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dc x dp snippet? idea? not too sure....
Essentially amity park is a front. The whole town was designed to recruit member for an evil group. The end game to destroy the justice league. My brain took the idea and ran with it. I may continue this. I may not.
Amity Park had always been a strange place. For as log as anyone could remember. A gimmick, a spooky town. It played its role perfectly. No one really looked into it. No one saw the mad scientist or weapons facility as odd. Who would ever think to investigate a tourist trap. The showier they were the more believable. The Fenton’s were assets at keeping tourist gullible, their driving, and obsession sold the show. Keeping the tourist distracted and money coming in. Who would notice the laser watches, they just looked normal. Any ghost attack was just a show. Any damage done and its fixed the next day as if It was planned. The town had was obviously committed to there “haunted” town.
Ghost hunters in amity just made sense. Walking around with weapons was a normal and not suspicious. Locals didn’t care and anyone else thought it was part of the gig. The bigger the dramatics the more they could get away with. With all the chaos and attacks the tourist would be distracted.
It let them track anyone who came into town. They would check in visitors with the guise of making sure they stayed in the living world. Waivers had to be signed or there was no entry permitted.
No one to see how all the kids were more observant, no one to see the the gym coach or classes, no one to see the experiments, and no one to notice the secret town meetings while the children slumbered.
The meetings discussing the children and how they’ve advanced. Who needed to be terminated, who was improving and who would soon be integrated into the loop. Every year they discussed the first-year students. It was there last chance to become incorporated or “move” after high school. They couldn’t risk any of them leaving the town unless they were in the loop.
After all of if the kids thought their schooling was normal, they’d never question it. The president challenge was harder then most. Why would an average school require flips off the bars or the ability to scale a rope to the roof if a building. The last two years of high school centered around obstacle courses, agility and parkour in gym.
An amity child leaving without being in the fold could be catastrophic. It would only take one to alert authorities for a slight inconvenience. Authorities could be paid to look the other way or easily put down. A hero however would be a headache to deal with. This town was the center of there recruiting. It was do or die.
Now the organization will admit the ghost were a welcomed surprise. A front row sear to watch the progress the kids had. They expected the jocks or even geeks to manage it the best. The seniors to take arms and manage the threat at the very least. The oddball trio was not what they had wanted or expected.
Those three were the problem students after-all. One so into technology it would be hard to keep him in line. The network was heavily blocked a monitored but using him was an issue. He had nearly bi-passed there security on accident. Imagine if he knew what was going on. Then the goth, the activist. She was too much an individual, free thought and radical views. They’d have to break her spirit. Then there was Danny Fenton.
He had promise in the beginning. Well rounded. Wasn’t so caught up in improving others as his sister. Held good grades through elementary and through middle school and was the golden candidate until the previous summer. No longer set to focus on study’s but off with his friends.
As Sam had grown falling away from their potential, she dragged Danny and Tucker with her. Both now had more individual thoughts and opinions straying from his parents. His grades had dropped even before the ghost. Just to A- or so. Attempts to steer them away from her only brought them closer.
If they couldn’t get sam in line they’d have to cut there loses. They’d lose a good potential hacker, the masons would need a new heir someone they could actually mold to gain more funds and business, and they’d lose a potential leader or scientist.
Cutting just Sam would have led to problems. They had tried. Sam was abruptly moved for a week to see what would happen. The guise a business trip. Danny and tucker given no notice. The two took matters in their hands and hunted for her. They nearly discovered the truth of the town. Only once the Fentons explained she was on a trip did they calm down. The trio were deemed lost causes. They were set to bet terminated.
Two weeks before the plan was set to eliminate them the ghost appeared, and it was them who took charge. Now the ghost was always planned, the Fenton’s had been close to opening the portal. So close to new weapons and infinite power supply. Nothing they had done activated the portal. But the problem trio when left alone somehow got it working. The power from the portal shorted the cameras in the lab and they were unable to see how.
Sam and tucker were out on the field. They were learning at a rapid pace. With them constantly fighting and winning. The three were considered candidates again. They’d still have to break the girl, it was worth the effort now. Add the fact they had a viable solution now.
The newest hero of amity park. Phantom.
Phantom himself would simple a ghost to take care of. Allowing the Fenton to play around for now. What fun was a hunt to them if they couldn’t play with there prey. Once it was time to rid themselves of the pest the Fenton’s could truly hunt.
For now, phantom was getting Sam and Tucker more suited for future missions. He could keep “his” team for now. Danny was obviously the one with the plan. He was never with them but had to be the main contact with phantom. Whenever Danny was around phantom would show to clear his messes.
The surprise reunion with Vlad confirmed their suspicion. Not to mention the Youngblood incident. Danny led his schoolmates to board the ship and free their parents. Only once the ghost shield was down did he go and contact phantom to come handle the rest.
An accident would be in order. It was only a matter of time until the trio grew stagnant and needed more focused teaching. The masons were still an asset they just would not be allowed to be a caretaker again. Jeremy and Pamela mason still were the main source of income. The two were good the schmoozing. Sam would just have to manage field work with her business persona as her “grandmother” had. The Fenton’s were non-negotiable and a necessity to the group. If the need arises, they be allowed to raise another.
The foleys would work. They were good caretakers but served no other purpose to the group. Framing phantom for there deaths should be enough to ignite a need for revenge and break the group apart. Introduce a new fourth to them after the shock wore off.
Valerie had grown as well. She would be brought into the loop soon. The red huntress would be an asset. Her original purpose no longer mattered. Valerie would be easy to recruit. All it seemed to take was some money and a reason to dislike a group. All it took for her to despise ghost was her father losing his job, one of the groups smartest moves yet.
Good thing that reason was already in motion. The anti-ecto acts were set to be announced tomorrow. The justice league would publicly denounce the acts within an hour. They had no reason to condemn an entire species that had shown no sign of aggression. Most ghost weren’t even visible to the public.
With Amitys gimmick who would believe the reports of supposed ghost destruction. Viral videos of it just to be explained through special effects. Keep the rest of the world believing the gimmick and the young in amity only seeing the disbelief.
The justice league would be the key to their own demise. Events have been ruined, the children had been infected by the ghost flu, Sam had been kidnapped by a ghost, and the constant attacks on the school. This was the wedge they needed to keep them in line. To bring them into the fold. The towns caretakers would make sure any opinions of the hero’s would be bad. The only mentions of the hero’s permitted of the hero’s online would be failures and misunderstandings.
Citizens of the infinite realm and ghost were two very different species. Not that the children would ever be allowed to know.
Soon the justice league would fall.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#justice league#if anyone likes this idea take it an run with it#the presidential challenge in micro management made my brain think#it went hard#but like the town is odd#I’m pretty sure the only time cops are in the show is when freak show is happening#the last episode doesn’t count. cause it didn’t happen#the high schoolers are fit#like they had to do a flip off the rope or bar (my mind blanks)#sam’s grandmother is amazing#granny who can fight#i don’t have a name for the group#i blame my sleep pills and a root canal for this actually being written#y’all take care of your teeth today#it’s mentally taxing but worth it if you can do it#the Giw are meant to make the problem look like it’s being taken seriously#there is a reason they are bad at there job#no one can tell me Maddie mrs black belt isn’t purposefully not capturing phantom#Im thinking all the kids could be kidnapped. add to the drama#idk maybe some are hero’s kids#the trio won’t stand for it#Valerie won’t stand for it#she deserves to be redeemed#she could of had such a better arc after the Danni incident
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The Dog And The Deer
Alastor x werewolf/dog GNreader
ever since i found out alastor was attacked by dogs i awaited for a fic with a dog reader but alas i never found one, honestly love the idea so i splurged one out but im not sure im the happiest with it. also thank you to anyone who read my lucifer x reader it’s pretty wild like that many ppl liked it made my butthole pucker tbh. i hope y’all enjoy this kiss kiss
warnings: no YN, no alluding to or mentioning of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour or gender, morally grey reader(maybe?), descriptions of blood and animal death (nothing gorey yuck), cannibalism on alastors part, swearing, slowburnish, i think that’s all?
words: 4K
Alastor’s eye twitched watching as the mutt demon trotted around the hotels foyer with Angel. There was no worse stench then that of a dog. One of the few traumatic memories Alastor still holds close is the smell of wet dog along with memories of their jaws and teeth. Although, no one would ever catch him showing how uncomfortable your presence made him, that’d take away the image he’s created and potrayed throughout his nearly hundred years of being dead.
Yet as much as he hated every bit of your demonic form, he couldn’t help the slight tinge of desire to get closer to you, strange as it may be. You’re charasmatic and expressive, you let your ears and tail display the emotions you felt freely without holding back like he did. You got along with everyone at the hotel perfectly and you seemed to have a head on your shoulders; helping Charlie out with problems she couldn’t solve, and quipping back with fast remarks to insults thrown at you. Hell, you even got on Husks good side, a literal cat, a dogs worst enemy and vice versa.
Luckily no patron paid mind to the fact he always took the furthest spot from you at the table, or how his eyes never met yours in conversation, or that he never directly talked to you, more at you before walking off. No, nobody cares about his distance between himself and you, and if they did they knew better than to bring it up to him. Therefore he worried not about confronting you- that was up until this point. Watching with an unamused look, eyes lidded as he followed your figure waving bye to Angel and turning to him. You practically skipped your way over to him with a smile and he fought make the urge to get up and zip away.
You on the other hand, despite knowing his carnage good and well, respected the demon for the formalities he carried, as well as the little mortality he did have. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how much he seemingly hated you, you weren’t dense, but Charlie explained that Alastor was a generally private and mysterious overlord so you chalked it up to being his ‘thing’ paid no mind.
You will admit though, you were hoping that after a month or so of attending the hotel, he’d open up to your presence a little more. He wouldn’t. But! He still fed you when he cooked, woke you when you slept in, and kept you out of harms way as he did the other attendees, as well as escort you out whenever others were busy.
After a gossip session with Angel last night, you two concluded it was time to get to the bottom of the situation. Angel immediately went to the assumption he either wanted to fuck, or kill you, which you hoped he didn’t want to kill you, thankfully you moved along the topic by distracting Angel with other topics. You knew Angel out of anyone would be able to sniff out the fact you had the hots for the radio deer.
But that conversation is what landed you beside the radio demon on the couch, who statically crackled as you did so. “Hello Alastor, you look relaxed today, how’s everything going.” The deers eye twitched, a slight fog of black lingered up and around the couch, his smile strained and you could hear the sound of staticy disembodied voices in and around you.
You weren’t stupid to the fact he didn’t like you for sure now, but you were stupid enough to pretend you didn’t know. So you stayed smiling nervously up at him, but he simply stared forward. And after a few short moments he seemed to perk up ever so slightly snapping up and out of it. “Well my dear, i am doing just fantastic! Today has been one of leisure, i very rarely get to take those!” He exclaimed broadcaster voice in full effect, the smog and stactic zipped away as he composed himself entirely. You relaxed just slightly feeling just a little more welcomed. “That’s good to hear Al, I’m glad you get some time to yourself. You’ve done a lot with your magic for this place. Must be draining.” Alastor hummed daring to take a peak down at you.
You seemed to have all guards down around him, your canines poked out of your mouth slightly, quietly your tail thumped happily beside you, which he admittedly found to be quite adorable and idiotic why aren’t you more alert?. “You’re too kind darling, too kind. But I must go, I have to prepare my dinner.” Standing Alastor dusted himself off and swung his arms behind him, but before he could get anywhere you stood with him, your tail rapidly wagging. “Could i help?” Alastor’s ear twitched at that, his escape plan wasn’t very effective.
“Well, my dear, it’d be a little difficult, i like my meat, fresh.” His voice dropped an octave static taking over his voice, this time though he properly looked down at you, meeting your gaze. It sickened him that the first thing that crossed his mind was how enchanting your eyes are. You were a breed of demon he’d rather not associate with, and any lovey dovey emotion weakened his demonic image, and scrambled his mind with confusing emotions he’d rather not confront.
“Don’t worry Al, Vaggie told me you eat deer, i don’t really see the big deal about that one. Maybe i can try some.. oh do you hunt? I can totally catch it for you, this dog body is built for that!” You said hurriedly standing alongside him hands clasped in front of you almost like you were begging. Never would you say so, but were desperate to spend some time with him, it was stressful walking on eggshells all the time just for him.
Alastor’s eyebrows rose, he was decently pleased with the idea of a hunting partner, shrugging his shoulders he agreed, humming indifferently at you. “Follow me sweetheart, there are no deer out here!” Grinning wildely you skipped behind him, finally getting the attention you so desperately wanted from him. You mostly hid the longing to have the same attention the others got, while he literally pulled the others toward him, he kept metaphorically pushing you away. He never pulled you into song and dance, touched you, talked to you, hell half the time he wouldn’t even look at you as if you were a ghost. You also tried to interrogate everyone on his behaviour without appearing to obsessed, luckily the only one who seemed to notice this frantic questioning was Husk.
Husk was a good guy though, and took it with ease promising to not mention the sudden interest in Alastor and his behaviour. He did warn you to ‘watch your ass’ diggin into business that wasn’t your own. Outside of Husk mentioning that Alastor’s never been a fan of animals, a one off thing you barely paid mind to, the investigation left you empty handed. Nobody at the hotel really understood Alastor’s behaviour. Or Alastor in general, but you held hope they would.
“Here we are my dear,” Alastor exclamiend theatrically swinging his door open and leading you inside to the woody section of his room with his microphone positioned in the middle of your back. The furthest he’s ever gone to touch you, in truth. Focusing your eyes ahead you didn’t look around much, not wanting to be rude and stare at everything, though it was hard. You wanted to see how he liked things in his personal space, when he was all alone.
“Is this like a personal farm or something, are you like a breeder or…” You questioned quirking a brow up at him. Alastor chuckled quietly you could hear an audience echoing his laugh around the two of you. “No no, this!” He exclaimed stretching his arms out toward the greenery. “Is a glimpse straight into the forest, where the freshest of meats frolic.” Alastor looked back at you wicked grin on his face. “Ready to show me what you’re capable of, pup?”
Swinging his microphone around he then stuck it out toward the wilderness. With what he said you felt the need to impress him, so with smile and a nod you took off. After fifteen minutes, you returned. Alastor stood impatiently picking at his claws bored expression gracing his face, although his smile still present. Considering you planned to show off, you came back full demonic form on display and with two deer; one deer, sagged dead between your teeth, the other in your grasp.
Once Alastor decided to look up from his nails, he was petrified, and fought against the urge to flee like the prey he was reborn as. Alastor wouldn’t ever admit his fear directly but it was palpable, you could even smell it on him thanks to the fact you had the heightened ability to smell the stress hormones. To Alastors defence you appeared more dog than sinner at this point, a twisted mutation of what could’ve been a dog or possibly werewolf, he wasn’t sure and honestly neither were you. What he was sure of was that it made him nauseous looking at you and angry that you had that effect on him by simple existing.
Coming back to yourself, and what you’d typically look like, you dropped the deer at his feet, but he only stared at you, particularly your blood covered teeth. “Alastor what’s wrong? Uh, whatever happens in the forest stays in the forest?” You quickly say, panicking at such a display, you didn’t know him that well and visually you couldn’t entirely pick up on what he was thinking but you could pick up the way his blood rushed quicker through his veines, and how he clenched his teeth tighter than ever. “Nothing.” He snapped out fast as ever, but what shocked you most is the radio static in his voice left completely, you actually heard him.
Stepping an inch closer, testing the waters, you slowly reach out to his arm. Your gaze was locked on his eyes to try and find anything that could have given you the slightest hint at whether or not to pull away, but you found none. So crossing your fingers, metaphorically, you closed the small gap between you and him, very gently placing your hand on his arm.
Quietly you spoke. “I’m not sure whats wrong Al, but i know something’s up, and I know how you like to protect your image so don’t worry, i swear on my after life i won’t tell a soul about this.” Much to his dismay, he gave into your words of comfort, his posture falling slightly. Alastor’s smile never fell, but other parts of him did, like his ears and finally his eyes. He looked down to you and you could finally tell something was seriously fucked with how easily he let himself give in. “I was attacked by dogs before i died, is all, my dear. Ahhh, sometimes those pesky human emotions still remain present.“
“Is that why you avoided me?” You questioned putting the pieces together. With more confidence you moved a step closer to him, and he made no moves to stop you. “Yes, I apologize for my rude display, I’m not fond of dogs.” You inwardly scoffed. Dog, you were like, more of a werewolf anyways which was way cooler. “Well Alastor, what better way to overcome discomfort than befriending a dog! Than you’ll never have to worry about any dog sinner getting the upper hand!” Somewhere in that sentence was comedy gold, apparently, considering Alastor erupted into insane laughter which just had you awkwardly standing there watching as he vibrated joyfully.
Once his cackling was finished, he wiped away a non existent tear and bent toward you. With a pinch of your cheek Alastor gently shook your head side to side. “How adorable you are, someone getting the upper hand? On me? Ahah! Now i see why you and Husker get along so well! Silly little house pets, assuming such silly things.” You gently pushed his hand away a little upset by the quick switch in demeanour, not that he’s not been like this before, he was known for this. “Well, whatever, i meant well. Anyyhoo, does that mean we’re cool now?”
Al cocked his head to the side, repeating ‘cool’ to himself as if he didn’t know the word before shaking his head, and confirming that you two were indeed ‘cool now’. “Perhaps we should hunt together more often my dear, after all i’ve never had someone bend over and swear secrecy in return for nothing. You must be dying for a little bit of private time with me.” Gaping at him you watched as he turned his back and started a walking away. Snapping his fingers, the deer disappeared from your feet and reappeared on a table, big enough for two.
“Yeah right, I’d never that’s, uh, barf y’know.” You muttered collecting yourself, still a little ashamed he had seen right through you. “Come, dig in! After all this was your catch my little pet, it’d be so unkind to leave you without. Dogs do enjoy that, correct? Rewards.” Now sat across from him, your mouth fell in a flat line, ears drawn down. “Yeah, sure, just as much as deers like to be eaten huh? Why don’t you hop up on the table deer, doggy wants their reward.” You shot back, possibly a bit flirtatiously as you’d truly prefer him being your treat, your reward.
A record scratch sounded out from him, effectively causing a silence to wash over the two of you. You coughed, and a meek smile graced your face as you eyed the meat in front of you, then back to his eyes. Alastor seemed to be in quiet contemplation as he looked at you, his smile once open, now closed but his eyes relaxed signalling that he wasn’t going to launch himself over the table and maim you for what you said.
You both sat watching each other seeing as he made no movement or noise. The silence made your worried mind wander, while other parts of your mind foolishly wondered if what you said sparked any particular interests in him.
After all, you believed it was pretty hard to miss the double entendre there especially when you purred it out to him like a horn dog succubus. Sitting up straighter in an attempt to conceal your anxieties, you met Alastors calm gaze that never strayed from your form. It was like he could see straight into your mind and your heart kicked up with the worry of ‘could he read fucking minds.’
“So! I’ve seen you and the spider have gotten along swimmingly. Tell me, why does such a shy thing like yourself prance around with such a fellow? One that draws unruly attention wherever he goes?” Alastor finally broke the silence materializing a fork and a knife to dig into his meat. You were relieved the tension finally broke and you could move past the comment, for now. However bringing up the topic of Angel seemed quite calculated on his part.
“Angels amazing, especially when you get to know him Al. Plus, he knows what it’s like to be pushed around by men, he never puts me in the position where i’m the target of some sleazes desire.” You rant turning the dead deer towards you, not bothering to ask for cutlery as you planned to dig in- claws and teeth. “Hm, i suppose that could be true my dear, but i can’t help but be skeptical seeing how utterly opposite the two of you are.” You waved a hand lazily, ripping into the deers leg and nawshing down.
“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” Alastors eyebrows quirked at your rude gesture, that being speaking with your mouth full, but he wasn’t too surprised as he reminded himself you were just a dog. “It’s as clear as a sunny day pup! You are so unsure of yourself! Oh my, I just love watching you shrink into yourself at the sight of any demon outside the hotel. One of my favourite past times is walking around the ring with you as you shake like a chihuahua that lost its mother!” You watched mouth full as he threw his head back and laughed, again, quite theatrically.
The laugh track sounded with him as he did so, his ears perked happily, hand draped over his heart. You couldn’t be mad at what he said when he just looked so, adorably goofy. Obviously you hated being in hell and near other sinners, they were gross the majority of them wanted to harm you in some way, so you weren’t bothered at all that he could tell you were afraid of them, but you were curious as to why he decided to steer the conversation this way.
“Well Alastor, we’re all afraid of something. Oh and by the way- even though you only come to watch me cower- i still enjoy whenever we go out together.” You admit switching between inspecting your meat and looking at Alastor as he ate his. Alastor covered up the shock that he felt by taking a few silent bites. Briefly he reflected on what there was to like, after all he barely spoke to you during the outtings, he always walked fast and slightly ahead of you so you were always racing to catch up, he couldn’t find a single reason you’d enjoy being with him.
“Do you?” He finally inquired his head falling to the side, looking up to him you nodded, swallowing before speaking this time. “Yeah, truthfully it’s entertaining to me too. Watching everyone around us move away from you, whisper n gossip about you, all while you pay no mind with your head up, unbothered. Oh! And your radio too, I am not sure if you notice, but when you hum your radio just hums out with you, it’s nice especially since i’m too afriad to put in a headset. Oh and of course, you make me feel safe.”
Leaning forward slightly, Alastor placed his silverware down and placed his elbows on the table. Behind him his tail subconsciously wagged, pleased to hear that you had felt safe with him. It was an unusual emotion that sparked through his chest and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like he was loosing control to another sinner, and that was a big no no.
Alas, Alastors curiousity outweighed his distaste for the emotion soaring through him and instead decided to full speed ahead into it. Perhaps because that felt like he in some way gained control back by choosing to breathe into it rather than run. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” Alastor started slowly, dragging out his words buying him time for what to say next. “Had I known before i could’ve arranged something. You do know i have quite the little posse of shadows on my side, correct?”
Alastors eyes were lidded watching you lean back in your seat ever so slightly, shadows beginning to wisp around the floor by your feet. “I didn’t think you’d do that for me Al.” Resting his head on his hand, he ‘tsked’ at you. “And why is that my dear.” The expression on your face read pretty clearly as ‘are you kidding me’ but Alastor wanted to hear you speak. “To me it was pretty obvious, up until this point I had asssumed you hated me!”
The frustrated exclamation really didn’t bother him, instead he kissed his teeth, rolled his eyes and shook his finger like a scolding mother. “Silly pup, you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me.” Rolling your eyes right back you cracked a smile at him. It seemed to you he was trying to banter along with you, which was progress, and made your stomach flip. “Oh shush Alastor, you absolutely loathed my presence up until you could find a use for me.”
Alastor hummed flatly, checking out his claws. “Not true.” Snapping his fingers the deer left untouched disappeared leaving the table barren. Alastor stood and undid his coat walking away leaving you hanging. Shocked by his sudden reaction, you stood the table vanishing behinfd you. “What do you mean Al?” He hung up his jacket, now left only in his vest you standing behind in patiently. Once hung up Alastor turned to you and smiled mischievously down at you. Before you could question him, he grabbed your face under your chin and grasping your cheeks.
“Oh my silly little dog, you think your form was the only thing pushing me away. No,” Gawking up at him as he invaded your space for the first time in your months of being here, he stood inches away from you forcing your head up to look into his eyes. “I admit, i’ve been dealing with more unpleasant emotions than fear. You’re quite divine, you know.”
You felt like you were melting and your heart raced in your chest and the radio demon looked down at you with a softness you’d never seen in his eyes before. His hand released your cheeks and instead he started gently caressing you, loving the way you shivered just at his touch. “You’re hard to put up with, my dear. Allow me to confess you’ve been the the most difficult sinner to rid from my mind. Silly as that may be. I have ridiculous thoughts about what you may think of me, how i look, my golly i even ponder whether you desire my presence when i push you away. I also wonder what other undeserving sinners have your attention, have their paws on you.”
As he spoke he inched closer to your face, his hand cupping your cheek while the other ghosted up your arm, barely making contact with your flesh. You felt weak at the knees as he hovered above you with suck a coy smile, his red eyes looking straight into your own. “Al..” You trailed off almost warningly, but all he did was hum lazily bringing his face even closer to yours.
You could smell his fragrance one you couldn’t fully pinpoint as one thing. Definitely a cologne of sorts, mixed with blood, deer guts, and the faintest scent of pine. “Tell me sweetheart,” Alastor started dragging his hand from your cheek to gently grabbing your neck, making you swallow. “Do you hold the same interest in me as i do you?”
He almost sounded as if he was mocking you when he asked, but you were too lost in a haze from this fucked up foreplay he had going on to notice. Instead you nodded just barely moving your head but you knew he’d see it. “Of course you do, good little pup. I noticed.” Alastor hissed out darkly before pulling you by your neck flush against his body.
You squeaked but it was hushed by Alastors lips connecting with your own. You hands flew up to his chest grabbing on for dear life. In fairness the kiss was pretty soft, but you were so shocked your body reacted a bit harshly. He kept his smile against your lips, you matching his pace unashamed at how quick you kissed him back. His right hand kept on your throat controlling how close you were to him while his other hand danced up to your head to push your lips closer to his.
Pulling away abruptly Alastor shot up straight suddenly holding you at a distance by both shoulders. Your body ragdolled to his command barely catching your footing as you were in a lovey dovey haze. “Perhaps that is enough for today! Don’t want to get carried away now! You deserve proper treatment from a gentlemen!” Broadcaster voice back in play, you winced as he tonned down his volume for quite awhile up until this point.
However your annoyance didn’t last seeing as Alastor actually wanted to go out with you, so instead you smiled up at him. “How kind of you Al, maybe we can have more deer?” Dusting yourself of invisible dirt, Alastors hands retreated behind his back. “Of course my deer sounds like a gas! But for tonight perhaps we should relax. I have to get to a meeting within the next few hours, but i thoroughly enjoyed our time today!”
Smiling at him as he lead you to his door this time his hand pressed gently against the small of your back. “I really enjoyed it too Al, especially the part when you kissed me that was my fave.” You teased watching as he looked away his ears tilting to the sides ever so slightly.
“Yes, well, i did as well. Now then! Carry on i must get appropriate, ta-ta!” He exclaimed pushing you out of his room and shutting the door behind you, and while you giddily ran off hyped to tell Angel about everything, Alastor collapsed against the door smile strained heart pounding in his chest, incredibly uncomfortable with how to deal with these emotions, but please at the same time with experiencing something he’d not felt before.
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Oh my stars so I saw your post for Hazbin hotel requests can I PLEASE get a reader w Sir Pentious who is low-key jealous of his crush on cherry but he ends up getting w reader in the end?
I would love you forever 🙏
yurp, I gotchu. I love cherpentious with my entire heart but anything for y’all 🫡
edit : THERE IS NOW A PART TWO!
Somethin’ Stupid - Sir Pentious
words : 1.77k, slight warning for ep 6 stuffs
God, this fucking sucked.
Cherri, who was - and you don’t mean to be direct, or self-loathing - downright fucking gorgeous, had been bribed to take you all out to a bar - well no, that wasn’t the exact instructions, but it was clear enough that Charlie didn’t expect much more from her. So here you were, slouched back on a vodka-stained couch in the corner of this bar, Husk lounging beside you while Nifty giggled and played with his fur, and your oh so beloved Sir Pentious across from you.
You kicked back another shot of whatever Angel had brought to you, pretending to find whatever Husk had just said funny (you were far too caught up in the way Sir Pentious was goo goo eyeing a certain Cherri Bomb.) and Husk spoke up, eyebrows furrowed.
“What’s up your ass today, kid?” He said flatly with a swig of his beer, raising one of his eyebrows as you finally snapped your attention back to him, trying to smile non-chalantly as you watched your beloved little drunken ball of insecurity slither towards Cherri again from the corner of your eye. “ ‘ts nuthin, Husk. Leave it.” You say with an annoyed sigh as you watch Pentious stumble over his words to an annoyed and unimpressed Cherri.
“- I’M HAVING SSSSEX WITH EVERYONE HERE!” He turns around and yells, which has both Nifty, Angel, and Husk snap their heads around with wide eyes. He gives you a sad look and you try to give him a reassuring one. That is until he gets dragged into a separate room, and you inhale sharply through your teeth, wincing at the way he screams before the door is shut properly. Cherri doesn’t even look like she cares.
“Ah.” Husk says flatly, catching your attention again. “Should’ve guessed after your fuckin’ ramble last night. ‘But Husk he doesn’t even know I’m here!’ and all those fuckin’ ‘I’ve been here longer than he has and he won’t even talk to me!‘s. he’s just nervous around you, like he is with Cherri. Fucker has some self-confidence issues. Just do it already.” He says, looking almost annoyed as you flushed deep and slapped your hand over his mouth, which he quickly swatted away.
“Shh! Jesus fucking Christ Husk, not so loud! Fuck!” You grumble as Angel giggles with a hand over his mouth from the other end of the booth, before taking another small sip of his cocktail. “Not a secret, toots.” He says with his casually shit-eating grin, gesturing to a very drunk Nifty who was giggling now too, nodding her head. Great.
“Sometimes, when I’m out killing the bugs that think they’re all sneaky, and gross and cool at night, I walk past your room and you’re listening to super bad romance music. Which scares the bugs away and makes them surrender their lives. Which like, it’s supposed to be a fight! You’re ruining all the fun… ” She adds the last part with a annoyed grumble, but despite her unbelievably drunken state, she’s still speaking fast, high-pitched, and with the exact same creepy undertones. “And I walk past that bad boys room and he’s all rehearsing romance poetry he wrote. It’s so bad! Ehehe!”
She giggles out, eyes falling on a bug on the floor, hopping quickly off of Husker’s head and falling face first onto the floor, before quickly picking herself back up and running after it. “Shit.” Angel groans, putting his cocktail down quickly and shuffling out of the booth. “I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t end up with some creep.” He grits out through his teeth, before disappearing into the crowd with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’d better help him out.” Husk says with a sigh as well as he placed his beer bottle down carefully, pulling himself up with a groan.
He turns back to you for a second, just looking over his shoulder, before smiling. “You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.” He says, humming softly before he adds one last thing. “Please do check in on the awkward fucker though, I don’t know what kind of shit he’s got stuffed in him or is stuffing at the fuckin moment.” Husk says with a sigh, disappearing right into the ground of flashing lights and bumping bodies right after Angel.
You took the last courage swig of your drink and stood up, doing a little tipsy stretch as you got up, before dejectedly walking over to where a very, very exhausted Sir Pentious was sitting, hyperventilating and sweaty. You let out a soft sigh as you walked over, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands away from his face, holding them softly in your hands, looking up at him with furrowed brows and concern.
“Hey Pentious, that was a lot wasn’t it?” You say softly and he nods, refusing to make eye contact with you. He looks grossed out, ashamed, everything. You let out a soft sigh and rub small circles into the back of his palm with your thumb, doing your best to comfort him in the loud and overstimulating bar scene.
“They were very kind - I jusssst, kept ssssssaying yessss. I don’t know why.” He says softly, and you nod, standing up and helping him up too. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, ‘Kay? You can take a nice hot shower and go to bed.” You reassure quietly and he finally looks up from the ground, smiling at you quickly before nodding, but as soon as Angel catches his gaze again, he’s out of your grips and right back to focusing on Cherri. You grimace softly as you watch him rush up to angel and ask where Cherri is. You watch as he groans in defeat as she goes into another room with a random guy.
Some part of you feels happy, relieved of some jealousy. Another part of you feels bad. That was all he was doing the entire night, trying to get her attention. You shook it off and walked over to where everyone had re-grouped, giving them a tired wave, and getting one in return. You let out a small gasp as you saw the dried blood from Angels’ nose all the way down or his lip, his new black eye.
“Oh dear, what happened?” You cooed softly, reaching up to wipe some of the blood of his face, and he softly moved away, shaking his head in a polite ‘thank you, but not right now’ way, and you nodded. “It was just a run-in with Val.” He says with a sigh, wiping another fresh stream of blood from his other nostril onto the back of his hand. “Let’s get going - I’ll tell you when we’re back at the hotel, Toots.”
An unceremonious end to the night; but not exactly the end to yours. Even when you got back, debriefing everything that happened with Husk and Angel while Nifty snored on the couch and Pentious took a shower, even when you had finally wished them a good night and made your bed, sighing as you let your head fall to your pillow, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with him. What Husk had said.
“You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.”
You repeated it in your head for hours while you tried to think about anything else, scrolling on your phone aimlessly through Hellflix, InstaScam, Crime Video, even YouCrude - there was no one to e-stalk, no new shows for you to binge, not even something you wanted to re-watch. No new uploads from your faves - just an endless amount of scrolling.
Until about 3 a.m.
That’s when you heard it - shaky, nearly silent sobs from Pentious’s room, small sniffles. You checked the time, sighed, threw a shitty pair of smiley-face PJ pants Charlie had made for you on, and slumped over to his bedroom, knocking softly on his door. It went dead silent, not a mouse, no the small clinking or squishing of Nifty’s bug-killing sewing needle.
“Who issss it?” He said in a shaky, tired, raw voice, and your heart absolutely melted, hand against the doorknob as you spoke. “It’s me, Pentious. I just heard you - uh - being sad. I know I’m not your favourite, but can I come in?” You say with a soft sigh, running your fingers through your hair tiredly. It takes him a minute and a soft hiccup before he rasps out a small “pleasssse, y-yeah.” And you open the door.
What you find is absolutely heartbreaking. Your favourite little serpent, curled in on himself, hugging his tail to himself, eyes red with tears that fall softly down his face, hat resting on his old worn down dresser, angry and frustrated swipes if his claws leaving him on top of torn up bedsheets and pillows, and you nearly cry with him right then and there. This sweet man who has been nothing but a pure angel, stuck with all the sinners, including yourself, down here.
You walked over to him, sitting beside him on his bed, hearing the old mattress frame squeak softly as you sat down, putting your hand on his, gently cooing him until he took big, deep breaths, gently and encouragingly rubbing circles back into the palm of his hand.
“Tell me, what’s up? I’m all -“ you start confidently, being cut off by an annoyed but desperate call from Pentious himself, pulling his hand away from yours and groaning into his palms, shaking his head. “that ISSSSS the problem! You’re the problem- you’re so pretty I can’t think sssstraight around you! And now you think I hate you!” He cries out, looking at you with desperate eyes, like he wants you to say something - anything, really. But you really can’t.
You’re completely frozen, hand frozen in mid air when it was going to rest on his shoulder to comfort him, eyes wife, lips pierced together and all you can do is stare at him like some stupid idiot. You are at a mental battle of grabbing his face and kissing him until you can’t breathe or slowly talking it out. He sighs dejectedly.
“I want to get closssser to you. Wanted to be your friend, at leassst. But… then I’d go and ssssspoil it all by ssssaying ssssomething sssstupid like…” he stops for a second, swallowing thickly. “…I love you.” He looks up at you again, nearly desperate for an answer. You finally get some words out of your closed up throat -
“I love you.”
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Frank + Nancy Sinatra My Beloveds <;3
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L. O. V. E
Warning: suggestive at the end | clingy-ish y/n | Just ony | pet names like: ma, mama ,baby ,bae
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“Babyyyy” you dragged the “y” while you shook him just a little bit trying to get his attention “bruh bae move get off me” you made a lil stank face
“why you actin’ like that…” “cuz you shakin’ me knowing I’m playin’ the game, you being extra right now” “YOU extra I didn’t even do nothing ! not too much lil nigga..” you said Under your breath.
But what the crazy thing was… he ain’t even say nothing back like usually he would’ve said “watch ya mouth” or sum like that he just let you walk away!
Once you got off the bed you started walking towards the walk-in closet texting your homegirls back saying “y’all know what? Nvm I will be outside today!” They texted back said they pick you up at 6 it was only 3:46 but you know you take a while to get ready so you wanna start early.
You was in the closet looking threw all them clothes you had, but you wanted to make Ony mad since he wanna act up, so you picked out a certain outfit he probably wasn’t gon like.
He was already confused when he heard the shower starting because he knows your whole schedule and this wasn’t the time you usual start your showers, but he ain’t worry about it he just kept playin his STOOPID game.
But he got even more confused when you were scouring the drawers in front of the tv in your little towel, looking for who knows what, till he saw you bring out a white lacey thong which he didn’t care but he aint see you grab a bra maybe you already had one.. yeah…
You was in the bathroom doing washing your face then started doing skincare, you heard him get off the the bed and go down the stairs, “…boy so you don’t feel the need to come see what I’m doinggg??”
You had thought in your head but you started brushing your teeth then you took off your bonnet, unt unt unt, baby you betta fix dat lace fronttt! which you did it was super cute then you started doing your edges.
Your hair was so cute! You started putting that outfit on, it was 5:27, “DANGG time went fast” you said to yourself quietly then you heard ony coming back in the room walking to towards the bathroom.
“Oh now he wanna see what I’m doing..” you thought to yourself shaking yo head side ta side, he came up behind you and started kissing yo neck and holding it while he other hand went down your stomach.
“damn ma.. you look fine as hell.. where we going?” You was was feelin him but you forgot you was supposed to be mad so you moved his hand from youre stomach and fixed you lashes.
“Mama? I asked you a question.” He said sturnly which kinda turned you on because you love when he got that tone to his voice. “WE not going nowhere. IM going out wit’m homegirls” you said smacking your lips after.
“What’you’mean” he said letting go of you completely “exactly what I said” you took you phone swiping up from the wallpaper of you and ony. Checking your messages and the time. It was 5:53 your home girl texted you that they was almost outside.
“Watch out it’s time fo me to go.” You said with a lil sas he watched you walk away he didn’t stop you, he wanted to! But he didn’t. You started putting your shoes on, with your pretty anklet and the necklace with your name on it.
Your girls was out side so you left, he was mad. You knew he was mad. He was especially mad when he seen your instagram post twerking on one of your homegirls lap. with a caption saying : “if my man don’t wont catch it my bsfs will!” With another video under it of you with someone spreading money on yo back while you twerk.
He thought about running over to that party and picking you up right away. But he didn’t. Cuz you were in for it when you got home. Oh, you was REALLY in for it when you got back.
You friend dropped you off yall did your goodbye kisses & hugs then you was finna put the key in the door but it swung open, a strong arm pulling you in then picking you up.
“Ony whatdafuck??” You said as he threw you on the bed “first you was giving me attitude then you runnin ya mouth AND shakin ya ass on someone else?? You must be crazy. Gon head take off all dat shit like bro.. you ain’t even got a bra on wit that tight ass- mannn you pissing me off more and more.”
You rolled you eyes and started undressing. Let’s just say last night was memorable.
HEY BABYESSS so if I make a pt2 it probably be of “last night” (I apologize if links don’t work I check every other day ta see jus in case!)
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new year, new superstition
whoever said red underwear on new years brings love was onto something
a/n: happy new years [eve] !! i cannot wait to spend another year with y’all and making more silly stories that i hope u guys will enjoy :3 let me know what y’all think of this silly thing i thought of at 4 am <3
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you never believed in myths dealing with the new year. you never cared to run around with a suitcase or wear polka dots or to start sweeping and somehow eat twelve grapes all in under a minute.
and you most definitely never went out to buy yellow or red underwear to wear on new years.
until today, when you consciously wore your red pair of underwear, what’s the harm? it won’t do anything anyway you thought to yourself, continuing to get ready for the party your friend had invited you to.
your friends cheered as you they spotted you among the crowd of people, motioning for you to join them as they said hello, handing you a champagne glass as scooting over so you could take a seat.
after a couple minutes of talking you excuse yourself to the bathroom, hurrying as you check the time.
11:56 pm
you’re walking quickly, stopping in your tracks when you can’t find your friends.
there’s a light tap on your shoulders, “excuse me,” the voice is unfamiliar, making you turn around quickly. you’re greeted with stunning blue eyes and snowy bangs falling into them, a charming smile on the strangers face.
“hi,” you smile softly, not wanting to seem rude, “can i help you with something?” your head cocks to side a bit, confused as to why this drop dead gorgeous man was tapping you on the shoulder minutes before midnight.
“yes actually!” he grins, “see my best friend over there, thinks i have no game,” he points at the bar, you subtly glance over, seeing a man with long black sipping on a drink, observing the two of you, “he thinks i won’t be able to find someone to kiss by midnight.”
you stare at him dumbfounded, what the fuck was going on. “so you want me to..?” you trail off, staring at the much taller man as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“kiss me at midnight, yes,” he grins, “only if you want of course! if not feel free to walk away,” you weigh the pros and cons of the situation.
pro’s: you kiss a hot guy on new years, he proves he has game
con’s: ?
“yeah why not,” you laugh, “I’m y/n” you smile, the man flashes you a smile before replying, “satoru!”
the people around you begin to countdown and you step closer to satoru, giggling when his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you a bit closer. you let your arms snake around his neck.
“five! four! three-!”
“can i kiss you?” he breaths out, you nod, crashing your lips onto his as balloons fall from the ceiling, fireworks popping can be heard from outside as everyone cheers.
your lips fit together perfectly, you can taste his vanilla chapstick and the champagne he was sipping on. satoru feels like he’s on cloud nine, smiling widely when you two pull away.
“happy new year, satoru” you grin, lips still tingling as he smiles back at you.
“happy new year y/n” he replies, about to say something else when your friends find you, quickly whisking you away. you look back at him, an apologetic smile on your face as you wish your friends a happy new year.
it’s almost an hour later when you’re walking out of the building, tugging your jacket a bit closer to you when the cold breeze hits you.
“you cold?” the voice makes you stop in your tracks, a smile fighting it’s way onto your lips when you turn around, bright blue eyes meeting yours.
“aren’t you?” you reply, watching as he approaches you with a grin, he shakes his head.
“only been out here for twenty minutes” he laughs, teeth chattering a bit. the sound makes your mouth fall open, laughing softly.
“why have you been out here for twenty minutes? you don’t even have gloves on oh my god!” you squeal, instinctively taking his hands in yours, face burning when you realize how much larger his were than yours.
“didn’t wanna miss you,” he admits, cheeks even rosier than before as he looks at you, “couldn’t leave my new years kiss without getting to know them a bit more” he smiles, “especially when they’re an amazing kisser,” he teases.
you can’t help but roll your eyes, a bit embarrassed as you tug him back into the lobby of the building.
“if you wanted my number all you had to do was ask” you reply, satoru wiggles his nose a bit, smiling at you and humming.
“yeah but then i wouldn’t get to talk to you while i slowly unfreeze” there’s a flirty glint in his eyes, his gaze makes you look away for a second, flustered as you try to think of something to say back to him.
“we’ll what kind of person would i be if i left you hanging after giving you the best kiss of your life?” you laugh, watching as his smile grows even wider, giggling at your words.
you can’t help but immediately become even more attracted to him as he laughs, dimples popping out and making you swoon.
the two of you talk for a bit longer, deeming him warm enough to live before you’re scribbling your number onto his palm, kissing his cheek and waving goodbye.
you wake up the next day with a message from an unknown number:
it’s satoru :)
would you wanna get lunch sometime ? you see my best friend thinks i have no game … :3
you can’t help but laugh, biting your lip as you reply to his text,
well what kind of person would i be if i didn’t help prove him wrong :/
satoru swings his feet as he reads your reply, shoving the phone in suguru’s face, sticking his tongue out before texting you.
maybe he should be glad shoko accidentally washed his clothes with hers that one time, turning all his whites red.
he’s glad he wore that pair of white turned red pair of boxers that night, he can’t imagine a life where he didn’t have you in his arms right now, celebrating new years together once again.
it’s just the two of you in your house this year, 24 grapes in a small bowl on the table next to you, giggling softly as you cuddle together on the couch, watching the live feed of the countdown.
“kiss me at midnight? I’ve got something to prove to my best friend” he smirks, you can help but roll your eyes at him, sitting up and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him gently.
“oh shut it” you smile, crashing your lips onto his as the clock strikes 12 fireworks displaying on the tv screen, lighting up the entire living room.
you pull away quickly, grabbing the bowl as the two of you scarf down the grapes, laughing when satoru almost chockes on one of them. as the final chime of the clock sounds you press a kiss to your lovers lips, both of you smiling as he chases you for one last kiss.
“happy new years sweetheart” he mumbles, grinning when you card your fingers through his hair.
“happy new years angel boy,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his dimples before landing on his lips once more.
safe to say the two of you definitely believe in the new years myths now (suguru tells satoru he should get the credit, not shoko’s terrible laundry skills).
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Muñequita | javier peña x f!reader
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Rating: 18+ MDNI
Word count: ~2k
Summary: Javier comes home from a shit day at work, and puts your free use agreement to work.
Warnings: free use, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), doggy style, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javi, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, praise kink, creampie, fluff, after care, reader is female, reader has hair Javier can pull but no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.
A/N: i cranked this out in like an hour. this literally came out of nowhere, i've just been thinking about Javi a lot. like honest to god this is just the result of me watching too many Javi edits on tiktok and a severe case of Javi P brain rot :P hope y'all enjoy! not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃♀️
Divider by @saradika
Sighing as he unlocks the door to your home, he loosens the tie around his neck and tosses his keys onto the counter. He toes off his shoes and kicks them to where yours lay in the foyer. The sound of music and the smell of something cooking catches his attention, pulling him into the kitchen.
The frustration from today dissipates ever so slightly at the sight of you at the counter, preparing dinner. He trudges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck, eliciting a startled yelp from you.
“Javi! I didn’t even hear you come in, you scared me!” You yell, setting the knife down and turning around in his embrace. He sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You ask, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. He silently responds with a nod as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat.
Javier isn’t typically one for talking about what’s bothering him. Letting him open up to you at his own pace, you two have an agreement: he can fuck you whenever and however he likes after a hard day.
A moan threatens to spill over your lips as he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone. “What can I do to help, papi?” Asking teasingly as you feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.
He snarls at your words, gripping your hair and drawing you into him. “I think you already know the answer to that, bebita.” He sinks to his knees, hands roaming to the hem of your dress. Your scent intoxicating as he leans in to hike your dress up over your stomach and bunching it up over his head. He groans as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt.
“No panties, baby? Did you know I was gonna come home pissed off huh? Make sure my meeting went to shit so you’d get fucked like a little slut?” You whimper at his words as you shake your head.
“No, Javi, I swe-,”
You’re cut off with a light smack to your thigh, moaning at the dull sting. “Uh uh. What’s my name, bebita?” Javier growls. “P-papi,” you whimper. “That’s right,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound.
“Look at her, bebita. She’s drooling for me. All from being called a slut?” He rasps against your thighs, his prickly mustache scratching them as he litters kisses along them. Javier doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together, noticeably clenching around nothing.
A soft bite pulls you from your trance, gasping as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. “Yes, papi. Wanted to give you something nice to come home to,” you moan, locking eyes with him as his hands roam up to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“My sweet bebita walking around here with no panties on like a good little slut. You go out in public like this or just here, waiting for papi to get home?”
“Only here, only for you, papi,” you pant, your neediness increasing by the second. Your words elicit a growl from him.
He dives in with no warning, your head swims at the sensation of his tongue on your dripping core. “Oh fuck, papi!” He hums as he laps at your juices, licking a broad stripe up your folds, parting your lips with his tongue. Endless moans stream from your lips as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt and into his mouth.
He groans at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his suit. “F-feels so, s-so good, papi,” you whine as you toss your head back. The smell of something burning piques your interest, turning your head to the side. The pan you’d left on the stove sends smoke into the air, completely forgotten in the midst of everything. You gently tap Javier’s shoulder. “Papi, d-dinner,” you stutter through your moans as Javier curls his lips around your clit.
Grunting at your words, Javier turns it into a race - betting he can make you cum before the smoke detector sets off. Eager to win, he shoves two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the unexpected intrusion.
The sting from the stretch is welcomed and so utterly delicious, you clench around them as he relentlessly suckles on your swollen, puffy clit. “Ja- Papi, wait, gotta - hah - gotta turn off the stove,” you whine. He doesn’t relent, in fact, his pace picks up as he laps at your core. His long, thick fingers ruthlessly hitting your g-spot as he fucks them and in and out of you. The smoke permeates the air, your head swirling as your orgasm approaches.
He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. The vibrations of it sending you crashing into your orgasm.
“Papi!” You scream, seizing up under his hold as you uncontrollably convulse, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Moaning as he drinks up every last drop of your slick. He pulls back, the skirt of your dress slightly falling.
Without moving from his spot, he keeps one hand on your thigh while reaching for the knob on the stove, turning it off before the smoke detector can beep. The smoke slowly dissipates through the open windows as he turns his attention back to you.
A bead of sweat drips from your brow from the combination of the heat and your orgasm. He lets the hem of your dress fall back into place and rises to his feet. His lips crash onto yours. His mustache damp as his chin glistens with your slick, smearing it onto yours. The kiss ravenous and heady, you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
“Bedroom, now,” he rasps, grabbing your hand and hurriedly leading you to your shared room.
He nearly throws you across the room as he flings you onto the bed, shucking his suit jacket off in the process.
Drawing him in by the tie, you suck his bottom lip into yours as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He fiddles with his belt as you slip off his shirt, tugging his curls in your hands - deepening the kiss.
He helps you tear the dress from your body, your lips still connected. Swiftly unhooking your bra and tossing it on the floor, he growls at the sight of you laid out, stark naked on the bed for him.
You coyly spread your legs, your cunt still wet and sticky from earlier. Flames burning in your core as he removes his briefs. His angry, red cock throbbing as his seed spills over the tip as his eyes blow wide with lust.
He pumps himself in his first, lathering his length in his precum. “Turn around bebita. All fours,” he demands.
You quickly follow his instructions, eager to be stuffed full of him. Propping yourself up on all fours, teasingly arching your back as you wiggle your ass. A sharp smack comes crashing down onto your ass, a loud moan escaping you.
He snarls at your teasing. The bed dips behind you, as Javier settles in behind you. Gripping your hair, he yanks you flushed against his chest. “You gonna be a good girl, baby? Or are we gonna have a repeat of last time?”
The delicious memory of him restraining you to the bed, edging you for hours replays in your head.
Despite how appetizing that sounds, your neediness overpowers your decision making as you’re desperate for him to fuck you.
“Yes, papi, I’m gonna be good, I promise,” you keen as he nips at your ear lobe. “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, tossing you back onto the mattress.
His girthy, long cock drags along your ass and teasingly prods at your aching pussy. Anticipation bubbles in your tummy as he lines up his length with your entrance. He enters you in one, slow motion, drawn out moans from both of you filling the air along with the squelch of your pussy.
Filling you to the hilt, you pant as he languidly pulls out of you before ramming back into you. You duck your head into the mattress, muffling your moans.
“Uh uh, don’t do that. Look into the mirror and let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make for papi,” he says as he slowly begins fucking you.
Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror. A particularly loud moan escapes you at the sight of him buried in you while he fucks into your sopping cunt, stroking your g-spot. The familiar mouthwatering sting of his cock causes tears to blur your vision.
“M-more, papi, more! Please!” You beg, needing more than the slow pace he’s going at. Suddenly, he’s ramming into you fast and hard, grunting with every thrust against your cervix as your cries fill the air.
“That hard enough for you? You like getting fucked like a slut, baby? Como una muñequita, like my little doll?” His hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust.
“Yes, papi, yes! Your little doll to use whenever you want, do anything you want with, papi!” You cry out on a choked sob, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes. A tug of your hair elicits a high-pitched moan from you.
“I’m the luckiest man, bebita. Coming home to my girl cooking for me and letting me fuck her whenever I want, however I want. So fucking good for me, baby. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans loudly, his hips punctuating his words.
“Only for you, papi," you breathlessly whine.
“That’s right, baby. Only for me. Cum for me, bebita. Wanna see you cum on my cock. Look in the mirror and look how pretty you are when you cum all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl for papi and cum, bebita,” he babbles.
You shift your gaze to the mirror again and the sight of him fucking you along with his words launch you into your climax, screaming as he grips your hips harder.
“Fill me up, papi. Stuff me full of your cum. Want it so bad, need your cum, papi, please,” you sob through your release.
Thrusts growing sloppy as he fucks you through your high.
"Fuck!" He grunts as he coats your walls with his warm load, dribbling out of you and smearing between your thighs and onto your cunt.
Toppling over you, he remains inside as he rests his weight on top of you. Pants and the smell of sex linger in the air as he softens inside of you. He grunts as he pulls out, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder before padding into the bathroom.
Your limbs feel like jelly as you lay there, pliable and fucked out. Javier returns with a damp washcloth and kneels down to gently clean in between your legs, eliciting a soft hum from you.
He carefully flips you onto your back, delicately swiping at your mound, causing you to hiss at the contact - still sensitive from your back-to-back orgasms.
“Lo siento, bebita,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your hip. “Estás bien, papi,” you softly tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. He goes to toss the washcloth into the laundry basket before coming to saddle beside you in bed.
Scooping you up in his embrace, he places a loving kiss on your forehead.
“I meant it, bebita,” his words making you perk up, your brows furrowed as you lock eyes with him, confused as to what he means.
“I’m the luckiest man and I don’t thank you enough, so… thank you, baby. I love you,” he rasps as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your features soften at his words, a small smile splaying onto your lips.
“No need to thank me, baby. I’m happy to do anything for you. I love you, Javi,” you whisper, cupping his face and drawing him in for a leisure kiss.
Your lips stay melded to one another’s for a moment until the sound of Javier’s growling stomach interrupts you two. You break the kiss as you burst into a fit of giggles.
“What?!” Javier asks, a smirk playing at his lips at the sound of your laughter. “I knew I should’ve stopped you when we almost burned dinner!” You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. A chuckle rumbles from within him, you lightly bounce on his chest as he laughs.
“We can order something, I know you’re tired, bebita. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.
“Okay.”
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Riding Lessons
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?
Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 3.8K
A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!
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You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.
“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.
He only chuckles and pats your right hand.
“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”
“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.
You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.
“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.
“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”
Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.
Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.
His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.
“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.
His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.
And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?
“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”
He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”
You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.
“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”
He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.
“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.
“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.
Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”
Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.
Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.
“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”
You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”
He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”
You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.
He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.
He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.
~*~
You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.
You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.
The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.
With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.
“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.
You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.
His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.
“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.
He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.
“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.
You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.
Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”
His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.
“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.
“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.
You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.
“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.
“Now, front brake?”
Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.
“Gear shift and clutch?”
You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.
“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”
Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.
“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”
Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.
The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.
“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.
The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.
“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.
You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.
“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”
You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.
Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.
“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”
You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.
You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.
“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”
You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.
“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”
You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.
“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.
The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.
Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.
He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.
He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.
“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.
He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.
Or cum on it.
God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.
He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.
Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.
He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.
Hard.
He’s hard.
And he’s fucking huge.
Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.
So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.
“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.
“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”
A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.
You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.
“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.
The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.
You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.
You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.
“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.
You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.
You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.
The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.
You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.
“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.
You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.
You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.
“You coming?”
Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.
“Y-yeah.”
You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.
He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.
He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.
This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.
You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.
He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.
“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.
You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.
Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.
You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.
“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.
Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.
“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.
A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.
Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.
His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.
He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.
Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.
“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”
You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.
“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”
Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.
One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.
“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.
“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.
He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.
“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.
“Please... I’m gonna cum...”
He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.
The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.
Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.
“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.
You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.
“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.
“Is Bucky still here?”
You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.
“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.
“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.
“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“O-Okay.”
Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.
“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.
Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.
“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.
He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.
You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.
You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.
The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.
You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.
“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.
“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.
“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.
You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.
When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.
“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”
He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.
“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”
You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.
“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.
You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.
Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.
“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.
You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.
He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.
“M-my dad-”
“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”
You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.
“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.
He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”
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Bratty Behavior - Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader
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Synopsis: After giving Addison attitude all day, she comes up with a plan so it never happens again.
Warnings: dom!addy, brat!reader, mommy kink, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, choking, degradation kink, praise kink, voyeurism, thigh riding, and I think that's it??
Word Count: 4.4k
A/n: this honestly took me forever to write but I’m lowkey happy with how it turned out! thank you for being patient with my slow writing but I have plenty of wips I can start pushing forward that I can’t wait to share with y’all!
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"...and Y/l/n, you're with Montgomery. Special request." Bailey stated, after assigning you and the rest of your fellow interns to the Attending you'd each be helping out for the day.
You let out a sigh of relief, glad to be on Addison's service. The two of you had kept your 'relationship' private. Well at least you considered it one, as you two were only seeing each other and had spent numerous hours in each other's arms in bed any chance you could get. You two only had eyes for each other, and you were ready to come out to the Chief, but Addison on the other hand wasn't, and she never told you why.
You were happy to be working on the Pediatric floor for the day, as the vibe was more uplifting and calming compared to any other floor of the hospital. Work went as it usually did, you checked up on patients, ran labs, and did everything you were supposed to do, and did it the most efficient way you could. To any doctor, they should be thrilled they had an intern who did what they were told, and did it well. But nobody seemed to notice, not even Addison.
As today was hectic, Addison started piling you with work that had quickly turned your mood sour when you had multiple patients getting that had forced you to change your scrubs on numerous occasions while Addison completely disregarded you. She barely even glanced in your direction when you called out to her as she walked past you, which only fueled your negative mood.
"Seriously?" You called out, turning on your feet to face Addison who now turned to face you at the raise of your voice.
"What is it, Y/l/n? I have things to do." The redhead crossed her arms.
"Addison, I called out to you and you straight up ignored me."
"Dr. Montgomery," She simply stated.
"W-what?" You asked, with a confused face.
"It's Dr. Montgomery to you, Y/l/n. In case you forgot, we are at work, and I am your boss."
"In case you forgot, I have your patients lab results, along with their scans that you need to check out. I've never seen anything like it before."
Addison's tongue swiped at her upper teeth at the sass you were giving her, along with backtalk that you had never used with her before, and she didn't like it. The redhead had to hold her composure, snatching the labs from your hands and running her eyes over the pages.
"Schedule her for surgery, we need to take care of this now."
"Can I scrub in?" You hopefully asked.
"No."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Why not? Dr. Montgomery, I've been running around doing her labs all day–"
"You haven't earned it," she stated. "Now go schedule the surgery."
"But–"
Addison cut you off with a finger to your lips as she took a threatening step closer, her body only mere inches from yours. Heat radiated off her body as she let out a small huff.
"No buts, you're talking back, you're sassy, and you're being a brat. Tell me why I should let you in on this surgery when you have an attitude."
You slightly rolled your eyes, annoyed that you had put in the work but didn't get the reward for it, and didn't even get the chance to speak with her finger blocking your lips from moving. In this moment, you didn't care about the eye roll, but for Addison, it only added fuel to the fire you would have to deal with later.
"That's what I thought, now go." She forced the labs back into your hands with a stern expression.
You huffed and did as you were told, unaware of the fact that Addison was now thinking of a way to knock the sassiness out of you. Normally, just her stern look alone would have you on your knees in submission, but today was different. You were being a brat, and Addison was not about to let you get away with it.
Hours later, as Addison was making her way to your locker room, Mark pulled Addison aside and claimed that you were being sassy towards him all day, but Mark being Mark, he was enjoying this new side of you. After he filled her in, her trimmed brows couldn't help but raise as she licked her lips, excusing herself to drag you immediately home.
The ride home was quiet, with you just staring out the window and Addison watching the road. After work, you had mainly found yourself at her place, it immediately became a routine that you would stay with her on days you weren't on call. As you entered the house, Addison's gaze never left your back as she noted the way you threw your bag on the floor, and the way you didn't hesitate to nearly rip your clothes off to rid yourself of your dirty work clothes.
"What's with the attitude today, hmm?" She questioned, making her way over to you after setting her own stuff aside.
"I don't have an attitude, Addy." You huffed when she blocked you from leaving the bedroom.
She nodded her head and puckered her red stained lips, knowing you weren't going to admit it with the bratty behavior you've had all day.
"Fine, get on the bed."
"What?"
She took a step closer, her slightly taller figure looming over you as her gaze turned dark with desire.
"Get on the bed."
"Addy, I'm not–" You went to talk back, but before you could, Addison lifted your face with a slender finger under your chin, closing your mouth in the process, while her nail ever so slightly dug into your sensitive skin.
"I'm going to fuck this attitude out of you until my little princess decides to rejoin me." She sternly stated, slowly guiding you back towards the bed. "Now sit."
You felt your knees hit the back of the bed, and they couldn't help but buckle at her words. Your nearly bare ass met with the soft duvet behind you as Addison couldn't help the wicked smirk that formed along her reddened lips at you listening to her command.
"See, it's not that hard to be good for me, now is it?"
The rose colored blush that crept onto your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the redhead as she towered over you.
"But you haven't been good, have you?"
When you don't answer her immediately, Addison grabs your face, fingers digging into your flushed cheeks with a stern grip as she lowers her face down to yours.
"Have you?"
"No–" You whimpered.
"That's right, you haven't. You've been sassy and bratty towards me all day, and for what? Was mommy not giving you enough attention?" She let her bottom lip fall in a fake pout, lowering herself even closer so her lips just barely grazed yours. "Well it looks now like you have to wait even longer.." She smirked before standing back up straight, a small whine escaping past your lips as she moved herself backwards.
"But–"
"You see, good girls get rewarded when they prove just how good they really are. However, you've been bad, and deserve to be punished for the way you acted today, which leads me to have to make some crucial decisions." Her hands slipped behind her back, gliding the zipper down her back to let her dark dress fall smoothly to the floor. She left herself in her maroon undergarments that complimented her silky skin perfectly.
She had moved the small chair from the corner of the room to just a few feet in front of you before sitting herself down, with dark eyes trained solely on you. She looked elegant in her seated position. You couldn't tear your eyes off her, and you desperately wanted to touch her, but when you lifted a hand, Addison swatted it away.
"Tsk tsk," she shook her head in disapproval.
"Addy, please–"
"Begging already? Such a pathetic little slut.." Addison slowly opened her legs, revealing the dampened patch along her lace thong. "You craved my attention so bad, yet when I gave it to you, I got a brat in return. So, bend over my lap."
"W-what? Why?"
"For the first part of your punishment of course. Now come."
You shakily stood to your feet as you did what you were told, Addison wasting no time in pulling you across her lap with your ass lifted into the air. Without warning, a sharp smack to your cheek had you cry out at the sudden flash of pain until she used her hand to soothe the small ache.
"For each spank, I want you to apologize. I want to hear how sorry you are for being a bad girl today. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded your head, which only caused Addison to send her hand flying back down to your bottom.
"Use your words."
"Y-yes, mommy! I can do it!" You whimpered out as you adjusted your body to be more comfortable, unsure of how long you would be left like this.
"That's all I needed to hear.."
Her palm hit your ass with a sharp smack, almost surging you forward that had you holding yourself as steady as you could.
"I'm so sorry, mommy! I just wanted you so bad.."
Another smack, to the opposite cheek this time.
"Please, I'll be so good for you!"
Her hand smoothed down her next spot of choice before the next slap to your ass left a reddened spot along your bare skin.
"I-I won't be a brat anymore. I'll be your good girl. No more sas, I swear! I'm sorry!"
After Addison gave your ass a red tint, she let up her harshness, but she still wasn't satisfied with your begging. Her eyes glanced between your legs, noticing a prominent wet patch against your lace panties. She didn't think you'd be turned on as much as you were with this punishment, but she sure was glad you were, which only made her not want to stop just yet, forcing her hand down again with another smack.
"What are you sorry for?" She deliberately questioned, curious if you would apologize for every action.
"I'm sorry for talking back to you at work, and for being sassy towards you and everyone else all day. I won't do it again!"
Her hand forced its way down, smacking your ass cheek one last time before easing you to your feet. Your legs were shaking as you stood, face completely flushed, and eyes so dilated that Addison could barely see any color left.
"Not good enough. Sit back down."
You whined, but did as you were told, Addison eyeing your shaky legs with a heavy smirk. As you sat back down, you couldn't help but wince at the pain that shot up your spine from the soreness that now covered your ass. Eyes prickled with tears as you forced yourself to sit through the pain.
"My bad little slut forgot one very important detail in that apology, which I find to be the most naughty action of all.."
Your eyebrows knitted as you ran your head through the day, unsure of what you did that you could have possibly forgotten to apologize for. Addison spreading her legs in the chair tore your thoughts away as she slid a hand down her chest. Your mouth fell agape as she cupped her covered pussy with a quiet moan.
"Since you seemed to forget what it was.. You rolled your eyes at me, remember that?"
Your eyes widened when you knew exactly what she was talking about. You had never rolled your eyes at her before, and now you were about to get punished once again for being a brat towards the redhead who had started playing with herself through her wet fabric.
"I-I didn't mean to.."
"Oh, but you so did," she toyed with you, fingers moving her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy coated in her arousal. Your mouth watered at the sight, her legs spread wide open with her fingers gliding along her folds. She knew you were already wet, and she could only imagine how soaked you were at the fact that she was playing with herself right in front of you.
You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together when the redhead let out her first moan as she easily slid two fingers past her entrance. She had only just started and you were already in dire need to touch her. It took everything in you not to move from your seat, as it would only make things worse for you. So you sat, and watched as Addison's mouth fell agape while sinful moans filled your ears.
"Mmm, you look so pretty sitting over there, it's a shame..."
Addison's free hand found her tit, pushing the thin lace out of the way for her fingers to pull at her nipple. You couldn't help but let out a small whine when Addison picked up her pace, the wetness between her thighs mixing with her moans was almost too much for you to handle. You were aching to do more than just sit and watch, but Addison took pleasure in watching you squirm.
"Addy please," your fingers grasped at the duvet below you to keep you from pouncing at her. "Let me help you. I want you so bad.."
The redhead casually ignored your plea as she played with her pussy, fingers easing out of her to rub her clit. Her hips just slightly bucked at the new sensation, feeling herself growing closer to her release.
"Mommy... I'm your good girl, please. I won't roll my eyes anymore. I won't be sassy. Just please- please let me taste you."
Addison wanted to make you wait longer, but the knot in her abdomen and the fact that you were being good, had her rethinking her decision. She loved the way you made her feel, the way you would treat her like a queen, and make her body fall apart with your skillful tongue.
"Fuck, come here.." she growled, you instantly falling to your knees to sit face to face with her dripping cunt. You didn't waste a second to bring your mouth to her core, lapping up the sweet juices along her folds before devouring her.
"You taste so good, mommy." You slightly pulled away to meet her gaze with your compliment.
Her manicured nails grabbed at your hair, wrapping her fingers lazily around your strands and pulled you back to her cunt. She desperately needed your mouth on her, tasting her, and fucking her until she came along your tongue.
Your hands grabbed at her inner thighs, forcing her legs to remain open, nails slightly digging into her smooth skin to leave crescent marks in their wake.
"Faster, princess.." You listened to her instantaneously, the consistency of her moans picking up letting you know you were doing it right. "Just like that! Fuck, I'm so close, don't stop."
You couldn't help but take in the sight before you, Addison's messy curls cascading over her face as her gaze was looking at you and only you, her free hand that continued to pull and twist at her nipple, and her perfectly toned stomach that rose and fell quickly as you felt her tighten around you.
"So close.." She hummed.
She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, feeling herself getting worked up to the point where she was about to be in shambles. Her hand gripped your hair tightly, guiding the movement of your head to help her reach that peak she was desperately chasing after.
Addison's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her vision going dark as she came with a hearty moan. Her hips threatened to buck from sensitivity, but your hands firmly held them still as you helped the redhead ride out her high for as long as possible. Addison whispered a plethora of expletives as you lapped up her release, taking your time in relishing the moment to lick her clean of her orgasm.
"You taste so good, mommy." You purred.
Addison let out a heavy sigh of relief as she caught her breath. You winced slightly as she pulled you up by your hair, fixing her position in the chair to pull you on top of her to straddle her waist. Her plump lips engulfed yours in a heated kiss, the woman humming at the taste of herself along your tongue.
Her slender fingers delicately slid from your hair to roam your body, fingernails skimming over your chest to continue their path down the curvature of your body to reach the spot she was wanting the most.
You gasped into the kiss at the sound of fabric ripping, Addison not bothering to slide the garment down your legs, but instead ripped it off your body to give her access to your center. The cool air hitting your dampened cunt sent a chill up your spine, eliciting a small shiver from you. Her fingers dipped between your thighs, and your hips couldn't help but surge forward, begging for fingers to fill you.
A whine left your lips, forcing you to break from the kiss when Addison slapped your cunt, sending a wave of pleasurable shock throughout your body. "You didn't think I'd give in that easily, now did you?" She teased with a heavy smirk.
Your bottom lip formed into a small pout. All you wanted was for her to relieve you of the tension you've been building while watching the woman pleasure herself.
"What's wrong, little one? Is mommy not giving you what you want?"
You shook your head no as you lowered your gaze from hers, only fueling Addison to send another sharp smack to your cunt, this time hitting just the right spot that caused a small moan to escape past your parted lips.
A firm hand wrapping around your throat, just barely below your jawline forced your gaze back to the darkened eyes of Addison.
"Words. Use your words."
"I'm sorry, mommy."
Another slap to your pussy had your back arching at a deeper angle, pushing your breasts further towards the redhead. The hand around your throat squeezed ever so slightly tighter.
"God, I love hearing you beg. That sweet innocent little voice of yours begging for mommy's touch. Isn't that right, baby? You want me to touch you?"
"Fuck—" you nearly choked out, desperately in need of her. "Yes, please.." you begged, "Please touch me, mommy. Fill me with your fingers. Fuck me until I'm a shaking little mess."
"That can be arranged, sweet thing. Will you start being good for me?" Addison had pulled you in by your neck to engulf you in a heated kiss. A squeeze to your neck opened your mouth with a moan that allowed the woman access to slip her tongue into your mouth.
You mumbled into the kiss in response to her question, Addison not able to make out what you said but knowing you, that was a yes. She took it upon herself to not slap your cunt this time, but to run her fingers along your soaked folds dripping with arousal.
Your hips moved, in desperate need of more than just her small touch. Addison was messy with the kiss, leaving her stained lipstick across your own lips and across your jawline and she kissed her way across your face.
"Fuck me, please.." you begged, tilting your head to the side to allow Addison more access to your flesh. Her free hand gripped at your jaw, holding your head steadily to the side to keep you still as she marked her territory.
She smirked into your neck, two fingers sliding easily past your entrance. Your moans started off more quiet and inconsistent, gradually growing as Addison's fingers worked a steady pace between your thighs.
"That feels so good," your fingers raked through her messy curls, pushing away the few strands that fell in her face.
She sucked and nibbled across your bare neck, leaving fresh love bites in their wake as she marked you across your neck as much as she could.
The redhead made her way down your neck, placing bites along your collarbone. Her fingers curled delicately, hitting the soft spongy spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"Mmm," you moaned out, grinding your hips with the movements of her fingers.
"Oh, I see," she purred, "You want to ride mommy's fingers, don't you sweet thing?"
"Yes, god yes! Please..."
The hand around your neck left to skim down your body to rest along the curve of your hip, guiding your body down as she rested her other hand to allow you to take control.
"Go ahead, baby."
Your hips jolted forward, eager to ride the fingers that curved deliciously inside you. Arousal dripped down her slender fingers, Addison gripping at your hip to keep you steady.
Your clit slid against her palm, only adding to the pleasure you were receiving from the woman beneath you. Fingers curled in her maroon locks as she found your chest, placing small kisses along the upper swell of your breast.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," you moaned out.
Her tongue flicked against your nipple, swirling around the hardened bud in a slow and skillful manner. Her lust-filled eyes glanced up at you as she pulled your tit in her mouth.
Your hips grew frantic with each passing second, eagerly chasing the orgasm you have been not-so-patiently waiting for.
"God, that feels so good!"
Her teeth grazed your nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. Your pace was desperate, and Addison's grip along your hip tightened, nails gently digging into your skin.
"You're so close, baby. I can feel it. Come around mommy's fingers like my good girl."
Your pace was relentless, fingers pulling Addison's hair gently as you chased your first orgasm.
"Fuck— I'm gonna—"
Addison's lips met with yours in a short but sweet kiss, your breathing momentarily stopping as your orgasm ripped through you. The redhead cooed and talked you through your first high as she kept her fingers still beneath you as your riding slowed down.
She sent small kisses along your cheek and jawline, surprised that your pace never faltered, yet began to pick up again once you came down from your high and chased after another.
Your hand dipped between your legs, taking her hand from your cunt so you can lower yourself down on her thigh. You didn't let go of her hand, but instead swiped your tongue along her slender fingers before dipping them inside your mouth.
"Such a needy little thing.."
Addison's gaze grew dark, watching intently as you sucked your orgasm from her fingers. You couldn't help but hum and moan as your slick pussy slid across her thigh with ease.
The friction gave you the pleasure you were looking for, your gaze not leaving hers as you sucked her fingers clean and let them go with a small ‘pop’.
She went to move her hand but you guided it back to your throat, wanting her to keep some kind of control over you. Her eyes flicked to your lips as you let out a deep moan when her fingers tightened around your throat.
Your breathing was heavy, hips grinding against the thickness of her thigh that had you a moaning mess. Addison felt herself growing wetter at your sounds. Your growing moans were heaven to her, and she loved hearing those sinful sounds coming from beyond your lips.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“Mhm..” you nodded your head frantically, juices sliding down Addison’s thigh as you grind against her.
“Then come for me. Come along mommy’s thighs. Let me see that pretty face of yours as you unravel in front of me.”
You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the needy moans that were threatening to grow louder as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach.
Your orgasm ripped through you, legs quickly beginning to shake around Addison’s thigh as your hips continued to move back and forth as you rode out your high for as long as possible.
Addison wanted to savor this moment, eyes memorizing every feature and gesture you made as you came. She admired your face, the way your eyebrows were knitted tightly, cheeks completely flushed, and lips spread wide open as you moaned out.
You had to reposition yourself, allowing your legs to tightly close as your head fell in the nape of Addison’s neck. Your breathing was fast and heavy, small whines leaving your lips as you pressed your thighs tightly together.
“You did so good for me, princess.”
Addison kissed the top of your head, hand soothingly running up and down your back as you attempted to catch your breath.
It took you a few minutes to return back to normal, but your shaky legs hadn’t gone away, knowing they would be like jello if you tried to stand.
Exhaustion was quick to find you, the long day and multiple orgasms hitting you like a truck. The small yawn you involuntarily let out alerted Addison of your exhaustion. Her hand dipped to your chin, lifting your face so she could get a look at you.
Your eyes were freshly glazed over and it was clear you were done for the day.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, baby. Does that sound good?”
You nodded your head with a small smile, Addison pressing her plump lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss. She lifted you up, carrying you in her arms to your side of the bed to set you down gently.
She gave you a quick peck to your forehead as she left for the bathroom, tidying herself up, and getting out a fresh rag to clean you up. As she returned, she couldn't help but playfully roll her eyes with a massive smile that spread across her face when she saw you with your eyes closed and now on her side of the bed.
Addison couldn't help but laugh to herself that she was actually successful with fucking the attitude out of you.
She was gentle and careful with cleaning you, before settling herself in the bed behind you, pulling you flush against her chest as she got herself comfortable to sleep the night away with you in her arms.
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DAY 1: Teeth — love bites w/sub!spencer reid
KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist
summary: Your boyfriend loves to bite you, and you're happy to oblige his need to do so.
pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader
warnings/mentions: oral sex (f receiving), praise, degradation, neck/thigh biting/kissing, fingering, hair pulling, use of miss and ma'am, thigh gripping, fondling
wc: 1.2k
a/n: hi, yes, i am posting day 1 on day 9 bc i MISSED THE FIRST SEVEN DAYS UGH so i think i’m just going to post twice a day until i make up for all of the days that i missed, so y’all enjoy <3 day 9 will be up later tn :)
tags: @nalycandy
You were sitting on the couch of you and your boyfriend's shared apartment, your hands running small circles into his hips as he sat in your lap.
Spencer had been feeling especially needy today, and had been attached to your hip since the two of you woke up this morning. By a miracle, Hotch had gotten you and your team a day off, which is why the two of you had been home all day.
And why Spencer hadn't left your side even once.
You didn't mind at all, though. If there was one thing you were always ready to do, it was oblige Spencer's needs.
Spencer's legs were on either side of your lap, his face buried into your neck. You moved one of your hands up to rub his back, chuckling at how needy he was being.
You had been silent for the most part for the short while that he'd been on your lap, your touch clearly being enough to take care of Spencer.
That was until he suddenly began to press kisses to your neck, sinking his face further into it.
Your reaction was quick as you moaned from the feeling, the hand that was on his hip pressing harder into it. Kisses turned into hickeys, which then turned into love bites. You squirmed a bit under his touch, causing him to move in your lap.
"You having fun there, love?" you asked in a teasing voice.
Spencer only nodded shyly as he went on with kissing your neck, sucking at it, and no doubt leaving a trail of marks behind. "Sorry," he murmured in a quiet voice. "Couldn't help it."
You knew one of Spencer's many love languages so happened to be biting. Whether it was your neck, your chest, your thighs, it depended on the day. And sometimes, like now, it was wholly unprovoked. You didn't try to understand it.
Not that you minded it much, though.
You let out another moan as Spencer sunk his teeth even further into your skin, which would likely have a mark to show for it later. "It's okay, honey," you giggled, running a hand through his hair. "Do what you like."
And he did.
Spencer's hands found their way under your shirt, working rapidly to remove it. You helped him and pulled it over your head, leaving him with the view of your naked body under it. All you had been wearing was an oversized shirt of Spencer's, and nothing else.
Which made it all the more better for him.
Spencer ran his hands over your breasts, cupping each one gently as his eyes roamed over your body. "You're so pretty, miss," the brunette doctor whispered.
You smirked up at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before answering, "Thank you, love." You dragged him in a little closer by the back of his hair, eliciting a small whine from him. "Now, why don't you show me just how pretty you think I am?"
Spencer nodded in response and squeezed down on your tits, beginning to bite at your neck once more. You tugged at his hair harder, pulling him as close as you possibly could to your body.
After a while, Spencer pulled away. For a second, you could have sworn that he was going to stop what he was doing altogether, but he quickly proved you wrong.
Spencer sank down to his knees in front of you, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch so he had full access to you. He began to bite his way up your thighs, his hands on either side of them, gripping them with force. Your head lulled back at the feeling, your hand not leaving Spencer's hair for even a second.
"Mmm, Spencer," you moaned in a whisper, allowing your eyes to fall shut. "That feels good."
You opened your eyes again to see Spencer smiling up at you, giving you a wanting look. He rubbed the sides of your thighs tenderly, murmuring, "I can make you feel better. I- If you'll let me."
You mirrored his smile, cupping his chin with your hand, and rubbing your thumb over it. "And what is it you want to do to me, my love?" you asked.
Spencer relaxed into the feeling of your hand touching his chin, his cheeks flaring up in a rosy blush at the contact. "I just want to make you feel good," he said shyly. "Please?"
You chuckled. "Oh, is that so?" you asked in a teasing voice.
Spencer nodded up at you. "Y- Yes, ma'am."
You leaned back a little on the couch, giving him a nod of your own. "Go ahead, honey," you allowed him.
Spencer's head dipped back down to your thighs, his teeth sinking a few more times into your skin. He kissed his way up to where you were most sensitive, and then, without warning, attached his lips to your cunt.
Your eyes closed once more as you tilted your head back in pleasure, the feeling of Spencer's mouth on your clit and his hands on your thighs nearly being too much.
Like you knowing just how to appease Spencer's needs, there was also one thing Spencer knew how to do, too: And that was eat you out.
All you had to do was ask for it.
His eyes moved up to meet yours as he sucked your clit with a ravenous passion, his fingers moving up to press into your hips. You looked down at him, your eyes half shut as you whispered, "God, Spencer. You're such a good boy."
Spencer gave you a muffled whimper in response to your praise, your words only encouraging him to go faster. He used his tongue in ways that should be illegal, desperate as you were to get you to your high.
As if the feeling of his tongue wasn't enough, Spencer moved one of his hands down from your hip and pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out with pleasure.
You nodded in approval of what he'd just done. "Fuck, just like that, baby. Just like that," you inattentively praised him. "Making me feel so good."
Spencer seemed to be too focused on making you feel good to even acknowledge what you said. He pushed a second finger into you, and your moans only grew louder by the second as he went on.
When Spencer could tell you were close, like he'd always been able to, he began to move his tongue quicker, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a lethal pace.
You toyed forcefully with his hair as your eyes rolled back into your head finally, pleasure filling your body to the top.
As you finally calmed down from your climax, Spencer bit your thigh one last time before getting up, kissing the spot he'd bitten before he did. You didn't have to look to know that he'd drank every last bit of your release, too.
Spencer crawled back into your lap, and when he did, you yanked him in for a soft, slow kiss. Your lips were curved up into a smile as you pulled away, giggling as you cupped his face.
"I can taste myself on you," you smiled.
"Mmm," Spencer muttered, burying his face in your neck once more. "You always taste so good, miss." He pressed his lips to yours again for a second, wrapping his arms around your neck as he did so.
"I love you," Spencer whispered to you, looking up at you with loving eyes.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead before responding, "I love you, too."
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PLEASEEEE WRITE SOFTDOM!WILLIAM AFTON PUTTING BRATTY!READER IN HER PLACEEEE (daddy kink, oral, nd degradation if ur comfy) (≧∇≦）
Omg yesss, i love that kind of stuff, let’s gooo! <3
Attention
William Afton x Reader
Warnings: dd/lg, oral sex (m! receiving), degradation, implied age-gap, cockwarming.
A/N: i really loved writing this, its so kinky but cute, thanks for the request anon. also, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any errors, but i hope y’all like it! 💗
You shouldn’t have done that. You should have listened to him when he told you to quit that bratty attitude. You shouldn’t have been running around and messing with his stuff while he fixed some details on his springlock suit. You shouldn’t have rolled your eyes at him.
But now it’s too late.
William grabs you by the arm, digging his long fingers into your soft skin and shoving you aggressively into the nearest wall as a pained gasp escapes your lips.
“What’s going on inside that dumb brain of yours, huh? why are you suddenly acting like a fucking brat?” he asks with a stern tone in his voice, clearly fed up with your shit.
“I- I’m sorry, daddy” you apologize, looking up at him with big doe eyes, casually dropping that misbehavior.
“I don’t need your apologies. I asked you a question.”
You don’t know exactly what to answer. It’s not like you are usually a brat, but today you feel kinda… ignored. You are more than starved of attention and touch. The only thing you want is to spend time with William, kissing his stubbly jaw or sit on his lap, but he’s been working on that spring bonnie suit all damn day.
“I- uh- i don’t know, i just got bored” you murmur, too shy to express your own feelings. “And- and i need attention”.
“Yeah? does my little bunny need attention?” he says, almost mocking. “Then beg for it like the needy whore you are.”
And before you know it, William is forcing you to your knees in a way that will surely leave bruises for the next day. But you don’t care, not when he’s finally giving you some of his precious time.
“Please daddy” you plead in a high pitched voice, pouting your lips while running your hands over his thighs, noticing the bulge starting to grow on his crotch. “Play with me.”
“Stupid slut” William says through gritted teeth. “Can’t even go a day without being used like a fucking toy.”
Letting out a devilish smirk, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, just enough to reveal his cock, fully hard already. And you can’t help but lick your lips at the beautiful sight, feeling your pussy tingle with arousal.
Not wanting to waste a single second, you eagerly take his length in your small hands, pumping it a few times before leaning in to kiss the pink tip and run your tongue over the prominent veins, earning a deep grunt from the depths of his chest.
“Don’t tease me, bunny” William growls, forcefully grabbing a fistful of your hair on his right hand, guiding his big cock into your mouth.
You try your best to take him, wrapping your lips around it, but when he hits the back of your throat and starts thrusting, it’s impossible not to gag and drool.
Tears start streaming down your face, digging your nails in his pants while he slides in and out at a fast pace, fucking your throat as if you were a doll, not even caring if you choke. It’s a punishment after all, it isn’t meant to please you.
“Are you crying?” William mocks you again. “Come on, isn’t this what you wanted? huh? you were acting up all day just to make me riled up and now you don’t want it?. Aw, too bad, bunny, cause you’re gonna take it… i don’t care if you like it or not.”
You look up at him, searching for his -usually tender- blue eyes. But that ocean color is almost completely gone, covered by his dark pupils, dilated with lust and hunger, without a single trace of kindness or compassion.
William keeps pushing you down on his length, enjoying the warm slickness of your mouth, cursing under his breath. And it’s not long until you feel his muscles tense and his cock twitch, finally releasing all of his hot cum on your tongue, milking him dry, not wasting a single drop of his salty seed.
He thrusts sloppily a few times to ride out his orgasm, and then pulls out, with a nasty string of spit still connecting you both.
“I’m sorry for neglecting you all day, my little bunny” he says, returning to his lovely demeanor, caressing your cheek and cleaning the mess of saliva and cum running down your chin. “How about you come sit on my cock for a while and when i’m done then we can have some fun, hm?.”
You just nod, unable to talk much due to the rough throat fucking he just gave you, but really liking the idea. So William helps you get on your feet again, taking you with him, sitting on the chair in front of the desk and patting his lap as an invitation for you to sit on him.
The only piece of clothing you’re wearing is an oversized pink shirt, so it’s really easy for you to straddle his lap and sink down his half-hard cock, whimpering as he fills your soaked sensitive cunt.
“That’s it, good girl” William coos, groping your soft ass, more than happy to be buried inside your tight hole.
You smile, giving him a little peck on the lips, and then let him continue what he was doing.
William keeps fixing some loose screws on the ears of the spring bonnie suit, and you rest your head on his shoulder, tracing your fingers on the seams of his tie, soon falling asleep while smelling his masculine cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes.
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In Plain Sight, Ch 3: The Tempest
summary: nathan makes his intentions clear and as always…is a bit of an asshole while doing it.
pairing: nathan bateman x f!reader
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, enemies to lovers (sorta), boss/employee dynamics, pining, nerves, SIBLINGSSSS, mentions of care taking/sick relative, first date?? (after the fact), Nathan being A MEGA SIMPPPPPP
wc: 3,446
an: we get to meet reader’s sisters in this, both of which i love very very much! you also get a bit of reader’s background. and of course, nathan’s attempt at asking someone out. hope y’all enjoy and always thanks for reading! <3
in plain sight masterlist | part 4 | phart 5
Sleep last night was difficult…and interesting. It took you a while to fall asleep, your nerves feeling a little frazzled once you’d gotten in the car and started to think about how you were going to have dinner with Nathan. You’ve spent plenty of time alone with him, but within the boss-employee dynamic. This dinner he’s asked you to could still be that— but you wouldn’t have your usual protections. No pressing questions, no tasks, no screens to hide behind. You and him. And food. When’s the last time you shared a meal with someone other than your sisters?
Once you’d finally succumbed to sleep, your dreams were of him. It felt like nothing and everything all at once. Nathan was there. You’ve never dreamt of him before. You were in Nathan’s house— except it was clear that neither of you were working. You watched a movie together cuddling on the couch, cooked a meal, and took a walk through the forest. While the thought of that would never appeal to you in real life when you wake, there’s a peaceful feeling lingering. It’s a little unsettling.
You hop out of bed before you can allow yourself to start assigning meaning to the dream. It was simply that— a dream. A product of your nerves, and spending nearly every waking moment dedicated to learning, organizing and managing all the aspects of Nathan’s life.
You get caught up in your ungodly long morning routine. Breakfast and tea with your mom as you read from her favorite poetry book, picking your sisters’ lunches, showering. Pressing your sisters’ uniforms. Making sure your mother has everything she needs before the time gap it takes for the nurse to arrive. Writing out a to do list for when you get home and setting out your comfortable clothing. Once everything’s set you change out of your robe and into your work clothes. You’re spending too much time in front of the mirror, fidgeting and analyzing yourself. There’s no need to look perfect, it’s just Nathan. Mr. Bateman, you should call him even in your head for separation.
“You look extra pretty today,” Your youngest sister, Emma, mumbles sleepily from her place in your bed.
You smooth out your skirt for the millionth time, looking over your shoulder at her, “Yeah, you think so Em?”
She yawns, raising a fist to rub at her eye. “You did your hair all nice and you’re wearing a skirt.”
“I wear skirts all the time,” You reason with her (and maybe a little with yourself).
“Not the pretty one.”
You cross the room, leaning in to tickle her, “Hey— are you saying all my other skirts are ugly?”
Emma bursts into a fit of giggles, doing her best to twist away from you. “Stop it,” She wheezes.
“Take it back and I’ll stop,” You reason with her, unable to stop your own laughter.
“I’m sorry, I take it back,” She whines, thrashing playfully beneath you.
“You’re safe for now, little one. Do you want me to make you some oatmeal before I go?”
“Can you eat it with me?” Emma asks, hopeful.
“No, honey, I’ve got to go. But, I’ll be home early tonight. We can watch a movie, how does that sound.”
Emma’s quiet for a few moments, obviously disappointed but then she nods, and cracks a sad smile. You lean in to kiss her forehead, hugging her close.
“Go brush your teeth and I’ll make your breakfast.”
“Do you think sister wants to eat with me?”
It takes effort for you not to cringe. Of course Emma wants to spend time with her other sister, but it seems like Phil is in her fuck any and everyone phase. You’ll try to get through to her though, if not for her own sake, then for Emma’s. A 7 year old shouldn't be spending so much time alone, not when some of her family is right here.
“I’ll ask her. If not, you can go sit with momma, alright?”
“Okay.”
“Okay, little, up up. To the bathroom you go.”
You both stand, and you take her hand, dropping her off at the bathroom on your way to Phil’s room. To your surprise, the girl is already on up and on her phone when you crack the door.
She frowns, letting out a little sigh. “What?”
“Emma wants you to have breakfast with her.”
Phil rolls her eyes, not bothering to look over at you, “I’m not hungry.”
“Phillipa, you should eat. And you should always be excited to spend time with your sister.”
“She’s whiny.”
You cross the room, coming to sit beside her on the bed, “So are you.”
“Yeah and I have reason to be,” She murmurs defiantly.
“And she doesn’t?”
She grows quiet then, her thumb that had been continuously scrolling stopping in its tracks.
“Even if you don’t eat, could you just sit with her?” You ask, knowing that her shell has cracked a little.
“Fine, whatever,” She breathes.
“I’m making her a yogurt bowl. Do you want one?”
“No,” She says quickly, trying to feign uninterest. “Unless we have chocolate chips.”
“We have chocolate chips. And marshmallow fluff.”
“Then I guess I’ll have one.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave some money so you can get one of those fancy coffees from the place near your school. Will you pick a movie for us to watch today?”
“You’re coming home?”
“I should be here by 6…7 at the latest.”
“Oh. Okay,” She says, feigning disinterest.
“That’s all I get? An oh okay? Maybe I should tell Mr. Bateman I can work late.”
“No! You’re never home, c’mon don’t do that.”
“I’m excited to hang out with you too,” You say teasingly, leaning over to rest your head on her shoulder. Surprisingly, she lets you stay there.
“Can I make brownies?”
“As long as you let Emma help.”
“Of course I’ll let her help.”
“You have to be patient with her,” You remind her gently.
“I know, I know. Like you were with me,” She whispers thoughtfully. Sometimes you don’t think you give her enough credit.
“I love you Phillipa. You’re her big sister you know? I’m gone so much trying to make everything work here. She’s looking up to you. She thinks you’re the coolest person in the world.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Can I make her yogurt bowl and you make mine?”
“Sure, sweet girl. Let’s go.”
—
Nathan has never described himself as antsy. Impatient maybe, against delayed gratification sure. Antsy brings a connotation he’s not used to— nerves, a power struggle he’s on the losing side of, and lack of confidence. And while all of that feels true right now he still doesn’t want to admit it. He’s sitting at his desk, waiting for you to get in. His brow is sweaty because he’s been pacing back and forth, changing his mind about where he should be.
Eager to see you, he’d started in your office which is based in one of his many labs. It only took 10 minutes of him pacing in there to think that he was coming on too strong. It led him to the living room, but after sitting for a few minutes lounging at 6:30 in the morning when you were clocking in felt like it would be a slap in the face. He tried the patio, the kitchen, and eventually ended up back in his office.
He’d felt a little good about himself, the fact that he was thinking about this in a way that doesn’t just involve him and his desires. It was one of the reasons he’d realized what was happening to him. He’s doing his best at balancing his protective shell and showing you what he could be. What the two of you could be together.
Nathan loses his breath when you first come up on the camera, walking into your office. He’s always thought you were beautiful but today it seems like you tried to be. That could be his wishful thinking. Either way, he can’t take his eyes off you. You’re wearing a skirt he’s never seen before. A little shorter, a little pleated. It has his mind wandering off to places it shouldn’t, but it’s not like it hasn’t before. He can’t wait to get in the shower long after you left, and imagine what it would feel like to slip you out of it.
He stares…and stares…and stares until he realizes that an hour and half has gone by and he’s done nothing but give himself blue balls while watching you type away on your computer. Fuck, he’s completely at your mercy.
He pings you. Maybe that’ll make it worse, having you right in front of him like this. But, he needs to see you to scratch whatever itch this is in him today. There’s work too, a few things he needs to give to you to file away or mail out.
“Good morning, Mr. Bateman.”
He usually likes it when you call him that— especially when he’s imagining you say it while he runs his hands all over your body, all dirty and forbidden. Today is different. Something about it makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat. With dinner today, his first real shot at trying to know you as something other than his employee. As an outsider like everyone else.
“Would it kill you to call me Nathan?” He asks, raising a brow though his mouth is a little pouty.
It takes everything in you not to laugh. He looks ridiculous when he’s disgruntled. “That would be unprofessional, sir. Are those for me?”
“Yeah, they’re for you. We still on for dinner?”
The words make your stomach flip. Not because you don’t want to, but because you do. Because words like that aren’t supposed to come out of your boss’ mouth. They’re too casual, too much like the one’s men you used to swipe through on your phone said.
“Yes, I’m still able to have dinner with you, sir. Am I able to leave early?” You ask, reaching for the stack of files.
“You can leave whenever you want.”
Your mouth pulls up into a half-smile, and you nod. “Thank you, Mr. Bateman.”
Nathan leaves you be for the rest of the day. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, or be too clingy, something he’s never worried about before. He spends most of the day with the chef, yelling at him that he’s making everything all wrong— too salty or sweet or slimy or acidic— until it’s perfect. He needs it to be perfect. And once it is, he appears in the doorway of the lab your office is in, calling out to you in an uncharacteristically soft manner.
You inhale softly as you two make your way to the kitchen, the smell of familiar herbs and spices in the air. “Italian?”
“Compiled some data— this seemed like the smartest choice.”
“Compiled some data? On me?”
“I compile data on everyone. I need to learn.”
“What could you possibly have to learn about me?”
“Everything. You’re really fucking secretive.”
“I’m not secretive, I’m private,” You reason.
Nathan snorts, looking at you with an expression of disbelief, “You have to realize that those things are the same.”
“They’re not,” You counter before thinking better of it.
This is why you were quiet and avoided him as much as possible— Philippa isn’t the only one in your family with a streak of defiance. Denying authority runs in your blood, it has taken you years to quell it.
“They are if somebody’s trying to get to know you.”
“And that’s what you’re doing, Mr. Bateman? Trying to get to know me?”
He shrugs, feeling a little too unsettled— a little too nervous to reveal his intentions so early on.
“What did you learn with this data you compiled on me?”
“That you like noodle dishes of all kinds, but preferably Italian. And chocolate.”
There are two places settings sat at the corner of the table, a few bowls of various pastas, salads and breads. Dinner is surprisingly calm. He asks you simple, noninvasive questions about your past. He knows where you went to school and what past jobs you’ve had, but he asks you how you felt about them, if you made friends. He asks for your favorite movies and bands, supplying his own when you ask the same questions. It’s the most benign conversation you’ve ever had with him and it feels…good.
He surprises you when he says, “This. Again. Maybe next week?”
Your mouth goes flat with confusion, “You want to have dinner with me again, sir?”
“Nathan,” He suggests, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You stare at him for a moment, eyes narrowing. “If this is some sort of joke, I don’t appreciate it, Nathan.”
Sweet, sweet music to his ears. Even with the attitude in your voice, Nathan drinks in every drop of his name on your tongue. In fact, he thinks the edge makes it better— it makes his blood hot. It makes him want you.
He leans closer, peering at you from over his glasses. “I’m an asshole and a clown, a shitty combination but what I’m not is an idiot, sweetheart. I wouldn’t joke about this,” His face is earnest as he speaks.
But, what does that even mean when it comes to him? You’re not completely sure. What’s worse is that you don’t know if your stomach is flipping at the idea of him telling the truth or disappointment that he may not be. The latter is what scares you most. When did you start to care about him like that?
“You— are you— you’re— you want to date me?”
Nathan bites his tongue for several seconds. He can’t say that he wants to do more than date you. He wants to consume you, to worship you, to spread you across this table and drink from between your legs until you whine and beg him for mercy. He can’t do any of that— not yet at least.
He settles for, “Yes.”
With his affirmative response, with nowhere to hide you look down at your empty plate, trying to process what’s happening. If this is true and he wants to date you, was this your first date? First dates are consensual, and while you had agreed to this dinner with him you hadn’t even been aware of your feelings at the time. Surely you couldn’t date your boss. It’s the total opposite of what you’d been trying to do— keep a low radar and be as competent and professional as possible to keep your family on the right path. You wouldn't jeopardize that for the hot, broad, bearded man sitting in front of you, even if he was looking at you with those gooey brown eyes. How long had you pretended you didn’t see him? How wide he is, how his shirts cling to his shoulders and chest, how sometimes when he comes straight to the lab after boxing his pheromones have you wanting to rut against him like an animal in heat.
You inhale a sharp breath, horrified and surprised by the thoughts racing through your head. It’s like he had unlocked a vault of vulgarities.
Finally, you look at him, apologetic, “Nathan…I can’t. I can’t do something that.”
Nathan notices right away that you didn’t deny feeling anything, and for now that’s enough. It’s an in. And if he’s not mistaken he hears a breathiness in your tone, hunger in your eyes.
“Why?”
“You’re my boss,” You say simply. It seems rather straightforward but Nathan frowns at you in confusion. For a man with such a big brain he could miss the mark sometimes. It would be endearing if it didn’t drive you a little nuts. Okay, maybe it’s both.
“What’s that gotta do with anything?”
“If it went poorly—“
“You think I would fire you over my ego?”
“Quite frankly, yes. I’ve seen how you treat people.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” He insists firmly. He knows it’s true, he just had to convince you.
“How would you know?”
“Because I know.”
“And if I say that’s not good enough? My entire family is dependent on me. On the money I make. I can’t and won’t put that at risk.”
Nathan scoffs, “There is no risk. I’m sure.”
“What if I’m not sure?”
“What’s that gotta do with how I feel?”
“Everything.”
“Nothing. It’s got nothing to do with how I feel, wanna know why? Because I put my ass on the line asking you here, not knowing how the fuck you feel about me. You’re the most elusive, sweet, competent…fucking arousing woman I’ve ever met. I’m spoken for.”
“Prove it,” You challenge.
This time he’s sure. He can hear how winded you sound and he knows that he’s affecting you. He wants to clear the table, crawl across and fuck you until neither of you can think. He’s getting ahead of himself.
“Prove it?”
“A trial of you showing me that all of what you said is true. We can spend more time together, but no commitments, and if it doesn’t work out I keep my job.”
“You sure? You’re gonna fall in love with me,” He warns, his grin mischievous.
“And you’re gonna have to work for it. Have you ever had to court a woman, Mr. Bateman?”
“No, sounds like I’ve got a lot of research to do. I’m a fast learner.”
“That you are.”
“Do you want to know your choices for dessert?”
“There’s choices?”
“Four.”
You grow thoughtful for a moment, before saying, “All of them. Bring me all of them.”
He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face— if he wasn’t in love with you already he is now. You allow yourself to look at him, to really look at him. And like this, his teeth white and shiny, eyes crinkled in the corners, warm brown eyes he looks sweet. Lovable. Like he could one day be yours. You won’t get your hopes up, not yet.
—
Nathan walks you to your car. It’s strange, much sweeter than you anticipating him being, but you did tell he had to work for it. You unlock the car with your remote and he gets your door. He ushers you in. He takes your hand and kisses it, his full beard tickling your skin in a way that makes your thoughts go hot and filthy.
“Drive safe for fucks sake.”
“Aren’t you a charmer?” You murmur in that soft little voice.
Nathan raises a brow at you as he leans against the car. “Are you sassing your boss?”
“No. I’m sassing the man that claims he wants to pursue me.”
“I hate to break it to you, but those are the same man, sweetheart,” He teases with a grin.
“Not if he’s gonna get it together, and prove it.”
“Touché. Let me know when you get home?”
“Keeping tabs on me already?”
“I— I always wonder,” He admits softly, and as you peer at him, you notice a soft flush in his cheeks.
He’s going to be the death of you, isn’t he? Getting all soft and sweet and flustered. You want to grab him by the collar and kiss him until his chest heaves with arousal and he cums in his pants. Instead you say: “I’ll let you know.”
“Good,” He takes a step away from the car, trying his best not to show how pleased he is with your agreement.
He feels like a walking raw nerve. You hold his future in your hands— his happiness, his sanity. It’s unhealthy and scary, how much control you have over him. But this time, he knows that the person is worthy. You’re worth any pain you could cause him, and that’s solidified by the way you grin up at him. It’s the brightest thing he’s ever seen. You looking at him like this, your saccharine smile, eyes full of mirth has his brain liquifying.
He grits his teeth at the way you’ve turned him into some Shakespearean loser. He could wax day in and day out about you. Write lines upon lines of code that would program nothing but his feelings for you. It’s stupidly perfect. He wants this with no one else. There is just you. Part of him is convinced that it’s always been you. He’s been on trajectory, making his way to you with every single decision. Fuck Bluebook. Fuck robots and their fake brains and gangly synthetic limbs. Fuck his data. Fuck all of his accomplishments. There’s just you.
“See you tomorrow, Nathan.”
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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 2
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Jon sighed as he watched Kiyana’s car peel off down the street. Kiyana was like a sister to him and to see how much his words hurt her, hurt him. He stomped back into his daughter's party and pulled Josh to the side.
“You wrong. Why you ain’t telling everybody the truth? Got Yana out here looking like the asshole and she’s not, you are!” Josh sucked his teeth.
“Mind ya’ fucking business Jonathan. If you wanna be technical about it. You ain’t tell Kiyana the whole truth either. You knew I was sleeping with Shanté and never said anything.”
“Cause I thought you was gonna handle it Josh!” Jon yelled. “You got this attitude like Kiyana did you wrong and that ain't the case. You the one that ruined your marriage, not her so stop treating her like everything is her fault!”
“EVERYTHING IS HER FAULT!” Josh boomed back. “She fucked Joe of all people! She wanted to get back at me, cool, fine, whatever. It could have been with anyone else, but she chose Joe so fuck her.”
“HEY!” Trinity yelled as she came around to the side of the house that Jon had pulled Josh over too. “Everyone can hear you, including your kids.” She said, aiming that last part at Josh. “Today is Jayla’s day and y’all not about to ruin it.” Josh sucked his teeth and brushed past the two of them. When Jon went to follow, Trinity grabbed his arm stopping him. “You knew about Shanté and Josh?”
Jon sighed. “He told me when-”
“Why the fuck didn’t you say anything Jonathan!” She cut him off “You knew he was having an affair and kept it to yourself.” Trinity took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. “We gon talk about this later.” She muttered, giving him a stank look as she walked away from him.
“No, fuck this.” Kiyana muttered, wiping the tears off her face as she made a U-Turn and made her way back to Jon’s house. She rolled her eyes and ignored the mummers as she stormed back into the party and dragged Josh into the house by the collar of his shirt.
“Damn, Kiyana wait..” Josh said as he stumbled behind her.
“No, you fucking wait! I’ve been by your side for twenty-three years and for you to not say anything to Mel is fucking crazy.” Josh scoffed and folded his arms.
“You wanted me to defend you?” He chuckled. “We ain’t together anymore Kiyana. Call up Joe, I'm pretty sure his big ass will jump to defend you.” Kiyana stared at him in disbelief. She blinked a couple of time before reaching up and slapping him across his face.
“Fuck you Joshua.” She glared at him before turning on her heels and storming away from him. She quickly walked over to Kaiden and Kamari and then grabbed Kairo out of Talisua’s arms before leaving the party, not saying a word to anybody else.
She didn’t care if her taking her kids made her a ‘bitter baby mama’. She wasn't going to allow anybody to disrespect her. She was sick and tired of being looked at like the bad guy, so that's exactly what she was about to become…
Around 10pm that night there was a knock on her door and she knew exactly who it was. He had been texting her since she left the party with her kids.
“What?” She asked, rolling her eyes as he tried to push his way past her. “You not coming in my house.”
“Oh, you mean the house that I paid for. Move out my way Kiyana. I just wanna say goodnight to my kids.”
“No.” Kiyana folded her arms. “You’re not coming in here. Goodbye Joshua.” She tried to shut the door in his face, but he placed his foot in the doorway.
“Kiyana.” He gritted out, teeth clenched together as if he was trying to hold himself back from going off on her. “You made your point. I’ll speak up next time.”
“Next time?” She scoffed, pushing on the door, but he wouldn’t move his foot. “There should be no next time Joshua. Now go away before I call the cops.”
“You being childish as hell Key! I just wanna say goodnight to my sons, damn!” He yelled, pushing the door harder so Kiyana could lose her balance. She winced as he back met the wall and Josh’s eyes softened at the pained look on her face. “Shit, my bad Key.”
“Just leave please. The boys are already in bed. Ain’t shit else here for you.” Josh sighed and nodded his head.
“Can you have them call me when they wake up?”
“I’ll think about it.” She said, rubbing her back.
“Kiyana - “
“I said I'll think about it. Goodnight.” She muttered, closing the door in his face. Josh stood on the front door of his former home, watching through the glass door as Kiyana set the home security system. She looked back at him before shaking her head and turning off the porch light and walking up the stairs leaving him standing in the darkness of the night.
“Home sweet home.” Josh muttered as he walked into his apartment. This was not the life for him. He needed to be with his boys. He needed to be with Kiyana, but she didn’t want him anymore and Josh still couldn’t fully comprehend that they were divorced. He felt naked without his wedding ring. He felt incomplete without Kiyana by his side and he was going to do anything and everything for them to be a family again.. Starting with his sister Melvania.
Chapter 2 down.. thank you for all the nice comments and all of the love on chapter 1.
Josh is a little bi-polar when it comes to Kiyana and their relationship.. he blames her for their divorce but he also wants his wife back...
(if you think they're getting back together.. think again)
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Y’all wanted more river monster right? Another prompt, another night of debauchery.
A/N: It’s still monsterfucking, people. Go forward with caution if that’s not your bag. Breeding kink and this is like, actual monsterfucking too so legit 18+ NSFW No Minors. Listen to me for once please.
The rock digs into your back where Ed holds you down, large hand slick on the base of your throat. His claws pierce your skin, you can feel the little pin pricks under your ear where his fingers dig in. You’re gasping to the heavens while he noses around your chest, breathing in deep the tang of your arousal. He’s been holding back since the beginning, knows your fragile and weak and doesn’t want to hurt you, not in any significant way. But the way you showed up today, hair mused and face tinged pink he’d felt a shift in the air. He’d been downstream from you when he heard the little cattle call you used for him, a little echo that trilled down his spine and spurred him forward to you. He crept like he always did, making sure you were alone but he could smell you before he could see the flash of your white linen. That sunlight tinged with blood and something rounded. It rolled over his senses like rainfall and something had clicked into place.
This wouldn’t be his first time defiling you. He’d sent you back to your godly family more times than he could remember now, leaking and full of him. Full of the river and whatever old magic kept him hidden and safe. You’d gotten to the edge, perfect toes dipping into his waters and he’d forgotten for a moment you weren’t a meal. You dangled yourself so precariously in front of him, hands wrapped around your mouth to call him, eyes wide and glassy and smelling like mate and he rushed you. Pulled you down till you sputtered where the clear spring waters trailed over your lips. There’s fear under that arousal now, just a smidge and it makes him snap back to himself. Pulls you up tight against him and drags you back to his den where is dry and quiet and away from anything that can get you.
You’re all sighs and whimpers, hands running over his face where he can smell you at your wrist. He bites you there, just a small pressure to barely break skin but it has you gasping, marveling at the little trickle gliding down your wet arm. He holds you in place and rucks up your skirts, the white translucent and thin, letting him see the dark thatch of hair between your legs. He marvels at that every time you let him busy his face there but this isn’t an afternoon of lazy exploring. You’ve woken something up in him, a need that he’s never felt before but knows innately what he needs to do. No, what he wants. He wants you, all your sunlight and this new smell, this deep red earth and citrus tang that’s wound it’s way in his head.
You don’t talk to him, just nod your head when you feel his hand bullying its way up your legs and pulling them apart, gripping your hip and shifting you close to him. You’ve told him he’s like no one else you’ve ever been with before, nothing you’ve ever seen so he knows when he ruts into you with abandon that you’re just as lost in it as he is. He takes from you, cock shoved deep when he yanks you up by your shoulder so he can look at you, so he can dig his teeth into the soft parts of you. The breath punches out of you he’s so big, the stretch always barely imaginable but worth it when he moves you around so he can thrust up.
He has things he wants to say but no words for them, things you’d only understand if you were like him. He thinks if he can fill you up enough maybe you’ll start to get it. Maybe he can give you a whole brood just like him and maybe it’ll make this all make sense. Your hands wind up at the base of his neck, fingers in silky hair while he holds you down so you can’t move away. He can feel you pulsing around him, can hear in your gasps how close you are to your own release. Selfishly he doesn’t care right now, only interested in his own chase. He ruts up hard and feels it snap, feels the tie binding you two tighten. If it’s magic or nature or whatever god it is you pray to he doesn’t care. He only cares about you full of him. He wants to watch his seed run down your leg when you finally leave, satisfied little smile on your face. He’ll have one of his own knowing your his and no one else’s. Your dress hangs loose around you where it’s drying, your wide, strange eyes still glassy but half lidded. You give him one last little wave before disappearing between the trees and that last breeze sweeps through and he can smell you different now. Sunlight and blood and moss and him.
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I'm a slut for brat reader fics/hcs/Drabbles
same babes! and because this has been sitting on my frontal lobe for a few days, imma give y’all a little something with big papi Erwin and him getting his kick back on his bratty lil trophy wife.
cw: brat black fem!reader, dom erwin, vibrator use, spit play, slapping, choking, bondage, daddy’s used, overstimulation, nipple play, pet names (honey, sweetheart), mentions of exhibitionism/masturbation
“Say you’re sorry..”
“Ah—haaaaa..please..I wanna co—“
the words spilling from between your lips in a tearful plead as (y/n) lie flat on your back, staring hopelessly at the man who was so mercilessly pounded your pussy into oblivion. Your cries interrupted by the sharp zap of the vibrator plastered to your already sensitive clit. Hands restrained above your head, legs pinned back and held by his veiny hands and breasts jiggling from the thin cups of your pink lace teddy. Not exactly the predicament you had expected to find yourself in tonight but truth be told, you had all but brought this upon yourself. How so? By breaking the one condition that your otherwise dutiful and loving husband requested of you. Your job as his beloved bride was to do nothing else except live like a princess, look pretty and to allow him time to work without interruptions. Today, you couldn’t be vexed to comply and instead, burst into his office amid an important zoom meeting..wearing nothing but lingerie, sat your pretty little ass on the futon in there and began fingering yourself right in front of him. Sucking on your own nipples and moaning his name, among other things as his colleagues listened in. Playing with that pretty pink pussy and begging him to take it. See, the thing was, as loving and devout Erwin was, taking care of business..he had been neglectful of your needs and you missed your husband! Missed his big hands roaming your body, fucking you slowly underneath the flickering candlelight and making you feel good. Rather, he was tugging at that tie; choking you out and relentlessly torturing you with that device and giving you deep strokes. Gritting his teething and grunting… “Dry those fucking tears, sweetheart. Should’ve thought about this before interrupting my meeting. You know better.” True enough but it was clear that your sexual urges came first. Never would you have imagined that it would have landed you being forced into three orgasms consecutively. Squirting and spasming all over his shaft. Shaking vehemently as that vibrator whirred against your bud.
“Okay, okaaaaay! I’m sorry, daddy..fuck.” Begging him to let you come but it was to no avail. Tightening his grip when he felt you do the same on his dick. “Is that so? Sorry for interrupting me or sorry you got caught?” Truthfully, you couldn’t answer that, mainly because you were barely of coherent mind as is but what was certain was that you were about to drench him again if he didn’t stop. Instead, he’d keep burying himself inside of your tightness. At this point, the answer was whatever he wanted to hear but your words were of no use to him. Erwin then gave you a heavy smack to your cheek and prompted to open before spitting into your mouth, and holding your jaws together between his fingertips. Glaring at you with a somewhat diabolical smile..meeting your dumb, slutty, fucked out expression.
“Oh honey, you’re forgiven. But I think I want to fuck you for a little bit longer. Maybe then you’ll behave..I’ll make sure you’re too tired to even move. Less known, give me trouble.”
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a medium place | eric (a quiet place: day one) x fem!reader
summary: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life.
pairing: eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024) x fem!reader
tags: brief fighting, smut MINORS DNI: oral (f!recieving), fingering.
author’s note: i told y’all i’d be writing fics for this character as soon as i found out a name, and i whipped this up today! if you’ve never seen the quiet place films, you can still enjoy this fic! all you need to know is that aliens invade the earth, and they hunt by using sound (although that’s not really relevant to this fic lol). hope y’all enjoy!
“Eric!” you whined, sitting up in bed. “It’s so early, come back to bed!”
“Darling,” your husband said, his tone light but still warning. “You know I have to be at the office early today.”
“I know, I know,” you grumbled. Eric bustled around the bedroom, doing up his shirt as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and you pouted. “But, baby—”
“Oh, no,” Eric laughed. “Don’t you ‘baby’ me, you know what that does to me.”
“I know,” you said softly, slowly slinking out of bed and stopping your husband’s journey with a hand on his chest. “That’s why I said it.”
Eric sighed, his big dark eyes softening at the sight of you, bare legs, wearing his t-shirt, hair messy from sleep, his beautiful girl, and Eric slipped a kiss onto your mouth quickly. “I don’t have time, sweetheart,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes.
“I know,” you said. “You never have time for me anymore.”
“Hey,” Eric said, his eyebrows furrowing. “That’s not fair.”
“Well, it’s true,” you said. “You’re always at the office, I’m home alone more often than I ever see you, and I just miss you, baby. I just— I don’t know, I’m starting to feel like an afterthought in your life.”
“You’re not,” Eric told you. “Sweetie, you’re the biggest thing in my life, I do everything for you. I work so much so that I can give you the life that you deserve, because you deserve the world. I love you, darling, but…” He sighed and shrugged, and his eyes flicked to his watch. “I have to go to work.”
“Fine,” you huffed. “Go to work, do whatever you need to.”
“Baby, please,” Eric said, his arms going around you tightly. “Please don’t be mad at me, I can’t leave, knowing that you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you, Eric,” you told him. “I’m just frustrated that I don’t seem to be a priority.”
“You are a priority, I promise,” Eric told you quickly. “I just— We’re in the middle of something huge right now, we have a ton of work, but it’ll lessen up soon, and-and I’ll take you to dinner tonight!” You wriggled out of your husband’s arms and started back to bed, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back into his embrace. You had always felt so happy and warm and safe in Eric’s arms, ever since you had started dating in college, but now it felt like he was grasping at any straws to convince you to stay. “I’ll take you to dinner, to that little Italian place you like, and we’ll order wine and we’ll have a good time, alright? And then, when we get home, I-I’ll go down on you, how about that? Would you like that?”
“Of course I’d like that,” you told him. “But will you be home before fucking eight o’clock tonight?”
“I’ll make sure I am,” Eric told you. “I’ll be home at five, okay? I promise you I’ll be home early.”
“Alright,” you agreed. “But you can’t break that promise to me. This is important to me.”
“Of course,” Eric said. “How about I— You know what, how about—“ He kissed you, then his hands went to his shirt, undoing the buttons and shucking it off of his shoulders. “How about I do the second part of that now?”
“What second part?” you asked. “The whole ‘going down on me’ thing?”
“Yeah,” Eric said, nodding quickly. “I’ll be a little late to work and leave a little early, how does that sound? Lay down, baby, let me take care of you.”
“Okay,” you giggled, sitting down on the bed and pulling Eric towards you and kissing him again. His kiss was greedy, his tongue instantly invading your warm mouth, tasting you like he never had before, not even on your wedding night. “S’long as you do it again tonight.”
“I’ll do it as much as you want me to,” Eric said. “Gotta keep my wife pleased, right?”
“Right,” you told him. “Get to work, baby.”
Eric laughed, planting a kiss on your jaw before he grabbed at your shirt and started to pull it up your body. He kissed your warm skin as it was revealed to him, stopping to suck at your pebbled nipples, and you gasped and arched into him.
“Eric, baby,” you breathed, your hand reaching up and gathering his curls between your fingers.
“I know, sweetheart,” Eric cooed softly, kissing down between your tits and to your stomach. “You missed me, huh?”
“Missed you so bad,” you whimpered, and you tugged his curls as he grabbed hard at your hips, hard enough to leave sensitive bruises. His eyes flicked up to yours, big and dark and already blown-out, and he pressed a kiss to your pussy through your panties. You couldn’t remember the last time that Eric had touched you like this, and your body reacted instantly, your hips bucking up into his face. “Shit, sorry—”
“Don’t apologize,” Eric told you. “It was cute.” He kissed you again, his tongue darting out to lick at your panties softly, and he whispered, “Wanna take my time with you.”
“Baby,” you laughed. “I appreciate that, but I’m really turned on right now, and I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“And what’ll happen if you do have to wait?” Eric asked, and you rolled your eyes.
“Nothing good,” you told him. His fingers grabbed at your panties and started to tug them down your legs, and you could tell how eager he was by the way his hands shook. It was adorable, frankly, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it before his mouth attached to your bare and wet pussy.
Every thought in your head issued out as soon as you felt his tongue on you, leaving you a wordless little lump on the bed. You moaned softly, shivering under his grip, and Eric licked a broad stripe up your pussy, ending on your clit, where he gave a tight suck. The suction was amazing and almost otherworldly— Eric always had been good at going down on you— your head tilted back as bolts of electricity ran up your legs and settled in your belly.
“Eric,” you whispered, your hips twitching in his hands. He licked another stripe up you, tasting your wet release, and you groaned as the tip of his tongue played with your clit quickly. “Eric, fuck!”
“That’s it, baby,” Eric whispered, his plush lips closing around your clit and sucking hard again. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Feels so good,” you moaned, reaching out with your open hand to fist at the bedsheets, trying to anchor yourself down. “So good, baby, fuck.”
“Aw, baby,” Eric said. “So pretty, so beautiful like this. Fuck, baby, I’m so happy you’re mine.”
“I love you,” you whispered, and Eric carefully pushed his tongue into your hole, tasting you. He moaned against you as he fucked you on his tongue, the vibrations running up your spine and making you brain bounce in your skull, and you tugged hard at his hair and whimpered out, “Eric, fuck! Just like that! Don’t stop!”
Eric was making a mess of both of you, spreading his spit and your slick around, coating his lips and chin, so greedy and eager to taste you that he didn’t care about it. The feeling was electric, and your legs kicked a little with overstimulation as Eric’s fingers joined in, sliding into you next to his tongue. His fingers were so thick that you instantly moaned at the stretch of him, and Eric laughed softly, his warm breath fanning across your wet pussy. “Yeah?” he asked. “This greedy pussy sucking in my fingers like this, you’re so bad, fuck, my sweet girl.”
“Feels so good,” you whispered breathlessly, and you moaned when his fingers started to pump in and out of you, fucking you quickly. The sound of it hit the walls and bounced back at you, the wet squelch making your eyes roll back, and the noises that your husband was making as he pleasured you were too good. “Fuck, Eric, I’m gonna cum.”
“Already?” Eric asked.
“It’s been a long time,” you said defensively, and you saw the way that Eric’s face faltered.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll never leave you wanting again. I have to be better than that.”
“I wasn’t fair to you, though,” you said. “It’s your job, it’s not your fault that you’re working all these hours.”
“We just need to find a medium place,” Eric said. “One where I work but still care for you.”
“We can do that,” you told him, and Eric smiled up at you. He laid a gentle kiss on your pussy, and he slid his fingers out from you. “I love you, Eric.”
“I love you so much,” Eric said, his smile melting as he looked at you, and his eyes flicked behind your face to the windows. You loved the flat that you rented, but especially the bay window that was in your bedroom. You often sat there and looked down at the London street, waiting to see your husband walking home or just plain people-watching, and you told Eric that you never wanted to move and lose that window. “What the fuck?” Eric mumbled, and your heart pounded in your chest.
“What?” you asked. You quickly craned your head to look out the window, and, in the sunrise, you saw a glare. No, it wasn’t a glare; it was something in the sky, giving off light. It looked almost like a huge fireball, like something out of a sci-fi movie, and a cold fear hit your body. “Baby?”
Eric silently got off his knees and went to the window, and you grabbed your panties and tugged them on before you followed him. Your legs shook as you grabbed at his hand, and Eric slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body. “Get my phone,” Eric whispered, but, before you could even move, the lights in the bedroom flickered.
The lights triggered something in you, and you parted from your husband, going to your dresser and grabbing a pair of pants before you went to your nightstand and grabbed your phone. Your internet was down, a small SOS appearing where your data bars should have been. “Cell service is shot,” you said, and Eric went about dressing himself, just as he had been before your interruption. A brown suit, his comfy canvas shoes, and Eric tapped at his phone as you paced the room.
“I read something last week about a meteor shower,” Eric told you. “I didn’t think we’d see it.”
“Eric, that’s not a meteor shower,” you told him, your voice shaking. “And a meteor shower wouldn’t cut cell service. Something is going on—“
There was a pounding at your front door as the lights flickered again, and you nearly jumped out of your skin in shock. Your nerves already felt fried, and you glanced at your husband as you watched his face turn stony.
“Stay here,” he told you, and he started to leave the bedroom, but he stopped for a moment to drag you into his body and kiss your forehead. “You’re safe. Whatever’s going on, you’re safe.”
“B-But—“ you started, and the pounding on your door came again, along with the sound of someone shouting. You didn’t know your neighbor too well, but you did know the sound of her voice, and it comforted you a little to know that it was just your neighbor at the door.
“Just stay here,” Eric told you. “Stay away from the window, stay here.”
“Eric—“
“Stay here!” He never raised his voice at you, and the way that he did just then made your skin crawl. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Before your husband could leave the room, he squeezed you tightly, and you reached up and kissed his lips, your hand moulding to the shape of his jaw.
“Eric, I’m scared,” you whimpered, and he looked down at you with those perfect dark eyes of his.
“I know,” Eric whispered. “It’ll be okay. Whatever’s going on, I won’t let you get hurt. You understand me?” When you didn’t answer him, he grabbed your chin in his hand, making you look at him, and he firmly asked, “You understand? You’re safe.”
You nodded, sniffling, as your neighbor banged on your door for a third time, and you heard her call Eric’s name. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, and he kissed you again before he whisked off out of the room to answer the door.
Your arms went tight around yourself as you sat on the corner of the bed, your legs shaking with fear, and you looked back at the window. The fireball, as you chose to call it, was still lingering in the sky, and you futilely grabbed at your phone to try any attempt at getting a call out to your mum, but, before you could dial her number, a shadow passed by your window.
You knew what your husband had said, stay away from the window, but you couldn’t help yourself. You slowly stood up and stalked to the window, peeking out, and you saw the street empty, devoid of people. It was eerie, and goosebumps appeared on your skin as you spotted something move at the end of the street. You couldn’t even make out what it was before fear froze you, and, as the window shattered, you screamed, “Eric!”
#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#eric aqp x reader#eric aqp x you#eric aqp#a quiet place: day one#a quiet place day one#joseph quinn#joe quinn
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“THE AFTERMATH”
P/S: babydaddy!eren never skips the aftercare. Ever
W/C: 1162
A/N: First request I saw was a nice little bit of fluff so here is baby daddy Eren taking care of his babydoll as he always does, fluff, aftercare, babydaddy!Eren X reader, just some cute stuff to clean your palettes before the smut comes back in😈, nicknames, shower
Side note: y’all don’t understand how much I love the support. As I’ve said this is my writing from my book that I substitute my OC for because Eren is my baby fr lol. But thank y’all for the loves, reblogs, and comments. It’s means more than you know.
Shoutout to @anabanana00 for this post🤍. I might do a second drop today for all the love
“We should probably get cleaned up babydoll.” He said, stroking the side of my head. “You finished already?” You pout. “You not?!” He huffed out a laugh, eyebrows raised in slight shock as he met my gaze. “It’s been a while.” you shrug. You took the time that he was off guard to flip him onto his back, mounting on top of him. “Babydoll…” he breathes, hands shooting up to your waist. You smile down at him, “Don’t worry, I just want to kiss you.” You say softly.
You lean down and press your lips against his, savoring in the softness. He grazes his tongue against your teeth. Your tongues tangle with each other, arching and curving in slow intimacy. Eventually you separate, needing to come up for air. You look down at his face again, green eyes hooded and glossed over, lips swollen and red.
“Come on, I need food for round two.” You tease, slipping your down his body. Your feet hit the floor and your legs wobble slightly. “You good princess?’ He asks, sliding his warm hands against your waist to help steady you. You nod, pressing your palms against the bed until you can stand solid on your feet. “I got you babydoll, Come on.” Eren stands up and lifts you in his arm bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom.
He sits you on the counter before walking to the shower and turning the water on. You lean back into your hands and watch him move around the room, collecting towels and soaps to use. Once he places everything down, Eren comes back over to you, lifting you from the counter, wrapping your thighs tightly around his slim waist. He opens your sliding door and slips into the shower before letting you slide down his body until you’re standing in front of him.
The hot water cascades down your back as you let out a low murmur of approval. He lathered the soap in the towel and took his time washing your body. Starting with your shoulders, he drags the towel down your arms and under your armpits. He takes extra time circling each of your breasts with the towel, dragging the fabric over your already sensitive nipples. You hiss slightly which makes him pause, looking into your eyes for approval to continue. You nod slightly and he starts back up again.
Once he finishes your top half he moves to your long legs. The towel moves across your body with such intensity and gracefulness. You stand in silence as you let him cater to you. He makes sure to get every crevice, moving the towel around to your ass and cleaning up the mess he made in between your thighs. Grabbing another towel, he wet it with the hot water and brushes it in between your legs. You shiver slightly as the fabric swipes your sensitive area, your arm shooting out to grip his biceps. He looks up at you from the position he is in and heat surges through your body. Those emerald eyes you love so much search your face for any discomfort as he kneels down to wash your body.
“You ok?” He asked. You nod. He continues to wipe all over you before pushing you gently underneath the running water. “Hair or no?” He asks, breaking the silence. “Yes please.” You whisper. He smiles softly, reaching to the shelf and grabbing your favorite shampoo. He squirts some in his hands, smirking to himself at the sound, his mind going back to a few minutes before. You playfully roll your eyes and shake your head at him. He lathers the shampoo under the water and gently begins to rake his fingers into your thick hair, scratching at your scalp softly.
You smile at the actions remembering the very first time you taught him to take care of your hair. He was so nervous to touch it then which completely contrasts how skilled he is with you now. “Mmm, I love it when you do this.” You say softly. “I know .” He teases. He scratches your head a little harder before rinsing then repeating the same actions with the conditioner.
“Rennie.” You call to him in a squeak. “Yes, my sweet baby doll.” He responds, brushing detangler through your hair, making sure he sections it and twists each part to the side like you showed him years ago. “I-…” you weren’t exactly sure how to ask. This all felt so domestic and natural. But that wasn’t your relationship with him. It didn’t work out that way for you all. “What are we doing?” You whisper softly. He finishes twisting your hair, squeezing the excess water out before the shower off, going to grab you a towel. You step into the fluffy cotton and wrap it around yourself.
He looks into your eyes and you could swear you saw a hint of longing there. “Ask me tomorrow.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Come on.” He leads you to the kitchen and sits you down on one of your metal stools at the island as he rummages through the fridge. He pulls out a few drinks and makes his way towards the cabinets. You watch him work his way around the kitchen as if it was second nature. His beautiful tresses are pulled into a half ponytail to keep it out of his face, a few beads of water dripping from the ends of the shorts strands that still fell over her forehead. The white towel he used to dry off is discarded and a pair of his leftover shorts hang off his hips.
Eren had given you one of his t-shirts that you loved, the letters old and worn, and left his chest bare. You take the time to admire the full arm sleeve he has, paying attention to the intricate designs in the ink that he had done on himself. He works swiftly in the kitchen, compiling a tray of snacks and drinks for you both. “Ready?” He asks. You nod again, words seemingly to be nonexistent in your brain. He grabs the tray and beckons you to follow him into the living room.
He quickly rearranges your big modular sofa into a bed, tossing your blankets and fluffy pillows together. He sits the tray next to the couch and plops down on the sofa, holding his arms out to you. You shuffle your way over to him, snuggling into his body as he turns on one of your favorite comfort movies and pulls you closer into him. That familiar scent of sandalwood and mint wafts into your nose as your body presses close to him. You feel his long fingers on your back, rubbing small circles into your skin as the movie starts to playYou allow all of it, knowing that tomorrow may bring rain but you were going to bask in the sun as long as it would stay.
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