#enticing brassiere

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

WICKED.

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

pairing: luke castellan x former camper!reader (godly parent not specified)

summary: even after leaving camp half blood to pursue your dreams of attending university, your loyalty to them has never wavered. that is until you stumbled into luke castellan again, of course.

warnings: mature themes, oral sex (m receiving)

note: a purely self-indulgent fic because i wanted to try my hand at writing smut

Luke Castellan was a wicked man.

An inexplicable thrill ran up her spine as he edged closer. Her mind immediately tried to navigate through the haze of excitement and anticipation before ultimately succumbing. She could not— could never fight against him. Perhaps that was her fatal flaw, her irrefutable and unwavering blindness to who he was.

He caged her against the wall, one of his hands framing her face while the other held his cigarette between nimble fingers. He looked away as he took a long drag. The embers of the lit head glowed a dazzling red— dangerous, mesmerizing, and enticing.

The Luke Castellan that stood in front of her was not the same child who was the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood, not the reliable senior counselor who could do no wrong; ultimately, he was vastly different from the person he was all those years ago. He was a man now— pristine yet still gruff around the edges, jaded, resentful, proud, and haughty.

You closed your eyes to breathe in the smoke as he exhaled. He made it so easy to prevent you from ever reconciling the truth of his identity, to accept that he was still the same boy who betrayed everyone around him in cold blood because he was too clouded by anger at the gods to do otherwise.

“How do you want it?” He whispered against your ear. You averted his gaze to him, and watched from your peripheral as he nuzzled your hair. The tip of his nose dragged along the warmth of the skin of your neck.

“Rough.” You responded without a moment of hesitation. Your hands grasped the open edges of his jacket, the leather material was smooth and malleable against your nearly frozen fingers.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you. You saw the surprise in his stare, the want and desire hidden beneath the unreadable sheen of his eyes. His hand traveled up your skirt to your thigh. He rubbed gentle circles against your skin then stopped short at the curve of your ass. He squeezed at the fat then smirked when you flinched.

“Is that what you got up to when you left camp, hm?” He asked softly. He was taunting you. His fingers pulled at the edge of your panties. “Learned to be a slut. Is that it?”

You said nothing. You clutched him tighter when he traced the slit of your cunt through the fabric of your underwear. He followed up and down motions, the movements too miniscule yet the pressure enough to elicit a reaction out of you.

“Already so wet.” He whistled, impressed and amused by how quickly you responded to his advances. You bristled when the tip of his finger pressed into your hole. It was subtle, not enough to latch onto. “Tell me, is this all for me?”

You felt your muscles clench around nothing. You were all the more desperate to feel Luke against you, inside you, to let him have his way with you. You whimpered when he smacked you across the ass.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.” He tutted as he massaged the skin to ease the ruddiness. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.” You nodded your head with a small pathetic whimper. “Only for you.”

“Good girl.” He said. He moved his palm to rest against her inner thigh. His thumb continued to press against you. His other hand moved to your hip. “Take your shirt off.”

You quickly unhooked the buttons of your top. Luke’s eyes followed your movements, enraptured by your compliance. He chuckled when he saw the brassiere you were wearing— the little ribbon in between your breasts made it seem as if you were presenting yourself as a gift for him.

You felt another sharp slap across your bottom. “You’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?”

You gasped at the pain. You felt simultaneously pissed yet aroused by his comments, although you were completely aware that the former should’ve consumed you whole. You glared at him. “And you’re just proving you can’t, aren’t you?”

You saw his jaw tick in irritation. Luke stood at his full height, the difference between your statures suddenly all the more obvious. He looked down at you, his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted. You felt something loom at the pit of your stomach— it wasn’t fear.

“You like it rough? Fine, you’ll take it rough.” His voice was deeper and more aggressive, commanding in a sense. “Get on your fucking knees.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You touched the ground to steady yourself then leaned against your haunches to wait for his instructions. You kneeled before him as if you were about to pray to the gods. Sadly, you weren't about to worship any of them for the timebeing.

“Open your mouth.” He said as he undid the buckle of his belt. The metal clung against the wall. You watched with pupils dilated in lust as he pulled his cock out— the tip swollen and glistening. He pushed it into your mouth, and you whimpered at the sudden intrusion. “Suck.”

You circled your tongue over the flesh of his cock. You teased and licked at the precum, relished in the salty and deep taste of him. You opened your mouth wider to accommodate for his size then immediately began to hollow your cheeks.

“That’s it. Take it.” Luke groaned above you. His hand wrapped around your head. He controlled your movements by each pull of your hair. He pushed you against him without restraint. “Fuck. So obedient.”

“Wonder what Chiron would say if he saw his precious golden girl being a complete slut for me.” He taunted further. His palm dug against the corner of your neck.

The complete silence of the quiet night was marred by the sinful sounds the both of you were making, hidden in an abandoned alleyway between a Brooklyn nightclub and an electronics shop.

You gagged as he pushed himself deeper into the back of your throat. Your fingers found their purchase on his thighs, your hands grabbed at him like a lifeline. You gaze at him through lidded eyes. You trilled in delight at the sight of him: head thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his tongue licked at the corner of his lips.

Luke gasped breathlessly as you began to move up and down. He pried his eyes open to peek down at you. He smirked. His words were chopped as he spoke. “So perfect when you’re like this.”

Fueled by lust, bravery and foolishness, you willingly took more of him into your mouth. Your nose hit the base of his cock. You inhaled the heady scent of him, invigorated by it. You choked as you adjusted to the new angle, but he canted his hips instantly. His breaths were ragged and his movements were desperate.

“Ah, shit.” He mumbled. His hand still grasped the back of your head; he pulled you in closer. “I’m close. Gonna come in your mouth and you’re gonna fucking take it.”

He continued to curse and babble as he rutted into your mouth. You closed your eyes as you took in the sensation, as you felt every vein and the ridges of his flesh flush on the flat of your tongue. You felt your own slick trickle down your thighs; empty, uncomfortable and wretched.

He tensed and stilled underneath you. A slew of warm liquid flowed into your throat. You maintained eye contact with him as you swallowed every last bit.

Luke slid himself out of you, his mouth hung open as he tried to catch his breath. He huffed as you made a show of licking off the remnants of his spend from the corners of your lips.

His thumb caressed your cheek. The gesture almost seemed affectionate were it not for the words that quickly followed it. “I’m gonna take you home then I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

Luke Castellan was a wicked man.

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[haggishlyhagging]

Waiting is part of the stereotyped role for women—a large part. Waiting to grow, for breasts and hips to fill out, to wear lipstick, perfume, brassieres: waiting to star in the big role—man enticer. Waiting to be asked for a date. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting to be asked to dance. Waiting to be asked to go steady. Waiting to be asked to marry. Always waiting for someone else to act. Passively, miserably waiting.

And if the phone doesn't ring? If no one asks? If you wait, and wait, and wait, and Prince Charming doesn't come riding up? What can you do?

In the fifties, when I was a young woman, there was nothing you could do and still be considered decent. Being able to choose and act on that choice was a privilege reserved for men. That should have told me something. I think it did, but I didn't want—or didn't know how—to deal with it at the time. So I put it away in that deep unconscious filing cabinet reserved for matters which must have frightened me with their too-clear implications of female servitude and subordination. It took me forty-two years of gathering such data unbeknownst to myself before I finally accumulated more than my file could hold and it burst open, forcing me to look.

Waiting is one of the earmarks of subservience. As Milton truly says, "They also serve who only stand and wait." Waiting is a service. The words waitress, lady-in-waiting, waiter are all service titles. Waiting delineates rank. Sergeants don't keep colonels waiting, but generals do. Teachers don't keep principals waiting, but superintendents do. Those in power can make their subordinates wait, can expect them to wait. To keep someone waiting is manipulation, a method of maintaining control; it is a way of announcing and wielding power.

My unconscious servitude to Rick began early in our courtship. I remember sitting on a bench by the service station for several hours while he fixed his car. It was an unspoken assumption in my youth that girls loved to keep boys company during such times, liked to hold things for them, enjoyed watching them clean the points, or change the brake shoes. Having their girl hovering around must have been like having their own private cheerleader. Girls did it because we wanted to be with them more than they wanted to be with us. We were more emotionally dependent upon them, as we had been trained to be. We needed to be around them, and though they liked having us around, they had other interests in their lives. We had been trained to have only one major interest, despite all the other things we might do, and that was them. Not because it is any more natural for us females to be dependent and to base our entire lives upon some male's approval and presence, but because patriarchy socialized us thus. It is great for male egos. It is catastrophic for ours.

But I didn't get a real taste of the despotism of waiting until Rick discovered the computer at the University of Minnesota. The next ten years were one long struggle against the humiliation of being constantly rejected for the computer—Rick's "iron mistress," his "three sexty." Ten years of being completely forgotten for whole days and suddenly remembered apologetically, of my putting the uneaten supper away and going to bed at midnight or one or two A.M., not having heard from Rick since morning when he promised to be home by six.

That he should have thought it natural to keep a human being waiting for six, seven, twelve hours without word made it clear to me again and again how he thought of me, how not completely human I was to him, how much just a part of himself—not a separate or real person to be taken seriously, or about whose esteem he needed to worry. He would never have kept any male friend whose friendship he valued waiting so consistently for years. No peer would have put up with it.

At the time, I thought it was all my fault. If I were more interesting, more sexy, more something, he would want to come home to me. I blamed myself, when the fault lay in Rick's patriarchal world view.

Part of the unwritten definition of wife is: the one who waits.

I tried to tell Rick over those long years how often I felt rejected and figuratively slapped in the face. I couldn't help but believe he secretly enjoyed the idea of my waiting for him, the constant service of wondering and worrying about him in his absence. Surely there was something more behind his making me wait than mere forgetfulness. He was an extremely intelligent man, but I couldn't get him to understand how deeply he wounded me by showing disdain for the hours of my life I wasted in waiting for him and for the hurt and rage and erosion of love for him this brought about in my heart.

And through it all, I must never make him wait for me. I must never reverse the sadomasochistic game. Yet by calling it that, I admit my own collusion in it. Years ago I should have ceased to care unduly when he came or went, should have planned my life as I wanted without consulting his. Should simply not have allowed him to tyrannize and manipulate me. But I knew that the moment I refused to supply this apparently necessary ego support, I would lose him.

And I did. When I became interested in the ERA, he often had to wait for me—to get off the phone, to come home from meetings, to come to bed. I ceased to pay much attention to when he came and went. I no longer cared a great deal when he was hours late or rejoiced overmuch when he was early. My life no longer centered around him, as his had never centered around me. I began to live an independent life, such as only men are entitled to. That's when I overstepped my bounds and it was all over.

And I've thought since, with considerable wryness, how for nineteen years I waited for him, and how he couldn't wait for me for one.

-Sonia Johnson, From Housewife to Heretic

#sonia johnson #marriage #patriarchy #waiting

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommy!December: Day 19

Request: Voyeurism w Mommy!Hyunjin 

Content Includes: Soft Dom Mommy!Hyunjin x sub!fem reader, lingerie, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism (duh), cum play, nipple play, teasing, reader has female anatomy, reader is called ‘bunny’ 

Word Count: 849 

‘Give a little twirl for Mommy’ 

Hyunjin’s eyes watched in lust at the new lingerie set he had brought you, a crimson coloured lace set complete with garter belts and crotchless panties. 

You looked ravishing and a goddess in his mind. 

And you in this outfit? 

Oh, he had to watch. 

The red stiletto heels pattered along the floorboards as you slowly gave a twirl, your back facing towards Hyunjin as you peeked over your shoulder, flashing a cheeky grin. 

‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ Your eyebrow quirked up, followed by a flash of your killer smile. 

Hyunjin’s mouth tilted in a smirk and his gaze caused your breath to hitch in your throat. 

He was just as worthy of being looked at as you. 

The simple all-black outfit with the top buttons of his shirt left undone and his long hair framing his eyes added to his sexy, dishevelled appearance. 

The small chair emphasised his long frame and with his spread-eagled legs, he made you feel SMALL despite his seated position. 

‘Oh bunny, you have no idea’, He leaned back in his chair, his hands placed comfortably on his thighs. 

‘Take the garter belts off’ He instructed, his gaze fixed upon yours as you hitched a leg up on the bed, deliberately arching your back and jutting out your hips so Hyunjin could get a good look. 

‘Be slow, I want you to take your time’ 

‘Yes, Mommy’ You cooed out, a small groan from Hyunjin’s direction causing heat to stir in your body more. 

A slight tease and stroke to your thighs caused your body to shiver as you danced around the straps, drawing out the process as the garter belt slid off your heel, placing it on the bed. 

You repeated the same process on your other leg but began by rubbing circles around your ankles and up your thighs, letting out small exhales of pleasure that would entice Hyunjin more. 

If he was going to edge the foreplay out, you best believe you were going to make him work for it. 

Hyunjin’s eyes scanned your body in a predatory glance, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as you stood wearing the heels, bra and panties. 

‘Be a good bunny and take your bra off for Mommy, want to see those pretty tits bounce for me’ 

Hyunjin’s voice was dark and tight in his throat, his entire body was holding back really, the chair being the only thing holding his desire from letting loose. 

You gasped out at his request before smirking as you ran your hands up your naval, tilting your head back and a whiny sigh leaving your lips as your fingers tweaked your nipples over the lace, feeling them harden under the cloth. 

‘Mmm’ A noise of desire rumbled from Hyunjin’s throat, his right hand sliding up his thigh to palm himself over his pants as his face relaxed from the pleasure. 

‘You’re really making this difficult for Mommy, you know that? Teasing me with how pretty you are’ 

You smiled coyly at him as your fingers trailed across the band of the brassiere, 

‘What do you mean? I’m just following Mommy’s orders’ You teased as your fingers reached the strap behind you, slowly removing each individual hook. 

At the sight of your bare tits, Hyunjin had removed his cock from his pants and began stroking the shaft slowly, his cheeks red and pupils blown out. 

Your nipples hardened naturally at the thought and a hiss left your mouth at the stimulation, 

‘Fuck, you’re so sexy’ you murmured randomly, not wanting to voice that opinion but you did anyway. 

Hyunjin chuckled, a grunt following as his thumb circled the tip as his hair fell into his eyes. 

‘Yeah I am but Mommy is only sexy for his sweet, pretty bunny’ He bit his bottom lip as he quickened the pace. 

You whimpered at that remark, clenching your thighs together as you felt arousal starting to pool in your cunt, your crotchless panties would be soaked in no time. 

It was too much, you needed Hyunjin inside of you now. 

‘And your pretty bunny only gets wet for Mommy’ deliberate pants and groans left your mouth as you slowly traced your fingers down your naval. 

‘Only you can make me feel so wet and needy’ You whined out as your fingers circled your clit over the seam of your panties, moaning at the sensitivity from how hard and throbbing it was through the lace. 

The final remark tipped Hyunjin over his edge and his head kicked back as he spilt all over his hand, a carnal whine leaving his mouth as his black pants became stained with his arousal. 

The room was silent except for gasps and pants, yours from the growing need and his from his released need, your fingers still rubbing circles over your panties. 

Hyunjin laced his fingers through his hair with his clean hand, sweat beading around his brow and hairline. 

‘Fuck, that was hotter than I expected, cum all over your panties bunny and let me watch you more’. 

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[boykombat]

Johnny Cage, - "My Superstar!"

Description: Johnny always loved to be the center of attention. Whether it be from his fans who would pay a million dollars to suck him off, or the media absolutely flaming him. But he loved your attention the most, and he'd do some crazy shit to get it.

tags: lingerie, begging, teasing, plugs, handjobs,

words: 2.1k

johnny would wear lingerie shut up look at how zesty he is, and tell me he wouldn't.

his tits are too fat to go to waste.

johnny is submissive in this meoow

You walked into the bedroom, ready to collapse and take the nap of your lap after a long day of work. You were tired, exhausted from today. And you weren't exactly sure where your boyfriend was even at.

You kick your shoes off, calling out for Johnny once more. Yet again, there's no response. Maybe he just hadn't gotten home yet? Nonetheless, the bed is calling your name. And you oblige, stripping down to your underwear.

The silky sheets feel amazing after a day of hard work. You let your eyes flutter shut, exhaustion taking the reigns temporarily. You rest on your back, the pillow and mattress cradling your body.

As you're nearly asleep, you feel the bed shift. And then a weight on top of you. Followed by the scent of rich, fancy.. perfume? Perfume that you couldn't place.

Then familiar, well taken care of palms against your shoulders. Soft skin, moistured and well taken care of. Warm breaths ghost across your face, labored, panting.

You flick your eyes open, and you're face to face with Johnny. Those warm brown eyes gaze down into yours, his eyelids heavy. His pretty, pink lips are slightly drawn open as hot breaths push out from his mouth. Johnny's brown hair hangs down, the closeness between the two of you causing it to brush against your cheek.

"I missed you a lot today." He says, his voice almost a lustful purr. His hand brushes against your cheek, cupping it with his palm. The silk of his robe brushes against your skin.

You don't look pleased, and it confuses him. You're thrown off by the perfume. Did he have someone over without you knowing? Did he really go and betray you like that?

Johnny pouts, and you feel his thighs pin your hips to the bed as he straddles you.

"C'mon.. Nothing? Not even a greeting?" He pours further.

You mention the perfume, and it brings a blush to his face. He lets out a warm chuckle, and his gaze gets intense once more. Johnny doesnt offer an explanation, instead he slides the robe from his broad shoulders.

And God, you never would've suspected what he was wearing, but you fell in love with the sight almost immediately.

There's a lacy brassiere against his skin. It's a dark, grey violet color. It cups his pecs perfectly. The color of the lace contrasts his tan skin, making the lingerie itself that much more enticing to look at.

Your eyes flick from his face, to his pecs. And he loves your eyes on him, soaking up how pretty he is.

He's been preparing for this all day, y'know? He's shaved, waxed. Lathered his smooth skin with different oils and creams to make himself feel sleek.

Johnny lets out a pretty moan as you trace your hands across his chest. It's taking everything in you not to rip off that expensive bra and bury your face in his tits. His nipples are hard, you can see them pushing against the lace. As he shifts on top of you again, he sucks on a sharp breath.

You slide the robe off completely. Anyone could've busted a load just at the sight of him.

The set he has on looks gorgeous. Hand made, customer tailored to mold to his body. The prettiest panties you've ever seen hug his hips. Beautiful lace resting on his skin. And he's so, so hard. His cock is pressed against his panties, a wet spot visible through the fabric.

He has garters on as well. The elasticated bands gently squeeze at his muscular thighs. The color is beautiful, matching his panties and brassiere. There's a bottle of lube tucked under one of the garters.

Your boyfriend is so, so very needy for you in this moment.

His eyes are needy, looking down at you with that same lustful intent. Johnny needs you, he craves you.

"The perfume is something I got for this.. I wanted to smell nice and pretty for you." Johnny purrs, leaning down. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the skin of your neck with a groan.

You smile at his comment, and you push him back a bit. As you sit up from the bed, his chest is pressed against yours. You tap your thigh, and he knows what to do. What, did you think he was gonna be in control here?

Johnny straddles your thigh with an eager, and swift motion. You place your hands on his shoulders, the little bit of contact from you sends a jolt through him.

Your lips make contact with his soft neck. Slowly kissing, pushing your tongue against his skin. Caressing him as he gasps. Johnny wraps his arms around you loosely, seeking the warmth of your body.

With careful movements, Johnny begins to grind his bulge against your thigh. He's never been one to quiet himself down. Long, drawn out moans fall from his lips as he tilts his head back.

The feeling of his cock pressed against your thigh is electrifying for him. His sensitive head pushing against the lace of his panties while your lips play with his neck is enough to make him cum.

But he holds back the best he can. He's been teasing himself all day, it's not his fault that he's so sensitive. But the idea of you bending him over the bed and relentlessly plowing into him has been haunting his daily routine.

Johnny just put on this outfit so you'd be more tempted.

It's working to say the least.

Your hands grab at his tits, squeezing his pecs and the fabric of the brassiere. You reach a hand behind him, unhooking it. It doesn't take long for you to practically rip it off of him.

You bury your face between his pecs, kissing and licking at his skin.

"I'm gonna cum, sugar, I'm gonna.." He trails off, his eyes closing as he bites down on his lip harshly. He moves his hips faster, that feeling building in his stomach. Waves of pleasure go straight to his cock as he grinds his cock into your thighs.

Can't have him finishing yet, can you?

You grab the bottle of lube from his garter, and he lets out a low whine. With a bit of strength, you flip Johnny on his back. He lets out a grunt as he lands against the bed.

"C'mon.. I was gonna cum, what's the deal?" Johnny whines.

He wiggles his hips, and your eyes follow every single movement. Those rhythmic hips are the reason you were drawn to him when you two met.

It's honestly impressive how well he's able to maneuver his hips. if he wasn't an action star, he'd definitely be a stripper. Cage can give a good lap dance, you'd know.

Johnny parts his thighs, moving his fingertips along his lace covered bulge. Those tan thighs of his eagerly part for you, and he sends a cheesy wink your way.

"Like what you see?" Johnny purrs out to you, always the chatterbox. Your fingertips hook around the fabric of his panties, and you eagerly tug them off his body with a swift motion.

His cock springs out, already flushed and leaking with precum. A hiss pushes out from his lips as his cock hits the open air, his hips pushing out a bit against nothing. He's desperate for contact, very desperate.

You relish in the sight of your lover in this state. And he finds your hungry eyes to be addicting, he loves the way you look at him. Johnny wants your eyes on him all the time. He wants your hands on him all the time. Johnny wants you, really bad.

He spreads his thighs further apart, and you let out a groan at the sight of the plug he has pushed inside of him. Johnny's been preparing for you, all day. Whether you have a dick, or not, you're gonna fuck him into the mattress one way or another.

You pull him closer, your hands pushing his legs apart as far as they can go. He lets out a needy whine, moving his hips against nothing. Your eyes are trained on the plug, and he notices that.

"You know you love that." He purrs, his voice dripping with liquid confidence. And he's right, you love it.

You reach down, taking the heart shaped end of the plug in your fingers. With an antagonizingly slow movement, you pull it out. With the pull, a heat driven moan leaves his lips as his eyes nearly roll back in his skull.

Johnny's more sensitive than usual. You'd be too if you had something shoved up your ass for over 5 hours, who can blame the guy?

You push it back in, and a loud gasp leaves his frame. His fingers clutch the sheets, needing to ground himself in that moment. His frame shakes as he pants harder, labored breaths leaving him faster.

You tease him. Pushing the plug in and out of his hole, and it has him nearly about to cum. The action star has been riding that edge all day. Whether it be just feeling that plug inside of him, or relentlessly fucking himself with a toy.. Johnny's been on the edge of cumming all day. He's desperate for it at this point.

You slide the plug out of his hole for the last time, and let's out an irritated growl at the loss of the feeling. He looks like he's about to snap. It's either you finish him off now, or he fucks himself into the mattress.

You decide the former is the best option. Sure, seeing your lover obliterate his guts with a toy is fun, but you want your hands on him.

You pop the cap on the bottle of lube, and you squirt some on your fingers. The warming, tingling sensation coats your digits as you lube them up the best you can. As you ready yourself, Johnny shuffles closer to you.

The action star laying on his back, his wrists up by his head. Johnny would look amazing as a pin up model, who wouldn't kill to have a picture of him like this hanging up on their wall?

His fingers and thighs twitch, his body eager with a lust that needs to be satisfied before he cums by just looking at you. So you satisfy his desire. You push three fingers inside of him, and he lets out the prettiest whine you've heard from him yet.

Before you can even thrust your fingers, he's fucking himself against them. His body and hips thrusting up and down accordingly. It's kinda impressive. You move your hand accordingly, going along with his movements for now.

He sounds wet. Slick with different types of lubes he's been using throughout the day, filled to the brim with the fake cum from the expensive sex toys he owns. You let out a groan as the fake cum coats your fingers, at how much of a slut your boyfriend really is.

You thrust your hand faster, and he takes it like a champ. Like it's something he does everyday.. cuz it is. No matter how many times you finger him, he loves it even more. Your fingers curl inside of him, abusing his sweet spot. Now that's something a toy couldn't do, tease him like that. Fuck him regularly, abuse his g-spot for about 10 seconds, and then go back to fucking him regularly. You repeat his process over and over, and it has him arching his back away from the mattress.

His tip is flushed, he's absolutely ready to release.

"Please, I need to cum, sugar. You gotta let me, I'll do anything—" Cage whines, and he's cut off by your free hand wrapping around his cock.

You squeeze nice and tight like he enjoys. And you start to tug on him as fast as you can. Your fingers thrust in and out of him at the same time, matching the pace of the hand that jacks his cock off.

Johnny lets out a slutty whine, followed up by a growl as he releases all over your hand. Cum shoots out from his tip, landing on his thighs, stomach and you mainly. His walls clench around your fingers as those pretty brown eyes roll back into his skull.

His body is shaking. Johnny calls out your name, over and over as he cums. There's a thin sheen of sweat on his tan skin, folding and moving as his hips buck widely down onto your fingers. He loves riding the high.

You pull your fingers from him, a slick sound following as you pull out. Johnny looks up at you, his eyes heavy but satisfied.

He pushes his hips up as your hands find your pants. Johnny's eyes grow hungry as you tug your clothes off, and he lets out a groan when you straddle him.

And that's how round two starts.

#johnny cage #mortal kombat 1 #johnathan carlton #john carlton #boykombat

[camlovesheroes]

King of Mischief (Chapter 3) (smut scene)

Chapter 3 (Defenders of the Universe) (smut scene)

Word count: 2.4k

T/w: This chapter contains explicit smut (oral sex; m receiving, choking, shower sex, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie) and foul language, read at your own discretion.

Author's note: For Chapter 4 onwards, I'll be taking a few days to finish up in order to give y'all the best storyline and I also need to do some research for the characters that will come out in the next chapters. I hope you guys would be patient!

“Well, since we’re all sweaty.. I propose a shower? Together?” He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a naughty grin.

“Always so mischievous, even in these times.” You pinched his side while chuckling.

“Not my fault my wife looks so enticing after training.” Scrunching your nose, you couldn’t resist how cheeky Loki is. He’d always find a way to make up to you after pissing you off or making you upset.

You two made your way towards your quarters, thankful that each room had its own bathroom, for you didn’t want to disturb the others who were living in the same building with all the noise you and Loki would make.

Reaching your room, Loki closed the door as fast as he could before pushing you against the wall and kissing your neck, making you giggle.

“Someone’s eager.” You playfully teased him.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes shall we?” He began to undress you, starting with your gray t-shirt, revealing your sports bra. The first time you wore them, it felt so comfortable, you wished they were available in Asgard.

“Great, one of these contraptions again.” Loki groaned as he saw your undergarment. He hated sports bras, no offense, it made your breasts look amazing, but it was hard to remove from you, especially after a workout or training session.

“Oh come on, they’re not that bad. You liked seeing me in them.” You chuckled softly.

“Yes I do, but if I had a choice right now, I’d choose a pair of flimsy lace brassieres over these.” He didn’t have the patience to strugglingly remove the bra you were wearing so he used his magic to remove both of your clothes and undergarments, leaving you and him stark naked against the wall.

“My Norns, Loki. What’s gotten into you? You’re being hasty.” You looked at him with a surprised expression. He wasn’t usually this impatient when it comes to making love, he loved the chase, the push and pull, but this time, he didn’t want to waste his time.

“I apologize dear.. But I’m really needy for you right now.” He cupped your face and kissed it desperately. Before you knew it, he had thrown you over his shoulder and carried you to the bathroom.

“Goodness gracious Loki!” You laughed out loud, this was another side of Loki that you’ve never seen before. He had always been romantic and sensual in bed but this time, he was treating you like a ragdoll and you seemed to like it as well.

Placing you on the bathroom counter, he left you for a second to turn on the shower, making sure that the water warms up before you two get inside. He returned to your arms and began kissing you, soft pecks all over your face and neck. You bit on your bottom lip when you felt his thumb grazing over your nipple, sending shivers down your spine.

“Loki, darling.” You pulled him off your neck to look at his face. He was indeed a very good-looking King. You haven’t told him or even yourself that you love him, you kept convincing yourself that you cared for him because he was your lawfully wedded husband and the King of Asgard. Truthfully, you wanted to tell yourself that you love him, as Loki, not because of your obligations as his Queen nor his position as King.

“I think I’ve fallen for you..” You confessed how you felt for him and to your amazement, your spouse didn’t react like you expected. He was calm and composed, as if he had already predicted that you would tell him sooner or later. Instead of saying anything back, Loki kissed you tenderly, which confused you even further. What you didn’t know was, he felt the same way as you did, but he had never experienced anything remotely similar to this feeling, not even with Amora, so he decided to divert the subject and connected your lips together.

He was the first to pull away to tell you, “I thought I was the only one feeling those emotions, Aurelia.” He smiled while putting your stray hairs out of your face. 

“That’s good to hear, dear.” You cupped his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. Loki relished the comforting feeling the gesture provided him.  “Is that why you’ve been awfully protective of me?” You tilted your head curiously.

He awkwardly chuckled, “Guilty as charged.” He raised both of his hands.

“I appreciate it, Loki. I really do. But sometimes I have to take charge too. I’m not a damsel in distress who needs saving. I do need assistance, though, that is as far as it goes.” You placed both of your hands on his chest, trailing it down to his well sculpted abs.

“Sometimes you need to let me take the lead too..” You spoke with a sultry voice and your hands traveled south to hold onto his member, slowly stroking it while smirking at your husband.

“You are sly as a fox, pet.” He smirked before his face changed into a pleasured one, biting his bottom lip whilst you tighten your grip on him.

“Norns, doll. Where did you learn how to handle a man like this?” He rhetorically asked but you took this chance to tease him with your answer.

“I’ve been with a couple of Oralfians back home before we were betrothed to each other. There’s so much you haven’t seen and experienced from me yet.” You whispered in his ear seductively and the image of you being with others before him made Loki’s jaw clench. He was jealous, call it selfish but you were his and he doesn’t plan to share you with anyone.

“Really? Then how about..” His hand began caressing your hair before he gently circled them around your neck gently, “..you show me how you satisfied those men in the past?” You smiled widely and rolled your eyes, enjoying the sensation he was giving you.

You nodded, your eyes a bit teary as he took you down from the counter. Thank heavens there was a mat on the floor already, or else, you would have aching knees. Facing his growing length, you looked up at the God and began to stroke him again. “That’s it, be a good girl and pleasure your King.”

When you started sucking on his bright red tip, you could hear him groan in pleasure. It motivated you to take more of his shaft into your mouth. “Fuck~ There you go, darling. Just like that..” He breathlessly spoke. “No hands now. Take it all in.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair to gradually guide you into taking all of him.

You took your hands off of his member and placed them on your lap. Once your nose had touched the base of his cock, that was when you began choking and he could feel it too, he managed to blurt some words out before he moaned. “Hold it in kitten. Breath through your nose.” You calmed down and learnt to control your gag reflex, tears falling from the lack of air but it was pleasurable for you that you began dripping your dew on the mat.

You held your position for several seconds until Loki let go of his grip on you. You continued slobbering him up, hollowing your cheeks as you made him feel good. “Gosh you are doing so well.. Such a pretty view to look at.” His eyes were hazed with lust, you hummed upon hearing his compliments.

Once he was sated, your spouse pulled you up to meet his eyes. “Such a mess, doll..” His eyes averted down to your thighs and he noticed that you were basically drench with arousal. “It seems that my beautiful wife enjoys using her mouth to please me.. Am I right darling?” He snickered and began rubbing your slit with two of his fingers to which you moaned. “You’re so wet and sticky down here.. I don’t think I have to prepare you for my dick anymore.” You whimpered and held onto his forearm tightly. You were so turned on to the point where you couldn’t form words properly and the only thing that came out of you was a small, “Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?” His rubbing unceasing. Loki was entertained by your struggles, you looked so cute to him. Body arching, breath irregular and eyes completely shut. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.” He wanted you to beg, tell him to fuck you senselessly like no one has ever before.

“Please fuck me with dick Loki! I want it!” You whined and cried out. “How bad do you want it, kitten?” He kissed your cheek and jaw while constantly rubbing your slit at a static pace.

“So bad Loki! I need it inside of me now! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.” Your head was dizzy with arousal at the moment and you didn’t even realize that he had lifted you up with your legs wrapped up around his waist, his hands supporting you on your bottom.

The two of you were already inside the shower stall when he gently leaned you on the wall, away from the pouring water. Loki started kissing you hungrily as he positioned himself at your entrance and with one thrust, he had invaded your cavern. “Oh fuck! Loki~” Your breath hitched but you proceeded to giggle at him. It felt so good, so full, as if you were losing your mind.

“I’m so crazy over you.” You gazed into his eyes, it was magnificent how much your relationship had grown. Who would’ve known that you two would be indulging in shower sex right that moment. You despised him, he was annoyed with you, but life finds a way.

“And I, extremely infatuated with you.” He rested his forehead on your and began to pick up his pace, making your crease your forehead and moan. “Loki~ It feels so good..” You held on to him tightly, your hands on his nape. You couldn’t tell if it was the steam or your bodies sweating but everything glistened.

Your husband took you away from the wall and began bouncing you up and down his length. “Oh fuck.. Oh fuck..” You let out a string of curses at the motion, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. His pace was relentless at that point and he was quickly pushing you over the edge while busy chasing his own climax.

“I’m cumming Loki!” You whimpered. “Go on dear, I’m close too.” He admitted as he groaned at how much tighter you got around him.

You arched your back as your orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks. Loki followed suit after a few more thrusts, painting your insides white with his seed.

The two of you panted and tried to catch your breath after your intense lovemaking. You hugged him tightly and stayed in that position for a while until one of you broke the silence with a chuckle, it was you. “Shall we actually take a shower now?”

“Yes of course.” He grinned, slowly putting you down but your legs were wobbly and you almost fell. Thankfully he was there to catch you. “Careful, Aurelia.” You laughed at your clumsiness and hugged your spouse, tiptoeing to give him a sweet peck on the lips.

You two took a nice, warm shower, cleaning each other from the day’s sweat. You helped him scrub his back and even cheekily pinch his butt. He had a nice backside and you couldn’t help but manhandle him, he quietly enjoyed the gesture despite acting annoyed by it. He shampooed your hair and made sure to massage your head too, he knew how stressed you must’ve been, trying to adapt with life on Midgard, together with him disrupting your training sessions as well.

After the long shower with your husband, you sat on the bed and dried your hair up, smiling as you saw him get out of the shower after you. His hair was wet, towel draping around his hips and he looked so fresh.

“Why are you smiling like that? Admiring your extremely dashing husband?” He smirked as he pushed you down on the bed.

“Loki! We just did it in the shower.” You whispered, a big smile on your face.

“That was round one my darling. We’re off to round two.” You laughed at your husband’s insatiable desire for you.

“Am I really that irresistible to you? Or are you just being a horny devil?” You cupped his face.

“You’re both, my Sigyn.” Sigyn? That’s new, the nickname made your heart swell. The name was only to be used when a man values his woman greatly. It meant ‘victorious girlfriend or companion’. It also symbolizes loyalty, compassion and faithfulness in a woman. A word to never be used lightly.

“I’m your Sigyn?” You asked, unsure of what he meant by that pet name. For all you know, it could’ve been a slip of tongue.

“Yes. And I mean it with my whole heart.” He pecked your nose.

“You’ve made a new man out of me Aurelia. You gave me a new goal in life, I was always seeking for my father’s reassurance but you showed me that the only reassurance I needed was from myself. You taught me to embrace myself, I do not have to be like Thor. Even if I am the opposite of him, I am still his equal.” He affectionately gazed at you. His blue eyes and dark wispy lashes, penetrating into your soul.

“I lov-” Right before he could utter those three words, sirens began blaring, knocking you two out of your romantic daze.

“Attention to all Avengers, suit up and report to the headquarters. I repeat, suit up and report to the headquarters immediately!” Steve’s voice was heard throughout the building.

You quickly changed into your combat clothes, it matched Loki’s color scheme but it was designed differently. It was a leather tunic that fitted your body perfectly with golden holsters that hold daggers and blades for your usage. You even wore a headpiece that could double as a weapon with the horns that pointed upwards. Putting on your boots, you looked at Loki worryingly. This was your first ever war and you hoped that this wouldn’t be your last.

Holding his hand tightly, both of you rushed towards the headquarters that was two levels above the quarters. Through the large glass windows, you could see a swarm of flying objects coming out of a dark portal in the sky. Prepare for your first battle.

Chapter 4

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[warblest]

[ COSTUME  SHOPPING ]:

BETTY COOPER | NSFW HALLOWEEN PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

halloween has come to riverdale: school-children in tinsel coats and silver face-paint, miniature scarecrows with sleeves stuffed with sweet-smelling hay and itching straw, little lions with stuffed tails dragging behind them forlornly across the pavement, clumsy ghosts draped with spare bedsheets with eye-holes cut out and tripping over their own hems, witches with tiny broomsticks and pointed hats. through the shop window, kurt watches the parade of children mirthfully chattering, off to school in costume, lips slightly creased in a frown, before turning back to his wife.

betty browses through the costumes, and kurt follows her gaze to a bridal set, almost similar to what she wore for their half-hearted wedding, although there only is the barest structure of a gown: a pale lace brassiere, ribboned underwear, and frilled garters. ❝ — i think that's only the undergarments of the costume. ❞ he says, brittle. he desperately hopes that she won't wear that tonight. ❝ why — why don't you look at this dress? it's your color, and a little less...that. ❞ he strokes his fingers along a powder-pink fairy dress, smiling encouragingly. unbuckling, kurt meets betty's gaze — twin shades of marble-blue matching each other.

lowly, he mutters, so that their conversation doesn't carry to the store clerk: ❝ i know what you want me to do. but lingerie ... isn't going to entice me.❞ he can't bring himself to, to consummate their marriage. ❝ just pick out something flattering, and i'll do the same. ❞

#╳┆let us be seventeen. ❜ (verse) #╳┆cream ponies and apple strudels. ❜ (ask) #pinkxperfectionisms

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Indy could count himself a lucky man. He'd survived a war, survived a childhood with his father without either of them killing each other, managed to get himself into a prime university. And he got to fall into bed - or wherever they managed - with someone as beautiful as Thera.

At first their friendship had been tentative and shallowly physical, he would admit it. After a minor falling out, insightful reconciliation, and a lot of work regaining trust, they'd come out the other side with a stronger friendship. The physical part of things had taken a bit longer to get back into, but when they did get back to it, oh, they went all in. Sometimes there were indeed days were sex was all they accomplished, barely considering leaving whoever's apartments they were in, but they also had days where they buckled down and were serious students. Today felt like one that met somewhere in the middle.

They studied. Thera complained about a sore neck from being bent over their books for so long, and Indy had offered to massage it for her. Which led, as it so often did, to teasing kisses and caresses before he'd pulled Thera into him and she urged him back onto the couch to straddle him as they made out. His shirt and vest were hanging open, slacks half undone. Thera’s blouse and skirt had already been discarded and she was sitting up on top of him as she unfastened the front of her brassiere to let her breasts spill free to his hungry gaze.

Indy could feel his cock hardening as she cupped the fleshy orbs and pushed them together with an enticing roll of her hips. He groaned and let his hand slide up the front of her body, cupping a breast and squeezing it gently. The contrast between fine silk and smooth flesh was barely there and his other hand came up to join the first, pressing and squeezing her chest as he pressed his hips upwards. "How are you so beautiful?" he murmured before tugging the rest of her fastenings free in order to urge her down against him once more, his lips latching onto a nipple to suckle it gently.

#asks #therapardalis #chat: thera #n.sfw #Sinday touch meme

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#pixiv #anime #anime girl #art #anime art #illustration #anime illustration #artwork #anime artwork #my anime girl #enticing brassiere #pink hair #original #original illustration #original anime art

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#original #beast ears #lingerie #enticing brassiere

[yutahoes]

Music, Dance

loosely inspired by the lyrics of Music, Dance by NCT 127

pairing : gunman! Yuta x stripper! Reader

genre : smut, slight fluff

warning : Alcohol, Lap Dance, Slight striptease, Teasing, Lots of hickeys, Breast fondling and sucking, Oral - Female and Male Receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Gun, Mention of killings, Drugs, Cursing

(I would also like to warn you about a badly written scenario with a badly written smut 😅)

word count : 5.5k

(Please forgive me. I went all out and crazy over this 😭)

summary : You are his star, the hottest, the shiniest. He is your music, the only one you wanted to dance to.

For @neosmutcollective ‘s 3rd Event: Risqué

She's the star. The gem shining brighter than the lights illuminating the place. 

And his gaze can't leave her. 

The way she walked to the platform, full of confidence with a cocky expression, attracted him. She knew full well that all eyes were on her. And they are, as they should be. 

She smiled at the people before holding the pole on stage, swaying her hips along with the bass music booming through the speakers. The flickering lights made her sultry movements shine. Her haughty smile at the men who crave for her, made him breathless. As her body swayed on the music, she playfully attempted to remove her red brassiere which made the men holler. 

Who wouldn't? She's perfect. Her voluptuous body. Her sinful movements. She's addicting to look at. A real jewel. Her eyes caught his and she winked, making him smirk. A strain on his pants is evident. All this, because of her. Only her. 

His star. 

--

She smiled the moment she came inside the door of the private room. "You're here…" she started, strutting in red high heels. "Senpai." 

Yuta smirked. He might be here too often. But can he blame himself when this is the only place he can go tonight? "You don't like it?" She laughed, sitting beside him on the red velvet couch. She poured beer on his half-filled glass, drinking some and leaving a red lipstick mark on the glass then handing it to him. "You're wearing lipstick tonight." He claimed, drinking beer on the same glass. 

"I'm not in the mood for some action." She rolled her eyes, standing up. He watched as she sway her hips, walking in her red high heels to where the audio player of the room is. "The usual, isn't it?" She didn't wait for his answer as she played a sultry song with piano and keyboards in the background. He leaned on the couch, putting down the glass of beer to fully focus on her.  

The girl went up to the table, her heels clicking across the hard wood while slowly turning around the pole of said table. Her eyes stared at him, those black orbs pulling him in. Sensually, she swayed her hips downward. Her fingers majestically grasping the pole. He was enticed. Her seductive gaze. Her haughty expression. It made his pants tighter.

Noticing this, she raised an eyebrow then parted her legs in front of him while sitting on the edge of the table. She stretched one leg, her heel gliding to his thigh to his crotch. Yuta gasped. “Do you like this, senpai?” Her voice was low, laced in sex. She played with the bulging in his pants using her foot as he closed his eyes in pleasure.  

The music stopped that made her chuckle. "It’s three am, I'm done.” He’s close. Too close. “Do you need anything else?" He glared at her. She's really something. “Next time, come earlier.” She said with a smirk then showed her palm. Yuta was chuckling as he opened his wallet to pull some cash as a tip for her but she took some more from his wallet that made him shake his head. “I’ll wait for you, senpai.” She winked before standing up and walking out of the door. 

Yuta shook his head, chuckling to himself. She’s one of a kind. 

--

"Where have you been?" Doyoung asked as soon as he entered the door to their hideout. "Taeyong hyung is looking for you." 

Yuta dropped his keys on the table, opening the suitcase full of armed weapons. He took one gun, reloading some bullets. "Where?" 

"27th street," Doyoung said while looking at his computer, "12th building." The older smirked, cocking the gun he's holding. "Are you going to bring just that?" Yuta pointed his gun to the dummy on the side, pulling the trigger that the bullet shot through the middle of the dummy's forehead. 

Things were pretty bad in the 12th building. But he's not a hired gunman if he ran away. It was just two big men, why is Taeyong so scared of them? Without even a sweat, he shot both guys on the head. "Where were you?" The leader asked, getting the suitcase full of money then another suitcase with the drugs in it. "Are you with that girl again? I swear Yuta, one day I will hunt that girl down…" 

He pointed the gun on Taeyong's head, "Do that TY, and I swear the next bullet I'll shoot will be in your brain."

"So you're already crazy for this girl?" He teased but Yuta just glared at him. "Call Jaehyun, ask him to clean this up." The gunman hissed. He hated this. 

--

The next time came earlier than expected. There wasn’t much to do in the organization anyways so he watched her in her stuff, being other men’s eye candy. The thought that these sleazy men were putting their hands on her made his blood boil that he’s suddenly annoyed now. Should he kill someone today? He's been in a sour mood lately. 

“You’re early.” The girl teased as she entered the door in her red ensemble and high heels. Her lips were flaming red that made him hiss, no action. “You look unwell.” 

She swayed her hair as she opened the audio player for another instrumental music. “I’m not in a good mood today.” She turned to him, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip. 

“I can change that.” She smirked then knelt on the couch that she’s sitting on his lap. “Can you pay extra today?” Yuta nodded and she smiled. “Remove my lipstick,” she ordered. He looked at her in confusion, why wear that if she wanted it removed? “Kiss me.” 

He smirked. “That’s against the club rules.” 

“I make my own rules.” Her voice is confident. She wanted this. “Kiss me, senpai.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he leaned in to place his lips on her. She rolled her eyes when he broke the kiss, “You kiss like a dad saying goodnight to his daughter.” She leaned in to suck his bottom lip, making Yuta gasp. Her lips were so soft, her tongue slithering inside him tasting like mint, lime, and alcohol. When she break away from the kiss, she tapped his cheek. “That is how you kiss.”

She really does know how to turn around someone’s mood. But had she done this with other guys? It’s against the rules to touch a dancer inappropriately. The reason why, even if he wanted to touch her, his hands remain on his side. Naturally, it’s also against the rules to kiss the dancer, moreover sex. And she’s willing to break those rules for some cash. Is she in dire need of money? 

“I still have my lipstick,” she said while swiping her thumb against her bottom lip, a faint red stain can still be seen. “This is trouble.” He looked curiously at her. But her, wearing lipstick is so hot. “I can’t mark you.” Her voice was low, seductive. 

“Why not?”

Her lips were automatically placing small kisses on his jaw. “Your wife will see.” Yuta laughed, funny of her to think that he has a wife. "You don't? A girlfriend then?" He shook his head. 

She looked surprised and he chuckled. "Why would I be here if I have a girlfriend?" 

She raised an eyebrow at that. "You'll be surprised at how many guys here have girlfriends and wives." She sat properly to face him. "So have you danced before?" Yuta gave her a curious look. Danced? "Don't tell me you're a virgin, senpai." 

Is that what it meant? He smirked, shaking his head. "Have you danced before?" 

She beamed at that. "That's my job." She leaned closer, her lips on his neck. She sucked on his skin, letting her tongue lick the spot before kissing it. "Maybe you just need to find the correct music to dance along." She did the same to the other side of his neck, him groaning at the warmth of her mouth. 

The girl had to smile at her masterpiece, giggling at the purple marks she did to him. "It's three am. Your time is up." Her fingers trailed from his neck down to his clothed chest then to the tent of his pants, taking time in playing with his growing bulge. "You have to go back before those marks disappear, senpai." 

But his focus was on her middle finger rubbing the tip of his clothed member. He muttered a breathy curse that made her smile. Her fingers moved up to his torso that made him open his eyes. "I'll see you soon, senpai." She sucked on his bottom lip while standing up. The lack of contact made him sigh, breathing heavily as she walked out the door. 

He wanted her, so bad. 

--

The guys were staring at his neck when Yuta entered their safehouse, grinning like wolves to themselves. "What?" He asked, pissed off, then sat on the vacant spot on the chair next to Jaehyun.

Taeyong just shook his head before handing out his phone to Johnny and Doyoung. "Get ready for our next transaction two days from now." It was passed to both Jaehyun and Yuta that made the latter surprised. 

"Club Fancy?" He asked which made Taeyong nod. 

Why there? Of all the clubs in town. Why does it have to be that club? "We need you there Yuta if something happens," Johnny ordered. And he wished nothing happened. He doesn't want anything bad to happen. Especially to her. 

--

The lights were flickering as different women grace the stage with their seductive moves. But none of them fascinate Yuta. Weirdly, there are five of them in one area, drinking slowly and cautious of the surrounding. Someone here is their enemy tonight. 

When the speakers boomed a sensual song and a silhouette of the girl on the platform can be seen, Yuta sighed. “They won’t come. Let’s go.” But the four just stare at him then at the girl who was shining under the spotlight. The Japanese man hissed as he sat down, why would she wear that set tonight? All black leather, with a garter belt and pantyhose, black stilettos showing off her confidence. She's out here to take everyone's attention. 

“That’s your girl?” Johnny asked and he glared at him. 

“Let’s have a little show,” Taeyong exclaimed and Jaehyun chuckled. 

Yuta was pissed off at this point. He’s sure they’re just teasing him. Is the transaction in this club even real? Instead of enjoying himself through her little striptease, he was more than worried. He doesn’t trust these guys. What if they do something to her? 

Her eyes were glancing around, illuminated by the stage lights, as if looking for someone. Her gaze kept on looking at the area where he usually sits alone. A warm feeling crept up his body. Is she looking for him? Surprisingly, his eyes met hers and she smirked before twirling around the pole to give attention to other men worshipping her on her feet. She is. 

Once the set was finished, he told them to leave already but it was Johnny who teased that he just wanted a private time with ‘his girl’. That sounded nice. But she’s not his. 

She passed by their table with other girls and her manager but she stopped in front of them. "Senpai," she greeted that made the other guys snicker. "You're back early," Yuta smirked at her. "And you brought friends." Her eyes traveled on each of his colleagues' faces as if memorizing it. 

"It's an official business." 

"Here?" She asked then raised an eyebrow at him. "And I thought I could spend some alone time with you." She said loud enough for the other guys to hear. They only smiled knowingly at that. 

Does she really have to do it today? But two can play this game. "You want to spend some alone time with me?" 

"Of course, you're my favorite." Damn it, she's so good. He smirked at that. Her favorite. "Finish your business. I'll see you at six am later." She flipped her hair before following the group of girls to the other table. Six am? The club is already closed at that time. 

Fuck, he thought. "We need to finish early." 

--

It's two hours past the assigned time when the five decided to leave the club. Yuta's eyes wandered to her before leaving the club, another male's hand on her thigh that pissed him off. 

Taeyong stopped on his tracks when ten other guys, all clad in black, blocked their way. Yet, even if three of them are skilled in guns it's still no match to ten amateur shooters. Yuta was once again pissed off that he suffered a gunshot wound on his shoulder. Totally a first. 

He was lucky that police sirens can be heard that made everybody scram out of the place. Even if he wanted to come back inside, to make sure she's safe and to see her, he can't. Not when Johnny is already dragging him to the car while muttering how stupid it is that he got hurt. 

It annoyed him. Did he really think that he wanted this? What annoyed him the most is that he can't see her. Will she be waiting for him? Should he just go to the club and come clean to her? Tell her he's shot and maybe he can bring her to his place. But damn, with his injury he can't do anything with her. Why doesn't he even know anything about her? Name. Number. None. 

As much as it annoyed him, he waited until the bandages are gone and the wound is completely healed. Until he knew that he can hold her in his arms. He pondered whether to watch her perform, ask for a private lap dance once again, or just wait for her. Yet in the end, he wanted her alone so he waited until six am for her. Unsure if she’s here today. 

What should he tell her? Sorry that she had to wait. Did she wait? Tell her that he’s been shot. But she will surely ask what he does for a living, what happened. Is he ready to tell her everything? That he’s an evil man, a greedy man who kills people just to spend some time with her. 

There are two things that can happen when she finds out the truth. First, she’ll avoid him like the plague. He’s a dangerous man, he’ll understand. Second, she’ll stay and enter his world. And that scared him more. 

But when she went out of the club, he stopped then gaped at her. She looked different in the natural light, with less make-up and more clothes. If possible, she’s prettier. A contrast to the fox she is inside the club, an angel. In no time, he was out of his car that surprised her. She looked surprised. “Long time no see.” 

“Sorry.” The only thing he can mutter right now. “Things happened.” 

“What things?”

He can’t. If she finds out about it, she’ll be in trouble. He can’t risk that. “Just things.” He mumbled. She raised an eyebrow at him, arms crossed on her chest. “Do you need a ride home?”

A smirk appeared on her lips. “I think I want to ride something else.” Fuck, he really can’t escape her. 

--

Yuta wasn’t sure why of all the places, he brought her to his apartment. The girl marveled at how elegant everything looked, plopping herself on his couch. Yuta went to the kitchen to bring out two glasses and wine that made her giggle. Early morning and wine. “This is one amazing crib,” she exclaimed, eyes not leaving the interior of the house. “You’re a really wealthy man.” He shook his head. He’s not. “So what do you do for a living?” She asked casually, pouring wine on both glasses. 

“Things.” He took the glass of wine, drinking it without removing his eyes on her. He sat on the chair opposite her, the wooden coffee table separating them both.  

She smirked. "Will you tell me in exchange for something?" She asked in that haughty voice of her which made him nervous. Why is she so interested in the things he does? She arched her hips, pulling down her panty from under her skirt. He watched as she removed one leg then raised her other leg that has the fabric of her underwear, hanging on her foot. "So what do you do for a living, senpai?” 

Yuta laughed before taking her underwear then holding her foot. He kissed her calf, licking the skin where his lips were earlier. “I steal jewelry..” His kisses went up to her leg that he’s now kneeling in front of her. “I rob banks.” By now, his lips and tongue were on her thigh. “I deal with drugs.” 

He sucked on the skin near her throbbing core, his head under her pleated skirt. “I kill people.” A gasp can be heard but he wasn’t sure if it was because his tongue entered her or his confession. She tastes so good that it’s addicting. Her moans and her scent, indulging his senses. He held both her legs to wrap them around his head, pushing him further inside her. Her hands thread on his hair, tugging it and he smirked as he felt her clenching on him. 

He removed his tongue inside her then flicked her clit that earned a moan from her. She looked so erotic: hips arched, lips agape and, eyes closed. He wanted her real bad. He sucked on her clit, pushing a finger inside her to stimulate the spot that made her scream in no time. Her moans of pleasure were so stimulating that he pushed her to her limit. 

She shook in orgasm but he kept his finger inside her, even inserting another one. He sat on the table while watching her ride his fingers. “Senpai,” she said in a breathy moan. “Are you going to kill me?” Another finger was inserted and she grabbed his arm, the wounded arm from before. Yuta smiled, he’s relieved that he waited or else this will be trouble. Her nails dig on his flesh, turning him on. "Senpai," she called as her body squirmed for her second orgasm. 

Her breathing was ragged, heavy pants against his shoulder. “You’re really going to kill me.” 

Yuta laughed, a sound vibrating against the walls of the house. “I can’t do that to you.” The girl tapped the space on the couch next to her and Yuta obeyed, sitting next to her. She sat on his lap, her wet core rubbing against his thigh. “You really want to ride something else?” 

She grinned. “I feel safe in your lap.” That startled him. He’s not a safe man. There’s blood in his hands, a lot of people he killed. Her fingers grazed the scar on his arm. “Were you shot? That’s why it took a long time for you to come back to the club?” 

“Were you waiting?” 

“I wish you wouldn’t do something like this again.” Her lips hovering against his, “If I give you something, can you stop meeting with them?”  

Yuta smirked. She slowly removed her shirt, his hands traveling on her back and stopping to where her brassiere is. He marveled at how soft her skin is, that she is his for today. His mouth found her naked breasts, his hands on the curve of her waist. He didn't know how he managed to get her inside his room without breaking their steamy kiss but he did. A chuckle escaped his lips when she pushed him to bed, shimmying out of her skirt that she's naked now. She found her place on his lap once again, hands trailing under his shirt. 

He loved how dominant she looked while slowly removing his shirt, her fingers tracing the tattoo he had. "So hot." She whispered, licking his earlobe then heading south to trace the inks on his skin with her tongue. But she's hotter in this position that he can't help but jerk his hip up to grind on her. She moaned before licking the lines visible on his abdomen as her hands started unbuckling his belt. 

His remaining clothing was quickly discarded, his cherry cock springing hard for her. He watched as she rubbed her wet pussy lips against his length as if teasing him, staring in her haughty expression. Yuta groaned when she slowly sat on him, entering her core with ease. She's so wet and so tight. His self-control thinning out to not fuck her mercilessly on the mattress. She started riding him, controlling their thrusts. One hand was holding Yuta's chest for support, the other on the headboard as her body bounced above his. The man licked his lips. Her breasts jiggling at the motion, her mouth agape as soft whimpers can be heard, her eyes closed tight while her head rolled back. Fuck, she is so hot. 

He sat up, holding her waist to help her ride his cock while his mouth started to attack her mounds causing her to move forward. His cock hit a different angle that made her moans louder. He could feel her clenching on him that made him smirk. Already? Yuta started jerking his hip up, meeting her thrusts halfway that made her scream. His control is now gone. He just wanted her to orgasm, to make her shake in his arms. 

Her body was closer to his, nails digging on his shoulder that made him groan against her ear. She came with a shudder but he didn't stop thrusting inside her tight core. He could feel himself getting thicker by the second and with another thrust, came inside her. His lips were on her, whispering apologies for cumming inside her but she just shook her head, smiling at him. 

"Shouldn't I know your name by now?" She whispered, breathing heavily beside him. Her fingers started trailing the tattoo marks in his skin. "I can't call you senpai forever, you know?" 

Yuta chuckled at that. "If you find out my name, you wouldn't be able to escape me." 

"What if I don't want to escape?"

The guy smirked at her haughtiness. "Yuta," he whispered, lips hovering against her. "And I want you to shout that name when you cum." 

The girl giggled when he hovered above her in bed, his mouth started sucking supple marks on her skin. Her fingers thread on his hair, tugging on the strands as she kept on moaning his name over and over. It turned him on, knowing that it was her who's giving her this much. "Yuta." she whispered, “Please, Yuta." 

He started kissing her breasts then licking up to her neck. He held both her legs wrapping them on his waist before thrusting into her so deep that she screamed while fisting the bedsheets. "Now move, Yuta." He kept on slamming into her as she scratched his arm in pleasure, repeatedly whispering his name in every thrust. "Oh my God. Yuta!" She shouted while he kept hitting her pleasure spot, pushing his cock into her so deep that she started shaking in orgasm while calling for him. 

He kept giving her multiple orgasms in exchange for her calling his name, only his name as if chanting a magic spell. Yuta kept filling her up, kissing every skin in her body. He liked this feeling. That she's his. That they're the only ones who matter in the world. And he wished every day could be like this. He needed to stop working with them, put his life into order and get her out of the club. They can start a new life together and every day will be exactly like this. 

“Will you stop dancing in the club if I promise to stop doing this?” Her gaze on him was warm, looking surprised that he even said those words to her. “Let’s run away. Just you and me.” 

A heavy breath escaped her lips. "I can't." She nuzzled her head on his chest. "I still have to finish something." 

"Then I'll wait for you." 

--

He let her do what she wanted. He let her go her way, whatever she wanted, that's her. She knew where she's attracted. To the stage, with everyone's eyes on her. And Yuta had no problems with that. He'll wait for her, he promised that. 

"Why are you here?" She asked, smiling like a teenage school girl then running to him in her heels. "Did you miss me, Yuta?" she grinned, sitting on his lap. His hands were automatically on her waist, like previous nights when she did the same action. 

He thought he was okay with her like this. Clearly, he's not. 

His tongue darted out to lick a spot on her neck. "You have a hickey," he claimed while touching the spot he just licked, a faint purple bruise can be seen. 

She gulped hard. "The client paid extra so I thought it's alright." 

"Do you think it's alright?" She shook her head but he gripped her hair, pulling it. "You wanted to be a slut?" A glint appeared in her eyes and she nodded that surprised him. "Do you know what sluts do?" 

She gasped. "That's against club rules." 

"I'll pay extra since you love money so much." She gulped when he started unbuckling his belt, revealing his semi-hard cock. "Now, suck, my slut." She was kneeling in front of him. The warmth of her mouth engulfing him, the softness of her tongue in contrast with his hardness. Her hand gripped on the base of his cock as the other played with his balls. "Fuck, that's so good." He growled, tugging on her hair. 

She started using her tongue to lap him up from the shaft and tasting the precum seeping on his tip. Her hands started jerking his cock then licked the underside of his balls that made his eyes widened. Fuck, that is different. Where the hell did she learn all these techniques? A smirk appeared on her face when she returned to sucking his cock in such force that made him groan. He's so close. 

The girl started deep-throating him, pulling back then bobbing her head once again. Yuta groaned at the sensation when she bobbed her head faster, eager to get him to his release. "God." Yuta groaned, saliva dripping on his balls. "You're so good." His hand tightened on her hair as she deepthroats him once again, eyes rolling back as he felt his release that made his body tremble. 

She slurped his cum, even lapping up the tip of his cock to clean him up. He saw her gulp, swallowing the heavy load in her throat then placed a soft kiss on his cock. His thumb wiped her mouth and she sucked on the finger that made him smile. "That was the best blowjob ever." 

The girl licked her lips then smirked. "And it will cost you." Yuta took out his wallet but she slapped his hand, sitting on his lap once again. "You're gonna have to fill me up later." Is it a cum fetish? Why is she like this? 

Yuta nodded then leaned in to kiss her, tongue exploring her wet cavern. His phone rang that halted their make-out. What the hell? Why now? She stared at him and he just looked at his phone for a while, a message from Taeyong. 

He groaned which was immediately drowned by her lips, her hand taking his phone away. "What's your plan?" She whispered but he only stared at her when another message came. Taeyong gave the name of a building, telling him to come immediately. "Stay." 

"This is the last time." He kissed her once again. "I'll come back real quick." She called his name in a desperate attempt to stop him. "I promise, this is the last time." 

"Yuta, I have to tell you something." 

"Later." He kissed her again then springing into his feet, leaving her on the couch. "Wait for me." And he was out of the door in no time, phone on his ear.  

--

Another dealing and he didn't know exactly why the five of them were needed this time. When police sirens were heard, he already knew why. They're cornered. A total first. Who the fuck caused this? And why now? 

With Doyoung's quick thinking, he and Yuta had an escape on one of the backdoors. But the younger was easily caught by one of the armed men, even overhearing that they were caught because of Doyoung's phone. Yuta escaped outside, watching as the four were held by bulky policemen. This is bad. He even left his gun inside because of the commotion. 

"Stop right there.” He heard someone say. He was about to turn to know who it was when the voice continued, “Hands up.” followed by a clicking sound of a gun and cold metal on his nape. He followed the order, raising his hand above his head. A hand went on his waist as if looking for something that made him smirk, obviously a woman’s hand. 

“Go south. I might have been hiding something.” The metal behind him was pressed on the back of his head that made him chuckle. “I can give you a better night, you know?” 

“I know.” That voice. “Now move, Yuta.” Her. 

He was pushed on a wall, a gun still pointed at the back of his head. When he felt it gone, his hands were bound behind him as the cold metal can be felt on his wrists. Handcuffs. “Who are you exactly?” He wasn’t surprised when he turned to see who it was. Of course, it’s her. His star. "Is this your plan?" She remained expressionless, one hand getting out her phone while the other was on his chest to stop him from going somewhere. "All of this, pretending to be a stripper and fucking me, just to trap us? Am I an easy prey for you?" 

There was surprise in her features as she looked at him. "No, Yuta. You're not." She returned her phone back to her pocket. "You weren't our target at first but you made connections with the syndicate we're after and now, the five of you are under the radar." She explained. "I did warn you to stop meeting up with them." He rolled his eyes at that. "We should be at your place right now if you just did your promise." 

Now that he's staring, he can’t deny that she looks so good in her ponytail and black ensemble. Red lips ruining his focus as his mind whirled on those soft plump lips marking his skin. Her soft skin on his fingertips. Her warmth felt through his body. She looks different when she's serious, more charming. Hotter, even. “I genuinely like you.” 

She stepped closer and his heart skipped a beat at her scent. She’s still addicting. “So do I, Yuta.” 

"Then you should let me go." 

She shook her head. "They already saw you." Her fingers trailed from his shoulder to his chest, making him smirk. “Don’t worry. Please bear with this for a while, I’ll make sure that they will treat you well.” He raised an eyebrow at that, looking skeptical at her words. Can he still trust her? But she leaned closer, her lips sucking on a spot on his neck that made him groan. “You will miss me while in prison." She touched the hickey she just made. "So I guess I’ll have to see you before these marks disappear from your neck.” 

"You can do that?" 

"Be a good boy and I'll just might do that." He can see people walking to where they are. "I might even help you get out of prison." 

"Why are you helping me?" He asked but the girl smirked at him, "You're my music, senpai." 

“Miss Y/N.” A policeman greeted her with a salute. Yuta realized that this was the first time he heard her name. She nodded before two guys held his arm, dragging him away from her. “Chief has been looking for drug organizations for so long. It only needs her so they can get more information for other organizations.” One guy said to the other. 

“Chief was right to name her the star of the police force.” The other claimed. 

Yuta smiled. His gaze fell to her, watching as she was standing in front of someone in another police uniform. She turned to him and their eyes met that instant. Yuta smirked when she winked at him. Truly, one of a kind.   

His star. His music. 

He hoped he could dance with her again. 

#neosmutsongs #neosmutcollective #yuta smut #yuta nakamoto smut #nakamoto yuta smut #nct 127 yuta smut #nct yuta smut #nct 127 yuta nakamoto smut #nct 127 nakamoto yuta smut #nct yuta nakamoto smut #nct nakamoto yuta smut

[stingslikeabee]

@5judgements found the dancer

It was her debut night in Archades - and the single most important moment of her life leading up to that moment. The once sweet flower of Bhuerba, Lilian, had been buried in order to bring ‘Melissa’ alive - a snake with enough venom to try and bring an empire down from the inside. Announced by the Marquis Ondore as one of the finest entertainers of his homeland, he had personally made arrangements to have her begin a season in Archades as a gesture of goodwill and proof of his commitment to the rule of the Empire.

His idea bore fruit - and Melissa was placed in the heart of the enemy without an ounce of suspicion. Her bags and hotel accommodation were dutifully searched and secured, of course - but only the exquisite clothes, exotic perfumes and the expected accessories a professional dancer carried were found. For all intents and purposes, she was an interesting commodity - pleasant to look at and harmless as the colorful veils she had packed for the imperial city.

It was hardly surprising that her maiden performance was destined to the highest ranking government officers - for a country that prized exclusivity and luxury so much among its native citizens and cruelly shunned those deemed undeserving, it was expected that her first audience would be composed solely of important and trusted members of the Senate, aides to House Solidor and law enforcers such as the famed (and feared) Judge Magisters.

Besides - her act was engineered in a way to be intimate and different for every night; there were no two similar displays given the freedom she had for choreography purposes and to engage the audience. Melissa danced always barefoot, at the same level of the spectators and moving between them - while these were all characteristics of her Bhujerban craft, they also masqueraded a true purpose - to mingle, watch and entice unsuspecting individuals of interest to the Resistance. 

The Marquis had been clear in his instructions - if she was able to secure a patron in Archades, her stay there would be justified; and if she scored such a sponsor among the elite, all the better for her intelligence gathering process. It was the type of thing an Archadian individual would do - if only because of the reputation it would give him, or because of other, more carnal reasons. Ondore had not been shy about the extents that Melissa might need to go to succeed - but she paid no mind to it; for revenge, she would do anything.

By the time the lights dimmed and the small orchestra equipped with traditional Bhujerban instruments started to play, the sole beam of light was on her. Melissa was in full presentation regalia - dressed in more color than the average Archadian probably saw in a lifetime, her outfit was designed to emphasize all the right attributes: the very curvy and feminine frame, the light and loose fabric of the skirts amplifying the perception of movement, the crystal-studded brassiere with pending jewelry that highlighted how her chest moved. The dancer’s eyes observed the crowed from behind a see-through veil, evoking an aura of mystery - but she was really choosing a target.

The reactions of people looking back at her were varied - she cared nothing for the openly scandalized or merely surprised and looked for the sort of gaze that would secure her success: the hungry, ambitious ones. The Marquis had briefly counseled her - based on what the Bhujerban ruler knew, Judge Magister Ghis was one of her safest bets; and as the woman began to move in the room and had the chance to observe people more closely, she could say it had been good advice.

Yes, Ghis would do - for him, she need to look like the perfect and most beautiful flower of all Ivalice, even if in reality she was the coiled snake hiding under it.

#5judgements #v: FFXII #t: the opening night #so it begins 8) #a snake in disguise for the goose man

[oopsiedoopsie23]

Mission gone wrong | Jake Peralta x reader

A/N: Obsessed with Brooklyn 99, I’ve definitely been binging it way too much. And, I love Peraltiago so, so much but I agree, Peralta is way too charming and deserves way more love! Also I’m slowly going through my requests, so if you have sent me one, I’m gonna get through it eventually, so stay tuned my loves! And thank you for the request, babes <3

Prompt: The reader works at the 99 and goes undercover for a case as a stripper, but Jake worries when things don’t go exactly as planned (the two are dating in this imagine).

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, drugging and strippers

“Okay everyone, settle down, settle down.”

The briefing room was ecstatic, everyone muttering and gossiping to one another about the new case that they had just received this morning.

It was rumoured to be one of the largest cases that the precinct had ever seen, involving one of Brooklyn’s largest drug kingpins, and the case being handed to the 99 by the commissioner himself. 

“Charles, are you sure that you’re right?”

“Yeah Charles, us storming into a fancy Peruvian banquet to take down this guy seems really unlikely...and weird.”

“Guys! The Captain told everybody to be quiet...so be quiet!”

You and Jake turned around, facing the front of the room to look at Terry and Captain Holt, not bothering to hide the fact that the two of you were gossiping with Charles.

“Thank you, Sergeant Jeffords. As you all know, this morning our precinct received a rather large case from the commissioner so if you have all stopped gossiping and whispering amongst yourselves then, we can get started with the briefing.”

“Jeez Captain is it really that bad?”

“Excuse me, my apologies if my previous statement was rather harsh but there are um, some aspects of this case that are making me rather uncomfortable uh, Sergeant Jeffords would you give our precinct the briefing please.”

You and Jake looked at each other, the fact that Captain Holt was nervous was definitely not a good sign. 

“Damn maybe we really are going to a Peruvian banquet.” 

“Okay everyone, so today we are going to be taking down this man...” You all sit up straighter as Terry shows the precinct the photo of the convict, “His name is David Robertson, 41 years old, executive on Wall Street and one of the biggest drug king pins in Brooklyn.”

“Okay, so we have to take down the big bad wolf of wall street?”

“Hey was that a reference to that movie with Leonardo Dicaprio that we watched together?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh as Jake interrupted you, “Yeah, dang he looked good in that movie.”

“I know!” the two of you high fived before Terry continued speaking,

“L/N, Peralta, if you could keep your weird flirting and conversations ‘till after the briefing?”

“Or at home?”

“Or just not do it at all...ever.”

You and Jake smiled sheepishly as he turned to shrug at Amy and you chose to give the finger to Rosa (jokingly of course, you don’t have a death wish).

“Anyways, the good news is that the 84 has already found a lead that we can use to take down Robertson for good!”

Everyone in the room cheered and high fived at the good news.

“Wait so all we have to do is surround the location, storm in and Boom! Bad guy’s gone!”

Everyone in the room agreed and chuckled before Rosa cut in, 

“What’s the bad news Sarge?”

“...the location is Walt’s Gentlemen’s club.”

The room went silent as everyone digested Terry’s words,

“Wait so it’s a Peruvian banquet that no girls are allowed in?” Everyone groaned at Charles’ confusion causing him to let out an exasperated “What?”

“Charles, it’s a strip club not a Peruvian banquet!”

“Oh! Oh no...” 

You face palmed as Charles’ unconscious body hit the ground,

“We’ll just...give Charles a minute.”

3 hours later~

You all settled back into your seats in the briefing room, everyone once again muttering to one another about the big case.

“I mean a gentlemen’s club? This is like a case from my nightmares!”

“It’s okay Amy! Hitchcock and I were there last week, it’s very clean!”

Everyone’s faces scrunched up simultaneously in disgust and horror, “Scully! Why were you and Hitchcock at a strip club last week?”

“What? They’ve got the best chicken wings in the city!”

You hear Charles gasp dramatically, and see him place a hand on his chest in horror, “Scully! You did not just say that!”

“Okay everyone! We’ve just got word from the commissioner and we have decided that due to the importance of this case, we are turning this into a brief undercover mission.”

“Wait...so does that mean that Boyle and I are gonna get to dress up in the suit that I wore to my Nana’s funeral and eat some chicken wings while some ladies are sliding on poles?”

“Or, does that mean that we’re gonna have to watch Amy talk about personal hygiene as she attempts to slide down a pole?”

You try your best to hold back your laughter as Amy blushes and stutters after Gina.

“Actually...we were thinking of having someone else go undercover...”

You and Rosa immediately gave each other the look, knowing that with both of your skills, experience and luck, it was probably going to be one of you.

Before Holt or Terry can continue talking about the case, you and Rosa simultaneously stick your fists out, preparing for an intense game of rock, paper, scissors,

“You know the drill, L/N.”

“Loser has to work this brilliant, but extremely embarrassing and demeaning case that would ruin either of our reputations, you’re on Diaz!”

You feel Jake began to bounce in your seat in anticipation behind you,

“C’mon Y/N you got this! Make me proud, honey!”

“C’mon Rosa! Don’t let them win! I may have lost my bet against Jake but you can still take down Y/N! Don’t let another one of them get away!”

Everyone stares at Amy, with her sudden outburst of intensity, “Jeez Santiago, you good?” 

“Y-yeah I’m fine Sarge, just really into this game of rock, paper, scissors, you know? I just uh, really want to see who gets to work the pole?” Amy stutters, clearly flustered but is luckily saved by Holt,

“Actually, Santiago this time it isn’t up to a wager of rock, paper, scissors to deci-”

“Okay everyone! My name is Jake Peralta, I’m your host this evening, and welcome to the annual, L/N, Diaz showdown, this time to decide who gets the pleasure of pretending to be a...drum roll please, Boyle...lady of the night for a bunch of sketchy drug dealers and pervy old men!”

“What’s a lady of the night?”

“Oh not now Boyle!”

“In this corner, she is the reigning rock, paper, scissors champ, who would make the most terrifying pole dancer ever...Rosa Diaz!”

Cheers are heard throughout the room as Rosa cracks her knuckles, preparing for the game.

“And in this corner, she has the best taste in men and after the last fight, had to pretend to be married to Hitchcock, and did I mention is my hot girlfriend...Y/N L/N!”

Cheers are also heard throughout the room as Jake echoes your name dramatically and you nod your head at Rosa in acknowledgement.

“Okay fighters, on shoot,  ready?”

The two of you shake hands as you feel everyone slightly tilt forward to get a good view of your matchup.

“Rock...Paper...Scissors...Shoot!”

On cue, you quickly lay your hand flat in a paper formation as Rosa balls her hand into a fist, signalling rock.

“YES!”

“And our winner by paper...Y/N L/N!”

Everyone claps and cheers as Jake raises your arm into the air and you take a bow, smiling as Rosa groans and puts her head in her hands.

“Actually detectives, the commissioner and I have already decided that the best choice for this undercover mission would be, Detective L/N.”

“Wait, what?”

“B-but I won the rock, paper, scissors!”

“You all realize that this is an extremely important case which your petty game has no impact on right?”

You open your mouth again in protest when Holt cuts you off,

“It is only used for small, un-important cases like homicides.”

You groan as Rosa snickers,

“Ha! Y/N still has to pretend to be a stripper!”

“Terry you can’t possibly agree, I mean you told me that Rosa used to do ballet, right? You’ve got dance experience surely you’d be a better stripper than me!”

Terry’s eyes widen as Rosa growls at him, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/N um, I’m sure you’d be a great stripper, m-much better than Diaz.”

you sigh, letting your head fall onto the table, feeling Jake feverishly pet your shoulder as Holt dismisses the meeting.

“On the bright side, you’ll look hot?”

“Not the time, Jake.”

Another 3 hours later~

“Ugh, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!”

“But you look amazing! That brassiere really brings out your eyes!”

“Charles! Why are you looking at my girlfriend’s brassiere?” 

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend and his best friend begin to argue over the pronunciation of brassiere, instead choosing to prepare yourself for the hours of hell ahead of you.

“Damn L/N you look hot.” you smirk at Rosa, giving your friend a salute.

“Yeah um, the mascara was a good touch.”

You chuckled at how uncomfortable Amy was with you standing in the bullpen practically half naked.

Then, Holt walks in with Terry and the commissioner by his side, seemingly re-discussing the case,

“Okay team, you all know the drill, L/N will go in, pretending to be an employee at our target’s location, and flirt with the target, enticing him to go to a private room in the back and Peralta and Boyle will also be undercover as fellow customers as another set of eyes in the room. Diaz, Santiago, Jeffords and I, along with a task force from the 84 will then surround all the exits as L/N finds a way to distract him, then when he tries to run we got ourselves a convict.”

You all cheer, and suit up (or in your case put on a flimsy trench coat), preparing yourselves for the mission.

“Hey, are you okay?” you look over and see Jake watching you with worried eyes,

“Yeah...just nervous.” you chuckled nervously, fiddling with your hands.

“Hey, look at me, you’ll be fine, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.”

He gently takes your hands in his, making you smile at the sweet gesture,

“I’m more nervous about having to dance half naked in front of a bunch of strangers than being surrounded by a bunch of drug dealers.”

Jake laughs, making you smile as he gives you a quick peck to your forehead.

“Promise me that you’ll close your eyes?”

“Oh no way! This is my one chance to watch you perform!”

You dramatically gasp, lightly smacking his chest as the two of you burst out laughing once again,

“Will you at least make sure that Charles closes his eyes?”

“Oh yeah, for sure, that’s disgusting.”

The two of you stay silent for the rest of the short car ride, choosing to instead, hold hands and pretend to listen to Charles list off all of the restaurants that should rightfully be named the best in the city.

“Alright, we’re here, you know what to do. Good luck L/N.” 

You nod at Holt with a slight smile gracing your lips, as you step out of the car as gracefully and seductively as you could, and walking into the club.

As you walk in, you let your eyes momentarily adjust to the dark lighting, subtly dropping your trench coat to the floor, attempting to blend in with the rest of the half naked ladies walking around.

You grab a nearby tray of drinks and begin to circle the club, trying your best to act as if you weren’t about to barf from all of the sleazy looks you were getting.

“Hey gorgeous, over here!”

You turn your head and see David Robertson himself, sitting with a group of large men, calling you to him.

You gulp and tense but instantly relax as you see Jake and Charles walk through the door, both failing miserably to look as if they belonged at the club.

You give a slight nod to them as you strut over to Robertson’s table, putting your best flirty smile on your face (the one you give Jake when you try to talk him out of forcing you to watch Die Hard for the 1000th time).

“Hello Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”

“You must be new around here, we come here every night and we haven’t seen you around before.” you inhale as all of the burly men chuckle as if the comment was funny.

“Well I’m new here so, you probably know this place better than I do.” you giggle

The men chuckle once again, one of them even tossing you a dollar bill,

“I like you, what’s your name sweetheart?”

“Sugar...” you lean forward, trying your best to seduce the man, “Because I’m sweet...and once you taste me you can’t get enough.” 

You swear you can hear a gasp and a “Oh that’s good!” from Charles behind you but you pretend like it didn’t phase you at all,

“So...Sugar...you got any moves?”

“Well sir, I’m not like other girls here...I only dance in private, it makes things a lot more...interesting.”

“Ooh, now I like you even more!”

You smile as your target takes out his wallet, placing a black card on the table, clearly taking you up on your offer.

But as you lean back, holding your hand out for the man to take, Robertson instead pushes forward two glasses filled with a dark liquid, clearly signalling that he wants you to take one.

You try hiding your shock from the gesture and quickly try finding an excuse for not drinking the unknown drink...and whatever substances may be in it.

“I’m not so sure about that...I’m on the clock, you know.” You give another flirtatious smile, hoping that it will get you out of the situation.

“Well sweetheart, no drink...no deal.” You gulp as you watch him dramatically slide his card away from you as the last words leave his mouth.

You tilt your head slightly, to take a look at Jake and Charles, one of which has chicken sauce all over his face and the other who is feverishly shaking his head no.

But if I don’t do this, this whole case may go to waste.

You look away from Jake, looking Robertson dead in the eye once again,

“Oh the things we do for a little fun hm?” you attempt to say nonchalantly.

You slowly wrap your hands around the small glass, trying your best to identify whatever’s inside of it, before tilting it upwards and letting the burning liquid slide down your throat.

You watch as your target quickly does the same, before slamming his card on the table and letting you guide him to the back into a small room.

You feel your head become slightly dizzy and your throat burns from whatever was in the glass, the side effects becoming so severe that you barely notice that you’re now in the back room.

Focus L/N, focus.

You try to stand up straight and keep your vision clear as you watch Robertson begin to unbuckle his pants and take out a bunch of small containers of substances from his pockets.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well...sugar I’m just preparing for a bit of fun...I mean this is what I paid for right?”

You gulp, praying that Jake and Charles and everyone else on the team were in their positions by now, you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer.

“Um, sorry Robertson but no, I don’t think this is what you paid for.”

The man freezes and tenses, clearly shocked from your answer,

“H-how do you know my name?”

You try to stand up straight once again, trying to look as strong as possible,

“Because of this...” you hold up your badge.

Robertson’s eyes widen and he scrambles as he tries to make a break for it. 

You immediately chase after him, watching as he finds the nearest exit door, pushing it open, and sprinting out.

“Freeze! This is the NYPD, David Robertson, put your hands in the air!”

You watch smugly as he reluctantly puts his hands in the air, surrendering himself to your colleagues. That is until, your knees begin to buckle and your dinner start to come back up.

Jake, who was right behind you, is quick to notice and guides you to a nearby bush, holding your hair back as you begin to vomit.

“Jeez, was it really that bad in there?” you hear Rosa walk up to you, disgust laced in her voice,

“No, she drank some sketchy drink from that Robertson dude.”

“What? Y/N what the hell? That could’ve been poisoned!” 

You gag and feel a gentle pat on your back, before sitting back down on the curb, not caring if you were still half naked.

“H-he wouldn’t go with me if I didn’t take it...I didn’t want the whole case to be a bust.”

You gratefully smile as you feel Jake’s jacket wrap around your shoulder,

“That was stupid...but brave, L/N.”

You jokingly swat Amy’s hand away as she tries grabbing onto your wrist, to check your pulse,

“I’m fine Amy, I’m alive.”

Rosa takes your terrible humour as a sign that you’re better, and signals for Amy to give you and Jake some space.

“So...since you just barfed your dinner all up, you wanna get something to eat?”

#jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta imagine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn 99 imagine #imagine #fanfiction #andy samberg #andy samberg imagine #andy samberg x reader #oopsiedoopsie23

[chrysalispen]

WIP wednesday: borealis, prompt #5

this one’s gonna get spicy eventually. vague spoilers for 5.0. 

NSFW. text is below the cut.

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“Nero?”

“Yes?”

She said, in a very small voice, "Could you hold me, please?"

The added weight rolled over the mattress towards her and his arms draped over hers, the press of lean chest and trim hips against her back, long legs tucked behind her knees. Aurelia sighed and shifted backwards to mold herself against his body, aching for the simple pleasure of close contact; she had sorely missed such things but was not comfortable enough to ask any of her fellows, and Ardbert would not have been able to touch her at all without consequence.

(She hadn't dared to even consider asking Emet-Selch for such a thing. That, as matters had turned out, was a box best left unopened.)

"Thank you," she murmured. She felt Nero's arms tense for a brief moment before the weight of his chin came to rest very gently against her head. "I know you still have work to do."

"Just a draft revision." His breath- warm, familiar- wafted against her hair. "I wager it shan't take long to complete."

She wriggled her hips a bit, trying to make herself more comfortable in the dip of the mattress. By itself this wouldn't be enough to dispel her exhaustion nor her soul-deep sorrow, and she knew that. She had hardly expected his touch to be a panacea. But oh, to be held like this after weeks alone of lying in a cold bedroll, covering her eyes with one of her well-worn kerchiefs so the eternal light wouldn't deny her sleep--it was as close to bliss as she could conceivably-

"Unless you've taken a notion to do far more than simply lie abed and have a chat," the light timbre of his tenor was half-muffled in the pillows, "I am going to have to ask you to stop moving."

"What? Why- oh." The hand that had rested on her waist dropped to her hip and braced, and she let out a tiny choked noise from the back of her throat. "Right. Sorry."

A soft laugh. "The cold shower will be worth the time spent."

Deft fingers skimmed the hem of her shorts and stroked her thigh, tracing small patterns along smooth skin. The shiver that followed in his wake was a pleasant one, heat brimming just behind his touch like a warming kettle, and she suddenly wondered how long it had been since- "...Well, we don't have to just lie here if you'd rather not, you know."

"As much as you've slept since your return I had thought it best not to raise my hopes." That long sigh, falsely aggrieved as she knew it was, brought a small but genuine smile to her lips. "However, if you insist upon my attentions I should be well pleased to oblige you."

"I'm not so tired I can't-" and before she could elaborate he was kissing her, slow and deliberate and hungry, stoking those small sparks to a fire. The hand that roamed upwards from her waist moved with another lazy cant of his hips, gathering a handful of fabric and setting her skin to tingling with a pleasant friction that spread down her limbs.

Aurelia bore down into the next rocking movement against her back. Her smile spread against his mouth at the sharp inhale that followed.

"Minx," he growled. "You're lively enough to attempt enticement, at the very least."

"One might almost think you missed me," she whispered archly. One hand moved to the neat row of buttons on her shirt, swiftly slipping each free from their confines with a touch as light and exacting as threading a needle. His fingers made short work of the front clasp of her brassiere, palm flattening against her sternum and calluses rough upon the scar there, moving up and up and briefly wrapping about her throat before sliding downwards once more. "What did you get up to while I was gone?"

The teasing little tug on her nipple in tandem with a tiny sting against her neck seized her focus; her breath left her lungs in a soft and narrow wheeze and a shudder wracked her willowy frame, levin and delicious, at the slow pull of his mouth. 

"Running wire drops with Garlond through the middle of the godsdamned Burn. Among other things." 

Those biting kisses would be marks later, she knew, blooming like summer roses across her neck and shoulders. His thumb rolled over the taut bud of her nipple one last time before his hand made its way back down towards her hips, warm and unhurried, fingertips tracing the soft skin below her navel. 

A low moan escaped her lips, a pleased and resonant hum in her ears.

"Did you sleep?"

"Not much. ...A little. Dreamed about you, once or twice."

"How did you know-" Warmth and pressure, his hand slipping between her thighs. Her voice cracked, "-know it was me? Might've been Cid."

"Typically speaking," he drawled against her neck, "Garlond is not wont to frolic naked in endless fields of flowers."

#nero/wol #aurelia laskaris #was in the mood for cuddles leading to other things LOL so here you go #spicy wips #tagging all my writer buds

[neo-crimson-palace]

👙-Haru when she's with Akira

-Favorite Outfit

“Oh that’s easy, sometimes it’s a simple brassiere lingerie set,” Giggled the lovely Okumura, “After all there’s nothing wrong with going with the classics, to get the job done. And I know for a fact that Akira never seems to mind it when I decide but this beauty out for him.” 

Even as she said this, the Okumura Heiress was posing in front of a full-body mirror in a light pink lacy bra and panties combo, with some light pink stockings to complete the outfit. Her panties conforming wonderful to the shapely ass the girl sported, offering a nice enticing jiggle, while her breast was barely contained by the bra she wore. Oh yes, Akira was definitely going to enjoy this. 

#Persona Smut #Haru Okumura #Akira Kurusu #Ask Prompt