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agentredposts · 6 months

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How they would react to seeing you in their clothes/Uniform.

Resident Evil Characters (Leon S. Kennedy, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Carlos)

Edition One: He was blessed this morning.

Warnings; Fluff, leon marking y/n a bit and some kissing with a bit of suggestive things but that's it.

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Leon S. Kennedy

He's never thought that his coat (RE4) could have looked that attractive on someone, but oh boy he realized he was wrong when he saw you.

It was still kind of early when you woke up, you tried to go back to sleep but couldn't even after multiple tries. I mean, how could you go back to sleep when there was this handsome, no, gorgeous man sleeping in front of you?

You took your time admiring his face and the parts of his body that wasn't hidden by the sheets. You smiled as you started counting the beauty marks on his soft skin, sometimes eyes lingering a bit longer on his perfectly shaped upper back and arms, since he was sleeping on his stomach. After a bit, you reached to gently move some hair out of his face to take a better look at his sleeping expression. It was peacful and soft, for a man that usually has his eyebrows pinched into an serious and intense way, it really was a nice sight to see. He always was serious around people, well except whenever he' was around you. Also, must I say that he can only sleep that well when you're around, in the bed with him.

After a moment you sit up, moving your hair out of the way so you can give his forehead a very soft peck before getting up. It was now October which meant that it was going to be kind of chilly, or rather it was. Your own arms wrapping around your petit(ish) form to try and keep some warmth, you look around for something warmer than your tanktop and little booty shorts. You quickly spot the perfect clothe, Leon's jacket, and so you walk over, pick it up and put it on snuggling into it at the warmth it immediately gives you. After zipping it high enough, you started tiptoeing away from the bedroom and into the bathroom to brush your hair and rinse your mouth, stealing a few sniffs here and then so you could smell your boyfriend's cologne on it. After doing so, you went to the kitchen to start making some coffee/hot cocoa (for the non-coffee lovers 💜) for you and Leon when he would wake up.

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You ended up making some breakfast after a moment, thinking, hoping that the smell would attract your boyfriend out of bed. You knew that he had just come back from a mission not too long ago, but since he was back you wanted to be with him as much as possible. You had missed him, so it was natural after all. When you were mostly done with the food and your own drink that was half gone from sipping it here and then, you heard a knock. At first you hesitated in answering or not, because instead of being at your place like you two usually do, you slept at Leon's for once.

After a bit of hesitation you decided to answer, not wanting the person to end up waking up the sleeping beauty. You pulled down the jacket to be more presentable, even though it was already down to your mid thighs, and walked over the door. “Hello, there is a package that arrived for...Mister Leon S. Kennedy.”, You heard coming from the other side of the door. You started unlocking the multiple locks that were on the door, thanks to Leon's job that made him paranoid, not that you cared or that it was important right now.

As you were doing this, you didn't know that your boyfriend had woken up, searching for you in the bed with one arm, eyes closed. When he realized that you were gone, he grunted and got up only wearing sweatpants but he didn't care. It was not like his body wasn't a body heater anyways. He was always the one to keep you warm when you got cold, since he rarely ever got really cold. He went to the bathroom quickly and when he came back out he smelled the food, leading him to the kitchen and to where you were. And when he saw you and what you were wearing, he froze for a bit, cheeks quickly warming up, lips slightly open from the surprise as he stared at you.

“Good morning, I know I'm not Leon Kennedy but let me take it for him. Thank you.”, You said as you smiled softly up at the man who looked like he was in his beginning 30s. He smiled back as he handed you the package which you gladly took. His eyes looked down at the big fluffy jacket you were wearing and that clearly looked way too warm for the current weather. This made his eyebrow raise as an amused chuckle escaped him and he commented. “I didn't know it was that cold already...Shouldn't you have someone war—”, He stopped talking quickly when he looked behind you. Before you could do anything, you felt two big arms wrap around your waist and pull you backward a bit into a chest, one that you knew all too well. Now you knew for sure that he was up.

Before you could even say anything to the man, Leon let out a low tired grunt into your shoulder and gave the stranger THE look, one you didn't see but clearly was meant for the man to leave asap. As soon as the mailman was nowhere to be seen anymore, Leon grumbled a small “It's cold outside, close the door...Please.”, The blonde says without making any move to pull away from you so you giggle and step backwards, closing the door with your free hand.

“Good morning big guy, what's up with you?”, You asked but then added. “Come on, let's go to the table, I made you something warm to drink.”, When he didn't pull away you knew he had no intention of pulling away from you, that'd he'd stay cuddled against your back and arms around you so you started to walk slowly toward the table, shaking your head amused. What a big baby you've got there, a very handsome one at that. Like he could hear your thought, Leon lifted his head up and stared at you from your shoulder. You turned and gave him a short kiss to which he quickly and happily answered by kissing you back, a bit more eagerly than you...well he had his reasons.

When he first saw you, in his jacket, he thought he was still dreaming. He didn't know his jacket could look so hot and you were the reason behind it. Welp, his favorite jacket will be used even more from now. He'd think about you in it every time hed look at it or get a small whiff of your smell during missions, his break and even when—ahem.

Seeing his girlfriend in the brown jacket made him feel two ways, possessive and very very attracted. Seeing you in his clothes made him realize how real your relationship was, how you were his and his only. Not going to lie, it also made his thoughts go south for a bit, till he simply let it get pushed to the side(for now) by those warm feelings, butterflies in his stomach. So of course when he saw the mailman looking at you—even if it were with no bad intentions—, he couldn't help but get possessive of you and so he did what first came to him, a glare, then become baby and get as close to you as possible. And now that he had you close he didn't want to pull away, unless...it was to get any closer to you.

You two ended up staying in front of the table for a bit, him not wanting to pull away but you ended up giving one of his arms a small tap then lovingly caressed his arm. “Le...I need to finish making the food, it's pratically done. Okay?”, You say, only for the said male to pull you a bit closer and lean to give your neck and jaw a kiss with a small displeased groan. But it quickly changed into a hitchy breath when you leaned your head to the side to give him more access, it was almost as if you were asking him to. He ended up leaving a mark or two on your soft skin so people knew who'se you were, bonus enjoying the little sounds that came out of you.

After that he leaned his forehead down against your shoulder with a sigh, trying to contain or more like control himself and all of his rushing thoughts. He finally ended up letting you go only to sit down on a chair with a small pout, drinking what you made him. He knew that his pout was an "irresistible and adorable" expression that always won you over, even if it didn't exaxtly fit his grown man's face. He would do it for you, and only you, when he wanted something. He purposely would stare at you as you finished the breakfast for the two of you, pouting everytime you glanced at him, making you know that he was unhappy with not being able to cling to you. When you didn't look, his eyes were very much looking at your outfit and the rest that perfectly (to his eyes) fitted, licking his lips a bit before rubbing his face trying not to look too much even though he already was. You knew he was staring, how could you not feel his intense stare, but you tried your best to ignore it, cheeks warming up. Oh you were so into trouble, well if you called it that. Not that you minded the trouble when it came to him.

As soon as you were done and had the two plates in hands, he moved the chair beside his closer meaning he wanted you to sit right by his side. You wanted to tease him a bit more by not sitting, but his face made your heart waver and you gave in to his demand. You smiled and sat down by him, putting the food down as his arm quickly found your waist and he pulled you close. He then hugged you to him with both arms, face snuggling into the crook of your neck as he said in a loving voice. “Thank you for....Being with me still. Don't ever...Leave me please. And also...You can wear my jacket anytime.”, At the last sentence, he leaned his head back up and glanced away cheeks becoming a small tint of pink(well more than they already were).

That only made you smile more and wrap both arms around his neck, one hand going into his hair, leaning close to his face. “You know, I'm the most thankful, thank you for choosing me when you could literally just get any other girls in the world...I love you Leon S Kennedy...”, You whispered the end, inching closer to his face till he closed the distance and kissed you first. It was full of love, tenderness, and a hint of desire. You kissed for a bit till you two pulled away to breath, his forehead ending on yours as he whispered back. “What do you mean? I'm the luckiest guy ever. Couldn't ask for better, for any other girl. Although...You're a bit of a tease.”

And here was his signature teasing grin, the slight tiredness making it even more attractive, but you still rolled your eyes playfully at him. “What? I was colldd.”, You said before laughing softly at the "are you serious, with my jacket?" face he was making. “Okay, okay I might have wanted to try it on too....But its a small reason why.”, you said while showing your fingers that were almost touching, it being that much only. He shook his head and leaned back for a kiss only for you to put your finger between his lips and yours, smiling playfully at him, eyes glittering the same way. “Woah there Le, we need to eat before it gets cold. And I say....Firstonetofinisheatinggetstochoosewhatwedotoday.”, you said the last sentence quickly only purpose before starting eating not letting him time to understand what you said.

When Leon realized what you said, he gasped in false offense at you cheating and started eating first. You didn't look at him but from how he was speaking you knew he was grinning. “You really chose the wrong opponent y/n, baby you will never win against me.”, You two really were going at it, fighting over who gets to choose what you were going to do....Even though, inside you both knew what was going to happen after and that was not only because of him, but what you secretly meant to do too that morning.

And how you guys had so much fun, how you were able to make that Agent laugh and do childish things with you only meant two things. You were meant for him and you were the light of his existence, one he never would want to seperate from...Especially not when he gets to get very close to you. ;)

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I apologize for any of the grammar errors I might have done, English is not my first language. 🙏

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pearlparty · 10 months

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It’s Cuffin’ Season

Brat/Sub!Austin x Reader

Summary: It all started out as a fun little game of teasing, harmless. Except this time he broke one of the rules. And then he broke another rule, because he just couldn’t help himself. He didn’t expect being tied up, gagged, and edged to tears as a result though. Furthermore, he’d never have expected himself to like it. Check that, no, love it.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, heavy dom/sub dynamics, Brat!Austin (but one could argue that it’s just banter and not bratty), Sub!Austin, handcuffs, teasing, edging, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m receiving), hand job, use of a tie as a gag, a tiny bit of degradation, lots of praise, momma kink, ma’am kink, usage of the nickname “baby boy”, lots of begging and apologizing, male whimpering, a dash of dacryphilia (if you can even call it that), tons of dirty talk, brief discussion/use of the color system safe words, unprotected penetrative sex, spitting/swallowing spit, cockwarming, creampie, no use of Y/N, first time writing smut, super quick/rushed ending probably

Word Count: 9k

Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please provide ANY/ALL of the feedback (and I really mean good and bad because I really want to step up my game with this, so feel free to be mean lol). I wrote this for @purejasmine who asked for some apologetic and crying Austin. Hope I could do it justice, babe, and sorry it took five-ever lol. This has been sitting in the archive for a while because I’ve been so anxious about posting it, so the end wraps things up super quickly--if you have any suggestions about how to properly wrap it up, please, message me! If I’ve written anything that has concerning themes that I’ve not addressed, please let me know. I also feel the need to mention that this is takes place in an established relationship with switch dynamics that aren’t really discussed. This is filthy, God, I’m sorry.

The two of you had been apart for what felt like forever (in reality, it was only about a month, but it felt like forever to two idiots who were hopelessly in love and obsessed with each other). You’d been in Paris boss bitching your fall fashion designs to a couple of top executives and he’d been gone for press tours.

It was easy at first. You’d call every night to check in and say your sappy goodnights (even though the time difference usually meant one of you was saying good morning). FaceTime provided some element of comfort to satiate his need for you, but the small screen of blue light did little in comparison to your soft touch and warm skin. Still, he held out because at least he could see you.

The second week was a little harder. A little game had started up between the two of you. Phone calls littered with subtle innuendos had turned to lightly provocative selfies and texts which turned into downright filthy messages sent to each other during the work day. In fact, it got to the point that whenever your name popped up on his screen, he had to check his surroundings before he looked at the message. Unfortunately, he had also learned the hard way to make sure his brightness and volume were low, thanks to a sexy little voice note that had him jumping out of his skin and nearly throwing his phone into the street—which had earned him a poorly hidden side-eye from one of the PAs that had been nearby.

The game of teasing had begun, and while he absolutely loved it, you’d set an impossible finish line: wait until we’re together again. He’d audibly groaned when the words left your mouth, dripping with sex. “Just think how much better it’s gonna be when you’re fucking me instead of your hand. Can you wait for me, baby? Wait for me to come home and take your cock in whatever way pleases you?” He reluctantly agreed, but the images in his phone had been tempting enough as it was. The rest of the time away would be a nightmare.

It’d been easy in the day—there had been a few moments where he zoned out staring into the middle distance, pulling his lip between his teeth, as flashes of your face creased in ecstasy graced his imagination, but the tasks before him always pulled him back to the present without a problem.

Nights on the other hand? That was a whole different problem—it was awfully easy to let his mind wander in an empty hotel room when his phone was right there with a variety of scandalous pictures of you on it. Well… let’s just say that he’d used the pictures you’d sent to hype himself up a bit, but he’d held out despite that little horny voice in the back of his head that tempted him to undo his pants for a quick couple strokes. He might have taken a cold shower or two (or six), but he’d managed to do it.

The four weeks away had him aching to spend a few blissful moments in your presence; it’d be a chance to hold you and recount your trip’s details—touch your face, caress your curves with his fingers, and bury his face in your stomach as you lightly play with his curls.

Right before he railed you into the mattress.

But that’s not how things worked out, huh? Unfortunately, your flight had been canceled due to the weather in Rennes, France, so your schedule had you just barely getting home before the charity gala the next day. You hadn’t been too worried on the phone, brushing it all off with a lovely, “C’est la vie,” but Austin held back an annoyed groan. The man had been waiting to have you all to himself, tucked away in his arms in your little corner of the world, and now he’d have to wait even longer to have you.

Now, that pesky little voice seemed a little louder. His horniness, and perhaps slight jet lag, had begun to eat away at his resolve and soon he found himself leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, filthy thoughts rolling through his head. He glanced at the clock. Around 3. She’s not going to be home for a few hours, the little voice offered. And you won’t be able to have her until after the gala. She’d never know. Besides, it’s good for stress relief, and you’ve been so worked up for so long. You deserve this.

His patience had worn thin and he gave into those carnal urges before you got home. He had the images pulled up on his phone, listening to the voice memos, over and over again as he pictured you coming undone beneath him. He rode that wave to the peak.

And then you walked in on him. His heart (and impending orgasm) stopped. Everything seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

“Is that any way to greet the love of your life after a month apart?”

Heat rose in his cheeks and ears with embarrassment. Shit, he thought. Not only had you caught him masturbating, you had caught him masturbating after you explicitly told him not to masturbate while you were gone.

It was only a few seconds, but it dragged out for an eternity. Austin let go of his cock and sat up a little straighter, eyes darting around the room as he started a defense, “Babe, I, uh--”

“Needed me that bad, huh, baby boy?” you purred as you strutted towards him, lidded eyes never leaving his panicked and confused ones as you closed the distance between you. You dragged your hands up and over his knees and thighs, leaning down enough to give him a little bit of a show with your loose neckline dangling open. His mouth fell open into a small O-shape, still confused, but not unhappy, that you were acting like this.

“Hm?” you hummed, nails ghosting over his cock as you leaned down close to his ear to taunt him with a salacious, “Oh, honey, we both know that your hand can’t hold a flame to me. Do you need me now?” You leaned in closer with a breathy sigh. “Want me to take you right here? Wanna come inside me after a month of being apart?”

Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he listened to the sin fall from your lips. For a moment he’d completely forgotten about the promise he’d broken. For a moment he just had you.

“Oh yes, baby, yes. I do,” he moaned as your hands slid over his shoulders, teasing the fabric of his white tee up his torso just a couple inches. He gently let his hands slide up the sides of your waist. “Need you so bad.”

A light chuckle resonated in your chest before you continued in a breathy whisper, “You know I was going to make it special.” He barely processed the words as he melted into your touch on his neck, spellbound by the way your fingernails lightly scraped over his scalp and mussed his curls. And then you were a lips’ distance away and he could only marvel at the way you’d enchanted him with your touch, hypnotizing him with your soft tone and bedroom eyes.

“Think of all the sinful things we could have done before the gala tonight, Aus,” you breathed as you leaned in even closer. He nearly closed the distance between your lips himself, but--

“Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, I guess we’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t we.” You pulled away harshly, leaving him chasing your skin with a small protesting whine and a small “no” as you drew back and met his gaze with maliciousness, still gripping his hair in an iron vice like some sort of seductress. No.

Dominatrix.

Austin gulped.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me, baby, and you’re gonna listen good,” you admonished, making him nod, suddenly struck dumb at your quick mood change. You had never spoken to him like this before… and he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it. You kept your voice low and level, but not angry. If anything, your words almost contradicted your sultry tone. “We’re going to go to the gala in a couple of hours. We’re going to have a real good time. You’re going to be on your best behavior—keep your hands to yourself, be the perfect arm candy for me, and then,” you leaned in again, “if you’re good,” your lips just ghosted the shell of his ear as you brought your voice down to a whisper, “I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home.”

The brazened words sent a thrill straight to his cock, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe anymore.

“But,” you jerked his head back to look at you fully, a fire burning in your eyes as you laid it out crystal clear. “You put your hands on yourself or misbehave for the tiniest fraction of a second, and I will have you crying and begging for mercy.”

The next words left his mouth unbidden, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You licked your lips and cocked your head to the side, looking him up and down. “Huh,” the tip of your tongue grazed the bottom of your front teeth, “never woulda pegged you as a brat, Mr. Butler.”

You released his hair and caressed your fingers over his cheek before running your thumb down his full bottom lip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He hummed in response, his half lidded gaze and smirk doing well for himself. A thrill shot through your abdomen. This was turning out to be one of the best games you’d ever played, it seemed. You gripped his jaw and went in for a slow kiss. A simple kiss to greet your lover with affection after the weeks apart. “I missed you, by the way,” you muttered to his lips, allowing the persona to take a backseat for a moment and let your mushy feelings out before you had to become the stern woman in charge again.

“Missed you, too,” he muttered back, letting his fingers tease the seam of your pants by your knees.

“Trust me, I’m aware.” You glanced down to his still exposed dick and smirked a little as he blushed. “Now,” you gently tapped his cheek, “get your ass into the bathroom and take a cold shower for me, yeah?”

Needless to say, putting his hands on himself had been one of the few thoughts rolling around in his head as he stepped under the cold water—which didn’t help much besides shock his body back to homeostasis, by the way—and then changed into the dark blue suit set you’d picked out for him shortly after. And as he watched you slink out from your closet draped in a shimmery gold dress that left little to his raunchy imagination, he had to turn and mentally bite his fist to calm himself. The slit in the skirt revealing your leg practically screamed, “Easy access, easy access, easy access!” His fingers itched to slide up your waist and slip the delicate straps from your shoulders. They ached to caress your stomach, thighs, and breasts, but your warning played on repeat in his head and he restrained himself to stick to the rules of engagement you’d given him.

But what would happen if I didn’t play by the rules? he thought. Austin wasn’t sure whether it was unbridled curiosity or some unchecked internal masochism that he’d yet to address, but something had prompted the thought as the two of you climbed into the back of the car. He wanted to see just how far you’d take things.

How could he push you to the end of your rope? And what would lie in wait for him once he’d done it?

A smirk played on the corner of his mouth as the car stopped at your destination. He’d play his part, yes. He’d be the perfect arm candy to the fashion executive woman who needed to hobnob with the rich for a while to maintain those business relationships. He’d open doors, help you from the car, make small talk with individuals with inflated senses of purpose, fetch drinks, and smile for pictures. Yes, he’d do all of that.

But he wanted to have a little fun with you, too. And after two and a half hours of watching you do your job accepting the praise from your colleagues, he finally allowed himself to do just that. Maybe it was his own sexual frustration, or even the three glasses of gin, that pushed him to such uncharacteristic public boldness, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt drawn to your body as you and a small group of stylists listened to your colleague Jean-Luc Gaultier speak about his defeats and triumphs with his latest line of men’s trousers.

Austin appeared to be listening to the Frenchman intently, but his mind was elsewhere as he let his hand snake around your waist and caress the silk material. His fingers pressed into the front of your hip bone in a tantalizing motion as he slid them impossibly close to your hip flexor for the briefest of moments—just teasing you with the idea of the possibility of where he would go next. Your breath hitched, but you maintained your decorum and covered it up by clearing your throat as you shot Austin a look out of the corner of your eye. He ignored it.

Jean-Luc didn’t seem to notice either, and continued to prattle on about the season to the group of people in the small circle. The other designers in the conversation didn’t pay you mind, only eager to please the executive with fake laughter and ingenuine flattery.

Austin’s hand wandered again, gently sliding up your waist to allow his thumb to ghost the underside of your breast before dropping to cop a feel of your ass. Your eyes widened at the sensation, and you snatched his hand in yours. Without even looking at Austin, you could tell he had that stupid smirk on his lips.

“Excuse me, Jean-Luc,” you gently interjected with a tight smile on your face when the executive came to the end of his story. The graying man looked over his round pink sunglasses with a quirked brow. “I think I need to go out for a smoke. I’ll be right back.” You finally turned to shoot a warning look at Austin. “Come with me, dear?”

You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you dragged him away towards the large door out the back, keeping an eye out for any lingering guests that might have gone out as well.

The heavy door slammed closed as you and Austin stepped into the cool night air. Alone. Without a second thought, you whipped the tall man around you and roughly shoved him into the red brick with a huff, your dark nails biting into his neck.

“What the hell was that?” You hissed through gritted teeth. You’d been patient up until now, but this recent disobedience flipped the switch pushed all the pent up sexual frustration from the past month to something a little more aggressive than you’d ever expected. “You really think you can get away with that fiasco back home and then you come here and pull that shit? You’re a little too cocky for your own good.”

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’,” he rasped out, throwing in a little bit of that southern twang that you’d never openly admit to loving so much. “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. Was he trying to get out of this or make it worse on himself? A wave of inappropriate ideas flooded the forefront of your mind. You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“You’re not too good at following rules, are you?” your low voice sent a shiver up his spine, and he met your half-lidded gaze with one of his own. You pulled your lip between your teeth in contemplation. “What on earth am I gonna do with you?”

“Nothing I don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he goaded you. This was uncharted territory for both of you, but he was more than eager to push the limits to fill in the blank edges on the map.

“Who’s to say you deserve anything?” You shortened the gap between your lips as much as you could given Austin’s insane height advantage over you.

He nearly moaned at the bite in your words and the feeling of your nails on his neck. “Ooh, I like it when you’re mean, baby.” Ever the perfect scene partner, he improvised in this little game of yours while eloquently giving you the green light to lay on in thick. And you’d do just that.

You hummed. “You’re a pussy hungry, arrogant little whore, aren’t you? You go home and jerk off to the thought of me when I explicitly told you not to and then you come here and let your hands wander after I asked you to be a good boy.” You let your words drip from your mouth with a sickeningly sweet glaze. “Do you think it’s funny disobeying me? Where exactly do you get off with that, huh?”

“With you, hopefully,” he rasped, keeping his words between the two of you as he smirked. Currently, nothing seemed more appealing than wiping that smug look off of his beautiful face. Your fingers twisted around his tie as you wrenched him closer, a sinister smile spreading over your lips.

“We’ll see,” you whispered before dragging him inside like a dog on his leash. It didn’t take him long to catch up, and you quickly dropped his tie and slipped your hand around his to lead him instead—better not to attract more attention than necessary, though part of you would have liked to drag him out like that and let everyone know that he was your little puppy.

You found Jean-Luc near the bar; the swarm of groupies and outlandish fashion made it easy to find him. “I’m so sorry, dear,” you began, pulling the older man’s attention to you. “But I’m afraid I’m feeling a little faint after that cigarette, so Austin and I are going to head home for the night.” You didn’t give him a chance to object or offer any remedies he might have up his sleeve. “Your designs are fantastic, mon ami, and I can’t wait to see what you have this fall.” He blushed and pulled you in for a kiss on either cheek in his typical farewell before you muttered a few more goodbyes and led Austin to the car.

You ushered him into the backseat, and he wordlessly followed your directions to buckle his seatbelt. A thick sexual tension settled into the back of the car as you gave the driver directions to your house, and you might have worried that the driver knew what you were up to had you not been busy running your nails through the curls at the base of Austin’s neck.

When the car pulled into the driveway, you unbuckled Austin’s seatbelt and directed his eyes to yours with two of your fingers on his jaw. You kept your voice low enough so that only he could hear you. “Get your ass in the house, baby. Go sit on the couch and wait for me there, okay?”

Austin pulled his lip between his teeth and you could have sworn that you heard a shudder in his breath. You smirked, taking a moment to admire the state he was in before you reached across him and pulled his door open. “I’ll take care of this and be up in just a second, okay?” you said at normal volume, but the edge in your voice wasn’t lost on him. Austin nodded once, sucked in another breath and clambered out of the car. You couldn’t help but watch his long legs carry him through the front door.

“Long night, huh?” the driver’s deep voice sounded so suddenly in the quiet private neighborhood that you nearly jumped. It made you let out a small laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” you muttered as you pulled your wallet out of your purse. “Thanks for the ride.” You handed him a $100 bill and quickly stepped out. The beams from the headlights softened as the car backed out of the driveway, and soon it was just you and the porch light on a warm summer evening.

Austin sat obediently on the couch like you’d asked—manspread and smirking, but obedient nonetheless—as he watched you saunter into the living room. A part of you couldn’t decide whether he was trying to show that he maintained dominance or if he just wanted to piss you off. You wordlessly made your way over to him, slowly drinking him in and letting your eyes roam every inch of his lanky body draped over the cushions. He’d taken off his suit jacket and laid it over the couch’s armrest. He did look rather handsome in what you’d picked for him. Dark blue always brought out his eyes, and the white button up perfectly complimented his tan skin.

“See something you like, babe?” The snarky comment left his lips as he leaned back and looped his arms over the back of the couch. You cocked an eyebrow, surprised at his audacity but didn’t answer his question.

“You’re awfully chipper for someone who’s deserving of a punishment,” you hummed, grabbing your dress and parting it from the slit at the top of your thigh so you could straddle him. It had been a risk forgoing a pair of panties with a high slit in your dress, but the gamble had paid off if the look in Austin’s eyes meant anything. You didn’t put any pressure on his lap, though. No, you would take your time with him.

“And what if that’s the very thing that has me so chipper?” Austin’s husky voice hit your ears and you sighed at the sound.

“Well then, darling,” you matched his tone, tugging lightly at the knot of his tie to bring him closer. Your whisper sent a chill down his spine. “I’d say you don’t know what you’re in for.”

He groaned at the sound as you lowered yourself down to his lap, allowing your naked body heat to tease him through his pants. He snaked his hands up your waist, eager to rid you of your golden dress and touch your soft skin.

“No.” You snatched his wrists and yanked them from your body. “No touching. Not ‘til I say so.” Austin’s blue eyes blinked up at you a couple of times. Oh, sweet boy didn’t really think he was going to be punished, did he? You kept your tone firm, but didn’t raise your voice as you spoke, “You’re being punished so you don’t do anything until I say so.”

“O-okay.” He stuttered out, and you released his wrists before wrapping your fingers behind his neck and redirecting his gaze up to yours by pressing his chin up with your thumb.

“That’s all I get? After you disrespected me and disobeyed me?” you questioned with feigned innocence and a pout. Your thumb gently swiped back and forth over the smooth skin on his flushed cheek before you went back to your stern voice. “It’ll be ‘yes, ma’am’ from here on out. Understood?”

Austin swallowed thickly. “Yes, ma’am.” He planted his hands firmly beside him on the couch cushions.

You smirked. “Hm. Good boy.” You turned your attention to his clothes, aching to run your hands down his toned chest. Nimble fingers moved to loosen his tie as you spoke again. “You remember the color system, baby?” It was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway. “Can you tell me what each of the colors mean?” His tie came undone and you pulled it from his shirt collar slowly to lay it over the back of the blue couch, reveling in the way his breathing quickened ever so slightly. His eyes never left your face even though your attention was on each of the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sucked in a breath as you undid the top two buttons. “Green is all clear,” the next button came loose, “yellow is slow down,” Your nails grazed his chest as two more came undone. His breath hitched at the sensation, but he pushed through the last color. “And red means stop.” You finished undoing his shirt and ran your fingers down his chest and towards his toned stomach.

“Very good,” you purred. Gently, you eased the garment off of his body and discarded it to the floor haphazardly. Your eyes raked over his bare chest, the light dusting of chest hair between his pecs. Fuck, he was pretty.

Finally, you met his eyes again. Those familiar blues you loved so much had that little ring of green on the edges that only showed up when he was horny, blown wide with lust. You gently cupped his chin as you spoke seriously, the game taking a time-out so you could clearly express to your lover what you thought to be so important. “So you say ‘red’ at any point, and I’ll stop everything, okay?”

He nodded and sucked in a breath. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sincerity in his eyes. He was ready for whatever you had for him.

That wicked smile returned to your face. “Good.”

Austin couldn’t suppress the thrill that shot down his spine. Oh, lord have mercy. He barely had time to perceive the handcuffs you’d pulled from your bag before you gently grabbed his left wrist. His eyebrows shot up at the sight—he hadn’t expected this, by any means. The gears clicked as you squeezed the single strand snuggly around his wrist. Your eyes flicked up to his, and he nodded, giving you the go ahead.

“Lean forward for me, baby.” He did as he was told, his eyeline meeting your decolletage as his face nearly collided with your plunging neckline. He gulped. Had he not promised to be a good boy and wait for permission, he’d press kisses all over you right now. Over your collarbones, down to the plush flesh at the top of your breasts, right down to—

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Austin?” Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you secured his hands behind his back. You hummed as the other handcuff clicked around his wrist slowly.

“Yes, ma’am.” he breathed out slowly, eyes glued to your neckline. Oh this really was a punishment.

“Go on.” You withdrew your hands from behind him and pushed his back to the couch. “Tell me all the naughty things you did to deserve this.” Your nails scraped down his shoulders to his chest, making him hiss at the delightful sensation. You leaned in close, pressing light kisses to his neck—the kind that just barely grazed his skin and drove him mad with the sensation of your hot breath fanning across his pulse point. Austin adjusted his arms behind his back a little so the cold metal of the handcuffs wasn’t pressing into his wrists too hard before he spoke.

“I-I touched myself before you came home,” he choked out when you ground your hips into his pelvis. Tilting his head back for more access, you slowly dragged your hot lips up his throat and across his jaw, hands traveling closer and closer to his hardening cock. You hummed.

“Mhm. You couldn’t wait for me, could you?” You grinned as you lightly took his chin between your teeth and shook your head in response to your own question. Then you got dangerously close to his lips. “Mm, you got off without me, so I’d say it’s only fair that you wait a little longer while I get off, yeah?” Austin wanted to choke out a defense that technically he never really got off because you’d interrupted his climax, but the words died on his lips when you let out a small moan with another roll of your hips. His eyes rolled back at the sensation and sound. “You’re going to make me come two times, and then if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you put your pitiful cock inside me. Does that sound okay, darling?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he moaned, ready, willing, and able. Even with his hands behind his back, he knew he’d be able to pull a couple of orgasms out of you. Hell, maybe he’d make it three and overachieve—get a gold star and extra praise for his good deeds.

But just like that, you were off of the couch and strutting away. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately. It made him go mad with hunger and he had to suppress a whine at the loss of contact he’d been aching for.

You slowly turned and sank to the loveseat across from Austin, arching your back just enough to draw his attention to your chest. His brow furrowed.

“Uhh,” he stammered out, “how am I supposed to get you off from here?”

You tisked. “Oh, Aus, I never said anything about you getting me off right away.” You leaned back on the velvety cushion and slowly spread your legs, leaving everything on display for Austin—everything you knew he wanted but couldn’t have. His mouth watered at the sight. “Seems it’s only fair that I get myself off just like you, right?”

You didn’t break eye contact as your hand dipped to the pooling arousal between your legs. Suddenly, he realized exactly what kind of torture awaited him now: you were going to get yourself off first. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it but watch. A breathy satisfied moan left your mouth, “Oh, Aus.” You drew his name out in a long sigh, but the word left him empty since it wasn’t him that provided the pleasure (not that it made a difference to his quickly hardening cock). Austin shifted in his seat as you let out a gasp and gripped the back of the loveseat over your shoulder.

“Eyes on me, baby. Only me.” you taunted, screwing your eyes shut as you began a rhythm on your clit that tightened the coil in your abdomen. “Mm, this could have been you, Aus.” You pulled your lip between your teeth, attempting to make an extra show for him.

Truth be told, the performance wasn’t quite as pleasurable as you made it out to be as you normally liked Austin to be the one to get you off, but he’d been naughty and you deemed the performance a necessary punishment to get him irate or apologetic, whichever came first. After all, this was your game, so it seemed only fair that you make up the rules—even if they were unfair.

“This could be your hand touching me, but you couldn’t wait, could you?”

Austin had his eyes glued to your fingers moving through your wet arousal and over your clit, as he shifted again in his seat. “No, I couldn’t wait,” he choked out, the words leaving him hoarse.

“Such an impatient man.” The coil began to compress, and you picked up your pace to chase the release. “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, baby?”

A whine edged into his voice, “Yes, ma’am. I need you so bad. Please.” He leaned forward to the edge of the couch, letting out a strained breath. A jolt of arousal bolted down your spine, but you chose not to respond to his plea and instead let out an obscene moan to tease him a little more. He continued, more of that delicious whine lining his words, “Oh, please, baby, can I make you come. Can I please touch you?”

The begging sent you over the edge and a lovely wave of white pleasure washed over you as you came, knuckles going white as you clutched the back of the couch. Toes curling, head thrown back in ecstasy, your quick breaths echoing off the walls; it might as well have been pulled straight from a porno, and it had Austin captivated and straining against his slacks. If you hadn’t been recovering from an orgasm, you might have taken a minute to soak in the power you held over him at the moment.

When the aftershocks finished wracking your body, you met Austin’s lustful gaze from across the room with a hooded one of your own. He licked his plush lips, eyes raking over your form as his chest heaved, his cheeks flushing a light pink in his excitement. You smirked, pleased with the effect you were having on him.

“You wanna taste me, sweetheart?” The question had barely left your mouth when Austin nodded feverishly. You crooned, “Awfully greedy, aren’t we?”

You retracted your hand from your pussy and swiftly crossed to Austin to straddle him again, pushing him harshly back into the couch. He offered no resistance to your fingers slipping between his lips, savoring your taste and running his tongue over your fingers. You smirked.

“I love how eager you are for me, Austin,” you purred, slithering your hand back to the base of his skull and tugging gently on a few of his curls. His eyes rolled back at the praise.

You straddled him again, pulling your fingers from his mouth and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss to his worry-worn lips. He kissed you hungrily, like kissing you was the only thing that would put air into his lungs. You were right: he was desperate for you.

“I love when you’re begging for it. Begging for me.” You gasped the words between kisses, rolling your hips into his. He hissed at the welcomed sensation. Your hands wandered down to his belt, pulling the buckle free.

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please touch me, ma’am. Please.”

Your eyes flashed up to watch his pretty face express the pleasure you supplied as you palmed his cock. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid the button and zipper on his slacks. Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband and shimmied it down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free from his underwear. You couldn’t help but grin. It seemed every single part of Austin was pretty.

“Can you behave for me, Aus? Are you gonna listen to me this time? Gonna tell me when you’re about to come?” you cooed, dragging your hand up and down his dick in long languid strokes.

“Yes, ma’am. Yes, I promise. Please. Just—please,” he choked his whimpers down as best he could but you could tell he was losing that battle. You made a mental note to draw those whimpers out of him later.

You hummed as you slid off his lap and sank to your knees, eyeing his throbbing erection, the precum already oozing from his tip. Without wasting any more time, you took hold of him by the base and licked a long stripe along the underside of his cock. He let out a breath, one that let you know how much he’d been trying to hold back earlier. You suppressed a grin and leaned forward to kiss the angry red tip, pressing a few little kitten licks to the top. He squirmed at the sensation.

“P-please,” he whined, “no, teasin’.”

You pulled away. “You want me to stop?”

“No! Please, ma’am, I--” he started, but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Then you’ll take what I give you, and beg for more.”

He whimpered, actually whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.” A flash of hot arousal whipped down your spine and straight to your throbbing pussy. Fuck, that was hot.

“Good,” you hummed, before turning your attention back to his cock.

When you took his tip into your mouth, a shudder shook his chest as he moaned. You pumped your hand along him a few times, reveling in the way you could see his strong arms tugging and squirming to break free from his restraints, the way his eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.

You pulled away for just a moment to tell him, “Love the way those pretty blue eyes roll back when I’m sucking you off, baby.” Your voice dripped over him like honey, smooth and salacious—all he wanted in that moment was the feeling of your tongue swirling around his head.

You bobbed your head, taking his long cock back as far as you could, pumping the rest of him with your hand.

“Y-yes, ‘slike that,” he moaned. “Kee-keep, goin’ like that.” His eyes screwed shut and with a gasp and a grunt, he cried out, “Oh! I’m gonna come, baby!” The pleasure had been building all day and it had gotten so intense. You bobbed your head a few more times, pulling him closer and closer to the peak. “Oh! I’m—”

You pulled back, letting his hard wet cock spring back to his stomach in a pitiful display of arousal and no relief. Those beautiful ceruleans blinked open, and for a moment you thought you could see a line of tears in his waterline. His chest rose and fell quickly with heated breaths as he spoke, “Why’d you—” he stopped for a moment to think as you crawled back onto his lap and wiped your mouth, “b-but I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

You pressed a searing kiss to his open mouth to shut him up, allowing his cock to barely graze your cunt. His breath hitched at it, and you pulled his head back by his hair to let him get a look at you.

“Please,” he begged, “can I please come?”

“Patience, darling. You’re doing so well, but you’re not there yet,” you teased, dragging the back of your index finger down his cheek. You tugged on his hair again, easing another whine out of him. It sent a thrill straight to your core.

“Color?” Your voice softened as you asked the question. You might have been in the driver’s seat tonight, but he had control of the situation.

“Green, baby. So green.” His answer came immediately.

“Good,” you cooed with a smirk. You stood again, only this time, you beckoned him to follow you to the other couch.

“On your knees, Aus,” you commanded, and the tall blond obeyed. “So good for me, aren’t you?” You sank back to the love seat, spreading your legs again for him. “Make me come, Austin.”

His eyes went wide, and a small smile graced his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he affirmed before diving in like it was his last meal on earth, letting you swing your legs over his shoulders and crush his head between your thighs. The man was a master with his tongue. He crudely licked a long stripe along your pussy before lapping gently at your clit.

He ate you out like it was his job, plunging his tongue into you and stimulating your clit with practiced perfection. Up and down, up and down, sucking here, nudging there, swirling and finally adding in a little nip that drove you wild. A string of praise fell from your mouth without you even realizing. “So good t’me. Oh Aus, yes like that! Keep going for me, baby!”

His tongue plunged inside you, and you let out a gasp, gripping the back of the couch again. He could tell you were getting closer, closer, closer, and maintained his pace on your clit as you let out another cry, “Yes! ‘M close! I-I—”

The words wouldn’t come, but he knew exactly what you meant. He drank the words down and let out a grown at the sound of your voice, your cries. Ultimately, that tipped the scales and you came all over his face with a cry.

He didn’t stop though; his tongue continued its magic as he helped you ride your orgasm out until the wave of white passed over you and you had to push him away with your hand. He didn’t back away fully and instead pressed more wet, heated kisses to the inside of your thighs, stealing glances up at you as you caught your breath. Finally, your eyes locked and he stopped with a slow and intimate kiss on your leg.

He grinned at you in the dimmed light, his chin glistening. The man wore your arousal like a damn badge of honor. It was filthy, positively filthy.

“Did I do good, momma?” he rasped, voice deep and gravelly. You might have just climaxed, but the nickname suddenly ignited a new kind of feral desire for him, and you felt yourself getting hot and bothered all over again. You took a few steadying breaths before you spoke.

“You did very good, baby boy. Oh, fuck, you did so good for momma.” You lunged forward to capture his lips with yours, not caring in the slightest that you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your lips moved together in practiced perfection, sliding, sucking—you even nipped at his lower lip and pulled a sigh from him.

“Can you sit on the couch for me, darlin’?” you asked between kisses.

“Yes, ma’am.” With a little helpful balance from you, he returned to his seat and it was clear that his erection needed some attention, so you straddled his lap again with a little more room for you to jerk him off.

“Doin’ so good for me, Aus,” you purred in his ear as you took his cock in your hand. He hummed at the contact and moaned as your hand pumped him at a slow and agonizing pace.

“Please, baby, please,” he begged and let your name fall from his lips. “C’mon, baby, make me come!” Your hand stuttered on his cock and you pulled away, making him pant and whine some more for relief. “Baby, I’ve been good!” His voice was desperate, but verging a little too close to demanding for your liking. He didn’t get to demand things like that tonight.

“You’re not playing by my rules, Aus,” you chastised flatly as you leaned away to retrieve his tie from the other side of the couch. “You don’t wanna call me what I told you to call me? Fine.” You rolled up his tie in your hands and watched his eyes widen. “You don’t get to say anything else either. Open.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed and you pressed the tie into his mouth as a gag. “You need to earn back your words, so make all those pretty little noises for me, yeah? I want you a moaning, whimpering mess by the time we’re done here.”

You grabbed his cock by the base again, maybe a little more sudden than you’d intended because he jumped and let out a muffled yelp. “C’mon, Aus. You can do it for me, darlin’.” You pumped his long shaft quickly, soaking in every little gasp or groan he’d give you. His muffled little whimpers made your cunt clench in anticipation, and arousal slipped between your legs. “Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.”

It only took a few more motions of your hand for him to be right on the edge. Tears spilled over his pretty lashes as he moaned into the tie. “Gonna come for me?” you asked. He nodded feverishly, ready to end the cycle of punishments you had for him, but you smirked before pulling away, pleased with having edged him to tears.

You took the wet gag from his mouth, a string of spittle following it as you placed it on the floor. Before he had the capacity to speak, you swiftly halted any communication with a heated kiss to his open mouth again, adoring the drooling sobbing mess that he’d become in the past couple of minutes.

Your fingers softly traced the angry veins in his cock without enough pressure to provide any relief, but enough contact to tease him and make his hips buck forward.

“Oh please, ma’am! Please let me come!” he whined again, another set of tears falling onto his cheeks. “Momma, please.”

You met his tearful gaze with a small smile and tilting your head to the side. “Didn’t you disobey me, though? You’re a greedy little boy who doesn’t know how to follow rules, and that kind of behavior deserves punishment,” you sighed as you peppered his face with light kisses—small rewards for all the noises he’d made.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I-I’m—momma, I’m sorry.”

You pulled your lip between your teeth again, looking him over and taking in the whimpering man underneath you. “You’re being awful good for me, baby boy. Get me off one more time and then we’ll talk about you coming. Can you be good for momma and get her off one more time?”

He seemed to sigh a breath of relief at that. “Y-yes, ma’am. Please, I’ll be g-good—I’ll make you feel so good.” Oh, that sounded like music to your ears.

“I’m going to take these off of you now, okay?” you grabbed the key from your purse. He eagerly leaned forward to allow more access to his wrists.

“So, I can touch you now?” he rasped, his hot breath fanning over your chest and making your breath hitch. Your eyes rolled back, suddenly eager for his lips on your body.

A light chuckle escaped your chest as you leaned closer and spoke, “Yes, you can touch me, Aus.”

Austin’s eyes closed in a silent prayer of thanks as he feverishly planted kisses along your neckline with small whispered promises of ecstasy and faint love proclamations. It all made the process of unlocking his right hand from the handcuffs a little hard to focus on, but the quiet click of the lock releasing came nonetheless.

As soon as the strand came loose from its gears and freed his wrist, Austin wrenched his arms forward, greedy hands roaming up your waist as he pulled your body closer to him. You gasped and clutched at the back of the couch and his head for the balance that he’d robbed with his lurch forward. The handcuffs still dangled from his left wrist, clinking together as he groped your body.

“Want me to get—“ you started offering to unlock the other handcuff, but he cut you off with a growl and more desperate kisses making their way up your neck.

“Just wanna feel you.” His low husky voice reverberated at your throat and you hummed in appreciation, dropping the key to the floor.

“You wanna feel me, baby?” You asked as his right hand took a fistful of your ass and his left slid up the side of your neck. You shivered at the cold metal of the handcuffs brushing up along your heated skin.

“Yes, ma’am I do,” he whispered.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Make me feel good like you always do.” And with that, he slipped the thin golden straps from your shoulders and pulled your dress down to reveal your breasts, nipples erect and ready to be worshiped by Austin. His left hand slipped down to massage one while he licked a stripe down to your nipple on the other side.

Oh, god. Your eyes closed on their own accord, focusing purely on the pleasure he supplied. His fingers moved from your ass to between your legs, dipping his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy.

“Aus.” His name came out in a breathy mewl as he began a rhythmic circle on your sensitive clit with his thumb. Your breath hitched again when he curled his fingers and hit the spot just right that you couldn’t suppress a pornographic moan. “Oh, yes! Just like that!”

An orgasm lay right around the corner, and you were practically shaking as he continued. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry for disobeying you before.” The words fell from his lips in a slur, his voice rough and wet from neediness. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, squelching, moans, and heavy breathing filling the air around the both of you.

“Right there! Right—ah!” you exclaimed as the ecstasy blinded you. He muttered more incoherent apologies into your chest between your breasts as he palmed your skin and breathed in your scent. You rode his fingers as the world slowly lost its rosy hue, your fingers tangling themselves into the golden tresses at the nape of his neck.

“Yes, oh yes,” you panted, holding his head close to you. Austin hid his face into your neck, nibbling gently on the exposed flesh near your collarbone and pulse point.

“Such a good boy for me, Aus,” you praised, catching your breath and steadying yourself before pulling his head back by his hair. The lighting allowed you to see his wet cheeks and swollen lips. His pretty blonde lashes seemed to sparkle. He really was an incredibly beautiful man. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was yours.

You brushed a stray tear from his cheek. “Good boys get their rewards. You ready to come? Want to come inside me?” God, it was dirty.

“Yes, please. Please let me fuck you,” he choked out. Music to your fucking ears. You loved it when he talked like that.

“Give it to me, Austin.” Despite being messy and overstimulated, you’d be damned if you didn’t get to come on his cock tonight.

You leaned up on your knees and gently guided his cock to your dripping cunt, hissing when the tip of his head brushed against your clit. Fuck, you were sensitive. You didn't care though; you sank down onto him quickly and he hissed a curse. You gripped his shoulders as you gasped, nails biting into his skin.

“Fuck, you feel divine,” he moaned. He clutched you closer. You didn’t respond as you began grinding a slow pace up and down.

“Whose cock is this?” You asked between pants. Austin’s face creased in pleasure and he gasped when you clenched down on him.

“Yours, baby, it’s yours. I’m yours.” He spoke with awe and passion, and when his eyes opened again to meet yours he looked at you like you were the world. You crashed your lips to his desperately. “Take me,” he gasped between kisses, “use me,” his hand slipped to your neck to pull you impossibly closer, “love me,” another kiss before he pulled away to growl, “own me.”

“‘S’right, Aus. You’re mine,” you breathed out. When you dropped down again, he hit that wonderful little sweet spot inside you, pushing you to the edge. Oh god! You picked up the pace a little, eager to chase the nearing euphoria.

Grinding, heaving, moaning, you tapped your fingers to his lips. “Open your mouth, babe.” He did, and you did something you never thought you’d ever do: you gathered all the saliva in your mouth and spat it into his. He was yours, yours, yours. Without missing a beat, a smile played on his lips. He never broke eye contact as he did something he didn’t think he’d do.

He swallowed it.

It was like a bolt of lightning. You were so close, so close, you wanted to sprint to the finish line. And from the looks of it, he was too, growling clutching your closer as you rode him at a now impossible pace. “You wanna come, Aus?”

“Please, momma! Please!” He moaned, his glassy eyes screwing shut as his sensitive head hit your cervix. You tightened your grip on his strong shoulders at the feeling.

“Come for me, Austin. Come inside me. Come for momma.”

One, two, three thrusts and you were both seeing stars. A string of curse words fell from his lips as he pumped his hot come into your cunt. Your nails bit into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin. You trembled in his arms, over sensitive and catching your breath, and he was transported to another dimension—his long awaited orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and the aftershocks pulled him closer to your skin as you both came down, clutching each other.

You held his head to your chest, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings and praises as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting deeper into you. “That’s it, baby, let go. Did so so good. Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” His eyelashes fluttered against your neck and his breath and hips gradually slowed. He slowly kissed your collarbone before raising his head to look over your equally flushed face.

“Shit,” he puffed, that post-orgasm glow highlighting his lopsided smile, “that was…” He couldn’t find the words. Seems you’d fucked him stupid.

“Earth-shattering?” You finished for him with a smile. He chuckled.

“Yes, ma’am. Earth-shattering.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

You bit your lip and turned your gaze downward as you spoke. “So I—it wasn’t… too much?” Daring a glance up, you met his pretty blues again, slowly returning to their normal sea shade. You’d never really had the chance to let your dominant side out in the past, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d taken things too far with him.

“Too much?” Austin repeated with a laugh. “Baby, listen to me carefully when I say this: you could have stepped on me and I’d have thanked you.” He grinned at the melodic laugh you let out at that.

“You like it when momma’s in charge?”

Austin grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

For a moment it was just you and Austin. You in his lap, his delicious cock still inside you, stroking his face, his fingers running up and down your arm. This game had finally come to a close and you both dropped the personas you’d adapted for the fun and it really was just two people hopelessly obsessed with each other again. But one thing was sure: this had opened the door to an entirely new set of sexual experiences that you could have in the future.

After all, you still had those handcuffs that would need to be broken out every now and then, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they might feel like on your skin one day too.

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And that’s the story of how Austin found out he enjoyed being a sub. The End.

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Reality Check

Chapter Eight of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Nine

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5.2K

Chapter Overview: The morning after & the days that follow your and Frankie's hookup are joyful, but not everyone is joining in on the love

TW: Brief mentions of sexual assault & Brunson (iykyk)

Notes: i got it done by the hair of my chinny chin chin LMAOO ,, honestly i usually ramble in my notes but i dont have a lot to say today (': thank you to everyone who has liked and/or reblogged my story so far ! it means so much !! let me know if you want to be added to the tag list as well !! as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Frankie’s alarm blares earlier than either of you want it too. Maybe it wouldn’t have felt so early if you had gone to bed sooner. You jump a little when you hear it going off and feel the man holding you stir behind you. The arm that he had wrapped around your waist detaches slowly to silence the unwelcome sound. You smile to yourself as you hear him breathe out deeply and snuggle his body closer to yours under the duvet.

“I sent it to snooze.” He yawns. “We only have a few more minutes of this.”

He is clearly more awake than he sounds as his lips quickly find your shoulder. You stretch your neck out to allow him access and he greedily accepts your invitation.

“I don’t want to go back to reality.” You can feel your heart rate already accelerating as he continues to adorn your skin.

“Let’s stay here, in bed, all day. I have vacation hours, remember?”

“But I don’t.” You sigh and shift your body to where you can look at him. “And Benny can’t manage the gym all by himself anymore.”

As you wait for him to say something, you allow your eyes to wander all over his face. His hair looks so curly and soft against the pillow. His eyes don’t look as sad as they do during the daytime. They appear youthful and doe-like.

“What are you doing?” He smiles.

“I’m trying to memorize what you look like first thing in the morning.” You bring your hand out from under the covers and caress his beard. “Does it always grow like this?” You gingerly brush your thumb over the sparse patch.

“Ever since I can remember. It made shaving easier, but it isn’t the most manly, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh? What would you say then?” He pokes at your ribs hidden beneath the sheets.

“I would say that any woman would love their very own special spot to kiss you.”

You lean forward and kiss him softly. Your lips fit perfectly in the patch just like you thought they would.

“But I don’t want any woman to kiss me. I just want one.”

He swallows your mouth with his and you willingly let him. Before you know it, he has you situated on top of him as the two of you kiss. His scent is huskier in the morning. It hasn’t been tainted by a long day of work. You break apart so you can look at him. He doesn’t fight with you as he has a particularly good view of your breasts from how you are sitting. Since he was laying on the left side of his body before, you weren’t able to see how the red flowers you left on his neck have grown this morning. But now you have a clear view.

“Don’t be mad at me, but I think you’re going to have a hard time covering these up.” You reach your hand down and trace each one with your finger. “I might have gotten a little carried away.”

“You weren’t the only one.” His own hand comes up and brushes against your collar bone. The slight pain you feel makes you realize that you didn’t end the night blemish free. “Let’s call it even, hmm?”

“Deal.”

You’re leaning down to kiss him when the alarm goes off again. “Guess it’s time to get moving.” Not one to leave a task unfinished, you place your lips sweetly on the edge of his nose before sliding off his torso to land where you slept. You throw your legs over the side of the bed and stretch your arms high above your head. A soreness in your abs and in between your legs demands to be felt as you use your muscles for the first time since last night. That delicious ache serves as a physical reminder that what happened in this bed is real. That the man lying next to you is real. That this moment is so very real.

It also serves as a reminder that he didn’t pull out. While you knew it was safe, he didn’t. You turn your head over your shoulder and falter at what you see. He’s just staring at you. A childish grin on his face as he holds his head up with his hand. The covers have fallen just above his waist to give you a teasing view of that tummy you have grown so fond of.

“Hey, about last night…” You worry when you see his smile flicker ever so slightly. “I just wanted to let you know that I have the implant. So, we are completely safe since we clearly weren’t safe last night.”

“God bless modern medicine.” He laughs lightly.

“I was going to say something before hand, but some guy fucked the thought right out of my head.” You give him a cheeky look.

“He sounds like quite the catch.”

“Biggest fish I ever saw.”

A comfortable laughter engulfs the two of you as you each search for the clothes that were discarded the night prior. You realize, a little grossed out, that you hadn’t showered since Saturday morning.

“Do you mind if I use your shower before we leave? I promise I’ll be quick.”

He nods and leads you into the bathroom. He shows you where the shampoo and conditioner are and even takes two towels. One for your body and one for your hair. Then he starts the water for you and makes a comment about how other people’s showers are always weirdly difficult to operate. While you were sure you could have managed on your own, you graciously stand back and allow him to take care of you. It’s nice to not have to be in control all the time.

“I think you’re all set. I’ll go get started on some coffee.” He taps the screen of his phone that he set down on the counter. “It’s not even 6:30 yet, you can take some extra time in here if you’d like.”

He closes the door behind him as he leaves the bathroom. Instead of heading straight for the kitchen like he said he would, he sits down on your side of the bed and buries his head in his hands. When he heard you say Hey, about last night… he was sure you were going to tell him it was a one time thing, a simple fling. Now that you had gotten it out of your system, you didn’t want to be around him anymore. He tried to keep his emotions under lock and key, but he could tell by your hesitation that you had seen something flash across his face. When you revealed that you were only referring to your birth control he was more relieved than he would like to admit. Then the guilt crept in. He scolded himself for acting like a boy fumbling around in the dark and forgetting protection like that. He was always so good with it. He could barely keep himself afloat, but a kid too? How could he have been so careless?

Your playful remark had kept him from totally spinning out. I was going to say something before hand, but some guy fucked the thought right out of my head. He knew that you told him about it because you didn’t want him to worry. He had never had a partner that brought up the events of the night during the day to soothe him. Whenever Rochelle brought it up, it was to criticize something he did or didn’t do. It registered in his brain that he was subconsciously waiting for you to do the same because it is all he has ever known. But, you didn’t. You talked to him without annoyance and without contempt. You made him feel good about himself. He only hoped that he made you feel the exact same way. With a smile on his face, he treks to the kitchen.

You stare at the bruise on your collar bone in the mirror. You don’t think you have ever seen anything so lovely in your entire life. He had given you a small piece of him to carry around. While you knew it would fade, that made you cherish it all the more. The bathroom mirror starts to fog up and you know it's time to get in. You pick up the towels that are on the counter so you can drape them over the shower curtain and find something that peaks your interest. His dog tags lay haphazardly on the countertop. You pick up the cool metal and inspect it. There are random numbers debossed into it, you assume it related to his military group, and his name indented underneath them.

“Francisco Morales.” The name feels like velvet on your tongue. “That’s going to be fun to use.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you lay your towels out, and hop into the embrace of the warm water.

***

“It’s going to be so nice to change into the extra set of clothes that I keep in my trunk.” You say walking into the kitchen.

“You keep a change of clothes in your trunk?” He doesn’t turn around to face you as he is pouring coffee, but you can tell by his back shaking that he's laughing to himself.

“Luck favors the prepared,” You walk up beside him and hop up on the counter. “Francisco.”

That got his attention. He looks at you, completely shocked, as he sets the coffee pot down.

“How did you-?”

“You really shouldn’t leave your dog tags lying about.” He moves his body in between your legs and grips your thighs. “Strangers might read them and find out all your secrets.”

“Or maybe,” His lips brush against yours. “I should tie these strangers to the headboard so they don’t go wandering off.”

Try as you might to stop it, goosebumps litter your skin at his words. You know he feels them against his palms when he smiles against you and bites at your lower lip.

“Come on,” He whispers. “As much as I want to stay here with you, we have to get to work.”

“Tease.” You taunt as you scoot off your ledge.

You watch patiently as he puts lids on two to-go cups and plucks an orange from his fruit basket.

“I know you don’t like to eat first thing in the morning, but you should still have something in your stomach.”

“Thank you.” You take the items from him. “Thank you for the whole weekend actually. You really saved me after the bar.”

“You never have to thank me. Anything that I do for you, I do because I want to.”

***

The two of you pull into Brass Knuckles’ parking lot before Benny. Your tote sat balanced on your right leg the whole car ride. Frankie had claimed the left one for himself the second he started driving. Even though you haven't touched your phone the entire weekend, you still had no desire to with Frankie sitting next to you.

“When can I see you again?” He says as he puts his truck in park.

“As much as I want to see you tonight, I have to visit my dad. He’s going to be wondering who I have been choosing to spend my nights with over him. What about Tuesday?”

You notice the color drains out of his face when you mention that day.

“I actually have a…a meeting on Tuesday. It's for work. They like to have weekly progress meetings to keep us all on track.”

“Oh, is that why you had to leave around 5 o’clock on Tuesday when you helped me with my car?”

“Yeah, exactly.” He sounds like he is trying to convince himself more than you at this point, but you decide not to say anything. “What about Wednesday?”

“Third times the charm. Wednesday sounds perfect.” You smile.

He leans over the center console to kiss you before you get out. He tells you that he will wait until you’re inside the shop before he leaves, but you encourage him to go anyway. After a bit of coaxing he finally gives in. You wait and wave by your car as he drives off into the early morning air. You could feel it in your heart that you were in way deeper than you anticipated.

“Okay,” You dig the gym keys out of your tote. “First things first: time to change.”

You unlock the door to the gym and find your house keys right where you left them so many days ago. Who knew that one simple mistake would lead to the events of this past weekend. After retrieving them, you jog out to your car, pop the trunk, and grab your spare clothes. Finally, you lock your car and head back inside to the safety of the gym. You opt to lock it just in case, plus Benny has a key so he can let himself in.

As you make your way to the locker room, you pull out your phone to see what you missed. There was one text from your dad. He knew that you had plans Saturday night, so there weren't any messages from that day. However, the text you did receive from him was late Sunday evening, presumably after his group poker tournament, that asked about your next visit.

Dad: Coming to see your old man on Monday?

You heart the message and tell him that you are going to swing by after work like usual so he better be prepared to show you all the work he has been doing. Next, you check on Robbie.

“Oh God, I’m so fucking dead.”

There were 30 unread messages and 6 missed calls from your best friend. You never told her that you were going out that night. The texts weren’t about your absence at first though. The earlier ones ranged from updates on tests she took, her saying she would have to miss your usual Sunday evening call so she could study, and her conferming dates for when she was going to drive down to see you. As the evening went on, they started to get a little more specific. She asked where you were because you weren’t answering, then she said that she knew because she tracked your location. When you still didn’t respond, most likely due to inebriation, she said she was getting worried. Guilt racked your body to know she was concerned and you weren’t there to reassure her. She texted again after you made it to Frankie’s house and correctly guessed where you were. Robbie said that she hopped that you finally grew some balls and fucked him. God, you can’t wait to tell her. The last text she sent was very late Sunday night, or technically early Monday morning, saying that if she didn’t hear from you by the end of the day she was going to call the Florida police and file a missing persons report.

You decide that the best plan of action is to call her. She is more than likely awake at this time anyway. Texas was only an hour behind Florida and it was already 7:15 am. Setting your fresh clothes on a shelf in the locker room you press ‘call’ and select speaker mode while you start to undress. She answers on the third ring.

“You better have a really fucking good explanation as to why you went completely ghost on me this weekend! I was so worried! You never do that!”

“Robbie, I’m so so sorry that I didn’t call or text you back.” You toss your old shirt into your tote. “Truth be told, I didn’t get on my phone at all this weekend. You could say I was a bit preoccupied.”

“You didn’t…”

“I did!” You yell into the speaker.

You’re sure that all of the dogs in the surrounding area can hear both you and Robbie’s high pitched celebratory shrieks. She sounds even happier than you do if you’re being honest.

“I want to know everything! Don’t you dare skimp on the details! Oh my God I’m so glad this finally fucking happened!”

You try your best to recount everything that went down while you continue changing. She sounds like she’s going to go into cardiac arrest when you tell her about the saved bottle cap and sticky note. When you finally get to the part where you had sex she is having a full blown conniption on the other end of the phone.

“Robbie, I’ve never been with a man that was so eager to eat me out like that. He was, holy shit, he was relentless like…”

Her loud and incoherent rambling through the speaker cuts you off and sends you into a fit of laughter.

“I had no idea it could feel that amazing! Oh God and when he fucked me? I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel …safe.” You take a shaky breath and push down memories that threaten to bubble to the surface. “I really didn’t think I could feel safe doing that again after what happened.”

She’s quiet, for the first time in the conversation, while she processes what you said.

“I’m so happy that he was able to provide that for you, babe. And I’m sorry that you had that feeling of safety stolen from you regarding sex. That wasn’t fair and it wasn’t your fault.”

“I guess I just kinda closed myself off from the possibilities of letting another man in like that again.” You clear your throat to chase away the feeling of being choked up. “I’m sorry again for disappearing on you.”

“It better not happen again!” She says with false seriousness. “Ugh, I need a man that will fuck me like that. I’m in a serious drought right now.”

“Well,” You say in a sing-songy manner. “Like I said a while back, I have a guy here that could treat you the way you deserve.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. What was his name again? Will?”

You hear the faint sound of keys jingling and a lock opening and are shocked at how time has gotten away from you.

“Hey, I hear Benny coming into the gym so that means I’m gonna have to help him prep for the day. Call you later?”

“Yes, please!”

You hang up and toss the rest of your discarded clothes into your tote. Before you leave you look at your face in the mirror. Honestly, with the lack of sleep coupled with the absence of makeup, you don’t look half bad today.

“Morning, Benny!” You shout as you exit the locker room.

“Ahh! What the fuck?” You have to stifle laughter after seeing him jump nearly a foot in the air. “I didn’t know you were here?!”

“I was back there changing.” You swing your very full bag over your shoulder in confirmation. “I figured it would be weird if I was still wearing Saturday’s clothes on Monday.”

“I thought Fish was goin’ to take you to pick up your car after we left?”

All you can do is stand there and try to suppress a devious smile that you feel forming on your lips.

“No fucking way! You two never left that house did you?!”

“In my defense,” You say, walking to the lobby. “He made a very compelling argument not to leave.”

“I knew he had it in him to seal the deal! Come on,” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and walks with you. “Tell me everything while we open up. I need to make sure he treated you well.”

“Everything.” You raise one of your eyebrows.

“Well skip the sex stuff.”

***

You’re blown away with how far your dad has come in his physical therapy in only a little over a month. He can actually walk on his own now. Technically, it's only short distances and with a cane for support, but he’s walking by himself nonetheless. You watch peacefully as Miss. Maggie walks next to him and sweetly utters quiet encouragement. When he finally makes it back to his chair, Miss. Maggie lets the two of you know that she’s going to take her break and will be back in about 20 minutes.

“So,” He props his cane up against the arm of the chair. “What did you get up to this weekend? I was a little shocked that you texted me saying that you had plans.”

“What? I can’t have plans now?” You joke.

“No, no. I just didn’t know you had made any friends that you cared enough about to make plans with.”

“Remember that guy who hired me? Benny? I’ve gotten pretty close with him and his group of friends. They actually surprised me on Saturday by taking me to a bar they frequent to celebrate my ‘one month anniversary’ working at the gym.”

“That’s mighty kind of them, sweet pea. I’m proud you have stuck it out this long. Did you have fun?”

“I did! It was nice to get out and do something.”

“Because spending your weekends with your dad is such a drag, right?”

“You know that's not what I mean.” You cock your head to the side.

“I know it wasn’t, but I hope it made you realize that. I don’t want you to spend the short time that you have here tethered to me. I want you to still have a life.”

“I’m literally here for you.” You counter.

“And I’m grateful for that, but you worry about everyone else around you before you worry about yourself. You can’t fully help people until you help yourself. Plus, you ditching me on Saturday gave me an opportunity.” He winks.

“Oh?”

“I asked Maggie to coffee on Wednesday after her shift. It will be here in the cafeteria we have, so it won’t be in a fancy place or even particularly good coffee, but that won’t matter. The location is irrelevant as long as you’re with the right person. Remember that.”

“I’m really happy for you, dad.” You reach out your hand and squeeze his. “I’ll remember. I promise.”

***

Ever since Frankie dropped you off Monday morning, the two of you have been texting like two middle school girls who have just gotten phones. Granted it's only Tuesday now, but you didn’t even text Robbie this much. They weren’t anything particularly deep, yet it was sweet to know that he wanted to share what he was doing during the day with you. He sent you a picture of the sun when he got to work yesterday, then a photo of the sandwich he picked up for lunch with a ‘6/10’ texted below it, and later on during the evening he sent you a picture of the moon and said ‘I thought you would like this’. Today you were a little bit surprised to see his name pop up with ‘good morning!’ next to it. Surely this meant y’all were more than just a one night stand. You spin yourself around in your desk chair as you let hundreds of ‘what if’ scenarios play out in your head. You didn’t want to assume anything, but this felt special to you. It felt really, really good. Your spinning comes to a halt when you hear your phone chime.

Frankie: I’m sorry that I can’t see you tonight because of my stupid meeting, but maybe I can make it up to you?

You: How do you plan on doing that?

Frankie: Since I can’t be there in person to make it up to you the way I really want too…I have something else up my sleeve.

You: You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you?

Frankie: Where’s the fun in that? Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.

Before you have a chance to respond, the doorbell announces that a customer has walked in. A little part of you hoped it was the man behind the screen, but you were sorely mistaken.

“Good afternoon to my favorite receptionist in the whole gym!”

“I’m the only receptionist in the whole gym, Brunson.” Your fingers are itching to text Frankie back, but instead you direct them to your computer keys.

“That doesn’t matter, darlin’. You’d still be my favorite even if you weren’t.”

You could tell he thought that was a real winner of a line by the smug grin on his face.

“Oh, wow. Lucky me.” You yawn as you shift your gaze to the computer screen.

“So, are you going to come see me fight this Friday? I’m sure you’ve seen me in here training for it.”

“Well, since I work here I’ll be there by default.” You say without looking up at him. “And believe it or not, I’m not actually the one training you so I have no idea what goes on behind that brick wall.”

“I need a sweet little thing like you in my corner.” He either doesn’t pick up on your annoyance or chooses to ignore it. “Waiting on me with a fresh towel to wipe my face and some water for me to drink in between rounds.”

“Would you look at that? You’re all checked in for your session! I’m sure Benny would be more than happy to see you now.” You smile sickeningly sweet. “Enjoy your workout.”

“See you soon, darlin’.” He says as he heads back.

“Not if I can help it.” You mutter under your breath.

The doorbell’s cheery jingle rings out again as soon as Brunson has thankfully left your line of sight. When you turn to face the guest, you recognize her. It’s the woman who unfortunately walked in on you telling Benny that you would kick his ass last Thursday. Her hair is a golden color and is as straight as an arrow while her eyebrows were as dark as the night sky. She was about your height and dawned what looked like very expensive workout gear.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am! How may I help you today?”

She looks a little uncomfortable as she approaches your desk. “I’m just here to sign up for a membership actually. My friend originally recommended that I come to this gym and I liked it so much the last time I was here that I figured I would make it official.”

“That’s wonderful to hear!” You chalk her awkwardness up to this being a male dominated gym. “Let me get the paperwork for you to fill out.” You grab a pen out of your holder and then the membership document out of your desk’s filing basket and hand it to her. “Once you finish this, your physical copy of the membership card should be mailed to you in about a week's time. If you decide to pay us a visit before then, I can just check you in manually through our computer system.”

You gesture to a few chairs placed against the front glass wall of the building for her to sit in while she works on the form. Movement from out in the parking lot catches your eye and you see a delivery man approaching the gym with an enormous vase of flowers. You watch, confused, as he walks inside.

“I have a delivery for uhhh…” He looks down at his work tablet and looks back up as he says your name.

“That’s me. You can set them down right here if you’d like.” You wave your hand to the open left corner of your desk.

He tips his hat to you and walks out the door before you even get a chance to ask who sent them. Lucky for you, you already had a feeling who the culprit is. You stand up so you can inspect them closer. The flowers were massive lilies, but not at all like the ones you used to have on your kitchen table. These had petals that were a striking deep pink in the center that were encircled by a lighter shade of pink that eventually faded into white at the edges. Each petal also had a beautiful freckled pattern on them that was an almost mauve in color. Their scent was intoxicating. Within only a few seconds, the entire lobby smelled like a field of them. You see a small note attached to the neck of the vase by some string.

Stargazer lilies for my estrella -Frankie

“Wow, someone must really like you.”

“Do you really think so?” You poke your head around the bouquet to look at the woman seated across from you. “It’s still the early stage, the very early stage, for me and this guy.” Your cheeks already hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“By the looks of that arrangement I would definitely say so. What’s the occasion? Anniversary? Birthday?”

“Nothing like that.” You feel a mix of bashfulness and pride talking about Frankie. “We weren’t able to see each other this evening because of a work meeting he has to go to every Tuesday. He sent these to make up for it.”

“That’s so sweet! Who’s the lucky guy?”

Before you have a chance to answer, Benny walks into the lobby, but is stopped in his tracks by the newest addition to your desk.

“Did Fish send those?!”

“Yeah, he did.” You blush under his surprise.

“I’ve never seen him act like this over someone before and I’ve known him for a long time.” Benny looks at you with genuine gratefulness in his eyes as he comes around to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge. “I fully support whatever is going on between the two of you.” He gives the top of your head a quick kiss before he rounds the brick wall again.

“Fish?” The woman has a strange look on her face.

“Oh! It’s just a nickname of sorts that his friends have for him.”

“Interesting.” She beams as she comes up to hand you her finished paperwork.

“It was nice to talk with you,” You glance down at what she wrote. “Georgina!”

“I enjoyed it too! I’m sure I’ll see you around!”

You sit back down in your chair and, unfortunately, you miss her pulling out her phone and dialing a number because you’re busy sending Frankie a thank you text for sending you flowers that look like he plucked them out of the night sky.

“You will never guess what just happened!” Georgina squeals into her speaker.

“Spit it out, George!” A woman barks on the other end.

“I was just at Brass Knuckles, right? Getting a membership like you asked to do? When I was signing up this delivery guy came in holding this gigantic vase of flowers for the new receptionist.”

“Why the fuck would that concern me?”

“It should concern you because they were from Frankie, Rochelle.”

“Did she say that explicitly?” Her tone has gone from mild annoyance to full blown anger.

“That guy Benny did. The one that runs the gym? He called him ‘fish’. That’s Frankie, right?” When Rochelle doesn’t answer right away, she presses on. “I thought the two of you were going to rekindle the relationship or something?”

“He never gave me a straightforward answer.” She grumbles. “Now I know why. George, I think it’s time that I had a little heart-to-heart with Frankie.”

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Reunite

Path 4: Respect

(Chapter Select)

Voice of the Hero:

Ah, are you okay? That one looked like it hurt.

You are sore, but not in your chest, for some reason. Usually the pain goes away, but something is different.

The rest is as familiar as it usually is; meaning vaguely. The cabin is made of wood again, but not lumber as it had been, but logs, or perhaps roots. There is no table this time, but a tree's cut stump, holding out the knife-shaped echo for you to take.

"We should take it, right?"

Voice of the Hero:

Well... Yeah. In case you need to fight something. And, y'know. Once it's over.

You're not sure why you hesitate, but it passes. You grab the shadow of the blade. It's as formless as ever.

The need for a second opinion continues to make you second guess yourself.

Voice of the Hero:

Are you sure you're alright? You know I can feel how unsure you are?

You shake away the doubt, and continue to inspect the cabin. It is dusty, but still warm. It's almost hospitable.

The door is warped and made of twisting wood. Not very practical, but it does look interesting. There is a woody squeal as it pulls open.

Your descent is practically pleasant. the walls are made of vertical, distorted logs of wood. Overhead, there are clumps of white flowers that grow downwards. The floor, however, is barely a staircase at all. it's just twisted roots at an incline that give you difficulty as you make your way down.

You reach the bottom. The voice in your head knows to keep quiet now.

The basement is beautiful. Hanging flowers litter the ceiling, and every corner has a bush of a different blossom. The floor is a bed of soft moss, comforting your every step with cooling greenery.

At the far end sits something small. If it stood, the top of its head would be at your mid-thigh. You can barely make it out from where you are. You see the chain protruding from the wall, and big, buggy eyes staring up at you, sizing you up.

Hello there!

Not sensing immediate danger, you walk closer. You can inspect it now.

It's a little... creature. It is person-shaped; a head, two pinkish legs, a pair of hooves. Any chest or arms are hidden under an orange cloak. It has horns bent as far back as possible along the contour of is head. A smile welcomes you, and it stands. Its chain is proportionate to its size; it sounds like twinkling as it shifts.

Voice of the Hero:

It's kind of... cute.

Its big eyes go wider after the Voice speaks, but its warm expression doesn't fall.

Thank you! Are you here to let me out?

You nod and return the Being's smile.

Voice of the Hero:

This one is actually going to be simple! It's a welcome change after everything we've gone through.

You start forward.

You trip on an exposed root. You grunt as you hit the floor, and the echo flies from your hand, stopping a few feet in front of you.

Oh, watch your step.

It turns its gaze down to the echo, the smile now a lip curled in worry. It tilts its head, and it blinks, not looking away.

What did you need that thing for anyway?

You bring yourself back to your feet, but don't immediately grab for the blade, not feeling the need to.

"Don't worry, it isn't for you."

It looks at you with a doubting smirk.

Who's it for, then. You?

You shrug.

Voice of the Hero:

Kind of.

You close the gap between the two of you. It really is quite small. Its eager grin is rather endearing, staring up at you.

You reach down for the clamp around its neck. The creature watches your hand approach it with excitement in its eyes.

Your hand brushes the steel of the clamp... And nothing happens.

Voice of the Hero:

Oh, it just couldn't be that easy.

What are you doing? Where's the key?

Voice of the Hero:

We don't have the key.

"Did you think I was what locked you here?"

I...

It starts, but stops itself. It's eyes squint, and it gives you a quick once-over.

Of course not.

"We'll just have to break the chains as they are."

Voice of the Hero:

Sorry about that. We thought we had this down by now, but, maybe something's off.

Sure. I've waited this long.

You inspect the chain as the Voice continues to converse with the Being.

Voice of the Hero:

How long have you waited?

It tilts its head, grinning again.

I'm not sure. I wouldn't know how I'd count time down here. I know it's been a while, though.

You tug at the chain. It doesn't seem as strong or impenetrable as the others.

"I can't get the clamp off, but i can probably break it at a weak point. Is that okay?"

I don't mind. Anything but attached is good enough.

You retrieve the echo for brute-forcing the chain. The creature's wide eyes never leave you.

Your hand on the hilt, you kneel down and hit the thin chain once, then twice. One of the links cracks, and you free the Being from the wall.

It steps away from where you cut the chain, now between you and the stairs at the end of the room, grinning brightly as it eyes the damaged link.

Finally.

Its smile doesn't fall. A set of transluscent, veiny wings emerge from behind it, completely hidden until now. They begin to flutter, and the Being starts to float.

Voice of the Hero:

Woah. Where'd he get those from?

Thank you for letting me out.

Its eyes are now at the height of your own. Its cloak billows, and its gaze is locked on you.

From beneath the cloak, the Being pulls out a longsword. It is small to fit the size of the creature, the same as the chain, but it is long, tapered, and much more physical than your echo. You feel a rush of panic. The smile the Being has worn this entire time suddenly feels sinister.

You did wonderfully. I did love your blind trust. But now, I am in charge.

It swings its sword out, and across.

There is a stinging pain across every inch of your body. Your teeth clench, and it feels like you are being stabbed by millions of needles. The pain is searing.

It ends after a moment, but you remain sore. You fall to your knees, your bones creaking as you do so. At your side, the other you has been separated again, and continues to stand when you could not. It breathes heavily.

The Hero:

That... That one was the worst... Hell...

I freed you, thing. You're welcome.

The Hero:

We freed you first! Why are you doing this?

You only broke my chain.

It swings its sword again. You watch vines pull from the mossy floor and wrap around the Other. He is now trapped, and you can see how tightly he is held in place. Your heart aches at this; this place isn't nice anymore. You don't want to be at the whims of this creature.

This place is beautiful by my hand alone. It is grateful, and it respects me. I don't know what you were playing at before, but I know you put me down here, even if your guilt has erased the memory. I'm not letting you walk all over me or another being again.

Its sword swishes upward. A vine shoots up in front of you, grabbing and wrapping around your neck, keeping you on your knees.

You see that? This cabin listens to me, it bends to my will. I am respected here. I don't care that you broke that pathetic chain, I've always been in charge here. Maybe I should thank you for putting me here, giving me the opportunity to gain so much power.

The Hero:

What about me? I never hurt you. You're hurting me, though. I'm not too eager to listen to something that hurts me for no reason.

Something lashes, and there is a splitting pain that washes across your back. You look at the Other, who sees you hurt, and wears distress on its face. The Being approaches him, and they lock eyes.

You're siding with him. Even if you're like me, the friend of my enemy is my enemy. Either way, you'd just be another follower.

Through its monologue, you devise a plan. You know it is ridiculous, and that is what makes you think it will work. Though your neck is bound, you strain out your words.

"You talk a lot."

You look up, and the creature has turned to squint at you. Its cruel smile is still adorning its face.

My words have more meaning than you ever will. You have no room to look down on me when you are on the floor.

"Kill me, then. I don't care to listen to some fae."

Another sharp strike at your back. You can't even turn to see it. The soreness only worsens, but you know you're having an effect. The smile crawls off of its face.

I am not some silly fae. Nature itself is moved by my hand; I'm closer to a god than anything!

The Hero:

Big deal. I, for one, am not going to worship a god like you.

But you admit I am a god. I don't need your worship. Fear is enough.

The Hero:

Just look at yourself. That chain around your little neck? You can't even break it. Can you even do anything?

You blasphemer. I could squeeze the light out of your eyes this very moment.

"Why haven't you?"

You ask. Not defiant or pushing for a fight. You look into the Being's eyes.

What is a god without followers? If I have to break you the way I broke this cabin, I will. I have the power to, now.

"We can be more than followers and their cruel god. We can be something better."

It sneers at you, and another slash hits your back.

Even if you could offer me something better than what I have, I wouldn't take anything you give me. I'm wise to what you are and what you're willing to do.

You see the Other struggling.

"We want to be friends."

The Hero:

Equals. Not hurting each other. That's all we want.

The Being turns its back and floats a few feet further from you. You can no longer see its face, but the grip it has on its sword has visibly tightened.

"Equals." As if you could ever be on my level. I'd never stoop to that. I love what I am now.

"I don't."

With a groan of disgust, the creature swings its sword to the side. The vine around your neck rapidly pulls your head to the floor, your cheek flush against the moss. You continue, now muffled by the floor, and strained through the strangulation of the plant holding you.

"You hurting me won't change that. I don't love a god that doesn't love me. I won't respect a god that doesn't respect me."

And what would you respect? The creature you trapped down here in the beginning?

Its voice is manic. Angry. Frantic. You can't see it, the way your head is now, but it is facing you.

The Hero:

If you were a true god, you'd know he didn't put you down here.

You... Even if.... AUGH!

The vine around your neck loosens. You raise your head to see the Being slowly drifting towards the ground. Its face is contorted in pain and stress. The Other is also released from the plants' hold. The Being speaks, emphasizing every word.

You hurt me. I fixed myself. All I've known is waiting for you to come back, so I could enact my revenge. I made it through eternity daydreaming about all the ways I'd stab you in the back. It was my comfort.

It hangs its head, eyes closed. You two sit on the ground in silence.

I didn't expect you to just... Be an ass about it.

"What else would have worked?"

Its eyes open slowly, but it doesn't look at you, fixated on the floor in front of it. After contemplating, it laughs dryly.

A quiet fluttering forms a flurry of feathers, swarming the creature. The size of it grows, now returning to something you-sized. The chain that had remained around its neck falls to the moss with a thunk.

The new version comes into view, and you find that it is rather pretty. Its feathers are sleek and long. Its scales seem to glitter. With a vacant expression, it looks down at its hand, where its sword once was, but has left with the feathers. It has no power over you, or anything, now.

It looks at you, then at the other you, then back at you again. It gives you an awkward half-smile.

The Opportunist:

Ah... No, um... hard feelings?

You take in a deep breath, and then lean in, wrapping your arms around it in a hug. It flinches as you do so, and you know it is scared of you and your clear ability to stab it in the back. Though, it hugs you back after a breath, tightly.

He has hurt you, but he has been hurt. He feels that you hurt him. You can't just tell him that you haven't. If it was a cycle, it is now broken.

Clawed fingers gripping at your feathers, not wanting to let go, mean the world right now.

The Opportunist:

I'm sorry. You...

"I am too. I don't know why everyone tells me things I don't remember doing, but I'm hoping I can make amends for all the pain that you've been through."

The Opportunist:

But you really didn't do it. There isn't guilt in your conscience. You're only sympathy.

Your hug ends, but you hold his hands in your own. The Other approaches the two of you.

The Hero:

He has been doing pretty good about it. We don't know how you all have ended up trapped in different-but-still-similar-and-vaguely-familiar basements, but we're fixing things.

The new one looks down at where you two touch. It smiles sadly, but there is contentedness in its gaze.

The Opportunist:

You have to go, then, don't you? I doubt I have been saved for last. You've got other delusional freaks to break out.

You nod. With its hands in yours, you rise to your feet, bringing it with you.

The Hero:

I'll still be here with you, if that makes you feel any better.

The Opportunist:

Only if you can learn to deal with me.

It's almost a joke. You reach down and pick up the echo. Your joints still creak with soreness. You feel the form of it coming into reality as you hand it to the Other.

The Opportunist:

So, he has to do it? ... I hope you don't mind if I look away.

The Hero:

I don't blame you.

The new one does turn its back to you, and the gesture of trust doesn't mean nothing. You feel pride in its growth.

The Hero:

You ready to go?

You let out a breath, and look into his eyes. He is proud of you, too.

He has more to say, but no way to say it with a blade in his hands. He raises it, and it stabs your heart once again. He winces, feeling guilty even still.

The Opportunist:

Until we meet again.

The Hero:

Yeah. What he said.

You want to reach out and comfort the Other, but your strength quickly saps. You fall to the moss-covered floor, and it's almost nice.

If you could, you'd laugh.

Everything goes dark.

#not to toot my own horn #but im in tears #stp #stp voices #the voices #slay the princess #stp fanfic #stp fanart #fanfic #voice of the hero #Howdy! Im Oppy! Oppy the Poppy!

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heresthestorymorningglory · 6 months

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Under Your Spell - Part 1

A/N: Hi my darlings 🧡 Happy Spooky Day 👻 I've had Dead Man's Bones (iykyk) on a loop today; it is in fact my Christmas and my gift to you is a 4 part Driver series Approach with caution; as per usual it's an 18+ NSFW but on top of that this one has a stalker warning, some voyeurism and also got a tad violent. it's not TOTALLY Dead Dove, Don't Eat but it toes that line, so if that's not for you, just don't okay?

I can't post without giving credit where credit is due; this thing took on a life of it's own and if it weren't for @ken-dom and @travelerwashere it wouldn't be what it is; I can't thank you both enough for your constant support and inspiration (at all hours of the night) and keeping me from spiraling down the anxiety rabbit hole you both know I tend to lose myself in <3

Title credit goes to my fellow Goosecord compadre @webbo0, that tripped me up more than usual this go 'round

ANYWAY; Enjoy my loves 🧡👻

Edit: I also have to add (because I know you're here and the tag on a reblog made me howl)

If you know me irl and you saw this....No. You didn't. (You know who you are and I love you for your support ;) <3 but no you didn't)

Pairing: Driver x Reader (18+ NSFW)

He knew he shouldn't be, it was wrong, but you made it so easy….

You followed your routine like clockwork; you didn't live the most exciting life, work, home, and back again most nights. You lived alone, no boyfriend…a couple of friends, but even they seemed few and far in between.

He tried not to pay you any mind….at first…

But then he would catch glimpses of you late at night, a silhouette against a curtain that almost gave away your secrets as you pulled your shirt over your head, stepped out of your pants, unhooking your bra…you tease.

He bit down on his lip, cock twitching between his legs, threatening to make his already snug jeans unbearable.

He stood cloaked in the darkness of his own house, not wanting to draw attention to himself so lights stayed out, watching as your shadow disappeared and reappeared in front of the window.

The thought of you strutting around your house naked was enough to make him moan out loud.

A gloved hand wandering to the front of his pants, popping the button open, giving him only the slightest bit of relief.

You had moved back in front of the window…taunting him.

Fingers curling around his hardening shaft, squeezing a little harder than intended, breathing hard through his nose.

God, what he wouldn't give to just-

He groaned, bracing against the wall, fingers curling against the plaster as his other hand was coated in his release.

He stood up straight mindful to peel off the soiled glove before tucking himself back in his jeans.

A quick glance and your window was dark, you had gone to bed.

He let out a sigh, alleviated but not satisfied. He wondered if he'd ever be satisfied and scoffed rolling his eyes. Of course he would be….one day…you would satisfy him…and even better, he would satisfy you.

One day, soon; You would writhe under him, beg him for more, harder, faster. But until then…this would have to do.

For weeks he watched you come and go. You were a vision, especially on the days when you didn't try at all…

Today you had dressed in a snug v neck sweater and an even more snug pair of jeans. He watched from the front window as you climbed in the passenger seat of a sleek red Cadillac; from his vantage point, he couldn't tell if the driver was a male or female but it didn't matter, he'd had other plans today…

As soon as the car disappeared around the corner he pulled on his gloves and slipped out the back door to avoid attention.

Getting into your backyard was easy enough, there was a small gate that connected your house to his….a smart addition by the previous owner if he did say so…

Your back patio door wasn't exactly hidden from view of the neighbours, but the lock popped easier than the deadbolt on the front door.

You didn't have an alarm system, this neighborhood had a reputation for being "safe". You had mentioned as much to him in passing once. He had told you he thought a security system would still be a good idea since you had lived alone, and you had just shrugged.

You obviously hadn't taken his advice, so he had needed to protect you. Keep you safe.

The door slid open with ease as he pushed around the curtain, sliding it closed again.

The house was quiet. He glanced around, slowly making his way deeper into the living room. It was simple, but had your personal touches everywhere. Photos, books, knickknacks.

Your laptop and a half eaten bagel sat on the coffee table next to what he assumed was a journal.

The laptop would tell him things but a quick tap of the spacebar and it asked for a password. So you protected some things. The journal would surely be more telling anyway.

He picked up the leatherbound book, flipping open the black cover and skimming the words…it was a gratitude journal and you wrote in it, every day, religiously.

Each page has relatively the same prompt for each day, forcing you to choose one thing you had been grateful for, what you were excited for on that particular day, a thought provoking prompt, sometimes two and an evening reflection section.

Out of curiosity, he flipped to the page marked with a piece of ribbon and you had written today's date.

Jesus…even your penmanship was beautiful. Meticulously crafted loops, one flowing seamlessly into the other.

But the rest of the page was blank.

He sat on your small couch, flipping through the pages, filled with your beautiful scrawls. Page after page letting him in on your most intimate details.

Your favourite books, your favourite meal, your favourite time of year. Everything he ever needed to know was in the palm of his hands.

Then something caught his attention "the neighbour"

Did you mean him? No. You couldn't.

His eyes scanned the page again and sure enough he hadn't read what he wanted to read, right there in ink were the words the hot neighbour

He stared at the words on the page waiting to wake up from the dream he was certain he had drifted off into.

But he didn't wake up, he was awake. This was real.

He cautioned flipping through a few more pages, looking for any mention of him. You couldn’t have meant him…that would just be too serendipitous.

Something else caught his attention though. A prompt that read 'What is your favourite feeling'

You had written three simple words. The pink panties

He was curious what this pair in particular felt like…

He put the journal back, pulling himself up from the couch and wandered through the kitchen and towards the front of your house where your bedroom would be.

You lived in a little bungalow, like the rest of the neighborhood, one of your bedroom windows faced out towards the road, the other….faced his house.

You lived a simple life he’d noted, it seemed like you weren’t much for the flashy expensive things on the surface. Your bedroom was like you, elegant, soft, simple colours. Your vanity stood against one wall, your desk and bed against the other….made…you were neat…mostly. Your closet door had been left slid open; everything from dresses to sweaters hanging neatly, save for the top that had been thrown on your bed, he assumed you’d decided to change your wardrobe at the last minute.

Next to your vanity stood a small chest of drawers, again, curiosity getting the better of him…and that journal entry fresh at the front of his mind,

He pulled open the top drawer, as he suspected, much like the rest of western civilization, that’s where you kept your socks and underwear.

Most of them were exactly what he expected, comfortable and classy, but you also had a few pairs he could only assume you didn’t wear on your Monday to Friday…at least not regularly. Then he saw them…the pink ones. The ones worthy of a journal entry.

He slipped a hand out of his leather driving glove, pulling them free from the pile; the fabric gliding smoothly between his bare fingers.

The moan that had formed deep in the back of his throat seemed too loud in contrast to your quiet house. The thought of being in such close proximity to something that had touched you so intimately, the thought of holding it in his own hand, feeling it against his own skin.

He let out a slow breath as his cock quivered between his legs, he closed his eyes, trying to will the pressure to subside.

When it became abundantly clear willpower wasn’t going to do it and this…issue…was something that was going to have to be dealt with and now, he opened his eyes, only to realize he had crumpled that buttery smooth pink piece of attire into a tight fist.

He hadn’t really meant to, but he’d sat on the edge of your neatly made bed, fingers hastily working open a button and a zipper before his aching cock sprang free.

He stopped, only briefly, examining the silky fabric as he moved it between his fingers; he wanted to know what it felt like.

It must have been good, if it was worth writing about….

And before the rational part of his brain could make sense of the situation he’d suddenly found himself in, his hand had wrapped itself, and your underwear around his hard shaft; they felt like heaven.

He fucked his hand relentlessly, completely losing himself in the sensation of the almost too smooth garment that enveloped him. His breathing was short and ragged, as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Then, in what he could only assume was record time, he came; Hard, and fast, your underwear drenched in his release.

His heartbeat thudding in his ears subsided as the rhythm returned to normal and reality filled in the haze around him.

He tucked himself back into his pants and got to his feet fastening the button as he heard the unmistakable metallic clink of keys at your front door. Your keys.

His heart skipped a beat as he dropped to the floor and slid under your bed just as the sunlight spilled into the hallway through the open door.

His heart slammed in his chest against the floor as he watched the hallway intently, your leather clad boots appearing in the doorway.

He slowed his breathing, convinced it wouldn't matter because you would hear his heart pounding against the floorboards

The bed creaked over his head, sinking as you sat, unzipping your boots, dropping them on the floor.

You were close enough to reach out and touch, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from doing it.

Then the open drawer on your dresser caught his attention. The drawer he had left open. Your damp underwear still balled in his fist. Maybe you wouldn't notice.

He watched from his place under your bed as you went to the dresser, pushing the top drawer closed and pulling open the middle drawer, fishing out a t-shirt. You shed your sweater, dropping it to your feet, standing in your jeans and bra, barefoot. Your back was to him, but your reflection in your vanity showed off the soft pink lace cupping your soft supple breasts. God, what he wouldn't give to touch them, kiss them.

He let out a slow breath trying to keep himself under control. You closed the drawer and pulled the t-shirt on before checking your reflection in the mirror and disappearing down the hall.

He waited, until he was certain you weren't coming back, hearing you clink dishes in the kitchen.

He slid out from under the bed and quickly got to his feet; he thought seriously about keeping those coveted pink panties…if only just to clean them. He didn’t have time to think about it, instead, he slipped them behind your pillows between the mattress and the wall.

He tiptoed towards the door, listening intently to you at the other end of the house, for any indication you would find him in a very compromising position. A loud crash echoed from the kitchen and a frustrated “Fuck” drifted down the hallway.

He wanted so badly to help, he hoped you hadn’t hurt yourself; but took advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself and slipped out the front door, pulling it closed as carefully and quietly as he could manage.

The days that followed were near agonizing, it took everything in him not to rush back into your house every time you left to deal with what he had left behind in a rush. He wondered if you had noticed them missing…

Although, knowing he could, just made the temptation to do so that much worse. He watched you go to bed night after night and every cell in his body burned with desire, just at the thought that you hadn’t had any idea.

Before the week was out, he found himself standing in your bedroom once again. Your journal sat on your nightstand, bed unmade this time; you had rearranged your furniture, your bed was in the same place, but your vanity and desk now sat on the same wall, facing out the window that looked into his bedroom. The chest of drawers you had moved to the opposite wall as your bed.

If your bed hadn’t moved, that meant… moving swiftly across your room, right where he’d left them, still dirty, were your pink panties.

He tucked them back safely, he wasn’t going to be caught off guard this time if you happened to come home early. Instead, he sat on your bed, and thumbed through your journal, learning everything he could about you that you’d shared.

He flipped the pages to the beginning of the week to see what you had filled in on that particular day. Nothing overly interesting unfortunately, but fortunately also no mention of him. He had gotten away with it.

#ryan gosling #drive 2011 #driver x reader #n sfw

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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hii! love ur stories!! can u please do touchstarved!reader with eddie and is too afraid to show affection because of some stuff in the past? thank uuu

warnings: mentions of some trauma, thats it but please tell me if missed something

pairing: eddie munson x reader

a/n: i’m actually done i had a much better version written and i forgot to save and all my work was gone and now you’re left with this awful piece. i’m sorry :(

you weren’t really an affectionate person. never have been anyway. not after the things that have happened to you in the past

you had never received any affection. it was slays the opposite, and now you were just used to it. used to the feeling of never being loved, the feeling of never being good enough, the feeling of pure pain

when eddie came around, he wanted to give you all the love in the world. but you never gave him any, and never accepted it either.

eddie noticed it, but never pushed. because ever since he’s met you, he knew something was there

something that happened, something that caused you to push everything deep down, and now it was just numbness

the first point

the first was the time where it was your two month anniversary, you had given eddje a hug. he was taken aback but took it anyway. it was only a second long, just a short one, since you didn’t have it in you to do anything more

eddie wanted to do desperately give you all his love, and you wanted it, you craved it. but you were too scared, thinking it was gonna go away as soon as you had it, or that it was some trick

the second point

the second was on his birthday, you held his hand all day, eddie was stunned but was happy either way. it was quite odd, something as simple as a touch a of a hand meant so much to you. and made eddje so happy

you couldn’t do any more than that. maybe a little short praises, but not yet. you couldn’t. you couldn’t break down your barriers and risk it all just yet.

the breaking point

it was your birthday this time. you were more quiet than usual. eddie didn’t try anything this time, it was your day, and he would never wish to make you feel uncomfortable.

when your friends left, it was just you and him, he talked to you as usual. and you just stared. he looked at you, and before he knew it. you practically jumped into his arms

eddje was confused, concerned even. but hugged you back, it wasn’t short this time. it was along and fulfilling. you then realized it, you finally had the love and affection you so badly needed your entire life

right there on the spot, you sobbed in his arms. eddie rubbed your back in comfort, and praised you, saying things like ‘it’s okay, i’m here. i promise i’m right here”

“please don’t leave me” you cried out as you hugged him tighter, and his heart ached at your words. how can such a sweet girl have so much pain inside?

“i’m here, i’m here, i’m not leaving baby”

after a while of him calming you. you spoke up, and told him what had happened in the past. and he listened, he didn’t walk away, he listened and his whole body physically hurt

eddie wanted to shower you with all the love he has inside until he dies. because he couldn’t bare to leave you hurting again.

once you finally had the touch you craved, you needed more. ever since then, you never had one day go by without you touching eddie, clinging onto him, loving him just as he loved you

eddie loved you, and he was going to make sure that the bright girl that was hidden inside, comes out into the light without ever leaving again

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie my love <3

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imtrashraccoon · 5 months

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Well here we are... The grand finale. Fair warning, this took me most of the day to write and is just under 4,000 words. It is rougher than I prefer but I am ultimately happy with it.

@scrambledmeggys Thank you so much for the prompt list! I had an absolute blast coming up with creative ways to spin them.

First Day, Previous Day, & Bonus One.

Day 30: Souls

Unfortunately, you had to travel through the MTT resort in order to get through the Core and then to the castle. You didn't think it would be so bad, so long as Mettaton himself wasn't there... Except, of course, he was waiting for you in the lobby.

The robot was rolling back in forth in front of the pair of double doors that lead into the Core. He had one set of his arms crossed while the other pair hung limply by his sides, giving off the picture of dejectedness but also impatience. There was no way past him without having a conversation, although notably there didn't seem to be anyone else in the rest of the lobby, not even the receptionist.

Both Papyrus and Sans seemed slightly irritated to see the robot but they didn't voice their annoyance out loud. They also understood that the only way past was to actually talk to the robot.

Mettaton looked up when you approached and you mentally prepared yourself to have to deal with his dramatics. It didn't help that your first meeting had gone just about as poorly as was possible. But, he didn't say anything at first and actually seemed...upset?

"So you made it past the ambush afterall," he commented. His voice was slightly quieter than usual but it still had that harsh, robotic quality to it.

When Papyrus merely crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath, Mettaton sighed and ran a hand over his LCD screen. "I suppose I should first apologize for how our previous encounter ended. I understand I was out of line and my questions were rather inconsiderate. So, I am sorry, to both you and Papyrus."

You nodded slowly, "I accept your apology but a simple sorry doesn't make us friends. I am not against being friends by any means, but you'll have to forgive me for not immediately forgetting all of what you said."

"And you shouldn't. What I did was completely selfish and I can see now that it had farther reaching consquences than I had ever intended..."

"What The Hell?!" Papyrus growled and took a step forward in a threatening manner. "You Were The One Who Told The King?!"

Mettaton held up his hands and backed away slightly. "It wasn't my original intention... All I did was briefly feature you two on my gossip show. I really didn't mean for the King himself to notice, especially with how well you'd been staying hidden."

Papyrus clenched his fists so tightly, you could audibly hear his leather gloves squeak in protest. "You Did Enough... Do Not Think I Was Bluffing Either, You Walking Piece Of Scrap!"

Mettaton seemed to hang his head, even if it was basically impossible with how his body was so rectangle shaped, and let out a robotic sigh. "Again, I am sorry..." he muttered. "If you'll let me try, I will do anything to make amends."

Your ears picked up at the sound of that and you moved to stand next to Papyrus. Putting a gentle hand on his arm, you smiled up at him sweetly before turning to address the robot again.

"Anything? What exactly can you do to make up for everything at this point?" you asked calmly.

Mettaton seemed to perk up slightly and he rolled forward again. "If you are to have any luck with convincing the King to make peace with the humans, your chances will be more likely to succeed if public opinion of you is positive. Alphys has already agreed to help me with finding the needed footage, but I am asking for your permission to address the rest of Monsterkind on your behalf."

"That's...actually really helpful of you. I'd appreciate it if you would as we could use all the help we can get right now."

Before either Papyrus or Sans could protest, Mettaton snapped his fingers and seemingly out of nowhere, at least a dozen monsters appeared. They all carried various pieces of sound or recording equipment and you realized Mettaton must have been serious if he had had an entire film crew already waiting.

"Thank you, darling. I won't let you down again." Turning to the crew, Mettaton's voice returned to his usual volume. "We're up next folks! Get ready for a special announcement, we go live in one minute!"

While the film crew began bustling around setting everything up, you and the brothers took the opportunity to leave while everyone was distracted. As soon as you'd gone through the double doors, the chatter from the monsters faded and was replaced by a consistent low humming sound. The air felt almost charged with energy and you now knew that this was the Core - the source of all power in the Underground.

You weren't here for sight seeing though, as much as you would've liked to tour the facility and see how it worked. That would have to be for another day, provided everything went well with the King and breaking the barrier anyways.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You had only heard evil things about the King so far. He had been the ruler of Monsterkind before even the Great War that had sealed them away down here. While he'd always ruled with an iron fist, he'd apparently only grown crueler after both the loss of his children and then his wife leaving him. In his rage, he'd declared war on Humanity and mandated that all humans who entered the Underground were to be killed and their souls captured. His original intention had been to break the barrier and wage war until every last human was dead.

But, you were also hopeful. It had been several decades since the last human soul was captured and it seemed that many Monsters had grown tired of the one-sided conflict. With a little luck, you might be able to make a good case for why the war should end. You had your friends behind you as well, which helped ease your nerves a little.

You'd finally reached the Last Corridor and you felt ready to face the King. A bit of a somber mood had settled over the group by this point and rather than continuing onwards, Sans paused for a moment at the end of the hallway.

"Is something wrong?" you asked quietly.

He shook his skull and turned to look at you properly. "nah, i was just thinkin' is all. things could've turned out a lot different, but i'm glad we took the time to get to know you and the kid." His permanent smile widened and you smiled at him in return.

Papyrus nodded soberly, "Agreed, I Regret Nothing, Save That I Wish We Could Have Met Under Different Circumstances."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Maybe, although I'm glad it turned out this way. I've learned so much this last year and I don't regret a thing."

"Me neither. It was scary at first but I can't remember ever having this much fun! I love all of you," Frisk signed. They smiled warmly at everyone and you nuzzled their head affectionately.

"I couldn't put it any better." Turning to the brothers, you smiled and asked, "Shall we go?"

They nodded and Papyrus put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to himself. You nearly lost your balance because you were still holding Frisk, but he held you steady. For a moment, he was silent and just gazed into your eyes like he was trying to remember this or maybe he was just debating whether he should kiss you or not.

You made the decision for him though and planted a quick kiss on his clavicle, even if you had to jump a little to do so. His zygomatic bones flushed a soft scarlet but he didn't seem embarrassed, just content. It was kind of reassuring to see actually, and you knew that no matter what happened next, you would make the right decision, together.

Just then, Undyne sprinted into the hallway and you were surprised to see that she was carrying Alphys under one arm. The fish lady jogged up to you before finally setting the poor scientist down.

"I told ya I'd catch up!" Undyne exclaimed. "Alphy wanted to come too, otherwise I would've met you at the resort, but, we're here now."

"I'm so glad you could make it!" You grinned and nearly went to hug her, but thought better of it as you were holding Frisk and didn't want to squish them.

Undyne cracked her neck and smacked her fist into her palm. "Alright, let's talk to this tyrant..." she growled.

< ~ - . - ~ >

When you all stepped into the throne room, King Asgore was sat on his throne and clearly had been waiting for your arrival. He certainly cut a very intimidating figure and at the same time looked exactly like what you'd pictured a Monster King to look like.

He had scruffy white fur, long black hair that cascaded over his neck, a matching well trimmed beard, and large pointy horns similar to bull's horns. His eyes were yellow but there was a ring of red around the black sclera. His overall appearance seemed similar to a goat, what with the long floppy ears and muzzle, although he did also have sharp fangs and claws. He wore a very intricate suit of gold plated armour with massive shoulder pauldrons and a long, flowing red cape. There was also a crown with numerous precious stones perched on his head.

He was quite evidently not happy to see you and his scowl deepened considerably. However, he didn't say anything at first and slowly rose to meet you.

"So, you've finally brought the human to me..."

His voice started low but carried a noticeable weight that demanded respect, almost like a distant rumble of thunder signalling an impending storm. You could see now for yourself why he was so feared and he'd only just started speaking.

He surveyed your group with a critical gaze, focusing on everyone individually before his eyes settled on you and Frisk. You refused to be intimidated and stared passively back, although you did hold Frisk a little closer. They leaned into you as well and wrapped their arms around your neck.

"What made you think I wouldn't notice your presence here?" he asked, although you were pretty sure the question was rhetorical and that he was basically mocking you. "Or that you could manipulate my own subjects into turning traitor?"

He finally took his eyes off of you and turned to address your friends again. "The leader of my army... My head scientist... You even managed to sink your disgusting talons into my executioner," he spat.

"Even now the public is being brainwashed by your pathetic lies... Freedom... True peace... Bah!" His sharp tone echoed throughout the vast room now. "Your kind lost the opportunity for peace the moment my own son turned to dust in my arms!" he thundered.

No one had said anything yet. Maybe it was because Asgore hadn't given them a chance to. Or maybe there simply was nothing to say. They had all become traitors, consequences be damned, because they all had come to care for you and Frisk.

Slow but steady footfalls sounded from behind and the King's scowl faltered for brief moment when he saw who it was.

"And that has become your downfall," a familiar voice hissed. "You became set in the past and refused to change. Violence won't bring you peace and it certainly won't bring our son back."

"Tori..." Asgore murmured and went to take a step forward, only to stop himself. He slowly turned to you again and leveled you with a look that could kill. "You even turned my own wife against me."

"No, you did this to yourself." Toriel moved to stand in between you and the King. While she was smaller than he was, she cut her own brand of intimidation and if you didn't know better, you'd say it was very effective.

You really should've realized she was the ex-queen once you learned she was missing, but with everything that had happened, you'd nearly forgotten meeting her. It made complete sense though and while you were definitely surprised to see her again, you were also incredibly grateful that she'd cared enough to help you.

She continued her statement, fully flexing her authority in this situation. "This is a coup, Asgore. We won't put up with your tyranny anymore. You can either continue to stand in our way or you can die like the pathetic coward that you are," she snarled.

You finally tore your eyes away from the King and looked over at your friends. He'd spoken like you were some sick mastermind who had planned all of this from the start. Truthfully, you hadn't meant to befriend several of the most important monsters in the Underground, it had just happened.

Seeing that your friends were willing to stand up against the most powerful monster in the entire Underground just for two humans, filled you with Determination.

You cleared your throat and took a small step forward to get Asgore's attention. "Your Highness, I must object to your previous statements about me. We never wanted to hurt any Monsters, in fact, they willingly chose to stand here today with us. Frisk and I want peace, for both humans and monsters. And to do that, we want to break the barrier so that your people can be free once again."

You sighed and glanced down at your feet before adding one more thing. "I am truly sorry about your son but he can't come back. You're allowed to grieve, but that doesn't mean you should make your people suffer the same as you. Please, let this cycle end..."

Papyrus put his hand on your shoulder and when you looked up at him, he smiled warmly down at you. There was clear pride in his scarlet eyelights and your soul swelled in response. You meant every word you'd said and even just the small act of doing so, well, it felt like everything had come full circle.

Asgore hung his head in silent defeat. After a tense moment, he let out a long sigh and turned away. "I can see when I'm outmatched..." he muttered. "Come, I will show you the barrier if that's what you really want."

You shared quiet glances with everyone before following the King through the castle. While everyone stayed close, Papyrus was especially so with you and his hand never left your shoulder. You really appreciated the tender gesture, even if you didn't say so out loud, but you had a feeling that there was no need. He definitely knew how you felt by now.

You hadn't known what to expect, but a white wall that seemed to stretch on forever, wasn't at all what you'd pictured the barrier to look like. It seemed to emit a low rumble that permeated your entire being or maybe that was just the sheer amount of magic coming off of it. This thing was clearly ancient and you couldn't help but feel a sense of morbid awe that humans had once been capable of something like this.

Seven glass cylinders rose out of an indent in the floor and your eyes widened at what they contained. Five multicolored small hearts floated passively in the tanks and for a moment, you almost forgot that these were human souls. They were so pretty and at times seemed to pulse with a strange energy. There was a light blue soul, an orange soul, a dark blue soul, a yellow soul, and a green soul in all, with the remaining two cylinders being empty.

Flowey popped out of the ground not far away from the souls and Frisk immediately scrambled to get down. You just about dropped them in their haste but thankfully didn't.

There was a shattering of glass and then the whole world went black.

< ~ - . - ~ >

Where am I?

Everywhere you could see was dark.

If you stared out into the darkness for too long, it only seemed to grow darker.

Yet darker.

Where is everyone?

You looked around for anything other than darkness and at first, you saw nothing. Rather, you heard something instead.

Someone was behind you and you could hear their breathing they were so close.

You whirled and came face to face with the last person you had expected.

It was the skeleton with the cracked face.

"You..."

His crooked smile widened slightly and he brought his hands up in front of his chest. "We meet again it seems..." he signed slowly.

"Yes... Where are we exactly?" you asked, glancing around again.

He waited until you looked back at him before answering. "This is the Void... How did you get here anyways?"

You shrugged, "I'm not sure actually. We were trying to break the barrier, but as soon as Flowey absorbed the human souls, everything went dark."

"Fascinating..." He scanned your body for a moment thoughtfully. "It seems your soul has been separated from your body... Not to worry, you are still very much alive..."

It was pretty awkward for a moment as you tried to process this and neither of you had anything to say.

"Wait..." You turned to the skeleton sharply which seemed to actually startle him. "Where's everyone else? Where's Frisk?"

He blinked before turning to look out into the Void. After concentrating for a few moments, he slowly signed, "They are safe... Your child is truely impressive... They are Determined to make sure everyone gets their happy ending..."

"That sounds like them..." You frowned slightly and added, "Wait, they're not..."

He turned sharply and cut you off. "Am I wrong? You certainly seem close...and they seem to regard you as their parent..." You didn't like the way he was smiling right now, as if he'd just discovered a juicy secret.

You were stunned and couldn't seem to respond. He seemed to take this as confirmation and chuckled, although it sounded incredibly rough like his voice had been damaged somehow.

"You humans are so interesting... You would rather live in denial than be honest with each other..."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "And who are you to judge?"

He still seemed rather amused if the twinkle in his vermillion eyelights was anything to go by. "My apologies... I forgot we hadn't been properly introduced..." Placing a hand on his chest, he bowed slightly. "I am Dr. W. D. Gaster, the first Royal Scientist... It is truely a pleasure to meet you sixth human..."

"Actually, you can just call me Rihanna, everyone else does," you corrected gently.

"Very well..." Gaster looked around at the Void for a moment. "I suspect we won't have much time to talk so I'd like to ask a favour of you..."

"What kind of favour?" you asked.

Gaster made eye contact with you again and signed, "Please, I am trapped in this place... If you could remember me and try to find someone who can help me get out of here... I would forever be in your debt..."

You nodded, "I will try my best."

Gaster was right and it happened without warning. One moment you were talking with him and the next, the Void began to splinter, similarly to what had happened in your nightmare. You had a feeling you were about to wake up and in desperation, you grabbed onto him.

He seemed surprised but didn't resist. "Frisk isn't the only one who wants everyone to have a happy ending!" you exclaimed. "Forgive me, but I have to try to help you too!"

The last thing you saw before everything went dark once again was a flash of multicolored light and then there was a deafening crack.

Very interesting...

< ~ - . - ~ >

You woke with a start.

The first thing you noticed was how weary you felt, like you'd been on your feet all day, and your head was pounding like you were about to get a migraine. The second thing you noticed was how bright everything was, although it was a warmer colour than the sheer white of the barrier.

Sunlight. That was sunlight!

Did that mean Flowey had succeeded?

You went to sit up but were stopped by Papyrus when he gently pressed against your chest with his hand. "Easy Precious, Everyone Is Safe," he whispered.

"Where's Frisk?" you asked hoarsely.

Papyrus pointed to Toriel, who was currently embracing a small child with similarly white fur, with Asgore standing nearby, both monsters noticeably had tears running down their cheeks. Frisk was standing close to the goat child, rubbing their back in a reassuring way.

You were still concerned but they seemed okay which you were glad to see. You could hold off on being a mama bear until later on...

Turning to Papyrus, you gave him a weak smile. "Are you okay?"

He chuckled and stroked your cheek affectionately. "I Have Felt Better But I Am Alright. There Is Nothing To Worry About," he assured you.

You held out your arms in a silent plea for a hug, which he granted without hesitation, pulling you into one of the fiercest hugs you'd had to date.

"I Was So Worried About You..." he murmured against your neck. "We Have A Lot To Talk About, Rihanna... And I Do Not Just Mean About What Comes Next."

"Did something happen?" you asked quietly.

He hesitated to answer at first. "Again, A Lot Of Things Happened, But Remember When I Asked If You Would Soul Bond With Me Before?"

You nodded against his collarbone, "I do..."

"During That Fight Earlier, I Am Pretty Sure Your Soul Tried To Initiate A Partial Bond With Mine..." Before you could freak out, he quickly added, "Do Not Worry, It Is A Good Sign That We Are More Compatible Than I Predicted. You Wanted To Protect Me And Your Soul Simply Acted."

"I'm sorry... This is a whole lot to take in right now. Can we come back to this, soon?"

"Of Course We Can," he hummed softly.

You sat there for several minutes longer, just holding each other and enjoying the closeness. Eventually though, the others began to group up again and you both decided to separate, for now anyways.

Sans approached you first but he hesitated and awkwardly rubbed the back of his skull. "so, uh, there's really no good way to put this..." he started to say. "but there's someone you should meet, paps." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and when your gaze followed the direction he'd indicated, you were shocked by who you saw.

Gaster had made it afterall. He was currently holding a conversation with Alphys, who seemed rather excited by how animated she was, while Undyne stood nearby watching him closely.

Papyrus frowned and shook his head. "Who Is He And What Is He Doing Here?"he grumbled. You hissed quietly when his grip tightened around you, almost painfully so. He quickly realized though and loosened his hold, shooting you an apologetic smile.

"I don't know him very well yet, but he was in the Void and we talked a little. So I guess I brought him back here? I don't know what really happened..." You tried to explain but the more you talked, the more confused even you became.

"We Apparently Have Much More To Discuss Than I Thought..." Papyrus mused thoughtfully.

Heya, Coon here!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this and come along on this month long journey with me. I appreciate it so much, whether you just liked it and moved on or reblogged and left comments. I've never had this many people enjoy my writing before and your support definitely encouraged me to keep going, even when I got stuck.

As you may have already guessed, I am not nearly done with this challenge fic. I will be making a couple of follow up bonus chapters based on ideas and prompts I didn't have time to explore fully. While the plot is mostly wrapped up, expect more from me in the next little while. Probably won't be every day though...this was mentally exhausting and I'll be taking things easier for a bit.

At least until whether I know if Owl_bones made a prompt list for Nightmare in January or not lol

Feel free to shoot me an ask about anything and everything. As my sister can testify, I love to info dump about my fics!

See you soon lovelies! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

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bepp-ers · 2 years

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Yandere Lucifer? At first hes normal and one day he just snaps. He starts to follow mc every where, demands hanging out with them all the time and refusing to let them hang out will everyone Else. Has killed multiple demons for them sometimes bring the colorful teeth and eyes as gift.

And mc absolutely loves it!

Could you write mc as gn? Thank you so much!!!

ahh, i used to hate Lucifer but these days i appreciate the character. not a personal favourite of mine but this prompt is interesting! thanks darling anon!! love ya! requests are open! <3

yandere! lucifer (Obey Me! SWD?) and a darling who adores his yandere tendencies.

You'd always been rather smitten with Lucifer.

Maybe it was his power. The way he could walk into a room and suffocate it with his mighty presence.

Perhaps it was his ego. A self-centred, arrogant prick who knew he was the best and utilised his smugness to it's full potential.

On the other hand, it could have been his kinder, brotherly side. Always there to scold his brothers, but always clean up after their mess and provide the support they needed.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the demon in him.

You'd never noticed, at first.

He cared for you under the instructions of Diavolo, sure, but you weren't close, right?

Sure. That's how it was. Until something changed.

He began shadowing you, appearing everywhere you went, always hidden, always lurking just over your shoulder.

He started to keep your attention on him, even going as far as to deny Diavolo's word to spend more time with you.

To most, it would have been terrifying.

To you, well, it was positively enchanting.

Soon, he decided to just keep you to himself.

He informed his brothers, and Diavolo, that he had scared you away. With a fake heart of sorrow, he vowed to never treat a human the same way again.

Little did everyone know, he had his own little pocket, in the House of Lamentation, just for you.

It was magic of the highest calibre - only he could enter and leave.

You were fine with it.

All you needed was Lucifer, after all. And you were never bored, even when he was gone.

He gave you everything.

Grimm? As much as you wanted.

Clothes? Only the best.

Games? Fresh off the shelves.

Food? Poultry to pastry, it was yours.

You wanted for nothing. He vowed to keep you safe, and keep you for eternity.

Eventually, these gifts began... changing.

It was a typical day. You were ecstatic, as usual, to hear the return of Lucifer, and jumped up to greet him.

"Lucifer!!! How was R.A.D??" He chuckled at your enthusiasm and sank into one of the lush armchairs, patting his lap.

You happily jumped on him, settling into his side.

"It was fine, as always. Diavolo was pleased with my progress, so he's giving me a free day tomorrow." "That's great!!!! I knew he'd like your work."

He ran a gloved hand over your back lovingly, and then produced something from his pocket, hiding it from your view.

"Close you eyes for a moment, love." You at once closed your eyes, and he pulled on your wrist, placing something in your smaller hand.

"Now, tell me what you think."

You at once stared at the object, trying to figure out what it was.

Round and glassy, with a gorgeous spiraling pattern in a smaller circle on the side.

"An eye ornament?" "Not just an ornament, pet. A real demon eye, just for you. Like it?"

For a moment you were silent, and Lucifer began to wonder whether he had made a mistake.

"Love?" "It's beautiful!!! I love it!! But, how did you get it?"

He chuckled.

"Do you remember the moron that wouldn't leave you alone on your first week? He won't be a problem anymore." You stared up at him with adoring eyes, truly touched.

He'd do that for you? Lucifer really was the best. And sure, maybe it was wrong. But you loved him.

And he loved you far more than you'd ever know.

That demon was not the first to go. And he wouldn't be the last.

#<3 #bepp-ers #obey me #yandere #obey me! shall we date?#yandere obey me #yandere lucifer #yandere obey me! shall we date?#yandere omswd #omswd #yandere x reader #yandere lucifer x reader

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inkpot909 · 11 months

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Can I get a Spike x raeder

The reader was kind with Spike and all but he didn't need a kid adult like in his team so he was always treating them like..idk "whatever" "ok." "Just leave me alone" and so on

But one day the reader gets in the way of a criminal taking the bullet for Spike and they say "thanks goodness you're ok" while bleeding out and Spike regrets it,he doesn't want them to go away,so he apologizes,saying that he needed them taht he would stop teasing them or treating them bad

They get together in the end :)

U can add as much angst as u want

A/n: Thank you thank you so much for the fun request! I feel awful for not being able to finish it for a while; getting caught up in personal matters. I appreciate the support and truly hope it was worth the wait. Have a lovely day; as well as all others reading. <3

Warning(s): Swearing; brief mentions of blood/canon-typical violence; light angst.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

It’s a dreadful thought lingering in the back of Spike Spiegel’s mind. Instead of pulling him away from them, fully in the present where he should be, a ricocheting gunshot nearly grazing across his shoulder only hammers the point home.

It seems that’s the route most bounties have gone down as of late. Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t even pretend to be surprised anymore. And usually, high-stakes entice him. But tonight was supposed to- no, it had to be different for safety’s sake. That much so was made very apparent.

What was originally meant to be a sneaky, difficult yet rewarding job, has mutated into a public gunfight taking place within a famously high-class bar. Having tracked the bounty to this location, things quickly went array upon the realization that most of the security in the building is in the palm of their hand. The bounty himself has presumably slipped away in the commotion, letting others take care of the dirty work for him.

The messiness of the situation has forced Spike and you both into a corner, desperately having to duck for cover. If it weren’t so tense- bullets flying in the air seemingly at every turn -Spike would almost laugh. It’s delightful (if not, a tad bit macabre) to see the place be wrecked to hell in a contextless vaccum. A handful of bodies are scattered across marble flooring along with broken tables and seats. By now, most innocent bystanders are either in hiding or found a way to flee the scene. Blood pouring onto the floor from bodies or light droplets from those still standing contrast heavily with a monochrome color scheme. It’s the kind of joint Spiegel usually wouldn’t ever think to step foot in; mingling with rich types isn’t exactly his cup of tea. On the flip side, maybe the owner at least has hope of being able to repair the mess themselves (a vain hope; as both him and you will most likely have to pay for property damage regardless of the owners funds).

Finding an opening to do so, Spike whirls his body around while swiftly reloading his revolver. Sticking his head up from behind the bar, he barely has enough time to understand the positions of those firing.

Just a few yards away from him on his left, you keep yourself hidden behind a table turned onto its side. Spike ducks below the bar once more, cursing underneath his breath. Blood is trickling down your right leg, clear signs of an injury. From what, exactly, eludes him for the time being.

The dark look on your face is unwavering, however. In fact, you’ve maintained a serious exterior for almost the entire night. It’s enough to put a hindrance on Spike’s breathing, albeit briefly. Such an intense presence doesn’t suit you at all.

You momentarily pull your attention from the action across the room, sensing someone’s eyes on you. Sure enough, you meet Spike’s gaze immediately. Nodding to one another, a beat comes and goes before the two of you move in tandem. Raising your guns, you both rise up quick enough to fire a shot or two.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

Crouching down, Spike stares at his feet. Despite holding his head low, his eyes give the impression that he’s looking at something far away. His lips press together in a thin line, letting out a long sigh. Jet’s going to have our heads for this, he expects.

Despite your cool front, you’d been as reckless and clumsy as ever (Spike’s words not yours). He had half a mind to blame you for the shootout, but even he has to admit he knows better than that. Although you fired the first shot, he might as well have done so himself via his own thick headedness. Just as Spike predicted would happen earlier the same day, you ended up hurt. However, he’d done just about everything his older companion told him not to, and here you are suffering the consequences along with him.

...

“Isn’t the whole point of this bounty to be discreet?” Spike muses, arms crossed. His expression is soured, and shoulders stiffened in defense. Sprawled out against the Bebop’s couch, he’s sat himself opposite of Jet. Well aware of how uncomfortably upright the yellow furniture is, his vegged out form is working to drive home a point more than anything else.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jet replies, voice gruff and short.

The younger man scoffs, raising his arms and gesturing to his right wildly. “Then why the hell-...” Spike pauses, rubbing his temple, “Then why… do you think I need to bring along Y/n? Surely it’d be better if I-”

“Because they work swiftly and are the most likely to keep you from inflicting your usual brand of collateral damage. I’d say they’ll do well to keep you from messing this up well enough.” Jet cuts him off casually.

“What? So they’re my babysitter? You know how they are- they’ll just get in the way.”

Jet bites back, “Spike, I swear this’ll go smoothly if you just accept their help. Don’t you dare think of going off on your own. The bounty’s got connections and has reportedly been on high alert since the price on his head increased. We don’t have all the details, but there’s enough to know it could get ugly. You’ll be kicking the bucket if you don’t get your head screwed on straight.”

“We both know the chance of that happening,” Spike huffs.

“Yeah, right… less likely than you admitting to yourself the real reason you get so high-strung about Y/n.”

The fluffy-haired man raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because you like them, but saying so must not be in vogue nowadays, so you tell yourself it’s just because they’re childish- or whatever made up reason it is this week.”

“They are childish.”

“And you aren’t?” Jet questions, “I’d think refusing to follow a well-informed decision just to avoid who you’re going to be working with is pretty immature.”

Silence follows, the moment thick with thought.

Making a face, Spike abruptly kicks his leg forward and smacks his foot against the side of Jet’s cute coffee table. He doesn’t even open his eyes at the booming, metallic sound. “As if a bright green racer with a goddamn flower plastered on the side of it won’t make us stick out everywhere we go!” Spike exclaims, clearly still hung up on Jet’s previous statement or sending him an implicit warning to shut his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but how many repairs have you needed on that obnoxiously red racer of yours in the past month!?” Jet snapped, finally looking his crewmate in the eye. “Y/n and you are the best choice for this sort of job. You’re going with them; end of story. The sooner you get the bounty the sooner you can come home sulking about it.”

Not twenty minutes later, Spike found himself begrudgingly walking next to you heading towards the Bebop’s garage. You maintain a youthful spring to your step, while he practically drags his feet on the floor following you.

“Hurry up, slow poke!” you jest, stopping in front of the garage door. Turning towards him, you tap your foot repeatedly as if you’re being forced to wait for him.

“Maybe you should start practicing blending into the shadows for when we land,” he suggests, moving past you, “You know… being unnoticeable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you giggle, “You’d miss out on what you like the most about me!”

Sneering, he responds non-committedly, “Yeah… sure.”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Spiegel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff, a playful edge to your tone, “C’mon… at least admit I’m more fun than Faye; that can’t possibly be difficult to voice out loud.”

“I’m not admitting shit,” he suddenly snaps, “I just want to get this done; I could really use that reward- so let’s go.”

Frowning, your gaze hesitates on his person as he turns on his heel and shuffles away. He moves with hasty steps towards his precious racer for extra measure.

Your shoulders fall, but his back is turned to you. And even if it wasn't, you are certain by now that it wouldn’t make a difference. The wall he’s built between the two of you is sturdy and unmoving, but hell if you haven’t tried your hand time and time again at tearing it down.

But unknown to you, his thoughts haven’t moved his attention away.

Select bounty missions notwithstanding, nothing ever seemed to truly wipe the smile from your face. Even then, most times you can keep a playful edge to your actions and attitude. Spike Spiegel hates that. It’s hypocritical, considering his own behavior at times, but logic is (apparently) irrelevant. Nothing ever seems to get to you either, and that’s the most frustrating. Nothing he ever says or does gets to you. From the tiniest comment to the very reasons behind Jet's latest stream of lectures- he hardly has witnessed you bat an eyelid at it all.

It’s not that he necessarily dislikes you as a whole, but something angry inside him bubbles over around you. Still fresh in the bounty hunter world, your attitude just appears… too naïve. The feeling you fill him with is foreign, and why someone ‘so simple’ can get his mind racing is beyond him. Within the dim lighting the Bebop offers, barely reaching the inside of his racer, Spike has long been so sure you’d never find common footing he doesn’t even consider it an assumption anymore.

...

Amidst his thoughts, the two of you manage to shave the number of shooters down by a considerable amount.

Still eager to be done with the case (even if it means coming back empty handed at this rate), Spike takes the opportunity to fully rush away from behind the bar completely. Taking a dive, he shoots another individual just before tumbling to the floor. As he rolls himself over to find complete cover once more, he loudly lets out a curse after a loud gunshot fires in the air.

“Spike!?” you squeak, whipping around to see the man on the floor cradling his foot. Both his hands are clasped around his shoe, knuckles turning ghost white from applied pressure. Your eyes widen, dropping your adopted expression. “Are you alright!?” you shout.

“Less worry; more shooting!” he barks, wincing at a shot of pain trailing violently up his leg.

Not needing to be told twice, you focus your efforts back on the task at hand. He hears three distinct gunshots from your side of the room. Two thuds come from the far end his back is facing, a sound he recognizes as clothed bodies hitting the floor. To Spike’s relief, deafening sounds of guns firing comes to a complete halt.

You drop to the floor as well, buttocks making harsh contact with marble. Turning just your head this time, you meet Spike’s gaze once more. Not a second passes before the two of you share an exhausted laugh. Your tone is light and thankful, his is booming and pushing through fierceness beginning to fade.

“As best as we can… we’re keeping this from getting back to Jet or Faye,” Spike mumbles, leaning his head back after calming himself down.

Smiling warmly, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and move your attention. Your eyes scan the back of the bar, squinting slightly. The walls are littered with bullet holes, and you’ve no doubt the amount of which are near impossible for one person to count alone. A shady figure lingers in a bathrooms door frame, and at least two tables in the back are snapped in half-

Wait…

Realistically, the figure in the distance moves fast. To you, the gut reaction is so quick hindsight allows you to fool yourself into believing you had even a moment to think about your actions. To understand what exactly it was you’re doing. To process all that transpires within the next couple of seconds.

But that isn’t really the case. You merely registered the shadowed individual’s frame, and the reflective light bouncing off the pistol in their hand. It was all you needed to act, diving to the side so quickly that ‘desperate’ wouldn’t be enough to describe the action.

A shout erupts from behind you, frantic and unfathomably angry. More sounds of gunshots fill the air; curse words and other profanities fill any available space. You can distinctly make out Spike’s voice, and one more that’s unknown to you. It’s very deep and masculine, though, from what you can understand.

You attempt to roll your body over, but a sharp pain just below your collarbone and near your shoulder keeps you from doing so. Vision blurs at random, and you can scarcely make out your companion (roommate?) standing in front of you. When exactly did he get there?

Your eyes flutter open and shut.

You feel someone kneeing you in the side, and your eyes snap open to observe Spike bending down beside you. Slowly but surely, your vision stabilizes. When did he…? Is the mysterious shooter still around? You attempt to move again, but this time the pain you feel is so prominent you cry out and screw your eyelids shut.

“Oi oi oi…” you hear Spike’s voice call. “Don’t strain yourself, dummy,” he tells you, having absolutely no bite behind his words. At least, none you could make out. Still, you're inclined to wonder if it’s still just your own shock over getting shot making you misunderstand.

“Bounty got away…” he huffed, gently sitting you up against a fallen table. Giving you an apologetic look, he rips the side of your top open. You put up no fight, watching him wrap your bullet wound with whatever makeshift materials he’s found lying around.

“Was that who was standing in the back?” you ask, voice kept low.

“Yeah,” he replies, “ I thought the coward hightailed it and ran… but I guess he wanted the last laugh. Erm- tried to at least. He ended up running anyway.”

“Him and this ‘team’ if his will probably persue us, then,” you sigh, “Now we have to hunt him down before he gets us…” Pausing, you take a minute to mull over your words. “I’m really sorry. This is all my-“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off calmly, gesturing to your injuries. “Not when you’re like this.”

Smiling despite yourself, he stops his movements at the display. Ignoring the shock on his face, you ask, “What? You worried about me?”

Spike hesitates, physically moving his chest away from you. “Don’t be absurd,” he scoffs, speaking unconvincingly. He continues, wrapping around the wound once more before stopping himself yet again. His frown deepens, adding, “And stop smiling like that.”

“Why?”

“Because you were just shot!” he snaps, “And nearly slipped out of consciousness!”

“Ah…” heat rushes to your face, “So you were worried…”

“I-… yes, fine, okay?” his head falls, giving in.

You snort, “That sounded painful.”

“Tonight’s been stressful; you haven't been acting like yourself all night. Even on a job… it’s not like you to get so serious. What was with you?”

You shrug sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. “Thought you’d like it better that way.”

“It freaked me out, why would-“

Spike halted his words. He knew exactly why, but the night has been a long string of his own mistakes so it’s been tough keeping up. And here’s the biggest one yet, coming straight towards him holding a steel chair: How he treats you. More specifically, how he spoke to you earlier. How indifferent, borderline annoyed, he always acts. It’s true, he’s long been trying to figure out how to press your buttons. But all at once it’s clear that it does get to you. Now that it’s showing, even just a small bit, his wall between you two starts to crumble.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to you either…” you mumble when he doesn’t continue, “Jet was telling me how easily the job could be slipped up. I was a bit intimidated… and when you spoke to me earlier I guess I just accepted that it would be a little out of my league. This was my first real ‘big gig’ after all… and I couldn’t accept the idea of disappointing you.”

Nodding, he finished up the last of tending to the wound for the time being. Regardless, his hand lingers on your shoulder supportively. “I’m… sorry I’ve been hard on you. This lifestyle’s really roughened me out; guess I should be glad it hasn’t gotten to you yet,” he mutters, adding a quick, “You did good.”

The moment it slips from his mouth, he is taken aback. He means that too, but that’s the part that surprises him. Then again, you’d surprised him yourself.

A grin flashes across your face. Sweet and genuine, without a sting of pain. Spike’s heart feels heavy with just a simple glance. It’s like the first time he ever saw you, back when he was keen to notice a glowing aura you possessed. He’d describe it as a pure beauty, if he could have swallowed his pride. However, it’s the added context of knowing who you really are that keeps his attention on you this time around.

“You think I have hope of becoming a ‘real’ bounty hunter like you someday?” you ask, referencing a conversation you’ve shared once before.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart,” he replies, a tiny smile appearing on his face.

Sharing a breathily laugh, the two of you soon sit and stare at one another in silence. Outside, people are shouting and police sirens are flaring. Yet his diligent ogling isn’t hindered in the slightest.

“What about respect…?” you test the waters, voice quiet and careful, “You think I’ve at least earned that?”

Smirking, Spike’s head slowly moves from your shoulder to the back of your head. His own leaning down crookedly in correlation, speaking now in a low whisper, “Don’t be modest… you’ve earned more than that.”

In one swift motion, his lips press against yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even as people began to pile into the building, police enforcements leading the way, the two of you stayed glued to one another. A news crew even caught a glimpse of the display of affection, only adding to outside confusion.

Breaking away from the kiss, you giggle against his lips, “We’re on TV.”

“Give ‘em a show, then, yeah?” he smirks, leaning closer and planting another kiss on your lips.

At home, within the Bebop’s common area, Jet plops down in his favorite seat with Ein at his side. The man nearly falls out of his chair upon turning on his television.

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cosmos-coma · 10 months

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'Did you know..?"

A/N: A request/suggestion by the ever-lovely @beardedladyqueen! While Regis isn't really my thing personally I'm always more than happy to experiment with characters and see what makes people happy! I also realized while writing this that I... I'm just Reigs. I'm an herbalist who just loves to tell people fun facts and maybe falls a little in love when people use scientific names.

Pairing: Regis x Reader

Words: 727

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Birds tweeted eloquently from above, their feather-light songs bouncing off each other and stitching themselves into a fantastic melody. The wind rustled through the delicate grass, tickling your arms as you cut another leaf off the little plant. The large umbrella of shade trees above provided a welcome respite from the wicked heat of the day as well as a comforting sense of protection as it watched over your dutiful work.

“Alright, thank you little plant, that's all…” you said with a quick smile as you stood back up and placed your fistful of leaves into an empty jar. Quietly your feet padded around the well-worn protrusions- headstones dappling the surrounding landscape- as you look for your next plant. Your fingers brushed against a particularly moss-covered wall as you made your way around a moss-covered mausoleum when you were nearly scared out of your own skin.

“Aah!” you exclaimed, jumping about a foot in the hair, your hands immediately clutching your chest as you spotted him, “oh- ah, wow… I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know anybody else was here..” you explained as you looked over at the figure sitting before a long-gone campfire. He had dark gray hair pushed back and away from his face, matching sideburns that emphasized already prominent cheekbones, and tired eyes that you’re sure made him look far older than he really was. But you found it all rather endearing, he looked as if he spends all night carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet still seemed to hold the sunniest disposition.

“Oh, that’s quite alright.” the older man said, standing up from his fire to turn to you. “I wasn’t aware anyone frequented this area- oh, forgive my manners” he held his hand out to you, “I’m Regis… “ he said as he shook your hand.

You introduced yourself in turn with a gentle smile and a shake of his hand. “It's been a while since I've foraged here if I’m being honest, so I doubt I could lay much claim to it.”

“Hmm, is that lily of the valley and… do I smell lemon balm?” The vampire inquired with curious excitement as your hands came close, now peeking over to look toward your herb-laden basket.

You chuckled with surprise and showed him your collection, “What an amazing nose you have..! Yes, I just gathered some before I came around the corner.”

Regis's lips pulled into a sheepish smile, knowing he was perhaps being a little too telling with his vampiric talents than he would have liked, “yes, well I-I think the scent must still be on your hands,” he said, straightening his posture a bit more, “I actually dabble a bit into herbalism as well… did you know that lemon balm can be used for anxiety, appetite, and even-”

“-Insomnia,” you two said in unison, causing you both to pause before easy laughter filled the otherwise lonesome cemetery.

You grinned brightly as you shook your head, “Yes, actually that's what I’m gathering it for… I’ve been having absolutely dreadful sleep lately and was hoping Miss Melissa officinalis could help me out a bit with that”, you said with the slightest tinge of blush- no one ever wanted to talk plants with you before. Usually, people just listened for a bit to amuse you, but rarely did they ever want to bring it up again. Yet here this older man stood before you with an almost giddy smile that was barely hidden behind a veil of well-mannered resignation.

Regis on the other hand thought his immortal heart might just burst out of his chest and onto the floor, then and there. A fellow herbal enthusiast and you can drop a scientific name into conversation like it's nothing? He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so broadly at something so seemingly small.

“I- please, forgive me if this is too forward,” Regis started, nearly tripping over his seat as he stepped forward. He knew it was terribly unlike himself to be so clumsy, but for some reason, he just couldn’t seem to help it. “but would you mind if I accompanied you while you continue to forage?”

Your shy but determined smile captivated him like the first glimpse of morning light as you held your basket out to the love-struck vampire.

“Only if you promise to carry the basket.”

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Part three- don’t be so oblivious

Warnings- smut (minors dni), oral (f receiving), teasing, shouting, tiny bit of angst, swearing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Authors note- part 3 finally here!! I thought I lost this after I finished it but I found it again thank god. Hope y’all are enjoying the series and excited for part 4!

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You had always loved showers. The feeling of refreshment after a shower was one you always craved when your mind was clouded, and with Sunghoon on his way over a shower was definitely needed. Both to clear your foggy mind and clear the past two days of laying in bed from your body.

You stepped out of the shower wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel, the sound of a knock at your door startling you. A panic ran through your mind as you considered answering the door in your towel versus making whoever was outside wait. Another impatient knock prompted you to open it in your towel, the soft fabric wrapped tightly against your body.

‘Sunghoon?! I didn’t think you’d be this quick’ you said in surprise as you opened the door. Stood leaning against your door frame, his blonde hair damp and hanging over his forehead, he looked so handsome. You’d always been appreciative of how attractive your colleague was, but the rainfall definitely worked wonders for him. You moved from blocking the door, making way for him to enter from the rain into your apartment.

Your apartment wasn’t small by any stretch, but sunghoons presence in it made it feel so much smaller than usual. ‘Umm let me grab you a towel and just - I’ll just grab some clothes’ you said with a chuckle as you hurried past him into your bedroom. You frantically rummaged through your clothes before finding a tank top and shorts. Acceptable pajamas. Quickly drying the rest of your body you slipped them on, reaching once you’d finished for your spare towel to hand to your guest.

You’d been gone barely 5 minutes, and when you came back Sunghoon was in the same place, standing waiting for you, his damp hair dripping onto his face and glasses. The wire rims did little to hide the worry in his eyes, and your stomach turned with guilt at how you had hidden away from the world for days. You handed him the towel, moving to the kitchen as he began to dry himself, following you once he was no longer dripping.

‘Would you like a drink?’ You asked, missing the confused expression across his face.

‘A drink? Y/n are you serious right now? You’ve been MIA for the past 2 days not replying to texts or calls and all you have to say is do you want a drink?’

His concern did little to mask his anger, and you took a deep breath as you poured yourself some water. ‘I’m sorry. That’s where I’ll start. It’s not right to disappear and hide from the world but if you give me chance I’ll tell you everything.’ You met his eyes with yours as you spoke, his expression softening as he saw your sincerity.

‘Ok. Well start explaining’ he said, following you to sit on your sofa. You sat either end of the small sofa, the small gap between you feeling a little too intimate, especially with what you were about to share.

‘Before I start, I need you to know that this all started Monday. Nothing like this has ever happened before then. I don’t want you to think this has been a long time thing and how I got where I am. Because I’m not like this I promise. And I need you to know that.’ You began, monitoring sunghoons face as you spoke, waiting for him to object.

‘So…… I slept with Jay. On Monday’

‘Y/n what the fuck’ he exclaimed, shock painting his face.

‘That’s not the worse part. I also slept with Jake. On Tuesday. And also-‘

He interrupted your explaining, flapping his arms as he stopped your talking to rewind. ‘How did this even happen?’

‘Well I stayed late Monday to work with jay on the new client and that was all it was supposed to be I promise but one thing led to another’ you said, eyes trained on your fidgeting fingers in your lap, scared to look up and see the judgement you were sure was all over sunghoons face.

‘And on Tuesday jay sent me to get copies of some forms and my head was already all over the place. And jake was even more of an accident. We accidentally kissed and then…’

‘Let me guess? One thing led to another?’ He said, losing his patience quickly. ‘Please don’t me mad at me hoon. Look I didn’t mean for this to happen’ you pleaded, still focusing your gaze on your hands.

‘I can’t believe you y/n. Sleeping with jay and jake? In the office? You must know what it looks like between you and jay. The day you happened to be promoted?’

‘Sunghoon please I said this was the first time. Nothing has happened before I swear I need you to believe me’

‘And jake? You know how long he’s been crushing on you. So you’re gonna date him now? Or keep leading him on?’

‘It’s not that simple I can’t just date jake’ you said, tears starting to prick your eyes as sunghoons voice gains volume.

‘Why is it not that simple? Why y/n? Why the fuck did you do this? Why did you have to tell me all of this? Fucking hell.’

He was shouting now, standing above you as he worked through his frustration, not seeing the tears fully welling in your eyes.

‘Why are you so angry?! What’s it to you anyway?’ You shouted back, your own frustration bursting out of you.

‘Because it should’ve been me you were sleeping with!’ He yelled, eyes widening as he realised what he’d said. ‘It should be me’

The tears that had been barely contained finally began to fall at his confession, your already confused mind on the brink of collapse.

‘What did you say?’ You whispered, not trusting your own voice. ‘What do you mean it should be you?’

‘God you’re oblivious y/n. I’ve had a thing for you since we met. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or sleep with someone at work so I never said anything.’ He said, sitting back down beside you. ‘Fuck why did you have to sleep with them?’ His head in his hands you sat watching him, shock from his confession coursing through your body. You stood then, needing to move around to process his words.

You paced back and forth in front of him while he kept his head in his hands, elbows rested on his knees.

‘Hoon’ you said in the quietest softest voice he’d ever heard. You were so quiet he barely registered hearing it. But when he did, and his head lifted to see you stood above him, he was once again in awe of your beauty and innocence. And the look ok his face broke your heart.

‘Hoon I’m sorry’

‘Don’t be sorry y/n. Just be mine’ he said, rising to stand in front of you as you stuttered.

‘Hoon I can’t I-‘

His lips crashed against yours, interrupting any further protests. His lips were firm against yours, soft and sure of there movements. He was an excellent kisser, taking control of your lips without being forceful or harsh, a soft dominance. You’re hands found your way to the back of his neck before trailing down the front of his chest, pushing him back slightly. You had to get out now, before you fell too deep into him.

‘Hoon I wish it wasn’t this way’ your voice trembled as as small tear fell from your eyes. ‘It’s too complicated’

‘Y/n it doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be as simple as we make it.’ His lips crashed to yours once more, cutting off what you were about to say. An action you were sure he might regret one day.

But for now, with his lips on yours, his hands on the small of your back, you fell too deep into him all at once. A small whine left your mouth as his teeth gently but down on your lower lip, the pressure feeling all too much. He kissed with a feverish passion, his long time crush making itself obvious in his movements.

‘Just let this be simple’ he said against your lips.

You matched his energy, his words ringing in your ears as you let your body take over, consequences be damned. Realistically, your life was fucked. The last week had made sure of that, and Sunghoon was hot and kissing your neck just right. You melted further into his arms as his lips continued to pepper kisses along your collar, his hands finding their way from your hips to your ass, lifting you into his arms.

With your thighs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding your weight up, you could feel his arousal against your own. You whine into the kiss as he begins to walk you backwards, placing you gently down on your kitchen island before moving his hands to gently run up and down your sides. Hands under your tank top, he groped at your chest while making his way further down your body with his lips, lifting your top to expose your boobs while his lips found your nipples. With his lips around one and fingers deftly circling the other, you began to arch your back more and more into his touch.

‘Hoon this-‘

‘Shh. Don’t overthink this’ he replied, cutting off whatever you were about to say with his lips against yours. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands worked on your shorts, pulling them off you in a quick motion. Laid bare to him in the middle of your kitchen, you got slightly shy, pulling your legs closed before he pulled them open once more. He situated himself between them, looking up at you with darkened eyes as his tongue swiped up your entrance. His mouth and tongue were skilled, your hips lifting toward him for more almost immediately. With a hand across your lower stomach he held your hips down, continuing his exploring with his tongue.

You were so quickly reduced to a moaning mess, whining beneath him for more, faster, just there. He was devouring you, and you loved every second of it. As you grew closer and closer you started tugging his hair, pushing his face further into your core as you got closer to release. ‘Fuck hoon wanna cum please fuck’ you begged.

He looked up at you from between your thighs, tongue continuing as he watched your face crack as you fell apart. He stayed between your legs as you came down from your high, moving up your body once your legs had slowed their shaking. His chin glistening with your release he slammed his lips into yours, stealing a moan from your lips as he did. With his hands on the back of your head pulling you closer to him, you pushed your hips closer to his, desperate for more of what he could give.

The taste of your release on his lips made you even more desperate, hands running under his shirt to try feel more of his skin against yours. Feeling your frustration, he pulled his lips from yours, quickly removing his shirt and trousers before lifting you in his arms once again.

‘Which way to the bed gorgeous’ he asked, following your directions to carry you to your room. Graciously placing you on the bed, his body hovered above yours as you could feel his arousal against your thigh. His lips back on your neck, and hand between your thighs, you felt high. Every point of contact with him made your skin light ablaze, and you needed more.

You reached your hand between your bodies, reaching for him as he lined himself to your entrance. With a swift movement he was fully sheathed inside you, your walls aching at the delicious stretch. He was perfectly designed to fit you, your bodies intertwined like perfectly made puzzle pieces. With a low groan in your ear, he pulled almost entirely out of you before slamming back in, his pace slow and languid.

His hard but thought out moves were something you weren’t used to. You had always been a fast and hard kinda girl, but the way you could feel every vein along every inch of him was sending your mind haywire. With your nails scratching bright red lines down his back, you moaned deeply at the pleasure you were feeling. Sunghoon was extremely talented, and with your previous high you were extra sensitive to his touch, soon begging for permission to cum.

He was watching in awe as you fell apart beneath him. Your legs shaking, nails scratching his shoulders and eyes rolled to the back of your head, you looked so sinful. Yet so heavenly. Coming down from your high, you registered him still sheathed inside you as he kissed your cheek.

‘Are you ready baby’ he whispered into your ear. With a small nod in response, he began slamming his hips into yours, ruthlessly chasing his high. The slow calculated movements from before were gone, replaced with an animalistic pace that had you screaming his name.

Your words turned incoherent as he pushed you over the edge for the third time, arms wrapped around him as he too reached his high. Hips stuttering and slowing, he released his load into you, collapsing beside you shortly after.

After catching his breath, he moved to his side, looking at you as you stared ahead at the ceiling. ‘What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours y/n?’ He asked. A seemingly innocent question that sent your mind spinning.

‘You need to leave. Like now’ you replied, slowing sitting up as you processed what had happened. This was bad. You had really fucked up this time, and you had no idea how you were going to fix things.

‘Y/n what do you mean? Leave?’ His voice was laced with hurt, shock obvious across his face.

‘Yes leave now please before I fuck my life up even more. Please hoon you have to go.’ The panicked expression on your face hurried him from the bed, leaving to find his clothes before coming back to your room. You were yet to move, worrying him further.

‘Y/n what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?’ He asked as he sat beside your still panicked frame. ‘Whatever it is we can sort it together.’ Reaching to take your hand, he was hurt to see how you pulled away from him, as if you weren’t grabbing him closer just minutes before.

His confusion was obvious to you, but you had entered a full panic mode, and could barely register his presence still in your room, let alone deal with his questions.

With it becoming more obvious that you wouldn’t be making anything clearer for him, he stood to leave, but not before finding a glass and filling it with water to leave in your nightstand.

Shouting a goodbye, he left you alone, mind reeling from what you had done.

Almost an hour passed and you were still unmoved, mind reeling as you could still feel sunghoons cum dripping from between your legs. You showered again, eventually moving to straighten your clothes and apartment as much as you could.

No one needs to know.

That was what you kept telling yourself as you tried your best to rationalise your actions the past week. If no one found out, you could carry on your life as normal, maybe moving desk from now on. The thought of looking Sunghoon in the eyes again made you start to tear up again, yet another cascade of tears flowing down your cheeks this week. As you stopped crying and lay in your bed, you heard the door to your apartment open.

‘Honey I’m home.’

You were well and truly fucked this time.

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