and doing it wrong, and trying harder in harder to connect to humanity despite being totally disconnected from it. Meanwhile, next to them, Lodi was unable to eat and was grossed out by Morilynn's attempt at humanity on what he is trying to get rid of.

there's a sort of dynamic at play here on the non-human wanting to be human VS the human who wants to be non-human, the empty shell VS the unconstrained being, that could make for a really good future dynamic as it goes. especially considering who their respective chairmen are. Judah who takes care of Morilynn is human who does all sort of experiments, leading to Morilynn experiencing more on their body as well, while Nereus has been stripping herself more and more of her humanity to mock God, and we have her taking care of Lodi as a "producer" or sort. idk it's an interesting choice.

All in all, i think my take in the end is..... There's a good set up for a character, but the event didn't give him much to munch on to explore it, so by the end, i don't feel super strongly about him, but i definitely see potential on how to flesh him out going from here.

I personally really hope Kolulu is instigating a change in him.

It kinda sums it up i'd say?

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous #ichablogging vinweap #ichablogging gbf

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hunting-songs · 4 months

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS - a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed. "Mhmmm..the last time I had traveled with a train, had been when I had met Kurapika for the first time." Senritsu looked over the cards in her small hands at Basho and Kurapika sitting opposite of her- Basho holding gamecards himself and the younger man hiding behind a opned book. The light from the traincompartment dyed everything in a yellow, warm hue as if they were playing cards on a late autumnafternoon and not in the middle of the night with the world past the warm electric lights of the train deep black and cold and endlessly long. There was a permanent humming in the air from the train beenath them moving, but over that were Bashos heartbeat singing her a content song, Kurapikas heartbeat that was calm and almost relaxed, and the noises of the other passengers in the compartments of the train that were either deep asleep in the late hour or tiered and slow. "Now that sounds like exciting company. Must have been a long trainride full of the most friendliest frowns, the kindest deathstares whenever you dare to breath in his direction, and the most sweetest 'don't talk to me, I am reading'. Not that I have ever expierenced that myself for the past two hours. Nohohohohoho." The burly man shot Kurapika a dramatic wriggle of his thick eyebrows that was more playful than actually meanspirited. Senritsu used the fact that he was looking to his seatneighbour and pulled a card out of her sleeve, adding it to her hand nimbly before humming truthfully like others would humm the sweetest melody: "He was the kindest company who even helped me put my suitcase out of the way." "Ha! Of course he did, little gentleman he is. Wonder why I had to put my own suitcase away today when he was around." There was a short moment in which Basho looked confused at the "take 2" - card Senritsu had just placed on the table between them, because he swore the woman had had before only four cards on her hand and that number had not changed. Yet the smile on the womans round face was sweet, so eventually he simply took two more cards up on his hand. "Then we were attacked by armed men who tried to rob Kurapika of his Hunter- licence, because he had used it as a trainticket.", Senritsu added and Basho almost choked on his laughter. Three cards disappeard in the womans sleeve. Grinning so wildly it seemed a miracle that grin did not circled around his whole head Basho looked to the side, friendly nudging his heavy elbow against the younger Hunters side: "Bwaha! Really? What a rookie-mistake!" Senritsu lay down another card that had not been on her hand before and the big man swallowed his laughter with a painful sound when he had to again take up more cards. The woman chuckled knowingly, although gently: "As if you have never done that when you came fresh out of the Hunter-exam, Mr. I-got-my-licence-with-twenthy-and-went-wild. I know I did, before learning my lesson." "I should have never played never-have-I-ever with you, you are like gundog for embarassing secrets. Yes, I did that- " the man rose a thick finger like a teacher teaching an important lesson: "-but that was a decade ago and I was alone when I got rounded up. So in contrast to this rookie here," it seemed as if Basho wanted to pat Kurapikas head, but changed his mind in the last moment as he only laughed: "- my mistake is long forgotten and noone will ever remember it." "Except me now.", Senritsu sang those words in the most sweetest tune, laying down her last card and fluttering her short eyelashes up at the other as innocently as she was definitive not. A confused frown drew a long line deep like a scar between Bashos bushy eyebrows: "...except you now. Huh, the gundog strikes again. I should really stop playing games with you."

The woman just took the cards back from him and started to shuffle them with small, nimble hands: "You wouldn´t be so cruel to me, Basho." "Never, but-" The next second a thick, heavy wave of blackness splashed down on them and filled the compartment when the lamps above their heads suddenly went out. From one moment to another the train stoppd and Senritsu would have landed on the floor, if it would not have been for one of Bashos big hands grabbing promptly for her shoulder to press her uncerimonically back into the bench as if she was a child sitting in the sidecar seat and her parent had hit the brakes too hard with one hand instinctively on their childs shoulder to keep them in place despite the seatbelt. A poltering sound like thunder stabbed into the womans ears when the sudden stop threw their baggage out of the nets over the seat´s and landed loud on the floor, joining the much too loud cacophony of the other passengers baggage in the other compartments hitting the floor accompanied with suprised yells and loud cussing. The blackness was far from quiet. And between this orchestra of confused voices, cursing, rapid breathing, startled heartbeats and the echo of screeching metal when the train had hit the brakes, something else reached the Musicians ears. Something like a whisper.

"Are you two alright?" Senritsu hastily asked in the blackness surrounding them, only to answer her own question in the same breath and a assuring nod to herself: "Good to hear that." Tiltining her head to the side like a attentove bird, Senritsu listened into the waves of noises around her- she heard the corridor on the other side of their compartmentdoor flooded with the nervosue footsteps of passangers stepping outside to ask what had happned, she heard scraps of conversations consisting of 'Dark', 'blackout', 'stop'; she heard children crying who had woken up from the sudden stop, she heard the tiered moaning of electronics that had a second before still worked but couldn't start now, she heard the doors of the train opening and the footsteps of the trainconductor stepping on the grass outside. "The whole train is dark. It seems to be a blackout-", the woman stood up, her head still tilted to the side as she listened more swiftly through the wild swirl of voices until she could hear the hasty, nervouse conversation of two trainguards with one of the voices belonging to the trainguards who had an hour before controlled their tickets and had chuckled at seeing how Senritsu nimbly had taken a card out of her sleeve that Basho had not noticed: "-yes, a blackout, the staff says." There was rustling of cloth when the Music-Hunter took Bashos hand from her shoulder, squeezed it thankfully in her small hands, and then hopped off the bench. It was deep black around her, but the noises reflected from the walls of the train and the luggage on the floor, so she knew perfectly where people and things were located and her steps were sure and without any hestiation: "Stay here. I heard the trainoperator step outside and will ask him what is wrong." Not even looking back- after all only blackness would look back- the woman opned the door to their compartment and stepped outside on the corridor. Silver moonlight fell through the windows in thin threads on the corridor,dyeing everything around her grey and colourless. Nimbly the short woman stepped around other passangers until she reached one of the trains doors- the one with the hightuned creaking hinges through which she had heard the trainoperator walk outside- and stepped outside. Past the trains metalwalls the traintracks lead through a valley surrounded by high grass that spanned the world past the trainracks like an ocean. And like an ocean the tall grass, taller than Senritsu, taller than the passengers stepping outside behind the woman, the grass swayed in the icy nightbreeze. In the little light of the moon and the stars the grass looked as if drawn with dark ink. Its shadows scampered over the valley of black, grassless earth the traintracks had been build on. The Blackness was far from quiet. Between the voices, different breaths and heartbeats inside the train, between the rustling of the clothes of the other passangers who had left the train and now went along the tracks curiously, between the conductors quiet muttering, between the rustling of the tall grass moving in a barely feelable breeze, there was something else reaching her ears. Something like a whisper. "What is that? Did you fled from Bashos jokes, Kurapika?", the woman looked over her shoulder up to her colleague who had joined her outside. An amused smile that was far from beeing suprised about him follwing her, curled around her stark frontteeth as she winked friendly up to him and hummed: "You should give him a chance. He has a great sense of humor." [ @skarletchains ]

#hello dear :D #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #skarletchains #1999 hxh anime plotpoint? 1999 hxh anime plotpoint. you can take redhead senritsu OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

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zendyval · 9 months

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mhmmm! I was catching up on feeds from last night and blue and jag definitely have cirie’s game clocked. they know she’s at the top for the other side and the one calling the shots. unfortunately for them the people they want to align with (matt and cory) are the biggest rats in that house 😭😭

I also think Jag isn't playing it particularly smart on a week where Jared is in power. I know Jag doesn't know the secret but at least wait until noms are in instead of putting yourself right back in the limelight. All it takes is Cirie getting wind of what Jag is saying and the target can easily switch back to Jag this week. So in that sense I don't think Jag is playing the best game either. It's one thing for him to clock Cirie's game, but the part I'm not sure he's great at is knowing what and when to do something with that info.

I also think unless I missed something, Cirie has Matt pretty firmly in her grasp to the point that she likes him better than most of her other "kids". I'm not sure I see Matt believing him. Cory is a bit more of a wildcard to me in terms of his actions.

I'm also not sure Matt will care even if knows Cirie is calling the shots if that takes him to F3. Of course I know he doesn't know that Cirie does legitimately trust him more than most right, but here is the thing. Cirie's strength is always going to be social. She's not likely to ever win the F3 HOH, so people could always be thinking it will be easy to take her out later.

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mychlapci · 5 days

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I come back with more horny insanity:

A transformers' bush ismade out of wires that connect to the valve from the outside. When these wires are touched, small electric currents are sent to the bot's valve, causing pleasure. Rough grabbing/tugging causes more powerful shocks. Expecially when the wires are struck by their partner incessant thrusting.

*dives back into the abyss* Until we meet again

mhmmm of course, if wires is bush, as we all know, it makes sense that they're directly affected by touch. The wires probably carry and conduct charge, and since they're connected to the neural net, tugging on them can cause electrifying sensations to spread across the entire array, which would get any bot wet.

It's basically plug and play and sticky combined, in a way.

#valveplug

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vyxenisl0st · 2 years

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In your arms

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Pairing: Legolas x reader

Word count: 669

Warnings: none (just fluff lol)

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It was a peaceful day in Mirkwood. The two young elves hardly escaped their duties, and when they did, they wanted nothing more than to be in the company of one another. So now, as the sun was setting, (Y/N) and Legolas were walking through the Green Forest, talking and laughing. “This forest holds a true beauty when it is not full of deadly spiders.” The prince admitted. (Y/N) nodded. They eventually found a place they decided to stop by.

They climbed a tree, sitting on one of the big branches, (Y/N)’s back was pressed against Legolas’ chest, his arms wrapped around her torso. This is where they both felt the safest. In each other’s arms. The young elleth closed her eyes, letting out a sight. “So what did you and your father speak about earlier? It seemed pretty serious” Legolas hummed in response. “Were you eavesdropping, gilgalad?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I just couldn’t stay away from you, nin ernil” The prince chuckled. “We were talking about marriage” The elleth furrowed her brows. “He wants you to get married? Already?” “Oh no, not that soon. He just told me that I should start looking for an elleth that is preferably a royalty, someone that could assure us a strong alliance. Ada said he doesn’t want to plan an arranged marriage with someone I have never met.” The girl started playing with one of his hands. “And, have you thought about anyone yet?” Legolas laid his head on her shoulder. “Mhmmm” He closed his eyes, relaxing more into the crook of her neck. “Oh really? Well, tell me more about them. Do I know them?” His grip around her tightened. “I’m sure you do. She is very popular around these parts. Around every part, in fact. Everyone knows her” The elleth couldn’t think of anyone. “Where is she from?” The prince smiled against her neck. “Everywhere” (Y/N) sighed. “And what does your father say about her?” The girl almost gave up. There wasn’t anyone coming to her mind. “My father adores her. Although she can be stubborn and disobey his orders sometimes, sometimes I fear he might love her more than me” In that moment, it clicked. But it was not possible, was it? She turned around, facing the prince. “Legolas…” “(Y/N), have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” (Y/N) smiled. “Only a couple times” The two of them chuckled. Neither one of them said anything for a moment. The elleth reached to cup his cheek with her hand. He leaned into her touch, kissing her palm, and then taking her hand in his, and running his lips over her knuckles. She started blushing. “You would make an amazing queen, gilgalad.” He was watching her with so much love and adoration, she swore she could melt on spot. “But I don’t know how to be a queen, Legolas. All my life I’ve been breaking rules, disobeying orders and just being reckless, never listening to anyone! This is not how queens act. They have to be graceful, innocent, and quiet. I am exactly the opposite of that. I crave adventures, love danger, my body is full of scars and my hands are bathed in blood.” Instead of answering her, the prince leaned in, and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her. (Y/N) instantly kissed back, hands hooking around his neck. Their lips were dancing with each other. When they finally broke the kiss, Legolas opened his eyes, seeing the shock on the girl’s face. “Meleth nin, you are exactly what this kingdom needs. You are brave, powerful, smart. Your love for danger and scarred body just makes me adore you even more. You were born a queen. No throne or crown needed. And queens do not take orders from anyone. Remember that.” And he was right. (Y/N) was, in fact, a queen. And with a king like him by her side, who would dare talk down to her?

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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Follow on that modern reader thirst with madar or

Hnngh- reader that just worships madara so much, would make sure that he knows that she loves every part of him.

Gives him the first head of his life, and he swears that he died for a moment and met indra

Plays with his heavy uchiha breeding balls, kisses them an licks and—

Oh, god; teaches him how to eat someone out and how to use his fingers, ( his very long and big fingers that are hidden by gloves most the time, black latex gloves that makes your mouth water and wanna suck and— “ahh, madara sama! ‘S too much, fu—ck”

But man look at that man’s face and tell me it doesn’t look like a throne.

Hesitant at first cuz its madara sama, and you would never disrespect him, honest! But how can you say no , when his chest is heaving and sharingan flaring and his mouth is pulled into that smirk ( you know the one that makes your ovaries explode ) and he says that he of course its only fair since you saved his little brother’s life.

Look me in the eyes and tell me it wouldn’t be such a power boost to have that man’s fave drenched in your juices, and looking him over all panting, and his red eyes watching your every move to commit to memory.

Mhmmm, god now im drenched.

Help a girl out

PLEASE PLEASE ITS TOO EARLY I CANT BE THIS DOWN BAD

#summer responds #smutty talks #madara x reader

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Drink Up - Geralt of Rivia x reader

Summary: Traveling for hours on end can become exceptionally loathsome, but with a bottle of something strong to pass the time, things get very interesting indeed.

Warning: reader and Jaskier talking about sexy times, reader getting drunk and things get entertaining, the trio being goofs tbh

-reader is part of my Geralt series (Of Monsters And Men)

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With not a whole lot of entertainment sprouting forth from the nearby scenery of the continent most days, or by the unfortunate lack of abundant random wanderers to cross your path. You’ve become accustomed to imploring very creative ways in amusing yourself while wayfaring the roads with your two favorite traveling buddies.

A Witcher, to handsome for his own good, and a lovely yet mildly annoying bard.

You’ve been currently hiking on this forest trail for half the day without much to pass the time. Sure Jaskier has delved into giving you all a show with his ballots and fantastic lute playing skills. But there’s only so much of that angelic voice you can take before it turns into the most goddamn irritating thing you’ve ever heard.

Also you’re pretty damn certain that Geralt could have been one more strum away from knocking the bard out cold, thus pleading for you to leave him there for the next unlucky fellow who decides to wander by.

The sun on the other hand keeps her great golden colors beaming across the landscape, warming the earth to a comfortable temperature on this calm spring afternoon. It’s been a good hour since anything interesting has happened and this stick you keep flipping around in your hand is not cutting it.

Pressing onward, your mind suddenly sparks with an idea, surly an idea that will stir up some much needed conversation on this rather dull trip though the peaceful woodland. Smirking to yourself, you glance to your right where Jaskier is walking with lute in hand, oblivious to your growing mischievousness.

Then your crimson gaze trails a small distance ahead where Geralt sits atop of Roach, his snowy head faced forward as he relishes in the quiet of the green woodland. Gods he looks like a proper knight, with that dark armor, sword on his back, and all that manliness seated atop his grand stead. Hmm, delicious.

Casually twirling your stick here and there, you turn your attention over to Jaskier who’s looking away from you, “Psst...Jaskier.” You whisper, making sure Geralt can’t hear.

The bards head snaps over to you in an instant, a new intrigued curiosity overtaking him, “Yes?” He whispers back just as quietly, blues darting over to Geralt who’s none the wiser.

You casually shrug, using your normal speaking voice now, “Just wanted to make sure you haven’t forgotten your name.”

His face falls, “Y/N.” He whines disappointedly, “Come on I’m bored as shit.” Complains Jaskier like a whiny little toddler before he huffs and pauses for a moment to think. Suddenly he taps the side of your bicep with the back of his hand, you raise a curious brow as he shrugs, “You got any good stories?”

Searching your extensive past of palpable events for a moment, your face quickly lights up, “Ohhh better then a story. Get a load of this shit.” You muse while pulling out a bottle of wine from your traveling pack, “Stole this from some pricy vendor. Figured it’d have some purpose sooner or later and right now I need it sooner.” You chuckle while popping off the spongy cork and taking a hearty swig.

Jaskier lets out a breathy laugh as he watches you fully enjoy your stolen beverage, “Not sure if I should be impressed or concerned.”

“Don’t worry I’ll share but only if you indulge me.” You quip before taking another gulp before bringing the bottle to your side, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before speaking, “I have a question for you my dear lover boy.” You inquire with a wiggle of your brows.

Jaskier smirks, ready for the challenge and some wine, “Ask away.”

Whipping your stick around, you point it at the bard, “Okay. And be honest, I can tell if you’re not.....what’s the best part of a woman?”

Jaskier nods, his face shifting into one of legitimate deep thought as he takes a considerable amount of time to contemplate the possibilities, “Well, I guess I’d say I’m decently fond of a good smile,” Admits the bard before he lets out a small chuckle, “cause if they don’t have one it’s regretfully difficult to watch them enjoy themselves if you understand my meaning.” Adds Jaskier, nudging your arm with his elbow as you roll your ruby irises.

“Hmm alright well you’re a fucking snooze.” You deadpan as he suddenly lets out a burst of laughter.

“Oh I didn’t realize you wanted all my inner most personal tastes, is that it then?” He wonders as you chuckle at his little half offended outburst.

“Tell me what gets you all hot and bothered and I’ll indulge you in my own appetites.” You add slyly, giving him a mischievous wink while continuing to twirl your stick and sip more of your strong liquor. Damn this stuff is strong.

He nods in understanding, a cheeky smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he decides to indulge you, “Well the lady asks, where to start?” Questions Jaskier.

“Oh I don’t know. Let’s say, personality aside cause we’re not here for that shit right now..” You swat the air theatrically before taking another sip of your drink, “...what do you think? Firm or soft, maybe even a little saggy?” You suggest, making a squeezing motion with your one hand while your stick is tucked underneath that arm.

“I’d say both. A breast is a breast.” He confirms Jaskier with a laugh.

“A man of all dishes served I see. I respect the inclusion of diverse variety.” You add with an honest nod of approval. “Alright. Are scars a turn off if severe?”

“Taverns are dark for a reason Y/N.” Muses Jaskier with a knowing look causing you to snort with laughter.

“Fair point.” You wheeze.

“Okay Y/N/N, my turn.” Inquires Jaskier as you hand him the liquor.

“Lets hear it.”

He gives you back your bottle, “So....what’s so intriguing about that old grumpy wolf up there?” Questions Jaskier as he nods towards Geralt who’s minding his sweet business from his perch on Roach. No doubt probably listening.

Biting your lip, your eyes linger on the broad leathered back of your silver haired lover, “Are we talking physically or personality wise?” You wonder while turning your attention back to the bard, your voice lowering a couple octaves, “cause let me tell you he’s not much for words most times...” You lean in closer to Jaskier before whispering, “but I can get him moaning so goddamn fast.”

“Oh gods. Please tell me everything.” Presses Jaskier with a laugh as you take another sip from the bottle. Shit, you’re already feeling buzzed, guess it is much stronger then once previously thought.

Giving Jaskier a fangy smirk, you point the stick in Geralt’s general direction, “You asked so you’ve been warned. This man can come absolutely undone within minutes, literally all I gotta do is call him some cute names and lick his cheek...you know, feel him up a bit. Get him feeling all loved and appreciated you know?”

“Really?” Inquires Jaskier, enjoying your progressively drunken shpeel of personal info regarding yours and Geralt’s sex lives.

“Oh fuck yeah, but what really gets him off, is if I undress in front of him and then get all dominant and rough you know. He loves that shit.” You explain with a smile as Jaskier stares at you in awe. “He’s a moaning mess after I put on the charm, practically cumming at my command. The fucking power I have.” You mumble proudly with a shake of your bottle, though you try and keep your voice down.

“Y/N, you are, quit the woman.” Points Jaskier like a proud father watching his daughter marry to a prestigious lord of great wealth.

“I know.” You add with a shrug, clearly self confident and half drunk by now, “I’m a seductress what can I say?” Taking a moment to drink some more wine as Jaskier holds in his laughter.

He watches you trip on nothing before regaining your bearings a second later, “So uh, how you feeling?”

You give him a fangy grin, raising your bottle in salute, “Fantastic.”

“That’s good.” He muses, clearly not believing you, “How’s the wine?”

“Delectable and worth every coin!” You whisper yell, raising your bottle once more, the dwindling contents swirl around, some drops falling out as you bring the glass back down to your side.

“I thought you stole it?”

You snort, “I did.”

“Hmm alright, maybe uh....maybe slow it down on the intake Y/N?” Says Jaskier, taking notice of your new inebriated state and knowing all to well what you’re like when fully drunk of your ass.

“Fuck off bard I’m fine.” You mutter with an elated snicker before starting to giggle like a drunken jester in a kings court, causing Geralt to turn his head to the side in interest before shrugging and looking down the trail once again.

“You sure?” Half worries Jaskier, though in truth he’s absolutely living for the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’d rather not have you puking later.”

Scoffing you take another sip, “I’m not getting sick Jaskrr, I’m just horny.”

Brows raised in surprise, he coughs, “Oh, that’s um...good....I think?”

Almost tripping over a jutted out root, you bite your lip while eyeing up Geralt hungrily, “Now that....is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and you know what?”

“What should I know?” Wonders Jaskier with interest, making no faults to decrease how he’s clearly egging you on.

Grinning with a face full of mischief, you snicker, “Well....I can say I’ve seen his dick.” The bards eyes widen in amusement as you continue, “Which is...by the way....very lovely and large, he knows how to please a woman if you know what I mean.” You mumble quickly with a wink as Jaskier snorts.

“Oh, that’s good to know. What else is nice about him?” He agrees while successfully baiting you on further.

“Hmm mhmmm. Big muscles, Jask, big muscles.” You emphasize while leaning into the bards side and squeezing his less then impressive biceps, “Oh and he’s so good at hugging and cuddles.” You squeak with joy, shaking Jaskier as you swoon over Geralt, “Ugh, I love it when he’s shirtless and he looks at me and I just....ugh I’ll take my pants off so goddamn fast.”

Shoving his face into the crook of his arm to keep from laughing, Jaskier does all in his power to refrain from losing it while you lean away, stumbling around on the trail, oblivious to how hilarious he’s taking everything you just confessed to him. The biggest lovestruck grin dancing across your features as you stare longingly at Geralt’s leather clad back. A flash of lust rising in your smiling expression as you eye him up.

“I want.” You mutter, throwing your stick to the side as you make a childlike grabby motion with your hand.

“Y/N he’s on a horse.” Explains Jaskier as you make a face.

You scoff, sending Jaskier another dirty look, “You don’t understand.”

“Y/N it’s the middle of the day and we’re in an unknown forest.” Warns the bard, “Not exactly the time or place for whatever is brewing in your head.”

“Nuthin’s brwing in me head Jask.” You slur, tripping once again before just barely catching yourself.

Jaskier gives you a less then convinced expression, seeing straight though your terrible lying, “I don’t believe you.” He says while you frown.

“But he looks so delicious.” You whine with a dramatic pout, “And I’m so fecking horns right noww ‘cause of....wull, I just’am!” You grumble, turning your head to face Jaskier with an angry little frown before a mischievous smile begins to form upon your lips.

Jaskier blinks, knowing all to well what drunk you is capable of, “Y/N. Don’t you dare.” He warns.

“Waterr you gonna do bart?” You challenge, pushing him though its a weak assault that does nothing significant, “Fight me? I’ll kick your little pixie ass.”

Shaking his head, Jaskier takes a cautious step away from you, “Definitely not. Actually you know what? He’s all yours, go get him Y/N.” Urges Jaskier, really anticipating the possible beautiful disaster that may just soon enough present itself.

Raising your brows in pleasant surprise, you down the rest of your bottle, “Ha! Yu’r not as stupi’s ass’he says yur. I knews it. All along, nev’r a doubt in my mind really.....I sw’r it........promise.” You slur, the alcohols affects really starting to delve into your system.

Jaskier’s brows furrow in confusion, not one hundred percent sure how he should take that, “Well, that’s good I suppose.”

“Yes.........it is....... isn’t it.” You agree with a couple quick nods that look like a small child who’s trying desperately to get their parent to agree with them, “Okay, I’m go’in ta get h’em ov’tha house now.” You pause a moment, brows furrowing in thought as you grab Jaskier by the shoulder, “Horse. That’s uh, what I mean.....yeah.”

Jaskier opens his mouth to say something but you’re already stumbling quickly down the beaten trail much faster then he’d anticipated. You zero in on Geralt’s fine leather armored back, your vision slightly blurred and your legs a bit wobbly from the strong alcohol you’ve managed to make empty in less then ten minutes.

Shaking the fuzziness from your head, you drop the empty bottle in the dirt before hustling to Geralt’s side. Stopping quickly, halting a moment to gather yourself before walking onward, continuing side by side next to his feet and Roach’s middle.

Geralt hums before casually turning his head to find your beaming face with the dark of your eyes as big as a ceramic plate. Raising a brow, the Witcher throws Jaskier an odd look before shifting his attention back down to you.

“Y/N?” He mutters, not sure if you’ve eaten something you shouldn’t have or were recently hexed by some random fairy nearby.

Letting out a little burp, you hold your hands close to your chest all the while giving him the biggest smile, “I’m....in’loe....v..uh, love....with’u.”

Geralt let’s out a humored snort at your intoxicated self while you await his answer to your grand declaration of love that he was indeed able to understand, “Sorry, I’m taken.” He quips, obviously teasing you though you’re to drunk to realize this.

Frowning you look at the ground in disappointment, “oh.�� You whisper sadly causing Geralt to legitimately feel bad until your whole demeanor shifts to heated aggression, “That fucking bitch!” You shout coherently through a small slurred wavering in your angered voice, scaring some perched crows from their keep as well as a couple of innocent rabbits.

Geralt listens to the muffled laughter of Jaskier as you throw your hands up in aspiration before letting out a colorful stream of curses, “No good dirty whore faced dog shit horse shit bitch who’s clamed h’em ferr the’own!”

“Do’snt mak’any sense! I have a sw’urd! I can run....really fast! I’m half vampurrr goddammit!” You shout into the woods, struggling to keep your words together, “I’m pre-destinated...pre-dun.....pre-dragons....destiny, de-destined to be seductive! I am sexy!” You shout dramatically.

“Okay, Y/N let’s not wake something or someone with ill intentions.” Interrupts Geralt as you make two frustrated fists, your face appearing rather angered, crimson eyes dancing with hellfire.

“No!” You snap before turning an accusing dagger up at him, where you got that he’s not sure, “Tell me..who’s this-this donkey wumunnn! So I can...grrr....so I can uh, so I can...” Quickly looking down, you struggle to put away your dagger back into it’s designated sheath, you frown once again before shifting your face into a fake, yet rather convincing smile, “I just’uv sum’thins to say to’er. Thas’all. Promise.” You add sweetly, grin as shiny as a barrel of shimmering pearls and honestly a bit sadistic if he didn’t know any better.

Chuckling at your adorable drunken antics, Geralt shrugs, “She’s from a far away land. About a couple leagues from here northwest.”

“Wha’else.” You demand urgently, tone authoritative and hostile.

“She’s pretty tough, and very beautiful.” Teases Geralt as you scowl in irritation for this unidentifiable cunt who’s taken your man.

“Disgustin.” You scoff, flicking a hand upward as you mutter, “Go’un.”

“She’s got the most lovely body I’ve ever seen, and her laugh is more angelic then all the greatest singers in the entire continent.” He confirms with a handsome smile that would have you swooning like a fair maiden if not for how filled with hatred you are right now.

“Blah.” You dismiss while sticking out your tongue in disgust, “Com’un giv’m a name. Then I’ll handle the’rst.”

“I don’t want you to hurt her.” He mutters with a shrug, holding back laughter at your amusing facial features.

“I won’t.” You sass, making a face before mumbling, “Jus’wanna talk....re’memr.”

“I don’t think I believe you Y/N.” Affirms the handsome Witcher much to your frustration.

“I jus’wanna fucking talk!” You growl as Jaskier cackles in the background, clearly enjoying this conversation though you can’t understand what’s so funny.

Snapping your head in his direction, you squint your eyes at him menacingly before yanking off a hanging thin branch and launching your new makeshift weapon full force in his general direction. He yelps in surprise before ducking, the wooden assault just missing his face by mere inches.

“Dear gods Y/N!” Gasps the bard with wide eyes as you snicker at his dramatic reaction.

“Fuck’ov h’was gonna tell me!”

“No he wasn’t!” Argues Jaskier while fearfully clutching his lute to his chest, afraid you might start swinging.

“H’was and I’m gonna fuck’n kill that bitch!” You snap angrily as Roach snorts, having not a single iota what the hell you’re saying. Only that you sound like some wounded beast on their last hour.

Rolling his baby blues in annoyance, Jaskier shouts back, “There is no other woman or man or any fucking forest nymph that Geralt has any sort of eyes for! You-you crazy woman!”

“How’u know? He doesn’t tell you shit!” You yell back, emphasizing the last word with some heat.

“He does! For your humbled information.” Protests Jaskier sassily while Geralt silently listens to you two idiots scream at one another in the middle of some large lumbering forest. His drunken lover and his, perhaps he could say it, friend who happens to be a bard.

“Oh really?!” You challenge, “Wel’in who’s this fuck’in cunt who’h said he’s with’en? Huh?!” You shout back.

Jaskier let’s out a stream of incomprehensible mumbles before throwing his hands into the air in frustration, “That’s because this woman is you, you drunken bat!”

“I’mnut drunk! Nor’m I a bat!” You yell, ignoring the fact that he confirmed you’re indeed Geralt’s lover, “I didn’evn drink tha’mush!”

“You drank the whole bloody bottle!” Claims Jaskier, much to your great shock and bewilderment, that Geralt struggles to keep himself from losing it atop of Roach.

You scoff, clearly not believing a single thing out of this bards mouth, “I dunt see’a bottle!”

“That’s because you threw it somewhere!”

“Wel’wy woulda’ do’tha?” You snap, hands fanned out to each side in puzzlement like an angry castle pigeon standing up to a hulking statue.

“Oh I don’t know...let me think for a brief moment here...oh right! Because you’ve drank more then a king on his wedding night!” Shouts Jaskier as Geralt rolls his golden eyes, moving to jump off of Roach.

Standing oblivious to your Witcher who’s no more then five feet away from you now at ground level, your eyes start to grow darker as your frustration grows in this hazy state you’re in. “Mayb’if I knuck you’ot wit’a lute then’ull shut up!” You slur, taking a threatening step forward.

The bards eyes widen in fear for a moment as he sends Geralt a desperate glance, “Geralt!”

“Y/N.” Mutters Geralt gently in that grumbly voice of his, causing you to immediately turn in his direction.

Eyes softening, you instantly break out into a joyful fangy grin, “Yes.” You mumble happily, eyes shifting from his boots to his face as you shamelessly check him out.

“Come here.” Beckons your beautiful Witcher with a pleasant smile upon his plush lips, his arms soon reach out for yours and quickly enough they intertwine.

You blink back your slightly blurred vision to witness as Geralt’s lips flicker from your mouth to your shimmering irises of ruby red, a second later he pulls you flush against him for a heated embrace. Just want you wanted.

Your lips move passionately against his own, a delighted smile forming as you enjoy the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth. Then all to soon he pulls away and your lips are left empty and wanting so much more.

Pouting you make an adorably angered face, “Wul’that wasn’t nearly s’long as it coulda been.” You grumble bluntly, suddenly yawning as you try desperately to keep focused on his face. His beautiful face. So pretty, so kissable, so lovely.

Dark spots skip and flare through your fading vision until without warning your legs feel like they’ve turned to pudding, giving out from underneath you in an instant and all you’re able to witness is Geralt’s lovely face before....

Darkness.

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Waking up from a deep sleep, your eyes open to the sound of a fire crackling nearby, the sweet smell of grilled leaks wafting into your nostrils that aids in fully awakening your senses. You let out a sleepy yawn, sitting yourself up from your once previous positioning on your rolled out travel sack underneath you.

Sitting criss crossed, you wipe the bleariness from your scarlet irises before sucking in a deep breath and blinking, your sights now set on the campfire in front of you, a beautiful glow of bright oranges and gold. Geralt and Jaskier on either side, both quietly talking to one another before turning to face you. A knowing smile on either of their faces. Oh, Gods what did you do? And how did you even get here?

Shifting your confused gaze from Jaskier to Geralt and back again, you raise a puzzled brow, “Would any of you be kind enough to tell me how the fuck it’s already dark out?”

“What do you mean Y/N? It’s sunny as a summers day.” Confirms Jaskier with an honest smile, blue eyes looking into the fire as he strums a cord on his lute.

Shaking your head, you sniff, “Okay fuck you.”

Jaskier laughs as Geralt lets slip a couple chuckles before explaining, “You drank all of that wine bottle you stole.”

“Shit.” You mutter while rubbing your temples, “Who let me do that?”

“You did.” Adds the bard.

“Did I threaten you? I feel like drunk me was yelling for some reason, my throat kinda feels weird.”

“You were trying to get me to tell you the name of my lover.” Affirms Geralt with a laugh, “Which is obliviously you. Though drunk Y/N thought otherwise.”

“Fantastic.” You deadpan before turning on your side and laying on your back, deciding to relax once again, “So, how’d I get here? I forget after I was telling Jask about...uh, well...doesn’t matter.”

Smiling to himself from the explicit information you slipped to him about yourself and Geralt in the bedroom, Jaskier chuckles at that while Geralt moves to lay down as well, his head close to yours as you both make an L on the ground. “I put a drop of sleeping potion on my tongue and when I kissed you...”

“You gave me tongue and drugged me?” You confirm with a breathy laugh, honestly quit impressed he managed to pull that off so smoothly. Well, then again you were drunk off your ass.

Geralt hums, “It was either that or let you kill Jaskier. It was a tough decision really.”

“What?” Gasps Jaskier, “You had to think about it?”

“And he chose to slip me some enchanted sleeping juice instead. You’re welcome.”

Jaskier scoffs, “Yeah well you wanted to fuck him in the woods so....shut it.”

“We still can,” Mutters Geralt with a smile, face turned a bit so he has a better view of your face, “if you want.”

Smirking back at him, Jaskier almost chokes on his own spit, “I am right here. Right here Geralt. Right here.”

You laugh at the bards dramatics, “We never said you had to watch.”

“Wha-thats besides the point! And just, ugh please don’t....” Whines Jaskier, making a face of disgust before frowning, “or at least just wait for me to fall asleep.”

Laughing, you give the bard an agreeable nod, “Don’t worry we will.”

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Could you do a Javier peña x female reader where javi gets naughty and teases her in public but she gets her revenge at home that night by putting on a show and saying “only good boys get to touch”?? Thank you, your writing is so good!

One way or another, this ended in sin. Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

Javier Masterlist

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"Stop," you hissed through gritted teeth as Javier toyed with the hem of your dress. It was already tight, purposely chosen to give him an eye full, but not enough to cause him to touch. You, Javier, and Steve were currently out at dinner, talking it up with a bunch of big wigs from the Colombian government. Not exactly a place for him to be making a scene, "Javier."

"You say you don't enjoy this," he pretended he dropped something and leaned down, whispering so only you could hear, "then why are you so wet?"

He straightened back up, but kept his hand on your thigh as he pushed your damp panties to the side and ran a finger through your soaked folds. Bastard.

Instinctively you tried to close your legs, but Javier was faster and able to keep his hand between your legs. He was practically fucking smirking at your vain attempts to pull away.

"Stop this, now," you insisted, almost banging your fist on the table as he circled over your clit with his thumb. He was enjoying this far too much, somehow managing to keep a conversation going without so much as missing a beat as you struggled to keep from moaning.

"Everything alright?" he feigned innocence as he turned to you when everyone noticed your lapse in conversation. It took everything in your power to nod and smile politely as if your secret, but not so secret, boyfriend wasn’t about to fingering you, "you look a little flushed."

"Nooope," you managed to squeak out as he curled his fingers just right and hit your sweet spot, "just fiiiine."

"Hmm," he mused before shrugging his shoulders and getting back to his own conversation. You were so wet you could practically feel your arousal dripping down your leg as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The sound was disgustingly obscene, so wet and filthy, you were surprised no one else could hear it.

But then, as you edged closer and closer to your blissful release, Javier pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and discreetly sucking them clean as if he had gotten food on them.

Your mouth dropped as you watched him with an incredulous expression. He pretended he didn't notice at first before turning back to grin as you downed the rest of your wine.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you narrowed your eyes at him, cursing him for being such a bastard, "you're going to pull that little stunt and then not even let me finish?!"

"You were getting a little loud," he said casually, sipping on his drink as he waved at a couple of people he recognized at another table, "I didn't want you to be embarrassed or cause a scene, baby. You’re normally such a good girl, what happened?”

“Javier Peña,” you huffed at him as he just continued to have the most saccharine look on his face, “I hate you. We’re done. I never want to see you again!”

Grabbing your purse, you stood up, ready to make up some sort of bullshit excuse about you just remembered a prior engagement. Anything to get out of there and finish what Javi had started. He caught your wrist and looked at you with the softest, big, brown puppy dog eyes before pouting, “you don’t mean that.”

“Yeah...well...right now I do,” you hissed at him before pulling out of his grasp and offering a good evening to the rest of the table, without so much as even offering him another glance. It hadn’t taken more than a few moments to come up with your little plan to get back at Javi; you knew him like a book, and for once you were going to be a few steps ahead.

You could practically feel his eyes glued to your backside as you left the restaurant, a smirk spreading on your face as you picked up your coat at the check.

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It wasn’t much later before you heard Javi’s keys in the lock as he returned to his apartment. You were lying in his bed, dressed in the newest bit of lingerie you’d stashed in one of his drawers for an occasion just like this. You were sipping on some champagne as you laid there, attempting to look as innocent as possible.

“Baby? I thought you were mad and didn’t want to see me again,” he called out as he spied the light on his room, slowly making his way down the hall. You prepared yourself, reminding yourself that he deserved retribution for earlier and you would make him suffer. His tie was already loosened and half off as he came into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening as he drank in the sight of you, “fuck.”

“Hi Javi,” you offered him a sweet little smile as you batted your lashes at him, “didn’t take long for you to come. I thought you were having oh so much fun with the guys?”

“Fuck them,” he tossed his tie onto the floor, already starting to unbutton his shirt, the growing bulge in his pants visible, “new set?”

“Mhmm...bought it just for you, Javi,” you touched over the barely there lace that covered your breasts, watching as he visibility swallowed the lump in his throat. His shirt was off in mere seconds before he reached for his waistband, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t be in here looking like that, and not expect me to want to fu-”

“Only good boys get to touch,” you leaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, holding up a finger and stopping him. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you in disbelief, “what, baby? Did you think I would let you touch me or fuck me after that little stunt you pulled? Mhmm...I don’t think so.”

“You’ve got to be...kidding me,” his eyes were almost black with lust as you just nodded sweetly before laying back against his soft blankets and pillows. His cock twitched in his trousers as he felt like a little piece of his soul was dying then and there. This was practically torture - if not worse, “what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, yeah, hmmm...looks painful,” you mused as he sighed, “well, I can tell you exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to sit in that chair and watch me touch myself. You don’t get to touch yourself either.”

“Shit,” he groaned, but as soon as he noticed the fierce, predatory look in your eyes, he decided not to argue and sat down, “you’re a tease.”

“Me?” you propped yourself against the pillows, “what about you? You edged me and left me practically dripping.”

Before he could protest, you touched your breast, squeezing it through the fabric and causing your nipple to peak before doing the same thing to the other. It was easy to get lost in the motions, letting a few moans spill from your mouth as you imagined it was his hand or mouth on you. He watched you eagerly, seemingly not blinking or breathing as he watched you play with your breasts.

“Javi,” his name practically rolled off your tongue like a reverent prayer. Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of your bra and let it slowly fall down your arms before tossing it to join Javi's tie. Stretching, you made sure he got a good view of your chest and before gliding your hand down to your body and to your mound.

"Shit...baby," you could see that he was straining against his trousers, "please let me touch you…"

"No," you purred as you touched yourself over the lacy panties, feeling how soaked they already were. The mere thought of having this much power over him was...sexy. You teased yourself over the fabric for a few moments, making all the lewd noises possible, "Javi...fuck, I'm so wet. All for you. Want to see, baby boy?"

"Hermosa…"

"Mhmmm," you slipped a hand inside your panties and circled over your swollen clit. You were already so wet, that it was practically threatening to drip down your thigh. Combined with your arousal and would be orgasm from earlier, you were almost at your peak again.Glancing up, you could see that he was practically craning his neck to get a better look. Deciding to egg him on, you threw your head back as you added another finger and dragged it through your soaked folds "oh Javi."

“Shit,” his hands were on the arm rests of the chair, as for once he listened to you and refrained from touching himself. His grip was so tight that the skin over his knuckles was stretched and practically white, “wanna see.”

“I bet you do,” you pulled your hand out and slowly made your way over to him, stopping directly in front of his body, practically humming with energy before holding up your fingers to him, “suck.”

Javier practically groaned at your words, but did as you asked, taking your fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean. Only when you were sure he had done a thorough job, did you pull your hand back, but not before grabbing his chin in your hands and roughly forcing him to look at you, “oh, so you can be a good boy. Very good.”

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” you beamed at his words, gently carding a hand through his dark locks as he keened into your touch. You let him face his moment, pretending to lean down to kiss him, but instead picking up his tie. He watched you with a small huff as you grabbed his wrists, tying them together, just enough to be tight, but not enough to truly restrict him. It was more of a show of power in the moment, and you wanted to wield it over him for once. Before going back to the bed, you leaned down and gave him an actual kiss, just a soft, gentle little thing.

You pulled off the delicate lace panties, tossing them at him, before laying back down and spreading your legs so he could get a full view of you. Giving him a devilish smirk, you reached down and touched yourself, slowly, making it a point to show him everything. Rubbing gentle circles on your clit, you moaned before slowly working towards your entrance and sliding a finger inside.

“Javier,” you sighed contentedly as he watched with great interest, “gods, I wish it was your fingers inside of me. So thick and good, know how to touch me just right.”

“I could…”

“No,” you slipped another finger inside, a small gasp escaping your parted lips as you felt the heat in your belly continue to pool, the coil that was threatening to snap winding tighter and tighter. Curling your fingers added to the pleasure you felt as you worked to find your sweet spot, on that Javier usually found effortlessly. You toes started to curl in pleasure as you made a show of it all, just to push him further, “fuck...Javi, ‘m so close. Don’t you wish it was your cock I was going to cum all over?”

“You look so pretty like that baby, all spread out,” he was clearly enjoying the show as he sat back, biting his own lip to try and control himself. He felt like he was going to cum in his trousers without even having touched himself, “are you going to cum for me?”

“Mhmm,” you used your free hand to squeeze and play with your breasts as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, “wish it was your cock or your mouth. Such a good mouth.”

“You’re almost there baby,” he cooed at you, as you opened your eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, the tan of his delicious skin tinged with pink as he gazed upon you with wild, watchful eyes.

“Javi,” it was a breathy whisper as you felt your walls start to clench around your fingers causing you to speed up your ministrations as you felt the warm, blissful haze of your orgasm wash over you. A small cry left your lips as you came around your fingers, before it all turned into a reverent, gentle chant of his name.

Only when you were completely through the throws of your passion, you collapsed among the pillows and let out a long, blissful sigh. It had been fun - to have him watch and hold a semblance of power over him, even if it was only for a little while. At work you were equals, and in your relationship, Javier was generally in control, and to be honest, you didn’t mind it. There was something about the protective, dominant Javier that you adored and drove you wild. Not that he wielded power over you, or tried to make you subservient in any sense, it just worked...but this? Having him at your mercy? It was pretty good. You’d make a note to try it again some time.

But just before you called him, you felt the bed shift as he made his way on it, looming over you before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Of course he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

“Javier,” you grinned up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down against your body. He was naked already, and you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your mound, “what do you think you're doing?”

“That was a cute show,” he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you - this time with more hunger and intensity. You grinned into his touch as his hands found your waist and gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises for the coming days, “but now I’m going to fuck you, and show you how its done.”

“Are you actually going to let me cum this time?" you smirked against his lips as he made a sound akin to a growl in the back of his back throat.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name,” he swore and you could feel yourself melting into him, “you are not leaving this bed all weekend.”

“For a threat, that doesn’t sound too bad,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly against your body, peppering some kisses along his jaw, “te amo, Javier - even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“Te amo hermosa,” he sighed lightly as he relished in your touch, “you and only - always.”

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