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New Romantics

“every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream”

•pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Hughes!reader||Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader

•series summary: Y/n Hughes, twin sister of Jack Hughes, accepts an invitation to move in with Trevor and Jamie after she’s forced to move to Anaheim for a job. Despite her older brother’s opinions, the young woman finds herself falling for both of her roommates…but which one does she fall for the hardest?

•chapter summary: The time comes for you to finally move out to Anaheim! Your roommates take you out after you get settled in and you spend the night with a special someone...

•word count: 3.4k

•warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, lots of flirting, I think thats about it tbh

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August 19, 2023

"There she is!" Trevor exclaimed, beaming as he watched you get out of your car. He uncrossed his tanned arms and pushed himself off the side of the building he was leaning on and started to make his way over to you. You giggled softly at the boy, closing the driver door shut before you met him in the middle.

"Hi Z," you mumbled into the hockey players chest as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn't help but notice how the butterflies swarmed in your belly at the feeling of Trevors arms wrapped securely around your body. He obnoxiously swayed you side to side as he hummed.

"I was starting to think you weren't going to make it."

It took you a total of two days to make it out to California from the lake house in Michigan. You told Trevor you'd try your best to make it in twenty four hours, but traveling by yourself across the country wasn't the easiest. Between the traffic, the "jet lag", and not getting more than six hours of sleep in the last forty some hours, your one day trip turned into a two, almost three day trip. Even though you were exhausted from the trip, you're just happy to finally be in Anaheim.

You pulled away from Trevor, rolling your eyes playfully as you spoke, "Yeah because I'd give up the once in a lifetime opportunity to live with you and your boyfriend."

It was Trevor's turn to give you a playful eye roll. He lightly shoved your shoulder as he did so, "And to think you were starting to become my favorite Hughes."

"Awe, that's too bad. Poor Trevy is going to have to settle with Jack." You traced a tear rolling down your cheek as you frowned at him. Trevor let out a laugh, his nose scrunching up in the cutest way that made the butterflies appear once more. You giggled softly at the boys reaction before you spoke again.

"But speaking of your boyfriend," you eyed Trevor, smiling as you saw watched him shake his head at your teasing, "where is he? I haven't seen Jamie in such a long time."

The sound of a door closing caused you and Trevor to snap your heads over to the front door of the condo. Jamie walked out, running his hands through his dark hair as he walked over to where you and Trevor stood.

"Took you long enough Jimmy." Trevor teased as he clapped his best friends upper back. Jamie smiled sheepishly as he apologized, "Sorry, I was cleaning up a bit and then my mom called."

A small smile pulled at your lips as you noticed the pink hue that was slowly appearing on the boys pale cheeks. Jamie's blue eyes flickered over to you, his blush deepening when he made eye contact with you.

"Hi Jamie," you said with a smile as you waved at him, "it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Y/n." He replied softly.

Jamie Drysdale was one of the sweetest guys you've ever met. He was a little bit shy, and a tad closed off—he'd only talk to you if you talked to him first. At least, that's how it was when you first met him. He's seemed to have gotten better about the closed off part, however, he was still just as sweet as you remembered him to be.

The two of you moved in sync, reaching out to hug one another. Jamie's embrace was warmer and gentler than Trevor's was, despite the fact that he had bigger arms than the brunette did. You pulled away from him, both of you still wearing the soft smiles on your faces the way you did before hugging.

As the two of you pulled away, Trevor cleared his throat and gestured toward your vehicle. "Why don't we start taking your stuff inside? Jimmy and I can bring boxes in while you look around the place."

You smiled, nodding as you spoke, "That'd be great guys, thanks."

The two hockey players nodded, both of them wearing soft smiles on their faces as they gazed at you. You could feel yourself starting to grow flustered from the attention from both Trevor and Jamie.

No, you scolded yourself, quit. They're your roommates, get used to it.

You internally composed yourself, making sure Trevor and Jamie didn't notice your brief flustered response from their actions. Thankfully, the two didn't pick up on it because they were already unloading your belongings from the trunk of your car and the u-haul trailer. As the boys unpacked all of your boxes, you made your way into the condo to check out your new home for the next twelve months.

The condo was very nice, much nicer than you were expecting. You don't know what you were expecting though, these were luxury apartments after all. You walked further into the entryway. To your left was the living room. There were pictures hung up on the walls, each one having both Trevor and Jamie in it somehow. There were framed jerseys from their rookie seasons with the Ducks on either side of the TV, which you thought was a neat thing for the boys to do. You smiled softly at the cozy living room before you continued your self lead tour through your new home. There was vinyl flooring throughout the entire apartment, with light gray painted walls. The sofa was a cream color with a gray sherpa throw blanket draped over the side. The kitchen wasn't too dirty, but it could definitely use some cleaning. You turned a corner and walked down the hallway. You glanced into Trevor and Jamie's rooms, grimacing slightly as you saw the unmade beds a cereal box sitting on Trevor's beside table, and three half full water bottles on Jamie's floor. The condo was nice, but you could definitely tell boys were the only ones living there.

As you turned back around and left the hallway with the boys rooms, Trevor and Jamie stood in the kitchen with their arms crossed over their chest as they watched you look around your new home. They had finished bringing in all of your belongings, scattering them around the entry way and living room. Trevor uncrossed his arms and ushered you over to him and his best friend.

"Here, we'll show you your room." The hockey players walked out of the living room and jogged up the stairs. You followed behind them, the three of you turning right and walking down a hallway. There were two rooms, one was a decorated guest bedroom, while the other was completely empty, besides a queen sized bed with a simple gray bed set. Trevor and Jamie walked into the room, standing to the side so you could walk in too. The bed frame was pushed up against the middle of the wall, while the dresser and closet were directly across from the bed. You smiled as you looked at the empty room. You could definitely make this work.

"It's nothing like your room at the lake house," Trevor spoke, a smirk on his face, "pink sheets, flowers everywhere, and the occasional picture of me."

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head playfully as you turned to look at the brunette.

"You and Jack," you corrected, playing along with Trevor. You continued, "and Quinn and Luke. Oh! And maybe Cole and Turc too."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Trevor chuckled, waving you off before he continued, "anyways, it's nothing like your room at the lake house, but I think it'll do."

You nodded at his words, smiling softly. You looked between Trevor and Jamie as you spoke sincerely, "It's perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you guys letting me move in with you, means a lot."

"It's no problem," Jamie said with a smile, "Even though Z didn't really let me have a say in this." he elbowed his best friend in the side, making Trevor feign hurt. You chuckled softly at the boys in front of you. Jamie's smile widened at the sound of your laughter.

"I'm glad to have you here." The dark haired boy finished softly. Trevor joined in, "We're both glad to have you here, Y/n/n."

You smiled at their sincerity. You knew living with Trevor and Jamie as their third roommate would make your time in Anaheim much smoother. California was a lot different than Michigan, but being with Trevor and Jamie made things more manageable already.

You walked up to the hockey players standing near the doorway, wrapping your arms around both of them. As soon as your body was on theirs, they instantly wrapped an arm around you, squeezing you gently.

"Thanks boys," you said, sighing softly as you pulled away from them, "wanna help me bring some boxes up here?" Both Trevor and Jamie nodded as they moved out of the way, letting you leave the room first. They followed behind you down to the living room, helping you bring boxes full of your belongings back up to your room.

For the next two hours, you, Trevor and Jamie started unpacking your boxes and setting up your room. While you and Jamie unpacked boxes and sorted through what belongs where, Trevor made your bed and fixed the dresser--which you discovered was broken when you tried to put your clothes away.

You laid flat on the vinyl floor, huffing out a sigh as your body hit the floor with a light smack. You brought your hands up to your head, groaning softly as you rubbed your eyes. Jamie chuckled from beside you as he looked down at you laying on the floor.

"I forgot how exhausting it is to unpack." You mumbled out as you rubbed your hands down your face. You definitely ruined your makeup, but you didn't care. All you cared about at the moment was getting unpacked and settled in.

Trevor plopped down on the floor next to you and Jamie. He too huffed out a sigh as he laid down on the hard floor of your bedroom.

"It is a lot of work," Trevor said before he got up on one arm and looked between you and Jamie, "why don't we take a break, get some dinner or something."

That sounded like a great idea. You haven't had anything to eat since you stopped at Starbucks this morning before you even entered the state of California. You sat up from your laying position, nodding at Trevor's suggestion.

"Sounds good to me. I have to return my U-Haul by seven anyways, so that would work perfect." Trevor clapped, "Perfect. Let's go then." He stood up from the floor, stretching his limbs as he spoke, "I could go for a burger, what about you guy?"

"Burgers sound great, bud." Jamie nodded as he too stood up. Trevor held his hand out for you. You grabbed a hold of it as he helped you up from the floor.

"Y/n," he asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you, "burgers?"

Your stomach growled, answering Trevors question for you. Trevor and Jamie both chuckled. "I'm taking that as a yes," Trevor said, still chuckling, "let's go."

The three of you left your room and headed downstairs to leave for dinner. Trevor volunteered to drive your car, which you happily let him because your right leg still had a cramp from all of the driving you've been doing the last couple days. Trevor got into the drivers seat, while you tried to sit in the back so Jamie could sit next to his best friend.

"No," Jamie said softly, taking your hand off the handle to the backseat passenger side, "you take the front."

"You sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah," he opened the door for you, "it's your car, you shouldn't have to sit in the back." You smiled warmly at the Canadien, "Thanks Jamie."

You swore your heart swelled from how sweet Jamie was.

The two of you got into the car and buckled your seatbelts. Once you were all settled in, Trevor turned the car on and put it in reverse. As he was getting ready to pull out of the parking spot, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift began playing.

"Ohoho," Trevor chortled as he reached to crank the volume up to 12, "this is my favorite song. He said lets get out of this town..."

You and Jamie made eye contact in the mirror, smiling softly at each other as you laughed at Trevor's attempt to sing along with Taylor.

You were already loving Anaheim.

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“Oh my god,” you laughed as you covered your mouth with your hand, “there’s no way she said that.”

Trevor giggled beside you, scrunching his nose up, “She did.” The two of you were laughing messes, trying to catch your breath as he finished speaking. You had gotten back from dinner at In-N-Out and dropping your U-Haul trailer off about an hour ago. As soon as you got home you finished setting up your room, and now you and the boys were sat on the couch drinking beers and sharing embarrassing bar stories.

“Oh my god you guys,” Jamie groaned, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Trevor quit laughing, giving Jamie a look of disbelief, “Her completely missing your terrible joke and saying she’d never fuck you because she doesn’t sleep with Canadians? I’d say that’s pretty bad.”

Jamie stayed silent as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He knew Trevor was right. His bad attempt at flirting with the first girl he saw at the bar a couple weeks back was pretty bad.

“You just have no rizz Jimbo.” Trevor shrugged as he sipped his beer.

“It’s alright Jamie,” you smiled, reaching out to lightly tap the boys shoulder, “I’ll let you practice on me.”

Jamie chuckled softly, a light blush making its way onto his cheeks at your words. “Thanks Y/n.” he replied, nudging you gently with his shoulder. Your expression matched his as you joking replied, “Anytime.”

You leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and letting out a yawn. You were exhausted. It had been a long couple days and you were ready to finally sleep in a decent bed. Your eyelids fluttered open and you checked your watch, seeing that it was well past nine. You usually stayed up later than this, but with the time difference and the traveling, you knew it would be best to go to bed. You got up from your spot on the couch, telling the both of the boys goodnight. They each gave you soft smiles as they told you to sleep well, and that if you needed anything don’t be afraid to wake them up.

You laughed at that, knowing you’d be just fine—but you appreciated their offer. You went upstairs and got ready for bed. Once you were under the covers and your head hit the pillow, you were instantly in a much needed deep sleep.

Until you weren’t…

Your eyes snapped open and suddenly you were wide awake. Every ounce of tiredness you felt just three hours earlier was completely gone. You turned to your left side, huffing out a sigh as you adjusted your pillow. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep.

However, twenty minutes had passed since you woke up and you were growing even more restless. You were tossing and turning every couple minutes and your eyes just didn’t want to stay closed. You’d get this way every once in a while, and you knew there was only one solution to make you sleep. You tapped on your phone screen, groaning when you saw the time. You didn’t want to wake the boys, but they did say to wake them up if you needed anything…

You pulled the covers off your body and slid out of bed. You left your room and quietly headed downstairs, careful not to wake Jamie as you walked past his room and into Trevor’s. Every once in a while at the lake house, you and Trevor would sleep together. Neither of you could explain why, but something about just being in the same bed as each other was comforting and helped you both sleep when you needed it the most.

You walked into Trevor’s room with soft footsteps, careful not to wake Trevor just yet. You walked further into his room, smiling as you looked at the peacefully sleeping boy on the bed. Trevor's light brown hair was messy, sprawling over his white pillow and one bare arm that was tucked underneath his head. You almost didn't want to wake him, but you knew he wouldn't mind. The two of you did this with each other all the time. It was harmless, but your brothers and best friend all thought otherwise. Yeah, you and Trevor were extremely flirty anytime you were around each other, but neither one of you dared to move because it would never happen.

You took a step forward, grimacing and closing your eyes tightly when you heard the floor creak beneath you. The sound caused Trevor to stir a bit before reluctantly opening his eyes. He sat up in bed, squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

"Y/n," he called out softly, "is that you?"

"Yeah," you responded quietly, "sorry Trev, I'll leave. I didn't mean to-" "No, no, stay." Trevor cut you off as he pulled the covers off his bare chest and waved you over to the bed. "Please?"

You smiled softly and walked over to him, climbing in and laying down on the empty side of his queen sized bed. Trevor laid back down, motioning for you to come closer to him. As if it was second nature for both you and Trevor, you pushed yourself against his bare chest and let his arms wrap around your body. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. He pulled you closer into his body as your legs intwined with his. Trevor pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he reached out to take one of your hands in his. The two of you hummed softly, the feeling of your bodies spooning was complete bliss.

"I'm sorry for waking you Trevor. I just couldn't sleep."

You felt Trevors chest rumble against your back from his chuckle. "Don't be sorry," he replied softly, nuzzling his face affectionally into your hair, "I don't mind at all."

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "I know you'd do the same for me." You nodded, smiling softly as you replied, "I would."

"Cuddling with you is my favorite thing in the whole world." He said as he gave you a gentle squeeze.

"The whole wide world?"

"The whole wide world."

"Even more than hockey?" You asked, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Nothing is better than hockey, baby. Sorry."

Baby. It made your heart drop as the butterflies swarmed in your belly. But you knew he didn't mean anything behind it...

"Damn," you sighed, teasing him, "and suddenly I go by hockey."

"Nah, you can't go by hockey." Trevor said, shaking his head in disapproval. "Why not?" You asked playfully.

"Because I'd never play you."

You scoffed out a laugh before letting out an "oh my" under your breath. Trevor chuckled along with you. He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your soft skin before setting your hand back down.

"That was smooth Zegras," you said, "very smooth."

"Thank you, thank you. Gotta tell Jimmy to use that one at the bar next time we go."

You laughed at the idea, "There ya go."

You and Trevor chuckled one last time before silence soon filled the room. You felt your eyes flutter closed as you spoke softly to Trevor. "Thanks for letting me sleep with you Z."

"Anytime. 'S what I'm here for," Trevor said before he kissed the top of your head. He pulled back mumbling "Goodnight, pretty girl." before the two of you drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each others arms.

hi loves!!

trevor and y/n at the end👀 we’ll see what happens there…we can’t forget about jamie baby ;)

BUT i finally posted the second chapter of this series after like what two months? crazy lol. i struggled with writers block for a bit and then college just got to me and i was SO busy! but now im on break for a few weeks, so im hoping to get caught up on everything ive gotten behind on

i’m hoping to update this a couple more times in the next few weeks, so stay tuned! i’m so excited for you guys to read what i have planned, whether your a trevor girlie or a jamie girlie or BOTH like me, i think you’ll really enjoy it😉 it’s a shorter series so things will move a bit fast, too.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH🤍 i need them back right now, i miss them

anyways, thank you so much for reading loves! your support means the world. you’re the best!🫂🤍

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beansricejc · 2 months

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Headcanon: Keanu Reeves's characters as University Students.

what an amazing prompt omfg! CW: cursing, implied homophobia, vulgar descriptions of drug use

JOHN CONSTANTINE - Religious Studies / Parapsychology. His parents would roll their eyes and friends would laugh at such a degree to work towards. “You’re kidding.” John’s dad would grumble, scoffing as his swigs a beer. “You might as well just become a priest and swear off chasin’ tail. What the fuck even is… parapsycholo-“

“I’d be studying psychic or paranormal phenomena, for your information.” John would groan, snatching his dad’s cigarette box from the porch table and lighting one up. His father, an even more cynical asshole (if you can believe it) than him, laughed in disbelief.

“You’re seriously wasting your prime years on bein’ a ghostbuster?” His dad snickered, then calling John an unsavory, homophobic slur, as per usual. These talks he has with his father always end up with one of them getting a bloody nose and their ass kicked. This time, it’s his drunk of a father.

Who knew that would end up helping him in the long run, with casting demons out of little girls and helping twins in the afterlife?

KEVIN LOMAX - Law/Finance. Of course this big shot lawyer is going to have a law degree, duh. But I also envision something else. I can picture Kevin pulling a Jordan Belfort, scamming rich fools into investing into shitty companies. Money laundering, tax evasion, snorting cocaine out of a hired woman’s ass, all at the top of a sky scraper in the financial district in the Big Apple. He definitely skipped class to sleep in or recover from a previous night’s partying. It didn’t matter though, Kevin is stupidly smart and hardly needs to study to pass any sort of exam.

NEO - Computer Programming. Do I even have to explain this one? Late nights, redbull, he’s gotta pass somehow, and these classes are making Neo work for it.

JACK TRAVEN/JOHNNY UTAH - Criminal Justice. These boys in blue were at the top of their class at their respective programs, Utah for the FBI, and Traven for the LAPD police academy. It always helps to have a bit of book smarts to go along with their pretty faces.

JOHN WICK - Our favorite Russian assassin didn’t go to college, we already know this. However, if he did, I can see our man going in for a History or English degree. Years pass and he graduates, getting a job at some middle school out of state to get far away from his past life as he can. Mr. Wick is a fantastic teacher, the boys think he’s cool as hell and the girls think he’s scary but unfortunately he knows what he’s doing. Mr. Wick has already promised himself never to mix personal life with his job, just like he did in the past when he did hits for a living. That is until parent-teacher conferences happen at the end of the semester. When one of his favorite kiddos brings in their single mom, and he can barely hold it together in front of her.

Embarrassing.

#jw #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #keanu reeves #keanu #ask me!#constantine 2005 #john constantine #jack traven #speed #Point Break #johnny utah #kevin lomax #Devil’s advocate #the matrix #Neo Anderson #keanuverse

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nwheregirl · 8 months

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Assigning specific gifs with specific scenarios to Yandere!Keanu characters: (requested by @gea-chan96 🖤/ NSFW-DARK THEMES!)

This one:

With:

Useless to say, he’s a very violent yandere. He’s the type to scare his darling to death or even slap them. He’s a kidnapper type of yandere, too.

This one:

With:

Donaka is a possessive and manipulative yandere, he would probably become your sugar daddy as a way to lure into your life and make you trust him. Not a kidnapper, uses sex as punishments.

This one:

With:

KING OF KIDNAPPERS! He’s a possessive and jealous yandere, yet gentle. Gives you rules and acts authoritative. I imagine a Daddy/Little Girl dynamic. His punishments are bdsm-ish. Loves to use his belts on you.

This one:

With:

HEAR ME OUT-Not a kidnapper, but an husband!Yandere. He hides his dark side until your marriage and you both moving to NY. He’s a public denigrator/public sex type of punisher. Spanks you on his desk at work, touches your ass at parties in front of everyone…and muuuuch worse.

This one:

With:

IN MY DON JOHN BRAINROT. I mean- it’s the 16th century so a man has no need to be possessive over a woman since they were already seen as a property but…making you marry him as soon as he can, talking to your fathers about marrying you without your consent, making you wear what he likes on you, always standing right next to you at parties, always having trusted men around you when he’s away (he’s a soldier after all)…do I need to say anything else?

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #don john #don john x reader #donnie barksdale #donnie barksdale x reader #donaka mark #donaka mark x reader #much ado about nothing #man of tai chi #the devils advocate #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #john constantine

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lilithlinen · 1 month

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MASTERLIST

JOHN WICK

Playing His Game

A Dance With Destiny

A Dance With Destiny II

Wounds Of The Past

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Your Little Time

Blissful

KEVIN LOMAX

Cheater

Pregnancy Cravings

Turning Tables

Turning Tables II

Turning Tables III

Johnny Utah

An Evening to Remember

Tommy Wernicke

Special

Keanu Reeves

Too Old, Huh?

Challenge Accepted

Tex Johnson

"Daddy"

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discoscoob · 1 day

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✧ ˚ BREAK THE CHAIN

˙ ✩°˖🏛️ ⋆｡˚ Donnie Barksdale x Reader x Kevin Lomax

CW: toxic and abusive marriage, physical abuse, possessive and jealous behaviour, threats of violence.

Synopsis: during the turmoil of your divorce proceedings against your abusive husband, you and your lawyer confront your husband's relentless refusal to accept the end of your marriage. 2.6k words.

˙ ✩°˖🏛️ ⋆｡˚

“How can he do this? How can he get away with spewing such venomous lies about me? He knows the truth. He knows what he put me through. Why can’t he just admit it?!” you emerge from the courthouse, alongside your lawyer Kevin, trying to seek some reassurance after yet another gruelling day in your divorce hearing. You’re on the verge of tears, wondering how much more of this you can take before you reach breaking point.

In a desperate attempt to tarnish your reputation and undermine your credibility, your soon-to-be-ex-husband, Donnie, and his sleaze-ball of a lawyer, hurled accusations of infidelity and deceit against you, claiming that any abuse you endured during your marriage had not been at the hands of your husband. His entire defence was built on a lie, shifting the accusation of abuse onto fabricated lovers, stating that you were trying to pin the blame on him and make him out to be a monster.

The touch of Kevin’s hand grounds you, takes control and pulls you back to reality before you spiral any further. Gently brushing the soft pad of his thumb against your knuckles, you can’t help but compare how smooth and gentle his hands feel to the rough and calloused texture you were used to feeling from Donnie’s.

“Listen to me,” Kevin’s velvet tone pulls your focus away from your intertwined hands and you look up into his gentle eyes that are full of calm determination. “Donnie is grasping at straws, he can make as many accusations as he pleases just don’t let them get to you. These claims only show how desperate he is to regain control over the narrative. His lies hold no weight in the eyes of the law, they’re nothing but baseless accusations. We have the truth on our side, nothing can change that.”

“What if the truth isn’t enough?” you worry, casting your gaze downward. Your mind is plagued with doubt, brought on by the accusations of betrayal to dismantle your claims of abuse.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Kevin gently takes your chin between his finger and thumb to guide your gaze back towards him. “I’ve got this, alright? Donnie will slip up eventually.” promise radiates from his gaze, while he speaks with unwavering confidence.

For Kevin, litigating a case is like playing chess, he has the skill to anticipate every move the opposition will make and he has every counterattack planned in advance. He knows when to sit back and observe and when to strike, possessing the ability to unravel an opponents case with strategic attacks that ultimately secure victories for his clients. He has no reason to believe this case will be any different.

You draw strength from Kevin’s optimism, like a soothing balm over your doubts and anxieties, once again the gentle brush of his thumb against your knuckles grounds you.

“If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I could get through this.” you mumble as you rest your forehead against Kevin’s shoulder, in return you feel his arm wrap around you, offering the comfort you were seeking.

“Enough of that,” Kevin’s melodic accent whispers in your ear, soft and mellow, as he pulls you closer. “You’re strong, Y/N, stronger than you know, you hear me? I’ll be by your side you every step of the way but don’t for a second underestimate your own strength and resilience.”

Before you can respond, the shrill sound of Kevin’s ringtone interrupts the moment. Withdrawing his embrace, he digs into his suit pocket to pull out his phone and inspect the caller ID.

“I oughta take this real quick. Wait right here, I won’t be a minute.” he sighs while offering an apologetic glance for the disturbance. Your focus lingers on Kevin as he jogs down the remaining steps of the courthouse to take his call in private.

As you stand alone, your attention focused on Kevin as he takes his call, Donnie lurks in the distance, like a predator stalking its prey. His menacing glare is pinned directly on you as he seizes the opportunity and closes in on you. Only once his rough grip is sending a jolt of pain through your arm, do you realise you’re no longer alone.

“We need us a li’l chat away from all these folk tryna fill your head with bullshit.” Donnie’s menacing drawl growls in your ear, dripping with venom as he roughly hauls you to the secluded side of the courthouse, away from prying eyes.

“That slick-talkin’ lawyers got some nerve wrappin’ his arms ‘round what don’t belong to him, I reckon he’s tryna steal you away from me.” Donnie’s rugged face is inches from yours as he cages you in against the red brick wall. “Now you might think I’m stupid but I ain’t blind to what’s been happenin’. You and that fancy lawyer of yours been fuckin’ for months behind my back, ain’t that right?”

“No, Donnie.” your breath shudders through your quivering voice as your estranged husband intimidatingly looms over you. “You’re wrong.”

“Bullshit, Y/N!” Donnie’s tone is laced with distrust as he narrows his suspicious eyes down at you. “Ain’t no way you’d be divorcin’ me if it weren’t for that son-of-a-bitch tryna lead you astray. He’s the one behind this whole fuckin’ mess, whispering his poison in your ear since the start, ‘cause I know you ain’t got the money for no know-it-all lawyer like him, so somethin’ ain’t adding up right.”

“Donnie, that’s enough. Let her go.” Your heart leaps at the sound of Kevin’s commanding voice breaking through the tense atmosphere.

Donnie’s head whips around in the lawyers direction with thunderous expression. “Mind your business, Lomax. This is between me and my wife.”

“It is my business when someone’s threatening my client.” Kevin stands his ground as he confidently steps between you and Donnie. “Now leave her alone otherwise you’ll leave me no choice but to get the police involved. And I’ll give you this tip for free, Donnie — getting arrested for harassment sure as shit ain’t gonna do your case any favours. So if I were you, I’d be on my way.”

With a huff through his flared nostrils and his chest heaving with rage, Donnie begrudgingly relents and takes a step back. “This ain’t over, you hear me?” he stubbornly reminds you both as he takes leisurely steps back with his chin raised in defiance. “I’ll be damned if I let any man think he can steal what’s mine.”

With one final menacing glare, Donnie storms off towards his pickup truck leaving you trembling against the brick wall as all the tension floods out your body. Kevin’s arms are around you within an instant, offering you the security and care you desperately need.

“Told you he’d slip up, didn’t I?” Kevin’s voice carries a subtle note of triumph as he rests his chin against the top of your head.

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“Mr. Barksdale, earlier in this trial, you made some rather bold accusations against my client, Mrs. Y/N Barksdale. Accusations of infidelity and deceit. Is that correct?” With a professional tone, Kevin addresses Donnie, who is sitting at the witness stand.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Donnie responds as he shifts uncomfortably, his dark eyes bounce between you and Kevin.

“And yet, despite the seriousness of these accusations, you have provided no evidence to support these claims.” Kevin confidently paces in front of the witness stand but his challenging glare never leaves Donnie. “Meanwhile my client, Mrs. Barksdale has provided the court with medical records documenting incidents of abuse at your hands.”

You notice a subtle twitch on Donnie’s face as he momentarily glances away, a sight you were all too familiar with when he was trying to hold back the anger that was starting to boil beneath the surface.

“Just ‘cause she got some bruises don’t mean I put them there.” Donnie shrugs, triggering an uncomfortable twist in your gut as you watch him so nonchalantly reject accountability for the hell he put you through.

"Mr. Barksdale, the medical records clearly indicate patterns of injury consistent with physical abuse," Kevin rebuts, while maintaining a firm and professional manner. "These are not just 'some bruises.' They are documented evidence of repeated incidents of violence against my client."

"Just 'cause she's got some marks, suddenly it's all my fault?” he scoffs, his voice laced with contempt. “Them injuries could've come from any one of them men she was runnin' around with behind my back.”

“You know, Mr. Barksdale, it's getting rather tiresome hearing about these mysterious lovers of Mrs. Barksdale's that you've yet to prove the existence of.” Kevin rolls his eyes as a note of boredom enters his tone.

Donnie’s jaw clenches tightly as he glares at Kevin, fury burning within the dark shadows of his eyes and his nostrils flaring as he barely maintains his composer. A pulsating vein on the side of his neck displays the rage that is threatening to erupt at any moment. Donnie decides to keep his lips sealed.

“Mr. Barksdale, during your marriage to Mrs. Y/N Barksdale, did you ever exhibit signs of jealousy or possessiveness.” Kevin smoothly continues his cross examination, undeterred by Donnie’s visible signs of anger.

Donnie’s face twitches with irritation as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his darkened gaze briefly flickers in your direction before settling back on Kevin.

“I fail to see how it’s any of your damn business.” Donnie’s voice is twinged with the slightest hint of a growl as his chest starts visibly heaving with his poorly concealed rage.

“Order!” The judge immediately scolds Donnie for the slip of his tongue. “Answer the question, Mr. Barksdale.”

“I reckon every man’s got a right to protect what belongs to him.” Donnie finally admits through thinly veiled irritation.

“Is that what you call it, Mr. Barksdale?” Kevin leans forward slightly, as he steps closer to the witness stand. “Is that what you were doing yesterday, outside this very courthouse, when you forcibly hauled my client out of sight of any potential witnesses and pinned her against a wall with the intention of intimidating her?”

Leaning forward in his seat, Donnie grips the edge of the witness stand until his knuckles turn white. “You got some goddamn nerve twistin’ the truth like that.” his menacing voice rises with fury. “I was tryna have a private conversation with my wife but you can’t resist stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong. You’re nothin’ but a snake in a fancy suit, tryna fill my wife’s head with your poison and steal her away for yourself but I ain’t gonna let you have her. She’s my goddamn wife! Mine! She belongs to me and no ones gonna tell me any different!”

“Order!” once again the judge pipes up with an authoritative tone, trying to control Donnie’s outburst. “Mr. Barksdale, I will not tolerate that kind of hostility in my court! This is your final warning.”

“Your honour, I believe Mr. Barksdale’s temperament speaks for itself,” Kevin calmly addresses the judge in a composed manner. “His outburst here today offers us a glimpse at the mere surface of the ongoing abuse and intimation my client has endured throughout her marriage to Mr. Barksdale. I have no further questions.”

“Mr. Barksdale, you are on thin ice. One more outburst like that, and I will hold you in contempt of court. Do you understand?” The judge turns to Donnie with a disapproving frown after acknowledging Kevin’s statement.

Donnie offers the judge a curt nod, but the his clenched jaw and sneering expression betray the anger that is still running through his veins like boiling hot magma.

As soon as Kevin sits back down beside you, your hand is immediately enveloped by his, the soft touch is a soothing comfort easing the discomfort and tension that still lingers within from Donnie’s outburst.

“You alright?” Kevin whispers, his eyes radiating concern as gives your hand a gentle squeeze, understanding how triggering hearing Donnie’s outburst might have been for you. When you offer him a silent nod, he sends you a wink that you find comforting, as it showcases his ease and confidence. “It’s almost over now.”

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“After careful consideration of the evidence presented in this case, it is clear to this court that Mrs. Y/N Barksdale has endured significant hardship and abuse at the hands of her husband, Mr. Donnie Barksdale. Therefore, it is the ruling of this court that the divorce petition filed by Mrs. Y/N Barksdale be granted. Additionally, a restraining order shall be issued against Mr. Donnie Barksdale, prohibiting any contact with Mrs. Barksdale or her immediate family. Furthermore, Mr. Donnie Barksdale shall be required to undergo anger management counselling and attend regular check-ins with a court-appointed counsellor to ensure compliance with the terms of this ruling.” As the judge announces the ruling, a wave of overwhelming relief rips through your body. Raising a trembling hand to you mouth you sob into your palm as you look at Kevin, just to make sure you are hearing correctly.

The smile of triumph Kevin’s face is enough to confirm that you weren’t imagining it, as sobs of relief continue to shake through you, Kevin pulls you into his embrace. Leaving a kiss on your forehead, his soft hand gently strokes your back, soothing the overwhelming emotion that has taken over your senses. His comforting clean scent envelopes you as you burrow into the crook of his neck and wrap your own arms around his shoulders.

“Let’s get you outta here.” Kevin whispers in your ear, before he helps you out your seat, a sturdy arm around your waist keeping you steady. Only once your on your feet do you realise Donnie is being restrained by security as his fury filled eyes glare daggers at you full of unrestrained rage and malice.

“You filthy whore! You connivin’ bitch! You think you can just walk away from me?!” Donnie’s thunderous voice echos through the courtroom as he’s held back by two security guards, his body thrashing to escape their unyielding hold. His long hair flying around his face as he spits and snarls like a wild beast. “You’ll never get rid of me! You and that damn fuckin’ snake of a lawyer! I’ll hunt you both down, you fuckin’ hear me?”

Kevin tries to get you away from the commotion as quickly as possible with a protective arm around you, urging you to not look at your now ex-husband as he swiftly ushers you out of the courthouse.

As the sunlight strokes your face, you take a deep breath of the cool breeze that welcomes you like a reprieve, sweeping away any echo of Donnie’s rage that still rung in your ears. You lean into Kevin’s side, grateful for his steady and calm presence beside you.

“You’re free now, Y/N. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Kevin whispers into your ear with a confident assurance, dismissing the validity of Donnie’s threats. When you lean your head against his shoulder, he cups the nape of your neck before leaving a tender his on your temple.

“I wanna get away from here.” you whisper, as Kevin gently tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze.

“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.” Kevin promises without any hesitation, “just tell me where.”

Kevin’s promise makes anything seem possible, like no dream is too big and by his side you truly feel like the world is your oyster.

“I’ve always wanted to visit New York…” you look up at Kevin, your eyes over brimming with hope for a new beginning.

“New York it is.” Kevin smiles down at you, mirroring the yearning for an adventure in your eyes and he takes your hand in his and leads you towards his convertible.

⋆｡°✩ note i: in the beginning I kinda wanted to leave Kevin and readers relationship up to interpretation but I think that ending gives away the fact that they’re a little more than just lawyer and client.

⋆｡°✩ note ii: I have an idea for a prequel revolved around how Kevin and reader met and began their affair which I might work on depending on the response to this fic!

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97keanu · 10 months

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Kevin Lomax x wife!reader NSFW Imagines:

Tags: VERY nsfw, canon style Kevin, mentions of breeding, mentions of corruption kink, back scratching, aggressive, primal style, aftercare described, public foreplay

If there's one thing Kevin loves about you it's not your body for how it looks(of course he loves that too), but for how much you react from even the slightest touch

You two will be out somewhere public, say an important party with his coworkers and he will be trying to turn you on all night

It starts with the looks from across the room. You'll see him there talking to someone, and you're conversing with a few other wives when you can feel his gaze burning into you, and when your eyes meet, oh god...you know that look and you know you're in for a hell of a night

Eventually, Kevin makes his way back over to you, and he begins by resting his hand on the small of your back, innocent right?

Soon enough he's playing an evil game of how low can he go before you give him that look that says "I swear to god, Kevin Lomax..." And he pulls back up

Both of you know you wouldn't actually do anything if he just grabbed your ass right here in front of everyone, but that's apart of the game.

You can feel him playing with the zipper of your dress, slightly unzipping it, so slowly, until you grab his thigh and silently tell him to stop.

After he can tell you're at your wits end, he excuses the two of you, and soon enough its you who's pulling him by his tie to the elevator to get out of here.

He has your panties off in a matter of seconds in the elevator, and he grabs them up, giving them a good sniff before grabbing you and getting his hands to where it feels good under your dress.

You're moaning out, pressed up against the elevator and thanking god you're on the 32nd floor, so much more time for Kevin to play with your soaking pussy while claiming your tongue from inside your mouth

He gives you kisses and bites anywhere skin is showing right now. He's biting your lower lip, he's sucking and kissing up your neck before sinking his teeth in.

All while his purposeful fingers play with your clit and the elevator keeps going down and down....

You can see as the floors pass, and you have to pull Kevin off you in the last few floors before the doors open up to people waiting to get in.

You have no idea if they can tell, if they can see your clothes are scrunched, your lipstick is a bit smudged and Kevin's hair is wild from where you had your claws in it.

You also don't care, you're pulling Kevin into a cab and on the way home he's discreetly rubbing the inside of your thigh getting higher and higher....

The ride can't go fast enough

By the time you're making it to your apartment, its your turn in the elevator.

You press Kevin into the wall and unzip the pants of his suit, pulling his hard cock out, and quickly getting on your knees to take him in your mouth.

Kevin loves how much he's corrupted you, his sweet and innocent wife. His gorgeous and shy wife he shows off to the party, who is now on her knees giving him the best head of his life, he can barely believe how lucky he is to have you.

You both own the top floor of the penthouse suit, so when you get off the elevator, Kevin doesn't even put his cock away, just pulls you up, kisses you and tastes himself on your lips with a satisfactory grin, getting you inside the door of the apartment.

He doesn't even wait to find a couch or a bed, as soon as that doors closed he's pulling off his suit down to nothing and you're struggling to unzip your dress before he comes to help you

The whole time he's telling you every dirty thing he's going to do to you. Ex "Darlin', I'm going to fuck you right into the floor of this apartment" or "I want the neighbors to hear you scream my name tonight, baby....can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

He loves requesting dirty stuff from you, its his way of making sure you're okay with his requests while also keeping the mood.

After he helps you slip out of the dress, he pulls it down, taking himself with it, getting right between your thighs, where he loves to be. He opens you up, pushing your back against one of the apartments walls, one of your legs resting on his shoulder, where he kisses up from your toes all the way to your pussy before diving in

He loves the taste of you, he licks you up hungrily, then looks up at you with those gorgeous dark eyes and tells you "You taste so good, baby..." Before getting back to work.

You're clutching his short dark hair like there's no tomorrow, pulling him in, in...

He loves when you take a bit of control for how you like it, he wants to make sure you're pleased before he gets to his own pleasure

Soon enough he's dipping his fingers into you, hitting that spot you like so much, and in between breaths and tongue motions, he's saying "How lucky I am to have such a gorgeous wife..." And "I know all those men at the party wanted to fuck you, but I'm the one who gets to see you like this, isn't that right baby?" And its all you can do to moan out his name and say yes, yes he is the one who gets to eat your pussy like this. The one to fuck you into oblivion later.

Soon enough, your legs are shaking, your breath is fast and you can feel yourself cumming. Kevin looks up at you and you can tell from how he is looking at you, a mixture of determination and pleading, pleading for you to cum on his face. He loves doing this to you, making you completely addicted to this feeling, and being able to lap up your juices as you spill over the edge.

As you do, your legs begin to give out, but Kevin's strong. He's so strong. He holds up your weight as your legs stop working, and your thighs clamp around his head, that feeling that he loves

He finishes you off, leaving you an out of breath mess

He pulls you to the ground, only giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before he's laying you on your back, leaning in to kiss you, equally letting you taste yourself as he glides his cock into you

You're used to him, so he doesn't take it easy on you, but god is his cock BIG. Even if you are his wife, it feels like it stretches you out and fills you completely every time. You gasp as he fully inserts himself, your nails digging into his back, and he groans from the feeling

Kevin loves mixing pleasure and pain so he tells you to scratch him harder, and you oblige, your nails leaving red welts on his back by the time you two are done

Kevin pumps himself in and out of your dripping pussy, the floor of the apartment getting slick with what isn't on his cock. He loves making a mess with you

Kevin makes sure to eat up what little breath you have with his deep kisses, and you can hardly take it.

Your body is like his toy you're so out of it, completely weak from cumming before, he moves you where he wants, grips your legs, your thighs, making you move to where he can get deeper into you

That's all he can think about, "How can I fuck her deeper, harder...?"

He works your increasingly tender pussy in long, slow, passionate bursts that are sandwiched in between the fastest fucking you have ever received, your voice is almost sore from screaming out his name, and he's egging you on, eager to hear you scream out, wanting it louder, wanting to keep good on the promise that the neighbors will hear.

Just when you think he can't get bigger inside you, you start to feel it.

His cock is reaching maximum hardness, his tip leaking precum inside you, and he's telling you how badly he wants you bred from his cum, how he's giving you that baby one way or another

He's likely mid dirty talk, looking down at you, at your face that's so innocent and perfect, your soft lips moaning out his name, when he cums, filling you up so much more than you could ever think possible. It almost hurts how full you feel from his cock so deep inside you, pushing his cum even deeper, and twitching as it goes.

He collapses into you, Kevin's breaths so ragged and raw, just like yours.

He lays his head into your neck, his breath hot and tickling you there, the two of you lay like this for a while

As soon as he has the energy, Kevin is scooping you up off the floor and holding you close, asking you how you liked it (you loved it of course, and tell him so)

He runs a hot bath for the two of you, while he waits for it to fill he sits on the edge of your giant, luxury tub and softly pets your hair, running his hand down your back as well

You bury yourself into his neck now, holding his sweaty body close to yours, trying not to move to much so he doesn't spill out from between your legs

When the tubs finished he puts the two of your in, and begins washing you up, your favorite parts being when he does your hair, your back, and your feet.

He finishes himself up while you float and relax in the steamy tub, then he pulls the two of you out and works on drying you off with the softest fluffiest towel.

When he's finished he takes you to the room where the two of you collapse into bed, exhausted from the night, curling up to each other and drifting off happily.

#kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #the devils advocate #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #my writing #kevin lomax x wife!reader #kevin lomax fanfic #kevin lomax imagines

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iovesia · 1 year

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HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY'RE JEALOUS.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( keanu reeves masterlist. & gif credit. )

warnings: angst. gender neutral reader. slight fluff. insecurities. emotional hurt/little comfort. arguing. one mention of weed. not proof-read. english isn't my first language, apologies for any grammar errors!

characters included: ted logan (bill & ted), matt (river's edge), neo (the matrix trilogy), kevin lomax (the devil's advocate).

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ i have too much to study to be writing this, but here we are! i'm slowly falling back into my keanu reeves phase (not that i ever left), so enjoy these quick little hcs! i had to include some of his more underrated characters. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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ted would be the least jealous out of everyone on this roster. but it never bummed him out any less when he would watch you spending frequent time with someone else. hurts even more if it is someone that ted thinks you'd be better with. his insecurities begin to creep from the back of his mind when he'd hear about your new science partner that you've been assigned to for a class project. along with his head hurting from trying to understand any of the formulas you're writing down— his heart hung heavily in his chest. academics have never been ted's strongest suit, but he tried! but what if that wasn't good enough for you anymore? what if you wanted to date someone you could have intellectual conversations with? or someone who could spell "stallions" correctly? ted would be noticeably quieter when you two would hang out, and it'd take a while before he'd crack and tell you how he felt.

matt is jealous mostly out of fear— fear that he will lose you, the person who is the most important to him. he comes from a dysfunctional family: an working mother, a drunk stepfather, and a sociopathic little brother hellbent on causing mayhem. so it's safe to say that he's become very attached to you— the only stability in his chaotic world. he will often get jealous, resulting in late night arguments. the rage bubbling in his veins and he snaps, and his misdirected anger never fails to make your eyes brim with tears. expect matt to knock on your door the next morning. he mumbles soft apologies and wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as you inhale the soft scent of weed and cigarettes staining his denim jacket.

neo knows that you're already his, and he trusts you. you would never betray him. the look of utter devotion in his eyes when he gazes at you is forever imprinted in your mind. you're two halves of a whole. he's not prone to jealousy when someone tries to hit on you. neo's body tenses when he sees you walking around the nebuchadnezzar with dozer, a hearty laugh escaping your lips. any bubbling insecurities fade when your eyes glance over to him, the heat rushing to his cheeks. it could be years that you're together, yet he finds himself flustered and blushing everytime.

one night, when kevin dragged you along to another one of john milton's parties, he had "momentarily" left you as he was reeled into another mind-numbingly boring conversation with some other lawyers at neighbouring firms. kevin is slightly possessive over you, so you hardly miss his narrow gaze when he sees one of his colleagues getting a little too friendly with you. with a clenched jaw, he excuses himself and almost immediately walks over to you. kevin thinks very highly of himself, so he's not exactly jealous as he is offended— offended at the idea that anyone thinks they have a shot with you. he wraps his arm tightly around your waist, and with a cheshire grin hanging on his lips, pulls you away.

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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The Devil's Advocate

One Piece Imagine

- A Silent Observer -

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"Wait...you live forever?!" The little Monkey D. exclaimed in shock. Eyes wider than the very plates before him, as they peered up to the tall woman standing just a few feet ahead of him.

Snorting softly at the boy's loud reaction, you rolled your eyes, "Yes and no --- I can live for as long as I please as long as I never receive a fatal injury. Like a terminal illness, or a stab to the heart. Do you understand, little one?"

The young boy quickly nodded, for a moment you thought his head would pop off from how quickly he was moving it. "How is that possible?! Are you a--a vampire?" You couldn't stop the grin that split across your face, he sure was entertaining.

"No, not a vampire. If I was, I'd be a pile of ash considering the sun is their enemy." Snatching a small piece of meat off his plate, much to his loud protest, you savored the taste as the flavors overwhelmed your taste buds.

You sighed, "Many many years ago, I had this...friend. she managed to get her hands on this very peculiar fruit, one that granted you powers if you ate it."

He practically jumped out of his seat, "Oh! I know, a Devil Fruit!"

You laughed, nodding your head, "Yes, a Devil Fruit. I'm surprised you even know that."

"Shanks told me! Hehe, he yelled at me for eating one."

The woman paused at his words, "You...ate a Devil Fruit, Luffy? Already?"

"Yep! It tasted like vomit, bleh!"

It was only then, that you noticed the strawhat sitting by his lap.

Leaning back into the chair, you huffed, "Wow, I really need to keep track of time. I mean damn, he even gave you his hat! I thought I still had a good two years left or something."

"Oi! Finish your story!" He took another chunk out of his drumstick.

Clicking your tongue in slight annoyance, you continued, "She never really used it--- don't know why really, she was just... like that, I guess. Regardless, one day, after a great battle, she was hurt, badly. And so was I. Rather than...saving herself, like she should've, she used her power to grant me immortality. She gave up her own life so that I could live."

"Why the hell would she do that for?" You smacked the back of his head.

"Because that's what best friends do for one another...even if the other doesn't like it "

Glancing to your left, you eyed the young boy you had met long ago, when he was just a stupid child running around screaming for a fight. A smile greeting the skies as more memories came to the very forefront of your mind. It's been a while since you've enjoyed such simplicities.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate and you're gonna be right there next to me!"

Closing your eyes to take a short moment of rest, you relaxed yourself.

"Me? Wanting me in your crew is one thing, impressing me enough for me to consider joining is a whole other thing, little Luffy." You teased, a loose smirk hanging low on your lips as the boy pouted.

"Then I'll just have to impress you!" "And, how will you do that exactly?"

Silence, which is impossible since Luffy is never silent. Snapping an eye open, the Devil Fruit user watched the pondering boy in light awe. For once, it looked like the braincells in his mind had finally connected.

"Then...I'll be like that guy!"

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, "What guy?"

"The guy in your stories! The one who always smiles!"

Oh.

Oh, how he reminded her of him.

You hummed, "It's tough business being the Pirate King. Are you sure you're up for it?"

He looked at you in curiosity, "Pirate....King?"

You nodded, "Yeah. King of all Pirates. You can only become that after finding the legendary One Piece, a treasure no one but one crew has seen before. His crew."

Luffy then grinned, "Then I'll find the One Piece and I'll become the Pirate King! You'll have no choice but to join my crew!"

Ever since that day, you've been around. Wordlessly observing Luffy and his little family of strays and bandits. Sometimes, you'd approach them, but only when their minds were elsewhere --- it was for the best. Although that didn't mean the youngest had any less luck in finding you. Luffy always knew you were there, perhaps not all the time, but enough times that he could tell the difference.

He'd talk about you to his brothers, in fact, he'd rarely ever kept his mouth shut about you. To be honest, the other boys had figured Luffy mad --- not at all believing him and his tale about the woman in the woods. Ugh, that sounded creepy.

But, at the same time, none of them could deny the moments where someone had come to their rescue at the very last second when their adventures went awry.

Ace and Sabo, on numerous occasions, had tried to find the mysterious woman, but to no avail. She must either be a ninja or a ghost, they figured despite Luffy's insistence on her existence.

And, every time, he would come crying to you. Yelling at you for making his brothers think he was crazy, a pain that would be easily soothed by the sight of food. (You did eventually reveal yourself, I believe)

You adored memories like these. They were few and far between within the length of your life.

Soon enough, you'd have to leave him. You already knew what his future held, in truth, you couldn't wait for him to discover his path to independence.

"Luffy, I'm going to be leaving today."

The boy froze mid-bite, "W-What? What do you mean you're leaving?!"

You frowned lightly, "Don't worry. I'll come back, one day. I have some business to attend to, business I've neglected for quite some time."

"Business?! But can't we do that together?!" You chuckled under your breath.

"Perhaps, when you're all grown up. But for now, no."

Standing up, the utensils on the table eagles at your abrupt action --- Luffy lunged for the fabric of your long violet coat, tears swelling up in his eyes as he tugged on it. Trying to pull you back down with his child strength. For a moment, you thought to entertain him, yet you knew you needed to go.

It was time.

"No! You can't leave now! You, uh --- I, uh---I don't want you to go!"

"Please, don't do this! Save yourself, not me. I don't deserve-"

You took a moment to breathe.

Coming over to his side of the table, you crouched down to his height. A small sympathetic smile on your face as you wipe away the tears from the apples of his cheeks, your thumb running over his stitched scar.

"Find me when you have a crew, Luffy. I won't join you. Though that doesn't mean I won't stay a while."

And with that said, you left.

Years would come to pass, many days became monotone while others became highlights. Such as today, when one of Morgan's birds came flying down to you with a rolled up scroll in its mouth.

Pride swelled in your chest as you looked at the contents of the paper.

Luffy's wanted poster.

Not a bad starting number, you smirked

You laughed.

"You're almost there, Luffy. Just a little bit more, and I'll be back before you know it."

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(A/N): Originally speaking, the entire DA series was just like random headcanons of my OC in OP. But like, on a whim, I decided to publish it. And, well, you guys just ate it up so I continued. To be honest, there's not much cohesiveness but there is a shit ton of indulgences, so there's that.

This is actually the fanfic that pre-dates all the DA --- although, this is a completely altered version of the original. I think all of my DA works are from 2019 but this fic was made in 2018. It's a miracle it was still in my drafts.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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a-boca-do-inferno · 2 years

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good girl (john milton x reader) [request]

summary: He was obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.

warnings: light smut, dubcon-ish

words: 1.2k

notes: heads up: dubcon warning is annoyingly subjective and up to your interpretation im sorry. i mean the guy is literally the devil what else could i do lol anyways. its a bit confusing but nsfw so im excused <3 enjoy!

You blinked once, trying to grasp what was going on. Suddenly everything around you was blurry and big, dark orbs were all you could see, piercing through your soul as they scanned you up and down. You felt long, thick fingers travel to the hem of your skirt, threatening to get under it. As John took a step closer, wetness greeted your underwear and you blushed terribly. His scent was strong, intoxicating, like some sort of pheromone. It pushed you to the edge, literally; causing you to stumble backwards slightly, leaning against the table behind you both.

“Careful there, sweetheart”, he coos and you let your eyes fall shut, feeling overwhelmed by his tight grip on your body. John smirks, noticing his striking effect on you. “You like that, huh?”

Your flustered cheeks get even hotter. “Hmm, yes...”, it’s all you can master with words.

The air was getting into your lungs with some difficulty now, as your breathing cut off at the smallest movement of his fingertips on your skin. You opened your eyes again and suddenly the whole room was dim with only his figure visible to you, as if a spotlight was pointed at him from above. You felt somewhat dizzy and the heat on your face grew stronger by the minute, enough to form the sweat dripping off your neck. Despite your confounded state, you lifted your hand to try and clean it, but John caught your wrist mid-air, going at the salty liquid to lick it off, his cold tongue causing your hairs to stand on end.

You blinked shocked and aroused, pressing your lips when he made a trail with his tongue all the way up to your jaw, biting at it for good measure. His calloused hands went up to cup your breasts next, squeezing them ever so slightly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a loud moan. He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle at your response, putting you closer to him so your mouths were almost brushing against one another.

“Good girl”, he mocked, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“(y/n), will you take this to Kevin?”, you jumped a little when your coworker approached your desk, handing you an envelope. You stared at her with a light blush on your face, trying to forget the torrid thoughts you were having just then. With a nod, you took the document, already getting up from your seat. She looked sternly at you, “don’t take too long, we have another case in a few hours.”

“Alright.”

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to Kevin’s office, hugging the document against you protectively. It was only your second month working for Milton, Chadwick & Waters, so you couldn’t deny you still felt a little nervous from time to time. You were competent and did your work very well, however, because of the huge prestige the company held, you couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate in that environment.

Maybe it was due to your humble roots, as you had to struggle and really persist to follow into the law career; all you knew is that you’d probably be forever grateful for John Milton’s faith in your skills. As a young attorney with little experience, you were used to big law firms’ rejection, despite your flawless record, so of course getting this job was a pleasant surprise. High pressure as well, sure, but you could get used to it, too. You’d already been through much worse, arguably.

“Come in, (y/n)”, Kevin waves at your head peeking out the door. He is talking to someone on the telephone, but his eyes are on you for the rest of his conversation. “Okay, we can talk about that in person. I can’t really understand anything you’re saying right now. Talk to my secretary and she’ll schedule you. Bye”, he puts the phone down, then points to the envelope still pressed close to your chest. He smiles a bit, “is that for me?”

“Yes, sorry”, you come to him, feeling embarrassed at your sheepish behaviour. Something about the men in this place just got you really uneasy and self-conscious, you didn’t quite know why. “Here you go”, you hand him the document.

“Thank you.”

You turned to leave, walking back to your own office. The giant windows to your side caught your eye and you contemplated the great view of New York City, completely immersed in your thoughts. When you stared ahead again, your steps came to a screeching halt before you almost bumped into John Milton. His shoulder still briefly made contact with yours, making him stop in his own tracks to take a look at you with his signature charming smirk.

“You look spooked there, sweetheart”, he states visibly amused, holding you by the shoulders in a surprisingly gentle manner. His warm gaze hovered your features intently for a moment as he continued, “you okay?”

“Yeah!”, you replied instantly, a little taken aback by the kindness in his tone. He wasn’t exactly cold with you, but that was probably the first time he ever actually acknowledged your existence after hiring you. With a shy smile, you added, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been a bit distracted lately, it seems.”

“Oh, forget it”, he waved dismissively, patting at your arms afterwards. “Just be careful not to trip and fall, you never know who may be around to catch you”, his voice sounded light-hearted, yet the look in his eyes was strangely malicious.

Sly.

It was somewhat disturbing. Underneath all the charisma, John often came off as borderline haunting to you, even though you’d only really held a conversation with him twice. You just couldn’t help but feel a slight shiver whenever he was around, as if his presence itself changed the whole atmosphere. He had a dense, intense personality. You supposed that came with money and power, although you couldn’t imagine John Milton any other way, even when — or if ever — he was poor.

Perhaps men like him simply had this frighteningly authority about them, you mused to yourself, choosing to believe it wasn’t anything orchestrated on his part. He was never offensive or unpleasant with you or anyone else, it seemed, as everyone in the firm loved him, so maybe it was nothing but a misconception of yours. Still, you shuddered under his almost forceful glance, deep brown eyes as dark as they ever were. Adding to his magnetism, he was also obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.

You couldn’t avoid the heat on your face at these observations, immediately staring at the floor to escape his engulfing presence. Suddenly your whole body was boiling hot and his touch somehow burned at your skin as his hands remained on your shoulders, a sudden urge of arousal coming over you at that simple contact.

“I...”, you gulped, smiling sheepishly as you got out of his grasp. If John noticed your silent distancing, he either didn’t care or didn’t show it, remaining with his agonizingly constant stare at your every movement. You cleared your throat, finally regaining your posture. “I better go now, still have some work for the day.”

“Don’t let me stop you”, he hums, going to the side to make way for you to pass, and you only nod in response. As you took the first step to walk off, John whispered close to your ear, “good girl.”

#the devil's advocate #the devil's advocate x reader #john milton #john milton x reader #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #al pacino

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mamaestapa · 2 months

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California Love

“California knows how to party in the city of LA…we keep it rockin’”

• pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Hughes!reader||Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader

• series summary: Y/n Hughes, twin sister of Jack Hughes, accepts an invitation to move in with Trevor and Jamie after she’s forced to move to Anaheim for a job. Despite her older brother’s opinions, the young woman finds herself falling for both of her roommates…but which one does she fall for the hardest?

• chapter summary: You, Trevor and Jamie have a beach day in Malibu and the day ends with a tense situation between you and Trevor

• word count: 4k

• warnings: language, fluff, sexual tension, suggestive language, wardrobe malfunctions, reader walks in on Trevor ;)

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August 25, 2023

"Oh Y/n/n," Trevor called out to you in a sing song tone, "you ready?"

You put on a pair of denim shorts before leaving your room and heading downstairs where Trevor and Jamie were waiting. You threw your hair up in a claw clip as you walked down the stairs. You shoved your phone into your back pocket as you walked into the kitchen. Trevor was texting on his phone as Jamie was packing the beach bag and cooler full of snacks and drinks. Today, you Trevor and Jamie were headed to Malibu for a beach day. You mentioned a few nights ago that you'd been to California many times, but you'd never been to Malibu. Upon hearing that, Trevor insisted that the three of you have a beach day there.

"You're such great help, Trev." You said, making your presence in the kitchen known. Trevor perked his head up, turning his attention to you. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he replied, "Would've helped if you were down here sooner."

"Shut up, Zegras."

You walked further into the kitchen, smiling softly at Jamie as you reached for the bottles of water. You put them into the small blue cooler as Jamie zipped up the beach bag.

"Thanks, Y/n." Jamie said as he smiled sheepishly at you. You looked up at him, your smile growing as you nodded. "You're welcome, I'm used to filling in for Trevor all the time."

It was Trevor's turn to playfully tell you to shut up. "Shut up, Hughes." You rolled your eyes in response as you grabbed the handle of the cooler. Jamie grabbed the navy blue and white striped beach bag as Trevor slid his slides on. He clapped his hands together as he looked at you and Jamie.

"Ready?"

"Been ready for the past twenty minutes Z."

"Okay Jimmy," Trevor scoffed, "Y/n wasn't ready."

You just shook your head at the brunette as you pushed your way past him. You started walking out of the kitchen and out to the entryway. You turned over your shoulder, calling out to Trevor and Jamie just like Trevor did earlier.

"Oh Trevor, Jamie," you called in a sing song tone, "you ready?"

Both boys left the kitchen, joining you in the entryway. Jamie was chuckling at your teasing tone as Trevor just shook his head. You always loved teasing Trevor, especially if he did it to you first. That's how your relationship with Trevor has always been since the moment Jack introduced you for the first time. Lots of flirting, lots of teasing, but no meaning behind it. It's just how the dynamic between you two worked out.

Trevor slipped past you and opened the front door of the apartment. He practically sprinted out the door and down the couple concrete slabs to get to his car first. You and Jamie watched with raised eyebrows and looks of amusement as Trevor held up his keys.

"We're taking the Bronco. Come on." He jingled his keys before popping open the trunk for you and Jamie to put the beach bag and cooler into. Trevor hopped into the drivers seat as you and Jamie packed the bags into the trunk. Jamie put the beach bag in first before he grabbed the cooler from your hands. You muttered a soft "thank you" to the sweet ducks player. A slight blush appeared on Jamie's freckled cheeks as his hand brushed against yours. Jamie was always more on the shy side. You found how easily he got flustered to be super cute. Jamie could feel your gaze on him, which only made him grow even more flustered. He cleared his throat as he shut the trunk and snapped his thoughts away from you staring at him.

"I call shotgun." He said with a playful smile on his face as he looked down at you. You brought a hand up to his back, patting Jamie's shoulder as you spoke, "All yours Jamie, I'll let you deal with Trevor the whole ride."

"Actually you can-."

"Nope," you said, cutting him off as you opened the door to the backseat passenger side of Trevor's Bronco. "You already called it."

Jamie shook his head at you as you just smiled at him and shut the door. Once Jamie was settled in the passenger seat and the two of you were buckled, Trevor pulled out of the driveway and rolled all the windows down.

"Malibu here we come!" He yelled, "WOOOO!"

You and Jamie just laughed at him as he whooped and hollered excitedly. Trevor picked his phone up and handed it to Jamie. "All yours bud, play something good."

"Rooftop playlist?"

Trevor glanced over at Jamie, shaking his head no, "That's reserved for the rooftop, you know that dude."

"Fine, uhhhh..." Jamie trailed off as he scrolled through Trevor's Spotify. Trevor reached out and snatched the phone from Jamie, "I got one, I got one."

California Love by 2pac began playing. Trevor started bopping his head to the beat as he reached out and turned the volume up. You laughed happily as Trevor sped up. The wind blowing through your hair and the obnoxious singing from Trevor and Jamie had you feeling like you were living a dream.

~time skip~

"Y/n, you got it?" Jamie called as he stepped back to throw a pass. You held your hands up, nodding as you called back, "Throw it!"

Jamie threw the football in your direction, and just as you were about to catch it Trevor jumped in front of you and intercepted it. You gasped softly, reaching out to tug on his tatted arm. He was belly laughing as you tugged at his arm to pull him back toward you. Trevor's grip on the football stayed firm as you tried your best to take it from him. You were about to rip it from his grasp when Trevor dropped the ball and quickly scooped you up into his arms instead. You erupted into a fit of giggles as he spun you around. He put you back down and as soon as your feet hit the sand Trevor unwrapped his arms from around you and let you go. As soon as his arm fell from your body, you noticed your swim top felt looser than normal. With brows furrowed in confusion, you looked down. Your eyes widened in horror as you noticed your top had come undone and was this close to slipping down your chest.

"Trevor!" You gasped as you held the cups of your bikini close to your chest, making sure you didn't expose yourself to Trevor or Jamie and the rest of Malibu. Trevor's blue-green eyes widened as he saw the back of your swimsuit top had somehow come untied while he was holding onto you. He chuckled softly as he pressed his chest against your back, "I got you."

Trevor stepped back as he grabbed the strings of your bikini with his tanned veiny hands. His long skilled fingers carefully tied the red strings, making sure it was tight enough so it wouldn't come loose again. You were about to step away when you felt the top tighten, but Trevor moved closer to you, causing you to halt your movements. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you felt Trevor's fingers gingerly trail down your back, stopping at the side of your waist where your bottoms hugged your hips. His breath was hot on your neck as he played with the stings of your bottoms like he would on the boat during the summer. You felt your heart skip a beat and the butterflies swarm in your belly, something that happens a lot when Trevor would do stuff like this.

No Y/n. You can't feel this way.

You turned your head to the side, craning your neck up to look at the hockey player. His light brown hair was messy on the top of his head, almost looking golden in the California sunshine. Trevor looked into your eyes as the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smirk. Your lips were only inches from his. But you couldn't...

You sighed softly before you stepped away from Trevor. You decided to ease the tension, the sexual tension, by making a joke. It was something you and Jack always did in awkward situations, especially with your friends.

"If you wanted to see me naked so bad, you could've just asked." You teased, laughing softly. Trevor gave your shoulder a light smack before he stepped away to stand in front of you as you adjusted your top.

"I'll remember that for next time."

The two of you looked at each other and let out a laugh at the exchanged teasing words. That's all it would ever be. Just playful teasing.

"Come on, Jimmy's getting the food out. Im starving." Trevor motioned for you to follow him back to the blanket laid out a couple yards away where you had set everything up for the day. You let out a laugh as you caught up to him.

"You're always starving."

"I'm a growing boy, Y/n."

You let out a sigh that turned into a laugh as you sat down on the blanket next to Jamie. He handed you a bottled water and a sandwich upon sitting down. You smiled softly at the boy, leaning your head on his shoulder as you thanked him. You lifted your head from his bare shoulder and opened your water, bringing it up to your lips and taking a generous swig of the cold liquid.

Trevor sat down beside you as Jamie handed him a water and sandwich too. The three of you ate your lunch and made some small talk, happily laughing as Trevor told some random story. The beach day was good for all three of you. Your mind was only focused on having fun with your roommates today and not on your first day of work in a few days. Trevor and Jamie were having issues with contract disputes and working out extensions, so it was nice for them to have a break from worrying about their jobs too.

The rest of the afternoon on the beach was spent with Trevor throwing you in the water, Trevor and Jamie playing their own game of dogfight football like they do in Top Gun, and the three of you laying out in the sun just enjoying each others company.

A couple hours after your wardrobe malfunction and lunch, you were laying out on the blanket with eyes closed. You were soaking in the suns rays as the sounds of Trevor’s loud music filled your ears. You heard Jamie groan softly beside you as she got up and stretched. He grabbed his Ducks baseball hat from the top of Trevor’s chair and put it on after he smoothed out his dark hair.

“You want to go on a walk with me?” Jamie asked as he glanced over at you. You took your sunglasses off your face, smiling softly at Jamie as you nodded.

“Sure.”

He held his hand out for you to grab, helping you up from your spot in the sand. You thanked him softly as you brushed the sand off your thighs. You and Jamie started to walk along the beach, making small talk as you walked through the water and sand of Malibu.

"So how do you like California?" Jamie asked. You nodded, smiling softly as you spoke, "I love it so far. The sun, the beaches, the palm trees." You looked over at Jamie as you continued, "The people here are pretty great too."

Jamie smiled sheepishly as a blush creeped up his neck. Or maybe it was just from the heat and harsh sun, either way Jamie grew red.

"I don't know about that, Z is pretty crazy."

You laughed, "You're not wrong about that one. He keeps life interesting." Jamie nodded, "That he does. I love the guy, makes being far from home not too bad."

"Do you ever miss Canada?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you continued to walk along the beach. Jamie nodded his head yes.

"Sometimes," he looked over at you as he spoke, "My family mostly, I'll visit during the off-season or when we get some time off. I do love it here in Anaheim though. The weather, the people, its great."

You nodded as Jamie spoke. His face lit up as he talked about Toronto and all the things he missed the most. You could tell Jamie was a big family guy by the way he talked about his parents and brother. You and Jamie had that in common, you were both very family oriented.

"I get that," you said smiling softly as you thought about your family, "I already miss my brothers. Especially Jack."

"I'm sure they miss you too, but we've got plenty of room..." Jamie laughed, "If Jack bunks with Trevor and the others take the couch."

You laughed along with Jamie. You could already hear Jack complain about having to bunk with Trevor.

"I think he'd absolutely hate that. And I love it."

Jamies laughter made your smile wider. He had a cute laugh.

"You've got a cute laugh Jamie."

"Thanks, you're the first one that's said that."

You cocked your head to the side as you looked at him in shock, "There's no way. Im sure it makes the girls swoon." Jamie shook his head, "Nope, I don't know if you've noticed. I don't have the best luck with girls."

"Awe," you said, frowning softly, "I'll help you out. You can practice on me."

You didn't mind giving Jamie a little help when it came to picking up girls. Besides, your advice would be much better than the advice his best friend was giving him. You and Jamie both laugh together as you walk back to your set up. Trevor is looking at both of you with raised eyebrows as you stand in front of him.

"What?" Jamie asks as he plops down on the blanket. Trevor smirks as he narrowed his eyes at you, "I saw you walking along the beach together being all giggly and shit."

"You jealous Trevor?" You asked with raised eyebrows, teasing the boy once again.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Jimmy is mine."

The three of you laughed at Trevors words as you sat down. You decided to enjoy the next couple hours at the beach laying out in the sun and covering your feet in the warm sand. Around five, you all decided to pack up and head back home to Anaheim. On the way back home, Jamie let you have the passenger seat this time. Not only did you get control of the aux, but you had to deal with Trevor too. You didn't mind one bit. You'd always sit up front with Trevor if you could.

~time skip~

"Showers mine!" Trevor yelled, pushing past you and Jamie as soon as the three of you were inside. You just got back to the condo from a long day at the beach with the boys and Trevor called dibs on the first shower.

It wasn't an issue for you, you had your own bathroom. But poor Jamie had to share one with Trevor.

"Oh come on Z," Jamie groaned as he crossed his arms, "I'm covered in sunscreen dude. I feel disgusting."

"Maybe don't put so much on next time?" Trevor shouted from the top of the stairs, feeling no remorse for taking the shower from his best friend.

Jamie rolled his eyes at the sound of the bathroom door upstairs clicking shut. You frowned softly at the boy next to you. You and Trevor could get away with going without a large amount of sunscreen. You both practically grew up out in the sun and on the lake, so you really only had to apply it once. Jamie on the other hand was re-applying sunscreen every couple hours. He was so pale that if he didn't constantly re-apply he'd be burnt for days. You could tell he was uncomfortable with the amount of oily sunscreen on his skin that accumulated throughout the day. Jamie was also extremely irritated with his best friend because Trevor didn't know how to take a quick shower either.

"Jamie," you said softly, causing him to turn and look at you. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you spoke, "You can take my bathroom. I can wait."

"You don't have to do that." Jamie said, shaking his head no. You shrugged, "It's no big deal, you need it more than me."

"Are you sure?"

"I mean as long as you don't mind smelling like coconut and roses." Jamie chuckled softly, "I think it'll make Trevor jealous."

"Good, let him be jealous." You laughed, "Now go shower, get that nasty stuff off of you."

"Thank you, Y/n." Jamie said softly, a warm smile on his lips as he looked at you. You noticed the pink blush on his freckled cheeks that grew darker the second you looked into his soft blue eyes. Jamie's blush was the cutest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but smile at the redness on his cheeks.

"You're welcome Jamie." You replied sweetly as he started to head toward your bathroom.

As both boys were showering, you decided to sit down at the island and scroll through your phone. You replied to some friends, scrolled through tik tok, and checked your email. You were supposed to start your new job in a few days, so you had to make sure nobody from the company was trying to get a hold of you while you were gone.

About twenty minutes had passed and you really needed pee. Both bathrooms were occupied, with the showers still sounding like they were running. You definitely weren't going to have any hot water. You got up from the barstool and walked through the living room and down the hallway where your bedroom and bathroom were. You knocked on the door, hearing Jamie call out softly to you as his voice was muffled by the shower curtain and sound of running water.

"Sorry Jamie, but I really have to pee. Can I come in real quick?"

"Shit," you heard the shower curtain pull back, his voice louder as he spoke, "I locked the door and I just put shampoo in. Give me a couple minutes?"

"No it's fine, I'll just go upstairs."

You thanked Jamie anyways before heading upstairs, silently hoping that Trevor was either out of the shower or that he left the door unlocked. As you got closer to the boys bathroom, you noticed that the shower wasn't on anymore.

Thank god...

Folding your hand into a first, you reached out and knocked on the bathroom door. You told Trevor it was you and that you really needed to pee. He told you to come in, so you opened the door. Not really paying much attention to the scene in front of you as you opened and shut the bathroom door. After closing the door, you turned around and froze in your spot. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You felt like you were in a dream.

Trevor was in the shower with the curtain pulled wide open. His whole body was exposed. He was drying his brown hair off with the white towel, meaning there was nothing covering his wet, naked body. Water droplets were trickling down his toned golden skin as the muscles in his tatted arm flexed with each shake of the towel. Your heart felt like it was in your throat as you stared at the boy in front of you. Your breathing was heavy and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down his body before you realized what you were looking at. You quickly covered them as you let out a soft gasp.

"Oh my god-"

“Shit!” Trevor yelped, as quickly tied the towel around his waist. He hadn't even thought about covering his exposed body until he heard your soft gasp.

“I’m so sorry, Z!” You said sincerely, almost sounding mortified at the sight of seeing your best friend naked. Trevor shook his head, laughing softly as he spoke, "It's fine, it's my fault. Sorry."

You kept your hands over your eyes. Trevor chuckled as he reached out and took your hands away.

"You can open your eyes angel, I promise I'm covered."

You opened your eyes, gulping as you made eye contact with Trevor. The towel was now hanging low around his waist. You could see the outline of his v-line and the light happy trail leading down from his belly button to his most intimate area. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you looked into Trevors eyes. He was smirking softly at you as his eyes trailed down your body too. He wet his lips as hie eyes landed on the top of your boobs sticking out from your bikini. His smirk only grew as his eyes trailed down your torso. He reached out and touched the jewelry adorning your belly button, something he'd always do whenever you wore a swimsuit. It was no secret that Trevor loved your piercing.

The steam from the shower and the intense gaze Trevor was throwing your way made the bathroom feel extremely hot and suddenly you didn't know if you had to pee anymore or if there was another issue that needed taken care of now. No words were shared between you and Trevor as the two of you just stared at each other in a tense silence.

That messy light brown hair, all you wanted to do was run your finger through those waves…

That tanned toned body, all you wanted to do was run your hands down his torso and feel every ab muscle on your fingertips...

Those muscular arms that Trevor worked so hard to grow during the off-season, all you wanted to do was run your fingers over every bulging muscle, every prominent vein, and every dark inked tattoo…

And those soft, veiny hands, all you wanted was for his skilled fingers to touch your most intimate places…

Trevor smirked as he watched you squirm under his gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Don't you have to piss?"

Way to ruin the moment.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and took a breath to compose yourself. You laughed softly, "Yeah, I just uh got distracted."

"You're welcome."

"Shut up."

Trevor chuckled as he stepped out of the shower and walked towards the door. He looked over his shoulder as he spoke, "I'll give you some privacy. If Jamie is still in your bathroom, you can shower up here."

"Thanks Trev." You said softly as you kept your eyes locked on his back muscles. He nodded and left the bathroom, "Of course baby."

Once the door clicked shut you let out a soft whine. You put your head in your hands and rubbed them down your face as you groaned softly.

Baby.

Trevor had always called you that pet name, but something about the way he said it just know made the butterflies in your tummy swarm wildly and the longing ache between your thighs worsen. The sexual tension was only growing between the two of you and you didn't know how to fix it.

Well, you knew how to fix it. You definitely knew how to fix it. However, if you fixed that issue solved that tension, more problems would be created. More problems that you didn't want to deal with. Your body didn't seem to care about that though...

Living with Trevor was going to be the death of you.

hi loves!!

i have not updated this series in MONTHS. it feels so good to write chapters again lol.

ive been answering lots of au asks though, which has given me so many ideas for this story. im very excited to get further into the series and write out some of these asks that you've all sent in! speaking of the au asks, KEEP THEM COMING! i love answering them and hearing your thoughts (you've completely changed the direction I was going to take this series originally, and im so excited its changed)

thank you for your patience, love and support. you all mean so much to me!! life has been crazy, college has been crazy and kicking my booty, so i haven't done as much writing as ive wanted to. so thank you for being so patient as you wait for updates🫂🤍 i will try my best to be more consistent!

i love you all so much. i hope you enjoyed this chapter and keep that asks coming lovelies!😚🤍

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pinkwright · 5 months

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the easiest way for me to see if a tlou fan is full of shit is seeing if they agree w the whole "joel had it coming" n ask them what they think about ellie going after abby

#they fail like everytime its funny #im not gonna get into what i think bc i talk too much n im addicted to playing devils advocate #｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ. sere's shit talk #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #abby anderson #joel miller #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou #tlou 2

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nwheregirl · 9 months

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Assigning “daddy k!nk” gifs to Keanu characters: (NSFW!! No particular order!) (PT.2) (pt.1 here)

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!!BONUS!! you doing this:

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And as usual: have nice fantasies, my loves 🖤😈.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #the devils advocate #john constantine #john constantine x reader #john constantine 2005 #donaka mark #donaka mark x reader #man of tai chi #donnie barksdale #donnie barksdale x reader #the gift #nwheregirl made this #visual #have fun

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lilithlinen · 26 days

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Pregnancy Cravings - KEVIN LOMAX x YOU

Plot: You're 2 months pregnant and it's been a while since you saw your beloved husband, Kevin Lomax.

It's been so long since you saw your husband, because each one of you was busy on your respective business trips. And finally, you met at your penthouse, as soon as you saw him inside you dropped your luggage and you jumped into his arms holding onto him tightly.

Kevin caught you effortlessly, his arms wrapping around you in a fierce embrace. He could feel your exhaustion radiating off your body, but despite that, you smelled just as wonderful as he remembered.

"Welcome home," he whispered, nuzzling your neck. "How was your trip?" He asked before capturing your lips.

Your passionate kiss lasted for minutes, tongues entwining as you savored every part of each other's presence. Eventually, you separated, your breath ragged and panting.

You gazed into his eyes and caressed his cheek. "It was alright, the worst thing about it is that you weren't with me."

Kevin's heart was squeezed at your words, guilty for leaving you alone for so long. He cupped your face, thumb stroking the tear that escaped from your eye.

"Shhh," he whispered, wiping away your tears. "From now on, I promise to be there for you whenever you need me. Next time, you won't have to go without me"

His mouth crashed down on yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, trying to convey his remorse and love in one single kiss. When you broke apart, he whispered fervently:

"Never doubt how much I need you by my side."

You murmured against his lips. "I missed you so much, Kevin." You onto him lovingly.

Kevin swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him at the sheer intensity of your reunion. Your separation had shown him just how much he relied on your presence in his life.

"So did I," he admitted, burying his face in your neck. "But it's over now. We'll never lose each other again."

He pressed a series of soft kisses along your jawline, then raised your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your wedding ring. "Home at last," he murmured, a sigh of relief escaping him.

You smiled at him deeply in love and squeezed his hand gently. "Tell me how have you been, my love?"

Kevin looked at you with a tender smile, his heart swelling with love for you. Despite everything you've been through, you still found your way back to each other.

"Busy," he admitted, shrugging. "Work has been demanding, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Every night I dreamt of coming home to you."

He took you to the couch and sat down with you. He pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You smiled and snuggled up against him, sighing softly. "This is gold."

Kevin wrapped his arms around you tighter, feeling a sense of security washing over him. You were safe and secure in his arms, where you belonged.

"Gold," he agreed, smiling down at you. "You're my most precious treasure."

He kissed you lightly on the forehead, contentment settling over him.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. "Mmm...I'm feeling clingy right now..." You chuckled sheepishly. "Plus, your scent comforts me."

Kevin laughed softly, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He welcomed your clinginess, cherishing these moments of closeness after your recent separation.

"My scent?" He pondered for a moment, chuckling quietly. "That reminds me... have you smelled the new cologne I bought?"

He reached over to grab the bottle from his luggage, applying a generous amount before offering it to you for approval. "Does it suit me?"

You closed your eyes and inhaled the new scent on him. "My goodness..." You murmured underneath your breath. "What is it about you? Everything smells so damn good on you." You buried your face deeper into his neck and placed soft kisses across it. "You're torturing your pregnant wife." You said playfully.

Kevin chuckled, feeling his cock twitch at the mention of your pregnancy, carrying his own child.

"Just another reason why you should keep me close," he countered playfully, grabbing the bottle and spraying some on you. "Remind yourself of me while I'm gone."

Your laughter echoed throughout your home, after weeks of separation and pain. Kevin rubbed your back lovingly.

"Let's get dinner ready. We have much to catch up on."

You giggled and planted a soft kiss against his lips. "Alright, 'sir'. Lead the way."

Kevin grinned, leading you towards the kitchen. The sparkle in your eyes was enough to fuel him for days of grueling work.

"As you wish," he joked, opening up the fridge to check for supplies. "Pregnancy cravings? Perhaps sushi tonight?" He winked at you suggestively.

You giggled and bit your bottom lip softly. "Well, if you're asking about my pregnancy cravings....it doesn't include food."

Kevin froze midway in pulling out ingredients, his head snapping up to look at you. A mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, setting down the items and walking back towards you. "What do you desire then?" His hands trailed up your sides.

You felt a shiver running down your spine as his hands trailed up your sides, you leaned forward and whispered in his ear. " I crave my handsome husband, the most successful advocate in Manhattan. Have you seen him lately?" You asked with a playful tone.

Kevin chuckled, his fingers stopping at your waistband. He leaned in closer to whisper back:

"Not recently," he purred. His eyes gleamed dangerously as he continued, "But perhaps later...we can both see him together"

You sighed lightly, arching into him. Your banter had taken an erotic turn, and he knew exactly how to push your buttons. But there was only one question left:

"Will it satisfy your craving?"

You gazed into his eyes; your chest is heaving with desire. "Yes, only you can satisfy my craving, Kevin."

Kevin's heart raced at your confession, his erection straining against his pants. He knew better than anyone else that you needed more than just words or promises.

With a deft movement, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs wide so that you sat on its edge securely. He stepped between your legs, his hard length pressing firmly against your core. "Is this what you wanted?" he breathed out hoarsely.

You gasped and nodded your head, pulling him even closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck yes..." You breathed out as you crashed your lips on his.

Kevin groaned into the kiss, his hips grinding involuntarily against your pussy. The ache inside him matched yours; both needed release after so many weeks apart. With steady hands, he undid your blouse slowly - each snap released another level of passion within you and him.

You moaned against his lips, your hands reaching down to unbuckle his pants. "Kevin, I can't wait any longer." your eyes pleaded with him.

Kevin hesitated for a moment, wanting to draw out this foreplay as long as possible. But your gaze told him differently.

"For you..." he growled lowly, stepping back to finish undressing himself and you. Once naked, he pushed your legs further apart and positioned himself above you, poised right at the entrance of your swollen heat. "On three?"

He didn't wait for an answer; on two he thrust deep inside your waiting pussy in one swift motion.

Your walls gripped him tightly - it had been too long, far too long since you last made love. Kevin's eyes rolled back into his head as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each stroke brought you both closer to ecstasy until finally...

Orgasm hit you both like lightning - your screams echoed off the walls while Kevin pounded harder into your quivering body. You climaxed together violently on your kitchen counter.

Panting heavily, he pulled out and said between heavy breaths. "It's time to eat." Kevin grinned mischievously, leaning in to bite gently at the base of your neck. His gaze darted from your eyes down to your dripping quivering pussy.

With a crazed hunger, he dove down licking along your stomach before diving straight for your sacred spot -his favorite toy.

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Demonic!Kevin x Intern!Reader

Premise: You work as intern for Kevin Lomax, a powerful, suave, sexy southern lawyer who has just taken over his fathers law firm. Everyone seems to hate Kevin for something, whether it is his power, his cockiness, or the fact that he's likely tried to fuck their wives. You find him terrifying for a different reason...

Tags/CW: demon!Kevin, angel!reader, intern!reader, reader is fresh out of college and dirt poor, Kevin tries to seduce reader over time, shy!reader, chaste!reader, virgin!reader, age gap (22/32), dom!Kevin, sub!reader, slight dubcon, corruption kink, mirror sex, dirty dreams, degradation, rough sex, aggressive sex, oral, p in v, praise kink, raw.

The office day is typically very mind numbing. You were only an intern, unpaid at that, so you mainly picked up grunt work like coffee orders and print jobs. It was okay work, you signed up for it knowing that it was just a stepping stone for your career as a lawyer later. What really bothered you most about your job, was your boss.

Kevin Lomax was once the long lost, then reunited again son of John Milton, the law firms original founder. Kevin now took over for his father most days, who had plenty of business trips and meetings that he was more interested in. What bothered most of the other staff was understandable. He was young, and there were other members of the team who worked far too long and hard to be usurped by someone half their age. He was cocky, said what was on his mind, talked with that slippery southern tongue of his words no one else could get away with saying. On top of all that, he was a womanizer, he would often take money from corporate to spend lavishly in the top clubs of New York. There were many newspaper headlines that show Kevin, smile happy and languid, while women rest around him like some kind of Greek statue denoting the god of sex himself.

All that, Kevin's power, his age, the fact that he could out fuck most of the old lawyers here gave him a reputation, gave him contempt, and gave him an ego worst of all.

None of it was what bothered you, however. What bothered you was how no one else seemed to notice the horns. Right there, at the top of Kevin's head, amongst his so neatly trimmed and slicked inky black hair. They were small. Two round, little golden points. They seemed to sharpen at the tips.

You couldn't help but let out a gasp when you first met with him, as his new intern. The secretary that introduced you to him gave a glare at the noise, upset at any sense of disrespect from you towards Kevin. With a small wave of his hand, Kevin dismissed the woman without a word. Instead, his attention was completely focused on you.

He had a smile that you couldn't quite define. Was he intrigued by you? Perhaps. His eyes made you want to squirm in your seat, heat rising to your cheeks and to your own surprise, your cunt too. You've never felt such a way by any man. In fact, you would go as far as to say you were chaste. A virgin who had never really been tempted by anyone in such a way.

Here you were though, looking at a man with golden horns atop his head, ready to cum from the smallest attention. You moved your thighs together, somehow knowing that Kevin could tell his effect on you. In your first meeting, Kevin didn't try anything more than that. No, with the way he looked at you, you knew he loved a chase more than anything.

From there, more strange things only continued to occur. Besides the obvious horns on the top of Kevin's head, you swore you could see the glinting of sharp pearly whites behind his sultry lips. No else focused on Kevin's fangs, only you. You found yourself having to look away, for why you're unsure, when Kevin smiled too wide. It was like a sheep fearing the wolf's sharp bite, something in your stomach coiled with that feeling when you saw his fangs.

It didn't stop there, no. When you shook Kevin's hand for the first time, you noticed how sharp his nails were, immediately. His hands were human, but the nails were pointed, and dark. His entire ends of his fingertips seemed as if they had been burnt, with no injury. Just sooty black tips. You recoiled from his touch, and when you glance up to see his reactions, he is laughing at you. Before he speaks you feel like an embarrassed child, her crush having rejected her and now teasing her with his laughter.

"You are going to be..." He finally says when his laughter fades, then pausing to search for the right word.

"So interesting..." His clawed hand reaches up as he speaks, his voice soft with wonder for you. You flinch when his skin presses against your cheek as light as a feather. His skin is so warm, that of someone feverish if that had been human.

Human. Yes, that was what Kevin Lomax was not. You were sure of it. Unfortunately, your contract as an intern was not something you could walk away from. Besides the breach of contract, the firm paid for your housing, food, and any thing else you needed to work in such an expensive city as New York. You wouldn't be able to live here with hopes of starting a career if you left.

You were stuck here, with a devil of a boss, and no one but you seemed privvy to it. Perfect. You're sure your cheeky boss knew that too.

Fine, you're work life is in a strange place, but at least you get some down time when you finally go back to your apartment. Or, it would be if it weren't for the dreams.

They all start the same, you're in a garden of some sort. It's lush, green, full of life. As you enjoy soaking in the sun, a crisp halo above your head, you sense a darkness coming. When you open your eyes, Kevin is already between your legs, kissing your inner thighs as he goes deeper. You can't even hide your want, it comes out in pretty little gasps as he laps at your clit with purpose.

Soon enough he's at your neck, spreading your legs and moving his hips to replace the empty space made. He whispers such naughty things in your ears that you always seem to forget upon waking. He wets his cock at your entrance, which is more than ready for him, before plunging in deeply, taking you in no gentle manner at all. And despite what your waking self would think, you open wider for him, allowing him to fuck you however he pleases. Asking him to go rougher even. You already know you'll awake in a blushed and embarrassed state from all this.

The one thing you always remember happening, just before Kevin fills your tight little pussy up, is him reaching up, through your mess of hair and grabbing hold of that little golden halo. He wrenches it off of you, tossing it away, and you feel yourself darken to his level. Then, you awake, in a gasp and missing the fullness you had just imagined. It always felt so real.

It was only made worse by the fact that when you went into work after nights like that, you could feel Kevin's gaze, almost physically burning two little holes into your back even. You could watch those dark eyes of his trail up your body, stopping at all the places that made you feel even more like a sexual object to him. Your new wardrobe, picked out by Kevin himself when you started working, revealed all the more. He chose to dress you in only the highest quality and name brand clothes, but decided cuts that exposed your breasts and thighs were the most professional. You felt like a whore most of the time, but no one else in the office dare to look at you the way Kevin does. They knew better.

Today, you're delivering files for this or that to Kevin's office, cheeks still pink from the morning's dream. When you walk in, it's as if Kevin can smell that lust you had for him. He inhales and smiles slyly, leaning back in his chair with hands behind his head, horns glinting in the morning light.

"Good morning, Angel..." He says his signature pet name for you with a huskiness in his voice. His eyes size you up, determining what, you are unsure.

"Good morning, Mr. Lomax." You respond, as always keeping your tone as even as possible, as not to reveal anything.

"You look tired, did you get enough sleep?" The words are pointed, a laugh hidden somewhere within them, as if he is sharing some private joke you're not in on.

"It was alright," your voice is soft, barely raised above a whisper. You wish you weren't so shy, and that Kevin didn't have such an effect on you, but he did. He always did.

"No bad dreams? Nightmares...?" He prods with that knowing look in his eye. You glance up to those horns, thinking of how you held them, bringing him closer in your dream and gripping his hair. You know he's caught you looking, and you try to focus on anything else.

"No, sir..." Your voice finds itself finally, and you're still gazing at the dark wooden floors of Kevin's office when suddenly his fingers are lifting up your chin. You can feel the claws gently, tenderly, on your smooth flesh. Your eyes meet Kevin's, and even up close, the blackness of his eyes only seems to get darker, deeper. You feel the world tunnel between the two of you, and nothing else matters.

"What's wrong, Angel? Something on your mind?" As he says this, you can almost see it. Those images of him fucking your rentlessly. You feel as if he's reading your mind.

"I just..." You can barely get the words you, you're beginning to feel so flustered by the dirty thoughts roaming your mind. You see his fangs glint in the light as he speaks again.

"Just? Tell me, darlin'..." His soft, southern voice coaxes you, honey sweet. You can barely stand now, and you don't even know when Kevin started being so close, his body now supporting yours, a hand wrapped around your back.

"It's just so hard to think right now..." You whisper, your lips barely moving, and for a moment you wonder if you even said anything at all.

"Do you want me to take it away? All that worry." He looks so deeply into your soul, you feel as if you're on fire. Everywhere he's touching you right now is a burning, tingling mess. All you can do is nod, your brow furrowed and your heart fluttering with anxiety and want.

Kevin leans in and presses his lips to yours, and that heat floods from your mouth down to your pussy. He gently coaxes you into him, his mouth moving perfectly to get you to open for him. When you do, his tongue plays with yours, inviting you to explore his mouth. You move it across his teeth and feel your stomach tense when you glide across the sharpness of his fangs. They really are there, you can't believe it.

Your hands move up to his hair, so curious. You have to know. Have you been imagining this, or have they always really been there...? You let your fingers play in the darkness of his hair as he kisses down your neck, and finally you feel that hard, protruding horn. When you touch it, Kevin pulls back to look at you.

"So, you really do see them. I was starting to wonder if it was only me seeing that halo above you..." You look at Kevin with confusion as his gaze pulls to above your head.

"What do you mean?" Your voice speaks, and Kevin pulls you towards the giant windows of his office. The light from this time of day allows both of your reflections to appear, translucent and tender.

You gasp as you see it, that small golden ring above your head. Your hand reaches up, and you flinch when you feel the cool metal there. You never noticed, you have no idea how you never noticed.

"There's a reason why I call you my little angel..." His voice is right against your ear, his breath hot and tickling your exposed neck and ear. You glance back at the reflection and when you do, it's as if Kevin's horns have grown, long and golden. When he presses his body into you, you know something else has grown too. The heat of his cock against your back is driving you mad.

"This...this doesn't make sense..." You try to be rational, try to stay grounded, but it's no use. Not when Kevin's at your neck, his fangs tasting you, but not sinking in.

"Does it have to? Or can we just do what our bodies want..." Kevin continues to coax you, his hands riding up your waist to meet your chest.

"I don't..." You want to lie. Say you don't want this, but it won't even leave your mouth.

"Tell me to stop and I will..." Kevin declares, and somehow, you know it's true. Your mouth opens, and Kevin's touch stills, listening, waiting for the words.

Your lips close, and instead a moan escapes where "Stop" should have been. You can't help yourself anymore. You've wanted this for too long, night after night of dreaming this. You feel something flutter on your back, and Kevin moves. Your wings unfurl, white and delicate. They're so small, having not been used in so long. The more Kevin touches you the more you seem to remember. You can't believe you forgot this part of yourself.

Kevin slowly moves your top so that your wings may be free, as well as freeing your breasts into the cool office air. He runs his hands up to them, the heat so contrasting with your cool, calm skin. You let him play with you, showing you in the mirror how much he's enjoying this. You glance at yourself, and somehow it turns you on to see yourself being corrupted as such.

"You're going to let me taint you, my little angel?" Kevin's breaths speaks into your neck. You moan out in response, as his hands move downward, slipping off your skirt and sliding into your panties.

"You're already so wet for me," He adds with a grin as he begins to toy with you. His fingers glide carefully over your clit, both teasing you and being sure not to hurt you with his claws.

"Please..." You moan out as this teasing begins to torture you. You want him so bad you feel as if you will drown without him. The spell he casts on you is so wicked.

"Please what...? Tell me what you want me to do." He wants you to say it, say all those dirty things in your head. You know he wants to see how creative you are in imagining him fucking you. That is a true sign of how he has begun to change you, making your angelic self fall. You can almost feel your halo dimming, just slightly as you begin.

"I want," you start, the words escaping with moans. "I want you to fuck me...right here, against the glass..."

Kevin smiles, and those fangs flash, your body shudders at the sight.

"Oh really, my sweet. You want everyone in New York to see you pressed against my window, and fucked silly? Is that it?" He chides you, making you admit how badly you want it before giving you more of his touch.

"Y-yes...I want everyone to know how much of a whore I've become, sir..." You can't believe you're saying it, but it's true. You know how badly you've wanted this.

"That's a good girl... Now, why don't you get down on your knees for me first." He says, and you follow, your Mary Jane's clacking on the wooden floor. Your knees meet the wood, and your bare ass is pressed against the cold glass. Kevin unleashes his cock from his suit pants, and you let out a breath. It's so big, the girth alone was enough to make you nervous, the length made it worse.

"I want to see those big doe eyes looking up at me while you suck my cock." Kevin instructs, and you nod, taking his cock in your hands.

You begin to open your mouth, but Kevin grows tired of waiting, opting to move a Hans behind your head and pull you into it. His coxk floods your mouth, your tongue struggling to move out of the way. You've never had something this big in there, it's almost hard to breathe as he slides himself in deeper. You moan from the feeling, and somehow you find yourself relishing in being so obedient, to be used so well by someone so powerful.

You let him fuck your throat, your spit increasing and soon enough your practically drooling on his cock.

"I knew you'd be such a nice little slut to have around the office," Kevin says, a few moans almost escaping him. "I just had make you fall, angel."

You keep looking up at him like he told you too, your eyes wide and innocent as ever, such a pretty little lamb to the slaughter for him. You wonder if he really will keep you around after he uses you up, you don't know what a demon may do to a sweet angel like you. You watch as Kevin's eyes close in pleasure as he fucks your mouth deeper than ever, your moans turning to chokes as he really uses your throat for nothing more than a cocksleeve.

Kevin pulls out of your mouth, his cock hot and hard. He pulls you up, your knees beginning to find bruises. He kisses you deeply, desperately, uncaring if your face is so messy from sucking his cock. Then he pulls his mouth down to your breast, sucking and biting on your nipples.

"Was I...a good slut for you..?" You say, so innocently, needing to hear him tell you this.

Kevin looks up from your breast and smiles.

"You're such a good whore, let me reward you..." You feel your heart lift from his praise, and your pussy wetten. He moves down from your breasts and spreads your legs, pressing you up against the glass once more. You stay standing, locking one leg over his shoulder, and his arms supporting the other.

His mouth suckles at your clit, and with such sudden attention, you feel as if you might cum right there. He backs off, tongue exploring the rest of your cunt, licking deeply, tasting you as if he has never tasted something so delicious.

"You're so sweet..." He breathes out, the air tickling your exposed pussy. He let's his claws graze up your thighs as he continues to tease you. You shudder against his touch, and he smiles into his licks, satisfied with pleasing you so.

You find his hair, how a mess from your hands, and pull him in. You feel his horns, now long enough to clutch, and you take hold of them, bobbing with his head. He moans into your pussy as you stroke them, obviously they're sensitive to your touch. You almost smile at finding a weakness of his.

You feel so close when Kevin kisses back up your stomach, moaning out from the lack of attention on your cunt.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like what's next more..." He hushes you between kisses until he's back up at your mouth. You taste yourself on his lips and somehow want more.

Kevin picks you up, pulling you from the window and placing you on his desk.

"I think we've given New York enough of a show, why don't you give me one..." He says as he looks down on your body laid bare for him. Your wings press against the wood as you lay back fully, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Kevin slowly takes off the rest of his suit, making you watch with want as he undresses. You notice he has wings of his own, black, and unfurling into much larger ones than yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

When he's left you there long enough, he strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it on your clit. He plays with you there as you moan out for him, watching your every twitch with pleasure on his face. He taps the head of his cock onto your clit a few times before sliding down to meet your entrance. Your breath hitches as you tense, nervous for something so big for your first time.

"I'm..." you begin to explain, but Kevin finishes your sentence.

"A virgin? I know, that's one of the reasons I picked you." He smirks, and you feel a blush fall over your body from the implications. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... At first."

He says this as begins to push his cock into your wetness, and you moan out, clutching his arms as you're stretched far beyond what you ever expected. He gets a few inches in before he stops, let's you accommodate his girth. He pushes a little more before he's stopped by your pussy, your virginity not allowing him in deeper. You watch as he reaches down, his claws careful but skillful, taking his thumb and massaging your clit before moving any deeper.

You lean your head back in ecstasy as you enjoy the feeling of being so full and having your clit petted so perfectly. You barely notice Kevin slowly easing his way past your hymen, using the pleasure he gives you to mask any pain. You only wince once, when he's fully inside you, so deep you can hardly stand it. He pulls back, and you half expect him to lose control, slam into your pussy right away, but he doesn't.

Kevin takes his time with you, slowly pumping himself in and out, working with your body to make sure you feel good too.

"You like that, my angel?" He breathes out, checking on you. You nod, moaning his name, your legs wrapping around tighter.

He continues, picking up speed slowly until he's fucking you with precise and controlled movements. You love how good it feels, being so full and so stretched by him. Every time he hits the deepest parts, you feel it in your stomach, the pain mixed with the pleasure he keeps providing with rubbing your clit driving you mad. You feel yourself tighten around his cock.

"Oh no, angel, don't cum just yet..." He teases, pulling his thumb from your clit. You whine in response.

"I want to see you touch yourself for me," he says with husky want in his voice. "I want you to play with yourself while I fuck you."

"Yes, sir..." You respond, and you can tell he likes it when you call him that. You like being so submissive for him, your hand reaching down for your clit while your other finds your breast, playing with both for him.

Kevin begins to move faster now, pumping himself in and out of your pussy fast enough that your chunky shoes clack together behind his back. You moan out, pressing your head into the wooden desk as you near release. Your hands move with desperation, looking to touch yourself just right. You feel your pussy clenching around his cock, and you can barely moan, your breath stuck in your throat as you begin to get pushed over the edge.

"K-Kevin..." You barely get out as his cock hardens more than ever, punishing your cunt with relentless pumps.

You move your fingers faster until finally you feel it. That heat releasing in your own body, every muscle tense and your pussy tightening so much Kevin can hardly fuck you properly. You feel your legs spasm, the muscles losing themselves to pleasure as it overflows in your body. You don't even remember moaning, but you are. All that is enough for Kevin as well, his cock shuddering and emptying his cum so deep inside of you. The liquid is so hot you feel as if he's set a fire inside you, his cock twitching to fuck his cum deeper. You hear him moan your name in response, and look up to see him looking so breathless and content.

He moves onto you, laying his head at your breast. You see those horns of his again, so close now. You almost laugh at the thought of how they perplexed you so upon meeting Kevin. Kevin presses his body into, as if he can't get close enough.

You wonder for a moment if it's you who's tamed this demon, not the other way around.

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rosesloveletters · 1 year

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Flame in the Dark.

pairing: John Milton x Fem. Reader

word count: 6,019

warnings: language, smut, irreverent use of religion/religious terminology (come on, he’s Satan, what am I supposed to do?)

summary: This was why you came to him, after all, because he could give you things that no one else could. // Just because you had difficulty coming to terms with an unattached sexual encounter did not mean that he did and he was showing you the way…

author’s note: whew! I didn’t thought this would ever see the light of day, but I’m pleased to finally have something to post for my readers. I haven’t written smut in almost two years, so please be kind. I’ve been dying to write for John Milton since I saw the Devil’s Advocate last summer and I’ve finally done it! Enjoy!

edited.

gif credit: miss-kt on tumblr

She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire can compare with her. Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who lay hold of her; those who hold her fast are called happy. Proverbs 3:15-18.

There were only two separate sounds which reached your ears that you could discern amid the other thoughts vying in strict competition for the same recognition inside your mind: your gentle breathing and the crackling fireplace, which had cast the otherwise dimly lit room in an otherworldly orange glow. The space itself was cold and so you had taken up residency on the hearth beside the roaring blaze. Your gaze was trained on the flickering flames as they waltzed to an inaudible ballad, the delicate way in which they moved was a beautiful contrast to its highly destructive nature. You were mesmerized by it; your dilated pupils reflected their dance and the amber color illuminated your face in the dark. You had stepped into a realm of nonexistence and the cold air made your lungs ache. You ignored it, but the way your body shuddered betrayed you. The fire was warm; You were stood so close that you might as well be kindling, combustible under the intensity of the heat which radiated from the burning flames, yet the shivers that traveled down your spine never ceased. Perhaps your physical form had not acclimated itself to the change in temperature or it was the result of something far more sinister.

It was the sort of feeling that manifested from desire, of watching or of being watched, and being forced to remain impassive. The minor irritation turned frustratingly urgent, desperate were you to scratch that itch, to placate the tide rising within you and return to calmer waters. To suppress it any longer put one’s fragile psyche under far too much distress and discomfort.

It was where temptation met physicality, when seeing was no longer satisfaction. The only thing that was enough to satiate the fire burning on the inside was to act on it. The need made you shudder; nothing short of being burned alive would be enough to save your soul this time.

You could sense him watching from across the room. A carefully trained ear could pick up the nearly imperceptible clinking of ice cubes inside a glass as it was being raised to a pair of smirking lips. You didn’t need to turn around to know for certain that his eyes were on you. He sized you up from across the room while he fixed himself a drink, observing you whilst sipping casually.

It was slightly unnerving when he didn’t talk; you were used to his eloquence, but mostly the lack thereof. It was his irreverence that turned you on and when he did not speak it always meant the same thing: now was the time for action and impulse. He would talk, when he was ready; John Milton loved to talk, never at a loss for what to say.

It appeared he always knew what you were thinking and these instances seemed to play out at the direction of your inner monologue each time the pair of you came together; if one thing was for certain, it was that sex with John Milton was always a passionate, carnal affair.

If you were comfortable, he carried out acts at the height of human depravity; you were safe to explore that side with him.

He wore arrogance like armor that made him invincible, but this was more than what it seemed. This was self-indulgence at its finest and you were enamored by the endless possibilities which had been presented to you over the course of your employment at Milton, Chadwick and Waters.

This law firm was far from ordinary and you had sensed it on your first day, so why were you here? The atmosphere was impersonal yet the walls around you seemed to breathe; you had come here far too often to be offput by it.

God rest your soul, there was some compulsivity which had driven you to repeat the same mistakes and that was your heaven. Walking through those doors and into the office that belonged to the head of the firm was comparable to coming home to your Lord and revisiting the church after a lengthy sabbatical. Even if you were not religious by any means, there was a reason your mind went there. Stained glass windows in your mind opened onto the city and purified your thoughts but even that would not be enough to cause you to repent.

The part of you that belonged to him called you and tempted you further and further from the light. It was dark here, sans the fire burning in the gloom; Milton’s face was illuminated, yet there was a darkness within him no light cast upon his physical form would diminish.

“Come, now,” Milton’s voice in your ear made you turn and look at him, only to find him still standing behind his desk though you could have sworn it sounded like he was directly at your back. You suppressed a shiver as he regarded you and his eyes seemed to smirk, “have a drink with me.”

His dark eyes glittered in the light of the fire and he smiled in your direction, but there was a malicious edge to it which warned ominously ‘tread carefully.’

You ignored his request, “Why do I keep coming here, Mr. Milton?”

The head of the firm barked a sharp laugh like how he was prone to do and you forced yourself not to jump at the sudden sound, “I asked you to, dear,” he answered, conveniently sidestepping the response he had to know you sought, “You are welcome to go home after hours if you want, in fact, it’s strongly encouraged!”

Then, as an afterthought, “And please, call me John.”

He had asked you, hadn’t he? That was right; he had caught you in the hall earlier in the day and, when one thing led to another, he invited you to his office after working hours to have a drink with him. You knew how it happened, just not why. What purpose had you for coming here?

The repetitiveness played to your senses and yet you did not know what drew you here, “John,” you corrected yourself as you addressed him by name; the weight of it on your tongue felt heavy and tasted metallic like blood, “I know you invited me. I just don’t know why I’m standing here in front of you when I could be on my way home.”

He poured the liquid into a crystal glass without taking his eyes off you, “it’s tricky,” he said, “do you want to be here or would you like to go home?”

You couldn’t tell if he was being patronizing or not as you approached his desk and reached for the glass he offered you, “I would say that I wouldn’t be here unless I wanted to be,” you started, “but sometimes I feel like I have no control over my own actions. That might seem strange to you.”

“Not strange at all,” he reassured you as he sank down into the chair behind his desk, eyes never straying from their subtle assessment of you, “‘No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind’. You make your own decisions, darling, but I can’t say I’m not pleased that you decided to spend the evening with me after all.”

‘I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.’

It was not the first time you had done this. Temptation led you here, into your own personal garden of Eden where the serpent laid in wait to pour its poison into your ear. It was your choice to make, yet each time you entered John’s office did you forfeit your free will. That was not the case, because you could leave at any time; you were holding yourself captive and the God’s honest truth was that you loved that feeling.

The smirk on John’s face grew as you gulped down the alcohol he had poured for you and you winced imperceptibly as the liquid scorched a path of fire down your throat; suffering felt religious when done right and you craved it every time you came to him.

Milton regarded you appreciatively as you perched on the edge of his desk. He was thrilled that you were so trusting the first time you had come to him and that he was the only one with permission to fuck you. You had not explicitly said those words to him, but heaven help the poorest of poor souls who might try, because hell sure wouldn’t.

He let those thoughts steep in his mind as he mulled over the connotations; you kept coming here because you wantedhim to fuck you, but nothing of such great magnitude was ever that simple.

“I’m glad I did too,” you answered him, “I was almost afraid I wouldn’t have the nerve to set foot in here again.”

“Why is that?” he asked the question like he was interested in the answer.

“Well…” you ventured, “after the last time, I-”

“Nonsense!” John waved away your insecurities like they were no more than a cloud of bothersome smoke wreathed around his head, “You’ve got to let go of that vacillation. Do you want to know what I think?”

You knew that he was going to tell you without even having to ask or venture a guess, so you remained silent for his explanation.

“You enjoyed yourself the last time. Didn’t you?” Milton asked, “always knew you were going to come back because you just couldn’t get far enough away from that ache you get in your core when I put you over my desk and worship you better than any one of God’s precious children does in church on Easter Sunday.”

This was no religious experience; John Milton was a crisis of your faith and without him would you have remained devout to that same hollow existence, devoid of pleasures many sought after only to deny themselves of and condemn those who did not. You had not thought of it that way before. Something about this man was strangely religious even if the deeds he engaged in were anything but.

Milton’s gaze never wavered or strayed far from yours as he got to his feet and parted your legs which were previously pressed together on the sturdy desk made of polished wood; your core throbbed at his words as you had begun to ache with need at the turn of the conversation. He was right: that feeling his words gave went straight to the place between your legs and there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening. It was no secret that your boss held power over your body and the reactions he drew from it both unnerved and excited you.

Milton placed one hand on either of your shoulders and with your knees apart, he stood between your parted legs, “you can leave, if you want,” he leaned close to whisper hotly in your ear, “but you and I both know you don’t really want to do that.”

His fingertips played with the hem of your skirt, tantalizingly dancing between fabric and flesh as he caressed you reverently. The dress code at the law firm dictated your appearance and attire; it was no secret as to why.

“How do you know what I want?”

The question made him smirk as though he were enjoying some private little joke with himself before he answered, “the same way I know what every person wants. We all want what’s been forbidden from us, to taste what our palates can’t handle only to prove that we can,” with one hand, he reached to cup your cheek, “you can. This can be whatever you want it to. Don’t pressure yourself to come up with a reason for it when you don’t need one.”

The dance you did with John was one of elegant footwork and aligned movements. A casual hookup for sins of the flesh, but it did not matter. You came to him all the same, for all the reasons you did not need or want; sex for the sake of sex…what a concept.

You were the one who closed the gap between your bodies, bringing your lips to John’s as you felt his smirk widen and his hand slid up the length of your thigh. The warm hand stopped at your panties and as you kissed, it began to explore. He made an appreciative noise as his fingers probed further; the barrier between your core and Milton’s fingers was already wet with your desire and that pleased him.

Suddenly, both of his hands were under your skirt, slowly stripping you of your thin undergarment and you broke the kiss to watch him do so. You let him slide your cotton panties down your legs until they fell to the office floor and he grinned at you wolfishly. You wanted to be furious that someone should have this much control over your body, but your brain translated fury into passion and that fueled the hellfire within you that succumbed to temptation so easily.

John’s fingers were back and that warm hand worked its magic on your clit, teasing your precious bud of nerves until it pearled under his skilled ministrations. Your body responded to his touch in a way almost inhuman. You let your boss forwardly grope you and fondle your most sensitive area as he teased you into submission.

You arched your back, fingers clenching the arm of his pristine suit and he chuckled devilishly at your reaction, “well, that was easy,” he commented with a breathy laugh, “don’t hold back, honey. That must feel good. Well, better than just ‘good’, I’d say. I’ve been around the block a time or two if you know what I mean.”

Your thighs quivered and it took severe perseverance not to spread them apart further in eager appreciation and with the demand for more, faster. Milton’s fingertip circled your clit as he played with the notion of perhaps giving you what you so desired.

Not until the length of his fingers sunk inside you did you cry out in bliss. Your sharp cries were music to his ears; whatever he had to do to hear more of them, he would gladly oblige.

John preferred to have sex in the pitch black. The fact that you couldn't rely on your eyes and had to use touch and sound rather than visualize what was happening interested him and kept him engaged. The only light in the room was from the fire and even the flickering flames were not enough to brighten his side of the room at such a distance.

John was all about pleasure. He truly would worship you because that was what kept you coming back to him. He loved the noises you made when he kissed his way down your stomach and how your body reacted to his warm lips, raising goosebumps on your skin. He delighted in your quiet moans of pleasure and the way your breathing changed with every pinch and knead of his hands.

Even if you couldn't see him, he could see you.

Milton scissored the two fingers he had within your warm wetness. If he was shocked by how wet you were from the penetration, he did not mention it. He had seen it all, but even so, he took none of it for granted.

You were near to collapsing onto his desk from the effort of remaining upright while he fingered you, “John…” you moaned his name breathily, “oh…oh, God…”

Milton scoffed as he doubled down, pressing his thumb hard against your clit and making you shriek with pleasure, “God… That’s who you’re thinking about right now, God? My hand is between your legs and you’re thinking about God? Because, last time I checked, He’s not going to get down off His throne in heaven to give you any relief. Don’t say His name again. I don’t see Him here.”

In this state you were uncertain of the truth behind his words and you did not care to know. His vehement request would not be ignored, but the only thing you needed now was John’s touch, his hands, his mouth, him.

“John!” You gasped, repeating his name like a sacred prayer and this seemed to satisfy him. John spread you apart, pulled daringly at your seams until you unraveled for him. He had learned what excited you and what made you incoherent with a fervent ache. He learned to interpret all those barely perceptible changes in your voice and the inflection of your moans and he knew precisely what he needed to do to give you orgasm.

But you were not coming yet.

John extracted his fingers from your warmth and you whimpered from how sensitive you were. A force beyond your control seemed to draw your eyes to his visage as he lifted his hand to his lips and crudely licked his fingers clean of your juices.

Unable to remain steady in your sitting position any longer, you allowed yourself a reprieve and fell back upon his desk. You laid spread for him like an alter sacrifice that John would use to further break the laws of God.

He helped himself to your body, a simple flick of the wrist and he had removed your blouse. With only your bra to cover your chest, you arched your back enticingly and reached for him, “John, touch me…” you gasped, wanting to run your hands through his hair and rip him apart like he was doing to you. You wanted to drive him insane with arousal; you wanted him hungry for you.

Milton swiftly removed your bra and exposed your tits. He squeezed and kneaded the soft mounds of flesh on your chest and pinched your nipples between his dexterous fingers. The stimulation made you squirm and squeal, feeling a flood of juices gush from your center as your pussy throbbed with renewed vigor.

You pushed your breasts further into his hands and your mouth fell open when he finally engulfed one hard nipple in his mouth, comparable to how he had done with your clit. His thumb gently caressed and rubbed the other nipple until you had tears streaming down your face, “John!” you screamed his name and suddenly was he taken aback by how loud you were being for him …he loved it.

He knew all too well how sensitive your breasts were; teasing both of your nipples to hardness was too easy.

Milton moved quickly from your breasts and, without giving you more than a moment or two to recover, he dropped to his knees, pulled you closer by your hips and swiped his tongue over your clit.

You squealed and twisted in his grip, but his hands kept you pinned against the desk. You were not getting away from him.

His tongue probed your glistening folds and penetrated your pussy to taste directly from the source. The longer he lapped at your fruit, the closer to release you became and he knew it; you were ripe and ready to be devoured.

“Oh, John!” you cried, “Please! Please, please…”

He loved when you begged with delirious rapture, delighting in the knowledge that you were ready to burst but couldn’t quite get there until he relented. You were close to tears, bound in raw and excruciating arousal and ready to cum at any second.

Making you cum was the most erotic reward of them all.

You could be tricky but he never had to work too hard to get you off. You were not used to such gratifying sex. The tricks Milton used were unfair, to say the least, but as his tongue currently plunged into you, you did not really give a damn. This was why you came to him, after all, because he could give you things that no one else could.

Perhaps it would change when he got you acclimated to having sex with him on a regular basis, but for now, your desires were being fulfilled the way you wanted and you were going to soak up every solitary second.

Even though you were very different people, when you came together like this, you fit like two centerpieces of a puzzle, even if Milton’s edges were jagged.

“John!” your sharp cry of his name came as a warning, “Fuck! I’m going to cum! Please…please!!”

He loved teasing you, driving you to the very edge only to leave you teetering on the precipice of that sweet release until you sobbed for it but he never pushed you over until he was ready for you to take that final plunge.

He loved to keep you guessing what his next move might be; you would whimper in despair when you were about to come, only for him to ease off you and grin in the dark when you groaned his name in frustration.

This time when he did, he made amends by gently kissing your inner thighs, aware of how sensitive the skin was there and he laughed at how your pussy was clenching around nothing, “aren’t you something?” he mused as he took in the sight of you laid there, his for the taking, “you must like what you’re receiving, since you don’t seem to be in any hurry to head for the door.”

You weren’t leaving until you got what you came for. You had known what you wanted from the moment John invited you here and it was foolish to deny yourself acknowledgement of that. He must’ve known, otherwise why else were you here? You were involved in a complicated relationship with the head of this law firm but, as he had said before, it did not have to be.

Just because you had difficulty coming to terms with an unattached sexual encounter did not mean that he did and he was showing you the way…

“John, please…” you whined, “I need you to fuck me.”

Nothing turned him on as much as your delectable moans and pleas. He wanted to touch and taste you for all of eternity.

John ceased his assault on your body and he peered down at you with satisfaction for your readiness for him, “alright, alright. I’ve had my fun, but you also seemed to like it,” he laughed as this time he used words to tease you, “but let’s get down to business, shall we?”

You hauled yourself into a sitting position once more and pulled John closer to you by his tie. Your hungry insistence made him laugh as he unbuckled his belt, “take it easy, darling” he cooed and patted your hair, “we’re going to get to the good stuff. It’s coming, don’t you worry.”

The air was cold inside of this room, but the passion John had ignited within you burned your skin. You were not usually this desperate; whatever it was that had taken hold of you here was relentless and even if you chose to fight against it would have been to no avail. There were unseen forces working against you and the choices you made led you deeper into this cycle of moral and physical degradation. You did not care how needy you seemed. If Milton had wished it, you would have been on your knees, and not in prayer, in a heartbeat.

Milton kissed you feverishly and almost as if he had heard your thoughts, he said, “there will be a time for that, but for now, your pleasure is mine.”

Under normal circumstances, that would have frightened you, but in your current state there was the possibility that you had unintentionally said your thoughts out loud. You were not in control of yourself, driven to carnality by the incessant urging of your boss and the things he was doing to your body and to your mind.

He unzipped his pants and you gasped as you hung onto him, giving in to desire as you kissed his jaw and neck. You wanted to kiss across every inch of that man’s body and if he really could read your thoughts then he knew that already, so half the work was done for you.

He had prepared you well and it was time to deliver; there was no time like the present.

“Lay down for me, darling,” he crooned, tilting his head and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You did as you were told, allowing him to help you lower yourself back onto his desk. His hands were warm on your skin and his touch was gentle; with your skirt rucked up and your top missing, you looked like a renaissance painting and John Milton was the artist.

John could have had any casual partner he wanted, but what interested him was not merely sex but the corruption. He wanted you, body and soul, to belong to him.

He never would have thought you capable of the level of intensity at which you fucked. He had never fucked so lasciviously and brutal with anyone like you and he had had more sex in this lifetime than he would have willingly admitted to you just yet. It was animalistic and licentious, loud and sweaty and at times he believed he had gone too far and was being too rough. But you were up for almost anything if it was with him.

It could have been soft and delicate, gentle and sweet in a way he rarely experienced. You could have spent hours together, cuddling, making love and kissing passionately, exploring each other’s bodies with rapt curiosity. It was moments like these, when Milton’s cock bore into you and you cried out for more of him, that he realized he could have taken all he wanted from you and you would have given it up without a fight. Humans were weak, he reasoned, at least their resolve was. That was the beauty of it: you were a pawn in his unending chess game with God, locked in a battle he could not win but would never stop trying. This made it worth every failure.

You, squirming beneath him as he gripped the backs of your thighs to hold you in position while he fucked you mercilessly. Every moan, gasp and call of his name stroked the ego of this vain fallen angel. You knew not what you did, how could you be to blame, but that was not the way things worked; Milton was using you for his own gain and you wanted him to destroy you.

You rolled your hips against his, but the brutal rhythm he maintained was far too much for you to keep up with. You panted with the exertion and John’s evil grin manifested in your view, “you alright, sweetheart?” he asked like you were merely having a conversation instead of your pussy being pounded relentlessly on your boss’s desk, “nothing you can’t handle, isn’t that right?”

You tried to respond but your vocal cords would not work beyond moans of pleasure and the occasional soft cry; you were so damn close.

John suddenly smacked your thigh and you screamed, “fuck!”

Seemingly pleased with your reaction, he chuckled as he thrust into you harder than before. You had never been fucked so thoroughly before and in the haze did you recognize your good judgement and how good it felt to finally let it all go. You had come here for a reason and this was it. John was your reprieve from the rest of the world, a righteous testament against what so many stood for and he would break down those same walls within you. He was proud of what he did; if not for his hands in many different pies within the law firm he joint-owned, this was the reason he came to work every day.

You needed redemption for your sins, but you did bad things for the sake these good times.

“John…” your breathy moan had his attention in an instant, though his pace never slowed. The expression on your face alerted him to your impending release and he bucked into you harder, angling himself within you to reach your sweetest spots and maximize your pleasure.

He stayed inside of you as you came. In the moment before you climaxed, he reached between your legs and massaged your clit through the intense release of pent-up tension. You screamed his name to the gods as the waves of your orgasm washed over you, radiating upwards through your body from your convulsing center.

Your pussy always clenched so tightly around him and sometimes you even squirted. It had happened previously when you masturbated alone, only once or twice, so it always came as a nice surprise at the end. You never thought another person would ever make you feel this good; something about John Milton simply was not human.

The mess that you had been reduced to was pleasing to the head of the firm and he was satisfied to let you lie there as he pounded into you, chasing his own release that he so thoroughly deserved after your own had overtaken you at his behest.

You were limp beneath him, hardly registering what was happening, only that this onslaught on your senses was welcome; you knew you would have a difficult time walking after John was finished with you.

Milton lost himself in your fall from grace and he had no regrets for what he had done here.

Hellbent, the reckless one.

He came inside you with a growl, pumping you full of his seed as it mixed with your own cum until the stickiness spilled from within you. Your overstimulated pussy twitched and your legs quivered as John let go of you. Before you regained your composure enough to sit up, though you were still rather shaky, John had cleaned off, zipped himself up and was buckling his belt again before he attended to you.

“Satisfied?” he asked as he grabbed your undergarments off the floor for you.

You nodded and your head felt like it was full of cotton.

John took the handkerchief out of his breast pocket and used it to carefully wipe up your mess before he slid your panties back on enough for you to shimmy yourself back into them, then he placed your bra straps onto your shoulders, one on each arm and directed you to turn as much as you could for him so that he could latch it closed.

If he wanted you to keep coming back to him, he would have to work for it and the challenge always made it worthwhile to him.

You were straightening out your skirt as best you could while still seated when John offered your shirt to you and let you put it on yourself.

Now, he turned his attention away from you and strode across the room to the fire.

Dressed and still in desperate need, of what you knew not, you gingerly eased yourself off your boss’s desk and turned to look for him.

He was standing by the blazing fire, the flames reflecting in his dark eyes and, unbeknown to you, even though he was not looking in your direction you were still very much within his sight.

He seemed distracted by something and you were curious to know what it was.

You approached him quietly and stood at his side by the fire. Your pussy throbbed deliciously every second or two and you could feel Milton’s cum leaking from you.

He smiled at you, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and squeezing lightly like a person offering encouragement after experiencing something immensely difficult, “I don’t want to send you on your way just like that, sweetheart,” Milton kissed your cheek almost tenderly, grinning at you like a devil, “no, you deserve so much more than that.”

You leaned into him, legs bent slightly; your mind settled on the press of his lips against your skin and the sound of his voice, not on how you were going to get away from him for the night.

“Something tells me you have more to offer than what we just did over there,” he gestured back to his desk, followed by a sharp, biting laugh.

You felt yourself nodding then, unbidden, but it felt so good.

“Atta girl! I’m proud of you.”

The praise he was giving you made you blush and his hands had fallen from your shoulders to your sides as he rubbed your now fully clothed body. He dragged you against him by your hips and you felt that he was already hard again, promising fulfillment in more ways than one. His stamina was something out of fiction and it did not make sense, or perhaps it did and you were too far gone to understand.

“But you know, it is getting late,” he countered his own invitation for you to stay for more, “if you’re too tired, you can head home now. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being forced to stay here.”

If this was a test, your answer depended on it and, without thinking it through, you answered him, “I’m not tired. I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

Milton was pleased with your answer, but the only tell was in his eyes. He sighed deeply as he released you and went to sit down in one of the chairs before the fire, regarding you in the dark as though you were an exhibit that was on display for him.

“’The tongue also is a fire,” he began cryptically; quoting scripture was something Milton did often, “a world of evil among the parts of the body.’”

You were unsure of how to respond, except that you did not understand his interpretation or what reason he had for bringing it up now.

“It’s funny how ridiculous it is,” the curve of his lips was sinful as he spoke and you could not pull your eyes away from him, “that the tongue we use to eat and for addressing our fellow man is intrinsically wrong for doing so, but I suppose there’s some truth hidden there.”

You were curious what John meant by that and why he even cared. The tension in the room was thick and cloying and you were drawn in by John’s charisma and charm as he spoke to you.

You sank to your knees in front of him, listening carefully as he continued, “it depends how you use it.”

He reached out and cupped your cheek the same way he had done earlier, with the utmost care and reverence for your delicate features. He wanted your attention now and he needn’t try hard to get it.

His thumb pressed down on your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly at his direction.

“Do you use your tongue for evil, darling?” he asked.

You looked at him and in that moment you swore the man looking back at you was seeing into your very soul.

With shaking hands did you give him your answer, reaching for his belt as you began to unbuckle him; better to show him with your actions than to tell him in words.

Instinct was there to guide you as your boss smirked at you, his face cast in orange firelight while you prepared to give back what you had so graciously received from him.

The air shifted and a sinister blackness settled over the room as Milton’s tongue flickered across his bottom lip, mimicking that of a serpent.

John Milton was baptized in sins you could not mention and it would be a tragedy just to commune with the likes of him; from hence, you prayed every night for the opportunity to do it all over again.

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