#distract you from work or fuck up your work.. when the work would chuck you out the first chance it got if it was better for business be fr
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realizing a lot of the people around me are fucked in the head when i got picked in a stupid game as the group's most irresponsible person because i fuck around at my job due to im not an idiot (dont let my job dictate my life) or a coward (am aware my livelihood is not tied so much to my current job which doesn't offer continuity beyond a 1 year contract as to my ability to sell my time due to my #marxist influences and also having lived a life on planet earth like before this moment and for a number of years so i wont go beyond what im getting paid at all ever) when i am 1 employed 2 independent 3 doing just fine. like oooh i get it. you guys think letting your job rule your life and not the other way around is responsible and not just sucking all meaning out of life. cause you're insane
#like to say this to someone with a 1 year contract with no possibility for renewal is crazy. you think i should work hard? for what exactly#im literally more of a nuisance to fire than i am being the world's most useless underpaid intern. so i can play hard#also girl who is going to be responsible for your happiness if you devote all your free time to making sure you dont do anything that could#distract you from work or fuck up your work.. when the work would chuck you out the first chance it got if it was better for business be fr#people when you say you're leftist: yay-> people when you actually believe the leftist stuff and it affects your everyday life: stop it lol#anyways never befriend the middle class worst mistake i ever made in my life#personal
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Some angst for your morning <3 Love a little fight scene.
wc: 700 (ish)
"You're trying to distract me."
You hummed and shook your head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
It was very obvious that you were, in fact, trying to distract Spencer from his work. But you couldn't help yourself!
He had been ordered to take the weekend off, Hotch crediting 'burnout' as his reasoning. Spencer did not take likely to this, since it made him feel as though he was slipping, he wasn't good enough for the team.
You, however, were thrilled by the fact that Spencer was forced to take a long weekend.
"Yes. You are."
"Well maybe if you actually took the time off like you were suposed to instead of ignoring me all fucking weekend then we wouldn't have to make me feel like shit for asking for attention from you for one minute." You muttered under your breath, chucking the pillow down where you had been sitting, moving towards the kitchen and away from the living room.
What Spencer had failed to consider was just how happy you were to have him home for a weekend. He failed to recognize the assurance that came with him telling you his definitive whereabouts for three days. He failed to notice the tension leave your shoulders, the smile that edged it way onto your face. Spencer was too busy internalizing what Hotch had said about working to much to realize, that you were hoping to spend this time with him.
Not just sitting in the same room as him as he barely slept and did the exact opposite of what Hotch told him to do.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Came your voice from the other room, causing Spencer to frown, because he knew what you said, and he knew that you knew what he said---he could start to see the burnout when he realized how quickly he would spiral in his thoughts.
"Shit."
Placing the book down on the coffee table, he followed where you had gone to, stopping in the door frame.
"What do you want Spencer." Tone flat.
"I-I...You were hoping for more time together this weekend."
You snorted and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. "Someone is finally back on their profiling game I see."
This caused Spencer's cheek to tinge red. He had failed to notice the basic signs of you being upset--Hotch was right. He did need time off.
"I'm sorry."
"That would mean more if it wasn't Monday night and you didn't have work tomorrow."
Spencer dragged a hand down his face. "I don't want to fight."
"I do." You said simply, looking at him expectantly. You were pissed, rightfully so. And up until now, you hadn't said anything. Admittedly, you should have said something to Spencer earlier. However, you were sure that Spencer wouldn't have actually given you his time or focus if you did.
"I--" He just looked at you. "I really don't know what to say to that."
"That's fine. You don't need to say anything. Maybe you should work on your listening skills instead."
"That's not--"
"Fair? I don't know, I think it is. Hotch told you to take the long weekend off to give your brain a break. And did you listen to him? No. I told you about plans I was hoping we would make for this weekend on Friday, that I know you didn't remember. And this whole weekend, you never actually listened to me, barely processing anything I said."
You took a breath, trying to calm yourself down in the moment, but not diminishing your thoughts, because you were right. And Spencer knew it to.
"What can I do to make it up to you."
You looked at him for a moment before shaking your head. "I really don't know Spence. I don't know." You brushed past him, headed towards the bedroom. It's not to say that you lost your fighting spirit, it's just that you were so severely let down by the man you loved that you didn't really know what to say anymore.
Spencer was unsure as to what to do. So he just stood there, watching as you walked away, not moving to stop you. Only flinching when the door to your shared bedroom slammed, and he was still on the other side of it.
#x reader#sorry guys#sad ending#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid angst#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid fluff#dr spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x self insert#Spencer reid x y/n angst#Dr Spencer reid x dr!reader#spencer reid x reader angst#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid#spencer reid masterlist#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfic#crimnal minds x reader#angst fanfic#Spencer Reid x reader death#x reader fanfiction#x reader angst#spencer reid x gn!reader#spencer reid x male reader
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No Nut November
Heartsteel! Ezreal x Fem! Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Fingering
Cross-posted from AO3
Is this still a thing? Lol. Me thinks Ez would be the type to do a challenge like this. Hint at the end for next collection in December ; )
''No Nut November' what a stupid thing' you thought to yourself, only to let out a soft whine at the feeling of Ezreal's thumb rubbing against your clit in slow circles. Your back was pressed up against his chest, his legs around you as you sat crossed-legged. Honestly, this challenge was so dumb. When you came over to visit Ez, you expected a good dicking, not a stupid explanation of why he can't.
"Hey! It's not dumb! There's a lot at stake! Plus it's beneficial to your health!" You wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. You had no idea what was betted, and you honestly didn't care enough to ask. But what you did know was that there were other participants in this household. And you didn't want to question any further. "Just because I can't doesn't mean you can't either…" The wiggle of Ez's eyebrows and grin at his suggestive comment pissed you off even more. So now, here you are. Panting at the feeling of Ezreal's fingers stuffed in your cunt while the other worked against your clit.
Your manicured nails bite into his toned arms as his fingers pumped in and out of your tight walls at a languid pace. "That's it baby..." Ezreal groaned into your ear. You let out another whine when his fingers started to scissor in and out of you. Your eyes drawn to watching his fingers play with your messy cunt. The feeling of his clothed hard-on pressing against your back was distracting and you bucked your hips backwards into him, grinding your ass against his bulge. He lets out a hiss in-between clenched teeth, "Hey now~ You gotta control yourself babe." He said while his fingers curled, teasing his finger tips against your walls. You let out a sob in response, "Ezreal! Please!"
You felt the vibrations of a deep chuck and he leaned close to your ear, nipping softly at it. "I can't say no to that adorable face. You're so cute like this baby." He then pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you let out a soft moan. Not giving you a chance to process his words his fingers start to pick up the pace, curving them upwards just right to hit the spot in you that makes you see stars.
"Ah! Right there Ez! Right there!" You cried out, hips bucking up into his hand. He let out a low chuckle and a moan, holding you down. "Shhh... Let me take care of you~" He cooed into your ear, continuing the fast pace of his fingers going in and out of your tightening core. Occasionally his fingers would hit that spot, teetering you closer and closer to the edge.
You turned your head to the side to look up at him, begging for release. He groaned at your pleading look, letting out a breathless "fuck" before swooping down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
So close, you were so close. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your walls sensually as he pumped in and out, the wet sounds of his fingers stuffing your core, and the feeling of his thumb swiping roughly against your clit; all these sensations combined helping to push you to your climax. You let out a wild cry when he pinched your clit between two fingers, the combination of pain and pleasure finally giving you release. He quickly shoved his tongue into your mouth, muffling your cries with an open mouth kiss as you came. You both groaned into the kiss as your walls spasmed around his fingers. Ezreal drawed out your orgasm with slowing pumps of his fingers, before you tugged at his hair at the oversensitivity.
He lets out a chuckle and gives you one last peck to your lips and finally pulls his fingers out of you, stretching them to see the strings of your arousal glistening on his fingers. You watch as he slowly brings them to your lips and without an ounce of hesitation you start to lap at his fingers. "Good girl..." He groaned, leaning into lap his glistening fingers with you. Your tongues dancing around his digits and caressing each other's. Both letting out a moan at the taste of yourself on his fingers and against your tongues.
Once he was satisfied with how clean his fingers were he moved his hand away to grab at the back of your head and give you a searing kiss. "Fuck babe, you're making this hard for me." He chuckled against your lips but quickly got up and headed to his in-suite bathroom, not giving you a chance to respond to him.
You let out an annoyed 'humph' and grabbed your phone to scroll through it mindlessly while Ezreal went into the bathroom to wash his hands (and most likely take some selfies). You typed 'No Nut November' in the search bar, a bit curious about this dumb challenge. The Wikipedia page gave you all the information you needed and you rolled your eyes at the description. Before a bold header caught your attention:
Destroy Dick December? Huh.
You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain your mischievous expression as you peeked over your phone to look at Ez, blissfully unaware of your schemes brewing up in your mind this coming December. This was gonna be fun.
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Pretty New Toy | Wanda Maximoff
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: non-con, dubcon, kidnapping
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: smut
Summary: Y/N and Natasha have their eyes on a new pretty little toy.
AN: I'm not very familiar with writing non-con, so I apologize in advance for that.
• Kinktober Masterlist •
“She’s pretty, Nat. I want her.” I pouted up at my girlfriend, watching as her eyes shifted from the girl we had been following to me.
“She’s more than pretty.” She said softly.
“She’s gorgeous.” I said, starstruck.
“Well,” she gave me a nudge. “Go work your magic.”
I nodded happily and almost skipped from where we had been stalking the beautiful brunette. She had dark makeup and dark clothes, but god, she looked innocent under all of that and I just wanted to have her.
“Excuse me, Miss?” I said as I approached her, curling up into myself to seem more like a helpless damsel in distress.
She turned around to face me, her emerald eyes softening at the pathetic look of me.
“Can you help me? I’m really lost and my phone is dead.” I pouted at her, fake tears filling my eyes.
“Of course I can.” She said with the most angelic voice I’d ever heard.
She smiled at me and looked down at the dead cellphone in my hands. Frowning, she stuffed her hand in her pocket and pulled out her own, with a very cute selfie of her as her lockscreen.
“Where are you headed? I can try to direct you. Or would you rather make a call?”
I thought for a moment before opting to use her phone. She handed it over to me and I quietly pretended to make a call, talking to my pretend friend on the other line.
“A few blocks down? Towards the downtown area? Hmm, okay. Bye.”
I pretended to hang up and handed it back to her.
“She said she’s only a few blocks away from here.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “Would you mind walking me there? I’m not used to being out in the city alone.”
“Of course, honey.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me against her. I tried to hide the fact that I was inhaling her scent as if she was the only air I breathed. “How far is it?”
“A few blocks in …” I acted as though I was figuring out where I was. “This direction, I think. I get so confused.”
“It’s okay. We’ll find it and your friend.”
We began to walk and I couldn’t help but smile. I was right about how sweet and innocent she was under all that makeup and tough exterior. It would be enjoyable seeing her come apart.
I knew Natasha would already be at our meeting place; a shithole abandoned warehouse that nobody cared about. It’s where we spent most of our time - drinking, smoking, fucking.
The woman made polite and pleasant conversation, and I nodded and commented at times when it was appropriate, but I was distracted by the throb between my legs in anticipation for what was to come.
The alley was dark and I huddled closer to her, keeping my scared, little mouse act up. She rubbed my shoulder, smiling down at me assuringly.
“Is this where your friend said they’d be?”
I nodded, looking around for Nat.
“She said she’d be here …”
Natasha came up behind us, cloth over the girls mouth and nose, and grabbed her tightly. She squealed in surprise, but was soon unconscious in Nat’s arms.
“That was a good show, Y/N. Real good.”
“Thank you.” I smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Let’s get our pretty new toy inside.”
I helped her carry the girl in, opening the door for them and fluffing up the pillow that Nat put her down on. I was a princess, I couldn’t do heavy lifting. I climbed over the sleeping woman, removing her phone and wallet from her pockets.
“Wanda Maximoff.” I read the identification in the wallet. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
Chucking the items on the ground, I went for her clothing, almost tearing the garments off of her to finally see what was underneath.
Oh, she was absolute perfection.
I placed my legs on either side of her, palming her soft breasts excitedly.
“She’s so cute.” I mused softly, her nipples hardening as I played with them.
“Stop fucking around and tie her up. If she wakes up we’re screwed.”
“Alright, alright.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the ropes we had at the bedside, grabbing her hands and tying them to the headboard.
“That’s my good girl.” Nat purred, stroking my hair as I tightened the binds.
I smiled up at her, biting my lip as I rolled my hips against the half naked girl, grinding down into her.
“Someone’s excited.”
“Very.” I said as my hands continued to venture down further down her body, slipping my hands up her thigh high skirt. “I can’t wait to be inside her.”
“Get her naked and tied down first. Then you can play.”
I giggled, tugging at her panties from under her skirt, pulling them down and discarding them. She was bare under her skirt now and I couldn’t help but graze my fingers over her mound, slipping them between her folds.
“Oh, fuck, Natty, she’s fucking wet already.”
“Must’ve been from you playing with her tits. Looks like we’re starting to learn what Miss Maximoff likes very quickly.”
I smiled brightly as I played with her throbbing clit, her legs twitching ever so slightly and her brow furrowing, her mouth slightly agape.
“Tie her legs down before you fuck her, Y/N.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“When she kicks you and gives you a bloody nose, I don’t wanna hear it.”
I huffed as I removed my hand, lifting her skirt up and sticking my head underneath it.
“She smells so good.” I was nearly drooling. “I’ll take the risk of getting my nose broken.”
I slid myself down her body and spread her legs, bringing my head down between them and licking a strip up her mound. Leisurely, I wriggled my tongue between her folds, dipping into her wetness and bringing it back into my waiting mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, muffled by her pussy. “Oh, god.”
I continued to lap at her, my eager tongue aiming to touch every inch of her delicious cunt.
“You keep making sounds like that, I’m gonna fuck you.”
I raised my head up and took a breath, looking over my shoulder at my girlfriend before wiggling my ass in her direction.
“Is that a threat?”
She was pressed against me before I could even register the fact that she had moved, her nails digging into my hips and the strap she was packing poking into my ass.
“It’s a promise.”
I moaned softly, grinding myself back against her. I was soaking wet and I could barely contain myself any longer.
“Please, fuck me, daddy.” I whimpered, pouting at her from over my shoulder.
With a grunt, she tugged my pants and panties down around my knees and undid the button on her own pants, slipping the cock out and pressing it into my heat.
“Shit.” I hissed, my head resting against Wanda’s stomach as Natasha slid herself inside me.
“Yeah, take it. That’s my good slut.” She grunted under her breath as she started pumping into me roughly.
I gripped Wanda’s thighs tighter as she fucked me, the other girl finally waking up.
“Wha …?” She questioned softly as she came to, watching as I got fucked on top of her.
“Look who’s up.” Nat said, fucking me harder with each word.
I moaned mindlessly, lifting Wanda’s skirt once again and letting my head drop down between her legs, my lips finding her clit and latching onto it, sucking with fervor.
She cried out, realizing what was happening, and started to flail her legs. I held tight like I was riding a bull. She pulled on her restraints, but I tied them tightly, an expert on the perfect knot by now, and she opened her mouth to scream.
“No one can hear you, Wanda.” Nat told her playfully.
Her screams turned into moans, my mouth clearly satisfying her in a way she didn’t expect.
“S-stop!” She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes.
“Your mouth is saying ‘stop’ but your body's saying ‘yes’.” Nat smirked, looking down at Wanda’s perky breasts, her rosy buds hard with arousal.
“No!” She moaned, throwing her head back and attempting to squeeze my head between her thighs. She was close.
I hummed against her, sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit. She let out a scream before her whole body went slack and she lay panting, Natasha still pounding into me as I reached my own release. Her hand slipped between my legs and eager fingers circled my aching clit.
I came all over Nat’s cock, my face buried in Wanda’s dripping pussy.
She was crying, shaking her head back and forth as my tongue slid between her folds, entering her heat and fucking her gently, sensually, almost lovingly. I wanted her to want it.
Her chest heaved, her breathing ragged as I felt her clench around me, the reaction bringing a smile to my face.
Nat pulled out of me, satisfied with my performance and walked around to the head of the bed, climbing on top of Wanda and positioning herself at her face.
“I want you to clean my cock like a good girl, Wanda.”
She cried and shook her head, a moan slipping past her lips as I sucked softly on her clit. Nat took that opportunity to slip her cock in her mouth, thrusting in and out slowly. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her along the shaft, and Wanda took it to the hilt.
“She’s good at this. She’s a very good girl.”
“Daddy, she’s gonna cum again.” I said from between her legs, lifting my head up to watch Nat fuck the other girls face. “Can I make her cum? Please?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart. We want Wanda to feel good.”
Wanda cried around Nat’s cock, but her eyes closed as she took it, her lips circling around it and her tongue jutting out to lick the underside.
“Yeah, look at her. Such a good girl.” She loosened her grip on her hair, running her fingers through it instead of pulling on it.
I returned to my place between her thighs, gripping them tightly as I worked on bringing her to release once more.
She made ungodly sounds around the cock, pulling on her binds, head bobbing as she came again.
I could hear Nat laughing sadistically as the girl shuddered beneath us, sucking her off and enjoying every second of it.
“Wanda’s a good little slut for daddy, isn’t she?”
She lay panting, her eyes defiant as the cock sat still on her tongue, still in her mouth.
“You like sucking my cock?” Wanda’s eyes, glazed over with arousal and tears, met Nat’s, and she nodded ever so slightly. “That’s what I thought. She’s a good girl.”
“I’m a good girl too, right, daddy?”
I looked up at her, licking my lips as Wanda’s arousal dripped down my chin. Nat turned to look at me, her eyes soft and a smile on her face.
“Of course, detka. You’re the best girl.”
I smiled, sitting up between Wanda’s legs and holding them apart, admiring the mess she had made of herself.
“She’s so pretty. And the sounds she makes are so hot.”
“Hm, yes I know.”
Nat gave Wanda one more pump before pulling out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her pink, abused lips. She got off of her and sat in a nearby chair, shrugging her pants off and touching herself as she watched us.
“How’d my cum taste?” I asked playfully. Her eyes were aflame with unwanted arousal and fury.
“Fuck you.” She spat.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice.” I pouted, looking from the girl in front of me to Nat who was leisurely pleasuring herself.
I got off the bed, stripping out of my clothes and standing naked before her.
“After I made you cum and everything.”
“You made her cum twice.” Natasha breathed, a chuckle in her voice.
“Twice.” I repeated, climbing back on the bed and hovering over Wanda. “You should be thanking me.”
She pursed her lips, her look of defiance not wavering, as I bent my head down and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a squeak of surprise and stayed still, but relaxed and opened her mouth for me to let my tongue in. She finally kissed me back, slowly, carefully, and I pulled away from her, smiling down at her trembling form.
“See? I’m not that bad. I can make you feel good again. As long as you keep being a good girl.”
She swallowed roughly and nodded, and I took that as a sign to grab her leg and position myself between them, wrapping it around my hip so I could easily press my pussy against hers.
She gasped softly, her eyes closing and brow furrowing as I rocked my hips against her own.
“You’re so fucking wet … hot …” I murmured as I fucked her, losing myself in the feel of her.
“Yeah, fuck her harder.” Nat said as she fucked herself, her own chest heaving as she got closer to release.
“Yes, daddy.” I cried, thrusting against her, gripping her leg tighter.
“Fuck.” Wanda whimpered, tears spilling from her eyes and drool dripping down her chin as I rubbed my clit against hers.
I could almost feel her throbbing as I rutted up against her, my breath getting caught in my throat at the feel of her heat.
“Cum for me, Wanda. Cum again for me.” I mewled, feeling my own orgasm approaching.
She let out a shuddering cry and I felt a gush of wetness between us as she came. I bit my lip and dug my nails into her leg as I thrust up against her frantically, chasing my own release.
I heard Nat grunting softly as she fucked herself, her fingers deep in her pussy as she watched us, her pretty toys, fucking each other, seemingly, for her pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, biting her lip and rocking against her fingers, her other hand joining and rubbing tight circles on her clit. “I’m cumming.”
I turned to look at her, watching as the beautiful redhead came all over herself. She was art. I returned my attention to Wanda, who was a complete mess at this point - but also, a beautiful piece of art.
“Can you give me another?”
She shook her head and I gave her a sympathetic smile, but shook my head right back at her.
“That’s not the answer I was looking for, Miss Maximoff.”
“Please,” she begged softly, and I waited to hear what she was begging so pathetically for. “Please.”
“Please, what, Wanda?” I figured she would beg for mercy, or to be let go.
She stared at me for a moment then swallowed roughly, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Touch me.”
Her voice was small, broken, and I smiled at the sound. We had won.
“That’s my good girl.”
•
@mathxa, @poison-blackheart
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gosh darn it tumblr. 😭 my original ask had a request for daniel x female reader where they're at daniel's place doing homework & the reader gets distracted by how attractive he is (aka horny) and one thing leads to another and they end up fucking and that homework gets shoved off the bed so fast
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“Uhhhh I hate this! How are you so good at this stuff when I just straight up suck at it!”
“It’s because I actually pay attention and take notes, not sleep all class. Like someone in this room.”
Reader huffed as she rolled onto her side on Daniel's bed. She fanned out on his bed and groaned into the mattress in annoyance. Her brain hurt just from the thought of another math problem. Daniel was way better at this stuff then she was and she wished he would suck it up and let her copy off of him.
But no he had to “help her” by trying to tutor her. It did little to help her at this point.
Daniel just smirked and rolled his eyes at her before looking back at the worksheet. His eyes scanning over his own work, not even bothering to look at the mess of Reader’s. It looked like it could rip at any minute from how much she had erased over the thin paper. He almost grimced at it.
Reader turned back over and looked at him. Her hand resting under her head as she laid on her side and just studied him.
She had only known the boy for a year and only dated him a few months now.
Up close she could see why some of the girls at school thought he was so attractive. She felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she was lucky to have caught his eye. For him to dating her. But that was nothing in her mind.
Daniel was attractive by all things holy. He might be slightly smaller and more scrawny then most boys, he wasn't beefy or have washboard abs. But it was attractive none the least. His face was a big winner for most girls including herself.
Big brown eyes that always had a glint of mischief in them. Tan skin that was only darkening the longer he stayed in the california sun. The almost invisible dust of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Not to mention his cute nose that fit his other features perfectly.
Kissable plump lips that he was always darting his tongue out to wet.
Reader couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together to try and get some friction. Her pussy was already starting to get damp just from just thinking about him. Her eyes glazed over just a little as she watched him work on his own homework. The way his jaw locked a little when he was thinking or the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was already starting to get annoyed with his own work and he watched as his jaw started to lock up.
She slowly moved a hand over his bed sheets, her fingers ran up is arm and finally over his cheeks. He didn’t seem to interested or he just didn’t notice.
That was until her fingers ran though his thick hair and her hand grabbed a big chuck, giving it a hard tug at the roots. He grunted and his eyes sprang up to look her way. He puffed out a cheek before huffing, she just gave him a innocent smile.
“Soooo you said your mom was going to be working late today? Taking a double shift?”
He raised a brow before slowly nodding. A smirk coming over his lips as he started to get what she was hinting at.
Not even five minutes later the two where naked on his bed.
Reader giggled as she pushed him down and straddled his waist. She grinned as she started to stroke his already hard dick. He hissed as she played with him, her fingers playing along his shaft and her finger tip running over his slit.
She let go of him only to run herself against him. She was already slick as she rubbed her folds over him. His dick pushing though her soft spongy folds. They both moaned out at the feeling, the tip of his dick digging into her clit with every movement.
“Babe shit, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”
“We don’t want that do we, not till your inside me that is.”
She laughed as she lifted herself up a little bit. Her had reached around to stroke him once more before helping to line him up with her pussy. His tip brushed her entrance before pushing fully into her wet heat. Slowly she let herself slid down his dick until he bottomed out. His bass pressed against her ass just right. They both moaned and groaned at the new feeling.
Reader panted as she let him settle inside her tight cunt. She felt so full with him inside of her, and he was so deep. Her head was in the clouds as she started to move on top of him.
Daniel grunted as she moved on top of him, her hands on his chest as she used him for leverage to move herself up and down on him. She was bouncing on his dick like not other and all he could do was try to help push and pull her down. He moaned out as he buried his face into her fat tits. Almost smothering himself in her soft tits as she moved around, her hips circling on top of him. He could feel how wet she was as she spilled all over him.
His eyes rolled back for a split second pushed himself deeper into her breasts. All he could hear was her heavy breathing and moans. The way her voice rumbled in her chest. He could hear the way her heart pounded. He groaned as she felt himself slowly start to let go. The coil in his belly was tight and about to snap, his dick felt like it was going to break off at this rate. The way she moved made his head spin.
His fingers dig into the rolls of his belly as he try’s to find some kind of purchase of leverage. Her bouncing only growing more violent by the minute. He could feel his balls throb. He was so close just a little more and he would be over the edge.
He felt her grind down and her pussy clench around him. Her tight channel fluttered and she squealed out before jerking around. It took him a moment to realize what even happened.
She just squirted on his dick.
That was all it took for him to go over the edge cum. His ball drew up as he unloaded a fat load of hot cum into her tight cunt. It quickly spilled out along his shaft with her fluid’s. Her own juices painted his thighs and pelvis. It was wet and sticky as they both lay together. Her weight was like a heavy blanket on top of him and he couldn’t help but snuggle more into her. His head resting against her pillow like tits. He sighed.
She panted over him before setting back into a normal rhythm. She hummed as her gummy walls flutter around him once again. His dick slowly softened but twitched inside her.
“Remind me to take these sheets down to the laundry later, at least before my mom gets home.”
“Ummm will do baby will do….”
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KEEP QUIET, YOUR MOM IS ON THE PHONE.
getō suguru, your step-dad fingering you while on a phone call with your mother <3
cw. stepcest, squirting, slight overstimulation, cheating, usage of pet names, fluff in the end, short n’ sweet.
your legs were spread apart, one of getō’s hands resting on your left thigh as his other hand was in-between your legs, his fingers deep inside your sopping cunt.
you were letting out low mewls and moans of your step-father’s name, he was moving his finger slowly but the feeling of his thick fingers inside you already felt good enough, though you were craving for more.
“p-please...this isn’t enough..” you pleaded, getō chucked in response, he brushed your cheeks with his hands, his expression slightly softening “nu-uh, you have to beg more for it baby” and you let out a sob in reply.
Suddenly your dad’s phone rang, he looked at the caller id and it was your mother. Getō motioned you to stay quiet to take the phone call, he placed his phone on his shoulder before resuming his actions. He curled his fingers upwards, before he added a second finger while engaging in a conversation with your mother on the phone.
his fingers reached deep, much deeper than your own fingers could ever reach, and were rough with callouses. He moved them with the same precision and finesse curling them up in such a way that they pressed firm against your sweet spot every time.
you bit your lip hard to stifle your noises as waves of pleasure surged through your body, scared that your mother might hear your moans from the other side.
“mhm, she’s been doing real good lately, isn’t that right y/n?” and a sudden wave of panic brushed past you when getō handed you his phone, slowly fastening his thrusts and you were now struggling to keep your voice in.
“y/n?” you heard your mother say from the other line, your whole body was shaking, trying to reply but low whimpers kept leaving you instead, “y/n?”
your mother sounded concerned which made you feel slightly bad until getō started thrusting his fingers at a rapid speed, that your mind went foggy and now you couldn’t utter a single word.
“oh shit, sorry sweetheart, y/n’s kinda busy right now, but i promise you she’s doing alright, how is work though?” you would think getō was doing this to tease you a bit more which was true but he was also trying to distract your mother from the lewd sounds your cunt was making, squelching wet sounds of your dad’s fingers fucking your cunt.
you arched your back and your mouth hanged open, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue rolled out. Getō seemed to not be giving you any mind as his whole attention seemed fixated on your pussy.
“ah? you’re going to be here in about five minutes?” and right after saying that, your dad started thrusting his fingers rapidly, your orgasm getting closer and closer.
Getō started rubbing your clit, slightly pinching it to add to the mixture of pleasure you’ve been receiving. Your legs started quivering and you were now letting out loud, uncontrollable moans.
Your walls spasmed around suguru’s digits, your eyes because teary before a rush of clear liquid started covering suguru’s fingers, some of it slightly staining his face.
Getō stared at you in shock, his chin dripping with your juices. That wasn’t cum that’s for sure, getō smirked before he went back to moving his fingers, plunging them deep into you.
You let out small whimpers of overstimulation, “d-daddy...’s too much!” getō chuckled in reply, his movements slow but you could already feel yourself approaching your climax.
“aw, can my sweet daughter not take anymore?” a whimper left you in reply, you started clinging into suguru, letting out shameless, loud moans.
his fingers kept pressing against your sweet spots and your legs started shaking once again, your mind fuzzy, you tightened your grip on your father’s shirt before spasming around his fingers and letting out white, slimy liquid.
Getō let’s out a soft laugh, before he bent down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. He took out his fingers which were covered with your juices and shoved them into your mouth, “suck ’em, baby” you started lazily sucking on your father’s fingers, tasting yourself.
suguru’s fingers slipped out of your mouth, he brought his thumb and started sliding them on your lips, “go rest sweetheart, i’ll clean all this up” he once again planted another kiss on your lips, before helping you get up from your place.
suguru carried you bridal style and placed you on your bed, slowly.
“shit, your mom will be here any second now, i better hurry up” once suguru was about to leave you pulled him by his shirt which straddled him and made him slightly trip, you pulled suguru and kissed his cheeks, to embarrassed to kiss him on the lips.
“aw, do you like me that much?” suguru teased, which made you shy away and slightly nod your head, “well, i like you too” suguru kissed your nose and grinned, “i better hurry up now” you nodded your head once again, before watching your father walk away with lots of emotions bottled up inside you.
love? guilt? maybe even both?
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| Not Yet |part two
An Anakin Skvwalker X FemReader Oneshot
18+ MNDI
Warnings: Eventual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, oral, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, CNC, dacryphilia, name calling, choking, maybe more?? Idk
Aggression, anger, biting, pinching,
Info: Unburned Anakin, Darth Vader Anakin - No Mask, Established Relationship, Anakin is broody but but he adores you, He destroys something of yours and he’s not sorry.
Personal Headcanon that I let leak into this fic very slightly: Anakin is gross. He is so nasty during sex and I love it. Makes me absolutely feral.
Anakin POV
She’d come to find me, I could hear her in the hall just outside my office. She knew me well enough to realize I’d bury myself in work to avoid confrontation with her.
Just as I thought I’d be met with an angry fist rattling the metal door, I heard her walk away. I reached out through the Force, just to feel her, make sure she was okay.
Guilt, she felt guilty. Because of me.
I signed, letting my head drop onto my desk and turning to look at that stupid fucking mask. Taunting me with its unforgiving hollow eyes.
Was it really worth it? The power, the fortune? Is it worth it if this is what becomes of me?
What if one day I put on that helmet, and it stays on even after I take it off? Is it even a facade anymore?
No. I’m still me. The Great Lord Vader, would never sit at his desk twirling a pencil in the air as a distraction from the tears streaking his face. I’m still human.
I am. I’m still human, humans make mistakes.
I stepped into the living room, ears on high alert. It’s 2:00 am and if I woke her up now she’d be even more angry at me.
I folded my outer robe and sat my helmet on the couch. Running my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles in my pajama shirt from the heavy fabric that had crumpled it.
Not that I cared, I was just wasting time. Trying to brace myself for the potential of the nearest object to her being chucked in my direction. I’ve seen her angry, but never like this. This was a different kind of angry, it was hurt and sadness disguised as anger.
I couldn’t feel her waking presence, so she must’ve been sleeping. It felt like I’d been knocked down a few notches when I realized she’d fallen asleep alone. In all three years we’ve been Lord Vader and his Empress, I’d never been late enough to miss a goodnight kiss.
I walked cautiously to the bedroom, standing in the door way and watching her gentle breathing. She always looked so serene like this, unblemished, unburdened, pure bright light against the blackness.
I ground my knuckles into my eyes until I saw spotted colors, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. A few stray tears had made their appearance again at the sight of her lying there alone.
I contemplated sleeping on the couch. Maybe she didn’t want me to join her, she always waited up for me.
‘No. She was upset, she was just tired.’ I told myself as I walked around to my side of the bed, but I was quickly proved wrong.
Is that?
That fucking bitch.
Her pink vibrator was laying on my pillow. She’d fucked my pussy without my permission.
How did she even find that?
It stayed put away, for this exact reason. She knew the rules, she knows I’m the only one who can use that on her. Yet here she is, blatantly disobeying me, flaunting it. She purposefully left it on my pillow.
No worries. I can make sure this never happens again. My hand shot out to grab the vibrator as it flew through the air, upon impact with my palm I closed my fingers around it until I heard it snap.
The shards of plastic and torn silicone felt to the floor and scattered in pieces. It must’ve been loud enough to startle her because she shifted her body and I stood as still as possible. Despite what I’d just done, I didn’t want to wake her.
My eyes locked on her leg as it moved and flopped to the side limply. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but as I double checked my mouth watered.
She’d fallen asleep without putting her panties back on. Her pussy still coated in her arousal, the soft starlight shining through the window cast an ethereal glow on her lower half. As if the gods themselves were encouraging me to have a taste.
| flash back |
Panting I picked up the pace and changed angles ever so slightly. “All you can do is drool for me?”
Once again, no answer.
“Say my name,” I laughed at her loudly watching her struggle “I’ll stop right now princess. You know I will.”
I slowed my movements before she finally spoke, “No! No pl-please don’t stop.”
“Let everyone know who’s pussy this is hmm?” I teased her collarbone with my tongue, nipping at the thin skin.
“Yours. Anakin it’s yours.”
“Fucking right it’s mine. You know what I do with what’s mine?” I growled lowly flicking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.
“Y-you take it wh-when you want, whenever you wa-want.” She barely managed to choke out the words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Whenever I want. You’d let me fuck you awake huh? Get this pretty pussy dripping before you even know what’s happening.” The mental image flashing in my mind was nothing less than unholy.
“Fu-huck, baby you want that? Pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” I groaned, resting my forehead on hers.
She nodded, trying to pull me closer for a kiss but I stopped her.
“You want that? Want me to fill you up while you’re out cold? Say it. I need to hear you say it!” My tone was demanding, now that the thought had crossed my mind I desperately wanted confirmation that she’d be okay with it.
Her hot breath ghosted my lips and I leaned in, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently. A strangled whine of ‘oh god yes’ rolled out of her straight into my mouth and damn me to hell if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
| end flashback |
I shook the memory away, clearing my head to truly weigh my options here. Go to bed, or take what’s been offered to me?
My dick made the choice for me, it’s hardness becoming uncomfortable to the point that I was stripping my clothes before I even realized I was doing it.
I tip-toed to the bed, carefully assessing just how deep in sleep she was. Feather light touches along her calves turned into lips on her thighs. Tongue gliding along the smooth flesh on her inner thigh, I stopped where her leg and pussy meet, pressing my nose into the crease and inhaling deeply.
Her scent had me salivating, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have a taste.
I laid my tongue flat against her folds, gathering up as much of her slick as possible just to swallow it all down with a satisfied smile… she didn’t even flinch. I delved back between her folds lapping at every centimeter I could. Leaving no place untouched, no part of her neglected by my tongue’s caress.
Getting alittle braver at her lack of response I pushed my luck. Pressing my nose against her sensitive clit, already beginning to swell from my touch. My tongue slithering into her entrance, I couldn’t help but groan as the warm wetness dripped down my chin.
Her hips moved suddenly and I found myself holding my breath, fully expecting her to jump up and smack me, but she didn’t. I waited a moment, watching carefully before returning to the task at hand.
The moment my lips suctioned on her perfect little clit she moved again, no… not just moving.
She was trying to fuck my mouth. God she’s perfect. Even in her sleep she’s desperate for me.
I decided to go a bit further, slipping one finger between her folds followed soon after by a second. She was so wet that it hardly took any effort at all to finger fuck her, my finger tips hooked and dragging against the spongy spot inside her.
A whimper escaped her lips and I just had to have her back in my mouth. I pinched the top of her clit, pulling it up gently to roll it between my fingers while flicking my tongue across it. Alternating with gentle suckling until she ground her hips against me.
Her walls clamped down on my fingers and I knew she was close, I sped up my fingers, applying pressure as I massaged her hole. Keeping her clit between my fingers and at the mercy of my relentless tongue.
Before I had time to react, my face and hands were dripping, my mouth coated in her juices.
Did she just?
“Oh fuck.” My cock jumped when I realized what happened, she’d squirted, all over me, all over the sheets. It left a gorgeous little puddle on the bed beneath her.
No drop went to waste, I cleaned my chin with my tongue, savoring it. My cock rocking into my slick fist while I slipped my middle finger past her lips, she deserved to taste some of that hard work didn’t she?
What was left on my hands I licked from my palms and sucked each finger clean, running my hands over my chest and stomach for good measure.
I lined up with her, my cock barely brushing against her folds already had me weak in the knees. I could’ve unloaded into her the moment my head was enveloped by her soaked pussy. The squelch as I pushed deeper into her was obscene, disgustingly delicious.
As slowly as I could bear I finally sheathed myself within her, her eyes fluttered open momentarily before shutting again so I completely stilled all my movements. My cock practically grew a mind of its own, as hard as I tried to stay still my hips rocked into her anyway.
She moaned, a full, throaty moan when she jerked under the stimulation of my tongue sliding along the underside of her jaw. My cock twitched and I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly, stopping my movements again as that familiar white hot feeling tried to envelop me much to early.
“N-no. No. Not yet.” I whimpered, close to tears as I tried to hold it in. “Not yet. Not yet.”
“God fuckin’ damnit!” I slammed my fist into the wall, not caring when the noise made her jolt, I was too busy pumping her full of my cum. The sticky substance dripping out, I watched closely where our bodies met, mesmerized by the sight of it.
“Shh-shit fuck.” I groaned, my dick throbbing painfully, every second I was fully sheathed in her like this was as if I stood on the property line of heaven and hell. Giving myself as much time to recover as I could stand too.
I couldn’t keep torturing myself like this, so I gave up on being gentle enough to keep her asleep. I sped up every so often, trying not to startle her to much when she began to wake up.
I concentrated on sloppy kisses across her shoulder, caressing those perfectly perky nipples to draw out an angelic whimper from her plump lips.
Fuck. Those lips.
Passionately I let my tongue graze her bottom lip, nipping it between my teeth. Her eyes fluttered again as she subconsciously tried to kiss me back. I must’ve moaned too loud or gripped her waist too tightly because her eyebrows furrowed and she sleepily opened her eyes.
“W-what’s? You’re back?” She managed to get those few words out as her lips were still trapped under mine.
“Mhm, I’m back princess.” I let one hand come up to cradle the back of her neck, tipping her head back for easier access to the tenderness of her throat.
“Why- what’s are you d-doin’ Ani?” She moaned, still not fully awake, so I thrust a bit harder and watched as realization washed over her face.
“Shh shh baby it’s okay. Jus’ taking care of you.” I guided my other arm beneath her waist to pull her into me.
“Wanted t-to say sorry. To make it up to you,” her cunt clenched tightly at my words, “fuck baby you can’t be doing that, don’t wanna cum.”
She slowly returned to the land of the living, her moans growing louder with each slap of my balls against her ass.
“Hear that baby? You made a mess for me.” My voice deep and gravely in her ear, the nasty *shlick* of each thrust being audible made it hard to keep focus.
“Did? I did?” She questioned.
“God yes baby, fucking drowned me, you tasted so sweet.” I began to ramble off nonsense to her, my brain getting fuzzy.
“Ah- huh… Anakin” her words cut short, whatever she was saying got swept away as her orgasm stole her breath.
Her chest heaving, tits bouncing as I pounded into her. Eyes becoming unfocused as her pupils dilated and her legs wrapped around me shakily.
“Fucking squeezing me so tight.” If I clenched my teeth together any harder I might break a tooth.
I slid my arm from under her feeling the hills and valleys of her curves on its way to her tender neck. Giving a gentle squeeze on either side of her throat, just hard enough to make her vision go blurry.
“Ani- please.” Her mouth hung open wide, eyes looking up through her lashes at me.
“What is it princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” I lifted my other hand and gripped the head board firmly to leverage myself as I change pace to relentlessly pound into her.
“Need more.” She whined, digging her fingers into my biceps as she held on.
She yelped at the sudden change and her cunt fluttered around my cock, my thrusts faltering slightly as I felt myself get closer. I watched her eyes roll back, enjoying the way her face twitched as I rubbed harsh circles into her clit via the Force.
“You forgive me baby?” Innocent enough that she wouldn’t question my motives.
“O’course.” She groaned beneath me as a tightened my grip on her neck.
“Good.” I growled, “now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this.”
“Huh?” She was confused and I laughed at her contorted face.
“Huh? What do you mean huh?” I moved my hand from her throat to grip her chin and force her to look at me.
“You fucked this pussy without asking didn’t you?” There was no answer, just a look of lustful fear in her eyes.
“Was it better than this? Could that fucking piece of plastic make you feel like this?” I shook her chin, digging in my fingers.
“N-no it was-wasn’t even close.” She stuttered looking to her right, expecting to see the pink vibrator.
“Shhh it’s okay baby. I made sure you’ll never have to worry about that piece of shit again.”
Her eyebrows knitted together looking at me confused. So I decided to do something alittle creative.
“Wanna see?” I asked, condescending tone sneaking into my words. I didn’t wait for an answer, I just reached behind myself and called the broken pieces to hover above her face.
“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel like this huh? Make you cum on their face in their fucking sleep?” I shook her chin again, leaning back slightly to change the angle of my thrusts.
“So cock-drunk you can’t talk?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed around me.
“Oh… gods.” She tried to speak but that’s all she got out.
“Fucking answer me!” I shouted, sending the plastic shards straight into the wall where they stuck in the metal.
“An-Anakin m’ so sorry.” She sniffled under the intensity of everything I was doing.
“Look at you, pathetic.” I laughed at her tears as she tried to wipe them away.
“No. No leave them. Wanna see how sorry you are princess.”
I drew back my hand as she tilted her head back to moan loudly, taking the opportunity to slap the shit out of her just to hear her squeal.
“Je-Jesus. You liked that?” Her body shook and I felt a new gush of slick coat my cock.
She nodded fervently, eyes begging for more. So I gripped her throat at the base squeezing tightly and watching her eyes cross as I pinched her clit with the Force.
My hand drew back… and I suddenly had a wicked idea. Bringing my palm to my opposite shoulder preparing to give her the hardest back handed smack she’ll ever receive. As soon as my knuckles made contact with her cheek she produced a noise I’d never heard her make before, an animalistic groan that shot electricity straight to my dick.
“G-god damn.” I watched her body convulse under my touch, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, she came with a loud shriek that forced me to cover her mouth quickly.
“Y-you… oh fuck.” My teeth clicked together as I felt my resolve slipping. “Look at those pretty tears. Crying for me while you take my cock so well.”
I leaned down to lick the salty tears from her face, paying extra attention to her red hot cheek, soothing it with sloppy open mouthed kisses.
“God this cunt, this perfect little cunt.” My hips grinding against hers as I let the dam break feeling my cock twitch deep inside her. Babbling incoherent nonsense into her shoulder as I shuddered against her.
“Fuckin’ dream about it, god I’d fucking live in it if you’d let me.”
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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟜-
parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader
summary - wednesday asks for you to educate her on the wonders of the female body *wink wink*
warnings - oral (r giving), mention of fingering, fluff!!, breast play,
an - this is super wholesome and i love it sm i swear to god i need a girlfriend
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You were doing work when it happened.
You were in your office doing some paperwork for your job. You had decided to take a few days at home due to Wednesday feeling slightly unwell. Her allergies were acting up from the pollen and the overwhelming burst of color, so you took the initiative to take care of her.
Wednesday was reluctant to let you stay home, as she claimed “Her health was a mere distraction in your success”, to which you chucked a pillow at her face and ran away in fear. She had chased you with a knife and even threw at the wall where you were backed in to, but a simple hug was enough to calm her down.
Your pen scratched across a paper, your signature filled at the bottom to confirm a shipment of goods. After clicking the pen shut, you moved to your computer to finish an email you were previously typing, completely missing the door of your office sliding open.
You pressed send, leaning back to stretch in your chair when you were forcefully spun around to face your partner. Wednesday dropped herself into your lap, her face immediately tucking into your neck for comfort.
“Hey you.” You said, wrapping your arms around her, “How’re you feeling?”
She mumbled something inaudible, sinking against you as her full weight pushed you into the chair. Your hand reached up and threaded your fingers into her wavy hair, free of braids as you knew they would give her a headache.
“Still icky?” You asked, lightly rocking her in your lap.
“No. I’m bored.” Wednesday replied, tenderly pressing her lips to your neck, “But I do have a nagging inquiry.”
You hummed, nodding as a gestures to continue her question.
“As someone who has experience with girls, how do you please them?” She asked, sitting up to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.
“Well you buy them flowers, never say no, always agree with them even if they are wrong-.”
Wednesday puts her finger on your lips, giving you a look while you grinned humorously. She glared your smile down, her eyes boring into yours.
“I meant sexually.”
You coughed, choking on your spit at her words. Sexually? Why was she asking that? Wednesday has never been into doing sexually intimate things with you because she found the act to be uncomfortable, which meant she was a virgin.
“Well I mean…it’s hard to explain.” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to think of an easy way to tell Wednesday how you fucked previous girlfriends.
“Then show me.” She said, watching as the color drained from your face.
“Wha-.”
“Show me.”
“Nessy wait-.”
“Y/N, I will not say it again.” Wednesday growled, staring at you menacingly.
You inhaled, closing your eyes before nodding in agreement. Carefully, you picked her up by her thighs and left your office, making your way to the master bedroom.
You kicked the door open, shouldered back to being closed, and went to the bed where you laid Wednesday down.
“I’m going to undress you, okay?” You said, reaching to grasp her shirt and pull it off of her.
She tensed at the action, but relaxed when you gave her a gentle kiss to her cheek. After pulling her shirt off, you gently traced the faint scars on her stomach, trying to help her feel comfortable as you prepared to take her virginity.
After tossing her shirt to the side you went to unclip her bra, letting the black laced garment fall off of her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, plump, round and absolutely beautiful, all for you too.
“You’re breathtaking, my love.” You murmured, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.
She smiled slightly, a nervous blush on her face that she immediately attempted to hide away, “Don’t flatter me Y/N.”
You grinned and shook your head, pushing her back so she would lay down on the bed. You mounted atop her, straddling her waist as you undid the tie on her sweatpants.
After pulling the article off, you glanced up at Wednesday for a final confirmation of her consent. She met your eyes, seeing nothing but love and respect in them, and gave you a nod.
“I’ll be gentle.” You said before carefully taking her underwear off and spreading her legs.
She smelled divine, like some sort of exotic cuisine off of a cruise on the Caribbean. Her aroma invaded your senses and you closed your eyes in bliss, taking a few seconds to just inhale what she had to offer.
“Are you just going to lay there or are you going to have sex with me.” Wednesday asked, glaring at you from above.
“Alright, alright.” You smiled and leaned down to her heat.
Now from being with Wednesday since she was a teenager, you knew she took very extra care of her appearance and her grooming, hence why she was completely shaved and smooth down below.
You gazed at her for a moment, analyzing what she looked like before you dove in. She was already exceedingly wet, but you wanted to be absolutely 100% before even suggesting your fingers.
You left a trail of kisses down her left thigh, skipping over her entrance to do the same to her right. After a few little love bites here and there, you finally began to give your wife what she asked for.
Your tongue darted out, starting with gentle licks up her slit; that got a shiver and a small whimper out of her. Your focus was on keeping her comfortable and giving her the best first time a girl could ever ask for, so keeping it slow and steady was the key.
After enjoying the small amount of juices she just started to produce, you diverted your attention to her clit. She wasn’t quite ready yet, so you had to pull the hood back and get to work on riling her up for you.
“Y/N..” Wednesday keened as you kitten licked her clit, her hand sliding down to thread into your hair; a suggestion to go farther.
Your lips wrapped around her, forming a gentle suck. A small moan erupted from her mouth, her eyes closing as you pleased her. One of your hands left her thigh to slid upwards and to her breasts, your fingers immediately getting to work on her nipples.
You squeezed, sucked, and hummed, earning a few brownie points as Wednesday mewled for you, your name tumbling past her lips all while you did you magic. Eventually you knew she was ready for actual head, so you carefully pulled away and brought your hand back to her leg.
Ever so gently, you spread her lips open with your thumbs and very slowly pushed your tongue into her. She tasted heavenly, like a dessert or some fine dining from some expensive restaurant downtown.
“Y/N.” Wednesday sighed, your name yet again falling from your mouth, “Feels good…”
You nodded and got to work, curling and pumping your tongue in and out of her to give her the best possible first experience. She was tight, as was expected, but was surprisingly easy to work open with just a little bit of pressure.
She was perfect.
“I….I love you…”
You looked up, seeing Wednesday’s head thrown back in pure bliss. She was enjoying this, enjoying you, and that made you feel accomplished. You were doing it right for her, and you knew she was utterly devoting herself to you for the first time in awhile.
You felt her walls tighten slightly, her muscles in her abdomen tensing with anticipation of something hitting her. Her orgasm was coming, and you were going to bring her through it.
You began to hum, and that did the trick for her. The vibrations sent her over the edge as she came for the first time in her life, her arousal seeping into your mouth for you to devour.
After enjoying the taste of her juices, you pulled your tongue out to clean her up, gently licking away the stickiness between her thighs.
“Y/N… amor come here.” Wednesday breathlessly called, tugging you by your hair.
You complied, sliding back up her body to lay atop her. Your eyes met and you finally got a good look at her state. Her hair was a mess, wavy locks undone and spewed out over the pillow under her head. Her eyes were droopy and tired looking while her mascara had rundown her face, as if she had cried.
“My love, did you cry?” You asked, caressing her cheek with your hand.
“Happy tears, Y/N.” Wednesday replied, leaning up to kiss your nose, “I don’t cry in sorrow or pain, I promise you they are tears of joy.”
She cringed at that last word, making you laugh and drop your head into her neck. Her hand came around and wound itself into your hair, scratching your scalp with her black-polished nails.
“Thank you.” She whispered, pulling you close to her, “For this.”
“You’re welcome, I’m glad I got to show you.”
She hummed, kissing your cheek a few times before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over your bodies. You were warm, she was cold; a perfect combination for cuddling.
“Also,” You started, sitting up on your elbow to look down at your wife.
She quirked an eyebrow at you, but your soft gaze kept her calm and patient.
“I love you too.” And you sealed your words with a loving kiss.
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Hello Beloved!!!
May I request for the event Eustass Kid with the Fluff prompt domestic intimacy
Jess my beloved Angel from heaven♥ I hope you enjoy your little story just as much as I loved writing it♥ You requested domestic intimacy, and I give you [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver.
Oh Captain, My Captain Kid
Warnings: None. Fluff and domestic stuffs.
Word count: 994
The dull thudding of the hammer broke your concentration as you were carefully trying to pour the neutral color paint into the slanted tray. Thankful that Kid had the foresight to lay tarp on the floor, you still internally curse at the droplets that fell on it from his distracting noises, but grateful that it protected the newly installed flooring.
“Why are you bothering with that anyways? We still have to paint the walls!” you complain to your lover.
“Tch, better to have it done now and paint over the studs than doing it later and chip the paint! Ungrateful ass,” his golden amber eyes roll in their sockets as he made his way towards you.
“Rude ass,” you click your tongue back at him.
Soft sponge rollers bounce off your head and you shoot him a glare, watching him juggle a few more in his hands with a warning look on his face.
“Careful, I’m fully armed babe,” he gave you a devious grin.
Taking the high road from the arm pun you wanted to chuck back at him, you give him a curt nod and stand tall. Picking up the broomstick handles you bought during a 2-4-1 sale at the department store, you toss one his way and he drops the sponge rollers while fumbling with the stick.
“Fully armed but not loaded,” you chuckle, taking one of the rollers he had thrown at you and attaching it to your handle. You dip it into the paint tray and begin rolling the thick liquid on to the walls.
“WAIT A SECOND!” his shout startles you causing your concentrated rolls to stutter, dripping thick paint lines down the wall and on the tarp covering.
“ACH! What?!”
“You needa do the primer first, ya ding dong!”
If your eyes could shoot laser beams, he’d be a dead man.
“If you took a second to read, you would know that this brand is primer + paint, bolthead!”
“TCH, WHAT WAS THAT?!”
From the corner of your eyes you watch as he picks up the accent paint color, squinted eyes reading the description written in large, bold print on the front. You could hear a soft ‘ooooohhhh’ escape him before he tried to nonchalantly pretend he knew that the whole time. Attaching the sponge roller to his own broomstick, he follows your example and begins painting the adjacent wall.
The soft rock music plays in the background as you paint, with you softly singing the lyrics and Kid backing you up with the chorus. It’s peaceful for about an hour as you work in tandem. That is, until your paint rollers met each other on the same wall.
With a confused look, you look up at him and then turn around to take the room in. Did he—
Yep. He did. Kid forgot to leave the back wall plain for the accent color.
“Don’t. Say. A Word,” Kid gripes with a hand over the bandana tied above his forehead to keep his hair out of his face.
You don’t say anything. Not a single peep. You simply turn around and continue coating the already covered wall to keep yourself in check from making a cheeky remark. They say that in long-term dating, partners pick up each other’s traits and habits. A learned habit for you was sassing the fuck out of the sardonic man. He could dish it but not always take it, and it was those delicious moments that made life a little bit sweeter.
Instead you mind yourself and allow a resigned sigh to escape you. A single syllable dripped from your lips as you did so, and you could feel the tension in the room spike. Your shoulders hunch, waiting in anticipation when the first droplets of cool liquid hit your skin.
“YOU DID NOT!” you shriek, dropping the paint roller and rubbing your hands to your backside, inspecting the residue. Your favorite color – the accent paint. “MOTHERFU—” the rest of your words die on your tongue as more paint splatters on you.
With a charged cry you rush at him, fully prepared to tackle your body into his like the defensive lineman you always knew you had inside you. Unfortunately for you, Kid’s height will always be his key advantage. With one hand he held you back by your forehead while with his other hand he shook the loaded paint stirrer over your body, covering you in very expensive paint.
“I’M GONNA DESTROY YOU!!” you cry out, only to be suddenly lifted under your thighs in his strong arms.
Kid presses your back flat against the back wall and shuts you up with a hard press of his lips against yours. Grinning into the kiss, he enjoys the way you melt into his touch as you kiss him back. During your fervent make out he pushed you up and around the wall in what seemed like lust-filled frenzy.
Turns out he was making wall art.
You stare wide-eyed at the mess he made by pressing your paint splattered body against the wall. Your own face smeared in red from his lipstick that he trails down your neck as you wordlessly gaze at the wall.
“I dunno, you showed me your Pinterest board and while it looked nice, I think this looks better,” he whispers in your ear.
You turn to face him, “You’re a dumb bitch if you think I’m letting you leave it this way.” The pout on his face is both too adorable and also too sad to look at. “Oh my goooodd, fine let’s fix it together.”
A small smile on his lips, he stood next to you as you quickly work together to finish the last wall. Taking a step back, he laces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it.
“This domesticity shit ain’t so bad when I’m doing it with you, angel.”
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Can you do a bully satogeto where reader gets a tramp stamp S.G on her hip? Pleeeeeeesssseeeee?🥺
no because i can totally imagine this!!! And it’s making me lose my mind!!!!
Them skipping class like usual, Satoru begging Suguru to let him practice tattooing something on him, because Geto already has so many, muscular biceps and back covered in black ink, what harm would another one do?
And amidst the petty bickering they spot you walk by? In your cute little skirt and oversized sweater, books held tightly against your chest, you’re in such a hurry you don’t even see them until Satoru calls out to you, making you freeze in your tracks, at this point you’d known better than to provoke the pair further by trying to avoid them, it only ended in enduring more torment than usual on your part.
They beckoned you to come over to them so you did, in much slower strides this time, as if that would somehow save you from your fate.
“Look so pretty today sweetheart, give me a twirl”
Satoru eyed you up and down, lingering at every bit of exposed skin.
“C’mere” Suguru smiled, tapping his thigh. Never once looking away from the book he was so absorbed in.
He looked at you once you were seated in his lap. Comfortable or not, neither of them seemed to care.
“Not that I’m not already aware, but you’ve never gotten a tattoo before, yeah?” Suguru asked, deliberately glancing at his friend mid-way. And gojo caught on quick, before you’d even responded with a meek “no” you’d seen that wicked gleam in Gojo’s eyes, a toothy smirk taking over the bored expression he’d been wearing priorly. Like a lightbulb had just went off in his head. It made you quiver.
“You want one?” He asked pulling out hia tattoo gun, chucking at the sight of you jumping a little when he held it close to you, pretty eyes all widened and scared.
“N-no!”
“And why’s that?”
“m’scared of needles.” You mumbled, subconsciously gathering yourself closer to Geto, a false comfort. After all he was the one that was behind all of Gojo’s sinful little schemes, acting like fuel to fire.
“Fuck you’re so cute-what if you can’t see the needle?”
“Satoru can-can I please go, there’s this lecture-“
“And that can wait, right?” He raised a brow, closing the gap between you two.
“Y-yes.” you squeaked.
“Good girl, now hurry up and answer me.”
“I- I don’t know.”
“Good thing we can find out right now then, yeah?”
One thing quickly lead to another and now you were straddling Suguru’s lap, his arms wrapped around you with him still reading, just loud enough for you to hear, his chin placed on top of your head. Maybe it could even be considered as somewhat of a kind gesture, intended to distract you from the pain.
Gojo was crouched on the ground, one of his hands holding you by the waist while the other steadily tattooed your lower back.
“Hold her sweater up will you.”
“Really? A tramp stamp?”
Geto murmured, lifting your sweater to give him more room to work. Not forgetting to throw Gojo a sharp look of judgement.
“Shut up, you’ll love it, and don’t peek”
You wanted to ask them what that was, but it felt like your voice was stuck in your throat, forming into a lump you weren’t capable of swallowing. You had tried your best to hold your tears in, you really had, but the pair had a vicious habit of making sure you’d turn into a sobbing mess whenever you were bestowed with their presence.
“Hey” Geto stroked your hair in an attempt to console you.
“Look up at me.” He spoke softly, kissing your tear stained cheeks. Setting his book aside to rub comforting circles against your back, pressing a trail of gentle kisses from your jaw to your neck, until his touch was all you could focus on.
“Quit making her fucking squirm Suguru.” Gojo said, slapping the smug mans thigh.
“And you, move again and I’ll really make this hurt, you want that?”
You shook your head, clearly frightened.
“Don’t mind him”, Suguru whispered to you, a teasing smile playing at his lips, ”if anything he’s cute when he’s angry.”
“I can hear you so shut up.” Geto chuckled in response, like he could tell gojo was red in the face from his voice alone.
“I think he’s almost done so be patient okay love?” You nodded through blurred vision, trying your best to stay still.
“Yeah just give me a minute”
After Gojo was done putting the machine away and applying the protective ointment, he quickly snapped a picture of the tattoo, his mouth splitting into a complacent grin at the finished work.
“Let me wrap this up for you, keep it on till i say so and you won’t get an infection.”
“Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing.” Geto insisted, witnessing the panicked look on your face, even though he wouldn’t let Gojo’s equipment anywhere near himself no matter how much he pleaded.
“There you go, all done.”
“Um- can i see?” You said wobbling off of geto’s lap, unsteady on you feet from having sat too long. Feeling like the situation was a little surreal.
“Yeah go find yourself a mirror, I’ll unwrap it for you later.” He smirked, like he wasn’t done toying with you just yet. “And I’ll text you the details.”
“Oh o-okay.”
And off you went on your way. Tugging on the hem of your sweater to hide the fact that you’d just been talked into getting a tattoo by none other than Gojo Satoru. God you were so naive, he couldn’t stop thinking about having you wear cute little crop tops for him everyday, walking around campus so unaware of what he’d just done.
“Show me” Geto demanded, unable to hide the underlying eagerness in his voice. And Gojo happily handed his phone over to him. Enjoying how his eyes widened , mouth parting in equal parts disbelief and fascination. Like he’d finally been rendered speechless.
“Told you you’d love it.”
“Fuck- Fuck me.” Gojo smirked “you sick fuck you branded her?” It took a lot to get Geto to start talking like that, lose his composure. Knowing that only made Gojo’s chest fill with gratification.
“Isn’t it hot? Makes you wanna fuck her till she’s crying.”
“Then why’d you let her leave?” Geto smirked, unable to take his eyes off of the design, their initials looked so delicious embedded into your pretty skin, the intricate composition sitting perfectly between the cute little dimples you had on your lower back. He couldn’t believe Gojo had done that to their nerdy little toy. It was so arousing.
“You’re getting better, the lines are really clean and symmetrical” he smirked glancing at the prideful man “might even let you do me next.”
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The girlfriend wannabe (II)
Lee Minho x reader
Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.
Words: 1.9k
Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!
This is Part 2
AN: I have the next 2 chapters planned, they shouldn't take long. Hope you enjoy the second part!
"So let me get this straight..A young, incredibly beautiful man came to you, dressed in Armani, and proposed to you to became his girlfriend and you said no!"
You rolled your eyes at Lisa. She was always the one to rush in unfathomable situations and question herself later. You shifted, putting away the clean ceramic cups. "You are aware that I don't even, you know, KNOW him" You mused as you moved to now stack to-go papers on top of each other.
"You could always get to know him!" She raved, hands thrown above her head and expression playfully angry. "You have been alone for a while. It isn't bad to have a little fun" A cry of a customer for help distracted her from her speech. She threw you a look, that clearly stated that this isn't over and she went her way, face now adoring a pretty and professional smile.
You signed and shook your head at her antics. Thankfully you didn't gave a lot of costumers today, a steady flow of people came and went, leaving you undisturbed. The lofi playlist you honeyed in your time here was echoing around the small shop, putting you at ease and makingyour head gently bob to the beat. It was a hole in the wall the little shop you worked it, but you liked it better that way. It saved you energy from dealing with annoying costumers and plus, the owner was too nice to you. Besides making coffee was a relaxing activity to you, you would like to consider yourself a knowledgeable person to the fine art of coffee making. After all, you have been drinking and making it for years now.
The damned doorbell rung again making you shallow a sign. Without looking up you took your place behind the counter and recited your usual poem "Welcome. What can I-what the fuc..."
"Not now, sweetheart. Maybe later, if you are down"
He was here.
Hair sleeked back, the gel he used making it shine. He was donned in a casual outfit, it probably costed more than what you made in 3 days worth. His face was void of makeup this time, somehow softening his face. Duh, you thought, no one has such piercing eyes on his own. His makeup artist had done an incredible work, but this softer look suited him more.
It made him more human like.
Behind trailed a more petite form clad in a army green jacket and converse high tops. A flash of silver draw your attention to his pierced brow and shy grin.
Your gaze bounced back to your so supposed boyfriend, who by now had reached you and made himself right at home at the cashier. Your jaw tensed and you gripped tightly the wood in front of you. "How are you here? What are you doing here?!" You hissed, out of your mind mad.
Okay, he was in a tight spot the previous time and you chucked it up in a moment of stress. But this? Stalking you and getting your information? Showing up at your work like a creep? This was unacceptable!
He dared and cocked his head to the side almost in an innocence manner and whined. Fucking whined. "Aren't you happy to see me baby?"
You stared blanly at him for a moment or two, before he erupted in giggles. An ironic grin lit his face once they died down. Did he had that permanently stitched to his face or something? The sight only served to make you mader so you repeated. "What are you doing here?"
He paused a brief moment to regard you. Nostrils flared, eyes blasting fire and mouth set in a straight line. You must be a sight to be hold because he immediately stepped back and raised his hands in front of him in caution. "I only want to talk. I promise nothing weird."
"About?"
His hands lowered and that insufferable grin returned. "Why our relationship of course"
You felt heat travel to your face and your veins popping. "There is no relationship, you freak!" You snapped.
His friend was watching the pair of you waringly, no words were spoken. Maybe he was afraid to be involved in the cat fight, that was starting in front of him.
And the cherry on top was the arrival of Lisa. She twirled her way around to reach to you. When she reached, almost floated, towards the front desk, she stopped abruptly. Her eyes darted towards the pair of young men in front of you and then towards you and then at them again, before her eyes bulked and her mouth opened. "It's him, isn't he? Your new fake boyfriend?!" She squealed, clearly excited. She was lightly bouncing on her feet, her smile wide and friendly. "Hi! I'm Lisa!"
"Do you want him instead?" You muttered under your breath. How could she be this calm and well... delusional.
"How can you toss your boyfriend around like this?!" Turning to you with a determined gaze, she cocked her head silent at him. In response you narrowed your eyes at her, mouth pulling at the corners forming an grimace.
Would you really throw me to the wolves like that? Your eyes screamed at her.
Yeah! I would throw you to wolves like that every single damn day! She raised her brows at you, smirking.
"Well now that you are done with the eye thingy..Shall we, doll?" Minho interrupted your very obvious mental conversation. He cocked his head to the sitting area behind him.
"You do know I am, like, in the middle of work..I can't just leave-" you started to say, but was, once again, rudely interrupted.
"I will take over until you talk" Lisa cut in, lifting the counter to slide in next to you, lightly pushing you towards him.
You scoffed as you made your way to the area. You pointed your chin to the nearest table, silently becking him. You settled in the chair with a sour pout. You crossed your hands and watched him stretch with no care. He eventually settled, lounged was more like it, and opened his lips to sprout the biggest stupidity known to mankind.
"So about the girlfriend thing.."
There we go.
"Let me start by saying sorry. I know that all this is kind of ridiculous-"
"Kind of?" You pointed, lifting your brow.
He huffed amusingly. "I know it is ridiculous. But they have been nagging me for weeks now and well, I saw you and decided to strike." He finished, scratching his nape. He had lowered his head, stealing glances at you, not daring to look at you properly. At least he seemed sorry, you bemused.
"First of all, I don't appreciate you coming here like some stalker. This is unacceptable and kind of creepy." You stated, your heated gaze on him
His eyes softened and he briefly met your gaze. You saw the realization and regret on his features . "Sorry, I didn't think how it would came through. It wasn't my intention to scare you. I just need you" he spoke quietly, but with a sincerity you hadn't linked with him...well the 1 day you knew him, at least.
"Thank you for apologizing. And this brings me to the next thing, I don't understand why it has to be me.Tell them that we broke up and find yourself a real girlfriend." You anti-countered, amusement filling you by seeing the boy in front of you squirm.
He signed, hands messing up his hair and making it fluffier "You think I didn't try? I...I tried, but...I- things didn't go as planned. The more I think about it, the easier this seems"
"How so?" You asked, leaning forward on your elbows.
"I can call you when I need to be at a gala. Or to take a couple of pictures to show them. Something easy." He murmured, now playing with the packets of sugar on the table in front of him.
"As I told you, I am not looking for a relationship. Frankly, I don't have time for it, real or not" you amended, not really knowing why you were excusing yourself.
"No, no! I won't take a lot of your time. Besides I will compensate you!" He rushed to fill in, sitting up more in his seat so he can properly face you.
"Ohh do say. What's in for me?" You laughed, finding the conversation more and more ridiculous.
The question brought the smirk back full force. It screamed, I got it in the bag "I will make sure you get an interview with a big marketing company. Your choice. And a recommendation letter. I could say a position there, but you don't seem into the nepotism concept"
"You would be incorrect" you stated, shrugging. Once you get in is when the game starts, how you got there is irrelevant.But that was just your humble view.
"That's even better! You could be my nepo baby!" He giggled, eyes gleaming. With what, you weren't sure. Now that you 'uncovered' your greedy side, he seemed to have relaxed in his wooden chair once again. He was glancing around now, curious as a cat.
In turn, you scanned him, head to toe. He was an attractive gal. Sure, he was a little overconfident and whiny, but nothing over the top. You had certainly met worse and without the resources to back them up, you snickered to yourself. "What's the catch?" You wandered, tapping your chin in wonder.
"What do you mean?" He asked, examing you closely.
"I mean, I get an interview. If you are a people's person, then I get to go at galas. What's in it for you?"
"A peaceful mind. I don't like when my parents...nag" he, carefully,, said.
"You don't seem the kind of person that would paid any attention to his parents nagging" you mused, drumming your fingers to the tabletop. He smirked and shook his head
"You don't know me, sweetheart." He murmured.
"And this is precisely why I can't trust you!" You snickered, leaning back.
"Maybe this is your chance to. So..deal?" He pondered, extending a long hand. You stared at it, as if it would burn you. Did you really wanna do this?
"No impromptu calls. When I am at campus or at work, you can't just expect me to drop everything and come to you." You demanded. It was your way or the highway, you decided and damn a potential interview.
"Of course, baby" he complied easily. Attitude as aloof as ever.
"And no kissing. A little cuddling and a smooch on the cheek is all that I will allow"
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He purred, his fingers dancing across the table to reach yours. You swatted his fingers away.
"I am positive" you deadpaned.
"Okay, but if you fold, can I consider it fair game?" He asked suggestive, bitting his lips and his eyes zeroing on your form.
"In your dreams, sweetheart" you popped every word, smile widening.
"Oh they will be good ones, I assure you. So deal?" He tried again, extending his hand.
Like the first time you looked at it, but unlike last time, you carefully placed your hand at his.
"Deal" you agreed. Chills took over your body as you spoke the words. "I already don't like this this" you muttered, making him smile at you.
The chair was screeching as he dragged himself away to stand. He looked at his clock, then at you. "The message at your phone is from my number. Save it. We will talk more about the gala via Sms. By the way, you look lovely today, baby. Like the batista of my dreams. Anyway, I have to go see you later" He saluted and turned to his friend that was still hanging by the cashier.
You were too stunned to speak.
Your mind running at full speed to comprehend what happened just now, along with the numerous information you received in less than a second. When your brain managed to get the get-go, he was already half way to the door. The only question you managed was "How did you get my number?!"
Upon hearing your incredulous shout, he turned his head your way, flashed you his hand, fingers moving all over the place and said "Magic"
His giggles were all that was left behind.
You were left seated and astonished, when you felt a presence behind you and a petite hand on your shoulder.
"I like him. You know I have a good eye for people" Lisa said, her eyes pinned to the odd pair of friends that were walking away from you.
"No, you don't " you scoffed.
"Honey, the one with bad eyesight is you, not me"
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For A Reason
TW: Dark!(ish) Rafe. Smut. Language. Spanking. Choking. Degrading Language.
SUMMARY: As you try and help Sarah get the keys to get the cross out of Rafe’s grasp, the distraction you intended to be brings you to one of your own…
WORD COUNT: 2100
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Anonymous asked:
hii i have an idea... so maybe the reader is a pogue and she's working with sarah and evrrything to try and get the cross... and yk that scene where sarah tries to take the keys to the van where the cross is, can u make it so that while sarah is trying to find the keys, the reader has to distract rafe so she goes in his room and sits on his bed, and a few minutes later he opens the bathroom door and walks out shirtless (yk that scene in the show) and the reader is all flustered and rambling about something random to try and make him forget about the keys, but he manhandles her on the bed and he's like i know you're trying to distract me but i'm gonna fuck you anyways and then it leads to rough sex & he keeps slapping, degrading and choking her bcs she's a pogue and everything 🥵
For A Reason
Your purpose was simple enough, even if the idea was supposed to make your skin crawl. You were intended to be a distraction to Rafe. It would be easy for the fact you knew he eyed you as more than one of Sarah’s new pogue friends. Despite the social barriers that would set you two apart at every turn, he didn’t need to accommodate the difference or amend the cruelty in the past in order to want what he did from you. The same ‘something’ that set his eyes in a blazing lust from across any room, even prior to the entire race for the gold and lately, the cross. And you and the remaining pogues knew it as well. Which was why you would be the one sent in to distract him while Sarah was in search of those dreaded keys.
You had prepared an excuse to him about being upset at Sarah and feigning seeing his side to things as you knew stroking his ego and gaining his trust this way would be the only way to truly seduce Rafe Cameron. But as you had rehearsed the words a thousand times in your mind for when those intimidating blue eyes would rest onto you, you were confident in having him wrapped around your finger, until finding that door to the bathroom open and you were suddenly flustered.
Although he had just emerged from the shower, his chest was dry from a thorough pat down prior to exiting the room now absent of all steam, his eyes fixating onto you with confusion and eventual disbelief as you were made flustered by the sight of him. And this was because you’d never seen him shirtless. It wasn’t as if you ran in the same circles, and the times in which you had seen him, he was wrapped beneath some polo or button up shirt that kept this concealed to you. Bronzed muscles concealing modesty behind a single towel wrapped tightly at his hips that sat just beside his navel.
“Sarah’s not here.” He spoke in finality as your eyes flickered from the immediate rejection they’d taken to his torso and coming to an unsteady rest back at his own.
“I know…” The sudden plan at hand would be reminded to you as the keys themselves were visible on the table beside the bed itself, your reason for being present to begin with. But you had accounted for everything but the way him moving closer to you would affect you. Running your fingers nervously through your hair, you licked your lips apart for some form of recalibration of your confidence, before looking back up to him once again.
“I actually think I-I- just left something here last time I was, I was here and I..a sweater…It was a favorite and I just-” By the time you had corrected this rambling, he was between your legs, a hand on your thighs tracing gently, almost lovingly if possible, as your eyes darted to the door.
“Actually, I think I remember it’s in John B’s car so…I’ll just-” He chucked his tongue to the side before an unkind grip to your hair pulled you to look up at him with force.
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere, Pogue.” With the sound of the title, you were forced into a lift onto the bed, his arms pinning you flat.
“Think I don’t know why you’re here? Think I’m stupid, hmm?” He scoffed, looking to the direction of the keys.
“Came to distract me? How do you think THAT is gonna pan out for you? Because I don’t like people who play games with me…and you’re not even that…” His eyes fell down your body, sweaty from the race made of the last endeavors with the pogues and clothes tight that left you accessible to him for a summer day’s weather.
“Doesn’t matter…” You were pulled almost weightlessly onto your stomach, a grip to the back of your neck keeping you flat as he had straddled you from behind, leaving only grips into the comforter before you as you witnessed the towel discarded from within your peripheral vision.
“I’ll still fuck you, even though you don’t deserve it…even though you came to try to distract me,” He scoffed, “And when I’m done…your ass is red and you’re dripping with me…THEN I’ll let you go back to your little friends and make sure they know exactly what happens when they send their…” He scoffed again, “Distraction…” Before you could even think of fighting him, you were removed from your shorts with his hand already wrapped in your hair while he lined himself up to you.
“Bet you’re used to the boys from the cut being nice and sweet with you, yeah?” He chuckled, the remaining smirk heard as he spoke.
“Well, sweetheart, I’m definitely not some pogue and you’re surely not on the cut anymore-” You were thrust in to, the gravity of the situation now weighing heavily on you as any forbidden desire or intrigue had had awoken in you was now existing as a means of guilt as you fought to move away from him. But any attempt would be futile as he was too strong and you were far too weak.
“Clenching around me already,” he smacked your ass. “Dirty little poguie needing my cock so bad that you’ll take it any way I offer isn’t that right?” He asked, bent over you, deep enough to bring pain in contrast to pleasure. But as you continued to shuffle, he only found amusement in your attempts.
“Try to deny it and yet you’re making it so easy to slip out of this tight little pussy…Making you nice and wet for me…Because I am taking what I want. What I deserve. Making me come is the least you can do with all the fucking trouble you’ve caused, yeah?” Another smack to your left cheek would send you into a gasp, your fingers wrapping tighter into the sheets, knuckles white, and being yet another reason that his smirk remained.
“Could make you come so fast because you’ve never had a cock like mine…But you’re gonna work for it.” He turned you to face him, “Because the only face better than the one you're making now is gonna be the one you make when you realize you’ve lost. And if you think ANYTHING else…you're even dumber than I thought….” He penetrated himself into you once again. Only this time, you were set on your side, his arms pinning you in yet another inescapable positioning as your legs were divided as one sat at a rest at his shoulder and the other on your thigh to keep it flat.
“Look at you…already begging for it and it hasn’t even been five minutes…But you wanna come don’t you, you dirty little pogue slut…Clenching me…soaking me…making it so easy to fuck you just how I want…”
“Please…” You had uttered again, not sure if you were asking for more or less, but unable to say anything aside from this. And it wasn’t even as if you expected him to pity you or show you mercy as you knew better than this. But you had understood just how truly selfish and animalistic he was as he pounded into you this way, working up perspiration upon you both, as each brutal force seemed endless as your body was reliant on him completely. You were overtaken by that forbidden fantasy come to life, one you always had for the Kook prince who was weighing you down with his own ambitions.
“God damn, your fucking joking with me right now! No way a pogue pussy feels THIS good. Only this good because of MY cock in it…” He lowered over you, forcing himself deeper into your walls, bottoming out and remaining set, as he spoke over your pained expression.
“Tell me. Say it bitch, tell me just HOW good it is…”
“Rafe-” His hand came around your throat.
“Doesn’t sound like an adjective there, now does it. I already know how deep I am…already know it’s making you wanna come…Feeling you getting wetter by the second…so fucking tell me before I have to send you back to them bleeding-” He scoffed. “Still might anyway…”
“Please, Rafe…” His grip tightened harder, making only desperate breaths and the shuffling of the sheets beneath you as the only sound until he spoke.
“Not even your breathless begging is gonna make me take pity on you. You REALLY thought all it would take is for you to show up and I’d drop to my knees for you,” He released a grunt as he continued slow thrusts while keeping this weight over you, “I know you too well, pogue…been watching you long enough to know that you wouldn’t come here without a reason…”
“Rafe-” You choked.
“So THIS is your reason. You were supposed to distract me? Then fucking distract me! Make me come then, you little slut. God knows YOU need it…” Your eyes rolled as he smacked your ass again, a bitter sting amended by that of another thrust.
“How are you gonna explain walking out of here unable to walk? Bruised neck and cum dripping down your thighs because you left your panties here-yeah, you’re not getting those back.” Your eyes widened in horror.
“Don’t be so surprised. We both know I’m the reason they’ve always been so wet…Validated it when I took them off…And I feel it now. So you’re gonna fucking come right now so I can go faster. You are coming for ME, not for you-don’t get the wrong idea. You are here for ME. Isn’t that reason you came?” He forced himself into an ungodly pace, your body a simple outlet for him as you whimpered and pleaded beneath him, his grip only tightening between these heartless pistonings.
“Oh, you’re so fucking close, you’re shaking…it’s so goddamn pathetic…” He gave a single chuckle.
“But all those little desperations are making me…Fuck, I’m gonna come…” He suddenly felt deeper as you became tighter, contradicting each other’s movements as you were both pulled to that mutual high.
“FUCK!” He exclaimed before dragging you to the edge of the bed, hair as this leverage before his cock was forced at the breathless parting of your lips.
“I don’t want some dirty pogue cum on my cock. So clean it the hell off…” You obliged by his initial threatening guidance, expertly pulling him beyond your reflex. But as you attempted to bring him to another edge, he forced you back from your endeavors.
“You don’t get to please me. Not after thinking I’m stupid enough to care about you more than a fuck. You came here for a reason…and I used you for it. So thanks for the distraction…” He tossed you in complete disregard as you covered yourself with your shorts, huddled against the bedside table.
“I’m giving you a minute to pull yourself together because I know how hard you just took it…but if you aren’t out of here after that, so help me God, I’ll send you back too battered to recognize who you are.” Your body was left in abandon, pleasantly numb from a series of silent releases he had pulled while garnering his own, your skin wearing the evidence of what you were sent here for, a reason all your own having been quelled as you collected yourself as much as possible, before returning to your Pogues, all none the wiser of your own secret ambitions having been met…
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There's a lot of "oh, Baldur's Gate, isn't that game all about sex?" out there - I've seen it on the internet and heard it in conversation - which is fair, that's what the mainstream articles have been about, and let's not lie, most of us around here are all about the sexytimes with pretty people. (Me included, 100000%. And my "romance doesn't make an experience less interesting or serious" rant will be saved for another day.) But anyway ... it's Monday, and I'm avoiding work, so I figured I'd list as many things as I can think of right now that make the game amazing that have nothing to do with actually having sex with someone.
GINORMOUS areas to explore.
There are lore books literally everywhere. If you like reading random bits of in-universe texts, you'll be spoiled.
Have you ever played D&D and wished certain spells had more utility - like Grease, or Sleep, or Create/Destroy Water? You're in luck here! Anything that can either create a ground effect or temporarily distract/take enemies out is OP!
Animated, voiced cut scenes with nearly every single NPC you run across.
At the same time, most of them are not required. Some will give you interesting side quests, extra approval/disapproval from your companions, or interesting information that will give you more options in a future quest, but you don't have to spend hours talking to people unless that's your jam.
In character creation, you don't pick male/female as a gender. You pick from four body types (two small, two large, two with breasts/more slender, two more broad/slightly larger), three sets of pronouns (he/she/they), and several different sets of genitals - mix and match all three categories to your hearts' content. I'm sure there are other things they could have done, but it's the most inclusive character creator I've seen in a major game for sure.
The turn-based combat is a blessing for anyone who struggles with real time combat. Take your time, consider your options, look at things from all angles, sort through your spells and attacks to find the right one.
Or you can remember you picked up that barrel of smoke powder three rooms back, climb up into the rafters of the room, and chuck it into the fire pit in the middle of the room for maximum effect. I cannot overstate how fucking satisfying that is.
Big fucking tiefling horns. Of a variety of shapes!
Your female companions are the tanks/hearty warriors. Your male companions are all delicate fucking flowers, at least until you get Druid Daddy who can turn into a bear.
While optimizing your 4-person party to bring the usual configuration - one tank, one healer, a couple of DPS - is useful, it isn't always necessary. There are some fights where bringing four ranged options is a great idea, as long as you give them some survivability spells or plenty of potions. Sometimes bringing four people who can just barrel their way into a pile of ogres is satisfying. Mix it up!
Okay every companion thus far (I'm still only through act 1 yet, listen I have two games and my partner didn't feel well enough to continue the game where we're the farthest this weekend so I spent my time catching my solo game up) is absolute gold, no duds in the bunch, and the next few bullets will be one awesome thing about each one of them that has nothing to do with romance.
Astarion with the Thief subclass at level 3 literally cannot fail most lockpicking or trap disarming checks unless he rolls a nat 1. He is invisible when stealthed. He can one-shot most low level goblins with sneak attack arrows from range. He is a very bitchy fancy-lad Super Rogue.
Wyll is the Goodest Boy - the speed with which he goes from "I am oathbound to kill you demon!" to "well shit you're just a tiefling guess I'll deliberately fuck up my very dangerous warlock oath for you" is wonderful. He's noble and impetuous and wants to be more than a rich boy and gives nearly everyone the benefit of the doubt. I would die for him.
Karlach does the ADHD idle dance of "I could not stand still if you paid me all the gold in Baldur's Gate" and has the best puppy dog eyes. Also the story tie-in to her rage mechanics is really great and excellent storytelling.
Lae'zel is nigh unkillable if you give her the right stuff. Speccing her as Battlemaster is amazing for controlling the most powerful combatants on the field. Trip Attack has saved my ass so many times, you have no idea.
On paper, Gale should be absolutely insufferable. But somehow the writing and voice acting managed to hit just the right notes of humor and good nature and wizard geek. I'm very impressed.
Shadowheart is a very interesting combination of amoral/self-involved but also compassionate and I find myself fascinated by it. She clearly contains multitudes, and thus far the story is doing a good job of doling out pieces of her at a satisfying pace.
And speaking of interesting moral dichotomies, I absolutely adore that Halsin is both the good influence authority figure and also utterly ruthless when things run afoul of his strongly held belief system. Also thicc, broad-shouldered elf supremacy.
The tieflings you meet in Emerald Grove are directly tied to the D&D adventure "Descent Into Avernus" - as is Wyll! (And I'm sure it has a lot of context for Karlach's story as well, I haven't finished reading it yet.) I'm sure there's more when you get to the actual city of Baldur's Gate, but I'm not there yet. It's just fun to have that as an option to read for backstory about some of the game's characters and situations if you want. It's not required reading, though - cough, Bioware/Dragon Age, cough - everything that happens with them is perfectly understandable without any additional context!
The "Balanced" combat difficulty is a really good mix of fights that take a LOT of strategy and ones that can be easily cheesed.
Have you ever wanted to shove someone off a cliff even though you have like 8 strength? Listen, a 30% chance is STILL A CHANCE, and you have limited bonus action choices. TAKE YOUR SHOT.
... feel free to add your own. I'm still pretty early in the game and can't wait to get to more.
(edited for some slightly better phrasing about the character creation gender options, hopefully)
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U know I always thought a cute fic idea would be where Joe is on ST set and there’s some riveting scene where he’s rescued from the Upside Down. Yn is the person playing the character but staff have kept Yn hidden from Joe until this point, to build up the suspense and genuine surprise for when he gets rescued in the show. Anyways there’s a riveting scene where Eddie opens his eyes for the first time and yns face is the first thing he sees as she’s in character and “tending” to his wounds. Joe just absolutely immediately smitten like “wow didn’t believe in love at first sight until now” and then as the show filming progresses yn becomes a love interest both on and off screen 😣
the way i felt so awkward writing this because it involves so many people i dont know how to write for, my GOD i hope you like what i've done with it
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Shit, that was hot
“Shh shhhh, guys, guys, this is it, quiet!” you managed to get the room quiet enough for the TV to blare over the chatter that had filled the air all throughout the evening.
“Watch that face,” you heard someone mutter from the other side of the sofa.
“It’s so fucking funny,” someone else replied.
You shot eyes at Joe who sat right next to you. He looked annoyed, like he was about to groan, but simultaneously he couldn’t hide his smile. It was adorable.
On screen, in the last episode of the Netflix series you all played parts in, you were all about to watch Eddie getting rescued from the Upside Down. By you.
It hadn’t been revealed to be you yet – not to the audience, as the scene was still working up to its climax, but also not to Joe or many other cast mates when you’d filmed it. It was the biggest secret you had sat on, and it was so difficult to not tell anyone all throughout filming. It had been one of the latter scenes you shot, so getting to know your cast mates had been fun, but the urge of sharing your exciting knowledge with others – never with Joe, you couldn’t fucking wait to see that face – had been almost too much to handle. There was a reason you’d be in quiet meetings with Matt and Ross so often. You just needed to talk about it with someone, just to get your excited jitters out so you’d be able to hold the news off for longer.
During filming, people had heard that there was a piece of script entirely blacked out.
“Ooh, that’s new.” Natalia had mused when Keery had asked her if Nancy was the one to save Eddie from the Upside Down. Natalia had reacted confused; was Eddie going to be saved from the Upside Down? That hadn’t been in her script.
“But look,” Joe had shown them pages of his script, which had so much blacked out dialogue, directions and even character names, he didn’t even know how he was going to rehearse any of it. "It's just directions for me- for Eddie, and then... it's all this shit. What do I do with this?"
“That’s the point.” Matt had made clear when Joe had gone to him with questions. “It’s such a pivotal part in the episode, we need to build maximum suspense and get your genuine reaction as Eddie.” They had skipped the full chuck at the table read and left everyone fully in the dark.
“You don’t think I can act surprised?” Joe had pressed them, instantly insecure at his abilities and his work up until that point, but Matt didn’t want to discuss it any further.
In make-up, Sadie asked if you’d heard about the surprise scene. You had to do your best to pretend to hear of the news for the first time. Amy and Sarah from the make-up department had listened in and you wondered if they knew – why would they need to, you thought first, but then you realized they’d need to get you ready for it when it was time to shoot. Of course they knew. But they’d kept silent, and Sadie hadn’t suspected a thing.
It almost slipped out of you when you heard Gaten talk to Joe and they were both so sure it was going to have to be Keery, the dude who’d asked pretty much everyone if they were the one that was blacked out. Surely, it was to distract from himself. Some sort of sick power-play, having everyone else talking about it and trying to figure it out as he got to sit back all-knowingly.
The small parts of the pages Joe had shown everyone before being told off by Matt and Ross – “Keep that to yourself, Joe. We hand people individual scripts for a reason.” – were perceived to be at least a little flirty. And who had Eddie been the flirtiest with throughout everything they’d filmed up until that point? Definitely Steve.
The words were so close to rolling off your tongue, wanting to pull Gaten aside and let him in on your secret, just to be able to shoot him looks whenever people would talk about it, just so you wouldn’t be suffering by yourself. But the NDA kept you from spoiling the surprise to anyone.
At the last minute, they had to let Maya know. Just her. She’d be on the call sheet as a distraction as to not give anything away to Joe. She didn’t have any scenes that day – you clearly had, but they kept you under wraps. They got Natalia and Joe Keery ready too, for a scene they had together, which still left Joe in the dark as to what exactly Eddie’s faith would be. And then Joel walked onto set, and Joe thought he knew for sure. “Of course, it’s uncle Wayne!” he said when he hugged him, but Joel didn’t know what he meant, and it left Joe with just as little of an inkling as before.
The day before shooting, and with Maya in on it now, you had to come up with reasons to explain your giggles whenever you’d make eye contact. “Maya broke a chair in the make-up trailer,” you said to Joe when you’d gotten strange looks from him. “Catering is doing a number on me.” Maya had laughed, rubbing her hand over her stomach, prompting you to laugh louder.
Your big watch-party of the series had turned into talking over whatever was happening on screen, reminiscing, and reminding each other of inside jokes, alternating with the odd silence when special effects would overwhelm you all to shut up and watch. And now the moment had come, where Eddie was about to almost miss his chance to get out and survive the alternate dimension. By now everyone knew it had been you who was the blacked out person with the blacked out dialogue and blacked out directions, but that didn’t make watching Joe’s reaction to it less fun.
You remembered everyone’s reaction on set when Joe was made to close his eyes as they called cut for just enough time to get you onto set, into the scene. Some of them had seen you be walked in, and had gasped, and Joe Keery had whispered "I fucking knew it," which had only added to the suspense Joe had felt in that moment. The Duffer brothers knew they could do more shots if they needed to, but the dream was to get it all in first go, just because they hadn’t put so much work into keeping secrets just for them to use a shot that wasn’t that first, true, genuine reaction.
When they called action, Joe needed to keep his eyes closed for longer as two hands managed to grab hold of him and yank him out of the situation he was in before shooting Hopper’s police weapon that your character had stolen from his abandoned house in the woods. You shot it right into the face of whatever monster the Upside Down tried to attack Eddie, which would be put in later by the SFX team.
“Watch his face, watch,” you pointed, as giddy as you could be.
“It’s the line, it’s so good!” Keery slapped his own leg repeatedly in suspense for what he was about to hear.
After the shots were fired, and Joe, as Eddie, had bunched himself up on the ground in self-defense, he had opened his eyes and had seen you, holding that gun, arm outstretched, the bad-assery practically dripping off of you. It had done something to Joe, and so that showed in Eddie’s face too – the cameras had captured it perfectly. “Whoa, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until now,” Joe spoke as Eddie in his heavy American accent, panting from the action scene. You had turned back to look at him, and you chuckled. “We’ve seen each other lots, idiot.” And you’d held out your hand to help him stand. “Exactly. But I just now realized I’ve loved you all along. Shit, that was hot.” And then Joe had pulled you in for a kiss that you had gladly accepted. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have – like the world was going to end and you didn’t have tomorrow together. You remember being able to feel Joe's heartbeat in his chest, absolutely desperate to beat its way out of his ribcage. The kiss stopped abruptly though when it got called cut on, and had Matt and Ross laughing as they waved for the two of you to stop making out. They hadn’t included the kiss in the show, but everything else had stayed in.
“Shit, that was hot,” Keery quoted Eddie as he watched it, nodding along and his face showed how cool he thought the line was. It had everyone laughing, but Gaten was in hysterics. Joe was so embarrassed, and you took advantage, poking him in the sides as you watched his face scrunch.
“Okay, okay, all right,” Joe tried to calm the room down.
“Best bit of the show,” you cooed, your face too close to his for the company you were in. “Better than dontcha, big boy?” Joe raised his eyebrows at you. You’d gone on about that line endlessly after witnessing Joe ad-lipping it. “Mmmh, maybe not,” you said, leaning in and kissing Joe on the lips. You were instantly met with thrown over pieces of popcorn.
“You’re damn right, it's not.” Joe Keery commented, stuffing the rest of his handful of popcorn into his mouth.
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aqua regia – II
part one | part three
characters: nikolai
summary: as the tension between you and nikolai continues to rise, you’re sent on another assignment and, for the first time, exposed to the pilot’s darker corner of the world.
genre: general, mild angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader (bravo 0-5)
warnings: semi-proofread, suggestive moments, brief dream smut, cursing, canon-typical violence, nik’s a flirt, reader’s also a flirt, protective!nik, he’s dreamy when he kills people, nik gets hurt but reader fixes him up, i don’t speak russian pls be gentle
word count: 5.6k
note: one day i’ll write a slow burn… but today is not that day (tomorrow might be tho <3)
"fuck– nikolai–"
his rough, calloused hand let go of your hip to press down between your shoulder blades, forcing your back to arch as he pushed your chest further into the mattress. you had the sheets fisted in one hand and the other interlocked with his, moans freely spilling from your lips.
"you can take it, милая." he growls between labored breaths, leaning forward to leave wet, sloppy kisses against the back of your throat as his hand reached for your hip again. "моя сладкая… you’re doing so good for me…"
"fuck– ‘s too much, nik…" you whine as the new position made him go even deeper, practically bullying you on his cock.
"too much? you’re sucking me in, принцесса," he chuckles low next to your ear, pressing yet another kiss to your feverish skin. the cold metal of his necklace - that stupid gold chain he always wore - dangled next to your head, swaying back and forth with each snap of his hips.
you gripped his hand tightly, the only thing keeping you on the planet as nikolai quite literally fucked you stupid. each hard thrust only made it more difficult for you to think, to speak, to do anything but try desperately to keep up with him. he squeezed your hand in return, mumbling soft praise and leaving sweet kisses against your shoulder as you finally lost yourself in your ecstasy.
you sat up straight as your alarm blared, startling you out of your pleasant dream. clicking it off and flopping back down, you let out a frustrated sigh.
"fucking hate him…" you grumble to yourself. sitting up again, you grab one of your pillows and chuck it at the door with a groan.
it had been three weeks since the chemical factory. three weeks since you and nikolai had camped out together. three weeks since you two almost kissed. and, during those three weeks, you had seen the man only once. apparently he was "busy with work," as captain price put it when you asked.
is it possible to go insane from something like this? three weeks ago, you would have answered that question with a definitive "no."
today, you would say "yes" to it.
there was a ginger knock against your door. "uh, lieutenant? you doin’ alright in there?" gaz’s nervous voice, slightly muffled on the other side, distracted you from your thoughts.
"i’m fine, gaz, just dropped something," you reply while dragging yourself out of bed.
"dropped something against the door?"
"yes, sergeant. against the door."
you trudged over to the door and nudged the pillow out of the way with your foot. upon opening it, you were greeted by the sight of a very befuddled gaz.
"well, there’s coffee in the kitchen." he says with a smile. "please try not to drop that, too." he adds, speed-walking in the other direction after you sent him a very pointed glare.
when you stepped into the kitchen, you immediately beeline for the pot of coffee that soap was standing next to. the scotsman looked at you with an amused grin as you hastily prepared a cup for yourself.
"bad night, l.t.?"
"you have no idea."
as you eagerly chugged your drink, paying no mind to the burning sensation as it went down your throat, ghost approached and stopped in the doorway. "0-5, price wants you to stop by his office."
"someone’s in trouble," soap sang from next to you, prompting you to roll your eyes and set your cup on the counter. "did he say what for?" you ask, brushing past the other lieutenant on your way out.
"something related to an assignment, i think. best for you to ask him yourself."
with a nod and a quick "thank you," you headed for price’s office. it wasn’t terribly far, but far enough that your head spun with different ideas of what he could want. to your knowledge, you hadn’t done anything wrong, nor had you done anything worth a personal commendation. was this about the chemical factory? training new recruits? a new mission you’d be leading?
as you approached the office and knocked on the open door, you had your question answered for you.
price stood behind his desk, cigar burning away between his thumb and forefinger. standing on the other side, chatting with him about something, was the very man that had been plaguing your thoughts for the past twenty one days.
"lieutenant, good to see you." price took another puff of his cigar before setting on the edge of the ash tray. nikolai looked over his shoulder, smiling as you stepped further into the room. "i’ve got a new job for you. one that laswell just sent in."
you stood in front of the desk, to nikolai’s right, as price slid the manila folder on its surface towards you. "something for me alone?" you ask while giving the contents of the folder a quick scan, noting how many of the details were blacked out.
"officially, you’ll be working alone."
"and, unofficially?"
price huffed out a laugh and nodded towards the other man. "unofficially, nik will be there to watch your back and provide some… personal support."
the details that weren’t redacted gave you an idea of why he was your backup: the local contact you’d be linking up with to gather intel was a former arms dealer from russia, now running a "clean" business in finland. he was probably familiar with the man.
"when do we head out?" you closed the folder and set it back down, giving price a curious look.
"as soon as you can. you’ve got a long flight."
within a half-hour, you had collected your gear and made your way to the base’s runway. nikolai was standing by the helicopter as you approached, skimming over the flight plan. wordlessly, you passed by him and dropped your bag in the back of the helicopter, glimpsing at him from the corner of your eye. he looked up from the papers briefly, perfectly in time to meet your gaze.
"ready to head out, принцесса?" he asks, turning around and tucking the clipboard somewhere in the cockpit. the nickname brought you back to the dream you had last night - a memory that immediately made blood rush to your face.
quickly shaking the feeling off, you nodded your head. "yeah, let’s get going."
as you went to board in the back, nikolai stopped you. "ah, you should ride in the front." he motioned towards the co-pilot’s seat. "it’s just the two of us, there’s no point in sitting in the back."
you looked at the seat, then back at him. "you sure? i don’t want to mess anything up."
"you won’t," he chuckles and slides the back door shut. "just don’t touch anything unless i tell you to, and we’ll be fine."
with another nod, you circle around the chopper and settle in the front seat. your respect for the pilot raised instantly upon seeing the array of buttons, switches, and gauges laid out; you couldn’t even begin to guess what half of them were used for.
and yet, nikolai seemed to know exactly what to do as he sat in the pilot’s seat, flicking several switches and bringing every system to life. it wasn’t long before you were in the sky, with the low rumble of the vehicle’s engine helping relax you as your head fell back against the headrest.
"you’re usually more talkative than this, lieutenant." nikolai spoke up, sending a cursory glance in your direction. you opened your eyes, which had fallen shut soon after takeoff, and returned the look.
"not feeling very talkative today," you reply.
he turns towards you with a low sigh. "are you upset with me?"
the question was genuine, and you met his somber gaze. you gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you debated on how to answer. you understood being busy, most of the people you came across in this line of work were constantly moving without a break, yourself included. despite not knowing hardly anything about the man’s past or personal life, you knew that nikolai had a number of responsibilities that kept him almost too busy.
you felt bad - guilty, even - over it all; that you were upset with him for doing his job, that you couldn’t help alleviate any of his stress, your confusion over your feelings for him, that you’ve missed him far more than you should.
"i’m not upset with you," you start, shifting your gaze to the control panel in front of you. "well, i am, but not in the way you think. these past few weeks… i’ve missed you, nik. more than i know i should, given our situation." you concede with a heavy sigh.
"what is 'our situation?'"
"risking death every time we step out the door."
nikolai huffed, just barely audible over the sound of the whirring blades overhead. "i have no intention to die, милая."
"i know you don’t intend to, but it could happen," you look at him again, suddenly feeling a fresh wave of anxiety rush through your veins. "ever since you left, i’ve been worrying day and night, staying awake in the hopes you’d at least call and tell me you’re okay."
at some point, your hands balled into fists in your lap. nikolai had since looked back at the windshield, though you could tell he was still listening.
"i just–" you sigh, again, attempting to keep your composure. you were a soldier, a member of an elite task force for heaven’s sake, you should be able to do at least that. "we left off in a… confusing, place. i wanted to talk about it, but then you were gone without so much as a 'goodbye.'"
"and, i understand you were busy," you continue, unclenching your fists and nervously rubbing your palms against the front of your thighs. "you’ve got your own life and business to worry about, but a single call would’ve gone a long way. i don’t even know if that night meant anything to you."
you waited for a response - a confirmation, rejection, anything. you just needed to know how he felt, to know whether you should walk away with your tail between your legs and your pride intact, or if there was something there worth pursuing.
a few minutes of painful silence passed between you two. finally, as you were opening your mouth to tell him to forget about it, nikolai spoke.
"i wanted to call. several times." he pauses, inhaling and exhaling slowly. "i left in such a rush because i was needed for something important, something urgent. i didn’t expect to be kept away for so long, or else i would have spoken to you."
"i am a very busy man, yes, but never too busy for you." he confesses, chuckling to himself. "as for what that night meant… well, i think that entirely depends on what you want, милая. you already know that you are special to me. what we choose to do about it is up to you."
you crack a smile as your tense muscles start to relax. all it took was that response to make you realize just how ridiculous the whole situation was. embarrassment flooded your mind and heat rose to your cheeks, forcing you to raise your hands in an attempt to cover them.
"i’m sorry, i should have–"
"don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong by worrying. it is quite nice to be worried over, actually."
nikolai held the yoke in one hand and reached over with the other, taking your wrist in a gentle grip. he pulls it towards himself and interlocks your fingers together before lifting your hand up to press a firm kiss to the back of it.
"after this job, we’ll talk everything over." you giggle as the single kiss turned into multiple on the back of your hand and fingers. "i think we’re on the same page, but i’d like to hear you say it."
he hums against your skin before releasing your hand and focusing on the sky again. "anything to please you, принцесса."
the sun was beginning to set over the horizon as the chopper landed, decorating the sky in an assortment of warm hues. dirt and small stones were crushed underneath your boots as you stepped out of the cockpit, taking note of the surrounding area.
you had landed in a field, marked only with a small, abandoned shack set in the middle. most sides of the clearing were surrounded by dense forest as far as the eye could see, though one side had a dirt path that led past it. through the trees, you could make out a road and city lights in the distance.
"we’ll travel the rest of the distance by car," nikolai states, motioning towards a black truck at the close end of the path. "less suspicion, that way."
"who would be suspicious of us, exactly?" you question as you follow him to the vehicle, setting your bag in the back of it. he circles around to the driver’s side and fishes a set of keys out of his pocket, and you get settled in the passenger’s seat once it’s unlocked.
"our contact," he turns the keys in the ignition and starts down the path, towards the road. "he goes by 'lev,' and is a very paranoid man."
you glanced at the mirrors as you turned onto the road, keeping an eye out for any cars potentially following. "if he’s so paranoid, then how did laswell convince him to help us?"
"she didn’t. i did."
you look away from the mirrors to stare at nikolai in confusion. you expected him to be familiar with the contact, but this was news to you. he merely regards you with an easy smile.
"what do you think i spent those weeks doing, милая? i was gathering resources, as always."
"i should’ve known," you shake your head in disbelief, focusing your eyes on the road. the sun had fully sunken over the horizon by this point, blanketing the sky in darkness. "another long drive?"
"shouldn’t be too long, provided we don’t run into any trouble on the way."
ever true to his word, the drive to the meeting location wasn’t long - only about an hour, compared to the day’s trip you’d had already. a few twists and turns down the back roads of the city brought you to an inconspicuous warehouse. had you not known better, you would have assumed the building was abandoned, the only sign of life being the pair of guards standing near the entrance.
"until we reach lev, it would be best to let me do the talking," nikolai says, motioning for you to follow him to the entrance. you silently nod your head and stick close to his side as the two guards regard you with stern glares, hands reaching for the side holsters slightly concealed under their jackets.
nikolai approaches them with a calm smile and greets the pair in russian before striking up a conversation that you could only understand pieces of. you manage to catch the words "meeting," "boss," and "friend" amongst the rest.
one of them men lifts his hand to his earpiece and speaks into it. after a moment’s wait, he nods to the other guard, who then says something to nikolai. you just barely register the word "inside" before the doors are opened for you to walk through. again, you stay close to your companion’s side as you enter, being greeted instantly by a collection of several more armed personnel.
one of the guards nods towards an elevator. you send nikolai a wary glance that he brushes off with a relaxed smile as you two follow what you’re told. however, once the elevator doors slide shut, leaving the two of you alone again, he turns to you.
"listen to me very closely," he says in a low voice, sending an involuntary shiver up your spine. "there is an apartment building a few blocks away. it is one of the only residential buildings in this part of the city, so it’s very hard to miss. if anything happens during this meeting, i want you to go there, with or without me, and go to the apartment on the top floor."
you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other. "are you worried that something is going to go wrong?" you ask, blinking up at him.
"i don’t think that anything will go wrong," he reassures you. "but, i believe that it’s always best to be prepared for the worst, lieutenant."
hard to argue with that logic.
a moment later, the elevator stops and the doors slide open again. more guards dot the short hallway leading to a set of double doors. the pair of guards standing on either side reach for the handles and pull them open when you arrive, revealing a spacious and well-kept office. a far cry from the building’s exterior, you think to yourself.
in the dead center of the room was a large, circular meeting table. to the right was another single door that you gathered led outside. there was a small seating area immediately to your left, and against the far wall sat a simple wooden desk.
the man that sat behind said desk broke into a wide grin upon your entry - lev, you assumed.
he stands from his swivel chair and greets nikolai with an eager handshake. "ah, nikolai, i was starting to wonder when you would show up!" he says, accent thick and heavy, before turning his attention to you. "and, who is this ангел that you’ve brought?"
you instinctively shift a bit closer to nikolai before he answers. "a friend, the one with the task force. she’s here for the information you have." he lifts his hand and presses his palm against the other man’s chest, preventing him from getting any closer to you.
"a friend, i see." lev shoots a knowing glance in his direction. "if she can be trusted, then i have all the information that you need."
he walks to the far end of the meeting table, rapping his knuckles against the surface of it twice, signaling for you to sit down. you oblige and take a seat in one of the chairs, with nikolai sitting in between you and lev. he presents a folder, packed to the point of nearly bursting, and slides it towards you.
"i have done much work with the organizations that you are seeking to dismantle."
you start looking over the contents of the folder. names, locations, battle plans, affiliates - HQ would have a field day with all of it. "what caused you to break up the relationship, then?" you ask while sifting through the papers.
"the business stopped being profitable."
"you seem to have forgotten that you were caught with dirty hands, as well." nikolai adds, his gaze firmly trained on the other russian. you hardly noticed it, too focused on the intel laid out before you.
lev huffs out an amused laugh and nods his head affirmatively. "yes, and you were the one that saved me from a life sentence. i have not forgotten the eternal debt i owe you, my friend." he replies, moving to stand behind his desk once more.
"my sincerest apologies if you were expecting more hospitable treatment, friends, but i have much work to do," he says. you and nikolai are quick to stand up as you tuck the folder under your arm. "i look forward to helping each other again in the future."
you give him a polite smile and move to thank him, before you hear a door lock click behind you. in your peripheral vision, you see a small group - four, maybe five - guards reach for their guns.
nikolai speaks before you can. "what is the meaning of this, lev?" his voice lowers to a near-growl as he takes a step towards the desk.
"it’s nothing personal, old friend. this is merely a favor that my other affiliates asked of me."
"i thought you quit working with them," you tear your attention from the guards and watch as he opens a drawer, pulling a handgun from it. he shrugs, toying with the weapon for a moment.
"i did, but now they are offering more money, and i would be lying if i said that i wasn’t a greedy man."
you barely noticed the object comfortably nestled in the palm of nikolai’s hand out of the corner of your eye - a small canister, easily missed. you focus on it and piece together what it is.
a smoke grenade. clever.
"you are a dead man." is the only warning you get before he tosses the grenade down and fills the room with a thick fog. somewhere behind you, the group of guards open fire, missing you entirely as you vault over the table.
amidst the chaos, you hear nikolai’s voice again. "get out" is all you can understand, but the message is clear. you sprint for the exterior door and bust through it, inhaling deeply as fresh air fills your lungs. shouts come from behind you, reminding you of the contingency plan - fucking run.
you break into a sprint down the stairs to your left, skipping every other step as you descend. within seconds, you were at the front of the building again. as the pair of guards stationed at the entrance are distracted with their earpieces, no doubt receiving orders to shoot you on sight, you continue your mad dash past them and towards the street.
a few bullets land near your feet as you keep running, adrenaline kicking your legs into high gear. you were never the fastest on the team - that title securely belonged to gaz - but, you could certainly outrun most hostiles when it mattered.
you knew you were being chased after turning several corners and still hearing the shouts of your attackers. luckily for you, the aforementioned apartment building was within your sights. much like the warehouse, it looked almost abandoned, and you prayed that you were right this time. the last thing you needed right now was civilian casualties.
the smoke in the room obscured his movements as nikolai cleared the place out, starting with the gaggle of men behind him at the door. two knives and three bullets was all it took for them to lay dead in a pile.
the only one that remained was the bastard cowering behind the desk.
he strides across the room as the smoke begins to clear, bringing him face-to-face with his target. the moment doesn’t last long, as he shoves the gun in the man’s hand out of the way and flings it elsewhere. he grabs the back of lev’s head and slams it against the edge of his desk once, twice, thrice, before lifting it up as he choked for air.
"if your men hurt a single hair on her head," nikolai says, voice gravelly and thick with subdued anger as he leans in close. blood dripped from the man’s face onto the wooden surface below. "not even the deepest pit of hell will be a safe place for you."
nikolai grasps the back of his shirt and throws him to the ground. as he walks towards the same door you ran out of, he stops with a hand on the doorframe.
"i almost forgot," he chuckles and watches the man desperately crawl towards his gun. "consider your debt to me paid in full, ублюдок."
he lifts his gun and shoots him twice before turning around and rushing down the stairs. he couldn’t tell how many men had pursued you, and he didn’t care to wait around for you to tell him yourself. as he slows down briefly to reload his gun, a bullet pierces his left bicep and sends him stumbling forward.
a single man had remained, waiting for him outside. nikolai was quick to finish him off before heading for the apartment building.
hopping over the metal fence, you reach a courtyard that was covered in overgrowth and in desperate need of some maintenance. you duck into a shadowy corner and pull a combat knife out from your jacket.
as the first guard entered the courtyard, pointing his gun in every direction as he searched for you, you lunged at him from behind and dug the knife into his throat. like clockwork.
you turned to face the other guards as they arrived and let go of the knife to grab your gun, concealed but well within reach. meanwhile, your free arm was wrapped around the first guard’s shoulders, using him as a shield against the others’ weapons. after dropping three of them, you release the body and dive for cover again.
ten.
you peek out from your hiding spot and drop another guard as he reaches for a stun grenade. two more stand to his left. you shoot one as he looks away to check the grenade, and the other when his gun runs out of ammo.
seven.
two attempt to flank, moving towards your right side. the first one trips over a branch sticking out from the garden bed and doesn’t get back up. the second one avoids the branch, but doesn’t avoid his friend’s body. you take care of him shortly after.
five.
as you stop to reload, internally patting yourself on the back for remembering your silencer, another pair pushes forward. you grab a stun grenade off your belt and toss it forward, immediately dropping the two after it goes off at their feet.
three.
you aim your gun at the last trio, narrowly avoiding a bullet as it whizzes past your head. before you get the chance to fire at any of them, two fall dead, one right after the other. the last remaining guard hesitates in the confusion, and you take the chance to eliminate him, as well.
cautiously, you move from your cover and look in the direction of the other bullets. your jaw drops as you see nikolai holster his gun and jog towards you, blood dripping from a wound below his shoulder.
"shit, nik– let me help–" you rush towards him and grab his uninjured arm, offering yourself as a support while leading him to the building’s closest entry. you manage to open the door with one hand and guide the both of you inside.
"are you okay, милая?" he asks, letting out a pained grunt as you practically drag his stumbling body up the flights of stairs. the blood loss was starting to affect him, you could tell. "did any of them hurt you?"
"i’m fine, my love. you’re the one losing blood." you tighten your hold as you keep ascending. "this apartment better have a first aid kit, or i’ll have to rip this jacket apart just to bandage you up."
truthfully, he stopped listening after "my love."
after some effort, you reach the top floor. you find the key taped to the bottom of a nearby plant - a shitty hiding spot, you tell nikolai - and unlock the door to the apartment. you manage to help him inside and to a couch in the small living area.
"stay here, i’ll go find something to patch you up with." you say before disappearing down the short hallway. miraculously, the first room you check happens to be the bathroom, which has a first aid kit tucked away below the sink. you grab it and rush back to the living room, where nikolai was struggling to take his jacket off.
with a soft-spoken "let me help," you pull his jacket off and lay it across the arm of the couch, getting his shirt off after and putting it aside.
you try to ignore the sight, you really do. however, seeing his upper half entirely bare for the first time was a distraction that you considered impossible to ignore. he was fit, more muscular than most of the "prime" rookies that you’d seen in recent times. broad-shouldered and strong, with a plethora of scars covering different parts of his arms and torso.
you made a mental note to ask about every single one when you had the time.
"something catch your eye, принцесса?" nikolai asks with an amused laugh. he immediately reaches for his injury after with a soft wince. "perhaps you could continue your staring after this is taken care of."
while attempting to ignore the flush in your cheeks, you open the first aid kit and sit on the couch next to him. you try to fix up the wound as best as you can with what little supplies you have.
"i shouldn’t have run," you confess after a moment passes. "i know you wanted me to, but i shouldn’t have. i left you alone back there."
"i was perfectly fine on my own, my worry was for your safety."
"still, you were hurt because i wasn’t there to help." you manage to close the wound and reach for the rolls of gauze and bandages. "we’re a team, defending each other is part of the job. next time something like this happens, i’m not leaving you alone in a room of hostiles."
"i pray nothing like this happens to us again," he chuckles. "we may be part of the same team, but it is my personal job to keep you safe."
you finish wrapping the bandages around his bicep and set the rest aside as you look up at him. "why?"
"do you really not know why?" he turns to you. a fond smile plays on his lips as you register what he means. you clear your throat and glance towards his arm. "is there anything else i can do to help with that?"
nikolai leans against the back cushion and hums to himself as he thinks. you can tell exactly when he gets an idea, as he sends a mischievous look in your direction.
"a kiss would be nice."
you blink at him. "a kiss?" you ask. he nods his head and lifts his uninjured arm up to pat the top of his thigh, an invitation.
"yes, i think a kiss would make me feel much better. don’t you agree?"
heat creeps up your neck as you carefully crawl over and toss your leg over his own, straddling his lap. his hands immediately drag up the outer sides of your thighs and settle on your hips. he pulls you closer until you’re chest-to-chest, and your hands settle on his shoulders, staying mindful of his injury.
your tongue wets your lips in anticipation. nikolai’s eyes closely follow the movement as he lets a soft sigh slip out, his hips shifting under you.
you lean in and press your lips against his, gentle but firm. he reciprocates without any hesitation, his right hand lifting to cup your face. after a few seconds, you feel his tongue slowly drag along the seam of your lips, encouraging you to part them. you oblige and he deepens the kiss with an appreciative hum.
the two of you finally part moments later, breathing deeply. you tilt your head forward to press your forehead against his as your hand moved from his injured shoulder to the back of his neck.
"better?" you murmur against his lips.
you feel him smile. "much better, but i think i may need more."
with a soft laugh, you close the small distance again. nikolai is slow and steady as he shifts on the couch, laying you on your back as he leans over you. he holds himself up on one hand and uses the other to rub gentle circles on your hip with his thumb.
your arms circle around his neck as you try to pull his body impossibly closer, feeling a fresh wave of heat course through your veins as he groans softly against your lips and slowly grinds his hips into yours.
he suddenly shifts and pulls away, cursing under his breath as he sits back on his knees. his hand leaves your hip to grip just under the bandage on his arm.
"are you okay?" you ask, sitting up on your elbows. you worried that the wound reopened, though he nodded to indicate that he was fine.
"i just put too much weight on it," he sighs and stares down at you. "we can continue."
as he leans forward to press his lips to yours again, you stop him with a hand against his bare chest. "i would love nothing more than to continue, but… maybe we should wait until you’re healed up before going any further, yeah?"
you’ve never seen such an intimidating man pout until now.
"but–" nikolai starts to argue before you shush him, pressing your forefinger against his lips. "no 'buts,' love. i just patched you up, you’re not ripping that wound open for sex on an old couch."
he motioned towards the hallway with his head. "there is a bed in the bedroom."
you furrow your brows and shake your head at him. "until you can perform without risking major blood loss, it’s a 'no.'"
with an overdramatic sigh, he shifts and lowers himself, resting on top of you with his head on your chest. you stifle a giggle as your fingers stroke his hair, a touch he leans in to.
"how long do gunshots take to heal?" he asks, voice slightly muffled against your shirt.
"a few weeks to a few months, generally." you hum while gently running your hand against the side of the bandages.
you’re unable to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter as he loudly groans in frustration and curses several times into your chest.
translations:
милая (milaya) - dear/darling
моя сладкая (moya sladkaya) - my sweet
принцесса (printséssa) - princess
ангел (angel) - angel
ублюдок (ublyudok) - bastard
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Hi! This is my mammon centered Obey Me! Fanfic
This is also a cross post on my Wattpad (PrettyTired8) and my AO3 (which I don't have yet but it will be crossposted when I get one! Update: I have one it's ImPrettyTired)
If you enjoy please like it helps me know if I should post the next chapter.
Tw mentions of disorder eating, drinking, self harm, and arguing.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 1-
When Mammon heard someone banging on his door he knew it wasn't good. It was never good. He felt a throbbing headache as each bang only seemed to amplify the pain. Whatever was being said to him was muffled and unintelligible and yet he knew exactly what was going on.
He tried to tell whoever was outside the door to stop, though for a split second it had seemed as if he had lost his voice. The smell of alcohol hitting his nose as attempted to say something became a clear indicator that he was just hungover.
Finally after a few seconds he croaked out:
"I'll be down there in a minute."
His throat burning as he said it. He hears the footsteps fading as he forces himself off the bed. His lights nearly blinding him when he turned them on.
Mammon decided to take his sweet time. He knew some sort of punishment awaited him so why not? It would only mean less times with his siblings and is that really a bad thing? It might be better if he skips breakfast entirely.
He stood in the shower trying desperately to distract himself, he felt all the terrible thoughts he tried to erase come back to him
"Worthless"
"Greedy"
"Scummy"
Any attempt to silence the voices only made them grow louder.
"Die"
Hits his head with a closed fist a few time. It hurts but it helps him get out of his head, even if it's for a short while.
He finally gets out of the shower and begins brushing his teeth hoping to get the alcohol smell from his mouth.
He puts on his RAD uniform, and heads down stairs
He feels his brothers eyes on him as soon as he walks in. He didn't look up as he didn't want to look at his family.
"Look who's finally awake." He didn't bother with a response
"Could you have taken any longer?"
It was Satan who sounded quite annoyed at Mammon's arrival
"Yes, yes I really could" he thought.
"I was just tired"
"Tired? Or hungover?" Said Asmo.
"Can I not be both?" He thought while glaring at his shoes.
"Just tired." He mumbled
"Are you hungry? You weren't at dinner last night." He looked up, it was Beelzebub, his younger brother.
"Oh fuck" he thought. He forgot he didn't have dinner last night
"Nah I ain't hungry, and I ate while I was out. You can have my food if ya' want"
That was a lie of course unless alcohol counts as a food in that case he had a full course meal.
"Thanks!" Beel beamed.
The room was filled with silence once again
"I'll see ya' later"
He walks out not wanting to make things worse for himself. As he was leaving he hears the room fill with laughter and conversation once again almost as if he was the issue.
His mind racing with only negative thoughts as he heads to school.
----
Mammon doesn't really enjoy school. He doesn't see the use and even if he did, he can't get himself to do the work.
Being hungover and hungry doesn't help much. He placed his head down as a useless attempt to relax himself.
"Mammon" his teacher calls out
"What?" He snapped, though he didn't mean for it to come out like that.
"Can you try to be like your siblings and answer this? Correctly?
He heard stifled laughter from the class
He looked up at the board. He actually know the answer but hates the snarky remark that come with the question.
So he chose to put his head back down and pretend that the teacher wasn't talking to him.
"You know that's better than most answers I get from you" he heard the teacher mumble.
Even when sitting in the back he could still hear.
He chucks the pencil and it barely misses the teacher hitting beside him he gets up and walks towards the teacher
"Say that again you piece of-"
----
Sometimes Mammon feels as though he doesn't think about the consequences of his actions
If he steals something he could get punished, if he takes out a loan that he knows he won't be able to pay back, he'll probably have to deal with someone who wants their money.
And he tries to fight his teacher for "no apparent reason" he would have to answer for it.
Mammon now stood in the student council room, looking everywhere but the two people in front of him.
"Mammon do you have anything to say for yourself" Diavolo said calmly but clearly annoyed.
"I never liked that class."
"Mammon just because you dislike the class does not give you the right to try and fight your teacher" said Lucifer, trying his hardest to not slap his brother right then.
"Maybe he shouldn't had said nothing "
"Look Mammon you seem stressed, if you truly hate the class that much we can get you placed in a different one, but I expect you to apologize" Diavolo said.
"I'm not apologizing." He watched Diavolo and Lucifer grow more inpatient at his childish act.
Mammon wanted to be anywhere but in this room
Mammon started walking away. He heard his brother telling him to come back but he kept walking out.
"If it bothers ya' that much you can say sorry for me" then he left.
----
Mammon now sat by himself on a rooftop. It was the best place to be alone with no one to bother you. He goes up here to be alone. After leaving RAD he sat up here and thought about everything. He skipped his last classes and it was now after school. There's some people leaving while others staying for club activities.
Which reminded him that he has a student council meeting today. Which only added to his growing frustration.
He should apologize to Diavolo. Not because he feels bad but he would rather avoid dealing with his older brothers anger for what he did. Lucifer will still be absolutely livid but it may help a small bit if he says sorry before he gets home.
He remembers why he was drinking yesterday. He had broken some stupid vase and while normally he he was just as annoyed with himself as everyone else
He laid down, recalling the previous day.
"Why couldn't you have just watched where you we're going you idiot" mammon thought as picked up the pieces of the vase from the floor
"Why do they keep you around if you keep doing stuff like this?" He was now clutching at the pieces in his hands. It must have been to hard though as they began to bleed, but instead of being he was quite calm. Then he decided to go out for drinks.
He then remembers how he has behaved today. Not like his usual self. He doesn't want anyone to worry.
----
He stood in the doorway and watched everyone get ready for the meeting.
"Lord Diavolo?"
"Oh Mammon I just sent Lucifer out to do something" with his signature grin almost as if he had forgotten their previous exchange
Or as if he was trying his hardest to hide his irritation.
"I'm sorry"
"He should be back soon though" Diavolo said slightly confused.
"No I'm sorry for leaving while you were talkin' and for getting so upset, I just didn't want to admit you two were right"
"Oh"
Everyone in the room seemed genuinely caught off guard by his apology. Then Leviathan began laughing.
"Are you saying this to avoid Lucifer's punishment. You know that's not gonna work right? You idiot."
Mammon caught himself before he could yell back.
"Can I not be sorry? I admit I was wrong am I not allowed to?"
The room was silent once again.
"I'll apologize to that teacher later but I don't think he wants to see me right now."
"I'll accept your apology." Diavolo said while patting his back.
Then Mammon sat down and looked around his eyes landing on Lucifer walking into the room towards Diavolo. He has no clue how long he had been there. Secretly hoping he didn't hear the apology, but judging by Lucifers eyes landing on Mammon during whatever Diavolo was saying to him he seriously doubted that.
He stared at his hands for the rest of the meeting.
---
His punishment wasn't nearly as bad as he expected. Sure the lecture was long and being hung upside down was uncomfortable but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Guess apology might have helped more than he was expecting.
He sat in his room with a knife in his hands he wanted the feeling he got when the glass was had cut his hands. he wants to feel happy.
Or at least he wants to feel something
"This is so stupid" he thought as he stared down at the knife. "I'm really stupid" he made three cuts: one on his palm, one on his wrist, and one on his upper arm. He had only ment to make one yet the feeling he got drove him to make more.
It hit him what he had just done as he quickly started to wash his wrist and the knife and place bandages on the cuts.
He turns off the lights and crawls into bed. He wasn't going to sleep though. He began to cry and only stopped once he fell asleep.
He forgot dinner again.
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