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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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strip poker

matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: explicit content 18+ minors dni (mxf, dirty talk, honestly kind of tame if i’m honest) swearing, gambling?? idk it’s literally the title

a/n: i have been getting a few messages to write more matt so HERE IS ME FULFILLING THAT REQUEST! i’m so glad you guys liked the first one! hope you enjoy! also this gif is how i imagine him looking for the whole first part. fuxk he’s so hot anyways.

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“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. How is that even possible?” You shout, nearly spilling your beer on the already sticky table at Josie’s. You’d been playing poker in the shitty little set up at the back, a bunch of screwed up twenty dollar bills half heartedly thrown in as Matthew Murdock won yet another round.

“It’s unfair, really. Gets the looks and the brains. He either folds right away, or wins the whole game.” Foggy shakes his head, shoving Matt on the shoulder. “I lost a lotta money to this guy in college.”

“Yet you still play him.” Karen chucks her cards in the centre, watching Foggy re-shuffle the deck while Matt takes his winnings, shrugging.

“I didn’t say I learnt from it.”

“But how does that even…work? Because, you’re—well, you know…” You lean back, trying not to think about Matt’s attention, and how it had been on you the whole night. Especially now, as his fingers card through the new wad of cash in his hands, almost like he’s doing it just for you.

“Blind?” He smiles, and you make a noise of agreement while finishing off your beer. “I’m just very good at reading people.”

“Oh, I get it. You cheat, don’t you? Feel the fibres in the cards or whatever.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

“Feel the fibres?”

“Okay— well, it’s something like that, though. Isn’t it?” Even Foggy was interested now, snatching the deck that was now in the centre of the table. Matt shrugs again, hanging one arm around the empty chair next to him.

“I don’t cheat. Most people give away their hand as soon as they open their mouth. You just have to know the tell. Poker is just a waiting game.” He says it casually like winning every single poker game he’s ever played is the simplest thing in the world. “Plus, like you said. It’s not like I can look over your shoulder, can I? How would I cheat?”

“Well, whatever it is, I hope it fails, because I need to start paying off this tab if Josie’s gonna serve us anymore.” Foggy deals out the cards, and you watch Matt intently. He never even picks up his cards, just sits there with one hand wrapped around his beer, head turned in your direction. “Alright, Karen?”

“I’m out. I’m running out of money.” Foggy boo’s, and she laughs, sliding off her chair. “Maybe if my boss’ paid me more, I’d be in.”

“Okay, ouch.” Foggy pouts, but deals your cards, skipping over Karen’s empty seat. “Matthew, you start.”

“I’m in.” He smirks, his free hand lightly tracing around the edges of his face-down cards. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“In.” You look at Foggy, and he sighs, pushing in his money as well.

“Last round. I’m all in.” All in doesn’t mean a lot to Foggy considering he’d only had about two chips and a one dollar bill left, but you and Matt still had a fair amount. Both of you match his bet, and he flips over another card. “Well, fuck.”

“See? Everyone’s got a tell.” Matt laughs and you roll your eyes. Foggy chucks his cards in the centre.

“Anyone could tell Foggy was gonna lose.”

“Hey! I had a fair chance about an hour ago.” Leaving both you and Matt laughing, he turns to go find Karen. “You two kids get home safe, okay?”

“I’ll look after her.” He says, his head still angled towards you. Your grip on the cards in your hand gets a little tighter, and he taps his finger on the table, asking you to flip another card. “Come on. You aren’t giving up yet, are you?”

“Definitely not.” You flip the last card, and it’s a King. The one you were looking for— you had a full house. A strong hand, but you didn’t want to give yourself away. You say nothing, remembering what Matt said earlier, and he smiles after a beat of silence.

“You aren’t talking to me now?” He teases, leaning over the table on his forearms to get a little closer to you. He smells like beer and cedar— a strange combination, but somehow intoxicating on him. “You know I’m gonna beat you anyways. No point in getting all quiet on me.”

“Shut up and make your bet, Murdock.” He’s still got that smirk on his face, the one that says he’s going to beat you before you’ve even put your cards down, and he matches your bet, sliding a few bills into the centre. “Showoff.”

“Just trying to impress you.” He was making it increasingly hard to keep a poker face, and you know he couldn’t see you but somehow it felt like he could see straight through you, like he knew how every one of his sweet words ate away at that feeble resistance you’d built up to try and keep him out. “You can fold if you need to. I promise I won’t hold it against you.”

“Does this whole act usually work for you? The girls eat this shit up, don’t they?” He shrugs, leaning back and leaving his still turned down cards on the table.

“Most of the time.” You push in double the amount of money he bet, and somehow he knows exactly how many, because before you’d even sat back he was matching the bet, smiling sweetly at you.

“How?!”

“How what?”

“How do you know you’ll win?” You lean forward and he moves too, mirroring you and nearly meeting your hands in the centre of the small table.

“I can’t give away all my secrets.” You roll your eyes and lay your cards face up on the table. He doesn’t so much as flinch, both your bodies still leaning towards each other.

This part of the bar was quiet and secluded, and you swear if you angled yourself just right no one would even be able to see you from here. The thought drove your brain to a whole lot of dirty thoughts you had been trying your best not to have about your literal boss, and you physically shook them away. When he spoke again, you had to squint to focus.

“Wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

“Oh, piss off. Let’s see what you have.” You deflect, holding out hope you could still make something of this game. Still smirking, he keeps his head angled towards you, reaching over and sliding his cards to you. You’re hesitant to take them, and he knows it.

“Help a guy out?” He reaches out to the wrong spot on the table, a clear ploy to get you to flip them for him. He was delaying this— dragging it out because it was fun to him, and as much as it sucked you were losing money, you’d probably empty your wallet if it kept him this close to you.

“I’m not falling for your helpless act. I’ve seen you in a court room.”

“Indulge me.” Deciding not to delay the process any longer, you flip them all over in one go.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” A royal-fucking-flush.

“What is it?” He says smiling, keeping as close to you as possible.

“A— you know what? I’m not even going to tell you.” He breathes out a laugh, leaning back finally, and it’s only when he’s sitting in his chair again that you manage to get your head screwed back on straight. “Now I’m really out of money.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Happens to the best of them.” You scoff. That’s the second time he’s called you that, and it seems to make you fidget in your seat more every time.

“Just means you have to cover the tab.”

“Don’t pout.” Instantly you steeled your face, and just as you were about to ask him exactly how he knew, he spoke again. “I tell you what— you want your money back, we can play a new game. All or nothing.”

“I feel like this is a trap.” He laughed, the sound drawing you in like some kind of siren song. You leaned forward again, reaching out for your money on the table, but he was faster, his own enveloping yours. His hands were rough and large, and you couldn’t peel your eyes away from how you practically disappeared underneath him.

“It’s not a game we can play here, though.” You swallow hard. You’d always flirted with Matt— it was easy, and honestly the best part of your day was seeing that playful smile, or even when his ears got a little pink when you got particularly close to whisper something about a case.

But this? He’s talking about leave a bar with him. On a Saturday night. To play a game. You chugged the rest of your beer, needing the liquid courage.

“Alright, Matthew. I’ll indulge you. What kind of game are you talking about?”

“Poker.” Laughing, you watch as he gets up from his chair and grabs his jacket, already resigned to the idea you were both leaving. Now.

“We are playing poker.”

“It’s not that kind of poker.” He’s right next to you now, edged between you and the chair cemented to the floor next to you. He was so close you had no choice but to lean into him, not that you could think of anything else you’d rather be doing.

“Not that kind of poker?” You say softly, and he hums. The sound vibrates through his chest, and you resist the urge to flutter your eyes close and just listen to him talk. Something about his voice has you floating on air, and it’s part of the reason he’s so hard to resist. He just never stops talking.

You jump slightly when you feel his hand brush against your shoulder. You were wearing a silk dress that hung off your shoulder, so he took his time, grazing along your soft skin. His fingers carded through your hair lightly, and to top it off, he brushed the hair back, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck, tilting your face upwards gently.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were suggesting something unprofessional, Mr. Murdock.” His face splits into another smile, but his hand drops from your skin. Instantly you feel colder without his touch.

“You tell me to go to Hell right now and I will. No hard feelings. You’re a good lawyer, and I won’t mess this up for you.” Now you understand why he stopped touching you. Matthew Murdock— self professed people reader, was unsure if he’d read this situation right. The thought occurred to you once to fuck with him a little, but when you looked up at him and saw how tight his jaw was, you melted a little. That tiny wall of resistance you’d built up was crumpled from the inside.

“And if I say I’m interested in this little game?”

“Then I’d say I’ll meet you outside. Balls in your court, princess.” He presses a light kiss to your cheek, and you nearly get dizzy from the gesture if you hadn’t seen him grab your money as well as his off the table before he disappears into the crowd.

You call after him, but all you get is a shrug and a laugh that is unmistakably his as he disappears into the crowd. You don’t move for a second— your heart screaming at you to get on your feet and follow him, but a small, stupid part of your brain tells you to not. He was your boss, after all, and you needed this job, but it was also Matt.

You knew he was a little bit of a lady killer— Karen and Foggy making a thousand jokes at his expense which he managed to laugh off. Even with clients he always managed to win the girls over with his charm, but as much as people talk about it, ever since you came around you haven’t seen him so much as flirt for more than a few minutes with anyone but you. Sure, you weren’t with him every second of every day, but between the late nights and weekends spent in his office to getting lunch and sometimes dinner on your days off, even Foggy had made a few passing comments about how he’d staved off women.

You didn’t have a leg to stand on to get jealous even if he did— but it made your heart stutter in his chest to think you had something to do with it. He was always showing up with an extra coffee for you, walking you home if you had to stay late, paying you endless compliments… and the way he spoke to you, teasing but never cruel, always making you laugh even when you hadn’t slept for 24 hours.

Really— your decision on whether to follow him out was made months ago when you first met him. The moment you saw that stupid smile and the first time he said your name; you nearly took the chair with you with how quick you jumped up to find him outside the bar.

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“I’ve never been to your place before.” You listen to the sound of Matt pouring you a glass of wine as you hang your head off the back of his couch. You have to squint to block out the streaming colour of light that shines through the giant windows; hues of pink and blue billboard warped from the rain that was coming down outside.

“It’s an acquired taste.” He taps your leg and you shift to sit up, him sitting close next to you handing you a glass. “You like red, right?”

“I drink anything as long as it’s free.”

“This one’s on me.” You laugh into your glass, taking a long sip and enjoying the burn that comes with it. It tastes expensive, and you expect nothing less from him. He’s facing you, one arm lazily hanging behind you on the couch, and your heart is racing even without the wine.

“So, did you really invite me up here for a game of poker, or was that just a ploy to get in my pants?” His laugh fills the quiet apartment, and he leans forward to pull out a drawer, his hand reappearing with a deck of cards.

“I never say no to a pretty girl in my apartment, but if you want your money back, you’re going to have to play me for it.” You snatch the cards from him, shuffling them dramatically.

“And tell me why, exactly, we couldn’t play this all important game in the bar?” You watch him carefully, how you always do when your alone, and you see his tell tale sign. The slightest hint of red on his cheeks, just at your question. “Matthew?”

“You’re out of money, but we’re still playing poker. What do you think we’re betting?” Now you were the one blushing.

“So this really was a ploy to get in my pants.” You try to sound nonchalant, confident like he always manages to come across as, but your voice shakes a little at the end of your sentence, and you were still shuffling the cards even though they were way past ready. You quickly put them on the table and down the rest of your wine.

“Can you blame me?” He asks lowly, and you cross your legs, ignoring the heat that grows in your stomach. “Listen, you know I love these games we play, but I don’t want you to—“

“If you’re bitching out now, I can take the money in credit or cheque, too.” He stops talking, mouth open a little, and scoffs out a laugh. The last thing you wanted him to do was think you weren’t a hundred and ten percent here for whatever he wanted to do with you. To you. Shit— that wine was going straight to your head.

“Alright, you asked for it. I was gonna go easy on you, but…”He sighs and shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, dealing the cards.

“Sure you were. Pick up the cards this time.” You all but shove them in his hands, and he takes his time pulling away from you, smiling like he could feel your pulse through the small touch and knew how much he affected you.

Looking at your cards, you tried to see a way to win with what was on the table. You had nothing, really, but he didn’t know that, and you still had a chance. Besides, if he wanted to play that kind of poker, you were positive you wouldn’t have to rely on the cards to distract him. If you could keep your thoughts under control.

“It’s a real shame you aren’t going to win, you know.” You bait him, and his head tilts up from where he was pretending to be looking at his cards.

“And why is that?” You shift in your seat at his voice. Again.

“Well, I dressed up all pretty for tonight.” You flip over the next card on the table, and suck in a breath. “And it’s just a shame you won’t get to experience that.”

“You know the point of this game isn’t to keep your clothes on. No matter how pretty you are in that dress.” He flips over the final card, and you bite down on your lower lip. You have nothing. Nada.

“Exactly, but the best part of my outfit isn’t the dress. It’s what I’m wearing underneath.” His eyes close, and you watch as he sighs and lets his head fall back.

“Can’t believe I was going to take it easy on you, sweet thing.” You can’t stop the grin on your face as he looks up at you like he’s in legitimate pain. “Play your cards.”

“Ohh, so serious now!” He manages a small ‘hm’ and although you were joking, he doesn’t seem so playful anymore. The look on his face was more akin to what he was like in court— focused and ready to win at all costs. “Don’t pout.”

“You’re bluffing, aren’t you?” He says, and you feel his hand on your opposite shoulder, the arm laying around the back of your couch sneaking closer while you were distracted. You shuffle slightly closer, allowing him the space.

“I thought you knew everyone’s tells.”

“You’re a little harder to read than most, I’ll admit it.” You make a noise in surprise, but he just shakes his head. “That doesn’t mean I won’t take you apart just as easily.”

“Guess you’ll have to play your cards to find out. Unless you want to fold?” He laughs, breaking up the tension just a little, and while you two were inches away from each other, he tosses his cards half heartedly onto the table, face up.

“How’d I do?” He leans closer, taking the extra space when you turn your head. You feel every word he speaks on your skin, lips not even an inch away from being on you. You could hardly keep your eyes open, let alone focus on the cards.

“I think you win this round.” You manage, shakily exhaling as you practically feel his smile on your neck. The hand that was around the back of the couch leaves you completely, while the other slowly creeps up the bare skin of your arm, making you shiver. “Th-three sixes against a four of a kind.”

“Hmm. Unlucky.” Shallow breaths were the only ones you could take with him this close. Gentle fingers find the soft material of the strap of your dress, hooking under it loosely. You told yourself you didn’t wear this dress for him— but you knew how it would feel. Silky and smooth against your skin, if he couldn’t see how good you looked in this dress, he would damn well feel it.

He slowly drops the strap down your shoulder, then the other hand encourages the other side down. You use your arms to keep the dress up, making him work for it a little, but as soon as he tugs lightly at the hem you let the dress fall over your breasts.

Matt’s hands feel the lace of your bra, lingering a little longer than he had to. Then he flattens his palms on either side of your rib cage, pulling the dress lower. He feels every curve and ridge on your body, and you can’t take your eyes off his face. He was enamoured— completely lost in the feeling, so much so that his eyes were shut tightly, even the light was taking too much away from the sensation.

“Matt, hurry u—“

“Shh. Let me enjoy my prize.” He finally leans closer, a soft kiss to your collarbone nearly melting you into the couch.

His hands reach your hip, and then get a little more aggressive, fisting the soft material and pulling rather than guiding. You shimmy your hips and let him drag it down your thighs. He seems reluctant to move past the faint excuse for underwear you were wearing, but eventually the dress falls to the floor, and he sighs.

“You were right.”

“About what?” His hand catches your chin, thumb pressing on your bottom lip lightly.

“You are even prettier like this.” Your knuckles were going white with how hard they were trying to stay at your sides, but now you were half naked, and he hadn’t so much as taken his jacket off.

“You think so?”

“I fucking know so. And these—“ The hand on holding your face to his is still on your hip, and one finger hooks under the lace. “—these for me?”

“You haven’t won that yet.” He presses his forehead to yours and groans, and then leans back, but doesn’t go too far. “Your turn to deal.”

“Fine.” He frowns like a little kid who just got told he can’t have ice cream, and quickly swipes up the cards. It’s only then that you notice these ones— his personal set, have braille on them.

“You can read these ones.” You say, and he nods.

“This game is much more important.” Biting your lip so hard it’s probably bleeding, you watch his talented hands quickly sort and deal the cards. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m cheating.”

“You’re so funny.” You squint, and he smiles.

This round is much faster. He’s clearly in no mood to fuck around anymore, and makes every opportunity to touch you now you’re sitting in front of him in nothing but a few strands of lace. In front of anyone else, you think you’d feel insecure, or at the very least cold, but with the way he’s acting like he’s starving for you— it has enough heat in that look to warm you for an entire winter.

You actually have a good hand this time, and to your surprise, you win. Your Aces beat his fours, and he takes off his jacket.

“That is hardly fair.”

“Are you trying to get me to take my clothes off? Because that is entirely unprofessional.” You want to laugh, but what you want more is to tear off the buttons on his shirt and— “Your cards, sweetheart.”

“So, are you going to tell me how you know you’ll win?” You take them quickly, trying to ignore how you missed him reshuffling the deck completely because you were too lost in your thoughts of fucking him right here, right now. What else was going to happen here, though? It was the anticipation that was driving you wild— the inevitable burn of what was months in the making.

“You really want to know?”

“Please.” He smiles again, flicking through his cards.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” You laugh, and he faces you again.

“You’re kidding.”

“It gets faster when you’re winning.” You look down at your cards— another solid hand, and you think he might of had something to do with that.

“I don’t think th—“

“It’s getting faster.” He leans closer again, tilting his head like he could actually hear you internally losing your shit. He was right— it was getting faster, but it had nothing to do with the cards. “You have a good hand, don’t you?”

“Maybe?” He laughs, and his hand touches yours. You watch as his hands— the hands you’ve spent way too many hours looking at, and they read your cards.

“Shit. I’m starting to think you might be cheating.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands reach out, stopping him.

“My turn.” Keeping your hands on top of his, you relish in his surprised expression as you swing your leg over him. He all but gasps when you sit your weight down fully, the underwear hiding nothing from him or you as you press yourself against him.

Your fingers are as soft as his were, moving his tie to the side while you slowly undo each little button. When a new one opens, more of him is revealed, and every inch of unexplored skin has you nearly panting. Not to mention the way he’s holding you, his hands roaming the bare skin of your back and hips to pull you closer.

When you finally reach the bottom of his shirt, you nearly rip at it trying to remove it, but Matt takes it from you and slips out of it within a second, throwing it away somewhere behind you. Your hands are gentle as they slide up his chest, trying your best to avoid the scars that might still be painful. You had no idea he had so many scars— the image of him shirtless is even more alluring now.

“I don’t want to play games anymore.” You whisper, and his hand is already tangled in your hair when you finish, hauling your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Its fiery and hot, everything burning at once. You wrap your arms around his head and in one motion he stands, a small squeak of surprise coming from you as your legs wrap around his torso.

You couldn’t stop obsessing over the feeling of his skin on yours, the way he felt so warm against you; how his hands were rough and gentle at the same time, grabbing and pulling at any part of you they could find purchase. Eventually he stopped moving and your world fell backwards, landing on soft sheets and being encased by Matthew Murdock.

“Matty…” You whine into his mouth and he hums against you, his tongue opening you up, taking control of every single breath you take. Your eyes flutter open when he moves lower, kissing your jaw, and you inhale sharply when his teeth bite lightly at the sensitive spot on your neck. It felt electric, almost, the way he followed the harsher touch with gentle kisses and soothing hands.

“Fuck, you liked that? My sweet little fucking thing. Thought about this every day.” He groaned the confessions against your skin, leaving you helpless to do anything but moan and squirm underneath him. You were at his mercy, and you were pretty sure if he didn’t fuck you soon you’d implode. “You’re beautiful. Beautiful.”

His hand slips from your side down between your bodies, quickly finding the spot between your legs that has you nearly screaming his name in the first ten seconds.

“Oh God, more—please.” You beg shamelessly, rolling your hips into his hand as he takes his time drawing slow, firm circles on your clit. His other hand holds your hips down, making you whine in protest.

“I know, baby. Feels good?” You nod quickly, eyes squeezed shut.

“I need you—“

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. You want me to take these off? Have I won these yet?” He whispers, that casual confidence thick in his low tone.

“Anything you want. You w-win.” He tugs at the now ruined fabric, and you practically beg him to get rid of them, a mixture of ‘pleases’ and ‘yes’ in high pitched tones must convince him. He quickly slides them over your knees before his hand returns to your clit, making your legs shake with how close you are. He had you on the edge with just one of his talented fucking hands— but then he drops down, shoulders forcing your legs apart and buries his face in you. You hardly have time to realise what’s happening before your hands are threaded through his hair and your hips are fighting in his hold to stay still.

“Fuck, Matt!” You scream, and he only wraps himself further to you, hooking his arms under your thighs and holding you on him. When he takes your clit in his mouth you lose all sense of reality, and are shoved towards the edge of consciousness, white hot pleasure stripping you bare. “God—“

“You taste so fucking sweet— cum for me. I want to hear you say my name like that again” He murmurs into you before going back to driving you into the hardest release you’ve ever felt build before.

“Matt. Matt—“He holds you so tight you couldn’t squirm away if you tried, and when your orgasm washes over you, you all but drown in it. Electricity shoots up your spine and your back arches, hands gripping Matt’s hair hard enough that you feel him groan into you at the feeling.

“Harder.” He moans into you, and you were still so lost in your own pleasure that you couldn’t do anything but obey— nearly yanking him upwards, but he just moans again and takes everything you give him.

He only drags himself away when you jolt at his touch, kissing his way up your stomach, chest, and this time when he gets to the fabric of your bra he lingers longer, taking his time to enjoy the feel of the lace under his fingers. When he starts kissing your neck, leaving a multitude of hickeys you’ll never be able to hide in the morning, you notice at some point he’d taken the rest of his clothes off.

His hips slot between yours and he’s fucking hard— the feeling of him pressed against you makes you gasp. He was bigger than you’d expected, and every so often his hips would move slowly, running the length of him through your wet folds making you whimper into his mouth again.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was gravelly and layered with restraint— hands gliding up and down your side, grounding you.

“Perfect, Matty. Please…” He kisses you again, gentle and sweet, nodding as he slides himself into you. You gasp into each others mouths at the feeling, and he pulls back, watching your expression melt from a little bit of pain as he waits and kisses you, to pleasure, taking the hint of your nails in his shoulders to start moving slowly.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck— so fucking good. Jesus Christ.” He moans in your ear and you shiver. It was always his voice that drove you crazy, but hearing it now, so broken and not put together like he always is. The words hit you in the chest, pleasure blooming in every single one of your veins, overtaking every part of your body. “So tight.”

“Right there. Harder, please Matt. Please…” He holds you tighter as he does what you ask, and your whimpers turn into screams as he fucks you into the mattress without another thought. Your eyes must roll back or close because you lose the sight of his face, but all you need is to hear him.

“Good girl. Good..fucking…girl.” Hearing the way he says your name, all drawn out and heavy— how he whispered how he wanted to fuck you for days, how he thought about ducking you at your desk for just as long as you secretly did. Everything about him, mixed with the brutal pace he fucked you with hurtled you into another wave of pleasure, screaming his name so loud there’s no way the rest of Hell’s kitchen didn’t know exactly who was making you feel this good.

“There you go, baby. Gonna…fuck— gonna cum. Sweet fucking thing.” His hips stuttered and you were still cumming, every word spurring you further out of your mind.

“Give it to me, please please please—“ He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt the warmth of his release on your stomach and thighs. He was still breathing praises into your skin even after he pulled out, wrapping you into his body, not caring about the mess you had both made. He couldn’t find the care to let you go.

When you had both finally caught your breath, he dropped beside you, curling your body to fit perfectly against the front of his. His hand tangled in your hair, lips pressing to your forehead and cheek as he used his own shirt to clean you both off gently. You were both far too lost in each others mouths to do it properly, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck. You’d gladly spend the rest of your days losing hours in Matt Murdocks mouth.

“Stay tonight.” He whispers, voice cracking.

“Only if you admit I won.” You can feel him smiling against your skin, the sensation sending a different kind of warmth all the way down your spine.

“Yeah. You win.”

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Songs and musings in the Key of Peña-Rockford

(Those gun holsters have me all fucked up. Seriously.)

I warned y'all about how obsessive my hyperfocus can get, right? Damn ADHD. The choke hold (all the puns intended) that this fic idea has on me is unreal, haha. But all of your comments and encouragements about this Rockford Pena WIP are making me so happy and relieving some of the stress I feel about writing it - thank you! I don't have another snippet to share just yet (so I hope this post isn't too much of a cock tease), but since I always love to read about character thots and writing processes (e.g. the extra posts by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings about her Destiny & Deliverance series, and @gracieispunk with her White Lotus posts), I figured I'd post a little update with some musings and songs I'm associating with this fic.

My Spotify currently is curated by @sin-djarin, who somehow knew just the right songs that relate to this WIP. Particularly these three tracks are on constant repeat. Going back and forth with her about little things that come up, or question ‘why this and not’ has been so much fun really. It makes me giddy because it turns the fic into something collaborative rather than just something from the inside of my brain, you know?

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Whisper - Morphine

I included this track the other day already with the WIP snippet; it’s sexy and slow and that bass line really gets to me, then the saxophone ups it even more. @sin-djarin sent me several Morphine songs (I have to admit that somehow I wasn’t familiar with them) but this one stands out. The push and pull that’s happening in the lyrics is also delicious, and a lot of it feels like it’s coming from Rockford’s POV about Javi - that’s all I’ll say about it for now.

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A Perfect Twist - Mike Patton

This song has an exuberant, rather bombastic vibe to it that I would’ve never associated with anything related to Peña. Although, those lyrics... they are definitely about brat taming.

I'll bend you over my knee Let's see what you can take You're never gonna break

And I'll squeeze that noose a little tighter Breathing like a snake How much can you take? You're never gonna break

And I'll turn those screws a little tighter You can hardly wait You're never gonna break

Just one more twist of the pliers Got you on the brink How much can you take? You're never gonna break

There’s something about the dizzying tune and pace that somehow evokes the noir-like Rockford vibes in the Merge Mansion clips, laced with liquor and cigarette smoke and things spinning kinda out of control.

Wait who said Masquerade Mansion? 🎭

In relation to these two?

Shhhh let’s pretend you didn’t see that. Keep your eyes wide shut. 🎭

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Broad Daylight - Gabriel Rios

This is the only song that suddenly came to me re: this fic, and I was all… the fuck is this. I like the song, it's catchy, but it just didn’t make any sense to me with regard to Javi and Tim. The only thing I could think of in relation to the track was maybe a vague reference of Peña getting caught up with Los Pepes, things that were done in the dark and shouldn't come out in the daylight:

Back in the old days, tight like a fight Used to hang with the devil in the broad daylight

But still, it puzzled me. I think something in one of the Morphine songs musically led me to Broad Daylight, weird as that may sound. After way too many replays of that song (and @sin-djarin joking about 'what are those Polaroids Tim has on Javi?', since the song mentions polaroids), the relevance of the song finally clicked with me;

Look at you shaking you can't find his plight Got you scared of ghosts in the dead of night While you're making up stories trying to make it ok He'll be bringing them in to let them out and play In the broad daylight

We'll see how it goes from there.

At some point, there's also going to be a bit of Marcus Pike in the fic (pancakes!). I have to be honest - I don’t really read a lot of Marcus!fic, so I’ve been trying to figure out how he fits in and some of his character traits etc. But the wonderful @secretelephanttattoo was very quick to offer me some insights about Marcus that I needed! Go read it here.

TBH, I had absolutely not planned to write anything about Peña any time soon, because why I love him in canon and in the many fics I've read, I didn't exactly feel like I had a good enough handle on writing something about him that has some plot rather than just fucking. But then this fic idea popped up. If there's anyone who knows him really well, it's @goodwithcheese (you'd better be reading her incredible new story Paranoid Heart about Javi!). So I dropped some questions and fortunately she was totally up for some character chat right here, which is really helping me figure out some things. Thank you babe, and I hope more people will contribute thots to your 1K Celebration Confessional about their sins!

Also, I've been trying to put a time and place to the fic, but I've decided to not get too hung up about that because it's really not literature but Fic/Porn With Plot. It doesn't all have to make sense. But in case you're curious, I'm leaning towards this taking place in the US in recent enough times that smartphones are a thing.

Age wise, I'm seeing Tim Rockford as being 48/50 years old probably. Javier is about 40, 41 years old - just to give you an idea of 'which Javi' I'm looking at, I've got a sense of him as he is in Narcos S2 around episode 4-9, after Carillo is murdered, and Berna takes him to see Judy Moncada.

Reader insert (I know, I haven't spoken a lot about her yet!) is probably about 40 years old too. And finally, Marcus Pike is give r take about 37 years old, which corresponds with his Mentalist appearance.

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BTW, I came across an edit that had all of the Tim Rockford bits from the ads without the additional stuff. A whopping total of 48 seconds. Man, I hope that Pedro is aware of how fucked up he has us about Rockford with less than a minute of his acting. Even my wife said 'I would totally watch a show or movie based on this character' when I played the Merge Mansion ads for her.

Finally, here's a video of Pedro talking about "real fantasy fullfillment in terms of getting to immerse yourself in an experience" and how he "loves being a detective, that's fantasy fullfilment for me" re: the Merge Mansion event day.

*hits replay*

Say 'fantasy fullfillment' one more time? Respectfully.

Like I said, I hope he knows how fucked up he has us all about Rockford. I sure am glad he did these ads and whatever he got paid, it sure wasn't enough.

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Updated tag list (comment if you want to be added, or if I added you by accident!) based on folks who commented/reblogged on the prev posts:

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I don't know why some usernames don't seem to link when I try to tag them, btw. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to fix this?

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prisonpodcast · 1 month

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are you okay? how are you doing?/gen

Well I drank caffeine so I’m feeling extra anxious which is never good in situations like these but for the most part I’m okay ;—;

Also I just rambled about the situation under the cut it’s extremely long and ik that’s not what you asked about and I’ll probably delete later but:

I’m still forming my thoughts on all this tbh — but I don’t think the new information should be completely disregarded as being false or contradictory. Like some people are either confusing details or being disingenuous because I re-read Caiti’s doc and she never actually described the specifics of the touching before, aside from saying it was sexual, in either of her previous statements. It was only George who mentioned it being waist touching and his hand moving slowly upwards, and then saying later that he won’t discuss it further out of respect for her privacy. So I don’t think it’s fair to say she’s going back on her story in this regard because she herself never said it was just waist touching ?? Unless I’m missing something idk. I do think it’s odd that this didn’t come up in her doc but that’s certainly not enough for me to think she’s just blatantly Amanda-level lying.

If there was breast touching (which I think is highly likely) it does make me rethink the whole situation. Like I do think George has acknowledged his error and apologized and now knows better and to ask for ages/consent but also how on earth did he think that’s tame ???? <- full transparency here I have no experience with partying/sex/drinking etc so I’m not the best source for an opinion on that so idk maybe that is tame to some people ??? 😭 idk if this changes my feelings on this situation is what I mean I’m still trying to work through my thoughts.

I do think George has recognized error in his actions though so that’s something I’m also taking into consideration that he’s already apologized and they both clearly agree that he screwed up in mutliple ways but man I wish we knew about the breast touching from the start. I don’t think either of them purposefully left it out for malicious reasons - George may not have wanted to say out of respect for her privacy and Caiti may not have wanted to say because she felt violated and embarrassed by it but also when a situation is made public people are inevitably gonna be forming opinions on it so I think having all the details from the beginning is really really important. I’m still not convinced at all by any means that George had any malicious intent but this new information makes me a wayy way more sympathetic towards Caiti and I think it explains her reaction and extreme emotions a lot better than if it was just waist touching.

I think this is a “nobody’s the bad guy but everyone fucked up” type situation. George is really stupid if all she said is true. His judgement-call during this situation was fucking terrible and he clearly caused someone a lot of harm. He was 100% in the wrong and owed her an apology — something he acknowledges and has already given. But I do believe this was just ignorance and stupidity as opposed to actual malicious intent — which is what’s important to me going forward. That being said I think the way Caiti went about this was fucking terrible. Omitting details to make it seem way worse and framing the whole party in this extremely sinister light in her original statement when that was never the case is fucked and ruins your credibility. Making this public without even trying to resolve this via DMs while also claiming you didn’t do this for drama or to cancel anyone is fucked and feels really dishonest. Complaining about the hate you received is well what did you expect by going public about this girl idk what to tell you 😭 But none of that negates any of the pain George caused her or makes her any less hurt or traumatized by this situation so I think we should give her some grace.

And while a lot of the arguments Caiti makes throughout are just stupid regardless of how truthful she’s being — like criticizing George for using his friend as a witness/support when she’s literally doing the exact same thing, advising people not to trust certain ccs because we don’t know them but then saying we should trust her and her friends no questions asked despite the fact that we don’t know them either, that comment about how accusers shouldn’t need to provide proof and should just be blindly believed, etc etc — I don’t think these shit takes invalidate her story or her feelings at all. I just think she’s very misguided and has trouble thinking things through, and while it does make me roll my eyes, I don’t think it really harms her credibility all that much.

I think this should have all been resolved in DMs, or at least been attempted to be resolved in DMs because I’m so fucking tired of this whole back and forth public statements bullshit. This whole situation was made so much worse for both parties by being made public. Caiti went private on her insta due to all the harassment she’s facing and while I do feel bad, that’s an obvious consequence of choosing to go public especially without even considering a private conversation as an option. Even if she felt she had the right to ruin his life over this, she ended up just making an already bad situation even worse for herself. To me there’s no denying that this would’ve went a lot better for her if she tried to handle it in DMs in a more productive way while wishing to encourage actual growth from George, rather than just seeking out his “cancellation.”

And I’m just soooo tired of all those “behind the scenes dteam are terrible” comments like I’d want to know if the ccs I watch have done something terrible but I’m not willing to take your word for it when we have no details no accusations no evidence no anything. Expecting people to just drop them because you said “they’re bad source trust me bro” is completely insane. And like how serious are we talking girl because I don’t give a shit if Dream send Tommy’s mother a strongly worded DM about how much her son sucks and I especially don’t care if Dream cucked his friend 3 years ago I’m here for his fucking Minecraft videos that’s all irrelevant to me as a viewer like can we get a fucking grip please !!!

But yeah mostly I’m doing okay 😭 I just really wish I didn’t have that coffee lmfao but thanks for checking in anonie <3 <3

#ty for asking anonie <3 #asks

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Reality Bites: Dazed&Confused 6/6

A/N: Better late then never, right?

Warnings: This is probably the most tame of my chapters. Hella emotional tho, Taking a peek into the teenage boy psyche always needs a disclaimer.

Parings: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized Reader

Summary: Steve attempts, messily, at making things right.

Chapter Six: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

“I asked for chocolate sauce, dickwad!”

The angry, red faced man is huffing, shoving the sundae across the register and into Steve’s face. It’s very much lacking fudge sauce.

Fuck, not again.

Before he can make even more of a mess- Robin intervenes.

“We’re sorry about that sir, how about we get you a brand new one. On the house”

The sandy haired girl shoots him a sharp look as she takes over for him, handling yet another unsatisfied customer. It seems like there was a never ending percussion of those lately, Steve couldn't even perform his duties. His minimum wage, minimum brain power duties.

Heading to the backroom, he’ll get his head straight as he takes inventory. Take a breather, come back better, he recalls Coach's words. He wonders just how long he’s going to need to be benched for.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Robin enters stomping, the door slamming shut behind her “I cant run this shop all on my own, you know?”

“I know!” Steve protests, holding up the clipboard. He is working, just…not well. He hasn't been sleeping very well, either. “I’m-I just? I know”

Guilt is a heavy emotion, he remembers overhearing that sentiment from some quack shrink as he sat between his parents in her oversized office. His mother had swallowed hard and his father had wrung his hands and Steve? Steve couldn't have been older then ten, and yet he was the only one who absorbed any of it. Never forgot

“So you fucked up” Robin starts bluntly, talking over his groans “With the cheerleader, right?”

There’s no use lying to her “Yeah, pretty bad actually”

“So fix it. You’re obviously all” she broadly gestures to him with her hand and a semi disgusted face as she takes over inventory “Screwed up about it. Go full white knight on her. Isn't that what girls want? Jeeze Harrington, you’ve dated like half the girls in Hawkins- why do you suck so bad at this?”

“Robin…I really messed up”

That seems to catch her attention. She stops, mid air, re-shelving an industrial sized canister of butterscotch chips “Like, how bad?”

“Pretty fucking bad” He admits,

Steve’s hesitant to tell her because he knows, he knows how it sounds. Knows that what he did was beyond shitty and anyone who hears of it is going to think he's scum of the earth.. He musters the courage and tells her anyway, well most of it.

“You’re a real dick. Do you know how many known registered sex offenders there are in the state of Indiana alone?”

He grimaces, because yeah-

He thought about that, that and all the other things in those woods that could’ve killed you. Imagined you face down in a ditch. Running from creatures that shouldn't exist. That he reassured you didn't-

-But only after he was already driving away. The anger and liquor as potent as it was toxic. It clouded any better judgement that he’d gained in the past few years. He made it about halfway home before his BMW had screeched to a stop, tires half left hot on the asphalt in perfect black donuts.

By the time he got back to the quarry, you were already long gone.

From the party. From his life.

He’d only caught glimpses of you since. Flashes of swaying pony tails and tensed shoulders. You’d made it a point to stay as far away from him as possible, the entire mall frigid in your wake.

“Have you tried talking to her?” Robin wonders. Trying to be helpful, in her own inexperienced way.

“Hah. Have you?” Steve shakes his head, leaning against the cool tile of the wall “She’s not exactly the easiest person to talk to, On a regular day. So”

“You sound like your scared of her”

Steve totally is. “I’m not”

“Then go apologize for being an absolute garbage can of a boyfriend. Bring Flowers and grovel. Alot. ” Robins big brown eyes roll into the back of her head “And seriously, Steve, if you don't start helping me out here, I’m going to HR”

“Do we have one of those?”

Robin goes out the same way she came in, the door slamming heavy, but not before giving him a look like she really considers him to be the stupidest person alive.

Steve thinks, in that moment, that Robin might be his best friend.

Doesn't he have a type.

Two days later Steve musters the courage to talk to you. Finally.

Gives himself an entire pep talk in his car while he’s parked outside of your house. His pep talks are famous, had taken the basketball team all the way to State. Baseball to nationals. You’re capable of what ever you set your mind to, he’d preach. You’re the only thing holding you back.

Lets go kick some ass. Team.

The sun is harsh and bright. Record highs as it inches closer to the 4th, the towns in a total buzz. Giddy and busy as they prepare for celebrations- that big festival the mayors throwing seemed to having everyone upon their ante. Go big or go home.

“What like, with me?” you questioned him, the last time you’d laid together. In his bed, that Friday before the cursed night at lovers quarry. Your hair everywhere and naked from the waist up and propped against his favorite pillow. He’d happily sacrificed it for that view.

The light from the movie plays tricks on your face as you paid more attention to it then you did him. Your eyelashes a mile long, fluttering as your eyes follow the fast moving animation.

“Mhmm. Should be a good time”

“I guess?”

“I’m supposed to be driving the kids, since Dustin gets back that week-

You snort, judgmental and amused. Without even looking at him “So what? We’re co-babysitting? That sounds super fun”

“It will be. We’ll watch the fireworks. I’ll buy you a corn dog-“

“Steve” you hiss as he slides an arm around your middle and tugs hard, bringing you in as close as possible.

“-maybe finger you on the Ferris wheel” he whispers into your cheek, nosing at the side of your face “What’da say?”

“That you’re a total perv. There's gonna be nothing but families there”

“Then you’ll have to wear that skirt- that jean one? With the flowers? No one will notice if I”

He’d gotten a face full off pillow and a half huffed maybe.

The carnival’s a pipe dream at this point and he knew it.

Even getting you to talk to him was a long shot. Get this, Steve sucks at calculus and slinging ice cream- but women? He excelled at women. Ever since he could remember, they’d fawned over him. Cherub cheeks pinched and fluffy hair pat from an age young enough that it definitely gave him a complex.

All it took was an apology, a half decent one. A cheap bouquet. A kiss-

That last part was not an option, he’d like to keep his teeth, thank you very much.

The other two wouldn't do either, no. Not with you. With you there’s really only one thing that could remedy this whole clusterfuck of a situation.

Armed with an arrangement that the florist deemed “she’d love” and a shake, Steve decides it’s time to tell you the truth.

Mreow

The huge cat knocks against his shins, screeching as he climbs the steps of the wrap around porch. Huh, at least someone still likes him. Steve tries to juggle the roses and running his hands through thick fur and almost eats concrete for his trouble Bowie’s uncaring of his plight, of course, and trots away tail swaying.

What-

“Mother fucker!”

Oh, you seem like you're in a good mood. This is gonna go so well.

He follows the litany of curses, around the side of your house. He’d never been back this way, actually if he really thought about it- he’d rarely seen your place in the sunlight. Picked you up for work once or twice and snuck out through the front door, but that was about it. The thought is equivalent to sucking on a fresh lemon.

The side gate is tall and formidable. And unlocked.

He doesn't know what he’d expected; but the sight that greets him surely wasn't it. You’re hunched over a huge rose bed- wielding a pair of garden shears. Going to town on the the bush, foliage flying in all directions.

It's chaos, and it roots Steve still for a moment. He’s debating on whether this just showing up thing was a good idea. He could’ve called, really he probably should of-

“Oh my god”

You’d been too busy beheading the rose bush to notice him, but when you do your eyes go wide and you nearly fall over, before bolting up, fist tight around the extremely sharp shears. So sharp even, that the sunshine seems to gleam off of them.

Huh.

“Put the weapon down” Steve jokes, trying to make light. Maybe “slowly”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

And yeah, he deserves that.

“I came to apolo-”

“Get out, Steve”

That he had expected.

“Wait, we really need to talk about this-”

“No we really don’t” You protest. You’re gonna bolt, it’s like your go to. It’s part of the reason he wanted to do this here. At your home. Where could you run?

“Well I need to talk. And I need to tell you how sorry I am, and- I uh. I need to tell you about some other things, too. Some really important things.”

Your arms are crossed over your chest and you glare up at him. If you could set him on fire with your eyes, he’d be burnt to a crisp. But beneath that, subtle and barley hidden, he can see how uncomfortable you are.

“Here, these are for you” He holds out his hand in offering. Peace. Parlay. He’ll take anything right now. “Pistash-ahoy. Your favorite, right?”

“You’re not gonna fucking go away, are you?” you groan, finally. After a long moment of glaring at the flowers. The shake. Steve, and his existence.

“I will, if you want me to- after wetalk though. Just, hear me out. Cause I’ve been trying-“

“I just don't think we have anything to talk about. You made that crystal when you left me at the quarry” your voice shakes, just a fraction “ It’s not like we we’re dating or anything though. So it’s whatever”

“It’s not whatever. You keep saying that, like you aren't always pissed at me

“You left me in the woods, anyone would be pissed about that?

“I was a Jack ass back in the woods, really, and everything I said came out side ways but not all of it was bullshit-“

Your eyes are an intense squint.

“-leaving you. I shouldn’t have done that. I really- fuck okay. I wasn’t mad at you, not totally. I ran into Billy like two seconds before I found you and shit just got…out of hand”

Billy had been vicious, eyes dancing in the shadows of the bonfire. He’d slung an arm over Steve shoulder, pulled him tight.

To passer bys it looked friendly. Maybe the feud was finally over, dust beneath the bleachers of Hawkins High

“You think breaking your nose was the worst I could do to you, Harrington?” He’d said it feather light, “What would your girlfriend do if she knew what you liked to do at night with little kids?”

“You’re batshit. I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Billy’s grin had been all too canine.

“Yeah? You gonna play that hand? I don’t know what you're talking about” the sandy blond fake whined “See if that’ll work with anyone. Whatever you and Max we’re doing with the band of freaks, I’ve kept it to myself. Ya know, like a good older brother does. It would suck if someone started digging into why the Crawleys fields got set on fire- I still haven’t stopped picking husks outta my rims”

It’s a threat. Obvious and sharp and Steve knows it’s watery and weak. Hopper would squash anything that leaned him or the kids over the line into the wrong side of the law, wouldn’t he?

“Fuck off, Billy. You don’t have crap and you know it”

“You know what I do have? Nothing to lose. You on the other hand…you’ve got a lot going for you here in this hell hole, huh? I’d hate to fuck it up, really” Billy’s grip goes choking tight, just for a moment his voice even and lower than he’s ever heard. And then Steve’s released, head spinning and Billy’s put distance between them. Like it never happened.

“Keep your bitch on a leash. Oh and Steve- you’ll have to come practice at the Rec. You learn to plant those feet yet?” With a tip of a red solo cup, Billy’s disappeared back into the crowd.

“So what you lost a dick measuring contest to scumbag Billy so you took it out on me? Fuck you”

No.

No?

Yes.

“I should’ve never left you there, and I won’t do anything like that. Ever again. I tried to come back- I wasn’t thinking about how dangerous those woods are”

You shake your head, the woods are fine. It was whatever,

“No they are. I shouldn’t have lied to you. There’s also of…stuff-“ a decades worth of history “between us, that we need to square. I know. But I don’t think we can do that if I’m not honest with you”

“Lied to me about what?”

“I’m going to start this off by saying that I could go to jail for telling you this. Bonafied federal prison. I signed NDA’s. Like. A lot of them”

Steve sighs, goes and places the shake and the bouquet on a random porch step. He needs to wring his hands, flex his fingers.

“What the fuck, Steve?”

“A couple years ago, when Will Byers went missing? He didn’t just get lost in the woods”

Your face is screwed up, brows knitted. Nose scrunched.

“He went somewhere else. Here but not here, some kind of flip side alternate dimension. Hawkins Lab fucked with some major shit they shouldn’t have and opened a portal, I mean, there’s a buncha’ science-y stuff that happened too, obviously.”

“You’re lying. You’re fucking with me-“

“No-“

“Yes, you are!”

“I’m really not. I’m finally telling you the truth. Like I should’ve that night in the car.

Because you’re not going crazy Y/n and neither is Bean.

Will got lost inside, bot other things…creatures, they got let out. Lots of them. And we thought when Eleven, this uh little mutant girl that Dustin calls an X-man, Mike Wheeler's girlfriend actually-“

He cuts himself off because he’s worried you’re gonna faint.

Genuinely.

You’ve gone pale and are staring at him horror struck in a way that he’s never seen in real life. Reminiscent of black and white horror films that played on static ridden channels.

Pretty girls as they hid from the slasher.

Mina Harker before Dracula sinks his teeth.

“Y/n? I’m sorry, I just. I had to tell you. I should’ve- before”

“Did it kill Barb? The…thing?”

Barb Hollands funeral was on a sunny day, nearly a year after she’d gone missing. Her parents cried, Jonathan and Nancy stood intertwined and Steve? Steve hadn’t swam in his pool since.

Guilt is a heavy emotion.

He nods.

You might cry, you should. Instead, you’re barley even breathing.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s going to be okay, okay?” He rambles, heavily. You’re okay. He’s okay, everyone’s alive and it’s going to stay that way. He can tell Hopper? He’ll do anything. As long as you just stop looking at him like that.

“Babe-“ he reaches out

“Don’t” you hiss, “don’t touch me. You need to leave”

“Come on-“

“I’m serious, Steve! Get the fuck out-“ you shove at his chest hard.

Plant your feet Harrington.

“Go! I don’t want- any of- this isn’t real” you keep shoving. Eyes finally welling. Hysteria bubbling “this isn’t real. You fucking promised”

You collapse on the wide steps of the back porch, sending the shake sideways, sticky and melted and pooling pistachio green beside you. Almost on you. Not that you care, head in your hands he doesn’t even know if you notice.

Steve had a panic attack, once.

Eighth grade.

His parents, both of them, had made a beyond rare appearance at a baseball game. He’d fucked it up, butter fingers and nerves and had hid in the locker room. Inconsolable and terrified, much as you are now.

No one had been there for him. No one had held him together while he took two steps outside of his body. Scared shitless of what that third would do.

Steve sits on the ground beside you.

He won’t leave. He’s stuck, shackled. Settled.

Planted.

I cant believe were done. I’ll miss this story, miss Steve and Billy and the world of Hawkins. But I’ll miss Jelly Bean and Princess Peach the most. @allaboardthereadingrailroad, thank you for creating this with me. On to the next venture!

#steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you

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what i read in 2023

hello! here's what i read over the last year, including some stuff i read/re-read for uni. all in all, it was a great year for reading, despite having a newborn who didn't sleep much lol. i haven't been able to write detailed reviews because i never take notes (oops) but here are my thoughts on what i read. hope you enjoy :-)

the prophet, kahlil gibran - 4 ⭐️ i originally rated this a 3.5 but have revised that rating... reading anything deep when sleep-deprived with a newborn is not a good idea, although i believe this was a lovely novel, i can't remember it all that well and will have to read it again to write a fair review.

lady chatterley's lover, d.h. lawrence (audiobook) - 4 ⭐️ i think i would prefer to just read this myself, rather than listen to it as an audiobook. i'm not really one for "spicy" books but this is very tame going by today's standards, and the story was gripping. when you consider the historical significance it makes it all the more interesting too in my opinion.

the professor, charlotte brontë - 3.5 ⭐️ i usually love anything brontë but was a little bored reading this. i didn't really like the protagonist and just found the plot a bit dull. not a bad novel by any means, but not my cup of tea.

watership down, richard adams (audiobook) - 5 ⭐️ beautiful!! just beautiful. i watched the film as a kid and was slightly traumatised, but the book runs rings around it. it's something that can be enjoyed by all ages and balances fantasy with reality. as a bunny servant, i really appreciated the level of detail the author went to to ensure he wrote rabbits correctly too!

the turn of the screw, henry james (audiobook) - 3.5 ⭐️ didn't hugely like this. i'm not a massive horror fan because i'm sensitive lol, but i find classics like this aren't too much for me. if anything i almost wished it were a bit more intense at times, it felt more sad than anything.

the time machine, h.g. wells - 4.5 ⭐️ really interesting story with a thought-provoking ending. i read it over the course of a day and it stuck with me ever since. it's also become inextricably linked with joanna newsom's album divers for me, with its themes of time travel, war and walking through ruins. would definitely recommend!

the fellowship of the ring, j.r.r. tolkien (audiobook) - 5 ⭐️ a completely and utterly beautiful book. i could probably write a whole book myself on how much i adore the lord of the rings, but now isn't the time or place. i was hooked instantly and as someone who grew up with peter jackson's trilogy, it was lovely to get to know the hobbits more at the start and explore the world more fully.

the cats of ulthar, h.p. lovecraft - 4 ⭐️ sinister and gripping short story. it takes something like ten minutes to read so i'd recommend it to anyone to be honest, especially if fantasy or horror are your cup of tea. i haven't read anything else by lovecraft to compare it to, but as a fan of lots of games that borrow from his lore i think the story probably fits into his world nicely.

the two towers, j.r.r. tolkien (audiobook) - 5 ⭐️ the opening to the second novel in the series was just heartbreaking, but still, i was glad to be back in middle earth. again, the level of detail in the books compared to the films is just astounding, and i found myself going back to relisten just to take it in fully.

a room with a view, e.m. forster - 4 ⭐️ i started this years ago and ended up putting it down. i'm glad i came back to it, though i still found it hard to get into actually. it was definitely a slow burn for me, but i do really enjoy books about the lives of regular people.

the return of the king, j.r.r. tolkien (audiobook) - 5 ⭐️ cried a little bit when i finished this. i truly love lord of the rings and this first listen to the audiobooks will hopefully stay with me forever. this year i hope to read the physical books and dive into middle earth all over again.

icons of the iron age: the celts in history and archaeology, susan a. johnston (audiobook) - 4.5 ⭐️ only because i listened to this through audible and sometimes found the presentation a little hard to follow. very informative and a great intro to the subject of the celtic peoples.

the silmarillion, j.r.r. tolkien (audiobook) - 5 ⭐️ definitely one to reread later on down the line, with a notebook so i can take notes, it’s so detailed and dense that it’s hard to remember recurring plot points and characters at times. but a beautiful book depicting a mythology.

the lifted veil, george eliot (audiobook) - 3.5 ⭐️ an interesting but, for me, unmemorable novel. i think i'll come back and read it again before i write anything significant about it however.

the last of the wild days, volume one: the howling hunt is nearing..., daniel j. loney - 3.5 ⭐️ a lot of potential, with engaging characters and intriguing lore and story, but lots of technical errors and issues with pacing and wordiness. looking forward to more instalments, but the book is definitely in need of an editor.

ogwen blues, george veck - 4.5 ⭐️ very dark, very gritty. left me feeling quite depressed afterwards to be honest, though the novel was an excellent and immersive read. not something i'd usually pick up but i'm glad i did.

cranford, elizabeth gaskell - 5 ⭐️ a really lovely little book. very quaint, exactly the kind of thing i love, just the goings on of regular people. i really enjoyed it, especially as 'brain bleach' after ogwen blues.

tender is the flesh, augustina bazterrica - 3 ⭐️ a quick and intense read but not a book i can say i’d recommend… very well-written but the content is highly unpleasant and not for the faint-of-heart. an interesting and horrifying commentary on the meat industry and, i suppose, how far humanity will go to keep up appearances of civility.

sir gawain and the green knight, pearl, and sir orfeo, j.r.r. tolkien - 5⭐️ really beautiful translation, with especial care taken to retain the alliteration of the original poems.

sir gawain and the green knight, brian stone - 4.5 ⭐️ loved it, but skipped through much of the original text section as i can’t read medieval english (maybe someday).

#pallastrology #books #bookblr #bookish #reading

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sparklyaxolotlstudent · 1 year

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Well, my birthday was last month and I got an awesome gift that I only recently opened.

I bought the Ghoul Spirit pack back in november because a (re) seller at the flea market basically imported some black friday toys and stuff. I did pay a bit more than retail, but they are not available here in my country, and the ones that are available are not in my city yet, so I don't regret it at all.

But then I got another Ghoul Spirit pack for my birthday, and I'm like 99% sure that it's from the same seller... Oh well, win win for both of us.

Anyway, I finally opened the thing and among other things, I have decided to get creative and experimental.

So the first thing I did was to cut the socks of Deuce and Draculaura sneakers, so even if I screw up, I still have my originals.

...

In hindsight, I should have checked which ones looked better in case I screwed up. But luckily I didn't.

I REALLY like how they look like that. I might do the other Deuce shoes, but I think I'm going to leave one pair of Draculaura intact as they're not as obtrusive. The cut parts I'm gonna shape into wrist sweatbands, even if I never use them haha.

Now, I will probably use some of the new arrivals for customs, so I checked things, and I realized my original Frankie had their shaved hair misprinted

It's barely noticeable, but the painted part is a bit above the molded hair.

And I also undid Draculaura's ponytail. I was ready to have her sporting her best Draco Malfoy hairstyle, but to my surprise, she's rooted with a middle part

So yeah. I don't want to get her wet as I'm pretty sure I would mess her bangs that way, so I'll try to tame her hair in other ways

Honestly, she slays in this look.

Other things I wanna do, and might or light not do it:

Remove Deuce's snakes so he can wear hoodies.

(Alternatively, paint his "hair" blue or gold)

Cut Toralei's hair to her shoulders.

Destroy Draculaura cheer uniform to get a pattern for a shirt/dress

Paint Frankie's prosthetic leg. Maybe Blue, maybe Bronze for a steampunk flair.

I already painted my other Cleo's wraps so I think I'll leave this one as is.

#dolls #monster high #g3

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bnhaobservation · 1 year

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Ramblings about BNHA chap 380

And so finally chap 380 is out…

…and it’s a pretty tame one, more like a fun interlude, possibly to prepare us to something dramatic.

We open with the saving of the floating U.A…. saving that’s actually experiencing technical difficulties as Gentle’s power, even with the boost La Brava gave him, is simply not enough to support all that weight. As U.A. is about to fall into the sea and Gentle takes the blame for not being strong enough, La Brava tells him to hold on because she has nearly finished the program to have U.A. keep flying.

Meanwhile Gentle wonders if Deku leaving means he put his faith in him, then decides Deku couldn’t have realized his presence. Deku actually saw him, but his departing was more to protect the others from Shigaraki’s quirk than anything else.

Gentle’s redemption arc continues as he muses he’s doing all this even though there are no camera and audience (differently from how he used to search for an audience in the past) but he’s still happy to do all this.

The whole speech is to remark he’s doing all this selflessly, having overcome his need to be famous for the greater good. But then he notices the kids from the Business course filming his efforts and again, even if he clearly would like to be filmed and have an audience he tells them to hurry inside because it’s dangerous.

In short this bit too is here to remark how Gentle now is noble and selfless.

It works better than with Lady Nagant, as, although it was made clear Gentle wanted audience and glory, he was also always a gentle person, who didn’t mean to cause harm to innocent bystanders, so it makes sense he worries about the kids.

However the whole is very unsubtle in how this is here to drive home how Gentle is now a new man, completely changed into a full, noble hero, by first having him long for the audience then making him reject it because it could be dangerous for them.

Don’t take me wrong, it’s not bad, it’s just too much all of sudden. We saw him stop ALONE the prisoners from escaping, holding U.A. up and now he’s even refusing audience for safety reasons.

Gentle wasn’t a terrible criminal, but his redemption quest is huge and tossed in fast. Like many things in this war arc, I think it would have worked better if it were presented more slowly.

Also I’m a bit puzzled at how the hero Business course knows about Gentle but whatever, maybe when they saw him they researched on him or saw his video or someone told them about it.

Of course the whole presence of the Business course isn’t there just for Gentle, they have a reason to film what’s going on. They claim Japan is in ruins and the burden fell on Endeavor.

They should have worked on connecting society and heroes but failed to do so… so now they film to re-forge that link.

And okay, I’m not fond of this part.

Things didn’t just crashed because Endeavor sucks at PR so much Hawks had to write his speech, but because there was a lot of destruction, convicts escaped and heroes’ crimes were exposed.

It’s not so much the image… it’s the reveal of the dark side!

Heroes had a great image up until it turned out they weren’t so great and they screwed up big time! That’s what caused people to lose faith in them. Honestly it wouldn’t have been so great if, just because they had awesome PR, everything were to be shrugged off.

What could have said the heroes back then to secure the link between heroes and society? There’s nothing that could excuse Endeavor’s abuse of his family which lead his firstborn to become Dabi or the fact that Hawks indeed killed Twice and his father was a criminal and he kept it all hidden. And, at the same time, they couldn’t erase the huge amount of death and destruction.

Yes, they could have lied and be reassuring like some people wanted or yes, the business hero course could have filmed the whole battle that took place previously and tried to say ‘hey, forget what Endeavor did to his family, he still fought bravely, didn’t he?’

I don’t want to undervalue the importance of documenting things correctly, undoubtedly seeing the hard effort heroes put on that day, could have bought them some points… but the situation that broke everything back then was different by the present one. So, of course, it’s good that the kids are documenting things, especially because it works in favor of people like Gentle, who finally will be appreciated… but it feel like the whole thing is distracting from the real issue that broke society.

Anyway La Brava has apparently solved U.A. problem and now decided to transmit the video the hero course is filming on live… which kind of crashes the purpose of the business course, because an uninterrupted feed of what’s going on isn’t the job of someone doing business trying o keep good public relations but of the press. The press should document the situation, the business course should record the situation and then use the parts of it that could be usable to improve the hero’s relations.

But whatever. I guess/hope this might help the Villains so who cares. Anyway on U.A. Himiko’s Twice clones decide all the heroes must die so while Kurogiri, in what looks like a forest, is having a break up as he doesn’t know anymore of what he’s the protector, Aizawa and Yamada fall off U.A. along with some Himiko’s Twice clones but don’t get splattered on the ground because a warp gate opens below them, likely saving them (Not sure about the Twice clones).

So on U.A. we’ve one of the kids realizing Kurogiri saved their teachers (Aizawa and Yamada) while Mandalay seems to think he only removed Erasure from the place… because evidently if Aizawa ended up splattered on the ground after falling from that height this wouldn’t have the job. I mean, unless she has so much faith he would manage to gracefully land on his feet and be completely unhurt, his idea that Kurogiri is doing it just to remove erasure seems beyond dumb and, story wise, purely misleading.

Back to All for One he… makes a classic Evil Overlord’s mistake as he tattles his whole plan to Hawks.

Why? Because we as the audience need to know.

Which of course means Hawks knows All for One must absolutely not reach Shigaraki. Okay, he probably wouldn’t want him reach Shigaraki anyway but now he has even more reasons not to allow it.

So the two of them ends up into a discussion about to whom belong the tale, if to All for One or to the heroes. Evidently neither of them had learnt to share at kindergarten… or that everyone is the main character of his own story and so that is everyone’s tale (after all if everyone’s weren’t there, there would be no story).

All for One uses some sort of dismembering Quirk on Hawks he hadn’t used until now because… because… no idea. Oh yeah, because that’s not the real Hawks, that’s an illusion Camie from Shiketsu created.

Don’t take me wrong, the scene is hilarious, especially Hawks and Tokoyami’s expression, but it’s just too convenient. If ‘Hawks’ illusion had to be murdered I would have preferred All for One to use his old, trusted Rivet Stab. But whatever, that’s just me. Anyway Shiketsu joins the party because the refuges from U.A. never managed to arrive so they decided to go to battle.

Does that mean that the refugees had to go NEAR THAT AREA? THE ONE IN WHICH ALL FOR ONE WAS SENT? Or Shiketsu just took a huge detour and instead than going to go check U.A. they went there? Without searching for the refugees? I don’t know. At the same time Inasa counters All for One’s statement that the wind is blowing in his favor by blowing away plenty of Himiko’s Twice clones (I hope he didn’t blow away Himiko herself) because he’s the one who control the wind with his wind Quirk apparently solving in a single sweep the problem with them… so yes, Hawks didn’t need to kill Twice, just to use Inasa.

That is unless the wind is going to mess up with Touya and Enji’s flames (like it did with Shouto) and they all end up roasted minus All for One. Of course I’m joking and I’m really, really glad to see the Shiketsu group join the party… but it feels as if too much meat is being put on the fire for the sake of it all at once.

The wind had just blew in favor of the Villains with Kurogiri being back and bringing Twice around as well as Skeptic hacking U.A. for it to end that quickly.

I get the need to have the Shiketsu boys do something and I like them but, it feels more like they’re there just for the sake of showing them doing something before the story ends. Again, maybe it’s just me.

Anyway the chapter ends on this light and hopeful note and when in a story you get a too light and hopeful chapter, it’s generally the prelude to drama so the next time we might learn something apparently tragic happened to U.A. refugees.

On another note All Might left and Nighteye’s prediction of his death at the hands of a ANOTHER Villain and met an unspeakably gruesome death.

I find interesting he said another Villain, which would mean said Villain isn’t the one who sent him in a hospital (All for One). Is Touya, in his quest to steal things from Endeavor, going to burn All Might to death? That would be gruesome and would be interesting because it would be a warped fulfillment of the purpose Endeavor created him for, to beat (surpass) All Might.

Or will it be someone else? Hard to say.

Another source of drama might regard the missing refugees of U.A. that, supposedly, no one is searching. Among them there were the class A parents, like Midoriya’s mom and Bakugo’s mom as well as Enji’s family and the fact they’re missing might be due to All for One’s two allies who infiltrated among them.

And then we’ve of course the matter of Enji and Touya and their faceoff which had been postponed for a lifetime and that I really wants to see.

Or it might be that Shishikura will want to have a word or two with All for One as his father was one of the guard at Tartarus that supposedly was killed when All for One escaped.

So even if this chapter was light and some things weren’t that great, it potentially sets up for more interesting developments.

(On another note at the start of the story we were told that All Might hadn’t talked to Endeavor for 10 years… meaning from when Touya died… so I would love if this were to be a plot point that’ll get discussed… but it can be that actually they’ll let this matter slide). Anyway, that’s all. Let’s see which surprises will be in the next chapter!

#Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA spoilers #Aiba Manami #Tobita Danjuuro #Tsukauchi Naomasa #Toga Himiko #Aizawa Shouta #Yamada Hizashi #Kurogiri #Monoma Neito #Fukidashi Manga #Sousaki Shino #All for One #Takami Keigo #Utsushimi Camie #Yoarashi Inasa #Tokoyami Fumikage #Shishikura Seiji #BNHA Chapter Ramblings

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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I threw some swimsuits on my RVB pin-ups, because I worked SO HARD ON THESE (starting with sketching, a long process of coloring them with a combination of pens and pencils, traveling to use a scanner, discovering the scanner screwed up the colors, and then slowly fixing them by basically re-drawing them with adjusted colors in MS Paint with a mouse), and I wanna show them off properly without them getting slammed for being nakey (they were honestly pretty tame anyway, just cute poses that happen to be nakey). From the top; Church, Tex, Tucker, Caboose, Wash, Carolina, Kai. All the Blues~

I actually did Kai first, because I had a specific pose in mind... and she turned out so nice, I kept going. My other two favorites, just for the poses, are Tex and Caboose (I just like the way their form/shapes, they look really nice). The rule when I draw these characters is “Tucker is the prettiest” (though Kai gives him a run for his money- I loved adding highlights/shadows to her hair). I wanted to include everything for them, body hair, scars, stretch-marks, freckles, all that good stuff. My favorite thing when designing characters is giving everybody a unique body-type, and different eyes/noses/chins/mouths.

enjoy~

#my art #red vs blue #rvb

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years

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you already simp for him so do whatever you want with this statement:

Hisoka waking you up at 3am

Word count: 1,670

Warnings: smut, swearing

A/N: I wanted to write reader just domming the shit out of him but halfway through insecurities hit and I was like: I give up

Being in a relationship with Hisoka Morow was exhausting in every single way.

He had mood swings, not that that was a bad thing, not at all, after all they were never as bad as that you couldn´t handle them.

Of course time was a big factor as well, with his line of work he´d just disappear randomly, sometimes for months only to show up again like nothing ever happened.

Sure, you knew that from the start but you were just human, it was only natural to feel sad and disappointed from time to time because of it.

He always made up for the lost time when he was there though, he always made sure to spend a lot of time with you before he had to leave again.

Still, this time it´s been four months without him. It was rough.

You couldn´t really sleep that well and distracting yourself only got you so far…

This night was just like any other, going to bed alone, being unable to fall asleep, when you finally did it was restless.

Of course Hisoka had to wake you up in the five minutes of peaceful sleep you got. “Did you miss me?” he grinned when he sensed your nen, it was so immaculate, he loved the sensations he got from just it alone.

“Why the fuck did you wake me?” you growled, not even bothering to turn around and look at him, he should know how pissed you were at him right now.

“I´m horny, babe… it´s been so long” he whined, a suppressed moan slipping from his lips as he started rubbing himself against you.

“And why the fuck should that be my problem? Just take care of it yourself” you tightly hugged your blanket and turned away from him in hopes of catching at least a bit more sleep.

“It´s your duty as my girlfriend, it´s been way too long”

But he still wouldn´t give up, Hisoka really was insufferable. Such a pain. The audacity made you turn around again just to glare at him.

“My duty? I don´t have to do shit, just let me fucking sleep” you growled, gritting your teeth, if looks could kill… though you both knew that´d just get him off even more. “Come on! We both know you can´t resist me~” he purred in your ear, trailing his fingers over your spine, a smirk decorating his lips.

“Fuck you, because of you I´m awake now” you hissed at him, abruptly sitting up in bed, arms crossed and looking mighty pissed. Just what he wanted. And you knew it. You hated how right he was about not being able to resist him. But you just couldn´t help it, he was such a brat. Who else was going to teach him a lesson?

“I´ll do everything to make up for it, my queen~”

You scoffed. Of course he was. Because he knew better than to disobey you in that state, to be honest Hisoka has never seen you go all out in a fight, he´s never once seen your full power. And that intrigued him, it made him so curious, leading him to testing all your limits. He was well aware how stupid that was but nobody did it quite like you.

Your whole relationship was like a fight to him, exciting. It never got boring, he wondered why himself all the time. After all everything else got boring to him, he liked to stir things up, not even being loyal to his friends.

But he was always loyal to you. Not because he had to but because he wanted to.

He wanted to be yours and you to be only his. There was nothing better he could ever imagine.

Oh and when you were pissed at him just like you were now, to a point where you just couldn´t control yourself, where your nen was so overpowering… he got excited just thinking about it.

Of course Hisoka could have returned earlier, in fact he could have made enough fuck time before you went to sleep. But that wouldn´t have been so rewarding.

Neither to him nor you, he thought. After all not only did he love nothing more than getting punished by you but he knew just how much you loved putting him in his place.

“You fucking better…. You know how shitty I sleep when you´re not there, next time you´ll let me sleep and wake me up in the morning” you grumbled before pulling him close for a rough kiss. You bit his bottom lip before gently tracing your tongue around your bite marks and then slowly making out with him, forcefully keeping the pace slow and gentle.

You made your anger known, now it was time for him to serve you, to make up for everything.

Hisoka moaned into the kiss shamelessly, trying his luck in grabbing your ass but you just flicked his hand away. He wasn´t allowed to touch you just yet.

You had to admit it was quite cute how impatient he was, you weren´t going to be too rough with him, it would be such a bother to get the ropes and leash, you just wanted to fuck and then sleep.

Too tired to think, working on just instincts and how much you indeed missed him, but you were just too stubborn to admit it, especially now. Why would you give him the satisfaction he wanted to hear when he was the one who woke you up so rudely?

Still, before you knew it your hand was angrily pulling at Hisoka´s shirt. He grinned at you before he quickly discarded it, his lips on yours again before you could admire his toned body.

You didn´t care, you could look at it later, screw order and doing things patiently, you have been patient long enough.

Your hands raked through his hair, pulling and tugging at it roughly, making him moan even more, your tongues playing with each other, rougher than it needed to be, but who needed air anyway?

Hisoka slowly put his hands under your shirt as well, rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples and massaging the sweet flesh of your tits.

You sighed contently, pushing him away again to quickly discard your clothes as well, now being fully displayed for him. At the same time Hisoka also took off his pants, now hovering above you, a sly grin on his face.

You both knew you were too impatient to punish him properly tonight, but you both also knew that now wasn´t the time for roles, it wasn´t about who would dom who, who would sub, who would be obedient and what a brat needed to be tamed.

No, none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the sex itself. The pure and utter ecstasy and lust you both built up over the course of the last four months. It was hell. And finally you could relieve yourselves.

Hisoka´s hair long since fell in your face as his hands wandered down to your hips, your leg was hooked around his waist as you just pushed yourself closer and closer to him.

Oh, how you missed your skin touching his… this familiar warmth, his body was like a map only you could follow, after all you were the one that drew it, the one who knew every little secret spot and what he liked the most.

Hisoka was your proudest work yet.

His lips moved to your neck as one of his fingers easily slipped into your wet cunt, moving immediately. You made him more space on your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, his hot breath against your throat and your hitched breath.

It didn´t take long until Hisoka could enter a second finger, moving them deeper inside, curling them just the right way to make sure to hit your spot, the pad of his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit.

Your whimpers didn´t only grow louder but also more impatient as you squeezed your leg tighter against him, feeling his hard cock against your inner thigh. Your eyes were hazily looking up at him with a hunger that only he could instill in you.

“Stop teasing me already” you whined, pulling him down towards you, resting your hands on his chest and digging your nails in.

Hisoka moaned obscenely and immediately slipped his fingers out of you, sucking them dry himself, he grinned at you, his teeth still glistening with your juices.

“My, my, how impatient you are… not that I can blame you though, I´ve been waiting for so long to finally be inside you again” he husked, grazing his teeth along your neck, you could just feel the excitement radiating from him.

You laid back a bit, spreading your legs for him already. At this point both of you were starving, you just needed to be one right now in this moment, the other stuff could wait.

It didn´t take long for Hisoka to capture your lips again, his hands holding up your legs as he slowly inserted his cock, starting to move immediately. His moans were loud as he cried out your name, why would he hold back when you felt like heaven?

You clung onto him, hooking your legs and arms around him as good as you could, letting him ravish you and relishing in the feeling yourself.

This.

You missed this so much, all those things you wanted to tell him, those emotions that built up over the months, none of that mattered, none of that needed to be said in words. Sex was your form of expressing it and for him it was the same.

Hisoka wouldn´t shut up during sex, curses would fall from his lips like air and he wouldn´t stop praising you. That´s how you knew he was close, he could tell you were too by the way you clamped down on him, tightening up for him just right.

Fuck, how did he miss you!

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venusiansilk · 4 months

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hiii io!! i hope ure doing well! i wanna ask about taming of the screwed sooo bad bc ur tuesdays au is genuinely one of my favs of all time ☺️💗

hi nonie! thank you sm for asking :3 it makes me genuinely so excited when anyone is excited for any of the additional parts i’m working on.

taming of the screwed takes place three months after tuesdays when satoru and reader have been dating and while satoru thinks this is the best love he’s ever known, reader is dangerously unfulfilled by the lack of romance. it’s satoru’s first time loving someone. he’s new to all this, but reader takes it as his lack of interest. and cue our friendly neighborhood yuuji who swoops in to save satoru’s day by taking him out on the town for the day and helping him escape the terrible bf allegations. even though they hate each other very much, their tolerance for each other def increases. this one is like a sandwich and all of the middle is satoru x yuuji enemies to frenemies arc lmao.

1.8k snippy under the cut :3

1:07 pm. satoru:

y/n, hello. i hope this message finds you well. do you want to formally spend time together tonight to discuss things?

it’s his bold attempt at trying. maybe he could make you dinner. perhaps you’ll be willing to curl up with him and talk about it fairly and thoroughly, so he can make an action plan.

1:10 pm. y/n:

not if it means we’re staying home, no. i really don’t want to keep talking about it.

it’s right then, when he winces at the abrupt feeling of sharp pain, that he realizes he’s bitten his lower lip so hard, he’s broken skin and started to bleed. he’s losing you. he can feel you slipping away in real time. he’s not good at catching cues, at reading between the lines, but he perceives your dying willingness, your fading tolerance in the dismissiveness of your speech. he feels as if he’s witnessing you give up on him. if he thinks about it too hard, it makes his eyes burn again, and he tells himself he can’t just sit around and cry about his confusion. if he wants to make this work with you, you want him to do his own research and come a natural conclusion of his own that suits him. the problem is he has no idea what suits him. satoru has never really dated a girl before. he’s gone on simple dinner dates but it never progresses past there. as such, he’s developed an understanding that things like dinner dates aren’t suitable, and this pattern persists across a variety of temperaments and personality types. in his mind, it’s merely the most likely conclusion and he’s always heeded it. he’s always chosen more intimate experiences that involve close proximity and the comfort of home. he doesn’t know enough about what activities you like and what activities exist to satisfy that avenue of enjoyment. as he’s lost in his melancholic web of doom, a soft knock on his door breaks him out of his mental spiral. he rises to his feet, unsure who would be at the door but uninterested in seeing a single soul. he’s got a full morning and afternoon of sinking into the depths of dread and mulling over ways to avoid losing his first love so soon after accepting you in his heart and mind as such. when he opens the door, satoru's already sour expression deepens as he takes in the sight of his least favorite neighbor, yuji. he calls himself a baker but satoru calls it bullshit. he very evidently has disgusting hygienic habits and to satoru, it makes him morally reprehensible.

“what do you want?” satoru grumbles. “the answer is no if you’re here to ask for more butter.” yuji's eyes roll dramatically. “ignoring that. anyway, i want to help you, surprisingly enough.” it is surprising. in all the time that satoru's been forced to tolerate his presence, he’s never tried to hide the depths of his distaste for the boy. satoru doesn’t like yuji. and because of that, satoru doesn’t bother to hide his genuine feelings toward him. no, he doesn’t deem yuji to be worthy of civility. satoru snorts. “well, i don’t need help, especially not from you.” “look. i didn’t want to say this, but…you’re fucking screwed.” yuji tells him seriously. “i kind of overheard your entire argument with y/n? she…has a point, satoru. how have you been dating for three months with no date? honestly, that’s not a good look as a boyfriend…or as a man. so…i want to help you become a better one.” this confession makes satoru first stare at the pink-haired boy blankly without a word. next, he bursts out into a round of amused and absurd laughter. “what do you know about being a boyfriend? i think i’m okay without your advice. perhaps, better off, even.” satoru muses. “i’ve been dating the same girl for three years. i’ve taken her on plenty of dates, thank you very much. she only doesn’t live here because her family’s very traditional. they would never be okay with us living together without the ‘proper commitments’ and all that.” yuji waves a dismissive hand. “huh,” as if anticipating satoru's oncoming insult, yuji's teeth grit together. “what?” “i don’t take you for the type that’s skilled in maintaining a serious relationship. who would want an unsanitary baker?” yuji rolls his yes, unamused and growing more and more irritated by the second. “you don’t know me, first of all. and secondly, when she is here, you don’t hear us having a lover’s quarrel in the hallway.” “gee, thanks, yuji.” satoru mutters, arms folding over his chest defiantly. “whatever, and lastly, i’m not fucking unsanitary and it pisses me off that you say that.” this time, it’s satoru who rolls his eyes. “look. i’m not trying to rub you the wrong way or anything, but based on what she said, your time with her will burn out quickly if you don’t step it up. and you’re kind of a shrew, so i think you need help, but you’re too proud to ask someone you feel is beneath you, satoru the grumpy, un-neighborly shrew.” there’s not an ounce of satoru that feels as though he can tolerate his presence or his idiosyncracies for much longer than he already has. “why do you refer to y/n and i with these random titles?” yuji shrugs. “life’s fun when you treat it like one big story. sometimes i like to break the fourth wall and narrate inside of mine to throw my readers off.” for a moment, satoru says nothing, opting to stare at the boy to gauge the level of his seriousness and assign a numerical value to yuji’s level of stupidity. how could he ever accept help from someone who narrates themselves in the third person for his nonexistent readers?

i think he might be, quite literally, insane.

“i thought i was a bit…on the odder side, but…you…you’re so fucking weird, yuji.” satoru doesn’t usually find himself so willing to be so vulgar, but around yuji, he watches a side of himself come out that he almost can’t control. the capacity of his disgust is unmatched. again, a shrug. “yuji the baker is already quite exasperated, understandably so. he releases a shallow sigh.” yuji follows his statement with a dramatic sigh. “i’m closing the door.” satoru says blankly. yuji quickly wedges his shoe between the door and its frame, watching satoru's face crinkle in very obvious repulsion. “wait, you moron. i’m trying to help you!” “no, thank you; i’ll take my chances.” he tells him shaking his head. what could he ever hope to gain by letting someone like him dip his disgusting, little nose in his life and sniff around in his personal affairs? satoru is now certain that his present assessment of yuji is absolute, unquestionably true.

but then, yuji says something that takes a metaphorical sledgehammer to his composure and his resolve. satoru values the truth, but that does not deter his fear when a truth commits to brutality. this truth is the one that’s breaking him down inside. “you’ll be single by the end of next week, guaranteed.” yuji tells him simply. he’s not reasoning with satoru. he’s simply laying the truth out before satoru, unavoidable and in all its devastation. “you heard her in the hallway this morning. this isn’t what she signed up for…” no, it isn’t. satoru is slowly, but most assuredly, beginning to realize that he doesn’t fully understand what you seem to want from him, but one this is absolutely clear, crystal, pristine: he is currently not fulfilling a fundamental need you have. but your lack of faith in the relationship is what’s wounding him the most.

she’s really giving up on me.

“why do you want to help me?” he asks in a soft voice. yuji inhales deeply and exhales a sigh that presents as agitation. “the truth is it’s not for you. it’s for her, y/n. she helps me a lot, so i’m helping her by helping out her incredibly clueless boyfriend, whom she likes a fuck ton despite the extremity of his general disregard for the bare minimum. and…it seems like you might need it. you might be a shrew who doesn’t care about other people’s feelings, but i’m not, and neither is the girl you’re dating, so…maybe you should be a little more willing to take some advice from others?” fatality. defeat. surrender. “…fine. give me your advice.” satoru looks down and avoids his direct gaze. he already feels himself teeming with shame and repulsion so deep he’s starting to feel dirty. was he really going to let this ineffable buffoon help him? “i have a feeling it’ll take a while for you to grasp. let’s go have breakfast and talk.” yuji suggests, removing his foot and stepping away from the door. an immediate protest founded and funded by the volume of presently-standing dislike for him and general disgust of him. “i refuse to eat anything you cook.” then, yuji narrates himself again, and satoru wonders if death might be better than wasting any more time in this doorway with him. “suddenly, yuji is overcome with disgust and irritation by satoru the shrew’s presumptuous notion. yuji glares at him, spitting ‘i was never planning on cooking you shit, asshole. let’s go to a diner and work on your attitude. you’re so unapproachable it’s nauseating. imagine how her other friends will feel when you meet them.’ yuji waits for the oversized grump to gather his bearings and join him for breakfast.” an angry huff, a contemptuous twist of the gut. “can you stop fucking doing that?” “doing what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side innocently. talking to him is similar to talking to a mindless, empty-headed toddler. “narrating and referring to yourself in the third person like a fucking moron.” “it depends. can you stop fucking doing that?” satoru's teeth grit together. “doing what?” “being an insufferable asshole for no reason? nobody goes around raining on your bland, shitty parade despite you being equally odd.” satoru feels his anger rising, his fists squeezing and releasing with every word he speaks, “you don’t know anything about me.” “ah, but on the contrary, i know your girlfriend. and i also happen to be who she talks to about you when she comes over. i know about all your little oddities. she thinks they’re adorable, but i think you’re pretty fucking weird. who itemizes the cost of a single paper towel?” he groans. “why won’t she let that go?” “because she finds everything you do endearing except for how she’s been dating you for three months, and you’ve not taken her out or given her a good fuck. so let’s go to breakfast, and maybe you’ll get to keep both your girlfriend and your roommate.” and he goes. with all the contempt and disappointment in the world, he goes.

#em.wip #𖥨. ݁︀ 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐱 ꒱ ֺ💌ৎ #୧ ‧₊ ☁️ ⋅ 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞.#𐙚 ‧₊ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.#f: taming of the screwed.#re: tuesdays.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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PROVE ME WRONG

Prompt: Requested by my sister from another mister @ziasaph I hope I made you proud, babe 😉

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader (ft. A flirtatious Damien Priest)

Warnings: +18, smut, angst, power play, brat taming, cursing, fingering, blood, jealousy

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @wickedsunfire @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @yungbludjazz360 , @babydee17 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: *places suitcase down on the floor* Ah, it feels good to be home (aka Roman Reings) 😂 If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

“Are you looking for someone?” A male voice asked from behind me

I turned around to find Damien Priest staring at me

“Oh no, but thanks for asking” I smiled

“Are you waiting for somebody?” He asked

“Not really” I tilted my head to the side

I wasn’t waiting per say - since Roman didn’t know I was here, it was more of a surprise visit. We hadn’t been able to see each other in two months and I couldn’t stand the distance anymore.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No” I answered and he smiled widely as he scooted closer “But I do have a husband” I laughed

“You’re mean” He joked “But so gorgeous”

“My husband thinks so too”

“He’s a very lucky man” He said, as he leaned into the wall in front of me

“And who’s the lucky gal?” I asked

“I was hoping it would be you” He smirked

“That was smooth” I chuckled “Nice try, though”

“What is it, huh? I’m not your type?” He teased

“You’re a very handsome man. So I’m afraid your looks aren’t the problem” I giggled

“So what is it?” He asked

“She’s taken, that’s the problem” Roman spoke from behind him

“Hi, Ro-“ I began

“What are you doing here?” He spat

“I wanted to see you-“

“Couldn’t you have called first, to let me know you were coming?” He asked abruptly

“Hey man, you don’t need to talk to her like that”

“And who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how am I supposed to talk to my wife?” He stared at Damien “Oh yeah, you were signing up for the lovely ‘new husband’ post a few minutes ago, right?” He smiled coldly

“Keep your fucking dick away from my wife, if you want to keep your manhood intact” Roman pulled me by my arm and made me walk in front of him

“Go to the parking lot” He said

“But the locker rooms are over there” I pointed to my left

“Are you deaf? I said go to the fucking parking lot, Sapphire” He almost screamed

“You better watch your tone with me, Roman-“

“YOU better shut your fucking mouth, go to the parking lot and wait for me there because I’ve had enough of you and Priest for today” He snarled and stormed off

He didn’t utter a single word the entire trip back to the hotel, not even in the elevator

It was only when we were inside the bedroom that he finally said something

“Do you wanna split up?”

“What?” I asked, confused

“Do you want the divorce? Do you want to be single again? Do you want to move on with your life?”

“Of course not! Why would I-“

“Then what was that little flirting scene with Damien back at the arena, huh?”

“Roman, I wasn’t flirting with anyone”

“You’re a very handsome man. So I’m afraid your looks aren't the problem” He mocked me “If that wasn’t flirting, then what is it Sapphire? Please, enlighten me” He stated bitterly

“He asked if I was looking for someone, then he flirted a bit, I told him I was married, he still tried his luck and asked if he ‘wasn’t my type’ I said he was a handsome guy and end of story! There was nothing else”

“Do I really look that dumb to you?” Roman laughed hysterically

“I’m telling the truth!” I answered, completely in disbelief by his lack of trust

“And that was it?” He asked, drying up his tears of laughter

“Of course that was fucking it!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest “What the fuck did you think happened?”

“Do you expect me to believe that nothing happened?” He asked, cynically

“What are you implying? That I fucked him in some dark hallway?”

“Or maybe it was in some empty locker room” Roman tilted his head to the side

“Fuck you!” I spat “I drove eight hours today just to see you, because I miss you! And when I get here I’m kicked to the curb like a sick dying dog? I don’t need this bullshit!” I made my way towards the door but Roman grabbed me by the arm

“I’m not done talking to you”

“But I am!” I tried to pull my arm away from his grip, but he didn’t let go “Let me go”

“No” He said, nonchalantly

“Roman, I’m serious, let.me.go”

“You’re gonna pull out some attitude with me now? Cute” He smiled

“I’m not playing, Roman. I don’t want to talk to you right now” I huffed

He pulled me towards the bed, and shoved me on it. When I tried to stand up and leave, he pushed me down again.

“We can do this all night if you want to” He said, when I tried to leave again

“Fuck off!” I snarled

Roman quickly pulled me by my ankles towards him and straddled my hips, holding my wrists down on the mattress and placing them by the side of my head.

“Sharp tongue today, huh?” He sucked my on bottom lip “I can fix that”

“Screw you!” I screamed

Roman growled and secured my wrists on top of my head with one hand, while the other squeezed my neck

“You’re going down a very dangerous path, baby” He squeezed harder “So you might want to be a little bit wiser with your choice of words”

“How fucking dare you doubt me?” I tried to release myself from his grip “Doubt my fidelity” My knees tried to hit him “Doubt my love and respect for you”

Roman released my wrists and went back to sitting down

“You fucker” I use this new freedom to hit his torso “Get off of me! I want to go back to my house, grab my stuff and leave you alone”

“You won’t do that” He calmly said, as I continued to hit him

“Yes I will! And don’t you worry, when you come back from the road, you will have the house all to yourself! So feel free to bring one of the many road whores with you!”

Roman chuckled “Why would I bring a whore from the road when I already have one waiting for me back home?”

When my attack against him was getting weak from tiredness, he secured my wrists on top of my head once again

“Aren’t you, Saph? My good little whore, so filthy, and all for me” He leaned down and kissed my lips roughly and I took the opportunity to bite his lip harshly, until I felt the taste of blood on my tongue

“Oh, my feisty little bitch!” He smiled at me, with blood staining his teeth “I missed you so fucking much”

Dipping his free hand inside my pants, Roman didn’t waste any time and slid two fingers in me

“My dirty girl is so fucking wet” He began to wiggle his fingers inside of me “You drive me crazy” He growled, biting the top of my breasts through my shirt

“Fuck me, fuck me right now!” I moaned

Roman removed his hand from my pants and shared the juices on his finger between my tongue and his, right after kissing me aggressively as he yanked my pants down, followed by his own.

Holding his length by the base, he slid it in between my folds and teased my clit with his cock’s head

“You want it? Beg for it!”

“Please fuck me, daddy! Destroy me, use me, ruin me, please?”

“That’s more like it” He grinned, before harshly entering me

“Got even tighter without daddy, baby?” He moaned, pounding forcefully “Don’t worry, I’ll fix that for you” He smiled, grabbing my hips and thrusting himself deeper and harder into me

When I was reaching my orgasm, he stopped his actions, which made me look at him confused

“You thought it would be that easy?” He laughed, turning me onto my stomach “No, baby” He slid in me again “I’m very far from being done with you” Roman pulled my hair back, until I was staring at him “You’ll take what I will give you like a good girl”

When I opened my mouth to talk back, he said

“And remember: bad girls don’t get to cum” He chuckled when I kept my mouth shut

And so he began a level of torture that would last all night long...

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caesaryoulater · 3 years

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At Last - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ simply because my blog is 18+, but this is tame and fluffy.

Word count:764

Summary: Marcus is in love with his best friend and has to tell her.

Content: Mostly fluff. Pining.

A/N: I’ve been re-watching Miranda and I’m fully in my Miranda and Gary feels. So this happened. Based on this prompt.

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Marcus looks over at his best friend. The woman he met not long after moving to D.C. That he grew closer and closer to over the years. The one who knew him more than anyone, that wasn’t afraid to give him shit or to be silly with him. He watches her move around the kitchen, getting dinner together. He thinks back over the past year or so.

Months ago, he had lost her. They attempted dating just before the fall out. Trying to see if there was anything there. Friends pushed them towards it, realizing maybe something more than they had realized themselves. Work had been hell at the time. He still wasn’t quite over Teresa. He was not a great potential partner. She tried so hard and he put in no effort. After a while, she got fed up and told him she needed space. It took some time and lots of begging and apologizing on his end, but she eventually took him back. As a friend. And despite his feelings, he was grateful. He’d rather have her in his life as a friend, burying his feelings, than not be around her.

The past couple months have been rough though. There was nothing he wanted to do more than wrap her up in his arms and kiss her. Their short time dating there had been nothing more than almost kisses. Constantly interrupted by something. A phone call from work. Another friend walking in the room. But now he held back, wanting to respect her wishes. Even now, in this moment, the urge to hug her from behind, kiss at her neck and pretend to help in the kitchen was overwhelming.

“Earth to Marcus,” he snaps back to reality, looking at her, his cheeks likely a bright red. “You’re missing out on some great roasting, here. What’s up?”

He gives her a weak smile. “Nothing. Just tired, I guess.”

She gives him a look. A ‘stop bullshitting me, Marcus’ look. He’s seen it several times before. “Come on, I know when something’s bugging you.”

He sighs. He knew this was likely a bad idea. That he’d probably ruin things. Wouldn't it be better to tell her even if the timing is wrong, than to never tell her at all? He isn’t sure he could go another day without being honest. Even if she never reciprocated, at least she’d know. He wouldn’t pursue her anymore if she didn’t feel the same, but at least it wouldn’t be up in the air. “I’m in love with you.” She sets down the kitchen knife and looks at him. It’s hard reading her. Normally, he could read her just as well as she could him, but she was giving nothing away in this moment. “I don’t expect anything back, I just thought I should be honest about it. I know I screwed up before. I was an idiot. But no matter how you feel, I still want to be part of your life if you’ll have me.”

“Marcus-” she stops herself, still eyeing him. He braces himself for the worst. Would she yell at him? Be kind but ask for more time away? He couldn’t even entertain the thought of her returning his feelings. Not with everything between them. She makes her way over to the couch where he’s sitting and sits next to him. His entire body is stiff, on edge. She’s looking into his eyes and he’s still unable to read anything. “You’re serious?”

He gulps. “Very. I hope I’m not crossing a line.”

She looks in his eyes for what seems like an eternity, but what’s likely only a few seconds. Without another word she leans in and presses her lips to his. It’s everything he thought and hoped it would be. Tender and sweet. He returns the kiss, parting his mouth just a little. She follows suit, tongue moving over his. He pulls her over into his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. Breathless, he breaks the kiss and looks in her eyes, caressing her face. “I’m in love with you too, Marcus.”

He leans his forehead against hers. “That took us long enough.” She giggles and kisses him again. “We shouldn’t let dinner go to waste,” he says between kisses. As much as he wants to make up for lost time, to keep kissing her, he’s starving.

She nods and stands up, pulling him with her. “We have a lot of catching up to do after dinner though.”

He smirks. “Trust me, we have all night to take our time with that.”

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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How to Calm Your Demon Boyfriend; Vol 1

Tame Demons, Save Lives

Notice: Due to an impending lawsuit for libel and misinformation, Mammoney, Inc. has filed for bankruptcy. All past guides from their company have been revised and re-released. All future printing will be handled Solo Man, Press.

It's bound to happen to everyone, right? You’re just trying to enjoy a nice night with your cherished hellspawn then suddenly something sets them off! Now they're on the verge of wrecking humanity and all you're trying to do is flag down the waiter for more breadsticks…! Well have no fear! Consider this your handy guide to How to Calm Your Demon Boyfriend, tailor-made to whatever model you just so happen to be attached to! Follow our advice and you'll know just how to turn your enraged creature of damnation right back into the affectionate lover you know them to be!

This volume only covers how calm your demon if he’s mad at SOMEONE ELSE. If you’re looking to calm down a demon who’s mad at YOU please seek Volume Two!

Lucifer’s mad at Someone Else

Your action should depend on who he’s mad at. Unfortunately, there is a diverse amount of people who irritate him... For simplicity's sake, we recommend first seeking out our supplementary materials: How to Deal with Greedy Scumbags and How to Resolve Demonic Family Squabbles. Both should prove useful.

Assuming now that his irritation is caused by someone outside of the family there shouldn’t be too much to worry about. Lucifer is a very composed demon… unless someone (who’s name is not Diavolo) tries to order him around or belittle him in any way.

You must act quickly, there is no time to chastise the stranger for their foolish error.

Appeal to logic first. Unless he is truly incensed, he should still be willing to hear out the reasons why going full demon on the situation may not be the best idea.

Hopefully, your reasoning skills are sufficient enough to make a good case for staying calm and he should (begrudgingly) agree with your advice and maintain composure.

However, if he is truly that mad then desperate measures are in order… Threaten to tell Diavolo if he does anything. This should stop him, but he will be very unhappy with you pulling what amounts to the “I’m telling your boss” card.

Smooth this over with him after tensions have settled. Ideally, you have very good reasons for doing such a thing. He may end up agreeing with you in hindsight (but never expect him to say so).

Mammon’s mad at Someone Else

This should actually be a very uncommon event. Mammon is irritable at times but rarely will he express his anger to such a degree that you must step in.

Should this happen it is likely because you are in danger and we first advise you to sit tight and not hurt yourself. Mammon is on the way.

Once he is there (and for some reason you wish him to be merciful), demonstrate to him that you are, in fact, fine and desire to leave. It may take some coaxing, but he is a pushover and will likely relent if you plead insistently enough.

If you are not, in fact, fine then there is nothing to be done. He will not show mercy even if you want him to. Just sit tight and focus on not dying until he can get you to emergency services.

Leviathan’s mad at Someone Else

He’s probably jealous of someone so he’s feeling angry and insecure.

Physical contact is important, it will remind him that you’re with him and want to be with him. Find a way to touch him in an intimate way; cling to his arm, lace fingers, or catch his cheeks, etc. It is a physical demonstration of your bond.

Get his eyes off of whoever has him worked up because if he gets too upset he may lash out... Gently coax him to either look at just you or stand directly in his line of sight like you’re blocking a TV screen.

Now build him up! If he’s feeling bad that he can’t do A, remind him that he’s fantastic at B and who cares about A anyway? If he’s wishing that he were C, well screw C because you like the fact that he’s D. Soothe that self-confidence as a supportive lover would.

Once he’s sufficiently reassured, distract him with something otaku-related. Mention a new show, point to kind of anime reference, or offer to go play games. The crisis should now be averted so enjoy your adorkable demon once more!

Satan’s mad at Someone Else

The name of the game is deescalation because otherwise someone’s probably going to get maimed.

Satan is not going to want to show his worst self to you if he can avoid it (he’s a little image conscious that way) so you can use that to your advantage. Your very presence alone is a bit of a buffer.

Appeal to reason, but never ever say that he’s overreacting. That will cause an instant snapback and anger him even more.

Remind him of the reasons why he should’t give in to his temper. One at a time now, don't pile them on. He needs time to consider each one.

Do remember that really these are only suggestions and not orders, if you tell him “Sit back down because you’ll cause a scene” then it’s a scene you’re going to get.

If all else fails, attempt to get him out of the scenario entirely. Make up some excuse and try to coax him to leave. It may or may not work based on the strength of your arguments before. If it’s REALLY not a good idea to be mad right now, he will likely let himself be taken away.

But know when to fold’em. Satan is the Avatar of Wrath. If he feels truly justified in bringing down the Hammer of Rage, then there may be no stopping him. At that point, find a safe place to stand and wait it out. He’ll get it out of his system soon enough...

Asmodeus’ mad at Someone Else

Asmo is a diva when he's mad. There's no reasoning, there's no logic, this is very much a "yes dear" situation.

Just placate him as best as you can at first. Chances are what has him so irate isn't very major anyway and can be easily taken care of. If, in this case, it’s a person then deftly assess what sort of person you are dealing with to find the right solution.

Store/restaurant employees will likely make up the bulk of these interactions… In these cases, I suggest stepping in for Asmo as a “representative” of sorts in order to spare them the brunt of his fury.

You will be the best go-between to your boyfriend and the rest of the world that just doesn't seem to understand his (lengthy) requirements. Act according to his interests, but remind him gently to have realistic expectations of what can be done.

If Asmo is unable to have his way, he will turn to you for comfort and consolation. You need not agree completely with his perspective, but be very empathetic to his plight and try to frame the situation as reasonably as possible.

Physical contact is paramount to Asmo’s emotional wellbeing, so cuddle your boyfriend back to happiness!

If the other person is one of his brothers… Pick your battles wisely. Please consider our helpful supplementary materials: On Demonic Family Relations & Asmodeus and the Public: Dos and Don’ts

Beelzebub’s mad at Someone Else

It is advantageous to always carry emergency snacks around Beel and here is one of the many reasons why.

If you are dealing with an angry Beel then you are either in a situation where he’s being denied food or someone has hurt one of his family members.

If it is merely an issue of food, gift him the emergency snacks (preferably stay stocked on some of his absolute favorites for maximum diversion) and then allow the other person a chance to exit the confrontation.

Promise to take Beel to the nearest possible food source, uphold said promise, and then there’s no need for bloodshed.

If someone has hurt one of his family members* or dare say you… Consult our supplementary material: My Protective Demon and Me

*Important Note: If someone has hurt Belphegor I strongly suggest simply leaving the area. There is nothing to be done, best to seek safety and wait for others to assist you. Do try to avoid the falling rubble on your way out.

Belphegor’s mad at Someone Else

Belphegor is a bit of an irritable demon, however, it should take significant prodding for him to be enraged enough to cause any trouble. He’s quite lazy.

If there is something irritating Belphie, he is far more likely than the others to just leave in disgust. He will most likely try to convince you to leave as well. This will only be a problem if, for say, you don’t want or are unable to leave.

Keep a very close eye on Belphegor throughout the interaction. Make note of any changes in posture, tone of voice, and other subtle physical indicators of exasperation. They may be slight, but it is crucial to know when his patience is wearing thin.

Ideally, you can speed up the encounter before he reaches his wit’s end.

If he begins to make an excessive amount of snide or biting comments then he is reaching his boiling point and it is time to leave... Now.

End the conversation, take Belphegor, and calmly go. He will not fight you.

Secure the nearest place you can for an emergency nap/snuggle session, preferably one that is both safe and clean, and remain there until he’s soothed again. Attempting to leave early will aggravate him.

If you are truly unable to leave there’s not much that can be done… take a step back and try to stay out of the line of fire. He will likely end things quickly so he can get back to napping as soon as possible, be sure to accompany him there.

To see how to calm down a demon who is mad at YOU, consult Volume Two: So You’ve Pissed Him Off Have You?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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Would you ever share any of your writing playlists? I'm curious as to what you choose to listen to

ok to be clear while i write i listen to whatever the fuck & i dont really have fandom playlists inasmuch as i listen to certain songs on repeat while associating them w x character but i do have actual playlists for certain things, like books, so i can definitely share those. im not too keen on sharing my spotify for privacy reasons but have some very abridged playlist selections below:

secret history playlist

francis forever - mitski (like… cmon)

are we still friends- tyler, the creator

heroes- bowie

camilla, i’m at home - peach pit

chiquitita- abba

little dark age- mgmt

cult of dionysus - orion experience

vienna - billy joel

the bidding - tally hall

campus- vampire weekend

it’s only sex- carseat headrest

cold cold cold- cage the elephant

sober ii- melodrama- lorde (fic namesake)

orinoco flow- enya

two ghosts- harry styles

for the departed- shayfer james

flaws- bastille

killer + the sound- phoebe bridgers

goldfinch

(this one is like. Themed in Order.)

dear god- xtc

ghosting- mother mother

nights- frank ocean

twin sized mattress- front bottoms

boris pavlikovsky- mexiko

ha Д he- molchat doma

me & ur ghost- blackbear

after hours- velvet underground

i fall in love too easily- chet baker

happy pills- weathers

champagne problems- taylor swift (kitsey song)

you were in my dreams tonight- strawberry mountain

the chain- fleetwood mac

choke- idkhbtfm

borderline- tame impala

still into you- paramore

karma police- radiohead

morally questionable women in literature

6 inch- beyonce ft the weeknd

cool girl- tove lo

smack a bitch- rico nasty (bakugou song)

criminal- fiona apple

you oughta know- alanis morissette

screwed- janelle monae feat zoe kravitz

all the things she said- tatu

crazy girls- toopoor

kill v maim- grimes (only good thing abt grimes)

hit and run- lolo

ella, elle l’a- france gall

bad girls- mia

babooshka- kate bush

bad reputation- joan jett

monster- kanye west (nicki verse focus)

ecoute cheri- vendredi sur mer

desperado- rihanna

barracuda- heart

les faux monnayeurs

2 heads- coleman hell

la thune- angele

alors on danse- stromae

blow- beyonce

boyish- japanese breakfast

consideration- rihanna, sza

double je- christophe willem

nikes- frank ocean

and july- heize, dean

pink & white- frank ocean

poupee de cire poupee de son- france gall

runs in the family- amanda palmer

si maman si- france gall

lavender and velvet- alina baraz

i’m closing my eyes- potsu

fever- peggy lee

cruel- zayn, cobra starship

eclectic personal picks on replay the last week

girls in the hood- megan thee stallion

talking bout a revolution- tracy chapman

do re mi- blackbear

i drove all night- celine dion

out of the woods- taylor swift

violin- cookiee kawaii

romeo and juliet- dire straits

heartless- kanye west

cuz i love you- lizzo

grande finale- studio killers

basket case- bastille

way up- jaden

ladybug- garçons

russian roulette- red velvet

the actual playlists r all unnecessarily long but if u want a full one for some reason ig feel free to ask and i can put it all together for u!

#qui parle #qui repond #recs #music #playlists #tsh #tgf #lfm #pers

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Admiring the view

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult content +18 only!, smut, fluff , slight angst, window sex, bitches being bitchy,posessive male

A/n:Enjoyed writing this let me know what you think, im trying desperatly to keep bruce in character any way enjoy xxx

You and Bruce plan to meet for lunch at the tower thats if your let into the building.

Admiring The View

Bruce sat tapping a foot impatiently under the desk as the man in front of him drolled on about a 'funny thing that happened at golf last week' that wasn't actually that funny or interesting. But being the perfect business man that he is he still managed to force a laugh looking invested into the story that was meant to butter him up. The man Mr Fells owner of a computer parts manufacturer was tying to get in his good graces so Bruce would loan him an extortionate some money to start another company as his current one sunk into bankruptcy after being sued. The man had effectively stolen a whole generation of employee's pension's counting the money they paid in as profits and had been spent on Mr Fell's new yacht . It was a nice boat, he might buy it off of the man when he becomes bankrupt. He smirked at that. When the time came for his employees to retire they found they couldn't withdraw anything and was in the middle of a court battle. Bruce was not going to give this man a cent not that the greasy old fuck knew that yet. He fished in his pocket checking his phone for what seemed the hundredth time. He smiled when he saw the text he'd been awaiting all day from you.

-Just got off the bus, be there in five xx

"Sorry am I keeping you from something Bruce?" The man asked as Bruce locked his phone leaving it on his desk.

"Well I do have another appointment in about 5 minutes so I'm going to have to ask you to leave it there, I will have a decision for you in the next few days, I will have Mary phone you." He said still standing behind the desk, really he wanted to tell the man that he could go fuck himself, call him a sleaze ball and tell him that he wasn't getting anything.But that was bad business. Bruce followed him to the door shaking hands with him as he entered the elevator. His face dropped once the doors closed and he walked back across the large waiting area.

"Still trying to screw you over then?" His secretary Mary called out to him, a woman in her late thirties that he was glad to have her around she was laid back more friend than employee which made people gossip, trying to make up an 'office romance' despite her being happily married to a lovely woman named Chelsea he smiled.

"Yeah seems more now ,he's desperate find out whats happened would you? And in the next few days phone him up and tell him to fuck off." He replied

"I will ring and inform him that Wayne enterprises has decided to decline an investment into his new venture.... unless I'm allowed to actually tell him to fuck off? if that's the case give me ten minutes I'll go down and do it now face to face" She laughed he rolled his eyes.

"Maybe option one is more appropriate, option two can be the back up."

"Build my hopes and tear me down why don't you and I'm glad that your finally throwing him out, if I have to have to sit here and listen to his misogynistic prattle I will kill him Bruce, and don't think I'm joking either I know were I'd dump the body, I've had fantasies."

"Oh really? didn't think he was your type" he said teasingly

"You know what I meant"

"There nothing else on today?" He said chuckling a little approaching her behind the desk peaking at her screen she gave him a look over her thick 'boho' glasses then sighed

"No not that I can see" he nodded patting her shoulder

"Tell you what pack up and have the rest of the day to yourself . Think of it as an apology for having to put up with Mr Fells in here today" she smiled slyly leaning back.

"Really? You sure its got nothing to do with your visitor?" She asked teasingly he turned back and leaned over her screen knowing that notes from the main front desk came up to her directly.

"What is y/n here already?" Then stopped as she laughed out loud.

" caught you so you are waiting for someone? But you never bring them here so she must be something special. Tell me has someone managed to tame the king of Gotham himself? The great Bruce Wayne?" He pulled back crossing his arms trying to look stern before cracking a grin as she continued to smile at him cheekily.

"You could say that. Stay and meet her with any luck you'll be seeing more of her."

"You know what I think I will."

"shes taking a while tho better phone her, in case shes got herself lost."

Meanwhile

You pressed the bell for the bus to stop walking off as it pulled up to the bus stop texting Bruce that you were nearly there. You looked up at the tall building peaking between the others as it towered over the city. Today you finished early and Bruce had invited you to lunch, telling you that Alfred would pick you up. You declined stating that you paid for a yearly bus ticket and you'd bloody well get your moneys worth. You were excited you'd never been to this part of the city before and was looking forward to being shown 'the tower' as Bruce called it. Well more so looking forward to seeing the view of Gotham from soo high up. You smiled quickly crossing the road and followed the crowds of people down to the huge building.

Hesitating feeling almost under dressedas everyone walked around in there expensive suits you glanced down at your black leggings and button up slightly over sized blouse with small foxes on it and scuffed flats. You walked in to the huge lobby not entirely sure where to go, feeling a few of the people stealing glances at you security included eyeing you carefully as you looked around then decided to pull out your phone to text Bruce looking down concentrating you jumped when you were approached by security.

"Miss can I help you? Are you lost?" You smiled up at him

"Oh no, well I suppose I am, I'm just not sure where to go. Not been here before" you ended with a chuckle he nodded eyeing you up and down suspiciously

"If you go over there you can check in and find out where you need to be." He said pointing to a long black polished welcome desk with immaculate women sitting behind it. You smiled thanking him making your way over to them, you felt them watch you as you took uneasy steps to the desk. The two large security guards hovered close to you wandering around instead of returning to the main doors where they had been originally. A pretty brunette faced you faltering then smiled.

"Hello can I take your name?"

"Err y/n Cooke?" She smiled typing into the system then frowned obviously not finding you she typed away for a few moments clicking here and there then sighed eyeing you up and down.

"Ok.. if you could just take a seat over there." Pointing to a row of leather sofas in front of them. You watched as she whispered to a colleague and walked through a small hidden door leading out into the lobby she stood in front of you.

"Can I ask what you came here for today? Your not on the system." You nodded

"Bruce invited me this morning , he is finishing early and wanted to show me around." You said naively waving your phone at her she nodded sighing.

"I suppose this 'Bruce' happens to be Mr Wayne? I'm going to have to ask you to leave the grounds." You frowned as her not following.

"What? He really did ask me to come over. We're going out tonight you can ask him if you dont believe me" You said she looked at you pitifully before scoffing her face turned mean nodding to the two guards.

"Honestly you fan girls never cease to amaze me. Each one as delusional as the last, tho you more so, you really expect me to believe that someone like you is going out with Mr Wayne, sorry but I don't see him as a man who scrapes the bottom of the barrel."you gasped as her words cut into you she smirked.

" Your wasting my time,some of us in the real world actually have work to do. Get a grip what ever fantasy your living in isn't real, any relationship you think you might have doesn't exists. You think your the first woman to come in and try to Pass yourself of as a client to get into his office? No there have been many. Now I think you should leave before I call security and cause a scene. And from one woman to another get some help. This isn't healthy." She spat the words out through clenched teeth stepping back and made her way to wards the desk shaking her head as the other women giggled. You sat there for a moment trying desperately not to cry from the verbal beat down she gave you. Unsure why it had upset you so much it could be that you weret prepared for it or maybe that there was a crowd of people to see it. Sniffling back tears finally collecting yourself you rose just as you go to walk out your phone rang a photo of you and Bruce on the screen. You sighed sniffing back tears trying to sound normal held the phone to your ear

"Hi Bruce." You whispered leaning down grabbing your bag and slowly making your way to the door when the two guards began to make their way towards you.

"Hey where are you? You didn't get lost did you I knew I should have sent Alfred."

"No I didn't get lost I..well. something came up." You sniffed feeling the judgmental stares and laughs as you walked out with your head down. Trying to hold back your tears had made your voice higher. You heard him growl down the phone.

"What? What happe- are you crying?" You shook your head sniffing

"N-no dont be silly why would you think that?" you said taking a deep shuddering breath trying not to cry.

"Stop.. where are you whats happened? , y/n I can still hear you moving I said stop." He sounded stern almost angry you hadn't meant to but you did stop moving wiping at your face.

"I can't the guards are following me out, I'm being escorted out"

"What? Why?"

"No its fine... I will see you at the manor tonight"

"No you will not. You will tell me now what happened..... come one sweets what happened talk to me"For some reason that seemed to break the flood gates as tears began rolling down the sides of your face again whimpering.

"Apparently Bruce Wayne doesn't scrape the bottom of the barrel." You said bitterly into the phone wiping at your eyes sniffing as more tears fell you were so embarrassed you could hear the receptionist still laughing with her colleagues. Bruce was silent you took it as a sign to continue.

"She was just rude, said some nasty things ,she didnt believe that I was here to see you, then called security...its fine. I will just go"

"What did she say? And dont you lie to me" he growled you almost hear him his jaw clench.

"Bruce-"

"Tell me!" He was angry and sounded almost worried.

" That I'm delusional...that we dont have a relationship, you couldnt possibly be with someone like me as that means youd be scraping the bottom of the barrel." You waited for a reply he growled then bellowed down the receiver.

"Who the fuck does she think!- Hold on are you still down stairs? Hang on" He moved the phone away but you still heard him speaking you cringed he sounded angry. Very angry you picked up his shoes tapping quickly across the floor.

"Mary, has a security call been made in the lobby? It has? Cancel it.. now yes. And find out who the fuck is on lobby" You heard the faint sound of elevator doors closing but paid no mind as you looked at the two men came up behind you trying to usher you out.

"I'm on my way now you stay exactly where you are. I mean it don't you dare leave this building, if you let them scared you away there will be hell to pay" he ground out then hung up.You sighed looking into your phone taking a moment to brace yourself before dropping it in your bag zipping it up and slinging it over your shoulder wiping at your eyes. The guard spoke up as you didn't move opting to turn around looking for at the elevators finding them easily as one counted down through the floors from the top. It must have been Bruce. You counted with it for a few breaths if it was him he was already half way down the building.

"Miss your going to have to leave." You snapped your head away and shook your head at them.

"You don't understand-"

"No you don't understand you've been asked to leave"

"And I've also just been ordered to stay put by Bruce" you replied more confident now that you knew Bruce was coming down to get you. Getting a glare he took a threatening step towards you.

"If you don't remove yourself then I'm going to be forced to remove you and press charges of trespassing which will go on your record and you will be banned from all Wayne enterprises owned establishments."

"Well you can try, but I doubt he will let that happen this has been a huge misunderstanding." He sighed at you

"Please don't make me drag you out" you saw the elevator doors open revealing your very pissed off looking boyfriend. You flinched he looked almost scary standing taller, he carried himself... different he looked determined then he locked eyes with you and you froze, that intense gaze made you quiver.

"Well don't say I didn't try to warn you" he frowned at that not noticing the way people parted letting the big boss storm across the lobby uninterrupted. Glancing at him as they all but jumped out of his way not wanting to have that anger directed at them , watching to see what poor soul was gojng to be on the receiving end. Bruce's quick steps and angry aura was quickly drawing the attention of the whole lobby as the small crowd watched Bruce quickly cut across the space. Holy shit he looked incredible.The security guard grabbed your forearm ready to drag you out as Bruce stopped behind him.

"What is going on here?" The man gasped turning around as he heard the sharp edge to Bruce's words. Bruce looked at the hand on your arm and practically snarled posessively

"Is he bothering you love?." The guard stood back dropping your arm as if it had scalded him looking between the two of you as Bruce held out a hand catching your wrist gently.

"Mr Wayne you know this women?" He asked panicked Bruce pulled you to him by your arm looking to see if the guard had left any marks rubbing it gently. He glanced at the shorter man with stern eyes pulling you off to the side putting you behind him a little.

"Well I'd hope so considering she's my girlfriend." You gaped at him not expecting him to be so blunt or loud he was loud enough for those around you to hear. The onlookers did a shitty job of covering there shock as they continued to eavesdrop. You snapped out of it placing a hand on his chest trying to calm him down as he squared up against the man who dared touch you. You felt sorry to the guard he didnt do anything wrong in your eyes.

"Bruce he was just doing his job." he huffed casting a look down at you contemplating.

"Your right love. Could you tell me who told you to escort her out of the building?" he raised a hand in the direction of the welcome desk. You heard the poor man sigh in relief as Bruce cast his icy gaze at the desk pulling you behind him you staggered before he grabbed your waist possessively pulling you beside him tucking you into his body protectivly tracing small circles with his fingers in an attempt to calm you.

"Bruce, just leave it please can we go upstairs" you pleaded quietly to him he frowned

"we will but not yet, who upset you?" he asked waving a hand across the desk motioning to the women.

"Bruce please it wasn't that bad lets go"

"No I'm not leaving until I have a word with her, now you can stall all you want sweets but I'm going to find out who it was. No one treats you like that especially in MY company now are you going to be a good girl and tell me?" you couldn't help the way your pussy fluttered at his words, you'd never seen him this protective before a part of you relished in it wanted more even, this was Bruce the boss. Determined and dominant. He looked devastatingly sexy wound tight standing taller and broader, not bothering to pay any mind to the others whispering around him, you felt safe knowing you were here in the arms of the biggest alpha male in the room. Probably the whole tower. He sighed looking at you from the top of his eyes.

"You wont tell me fine then, I'm a good detective I'm sure I can work it out" he stated simply pulling you the few feet up to the desk all of the women squirmed uneasy under his heavy gaze as he looked across them. The one who had upset you shrunk looking more frightened then the others, she shuddered when Bruce locked onto her.

"Considering how panicked you look I'm assuming you are the one who dealt with Miss Cooke?" he said evenly she looked up slowly nodding. Eyes wide gulping. you couldn't help it as your pussy throbbed and you nipples pebbled as bruces stern voice seemed to dominate the huge lobby ,the once nasty smug woman was now cowering slightly.

"I'd like to know what happened" he ordered in a deep voice your breathing bacame shallow at the sound, she started stuttering a reply.

"W-well Mr Wayne.. I-I took her name and c-couldn't find her on the system, I checked all departments and bookings and she wasn't on there so asked her to wait in the lobby... i-it could have been an error." he nodded understanding that even with the top of the range computers he had there was still room for error mostly human error but it did happen ,he motioned for her to go on.

"Then when I came out to ask here where she was headed.... I'm sorry Mr Wayne I didn't believe her.. she said that she was coming to see you I thought she was another girl trying to sneak past the desk I'm so sorry." she quivered. So did you but not necessarily for the same reason flushing a little not just at the attention you had directed your way but also because of the heat that was building between your legs. It didn't help having his warm hand pressing on the side of your waist low enough that it cupped the swell of your hip the heal of his hand covering the top of your ass. you shifted from one foot to the other trying to relieve some of the ache as your movement rubbed your swollen clit between your lips.oh fuck.

"Tell me what are you supposed to do when someone comes in asking for me personally? I'm sure that it was covered in your training" he asked with a heavy tone. You whined in your throat hearing the thick stern voice carry throught the lobby, which had become very quiet. He massaged his fingers into your side letting you mnow he had heard you flushed brighter. She cleared her throat.

"Er-erm we are supposed to message Mary on your floor." she answered wishing the floor could swallow her up.

"Yes but instead you decided to make derogatory remarks to her and embarrass her before having her thrown out. Why is that?" he said making her gulp as she stood pin straight shaking a little fully prepaird to be sacked on the spot he didn't give the woman a chance to reply.

"Tell me what was the comment about me scraping the bottom of the barrel? Or how about you tell me why i couldnt possibly be with a beautiful woman such as her? Or you could explain to me when it became apropriate for you to call my geusts delusional? do you think that is the type of professionalism people expect to find here? that this is the type of people I want representing my company on any level least of all the front line? " he snapped out at her you grasped his blazer.

"Bruce enough,, its done ok? its done please?" he looked from your pleading face to the thoroughly embarrassed woman who looked like she was about to cry. He lifted a hand pulling a tissue from the box on the desk offering it to her, she reached out slowly accepting it. He took a deep breath, part of him wanted to continue. This woman had made you cry, made you feel less than yourself after he'd spent the last few months building up your confidence. But worst of all she made you want to run from him. You had only just stopped questioning your relationship. And this woman had nearly destroyed your new found confidence for no other reason then to make herself look and feel important.

"Go home, take today off tomorrow you will resit the training for this position including the probation period and hopefully you can continue here with a fresh attitude following all protocols, I am not running a school playground I am running a company and this childish bullying has no place here if you dont sort it out your out do I make myself clear." he scolded she used the tissue wiping her eyes nodding

"Yes Mr Wayne" thanking him yet absolutely mortified that she'd been dressed down to such a degree in front of everyone. Bruce satisfied turned walking to the elevators pulling you in along side him, you couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the woman as you took a fleeting glance at her as the doors began to close on the scene catching the gasps as bruce tucked his face into your hair kissing you just befor they shut completely.

"Are you ok now?" he asked stepping closer rubbing your shoulders kissing the back of your neck. you shuddered moaning softly try to contain it you knew you'd failed as he smirked nipping you lightly.

Ooh I think you are? is someone a little worked up?" he wound his arms around your waist tugging you back flush against him slipping a hand between your legs. You moaned rocking into him.

"I've never seen you like that... well only on our second date but you weren't as ... intense you were so sexy.... I think I've got a new fantasy" you summarised he hummed cradling you hiding his face in your neck taking a slow breath before pulling back releasing your mound much to your despair.

"I will see to you in a moment, but I would like to introduce someone to you." he winked making you blush. The doors opened revealing a large modern hall that opened to a medium sized stylish waiting area secretary desk to the left of a heavy looking door with frosted glass paneling the same frosted glass on one side of the door behind the desk A tall woman sat at. she stood up laughing.

"I've got to say Wayne that just made up for my day sitting with Mr Fells."

"You watche dthrough security then?" He asked directing you towarss her she nodded

"The secretaries name is Kirsty Knell, she has a track record of being rude acordjng to the complaints at HR, two major incidents gaining two strikes technically she should be let go as this is her thrid but you've already said for retraining she wont last this probation,she doesn't play well with women it seems. But Ive already sent for her to retrain for the remainder of the week" she said as you both came to a stop befor the desk she come out from behinde the desk holding out a hand

"Hello I'm mary Collins Bruce's secartary" you smiled shaking her hand

"Y/n Cooke ,Bruces..girlfriend nice to meet you" she smiled giving Bruce a playful wink

"Well can I just say he is a lucky man."

"Oh er haha thank you?" you stuttered blushing unsure what to make of the energetic woman.

"Tomorrow phone up Clark for an interview about Y/n I don't care when, book it for at the manor." she nodded at him more interested in watching you.

"Will do.....oh Bruce she's adorable.... Anyway theres a new pass on the desk for her to keep... and thats about it I'm off gonna go surprise the missus at work. See you on Thursday. Make good choices." she left through the still waiting elevator. you stared after her as the doors closed. Bruce laughed picking up the pass and small card that had the companies logo on it.

"This is for you ,it'll get you in and around the building tho after today I doubt anyone is going to stop you again." you took it sliding it into your bag

"Why couldn't you have given me this before?" you cried at him he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you whining? it sounds like your whining, and I was going to give it to you today front desk is meant to message Mary when someone asks to see me" you pouted a little following him into his office. You looked around , it was sleek and modern then you gasped as you spotted the huge floor to ceiling window to the back it had a beautiful view of Gotham... and made you realise you were high..... really high you slowly walked around the chairs and desk dropping your bag on one of the chairs.

"I've never been this high up before." he traced your steps standing behind you as you tentatively touched the cool glas feeling as tho you could fall.

"Sounds like a challenge, are you sure feeling better now?" you rolled your eyes at him when he asked

"Yes I'm fine... cant blame them I mean I'm not what you usually go for.. but you did just reduce her to tears... and it was so hot I've never seen you in boss mode before" he groaned in your ear shifting a little turning you around pushing you against the glass. You trembled as the cool of the glass penetrated your thin blouse.

" I love you" you smiled leaning in kissing him gently then pulled away.

"I love you to" you gasped not noticing him move until his hand cupped you through your leggings again, lifting to your tip toes as he curled a finger slipping it between your needy lips running back and forth across your opening then settled on your clit rolling it hard.

"wow I suppose you really did like that display downstairs your almost flooding your panties, tell me how much did it turn you on when I came down there to put people in there place?" you moaned nodding as his fingers swirled finding your entrance again digging deeper pumping in and out in strong shallow thrusts through your leggings and panties.

"A lot OOHH FUCKBruce we cant,...OOHH God .. Bruuuce your not playing fair." you whined as he continued to play with you knowing just how to toe the line before letting you build to fast.

"Ooohh but baby we can." he whispered against your temple then spinning you he maneuvered you around to face the window pressing your breasts and side of your face on it pulling your hips back securing your arms across the back of your waist as one large hand curled around both crossed forearms. He ground himself against you. You let out a cry trying to wiggle away from him. But just ended up fubbjng your breasts on the cool glass making your nippled impossibly hard.

"Bruce oh my god some one will see!" you admonished at him confused as to why the thought of being caught thrilled you sending a hot rush down you spine setteling in your fluttering lower tummy. He leaned over you brushing his erection against you his chest ghosting your back, letting out a breathy chuckle in your ear before dropping his voice down and octave.

"I know exciting isn't it?" you whined out at him in protest as he rubbed himself across you with descisive strokes teasing you in the way only he knew how

"Bruuuce" you tried again he laughed

"Don't worry sweets we are at least 6 stories above everyone else, you think I'd ever let anyone else see you?"

"YES! of course you would." you yelled unable to stop yourself from grinding back on him he really did laugh at that kissing your neck he noticed that his marks had healed. He tutted couldn't have that now could we?. You squeaked at him when a hand crept up to your throat holding you still as he began kissing your neck, sloppy opened mouthed kisses following licks and bites tugging lightly between his teeth, you closed your eyes tight as your body sung under his ministrations.

"OH-OOHH Bruce pleas-PLEASE fuck." you moaned and withered as he used his hips to stop your movements tucking them under you slightly before thrusting up grinding on your engorged clit nearly taking your weight off your feet.

"AAHH SHIT!" you let out a high keen as he rocked his pelvis side to side his cock rubbing across you through clothes you now wished wasn't there. He pulled back spying the purple mark blossoming on your neck he gave a final lick before moving to stand tall behind you pressing on the dip between your shoulders as you tried to follow him.

"Ah ah not so fast I'm not done with you yet, there was so many things I had planned in here for today... but I'm afraid you will have to settle for a quicky instead...after all I have made lunch reservations." he said as he dragged down your leggings and panties one hand bunched up the blouse that hung over your ass hiding your quivering pussy. Securing it in the hand that held your arms steady he licked his lips as he revealed the juicy plump lips that peaked out from between your thighs. You gasped rubbing your thighs together trying to ease some of the tension you could feel his eyes staring at you. He chuckled enjoying the mewls he cause when he started slapping your thighs untill they parted he undid his zipper pulling himself free before letting your pussy kiss the crown of his cock lightly. You rocked back trying to get him to do ... Somthing anything.

"OH baby is this what you want?" he asked teasing you pressing the head just inside of you just so you felt the first sting of him stretching you before pulling out tapping your clit with it. You sobbed nodding

"I thought you said this was a quicky?" you protested trying to follow him back. Growling aggravated when the hand holding your arms stopped you just shy of him.

"Well You've got me there" that was all the warning you got as he thrust forward bottoming out. You cried in shock as he held still arching his hips up into you forcing you to curve your spine and then some, like always he stretched your walls tight causeing a small sting that always make you quiver around him it sent tingles through your whole body and made your skin prickle, he copied his movement from before tilting up trying to support your weight on his cock only it was embedded within you this time. You moaned in slight pain as the angle had him pressed hard against your cervix. You tense fisting your hands trying to bear your weight down on him wanting more of the addictive pleasure and pain mix. He dropped his hips before thrusting back up holding you high again.

"Or maybe this is what you wanted? I'm going to fuck you and everyone will know your mine, you wont be able to walk straight when we leave thats a promise" he grunted in your ear then began pumping into you slowing building his thrusts into a merciless pace. All you could do was enjoy the ride as he railed you ,panting hard fogging the window with every breath crying and moaning as he used you chasing his own pleasure, his groans were louder as he felt your pussy tensing refusing to let got of him, he couldnt pull out even if he wanted to. You bucked against his pistoning hips feeling your climax building looking down at the peole below you felt yourself spasm arojnd him feeling him throb as his veins caught every nerve inside of you ,when the first tremors shook your body you squirmed that familiar burning heat trickled down into your tummy falling lower and lower as your tummy tensed again and again, he must have felt it as he lowered his hand catching your clit rolling it back and forth. One harsh pinch is all it took for you to fall throwing your head back

"BRUUUCE AH FUCK" you cried high and loud as your body was overcome by bone rattling shudders your pussy spasming around him as you came your pussy ,assaging hjm desperatly trying to milk him it worked as he followed instantly arching his hips up holding still one hand landing on the glass beside you the a loud thump that echoed through the office his deep grunts readched your ears desperate needy as he finished inside of you painting your insides marking it as his and his alone. Both panting he took a few seconds catching his breath then he pulled you back a few steps sitting in his high back chair taking you with him on his lap still nestled inside you, you melted into him as the final tremors ebbed away leavjng you sated and relaxed your head lolling back onto his shoulder, he glanced at the clock on the wall and chuckled

"We missed are reservation.."

"Fuck the reservation" you replied breathlessly still panting hard trying to get your breath back he kissed your shoulder through your blouse.

"Well now I can check that off the list." he said cheerfully groaning as he shifted in his chair releasing your arms rubbing them soothingly as he pulled you up his legs eagerly stuffing more of himself inside of you, you whined at the tenderness that aslway came after being with him.

"List?" you asked now having come back down to earth he nuzzled into your neck humming.

"yeah I have a list of places I want to fuck you in."

"And of course your office is one of them" you laughed weakly his chest rumbled on your back as he growled.

"Not exactly... desk was my first preference, it was the first fantasy I had of you actually... the day we met to be exact" you rolled your eyes

"your unbelievable"

"But I have to admit I've always wanted to try window sex,and mirror sex hey and maybe in the board room god knows I need something to think about to get me through those god awful meetings." you sighed at him

"Something tells me if you had your way we'd fuck in every room in this building"

"Dont tempt me that's not a bad idea" you slapped his thigh lightly

"Its a very bad idea..... imagine the chafing" he let out a belly laugh before leaning forward catching your panties and leggings in one and dragging them over your knees removing himself carefully he pulled them back up patting your bottom

"There we go now how about we get out of here?" he said putting himself back into his trousers zipping them back up you stood taking small steps on shaky legs grabbing the desk as you nearly fell he smirked

"Oh shut up" you said seeing the smug man raise his hands

"Didn't say a word" he held you steady handing you your bag going to the elevator hitting the basement level to the company car park. you sighed leaning against him.

"So where are we going then?" you asked he smoothed the hair away from your neck leaving a kiss on it.

"Home? Tim's coffee machine has been installed so I'd like you to test it before he comes home just to see if it works."

"He got the one we have at work didn't he?"

"yep"

"Why doesn't that surprise me? I'll give it a go but I really would like a shower first" he shook his head pushing you out of the doors to the Aston Martin parked in his spot unlocking it.

"That's a thought I'm gonna fuck you in all my cars to. And your not allowed to have a shower yet, theres somthing about the thought of you at the manor dripping with me all day, tha just uugh it gets me going. You can join me in the shower tonight." you blushed at the thought of him watching you all day arpused knowing how messy he had made you, your pussy throbbed almost painfully.

"O-oh I'm staying over then?" he nodded entering the car you followed

"Yes your staying for a while now that we are going public, and it might be an idea to take a week off, I just want you close until the initial buzz is over." you nodded as he started up the car.

"A-are you ok with all that?" he smiled beaming at you

"Of course I love you and I'm not letting you go your stuck with me I'm afraid. I'm looking forward to being able to show you off, knowing Mary she will phone him today so Clark will probably be in touch within the next few days I would have thought the interview will be Friday or even Saturday. So you'll probably be at the manor for the next 2 weeks or so" he pulled the car out of the car park onto the main road you nodded

"I will tell Jack to go and pack some bags and come over."

"No need I will have Alfred pick him up when he goes to pick up Damien and explain it to him..they can stop at yours on the way home... how do you feel about Jacuzzi sex?" you rolled your eyes

"How did you go from Jack packing bags to pool sex?"

"I thought about telling him not to bother bringing your swimming costume. He and Damien have been swimming lately." you laughed leaning back in the seat shifting whimpering as you felt him seeping onto your panties.

"Are you sure I cant shower when we get back, This is uncomfortable." he gave you a side glance you could see his mind working but he said nothing.

"Ok how about this you let me shower and then we can have Jacuzzi sex tomorrow when the boys are at school?" you reasoned

"Share the shower to save water?"you nodded giggling at his compromise.

"Deal" he agreed way to quickly

"H-HEY! was that a set up?!? you are unbelievable Mr Wayne" he smirked gripping your thigh massaging it with his fingers you pouted.

"Unbelievably good getting shower sex and Jacuzzi sex, fuck yes, three days and three things off my list I'm on a roll." he said pulling of the main road. Honestly this man was always running rings around you.

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