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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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Mars In The Signs’ 💫

”All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack we must seem unable. When using our forces, we must seem inactive. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away. When far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy; feign disorder and crush him.” -Sun Tzu. The Art of War.

-Based on people ive met’-

MARS IN ARIES

These people have a tendency to walk fast. They might be extremely easily irritated in general but especially by slow people. Never walk infront of these people if you are gonna walk slowly. They might turn red easily, especially when irritated. Ive noticed them to lack patience when it comes to people they consider stupid. The best part of these people is that they are all up in your face when angry unless they got Mars aspecting Neptune. They wont pretend to be fine and later plan your revenge like a Scorpio Mars, no these people are straight and honest. They might also be easily angered but they also forget it just as fast. Physically they might look athletic even if they dont work out and they usually have the most amazing eyebrows and gorgeous lips. The headshape is usually very beautiful and prominent and especially the hairline. They can have a very angry walk so people might mistake them for being in a mood. Most Aries Mars people ive met had a love for animals. This is a cardinal Mars and cardinals value respect. Aries Mars have a hard time being patient with people they dont respect.

MARS IN TAURUS

These are the little kids who tell their parents they want to sell some of their toys for money. Super good with money. From a young age. Probably started saving early. These people usually have gorgeous skin and gorgeous necks. Model looks. Very soothing voices too. Their bodies seem to be very nice and the fat on their bodies is evenly distributed. They are very good at getting money even without having a job, but most times they work from a young age. These people are the most likely to only own brand name stuff not because of shallow reasons but because these people care about worth. They see instantly what something is worth. They will feel know instantly when a fabric is of bad quality. These people dont get angry easily but when they do they can hold a grudge for a very long time since they are a fixed Mars. These people have a softness to them that makes them very popular with their prefered sex. Usually known for having style or being good looking.

MARS IN GEMINI

These people use their mouth as a weapon. They know what to say to get to you. Very sneaky. They can be especially good at coming up with sneaky comments so that you will know they are dissing you but nobody else in the room will notice. They have something young and teenage like to their appearance and personality. Might use a lot of slang or a lot of funny phrases. They have this ”naughty” expression like they have a secret but they wont tell. The nose can be very pointy and there might be this bird like quality to them. They usually have a very youthful voice with a high pitch. There is a tendency to gossip here tho, especially when they dont like someone and if their Mars is very afflicted they might lie for fun or gossip just for the same of gossiping, so This can be a real mean girl placement, especially since these people are ”forever young”. There is this flirty quality to them even when they dont mean to people might thknk they are flirting. They are good at the social game, especially at small talk which makes them a lot of fun to be around. People tend to underestimate them because they come across as so funny and happy go lucky all the time that you dont notice how calculating they can be.

MARS IN CANCER

What I love about these people is that they are loyal and the ones most likely to defend you when you are not there to defend yourself. But they can be very passive aggressive. These people might have some intense moodswings because of their sensitivity. They can be very passive aggressive and very rude when in a mood. The interesting part with these people is that they dont like aggression and will avoid it when it comes to themselves but when it comes to defending someone else they are way more aggressive. Its like messing with ”their people” brings out the crazy in them. can have a curvy look even if not curvy. Like they just look ”plump”. Very sweet and they usually have sweet voices. The best at comforting someone. They usually have a good looking breast area. They can have very sensitive skin especially skin thats sensitive to being in the Sun. Might have a lighter skin tone than others from the same cultural background, even when living in a warm country. They like familiarity and might have had the same friends since they were little kids while other people change company a lot during the years. Super nostalgic and you can see how they completely light up when they bump into an old acquaintance from old times. They never forget a person.

MARS IN LEO

These people are the kings of the jungle and that is seen on how they dress and in how they walk. They have amazing style. These people value popularity and appearance but dont mistake me, they are not shallow at all. Loyal and protective over those they love like a true lion. Their ego can become an issue tho. They love being the center of attention and might make jokes and act a little silly to make sure they are. If Mars is very afflicted there is a risk of them making a joke of someone else to draw focus to themselves and to feel big. They might make some innappropriate jokes in group settings to show whos the king of the jungle. But most times these people are quote amazing and if mixed with positive aspects can be extremely loyal and a real knight in shining armor. Their hair is important to them and tied to their ego so these people make sure to always have freshly cut hair, or they can be the type to never cut their mane because they want it as long as possible. A lot of them are on the curvy side from what ive noticed. Might come across as very bitchy or arrogant at first sight but as soon as they start talking you hear how kind they are. They love brand name clothes. If they feel threathened or sad they will act arrogant.

MARS IN VIRGO

Ive noticed that these people are very picky with their appearance. AND others. But Im a virgo so I understand. They are very helpful tho and will do anything to help you out in a situation if they really like you. They want to ”fix” people. The kind of person to start cleaning someone elses room. They usually look younger than they are and they look clean and fresh. You can see on their appearance of perfectionistic they are. There is this ”prude” quality to them. They look like they would never do something crazy, but they would. They look like they would be disgusted if you did something innapropriate infront of them. These people have sensitive stomachs and needs to be very careful with what they eat. They have great work ethic because they have a strong need to feel productive. They tend to have very clear skin and tend to be on the petite side. They have a hard time with anger because they dont know how to express it, its not that they are scared its just that they are not the kind of person to start screaming and they dont like to show emotion. So they usually end up nitpicking instead. Ive heard a lot of these people mention someones appearance when angry. Or say something hurtful just like Gemini Mars do. The more insecure they are the more picky they become towards others.

MARS IN LIBRA

These people do not like conflict and confrontation which is why they can be very passive aggressive. The kind of person to quietly say something rude and then be like ”oh no nothing” when you asked them what they said. Some people with this placement can start to hate this quality about themselves and start acting all overly aggressive to not be seen as scared but it only looks worse honestly. This placement is just not made for aggression and beef at all unless aspecting pluto. These people tend to have a beautiful and social aura that makes them well liked. They have a very alluring walk and very feminine movements. They are romantic and prefer to be in a relationship. Ive noticed they tend to be very ”perfect” socially and personality wise, they are not too shy but not ”too much” either, they just are. Not too polite and not rude either. Perfectly balanced. And they come across as super friendly. They usually have really nice skin. The downside to this placement is that they can have a hard time confronting people and a hard time picking sides, they dont want to upset anyone: So dont count on them to stand up for you or to help you fight someone unless they got like a Cancer Moon or something, because they wont.

MARS IN SCORPIO

These people have a very strong need to put people in their place for any minor inconvenience. They never forget when someone disrespects them. This is the ”they must be destroyed” placement. I bet Stewie from Family Guy would have this placement. They usually have darker tones to hair and skin no matter cultural background. Usually darker skin around the eyes. There is this intense energy to them like they constantly need physical outlet. Might look like they will explode in any second. These people are usually not physically aggressive at all tho, they are the kind of people who will email your boss to get you fired. They want you to suffer long term. They know that throwing a fit will only make them look bad. In their younger years they can be very fake and manipulative just for fun because being sneaky makes them feel powerful and power is extremely important for them. They are social climbers too. Being mad at someone awakes a very nasty side of these people. Anger consumes them. These people are known for being very good in bed but I actually think its more their sexual energy making them come across like that and not the sexual act itself. Not saying they are NOT good in bad, just saying sexual energy which these people possess a lot of makes someone come across as better in bed than they actually are.

MARS IN SAGITTARIUS

These people can become very reckless when angry because Sagittarius is a sign that does not think about consequences. Ive noticed that these people have this ditzy ”bimbo” aura like they dont know what they are doing which makes them charming. This is dangerous to others tho because nobody will see these people coming. They come across as dumber than they are. But these people can be very vengeful and very aggressive when angered, remember that the sign is literally holding a freaking longbow ready to shoot. When they get angry they get really angry and they have no problems with confrontation. These people can easily be recognized by their amazing legs and butt. They are usually very athletic and this is seen specially on their legs. They love to walk or run. I know some Sagittarius Mars people who seriously walk everywhere instead of taking the car. Almost always good looking and super charming. And this is not the polite kind of charming. Its more the ”I dont know what im doing” kind of charm like Neptunians have. They have a tendency to be very clumsy tho but this only make them even more funny. They usually prefer a partner from a different cultural background than them. And they learn new languages very fast.

MARS IN CAPRICORN

These people are usually calm from what ive noticed but they vare A LOT about social status. Dont trash their name ever. These people are attracted to status and power. They know how society works and they know how to get respect. Respect is extremely important for you. They are very impressed by well respected people. They have this calm and collected charm and behaviour, they behave almost like they were trained like the people from royal families are. Everything from how they greet you to how they sit makes them look well off. They are usually very money oriented and just like Taurus Mars they get their first job at a young age. This is the placement most likely to be the boss of a company. They are high achievers and only want the best of everything. They want the best job, the best education, the latest clothes, the fastest car, the finest wine and the most popular partner. They can come across as cold but they are not, they just dont have time for drama because they are busy taking over the world. They are very reliable and if they say they will do something they will. Physically they tend to have attractive bone structure and they are always well groomed. They take good care of themselves because they know how shallow this world is. They know how this world works. They know how to play the game. Tend to come across as older than they really are.

MARS IN AQUARIUS

Mars in Aquarius can be very argumentative because they think outside the box, but sometimes the need to be different is taken too far and they start talking back only to talk back. This is still one of my favorite placements because they are humanitarian and very open minded. But if afflicted they can become the opposite instead. They are free and they do what they want and like who they like. They wont dislike you just because other people dislike you(unless they have capricorn influence). They are rule breakers which is what makes them so fun but this can also make them dangerous. These people turn cold when angry and they have no issues with breaking the rules to get what they want. Its easy for them to detach and it can even be their coping mechanism when life gets hard. They absolutely love anyone and anything that stands out. Ive noticed so many Aquarius Mars people who got android instead of iphone btw. Since they are a fixed sign they will hold a grudge no matter how carefree they might be otherwise. These people love a good debate, they are very intelligent and they love to show it. If afflicted or conjunct Mercury they can be a real besserwisser. They have a very striking appearance. And can have a very penetrating look to the eyes.

MARS IN PISCES

These people can be very shy which is one of their cutest qualities. They do have a tendency to lose themselves in a dream and focus too much of that willpower into something that wont happen. Physically there is something very cute about them like Heath Ledger. Like this cute fluffiness to them. They are very romantic and a lot of them started dating early but probably online because of the shyness. They are very sensitive and prefer to stay away from aggressive people unless they have Mars aspecting pluto. These people can lack sense of reality and see other people as worse than they actually are. Ive seen men with this placement have beef with women because they were afraid of other men. People with this placement unfortunately stay in relationship where they are not treated right for too long because they refuse to let go of the fantasy. Sex with these people can be addictive because they are so gentle and sweet and make you feel love, i dont know how gen z pisces mars people act tho since they have it square pluto. These people can make you feel so beautiful and cared for. Some people with this placement can be VERY passive aggressive and instead of fighting you themselves might get someone else to do it. They are very likely to fight using other people. They might go for a partner whos very dominant and who can do the heavy lifting in the relationship.

House placement and aspects to Mars are not taken inte consideration in this post so not everyone will relate. ✨

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eddies-ashtray · 1 year

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Knee Socks // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: Eddie has a thing for his best friend's thighs. She catches him jerking off and Eddie’s fantasy becomes reality. Part 2 to this blurb (though this can be read independently).

WC: 2.7k

Category: Smut (18+).

Content: Eddie’s thigh kink, knee socks kink (?), kinda perv Eddie, kinda ditzy reader, masturbation (male receiving), fem receiving oral (face riding), nicknames.

A/N: This is for my girls with thick thighs. I love you and you are gorgeous. Also, I have a tag list, but not everyone who liked the tag list post will be tagged here since many of the blogs do not have their ages in their bios--which is a requirement to be added to the tag list that many people ignored ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Eddie’s never endured torture before but he is pretty sure that he has a good idea of what it would feel like. And he is currently experiencing it.

It’s a lazy Saturday evening and you and Eddie have spent the day together, which is the furthest thing from torture in his opinion. It’s the opposite of torture, actually; Eddie cherishes your company more than anything in the world.

Right now though, you lay next to him on his bed—you, on your belly facing him, and Eddie, leaning against the headboard with his acoustic guitar in his lap—as you doodle in your notebook while humming one of his songs. And while that is nearly enough to send him into overdrive, you are also wearing a brand new skirt. The torture device itself.

Eddie knew he was in for the most torturous day when he answered his door and you were there in your black knee socks and that skirt, presenting it to him excitedly by giving him a twirl on his doorstep. He hadn’t missed the way your thighs jiggled with the movement. In fact, he fixated on it and forced himself to stifle a groan at the sight as you exclaimed, it even has pockets!

Previously, Eddie had thought that your red skirt and knee socks were the most deadly pairing, but this one–oh, God, this one. It’s a simple black skirt, nothing super fancy, but it is so—so—short that he’s sure that if you bent over, he’d get a pretty view of the curve of your ass and your soft cunt through your panties. The thought has his mouth watering instantly.

He’s torn because he never wants you to leave, but he also really needs you to leave so he can take care of the growing bulge in his pants. Eddie is thankful he has his guitar covering his lap.

Luckily, his dilemma is solved when you glance over at his alarm clock and say, “Oh! Shoot, I need to get home.” As you begin to shove your things into your bag.

Relief floods over him, followed by a wave of guilt. He should not want his best friend to leave so he can jack off to the thought of her and the way her pretty, thick thighs look in her new skirt.

Eddie’s about to climb off the bed after you get up, intending to walk you out even though his bedroom is no more than 20 short paces from the front door of the trailer. But he’s stopped by your hand on his arm applying gentle pressure to stop him from standing, the contact causing his face to burn hot and the skin under your hand to sizzle with electricity.

“Don’t worry, Eddie, I can find my way to the door,” You tell him, not wanting him to have to walk you to his door. It’s not exactly far.

“Oh, alright,” Eddie agrees without protest. He wouldn’t have to awkwardly hide his hardness from you after all.

“See you tomorrow! Bye, Eddie,” You say with a dazzling smile as you open his bedroom door, giving him a little wave just before you exit his room and shut the door.

“Bye,” Eddie says just as his door clicks shut.

Sitting very still for about 15 seconds, he waits for the resolute slam of the trailer door before he hurriedly stands from his bed to place his acoustic guitar on its stand, and shoves his jeans down his legs, nearly tripping on his way back to his bed.

Another wave of guilt crashes over him for a moment before fizzling out as he settles back on the bed and squeezes himself at the base of his cock. He’s already leaking pre-cum, his boxers likely stained from the sticky substance.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, flicking his wrist on his first stroke and running his thumb over the bright red tip. Pressing the tip of his thumb meanly into his leaking hole, Eddie moans loudly, unabashed in the empty trailer.

The guilty part of him encourages him to get on with it, to stop teasing himself so the shameful act of thinking of you while he touches himself can be over with as soon as possible. So he does, quickly spitting thickly into his hand before wrapping it back around his thick length. Because he’s painfully hard, and desperate, and can’t fight off the image of your plush thighs as his fist flies over the length of his flushed cock.

Just as he’s getting into a fast, pleasurable rhythm, the worst–best?–thing happens. And it happens so quickly that he doesn’t have the time to stop, or throw a sheet over himself, or do anything that would make this moment less awkward.

His bedroom door whips open.

“Sorry, Teddy, I forgot my-”

But Eddie doesn’t get to find out what you’d left behind. Because you freeze in his doorway. You, and your knee socks, and your teeny tiny skirt, and your mouth-watering thighs freeze at the cusp of his bedroom while he’s half naked in his bed as he pumps his cock to the thought of you. It throbs in his hand at the sight of you in all your gorgeous glory, stunned into silence—except for the tiny half-gasp, half-squeak that leaves you.

This moment would be a whole lot more awkward and embarrassing if you’d done what he’d expected you to do the moment that door had opened. But you do none of what he thought you might. You hadn’t screamed in horror and covered your eyes or slammed his door shut and left immediately, leaving behind whatever it was you had left here. No, instead, you stand there, unable to take your eyes off his pretty, thick cock. Unable to remove your gaze from the pearly pre-cum dripping from his tip and the way his large hand moves over his length. Instead, you visibly swallow and rub your thighs together as if you’re trying to provide some relief for yourself. As if the sight of Eddie on his bed touching himself is enough to make you wet, to make your cunt ache with desire.

So, all of this considered, Eddie takes a chance.

Eddie takes a chance when he begins to lazily stroke his cock again in a much slower rhythm, teasing you. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers at the movement.

Eddie takes a chance when he says, “C’mere, sweetheart.” As his back arches just slightly off the bed when he tightens his fist around his girth on an upstroke.

For the first time since you’d caught him, your gaze shifts from his cock to his face–which is probably tinged a pretty pink right about now, shades lighter than his tip.

“W-what?” You stutter, delicate hand still poised on the door knob.

“I said: come here, sweetheart,” Eddie repeats slowly and more commanding this time.

It takes a moment, but eventually you scramble toward him while he continues the most torturous pace of his fist over his cock.

Eddie had thought that earlier–when he was forced to watch you prance around his bedroom in that skirt and those knee socks–had been torture. But now, here you are, crawling onto his bed, and his palms are itching to reach out and touch you.

Once you’re settled on your knees next to him–your skirt now bunched up high on your thighs from the way you’re kneeling–, you reach out to replace his hand with your own, but Eddie has different plans.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” he hums, clicking his tongue in disapproval, halting your movements.

Your gaze finds his eyes as your lips melt into a delicate pout. You, disappointed at the fact that he told you not to touch his cock.

“But-please?” You beg, voice watery, and Eddie thinks he could cum just from your simple pleading to touch him.

A slow, pleased smile spreads across his face before he clarifies, “I’ve been dreaming of something else, sweetheart...” His gaze falling to your legs and his free hand creeping up your thigh–causing goosebumps to rise in their wake–where he toys with the edge of your skirt. “And I’m just dying to have a taste.”

“Oh,” You reply dumbly, breathlessly. “Yes, please.”

Eddie’s brows knit together, pained by your sweetness. “God, you’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you, angel?” He says, stroking your thigh gently with his thumb.

Your head ducks bashfully at the new nickname and his remark and it’s all making his cock somehow harder and his belly stickier with pre-cum. His hand slows to a stop on his cock, sure that if he kept it up, he’d be cumming any second now.

“Alright, angel, get up here,” Eddie instructs, tapping his chest. “Want these pretty thighs around my head,” He says with a mean squeeze to the dough of your thigh.

He expects you to reach underneath your skirt to tug off your panties before you climb over him, but instead you move to straddle his chest immediately. Since your skirt is so short, it simply bunches around your hips with the new position. And he finds the most wonderful sight once you’re hovering over his face: your naked cunt, already slick and glistening. Saliva fills his mouth at the view and he groans. You’d been in his home all day, wearing that tiny skirt without any panties, knowing full well that he’d get an eyeful if you so much as bent over.

“Naughty girl,” Eddie growls as he brings both his arms around your thighs before turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the plushness of your left thigh. It’s just as soft beneath his lips as he thought it would be.

With his hands now gripping the outsides of your thighs, Eddie finds they are soft and sweet, so pillowy they feel like clouds beneath his fingertips. Digging his fingers into the flesh roughly, greedily, Eddie begins sucking a harsh bruise into your thigh, causing you to whimper pathetically above him.

If a heaven existed, this would be it.

Though he’s dreamt of marking you up, of scattering bruises across your pretty thighs and admiring his work, it would take some time to do it just the way he wants. And right now, his craving for a taste of your soaked cunt—which hovers teasingly above him like a feast after months of not eating—is so overwhelming Eddie simply cannot wait any longer to devour you. He’ll take his time with you another day, but right now all he knows is that he might die if he goes another second without his mouth on your puffy cunt.

So, Eddie tightens his grip around your thighs and pulls you forcefully down onto his tongue, causing you to gasp in shock at the swift action.

Eddie’s groan of pleasure rivals your moan as his tongue rolls teasingly over your pudgy clit for the first time. Then, he flattens his tongue and licks a thick strip from your slick-leaking hole all the way up your cunt, getting a proper taste of you. You’re a slice of heaven.

“Oh! E-Eddie!” You cry, and this only causes his hips to thrust into the air in search of friction, of relief. But he’ll neglect his cock forever in favour of your taste on his tongue.

The crush of curls on your mound glistens with your slick now as Eddie begins to devour you messily, shaking his head back and forth in a fast motion, an action that represents his carnal hunger for you. When you roll your hips hungrily over his tongue, his cock throbs on his belly where it lays, steadily leaking pre-cum.

“There you go, angel. Use my tongue,” Eddie encourages after pulling away for a moment. The seconds it takes him to say that to you when he doesn’t have his mouth on you are torturous.

Once he gets his tongue back on you, the point of it seeks out that little magic button that has you rolling your hips more aggressively over his face. You’re a messy, moaning angel above him as he tongues at your clit.

Eddie thinks this is the happiest he has ever been; the prettiest girl in the world sitting on his faceher thighs pressing against his ears so tightly her moans are muffled slightly and her cunt on his tongue so wet he can hardly fathom it.

“Mmh, p-please!” You beg, though he’s not sure for what. But he realizes he doesn’t care because you are so vocal and listening to you moan and beg above him is his new favourite song.

Again, Eddie flattens his tongue over your messy cunt, but this time pushes his tongue into your weeping hole, and begins to thrust it in and out as he brings one of his hands up and around to toy with your clit with his thumb. This combination seems to be your favourite as you moan wantonly above him, hands flying down from where they were previously gripping the headboard to crush into the curls atop his head.

“Oh, God,” You moan, shivering above him, totally blissed out as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your eyelids slide closed, and your head tips back. The delicious slide of his tongue in and out of you combined with his thumb rubbing meanly into your clit is just too much.

Eddie can feel your slick dripping down his cheeks and chin, but he doesn’t mind in the least. In fact, he basks in the sticky mess of it all. Sex is not worth it if it doesn't get messy.

Your hips roll over his tongue again and your hands in his hair pull harshly, causing Eddie to moan at the prickling sensation, cock twitching at the mixture of the pleasure and pain of the action.

“Fuck! G-gonna cum, Eddie! Please, please can I cum?” You plead weakly from above, eyes finding his, which have remained open this whole time, not wanting to miss a single second of this glorious moment.

Unwilling to pull away from you in order to answer, Eddie simply mumbles something that sounds almost like yes against your cunt. You seem to understand though because Eddie can feel you clench around his tongue, all the while his thumb continues to rub tight circles into your clit. Your eyes screw shut as you ride out your orgasm, squeaking out the cutest moan when your mouth falls into a pretty O shape, and you thank him over and over again. Soon, your hips halt their movements and you pull in heaving breaths.

Whimpering as you gently push his hand away from your sensitive clit, you collapse forward against the headboard behind him. You could stay like this for as long as you needed—forever if you wanted to—and Eddie would forever be happy right here between your thighs with your cum smeared across his chin and cheeks and your taste heavy on his tongue.

Unfortunately, that is not a realistic fantasy, and eventually Eddie is helping you off of his face and you’re collapsing next to him, breathing heavily even still.

Rolling over onto his side to look at you, he smiles at the sweat dotting your forehead, and brings a hand up to your face, tenderly stroking your warm cheek with the back of his clean index finger. You nuzzle into the touch and smile lazily up at the ceiling.

Eddie doesn’t have to ask to know the answer to his question, but he wants to hear it from you anyway. Wants to confirm that his dreams have just come to fruition and you are actually laying here, clothes rumpled and your wetness staining his sheets.

“How was that?”

Your head lolls to the side and you gaze up at him incredulously. His face is shiny, covered in your wetness. It causes a new warmth to bloom in your chest.

Despite the fact that you thought it was obvious just how much you’d enjoyed it, you sigh dreamily: “Wonderful.”

And Eddie can’t wait to make you feel wonderful again and again and again, to make you cum so hard you not only see stars, but entire galaxies.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

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"But werewolves aren't real?" || werewolf! 141 x werewolf! reader

Future pairings = poly 141 x reader

Chapter pairings = none this chapter

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[Chapter 2]

Summery: After moving out of the big city and into the forest, you meet some men that might have some awners about whats been causing your pain.

EXPLICIT under the cut

Groaning as your alarm wakes you, you glance over while hitting the snooze button. It was 7:30 in the morning and you had to get up. Sleepily you remember that you were moving today. Blearily you rub your eyes and contemplate getting up at all. However, you couldn’t delay since tomorrow the people who bought your house would be moving in.

Struggling to stand up as every muscle in your body ached and pulled on itself, it was as if they didn’t sit right in your skin. Your tummy aches and burns, and the scar from the dog bite that you had gotten on your wrist as a teen pulled and burned like a brand, you were almost in tears as you grabbed the outfit you set out. It was a simple t-shirt and jeans.

Everything else was pretty much ready for the movers. You grabbed your heated blanket, three sleep stuffies, and your blankie picking them all up with care and putting them in the front seat of your car. You just lean against your car for a moment and bask in the cool morning air. It would be nice to leave the city behind, it was a blessing your job could be done remotely as a freelance accountant.

The morning felt never ending as the movers loaded everything up in their truck and you managed to get on the road. The pain you felt only got worse even with tylenol and ibuprofen. It was agonizing and you couldn’t take anything stronger till the end of the day when you unpacked some of your stuff and were off the road.

After a few hours you and the moving truck reach your new home, it was a good size cottage with a garden in the back. It looked like it was going to fall apart in a few places but you had been on the phone with a contractor that would help get it all sorted. It also was against a mountain and had forest surrounding it, the chirping of birds felt comforting as you looked around. It was about an hour from the nearest ‘big’ town and was right on the border of a national park. It would be a nice place to raise a family, if you ever got around to it. Although, at your age that most likely was out of the cards. It was stunning and eased the longing feeling for the forest.

Breathing in the scent of pine you almost moan, you already felt at home. Your body relaxes and the pain dulls to a barely-there ache. You help the movers the best you can, pointing to what went to each room, with their help you put away the small things and they move in the larger things.

The moving company finished moving everything in and you were finally able to lay down and take some real medication. Your doctor had prescribed muscle relaxers, they didn’t ease the ache much and really only put you to sleep, but it was better than writhing in agony all night.

The doctors claimed it was just due to your age seeing as you were getting older. You didn't believe it since the pain had been plaguing you for decades since you were in your late teens. It made no sense seeing as your body still seemed the same as it was when you were eighteen, you didn’t even have gray hair or wrinkles yet!

Grabbing your heated blanket and medication you climb into bed, taking your meds and then laying down your body is wracked with agony. You gasp and moan in pain, you writhe as your bones and muscles pull and burn. Howling in pain as your body feels like it's on fire. You curl up in the fetal position and sob loudly.

Gasping you still cry, grabbing your heated blanket you put it on max heat and pray for it to maybe, hopefully work. Your eyes run with tears and you feel suffocated as your ribs felt as if they were breaking. The noises that come from your mouth were animalistic, if you weren’t in so much pain you would have been mortified.

As the night progresses it only gets worse and worse, it lulls for a while and you relax. Taking in deep breaths you hope it’s the end but a wolf howls out somewhere in the yard and you are brought right back into pain. As you look in the full body mirror leaning against the wall your eyes are a glowing orange and you look off. You looked like the second to first transformation in an animorphs book.

Eventually your body takes mercy and you pass out, crying yourself to sleep. Your dreams are filled with wolves and forests. You felt safe and at home in your dream, it was so easy and you didn’t hurt. The moon was full in your dream, the forest was stunning in the moonlight. As you meander through the woods, an odd feeling takes over you.

You had been horny before but never this much. You felt hot and sticky and so- so needy. Your body contorts in your dream into a face down ass up position. The urge and lust for babies takes over you. Whining you spread your legs more hoping to entice someone into filling you up. You gasp as someone finally does something, licking at your hole, you can’t tell who it is but it feels so good…so right.

“Please please, please….pleaaassseee…” you whine desperately for someone to fill you up.

Your breathing stutters as you feel your hole stretch open, it was so warm and comforting. The pace was slow and considerate before it ramped up to something more intense. You had never felt so good ever in your life, none of your sparse partners had ever gotten you to this peak. Reaching your peak you tense up and dive over the edge of pleasure. You moan loudly and clench down.

Just as you came down from your high, it became cold and your hole clenched around nothing. You whine as you slowly wake up. Rubbing your eye, you were incredibly sore which wasn’t new but the insides of your thighs are tacky with your release. Mortification washed over you as you realized that you had been humping your pillow during your sex dream.

Getting up way too quickly, your body protests and you cry out in pain. Stumbling to the shower you wash off your shame and put the pillow cover in the washing machine. As you dress you hear the doorbell go off.

As quiet as possible you climb downstairs but end up slipping and falling on your wrist causing pain to shoot up your arm. You cry out in pain and gasp harshly. Coupled with the soreness from last night you couldn’t get up and instead curl up in a ball and cry.

Someone knocks on the door again “You alright there?” The voice was rough and deeply masculine “I usually watch the house so I have a key, can I come in?”

“Give me a minute…” You whimper and stand up shakily.

You stumble to the door and open it.

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The Hc that Sanji has a small 3 tattoo from Germa BUT he wasn't even aware of it

all of the Vinsmoke kids were tattooed according to their corresponding numbers at a very young age. Young enough that there’s no memory of actually getting the tattoo

Sanji's is very small and the ink was his Germa assigned color yellow, which makes it blend in with his skin a bit. The numbers were printed small and thin to remain inconspicuous. After all, the kids all have noticeable differences, so the tattoos were more of a formality, an insurance, rather than a functioning identifier. essentially the numbers can go unnoticed without careful inspection— and there would be no reason for the kids to analyze their own backs

luffy is the first person to comment on it. he has a knack for catching small details, especially when it pertains to his crew. Maybe he spots it when Sanji is changing or it catches his eye after a shirtless sanji rescues him from the water. Either way, Luffy curiously asks about the mark on Sanjis back. Sanji has no idea what he’s referring to so he dismisses it as another weird Luffy comment and Luffy moves on to something else catching his interest

Chopper is the one who actually tells Sanji about it. After he performs surgery on sanjis back, he informs him that his tattoo was not damaged in any way from his injury or operation. This time Sanji freezes. He has questions- after all Chopper is a medical professional and has no reason to make up stories or ask random meaningless questions. Chopper uses a mirror to show sanji exactly where the tattoo is placed on his back and Sanji goes silent once he realizes what it is and where it must have come from

Chopper is curious about how Sanji ended up with a tattoo he has no memory of, but Sanji waves him off with a lie about getting drunk and entering a tattoo parlor. Chopper respects Doctor-Patient confidentiality of course, so he never brings up the mysterious tattoo again.

Sanji goes to great lengths to keep anyone else from seeing the tattoo. In the bunk room he changes with his back to the wall and in the bath he sinks deeper into the water. No one will ever see his exposed back again.

When he’s alone, Sanji looks at very little else. He quickly learns the best way to position himself to study his reflection. He stares long enough to memorize his own back. He learns he has a few freckles dotted along his spine, his shoulder blades stick out slightly more than average, and of course he knows just how striking the color yellow can be. His eyes are drawn to the mark like a magnet and at times he can practically feel it burning into his skin

He hates it. It’s a direct link to his past- the one he was told to never speak of. It’s like Germa is mocking him… yet he also feels conflicted by it. He rejects Germa, but he can’t help but wonder what his younger self would have thought about being forever marked as one of them. He wonders if it would have made accepting his banishment harder. He wonders if Judge even remembers that the tattoo was given to him.

In the end he manages to push it aside like he does with all of his other Germa memories. Even if it disturbs and sickens him whenever he remembers what is printed on his back, he moves forward.

Until Whole Cake of course. It’s a cruel reminder that Sanji had never actually been free; that he’d been branded as theirs since birth and his years after escaping their clutches was only borrowed time.

(Until Luffy reminds him that freedom is something he will always ensure for his friends. He reminds him that Sanji has never been one of them.)

Back on Whole Cake when Sanji sees Reiju again he asks her about the tattoos; if she knew of their existence. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised when she stares at him blankly and says she always knew.

#someone tag a big twitter account so people will make art of this #just kidding … unless 👀#sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke sanji #so sorry to tag him as that but it’s about him and the vinsmokes so #luffy #chopper #sanji headcanon #whole cake island #some angst for ya #reiju #germa 66 #one piece

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 4 months

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Bleach Headcanons: Skincare

Who’s the skincare expert and who uses just soap and water?

Jushiro Ukitake:

He doesn’t believe in flashy skincare, thinking it needs to be convenient, gentle and affordable. Think of brands like Cerave, Cetaphil, and La Roche Posay. He’ll probably have a trusted cleanser he’s been using for years (centuries?), a reliable serum, maybe retinoid based (gotta use something anti-aging at this stage) and a good, hydrating moisturizer (illness makes his skin dry and he hates looking that way).

Byakuya Kuchiki:

Can and will only buy the best of the best. A skincare snob. Even if there’s an amazing drugstore brand, he refuses to use it. SK II, Tatcha, and La Mer are all you’ll find in his bathroom cabinet. Of course he follows the 7 step Korean skincare routine. Cleanse twice, toner, essence, serum, moisturizer eye cream. Adds a sunscreen if he plans on going out. He will not compromise his routine for anything, so be prepared to wait for him as he goes through this process everyday, twice.

Renji Abarai:

He’ll pretend like he doesn’t do any skincare but he has his little stash of items he uses for self-indulgence. He enjoys wearing face masks (thanks to Rukia), which he applies after using a cleanser that’s trending, like from Tula or Drunk Elephant. The man somehow has balanced skin so he’ll use an everyday moisturizer like the Clinique Moisture Surge.

Kensei Muguruma:

He uses his body wash as face wash, and whatever body moisturizer he has on hand he uses on his face too. What’s the point after all? It’s skin. As long as it’s clean and not cracking, there isn’t a problem.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

He creates his own skincare but it’s kind of questionable. He claims his skin can tolerate quite a lot, so his skincare always has heavy amounts of acids in it; glycolic acid, salicylic acid, ascorbic acid. Top this off with a heavy dosage retinol. Does it work? We may never know from all the makeup he uses on his face. At least he removes all of it before sleeping (?).

Kisuke Urahara:

He also makes his own concoctions, but in a much less dramatic way than Mayuri. Grows his own ingredients, like oranges for vitamin C, mint for salicylic acid, and carrots for retinol. Think of his products like a clean, organic skincare line that he wouldn’t sell to anyone unless he’s happy with it himself. He rarely buys commercially available products but the one thing he will spend his money on is sheet masks, they’re convenient and he honestly finds them tedious to make on his own.

Shinji Hirako:

He may not show it, but this man is very self conscious about his appearance. He has a mix of both popular and indie skin care brands. Think Belif, Youth to the People and Drunk Elephant. He probably regularly cleanses and uses a moisturizer, maybe something with vitamin C in it, since he can’t have people seeing the dark circles under his eyes.

Ichigo Kurosaki:

Essence? Toner? Serums? Isn’t a cleanser just soap? Give him some bar soap and a CeraVe moisturizer. He doesn’t have time to figure this shit out. There’s people that need to be saved and stuff.

Rose Otoribashi:

Yes, he knows the difference between a toner and an essence. He also thinks essences are a gimmick. Give him a balancing cleanser for his oily skin, and a toner with some salicylic acid in it to further help the oil. Add a vitamin C serum and a lightweight moisturizer and he’s ready to rock.

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scarf - eddie munson

day 10 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. professor!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30's and reader is in her early 20s) find more about this universe here

lmk if you want a part two for this one!

It's been a long time since Halloween, and your relationship is still a secret.

It was fun to see Eddie in class, much more fun teasing him and watching his cheeks glow red. He was a total professional, never breaking at his readings and continuing to give the lecture of the day without hesitation.

He was so used to spoil you. When Eddie gets rough with you in bed and you forget to finish your essay, he makes his T.A. give you an A in a very rushed and poorly written essay. It wasn't like you, but in times like this, he gave you a pass and you would thank him later.

Even if your relationship with Mr. Munson was a bad idea, it has been one of the best experiences of your life. He is mature enough to know how to treat you like a princess, his age doesn't fade from his gorgeous looks or how much experience he has in bed. It's simply him, taking care of you like you've always deserved it.

At the beginning of winter, you've decided to knit a scarf for him. It was a thoughtful gesture, hoping he would like something made for you instead of something expensive, like the gifts he gives you. And you're a crafty kind of girl, every gift means more if you've made it yourself.

Keeping the relationship a secret has been hard, but now at your weekly late dinner that he cooked. You decide to surprise him, in the comfort of his big home.

"I have a gift for you"

You walk into the kitchen, empty glasses of wine with the taste of it lingering in your mouth.

Sweet, strong, and expensive. Just like him.

You place them on the kitchen island and as Eddie fills them up again you run to get his gift. When you come back, you see a gift bag dangling from his fingers.

"You are not the only one with a gift, sweetheart"

You get close to him to exchange gifts. You open yours first, a set of festive red lingerie, lipstick, and a brand new bottle of your perfume the one he loves.

"You didn't have to!" you say, placing a peck on his lips before stepping back and seeing him open his gift. "But I love it, baby. I hope you love yours" His fingers trace the entrance of the gift bag before ripping it open. Your mouth almost waters at the little show.

When he finds the beanie and the scarf, you can see his face glow.

"Did you make this?"

"Mhhm" You nod.

"You made this, for me?"

"Yes baby, of course"

He hugs you tight, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you. Eddie hides his head in the crook of your neck, his lips start to kiss your skin.

"Thank you, doll. It's amazing, no one has ever made me a gift before"

You hug his waist with your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold you in place. You throw your head back just a bit for him to look at you, and his watery brown eyes lock with yours.

"I know it's not expensive but I made it with so much love"

"Are you kidding? this is the best, you are the best"

He breaks the distance between your faces, catching your lips with his in a soft kiss. Everything is a bubbly feeling, you can't wait to spend the winter break with him.

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Now it's Friday, your last day before winter break. You sit at your last class which so happens to be Eddie's, he is giving an open conference talking about his success and his years of experience. Some of your classmates ask questions, and he answers every one of them with patience.

He waves his fingers in the air, he touches his scarf the one you made for him with the same softness he touches your skin. You can feel your tummy tingling, your pussy aching. It's turning you on, so much. You know he can see you, what's wrong with having a little bit of fun?

Your fingers linger on the buttons of your coat, making eye contact with Eddie as he continues to talk. You giggle as he shakes his head slightly and goes back to the subject.

When his eyes go back to look at you, he sees the red lingerie bra peaking out of your white button up shirt. The transparency of the fabric shows off the red lace, and your tight shirt squeezes your breasts so perfectly.

Eddie’s mouth is completely watering at the sight, he fights his thoughts to finish this lecture professionally and he would have to deal with you later.

In the end, you are the last one in the lecture room. He sees you coming down the stairs with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Eddie smiles slightly as your sweet perfume starts to hit his nose, you open your coat to let him see the red lace and your breasts. His mouth starts to water as he looks at you, his fingers traveling to unhook the first button of your shirt.

“This is very risky, you are being a bad girl you know?” he whispers, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“I’m not being bad, I need you daddy” you whisper too. Your hand is dangerously close to his bulge.

One of his large hands finds the small of your back, he gets you closer to him sliding his knee between his legs. You feel his thigh under your clothed pussy. Your skirt rides up a little.

“Look at you, needy and a brat” his hand cups your chin, feeling his grip tighten, but not too much to hurt you. He makes you look at him “Open” Your mouth opens slightly, not even thinking about it twice. It’s muscle memory at this point. He spits on your mouth, you feel his warmth and swallow slowly.

“Please” you beg.

“Thirty minutes, my office. I have to talk to a colleague”

He kisses your cheek and leaves the room. Leaving you with wetness pooling on your panties, thighs pressed and the taste of him in your mouth.

Maybe you went a little too far. But you are excited about the punishment.

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cloudlessly-light · 4 months

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Another Hotchniss filth age gap idea for you bestie: How about Dave is emily's father figure (not necessarily her step-dad but he has always been there when her real parents weren't) and Aaron is his best friend….so she's essentially fucking her dad's best friend haha

A/N: Bestie you know I love the AU’s and the age difference so you KNEW this was right up my alley lol. I hope you like our idiots being filthy together!

Title: From boys to men Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

“Bella!”

The familiar sound of Dave’s voice makes her hurry downstairs from where she had been packing up the last few things that she still had in her parents’ home.

“Dave!” She beams and happily accepts the tight hug and kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

Dave had been in her life as long as she could remember, a close friend to her parents and the one who she had come to know as a second father. In some ways he had always been the one to look out for her, even when she didn’t want it. They had only gotten closer when she moved back to the states for college. And now she was moving to her own apartment, her dorm room all packed up and she was starting a new part of her life, a part she was excited for.

“Have you got everything you need?” Dave asks just as a second figure appeared in the doorway and Emily swore she had never seen a more attractive man. “Oh right, Emily this is Aaron, one of my best friends. He’s kind enough to help out.”

“Like you’d be able to carry all those boxes without breaking your back, old man.” Aaron says causing Dave to feign hurt.

“Hey, you might be a decade younger but I am still wiser.” Dave jokes and Emily rolls her eyes. She had heard that before.

“Oh right, that’s how it goes.” Aaron teases gently and smiles at her while extending his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She takes his hand and shakes it, eyes locked on his. “Thanks for helping out.” When she pulls her hand back her palm tingles, the heat of his hand feeling like a brand on her skin.

“We should get going.” Dave interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the way Emily can’t tear her eyes off his best friend. “So we have time to unpack the heavy stuff and then I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner?” He looks between Aaron and Emily, his smile as kind as always.

“Sounds perfect.” She says and she sees Aaron nodding in her peripheral.

It was going to be a great day.

“So, how do you feel about living on your own?” Dave asked, chopsticks in hand. She smirked at him, knowing that he was more worried about her than anything else.

“It’ll be fine Dave, no need to worry.” She leaned back in her seat. “It’s like I’m an adult now.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the closest thing I have to a daughter. And you’re barely an adult.” He shrugged and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.

“I’m 22 years old!” She laughs but secretly she loves that he cares for her in this way, her parents never did. “I’ll be okay, besides you’re 20 minutes away, it’s closer than when I was at Yale.”

“Yeah but-” The sound of Dave’s phone ringing cut him off and he sighed. “Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Never met a busier man.” Aaron said once they were alone and she nodded as she looked at him from across the table.

She had spent most of the afternoon looking at him, feeling her mouth go dry by the way he effortlessly lifted heavy boxes, felt tingles down her spine as she watched his large hands flex as he helped her move the couch, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her body.

“So Aaron,” She made sure to put on a face of innocence “how do you know Dave?”

“We used to work together, before he retired.” Aaron leaned back slightly in his seat as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “He trained me.”

“Oh, so you’re working for the FBI?” She made sure to keep eye contact, trying to size him up.

“Yeah, the behavioral analysis unit.” He smiled easily and Emily found herself wanting to press a finger against the dimple in his cheek.

“No wonder you carried those boxes like they weighed nothing.” When one of his eyebrows arched she let out a breathy laugh. “Of course I noticed, how could I not?” She batted her eyelashes and she could see him swallowing and then cleared his throat.

“I’m flattered.” He said and looked down at his plate. He should not find a girl more than 15 years younger than him this attractive, he should not wonder what her lips tasted like or imagine the softness of her skin.

“Sorry about that.” Dave is suddenly there, sitting down and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief.

He could not go there with Emily, she was off limits.

It’s been three weeks since she moved and Aaron and Dave had both popped in to help out around the apartment, building furniture and painting walls even when she had told them both that she didn’t need their help. But she wasn’t going to argue too much, because seeing Aaron always ended with her hand between her legs later that night as she thought of him. She knew that he had caught on to the flirting, but he was still keeping his distance.

What he didn’t know was that what Emily wanted, she got. And she wanted him.

It was a warm Sunday when she got home from lunch with a friend. When she entered her apartment it was bordering on suffocatingly hot and she quickly made her way towards the AC. To her frustration it was dead and she had no idea what was wrong with it. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Great.” She muttered and reached for her phone to call Dave.

“Hey kiddo.” He sounded unusually happy she thought.

“Hey Dave, I have a question. What do you know about AC’s?” She started to move around the apartment to open the windows.

“Absolutely nothing.” He chuckled when she let out a sound of annoyance. “Besides, I’m in LA for the weekend, coming back tomorrow. But call Aaron, he might be able to help.”

Well that got her in a great mood.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Anytime Bella.”

She hung up and made her way towards her bedroom to change as she called Aaron.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He sounded distracted she thought.

“Hey, Aaron it’s Emily.” She kicked off her jeans and tore of her t-shirt as she kept him on speakerphone.

“Emily, are you alright?” She could hear the pause in his voice and she didn’t blame him.

“Yeah I’m fine, but my AC is out and I don’t know how to fix it and Dave is gone this weekend but he suggested that I could call you… Do you think you could come over?” She bit her bottom lip as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever.

“I can be there in an hour.”

Game on.

Almost exactly 60 minutes to the dot later, he was knocking on her door. When she opened it she saw the quick look of surprise on his face at the state of her undress. She had decided on a thin tank top and the shortest shorts she owned, blaming it on the heat if he dared to bring it up.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Not a problem, hopefully I can figure it out.” As he moved towards the AC, she sat down on the couch.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow if you can’t.” She let her eyes move over him, he really was a stunning man. She wasn’t sure if he heard her, his focus already on the AC as he looked it over.

It didn’t take long, Aaron pushing buttons and looking over some of the wires before the buzz of the AC sounded through the apartment and Aaron laughed.

“Well, that was quick enough.” He said, his eyes lingering on her smooth thighs for a moment before forcing himself to look away.

“Sorry you had to drive all the way here for that.” She stood from the couch and batted her eyelashes as she slowly licked her bottom lip. When his eyes fastened on it she knew that she hadn’t imagined the way he had been looking at her.

“Not a problem. But now it’s fixed so I-” His words are cut off by the feeling of Emily’s hands pushing him against the wall. She’s so close that he can smell her perfume, could count her freckles and he knows that he should push her away, but he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” He asks instead, voice low and the raspiness of it lets her know that he’s not unaffected by her proximity.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushes up against him and he backs harder into the wall. With a smirk on her face she tilts her head as she looks up at him.

“We can’t.” He shakes his head, tries to rid himself of her perfume and soft body against his. Then her hand lands on his chest and he watches as she slowly moves it up to gently grab the back of his neck. When her nails scratch the base of his skull he swallows down a groan.

“Why not?” She doesn’t let his words deter her, she could feel his want pressing against her hip, could see how his pupils dilated.

“You’re too young.” He gets out through a clenched jaw and she laughs at his reply. “And you’re basically Dave’s daughter.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” She tugs slightly on his short hair and his hands grab her hips in response. But he doesn’t push her away, and she knows she has him. “I want you. And I know you want me too.”

“Emily…” His fingers flex around her hips as he tries to keep some resemblance of control. But there’s no denying the want he feels when he looks at her, the attraction that had been clear the moment they met. When he opened his eyes she was even closer, her lips almost brushing against his. “I should have known you were trouble from the start.”

“You have no idea.” She whispers and then her lips press against his. The moment they kiss Aaron seems to give in fully, his hands moving from where they had been frozen on her hips to the small of her back, pulling her further into him. When his tongue licked at the seam of her lips she moaned softly and she swore she heard a sound of satisfaction from him.

He pushed her back, breaking their embrace and when he looked at her again, her breathing hitched. The hesitation that had previously been there was long gone as he looked at her with something dark, his eyes moving over her body slowly, deliberately and she felt her cheeks flush.

“What?” She finally asked, almost squirming under the intensity of his stare.

“You really are a gorgeous thing.” He muttered and caught her lips in another kiss, his hand firm around the back of her neck while the other sneaked under her tank top. He broke the kiss only to taste the skin of her jaw, her neck, taking note of what spots made her gasp and moan.

“Take of your shirt.” He said and Emily let out a breathy chuckle.

“So this is how this is going to go? You barking orders at me?”

“Yes.” The tone of voice was firm, determined, his face stern as he stared her down and she could feel her cheeks heating at the same time as heat settled as a dull ache between her legs. It’s his turn to smirk, happy with how fast the tables turned. “You don’t think I can’t tell that’s what you really want? What you crave?”

She swallowed hard when his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her a moment before pulling back, forcing her head back and she gasped.

“There she is.” He mumbled against her jaw. “See you’re not as good as you make yourself out to be in front of others, are you?”

“Aaron,” Her hands were fisting his shirt, close to ripping the fabric. In a matter of seconds he had taken complete control and she had never wanted anyone more. “Please.”

“Please what?” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and pulled lightly.

“More, fuck anything.” She breathed and he let go of her hair with a hum of satisfaction.

“Come on.” He put just enough distance between them to take her hand in his and dragged her towards the bedroom. When he turned back to her he quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, a low groan sounding in his throat when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t get the time to respond, his lips once again on hers as they started to tear at clothes. Her hands moved over his strong chest, enjoyed the heat of his skin and the feel of his chest hair against her palms before moving further down to work on his jeans. With some help from him, she got them off, his jeans and boxers landing in a pile on the floor and her shorts soon following.

The sound that ripped from his throat when she wrapped her hand around his painfully hard shaft sent tingles along her body, and she knew she needed to hear it again. She pulled him into another kiss, only licking over his bottom lip for a moment before continuing to kiss down his jaw. His stubble was rough against her lips, a feeling she enjoyed until Aaron’s heavy hand pushed in her shoulder, urging her further down.

When her knees hit the floor with a soft thump she looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still stroking him.

“Open your mouth Emily.” He pushes his thumb between her lips and when her tongue circles the pad of it he smiles. “Good girl.” He pulls his thumb out and gives her a nod and it’s the only thing she needs before she takes his cock in between her lips.

Her mouth is wet and hot and he hisses at the sudden pleasure as she licks around the tip of him, tasting his precum with a sigh before moving further down. He throws his head back as she takes more of him, he’s sure he’s never felt a more wicked mouth around him.

Emily keeps her eyes on him, gauges his reactions and feels smug as he groans and swears above her. Like he senses it he looks back at her, and his fingers tangle in her hair again. The scratch of his short nails against her scalp makes her moan and his hips buckles against her face in return to the vibrations around his shaft.

“Can you take it all?” He growls, fingers tightening slightly as she licks the length of him. She isn’t sure she can, he’s thick and long but she was damn well going to try so she nods. Her lips wraps around him again, and she slowly pushes forward, making sure to flick her tongue and relax her throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” He doesn’t push her forward, watches in awe as she chokes and her eyes turn glassy. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he watches how she pulls back to breathe and then takes him back in her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop until the entire length of him has disappeared and when she chokes, he groans at the way her throat contracts around him.

She pulls back gasping, a tear falling from her eye and he carefully brushes it away and she smiles, proud that she had done what he asked. As she tries to continue, his fingers tighten in her hair and she hisses at the pull.

“Come here.” He gasps and effortlessly pulls her up to stand again. His hands move over her body, taking in every curve and valley as he lays her on the bed. He listens to her moans as he sucks on a nipple, watches the flush on her skin as he touches her everywhere except where she wants. She tries to turn them, but he’s too strong and easily pins her down with a slight shake of his head. He licks between the valley of her breasts, sucks hard on her collarbone, making her mewl. When her legs spread for him he smiles against the skin of her neck.

“What do you need?” He whispers, one hand moving between her legs, gripping the soft skin of her thigh and then slowly moving further up.

“You.” She pants, her body feeling like it was on fire from his lips and touch. She could barely think, let alone form words and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what madness felt like. Then his fingers move through her, slowly, carefully and her hips twitch.

“So wet, all for me.” He wants to taste her, wants to make her fall apart again and again but his own need to feel her wins out and he quickly rolls between her spread legs. He groans at the heat of her against him, lets the length of him move against her as he claims her lips in a breathless kiss.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers, and he knows that the sound of her begging him will stay with him forever. He keeps his eyes on hers when he pushes inside of her, wants to see the pleasure on her face. Her jaw turns slack, her eyes drift close and a moan, breathy and loud falls from her lips and he can’t help the way his hips snap in response.

Her legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go deeper inside of her and he groans lowly. He moves with long strokes, each of his thrusts met by her moving hips. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her hard enough for her body to jolt. The sounds that come from her are breathy and deep and unfamiliar to her, the pleasure he’s causing almost overwhelming.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He rasps and she can only whine in response as he sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit. When her eyes roll back and her back arches into him, he takes advantage and sucks on one of her nipples.

It’s not long before she starts to feel the coiling in her belly, and she knows that Aaron feels the way she’s clenching around him when he looks down at her with a smug grin.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” She breathes and he chuckles but he doesn’t stop.

“Already so close. It’s going to be fun to see how many times I can get you to fall apart for me.” His voice has dropped even further, his own arousal clear as he speaks. He moves up on his knees, continues to rub her clit and holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her in place as he pushes deep and hard inside of her.

She comes in only a few moments, tensing and shaking at the same time as she cries out loud enough that she knows the neighbors would be able to hear. It only seems to spur him on, his thumb insistent on her clit, and hips strong as he fucks her through it.

“One more.” He growls and she whimpers but nods. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d make her come again.

He grunts when she starts to clench around him again in no time at all and he rubs her clit faster. Watching Emily come might be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen and he knew right then that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. She comes with a groan, hips buckling and head thrown back as she moans his name.

It isn’t until she’s sucking in desperate breaths of air that he slows to let her come down from her high. When her eyelids finally flutter open, her dark eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on her lips.

“Let me ride you.” She says and he nods before laying down.

He watches with dark eyes as she straddles him, lets his hand rest on her hips as she starts to slowly grind on him.

“You’re so big.” She gasps, the fill of him close to painful as she moves above him. Her eyes find his, sees the same pleasure reflected in his eyes that she feels and she smiles.

“I know, baby.” He whispers as he enjoys the view of her on top of him. “You’re doing so good.”

“I want you to come inside of me.” She plants her hands on his chest and starts to move faster, lifting herself up and down. “I want to feel it.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, his hips pushing up against her in response. “Make me come then, filthy thing.”

Emily keeps her hands on his chest as she grinds and rocks her hips above him, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel. When his hands grip her hips harder she knows he’s getting close and she lets him help her move. Then one hand moves from her hip to wrap around her neck and she gasps as she looks down at him, finding the look on his face close to wild.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growls as he squeezes slightly around her neck. “Gonna come inside of you, pretty thing, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. If anything her movements become frenzied, the feeling of his hand around her throat and the feeling of him inside of her driving her crazy. When his hand tightens and he groans her name she whines, the sound of his name falling from her lips and it’s the last nudge he needs before his hips stutter against her and he comes with a loud grunt.

His hands loosen and she switches to slowly roll her hips against his, drawing out his pleasure until he stops her with a breathless laugh.

“Give me 30 minutes and then we’re doing that again.” He says and she feels another rush of arousal settle in her belly.

“What’s the matter, old man?” She teases and he laughs.

“Do not even think about acting like a brat right now.” He pinches her side and she jerks before settling back over his lap, happy to watch him as he catches his breath.

“So, we’re doing this again?” She asks with smiles as she looks down at him.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this again.” He gently pulls her down to kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting go of you.”

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queerpumpkinnn · 7 months

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Kinktober 7th: Inside Joke

aka mommy kink with James Potter

3.5k words

Summary: Jamie's poker face is put to the test when you surprise him with a new toy.

Pairing: Collegeau!boyfriend!james potter x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, unprotected piv sex (don't do this at home), james wears a buttplug in public, sirius is a dance major because i said so, nipple play/sucking, slight anal play, exhibitionism kinda, cum eating, degradation with a healthy dose of condescending praise, alcohol consumption, smoking (not reader or jamie, just the people around them), overstimulation, maybe hints of cnc (jamie expresses discomfort but doesn't ask to stop or struggle), cunnilingus, finger sucking, let me know if I missed anything!

While reading, I recommend you listen to guys my age - a Spotify playlist by me!

"You what?"

"Did I stutter?" you crossed your legs, turning back and forth a little in James' desk chair.

Meanwhile the man in question stood dumbfounded with an unwrapped package in his hands and his jaw dropped. "I-in front of everyone?"

"Well, yeah. But it's not like they'll see it." You quirked a brow. "Unless you make it really obvious."

James' cheeks burned scarlet at the thought. "I won't." He doesn't fully believe himself as he says it, but as he stares down at the brand-new silver toy in his hands, he doesn't really care.

"Good." You stood, kissing him on the cheek. Your touch was electric on his skin, from your lips to your hand on his chest. He was sure you could feel his heartbeat racing. "Cause we're leaving in ten."

. . .

As soon as he crossed the threshold of Sirius' house, he knew he had severely overestimated his ability to be subtle. Your fingers were locked together so as not to get separated- the house was overflowing with raucous college students and blaring music- but James was using it as a stress toy, squeezing it every time the plug nestled inside of him moved. He had worked up a thin line of perspiration under his glasses and across his hairline.

James could feel the bass of the song vibrating in his feet as he walked, through the walkway down towards the living room. His ears perked instinctively at the sound of a clear, crisp whistle from somewhere deeper into the room. He glanced around until he found the familiar, wide-grinning visage of his best friend. Sirius jerked his head, as if telling him "come over here", raven hair swishing with the movement.

You must have noticed, because when you turned back from him, one hand gripping two beer bottles by the neck, you nudged your chin to signal him forward.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear comrade!" Sirius hollered, holding a red plastic cup up in the telltale grandiose joy that always overcame him when he was drunk. "And Prongs."

James rolled his eyes, unable to help the grin splitting his face as Sirius clapped him on the back.

"Sit, sit!" Sirius beckoned them to the couch, where Remus was draped over the arm, blunt in hand. The sandy-haired boy waved lazily.

James struggled to hide a grimace as he sat down, the prodding of the metal becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He was grateful for the bottle you passed him, eager for something to ease his nerves.

"Relax, baby," you murmured in his ear, breath tickling his cheek. James' neck felt hot, the hair at the back prickled.

All he could do was swallow thickly, nodding and taking a swig.

"Good boy," you purred, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. "You might want to cover up a little though, hm? A poker face doesn't help much when you've got a boner."

James' eyes shot down. Indeed, there was a growing bulge in his pants.

Before he could say anything, you stood, pushing his legs apart. Shock coursed through him before you sat on the floor between his legs, arms draped over his knees and head leaned against his lower stomach.

This made it infinitely worse. Now he had a bird's eye view of your cleavage, and when you looked back up through your eyelids to smile at him, he had to bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. Your head rested so conveniently against his crotch, and when he shrunk back from it, the plug nestled around.

"Oi, Prongs. Y'alright?" Remus nudged the man with his foot, concern painted on his face.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out.

"Sure? You look like y've got something up your arse."

James could feel you shaking with laughter underneath him. He exhaled, shaking his head. "Just tired, s'all."

"Aren't we all." Remus nodded, head lolling over to watch the dancers- or rather, one singular dancer. "But we've got the whole summer ahead of us to loosen up."

James lifted his half-empty bottle of beer in agreement. Remus wasn't even watching, his eyes were trained on Sirius, swaying to the music. He was a dance major for a reason.

James' attention was snapped away to his crotch when you began nodding slowly to the music. You were engrossed in conversation with Dorcas and Marlene- when did they get here?- but James knew that through all your subtlety you knew exactly what you were doing. What you were doing to him. James huffed, gripping the glass bottle so tight to keep himself from holding onto your hair. He wasn't even sure what he'd do with it once he had it. Would he tug your hair away, or rut against the back of your head like a bitch in heat? He knew you'd call him that if he did, you'd call him desperate and such a needy little whore-

He almost sobbed when your head froze. His fingers itched to touch you, but he knew better than to grab your head. So he opted to look down at you. You were glaring a cold fire, so he followed your gaze across the room to some girl whose name he didn't know and whose face he didn't recognize. She wiggled her fingers at James, and as she did so, she leaned forward and pushed her arm into her tits, accentuating her already plunging neckline.

Ah, James thought. He was almost amused at your annoyance, if he wasn't already so turned on at any meager touch from you. Your hand reached under the crook of his knee to rest on his upper thigh, sending electricity shooting through his muscles.

Your head tilted up, and he knew exactly what to do without you even needing to ask.

The minute your lips touched together, mashed in a frenzy of tongue and teeth and quiet sighs, James' body was set alight. Your hand kneaded at his thigh, and he could feel you smiling- you thrived on making him squirm, and you knew when you were succeeding.

By the time you parted, James' head was swimming. He watched through lidded eyes as you licked your lips at the girl, and as the latter rolled her eyes and stalked off.

James was throbbing. He couldn't help his hips from rising up into your hair, even if his efforts were hopeless. His face was red and he was breathless.

He squeezed your hand, and you looked up in question. He didn't even have to say anything.

"Wait." You told him firmly, taking another swig.

Wait? He couldn't wait, he'd been waiting all night.

"Please," he whimpered, leaning down to your ear.

"Patience, Jamie." He hated and loved the nonchalance in your voice, the indifference.

"Need you, so bad..."

"Wait."

"Mommy!"

It wasn't that loud, barely a sigh, but it rang in your ears, scorched your belly. You scrambled to your feet, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt.

"Can't hardly wait a few hours, huh? I thought you could last longer than that." You snarled, turning and dragging him with you.

James held close to you, trying to hide his raging hard-on by pressing his front into your backside. You slithered through the crowd, around the pillar, up the stairs, and into the first bedroom you saw.

James quickly recognized it as Sirius'. Various posters were plastered almost on top of each other, so that there was more picture than wall. The smell of weed was fainter here than downstairs, and there were clothes- mostly black, but there was an occasional red or silver- scattered all over the floor. Makeup was scattered over the dresser, where a mirror was propped up haphazardly. The bed, however, was as tidy as ever, decorative pillows propped up and everything.

The click of the lock brought James back to the moment. You were standing at the door with one hand on your hip, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek.

"Go on." You said simply. Irritability was painted on your face.

"Huh?"

"Since you needed me so badly you couldn't wait until we got home, go on. You have me. Show me how badly you need me."

James' head went dumb at the idea, and his body acted of its own accord. He stood from the bed, taking your hand and pushing it into his crotch. A low moan was pulled from his throat when you cupped him, gently massaging the ache between his legs. His face dropped into the crook of your neck, relishing in the overwhelming sensations- your smell, the strain of his leaking cock against his jeans, your free hand tracing down the back of his neck. He shivered, gasping and arching his back when your finger trailed down his spine. It lingered at the base of his tailbone, sneaking under the waist of his jeans and tracing feather-light over that ticklish patch of skin.

"Mommy, please," James whined, fingers clutching your wrist.

"Turn around," you muttered, pushing him around by the waist. You walked him over to the bed until his knees hit the edge of it, trapping himself. Instinctively James reached down so he could plant his hands on the mattress, rendering himself entirely vulnerable to your will. Both of your hands groped at his behind. You reached around to unbutton his pants, tugging them down along with his underwear.

"No touching," you snapped before his hand could take his cock, bobbing heavily under its own weight. He let out a weak noise as it dripped onto the blanket pathetically.

You were still entranced with his ass, or rather, what was inside of it. Your fingers went from groping aimlessly to pulling his cheeks apart, finger trailing delicately around the little stud. At even the slightest of pressure, James' now shuddering body arched into your touch and he let out a noise so loud and unabashedly pornographic you had to clap a hand over his mouth. It wasn't until you felt the plug moving that you registered the rhythming clenching of his ass, a telltale sign that he just came.

And glancing around his body, you were right. There was a pool of white under his now softening cock, strands of cum webbing between the tip and the sticky puddle.

"Jamie." Your voice wasn't loud, nor really that stern, but it made him jump regardless.

He didn't dare look at you, but he also didn't dare fight the gentle hand of yours, guiding his face to turn back and look you in the eye.

"Jamie, baby, what am I going to do with you?" You shook your head, clicking your tongue.

It was a rhetorical question, but James gave a weak, defeated sound anyway. He wouldn't have been able to talk, your hold on his jaw having grown tight enough to hold him in place.

"I give you a nice, pretty new toy, help you stay hidden when you can't do it yourself, even start to indulge you when you can't even be bothered to wait, and you cum just like that? Without even asking?"

James knew it was a twisted description of the night's events, but shame boiled in his stomach anyway. "'M sorry, Mommy. Jus' felt too good."

You suck in a breath through your teeth. "I really thought you'd be good this time, bub. But I guess not."

James felt tears pricking in his eyes. But he was. He was so patient. You were just mean.

"Alright, on your back." You released your hold on his face.

"H-huh?"

"If you're just gonna be a needy little brat who cums whether I let him or not, I might as well get some use out of you."

James crawled, with shaking legs, up the bed, until he was propped up against the pillows, beefy legs spread enough to where you could see his sticky cock limp against his stomach and the plug, that goddamn plug that had gotten him into so much trouble in the first place.

He felt as though he were under a microscope, in a cage at the zoo, on a stage, the way you were staring at him. Hungrily, menacingly, with plans in your eyes that he was both terrified and excited to learn of. You kicked your shoes off slowly, stripping off your outer layers without breaking eye contact. James' eyes bulged when you shimmied out of your pants.

"Mommy.." he sighed, fingers flexing over his thighs as he willed himself not to touch.

"Shh, hush baby, I know," you crooned, crawling over to him. Your fingers, lithe and light, traced the underside of his dick, making him gasp. You only seemed to be spurred on by his reaction, your other hand brushing over his thigh.

"You just couln't help yourself, hm? Isn't that right?" James shook his head, resorting to clutching the comforter by his side. "Well, I guess we'll just have to work on that, won't we?"

James didn't have the opportunity to ask what you meant by that, because as you said it, you were shuffling up so that your hips hovered over his cock you were holding upwards. That was the other reason he couldn't ask you, because in his sensitivity, your touch knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Aw, pretty boy, what's wrong?" You cooed, though there was a mean tone to it. "You're so tense."

James gives a hiccupped whine, his lower lip trembling. When your hips rolled deviously over the tip of his weeping cock, his head kicked back against the lush pillows.

"Nuh uh, none of that." You snarled, taking a fistful of hair and tugging his head up so that his gaze, under hooded lids, met yours.

James' hands, now clutching your waist as though it were the only thing that would keep him from drowning- in what, he didn't know- trembled as you sunk down, slowly, onto his poor cock.

"Ah! M-mommy, too much, 's too much-"

"No." You stilled, which was somehow worse. "You're going to take it. I've been dealing with you being impatient and selfish and useless all night, it's my fucking turn."

He shouldn't have throbbed at the word, but he did. James nodded after a moment, when he noticed a tinge of concern in your eyes. It disappeared as soon as it came, and then, inch by agonizing inch, you sank down on his cock until you were sat fully on him.

You didn't move immediately, instead relishing in the feeling. Your eyes fluttered closed and you flexed your fingers over James' chest, which, oddly, seemed to upset you. Your eyes snapped open, staring down at James' chest, plucking at the material of his shirt.

"Off." You grunt, pushing the material up his stomach. James pulled the material from his body faster than he's ever done anything- anything to please you.

You seem satisfied; your hips roll against him, and James feels as though he's been set on fire. The evidence of his previous orgasm was not yet dry on the bedsheets, and here you were sitting on his cock- no, your cock. Your useless cock.

"Aw, yeah, see Jamie?" You dip down, mouthing around his heaving chest. "This is what happens when you don't wait. Mommy's going to get ther way either way, it's not my fault how that turns out for you."

James only nodded frantically, breathing heavy and yelps and gasps giving way to long, high moans. Your lips reached his nipple, and your tongue traced over the sensitive skin.

"Mommy! Please, mommy, don't stop-" James' pleas were cut off when your lips wrapped around the bud, tonguing and sucking and pulling the sweetest, most shameless sounds from the depths of his throat.

A new kind of panic settled over James as your hips sped up. He felt it in the throbbing up his cock, in the heat brewing in his lower stomach. He wasn't going to last.

"Mommy, Mommy slow down, please, 'm not gonna last," he pleaded, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as he tried and failed to think of anything else. He was already denied looking away from you, but even if you'd let him he wouldn't want to.

"Oh, but you will," you purred in his ear. "You're gonna get Mommy off if it kills you."

"Can't, Mommy, 'm sorry," he wails, eyes screwing shut.

"Hold it." You grit, but the firm cant of your hips up and down his length make your orders impossible. White-hot pleasure mixed with shame washed over James as he, against his own will, releases into you.

You were fully planning on continuing regardless of whether or not he came, but seeing the way he fell into a series of jolts and falling limp, you had a lapse of pity. You could tell by the crossing of his heavy eyes that he was exhausted.

Once you were still, and James had caught a breather, he tried nestling his face into the crook of your neck. "'M sorry Mommy. I tried, I really did. Wanna take care of you, wanna make you feel good. Wanna taste you Mommy, please?"

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night, Jamie." You combed a hand through his hair. Gently, slowly, you lifted yourself off of him, rolling over and lying on your back. James was quick to follow your movements, chasing the warmth of your body despite being sweaty and sticky.

"Go on, baby," you nod, legs spreading open. You wince a little at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, but James was ever so quick to replace it. His eager tongue lapped at you, licking his own cum out of you.

"That's it, sweet boy, just like that, doing so good for Mommy."

James' efforts redoubled at the sugary sweetness of your voice. The hand that was kneading your thighs slithered between your legs, tracing around your hole so his lips could wrap around your clit, tongue laving over your skin in a manner that could only be described as hot. Big doe eyes gazed up at you, pouty and longing for approval. Your moans and praises were confirmation enough, spurring his fingers to sink into you with ease.

James’ mouth and hand worked wonders, that was never a debate, but it was the devotion and surrender in his actions that sent you barreling towards that high. It was watching him earlier as you rode him, watching him try to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible, denying himself overwhelming pleasure simply because you had asked. Your pleasure was his pleasure.

“Ah, Jamie, so close baby, so good- ah!” Your hands flew to his hair when he delivered a particularly harsh suck to your clit; bleary, blinking eyes clouded with lust watched your face contort in pleasure.

You writhed underneath him, and at this point, you were bucking your hips up into his face, pulling it so that his nose rubbed over you exactly how you needed it to.

When your high hit you, your hips stuttered, so James took it upon himself to maintain the rhythm for you, head bobbing with the movement as overwhelming pleasure set your body alight.

The air was thick with the smell of sex as you basked in the afterglow; you’d only just realized how hot your body had become when you pushed your hair out of your face.

“Did I do good Mommy?”

James was blinking up at you wearily, but he looked content as ever. A mixture of your slick and his own cum was strung between his tongue, still poking out over his lip, and your lips.

You hummed, swiping your thumb over his chin to clean him. “Of course, Jamie, did so good for Mommy.”

James happily suckled on your thumb, laying his head on your thigh.

You watched him for a while, content in the silence, until you became suddenly aware of the music still blaring downstairs.

“Oh God, wait-”

. . .

Back at home, you sat with your legs dangling over the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. You were contently scrolling, not even paying attention to what rolled down your screen when a familiar name dropped down from the top.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: hey bestie boo

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are my bedsheets gone

You snorted, clicking on the banner to respond. But before you could type, a few more messages popped up.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: they’re in the fucking washer

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are they in the washer

You: Because I put them there??

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh my god

Sirius “The Whore” Black: YOU HAD SRED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: SEC

You: Take your time

Sirius “The Whore” Black: fuck off

Sirius “The Whore” Black: copulation

You: there you go

Sirius “The Whore” Black: ON MY BED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: so I got cockblocked because of you

Sirius “The Whore” Black: Now Remus thinks I'm a disgusting slob who doesn't even have bedsheets

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I had it so perfectly made too

You: I can say with full confidence that your chances are not ruined

You: Besides

You: Would you rather I had just left the dirty sheets there?

Sirius “The Whore” Black: god no

Sirius “The Whore” Black: but I'm never using those sheets again anyways

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I'm burning the entire bed

Sirius “The Whore” Black: And you will be purchasing me a new set since you're soooo considerate

Your head kicks back in a cackle.

"What's so funny?" Came James' voice from the shower.

You scroll up so that you can show James the conversation. When you push the phone past the shower curtain, the words James reads aloud are not the ones you'd read.

"Sirius "The Whore" Black sent you an ApplePay request - €300."

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 4

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death

I don't wannt say special warnings for every chapter but I need y'all to know 1. It says in the warnings rape, not Joel 2. HEAVY HEAVY victim blaming that is NOT MY ACTUAL THOUGHTS and 3. oh my god, when I say graphic depictions of violence...... so much for this chapter. Like Joel describes torcher.

AN: I wrote a 12 page research paper last Friday through Tuesday, wrote a 3 paper essay Friday and TODAY I wrote 5 pages on Candide by Voltaire THEN hoped on here to write this all while battling a cold and taking finales. So if this sucks, please be nice, I still got another week of finals 🥺

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Things had greatly improved for you after that. Joel tended to the branding wound and despite being the one who gave it to you, it still had the effect you knew Joel intended; the intimacy it endeared him to you. Tommy, who had became your primary caregiver, also tended to the wound when Joel was too busy being… Joel… to take care of you. When Joel was too drunk, too angry, too busy killing raiding and asserting his authority to spend much more time with you besides sex and gentle touches after, Tommy was there, ready to swoop in. Sometimes Tommy changed the bandage very quickly after Joel, and you suspected it wasn’t because he thought you needed it, but more that he wanted to clean you of Joel, he wanted his bandaged wrapped around your thigh, his fingers trailing on the skin…

Joel, although not chatty, began to spend a little more time with you, not just fucking you. Well, he usually fucked you. But the routine of Joel coming back from a raid, rape you, and carefully bathing your trembling and shaken body has been exchanged for a new routine.

Joel comes home, he comes in the room carrying a bag or a box or just fighting a few items. Then he fucks you, of course, and you do your best to enjoy it. He makes you come, he always does, and hasn’t pushed the issue of kissing, then comes on you. The week you were ovulating and on your period, this was exchanged for blow jobs, and you had a chance to show what you actually knew how to do; pleasure men with your mouth. You could take a lot, when you were in control and you knew how to work a man when they weren’t beating you, and when you looked up at Joel, with your hands on his thighs thick as tree trunks, you knew you had him. Joel would then set up a bath, even if you just blew him, and carried you there and back, always, where he’d then sit quietly as you went through the few items he brought. Maybe a new shirt, curtains for the window that had been fixed but partially bordered up fix your escape, a book, nail polish, snacks… little things that slowly made your position livable.

Tommy didn’t bring you much, he couldn’t, you knew, without raising Joel’s suspicions, but he did spend time with you. Games of go-fish continued as did Uno when he found you a pack, and you slowly got to know bits and pieces more of his life pre-outbreak; a life you were too young to remember. He told you he watched his niece die the first day, and since you never heard mentions of other siblings, you assumed his niece was Joel’s daughter, and you couldn’t help feel sympathy for why Joel was the way that he was. All this had given you a sense of power you didn’t have before, and Nick was right that day on the porch; you had both of the Millers wrapped around your figure, to a certain extent.

And you got cocky.

Your bedroom door remained locked at all times, and it was Tommy who took you to the bathroom when needed. To get there, Tommy and you passed the living room as Tommy held your hand, and many times, Nick was in the living room, watching… Ever since you licked Joel’s neck, Nick became more blatant in his harassment. Once, you walked by, ever-attached to Tommy’s side, Nick was sitting down on a recliner, green eyes staring at you intently, and you watched as he palmed his erection while making direct eye contact. In response, you flipped him off.

“Nick, knock it off” Tommy barked at him, stepping between you as he guided you inside the bathroom and placing you on the other side of him when he walked you back, questioning you about the interaction.

“What the hell happened there?” He asked, the concern clear in his eyes. “He do something to yuh?”

You shake your head. “No, he’s just an asshole”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, he is. You’d tell me if he did, right?”

Joel asked you a similar question weeks ago, and you had wondered what it was, at the time, that made Joel think you would actually trust him, but it was clear that Joel had a different idea of what this relationship was. With Tommy, it was different. You would tell Tommy, and Tommy would tell Joel, and Joel would brutally hurt or kill them, depending on the offense.

“Joel left me alone with him the morning after…” You shift a bit, remembering what was done to you before things got better. Tommy’s face softened, but the guilt was there, so you continued on. “He said Joel would get tired of me, and when Nick gets his chance…” You don’t finish the threat, Tommy knew.

Tommy took your hand, he had been growing more and more physical lately. It was innocent; comforting. A reminder that Tommy was there, ever your protector. “I won’t let that happen. When Joel is done with you, I’ll help you. Get you somewhere safe.”

“But there's nowhere to go, Tommy! I can’t go home, my dad will just sell me off again, and my brother is dead, I have nowhere to go.”

Tommy hesitated before speaking. “Listen, you can’t ever tell Joel, but I got… some connections. A town you’ll be safe in. I promise.”

You wait for a moment before speaking, ever so quietly. “Can’t we… can’t we just go?”

The way Tommy looked at you, you instantly regretted asking that. Tommy looked so guilty, so sorry, that it physically hurt you to see the pain he was in. “I’m sorry, honey. I really am… but you’ve seen how Joel is with you, he’d never let you go. He’d come for you,”

“Wouldn’t he just buy someone else?” You felt bad, wanting to throw this onto someone else, but as good as things have gotten, you were still living on the edge, walking a thin line.

Tommy shook his head. “You don’t understand. You are the first girl Joel’s ever taken here, he doesn’t do this. He’s obsessed with you.”

“Lucky me”

Sighing, Tommy pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, I really am. I don’t know how long you’ll be here but I promise you two things. One, I’m going to try and make this as easy on you as I can, and I’m gonna do my best to keep you safe, okay?” He waits until you nod before continuing. “But when all this is over, I ain’t lett’n them have you. I’ll take you to Jackson. Everything will be okay.”

You lean into him, his firm chest comforting you. “Will you come with me?”

Tommy didn’t have an honest answer. There were a lot of questions that would need to be answered, like what he and Maria were, if Joel would even let him go… but for now he wanted to pretend. “Yeah, I’ll go with you, sweetheart.”

You should have known not to get too comfortable, not with Tommy’s protection, with Joel’s change in behavior, and especially with your disgusted taunting on Nick. You should’ve known, or at least played your cards as if you knew Nick had something up his sleeve, his own way to blackmail you and effectively keep you from the Millers.

When you hear the door open, you assume it’s Joel and put down the book, prepared to service Joel. Instead, you see Nick in the doorway.

“JOEL!” You immediately yell, knowing Nick would regret evening coming to the room.

But Nick just laughs. “Joel’s gone, so is your little knight in shining armor.” He took a few steps forward in your small room, and you scramble back.

Tommy and Joel were gone… You try to push down your panic, attempting to keep yourself calm as you stand up. “So what now? You’re gonna keep threatening me, slap me round a bit? If you do anything, Joel will know, and you’ll be dead.”

Nick’s only reply is to grab your hair and slam you against the wall, pressing his body up against yours and his hot, smelly breath in your ear. “We’ll see about that.”

You’d like to think you would have fought, fought like you did Joel the first time he took you, but you were broken into submission. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway, you were weak from sitting in one room all day for weeks on end; Nick was stronger. He seemed to know how to hurt you in ways that wouldn’t mark: yanking hard on your hair enough he ripped chunks out, gripping your face at a strength that won’t bruise at your skin tone, slapping you everywhere, which will fade by the time Joel is back. As he violates you, he continues saying disgusting things, calling you names, degrading you… why did this feel worse than Joel? Why did you feel more disgusted, more violated…

“Joel’s always bragging about how he makes you cum, but I’m not gonna do that, you don't get to have that pleasure, you’re not worth it, whores don’t get orgasms.”

You didn’t want it, you refused it from Tommy, you fought it from Joel for a long time, and you think that Nick realized that.

“Or maybe I should make you cum, huh?” Nick panted, thrusting painfully into you. “How embarrassing would that be?”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to give away that you really did not want to cum, you wanted it to just end.

But he knew. Nick touched you, working your body methodically coldly, nothing like even how Joel did early on, when he was determined to make you cum; even though, Joel touched you with passion and fervor, even if violence. The orgasm was weak, it didn’t feel good, just a spasming of the muscle.

“Look at you, coming on your rapists cock, fucking pathetic” Nick said after you came, jerking himself onto you as you cried.

You curl in on yourself, not looking at Nick as he dressed. “What now? You can’t kill me, and I’m going to tell Joel.” You say miserably, deadset and determined to tell Joel like you promised him you would, and get Nick killed.

Nick shakes his head. “No, you won’t tell him” He laughed. “If you do, I’ll tell him about you and Tommy. How you fucking begged like a whore for Tommy, like Joel wasn’t going to be enough, you needed to get stuffed twice. I don’t imagine Joel will take very well to his brother being the one to break you open. The walls are thinner here than you two seemed to think.”

You freeze. He’s right, you can’t tell Joel, because if Joel finds out, you are certainly dead, but more importantly… Tommy… you can’t be the reason Tommy is hurt…

Nick laughs cruelly, kicking a blanket vaguely to your direction “Better clean yourself up,” He said, referencing his cum on your body. “Before you get Tommy killed.”

And you did, despite your disgust and tears, because you couldn’t make Tommy suffer because you had chosen to taunt Nick, bringing this on yourself…

When Joel came home and into your room, he was surprised by your reaction. You smile was forced, he could tell, but he figured you just had a long day without Tommy’s company. Were you lonely? He didn’t want you to me, but he couldn’t trust anyone but Tommy… maybe you needed some sunshine, he could take you outside again? He doubted you would make a run for it with him right there… “Found a few comics, thought you might like them.” And you can’t help but notice the uncertainty in his voice. When he took you as he always did, you were less engaged, distracted almost… but you clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around him as you buried your face in his shoulders.

“Fuck are you cryin?” Joel pulled back, he loved when you cried, says you ‘cry so pretty’, “God, look at you” He said, whipping a tear away from your crying face. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

But you only pulled him close to you again, wanting him over you, wanting the protection of his body, even if it was under the sole purpose of fucking you.

“Can you cum for me, little girl?”

You shook your head.

“C’mon” Joel began to touch you, to kiss you where he could. “I want you to cum”

“Joel, I’m tired.” All you could think about was Nick calling you pathetic for cumming on your rapist's cock.

Joel wants to argue, wants to make you cum, he loves how you feel around him, how you sound, how you look… but something was wrong today, so he dropped it, cumming on you and following the routine of drawing you a bath, but when he came back… you were still crying… Joel was not a soft man. He lost all that when he lost Sarah… but something was just so painfully off today…

“Did I hurt you again?” He asked, afraid he accidentally did something.

“No. I’m just really tired. Didn’t sleep good last night.”

Joel accepted the answer well enough, carrying you to the bath and noting how harshly you clung to him, but did not shower him in kisses or cuddles… it seemed desperate, like clinging to a raft in a storm.

When he took you back in the room, he found himself more talkative than usual, as you were more quiet. You looked at the comic books, happy to have more to read but confused at what it was..

“I know you ain’t ever seen Star Wars, but, ya know, you’re smart, I’m sure you can figure it out right?”

You give him a small smile. You weren’t sure how you felt right now, everything was so fresh, so new, but you didn’t want to make Joel angry, you didn’t want to lose the small comforts you had… “Thank you, Joel”

The science in the room prompted him to keep talking. “I could… I could tell you about them, some time. The last movie came out right before everything…” Joel stopped himself. He’d seen the last three movies in theaters with Sarah… “I could tell you who everyone is, what the force is n’such.”

To his relief, you smile a bit more. “That’d be nice. I’m just, really tired right now, can we do it another time?” You felt bad turning down Joel actually talking to you, but you felt like you could just…. Fall asleep.

He nodded, standing up. “Yeah, get some rest, little one.”

He left you alone. This continued for a week, neither Tommy nor Joel able to get much out of you, and finally Joel pulled Tommy aside. Their own separate relationships with you had been, generally, left out of conversation between the brothers, neither were thrilled with the other. Tommy hated what Joel did to you, Joel hated that Tommy could offer company where he couldn’t, but both put up with it. In the end, however, they were brothers, the last bit of their family and their ‘before’.

“She say anything to you, recently?” Joel asked.

“That’s vague.”

He sighed. “I mean. She’s been acting strange. Real down, quiet”

Tommy couldn’t help roll his eyes “You keep her captive, Joel.”

Joel glared at his brother. “I’m aware of her position, Tommy, I just… She’s been distrant. Things were better, then she just… she doesn’t talk to me when I bring her things, she doesn’t want me to make her-”

Tommy held up him hand. “I get it.” As much as yeah, it should be obvious as to why you were being cold toward Joel… he was right. Something was off. You didn’t talk to him much either… “I’ll talk to her.”

“Thanks” Joel muttered guffly.

When Tommy opened the door, he saw you startle, something hadn’t seen for weeks, but had been happening this week. You were laying on your side, curled up, your curtains blocking the little bit of light allow in. “It’s dark in here” He spoke, and you gave a non committal response. “I’ll find you a lamp, okay? That way you can read longer.” another grunt, and Tommy sat on the mattress, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, what's going on? I know that’s kinda a dumb question, considering… but…”

You dare to look up at him, Tommy, your savior, so sweet and so kind and so obviously hurt by your apparent turn… He was so handsome, his eyes bright and soft and pleading for you to let him in… You didn’t want him hurt, you couldn’t stand if he was dead because of you… but you were so hurt, so sad, so violated… you wanted so badly for Tommy to know, for him to hold you, to make everything better…

He saw your eyes welling up, you lip quivering, “Oh honey, oh sweetheart come here” Tommy scooped you up, pulling you onto his lap and cradling your body as you began to cry, close to hysterics as he rocks you and held your head close to his chest. “It’s alright baby, I’m here, I won’t let nothing happen. You just let it all out, sweet girl.” He crooned, and by god, you did. You cried, and cried and crying until your head hurt and your throat ached… all the while Joel stood outside the door. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he could hear your crying, and wanted to badly to be the one to hold you… but he knew you trusted Tommy more.

When you calmed down just a little, violent sobs settling into soft whimpers and shakes, Tommy touched some hair behind your ear. “Can you tell me what happen? What you need? I’m worried about you”

You knew you had to tell him eventually… maybe if you just told Tommy, he could take care of it, kill Nick before he had a chance to tell Joel… would Nick do it again? How long would he extort you before he told Joel anyway, ending both of you… Yeah, you’d tell Tommy.

It took a few minutes of choking on your words before you were able to choke it out. “N-Nick”

Tommy’s grip on you deepened, but he coaxed your face up to him, and you were once again struck by his soulful eyes. “What did he do, sweet girl? He threaten you again? He touch you?”

You crumple in to sobs again, just barely forcing out. “When you guys left, he-he raped m-me” you watched as Tommy’s face shifted to horror and anger. When he asked if Nick touched you, he had never assumed Nick would be this bold, surely he knew he was a deadman. “Jooooeeel!” Tommy shouted to hsi brother, not caring if Joel saw you in his lap and ignoring your please to stop. No doubt you were worried Joel would hurt you, but Tommy new, he could see it in the concern in Joel's eyes earlier; he wouldn’t do anything to you, not for this, anyway…

Joel burst through the door, eyes wide and panicked in a way he rarely saw on the hardened man. All Tommy needed to say was one word, and it was over. “Nick” Joel’s face looked almost… hurt, pained. He raised an eyebrow, asking if it was what Joel thought it was, and when Tommy nodded, Joel was off, the look in his face assuring Nick would be dead soon.

“NO! No Joel come back!” You scream, trying to get out of Tommy’s grasp. You couldn’t let him get to Nick, you couldn’t let Nick tell Joel what you had begged Tommy to do. You turn to the younger man. “Tommy, Nick knows, he knows what we did and he’s gonna tell Joel!”

Tommy could feel the blood drain out, but there was no telling where Nick or Joel were now, no stopping it…. Tommy swore everything would be okay, He had to sit here and wait as you continued to thrash and cry in his arms, so filled with anguish and self hatred, until you fell asleep, the door wide open for Jack to walk by and see, but Tommy couldn’t care less anymore.

When Joel came inside the room again, you were fast asleep. “Hey” Tommy greeted his blood soaked brother. “It’s done?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah”

“He say anyth’n to you?” Tommy tried to ask inconspicuously.

Shaking his head, Joel focus was on your sleeping form. “Didn’t get a chance to. Why?”

Tommy wanted to get ahead of things. “She said he told her if she told us, he’d make up lies about her.”

“Nah. He tried to. Said he had something to tell me about her, but I din’t wanna hear it”

Joel sat down, trying to take your hand carefully… but Joel wasn’t good at careful. You woke up, gasping awake when you saw him, and Joel’s heart ached at the fear in your eyes. “Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright now. He’s dead.”

You took up at Tommy, concerned, but Tommy reassures you. “He didn’t say anything. Didn’t get a chance to lie.”

Feeling a little childish, you scoot yourself off Tommy, onto the bed before Joel asks. “Can I talk to you alone, little one?”

You nod, whispering a small yes, and nodding at Tommy that it was okay. Tommy patted Joel on the back and looked you sympathetically before closing the door.

There was a moment that Joel just stared at you, a look on his face you didn’t recognize… he looked so much younger, softer, gentler…

Joel spoke first.“I’m sorry” He said, and you couldn’t quite comprehend that he had just apologized. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me, but I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you, I don’t blame you” Was he… was he choking up? “I’m fucking sorry but I made sure it’s not gonna happen again-”

“Is he dead?” You whisper, and Joel nods frantically.

“Not right away, that’s why it took so long. Made sure he suffered so everyone knows not to fucking touch you again”

You didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact you were so goddamn lonely this week and just craved it, maybe it was the fact you longed for Tommy, or maybe it was the fact Joel’s face and clothes were covered in the blood of the man that raped you… But you surge forward, kissing Joel, gifting him your first kiss. It was immediately hot and needy, you could taste Nick’s blood on his lips as your both wrapped your arms around each other.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, little one. We can rest today” He panted through heated, sloppy kisses.

“I want to.” And you did, you really fucking did for prehaps the first real time. Joel had known Nick for year, Nick was ranked right under Tommy, but none of that mattered, he believed you without a second question, and slaughtered him before he could even explain. “Tell me” You begin to fumble with belt and then push down his pant with your spread legs.

Joel’s hand slid under your pants, fingers quickly working you open and smirking at realizing how fucking fast you got wet at the slight of him covered in blood. “Tell you what, princesa, I’ll tell you anything you wanna hear.”

What he did not expect were your next words. “Tell me what you did you him, I want the detail.” You took off your pants while Joel took off your shirt

You could feel Joel smile against your skin. “Dirty girl, you wanna hear how I tortured him? Made him suffer for what he did to my precious girl?”

You finished taking off each others clothes quickly, desperate to get at each others skin. “Please”

“No need to beg.” Joel lined his cock up, and instead of violently thrusting in, it was slow. “I cut out his tongue first. Tried to tell me he had some secret about you, but his mouth wasn’t worthy to speak your name.”

You release a breath, relaxing onto your mattress and spreading your arms out before wrapping them around Joel. He trusted you more than Nick. He cared about you, and fuck it, you cared about him.

“Shot both his legs so he couldn’t run, then I broke his arm over my knee. Didn’t need to do that, just wanted to feel him break”

Moaning in encouragement, you pull Joel’s hips closer to you, filling you up. “Did you hear the bone snap?”

“I absolutely did.” Joel began to fuck you, hard and fast as you kissed his neck and should, not caring about the blood. “Hung him by his wrists over a tree, nice’n tight, then stripped him down to his underwear while he hung there”

“Did you castrate him?”

You could hear Joel smiling, “No, I should’ve. You can, though. I made sure he suffered nice and good though, slow death.”

“What did you do?”

Sweat was beading at Joel’s forehead, but he was holding off. He wanted you to cum first, he could feel you were close, you always were when he fingered you open first.

“Took out my pocket knife and skinned him”

“JOEL!” You scream, cumming all around him.

“That’s it, cum on me baby, just like that, little girl.”

You weren’t done yet. Joel was far stronger than you, that was obvious, but when you moved to roll over he helped, and for the first time… you were on top.

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect.” Joel muttered, in awe of you.

“Keep talking, describe it. I’m gonna cum against and I want you to cum with me.” You began to assault his face with wet, sloppy kisses, tasting Nick’s stupid fucking blood. His blood was yours now, his life was taken in your name and he belong to you. You hadn’t really cum down from your first orgasm when the other was nearly there

“He bled so fucking much, princesa, I didn’t care if I hit veined, I just wanted it to hurt. He kept tryna pass out on me, but I’d slap him awake and start over, didn’t stop until I was sure he was done. My pocket knife is still in his heart, we can go out there tomorrow if you want, cut off his dick.”

“MMMMHM!” Your screams were muffled by your face in his neck, biting down on the tanned, rough flesh as he came inside you, filling you up with his cum.

Selfishly, Joel felt like you were his again.

You refused a bath, not tonight, wanting to remain with him as he held you close and played with your hair.

“You’re never going through that again, little one. Not while I’m still here.” And you believed him.

You fell asleep with Joel half laying on top of you, his body weight warm and firm and comforting and all encompassing around you, and you knew you were safe.

Meanwhile, Tommy sat down the hall, around the corner… waiting for Joel to leave, waiting for you to call you him, waiting for you…

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Special thanks to @luc-k-y for letting me use her idea for Joel fucking her while telling her what he did to nick! I read it in her Jake fic, anything for you

PHHHHEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!

That might be the worst of like. The sexual and physical violence for this series tbh. Next chapter will have some violence but like. This is the big turning point. So if that was a lot, don't worry, it's not happening again.

Don't play with blood y'all, especially from men like Nick where you dont know whats in that blood...... but IG std's are the least of Little One's worries

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Also yeah I added Tommy to the relationship thing at the beginning lololol I honestly did not origenally plan for this to happen but the first two chpters were written by the seat of my pants. NOW i have a plan

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 4 months

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If Yves's darling wanted to know more about say his family or childhood or something how would it go? Honestly just an excuse to hear some of his backstory since he's basically an enigma, not even for just to solve the mystery, but because some would love to know about their significant other, no? Hope this makes sense

Yves will go around in circles, seemingly teasing you with little bits of lore but never truly divulging anything. He's vague and the information he gives out is that you already deduced. If you pay attention carefully, there's always something distracting you from hearing about his past. Be it an advert for your favorite TV or animated series, you suddenly got so bored, a friend or family member called for you, being paged for work, and so on.

It's not that he has something nefarious to hide. Yves just didn't see the need for you to know.

And... dear god, does he hate being reminded that he is old. Bless his ancestors for letting him win the jackpot of genetics, but it still does change the fact that he is ancient. He knows, logically, there isn't anything wrong with it. Wisdom comes with maturation and Yves is still privileged enough to have the peak physique of a man in his mid-twenties.

You think he is around your age. Definitely a couple years older with his mannerisms and attitude toward life. But you are sorely mistaken, whatever age you thought he was, he is much older. Much, much older. And it is something he doesn't like people knowing. Don't you know it's rude to ask a gentleman his age?

You thought you had him when you saw his identity card. 34. He is still the sexiest, most desired man you ever met in your life. 34 doesn't seem like anything out of the blue. He is financially stable, he has a strong sense of self, he knows way more than you can imagine and he has a sharp, rapid-spin mind. You quizzed him about it, what Yves did was snatch his card away from you and give you a light scolding for going through his personal items when he claimed to never have gone through yours.

Maybe you felt guilty, maybe you didn't. But both of you agreed to not rummage through each other's private belongings. So this is a boundary broken.

He really doesn't have a last name. His identity card simply displayed Yves. He walked away before you could grill him about it, refusing to talk to you because of this perceived disrespect.

You tried to do some more sleuthing. Hours and hours of work and you came up with... nothing. There is nothing on this man you can find or confirm. The only Yves you can find is the Luxury fashion brand or its etymology.

You gave up. It's not like he is mistreating you or putting your life in danger. Yves feels like someone a bit too good to be true, but what can you gain from departing from bliss? You thought he probably had a dark past he was trying to amend. Maybe it is just too painful for him to reiterate his major life events, maybe it's best to not press further.

Sighing, it's time to apologize to him. And so, you did, shamefully hanging your head low and muttering apologies to your boyfriend. You found him in his office reading a binder full of papers in a language you cannot understand. Be it French, Chinese, Hindi etcetera, you're not at all fluent in that.

He forgave you. Removing his reading glasses before setting them down on his Mahogany desk, smiling and inviting you into a hug. You don't really care at this point, he feels nice and warm, protecting you against the suddenly chilly air biting your skin.

It's such a shame that you're too illiterate to read his literal autobiography, his own detailed research dossier, right under your nose. You can't see it, but Yves is staring at his records from the corner of his eyes while rubbing your back up and down.

It must be aging. He's getting sloppier. You shouldn't be in the same room as that binder. Yet, here you are. Mere inches away.

Once you had enough of cuddling for the time being, you excused yourself and left him in his office to do his thing. Yves heaved a sigh before shutting his classified documents. Something peaked out from between pages. Something hard, flat, and rectangular. Like a certain government-issued card.

He pulled it out to see what it was. Immediately after, he pushed it back in. Yves silently picked the heap up and tidied after himself.

If only you had moved a little more erratically, if only you had been more 'excited' to see him that you would flail your arms around, you would have knocked it out of there and into the open.

You would have then discovered that he was also 34 on his 1st birthday.

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Hey 👋🏻 You write very well🥺 Can I request something? If you liked the idea you may write it I would love to read😊

Student Teacher Trope between Klaus and Reader where she hides her feelings towards Klaus meanwhile all students swoon over the teacher. Obviously one day he makes her stay and dot dot dot. Please don’t hesitate on making it as smuty as you want😂. Thank you🙃

Something about this picture just-

His little secret?

PT2

“I don’t care what you say he is fucking hott” my friend exclaimed as we walked down the school halls

“I never said he wasn’t hot, I’m just not seeing why everyone thinks he’s the best thing on the planet. Someone actually broke up with their boyfriend just to look, and i quote ‘more available for him’ because apparently he might want someone more vulnerable and pathetic. What is a pedo?” I asked and my friend slapped my arm

“We’re literally in college, we’re of legal age and he can fuck anyone he wants, any time he wants if he likes” she dazed as her eyes trained forward. I turned my head to see just the man, Mr.Mikaelson heading right towards us, our eyes locked for a split second before i rolled mine and gave my friend a look

“Really-“

“Shut up he can hear us” she whisper yelled and i sighed

“No he can’t” i mumbled turning to look in his direction, he was leaning against the doorframe to his classroom, talking to a student though as soon as i looked over his eyes flickered to meet mine. His hand came up to a little wave as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth

“Never mind he can definitely hear us” i whispered and she grabbed my arm dragged me away

“Oh my god he waved at you” she was bouncing on her feet as a huge grin spread across my face

“Oh my gosh we’re to be wed!” I cried out sarcastically

“Really!!?”

“Nope now lets get going” i walked off towards our first lesson of the day and she made a sound of disappointment

“But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we just…I don’t know sat in his office for a little bit”

“Ew the both of us and him? Let’s face it half the school would pile it” i scrunched my nose up and she grumbled

“Fine I’ll just go” she muttered

“You care about your grades” i reminded and she sighed

“Not if he’s an option”

“Teachers don’t even get paid much”

“He’s a professor and his designer jacket says otherwise. So does the brand new suit that he’s currently in that he looks- ugh just delicious in” her head was thrown back dramatically as i laughed

“Oh yes very sexy indeed, do you think he’d take me against his office walls? My dark red underwear watches the paint sir, would you like to compare it?” I asked rhetorically with a hand over my heart

“How do you know what colour the walls are?” She asked with an eyebrow arched.

“I’ve gone in a couple times, you know for papers and stuff, he’s sent me to grab things for him a few times” she made an ‘mhm’ as we kept walking

“Well if you ever get to be in there with him do tell” she whispered with a wink before we split off to our first classes

So first and second sucked

And now we had the legend himself.

As soon as i got stepped through the doors i sighed, running my hand down my face to mentally prepare myself for everyone to gawk and whisper over him

I quietly made my way past his desk to my seat which was way to close to the front than i would normally be but my best friend insisted we sit right by him at the start of the year and I wasn’t expecting a fucking god to turn up

Like yes he’s hot and yes he’s very fuckable but when everyone says it i get annoyed so I’ve decided not to fawn over him every second.

But then again…when you’re actually sat right infront of him, close enough to smell his cologne and able to see every detail of his skin, the way his shirt is a little too tight around his biceps as he removed his blazer. Lets just say my legs stay clamped together as i try my best to focus on the task at hand.

My skirt was way too short today to be sat infront of this man. I shifted in my seat as my eyes travelled to his hands that were scribbling something down while he spoke to the class. Such a rich voice, deep and throaty, i looked back to his face, such beautiful eyes, almost sapphire colour with with a shine of electric blue in certain lights.

God he’s just so dreamy…

And he is looking right at me. Shit what did he ask?

“Miss y/n, the answer?” He asked, both brows risen as i opened and closed my mouth a few times

“Uhm I’m not sure?” I asked in a confused tone and his gaze darkened

“Have you been listening for the past 20 minutes?” He questioned and my eyes grew wide, i wiped my head round to the clock to see we were indeed 20 minutes in. I heard his throat clear as i turned back to him with a nervous smile

“Eh well no…not really” i muttered honestly and the corner of his mouth twitched like it did earlier

“Whilst i admire your honesty i am afraid i will need to be seeing you after class, you’ve missed some important parts of the course while in your dream land” he replied seeming amused with the situation, at least he’s not mad.

“Yep sure, sorry sir” i mumbled before smacking my head on the desk a little too loud and silently telling myself to fuck off. I could hear my friend snicker as she rubbed my back

“Oh how i wonder what you were fantasising about” she whispered to me and i smacked the back of her head. She gasped a tad but too loud drawing attention. His attention.

“Miss y/n would you like to step outside?” Me and my friend glanced at each other panicked and she mouthed a sorry as i grabbed my bag and walked out.

He was still talking. I could just leave right? Skip the rest of the day and try again tomorrow. Good plan, I’m proud of myself. Just i took a step backwards away from the door he walked out infront of me. Hands behind his back as the door clicked closed

“Leaving?” He asked with a certain glint in his eyes

“No…just um”

“Don’t lie, you were honest earlier, I don’t appreciate liars” the authority in his voice had my body running hot.

“I was gonna leave, yeah” I murmured with my head down slightly. I glanced up at him to see his eyes narrowed in thought

“Go for a walk, and return at the end of the day, i would like to see you in my office” he got quieter with the last sentence and he was now much closer to me, oh god i could feel his body heat. My eyes flicked to his and I swallowed thickly as i weakly nodded my head. His eye line lowered before returning to mine

“Your skirt…” he started

Go on say it’s too short

“It’s pretty” he muttered, his fingers touched the bottom of it, brushing over the tops on my thighs as i sucked in a breath, god it was like everything in me was begging for him to fuck me, I wouldn’t care if every other person in the building came to watch as long as he touched me.

“Thank you sir” I uttered and his tongue darted out to wet his lips

“I’ll see you soon miss y/n” his hand lingered dangerously close to my surely damp underwear before he walked back into his room.

I groaned as I lightly hit the wall and stormed off now both normally frustrated and sexually frustrated

Anyway

I took my walk, and got lunch and then went home and slept.

I now sluggishly made my way to his office, most people were gone, a few people walking out. I was a little late.

I knocked on his door lightly almost hoping maybe he had gone home. That thought was short lived as the door opened, he coaxed me into the room quickly and guided me to sit in the chair opposite to his. Rude, we got shitty chairs and he got a fancy leather, vintage looking seat.

“You’re late” he stated as he sat down

“I was asleep” i told him mid yawn and he hummed

“Are you awake enough to be learning or should we reschedule?”

Yes fantastic.

“Good idea, I’m exhausted! Will come back tomorrow instead, great plan, right well, eh bye” i quickly rushed towards the door but an arm round my waist pulled me back to his chest making me squeak in surprise

“Now now, that was just rude” he whispered lowly into my ear, fuck he was hot. It felt as though my clit was pulsing. His hand was fiddling with the top of my skirt and I couldn’t stop myself from propping my ass out slightly, pressing against his crotch making him grunt. A very sexy grunt.

I could feel him becoming hard against me as he sighed and brought his other hand to rest on my left thigh.

“You shouldn’t be presenting such a lovely ass to any man like this sweetheart, especially your professor.” He told me as his hand moved higher up, pushing the skirt up as he gripped my upper thigh, so fucking close to my cunt it was unbelievable.

“You shouldn’t be hard for your student” I responded quietly

“I wouldn’t be hard if i knew you weren’t soaked” he whispered, a finger pressed to my entrance through my panties making me gasp and take a step away from him. He didn’t stop me as i span around and took a step back towards the close door, when did that close?

“You’re my teacher- you could be fired and i’d be called a slut. Literally any other girl in any of your other classes will be perfect for what you want! I’m gonna go home and I’ll see you later- at school- in class with other people and with a longer skirt.” Just as my hand twisted the handle he was back infront of me, hands on my shoulders making heat rush through me at the contact. My heart thumped loudly in my ears as his face neared mine

“What exactly do you think that i want?” He asked huskily

“Well i think it’s obvious to assume you want sex” i laughed breathlessly and he frowned a little

“But you do not?” He asked, his head tilting in question

“I don’t want the reputation that comes with it” i whispered

“I will keep you a secret my love” he muttered, he then pressed a soft kiss to my jaw making my eyes close momentarily

“You don’t like liars” i mumbled but he kept leaving kisses down my neck, finding the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sucking with a hum. The little whimper that came from me had him licking a bold stipe over the newly formed hickey

“No but i like you more than i care about a small lie” he muttered into my skin

“How many other girls have you had in this office?” I asked trying to clear my thoughts

“None, only you have been in here, i only ever send you to get my papers and I’ve only kept you behind” my head tilted back in response inviting his greedy lips to colour me purple

“You could have anybody else” i mumbled and he huffed into my shoulder before pulling away, a darker look in his eyes

“I want you, do not act as though you weren’t lusting over me only a few hours ago, did you know that you fiddle with your hair? You pen was in your mouth, you were taunting me. But when i told you i didn’t like you to lie you obeyed, because you want to be good for me, look at me and tell me that you want me to step away, you can go home if you want to sweetheart but it won’t lessen my admiration for you” i blinked in response unsure what to do next. I could feel my thighs growing sticky as they pressed together. He took in my silence and nodded

“Okay” he uttered taking a step away from me, his hands missing from my body and his lips gone from my skin.

“I didn’t ask you to step away” i whispered looking up at him through my lashes

“What would you like me to do?” He asked moving forward

“Kiss me” i barely murmured before his lips were on mine, soft and full as he pressed me into the door, hands on my face as i moaned quietly against him. His hot tongue slipped into my mouth immediately claiming mine, I didn’t even want to put up a fight for dominance. Everything about this man screamed authority and i loved it.

“Jump y/n” he muttered into me and i was fast to wrap my legs around his waist, my skirt was pushed all the way up, my panties pushed right against his hard on.

“You’re going to be so beautiful on my cock one day, my love” my mouth gaped slightly at his words, his lips were back at my throat going down between my top

“I don’t think anyone else should see you walking around with such a low cut top” he muttered, his tongue swiped over the swells of my breasts. His hands coming to push the sides of my breasts pushing them forward out of my bra to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. His teeth scraped the sensitive bud making me gasp and arch towards him, he groaned as he tugged at it, my hands gripped his hair, such perfectly done hair. He never failed to dress his best.

“Such sweet sounds” he murmured as he pulled away with a small ‘pop’. His index and thumb pinched at the wet nipple while his mouth went for the other giving it the same treatment before slipping them both back into my bra

“I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time in here, there are other teachers waking around and i can’t have anyone see you so vulnerable” he whispered kissing my lips again

“If you just want a quick fuck it’s fine” i muttered reaching between us to remove his belt. His hand grabbed onto mine halting my actions as i held the leather accessory

“I thought you understood, i like you, i care about you and you are not just a fuck release. I want to have you properly, forever” he told me as he took my face in his hand

“You want me to be your little secret” i replied with a confused frown

“Well yes but…only until you have finished your education, then we will be together publicly” his face was so serious he couldn’t be lying

“Together” I uttered and he responded with a kiss to my lips. Loving but hungry as his hips ground to mine, quiet throaty moans falling from his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved round to run down my back, it rested over my ass and he squeezed gently at the flesh

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked towards his desk. He sat me down ontop the polished wood, it was cold against the backs of my thighs but i didn’t mind, his hands were all over my body keeping me warm anyway.

His fingertips played with the waistband of my panties pulling at them making me lift my hips letting him pull them off my legs. He stuffed then into his drawer as he pulled away form my face

“Spread your pretty legs” he murmured running his hands along my upper thighs. I opened them across the desk letting him see how wet i was

“You’re dripping onto my desk love” he muttered as his fingers moved to spread my lower lips. I moaned softly, my hands moved to hold onto his forearm pulling him closer to my desperate cunt. I could feel the heat inside me begging for him and i urged him to keep touching

“Please sir” i whispered.

“You can call me Klaus, we are to be together, you cannot call me your professor forever” he smiled slightly at me and I returned it shyly. God what was he doing to me. This morning i was rolling my eyes at the thought of swooning for him and now i was begging him to finger me?

His middle finger brushing over my clit had my thoughts rushing away as i moaned much too loud making him chuckle

“Remember there are others hear” he reminded while flicking his finger over my slippery sphere. My body tightened momentarily as i whimpered. His fingers moved quick and pressed down a little heavier every however many seconds. The pressure on my clit made the pressure inside me grow too. The sensitive bundle of nerves had my hips lifting to meet his touch, what i imagine to be a ball of electricity spinning together was forming in my lower abdomen

A finger pushing inside of my fluttering walls, i moaned loudly and he shushed me, he leaned down to push my face into his neck while he slid his finger in and out of my body, his thumb was quick to keep my needy clit company. My lips latched onto his smooth skin, i sucked harshly in hopes of leaving my own marks on him while he added another finger.

“Say my name” he muttered, I whimpered softly and his other hand patted the top my ass

“Say it”

“Klaus!” I moaned into his neck giving in to his command

“That’s it love, keep going, quietly” he whispered as his fingers curled inside of me. The electricity growing while i chanted his name

“Good girl, good girl” he repeated as he managed to get a third finger inside me. I could feel my walls stretching around his hand as I squirmed in pleasure

“Oh god- I’m going to cum on your desk” i cried throwing my head back

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my hand love?” He asked huskily

“Fuck- I’m- and you’re- oh god” my mind was running a thousand miles per minute as i took in the situation. Despite how wrong everything we were doing was my body craved him. His fingers were reaching just the right spot inside me to have my legs shaking, my walls squeezing his hand tightly while my nails dug into the wood below.

“Be the good girl i know you are and let go for me, come on darling” he encouraged making me muffle my moans into his neck again, my blunt teeth nipping his skin.

A hand brushed at my jaw as his thumb stroked my cheek. My mouth hung open though no sounds escaped as I finally came around his fingers, i could feel it spill between my thighs to the desk while i panted with my head tucked under his chin while he whispered sweet things to me.

Just as i was about to say something we heard someone knock at the door, blood drained from my face as i clutched his shirt

“Shh sh” he hushed while pulling me down from the desk

“Who is it?” He called

“Mr Mikaelson? I’m on my way out now, there’s only one or two others here, have a good evening” one of the other teachers yelled through the door

“Of course, you too miss” he replied while he threaded his fingers through my hair

“That was terrifying” I uttered and he laughed breathily

“Perhaps next time we’ll go to my house” he offered tilting my jaw to look at him

“Uhuh and the time after that maybe I’ll be waiting under the table for you” i giggled and his eyes blackened

Before he could speak however my phone went off, my mother.

“Oh i have to go” i mumbled and he nodded

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning yes?” He asked while he quickly wiped my legs with some hand wipes he had on his desk

“Can i have my underwear back?” I questioned trying to control my blush

“I’m afraid i need those, I think I’ll make a collection hm?” He smirked as he kissed my lips once more

“You are a dirty man” I muttered

He simply hummed in return and tugged my skirt to cover a little more of my ass

“Careful when you walk, although a pretty skirt, it is a tad bit short” he muttered feeling my ass through the material

“Should i pick a longer one?” I asked pushing back into him again

“Absolutely not”

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ruined innocence. [blurb.]

summary | chris forces you to have your first orgasm.

pairing | dark!daddy!chris evans x innocent!little!reader

warnings | ddlg, non-con, crying, fingering, forced orgasm, squirting, naive reader

word count | 992

an | idek what this is i just! wrote it lol. i forgibve myself. also, this blurb is officially dedicated to @honeychicana bc i know how much she loves it lol <3

You’ve always been such a naive little thing; it’s one of the things Chris loves the most about you.

You’ve never been touched by or touched anyone else, and you’ve certainly never touched yourself. (Chris has made sure of it.) But lately he’s been thinking that the time has finally come to show his little girl some new ways to play.

He’s been introducing things gradually. Slowly starting to dress you in more revealing clothes, exposing himself more often to you in subtle ways, even “massaging” your breasts and bottom a few times. Not making any big moves, just trying to see if it might start affecting you. And eventually, it does.

“Daddy,” you mumble through your pacifier one day as you’re sitting on his lap on your playmat in your room.

“Hmm?” he hums innocently as he plays with your toys along with you, one hand subtly under your skirt, resting on your inner thigh. His long, strong fingers rub soothingly across your delicate skin, and you shift uncomfortably.

“Feels weird,” you tell him as you try to continue playing, a faint fuzzy feeling building up in your tummy that you don’t recognize. Raising an eyebrow at you, Chris tilts his head.

“What feels weird, princess?” he asks, doing his best not to show his excitement at your progress. He moves his hand up a little closer to your undies, causing you to shift away slightly.

“Your hand,” you tell him, putting down your blocks and looking up at him with wide eyes. As he continues his gentle strokes, you feel the fuzzies in your belly growing. “Tickles.”

“Yeah?” Chris asks with a soft laugh, taking his other arm and wrapping it around you as you lean against him, still unaware of his intentions. His hand moves further under your skirt, brushing up against your clothed mound. Startled, you let out a whimper. “You alright, honey?” he asks.

You can feel heat rising through your cheeks as you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed. “Sweetheart?” Chris asks, taking your face in his hand and tilting it upwards, forcing you to look at him. “What’s wrong, doll?” he mocks concern.

Bottom lip trembling against your pacifier, you admit, “Feels… funny, Daddy. Feels funny… in… down…”

“Ohh,” Chris says knowingly, his strong fingers brushing up a bit harder against your panties. “Down here, little one?” he asks. You nod in confirmation. “I see. What does it feel like?”

“Um…” you try to think, not sure what words to use for the brand new experience. “Hot. Tingly. Burns, Daddy,” you tell him softly, causing him to coo softly at you.

“Oh, poor baby. That’s no good. You want Daddy to make the funny feeling go away, sweetheart?” he asks. You nod your head eagerly, earning a smile from the man as he turns you around and lays you back on the play mat, flipping up your skirt.

“Okay, sweetie. Then Daddy’s gonna need to take off your undies, okay? There’s no need to be embarrassed, princess,” he comforts as he pulls at the elastic band, removing the panties from you and setting them aside.

“Okay, doll. Let’s have a look,” he says as he opens up your legs, positioning himself between them to prevent you from closing them. You whimper into your pacifier as the cold air of the room hits your untouched sex, but Chris is quick to reassure you, “Shh, it’s okay, honey. Just let Daddy take care of you.”

Spreading apart your pussy lips with his hands, he hums, noting, “Uh oh, looks like someone’s awfully wet down here.” Tears build in your eyes at his words.

“‘s it bad, Daddy?” you mumble, afraid of what the strange bodily response could mean.

“No, princess. Not if Daddy takes care of you and makes the bad feeling go away,” he promises as he dips a single finger into your wetness, causing you to cry out softly in humiliation. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Daddy’s gonna make it all better.”

Chris takes his time, pumping just the tip of his finger in and out of you as you start to feel a balloon expanding in your lower belly, the burning sensation only seeming to worsen as he continues. “D-Daddy, stop,” you plead as a tear trails down your cheek, but he simply shushes you.

“Shhh, sweetheart. I know, it’s so scary, isn’t it, bub. But you’re okay, honey. You’re bein’ such a good girl for me,” he praises as he pauses his finger, trailing it up to begin prodding at your clit.

The sudden overwhelming pleasure of his gentle finger on your bundle of nerves causes you to jump, but Chris just presses his other hand down on your belly to hold you in place as he begins rubbing in circles over the nub.

“There we go, sweetheart. Right there, looks like that’s the spot we need,” he hums as you fight back sobs, the burning becoming unbearable as he lifts up the hood of your clit, brushing up directly against the little nub.

“N-no, Daddy,” you whimper, the sudden urge to release hitting you all at once. “S-stop, p-please, ‘m gonna… h-have to go potty…”

“Have to go potty?” he chuckles at your adorableness, the way you don’t even recognize your approaching orgasm only turning Chris on even more. “That’s okay, sweetie. You can go, go potty for me,” he coos as his fingers continue over your most sensitive spot.

Unable to fight it any longer, you let out a sob against your pacifier as you let go, your orgasm ripping through you harshly as your whole body seizes in agonizing pleasure. Chris grins as you squirt out onto his fingers, praising, “That’s it, sweetheart. Theere you go, such a good girl.”

As you finally begin to wind down, Chris pulls his soaked hands away, licking up your juices as you lie back on your playmat, struggling to catch your breath.

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Celestial Navigation

Part 8 - Waning Crescent

Summary; A little ahead of schedule...

Warnings; Drug use (marijuana and ecstasy), oral sex (f!receiving) squirting, sloppy sex, PinV sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, dirty talk

Authors Note; my endless love, thank you and joy to everyone whoo has supported this story and given it some love, it truly means the world to me, and I cannot say thank you enough. Special thanks go to @the-ginger-hedge-witch, @radiowallet, @astroboots & @jazzelsaur for being the best cheer-whores a writer could ask for <3

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Unemployment doesn’t suit you. It takes nine days of semi-seclusion in Dieter’s apartment before the itch of uselessness settles under your skin. The anxiety in your twitching limbs as you check your bank account, feeling only the briefest relief at your savings before the cycle starts again.

You’re sure your career in financial consulting is finished. Your name tarnished across any of the blue-chip firms you once admired. There’s nothing left for you there, the bridges burned to ashes as you watch each former co-worker disappear from your Instagram following list. You rearrange his apartment, arrange it back, organise the canvases stacked like textbooks in the corner, scrape dried paint from the hardwood.

You brave trips into the café, fearful of wide eyes as you settle yourself into the squashy mustard armchair and pull out your journal. It’s thick, bound now with a rubber band you suppose you stole from your former office, its pocket bulging with phone numbers and email addresses left in the weeks since, people asking for help.

Susan is the first one brave enough. She spends half an hour inching towards you, her eyes on her phone as they dart anywhere but your face, the café still bustling and busy. The unexpected whirlwind of press has died off completely, but some of those who joined the fray have kept coming back, tempted in by the swans on Owen’s latte’s, or Molly’s peculiar brand of eye-rolling customer service.

It's busy most days now, both of them leaving yawning with a shout up the stairs. Molly wants more employees, Dieter has made it clear he doesn’t care what she does, as long as he doesn’t have to look at a spreadsheet. Owen’s asking some friends.

“C-can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Susan stammers, breaking you out of the neat lines in your journal, the scratching out of deadlines for projects you no longer remember the purpose of.

“She doesn’t pay here” Molly shouts, tapping the sign with a menacing finger.

“It’s fine Molly” you call back, half exasperated and half warmed by her protectiveness. This woman, middle aged, with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, doesn’t look like the type to suddenly produce a poster of Dieter’s youth and beg for a signature.

“I’m sorry” She says, twisting uncomfortably. “I don’t really know, I mean, I know, but I don’t know why I’m sitting down here. Um. I was wondering if you could help me?”

“What with?” You ask, watching as she opens her phone, and begins scrolling through the huge amount of missed calls.

“They just keep calling. And I can’t find the paperwork, but that’s not who I owe it to. I’m on a fixed income and I can’t afford to…”

“Hang on. What is this for?”

“My youngest, Tommy, when he was born, I had some complications after that required surgery. I, um, I didn’t pay the bill, I couldn’t afford it after insurance. I moved into the city, and they stopped calling, but now they’ve started up again”

“How old is Tommy now?”

“He’s eight. He’s in third grade and he just adores bugs. I can't get him out of the back yard usually, even though it's getting cold he still wants to watch what the beetles and the flies are doing, even though I’ve tried to explain they’re going to sleep for the winter” She smiles proudly as she talks about him.

“And when did they start coming after you?”

“Six months ago, the phone calls started”

“Scumbags. Ok. Susan, here’s what has likely happened. Your medical debt got sold. The company you owed it to, bundled it together into a portfolio and then sold it on to someone else, who has probably sold it to someone else and so on until they try to collect it”

“They can do that?”

“Sure. Debt is an asset, its money owed so it’s a line in a spreadsheet. Have you made any payments on this debt since they started coming for you?”

“No”

“Ok, that’s really good news. The statute of limitations on this is like six years. So, you don’t owe them this. What we’re gonna do is write them a letter, asking them to prove you owe it. That will usually get them to back off, but if that doesn’t work, we’re going to tell them to only contact you in writing, if they’re going to proceed with litigation. I’m also going to give you the info for the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau if they continue, and you can get in touch with them to let them know you’re being harassed by debtors for Zombie debt”

“They have a name for this?”

“There’s a name for everything, sure” You shrug, looking over the phone records. They’ve called Susan four times a day for six months, sometimes before seven am. “You shouldn’t have to pay this, I don’t think. But I’m also not a financial lawyer, so if you can, get in touch with one of those too”

“They’re going to call again”

“I know, and you’re going to answer, and say that any further correspondence will be done in writing, and they must prove you owe the debt. If they get aggressive, or are an ass about it, hang up the phone. You’re not in trouble here, you haven’t done anything wrong”

“Even though I didn’t pay it in the first place?”

“That’s a different conversation all together. But no, I don’t think you have. Your insurance paid most of it, and you stated at the time you were unable to pay the rest. They were happy to sell your debt on, so the way I see it, they got paid anyway. It’s probably been passed around until it ended up in this companies hands. They try to scare you into starting to pay it all over again, which resets the statute of limitations on the debt. So long as you haven’t paid them anything, then I think you’re in the clear”

“Thank you… I was… I came here after I saw that article, and I just, couldn’t figure out where to go for help, and I thought maybe, you could help me with a budget or something”

You smile, watching the way her body relaxes as she takes your words in. Carefully you write down a few phone numbers for her, as well as the website for Consumer Protection. Tearing the page out of your journal, you give it to her with a smile. She stays to talk with you a little longer, before leaving to pick up Tommy and her other children from school.

The other receipts are still stuffed in the pocket. You pull them free and begin to organise them, listing them by name and number, any other information they have given in a column on the side. You feel a smile twitch at the corner of your lips as Owen brings you a muffin, the napkin wrapped around it stained from the blueberries.

“Magnum just texted” he says in a conspiratorial whisper.

“Are we really still doing this?” you ask, rolling your eyes. Owen grins, throwing up his hands as he shrugs

“He insisted”

With a sigh, you unfold your limbs from the chair, feeling them groan in protest as you stand for the first time in hours, rebinding your journal to carry upstairs as you shake your head.

“Why Magnum?” you ask, feeling the chill of Dieter’s apartment as you see the open balcony. Dieter has dragged a canvas onto the icy surface, his broad back facing you as he paints something you can't make out.

“If you have to ask Joanie” Eric replies “You don’t want to know.”

Eric might be the only other thing keeping your restlessness at bay. He’s been sequestered in the same apartment with you, growing out his facial hair as he watches you with amusement, helping you move furniture, cooking in Dieter’s neglected kitchen, sleeping on the couch.

He’s nothing like what you expected a movie star would be. He cooks, lavish dinners with ingredients you know cost a fortune, eaten with bamboo disposable cutlery over the sink. He brought two outfits in a duffel bag, a tiny jar of ecstasy pills, three movie scripts and a stack of cash. He flew privately to New York, using an alias to Uber to the café, Owen letting him up without question as he greeted him.

You can understand why they were so popular together. Their chaos matches each other. Dieter’s tornado with Eric’s tsunami, destruction in a force of nature. They argue and bicker like only old friends can, the easy trust and grace of friendship that comes with years of knowing each other. They can sit in total silence as Dieter paints and Eric reads and annotates scripts in spiky letters.

It would be easy to be jealous of them. The comfort and familiarity of each other belayed from years of shared company. But Eric pulled you into a longer hug than Dieter’s when he met you, and kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he asked you a million questions. He brought his own list of movies and sat next to you on the couch as you watched them.

Now he’s brandishing a box of hair dye at you, pleading with you to help him because he always misses the back when he does it himself. It's an electric blue, bright and eye catching, and you eye the colour sceptically as you shake it to mix the bottle.

“Will this work?” you ask, tilting his head over the sink.

“Works every time” he says with a wink, closing his eyes as you scrub the blue dye into his scalp. “I grow out the beard, post on my socials that I’m spending the holidays on some kind of spiritual retreat and come back looking like a well refreshed well rounded Hollywood dick. Go full Leto with it y’know?”

“But you actually come here?”

“Usually, yeah. Few years I’ve spent overseas, sometimes D comes too.”

“I didn’t know”

“Now you do. Want to come to the Maldives next year? The blue of their ocean really is no bullshit, and the fish are these insane colours”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to… I mean”

“Oh Joanie” Eric sighs, standing and stamping a kiss to your cheek. “You still don’t believe it do you”

He leaves you to scrub the dye from under your fingernails, wondering exactly what he meant.

Dieter gets lost in canvas sometimes. Tied up in detail and knotted with ideas. The light changes as he paints, he hears the city roar and deafen as the day changes to evening changes to night. It’s getting colder now, icing in the mornings, frost on the windows as he squints in the low lighting. You bought him a pair of reading glasses from the drug store, they're hanging from his shirt.

You went out with Eric tonight, Molly and Owen dragging you to a true New York Dive for pretzels and cheap beer. When he couldn’t put the paintbrush down you had kissed his cheek and wished him luck as you left.

He knows the feeling growing in his chest. Can trace its shape and form with careful brush strokes. He’s throwing oil on this canvas to stop it spewing from his mouth. He’s glad Eric’s here. Glad for his lanky form unspooled on his couch with a highlighter and a pen, annotating scripts. It makes it easier, to not lose himself in the luxury of having so much of you, of gorging himself full on your laugh and accidentally letting it slip before you’re ready to hear it.

You’re so close though. He can see it in the way you reach for him, feels it in the contented sigh when he joins you in bed. The little smile you shoot him in the mornings, when he kisses you goodbye before you disappear down the stairs. Its somewhere in your throat, nestled just between your vocal cords, a tuning fork waiting to be struck.

Eric is having far too much fun with it.

“Oh, you’re a fucking mess” was all he said the first chance he got, you in the bathroom as he cooked in the kitchen. “Told her yet?”

“She knows”

“She psychic too? Interesting”

“She knows.” He repeated firmly.

“Your dicks not that impressive Bravo”

“We both know that’s a lie. She’s been through a lot these last few weeks, finding out I’ve got a moron for a best friend was probably the nail in the coffin, I just want her to be happy”

“And telling her you’re “fucked-up-Mr-Darcy” in love with her is going to make her unhappy”

“No… I just… fuck you”

Eric laughed loud enough to have your eyebrows raise when you came back into the room. Like a good friend he kept his mouth shut. Dieter still dipped his hand in lukewarm water overnight anyway.

The moon isn’t bright enough to paint by tonight. The sky too clouded over with the threat of snow to see the stars. The tv is casting a soft glow, the menu screen tinging the whole room blue as he puts his brushes back for the evening, feeling a cramp forming in his wrist.

It’s after two am. Eric is asleep, feet dangling over the edge of the couch. You’re asleep too. He has a vague memory of you telling him goodnight, a brighter flash of the taste of your mouth as he kissed you, your hands on his forearms to stop him smearing paint on you.

Your face is pressed into his pillow, your leg hitched free beneath the heavy blankets he knows you like, your soft skin in the light sending a zap of longing through him as he watches a lock of your hair be caught on the wind of your breath.

You’re not there yet, your hesitancy towards physical affection only just beginning to shed in Eric’s presence. You know about the history, the long years of no privacy and no filters, the late nights in Rome, in Paris, where they ran the streets as lost boys and ended up in bed together. But you’ve stopped short of allowing him to be as tactile as he wants to be, as he needs to be with you so close all the time.

He's kicking Eric out of the apartment tomorrow, telling him to come up with some plan or some lie to give him a few hours alone with you. It's been too long since he heard the way you whimper, felt the tremble of your skin beneath his hands.

He wipes them on his sweats, getting most of the still wet paint off as he feels his cock twitch in his sweats, interest coursing through his groin as you shift, as your hand reaches for the cold spot on the bed he would usually be occupying, if this canvas wasn’t occupying him instead.

The way you taste. Greedy swipes with his fingers in the shower aren’t enough, you need a hand pressed over your mouth for him to fuck you hard and fast in the bathroom, exiting flushed and steam clogged to nothing more than a breakfast offer from Eric. Quick fucks in ten minute time spans, not enough time for you to spread your legs properly, less time for him to see.

He's gripping his erection through the cloth now, watching your sleeping form, curled on your side. It’s his favourite way to fuck you in the mornings, when you’re warm from his body and sleep rough, your tongue thick with dreams as he pulls you closer into his skin, clumsily pawing at you just to fuck you full, clean you up and fuck you properly.

No time for that this week either. You’ve been in the café, returning calls and having meetings, helping people with financial questions he understands the merest gist of. Your fingers have stopped curling and uncurling. You seem lighter.

Just a taste. That’s all he tells himself, just one and it would sate him for the next few days. Eric leaves in the New Year, a little over a week away. Next year you’ll be more comfortable, maybe enough to let him watch, see the way Dieter squirms when he’s given explicit instructions. The thought of both of you, telling him what to do, has him swallowing a groan.

Warm. That’s all your hazy brain supplies as your eyes flutter open. It’s dark in the room and you can feel the weight of something else pressing on your pulse, the curl of Dieter’s body behind you.

“Hey” you mumble, your voice cracking with sleep.

“M’sorry” he says, kissing a spot behind your ear that makes you shiver in his embrace. “Come downstairs”

“Where?” you ask, confused as his hands slip up your shirt.

“The shop. Please”

His voice is breathy, the deep rich gravel of it scraping your belly as he presses into your back, feeling the thick weight of him in the cleft of your ass. It sizzles your brain, waking you further as you agree, rolling slowly out of bed as he keeps his hands on you.

You lean on him down the staircase in the dark, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip as he whispers into your hairline. You can see the outline of his erection as he steers you to the mustard yellow armchair, kicking a pillow in front of it as you relax back into its squashy depths.

“What are we doing?” you ask, your voice still unsteady with sleep. He’s cast in an ethereal glow. The fridge lights are a warm yellow, the coffee machine a sea green, making him look angelic, the sharp planes of his face softer as he arranges himself on his knees in front of you.

He presses his face into your stomach, hiking your shirt just high enough to press his lips below your navel, his breath shaky as it spreads warm across your skin. He tugs your shorts and underwear off as one, your nails scratching into the fabric of the chair as he drops them to the ground, spreading your legs wider, the burn in your inner thighs as he drapes your legs over the arm rest.

You’re wet for him already, the cold air chilling you as he groans at the sight of you in the dim lighting. He rests his cheek against your thigh, massaging you open as you scratch at the armrest, his gaze focused only on the juncture of your thighs.

“I missed you” he groans, leaning forward to take a lungful of your scent, brush his nose against your clit as you whimper.

You’re still sleep drunk, your limbs uncooperative as he moves you, folds you in half with broad strong palms to spread you wider. The stretch in your limbs tells you you’ll be sore in the morning... later in the morning.

Warm. His mouth is so warm, a long and lazy stripe with his tongue as you feel the rumbling vibrations of his moaning as he traces your folds, spit dripping from his mouth as he tastes you. You’re aching, you can feel your pulse through your clit as he slowly drinks you in.

“Dieter... please” it’s a whimper, a begging cracking plea as the messy curls of his hair brush your belly, each slow rotation of his tongue bordering on torturous.

“I haven't had you in days” he says, pulling back to look at you, his thumb a lazy light metronome across your swollen clit. It's not enough, it's too much, all at once as he meets your eyes, his brow furrowed.

“Days, Lou.” He squeezes your thigh; his shoulders are so broad they brush the sensitive skin. “I’m going to lick your perfect cunt until I've had my fill, until your spread open and gaping for me, until I fucking drown. I need you to take it for me, can you do that? Can you let me take my time with you? Until you’re swollen and begging and oversensitive, until you gush all over my face? Because when I shove my cock inside you, I want to feel it, that tremble, that uncontrollable clench of muscle as you cum for me again? Please?”

His thumb is still swiping circles on your clit, you can feel it swelling underneath his delicate touch, another turn of a seemingly never-ending screw as your skin prickles, your brain fuzzy at his words. He waits for you, staring until you nod, your head falling back onto the cushion as his mouth descends again.

He sucks your clit between his lips, enough pressure to make you cry out, the sudden sensation sharp as a knife in your belly. He bands his arm across your stomach, holding you still as he sucks harder, his tongue flicking against the ripe berry of your clit. You bite down on your arm to trap the scream in your throat, you can feel the mix of saliva and slick dripping over your skin, sluicing beneath you as he groans into your hot flesh.

Your orgasm is violent, ratcheting through your system like a supernova as he quickly slips two thick fingers inside your cunt, pressing against your fluttering walls to prolong it. You struggle to breathe with the force of it, his fingers curling against you as he relentlessly lashes your clit, refusing you the option of a come down.

Pressure. It’s so much pressure, his fingers curling and pressing against you as he snarls into your folds like an animal, barely drawing breath himself as the wet squelch of his fingers fills the deserted café, your whimpers and pleas of his name muffled in the crook of your arm as he keeps pushing, and pushing and pushing.

You feel it. The wet burst of liquid that accompanies a second, deeper orgasm, you hear the splash on his face, the wet smack of his hand as his fingers are pushed out by the force of it, immediately transferring to your clit to skate across it, gliding smooth and effortless as he drinks from you, pressing his tongue inside you with a desperate groan.

You’re weightless, your limbs made of clouds and stars as he rises, still pinching at your twitching clit. You barely see his cock when he frees it from his sweats, pushing them down just enough to angle himself into you, the stretch a burn inside you as he buries himself to the hilt with an obscene sound.

His hand is wet when it grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks open to press his thumb against your tongue, the salt tang of you bursting across your teeth as he folds you in half for the leverage, fucking into you savagely, his hips bouncing against yours as he spews filth into your ear.

“That’s my fucking girl, there you go, that’s what I want. Fucking drenched aren’t you, all fucked out and cock dumb. You're so good to me, letting me wake you up in the middle of the night because I'm craving a taste of your sweet little cunt. I want to wake you up like this every day, burying my tongue inside you while I jerk off, I want to fuck you awake, and to sleep. I want the last thing you feel and the first thing you feel to be this fat cock splitting you open, so you know every day what a fucking animal I am for you”

His skin is fevered to the touch, his fingers pressing on your tongue as he fucks into you deeper, punching the air from your lungs with every savage thrust of his hips.

“You take it so good for me, I can feel it, the way you want to cum again. You going to cum for me again, get me all wet so I can cum on your fucked out cunt, smear myself all over your dripping folds. Pretty as a picture, I'll paint it for you, we can hang it over our bed. My favourite meal, my favourite girl, mine...”

Your back arches as you grab him, your nails digging into his shoulder as you cum again. Everything white hot and sharp, electricity as your toes curl, the scream let loose into the empty space as Dieter jerks his cock across your clit, the head smearing messy and wet across your folds, his eyes focused on where you join.

He cums hard, covering your belly and thighs, dripping down into the mess you’ve already made, his voice hoarse as he buries his face in your neck, the scrape of teeth against your hammering pulse.

He fucks it back into you, cramming his twitching cock inside your fluttering cunt as he kisses you, as sloppy and uncoordinated as you feel, breaths caught in milliseconds as he squeezes your waist, thanking you with half a breath.

“Missed you too” you manage, looping your arms around his neck as your limbs relax stroking the base of his hairline, feeling him shiver beneath your touch.

“I couldn’t see Andromeda tonight” he mutters, catching his breath against your skin. “Too many clouds”

“Perseus fought to the death for her right?” you ask, the memory of him telling you the story under blankets on his balcony.

“Mmm” he says, his hands squeezing your hips as he kisses your jaw.

“How come all the stories in the stars are tragedies?” You wonder.

“Maybe because they haven't all been written yet” he replies, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you closer, his lips descending for a kiss.

Christmas Eve brings snow. Flurries of spiralling white blanket the city, dampening the rush of traffic, people with places to be crunching through the slush, wrapped in warm coats with frozen fingers, angrily shivering as they wait to cross the street.

It brings a brief reprieve to Owen and Molly. The café closing early as they make their way upstairs after, smelling of coffee and burnt sugar, both of them retrieving the bags of clothing they stashed in the early hours of the morning.

“It’s tradition” Molly explains, adding flips of electric green eyeliner with a practised hand. “Eric pays, and Owen and I get absolutely wasted on his dime, and sleep it off on the couch”

“A Christmas Miracle” Eric says, offering them each a tiny pill of ecstasy, a puff on a tidy joint. They both accept as you wave him off, the pills not interesting you. Dieter has cookies in the fridge, and you’re planning a night of payback, a few hours to unspool him again, watch the way his face twists with your mouth around his leaking cock, your hands holding his hips steady as he keens.

Just the thought has you shaking off their invitations, Eric quieting their protests with a knowing grin. You’re almost certain he heard you, the scent of fabric cleaner was thick enough on you both in the morning for him to deduce where you had vanished to, what Dieter had left you tucked in bed to clean. He just smirked and winked, laughing at the heat of your skin.

They look like famous people when they're done. Dressed in neon's and accessories, rave kids, call-back to the club kids, their pupils becoming wider as the drug kicks in. They all drink water before they leave, long kisses on your forehead and warm smiles as they vanish out the door, singing about Daddy Warbucks in offkey voices.

Dieter falls apart within the hour.

“We have to move”

“We don’t”

“We have to, you’re dripping out of me”

“Say more things like that” Dieter growls, grabbing at you and pulling you closer. He’s still inside you, the occasional twitch of his spent cock a valiant effort as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, trapping you against his bulk.

“There’s no way you can go again” you laugh, stroking his sweaty hair off his forehead as he tilts his chin, angling for a kiss.

His movements are slow, deliberate as he presses you into his chest. You're both spent, limbs full of static and lead as you lazily explore the slick of each others skin. His hair is wild, curling madly from the heat, the room clouded with the scent of sex as he grabs your ass, grinding you into his pelvis as you whine.

“Is it Christmas yet?” he asks, stroking your cheek as you press your forehead against his, the chill of winter just starting to creep back into your body heat.

“Not yet” you mutter, flicking your eyes at the clock as he pouts.

“I have something for you” he says, unable to leave your lips long enough for the sentence to finish.

“I didn’t get you anything” you reply, panic settling in your stomach as he grabs at you, forcing you to stay pressed against him as you try to rear away.

“Yes you did” he says, smiling at your panicked expression. “You got me everything”

It smacks you hard in the chest, the affection so violent as to make you stiffen. It comes in waves, crashing into you when you least expect it. The way he kisses you, holds you. The way he asks you about your day, follows up with questions of things you’ve taught him.

He sees you. He remembers everything you’ve ever said to him, listens when you talk. He paints beautiful works and presses your thumb into them. He’s never pushed, never asked you for more than what you’re ready to give. Even now, his hands tracing patterns on your back, he watches your face come to these earth-shattering revelations with a serene smile, a loose grip on you, as if he knows you won't run away.

“Dieter... I...”

The door downstairs crashes open. You both hear the off key harmonising of Eric and Molly as the door slams shut behind them, the stumbling of the stairs as they continue a tune you can’t hear.

You’ve just wrestled into a shirt, blankets covering your bare legs and Dieter’s still nude groin when Owen appears, wearing Molly’s shirt and carrying pizza boxes. His face is covered in glitter, there’s paint on his exposed midriff, his smile wide and lazy.

Eric and Molly have a Whole Foods bag and less clothing than they started with. The glitter that shakes free from them is like a cloud of stars as they tumble through the door, collapsing together on the couch as they shout a greeting to each of you in turn.

“They were fucking” Owen says, pulling a slice of pizza free with a grin.

“They’re always fucking, you still aren’t forgiven for that mess you failed to clean up by the way.” Molly hiccups.

“Dieter is insatiable, we all know that” Eric replies, grabbing Owen’s wrist to steal a bite of pizza. Owen kisses his nose as he chews.

“She tastes like sprinkles on a birthday cake, can you blame me?” Dieter asks, wincing as you smack his shoulder. He reaches to the nightstand, grabbing a joint and lighting it as you pull the blanket higher, relaxing back into his chest as the vegetal scent covers the smell of sex still emanating from both of you.

“Sprinkles on a birthday cake eh” Eric says, running his finger down Molly’s cheek as she curls into his lap.

“What’s in the bag” you ask loudly, unwilling to continue this conversation without underwear on.

“Presents” Molly sighs.

Owen reaches for the bag, toppling it over the couch as a rainbow of colour spills out.

“Are those...”

“Sex toys. Yep” Eric says, giggling as he reaches for the joint on offer.

“We ended up at this drag show and they were just giving them away” Owen says, laughing as he pulls a multicoloured strand of anal beads from the pile. “Thought we could use them as decoration for New Years”

“Of course, if you have any favourites...” Eric says, winking at you as a heavy violently pink plug rolls across the floor.

“I’ll let you have first choice.”

You stay up late, laughing and talking as you share pizza and another joint, Molly falling asleep first, curled between Owen and Eric, who grab blankets and form a protective nest around her. Your conversation slows, the guys nodding off as the ecstasy does, the weed making them fuzzy and slow. You hear their even breathing, a synchronised mass together on Dieter’s couch as he strokes your hair, kissing your temple.

“Is it Christmas yet?” he asks, his voice low.

“Yes, it’s Christmas”

He grins, reaching into his nightstand drawer and pulling out a gift wrapped in twine. You pull the string, letting it fall apart in your lap as the paper falls away.

It’s a journal.

The cover is dark, a faux leather, with the coming year burnt onto the front. It feels soft beneath your fingers, a worn give to its weight already as though it had been in use for years already, history in its pages before you open it.

The pages are off white, uneven but perfect, tied together with uneven knots of twine down the middle. The front pages feature his spiky script, a hand drawn calendar, decorated with linking stars. As you flip through, each month has a watercolour in miniature, betraying the seasons as they change throughout the year.

It’s set up exactly as your current one, the familiar columns and free pages organised exactly how you would have done. Birthdays and anniversaries and reminders are already sketched in, the loops of his handwriting familiar as you look at the pressed pages, the thickness of them, the way they would take the ink.

“Dieter... did you make this?” you ask, awe in your voice as you look at the paintings. Figures, dancing in the rain, the snow, the falling leaves with high rises and stars in the background.

“Thought you’d need a new one for next year” he hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you trace his fingerprint, a different colour on every page, a heart in every corner. “Sorry I had to look through yours for how you like it set up”

The tears come without warning, pricking the corners of your lashes as you flip through the year. He’s marked certain days, little mementos in the corner. Day I first met you, Day we first watched Baby Jane, first time I tasted you, first time you tasted me, first time you realised you loved me, first time you stopped yourself from saying it.

“I love you” it falls with tears from your eyes. Streaking hot down your cheeks as it blooms like a flower, crackling and sparkling like electricity through your system. “I love you so much”

Dieter hums, pulling you to wrap your arms around his neck as you whisper it, over and over into his skin.

“You’re ahead of schedule” he says, smiling as you cry into his neck. “Luckily, I had a plan for such an occasion”

He pulls a hessian pouch from the nightstand, peeling your face from the crook of his neck to hand it to you, his eyes sparkling with tears as he tips the bag into your palm.

“I saw you, for the first time, soaking wet. I was down in the shop because I was pulled there from the rain. It ruined a canvas that day, that summer storm out of nowhere. I was down to irritate Owen with my pouting. Then the bell creaked, in it’s old way, and there you were. It was like I had been struck by lightning, every cell in my body exploding like a nova from the minute I saw your face. I’ve been looking ever since for something just like this. Turns out, I just had to be patient.”

The ring is uneven, waving and discoloured, a deep rich gold streaked with scarlet as he holds it to the light.

“The rust from that bell is what dyed the paint for that journal. It's old bones are this ring”

It fits your finger perfectly, already warm as he slips it to the knuckle, tilting your chin to look at him.

“I’ve loved you since the minute I laid eyes on you. I’ll love you until our atoms are scattered across the universe in an exploding star.”

He kisses you, full of promise and warmth.

“Because I know they’ll find their way back”

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