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brairslair · 10 days

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(i debated whether or not to ask this anonymously)

so yknow how eddie has a W.A.S.P pin on his vest? can you plz write an eddieXreader scene inspired by their song

Animal (F*** Like A Beast) ?

😅😊

i absolutely love this reqqq, tysm for letting me run with this! hope you like how it turned out @nerdyhooker

Like an Animal - E.M.

18+ ONLY (minors please dni)

a/n: finally figured out an idea i liked for this, and i think it turned out pretty good! although i may have gotten a bit carried away lmao. not sure if this is as rough as you might have had in mind, but i tried to pull as much from the lyrics as possible! i hope you like what i ended up with <3

wc: 5.8k

cw: eventual smut, fem!reader, bartender!eddie + english teacher!reader, kinda fuckboy eddie vibes?, enemies to lovers vibes, light bondage (handcuffsss), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), oral (fem receiving), pet names (princess, sweetheart, honey, baby), technically drinking and driving, smoking (cigs + i don’t smoke so idfk what i’m talking about), brat reader but she gets super subby, kinda mean but soft dom eddie?, light dacryphilia, these idiots have been head over heels for each other since high school and neither of them knew it bc they’re stupid and stubborn, extremely vague mention of aftercare, not proof read, lmk if i missed anything!

don’t forget to like, reblog, follow, and comment to support my work! it always makes my day, mwah

“well if it isn’t the little princess”

Just like that, nine months down the drain. You massage your temples as you recall the past few days. The countless arguments between you and your, now ex, boyfriend form a persistent migraine between your eyes.

In hindsight, you really should have seen it coming. Your relationship had been rocky for months, but you were so busy with other obligations that you hadn’t had the time to confront any of it head on. Fortunately for you, he was more than willing to step up to the plate.

You wouldn’t let yourself admit it out loud, but you almost felt relieved with his absence in your small apartment. That was until you remembered the loss of his half of the rent.

Everything happened so fast, it was hard to process any of it. It all felt like it was swirling around and around too quickly for you to pick any one thing out. Your solution? Alchohol.

You grabbed your keys and hopped into your polished, clean, mint green beetle, setting off for the local dive bar. You could only recall one other time you had been to the small bar, having been dragged there by colleagues in the name of “bonding” after a particularly long day at work.

Drinking wasn’t something you did often, reserving a glass of wine for holidays and special events. Tonight, you decided you needed to make an exception.

As you parked and stepped out of your car, you felt nerves twist in your gut. The place was undoubtedly busy, which wasn’t shocking for a Friday night. People were smoking and talking out front, and you couldn’t help but notice how out of place you must’ve looked.

A knee length grey skirt fell loosely over your hips, paired with a rose colored, ruffled blouse, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings to top it off. Not a single tattoo in sight, and certainly no cigarette in hand. Your heels clicked against the pavement, smoothing down your skirt as you made your way inside.

The second you enter, you’re hit with a haze of smoke and the overwhelming smell of alchohol, nicotine, and sweat. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before you head for the bar.

You shuffle your way over to an empty stool at the front and take a seat, plopping your beaded purse on the counter. As you wait for the bartender to make their way to you, you take a better look at your surroundings. The place felt oddly cozy for being in such a frumpy looking building, and a band was playing some sort of aggressive rock song you had never heard before. Despite it being a little too loud, and a little too cluttered, you were already starting to relax a little.

“Hey there, what can I get for ya?”

You whip your head around at the voice, and your stomach instantly falls into your shoes. It would be impossible not to recognize the dark mop of curls that you got so used to seeing bouncing about the halls you shared all those years ago.

Although now it was pulled back into a sloppy bun at the back of his head, loose curls falling around his face. You’d hate to admit it, but he looked really nice.

“Well if it isn’t the little princess.” he laughs, and you feel your fists clench at the old nickname. “Didn’t think this was really your scene.”

“Well that would be a correct assumption, Munson.” you bite, bouncing back from the initial shock, “Unfortunately, it was the closest bar to my apartment, and I wasn’t in the mood to drive across town.”

Your grumbling makes you feel like a petulant child with a grudge, but you can’t help it. Eddie just always has getting on your nerves.

“I didn’t know you worked here, or I would have made the sacrifice.”

Eddie smiles his big, toothy, infuriatingly smug smile, and shakes his head, “You haven’t changed one bit, huh princess?”

“Don’t call me that.” you demand through gritted teeth, holding on to every ounce of restraint you have not to scream at him to just get you a drink.

He leans forward on the counter with a lopsided, goofy sort of expression, invading your space and ignoring your little outburst. “So what brings you in here tonight, princess? Boy troubles?” he mocks with a pouty tone.

You glare daggers into his skull, and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head. “Just a beer will do.”

He gives a small salute before leaving to get you your drink of choice.

The rest of the night is spent drinking, wallowing, and actively avoiding any and all interactions with the familiar bartender. The minimal interaction you did have involved him pushing every button in sight, and you fighting to maintain an ounce of self control.

Any time your eyes made their way over to him, of their own volition, his eyes were already on you. He had this look, like he knew something you didn’t, and it infuriated you. Oh how you hated him.

It had always been this way, ever since high school. He made it his mission to push you to your limit, and you always had to one up him somehow. It became almost like a game. You weren’t surprised to see he hadn’t changed after all this time. It was almost comforting in way, if you thought about it long enough.

As the night went on, the activity slowly started dying down, and the atmosphere got quieter. You were on your second beer of the night, trying to let the cold liquid take the edge off. Even still, you felt your fingers tap against the counter with anxiety.

How could he leave you to fend for yourself at the drop of a hat? After nine months? Did your relationship hold that little of value? How were you supposed to afford next quarter’s rent? There’s no way you could afford to live in your current apartment. You would have to move. How would you find somewhere decent to stay in such a short amount of time? You were screwed.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re gettin’ ready to close up.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts, looking up to see the one person you wanted to see the least right now. His expression was soft. Softer than you’ve ever seen it aimed in your direction. It made you want to dig your nails into his skin.

“You alright?”

The question takes you aback, your brows furrow at the uncharacteristic behavior. “Fine, thanks.” you mumble, taking another gulp of your drink.

He looks at you with what can only be described as sympathy, and you feel your chest tighten. “Wanna step out for a smoke?”

You mull over the words for a moment. The answer should be so simple. You don’t smoke. In fact, you’ve never smoked once in your life. Why would you ever agree to smoke with him of all people?

But then his hand is outstretched across the bar for you to take a cigarette, and his eyes look so… kind? You’ve never thought of that word to describe him before. Maybe it was the alchohol, or maybe he put some sort of curse on you, because suddenly you’re taking the cigarette and following him out front.

You can’t help but watch as his thumb flicks at the lighter, putting it up to your lips before bringing it to his own. You follow his lead inhaling the smoke, and then you’re instantly coughing and spluttering it back out of your lungs.

He laughs lightly as he cooly blows the smoke to the side to avoid getting it in your face. “I take it you’ve never smoked before? If you wanted to talk to me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up, Munson.” you spit out, face heating up with embarrassment as you make another attempt, ignoring the burning in your throat.

It’s silent for a while, before anyone decides to break it.

“So,” he starts, “You a big time writer now?” he asks, staring at the pavement.

He remembered you wanted to be a writer? You didn’t even think he knew that about you. “English teacher, actually. Hawkins High.”

He looks at you then, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his boot. “You stuck around that hell hole? No wonder you’ve still got that stick up your ass.”

You scoff bitterly, “Well I guess some of us are more academically inclined than others.” you glare, “I actually enjoy my job, shocking as that may be to you.”

“I'm sure you do, sweetheart.” Eddie replies smugly, causing you to grit your teeth as he leans against the brick wall of the building. "Gettin' to boss people around all day must be a dream come true for you." The parking lot is almost completely empty at this point.

Of course his civility was just a calm before the storm. You mentally pinch yourself for your momentary lapse of judgement. “God, you are such a-“

“Comedian? Kind soul? Sight for sore eyes?” he offers dramatically, eyes twinkling at your grimace.

“I was going for obnoxious, conceited, prick.” You hiss, stomping out your cigarette, “and I do not have a stick up my ass!” you shout, turning on your heel to leave.

Eddie rushes to catch up to you, laughing boyishly in a way that makes you speed up. “Aw come on, princess, don’t be like that. I was just teasing.”

“I said not to call me that-” You whip around to face him, and suddenly you’re practically chest to chest, craning your neck to meet his eyes. You’re so close you wonder if he can feel your heart racing behind your ribs.

Then he’s looking at you with that look. The one that makes your insides bubble over with fury. The one that makes you feel like he knows some sort of deep secret about you. It makes you want to slap him in his smug face. Yet, for some reason, you can’t seem to look away from his gaze.

Finally, you pull yourself away, and march over to your car. Just as you open your door, you hear a retreating shout of, “Next drink’s on me, princess!” and then you’re out of there faster than you can process your heaving chest and shaky hands.

After that, you somehow end up back in that same bar every Friday. Some sort of force, unbeknownst to you, seemed to draw you in like a magnet. As promised, the next drink was on him… and the next, and the next, no matter how many times you tried to refuse.

No matter how much you tried to talk yourself out of it, you always ended up sitting on the same stool, at the same time, with the same drink in your hand. Every week, without fail, you would leave the bar a fuming, heated mess with only one thing on your mind. Eddie fucking Munson.

This week in particular was different. You were absolutely swamped with assignments that needed to be graded, and you spent all of Thursday night and Friday working on getting them done.

It wasn’t until you woke up the next morning that you noticed the hiccup in your routine, and for some reason it made you sad. It wasn’t like you were obligated to go every weekend, but a part of you had grown to enjoy your Friday nights at the bar. Then some sick, twisted part of you wondered if he had noticed your absence, but you shoved the thought away as soon as it surfaced.

As the day went on, you convinced yourself it wouldn’t hurt to just go tonight instead. After all it was a Saturday night, and you had already cleared your workload for the week, so it’s not like there was any real harm in it.

Alternatively, it was a Saturday night. Eddie’s band performed Saturday nights. You didn’t want him to think you were there to see him, because you most certainly were not. You just didn’t want to miss out on your weekly drink, that’s all. Nothing more.

Still, it was a Saturday night. It would do you some good to look a little nicer, right?

You start to regret it the second you park your car. The shift in the air is blatantly obvious as you enter walk towards the crowded space. Men out front whistle at you as you walk to the door, and you can feel eyes practically digging into your skin as u head for your usual seat at the bar. Your leg bounces with nerves at the attention. You've never worn this dress before. Never had a reason to. You don't allow yourself to wonder why you chose to wear it tonight.

You ask the bartender for a long island iced tea, and catch yourself checking the small stage in the back of the room. You internally scold yourself and glue your eyes to your drink.

It isn’t long before cheers are heard around the bar, pulling your attention up to see Corroded Coffin walking out on stage.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” Eddie’s voice booms out of the speakers, causing people to whoop and holler in reply. You feel your leg begin to bounce.

He continues talking to the small crowd while his band finishes setting up, and you can’t stop yourself from ogling at him. You desperately want to pull your eyes away, to look at anything else, but you can’t.

He’s wearing an old band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his arms, chest, and a sliver of his waist. Your eyes trail across the exposed skin, noticing he has quite a few new tattoos littering it, and your stomach twists. He has leather and chain bracelets decorating his wrists, curls falling wildly around his face, and you notice light bouncing off of his signature rings still adorning his fingers. You definitely don’t remember him looking like this in high school.

As he moves around the stage it’s abundantly clear how confident he is up there. His stage presence is truly impressive, and his voice is really something. It's gotten deeper since the last time you heard it. You subconsciously wet your lips as you watch his fingers move around the neck of his guitar. He’s come a long way since the last time you saw him perform. You can’t help but smile as you watch him in his element.

Then the smile is wiped clean off of your face when he makes direct eye contact with you from across the bar. You freeze, feeling like you suddenly have shards of glass lodged in your throat. Has he known you’ve been sitting here the whole time? If he saw you smiling you might have to run into oncoming traffic.

Then you notice what he’s singing.

“I'm on the prowl and I watch you closely I lie waiting for you I'm the wolf with the sheepskins clothing I lick my chops and you're tastin' good”

Your stomach flips and you can feel your whole body heating up. Something tells you he notices too, which makes it a million times worse. What the hell is wrong with you?

“I do whatever I want to do ya I'll nail your ass to the sheets A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya I fuck like a beast”

You shift in your seat, the eye contact becoming far too overwhelming. You opt to look down at your lap for the remainder of the song to prevent yourself from doing something embarrassing.

Soon enough the set is over, and the band starts breaking down their set up. You’re so deep in your own thoughts by the end of it that you fail to notice the man approaching you, until his arms are caging you against the bar.

“Well hello there, pretty lady.” You gasp at the familiar voice speaking directly into your ear, feeling his shirt graze your back. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He beams down at you, watching you huff and roll your eyes as you turn to face him. Your fingers wriggle with the efforts not to hit him.

“It was an impulsive decision.” You mutter quietly, eyes briefly darting to his toned arm beside you before snapping back to his face, “I didn’t come yesterday.” You concede, unsure of what else to say.

He smiles, seemingly amused. “I know. Your seat was empty all night.” he says lowly, face so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your lips. For a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, and then he’s pushing off of the counter to head back behind the bar and help clean up.

So he did notice. Did he miss you? Was he saving your seat, or is it just a coincidence?

You feel dizzy with a million questions. Why did you let him get so close? Why were you going to let him kiss you? Why does he look so good. Why do you care so much? You should have said something, anything.

You finish your drink in silence, watching Eddie as he flits around tidying up the place, and then the bar is closing. You feel your gut twist at the thought of going home, and you don’t quite understand why, but you blame the alchohol.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Eddie jogs up to you as you grab your purse, arm outstretched and offering a cigarette. His hair falls prettily around his shoulders, and you only now notice that he takes much better care of his curls now than he did in high school.

“Care for a smoke?”

His charm must be cranked up to 100 tonight, because, once again, you agree with less hesitation than you would have liked.

You stand out front, Eddie waving goodnight to Garret as he heads to his car, and you watch as the last car whirs out of the lot. Then you are alone. Just you and Eddie. Your heart hammers in your chest.

“How’d you like the show?” he asks, exhaling a puff of smoke in the process.

You handle the burn better this time, holding back a cough from erupting as you take a drag. “It was… good.” You say hesitantly.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, “Just good? Wow, then we really need to get our shit together if we're gonna-“

“You were amazing.” You blurt out, unsure of why you felt the need to boost his ego. You clear your throat before amending your statement, “It… The show was amazing.”

Eddie hums in satisfaction, smile tugging at the corners of his lips around his cig. “You know, you didn’t have to dress all fancy for lil ol’ me.”

You wore a tight, low-backed, black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, sheer black stockings, black boots, and some dainty silver jewelry. Nothing too crazy, but definitely much different from how you would normally dress. Admittedly, you felt a little self conscious.

“Well good thing I didn’t dress fancy for you.” You huff, starting to feel a little silly for trying so hard to fit in. God, did he always have to be so cocky?

“I mean, I’m not complaining.” He starts, pushing off the wall to step towards you. “You look fucking incredible. Of course, you always look incredible.”

Smug bastard.

“Thank you.” You feel yourself flushing at the words, immediately getting sick to your stomach at how much you care what Eddie Munson thinks about how you look. “Glad I got your seal of approval.” You quip sarcastically, desperately trying to pick a fight. Anything to stop you from feeling whatever it is that you’re feeling right now.

Why did he always find a way to get under your skin? No one else makes you feel as utterly frustrated as he does.

He’s absolutely unbearable.

You force down another inhale of smoke as you watch Eddie slowly make his way closer to you. The way he’s looking at you makes your mouth go dry. You can’t tell what he’s thinking and it’s driving you up the wall.

“You know, you don’t always have to be such a brat.” He exhales casually, pausing in front of you. Your heart stops. “It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to me every once in a while.”

“It might.” You rasp out curtly, just now realizing how out of breath you suddenly feel.

He laughs, and the sound makes your insides flip.

“You have such a big fat crush on me, don’t you sweetheart?” He smiles down at you wolfishly, and it almost makes you shrink under his stare. You suddenly are acutely aware of your surroundings.

You scoff and cross your arms defensively, “I most certainly do not have a crush on you, Munson.” You spit out venomously. How dare he even suggest such a thing? It couldn’t be farther from the truth. You loathe him.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, taking a stride closer to you, making you step backwards.

“Think I don’t notice how you stare at me? How you sit up a little straighter when you see me?”

Your back hits the wall.

“You aren’t subtle, princess.”

You feel like a fucking deer in headlights.

“Staring and glaring are two very different things.” You pant, desperately searching for oxygen. Anger burns in your throat at his absolute audacity, and your skin feels like it's buzzing.

“Is that so?”

You can feel his chest press into you as the brick digs into your shoulders. He takes a long inhale of smoke, and your head is screaming at you to push him off of you and curse him the whole way home, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

It feels like everything is moving in slow motion as he grabs your chin, and then, unexpectedly, he‘s pulling your jaw down to part your lips. All you can do is stare at him and his cocky fucking smile at your compliance. You feel like you’re in a trance.

Before you can even think, his lips are pressed against yours and pushing smoke past your lips. You gasp at the contact, effectively inhaling the smoke and sighing against his lips. Your brain short circuits and goes completely numb. His lips feel like the cure to a disease you've been plagued with for years.

For a moment, you almost forget who you’re with, until he pulls back to look at you.

“Well if you hate me so much, then why are you squeezing your thighs together?”

You immediately rip your legs apart, not even realizing what you were doing until it was too late. You can feel steam pouring out of your ears at this point.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

He’s right. For some reason, you do love it. Something about him makes you crave more, and you’re starting to believe he may be an incubus. It’s making you go insane.

So you finally wave the white flag.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.”

So he does. Again, and again, and again, until somehow you end up back at Eddie’s trailer with your wrists handcuffed to his bed frame and your clothes thrown around his room.

Hard rock music plays faintly in the distance, and the room smells vaguely of incense and weed. You feel like you've been transported to an alternate dimension.

His lips feel like they’re everywhere. Your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and then he’s leaving sweet little kisses on your tits, making you whine and arch your back towards him.

“Gotta teach you how to let loose, yeah?”

He gently tugs on one of your nipples and you gasp, and Eddie can’t help but laugh as he kisses his way further down your body.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re not being a pain in the ass, you know that?”

You groan as he spreads your legs open, kissing and biting at your thighs. “Shut up, Eddie.”

“Oh I’m Eddie now?”

Your hips buck up in frustration, glaring down at him with a scowl. It feels like he’s been teasing you for forever. “Eddie” you whine out, “Stop teasing.”

He slowly starts kissing closer to where you need him most, but not quite close enough. “You don’t think you deserve it? Why do you think your wrists are locked up then, sweetheart?”

You wiggle and writhe beneath him, but don’t answer. Eddie moves his face closer to your cunt, and you finally think you’re going to get what you want, and then he blows on your clit. You whimper and clench around nothing, flinching away from him. It's absolutely pathetic, getting so worked up when he’s barely even done anything yet.

“I asked you a question.” Eddie tries again, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your thigh while he waits for a response.

“My wrist’s are locked up because…” You take a deep sigh and force yourself to just spit it out so that he’ll touch you already. “because I was being a brat." you grumble. He’s lucky your wrists are locked up right now, you think.

Eddie kisses your thigh in approval, “That’s right, and bratty girls don’t get to call the shots. Right?”

You huff and pull against your restraints once more, before ultimately complying. “Right.”

You figure it won’t do you any good to act out, especially given your current position.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Eddie grins up at you, before finally leaving a gentle kiss right on your clit.

You throw your head back into the pillows, immediately feeling relief at the small touch. He then runs his tongue up your slit, swirling it nice and slow around your little button, making you sigh and melt into the bed. His curls tickle your thighs where he works diligently.

It quickly becomes apparent that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and that makes you wonder how many other women have been in this exact same position. The thought makes you dig your nails into your palms, but the it’s is quickly forgotten when you feel him slide a finger into you.

"See?" He starts, words muffled by your folds, "Just needed someone to put you in your place, huh? To take the reigns?"

You flutter around him, and every fiber of your being wants to say something snippy in response, but all you get out is a blissed out sigh. He hums happily.

His fingers are much thicker than your own, calloused from his years of playing guitar. Looking down you notice he took all his rings off and set them next to you on the bed. He never takes his rings off, ever, you remember that. For some reason the simple act makes your heart leap out of your chest.

He pulls his face back from your slick for a moment just to watch the way you suck in his finger, and he moans at the sight of you. The sound makes your brain feel like static. “Fuck, baby, you needed it bad, huh? You’re fucking dripping all over my sheets and I've barley started.”

All you can do is nod your head and hum in response, and your jaw drops open with a soft moan as he slides in a second finger with ease.

“How long have you been wanting me like this, sweetheart? Be honest.” He asks, never faltering in his pace.

You whine at the question, embarrassment flooding your features as you turn your face to hide it in his pillow. He quickly kisses up your body, gently turning your head back to look at him. “You can tell me. No need to be embarrassed.”

You take one good look at his face, and you know that he already knows. He’s giving you that look. He just wants to hear you say it.

“Mm… Since-” you hesitate to finish your sentence, and then a particularly hard thrust of his fingers does it for you. “Since fucking high school! Christ, Eddie-”

A groan erupts from the back of his throat as he kisses you hard, licking and biting at your bottom lip, and then suddenly his mouth is back on your clit and you feel like you’re floating. He picks up the pace, eating you out like a man starved, flicking his tongue in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

You feel your hips start to move against him, and he groans into your pussy making you cry out. “Yeah, that’s it.” He mumbles against your core, “Ride my face, honey.”

You can’t control the plethora of sounds that escape you, and your body seems to have a mind of its own. You writhe on the bed as Eddie devours you, holding your thighs over his shoulders. He searches for your sweet spot with every thrust of his fingers, and he knows he’s found it when your eyebrows pinch up, a high pitched whine reverberating throughout his bedroom.

You can feel him smile against your cunt, continuing his assault against that spot that makes you see stars. He never stops looking up at you to watch your face contort with pleasure. His already dark eyes are now fully eclipsed with lust and need.

“Oh my god-” you gasp out, heaving for air as your legs begin to shake around his head.

He can tell you’re close from the way you’re squeezing his fingers and writhing under him. He doesn’t speed up or change his pace, he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, moving the flat of his tongue back and forth against your clit and curling his fingers up into you just right.

“Eddie, mm… i’m so close-”

The second the words leave your lips, he pulls off of you. His mouth and fingers are completely gone in an instant, and you feel like you’re about to cry.

“What the fuck?!” You shout at him, voice weak with tears threatening to spill, “Why did you stop?”

Eddie grins from ear to ear, lips and chin glistening with your slick, “We talked about this, remember?” he says cockily, leaning down to lick a bead of sweat from your chest, “Brats don’t get to call the shots. You’ll take what I give you, won’t you sweetheart?”

You grumble and kick your legs out in frustration, but he kisses you to make it better. You slowly let him melt you back into putty in his hands, tasting yourself on his tongue. He presses his knee directly against your puffy cunt, groaning at your wetness against his skin as you sigh into his lips. You go to move your hips against him but he quickly stops you, moving his hand up instead to push down his boxers, his dick already hard and aching to feel you.

“Promise I’ll make you feel so good, just gotta be good for me first alright?”

You nod your head frantically, completely and utterly at his mercy. He looks like sex personified, and you just want to feel him. “Please, Eddie-”

He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek as he slides the tip of his cock through your folds. “Awh, look at you and your manners.” he taunts, but this time you can't seem to care. In fact, you realize, you kind of like it.

You like hearing his voice.

You like it when he’s mean.

He pushes just the tip against your dripping hole, and you’re practically sobbing. “How can I say no when you asked so politely?” and then he’s sliding all the way into you, and you’re already a wreck.

“Holy shit- you feel so fucking good” he groans and huffs as he starts to slowly pump in and out of you, making sure you feel every drag of his cock inside you.

You’re already panting, stretching your hands against the cool metal to try and grasp for anything that can ground you, but you come up empty. He’s so much bigger than you expected him to be, and the stretch is practically making you drool.

“Eddie, fucking- god”

“That’s it, keep screaming my name just like that baby.” He encourages, kissing and biting at your collar bone, sure to leave marks, “You sound so goddamn pretty when you say my name.”

Eddie adjusts your position, pulling your leg over his hip and pushing it against your chest. The new angle has your back arching off the bed, a whimpering mess as you claw at the handcuffs.

Eddie leans his head to rest in the crook of your neck, panting and whining into your ear. “Shit, princess-”

Your cunt squeezes him at the nickname, and the moan that slips past your lips is guttural. “Oh, fuck-” He clamps his eye shut with a deep groan, gripping your thigh so hard it’s sure to leave little bruises.

That’s the first time he’s used that nickname since you started, and he knows it. He did it on purpose.

He lifts his head to look at your blissed out face, a goofy, lopsided, fucked out grin on his lips. “I knew it.” he gloats, thrusts getting harder, “Look at me.”

You muster up the energy to flutter your eyes open and look at him. The pretty smile on his face makes your legs shake.

“You like it when I call you that,” he beamed, “That’s why you hated when I used that name for you in public, huh. Cause’ it made you fuckin’ soak your panties?” he laughed meanly, watching tears fill your waterline. He leans down to brush his lips against yours, voice lowering into something sweeter. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you practically scream. He looked so pretty, and he felt so good, and you wanted him closer. It was all too much, you needed to hold something, anything. You needed to pull yourself back down to reality.

“Eds- Eddie, please can I touch you?” your fingers twitch where they’re held above your head, “Wanna feel you- please, i’ve been so good-”

Eddie whines at your sweet pleas, but maintains composure. He wanted to stick to the plan.

“Oh, honey, no” he pouts out at you mockingly, watching the way you strain for anything to grasp and his dick twitches inside you, “No, you gotta give me one first. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Too fucked out to formulate a simple response, you simply sob and nod your head. Your hips start to rock up into his thrusts, but Eddie grabs your hips with one hand and pushes them back down into the sheets. You feel like a live wire.

Then he brings his thumb down to your clit, gently rubbing circles on it, and your eyes clamp shut. He kisses your open mouth and you try your best to kiss him back, but he’s moaning into your mouth, and he’s touching you, and fucking you, and Eddie Munson is fucking you, and it’s all so good that you just can’t.

“Eddie, i’m gonna-” you babble, almost incoherent, feeling the knot getting tighter and tighter, “Please please please don’t stop!”

He puts more pressure on your clit and leaves sweet little kisses on your neck, “I’m not got stop, it’s okay.”

You’re so close you feel like you’re about to explode.

“You can cum for me, princess”

That’s all you needed to see stars, black clouding your vision as he rides out your high, not once stopping or slowing down his pace. You can vaguely hear him talking you down, but nothing registers past your ears ringing.

Then your wrists are released and he’s flipping you over so that you’re on top, straddling him, and your hands and lips are all over him in an instant. In this position he hits your g-spot perfectly, and you can’t help but sob against his chest at the overstimulation.

“Just one more for me, I promise.” he soothes, gently rubbing your hip as his guides your hips back and forth on his cock, making you both cry out. You start to set your own pace riding him, leaning back against his legs to give you the perfect angle.

“You’re so perfect.” He mutters, breathlessly, “My pretty girl- fuck.”

Eddie was now moaning and whining louder and more freely than before, you can tell he’s getting close now too, and you’re already reaching your second climax of the night.

“Wanted you for so long,” Eddie admits, gripping your hip tighter, “can’t believe this is real.”

You whine at the confession, leaning forward to press your lips to the shell of his ear. You make sure to let your pretty noises and praises flow freely, just for him. Your fingers gently brush hairs from his forehead before scratching your way down his chest.

“You fuck me so well, Eds”

“Oh my god- you feel so good”

“Please, Eddie, I wanna feel you cum”

He’s an absolute mess, wrapping both hands around your hips and bending his knees up so that he can fuck you down onto him. “Wanna cum with you sweetheart. Want you to give me another one.” He rambles against your chest, and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little red marks behind.

“I’m so close, honey, c’mon. You can give it to me."

You bite and claw at his skin, so close to tipping over the edge.

"Soak me.”

You collapse forward as tears of overstimulation fall onto his inked skin, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder to ground himself while he paints your walls white. You ride out your highs, clutching each other like a lifeline. When you’re both back on planet earth, he cleans you up nice an gentle, and whispers pretty little praises into your skin as you fall asleep with your limbs intertwined.

“Knew you had a crush on me, princess.”

Let’s just say you no longer have to go apartment hunting!

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judeswhore · 1 year

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easy fix; spencer reid

summary: after spending weeks searching for ways to ease the burden of his headaches, spencer has finally found a solution. you.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

requested: no i’m feeding my own obsession

notes: silly little spencer reid fic bc i’m down bad and had to do it :)) short and fluffy

you had a feeling spencer wasn’t well from the moment he closed the front door behind him, satchel landing almost unceremoniously on the floor beside the shoe wrack. he toed off his shoes, his odd socks, one red stripes, one blue polka dots, making you smile softly over the top of your book, gaze tracking his movements as he sluggishly shuck his coat off and unwound his scarf. brows drawn in tight he rubbed his fingers just above his eyebrow, grimacing in pain as he dipped his head away from the light inside the apartment.

“hey, pretty boy,” you were laying on the sofa, head propped up against the armrest, book settled against your knees and you let it drop to your side when you fully turned your attention to your boyfriend. he seemed to be in a world of his own and he startled slightly at the sound of your voice, blinking a few times as though to clear the fog in his head, his deer in the headlights look curling the smile at your lips even more. “everything okay?”

"yeah, yeah, just tired i think, long day. have you already eaten?" spencer kept massaging his fingers over his forehead, eyes squinting until you weren't sure if they were even open anymore. he dropped his sunglasses on to the table beside the door, his keys following suit and you suddenly understood. he was having one of his bad days and unless you approached the topic first, he would more than likely go straight to bed without asking for anything.

"hmm," you hummed noncommittally. "i made lasagna, there's some left over for you if you want it?" spencer shook his head and finally made his way towards you, fingers tugging a little to loosen the knot of his tie, top button popped open to show the soft skin of his throat. he fell back on to the sofa with a sigh, his free hand reaching to pull your feet over into his lap but before he could you were sitting up, shuffling as close as possible so you could help with his tie. "how bad is the headache?"

"what? i don't-"

"spence." he grimaced even more at your tone, his nose scrunching in that adorable way that never failed to make your heart thump. you slowly undid his tie, pulling it from around his neck and draping it over the back of the sofa.

"a little worse than usual but i think i just need to sleep. you know, lack of sleep has been proven to lower the body's pain threshold which makes them more susceptible to headaches and explains why they're often more painful." spencer sent you a sheepish half smile before his eyebrows scrunched and he turned from the lamp sitting on the small coffee table. "and i've not exactly had a lot of sleep in the last week."

"so, what i'm hearing, doctor reid, is that i need to take you to bed immediately?" his lips suddenly lifted into a smile and he gave a little shrug.

"that's usually the best remedy for most things." your smile matched his, your hand gently patting his chest before you leant in and pressed a single soft kiss to his mouth. the smallest bit of contact had him humming happily, his smile only growing when you tilted and kissed his cheek. pushing yourself up you brushed his hair back off his forehead.

"i'm gonna make you some tea, do you wanna go up and i'll bring it?"

"i can make-"

"go take that suit off, i'll be five minutes." spencer was still sitting in the same spot when you reached the kitchen door, his gaze locked on your back, eyes soft with adoration and love over how you were always so willing to make him feel better no matter what. you threw him a playfully scolding look over your shoulder.

"spencer reid, you better be upstairs and undressed by the time i'm finished making this."

his suit was gone when you stepped into the bedroom and he was sprawled on his back in only a pair of red checkered pants, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other against his stomach. messy hair and the tantalising happy trail made your stomach dip, his effect on you still as strong as the first time you met him. the room was mostly dark, the only light the small bedside lamp which was dimmed to the lowest setting.

"jj wants to go for brunch tomorrow." spencer spoke up, his voice quiet and a little lower than usual, the early signs of sleep already evident. he peeked at you from beneath his arm, eyes still squinted beneath furrowed brows.

"will she be bringing henry?"

"he wants to show you that he learnt how to ride his bike."

"he did?" your smile was instantaneous as you thought about spencer's godson, a look casting over your features that the man in front of you couldn't quite grasp. he watched with lowered lashes as you placed his chamomile tea on the nightstand before climbing on to the bed.

"mhm, he can ride for a whole minute he says. you didn't make yourself tea?"

"no, i'm okay. c'mere." patting your lap you gestured for spencer to rest his head there, his hand curling quickly around your thigh as he got himself comfortable. he nuzzled his nose against your bare skin, the material of your shorts having ridden up and left a soft kiss behind that had warmth spreading through your chest. "can you turn so i can put this on for you?"

“what is it?”

“migraine patch, i bought you a new box when i was at the store yesterday.” spencer shifted a little so he was facing the ceiling, gaze soft on yours, smile just a little lopsided and he lifted his hand to prod his finger into your cheek.

“always taking care of me.”

“hotch pays me monthly.” you caught his eye roll as you brushed his curls back from his forehead, finger tips grazing lovingly over his hairline. spencer stayed silent and watched as you opened the migraine patch, pressed it lightly against the centre of his forehead and smoothed it down into place.

a deep sigh blew past his lips when you gently rubbed your thumb across the patch, eased the slight tension between his still furrowed brows. your touch was light and comforting and within seconds he was letting his eyes fall closed, the grimace he’d been wearing on and off since coming home smoothing out just slightly. the tip of your finger trailed down the bridge of his nose and swept beneath his eye. the dark circles were prominent, days old bags tugging painfully at your heart because it was obvious it had been a while since your boyfriend had gotten a full nights sleep.

leaning down you pressed a fleeting kiss to his closed eyelid. “try get some sleep okay?” his reply was a nod and then he was guiding your hand into his hair, quietly urging you to ease the dull throbbing with your fingers. doing as he wanted, you slowly massaged the tips into his scalp, pressure light but just enough to have him melting into you, the tension in his face relaxing even further. you worked your thumb carefully into his temple before sweeping it over his eyebrow and rubbing into the space between them.

it wasn’t long before spencer’s breathing started to even out, the steady rise and fall of his chest and the peaceful look on his face an obvious indication that he’d finally fallen asleep. he looked at ease, pretty pink lips parted to let out soft snores, the twisted look of discomfort he’d been wearing now smoothed out and you let your lips tilt into a gentle smile. again you traced your finger over his nose and the curve of his lips.

“goodnight, spence.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid smut

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ACT 1, SCENE 3: blue lock headcanons

sae is into skincare: lotions, serums, the whole set. he and rin used to have self-care nights as children during which they would sit in bed with matching face masks and watch cartoons on the family tablet. if they were in a good mood, they would let you join.

barou listens to classical while working out. no joke. this man is so insanely focused he will shoot goals and play paganini at the same time. his work ethic is low-key why you were attracted to him the first place.

nagi is lazy to the point he will deliberately buy five pairs of the same exact pants just to save himself the trouble of having to choose an outfit in the morning. thank god for reo otherwise nagi would still be dressing like he just crawled out of bed. he still can't do much about his bedhead though.

rin desperately wanted to join sae in the deeper end of the community pool; however, he was deathly afraid of drowning. his only logical solution was to cover himself in pool floaties while he dipped a single toe into the water. even to this day, he still has traumatic memories of that experience. you need to hold his hand every time.

kaiser acts like his football prowess comes entirely from natural talent. in reality, he trains to an obsessive degree behind the scenes. you could come home at midnight, and he would still be there replaying every single highlight of his recent game. he is the type to keep detailed notes about all the players he went up against.

isagi likes to walk around his hometown of saitama and just observe the snapshots of life around him. whether it's a street vendor, children playing on a grass patch, or a couple in the sunset, he secretly enjoys these little vignettes of human experience. he would become sentimental when it comes to you. sometimes you have to pull his head out of the clouds.

nagi has parents who work overseas, so the most he sees of them is through video calls or holiday presents. occasionally, he also gets a birthday card shipped through international mail. when you threw him his first surprise party, he secretly felt touched because his family was never big on physical celebrations.

sae is ridiculously good at anything that involves data and calculations. he participated in a math competition one time in junior high, and he would have made it to the national level had he not been entirely focused on football. refused to tutor rin in algebra though because apparently his little brother has to figure out everything for himself. if it were you though, he would begrudgingly agree.

bachira holds the world record in procrastination. his notebook, pencil, and eraser are still as untouched and pristine as they were on the first day of the academic school year. he does not know what a book is, nor has he read one. he only studied because you refused to cuddle with him otherwise.

ego eats so many cups of instant ramen noodles that his glasses begin to fog up from time to time. anri has to clean the frames and lenses weekly just to make sure his myopic self can even see. at this point, she's the real MVP of the entire series.

barou likes to open the windows right after it rains because he enjoys the sweet smell of petrichor. his ideal day would be spent lounging on a couch with some tea and a novel. it would be even more perfect if you snuggled under the blankets with him.

niko sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, immensely insecure about his forehead. he thinks it looks giant though it really isn't. you have to brush his fringe back and pepper kisses down his face and remind him that a big forehead means a big, sexy brain, so it really isn't that bad. he believes you and goes back to sleep.

shidou would make fun of boomers. in fact, he'd ridicule every single person he considers past their prime. he does not believe in any form of authority, nor does he like being told what to do. if he had his way, he would have turned the entire world into anarchy a long time ago. the only reason why he doesn't wake up and make himself everyone's problem is because he doesn't want to upset you.

kaiser knows he is very well-endowed physically, so he purposefully walks around your apartment shirtless. if he catches you eyeing him, he will make a big deal out of it. tries to not-so-subtly flex his biceps every time he reaches for the milk carton.

reo loves cocktail dresses, especially in the wine red shade. something about the accentuated figure and natural curves gives him goosebumps. his favorite part of you is when your tummy slightly protrudes after you've eaten too much. you might think it's embarrassing, but he thinks it's adorable.

rin only uses shower gel, mostly because he learned his lesson after using the locker room shower stalls. never use bar soap, always use bottled. he's also the type to always have shower shoes. sae taught him that.

bachira is the type of student to completely misread the question and still not feel bad after the teacher points it out. oh no, he was actually supposed to solve for x, not just circle it? he'll shrug it off like nothing ever happened. at least he tried. the teacher should be grateful for his effort.

sae says he does not understand the sentiments behind cute couple traditions but then proceeds to get upset when you show up to his game without wearing his jersey. would definitely get you matching bracelets for your anniversary.

aiku has a high spice tolerance. he would definitely drown his food either in sriracha or buldak sauce. if you can't handle spicy though, he would set aside a separate plate just for you and manually spoon out the food just to make sure you have something to eat too.

aryu never has dry cuticles. he is always trimming and filing to perfection. sometimes he has beef with your nail tech because he thinks he could have done so much better on your acrylics. refuses to let you go to a salon because he already has all the tools and expertise necessary.

sae does not know how to cook. his manager has always ordered take-out for him. the one time he tried to use a microwave, he completely misread the package instructions and nearly burned the entire building down. called you up with the straightest face afterwards to tell you that the smoke alarms were not shutting off.

barou unconsciously caves into peer pressure. every single new trend makes him rethink his personal style. however, he views it all with an old man mentality. like what are these youngsters doing these days? dying their hair every possible color of the rainbow? he has to do that too. proceeds to call aryu to add red streaks into his own hair. sometimes you have to remind him that external opinion should always taken with a grain of salt.

chigiri has a major sweet tooth. if you so much as bake him one single treat, he will have made plans to put a ring on your finger before he even finishes the damn pastry. his ideal partner is someone mature and understanding who can take care of him well. definitely likes the homemaker type.

gagamaru is the seeing friend in your relationship. no matter how many trips he makes to the optometrist, he will always come back with perfect 20/20 vision. definitely a nature enthusiast, and he loves hiking. even if you're blind as a bat, he will always be there to hold your hand in the dark.

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chainmail-butch · 1 month

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A Speech For the Colonist.

It is my opinion that communist movements within the US fail because they refuse to address decolonization.

It is my further opinion that the contradiction between colonizer and colonized supercedes the contradiction of class. The Native American Nations are colonized, Black people are colonized, Hispanic people are colonized. Colonization is the key to white supremacy and white supremacy is the key to class within the United States and Canada.

If you talk to most white communists about decolonization within the United States you'll get things like, "Well, decolonization will come with the revolution because we'll give the people the autonomy and resources they need to care for their communities." This is the exact same rhetoric that alienated black revolutionaries from the American Communist Party in the 60s. "Under communism every worker will have what he needs and be able to give according to his means, so we don't need to worry about race."

Comrade, we do. We do need to worry about race. We cannot simply wish a reality away because in our minds Everyone Will Be White in a communist society.

We need to acknowledge the fact that every single White Person within the United States, and the rest of the Americas for that matter, is a colonist. Our institutions are colonial. Our industry is colonial. Our cities are colonial. Our infrastructure is colonial. Our lawns are colonial. Every single aspect of our lives has its roots in colonization.

We still plunder the earth like we're sending silver and timber back to England and Spain.

By pretending that we are not colonists we make it impossible to address the ways in which we colonize. By ignoring the ways in which we colonize we fail to address the ways in which we are imperialist. By failing to address our imperialism we fail address capitalism.

We are colonists. Pretending that this isn't the case doesn't make it any less reality.

You'll acknowledge the fact that we live on stolen land but would you hand Seattle back to the Duwamish? Would you cede Delaware back to the Lenape? Would you take up arms, and then lay them down to a nation of people that are unlike you? Would you take up arms and lay them down again for a nation of people that you might not agree with politically? Have you confronted your fear that they would treat you just like we treat them?

For that matter, how have you addressed your conception of Black Nationalism? Any white communist will tell you that Nationalism as a concept is counter-revolutionary but how do you address the fact that there is an entire race of people who were ripped from their homes and forced to colonize another land? The solution certainly isn't Liberia, which is itself a colonial exercise.

How do you address the fact that any black person will tell you that a nation created for and by black americans would be a pretty good deal in their book? How do address the fact that our colonial nation isn't their nation and they know it? What do you do? Do you call them reactionary? Do you tell them that their desire for a home of their own is because we orphaned their ancestors and that they need to get over it?

Comrade, these are the questions you need to answer. You need to listen to the people we have colonized and you need to really observe our material conditions.

We live with the unique situation that, as a result of a vicious and often ignored genocide, the colonizers are the majority ethnic group within the colonized land. White people make up 57% of this country. And unlike other colonized regions, there's no France for us to return to. There's no England, there's no Belgium, there's no Netherlands, there's no Spain. The working class white is stuck here. It's up to us to address our own reality and to understand that, ultimately, no way and no how can we be the face of revolution within the united states.

No white led communist movement will prosper because, even now, we still have too much to lose. Our people will never start the fight as we are now. Understand that.

#This isn't the completed speech #Which I am writing as homework for my Rhetoric class #but it encapsulates a lot of the ideas I want to address #Colonization #Decolonization #Communism

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octuscle · 8 months

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hey can your app help me?

Im in my third year of uni and i’m really not sure why I took this degree. I finish in a year and have no clue what i want to do with my life. I go to uni in a very chavy area and they all seem so chilled and laid back. it makes me very envious. I’ve always worked hard in school and at uni too and now I wish I could just relax and do fuck all like them. I’m swamped in deadlines and just need to get rid of all this stress. any solutions your app can offer?

Mate, I wouldn't just throw away all the hard work I've done over the last few years now. Ever thought about taking a vacation? Just switch off for a few days. Mallorca is supposed to be lovely this time of year. The air is pleasant, the sea is still warm…

Okay, the flight from Stansted to Palma was really exhausting. When you have the scallies as close to you as in the plane, they are not relaxed. Then they are loud. Then they are obtrusive. And then they have a dubious body hygiene. You just want to get out of the plane. In such a hurry that you take the wrong bag out of the hand luggage compartment. But you only realize this when you are sitting in the cab and want to tell the cab driver the address of your hotel. The only thing in the side pocket is a Thomas Cook voucher booklet. With vouchers for bus transportation. And for a two-star hotel in the third row in Magaluf. Damn, your wallet is gone, your documents, your money. How are you supposed to go on vacation for a week with 200 pounds in your pocket? Okay, according to the voucher even 10 days. But all inclusive. Fuck, make the best of it.

The cab driver throws you out of the cab. Obviously you have no money. The first bus to your hotel has left in the meantime. But the Thomas Cook representative shows you where the next one is waiting for you. In the bag was a pack of cigarettes. Actually, you don't smoke. But it's a vacation.

At the hotel, the lady at the front desk tells you that you have a voucher for half a double room. Your roommate is already upstairs. She can't give you a second key. If you want a single room, it costs 50 euros. Fuck again! Fucking Euros! You don't have any… You thought there was no euro since Brexit. Dude, get a grip… You can't get a clear thought together. Before you go to the room, you take a sip of the free sangria. Shit, that's sweet! A Guiness would be better now. One of the scallies from the plane bumps into you from behind. Your Sangria flows over your shirt and your pants. "Don't giv two shites, mate," says the chav. "but ya're wearin' way too much for a vacation in mallorca anyway." And laughs. It doesn't help, you have to go to your room and change. You knock on the door. Once more. Once more. One more time. "Hey, what the fuck, i'm fuckin' reel na," you hear from the room. "Mate, let me in, i dinnit hav a fuckin' key!" Did you really say that now. Your mate opens the door. Condom over rock hard boner. Makes high five, turns around and fucks the chick again.

You go into the bathroom with your bag. Fuck, your mate has already done a great job. You count at least five condoms. In the toilet, on the floor, in the sink. You take off your wet and sticky clothes and look what's in your bag. Five minutes later, you're standing in front of the mirror in surf shorts, wifebeaters, long white soccer socks and Adidas flip-flops. Now put on the fake gold chain. Hehehe, perfect for the pool party!

It is 02:00 o'clock, when you are drunk again at the room. From inside you hear your roommate snoring. You yell until angry shouts come from all the other rooms except yours. Hehehe, in the room next to you lives one of the horny guys from Liverpool, whom you have blown a while ago. He lets you into his room and you climb over the balcony into yours. Try it at least. You fall. Fortunately, you are on the first floor. Nevertheless, you have to puke from shock. And then you fall asleep in the flowerbeds.

After a week, you know which waiter you can bum cigarettes from. And which guest will give you ten euros for a blow job. Best vacation ever. Fuck yeah, your underpants are all either pissed or jizzed. You don't have a single clean t-shirt left, but on the beach you bought some fake soccer jerseys for a few euros. And the EA7 sports shorts look like real ones too. Hehehe, Liam lost his shirt in some chick's room again. And Darren is drunk again! Without you they wouldn't even find their hotel….

Tonight Germany plays against England. You want to go by bus to Palma. Watch the game. And no matter how it ends: Afterwards there will be a juicy brawl with a few German fans. As I said: Best vacation ever!

Fittin' pic found at @scallyplanet

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heavyhitterheaux · 9 months

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The Marriage Pact Part 2

From This Day Forward

AN: 🥹💕

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Synopsis: You ask your best friend Ariyana to plan your wedding while Jack takes the two of you on vacation before his tour is set to start and you tell him something that he finds surprising

Pairing: Fiancé!Jack Harlow x Fianceé!Reader

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It was around two in the morning when you finally decided that you had been in your heels and dress long enough and all you wanted to do was lay down in a comfy bed and drift off to sleep. Jack noticed how you were rocking back and forth in your heels, so he promptly decided to give you a piggyback ride so that there was less of a chance of you getting blisters on your feet.

Jack was going to go run and get a few things from his hotel room before coming back to yours while you decided to quickly change and put your hair up so that it would be easier for you to do tomorrow. You had just finished when there was an abrupt knock at the door. You were confused seeing as Jack had his own key unless he forgot it, but then you had a realization.

Urban.

You remember seeing the look on his face as Jack held up your left hand and kissed you and it was clear that he was thoroughly confused. You admit that leaving him in the dark for so long probably wasn’t the best idea and he definitely deserved an explanation from being blindsided by the both of you.

Once you swung open the door, there he was with his arms crossed just like earlier. He didn’t even bother greeting you and pushed his way in to sit on the couch in the corner and simply stared at you.

“Urby.”

“No, you do not get to Urby me. What the fuck was that? And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Just wait for Jack to get here and…”

“No need, I’m here.” You heard him say as the door opened at the same time. He placed everything he brought on the nightstand on what he considered his side of the bed before coming over next to you and Urban.

“Okay good, the both of you are here and now I need to know what’s going on.”

The both of you shared a look between each other before nodding and deciding that there was nothing to lose at this point.

“Why do you two always do that?”

“Do what?” The both of you answered at the same time clearly confused as to what he was getting at.

“The two of you stare at each other and have this silent conversation like the two of you know what the other one is thinking.”

“Well we have been attached basically since birth.” Jack replied while shrugging.

“Okay, I’m waiting! Stop stalling!”

“We made a marriage pact at seventeen.” You quietly said while looking at Urban who now looked more confused than he had been earlier in the night.

“Excuse me? A what?”

“A marriage pact, you know…” Jack started to explain, but Urban immediately cut him off.

“I know what it is! And the two of you what? Just decided to go for it? What the hell?”

“We made it when we were seventeen like Y/N said. We decided that if we were both single by the time that each of us were thirty that we would marry each other.”

All Urban did was give the two of you a blank stare while trying to come to terms with what you had just told him.

“Urby?”

“I… from the beginning I have told the both of you that you belong together but it took a marriage pact for it to actually happen?”

“It wasn’t that easy.”

“Uh yeah it was that easy. Jack likes Y/N and won’t shut up about it and Y/N likes Jack and won’t shut up about it. Boom, the easy solution was to ask each other out? So, is this like real?”

“Of course it’s real.” Jack was now starting to get a bit defensive which you caught on to and quickly grabbed his arm for him to calm down.

“But do you two even love each other? I mean I get it that you two have that best friends forever type of love but… you two are going from best friends to being husband and wife? You haven’t even been in a relationship with each other to know if you even mesh well.”

“We get along and barely ever have disagreements.” Jack answered while shrugging.

Urban immediately shook his head.

“That is not the same thing and both of you know it.”

“Why are you being so difficult about this?” You asked him because you seriously couldn’t understand what he was getting at.

“You do realize if this ends badly what could possibly happen right?”

“But it’s not going to end badly.” Jack replied as Urban continued to shake his head.

“Divorce and the two of you will end up hating each other. Oh and not to mention last time I checked, Y/N, you were Jack’s manager. Your mothers are best friends and that will probably be an issue and turn into the blame game of whose child’s fault it is and they might not even be friends after that. Did I get it all? So the two of you automatically think that the love that you have for each other is enough to sustain this?”

“I thought that you would be happy for us.” You quietly said and Jack immediately knew that you were now upset and planned on ripping Urban a new one.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am because the two of you getting together was all I ever wanted. I just…. I just want the both of you to be realistic. I don’t want either of you getting hurt because that is literally the last thing that I would ever want. This isn’t coming from a place of me not being supportive. I just want the best for both of you.”

The three of you were quiet for a few minutes before Urban spoke up.

“But if this is what the two of you want to do, then I’m 100% in and I’m going to be the supportive best friend. I already told you how I felt about it so do with that what you want. And I promise to not tell anyone about it, you definitely have my word and know that I’m good for it. I just… the two of you mean a lot to me and I don’t want this to blow up in your faces.”

Now the doubts in your mind slowly started to creep in.

Maybe Urban was right.

The two of you were too far in over your heads and it was probably going to turn out badly. Jack was your entire heart and you couldn’t imagine doing anything to hurt him and you know for a fact he wouldn’t think of doing anything to hurt you or to betray your trust.

Jack took note of how quiet you had gotten and planned on addressing it when it was just the two of you once Urban left.

“Well, it is now three in the morning and I’ll leave you two be. Just come get me once we’re ready to fly back home.” Urban quietly said as the both of you nodded.

Once Urban had left, the two of you crawled into bed in silence as thoughts were running rampant through both of your heads. More so you than Jack.

After plugging in his phone, Jack turned off the light leaving you both in the calm darkness and neither of you said a word.

About fifteen minutes had passed before Jack wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek.

“What if Urby’s right?” You whispered as you were trying to do your best to not let Jack know that you had been silently crying.

This was all you ever wanted.

To be married and have a life with Jack and the opportunity was right in front of you.

But what if you two aren’t meant to be together like the both of you want?

“Y/N….”

“No seriously. What if we get divorced and end up hating each other? You are literally one of the most important people in my life and you’ve always been in it. What if then all of a sudden you aren’t?”

“I’m going to need for you to stop being so negative. That isn’t like you at all.”

“Jackman, I am not being negative. I just….”

“We’re going to be fine and I don’t want you to get upset about what he said. All he wants is the best for us and we’re going to do this and make this work. You’re it for me and although I’ve known for a while, I was just scared to act on my feelings and didn’t want to push you away.”

“You could never push me away, you know better than that.”

“I admit, I went out with so many girls to get my mind off of you, but it never worked. It seemed as if you always had a boyfriend so when it got closer to your birthday and the both of us were single, I thought to myself that this was my chance.”

“I wish you would have told me sooner. I had it in my mind that the feelings weren’t reciprocated so I just went off and did my own thing.”

“But now, we have the rest of our lives for me to make it up to you.”

“Very true.”

“I’ve actually had your ring for a year now.”

You turned your body so that you were now facing Jack and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you could make out his features in the dark room.

“A year?”

“I… I knew if I didn’t do it then that I was probably going to back out. I remember going to the jeweler who did my Kentucky chain and I asked him to do your ring. And you want to know what he told me? If this is for Y/N like I think it is, then it’s about time. I just want to show you how you’re supposed to be loved because um no offense, every single boyfriend you’ve had has been an asshole and did not deserve you and I am not even being biased here because I liked you and wanted you for myself. I think that last one was the worst one.”

“Okay Harlow. I get it.” You responded while shaking your head.

“But what are we going to tell people? We have to have our stories straight. I mean truth be told it’s no one’s business but just in case.”

“That we started dating six months ago and then you proposed to me on my birthday. There. Simple.”

��Hmm, that works. What was your favorite gift that I got you? You still have another one waiting for you when we get back home.”

“Another one? I literally don’t need anything else. Well even though I loved the dress and the shoes along with the jewelry, I think that you kissing me was definitely my favorite gift.” You said being completely honest.

“Oh, was it now? I should have warned you before I did it. Just couldn’t help myself.”

“I didn’t mind, it caught me off guard a little but it’s fine.”

“I figured that it was mind-blowing seeing as that was probably the best kiss you’ve had in your life since your ex-boyfriends weren’t shit.”

“I had a feeling that you were going to say that.” You responded while rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see you.

“Now that you’re with me, you’ll want for nothing and I can give you all the kisses you want.”

“Oh, is that so? Because I would like another one right now to help put me to sleep.”

Without a second thought, Jack immediately leaned down to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back.

Once the two of you broke apart, Jack was lightly stroking your face as you laid on him.

"I wanted to ask you something." Jack started to say.

"Yes?"

"Do you still want a big family like you originally told me?"

"I am NOT giving you eight daughters so you can fucking forget it."

"I didn't even say anything about that! But seriously, what's your limit? You have to be the one to carry them so it's up to you. I'm good with whatever you decide."

"Three is my limit. Maybe four but that is absolutely my cut off."

"Can't wait until we have three small versions of us running around."

"And I already know that they'll have your big ass head." You muttered and you could hear Jack suck his teeth.

"You didn't have to say all that."

"Love you boo bear."

"No you don't and you can't convince me otherwise."

"I will kick you out. Keep in mind this is my room and you are a guest."

"So, that's how you treat your guests?"

"I will make sure the plane leaves you here later today."

"That's okay. I'll just call your mom and tell her you left me knowing that I need adult supervision at all times."

"Hmm, no lies told. You would think that because you’re the oldest that you would be the responsible one, but no."

"I….. we are literally EIGHT days apart!" Jack started to say but you immediately started to laugh.

"Go to sleep! We have to be up at 8 and I can imagine that it's now close to 4."

"Fine, but this conversation is far from over."

"It is for now."

"And to think I bought your ass a G Wagon."

"Wait, what!?" You exclaimed.

"Goodnight." Jack said as he turned away from you, but you quickly grabbed his arm to turn him back.

"You can't just say that out of nowhere with no explanation! That’s an expensive ass car!"

"I can and I did. Night baby girl."

"Jackkkkkk, can you at least tell me what color it is?"

"No, I have a big head and I always need adult supervision, remember? You'll find out when you see it."

"Pleaseeeee?"

"No. Go to sleep."

"Fine." You said with a huff and got settled in next to him.

After a few minutes, you heard him whisper in your ear.

"Black and gray."

"I KNEW IT!"

—

The two of you had been back in Louisville for a few weeks while Jack was adamant about you moving all of your things from your condo to his house but you weren’t budging. The only way he got you to agree was that you would keep it as a place to relax if you needed to. You loved it and there was no way you were about to give it up.

"Baby girl, it just makes more sense."

"No and I'm not budging. I love my condo and I am NOT selling it." You responded while crossing your arms.

"But we have more space here."

"So?"

"There is no way we can fit three kids in your condo."

"My answer is no, Jackman."

"Okay, okay. I don't want to fight with you so how about we compromise?"

"What do you suggest?" You said while rolling your eyes, but Jack saw and quickly pinched your cheek while you were trying to swat his hand away.

"Keep your condo as is but move in with me seeing as nine times out of ten your ass is over here every day anyway. Leave everything there and I'll buy you all new things. How does that sound?"

You didn't say anything for a few minutes while rocking back and forth on your heels contemplating what Jack had just said.

"I guess." You finally said with a sigh as Jack pulled you into a hug.

"I already always take care of you so you know I'm good for that. Anything you want or need, all you have to do is ask. And yes you can bring your Care Bear collection that you love so much."

"I know seeing as how much shit I put up with from you and I was bringing it anyway."

“HEY!”

“Did I lie?”

"I’m ignoring you. And I mean, you literally basically live with me anyway so is this really going to be a big change?"

"No, but when you would piss me off that's where I would go."

"Wait, what? All you told me was that you were going to Target and Starbucks!"

"And I would always come back and bring you something too, so what's the problem?"

"I… I'll let it slide."

"Good and now I'm going to meet Ari for lunch. You and Urban act like you got some sense while I'm gone."

"No promises." You heard from behind you and immediately sighed.

You turned around to see Urban, Clay, Sunni, and Cope.

"Do not call me to bail any of you out and on that note, I'm leaving. Clay, you're in charge because I do not trust the rest of them."

"Aye aye captain!" Clay said while everyone else rolled their eyes.

"That was ONE time!" Sunni exclaimed and all you did was look at him with a blank stare as Cope stifled a laugh.

"Anyway, bye." You started to grab your pink crossbody bag and phone when you heard Jack clear his throat.

"Excuse me? Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh! My keys! Can't drive anywhere without them!"

"Really!? So you aren't going to kiss your fiance?" Jack asked as you heard audible gasps from behind you.

"Wait, her WHAT?" Sunni and Cope exclaimed while looking between the both of you.

"Oh, yeah. We haven't really told a lot of people yet, but yes." Jack answered and Clay looked unfazed since he already knew while Urban’s facial expression was hard to read.

Urban was the only other person who knew about the pact and the two of you haven't really talked since you told him, but knew that he and Jack had.

"Since when have you two been together!? How did I miss this!? And Sunni you owe me 100 dollars. I told you that they would get married."

"I'm not giving you shit until they actually walk down the aisle."

"Do we have a date yet?"

"No, and we haven't even started planning, but we will soon."

"Are you just going to get Ari to do it?" Clay asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"I can see what she says since I'm about to see her. But for now, bye." You replied as you reached up to kiss Jack who then gave you several kisses in return.

"Never thought I'd see the day." You heard Cope say and Urban quickly agreed.

"Me either."

Since you couldn't exactly read his facial expression, you didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not but decided to let it slide and tell Jack about it later. But truth be told, you probably weren't.

"Text me when you get there so I know you’re safe."

"Promise I will."

You had sent Ari a text that morning telling her that you were in the mood for some seafood and both of you decided to meet up at one of the most popular seafood restaurants in Louisville. The two of you had just ordered your drinks with an appetizer of crab dip when Ari quickly turned the conversation to the subject of the wedding.

“I am literally so happy and excited for you! I always knew that you two would end up together. I was tired of you two dumbasses making googly eyes at each other.”

“Bitch, shut up, but I’m happy too, I just know that he is always going to have my best interest and never do anything to hurt me.”

“He literally cannot take his eyes off of you every time you walk in a room. I can’t believe that it took this long for you two to actually get together. Do we have a wedding date set?” She asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Not yet, and more than likely it probably wouldn’t be until next year anyway seeing as he’s about to be touring again and so much is happening in between that. We’ll probably do little things with planning, but I’ll wait until he has a longer break to focus on the big things like where we’re going to have it and the venue.”

“I am literally just sitting here waiting for you to ask me to plan it. It’s not like your best friend isn’t a whole wedding planner.”

You and Ari met in middle school and the two of you quickly became close. She had been a wedding planner since she turned twenty three and it was truly her passion. Any time that anyone had any type of event going on in Louisville, she was often the first person that people called. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be booked all year and if people wanted her for an event, they had to book her months in advance.

“You have enough going on right now, I didn’t want to add to it.”

“You are literally my best friend on the entire fucking planet. Fuck everyone else, I’m planning your wedding and you are NOT paying me a dime for it.”

“Wait, Ariyana! I can’t just…. No… absolutely not! I have to pay you something!” You said as you took a sip of your water and looked over at her in disbelief.

“No, you don’t. I am just so happy that this is finally happening for you and it’s the least that I can do. I just…. Your face at your birthday party when Jack held up your hand to show off the ring? I have never in my life seen you happier. This is forever and it’s meant to be. I am doing this for free because I love you and you mean a lot to me and this is literally what I do all day, every day. You and Jack will not have to lift a finger. I’ll do everything including the bachelorette and bachelor parties. I don’t trust Urban to do it even though I know he’s going to be the best man. I’ll start a group chat between me, you, and Jack so we can get this plan in motion. This is going to be the wedding of the century.”

“Oh lord. Don’t do anything too crazy, promise me?”

“And I didn’t hear a thing that you just said because I am getting this group chat started and…. Eat your crab dip and let me work.”

“Here we go.”

“Oh, question. Does Jack know about um? You know? But I mean he’s had to dick you down by now.” She replied while shrugging and finishing up the text.

Your eyes suddenly went wide and knew that you had to make up a story in record time.

“I mean he is about to be your husband after all and wait a minute…. Yall have never done it?! Because why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t be so loud, Ari!”

“I was just saying. I admire you for it but I have another question…. Did you wait so long because you wanted it to be Jack? For your first I mean? Because you’ve had a lot of boyfriends. Truth be told, none of them deserved to take it but that’s a different story for a different day.”

“I just wanted to wait until I was married, but that has actually never come up in a conversation. The fact that it’s going to be Jack is just a plus.”

“What the? How? Haven’t you two been together for a while?” Ari was now looking at you with a confused face and you were doing your best to try and not get nervous and ramble. She knew when you rambled too fast that you were lying.

“Six months.”

“And in those six months, you never thought about ripping off Jack’s clothes and having him dick you down?”

“Of course I have but I just…. I know he’s not the type of person to rush me and he told me that whenever I was ready to let him know. He’s not like these other guys out here that will go out and cheat on you when you tell him that.”

“He really is your soulmate, huh?” Ari said while smiling at you.

“He definitely is.”

“I’m just so happy for you and I’m never going to get tired of saying it. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Now the biggest thing going forward was what you had to tell Jack.

You had never had sex before because you were simply waiting for the right person and the right moment for it to happen.

You just hoped that when you did tell him, he wasn’t going to go out and cheat on you like all of you ex-boyfriends did even though you told them from the beginning.

They would claim that they were okay with it, but that would only last for so long. A few also accused you of lying and then seeing how close you were with Jack, just assumed that you were cheating on him.

But you knew that he was different.

A good different.

When you had gotten back from being out with Ari for the majority of the afternoon and evening, it was around nine at night and Jack was simply laying on the couch flipping through channels trying to find something to watch.

“I should have known Ari was going to kidnap you like she always does and have you out for the majority of the day.”

“Well, I’m back now and no one called me for bail money and my fiancé is still in one piece so we’re good.” You answered while sitting on the couch opposite him and sliding off your shoes.

All Jack was doing was eyeing you and you were thoroughly confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” You curiously asked.

“Why are you over there and so far away from me? You don't love me anymore?”

All you did was roll your eyes and smile as you came and sat next to him and he pulled you onto his lap.

"You know better than that."

“Now, that’s more like it.” Jack said as he squeezed you and kissed your cheek.

“Such a big baby.” You replied as you shook your head.

“Only for you.”

“What did you do all day without me?”

“Wait for you to come back.”

“You get on my last nerve. You are so unserious.”

“I’ve only been serious once in my life, when I asked you to marry me and that’s it. But I’m going to need for you to go and pack your suitcase because we have somewhere to be.”

“Wait, huh? Where are we going? Tour is…” Jack immediately cut you off.

“I know that tour is about to start, but I want to spend time with my fiancé that won’t be interrupted by anyone else so we’re taking a little trip. I want you all to myself."

“Where are we going? I need to know what clothes to pack.”

“It’s somewhere that you’ve always wanted to go and every time I tried to take you something came up so we’re going now.”

“That can only be two places.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Thailand?! The elephant sanctuary?!”

Elephants were in fact your favorite animal and you were very disappointed when you got older to find out that you couldn't have one as a pet.

“No, but I’ll take you soon.”

“Then that means…. THE MALDIVES?!?”

All Jack did was smile at you as you continued to squeal.

“When are we leaving?!”

“Around midnight so we need to hurry up.”

“Then why are we sitting here? Come on!” You exclaimed while standing up and grabbing Jack’s hand to pull him up.

You went up the steps two at a time before running into the master bedroom closet and taking out your biggest suitcase and opening it as Jack was behind you simply laughing.

It helped that a lot of your clothes were already there since like Jack mentioned, you spent a lot of your time there with him anyway.

You were scrambling around the closet deciding on which bathing suits to bring when you decided on your black and white polka-dot, bubblegum pink, lavender, and yellow.

"Hmm that's probably all you need to bring." You heard Jack say from behind you and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.

"Sir, I cannot walk around everywhere in a bikini."

"Who says you can't? That just means easier access for me. For you know whenever that time comes."

You tried not to let it show on your face how nervous that made you when he said that, but simply went over to grab a few of your sun dresses along with sandals to match.

"Aren't you going to pack too?" You asked Jack while turning around to look at him and he quickly shook his head no.

"I already did, I was just here to help you if you needed it."

"You? Help me? I'm used to it being the other way around."

"HEY! I am not that bad!"

"I beg to differ, but okay babe. Whatever you say." You answered while walking over to where your jewelry was.

"Wait, am I really that bad?"

All you did was give him a look in response.

"Never mind. From the look on your face, don't answer that."

—

Jack had told you that the two of you would be staying for a week before going back home, packing again, and then the tour would kick off overseas before finally ending in Louisville right before Christmas.

It was now your last night there and you were currently sitting outside on the balcony while gazing up at the stars that peppered the sky. You then saw Jack come and sit next to you and now the two of you were in a comfortable silence until you broke it.

"Thank you for this. This was one hell of a first date."

"I had to set the tone. But you’re welcome and you know I'll do anything for you. All you have to do is ask."

"Literally a trip to Miami would have been fine."

"No it wouldn't when you've been there 300 times."

"Good point."

"Want to go for one last swim before we leave tomorrow?"

You eagerly nodded your head and quickly took off your cover up to display the lavender bathing suit underneath. Jack was admiring the view as you walked down the stairs into the water with him following close behind you.

You couldn't get over how clear the water was underneath you and you were sad that you only had a few hours of this left.

You couldn’t remember the last time that you went on a vacation and this was definitely needed. More than likely you wouldn't be able to do this again until after the two of you were married and on your honeymoon that you had yet to decide what the two of you were going to do for.

"You're quiet. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Jack asked as he came up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.

"That we won't be able to do this again for a while."

"The honeymoon will be here before you know it."

"Ari probably has that planned already too knowing her."

"I don't mind. That's one less thing that we have to worry about."

"Are we…. Are we really sure about this?" You asked as Jack turned you around to look at him.

"I'm 100% sure that I love you and I want to marry you. Been in love with you for a while now."

"But…"

"I have literally seen you at your best and at your worst. I know for a fact that I made the right decision when I got your ring made and proposed to you. Who cares what anyone says about it. We know it's real and you know that I won't do anything to hurt you or do something that will have you question the love that I have for you. I'm here to remind you for the rest of our lives how much you mean to me."

"I love you too and thank you for that."

"I know how much you've been hurt in the past and all that stops right now. You have my word." Jack answered as he leaned down to kiss you with him eagerly kissing you back. It was almost as if both of you were desperate. Jack then placed his hands underneath your thighs and you took this as an opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss.

Jack then placed your back against one of the pillars that held the bungalow that you were staying in up and untied the back of your bikini top.

Then you suddenly froze.

“I.. uh…”

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked as he was now placing kisses along your collarbone while slowly massaging your left breast. When you still didn’t say anything he stopped.

“Baby girl, what’s on your mind?”

“Um… I’ve never….”

“You’ve never what?”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

It was quiet for a few seconds as he peered down at you to see if you were in fact serious.

“Wait, never?”

You simply shook your head and looked down.

Jack immediately put his finger under your chin to lift your head up so that he could see your eyes.

“Baby, that is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just assumed that you had and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable just now.” He said while reaching behind you in order to tie it again.

“That’s why just about all my boyfriends would cheat on me even though I told them from the beginning that I wanted to wait.”

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to wait and now I really see them as assholes for doing that to you.”

“I feel like an anomaly.”

“You definitely aren’t and it’s probably more common than you think.” Jack replied while still holding you up.

“I’m sorry.”

“What? What are you apologizing for? You didn’t do anything wrong. We have plenty of time for that. Literally the rest of our lives. I just want for you to be sure that you’re ready. I am in no way, shape, or form going to rush you. I’m not like them and going to go out and cheat on you.”

“I know.” You quietly said while looking down again.

“Look at me, pretty girl.”

Once you did he kissed your forehead, both of your cheeks, before going to your lips and giving you several kisses.

“No rush, okay? You just tell me when you’re ready.”

You simply nodded your head before Jack set you back down and all you did was let out a sigh.

“Just know when the time comes, I’m going to make sure that it’s extra special.”

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Unspoken Words

Mhin x Reader

a/n: my first tumblr fic!! :) i just played touchstarved demo n i already miss them all.. whats the solution? fic writing, duhh. requests open btw, ill write (or at least try to write..) almost anything ^^

notes: short mhin x reader, g/n reader, reader is drunk, pure fluff, i love mhin <3

mhin’s eyes widened, staring. just one step inside of the wet wick, and they already felt their anger boiling. their jaw clenched tightly, and it was almost painful, but mhin had more important things to be worrying about.

(name), sat right inbetween vere and ais. they were obviously drunk, and the other two were as well, and seemingly flirting with them.

vere’s tail was coiled around their waist, hugging them closely, and ais was snuggled up next to them, his chin resting on their shoulder.

mhin’s eye twitched. fury burned and boiled in their head, and they felt their face run warm. mhin tried to ignore it, quickly walking over to the three drunks- two of which they hated, one of which they adored.

“(name).”

(name)’s head turned to face mhin, their face warm. “mhin! i missed you.” they cooed with a slurred voice, standing up and leaning onto mhin.

mhin’s eyes widened, and they reluctantly caught them, even if the smell of whiskey on (name) made them tense up and cringe. they shot a glare at the two men that once sat next to (name). “…come on. you need to go on to bed.”

“awh, mhin..” they whine, hiccuping a bit. “thought you… thought you maybe were coming to share a drink.”

“no.” mhin’s voice comes out more sharp than they intended, making them quickly clear their throat. “just… let’s get you up to your room.”

they groaned, but made no attempt to protest as mhin hesitantly wrapped their arm around their waist, helping them up the wet wick’s stairs and to their room, ignoring the loud crowd of drunks that would bump into then.

(name) attempted to fumble with the key, but mhin quickly plucked it out of their hands, unlocking the door themselves. and as soon as it was unlocked and they walked in, (name) quickly made their way to their bed, laying down.

mhin sat next to them hesitantly, looking down at their face. they could not stop themself from staring at (name)’s beautiful features that they had come to silently admire each time they would come in contact with each other.

mhin didn’t know why they felt so protective of (name)— why they got so angry at the sight of ais and vere flirting with them.

they sighed deeply.

mhin got up to leave, but was quickly jerked back down by a hand on their forearm.

“please, stay..” (name) looked up at them, and mhin could do nothing to stop the redness that quickly leaped to their face.

“i-i, uh..” mhin desperately tried to blurt out a protest of any sort, but they could not find it in themself to. they groaned, reluctantly (but not really) laying down next to (name). despite the soft bed, which was surprising for a room at the wet wick, mhin was completely stiff and frozen still.

and when (name) slowly creeped towards mhin, lying their head down on their chest, wrapping their arms around them, they didn’t know what to do. mhin was dumbfounded— for as smart as they were, they suddenly couldn’t form a single sensible thought.

however, the sudden sounds of (name)’s soft snoring made mhin relax again, breathing out a sigh once more.

their arms slowly find their way around (name)’s back, and mhin’s body finally fully relaxes, and they watch mae’s sleeping face.

its cute, they think. everything about them is cute.

the sensation of (name)’s warm body against their cold one is something they have never felt before, and it causes their face to flush red, but they aren’t complaining, and they don’t want this to end.

the words are just at the tip of their tongue, yet they press their mouth shut tight, shutting their eyes.

mhin fears rejection (even though the one they fancy is literally sleeping on their chest), so they keep their mouth shut.

someday, maybe, they’ll tell you that they love you.

“goodnight, (name).”

#touchstarved #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved mhin #mhin touchstarved #mhin #mhin x reader

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crazyinluvfix · 1 month

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PROLOGUE

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, that’s where the story really begins ;)

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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.

After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.

Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.

After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.

She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.

It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.

January 3rd, 2010

“You’re humiliating,” I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.

He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.

“Have you got everything?” he asked as he nodded to my bag.

I let out a breathy chuckle. I didn’t hate him as much as I let on… mostly.

“I packed you a blood bag for lunch,” he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.

My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. “How thoughtful,” I retorted sarcastically.

But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, “Thanks for helping me move in and all,” my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.

Moving across the country would’ve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But… and I would never admit it… but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.

I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, “But, I expect you to be gone when I get home.” I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.

He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of ‘animal attacks’. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be out within the hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya,” I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.

My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. “Tell me how it went when you’re home.” The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasn’t just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since he’d hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.

I almost laughed at him again, but I didn’t. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.

“I will,” I gave in with a joking eye-roll. “Bye Damon,” I waved his way.

“Bye Seffie,” he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.

Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.

As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.

The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.

First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.

But after class was when my day took a turn.

“1076, 1076,” I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.

But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, and…

Crash.

I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. ‘Great,’ I thought satirically. The prick didn’t even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.

But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.

“Hey, uh-” the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.

“What he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?” The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.

I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, “I’d love one.”

Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely could’ve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to ‘help the most.’ My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.

Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.

“Thank you,” I chuckled in response.

“No problem,” the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he gestured to himself, “and this is my buddy, Scott,” his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,” I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, “I’m Sera.”

“You’re new here right?” Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.

I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, “Mhm, started this morning,” a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.

“I mean, we’d be happy to show you ‘round if you wanna hang with us,” he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“Wouldn’t we, Scott,” he then batted the back of his hand against his friend’s arm, glaring at him to respond.

Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, “Oh, yeah, of course.”

I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. “I’d love to, but I’ve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later,” my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.

When I stepped backward I noticed how they didn’t leave just yet, so I said, “Bye boys, I’ll see you around,” with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.

“See you around, Sera,” Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.

I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.

“Why the fuck did you salute?” Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.

“I- I don’t know, okay?” Stiles replied slightly panicked.

My smile grew. What idiots.

As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate ‘people skills’.

“I’m sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,” the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.

My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.

“Please look again, I’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for.” A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.

During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.

The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.

That day had ended with new numbers in everyone’s phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friend’s beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).

And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Carpe Noctem 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You realise you don’t know where you’re going. That you don’t have anywhere to go. You pull into an empty lot and lean forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Your face is raw with the streaks of your tears, your clothes still damp from the wasted lemonade.

You take out your phone and scroll through your contacts. Coworkers you only call in emergencies; your mother who you only call on holidays; and friends you haven’t talked to in years. The twins won’t be much help, not by the looks of their Insta stories. They never offered much more than alcohol and dancing and you’re not in the mood.

You just want to curl up and sob until you fall asleep. You wince and glance in the mirror as your face aches. You see your reflection and gasp. Your cheek is swollen and the left side of your mouth. Oh, god. It really happened. He really hit you.

You start the car. You don’t want to waste gas driving around in circles. After a quick Google search, you think you have a solution. Temporarily. Just one night to be alone. To just detach before you have to figure out what comes next.

You stop at a grocery store you pass along the way. You grab a single bag of food to last you the night and then some. You follow the automated voice guiding you to your destination. You pull into the motel parking lot and heave again.

You never imagined yourself being in this position. This isn’t Gone Girl. This is pathetic. You grab the paper bag and your purse and get out. You check in, the price making you question the integrity of the accommodation.

You get to your room and lock the door. You go over everything with the cleaning wipes you tossed in your basket at the store. Then a cursory look over the bed. Nothing terrible, you suppose.

You undress and wrap yourself in the robe. There’s a laundry room just down the hall. It’ll have to do. You take your wallet and room key, along with your former outfit, and go to find the machine. When you're back in your room, you set a timer and flip through the channels on the small flatscreen.

You settle on a 90s sitcom you never really got into and dig through your bag of goodies for what little comfort you can find. You eat a few too many cookies and go through a small carton of chocolate milk before the alarm goes off. You go to switch your load and come back to search for whatever entertainment is left on cable TV.

When the load is finally dry, you retrieve it and leave the clothes folded by the door. You set out one of the paper cups beside the kettle with a tea bag in expectation of the morning before you turn out the lights. You keep the television on, volume at low, not wanting to feel as alone as you really are. You drift off the to buzzing commentary of an overplayed romcom.

Exhausted by the week behind you and the emotion of the day, you sink down into the turmoil of vivid dreams. Your day plays over and over, each time more demented and twisted to the last, until it ends with Johnny’s hand crashing into you endlessly. A pounding draws you from your subconscious horror.

Shit. Morning already. You grab your phone. It isn’t checkout time yet. You get up, still in nothing more than the robe, and go to the door. You crack is open just a little, expecting to tell the room service that you don’t need anything.

Instead, you gape through the tiny space between the door and the frame at your unexpected caller. You try to close it but Lloyd slaps his hand against the wood, keeping it ajar. In his other hand, he holds a paper bag with handles. You can smell maple wafting from it. You see the stamp of an upscale breakfast place you pass every day but never go to.

“What do you want?” You croak through your dry throat, “how did you even know I’m here?”

“Can’t tell all my tricks,” Lloyd winks, “trust me, the complimentary breakfast isn’t much of a compliment. So…” He raises the paper bag.

“Are you crazy? I’m not letting you in,” you sneer, “you ruined my life. You–”

“I sent you a nice gift. Expensive, actually. Not my fault Officer Cuck can’t do the same.”

“Please–”

“I’m offering you a free meal. You’re shacked up in this rathole, I’m sure you could use it. French toast or waffles?”

You glare at him with one eye. You suck in your cheeks as you consider the offer.

“Sure, leave it in front of the door and I’ll grab it when I’m gone.”

He laughs, “I get it, you’re not used to being taken care of but let’s try a little roleplay. You want the goods, you gotta take me with it.”

“I’m good. I got tea–”

You try to push the door shut again and he forces his foot into the gap. You huff and let out an exasperated growl.

“Really, I can’t handle this right now. Please just leave me alone.”

“Should I tell you how this turns out or do you want to solve that riddle all on your own? If you can find a place, you won’t be able to move in for another two weeks. And in that time, you’ll spend at least twice that in this hole. So, if you can afford first and last right now, I’m not sure you will then.

“But I digress. You gotta go through and turn off those automatic payments for that box you shared with the douche nozzle. And you can’t get back the bills that already came out, huh?

“Maybe you’re the stubborn type. Maybe you sleep in your car for a few weeks, maybe you crash with a friend, that won’t last forever. And in the end, you go crawling back to the pig.

“Or you go with Plan B.”

You stare at him, trying not to show your defeat.

“Me,” he smirks.

You don’t say anything. Your stomach growls so loud he can hear it. You close your eyes. You just want to be left alone.

“You don’t have to decide today, but you do need to eat something. So, you can go hope there’s some instant oatmeal left at the front desk or… you can put up with me for an hour.”

You brace the door and drop your chin. You put your hand on your hip and slowly retract your other. You back up and sit on the end of the bed. You fold in half, holding your head.

You don’t have the energy to argue with him. One hour. Fine. Whatever. He’ll figure out you’re not that special.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #the club #carpe noctem #the gray man

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Title: Blender

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee has a rather creative solution for his new pet’s disobedience.

Warnings: Noncon, Kidnapping, Implied Obsessive Behavior, Human Trafficking, Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: so remember when I asked you all who was on the other side of the blindfold? well, here’s the result. 😈 please mind the warnings and tags, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

You’re blindfolded. You’ve been that way for hours, harsh ropes biting into the bruised flesh around your wrists. Your saliva soaks into the rag in your mouth, thick enough to hold your jaw open uncomfortably. The sound of a door opening makes you snap to attention, and though you can’t see through the ratty cloth over your eyes, the light from the hallway filters through the fabric, blinding you further.

Heavy footsteps creak across the old floor, and you hear the creak of leather soles as their owner stops in front of you.

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls, and you flinch as he grabs your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “I think thirty is a fine price.” Rough fingers tug at the knotted cloth at the back of your skull, and you whine, wincing at the sudden brightness. The speaker is no more than a hazy figure hidden by floating spots as your eyes adjust to the buzzing florescent lighting flooding in from the hallway. “Pretty eyes, too, don’t you think?” He says over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to make you cry.”

He’s tall, and a little stocky. Older, but not unattractive, with short dark hair and slate blue eyes. The mid-country drawl is as unfamiliar as your surroundings, but you know better than to ask who he is, where you are—your face still smarts from the last question you asked. The man licks his plump lips as he stares at you, his grin lewd, like he can see the shape of your body through the oversized button up someone had thrown at you to wear.

Behind him, the blond man in the hallway snorts. “Pretty? A pretty big handful, if you ask me.” He steps into the room, smoothing his fingers over his thick mustache. “Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not finished with her, right? She’s not trained.”

“Yeah, Hansen, I got you.” He draws his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you to break her, I would’ve waited six months.” He leans forward to pull the gag out of your mouth. You shudder, listening to them speak about you like an animal. Not even an animal—a thing. His eyes focus on yours. “You feel like gettin’ out of here, honey?”

Out there is better than in here—in here with the other man, with Hansen. You’re not soon likely to forget the way he’s treated you. The days have been uncountable, but it wasn’t that long ago that you were living a different life. One where you weren’t forced to silently endure your captor’s fingers slipping where they shouldn’t during every humiliating sponge-bath. Slowly, you nod.

“Good.” He looks over his shoulder impatiently. “Key, Lloyd.”

“Money firs, Lee.”

Lee scowls. He stands, unzipping the front of his thick leather jacket. There’s a bullet proof vest underneath it. He reaches into an inner pocket, and produces a bound stack of bills. Lee turns, and tosses it to Lloyd who catches it easily.

“Count it. S’all there.” Lloyd squints at Lee, and then the money.

“I’m going to take it on good faith this time—mainly because I’ve got somewhere to be.” More like someone else to sell. You’ve heard the crying through the walls—the screaming too. You know you’re not the only one Lloyd’s dragged in off the street for this. He grins saucily, and it makes your stomach turn. “You two kids have fun.” Lloyd rummages around in his pockets, and then makes a triumphant noise low in his throat as he produces a single key on a flimsy looking ring from his pockets. He flings it at Lee, who catches it with a snort.

Lloyd turns sharply on his heel and disappears beyond the doorway while Lee squats back down with a grunt, and reaches for the chain around your ankle. He tugs you up to your feet, and you feel your cheeks warm as his eyes rove down over your thighs. The ratty plaid button up on your shoulders is the only item of clothing you own now.

He looks you over, clucking his tongue with a distinctly pleased air. “Lloyd always does do good work, I hafta say.” You shy away as he reaches for the collar of your shirt, and he frowns. “None of that, now. We’re gettin’ to know one another properly.” He draws his thumb over the swollen bruise still marring your right cheek. Lee inspects you, walking in a full circle around you, still holding the bit of rope wound tightly around your wrists.

When it seems he’s satisfied, he hums, wrapping the rope around his hand a few times for security. You’ve walked these hallways many times, but the sight of them is still new to you as you stumble behind Lee. The house is large but also largely empty, and you wonder where the other girls are, if they have people coming for them too.

Outside, the sun is almost blindingly bright, and you realize it’s been weeks since you’ve seen it—maybe months. Gravel crunches under the soles of Lee’s shoes as he leads you towards the parked police cruiser in the under-maintained driveway. All at once, you dig your heels in, pulling backward on the rope and catching him by surprise. He grunts as the rope slips through his fingers, hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment before you yank back on it again. You ignore the pain of the loose stones biting into your bare feet as you turn, looking for a way out. The long, tree lined drive is too open, but if you can make it into the dense undergrowth—

You run.

Your step is unsteady, your thighs already burning from disuse. Lee is cursing behind you, and you can hear the thunderous sound of his footfall closing in—

The breath goes out of you as he slams into you, and you finally cry out in pain as he forces you to the ground. Your cheek presses painfully into the gravel as Lee pants above you. He lets out a raspy laugh.

“You are a little fuckin’ handful, aren’t ya, Honey?” He fists a hand in your hair, forcing your face harder into the dirt. “I wanna treat ya like a lady, Sugar, but you’re gonna hafta earn it.” He gets up off of you, pulling you up with him. You yelp at the pain as he pulls you back toward the cruiser. He yanks open the back door and tosses you in like a rag doll.

“N-no, I-I don’t—” Words of protest form on your lips and die as Lee wrestles you underneath him. You’re smaller than he is, underfed and exhausted too, it doesn’t take much for him to best you. He shushes your shrill complaints with that low, disgustingly patient drawl.

“See Honey, this is why I didn’t want Lloyd goin’ to work on ya,” he grunts as he forces himself between your thighs. The door behind your head is locked, but you pull frantically at the handle anyway. Lee chuckles dryly, wrapping the rope still tied around your wrists about the headrest, forcing your arms above your head. You gasp as he cups your bare cunt.

“Don’t need him to get you to behave.” Your stomach rolls as he spreads your lips apart, circling your clit with the pad of his finger. “Got my own way of makin’ sure you get the picture.” You squirm, trying to buck him off of you, but it’s like trying to lift the car for all the good it does you. Lee clucks his tongue at you.

“We coulda’ waited and done this in a bed, but this is a lesson you need ta learn, Honey.” You buck, trying to work him off of you, and Lee grunts, frowning. “Come on, now. Bein’ difficult ain’t gonna help nothin’.” He circles your hopefully swelling clit with shocking gentleness. “Lloyd told me all about you, Honey,” he draws out the words while he strokes you. “And you were so lonely, baby. Parents didn’t give a fuck about you, did they?” His voice is both piteous and taunting.

It was true that your family kept at a distance, unsatisfied with your choice to pursue an education rather than a husband. Lee raises his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean of you.

“Sweet.” He presses his face into your cunt, suckling your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance. You wail, thighs tightening uselessly around his head as he whips you up into a frenzy. You don’t want to claim the firestorm of heady pleasure building up in your belly, but you don’t have a choice as it claims you. Lee hums with pleasure as you convulse, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as you stare blindly up at the roof of the squad car.

“Ooh, that was good, wasn’t it?” He licks at you again, and you squeal, your oversensitive cunt throbbing. “I think you can gimme another one, can’t you Honey?”

“N-no, no—” You huff through your teeth, whining as he pulls another orgasm from your struggling frame. Your toes curl as white hot pleasure unfurls in your belly. You lay there, panting and sweaty, watching as Lee leans up out of the car, standing up to his full height. Your lower lip trembles as he undoes his belt, fingers making quick work of the buttons and zipper.

“N-not here, p-please,” you plead, fresh tears bubbling up over your eyelids and streaming freely down your cheeks and chin.

“Aht, aht, Honey. You stop them crocodile tears, now.” He admonishes you as he pulls the thick, veiny length of his cock from his pants. “Only makes me harder.” Lee palms his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down the shaft with a groan. There’s a sticky bead of precum at the tip, and he smears it across the reddened head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. You try to scoot up and away from him across the back-seat as he ducks back into the car. You can’t get far, though, the door is locked on the other side, and your hands are still bound to the headrest above you.

Lee’s eyes are unfathomably dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you, a low whistle of appreciation leaving his lips. Your breath catches uncomfortably in your chest as he slaps his cock against your clit wetly, and your body jerks from the sharpness of the sensation.

“L-Lee,” you mumble his name, your lips salty with tears. “Please.”

“Look atcha, Honey,” he praises, ignoring your murmured plea as he begins to press inside. Lee hisses with pleasure as the head of his cock slips into your pussy with an audible, wet pop. “Manners are already gettin’ better.” You gurgle unintelligibly, eyes wide as he stretches you open. You want to focus on your rage, on your humiliation, your fear, but your body doesn’t let you, fresh slick leaking out to coat his invading length. Lee’s head lolls back, his eyes rolling shut as he sinks in slow, like he’s savoring every single inch.

As Lee finishes sheathing his cock into the throbbing, sticky mess of your cunt, you wonder dimly how there’s even space for all of it inside you. Your pussy sucks at him without your permission as he begins to pull out, a pathetic mewling noise leaking out of you at the sensation of his retreat. Dimly, you’re aware of the car rocking and squeaking beneath you as Lee lays into you.

It’s not supposed to feel good, Lee using your body like it belongs to him, like he owns it. Maybe he does, you think dizzily, pleasure eating away at the edges of your convictions.

“You gonna cum for me again?” His voice is like black honey in your ears. You shake your head desperately, whining as he fills you. Lee chuckles. “S’alright, Sweetheart,” he coos. “You can be a good girl n’ cum for Daddy.” You gurgle as he reaches down to pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. Gritting your teeth against the tide of pleasure, your thighs tighten around Lee’s hips as it comes crashing down over you.

It washes away every conscious thought as Lee drags you over the edge and into bliss, your nails digging into the headrest as you wail. Lee’s praising you, telling you how good you’ll be when he’s done with you, how sweet and perfect your cunt is—but you’re not hearing it, not really. Not over the rush of blood buzzing in your ears, or through the pleasurable fog that’s settled over your thoughts.

“Shit, Honey,” Lee pants, his thick fingers digging into your bare hip. “If I woulda known you’d feel this good on my cock, I’d have had Hansen get you sooner.” You don’t really have the bandwidth to consider his words before he’s driving into you full force, his cock spearing you open. He grits his teeth, baring them with a growl.

“M’gonna keep this pretty pussy nice and full,” he rasps as he ruts against you. His heavy thrusts punch the air from your lungs, and set your already dizzy head spinning further. “Want you drippin’ with me.” You sob and mewl as you come apart on his cock, your walls milking at him until his hips still. Lee holds you tightly against him, and you can feel each deep pulse as he spills into you with a long, low groan. He stays like that for a while, his cock lodged inside of you as his cum begins to trickle out around his shaft.

You know you’re a mess when he pulls away, licking his lips appreciatively. Lee tucks himself back into his pants with a sigh. You watch, your lip trembling as you try to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatens to fall.

The sound of applause makes you cringe, trying unsuccessfully to curl in on yourself as Lee chuckles, his gaze resting on someone behind the car, someone you can’t see.

“And here I thought she’d give you trouble,” Lloyd replies, ducking his head under the frame of the car’s back door. He grins at you lasciviously, and you squirm, trying to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your shirt.

“No trouble.” Lee answers, removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it over your body. He shoots you a crooked grin that sends ice straight into your veins.

“We got us an understandin’. Don’t we, Honey?”

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mightymizora · 3 months

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What popular/fandom take on Gale do you feel most out of step with? Where does your interpretation diverge?

I’m gonna make this non rebloggable, people can capture this if they want but under the cut! There’s a lot… and it’s mostly headcanon territory with a bit implied from canon.

I think he is an only child of a single mum. I mean this is about fifty fifty.

He grew up rich. He would call himself comfortable. Again this is fifty fifty I think.

Morena was emotionally a bit overbearing but also sometimes a little absent. He was a bit of a lonely child before Tara.

I think he came to the attention of Elminster way before Mystra. Possibly 15 years before. Mostly because of the Mystra timeline.

I think he was absolutely insufferable in his late teens and early twenties as he got enabled by people. I think he can be quite easily influenced by other people in social situations, and this was definitely more when he was younger.

I think he was popular as a young man, and could have had a lot of one night stands, but instead wanted things with a bit more intellectual connection. He’s had a handful of experiences with people he felt a connection with.

Elminster introduced Mystra to him thinking she would absorb his power. He brought a ton of potential chosen to her to complete her ascension until he found another solution. This would have been not long after Gale’s studies in his mid twenties.

When Gale met Mystra she still had a small spark of humanity (like how we see god!Gale in the epilogue actually!) and when that disappeared, Gale was trying to reach for it. That’s what led him to the weave.

But also, although he would never admit it, it was also pride. He wanted to be an equal in her eyes, even though that is impossible. He’s frustrated, unfulfilled by their relationship and he doesn’t know why.

He has chronic pain and that’s key to his character (again, mixed feelings in the fandom on this I feel?)

He would literally want to be with anybody if they were intellectually stimulating to him. Doesn’t mean they have to be academics but as long as they challenge him he would love it.

He would be very happy without kids and if he does become a father he would not be super good at it all the time! He’d have to learn how to be patient and would need to be supported!

I think his stamina with physical sex is terrible to start and I don’t think he’s as good at oral as he thinks. But he’s a good learner!

#that’s enough for now lmao

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celamoon · 5 months

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Shhhh while everyone’s asleep

Ayn kisses you like you’re the only thing in the world worth living for. He kisses you like his fingers kiss the keys of the piano while he performs, and he kisses you the same way people offer him roses for congratulations when he finishes another successful competition. He kisses you like you are the muse of his keys and the piece of his heart — like you are worth far more than any universe in the rest of the world.

Alkaid kisses you like you are the stars in the night sky and he is the moon. He holds you gently in his grasp, and he stares at your closed eyes the same way he stares at the night sky, eyes digging into your gentle skin with the same amount of fervor and passion that goes into his photographs, in a way where he tries to memorize every cell of your body with his eyes, just so that he may look back at you again and again when you are not there.

Clarence kisses you with tongue, love staining your lips red and bruising them with affection when he holds you. Clarence kisses like you are his only escape from everything that sits on his shoulders, and that the only solution to all his problems was to love you until you’ve consumed all of his mind and heart — until the sun burns out and the world is discovered, until the two of you return to the dust of the earth, Clarence will stain you with kisses the same way you stain his heart.

Cael kisses you leaned over, forcing your back into an arch as his hands press to your back and lower waist. He kisses you like he’s been starved of you for far too long while on his mission, and he kisses you like in every single universe he is set out to seek and destroy, you will be the only key to sealing him away — your lips pressed to his lips, Cael will find that only someone like you could ever fix a monster like him, and that even when he is soiling your lips with his, he could never find it in his heart to let go.

Lars kisses you like he has nothing to lose. He kisses you like he reads in the books, holding you to his chest, hands around your waist as he kisses you like the two of you have been destined in every single universe he’s read in his shoujos. He kisses like the two of you are soulmates in every universe, like the two of you are what they write about in the books, like the two of you are everything that anyone could want in a relationship — Lars kisses you like you are the lead to his story, the one he can’t live without.

#I’m not tagging shit this one’s relying on reblogs to get around #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lovebrush chronicles #ok NOW it’s bedtime #☾.blurbs

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tj-dragonblade · 4 months

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Academic Conference au? 👀

Ah, Academic Conference AU my beloved. It's actual title is An Examination of the Benefits of Inter-Departmental Fraternization (by Hob Gadling, PhD) but that's kind of a mouthful so the old label still sticks. I have mentioned this one a lot in various places; it started from the smut prompts 'bed sharing' and '"Then do it already"' and has spawned multiple chapters with a thin semblance of plot by this point. The first chapter is fully drafted but needs a little revision to accommodate details I decided on later. Second chapter is maybe half to two-thirds drafted, and there are outline-y notes and small chunks of chapters three and four. None of it will be posted until the whole thing is done, because I will not finish it otherwise. And also those evolving details I mentioned.

There have been bits and pieces of this scattered in several places over the months I've poked at it and I kind of lose track of what's been shared where BUT. Here is the opening section of the fic, which I don't think has been shared before - at least not in its entirety:

~ "He can share with me."

The grateful look on the poor harried hotel clerk's face is gratifying, but Hob didn't speak up just for her.

Dr. Dream Murphy arches an eyebrow over the chunky black rim of his glasses at Hob, mildly suprised. "Dr. Gadling," he greets, considerably less agitated than just a second before.

"If you're amenable, of course," Hob adds, speaking directly to his colleague now. "It's a single, so we'd still need a rollaway bed—if there's one available?" He glances to the clerk.

"There is," she confirms, fingers flying over her keyboard.

"Perfect. Well?" He turns to Dr. Murphy. "Better than trying to find a room elsewhere? I'll even take the rollaway; you can have the room bed."

Dr. Murphy inclines his head like some kind of old-school royalty. "Very well."

"Brilliant." Hob flashes a smile, directs it back to the clerk. "I'm in 607, Robert Gadling. You can merge his reservation with mine and get him a key, and just send up the extra bed—thanks!"

"Of course." She finishes entering the changes, programs a key card, hands it to Dr. Murphy. "Here you go sir, and again, I'm so sorry for the mix-up—"

"No matter. Thank you," he says, already turning away, and Hob flashes the poor girl one last grateful smile and hurries to follow.

Dr. Murphy says nothing until they are closed in the elevator together, and then he fixes Hob with the crystal blue eyes that have wandered in and out of Hob's daydreams all year. "I. Appreciate your intercession on my behalf, Dr. Gadling."

"Think nothing of it," Hob demurs, shrugging. He catches himself fiddling with his earlobe and drops his hand. "Not like it's her fault they overbooked and gave your room to someone else. Not your fault either. Glad to be passing by with a solution. But." He straightens up, flashes his most winning smile. "If we're going to be rooming together for the whole of this conference, please—call me Hob."

Dr. Murphy does that regal head-incline thing again; his gaze, when it lifts to Hob's, is considering. "Hob," he repeats, like tasting it, and the familiarity stirs a wispy tendril of warmth in Hob’s gut. "Then you must call me Dream."

WIP List

#askmemes #thank you anon!#TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: academic AU

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glasseffynity · 1 year

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INTELLECT TO INSOMNIA ft. SPENCER REID, READER

Warnings: Blow + handjob, overstimulation, praise, mentions of insomnia, Sub!Early Seasons!Spencer x Dom!Reader

Wc: 1,209

There are very few challenges that Spencer cannot overcome; An IQ of 187, coupled with an eidetic memory, leaves very few obstacles that cannot be toppled through intellect and logic. Yet, the BAU's resident genius has come up on his third day of less than 2 hours of sleep.

Perhaps the most frustrating part of his problem is that his intelligence becomes utterly useless; All the genius in the world won't prevent him from needing one of the most essential keys to survival: Sleep. At the end of the day, Spencer remains painstakingly human.

Perhaps that raw humanity is what has led him here to this hotel room, sitting at the edge of your bed, crumbling under your soft hands; Whether he chooses to act on them or not, Spencer will always have desires, desires that cannot be abided by his hands alone, desires that you are more than happy to oblige in.

A slight jerk of your hands along his length rips a whimper from his swollen lips, aching from his biting down on them in an attempt to prevent the other members of the team learning of your shared endeavors. When you delicately wrap your lips around his leaking tip, Spencer all but drools at the sight.

You've always been a blessing to him: Indulging in his ramblings and statistics that made the rest of the team's ears bleed, holding him close when the thunder and lightning became too much to bear on his own, loyally remaining at his side and witnessing the brightest and darkest depths of his soul. It should come as no surprise to him that you, in all of your kindness and compassion, would happily come up with a solution for his insomnia; It doesn't come as a surprise that you would help, Spencer just found himself in awe that you would go to such lengths for his sake.

And so he sits, in (not very) quiet appreciation of your soft touches and unabashed worship of him, digging his nails into the sheets as you take all of him down your throat, your nose brushing the neatly trimmed hairs at his base. Being taken in so completely, so wholly, has Spencer throwing his head back in ecstasy, unabashedly whimpering pleas of your name. His vision flashes white, and any possible statistic, any equation, any semblance of proof that his IQ was even in double digits, goes flying out the window as his seed spurts down your throat.

Weakly, as his vision refocuses, and you have yet to ease up around his girth, Spencer begins to panic. You glance up at him, innocently, and lift your lips off of him with a soft pop. The sight and sensation makes Spencer shiver. And when your soft lips are replaced with your even softer hands, Spencer becomes truly afraid.

"I-It's too m-much," he stutters out, eyes wide with panic, bottom lip trembling. You only hum in return, continuing your pace along his shaft. As much as he'd like to tell you to slow down, that it's starting to hurt, his body betrays him, broken whimpers and pants falling from his lips; Curse his pathetic humanity, making him fall victim to your touch like this.

"You can take it, Pretty Boy," You reply, your nonchalance thinly veiling a genuine desire to comfort him. "You're being so good for me, you can take a little more." Spencer's desire to please being as strong as it is will clearly lead to his downfall; Then again, beneath the pain resulting from the sensitivity of his previous orgasm laid a plethora of euphoria, waiting to be lured out once again by your ministrations. With a hesitant nod of his head, he sits back and allows you to continue your work.

With much less effort than either of you would have expected, Spencer once again finds himself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Any hesitation Spencer may have held on to slips away the moment you press a chaste kiss right on the tip of his aching dick.

There isn't a single word in his vast vocabulary that can even come close to describing how Spencer feels. This is more than an orgasm, more than just euphoria; It's something much, much bigger. In what might just be the clearest thought he's ever had in his 24 years of living, Spencer has an epiphany. An epiphany about you, an epiphany about your future together. He can see it all in the most crystal clear resolution: getting down on one knee, slipping a ring onto your finger; Him and you, a big house, 3 kids, a dog or cat maybe-

"Sweetheart, are you ok? " His plans for the future are interrupted by your hesitant questioning, staring at up at him with big eyes, lacking the confidence you'd put on display for him just moments prior. It occurs to Spencer just then that smiling like an idiot and staring off into space likely portrays his psyche in a way that's less than flattering.

Admittedly goofy smile still plastered on his face, Spencer softly eases your concerns. "I'm ok, thank you." Satisified with the crease in your brow relaxing and the deep breath you let out, Spencer becomes blatantly aware of just how tired he is.

Thankfully, between you two, you haven't forgotten what you hoped to achieve when you unbuttoned his pants. Standing up, ignoring the pain in your knees from how long you remained in one position, you grab a washcloth, gently wiping the evidence of your actions off of his stomach. Knowing his sweater vest, corduroy pants, and converse are less than preferable for sleeping in, you go to the other room, grabbing him a pair of pajamas out of his still-packed suitcase. What you find when you come back into the bedroom, however, is that Spencer pays no mind to his current attire, already conked out on the bed.

With a small smile, you remove his glasses off of his sleeping face, and cuddle yourself in against him.

The team isn't oblivious to the obvious change in Spencer's state the next morning.

"Looks like Pretty Boy finally got some sleep last night," Morgan jokes, nudging Spencer's shoulder as they drink their morning coffee. Elle, hearing the two conversating, comes over as well, taking a break from reading over files on the most recent victims of the team's current case.

"So, what'd you do to finally get some shut-eye?"' Elle questions. It's by no means an unreasonable question; He hadn't slept for 2 days prior to last night, and it would take something miraculous to finally get him to fall asleep. While he certainly finds you miraculous, your relationship has been a private matter, and Spencer would prefer to keep it that way. "I had some help from a friend," He responds with a small smile. The connotations this brings on would be undeniable if it wasn't Spencer. The team, assuming the 'friend' in question made him some tea or got him some form of supplements, move on with the case, leaving Spencer in peace.

Spencer isn't ashamed of you, but he thinks that for now, he'll keep you, and your wonderful methods of curing insomnia, a secret for now.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #sorry for the hiatus #I had really bad writer's block #but i'm back now

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year

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when I kissed the teacher 💋

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3338

A/N: fits into the touch tank ‘verse! All characters are consenting adults (and not to spoil it, but Hotch isn’t really a professor so it’s especially okay <3), Smut! Office sex. MDNI

Also I feel like I didn’t describe the sex position super well, so here’s a visual (link image is N S F W!, it’s drawn so it’s not pure porn but. It’s sexual)

Divider courtesy of @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

There’s a rush of excitement in your veins as you smooth your hands over your outfit, walking down the hallway to the onsite lecture theatre at Quantico. Dr. Hotchner is guest lecturing today, and you’ll be damned if he doesn’t notice you.

The bottom hem of your skirt sits well above your knees. You’re wearing your favourite blouse, holding some books in your arms, which are folded across your chest. Your tote holds a handful of pens and a notebook. The lipstick on your lips is your favourite shade. A diamond tennis bracelet adorns one of your wrists. In short, you feel like a million dollars, and you look like a billion.

You can tell that you’re late by the fact that the hallway leading up to the door is completely empty. When you walk in, and take a seat in the back row, your suspicion is confirmed. Professor Hotchner doesn’t look up at you, caught up in the concept he’s explaining. You take a minute to set up your notebook and take the cap off your pen. It’s one of the ones with a feathery doodad on top, and you can’t stifle a smile when you watch it bobbing in the air above the page as you write the date.

“So, based on those traits, we were able to determine that the unknown subject was disorganized, driven by passion, and prone to making mistakes. Each of those assumptions was correct, but which aspect of the wider profile was an error? Someone who isn’t familiar with the case, please.”

A tall young adult with blonde hair raised his hand, and Professor Hotchner called on him.

“The assumption that they must have been part of a wider criminal network?” He offered.

“Yes,” Professor Hotchner replied. “Can you tell me why that was a significant error we made?”

“Well, there wasn’t much evidence for that part of the profile, aside from the fact that there were a lot of crime scenes for a single individual.”

“And what is the lesson there? Someone else, please.”

Someone you couldn’t quite make out in the front row raised their hand, and the professor nodded in their direction.

“Don’t assume the worst?”

“Well,” Hotchner paused. “Sometimes it’s helpful to assume the worst, because it forces you to confront a minimal loss scenario, rather than a completely effective solution. Has anyone ever heard the expression ‘when you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras’?”

There was some scattered nodding throughout the room.

“Right. So in the field, statistics matter. For instance, the vast majority of arsonists are young males. Knowing that information can help you narrow down the suspect pool quickly, which is key when response time is important.”

He clicked over to the next slide, and you grimaced, seeing the gutted remains of what had once been a lecture hall.

“However,” Professor Hotchner said, taking a dramatic pause as the students considered the image. “It’s important that you don’t make a habit of ruling out zebras, because every now and again, you’ll see an unsub who doesn’t fit the stereotypical profile for their crime, method, location...”

Something pink caught his eye, and he glanced up at the back row, where he saw you, dutifully taking notes with a completely ridiculous pen. You looked up when you realized that the room had fallen silent, making eye contact with him. You gave him a dreamy wave, resting your chin on your hand.

He looked away quickly. “As I was saying...”

The rest of the lecture continued fairly successfully. At one point, the professor was stumped by a question from a student, who had asked how a profiler was supposed to know the difference between a horse and a zebra when the hoofbeats are all you have to go on. He’d paced the room for a minute or so, considering his response.

“I would say that it takes practice. The main takeaway is that you shouldn’t jump straight to zebra, but you shouldn’t rule it out either, until you have a strong reason to do so.” He looked at the student who’d asked the question, a small smile causing his lips to turn upward. “But I wouldn’t know. I’m not a biologist.”

Scattered laughter broke out in the auditorium, and he pulled back the sleeve of his suit jacket to check the time.

“Alright, I’m sure you all have places to be, but if there’s one piece of advice I would give you all, it’s that there are no perfect answers, which, honestly, makes lecturing on this topic a little difficult. You’ll make mistakes, no profile is ever flawless. But, most of all, remember that the profile doesn’t need to be perfect to work. A lot of the time, research, police work, autopsies, all come together, and it’s the details from those, combined with the profile, that enables us to limit harm.”

He cleared his throat and glanced up at you again, pressing his lips together tightly before looking somewhere else in the room.

“Thank you everybody, have a good weekend. I have a few minutes for questions-”

The end of his sentence was overtaken by the sound of students chatting, packing their bags, and clearing the aisles. You stayed put, watching a line form between his lectern and up the stairs, almost stretching to the back of the lecture hall.

You sighed lightly, waiting for the line to abate before you joined it. The other students were lucky that the professor was being so generous with his time. It had been half an hour, and the last three students were still waiting patiently for their turns. Most of the interactions had just been handshakes, futile attempts at networking. Even with the best intentions, he’d never remember their names, and besides, it would be unprofessional to give any of them a leg up. The BAU was a selective group, and for good reason. Very few of the students who had an interest in profiling would actually be good candidates for the unit.

At long last, the professor was finishing up with the last student. You made eye contact with Hotchner, shooting him a small smile before pushing the tip of your pointer finger between your lips, under the guise of soothing a papercut. You made sure to drag your finger out of your mouth torturously slowly, emphasizing the way your lips parted. He’d know exactly what you were getting at.

He cleared his throat and tore his eyes from yours. “I’m very sorry Patrick, but I really need to get back to work. Besides, I think you’ll be able to find most of the answers on the FBI website, if the hostage negotiation stream is something you’re interested in.”

Patrick stuttered, nodding and quickly leaving the room. Professor Hotchner had perhaps been a little curt, but you could tell he was tiring of the schmoozing from the look he shot you, eyebrows raised.

He said your last name affectionately. “Would you mind if we take this to my office? I think another class is scheduled in this room in a few minutes.”

“Of course,” You said, gesturing for him to go up the stairs before you.

“No, after you,” He insisted. You crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry, Professor, but I have a rule not to let men walk behind me.”

Your comment clearly flustered him, and he cleared his throat, a blush coming over his cheeks. He confined his eyeline tightly to the ground.

A few minutes later, you were seated in his office, the professor in his leather armchair and you sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Sorry there are no other seats,” He apologized, still struggling to make eye contact with you.

“It’s no problem,” You said sweetly, letting your legs swing.

“What did you want to talk about?” He finally looked up at you, his eyelashes framing his dark eyes beautifully.

“I was wondering if you could help me revise the notes from today? I missed the first few minutes and I hate leaving them incomplete,” You explained sheepishly.

You leaned all the way back on his desk, letting your back rest flat against it as you reached to the floor for your notebook. You heard him take a sharp exhale at the way he was suddenly in the right place to look directly up your skirt. He pressed his lips together tightly, looking away as you popped back up, spine upright again.

Opening the book to today’s page, you held the book open with one hand, propping it up on your lap, pointing to the notes you’d made. Sure enough, he walked you through each of the notes you’d taken, telling you where you’d missed a key point. As you did so, he pulled his chair in closer to the desk, one of his hands coming to your thigh, where he rested it casually. If you put the book down, he would have been face to face with your barely-covered pelvis, given how much your skirt was riding up.

You played with your hair for a moment, nodding as he explained the principle of minimal loss. In a breathy voice, you asked, “And that’s where the trickle, flow, gush strategy comes into play?”

He noticed your emphasis on those three words, and swallowed. “Well, yes. Sometimes the minimal loss principle is used outside of hostage situations, but trickle, flow, gush is only ever used in hostage scenarios.”

Undoing the top few buttons on your blouse, you leaned forward, emphasizing your breasts. “That’s so... interesting.”

His hand, the one on your thigh, started to move incrementally towards your hip, taking the skirt with it as he went. You set the notebook aside, finally, and waited for his reaction.

“Professor?”

“Yes?”

“Would you care for a practical experiment in profiling?”

He sighed and leaned back in his armchair, drinking in the sight of you on his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, blouse no longer modestly buttoned.

“We tend to make a rule of not profiling profilers,” He explained, but in all honesty, you were watching his hands slip from the arms of the chair to his lap, where he folded them over his crotch.

“One sentence, just tell me if I’m telling the truth,” You begged, spreading your legs slightly. He couldn’t help the way his jaw slackened as he realized what you were revealing. This whole time, his whole lecture... you had nothing underneath that tiny, tiny skirt.

Suddenly, he was standing over you, disrupting the height difference that had left you, for once, looking down at him. He placed the tip of his index finger on the beginning of the inside of your thigh, just by your knee.

“Go ahead,” He breathed, close enough that you could feel it on your neck. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss there, trailing down your neck at an excruciating pace. Once you were moaning softly, he started tracing his finger up the inside of your thigh. You had the distinct feeling that once his finger and mouth crossed paths, you might burst into flames. Such light, delicate touches that they were almost ticklish.

You grabbed his tie tightly in your fist, pulling it so he had no choice but to face you.

“I want you to fuck me, more than I want anything else in the world.”

From the immediate reddening of his face, you could tell he knew you meant every letter of what you’d said. It must have been almost intimidating to know that you were being completely earnest, almost frightening to be wanted so badly.

“So, Professor...” You sighed, before pulling him in by the tie and licking a stripe up his stubbled cheek, “True or false?“

“True,” He said, his baritone cutting right through you. It was his straightforward, factual tone. There was no room for argument or misinterpretation.

You let go of his tie and laid back on the desk, leaving your legs dangling over the edge, your hips at the perfect height, resting securely on the desk.

You heard the sound of a zipper being undone, and looked up to see him draping his blazer over the back of his chair. He was standing between your legs, taking you in like a painting at a gallery, cocking his head from side to side.

“You’re ethereal,” He said plainly.

“Fuck me then,” You replied.

It was bold, but you knew that after the lecture, and the way you’d been teasing each other in the office, you’d be able to take him. You were soaked, leaving your core dripping, feeling hypersensitive to the slight coldness of the room.

He pumped his hand up and down his cock, and on any other day, you’d be happy to watch him pleasuring himself: the pure masculinity of his huge hands fisting his length... But today, you needed it.

“Please,” You whimpered.

“Just putting on a condom,” He murmured quietly. In the hush that came over the room as you admired each other, you heard the wrapper landing in the plastic-lined bin under his desk.

He gave your hip a squeeze, and you nodded. He nodded back, and nudged your legs wider apart. There was already a delicious stretch in your inner thighs from how you had to open your hips to create space for his strong frame. Once he was satisfied with your position, he started to ease into you, guided with one of his hands.

Your breathing immediately became shallower, and you felt yourself clench tightly around the very very tip of him. He moved his hand away and guided your legs into the air, letting your ankles rest against the front of his shoulders. He gripped your thighs for leverage.

He pushed in further, and you moaned loudly. You both knew the office floor would be empty, so neither of you made any attempts to stay quiet.

“You’re so big,” You said, grinding your hips towards his and whining softly at how it pushed his length even further into you. He gave a short thrust, and it knocked the wind out of you.

He moaned your name softly and whispered, “I don’t think I can keep up the act. What do you need, baby?”

“Please just fuck me, don’t worry about taking it slow,” You breathed. “Please, just give it to me hard.”

He huffed a short laugh, breaking character temporarily to cup your cheek affectionately.

“I love you,” He said tenderly, his mouth setting into a firm line as he leaned into the second part of his sentence, “But I’m going to fuck you like I want to break you.”

And with that, he pressed the rest of the way inside, his mouth dropping into an ‘O’. His sigh was almost pornographic, and he looked up at the ceiling. You weren’t sure if he was praying or just trying to become accustomed to the feeling.

“You’re so tight,” He hissed. “Gonna fuck you open.”

True to his word, he set a brutal pace; slow but deep, slamming his hips into yours, pulling out halfway, slamming in again. It left your brain in a tailspin, with stars behind your eyes. He’d switch it up by pulling almost all the way out, leaving you begging and writhing, grinding your hips towards his, and then he’d push back in slowly, watching your reaction to every inch, your brows pinched, eyes screwing shut.

“Touch your breasts,” He said. “Wish I could, but I’m a little,” He breathed, fucking into you hard. “Preoccupied.”

With each thrust, shit was tumbling from the desk. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, the crashes to the floor only a small part of the soundtrack of his thrusts and your shared sounds. When his groans gave way to something more akin to whines, you knew he was getting close. The desk was scooting across the floor with the force of it all.

“Can you finish like this?”

You knew it was a question without judgement, so you weren’t ashamed to shake your head.

He stroked one of your legs affectionately. “I’m going to drop this one so I have some room to work,” He said under his breath.

You nodded, and he gently eased your leg down, making sure it was slow enough that you wouldn’t cramp or stretch too far in this strange position. With one of your legs in the air, and the other wrapped around his hip, he lowered his free hand to your labia. He pressed his cock almost all of the way into you, and traced his thumb around your stretched opening, making you aware of how much of him you were taking.

“So deep,” He groaned softly. “Feel how well you take me?”

He brought his thumb around to the top of your slit, tracing it in wide circles, gathering some of your wetness and using it to lubricate your clit as he made his circles narrower and faster.

“Like that?” He breathed.

“Up and down,” You whined breathily. “I’m so close, Aaron.”

He moved his thumb up and down, flicking your clit under his thumb. Your reaction was immediate, your legs shaking around him, held in place by his steadying hand on your upright leg.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” You chanted, eyes rolling back.

He moaned, the ragged sound getting caught in his throat. You heard your name echoed back to you in his deep baritone, and the sound, and his continued attention to your clit, sent you deeper into your orgasm. Whether this was still the first, or the second, you were unsure. Your legs shook against him, and he pressed kisses to your calf as he spilled himself into the condom, muffling the sound into your skin. You were starting to come down just as he came, so you watched as his face crumpled, almost as if he was about to cry. He panted heavily and opened his eyes, looking directly at you.

It was cliche, but you really felt that he was staring straight into your soul. His face broke out into a wide grin, and he eased out of you quickly, before you became too sensitive. With the utmost care, he helped you bring your other leg back down, rubbing your thigh gently to discourage any aches from setting in. His warm hands felt wonderful on your skin, and you moaned softly. Once your body felt like it was back on the right planet again, you grinned and he smiled right back at you, leaning down to press kisses all over your face.

“I love you,” He murmured.

You hummed affirmatively, running your hands over his back, still clothed in his button up and tie. “I love you too.”

He disappeared from your eyeline for a second, and when he helped you to your feet, you saw that he had laid out his suit jacket and pants on the floor of the office.

“It’s not a bed, but...” He blushed slightly, hand coming to the back of his neck. You kissed his cheek and lay down as he took off the condom and pulled on his briefs. He loosened his tie and lay down beside you. The ground was undeniably hard, but for now, the warmth of his clothing beneath you was enough. He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you so you were snug against his chest. Happy, you nuzzled into him, feeling his comforting natural scent fill your nose.

“If I doze off, you have to wake me up,” You craned your neck so you could look at his face. He gave you an affectionate squeeze, but he was already almost lost to the sandman. He hummed softly, his breath evening out.

You snuggled into him. You’d both wake up soon enough, since he was right, this wasn’t much of a bed, but for now, you couldn’t imagine doing anything other than resting your head back down on his chest and letting yourself be held, but more importantly than that, completely and utterly loved.

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