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got a doctors note it says i have to fuck that old man. severely.

not now, kitten. daddy’s a shell of his former self

Folks announcing they're leaving Tumblr because they're unhappy with the Twitter clone dashboard on desktop. (I don't blame you, it's broken af.) Meanwhile, the day this hellsite finally does close, staff are going to have to pry me out of the air vents like a rabid raccoon that's adapted to survive on drinking air conditioning coolant and whatever trash is left lying around in the breakroom.

Making BSD Men Climax From Making Out With You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: biting, hickeys, humping, pulling hair, orgasms, twitching, moaning, and arousal

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were laying on your bed while Dazai was on top of you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and one of your hands was touching his hair and the other on his shoulder. One of his hands was on the side of your neck and the other on your back. You were making out aggressively, both of you moaning and breathing heavily from the intense kiss. He then moves his head to your neck and starts leaving hickeys

"Your so perfect my belladonna~" he whispers against your neck

You respond in a quiet moan, but you pull his hair slightly to tug him away from your neck and you flip yourself over, now you were on top of Dazai.

He chuckles with a smirk "Getting feisty bella~?"

You give a genuine smile back at him "I just want to show you how much I love you"

You kiss his forehead to his cheek, neck, collarbone and chest "Give you the love i believe you deserve" you whisper against his skin

You sit up and grab one of his arms, raising his bandaged wrist towards your lips, kissing it gently

"I love every part about you" you say as you stare into his eyes lovingly

He feels his heart skip beats. His eyes slowly widen. He feels like he doesn't deserve to hear such praise, especially from you. His hand, still being kissed by you, gently cups your face

He's about to say something, but you kiss his lips again. He wants to say how he doesn't deserve it, but he becomes a victim of your affection and gives into your kiss. Instead of the aggressive pace you did previously, it was now a passionate, gentle make out. You slowly kiss every inch of his body and mumble about how much you love him as a person as well.

"You always make me happy I'm so glad to have met you" you whisper between each kiss.

He starts to moan deeply. His hands gripping on to your bed sheets as you slowly rock your hips on his.

"B-bella~" you cut off his sentence with a kiss on the lips and pull his hair gently to deepen it.

He moans into the kiss, but he feels intense arousal only getting stronger by every second of your lips against his. He then widens his eyes and pulls away from the kiss. His head falls into the pillow as he moans beautifully, slightly arching his back and twitching.

You knew instantly what had just happened when you saw the new wet stain on his pants. You make eye contact with a wide eyed, flushed face Dazai as he was breathing heavily.

"I- it wasn't what it looks like! Your over thinking things!" He laughs nervously

You smile and kiss his lips to shut up his excuses. You embrace him with a warm hug. Your head laying on his chest.

"Please don't be so embarrassed my love. I told you I was going to give you the love I believe you deserve after all" you say

You can hear his heart beat rapidly as you say that. You get up to look at him. He seems to still be embarrassed, but he smiles kindly, putting a hand on your cheek

He softly says "I've never felt better in my whole life"

💚RANPO💚

You were straddling on top of Ranpo on the couch making out. Your hand rested on the back of his neck to pull him closer to your lips, deepening the kiss, earning a muffled whimper from Ranpo.

Your hand slowly moves up from his neck to the back of his head, feeling his hair, grabbing a fist full of it, making his hat fall to the ground. You and Ranpo's hips slowly rock into each other. His hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently. You pull away from his lips, which makes Ranpo whine from the sudden loss of your touch.

"Your so cute Ranpo~ I just want to kiss every inch of you" you say as you kiss his neck and collarbone, kindly nibbling his skin too.

He moans as a response to your praise, but he smiles "Your pretty cute like this. I want more of you, sugar~"

He dives into your lips, kissing you again.You listened to what he said and plan to give him more. You grab one of his hands, bringing it under your shirt and bra to place it on your bare breast. He starts to play with your breast making both of you moan, but he wanted to tease you a bit.

He pinches your nipple gently which makes you moan louder and grind against him harder. The more you moved against him the more he felt your body against his hard cock, which you thought was just something in his pocket. He started to moan a little louder

"You like that Ranpo~?" You whisper in his ear

"Mhmm~ your so soft~" he whimpers

You smiled "God you make me so wet~" you say before you kiss him again.

He started to feel too aroused, you were becoming too much for him. Electricity flowed though his body everytime you spoke and kissed his lips or neck. His breathing was getting heavy as he felt his limit.

"S-sugar wait~!" He said, but it was too late.

He whimpered loudly as he came on his pants. His forehead against your chest as he squeezed your breast and thigh. He was twitching aggressively.

You were a bit dazed about what happened, but it didn't take too long for you to figure it out. You could tell he was trying to hide his embarrassed face, his pride probably broken. You grab his hand that was still on your breast and brought it under your underwear, bringing his fingers to your wet cunt. He looks up at you with open eyes

"Don't be so embarrassed Ranpo. Can you feel the affect you have on me too?"

He gulps but then he suddenly finds his confidence again and enters a finger inside your wet cunt. You squeeze into his shoulders as you moan loudly, laying your head on his chest.

"I want to see more, sugar~"

💜FYODOR💜

You sat on Fyodor's lap as you were both passionately making out. His hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders. Fyodor set the pace to slow and gentle, but you wanted to go faster and aggressive. You just wanted more of him. You tried to go at a faster pace, but Fyodor pulled his lips away from you and said

"Be patient my love"

You whined "please Fedya I want to feel more of you. It's becoming unbearable for me to keep going like this"

He chuckles "just a bit longer myshka~"

He kisses your lips again going at a slightly faster pace. You moan into the kiss and begin to rock your hips against his thigh. He smirks into the kiss from seeing how desperate you've become, but he starts to feel tingly all over his body. He's never felt this before and he couldn't stop your movement.

Everytime you begged and pleaded it only made the feeling worse. Everytime you desperately tried to go at a faster pace, but only couldn't and seeing you devastated made him feel aroused. To know he has so much power over you was amusing to him.

"So g-good P-please Fedya~" you moaned against his lips

"Your doing so well my myshka~" he said trying to hide his moan

"You look so breath taking like this" he says in a low voice

All he could think about was you and the stimulation, which only reached him closer to his limit. His heart raced faster and faster. Before he finished though, he sank his teeth into your neck. Your pained, loud whimper was the cherry on top for Fyodor as he climaxed on himself. Your voice was so loud, you couldn't hear his grunt as he came.

He kissed your fresh bite mark. His breathing was shaky and fast, but his body was slightly trembling.He didn't want you to know what you just made him do nor let you figure it out before it was too late, so he came up with an idea.

You were gonna ask if he was ok since he was twitching and breathing heavily, but he kissed your lips and dug his fingers under your underwear to rub against your clit, making you moan loudly. Your head laid on his shoulder while your hands grip harshly on them too. Your body was already stimulated from the make out

"You were this wet just from my lips my love?" He smiled knowing he also has an affect on your body

"Go ahead and finish on my fingers darling"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were both sitting on the couch making out aggressively, but passionately. You were sitting on top of him with your hands on his hair and cheek and his were on your hips. You were both moaning into the kiss while he was a blushing mess.

Both of you were breathing heavily and slightly humping each other.Your hands slowly roam his entire body to his chest, shoulders, back, and neck. This made Atsushi's moan louder since he's never been touched like this before or even received such love from someone. He wasn't complaining one bit, but he is sensitive everywhere you touch him.

This is the most intimate thing you both have done in this relationship. You tug on his hair gently to pull away from the kiss and start to attack his neck with kisses instead. He starts to whimper from the sensation.

"Atsushi your so beautiful.. you literally make me crazy" you whispered as you continue to kiss him

Every praise you say just sends electricity of arousal throughout his entire body that he can even feel it in his fingers.

"Mmm~! J-just like that" he whimpers

"Heh I can't get enough of you" you whisper again before you unbutton about three buttons on his shirt and start kissing his chest and collarbone.

He can only respond to you in moans and whimpers. His hands gripping onto your hips tightly from too much stimulation. You start to kiss his lips again and passionately make out. Your hips begin to rock against his hard cock, which you assumed was just his wallet.

"W-wait~!" He whimpers out loud but you kept on kissing him

He started to whimper and breath heavier and suddenly he pulled away from the kiss. He hugs you tightly, putting his chin on your shoulder and moans loudly while twitching intensely.

At first you were confused, but then you realized what had just happened. He couldn't move or say anything, all you could hear was heavy breathing. His forehead was now laying on your shoulder, you could see his ears are shaded red. You knew he was embarrassed.

He then looks up at you "I-im so sorry! I- it's just you were too much for me to handle so I just- I'm sorry!" He said timidly

You chuckled and kiss his lips "You have a huge affect on me too Atsushi. There's no need to apologize"

You lean into his ear and whisper "hearing your moans and whimpers made me so wet"

you lean back to look into his eyes. He was In shock, too speechless to say anything, but then he suddenly finds his words again.

"I- I want more of you...please"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were sitting on top of his desk while Chuuya was in between your legs. His hands wonder all over your body, feeling every inch of you. Your hands were on his cheek and shoulder. You were both lovingly making out, quietly moaning and groaning into the kiss. He pulls away from your lips and attacks your neck with soft kisses, lowering your sleeve to kiss your shoulders, trying to kiss more of your skin as much as possible.

"You make my mind go blank" you whisper as you hold onto the back of his head.

Your head leaned back so he can have more access to your neck."F-fucking shit!..I love you so much" he mumbles under your skin

"Your so beautiful Chuuya I want more of you~" you moan softly

He kisses your lips again, this time with more passion. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, bringing his body closer to yours. Your pelvises rubbing against each other. One of your hands starts to pull on Chuuya's hair, only making him moan louder into the kiss.

"Your everything I've ever wanted please don't stop" you panted

This only influences Chuuya to be more aggressive. Your praises give him so much arousal he can't even think straight. Every touch, kiss, praise, and moan you make drives him over the edge. He soon finds himself at his limit.He gasps while squeezing your waist as he comes on himself, grunting loudly. His chin on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath as his legs tremble. His breath shaking from the intense sensation.

You were shocked, but suddenly finds yourself chuckling softly "your so precious Chuuya. Don't be embarrassed, I find it actually quite flattering I have such an affect on you"

"F-fuck what are you doing to me doll?" he says looking at you with blushing cheeks, clearly a bit embarrassed, but he still smiles at you.

You lean into his ear "If u were so needy to be inside me then you could've said something darling"

Almost immediately, He slams your shoulders onto the desk, leaving you startled, as you feel Chuuya raise your legs to lay on his shoulders.

He smirks "You don't have to tell me twice"

ahh hello lovely!! Your Sinful Soiree is gorgeous and looks so fun! So excited to read what you make for it.

And would love to send something in! I think about your kinktober Obi-Wan all the time, would love to please request something for him + this prompt: “shh. there’s people in the other room.”

Hope you have a great day! 💖💕

SWEETENED CRAVINGS

a/n: so i sat on this for a bit trying to find the inspo for obi-wan again. but i seriously didn't expect to get it back to this degree. i wrote this quickly and possibly not even paying attention to what i was putting on the paper because my mind was going a mile a minute. so this is probably extremely messy, but i hope you enjoy it darling. (also thank you for reigniting my love for this man. i am now swooning again).

summary: "he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved."

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, bad explanation of the force, cumplay, cumeating, obi-wan being a tease, possible exhibitionism (if you squint with a magnifying glass).

If you could scream, you would. You would allow every sound you pushed down, every whimper you bit back, free. In fact you wanted to hear it echo around you. Until he went deaf with it. Although knowing him, he’d want that too. He’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.

“F-Fuck. Obi—” Your head fell back against the wall behind you, nails digging into the rough fabric of his robes.

His eyes met yours, the brilliant blue still stealing your breath after so many months of seeing them like this. Darkened with a lust that reverberated through your entire body. A feeling unlike any other. When in fact it was you that showed it to him first. You who got to watch as he discovered what real pleasure felt like—what it did to his psyche.

“I know darling,” he whispered, his lips glistening in you.

One hand gripped your leg that was slung over his shoulder, the other focused on prolonging every little sensation that coursed through you. His fingers curled, brushing against a spot that he always found with astounding accuracy every time. And he watched—a small smile playing on his lips—as you nearly crumpled in on yourself. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth.

“I can’t…” Oh but you wanted to. You wanted to dig your hands into his hair and drag him back to your cunt that practically pulsed with each shift of his hand. You needed to fall off that cliff.

“Yes,” he said, his voice slipping into a tone you were rather familiar with. A demand that only came from a general in war. “You will.”

Nodding without another thought on the matter, you felt his tongue slip back through your folds. A sound clawed up the back of your throat as heat filled your stomach, spreading to the very tips of your fingers. But you fought against it. Did whatever you could to hold it back in your chest. Except then he sucked your clit into his mouth, a soft moan reverberating through your entire body.

A cry tore from your throat, your thighs shaking in his grip. You were right there. And you tried to drag it closer, allowing it to fill your entire being with that white hot burn you loved. You craved it. Desperately needed the sweetness that only he could give to spread along your tongue, but you felt it began to fade. Whatever licked hotly at the edge, sunk back into the darkness.

“No,” you gasped. “No, please. Please I want to—”

He rose to his feet, his hand covering your mouth with fingers that were still covered in your slick. “I know. I know what you want.”

A muffled whine echoed beneath his palm. You hoped that the sound would spur him on; show him how much you needed him to continue. Yet it only made him smile. A light in his eyes that told you he wasn’t done with you yet. Far from it.

Shuffling with one hand, he pulled at his robes with a speed that suggested he wasn’t as calm and collected as you expected him to be. In fact, seeing you like this—tasting you on his tongue—drove him to the brink of a madness he could no longer deny. A state of being he’d happily settle in permanently.

He gripped your leg, hooking it around his hip as the firm head of his cock swiped through your folds. Sending a shiver through your entire body. A broken moan escaping you. He nudged at your clit, his hot breath panting across your skin, and you nearly told him to get it over with. To finally give you what you both wanted. But the feeling of him sinking into you completely, until his hips met yours, sent your head flying back. A ragged cry slipping free.

“Darling,” he grunted, his forehead falling against your temple, eyes squeezed shut.

You couldn’t even get coherent words out, a muffled sound coming out louder than you intended. That only made him press his hand down harder, his lips coming up to your ear, the soft grunt he let out shaking your entire being.

“Shh. There’s people in the other room.” He kissed the spot beneath your ear that sent a shiver down your spine. “I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that? Can you be good?”

You’d go out onto a fucking battlefield with no weapons at this point. As long as he continued with whatever he had planned. Obi-Wan controlled your entire being, bending you to his will, and you happily allowed it. What more could you want? When he held you like the most precious thing in the galaxy; when he looked at you like you were his north star. His eternal light in the battle against darkness.

Nodding, you felt him pull out slightly, only to press back in with a stunted thrust that had his head falling forward. Neither of you would last very long—not with the prospect of possibly getting caught hanging over your heads. Whichever of you thought fucking in the Jedi Temple was a good idea was certainly not thinking about the consequences.

“So tight,” he gasped, his other hand pulling your leg up higher, allowing him to sink in a bit deeper.

His body shook, teeth digging into his bottom lip, as he realized just how quickly this would be over. Obi-Wan—though a little more experienced than last time—still found himself unable to hold on at times. Not when your walls were so tight around his cock. Each flutter sending him a little higher, the self control he prided himself on, slipping further and further away.

“I’ve got you.”

Another short stunted thrust caused your hips to hit the wall softly, but it did exactly what you needed. His cock pressed against that blinding spot that had your eyes welling up with tears. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as the release he had built up suddenly came roaring back.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his speed quickening to chase that feeling he felt build up in the base of his spine. “So good for me darling.”

A whimper was pressed into his palm, your hips canting up to match his thrusts with weak movements.

“I’ve got you.” He gasped, his forehead falling to yours. “I want to feel it. Please. I need it.”

He slammed into you, feeling your cunt clamp down around him as you clawed at his back. Ripping his hand away, his lips pressed against yours, swallowing every sound you made and giving you his in return. He grunted with each thrust, your slick coating the coarse hair at the base of his cock and giving him a chance to perfectly grind against your clit.

“I-” You pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips together. “I’m—oh—”

 “Yes,” he panted, his tongue sliding against yours, hand moving down to grip your hip. “Let me feel you.”

One final grind of his hips against yours sent the wave of bliss you’d been grasping for through you. A sob of his name was swallowed by his fervent kiss, your spine arching until you were pressed fully into him. Something burst forward, enveloping him whole, and it was only when he shuddered finally reaching his own peak, did you realize it was you.

A bright light of a feeling you could only define as purely Obi-Wan shoved into your body, sending you higher than before. He cried into your mouth, his hand slapping against the wall beside your head as he shook, sinking into the heat of the Force that you drowned him in.

“Fuck,” you sighed when you finally began to come down, your head spinning from the high that still lingered in your body. Sparking up and down your spine.

He chuckled, remaining as close to you as possible, even as his cock softened inside you. “I believe we got a bit carried away.”

You smiled, cupping the back of his neck. “So much for being quiet.”

“I can come up with an explanation for the noise.”

You scoffed. “And what pray tell is this explanation? I apologize for the noise but I couldn’t stop myself from eating out my lover in an empty room.”

His cheeks stained red until it crept up to his ears. “Something of the sort.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’d much rather prefer the term intelligent.”

You laughed, feeling his lips press against your neck, his own smile curving against your skin. “Whatever you say General Kenobi.”

A soft growl echoed in his chest at the sound of you using his title, his teeth digging into your throat. You sighed softly at the feeling of his cock twitching in curiosity, the knowledge that you wouldn’t be leaving this room any time soon now dawning on you.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his hips pushing forward, eliciting a high keening moan from your throat.

“G-General—” His thumb spread the mixture of your cum along your swollen clit, pressing down until your hips jerked forward—painful sparks shooting up your body.

“Good girl.” A wide smile curved on his mouth, the thumb that had been against your clit, now running along your bottom lip, opening you up. “Now.” He moaned at the feel of your tongue against his finger. “Where was I?”

the older woman im dating takes me to the park and lets me run around for my daily enrichment

God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit

One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) 

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao. 

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect. 

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery. 

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires. 

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Nsfw profesor college Silco ?

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Tags: vibrators, dom/sub, voyeurism, praise, slight degradation

He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing and he’d been smug the entire time. He stood in front of everyone with the remote tucked away in the palm of his hand, perfectly shielded away from everyone from many times of practice. Every time he switched the setting he found an excuse to look your way.

You had to shift, bite your lip, and hold your tongue, in order to not make a sound because if you did, it’d all be over. There was so much trouble to be made if people found out, so many things that could happen and that’s what made this fun, interesting, was the risk. One wrong move from either of you and this could be over.

People slowly exited the class, the last of the day, and he, of course, asked you to stay behind under the pretense of talking about grades when you both knew it was a lie. The door closed shut with a bang and the voices of others began to drift down the hall.

Silco walked from out behind his desk, hand trailing across the edge until he got to you. He brushed your hair out of your face as he approached you.

“You did so good today,” he said as he used the hand that cradled your jaw to move your head.

“Yeah?” you breathed in question.

“Oh, yes,” he said as he began to press your skin with quick kisses.

His fingers made slow work of the buttons of your shirt. He took his time, slow and considerate. He kissed down your neck with each button that popped undone. He mouthed at your pulse. He gave the faintest brush to the skin hidden beneath your shirt.

“But were you good enough to earn a reward?” he asked as he untucked your shirt from your pants.

“Yes,” you told him.

“Oh, really? I’m not convinced,” he said. “I do recall hearing some noise from you today.”

You grabbed his hands in the lightest but most desperate hold, “I can make up for it.”

He loomed over you, leaning close to your face. “What do you say?”

“Please.” He raised an unamused eyebrow. “Please, professor, let me make up for it.”

He pulled away from your touch and turned away from you. He picked up the remote to the vibrator still lodged inside you, held in place inside your wet, loose walls by your surely stained underwear as it pressed against your clit.

He weighed the vibrator in his hand. “Prove it,” he said as he turned it to its highest setting, nearly making your knees buckle underneath you as you struggled to bite back the hitched noise your body wanted to make.

He placed the remote on his desk as he moved his attention to his belt. “I have a meeting with Sylvika in an hour.” He turned towards you as he pulled his pants down just enough to get himself out. “Prove to me you deserve to cum by then and maybe you can.”

You nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, professor,” you said as you dropped to your knees in front of him, causing more friction to be put on your clit.

You took his half hard form in your hands and began to stroke at it. Slowly you tried to coax it into hardness.

“Let me hear you,” he said, “but don’t let them.”

His gaze and yours turned to the wide window on the door, uncovered by the curtain. If someone looked in they could see you. Perhaps they couldn’t see what you were doing fully, being partially hidden by the desk, but it wouldn’t be hard to assume.

The thought of being walked in on caused both fear and arousal to spike within you. They’d see you, on the floor, like the slut you are sucking off your professor. You moaned slightly just at the thought.

“Fuck,” you said with a whining tone in your voice. “I want them to hear.”

“I know,” he said as he began to thread his fingers in your hair. “I do too but we can’t let them know. Not now but as soon as you graduate I’ll take you right here and you can be as loud as you want, I promise. You just have to wait. Can you do that?” You nodded. “Good. Now, let me feel that pretty mouth of yours.”

You leaned forward and the dial on the remote was turned down so the vibrations weren’t so intense. Still, you moaned as you ran your tongue up and down his length. Your eyes rolled back when you let him stretch your mouth.

It felt good, right to have him inside you. It didn’t matter what way. The stretch was perfect, just teetering the line between pleasure and painful. You knew when you pulled off him your mouth would be sore but you looked forward to the lingering presence, the reminder that it was real.

You dragged your tongue along the underside of him. He sighed and his head tilted back as his fingers twitched in your hair.

He lightly pulled on it. You followed his instruction and moved your head back before you went back down.

“Good, so good,” he praised.

You moved the tip of your tongue around his head. His nails scratched your scalp and he bucked forward in your mouth, nearly choking you. You drew back and did it again. Only this time when his hips moved forward, so did you head. He moved down your throat, a welcome invader. You forced yourself to relax enough so that when you did choke, you stayed in place. You steadied your breathing, you relaxed your throat, you moaned around him.

“That’s it,” he said as he petted your head. “Just like that, so good for me, darling.”

You stayed like that for a moment before you pulled back and teased his tip and shaft with a combination of tongue and teeth. You could feel him twitch inside your mouth and you moaned at the slightly bitter taste that came with it.

He pulled out of your mouth and switched off the vibrator. He pulled his pants further down as he sat in his chair.

“Take off your pants and come here,” he said.

You obliged, looking at him— fully clothed save for his cock which was out and standing tall with the slightest curved to it— as you did so.

When you stood halfway nude in front of him with merely an unbuttoned shirt for decency, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from you. It left you slowly and wanting, causing you to moan.

“What do you want?” he asked as he brought the vibrator to his lips to be licked clean.

“You, I want you,” you told him.

“Mmm? How?”

“Inside me.”

“Beg for me.”

“Please, professor, please. I want you so bad. You’ve teased me all day and I’ve tried to be so good for you, so so good. I want you inside me, fill me up. Fuck me like a whore, please, professor, please.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. “That’s enough,” he told you.

He moved you so you could straddle him as he slowly guided himself inside you. You closed your eyes with pleasure as he filled you the way a toy simply couldn’t. He was warm inside you. You clenched without meaning to and he let out a pleased sigh.

He thrust up into you and you lost your breath. He did it again and again and again, finding a pace rather quickly. What started out slow quickly became the opposite. He was hard and fast as he thrust inside you.

“You make such pretty noises,” he said as his hand went to find your clit. “I wish others could hear them.”

You wanted to scream out when his fingers started moving in tandem with his thrusts but you but your lip and settled on a whine as you clenched around him.

“You feel so good, Professor,” you told him. “Like you were made to fill me up. No one’s ever been so good to me.”

He groaned as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and picked you up to lay you across his desk. He bit at your neck as his hands sped up on your clit and his thrusts quickened.

“Cum for me, darling,” he commanded. “Cum for me.”

And you did. You clenched around him and your legs wrapped around his back to pull him further inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as he bit hard enough at your jaw to bruise.

His hand left your cough and instead he pinned your arms above your head with one hand as the other held you in place. He thrust inside you at a ruthless pace that made you continue to see stars for several moments after you came down from your peak.

Eventually he stalled and orgasmed inside you. You could feel him twitch and his seed spill. You moaned as you were filled even further and his grip on you tightened.

He stayed on top of you for several moments, simply breathing. Then he stood and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He dug through his drawer for a cloth he used to wipe himself clean.

He hesitated for a moment, debating before he tossed the cloth back into the drawer and picked up the vibrator again. He pushed it inside you, plugging his release inside you as well. He bent down and licked at the seed which spilled out.

He then kissed you, letting you taste him while he buttoned up your shirt. When he was finished he tucked himself back in his pants and helped steady you on your feet. He pressed another kiss to your temple as he handed you your underwear and pants.

“I do believe that concludes our discussion,” he said as he began to fix the papers that had been made askew, effectively dismissing you in the process. “Ms. Selvika should be here at any moment, I suggest you leave soon.”

Your head still reeled but nonetheless you managed to say, “Yes, professor.”

“Good.”

You out on your clothes and had just begun walking towards the door when it opened and Selvika came in.

“I do hope to see you improve,” Silco said as she walked past you. “You have such potential, I’d truly hate to see it wasted.”

Just then the vibrator turned in again and you barely succeeded in concealing a squeak due to overstimulation.

hey it's my first time requesting so idk if this is the correct way to do it but...

could I request dazai with a darling that always tries to outsmart him (but fails)

Thanks for the request!

Warning for Violence (Blood, Attempts to kill/immobilize), Sexual Content (Boners)

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♡ It really only makes you more adorable in his eyes. There you are, grumbling in a corner, hatching your plans, while Dazai watches you with a grin on his face. He knows about the few items you snatched and hid in your pillowcase. Sometimes he ignores them on purpose, so it's a surprise to see what you're up to. But if he does catch a glance, he usually figures out your plans. Sometimes he slips in some bobby pins or the one thing you miss so your plan can work, just to make things more exciting for the both of you before waiting for you to act on it.

♡ Some plans involve merely escaping, Dazai always waiting for you to poke your head out of the chosen door or window, waving and congratulating you for your attempt before stuffing you back inside. The real fun only begins when you start getting physical. Knocking him out, spiking his tea with the meds he provided, and "accidentally" left out in the open. He pretends to be out cold while your hands roam through his pockets, finding nothing but dust and candy while you search for a key. It's something Dazai could get used to, having you explore him so thoroughly, but you always realize much too quickly he's awake, as he can't help his pants from straining against his crotch. When you look up at his face, staring into his wide-open eyes, all he says is, "Oopsie! You got me!"

♡ Getting stabbed is a little annoying, admittedly, but seeing you struggle to actually kill him is all the more exciting for him. You hate him, you want to escape, but you're not a born-and-raised murderer. It doesn't come easily to you to actually slit his throat, but damn, you're so sexy, straddling him, threatening his life with the butterknife he saw you swipe from the breakfast table. His hands roam your legs, hips bucking and making you gasp as you tell him to stop fucking moving. Still, his grin only grows unnervingly wide by the time he reaches your wrists, grabbing them and flipping you over. Before you know it, Dazai has you pinned under him, blood trickling from a shallow cut in his cheeks while he asks if you're ready to die with him, considering how easily you decided to kill him. It awakens the psycho in him, making you wish you wouldn't have acted on this dumb idea.

♡ Even Dazai understands how frustrating it is when nothing ever works, so he occasionally lets you 'win'. It's more of a reward for good behavior or when it's your 'anniversary' with him, but he pretends to mess up, letting you slip from his grasp, counting to ten before pursuing you. It has led to some wonderful chases around town and even through parks and forests, there being no better feeling than finally catching up to you, throwing you against a wall, and through breathless gasps, kissing you until you both almost pass out. Nothing could ever describe the feeling of lifting you up into his arms and carrying you back to his hideout, knowing you are his and can never escape him, no matter how much you try and cry in his arms. It's liberating to know nothing can take you from him, no plan, and no one else, and once the door closes behind your two, he'll get to have fun punishing you like you deserve.

Some people say Palpatine is unfuckable but I'm here to tell you I'd wreck that little evil twink

do you like men

man is a hopeless creature. i don't like much of anyone

obsessed with that face tops make when they accidentally discover a weak spot of yours or a kink of yours through something they did. that little surprised face and then the WICKED grin and then they say some shit like “oh? so you like this? yeah?” and then they do it again??? it gets to me every time on god

Sweeter Than Heaven - Hosea x Reader

Hello Hosea fans!! This ended up WAY longer than I expected, but I've had the main man on my mind and wanted to give him the attention he deserves. Enjoy! It's on ao3 if you prefer.

Summary: Your crush on Hosea renders you incapable of interacting with him. He takes offence and tries to get to the bottom of what your issue is.

Word count: 8,283

Content warnings: Smut, 18+

Hosea Matthews took pride in being a decent man. He’d made his mistakes throughout his life but he was conscientious enough to see, admit, and learn from them. It was something he’d practised with age, his current stature far away from the cocky outlaw he’d been in his youth. 

He didn’t chastise himself for it, he’d seen it in all the men of the gang once upon a time. They too, some more than others, learnt and grew even if it was often in a misguided direction which he tried to correct. If he could do something good in this world, he could at least pass on the things he knew so that maybe those he thought highly of didn’t have to learn the hard way as he did. 

The fruits of his labour blossomed in recent years; a whole orchard of his legacy as clear as day solely by the pedestal the gang put him on. He was the one who most approached for advice, he was the one they asked when they wanted to learn something new, and he was the one who could provide a new angle on situations and see things often overlooked by others. Yes, Hosea did not struggle to gain the trust of those around him. 

However, it seemed his skills as an approachable wise old man (a description that took some time warming to) were being tested in the form of a new recruit to the gang. 

Most newbies go down one of two paths; jump in head first and make the loudest impression they can, or quietly watch from the sidelines and allow their actions to speak for them. Except this one did neither, not really. 

Honestly, you had him stumped. 

You were easy-going and someone everyone appeared to like, joining in on the banter when the drinks flowed but not being afraid to make suggestions where necessary. But you didn’t force your personality on anyone, and the overall opinion of the members of camp was a positive one. Approachable. Friendly. Smart. Even self-assured. 

It wasn’t that Hosea disagreed with these statements; it was just that he hadn’t had any chance to experience them himself. From afar, sure. He could see how one could describe you as all those things. But up close, when he tried to strike up a conversation – you had little or nothing to say other than the bare minimum for politeness. 

It’d finally happened, he supposed. A decent character who simply didn’t like him all that much. It unnerved him, seeing you laugh along with others only to quieten down when he came over. Was it the authority he held? Was it his age? He couldn’t be sure, but if he couldn’t keep up his reputation, he would at least find out the reason behind it. 

The wind was strong on that particular day. Strong enough that it whipped your face and blew your hair into disarray if you dared sit out in it for more than five minutes. So, when Tilly beckoned you into her tent with Karen and Mary-Beth, you didn’t hesitate in heading in and getting comfy beside them. 

“You’re sure Grimshaw won’t mind?” you asked, righting your shirt that’d gone askew thanks to the blustery air. 

“Grimshaw,” Karen elongated the word with distaste, “minds everything. I’d like to see her sew clothes when they’re being blown across the damn camp, though.” 

“No,” Tilly interjected before you could respond, “she won’t mind. Ain’t no way we could work in this, and Grimshaw knows that.” 

“Whatever you say,” Karen mumbled, pulling one of the folded blankets over herself. 

“You think it’ll last long?” you asked, flicking your gaze upwards. 

“Why, girl, you bored of us already?” 

“No,” you snickered. “But we could do with a way to pass the time.” 

The four of you took to thinking, and you thought maybe you could all sing a few songs – 

“I know,” Mary-Beth smiled, highlighting the hint of blush on the apples of her cheeks. “We could share our recent... Fancies.” 

“Oh, trust you to suggest romance,” Karen scoffed. 

“Come on, it’s the perfect opportunity! Winds so strong our words will stay locked up in this tent, and certainly won’t travel to any unwanted ears.” 

“Fine,” Karen acquiesced reluctantly. “Suppose I’ll start. Sean was asking me about this thing the other day, something like –” 

“No,” Tilly stopped her flow before it could begin, “I heard enough of you and Sean to last me a lifetime.” 

At Mary-Beth’s knowing chuckle, Karen rolled her eyes. “Well, then suit yourself. Actually, I’d like to hear if our newest friend has eyes for anyone.” 

Three expectant gazes landed on you, and you straightened up at the sudden attention. You shrugged. “I don’t know, there isn’t really anyone who’s caught my eye.” 

“Oh please,” Mary-Beth tutted. “Surely there’s someone you at least find attractive.” 

Attractive? Sure. The camp had its fair share of attractive people, but you knew that wasn’t what they were asking, not really. But you were lying, someone had in fact caught your eye. Only it was someone they’d never expect. 

It was more than just a pondering thought, too. It was the kind of attraction that made you forget your words, breathing cease, and limbs sit rigid and unnatural in their sockets.  

If you were being honest, you’d surprised yourself too. Any of the young, handsome outlaws you’d interacted with would’ve been an understandable choice, that way you could reason why you were drawn to one more than the other. Perhaps you’d even have liked more than one of them, weighing up their various traits to describe the winner. 

But none of them interested you at all.  

Sure, you could appreciate their looks, their sense of humour, or their work ethic, but there wasn’t that feeling that turned your tummy over and rendered your thoughts entirely theirs. In turn, you’d found it easy to talk to them, not even considering the possibility of dating and so having nothing to be concerned about.  

Unfortunately, you hadn’t been spared from the plight of having a crush. It almost made it worse that it was unexpected, you not having the slightest clue how to deal with it and feeling like nothing short of a blundering child every time you got to interact with him.  

God damn Hosea Matthews. 

You didn’t know what to make of it at first. When your mind went quiet the first time he spoke to you in that voice of his, you spent the rest of the day worrying you were coming down with something. It took a few days, until one evening when a bottle of whisky in hand ignited some more-than inappropriate thoughts about the man. Ever since, you couldn’t even look at him and expected this ridiculous feeling to go away in no time at all. 

Alas, weeks passed and there you were; crushing on him more with every day. What were you mean to do? How could you go about something like that? Would it be as easy as initiating a drunken kiss or harmless flirting? This man was as smart as they come and likely much less reckless than the younger men, surely you couldn’t make such an immature advance on him.  

You found ignoring him to be the easiest way to deal with it in the end. He scared you, not in an intimidating way but purely the fact that he knew so much whereas you knew so little. No, you supposed you weren’t scared of him; just scared of the fool you’d appear to be if you interacted with him. That wasn’t a problem provided you kept your distance. 

It was getting concerning, though you stuck hard with the idea that it would go away at some point. Right? 

You shrugged at the girls, concluding that the worse thing to do would be to admit it to them. “Sorry,” you laughed apologetically, “I hate to be such a bore.” 

The girls soon forgot, the discussion turning to one of the others but you couldn’t keep your mind away from him. 

―――

Thankfully, the wind died down some days later and allowed you to sit out with a book in the fresh afternoon air once your chores were finished. 

Hosea saw his opportunity. 

He walked over and stood to the side of you, though a pace behind so you didn’t see him in your peripheral right away. “Afternoon, miss. I need you for a job, if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me.” 

Silence. 

Hosea cleared his throat, watching your unchanged expression and posture for a moment. “Miss?” he asked, a little louder than before. 

Your head rose from your book and towards him, brows pulling together in confusion. “Uh, me?” 

“Yes,” he smiled easily, “you.” 

Blinking owlishly at him, your nerves began to race your chest and you did your best job of not focusing on them. Why did he want you to go? This was all still new to you, you were far less capable than the other, more experienced girls. Perhaps it was a bit of practice? Unless you’d been slacking and he was subtly making you pull your weight? Either way, both options would mean Hosea would be exposed to you in close proximity alone and see your skills first-hand, providing you with ample opportunity to fuck up – 

“Miss,” he half-sighed, reminding you he was expecting a response and you realised you’d remained still since he’d clarified. Even when not talking, apparently you could still make a fool of yourself.  

“Sorry,” you said instinctively, attempting to relax your shoulders to diffuse the tension your body had accumulated. “Right now?” 

“Well, yes,” he pulled out his pocket watch and flicked it open. “In about half an hour.” 

“Can I ask what the job is?” 

Hosea hid the concern from his smile, wondering why on earth you felt as though that wasn’t appropriate knowledge for you to know. “It’s just a bit of investigating, really. I don’t much fancy sitting alone in the saloon while I do so.” 

Finally, he’d said the right thing, and that appeared to relax you somewhat. You could do that, right? A couple of hours, the option of a drink to calm your nerves, and just listen to whoever the mark was. A starter job for you to dip your feet in the choppy waters of a life of crime. “Sure,” you shrugged casually, and Hosea accepted that was the best he’d get out of you for now. He told you to meet him by the horses when it was time. 

You weren’t proud of how much time you spent picking an outfit, acting like a teenager as though this man would even look twice at you. Wearing one of your favourite shirts and a simple skirt, you initially pinned some of your hair back but promptly returned it to its usual state at the worry that you were trying too hard. So, there you were half an hour later, mounting up on your horse and riding out with Hosea. 

On the ride over to the saloon, he’d decided on letting you reach out to him. The more he pushed conversation the more he expected you’d stray from it, and in his experience, many people aren’t comfortable with silence and that can be enough of a motivation in itself for striking up a conversation. Not you, though.  

It was your assumption that he was deep in thought, planning for the upcoming job and so you left him to his thoughts; not that you’d know what to say anyway. 

There was still time, though, and he didn’t concern himself with it too much. Once the two of you arrived, you got seated at the bar and he bought a bottle of beer for each of you. 

As he glanced around the room, it occurred to you that you didn’t have the slightest clue what this job was for and if anything was expected of you. You cleared your throat before quietly asking, “is there anything I’m supposed to do?” 

“Just follow my lead,” he said, and you relaxed and tensed simultaneously, happy that he trusted you enough to need no preparation but worried that you’d prove that to not be the case. Something in his tone was enough for you to almost believe him and thus gain confidence in yourself, it was an odd feeling and you briefly puzzled over how he managed to put you at ease with only four words. 

It wasn’t long before Hosea made you aware of the man when he entered, leaning up against the bar and that was when he started making conversation with you. Small talk, about the weather, how your horse was, what book you were reading, etc. It made sense, the pair of you could hardly sit there in silence and the knowledge that Hosea was listening more to the man behind him that to you made it much easier to talk to him. 

Then Hosea turned, politely apologising that he couldn’t help but overhear the man and your heartrate quickened for a moment at the fear of your cover being blown. But the man was fine with it, engaging in conversation about some fancy repeaters he was selling and Hosea feigned his interest as a gun enthusiast. How he had so much knowledge you’d never know, and it was knowledge you’d never learn since you couldn’t focus on the conversation, instead observing and listening to Hosea as he spoke. 

It was a marvel to see him in his element, and you watched on with adoration at his cool persona while his even cooler words gradually eased his victim and gained their trust. When the man turned away for you both to follow, offering to show him the merchandise, Hosea caught your eye and the slightest of smiles quirked over his mouth – enough of a response that didn’t suggest any suspicious motives had the man caught it. Hosea followed him and you followed a few paces behind, trying to squash your smile from growing further; this was rather fun.  

You waited outside while the sky turned darker and Hosea went into the small homestead close to town. It was easier this way, you wouldn’t have to linger or stand there awkwardly while they spoke. A rather useless part in the operation if you did say so yourself, but if Hosea wanted anything more from you, he’d have made that known. 

He was laughing and joking with the man when they came outside, clapping a hand on his shoulder and you smiled to yourself at how talented he was; it was like he was a different person entirely. You walked beside him once he’d said his goodbyes. 

“Get what you need?” you asked. 

Hosea nodded, promptly returning to his usual self and noticing how guarded you still were. “Indeed,” he said quietly, “should be a nice clean robbery for the boys.” 

You didn’t need to ask more, not wanting to pry into business that didn’t concern you and sighed in relief internally at managing to not ruin anything now that it was over. “Back to camp now, then?” 

“Why the rush? I say we go back to that saloon. Their whisky is rather good,” he responded promptly. 

Goddamnit. “I suppose.” 

Hosea’s smile hid his true feelings, bordering on frustration with your lackadaisical manner. He’d been nice enough, hadn’t he? What more did you want? He wasn’t a fan of resorting to drink to loosen someone's lips, it felt lazy and immoral, but you didn’t leave him with any other choice. The true goal of this job was still yet to be accomplished. 

And so there you were, back at the bar and he’d ordered some shots of whiskey with the excuse of celebrating a successful recon. You went along with it, more small talk ensuing and you relaxed once again as the whisky began to take its desired effect.  

Of course, Hosea noticed it. The way your brow softened and shoulders dropped to the way they were with seemingly everyone else but him soothed his growing concern with his plan. It was working. 

As he was telling you a story, the atmosphere shifted. You were sure it was only felt by you, or perhaps it was the drink, but you began to think there was more to this than he was letting on. He’d specifically chosen you to come out on the job when truthfully you didn’t need to be here, he’d suggested getting a drink once it was finished, and he’d spent the last forty-five minutes asking you questions to get to know you, all the while listening with intent... did he want you? You observed him as he spoke, the way he seemed to be searching your face for something, the brief touches on your arm, and the faint sparkle in his eye. 

He stopped mid-sentence, the change on your face distracting him since you’d gone from happy to concerned in a matter of seconds. “Is something the matter, miss?” 

Of course. He’d never make a move on you, how could he? If it went wrong that was your trust gone, his image tarnished as the trustworthy leader. You had to be the one to do it, didn’t you? 

It was easy, really. You didn’t think when you leaned in, pressing your lips to his and they were soft, and he smelled good - 

Hosea pulled away, his hand hovering between your torsos to keep the distance with a confused look on his face. Oh god. Before you could speak, apologising for being such an idiot and more than ready to blame it on alcohol, he relaxed once again.  

“Miss,” he said softly. “That isn’t how we do things here.” 

You nodded profusely, of course it wasn’t, he was a grown man, charming, charismatic, smart, and you just threw yourself at his feet because he showed you a bit of kindness and interest. How ridiculous you must look. “I’m so sorry, I mustn't have been thinking -” 

“Now,” he laughed, at ease and doing his best to keep the panic he saw growing in your eyes from manifesting, “don’t you apologise! I can see why you’d think that was the way of the gang, but truly it is not. You are here on merit alone, and I apologise if I have given any indication that more was expected of you.” 

The gang? Merit? Expected? What? Perhaps the drink was a good enough excuse, nothing made sense anymore and you frowned at him. “I -” you started, unsure of how to proceed but the alcohol thinned out your filter for the questions that were on your mind. “I don’t know what the gang has to do with it. I - there are... others, right?” 

Now it was Hosea’s turn to be confused. Other what? Were the other girls performing the task of pleasing the men and told you that was the norm? This was getting more serious, that was something he certainly wouldn’t tolerate. “Do you have an example of who?” 

“Well, there’s John and Abigail, of course, then Karen with Sean, though I know they’re not -” 

The cogs clicked into place, though Hosea still couldn’t make sense of what he thought he was hearing. “Hold on,” he said, placing his hand over yours that rested on the bar and you looked at it for a moment, how nice your hands looked together along with how gentle his touch was. “You... actually want this?” 

Hosea dipped his chin, hazel eyes piercing yours and you worked on a swallow. If nothing else had made sense tonight, his touch and gaze more than made up for it. Now that felt right. You didn’t have it in you to lie and you surrendered, offering him a nod in the hope that he would figure out what was going on. 

A brief flash of shock washed over him but a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips. He was honoured, and suddenly your behaviour made sense. Now he knew, not that he’d ever have figured it out without the push, it was blindingly obvious. The way you always seemed to be looking away from him, growing more nervous with every step he made closer to you, and clamming up whenever he made conversation. It was a crush, simple as that. 

A crush on him, no less. It’d been a while since he’d had to identify one of those aimed his way, but he wasn’t about to let it slip away in a hurry. To top it off, it came from you. He’d thought you beautiful when you joined up, he wasn’t about to deny that, and while he hadn’t had much experience with you, he’d soon grown fond of watching you from a distance. 

“I’m flattered,” he began with, searching his mind for how to court a woman and the expectant and worried look in your eye almost made him melt. How sweet. He inched closer, fondly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and suppressing his laugh at how seemed to get even more nervous. As amusing as it was, he didn’t want you to feel that way. “Taken aback, sure. A pretty young thing like you takin’ an interest in an old conman? It’s almost comical.” 

You expected it much less than he did, but god both of his hands were on you and he actually looked happy, so you started to laugh. He was right, it was comical but no less true. “Perhaps it is.” 

Every inch of Hosea’s face relaxed fondly, your laugh ringing angelically in his ear and there was only one thing he wanted to do now. He leaned in once again but promptly stopped himself, watching your expression grow concerned once more. “I think I’d prefer to do this in a more private setting.” 

Reminding yourself not to be too uncool, you nodded calmly in agreement. 

“There’s a hotel nearby, we could get to know each other there?” he caught himself quickly, realising how this must all sound. “Not - not like that. Just, whatever you're comfortable with.” 

You’d done it. You’d made Hosea Matthews nervous. It seemed like an impossible feat, but he looked positively boyish with that apprehension in his eye and it was downright cute. You might not have his quick way with words, but you clearly had something. You slipped your hand into his, and pushed off the bar, smirking at him and following you out those doors was one of the easiest things he’d ever done. 

For all that boost of confidence was, it didn’t want to stick around. Your nerves made themselves known once again as Hosea opened the small room to the homely hotel, but you grasped to them desperately as you walked through the door he held open for you. It clicked shut, and you turned; you were really alone in a hotel room with him. 

He was hesitant, restricting himself as though he wasn’t entirely trusting in your desire to be with him. It made you want him even more though, walking the dark alleys of your mind where you wondered what he was like when he didn’t hinder himself. Unfiltered, unbounded Hosea was something you’d been longing to see. You’d waited long enough, anyway. 

Hosea was about to say something, make conversation and get to know you when you took a step forward and met his lips once more as though it’d been the only thought in your head since you practically skipped out of the saloon.  

His lips were delightfully soft, whisky residue sitting nicely on the plush flesh and it was addicting. You ran your hands around his lean waist until your frame pressed into his. 

This truly hadn’t been Hosea’s intention with getting the room, he was a gentleman after all, but you were stealing away all his logical thoughts. Besides, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and gladly returned your affections. 

Attempting to keep it slow, for now, you repeatedly kissed each other and once again you guessed he would only do what you were comfortable with. Well, screw that. In your fantasies, he’d taken control and taken what he wanted, while still keeping that desire to feed your pleasure, and you supposed it was down to you to let him know you were okay with it. You didn’t know if this would ever even happen again, but it wasn’t in your jurisdiction to question it. You gently grazed his bottom lip, pulling it between your two rows of teeth and Hosea’s breath stilled in his chest. 

He broke the contact, brow narrowing with the tilt of his head as though he was looking at you in a completely new light. A warmth grew in his eyes that you’d never seen before, one not borne from adoration – but lust. He moved his head forward, his lips stopping an inch from your ear until his shallow breaths landed on your skin. It didn’t make you shiver, but his following words that were laced with a dark undertone certainly did. 

“I didn’t have you down as such a troublemaker.” 

You gulped, an involuntary gasp leaving you as a hand snaked to your flank, gripping you with a firmness you wouldn’t have expected from him, and you looked at him all doe-eyed when he moved his head back to catch your gaze. 

“What’s the matter, dearest?” your heart thumped at the sound of the endearment as it purred through his lips, “going all quiet on me, now?” 

After a beat in your almost-paralysed state of mind and body, you realised he’d asked you a question and you nodded dumbly. How quickly he’d turned that round, immediately showing you who was in charge and promptly reminding you of the fact. More than anything you wished you could match his silken words, but even you knew better than to try and then subsequently ruin the mood. This was what you’d thought about for weeks, fantasising about his voice in your ear and his hands on your body while your fingers slipped between your wanting folds. He smirked, a brash confidence radiating from him that contrasted the gentle kiss he proceeded to place on your cheekbone. 

“That just won’t do,” he murmured against your skin, giving up his fight against his desires. “But the night is young. Plenty of time for me to wrench some noises out of you, yet.” 

Your next breath was a quiet whimper, your eyes falling shut as goosebumps grew all over your body. Now it all made sense, this man didn’t just know the right words to say, but he knew exactly how and when to say them. No wonder he’d conned so many people of their precious valuables and cash in his time, you were about ready to turn out your pockets and give him everything you owned.  

With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see him pressing his lips together to compose himself at the sight of you unravelling before him. He liked what he saw and what he heard, so Hosea decided he’d be greedy for once. He wanted more. “Hm, yes. That’s what I’m looking for.” 

Fluttering your eyes open, you noticed the widening of his pupils as his desire grew from within. “Hosea,” you breathed. 

“Hm?” he asked casually, though inside he was thinking of how his name sounded coming out of your mouth like that, more magnificent than any grand symphony.  

You just waited for more, and he smiled proudly.  

“Tell me what the matter is,” he brushed a hand over your hair and you couldn’t pick out whether he was teasing or comforting you. 

“God,” you started, arousal taking over your thoughts, “I want you. I really want you.” 

Hosea hadn’t expected you to be quite so bold, but he couldn’t ignore your signs any longer. You’d shown him and told him, and the only thing you seemed to be drunk on was lust. It’d be almost rude of him to turn away your advances. “Very well, then.” 

The hand placed loving on your head pulled your face to his, and he kissed you far unlike the way he’d kissed you previously. His lips led yours, firm and unyielding as they moved. You melted into it, glad for his other hand on your form to hold you upright. Sufficiently happy with your pliancy, the hand on your head trailed down your back, urging you even closer until he rested a palm on your behind, not hesitating in squeezing the soft flesh. You gasped, and he took the opportunity of your open mouth to slide his tongue inside. 

You promptly mobilised, allowing him in and circling your tongue around his, the taste of his spit something you’d been wanting to indulge in for a while. A faint hint of peppermint passed over once you’d soaked up any leftover taste of whisky he had to offer, and you brought your hands to his chest to grip at the fabric of his waistcoat. A wanting sound left him and his tongue retreated, pressing his forehead to yours while you both caught your breaths. 

Breathing wasn’t something you cared for right now, though you reminded yourself not to rush this, but he was right there and you innocently shifted your stance, brushing your thigh against his crotch and oh - 

He shook his head at you minimally, pulling away to get a look at the inquisitive desire that’d taken over your features. “One thing you should know,” he stated. “I take my time with my work.” 

“So, I’m work now?” 

Hosea’s face softened with a fond smile and he chuckled. “A piece of work,” he mused, “yes. That’s exactly what I think you are.” 

You huffed, unaware of your natural growing confidence and comfort with the man in such a short space of time. His hands found your hips, and you thought he was pushing you away until your thighs met the side of the bed and you obediently sat, putting you at a rather nice height and you took full advantage to look at his cock straining through his pants. 

A chuckle from above preluded Hosea nudging your legs apart with his foot against yours and you shifted back as he leaned down, his knee planted between your thighs while his other remained on the floor. One hand made its way up your body, expertly avoiding your breast and stopping to grip your chin. He studied you, endless possibilities playing out in his head and it excited him profusely. It was tough to decide on where to start with your waiting body beneath him, but his first goal was to make you come. He needed to know what you sounded like when you released, what you looked like, and most importantly – what you tasted like. 

The kiss he placed on your nose was far sweeter than anything else he planned to do to you that night. Then he glanced down, disappointed that you were still clothed, an inconvenient barrier, and you noticed the look grow on his face. 

“Everything alright?” you asked timidly, hoping you hadn’t come across too strong or he’d begun to regret pursuing this.  

“No,” he said shortly and you pouted. “You’re wearing too many clothes for my liking.” 

“Oh,” you smirked, fingers reaching to the buttons on your shirt but he stopped the path by holding your wrists. 

“Ah, ah. This is a present I didn’t expect to be opening tonight, and if it’s quite alright with you I’d like to unwrap it myself.” 

You blushed, quickly moving your hands away and the pleased, hungry look in his eye made something burn deep in your core as he drank in the sight of you. 

Those hands of his were something you’d thought about many times, wondering exactly what other talents his slender fingers were capable of. They made light work of your buttons, your shirt opening to slip to the sides and reveal your breasts to him.  

Hosea sighed painfully, his cock twitching in delight at seeing you exposed. “Lord above,” he hummed, conceding that God must exist – how else was something as heavenly as you created? He ran his palm to the underside of one of your breasts, gently kneading it and wanting nothing more than to experience them in all their glory. He moved down an inch and then hesitated, flicking his gaze up to your anticipation-filled expression. “This alright?” 

The soft tone counteracted the dark one that’d otherwise taken over his voice, and it was a comfort to know that your enjoyment and happiness were still his top priority. Your nod in response was urgent, rolling your shoulders back into the mattress in a futile attempt to get him closer to your sensitive spot and he couldn’t resist cracking a smile. 

“Alright girl,” he chuckled, “I’ve got you.” 

With that, his mouth came down onto your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth and you groaned at the warm wetness on your skin, small jolts of pleasure shooting through you each time he sucked in. His mouth came off and his tongue took over while his other hand fondled your left-out nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. He ran his tongue around your areola a few times before short flicks of his tongue greeted your bud, now hard and straining to maximise the sensation.  

After kissing the flesh of your breast, he moved over to the other side and nuzzled the inner side of it with his nose. A peck on your nipple followed before he sucked that one in, and you expected his fingers to move over to the other side but instead, they trailed downwards, the back of his knuckles softly grazing over your centre. 

You whined low in your throat, watching him indulge with closed eyes while continuing to tease you down below. When you rolled your hips into his touch he met your gaze, the sight of you wanting and desperate almost enough to make him finish in his pants right there and then. He held off, unsure exactly how far this would go but knowing he had no plans of ending it any time soon.  

“You can,” you took a breath, “unwrap those too if you’d like.” 

A breath of a laugh came from his nose as he planted kisses over your breasts before stopping between them. “It’d be my pleasure.” 

“Trust me, pleasures all mine,” you responded dreamily and that smile of his made another appearance and he tilted his head at you. 

At your quizzical brow, he placed a kiss on your sternum before resting his chin there. “You’re funny,” he complimented adoringly. 

You tutted, rolling your hips into his now-still hand and he nodded his recollection of his previous ministrations.  

“My apologies,” he hummed, chaste kisses placed in a neat line down your stomach and you admired his multi-tasking ability while he swiftly undid your skirt.  

He moved off you to stand and you willingly lifted your hips for him to pull the rest of your clothing off. You were half-tempted to question why he was still fully clothed, but having someone so infatuated with you was a dream you didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, there’d be time for that yet if it was something he was comfortable with. 

Speaking of, you realised the view you'd presented to him and he raised his brows while looking lovingly between your thighs, and you instinctively closed them out of embarrassment but he brought a hand to your knee to part them once again, his gaze not leaving your flushed cunt. “So pretty. Why would you want to hide something so pretty?” 

You pressed your lips together, basking in the shower of affection that felt so natural coming from him. Like he meant every word, and he wasn’t just trying to make you feel good about yourself so he could have his way.  

“Come on, now,” he stroked his hand up your thigh while kneeling on the floor and the image of his face between your legs was instantly burned into your memory as one of the most delightful sights you’d ever seen. “Where’s that wily minx from earlier? This right here -” he gazed back at your most private part, “is one of the most wonderful things on this planet.” 

As you sighed gratefully, he brought his index finger into his mouth though you didn’t think it was necessary with how drenched you were. His spit grew cool fast, and you jolted slightly when it met the top of your slit, tracing a line down while he watched the pleasure blossom on your face, peaking when he brushed over your clit and you whined. He smiled to himself. “What a perfect sight.” 

Your head that’d dropped back tilted up in time to catch his fond expression before he dropped his attention to what you presented to him. He watched the tip of his finger as it slowly manoeuvred around your entrance to collect your slick, and while he was tempted to lick it off, he held back and decided he’d rather taste you directly from the source. 

Hosea watched intently as his finger entered you, appreciating the flutter of your walls as he pushed in up to the knuckle and gently slid back out. At no resistance from you, quite the opposite, in fact, he repeated the motion again, then a third time until his finger was completely sheathed inside you. The thought of him filling you further fleeted over your mind and you moaned softly at the teasing sensation. 

“More, Hosea, please,” you begged politely and he allowed himself a last look at the tight expression on your face before moving forward, simultaneously pushing a second finger inside and licking a long stripe up your slit. 

A gasp of pleasure accompanied your back arching off the bed, and the temptation to touch himself grew tough to ignore, but he managed. He ran his tongue between your soaked folds while he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your entrance. Twisting them around slightly to ensure you were stretched, should the need for that arise, he revelled in the taste of your pussy that ground up into his mouth. You tasted delightful and he began lapping at your clit, making your toes curl while pleas of his name spilled out of your mouth.  

Your dreams and dirty thoughts had done him no favours, this was far better than you imagined and a brief amusement passed over you at the thought of how silver that tongue really was. It proceeded to lick up all the juice you had to offer until Hosea grew greedy and wanted more. He wanted you to come in his mouth, on his fingers and he sucked on your clit, the sensation buzzing through your body as he did a pulsing motion with his lips. Continuing to fuck you with his fingers, you didn’t know which way to move your hips since every direction provided more pleasure, and it built up and you weakly tried to warn him, panting “I’m -” until your breathing paused while your body released over him, thighs tensing around his head and Hosea mused that he could quite happily suffocate here between your thighs.  

It felt like it lasted a small eternity, the orgasm flowing out of you in waves as Hosea helped coax it, and you finally relaxed back onto the bed, blinking up at the ceiling at the stars that peppered your vision. 

“Goddamn delicious,” you heard Hosea say, not having it in you to respond or even laugh, but you felt his fingers leave you and he crawled up your body. 

“Happy?” 

“I’m past happy, Hosea. I’m -” you didn’t know what to say, how to describe what you were feeling and you willed him up with your hands gripping his collar so you could kiss him lazily. The taste of yourself on his tongue was enough to ramp you up again but he moved to roll off you. “Where are you going?” 

“We don’t need to rush,” he soothed, thumb stroking your stomach. 

“But -” you protested, you wanted more and you wanted to feel him. “I want to.” 

“Really?” he asked in disbelief. “You don’t need to, dear. I’m happy to wait.” 

“Do you want to?” you asked and he laughed, clearly just not trying to pressure you. Plus, his hard cock pressing into your leg was a dead giveaway. “Okay, because I really want to. I need to. I might die if we don’t.” 

He barked a laugh, taking your hand in his and kissing at your knuckles, the sheen of your slick passing over to your skin. “No, you won’t die.” 

“I will,” you insisted. 

“Well,” he shifted to stand between your draped legs hanging off the bed, his hands starting to undo his belt to pull it free and to the floor. The action of him smirking down at you while he did so was enough to drive you insane. “We don’t want that now, do we.” 

With that, he pushed his pants down and put a hand on either side of your hips and pulled you towards him, his cock springing up and just inches away from where you needed it. His calloused palms ran up to your knees, gently spreading them while you stared at his cock in disbelief that you were actually seeing it and once again your imagination had failed you.  

“Like what you see?” he teased, puffing his chest out slightly in pride. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, wishing you could describe him the way he’d described you but you didn’t think they’d invented those words yet. After realising you were in somewhat of an infatuated trance, you sat up and met his gaze, eyes blown wide with lust but still a promise of trust held in them. “This is – indescribable.” 

“I’ll take that,” he laughed softly, petting your head and you went to kiss his chest but were met with the fabric of his waistcoat.  

“Can I take this off?” you asked, fingertips fiddling with a button in anticipation. 

“If you’d like.” 

“I would like,” you said decidedly, half of his buttons already undone and you glanced up in questioning when you reached his shirt, making quick work of that too and marvelling at the exposed lean chest presented to you, dusted with light hairs and faint scars. 

Hosea shrugged off the garments and your eyes darted over his form, more beautiful than you’d pictured but your attention was soon grabbed by the leaking head of his cock. You debated putting your mouth around it, but with how insistently it stood to attention, you shifted back, patting the bed for him to join you. 

He didn’t question it, accommodating your request and you gently manoeuvred his shoulders to persuade him to lie back, not missing the excited glint in his eyes as you straddled him. With his cock sitting comfortably on his abdomen, you rolled your hips over it and coated him with your abundance of wetness. He groaned in bliss, head dropping back to the pillow and hands harshly gripping your thighs to anchor himself. He suspected it would do no good since he was grounding himself to a real-life angel that would only send him further up into the clouds. He didn’t care, either. 

The pressure of his shaft against your sensitive clit caused your walls to throb with need, your whole body begging to be filled by what Hosea had to offer. Your palms met the back of his hands, brushing up his forearms and to his shoulders until you could plant your hands on either side of his head. “Shit,” he whispered, lost in a haze of desire and the sight of your face above him, eyes filled with want and lips still plump from earlier while your hair fell down towards him was enough to bring a grown man to his knees, and he thanked the stars he was already laying down. He cupped your jaw and you leaned into it before moving your face to his and kissing his lips.  

Hosea kissed you back, soft and tender as he reached a hand between your torsos to find his cock and you met him halfway for his tip to press against your entrance. The kiss broke and the two of you gazed at each other, both wanting to watch the reaction of him finally being inside you. But you both missed it, pure bliss taking over as he pushed in and you had to close your eyes at the delightful stretch. He did too, your walls constricting his length knocking the air clean from his lungs. 

The pair of you stilled, once your crotch nestled into his hips, getting used to the feel of each other and committing every sensation to memory. You reopened your eyes to find his still shut as he dragged his mind away from thinking of how good it felt to avoid finishing prematurely. After planting a kiss on each cheek, he hummed in response and met your gaze. 

“You feel perfect,” he remarked, hand brushing up your flank, “you are perfect.” 

You shook your head, kissing his lips again. “You are.” 

He shunted a laugh, deciding now might be the worse time to argue over such a thing. You silently agreed and moved your hips to drag yourself back off his length. His hips twitched while he released a pleasured sigh, and you promptly lowered again to commence your motion of fucking down onto him.  

With each roll of your hips, your orgasm climbed back up and you enjoyed altering the pace and feeling him in every possible way. The man himself panted beneath you, fingers now weak where they rested on your hips instead of gripping at the flesh, informing you that whatever you doing was just what he wanted. 

“That’s it, that’s it sweetheart,” he praised, and as was the case in normal society, Hosea’s praise was expertly timed to ensure maximum effect and meaning. Seeking his approval was something everyone did, even if it was subconscious, and that was no less the case when in the bedroom. 

His forehead shone with a layer of sweat; brows pulled together in concentration as he watched his cock disappear into you every time your hips came down. 

The plush spot inside your walls grew, you realised as the head of Hosea’s cock brushing over it with each thrust become more of a heightened sensation. Your limbs grew weak and you sat back, Hosea taking note of your response and deciding it was his turn to make the effort. He fucked up into you, reaching deep within your walls and hitting that spot harder each time. You whined, desperately finding something to cling to and with your head dropped back one of his hands slipped into yours. You squeezed as your abdomen tensed, doing a good job of hovering above him to provide room enough for him to thrust upwards. Your cunt clenched around him, bringing a hand to fondle your breast and Hosea watched the show intently, eyes watering with the effort it took not to come at the sight. But you were close, your high-pitched moans told him that much and briefly hoped the room next door wasn’t occupied. 

Your legs tensed and you dropped your head forward, hands splayed on Hosea’s chest as your fingernails dug into his skin, one last thrust from him was all it took for the band in you to snap and you let out a silent moan in relief, no more energy available for anything other than coming right on his cock. 

Hosea bit his tongue, waiting until you’d taken a couple of breaths and pulled out. Even in your haze, you know what this meant and you gripped your hand around his cock, soon feeling warm spurts rope across your chest and stomach while a choked-out whimper came from the man underneath you. 

Both of you spend a moment suspended before returning to your bodies, and in your exhaustion, you wavered forward slightly but stopped yourself with a hand on the bed. Hosea caught your gaze, a fucked-out expression on his face and pulled you in to lay on his chest. Neither of you cared much about the mix of spend between you, and you lay your head on his chest to hear the thumping of his heart start to return to rest. 

He drew light circles on the small of your back, a gentle breath skimming your shoulder with each out-breath he took, each one quieter than the last. 

A small piece of clarity returned to you, and the stark realisation of what any of this could mean. What would it be like to date someone in the gang - Hosea, no less? Would you even be dating him, or was this a one-time thing? “Hosea,” you began, sitting up and finding him looking back at you like he was waiting for you to say something. He shook his head, holding your forearms in each hand and tugging you back down to him once again. You obliged, the reminder that you’re safe in his arms being more than enough for you to relax. 

“Shh,” Hosea soothed you, brushing his hand down your back. “We can leave all that for the morning. Unless you want to go back to camp now?” 

You shook your head fervently. “No, I -” 

“Good,” he interrupted with a smug smile. “For now, I just want you to stay here and lay with me.” 

So you did. 

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general. 

A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @titan-fodder​ for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️

Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.

Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.

So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.

“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.

“Morning.”

He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.

Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.

The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.

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[anakin x reader x obi-wan]

THE LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS ARE PLAGUING ME AGAIN

warnings: smut, voyeurism (without consent), masturbation, reader doesn’t have a specified gender (but is probably mostly seen as afab)

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You’re Obi-Wan’s lover and best friends with his ex-padawan Anakin. The three of you are incredibly close, always getting along. Anakin is aware of Obi-Wan and yours’ secret tryst-relationship-thing going on, but can’t help but start to become infatuated with you as well.

Of course, he keeps this to himself because he loves Obi-Wan, but sometimes the selfish thoughts would plague him as he wonders if Obi-Wan was worth your time, worth your love. A little voice inside him says no, I’m better for them, but then his rationale would rebuke him, stating that this thought path would only lead him down to trouble, that he must accept his brother got to you first.

But one night, Anakin passes by your room on his way to bed when he heard you mumble something inside, perhaps to someone. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he backpedals to linger behind your closed door. He waits to see if he’ll hear anything else, and when he does…

“Obi-Wan- oh, yes, please right there..”

Jealousy envelopes his entire being, eating away at his insides. He can’t help it, no matter how many times he’d fought himself over thoughts of you, told himself that you chose his master instead of him, he couldn’t come to accept it. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking badly. And every time he had to look into your eyes or talk to you was true suffering for him, knowing he can never have you.

Even when envy stung his heart, he didn’t leave. He stayed- god knows why- to listen to your cries of pleasure, to treasure your sounds for a later time for himself. You sounded perfect, even better than he had imagined when he coaxed a weak, lonely pleasure out of himself on lonely nights. Thank god Obi-Wan was mostly silent, just a heavy breather, so Anakin could focus on you.

He could hear when your skin slapped against each other, could hear the wet sounds coming from you, and he soon found himself stiff and incredibly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Fuck…” he whispered.

Anakin’s thoughts run wild, knowing what he was thinking and planning to do was completely wrong and horrible, but the lust permeating his body and brain clouded his rationale as his hand trailed down to cup the tent of his pants.

Suddenly noises of movement come from the room, and his ears perk up to try to picture what was going on behind that door. Soon enough, the slapping noises were back again and louder than before- maybe even faster. This time you were moaning and gasping for breath, Anakin could only imagine what was happening to you. Probably getting your back blown out.

He strokes himself harder at that thought, silently wishing he could see you.

An absolutely devilish idea crosses his mind, but he’s quick to dismiss it.

That’s too far… right?

Look at what you’re doing right now, you pervert.

It’s true, if that’s too far, then what’s this?

The Jedi purses his lips in frustration, arguing with himself in his head with your erotic moans as background music.

Fuck it, if he can’t ever have you, at least he should be able to see you, just once.

Pausing all movement, he connects with the force, and as gently and as quietly as humanly possible, he uses it to nudge the door ajar just enough for him to peak. When he peers through..

Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit.

Obi-Wan’s got you on all fours, pounding into you with his hands gripping tight onto your hips, guiding you to bounce on his cock over and over again. Your back is arched perfectly, your face in complete bliss as it’s angled towards the ceiling.

Anakin’s own dick pulses with a new wave of need, so he quickly shoves his hand down his trousers and fists himself, sucking back any noise that might escape his throat. He would do anything in the galaxy to be the one right there thrusting wildly into you, he’d make you feel so good. Better than Obi-Wan. He’d be making you scream.

Obi-Wan leans over and grips the back of your neck to push your face into the covers, causing you to whimper. Now he’s got a hold your neck and your hip, and as he lifts a leg up to create a better angle, he groans and falls back into your previous pace. You squeal at the change, clearly very much enjoying everything your lover was doing.

How does Obi-Wan even know what to do, for kriff’s sake? The spark of jealousy reignites once again, but Anakin pushes it back so he can chase his release.

It only took a few more minutes before you started crying out again.

“Obi- Obi I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

The sight of you releasing was one he desperately soaked in, quickly watching every inch of your body as it spasmed and shook from the strength of your orgasm.

Anakin was pumping himself harder and faster, unbothered if he was leaking all over his himself, feeling that knot grow taut within him until he witnessed Obi-Wan push himself as deep as he could go within you, coaxing one last cry out of you and inevitably pushing Anakin over the edge as well. Ropes of cum coated the inside of his pants, as that euphoric sensation washed over him. He relished in it, picturing that he had just came inside you instead, but as soon as the feeling came it was gone, and the horrid reality of what he had done set in.

Fuck.

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Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Ben x Fem!Reader (post-Kenobi Series era)

Words: 18,763 (can you tell I’m unwell?)

Warnings: 18+ only. Angsty Smut. Mutual Pining/Porn with some plot. Touch-Starved Obi-Wan. Lots of Kissing. Some form of competency kink? Marking Kink (again idk). Dirty/Sweet Talk. Slight Choking. Overstimulation. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Some tears here and there because Obi-Wan just needs a fucking hug. 

Summary: “I- I am most flattered by your a-admiration but-” Ben grunts when you accidentally graze one of his nipples, his mind instantly going into hyperdrive and making him lose his train of thoughts. “But I highly doubt this is the most impressive form you’ve ever come across.” His voice is strained, that you’re certain of, and you want to see how far you can take it with him before he can no longer hold back. You’re close to thinking against it, but as you continue to knead his tight muscles, you notice a dark blush creeping down his neck to his chest and decide to tease him just a little bit more.

A/N: Yes, it is a massage au. Yes, the trope is basic as fuck. Yes, this fic is just an excuse to write porn. Yes, it is very much a self-indulgent story because I deal with trauma by reading or writing angsty smut. No, I am not okay after this week’s episode. This is completely inspired by the scene in episode 4 though…you know, the bacta tank one. Please don’t judge me. Enjoy and please be kind in the comments. I have never written for our beloved General before. Also, this is not beta’d…

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A Suitable Alternative

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Summary: When the inquisitors are caught assaulting Lord Vaders darling little engineer two things happen. 1. Vader swiflty teaches his underlings a lesson. And 2. The sith lord finally puts his little one in her place. Which unbeknownst to her is beside him.

Warnings: yandere!vader, Suitless!Vader (as in not clinically needed) , possessive!Vader, attempted sexual assault, swearing, canonical violence, threats, coercive & obsessive behaviour, semi forced relationship.

A/N: *insert ben affleck smoking meme here* Like what do i say about this? Incase you didnt already know I love a dark yandere tropes. Powerful Posessive men who will fuck up anyone who touches their darling. So yeah. Backtrack about a week i decided to pop starwars prequel on for background noise then kind of... watched it, then watched Kenobi. Anakin is prety much the definition of a soft obsessive yandere. And vader? Psychotic yandere. And well this is what you get, i genuinely couldnt help it. Enjoy my fuckery while i go yeet myself off a bridge and look for my moral compass. 👋😀

You whined, squirming uncomfortably your torso pressed tightly to the table. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled, the chubby face of your tormenter split into a wide grotesque grin. He was seated infront of you pleased with himself. Chuckling to himself before leaning back as he used the force to hold your frail form bent over the table, leaving you vulnerable to the others in the room.

"Aww dont cry, isnt this what you like? The power? The invisible holding you in position? Im sure your used to this? Being bent over like a little bitch" he teased, the others chuckled. Even the gaurds snickered at you. You hissed shaking your head still desperately fighting the force that held you still. But it was no use you were stuck.

"N-no i told you! Theres nothing; stop it! Please!" You cried out, not above begging the fifth brother for some leniency. You knew that your arrival had put a few noses out of joint. Many who spent their lives groveling at the feet of lord vader envied you. The interest the lord had in you roused jealousy and anger.

It wasnt like you had done anything, the terrifying male just didn't ignore you as he did others, nor did he threaten or scold you. Youd done nothing to earn a scolding. Perhaps that was the problem? Because your dealings with the sith lord were secret, so according to the inquisitors and troops you hadnt done anything deserving of his attention. Little did they know you had simply done your job in the background. You served Lord Vader just like them, followed orders given to you. Rumors were rampant and everyone seemed to believe you were some kind of whore.

They hissed filthy things in the corridors as you passed, subtly pointing to you and making vulgar hand gestures before laughing, all the while staring at you like meat. Many thought you had been privileged enough to see him without his suit and won his favor serving him on your back. All of this talk because of you survived his interest for more then a few weeks.

It wasnt like that at all. As always the truth is much more boring then the tall tales whispered in the corridors. In actual fact you were an engineering apprentice. Your unsure how or why but lord vader had seen your personal schematics for new bionic prostetics, ones youd been designing for your sister who'd had a nasty accident when you were a child. He had been impressed by the design and had commissioned you to make one for him. And so you did. You made a state of the art prostetic and fitted it for him. That was all, youd measured him, made it and had been observed cloesly by the sith as you worked, he seemed weary of trusting you at first. You could understand it, you were makingnhim a new limb. but he soon realised that you would consult him everystep of the way without having to be spied upon. your task came to a very lackluster end, you were summoned each night for a week to install and configure it, making final adjustments to it untill it was perfect. And after that were simply sent on your way with a large sum of credits you didnt know what to do with.

It probably didnt help that since that week of evening visits the sith lord made a point to greet you in the halls when he saw you, sometimes a quick nod, other times stopping to ask about projects or give you new orders, usually to do with small issues onboard his ships.

These small interactions didnt go unnoticed, but before you could see the growing animosity in his closest underlings the sith lord had made a habit of checking up on you once a week. He seemed to treat his visits like a reprieve, for a an hour or so he could forget his responsibilities and investigate your latest projects, share thoughts on upgrades to the fleet or codeing on the ships mainframe. He even toyed with the idea of having you look into weaponry for him. You quickly found that he was quite advanced with engineering and coding he seemed to have an affinity for more then just the force. And honestly it made you relax around him, it was easier to forget who he was when your discussing technical advancements. Youd even go as far to say you developed a friendship with him, allbeit a very insignificant long distance one.

The issues surrounding gossip only became apparent when vader needed an impromptu sensitivity adjustment to his hand, his hydraulics had almost crushed his lightsaber in battle and that could not happen again. So he dropped into your tiny personal chop shop on the dark destroyer unannounced. And he was unimpressed to say the least declareing the space was too cramped for talent such as yours and that you needed a bigger space work. That night youd been moved in to his biggest ship; the executor. And given a captains quaters, roomy with its own wash room and new huge workshop to tinker in.

"Oh no, a lie? I wonder what he does to you when you spout lies?" The fifth brother rose with another cackle, a high pitched wheezing laugh of a weak man. He pressed forward, palms flat on the table before you, scoffing down at you.

"I dont; we dont even! Please let me go! I havent done anything!" You panicked craning your head as much as you could with your neck cramping from pressure behinde it. Tears glazing your eyes but you refused to let them fall. This was your fault, you'd come to the meeting room intent on waiting for lord vader to inform him of a new code youd been asked to develop.

Vader had asked you to investigate a possible track and trace protocol that could be useful to the control room. Youd managed to create something better. Discovering a way to automatically target hackers and implant spyware into the assailants system not only ravaging their communication but also relaying all data to the executors own systems.

In your excitement youd sought out lord vader, forgetting that the only true safe places for you on this ship were your quarters and workshop. And thats when you were unceremoniously dragged into the room and the taunting began.

"Oh, you would have us believe your not whoreing yourself out to him? Honestly its laughable. So pathetic, you think we dont notice. That we dont see his favor of you? Perhaps we can share in his delights-" the words were venom, spat at you with greed and loathing. A sinister promise below them as he began rounding the table in your direction.

"NO! NOOO! STOP LET ME GO!" You screamed trying to shake his hand away as his palm landed on your shoulder skimming your back making your skin crawl. You sobbed trying the thrash as the fifth brothers hand moved over you, following the dip in your back heading south with intent. You struggle, fighting as much as you could as the inquisitors hands roamed you, squeezing, rubbing and pinching making crude comments to the others about what a comfortable ride you must be. All the while you begged for him to stop. Threats of what would happen when vader found out were on the tip of your tongue. But fear of your own retribution should you use your lord in such a way made you bite your tongue.

You felt it before you heard anything, the atmosphere changed. The room grew cold and a sense of anticipation hung in the air as the door behind you opened. Everyone froze as the mechanical breathing of your lord cut through the room leaving no doubt to who had just waled in. It was clear no one had thought this through. You could almost hear their panicked thoughts wondering how they didn't feel him coming? But then again it was lord vader, if he didnt want to be detected he wouldnt be, it was part of his arsenal.

You heard him pause at the door, his feet planted to the floor in what could only be him taking in the sight before him.

You felt a shame youd never experienced before wash over you hearing your lords breaths break through the silence. You stayed pinned down face flaming in mortified defeat as you knew he was staring at you pitifully bent over the table. Your ass though covered by your uniform was still displayed,and in your mind a little too large to feel decent bent over like this. Your tears finally fell as your lord saw first hand how truley weak you were. It was soul crushing to think this may be the moment the sith finally realised how pathetic you were.

You bit your lip, holding your breath for a moment waiting for what ever was to come next, resigning yourself to the fate lord Vader chose. A laugh, taunting? Disappointment? Or maybe lord vader will simply ignore your situation and abandon you, let the fifth brother continue as he pleased.

"What. Is. This?" The words were distorted, almost lost in translation despite being spoken slowly between breaths. You could almost say the voice coded words sounded angry. No one made a move to answer him, probably because you all knew he wasn't asking whats going on, he was asking for an explanation. He wanted to know who and what had instigated such an attack. He wanted to see if anyone would lie. It was. Test, a challenge noone accepted.

You expected to hear a plethora of excuses, stuttering words or apologies. Hell even a ridiculous 'she attacked me' lie. But no. Instead you heard the inquisitors fearful gasps, they crouched and jerked back from their lord. Cowering. Had you not still been held down you too would have buckled under the quick, scalding burst of rage that permeated the air making it thick and painfull to breath. Or perhaps it was just your fearful anxiety that was threatening to suffocate you. You felt the darkness seeping into the room, a rageing tidal wave of fury and disgust, you dread to think what it felt like to the other force sensitve occupants.

The need and rage rolled into one as Vader finally spied what was causing the commotion. He made sure to pluck the force in the room with a vengeful malice, pressing his anger into the threads of the inquisitors own force making them each take a scuttle back in fear.

Vader tolerated many things on his fleet that he probably shouldn't. The occasional celebration, small quantities of alcohol hell he granted sick leave when people clearly faked their illness. He even overlooked some force sensitive stormtroopers, going as far as to mask them with his own force signiture when palpantine decided to visit. He would turn a blind eye to them aslong as they were loyal to him. Yes. He allowed these things to slip past the net so to speak, he never wanted to be as restrictive as the jedi.

But assaulting a young female who served him was not something he would allow.

Especially when its his favourite woman in the entire fleet. A young engineer who had enhanced his bionic hand to the point it no longer caused him pain once attatched.

He had grown fond of his little engineer. You were a marvel to behold, new concepts and technology seemed to just pour from you when you began tinkering or coding, you seemed to do the impossible. It hadnt taken him long to come to the conclusion that you were worth the time and effort. He could give you the means to make great things, you could innovate and modify his own fleet of ships and grant him an edge which they currently lacked.

But in the time he had indulged you, he had become somewhat attached, lines had been blurred. He told himself it was to manipulate you. That he needed to get close to bend you to his will without threats of violence;they would make you nervous and bring about mistakes which he did not want to deal with.

And he also wanted to understand this new odd darkness he felt. It was almost like Anakin and vader combined into this depraved poisonous yet protective longing. He wanted you. All of you, he wanted to crawl inside of your mind and occupy your every thought, to have your heart for himself and be your entire reason for living. He wanted to keep you mind, body and soul, to own you. To never allow anyone to ever see or speak to you. He needed to be your everything.

And most confusing of all? He wanted to protect you. Sheild you from any who would dare harm you. Not out of sentiment, or maker forbid love. But because you were his. You belonged to him, why would he allow anyone to tarnish what is rightfully his? He always belived his protective urges were because you were small. Defenceless and naive, much like padme. There was a quiet reverence to you he had come to appreciate and crave. He coveted your admiration, fed off of it.

He knew he was toeing the line. He was more attached to you then he would like to admit. He was bordering possessive, he didnt like you being far from him, which was the reason for moving you onto his own ship. He'd thought it would be enough to have you on the executor, walking the same halls never being too far from him, he'd made certain your clearance never allowed you to wander into the bowels of the ship. You were contained to a quadrant spanning five levels and six hundred metres squared. Not that you had realised that yet.

But having you here handlt quelled his obsessive need for you, and so he had still been keeping a close eye on you. Shadowing you, checking your movements during the day by tracing your unique access code. And when he had a spare few moments he'd hunt you down and give you random meaningless tasks just so he had a reason to give you orders inperson. Not that you seemed to notice. Or if you did, you didnt mind.

It was your ignorance to his odd behaviour that spurred him on. Excited him even, you were someone who accepted his dominance without question or complaint. Not in a fearful sense either. You didnt cower from him, your life force didnt tremble or try to resist him when his own prodded at you. There was just a calm understanding there, you accepted his might. Even when the power radiating off of him was suffocating, you still sat there obediently, loyally waiting his next command without trying to escape his presence. It was refreshing to not have to pretend, or put on hiers and graces. He could be the rough, demanding and powerfull man he was, without judgment. Which was more he could say for padme. And unlike padme you were far too meak and loyal to ever think of crossing him. You wont abandon him, you wont stab him in the back, you were a suitable alternative to padme, because you already accepted him the way he was.

It pleased him. You pleased him. And you will continue to please him as he sees fit.

Vader hovered by the door for a moment assessing the scene once more commiting it to memory. It was very rare he had to do a double take to actually belive his own eyes, but this was one of those rare occasions. And the fool whod dare touch his engineer was to shell shocked to remove his hands. It would seem he really did have to do everything around here. Oh well.

There was a beat of cruel anticipation, violence echoed silence in the room. And then you felt rather than heard a lightsaber rush across your back. You yelped out in surprise as heat engulfed your spine, uncomfortably hot like your skin was on the cusp of sun burn, yet not actually damaging you. There was a second scream accompanying yours. The fifth brother screeched an agonising blood curdling pained scream. And you felt something hit your back, the weight of the force was lifted instantly. You took a breath and jerked upright so fast you had to hold the table to stop yourself from falling over. You peered to your right only to stumble back a step as you saw what happened. And more importantly what had landed on you.

"Oh;oh god" you covered your mouth seeing the fifth brother panicking on the floor withering in pain holding up his arms to his face unable to belive what he was seeing. Your stomach turned as you saw the violent sight. Two cautorized stumps adorning each arm, a diagonal cut across each. And the hands that had tormented you were twitching on the floor loosing their colour, fading to a deathly blue.

"My lord you? His hands?" You whispered, trembling as you realised those hands had been what fell on to your back. Severed hands! Your chest tightened as your eyes roamed the sight of the whithering man before you. You vaguely heard the sound of lord vaders lightsaber retracting, but didnt react, far to focused on the sight before you.

With a slight yelp and jolt you pivoted as Vader approach you, closing the last few inches. But he did not allow you to move, one gloved hand pressing into your side keeping your back to him. You felt his fingers twitch as he held you stil.

He relished in the feel of finally touching you openly, cursing his suits thick gloves wanting to feel your supple flesh with his own skin. But he also enjoyed the intimidation his suit provided him. It was the only reason he wore it, the fear factor.

Your breath hitched as vaders hand dug into your side firmly easing you back into him. His huge frame shadowing yours, so close his cloak was falling around your own shoulders as his body skimmed yours.

"Hush little one." He ordered lightly. You peered over your shoulder flicking your gaze to him and then back to the floor holding your breath for a moment swallowing down your panic with a firm nod and released a slow breath, edging yourself away from an all out anxiety attack with practiced ease.

"Good girl. Always soo obedient, soo loyal. Youd never defy me would you?" You could hear the grin in his words, the pridful taunting thats prodded the others in a veiled threat. Vader moved his hands cross you, tucking one arm arcross your waist completely aligning your body with his. Making a show of holding you as close to him as possible.

You flushed keeping your eyes on his mask not wanting to be seen as rude. Though it was hard to maintain your gaze with your heart stuttering in your chest. You merely shook your head silently at his question. No, youd never defy him. Never, you looked up to him. So much so you felt it was him who should be emperor, after all it was vader who lead the troops, vader who fought and won the battles. It was vader who people feared and respected. He got his hands dirty and was actually fighting for something. Palpantine just seemed to make decrees and force others to do his bidding.

"Its a shame others dont follow suit. To think my own inquisitors sought to steal from me, right under my nose on my own ship" he continued speaking. Completely ignoring the other inquisitors as they still stood cowering on the far end of the table, making sure to keep their distance and avoid their lords anger. You didnt have time to fully register his words before he was speaking once more, berating his servant's whilst not giving them any of his actual attention both punishing and Insulting them.

"They believed i would allow them to sully you with no consequences. They feel that they are indispensable. Yet you have done more for me then all of them combined" you flushed absentmindedly shaking your head and tried to tuck into yourself and hide your face at the soft praise. You knew it was to rub salt into the wound, to embarrass them. These great force weilding soldiers were less usefull then a silly weak engineer that hadn't even finalised her training.

"I had thought i could trust them with you. That their so called loyalty to me would prevail over their jealousy. It seems i have over estimated them. They are not loyal, but frightened. They have no respect, just fear" vaders words were a harsh taunt, turning sinister and vicious with an air of mocking and dark sarcasm that he was known for throught out the fleet.

"And rightly so." You heard more fearful inhales from the others in the room,but you couldnt bring yourself to acknowledge them. You didnt dare disrespect your lord by disregarding his attention in favor of those who were so far below him.

"M-my lord i would have stopped, i was teasing Ugh-gagh!" Your head snapped up to the fifth brother as he stupidly opened his mouth and tried to defend his actions. You flintched as your lord moved, arm snapping out infront of you and the fith brother gurgled on his own words, choking.

"She is not yours to tease or torment" you watched in a horrified fascination as vaders hand fingers curled slightly. It looked like he was commanding a puppet, tugging invisible strings, choking the fifth brother slowly. Youd admit it was terrifying to behold, youd never seen this before and to be so close? You were conflicted. It was like watching a crash, you knew what was to come, you should look away but you couldnt. Something in you wanted to see it.

"Perhaps you should offer an apology? My little one is merciful. She is one for granting second, third and fourth chances" vader teased, enjoying dangling a bone infront of such an undeserving mutt. A thrill shot up your spine as you realised he was doing this for you baiting the dying man just to let you have a moment of retribution. Though being the cruel man he was vader made sure to tighten his grip. To cut off any sounds this squeeling little pig would try to make. And he did try to plead his case, eyes flicking to you begging for mercy.

You shivered pressing back into vader as the scene continued to unfold. Even when this man was dying you were afraid of him. And yet you weren't afraid of the sith lord commiting the act. Vader had to be provoked, you reasoned to yourself trying to fend off the uncomfortable thoughts trying to arise. After all vader had mentioned in passing about entering minds to gather information. You wonder if he could read your thoughts in real time.

"No? Well then" vaders dealthy teasing took an amused tone. He was enjoying this for a change. Especially when you released a soft half giggle under your breath at his dark sarcasm. It was irronically entertaining as your once powerful assailant made to grab his throat with two stumps. His eyes widened in true panic as he realised there was no way he could escape, he couldnt even claw at the grip tightening around his throat. You vaguely noticed that he was still firmly on the ground, which for some reason made you think it was somehow worse? It was one thing to be choked lifted from the floor, kicking your feet helplessly. But another sadistic torment to be choking on nothing whislt on the ground trying to clutch at your throat with no hands.

Vader hummed in approval at your minute glee, he always sensed a tiny dark spec on your pristine soul. You craved justice, to the point you enjoyed karma. You liked watching the odds get evened out. He even toyed with the possibility of that being why you were so loyal to him. That you looked to him as that balanceing force. The one to even the odds in the galaxy. It filled him with a delicious heat to think deep down you enjoy the way he was punishing your attacker. He felt righteous and godly as you relaxed into his hold watching the life slowly drain from someone who had made you beg and cry for mercy.

Your eyes locked onto the fifth brother as his body finally succumb to lord vader. He collapsed in a heap on the floor beside his hands. You arched back instinctively not wanting to touch the body.

"It is a pity. He was adequate in the force. Useful. But i will not ignore such an insult. Though while we are here let us make this a learning experience" his voice quivered with anticipation, not that his voice coder would give away his excitement.

You gasped, hands flying to the thick leather clad arm wrapped around you,clutching him as he moved you. Spinning around hoisting you off of the ground so he could keep you against him as he turned on the horrified inquisitors. It was when vader began speaking again you flush and willed yourself to dissappear, making yourself seem smaller against him. The others stared at you in a looks of shock, anxiety and disdain.

"This is mine. She belongs to me and me alone. And anyone who looks at her, let alone touches her without my permission will be..." vader explained making sure there was no mistake. He paused with a glance to the corpse before quipping his final amused remark.

"Decommissioned. Am i understood?" The hissed question snapped you back to reality and you began answering, only to catch yourself, covering your mouth with your hands when you realised he wanst actually talking to you. You felt rather then heard him huff a light chuckle against your back, the light humming was followed by a light squeeze against your tummy.

"Yes lord vader" the chorus of affirmation seemed to satisfy him and he placed, you back ont the floor, and took half a step back, yet still hovered closer then was needed.

"Good. If i were you I'd make sure to complete your asigned tasks before my return. Come along little one. We have much to discuss" and with that he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.

"Y-yes my lord" you squeaked quickly following him wanting to escape the inquisitors now hateful gaze.

You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor following the dark cape skimming the floor in front of you. You tried not to think of what had just happened. You didnt want to relive the ordeal or try to excuse any of it. You knew you'd overthink everything. Especially the way lord vader had held you so closely. The way he'd defended you so fiercely, how he'd not even just disposed of fifth brother, but mutilated him first with his lightsaber. Which he only ever ignited when truly angry or readying for battle.

Your heart jumped in your chest at that particular thought, if he was angered that meant he cared? Meant that you held some form of worth to him? Your stomach joy rushing through you. Youd admit to holding a fondness for your lord. Your admiration of of him had slowly grown into Something reminiscent of a school girl crush... only a very gaurded and respectful variation of a crush. Afterall he was your lord, a sith and the most unpredictable yet powerfull man in the galaxy. You had to be careful.

"You are unharmed?" The words spooked you as he finaly broke the silence and you looked around startled. So lost in your thoughts you hadnt paid much attention to your suroundings. Not that you needed to, everyone made way for lord vader in the halls, so you didnt need to be too aware when following him.

But had you been paying attention you might not have been so stunned when you realised you were in a huge living quarters. A sprawling expanse of black glistening tiles, black matte walls inlayed with glowing beams of light illuminating an array of practical dark furniture scattered pleasantly across the space. Frosted tinted glass acted as partition walls seperating various areas and a partiality concealed a bed room off to the far side of course the huge bed was also draped in a mix of black and maroon silk and velvet sheets.

The room was dwarfed by a window peaking out into the expanse of space, it stretched across the entire quarters in aligned sections. It reminded you of the one in the pilots control center, only this one was almost floor length. It took you a few moments to realise you may have just been lead into lord vaders private chambers.

"Y-yes my lord, thanks to you. I;" you uttered uncomfortably trying to bite down the slight panic at being brought here. Not that you thought he would kill you, it was just odd. Vader was above all unpredictable.

Glancing forward you frowned and took another slow step forward. He had disappeared, venturing deeper into the sprawling space whilst you appraised the decor. In your anxiety you began turning, trying see where vader had gone. Sensing your trepidation he called out to you, beckoning you to him.

"This way little one" you followed his voice only to pause stunned in to silence as your eyes laid on him. He had stepped away from the main open living area into a half concealed office. His back turned to you. But thats not what made you pause. No, it was when you saw his hands clasp his mask and free it from his head. A mane of wavy hair fell to his neck and he drew a deep breath as if thankfull to be free of the constricting head piece.

Your brain seemed to stutter, stalling as words died on your tongue and your mouth hand open for a moment. You never thought youd be privileged enough to see your lords true visage. It was a fantasy not even you had toyed with. Not even when you had been working on his hand, skimming the skin of his arm delicatly as you directed him to twist this way and that so you could concentrate on the connections.

He kept his back to you, slowly removing his gloves, one hand coming to his face obviously nipping the tip of a finger to remove a glove and then the second heavy leather joined its twin on the desk.

"Im pleased the inquisitors didnt cause any damage. It seems i should have kept a closer eye on you. Your far too delicate to let roam. The others think they are safe, belive me when i tell you they are not. They will pay their penance in time" you shuddered greedily lapping up his honeyed tone. Why was his soft voice more menacing then the deep voice recorder and harsh breaths?

It was unsettling, the way you could have been lulled easily from the gentle yet authoritative tone. His demand for respect was so ingrained into him you couldnt help but listen as he spoke. Though at the threat lacing his words you faltered slightly, you did feel somewhat responsible for the incident.

"It was my fault my lord. I had gone looking for you to deliver the new security codeing. You said once i finished to find you and i should have known not to approach the meeting room when the inquisitors;" you tried to argue, though you were unsure why you felt as if everything was your fault. Afterall you couldnt control the inquisitors, and they didnt exactly deserve your mercy after standing by and letting that wretch almost have his way with you for no other reason then jealousy.

"Do not try to make excuses for their deceite. You are above such foolishness" the order was harsh and swift stopping your explanation in its tracks as you tried to take the blame. The ire in his tone and way he flicked off his cloak violently made you bite your lip remaining silent. You peaked up at him hearing him cross the space.

My god. He was a devil. A frightening handsome devil. His face had softer features then you thought. Beautiful and cherub like. Yet there was a sinister undertone to him, a powerful gaze. Yellow eyes, they were haunting in a way, so unique but only enhanced the dark beauty he possesed.

He paused before you, drawing a deep breath tilting his face and concentrated on you. His yellow gaze penetrated you. You could almost feel him burrowing into you, as if he was searching your soul for something. Trying to unravel you and collect your secrets. What ever he found must have pleased him. His face split into a grin and his hands raised, one cupping either side of your face making you look at him. You didnt flinch, you didnt ever gasp as his cool bionic palm cupped your cheek. All you could do was blink up at him owlishly, unsure what he expected from you. But even through your shock you did take comfort in his happiness, feeling yourself smile back up at him.

"You are indispensable to me, you will be moved here where i can keep a close watch over you." His words were alight with a strange glee. You gasped when he tipped his own head to yours his nose skimming yours. You felt slightly uncomfortable, he seemed off? Not that you claimed to know him, because in all honesty you knew very little. He'd allowed you to uncover small details in your time spent together. But you couldnt help feel he was acting out of character. Your interaction felt foreboding, like there was something just around the corner that he was slowly leading up to. That he had a plan for you that could be something wonderful, or incredibly unsettling.

"From now on you are to be by my side at all times outside of these quarters and you workshop. I trust nothing and no one with you. This incident will not repeat itself because you strayed from me. Am i understood." The order came with its own slight chastisement. A light warning laced in the vaguely possesive words.

"Of course my lord" you didnt hesitate. He grinned, eyes darkening with a pridful victory. It was only in this moment, this final test where he truley revealed himself to you that he had realised his true victory. Your obedience to him was second nature, he'd cultivated it. Made sure his authority over you was absolute. That his dominion over you was indisputable, whether he was in his feared suit or out of it. Youd agree to anything he suggested, and youd do it of your own accord with no need for threats or violence.

He chuckled lightly befor dragging your head down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. The action stole your breath and before you could even wonder over the unprompted affection he had stepped back releasing you completely from his hold and turned motioning for you to take a seat in the communal living area.

"You are not disagreeing. Such a good girl. My good girl. You can see i do not have the patience for such frivolous games today" his giddy words were thrown over his shoulder whilst he rounded one of the sofas and then he sat heavily, releasing a sigh as he took the weight off of his feet. You followed him, somewhat in a daze, growing more confused by the second. But dutifully followed him and sat on the spot he patted next to him. Obeying the unspoken demand to sit as close to him as possible.

"I am pleased that the circulating gossip has not hindered your resolve or frightened you off" he continued the conversation as if it were nothing substantial. Like he hadnt just thrown you for a loop and shook you to your core with unwarranted, yet not unwelcome affecton.

"Yo-You heard those?" You stuttered trying not to falter as you held the conversation, you didnt want to disappoint him now. Especially when he was behaving so unpredictably. Youd seen his face, you were a loose end now, you knew some of his best kept secrets. It was humbling and exciting, but even in your excitement you understood the danger you could have stumbled into.

"Indeed. Though i did not confirm or deny such things, i belived if others thought you were mine it may offer you some form of extra protection when my back was turned. I was mistaken" he shifted plcing an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him. He didnt seem to want to let you go, literally. He'd never shown this type of affection to you before today, youd never had any inclination that he was one to seek out this kind of touching. But he couldnt seem to help it, and he didnt seem to be stopping anytime soon. You flushed as a tiny voice in the back of your mind could barely contain her shy approval. You certainly didnt mind him holding you.

"My lord i; i didnt. I never told anyone that we were? Involved or or anything. I didnt mention what i was summoned for. It was no ones business. I did deny all rumours- or at least tried;" you tried to explain, fearful that he thought you wer e trying to climb rank useing his authority. You sat up, pulling away from him as you spoke wanting to make eye contact with him so he could see the truth in your eyes. But something engulfed you. A pressure pinning you to his side, firmly encouraging you to lean on his chest and tuck your head below his. You whined realising he was useing the force to position you. Your whimpers were quietened down by him hushingyou, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly. It was when you stopped fighting that the pressure left your body.

"I am well aware you had nothing to do with the gossip. Unfortunately such things happen on board all vessels. There is nothing we can do to quell them. Even if i had wanted to." He hummed, his hand rising from your shoulder to twist a lock of your hair and tuck it behind your ear.

"You look shocked." He stated with a deep chuckle, amused by your stunned silence. But continued to distract himself with your hair, knuckles grazing your neck whilst his fingers twisted the soft locks.

"I, yes, well... did you not want to stop the rumours? i dont understand" you mnaged to whisper quietly, stumbling over your words trying to make atleast one coherent sentence and not look a fool.

"Understand? what is there to understand? I am not blind. You are an attractive young woman. You have a brilliant mind and submissive personality as well as being loyal, true loyaltyis a rare find in the empire. I am not adverse to the idea of keeping you for myself." He uttered casually, treating the topic like something as mundane as the weather. It almost became a monologue, him listing his feelings methodically, speaking them aloud like he'd only just rationalised them.

"Infact i thought i made a compelling argument with the inquisitors. I do hope there is no confusion on your part" your stomach dropped , reality settling like a rock in your chest. You couldnt help feeling there was still more to this. A sinister undertone had crawled into his final words. But you couldnt discern if he ws actually threatening you, or is he was genuinely asking you if he had made himself clear.

"Well i? Yes? No? I; im sorry but i dont completely understand? When you say keep me to yourself? Do you mean as an underling?" Your resolve quivered when he threw his head back and bellowed a laugh, one hand dropping to his stomach as he did so.

"Oh sweet angel, you truly are a naive little thing arent you?" He teased lightly through his amusement shaking his head to rid himself of the remaining laugher threatening to escape him. You shrunk face glowing a bright red, unsure if he'd just complimented or insulted you. He felt your embarrassed pout and glanced down at you tipping your head up to face him smirking down at you with mischief.

"But to answer your question, under or on top. It makes no difference as long as i am your only partner, a will not share, you are mine to fuck and fill." Your jaw dropped. No. What? No he couldnt have meant? Surely not! He chuckled again sending you a devilsh look, soaking up the innocent shock and riseing flush on your face. He enjoyed your reaction to his vulgarity, he noted the way you tremble, your thighs tensing. He was tempted to brush overthem and drawmmore sweet breaths from you, let you taste what was to come. But he also knew he needed to make himself clear first. Youd probably have a heart attack if he didnt allow you time to register your new-found role.

"Speechless? Fear not there will be plenty of time for us to explore such things now that you will reside here along side me" he soothed pressing the two fingers to your chin, closing your mouth which only furthered you embarrassment. And he wasnt finished, it seemed he very much enjoyed making you squirm and continued.

"Rest assured I have no intentions on rushing you little one. Though your new uniform will be here by morning and i will make it known that there is a lady Vader on board. Should anyone be confused i will enlighten them personally" you didnt pay mind to the mention of new uniform, no. Instead the title of lady vader echoed in your head like a mantra, you were so stunned by it you almost missed the blatant threat of violence that followed.

"Wha- wait? You really mean to? You wish to be with me intimately?" Your voice cracked, making you clear your throat whislt trying to collect your thoughts that were running wild. The images of you and him tangled in the huge bed youd spied earlier were almost too much for you to bare. You tensed your legs trying not to think about having such a powerfull man ravage you, how he could possibly use his immense power to his advantage in the bedroom.

"It has been my plan yes. You captured my attention, my intrest. And have not disappointed me like so many others. slowly my feelings have morphed into affection, need. A desire for companionship. Something i have not felt for a very long time. I will not waste this opportunity, we will wed soon enough" with that he had finally revealed his intentions. You drew a deep breath trying to keep the air in your lungs and not squeak pitifully like a cornered mouse. You knew it, you were right, he did infact have a masterplan for you.

At your panicked silence vader grew defensive. His aura thickened and the room seemed to darken and cool as the seconds ticked by. He curled his fingers pinching your chin firmly drawing your attention back to him.

"I decided you will remain by my side. And i warn you now, whether you are inclined to agree with me is irrelevant. The decision was made long ago little one" his words grew icey, eyes sharpening to dreadfully observant daggers. You swallowed, nodding to him feeling a fright you hadnt felt since your first few encounters with the sith.

"I understand my lord. So i will stay here? And shadow you?" You agreed trying tp placate him and calm whatever frustration was building in him. You had no objections. Youd do as he asked gladly, you were just blindsided and surprised. If only you had the courage to admit that and voice your feelings.

Whatever darkness washed over him faded quickly and his face relaxed from an eerily calm anger, to a soft contented smile. Your quick compliance and following curiosity seemed to have quelled whatever darkness had arisen inside of him.

"Yes. We will spend a majority of our time together, either here on my fleet or my home on mustafa." You nodded slowly taking it in. The reality, this was happening. He had planned your life, planned your relationship, and the way he was so self assured in his ideas for your future showed that he had thought this through, played with the idea long enough to work around any issues tht might arise. Youd also made sure not to flinch at the mention of that terrifying planet. It was somewhere you'd never want to visit, but you doubt you'd get a choice in the matter.

"And my work? I mean will i still...after we are? wed?" You inquired wanting to pull the conversation away from mustafa. But also clarify exactly what your lord had instore for you. His face lit up, youd pleased him by insinuating your upcoming nuptials. Quietly accepting the future he had planned.

"I would never impede your personal growth. You are free to keep your workshop. And i will give you tasks to keep you occupied when i am away on business" you closed your eyes in relief. He may have sprung this on you and expect you to obey him without complaint. But atleast he wasnt going to lock you up and let you suffer bordem. Youd have some freedom.

"Thank you my lord, your words mean alot to me. I fear what would happen if i was left with nothing to do" you quickly voiced your appreciation. Still hesitant but compliant, your lord had made up his mind, and you were not going to tempt fate by arguing. You were however going to try and explain yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to doubt your loyalty and obedience.

"A-and just? For what it is worth I... i am inclined to persue this relationship my lord. I was just shocked earlier, i meant no disrespect. I didnt mean to anger you. I am sorry if i upset you"

"Apology accepted" he hummed dragging you to lie on his chest once more. This time his arms coiling around you protectively. You melted into him. Despite having the beejeezus scared out of you moments ago you couldnt help but give into him. This had been what youd fantasised about hadnt it? Being held by your lord? Having him trust you, showing you affection and being special to him. Although you admit this was much better then your late night guilty pleasures. Not only was he holding you so sweetly, he had trusted you enough to let you see what lies beneath his mask. As ridiculous as it sounded, you couldnt help feeling that you could be happy with him, despite how intimidating he could be.

Still you couldnt help but want to make things right. To reassure him and smooth over any lingering unpleasant thoughts he may have over your silence earlier.

"It just caught me unawares. I admire you and was surprised by your words. I can admit to harbouring a crush on you. Even before today, but i never thought that..." you trailed off slowly conveying your thoughts wordlessly, trying your best to find a solace. A stability in the new situation you found yourelf in. His quick temper had shaken you, youd never had such a misstep with him before. And you didnt want to repeat it.

"Then that just makes for a happy ending doesnt it little one. Come we will eat and then rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day" he rose from the sofa taking your hand pulling you along side him gently.

"But in the end it will be worth it for you to watch the colour drain from my inquisitors faces when they see you take your place beside me" he lamented with a twisted grin thinking about the fun he was going to have tormenting those pathetic mutts.

You couldnt help a jolt of excitement race through you at the thought. It would be nice seeing their smug hatred become terror when your new position was anounced. Hell it would be nice to be beside lord vader, even if your future was completely dictated by him. You really would do anything for him, it was a sobering thought, but not unpleasant. How many people can say their fantasies became reality? But then again its said that when the gods truley wish to punish us they make our dreams come true. Only time will tell if this was your fairytale or your punishment.

Can you do a Smut Karl fic with female reader as Ethan Focused on the part that Karl proposes to Ethan an alliance but with the reader accepting it?

I really like your writing and I think you would do it really well ^^

Oh god, oh jeez, first ask for exclusively NSFW--

2 things: one, there's going to be a little bit of buildup before the "good bits", because I wound up writing a whole-ass fic, and two I have never written a whole-ass fic like this before. Let me know if you like it, I would be more than happy to re-do with bullets if you prefer!

TW: NSFW (Meaning 18+), female reader, Reader is Sassy, rewriting the Heisenberg confrontation, and Heisenberg is a little smitten already, also crazy long post. As In 3259 words total.

Let me know If I miss anything, so I can add it to the list above. NSFW newbie (read: I've got no idea what I'm doing), so I don't know what/how to tag. Enjoy!

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"Truth Hurts, don't it?"

You spin around, coming face to face with the man who's been harassing you for the past few hours.

You kiss your teeth and say nothing.

Karl Heisenberg, the last Lord in your way, doesn't seem to mind your lack of response. Instead, he grins, like your reaction pleases him.

He takes a drag of his cigar. "You think that you can just take me out like the others and then you get to go and save Rose, right?"

It's like he's implying that you can't, and after the day you've had it lights a fire in your stomach.

"She's just a baby," Your voice shakes with barely suppressed rage. "She doesn't deserve any of this. I won't let it happen."

"Easy there, Buttercup," Heisenberg takes a couple steps closer to you, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke that drifts out from underneath his hat. He smiles like he's about to sell you something, and it puts you on edge. "You've got this all wrong. I--"

There's the sound of a revving engine and your anger fades as you ready yourself for a confrontation, unholstering your gun and looking for the source of the noise. Heisenberg swears, glancing between you and a grate on the floor, before stalking over to it and wrenching it open.

"Shut your fucking hole!" he yells, and the engine makes a stalling sound before cutting out completely. He slams the grate shut, and you take advantage of his distraction to reload your magnum. You don't want to run out of bullets if this encounter goes...south.

There's an awkward pause in the new silence before Heisenberg speaks up again.

"Sorry about that," he mutters. The apology comes off as weirdly genuine.

Before you can stop yourself, a laugh bubbles out of your throat, "Oh, just for that?"

For a split second, you think you've made a massive misstep, because Heisenberg takes a few quick steps in your direction, pointing a hand at you like he's going to get in your face--

Then he stops short, so close that his face is less than a foot away from yours. He lowers his hand, takes a deep breath, and works his jaw for a couple seconds like he's getting his thoughts together. His expression--weirdly enough--settles into a smile.

"I'm a little out of practice for apologies, Buttercup. But you're alive right now because you proved yourself. Which means, you're an asset. I'd take the win if I were you."

You might have been intimidated if that didn't just push every annoyance button in your soul. The anger that you just managed to suppress simmers a little higher as you search his face, hoping to get a read on what the hell this asshole might have been thinking. Unfortunately, the dark glasses obscuring his eyes do too good of a job at hiding any emotions other than what's painted on his lips. He's a good looking man, with an excellent poker face. All you can register is his amusement.

Frustrated, you can't resist rolling your eyes. "Oh, so I'm supposed to be grateful that you had me chased by lycans and forced through a meat grinder?"

His smile widens at the words 'meat grinder'. "It stopped before it killed you, didn't it?"

"Spare me. Like you had anything to do with that."

Heisenberg's smile drops.

Shrapnel and spare metal suddenly whirls off the floor in a tornado of blades, the grates on the floor rattle and the furniture around you twists through the air. One of the sharper pieces of metal whips through the air and presses a dull edge to your throat. Pipes start to creak, door frames warp in place and through all the chaos Heisenberg glowers down at you.

"You have no idea what I can do," he snarls.

Apparently your sense of self-preservation has been irreparably damaged after your experience today, because you ignore the shrapnel at your neck and laugh again, inching your head close enough that your nose nearly brushes against his. "Now, now, handsome," you coo, sweet and teasing and low, "you're supposed buy me dinner first!"

You only say it to throw him off his game, to be condescending and rude and to show you're not afraid of him...But. But. But.

Heisenberg wets his lower lip with a quick swipe of his tongue.

A noise too soft to be a growl rumbles through the air, and the sound is so deep you can feel it in your bones despite the distance between you. He tilts his head ever so slightly--causing the tip of his nose to brush against yours so quickly you think you've imagined it--and exhales a long hot breath in you face, just over your mouth.

Then with a loud clatter, the metal in the room drops back to the floor.

Heisenberg takes a step back.

Your brain short circuits. What the hell.

Heisenberg chuckles thinly, filling the silence between you both, then takes another drag from his cigar. "Fair enough, Buttercup. But, uh, let's save dinner till after we talk business."

With a flick of his wrist, a metal chair skids across the room to screech to a stop right next to you.

"Have a seat," He gestures theatrically to the chair, and you slip past him, making a point to drag your gaze ever so slowly from his feet, up his legs, lingering on his muscular chest before resting on his face.

It's meant to be an 'I'm watching you' gesture--and a callback to your attempt at an insulting flirtation--which is why you're surprised when he averts his gaze and clears his throat.

Heisenberg stalks over to the cork-board.

You oblige your "host" and sit, but decide to keep your gun out. When he turns to face you again, you flick the safety off the magnum and prop it on your knee, the barrel pointed directly at him.

You see him raise an eyebrow over his glasses. "Is that really necessary?"

You smile pleasantly at him and bat your eyelashes. "Oh I couldn't possibly say. Why don't you tell me?"

"Cute," Heisenberg lifts a finger, and the safety clicks back on. You scowl. "But I am trying to build a little trust here, Buttercup. A good partnership takes trust from both sides."

You blink, stunned. "Partners."

So he was trying to sell you something.

"Partners," he repeats back with a sharp grin. His smile is dangerous, but the adrenaline that's been powering your every action since you got to this little slice of Hell makes you focus on the curve of his lip and the sharpness of his canines.

You shift in your seat and take a long, slow breath. There's a heat curling in your abdomen that makes you cross your legs and force yourself to refocus. You really shouldn't have flirted with him-- it's clearly made your brain misfire in all the worst ways. Now was really not the time.

Thankfully the man across from you interprets your silence as permission to continue.

"Listen, Buttercup, you're being played," Heisenberg drops his cigar to the floor and stamps it out. "Miranda's got you so focused on Rose you're missing the bigger picture here."

Your eyes narrow, then dart over to the gilded photograph of the strange hell angel who had sentenced you to death when you first arrived. There's red string branching out from the photo like legs on a spider, and it loops around pins across the cork board to make an unsettling web. There's a lot of thought put into it's assembly.

Getting you here, setting up this whole scenario, with props and photos and pages of research, would be the world's most pointless, complicated double cross. Heisenberg clearly believes what he's telling you is the truth.

So.

"Tell me what I'm missing, then."

Lord Heisenberg's smile gets this manic tilt to it. "You're being tested. It's something Miranda likes to do, you see. Experiment," he spits out the word with earned resentment. "She wants to see if you're strong enough to be a part of her little family."

The words "Oh Hell No" come out of your mouth before you even process them.

Heisenberg laughs, long and loud. "I knew I would like you! Y'see, I'm of the same opinion," He makes his way over to you with slow, measured steps. "She's been using you as her glorified cleanup crew, starting from the bottom and making you move right up the chain! So I figure, why not give the lady a choice?"

There's a little thrill that jumps through you the closer he gets, and you need to shut that down fast. And babies have a remarkable way of killing the mood. "How does Rose come in?"

Heisenberg snorts, "Do you have any idea how powerful that kid is? Even Miranda is scared of her."

He then takes off his glasses, allowing you to finally get a good look at his eyes. Steel Blue--and they're unwarveringly, unflinchingly focused on you.

"You and me? We go save Rose, and then we can use her, to grind Miranda into paste," his hisses with relish.

Your eyes once again dart between the conspiracy theory board and the man who put it together. There's this edge to him that's almost... desperate. Hungry.

Finally, you gather your thoughts enough to speak. "If we're going to be partners, we can't use Rose like that."

Heisenberg's eyes flicker, and he straightens up slightly. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"

You stand up and put your free hand on your hip. "It means Rose is a goddamn baby, not a weapon. Considering the fact that I already took out the rest of your family without her, I'd say you and I have a pretty good shot at this, without stooping to Miranda's level."

"Not that I don't appreciate a gun and a can-do attitude, but Miranda's more powerful than you think--"

"Heisenberg," you taste the name on your tongue slowly, and stop kidding yourself--you're hit with a punch of lust when his pupils visibly dilate at your call. "I have the number of a strike team that was specifically created to eliminate and contain biohazards. We could probably just nuke her, if you want to play it that way."

The Last Lord looks at you like you've gifted him the greatest possible visual he could have ever conceived. "I do believe that would solve the problem," he beams so bright you could swear his eyes start to glitter under the brim of his hat.

"Then do I have your word that we leave Rose out of it?"

Heisenberg steps into your personal space yet again, but this time you feel the hairs on your arms stand on end. It's like his excitement has charged the air around you with static. You immediately refocus when he holds out a hand for you to shake.

"It's a done deal, Buttercup."

Sliding your gun back into it's holster, you extend your hand to grasp his.

In a moment like this, after sealing a deal, you would expect a quick shake before getting down to more official business. Instead, the both of you are caught in the moment--relief and anticipation and a twist in your belly that's making your blood run hot. Heisenberg doesn't seem to be too eager to break the silence either, and though you pick up satisfaction in his expression, the hungry glint in his gaze that you noticed earlier is still there...

...And he's not letting go of your hand.

In fact, his grip tightens on your fingers as he leans forward, pulled towards you like you've become a gravitational force. His eyes are half lidded as he looks down at you, greedily taking in everything that he sees.

"To killing Mother Miranda," He murmurs, his face close enough that you could count his eyelashes, "before she destroys any more fucking lives," he growls.

"God, she's such a bitch," you breathe.

Heisenberg lunges forward to kiss you so hard you feel his teeth collide with yours.

Your self control snaps and you pull him even closer. Your hands scramble up his back, under his jacket, digging into his shirt hard enough to tear the flimsy fabric. Tilting your head, you part your lips and allow him access, and he immediately takes it as an invitation to run his tongue against yours, groaning so deeply you feel the sound in your own lungs. It's like you're trying to devour each other. Somehow you stumble backwards, pulling Heisenberg with you until he's the one actively pressing you into the wall. His thigh slips between your legs, and the friction is enough to make you moan. He finally breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

His eyes are glued to yours, and his breath is hot and fast in the space between you. "If you want to stop, it's got to be now," he warns. "I'm not the kind of man who can easily stop once I get what I want--"

Impatiently, you cut him off by grinding down on his thigh, "If you don't hurry up I'm doing this myself."

He chokes on an inhale at the sight before him before finally finding his voice, "You're something else, you know that?"

"We're Partners now," your voice wavers when you hit just the right spot, eyelids fluttering from the sensation. "I-I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Fuck's sake," is all he says, forcing his mouth back over yours.

You dip your hands to your waist and pull your pants down over your hips while Heisenberg does the same, neither of you breaking the kiss. You only part briefly to shake them off your legs. Heisenberg doesn't bother with his, instead occupying himself with leveraging you against the wall and hooking your knees up and over his hips.

"Shirt off," he growls. You hastily comply, and your new partner wastes no time dipping his head to your collar bone to press his lips to your pulse point. Your heartbeat jumps and Heisenberg smiles into your skin.

His kisses turn into little love bites along your collarbone and dipping down between your breasts, occasionally sucking a hickey into spots that make you hold back little whines and gasps.

It's too much. It's not enough. Your hips cant forwards against his hard on, making him gasp instead, and he pulls back enough that you finally see what you're working with. His cock is thick and long, and he's apparently worked up enough that the tip is already dripping.

You reach up to tug the hair at the back of his head, forcing him to make eye contact with you again as you use your other hand to gently work yourself onto his dick. He's big enough that there's a stretch despite how wet you are, and you bite your lips to hold back a whine, but it's entirely worth it. The face he makes is perfection--a furrowed brow with pupils blown wide and swollen lips parted. It's an extremely satisfying expression to see on the Lord of the Factory.

You both pause, just taking in the new feeling, but eventually the sensation starts to get to you. You clench your walls down around him and he hisses, glaring at you halfheartedly. "Come on now."

You snicker. "I'm trying to."

Karl snorts. Then he snaps his hips into yours and it cuts through your laughter.

"Fuck," you gasp in surprise.

"I'm trying to," he mocks back.

It's annoying as hell, but you can't be mad when he starts to fuck you in earnest, his cock sliding into you deep and hard.

Time feels like it's running in slow motion, and you try to match his thrusts, swiveling your hips to drag out the sensation. Eventually the two of you hit a rhythm that has you both sighing in pleasure--Long steady strokes that make your thighs clamp down on his hips.

It's still not enough. You're starting to get desperate. You move your free hand down to where your bodies connect, your finger slipping past your lips and just far enough inside that you can feel yourself take every stroke. It's full and tight and good enough that your brain is going numb.

Heisenberg is equally appreciative, groaning while biting down so hard on your shoulder that you know it's going to bruise black.

You moan in response, moving your attention to your clit and trying to chase the feeling higher. You just manage to catch the right rhythm when Karl lets go of one of your legs to force your hand away.

Just as you're about to let out a noise of protest he cuts you off with a swift kiss. When he pulls away, his smile is dark enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"None of that now, Buttercup. Either you let me do it, or it's not happening at all," he says.

You curse but wrap your arms around his neck, wordlessly letting him do what he wants. You're rewarded when a calloused thumb starts to rub circles into your already sensitive clit, and the rough texture paired with the steady tempo makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.

"Fuck, fuck, just look at you," Heisenberg sounds almost drunk as he gasps out the words, hiking your legs even higher on his hips. The shift in angle makes you let out a soft whine, and your head thumps back into the wall. "How am I supposed to take my eyes off you, huh? Making a face like that."

Your mouth falls open, but words don't come.

Heisenberg snarls, pressing you even harder against the wall. With every thrust you're pounded back hard enough that the cement starts to scratch you up through your shirt. His head drops to your neck, and you can feel his lips shift against your skin before your ears actually pick up what he's saying.

"--You an' me, Buttercup, just you an' me, and we're gonna get our fuckin' dues--"

He's babbling, practically feral as he ruts into you, and you can barely hold it together. Your walls start to flutter and you know what's coming, but just as you think to warn him, he pulls out of you almost completely, and then slams back in.

You see stars.

It only takes a few more thrusts before your pleasure peaks like a flash of electricity, and you cum with a cry. Karl follows you seconds after, groaning into your neck and continuing to grind into you, working through the aftershocks.

It takes a while for your your thoughts to get coherent again, but there's no rush. Heisenberg keeps you pressed into the wall, leaning his forehead against yours and using his free hand to rub circles into your hip bone. The quiet is soothing, and it's the safest you've felt all day.

As you both take in the afterglow, there's another rumble of an engine from the grate in the floor.

Heisenberg sighs, and lifts his hand. The grate lifts, and with a twist of his wrist a hammer from the worktable flies down the shaft. There's a loud clang, and then the saddest little whirring noise you've ever heard.

Catching your breath, you meet his gaze, "That happen often?"

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Don't you worry now, Partner. You'll get used to it."

Sexualizing that old man is a full time job

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Deserving Reward

Darth Vader x f!reader (18+)

Summary: Laid bare on a table at Lord Vader’s disposal, you agreed to his offer to pleasure you. What had you to lose? Nothing.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Smut, Darth Vader, slight act of violence (not on you tho)

A/N: I wasn’t really happy with how this turned out, but oh well. The vibes are kinda there

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───A TOUCH OF LIGHTNING, AN OUNCE OF TRUTH.

Summary: cornered on a mission with Obi-Wan, a familiar face greets himself as both of your tormentors—revealing to you the one secret Obi-Wan has never uttered.

TW: mentions of torture (reader) and injury.

ONESHOT. 4,654 WORDS.

Ventilations are great for ventilating, but not so great for shimmying through, especially ones as tightly closed as these ones, and especially not when a whole other body is pressed to your side and trying to shimmy along with you. Your body springs back when his elbow slams into your side and his hand flies over your mouth when he can feel the yelp about to bubble out, surprisingly fast given the limited space. He’s hunched over like a pretzel in this new position; his knee pressed into your leg, your palm flat against his ribcage.

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well, hes a fine young man. if you overlook the atrocisties

The Throne || Darth Vader x GN! Reader

summary: he can sense your burning desire.

NSFW // smut

word count: 3713

warnings: thigh-riding, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, secret relationship, praise, cursing, unfair power dynamics, inappropriate usage of the force, mentions of canon-typical violence, fear, very brief and slight degrading, aftercare, soft vader, minor spoilers for Kenobi episode 3

a/n: listen i can't be the only one that thought of this during this scene. also please bear with me if this isn't that good,, i don't write smut very often

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Mustafar. Volcanic planet located on the Outer Rim with rivers of lava cascading all over its rich, black surface. With temperatures so hot enough to burn the inside of your lungs, it's virtually impossible for any living lifeform to thrive upon it. Its one of the last places anyone would want to go.

Yet, for some odd reason, you found yourself there frequently.

It wasn't what you were expecting when you joined the Empire. It wasn't in the slightest. Upon recruit not too long after the Republic fell, you were just expecting to be a solider. Another cog in the wheel. You had signed up just hoping to get any sort of security in a galaxy of seemingly never-ending hostility. You didn't even agree with the Empire. You were just scared of what would happen if you didn't join them.

Perhaps that is what drew him to you. The smell of your fear.

You had always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned how to make sure it didn't show on your face; in your posture. But god damnit it was hard in the Empire. It was even harder around him. Granted, you didn't expect to be assigned maintaining his squadron of troopers so quickly, so you had very little time to prepare yourself. You often found yourself wondering: if you did have time to prepare back then, would it have gone any different? Would you have gotten reassigned by now? Would you have caught his eye like you did? Would the two of you had grown so close as you did?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you're in right now?

Growing close to him, you soon found yourself following him everywhere he went. He would make it a point to bring you every single place he went to. And, made it even more of a point to have you close at all times. Even during important meetings where you weren't allowed to be present, he would order you to wait by the door for him to return. Or wait for him to send someone to come and fetch you. It was only then were you allowed to go anywhere else.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside that room for what seemed like hours. With the hunt for that Obi-Wan guy going on, you were sure that he had a meeting about something related to that with one if not all of the inquisitors. You had heard a lot about them through him; just how useless and weak they were. Of course, you knew despite all of his complaints about them, they were still a force to be reckoned with. They were orders of magnitude more powerful than you. But, of course, compared to him, they were nothing. And you knew that was ultimately what made them get on his nerves.

But, all the same, he still had to deal with them. And whether it was because he wanted to spare you the headache, or simply because he just couldn't let you in on that information, he had you wait outside for him to finish.

You had figured it was going to at most be a few minutes. That, however, turned out to not exactly be the case. The ache in your legs told you that it had at least been a decent while, coupled with the fact that you were growing tired of the view. Mustafar was beautiful, in a very odd, foreboding way. But even with a view like that, you grew tired of waiting. Especially because you weren't allowed to do anything but wait.

Sometimes, it was a painful trade-off; the relationship you had with Lord Vader. But would you trade it for anything?

No. Never in a million years. Call yourself crazy, but you had grown fond of the sith lord after all this time. And, at least to you, he had grown fond of you as well. There weren't many people you were fond of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to cling onto him like grim death. And if that meant tolerating his busy schedule, along with saving face and doing as he commanded when the two of you were in public (in order to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the Empirical army), you would happily oblige.

Eventually, after letting what felt like the thousandth sigh that day escape through your lungs, you heard the faint sounds of boots clacking against the shiny, polished ground come around the corner, making your ears perk up at the noise. Turning to look over your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when you discovered that the footsteps didn't belong to Lord Vader. Instead, they belonged to one of the stormtroopers that had been stationed outside the door, his blaster held tightly to his chest as he addressed you.

"Commander (L/N)?" the trooper said, getting your attention, "He's ready for you now."

You hoped your eyes didn't reveal the excitement that bubbled up from deep inside you. Giving the trooper a quick nod and a soft thank you, you made it a point to watch the solider leave before you made any moves. He liked to know that when he got you to himself, there was no one around that could potentially ruin the experience. It used to make you scared; knowing that if he flipped his switch one day and killed you, there'd be no one around to hear you scream. But, over time, you found yourself agreeing with him on that.

You liked being alone with the Dark Lord.

Perhaps you have gone crazy.

Your boots clacking against the floor, you rounded the corner to the entrance to the room, stopping briefly in front of the closed doors to punch in your clearance-code. A green light flashed at you when the last of your numbers was punched in, and the large, metal doors parted to open up for you. Immediately, you were greeted with a flash of red light from within, emanating off the windows to the outside world. Stepping into the room, you were greeted as well with the sight of the man of the hour. Lord Vader was perched in the middle of the sleek, dark room, sitting in the equally-as sleek and dark throne in the middle of it all. If it weren't for the few lights within the room itself, coupled with the deep crimson coming from outside, you wouldn't have even noticed that he was there. As soon as he saw you come in, you felt his gaze from behind the mask fall upon your smaller frame, the sound of his rhythmic, mechanical breath filling your ears.

"Commander (L/N)." he rumbled out, not moving an inch from his seated position as he continued to stare ahead at you. This earned a soft smile from you as you reached down beside the doorframe, pressing a few buttons on the control pad to close the doors behind you and lock them there from the inside.

"There's no need for the formalities, Vader." You responded as you pressed the last few buttons on the controls, "I made sure everyone was gone when I came in. It's just us now."

From the corner of your eye, you could see him relax a little more in his seat as you crossed your arms over your chest. Leaning against the doorframe, you were able to get a much better look at him now. Even sitting down, he still had his iconic intimidation factor. And, he still looked huge. He was a very large man to begin with; over six-and-a-half feet tall, all that bulk and armor. Maybe sitting down only amplified just how big his muscles were, because god damn. He really could make anyone feel small. Without even trying.

Interesting.

"How'd it go?" you asked him, lifting up your legs and bending them at the knee one by one to stretch them out.

You watched as he settled his back against the expanse of his throne, his hands loosely balling up into hard, leathery fists.

"I find myself growing more impatient with their incompetence by the hour." He rumbled out, his tone making it clear that he was quite frustrated after that meeting. This made you breathe out a sympathetic yet amused smile with a shrug.

"That's understandable, though." You replied, "I mean, they aren't you, Vader. I'm telling you: You should just go out there yourself, find him yourself. It'll save a lot of people a lot of hassle. And you'd find him a lot quicker."

He let out a low rumbles at your words; a sound he made when he knew that you were right.

"I am afraid I am assigned those fools by order of my master." He said. The mention of that man made you roll your eyes. Yeah, he was your boss, but from what you knew from Vader, he liked to make things unnecessarily complex just for grandiosity. Hell, you weren't even his apprentice, and you were annoyed with him You couldn't imagine how Vader felt about it. But, it was clear to you then that at the very least, he was beyond frustrated about the whole matter. He would never outwardly say it, but you just knew he was.

He didn't have to say it for you to know.

Picking yourself off of the doorframe, you clacked your boots over to where the Sith was sitting, kneeling down in front of him from in-between his long, muscular legs to be more at eye-level.

"Hey," you said softly, smiling up at him from your crouched position as you laid your soft hand on top of his own sat overtop his armored knee, "I'm sure that they'll pull their act together soon, alright? I mean, they have the most intimidating boss in the Galaxy. Surely that's enough motivation for them to get the job done. If not, well, just remind him who their boss is."

Vader stared down at you without a word, his mask pointed right at your face as he gazed down at you. You noticed how his breath in his respirator hitched briefly shortly before he spoke again.

"You have quite the outlook on such matters as these, (Y/N)." He rumbled out. Lifting up the hand that wasn't underneath your own, he reached down and gently cupped your face in his mechanical palm, earning another soft smile out of you from beneath him.

"I'm just telling you how it is. And I just know what you like to hear." you retorted back, leaning your head into his palm as you felt his thumb gently rub back and forth upon your flesh. Shifting your weight onto your knee, you released the hand you had on the one in his lap, replacing it with one on top of the one he had on your face, giving it a gentle squeeze. You relished in the brief moment of silence that fell overtop the pair of you before you spoke again, softer this time.

"I missed you today." You nearly whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear through his helmet. It was very much the truth; you had missed him. Even though you weren't gone for that long.

You watched as his head tilted to the side.

"Is that so?" he questioned. If you weren't paying attention, you would have missed the slight hint of amusement in the back of his voice; in the way the hand on your cheek tightened ever so softly. You nodded in response, feeling your face heat up at his words.

He let out another rumble, sitting back in his chair ever so slightly. He slipped his gloved hand from off your cheek, trailing his long, thick, robotic fingers down the length of your jaw. They found their new home resting upon your chin, the bone being held firmly yet gently between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted it upwards towards his mask. Getting a good look at your flushed face, his thumb began to travel across your smooth, plump skin, gliding itself over your bottom lip and gently tracing the bottom of it as well.

"Perhaps I have been too neglectful of your needs as of late, commander." He said to you, his voice just a touch deeper than the normal dark, deep bass that it is.

Retracting the hand off your face, Lord Vader fully leaned back in his chair, fixing his posture to sit as straight as possible. The sith pushed his hips out from his seated position, making his legs extend out from his chair just a tad bit more. He snaked his hand down onto his large, thick thigh, patting the material that covered the muscle a few times as an invitation.

"Come."

Obeying his demands, you stood up from your kneeling position, stepping in such a way that each of your legs were on either side of his large thigh. You sat yourself on the midway point between his knee and hip bone, finding the seat rather comfortable despite being so menacing. Unable to quite get your balance at first, you rested your smaller hands on his chest, on either side of the panel of buttons that adorned his solar-plexus. The sith made note of how you seemed to be unable to find your proper balance and decided to help. Reaching out to you, you felt him place one large, strong, gloved hand on either one of your hips, giving them a squeeze of approval as he rubbed his thumbs into the bone underneath your clothing.

The Dark Lord seemed to simply admire you for a moment, perched on his thigh before him. He could feel the way your hands trembled lightly as they laid upon his chest; see the way your eyes were already glazed over in want. He was a busy man. he didn't get to be this close to you as often as he wanted to be.

That's why, when he did get the chance, he was keen on making it memorable.

Your lips parted as you felt his hands begin to travel up and down the expanse of your waist, the way his fingers ghosted over your back making you shudder in the cold, dark room. Your smaller body was warm under his touch, him able to feel it even through all the different layers of clothing and armor that adorned the two of you. Even though you couldn't see exactly where he was looking, you could feel his eyes on you as you felt his hands travel slowly down your back, stopping only briefly to give your hips and butt a tight squeeze.

"You seem unsettled, little one." he spoke to you, making note of the way your hands laid against him, alongside the bend of your brow as your face heated up some more.

"I-It's just been a little while, my lord." you responded back, feeling how his hands traveled back upwards to rest on your hips once again. He let out a rumble of approval at your verbiage; at the way you addressed him. You knew he liked to be called that during times like these. And he knew that you knew. This only added to his satisfaction. But still, the the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous. You were right in saying that it had been a while. He's a very busy man.

But then again, there's no need to fret, small one. Lord Vader would never do anything to hurt you.

Not unless you asked him to.

Lord Vader reached up one of his hands and brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his knuckles, "There is no reason to worry, my sweet. I have promised you long ago that I would always take care of you."

The Dark Lord placed his back on your hip.

"Now, allow me to prove it to you, little one. Follow my lead, and don't stop until I say. Otherwise there will be consequences."

Before you could blabber out a response to him, you felt his grip on your hips grow tight, enough to where you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. Without warning, the sith begun to grind your hips down onto his thick, muscular thigh, rocking you back and forth in small motions as your clothed crotch ground against his leg. The sudden motion made you gasp, your hands palming at his chest and shoulder armor as a desperate attempt to keep you balanced. After the initial shock of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you began to rock your hips along with his assistance. A plethora of soft, quiet moans and whimpers escaped your lips, your face heating up even further as you heard your sounds ricochet off of the walls of his throne room.

"There you are, my sweet, there... Keep going, pet. Give yourself to me." Lord Vader commanded you, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching you gasp again, but this time a loud, breathy moan following it. Embarrassed by making such a lewd noise, you bit your bottom lip as you tried to suppress your whines, curling your waist as you tried to grid against him further.

Seemingly displeased with you trying to hold back your voice, you watched through blurry, need-filled eyes as the dark lord snaked one of his hands up your body. It only stopped once it reached your chest, the sheer size of it nearly engulfing the entire expanse of your ribcage. Without much of a warning, you couldn't hold back your needy cries as he started to knead and grope at your chest.

"You said you know what I like to hear, correct?" he asked you, only it was phrased as if it were a demand, "Then act like it."

A pang of fear at his displeasure shot through your body. You has yet to see what a punishment from him looked like, and you found yourself not very keen that afternoon to see exactly what it would be. Following his demands, you nodded your head in response and kept your moans vocal without any shame. At the loss of one of his hands, you were finding it hard to balance on his thigh again, making your movements more sloppy than what he would have liked. As a solution, you felt the air around you grow tense as he reached out with his power, using the aid of the force to keep you in place.

Your face looked helpless as you continued to gasp and moan at every stroke along his leg, your cries just has helpless as you.

"F-Fuck- ahh fuck, my lord..! Please, don't stop! So good..!" you blubbered out in between your moans, your hips desperately trying to keep up with his pace.

"Look at you, darling. What a mess you are. You are doing so well for me, little one. Good... keep going. Obey me and I shall reward you." He rumbled in response, his hand on your chest gripping and massaging in all the right places.

After a good while of following his movements, you could feel the old, familiar coil winding inside your stomach. It made your movements more erratic, even to the point to where you were moving your waist much faster than he was guiding you. Feeling your increase in pace, Vader knew that could only mean one thing. To help you along, he began to bounce his knee at random intervals, finding it quite amusing the way you would gasp each time. Your fingers on his chest gripped onto him with nearly all your strength. Your moans had grown louder by the second, only this time you didn't care how embarrassing it was.

It was only him, you were giving them to, anyway.

"I sense that you are close." He said to you, almost so nonchalantly that it made you wanna scream. You tried to respond to him as best you could, but the only thing you could blather out through your thick, lusty haze that crept across your being.

"It is alright, my star. Let go for me. Show me just how I and I alone make you feel."

With that, you let yourself go for him, relishing in the orgasm that ripped itself through your body and forced a plethora of moans escape your lips. Your orgasm made your body go weak, the pure, raw bliss coursing through your veins rendering you unable to move a muscle. To help you ride your high, Lord Vader pushed your hips into his thighs a few more times, his mechanical breath far more ragged than before. He watched as you rose and then came back down from your state of euphoria, watching you without a word as your chest rose and fell beneath his touch as you panted. As he released you from his hold on you through the force, he gently reached out and guided you down to lay against his chest, sensing that you would be far too weak to sit there on your own.

Your body was hot against his, and your small hands grabbed at any part of him that he could reach. With your body in toe, he leaned against the back of his throne, one hand stroking through your sweat, dampened forehead whilst the other held onto you, his arm snaked around your torso. He could tell that you were quite tired now as he rumbled out a few short, small praises to you, not expecting any sort of response in return. Which, for the moment he was fine with. You had done so well for him. It would just be cruel to have you keep going in a state such as this. After having you, he felt much more charitable than he normally did at any given moment.

And whilst sitting upon his throne? In his castle, on his planet on his edge of the galaxy? With his little darling so cutely in his arms?

How could he not be in such a better mood?

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obi wan smut where the reader is inexperienced bc she thought the code demanded it and obi wan is Not Inexperienced and she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing and obi wan reassures her and is also lowkey like “don’t be embarrassed it’s really hot that i’m the only one that knows how to pleasure you” ANYWAY uuuh if you don’t wanna write this i understand lol hope you’re doing well bestie -🦎

Oh my god this is burned into my brain, yes I’d love to write this 💖 thanks for the request love! Also i definitely got carried away with this oops but ive decided to make a part 2 to this i hope you dont mind. I’ll make it worth the wait pinky promise!

The Lesson (Part 1)

Warnings- Obi-Wan fucks and we all know it, fluff kinda, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), Fingering, innocence kink, Virgin!Reader just living the dream

Word count- 3,104

This is unedited cause tbh im lazy and i just write however i want

You couldn’t pin point exactly when the air had shifted between you and your Master. There was always the flirtatious bickering, pet names, longing glances, even some fleeting touches from time to time... but this time felt different. It felt heavy, like a thick cloud of smoke circling around you both whenever you were together.

The two of you were currently sat in an empty training room, working on your meditation. You had tried to keep your mind blank but you’re mind was reeling at the thought of the man sat beside you. You knew it was wrong. The jedi code strictly forbids attachments, yet here you were, gaze transfixed on the man that sat across from you. You took in every detail of his beautifully aged face. You wanted to trace each one of his features with the tip of your finger. His lips looking the softest. Honestly, you just wanted to touch all of him but seeing as the code wont allow it and you wouldn’t know what you’re doing anyways, you push those fantasies away. “Some people find it rude to stare, little bird.” His soft voice awoke you from your trance. His eyes were still closed meaning he sensed your gaze through the force. The thought of him catching you staring sent a jolt of embarrassment through your entire being. Heat immediately flooded to your cheeks as you stuttered out an apology, trying to ignore the way the pet name made you feel. “S-sorry Master I didn’t mean to.” He hummed in response keeping his eyes closed and staying in his meditative state. “Something on your mind?” He asks. With how kind spoken and caring he was toward you, it definitely didn’t help the waves of longing and want that washed over you. You contemplated his question for a second. You really wanted his help and his advice but at the same time you were scared if you admitted to whatever was going on inside your head, he’d be upset, ashamed, or even worse disappointed in you as his padawan. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “Actually yes.” You croaked out. More embarrassment filled you as your voice cracked. He barely opens one eye to peak over at you, noticing your nervous tone he opens both his eyes giving you his full attention. “Go on padwan, tell me. Its okay. This is a sacred space and its just you and me here.” He says giving you a warm smile. Kriff. That didnt help the nerves at all. You were about to admit your shameful feelings in a holy room. Where other jedi had learned and trained. You were feeling shameful by the second. You cleared your throat letting your eyes wander over the training room not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-Im conflicted master,” you started, waiting for him to scold you for letting your emotions fog your brain, but the scolding never came. Only another hummed response for you to continue. You sigh glancing down at your hands that were on your lap as you shamefully admitted your guilt. “I know as jedi we aren’t supposed to form attachments but what happens if we cant help it? We weren’t taught how to hide those feelings or to ignore them. We were just kinda told not to have them. It’s easier to ignore the feelings of hate. To not let it consume you but... what about desire?” Your voice was low as you spoke, but loud enough for him to hear. He kept quiet for a second as he processed your words watching you fidget with your robe. The silence killed you but before you could try to change the subject he let out a small chuckle to your surprise. Your head shot up to look at him. He had the softest grin on his face. “Thats whats got you so worked up lately?” He asks letting out another chuckle. You felt more heat find its way up to your neck and cheeks leaving you redder than before. It took everything in you to not run out of the room and back into your quarters. He quickly clears the laughter from his throat taking notice of your panicked expression. “I apologize darling I don’t mean to laugh, I was just worried something bad happened or you were being tempted by the dark side.” He states giving you another genuine smile. You tilted your head in confusion. Isnt desire being tempted by the dark side? You thought. As if he read your mind, he quickly reassures you. “Desire is normal. Its whether or not you let it control you. Jedi are technically allowed to have attachments. Plenty do actually.”

You couldnt fully understand what he was trying to say. “How can they have attachments and not go darkside?” You asked with another tilt of your head. He sighs trying to find a right way to explain it. He uncrosses his legs, finding a more relaxed way to sit and pats the spot next to him. Your tummy fluttered at his invitation and crawled over to sit next to him. Your blush worsened, at the realization of how close the two of you were, your thighs were touching. If he noticed he didn’t mention it. Instead he continued his explanation. “The reason those jedi don’t fall into the darkside is because they don’t let possession over power them. You see its not that attachments are forbidden, its possession. If you let things like desire or love control your decision making then that makes you dangerous.” He hums resting a hand on your own resting on your lap. You stared down at his hand for a second before shyly looking up at him. “So... as long as I dont let it control me... its okay?” You asked making sure you understand. He smiled nodding. “Like I said my dear, its normal.” He confirmed. You let his words sink in and couldn’t help but give a shy smile back to him. “So who’s caught your eye padawan?” He asks, an emotion you couldnt decipher flashed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. Your eyes widen as you stared up at him, panic and embarrassment filling your chest once more. “W-what? Nobody!” You defended quicker than you intended. He let out a hearty laugh. The sound made your stomach flutter and your thighs tighten together as you watched his Adams apple bob-up and down with the sound. You prayed to the maker that he hadn’t noticed the subtle movement of your legs but the galaxy isn’t on your side right now. He glances down at your thighs from the movement, also taking note of how his had hadn’t left yours. You watch as it clicks in his head. He glances back up at you and raises an eyebrow. Just when you think you couldn’t be more embarrassed. “Oh really?” He hums in a teasing tone, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitched at the action. “You sure about that my dear?” He teases once more. You couldnt help but turn your head away from him, feeling sheepish that he had caught you and also for pressing his soft pink lips to the skin of your knuckles. You could feel how his lips formed with the ridges of the bone. He pulls away only to use his other hand to gently hold your face, turning it to face him again. His touch just as kind and gentle as he is. “Don’t be embarrassed little dove. Im actually flattered. In fact, You’ve managed to catch my eye as well.” He smiled leaning in. His lips pressed themselves gently to your cheek. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin forcing you to let out a girlish giggle. The sound only made him smile more. In a quick second he moves both his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you atop one of his thighs. The movement alone set your body ablaze. All you wanted was him. Right now. Glancing at his lips you slowly leaned in. He met you halfway finally doing what you’ve always dreamt about. Pressing his lips to yours. You melted immediately into the kiss. You let out a soft sigh, giving him the chance to sneak his tongue in and fully tasting you. Your tongues slowly danced with one another for what felt like an hour. You both savored each others taste, soft hums and sighs leaving both of you. You moved your mouth in tandem with his, the act alone felt unbelievably erotic. You’ve kissed before but it was never like this. In all honesty after this, you weren’t even sure if your previous experiences counted as real kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn’t noticed your hips subconsciously rocking themselves on his thigh. You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away. He let out a grunt from the movement. His grip on your hips tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to stop your ministrations. Your head was still dizzy from the kiss that you moved your hands to grip his shoulders.

“W-woah.” You panted softly. He grins reaching up brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admitted. Your blush coming back when you realized the dampness you felt between your legs. You instantly regret what you said once you saw his expression. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. As if he was putting something together. “You never kissed anyone?” He asked his voice showing slight bewilderment. “No I have... but not... like that.” You explained. He let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding. The room fell silent for a few minutes before he asked you something you were nervous to answer. “Have you had sex before?” He hummed. You waited a minute before shaking your head in shame. Great just great. Now that he knows you’re a damn virgin he’s gonna leave. He is gonna want someone more experienced. Your negative thoughts flew out the window when you felt him guide your hips on his thigh again. A moan immediately left your lips at the slight pressure applied to your clothed pussy. He hummed in approval and looked at you with a devastatingly handsome smirk you’ve never seen before. You could dream of that face for the rest of your days. “Would you like to?” He asks rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs on your hips, still helping you grind his thigh. You could feel your arousal pool even more through your trousers and onto his own. “Y-you’re not d-disappointed or upset?” You stuttered out trying to focus on forming a sentence rather than the hard on that formed in his own trousers. You felt it brush against your thigh with each grind and roll of your hips. The thought of him being turned on by the situation made you see stars. “Why would I be upset or disappointed?” He hums leaning down to kiss along your neck. You mewled, starting to move your hips on your own. “Cause I’m not experienced and you are... I just wouldn’t know how to please you like other girls would.” You mumbled, your embarrassment and nerves surfacing through your voice. He smiles against your throat before pulling away to look at you. “

“I don’t care that your inexperienced darling, I find it arousing actually, that i get to be the first and only one to pleasure you.” He hums giving you a harsh rock of your hips against his thigh just to prove his point. You weren’t sure if the gasp that left your lips was because of the sudden friction to your clit or to the possessiveness to his words but either way you were putty in his hands. “Besides, I can teach you. You’re a very quick learner.” He smirks continuing to watch your face contort in pleasure as you rode his thigh. Fuck he really knew what he was doing. “What do you say Sweetheart? Wanna quick lesson in pleasure?.” You groan nodding furiously at his words. “Please.” You whined, starting to feel something strange in your abdomen. It was pushing and pulling like tidal waves. You needed more. You had started to ground yourself down onto him hoping to chase the crash of those waves. Before you could even get close he lifted you off him with a grunt, a needy whine from you, he laid you down on your back the training mat hovering over you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna make you feel real good. You just lay back and relax.” He hums attaching his lips to your neck again. This time giving soft nips and kitten licks. You could definitely relax like this. This was better than any type of meditation. You felt one of his hands softly caress its way up from your hip to your breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. You whine, pushing your chest put more to encourage him more. He continued pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck, and tenderly groping every part of your body he could with his free hand. Before you knew it, he was untying your robe and stripping you of your pants leaving you bare to him except for your undergarments. You suddenly became self conscious as he stared down at your partly nude form. Your hands coming up to awkwardly lay on your chest, trying to be subtle as you hid from him. He carefully takes your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your chest. “Dont be shy darling. You’re beyond beautiful. Utterly perfect and glowing.” He smiles leaning down barely pressing his lips to the top of your right breast. You keened at his words. “Please. Take me Obi Please.” You begged, your voice coming out a little more desperate than intended. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness. “Calm down my love. We’ll get there.” The new nickname had your heart soaring. He’d never used that one on you before and you think it might be a new favorite.

He continued kissing along your collarbone and over your breasts. His mouth feeling like a furnace against your skin. Tracing his lips over your nipple, flicking his tongue on the hardening bud before taking it in his mouth. His free hand tenderly massaging your other breast before switching to give them the same treatment. You were a panting mess, lifting your hand to his hair and tugging gently, desperate for more of his touches. His kisses and nips become bolder as he leaves your breast to kiss down towards your stomach. He left a particularly gentle kiss right above the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them off. Your breathing quickened once you realized what he was planning to do. Any insecure thought you had flew out of your mind as he hums appreciatively at the site before him. “I just wanna taste you.” He said quietly almost as if he was saying it to himself. He leans forward licking a long stripe up your slit, testing the waters. A shattered sigh left your lips at the feeling. Pleased with your reaction he dives in, dipping his tongue into your soaked folds. He devoured you like he had never tasted anything like you before. Tasting any slick that seeped from you, his nose nudging against your clit just enough to leave you dangling on the edge. You whined and moaned for him reaching one of your hands to tangle in his hair. The action only served to spur him on. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, seeking out more of your taste. You suddenly became aware through your lust hazed fog that you were grinding on his face. He moans appreciatively, pulling away only for a split second to gently suck on your clit. You cried out for him, words bubbling themselves out of your mouth. “F-fuck, ObiWan- I- Please!” You groan not completely sure what you were begging for but he seemed to understand. He kept his lips latched around your clit, you didn’t even notice him move one of his hands until you felt a finger push inside you. The foreign feeling of one of his digits actually inside you left you speechless. All you could do was lay there and grind your hips on him taking whatever pleasure he gave you. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing both of them in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling before deciding he needed a change of pace. He moves his fingers in a certain way, almost as if they formed a come hither motion. His mouth on your clit sucking with more intention and vigor. A wanton moan left your lips and you gripped his hair tighter. You’d worried you had hurt him if not for the delicious moan that went straight to your core. He quickens his pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to that spot inside you. It seemed that was the tipping point for you. Those waves you were desperate to chase earlier finally crashed over you, sending small shocks throughout your entire body. The feeling felt like it lasted longer than it should’ve with the help of your skilled Master. He eased his fingers out of you, his tongue still giving your clit kitten licks to ease the aftershock before finally pulling away fully with that devilish smirk plastered on his face. “How was that Sweetheart?” He teased, his beard glistening with your juices. Your mind was blank, still seeing flashes of white behind your eyes as you tried to form a sentence. “G-good. Fuck that was good. Way better than meditation.” You said catching your breath. He chuckled giving you a minute before, helping you up, getting your clothes and helping you get dressed. You would’ve been embarrassed at your still wet thighs if it weren’t for the next thing that left his extraordinary lips. “Why don’t we finish this in my quarters.” He hums as he adjusts the now obvious tent in his pants. You couldnt help but keep your gaze on his clothed member. “Finish?” You stutter out, Your voice cracking a bit. “You didn’t think i was done with you did you little bird?” He quirks a brow at you, his pupils blown with lust. You couldn’t help the excitement that rose in your belly, nor the smile that graced your lips.

(Second part here!)

this might not be your cup of tea, if it isn’t please ignore it :) but could you do a fic like the one you wrote about abi x john but the reader is the camp’s working lady. and arthur, john (in a world where he’s not with abigail), kieran, micah, etc. all pass her around with dutch also watching and kinda making comments while smoking a cigar? then he joins somehow idk. i just want some humiliation and exhibitionism lol. if it’s not something you’re comfortable with please ignore this!! and i’m sorry lol

Welp, here it is anon, The Smuttiest Fic to End All Smutty Fics! This took me a really long time to write, it’s 15 pages and pretty much all the VDL Gang guys get a look in. I did have to make some cuts just so it wasn’t obscenely long, so sorry to any fans of Hosea, Trelawny, Strauss, Swanson and Pearson.

This does involve basically a gang bang (though all the boys are very polite and wait for their turn), but I fully appreciate as anon said this might no be everyone’s cup of tea! If you’d just like to read your favourite feller, I have separated them out into their individually named sections. However, some might still have interjections from Dutch and other members in the gang!

I think I’m basically going to say this is my Christmas present to you all. So happy holidays and happy gang gang banging with the VDL lads!

Warning: Degrading language, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, hint at breeding kink, explicit sexual content - including penetrative sex, group sex, oral sex, anal sex.

“Well, gentlemen. Looks like it’s that time again already.” Dutch smiled as the men gathered around, and you heard several chuckles of amusement, along with mutters of approval. Dutch had you naked, sitting on his knee, facing the half-shadowed forms of the other Van Der Linde men. You could just make out Arthur, Micah and John at the front, but the others were following shortly behind them.

Dutch’s hands firmly squeezed your breasts, before trailing down your stomach and forcing your legs apart, so everyone gathered could get a good look at you. He popped his thumb in his mouth, then brought his finger back down to your slit and began to circle your clit. You let out a small moan and involuntarily thrust your hips against his right hand, though the firm grip of his left on your leg meant you had to keep your legs open. The coldness of his rings pressed down against your thigh.

“I have asked our darling Miss Y/L/N, and she has very kindly agreed to this once more, though I think she’s just as keen.”

You’re were growing wetter by the minute and could feel Dutch’s hard cock pressed into your ass. You wiggled your hips against it, but he shifted your weight and then slipped a finger inside you so you forgot all about your attempt.

There’s a shuffling around as the men draw lots from a hat. For those who got to go first there followed a satisfied, pleased hum. Those going last kicked up more of a fuss.

“Oh, come on!” Sean yelled out, his tone frustrated and disappointed.

“Wha’ number you get?” Arthur asked.

“Eight! Why, what’d you get, English?”

Arthur chuckled heartily on hearing it. “One.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

“That’s enough, Sean,” Dutch commanded, as your head lolled back against his broad shoulder and his fingers ensure you’re ready to take any man present here, no matter how big their cock. You watched as the men sat or stood around in a circle. In the centre there was a table and a chair, around the edge a few tents and a bedroll or two, should a man prefer a little more privacy. Though there’s very little you can keep private during this event.

“Are you ready, Miss?” Dutch asked you softly.

You nod and he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy, you feel the muscles try to tighten around him as he withdrew from you and you let you a little sobbing moan of complaint.

“There, there, my dear. We shan’t keep you waiting for long. Arthur, my boy, are you ready?”

Arthur nodded. You could see the thick outline of his cock pressed tightly against his jeans and immediately wanted to help him.

“Alright then.” Dutch soothingly helps you off his lap and Arthur gently picked you up into his arms. Your intimate knowledge of the men goes without saying, and Arthur had always been a romantic, even if he didn’t like to admit it.

He gently brushed his nose against your ear, inhaling your scent and softly murmured, “Glad I get to have you first.”

Arthur

You weren’t going to lie, you were glad that Arthur was the first in line. He was usually far softer and more patient than some of the other men, and would always make sure you were ready to take him.

He carried you over to the tent, where Charles was sitting nearby, and then lay you down gently on the bedroll. Arthur kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your breasts, your nipples hardening against the roughness of his stubble. One of his hands found yours and entwined your fingers with his.

He continued to kiss you down your stomach, where he chuckled at the slight tension in your belly as nipped at your skin, until he eventually reached your mound and looked up at you, as though waiting for your permission. You nodded and his warm hands pushed open your legs further, and he dove in immediately sucking on your clit. You moaned at the contact and arched your back, your hands scrabbling in his hair and your feet pressed against his shoulders.

He continued sucking and licking, his tongue sliding down to your entrance and then teasingly run back to your clit, till you could feel your thighs shaking and an ache building between your legs.

“Arthur, I need-!”

“I know, darlin’, I know,” he murmured soothingly and then slipped his forefinger inside you, and you gasped at the sensation. Your hips rolled involuntarily and you more felt than heard Arthur’s chuckle of approval. His thumb grazed your clit and you closed your eyes, desperately chasing the sweet relief of your orgasm. You would probably come many times tonight, but Arthur was always so considerate and almost loving towards you, that you adored coming apart in his arms.

“C’mon, son. There’s others who are still waiting,” Dutch’s voice came out of the gloom and was a key reminder that you weren’t alone in Arthur’s tent.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’,” Arthur muttered and pulled his fingers out from your slit. The cold evening air made you shiver when he sat up on his haunches, but as soon as he had undone his pants and lain back down on top of you, the warmth that emanated from Arthur made you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You felt his cock twitch as he pressed it against you and he rubbed it against your clit, making you whine and try to reposition your hips so he would slip inside you.

“Easy now, girl,” he crooned, then he cupped your face and forced you to look up into his eyes. “You know how I like you looking at me.” You nodded and then he slowly began to push his cock inside you. You let out a moan and dropped your head back, as your slick enabled him to sink deeply inside you.

His arms encased you, as he began to slowly thrust until you could feel every inch of him. A strong hand cupped the back of your head, bringing your gaze to his and you felt like you could drown in his ocean-coloured eyes. His other hand wrapped around the back of your leg, raising it around his hips and you whimpered at the intensity of it all.

He ran his nose over your cheek and jaw. “So goddamn beautiful,” he whispered against your cheek. You brought his hands to your breasts and Arthur complied, giving them a gentle squeeze and then teasing your nipples. He raised his hips slightly and one hand snaked down to your clit.

“Goin’ to make sure you feel good too,” he said.

“I already do,” you panted back, his clever fingers finding some slick and then lightly playing with your clit, until you were moaning in his arms.

You could feel the first delicious waves creeping up on you, the wonderful sound of Arthur’s thighs slapping into yours driving you wild and you bucked your hips up harder as his movements grew rougher and faster. He kissed your neck and then bit down hard, and you smiled at that little possessive streak of Arthur came out knowing he was determined to leave his mark on you. You felt your toes curl as the delicious whirl of pleasure shot through you and you found yourself whining and shaking in Arthur’s arms.

He let out a muffled groan, and you always got the sense he would love nothing more than to cum inside you, but, as always, he pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Warm streaks of white cum painted your belly and thighs. He gently cupped your sex and soothingly rubbed down your thighs.

“Good girl,” he said. He pulled out a handkerchief, wiping you clean and then tucked himself away, before scooping you up in his arms again. He did not have to walk far though, as Charles extended his own arms towards you and Arthur tenderly placed you in them, your head lolling against Charles’ firm shoulder.

Charles

Charles reached a hand down to your wet pussy and circled your clit, letting you shudder and whine at the sensitivity, before he reached down to push two fingers into your aching slit. He stretched you out and you saw Dutch’s look of approval as you were opened up for the other men to look at you. You gazed up at Charles, feeling dreamy and warm in his arms, and he softly kissed you.

Charles’ cock was long and thick, so his preferred method was having you turn away from him and slowly fuck him at your own pace. He would still press his fingers on your clit and make you gasp, as the sensitive bud of nerves sent spirals of pleasure running through your body.

He positioned you gently and let you sink down onto his length, allowing you to take you time as his length stretched you out. You moaned and rolled your hips to grow used to him.

‘That’s always a pretty sight, seeing Charles’ cock split you, darling,’ Dutch said, his dark eyes watching you with an excited gleam in them.

Charles leaned back comfortably, his fingers digging slightly into your hips. He didn’t thrust up inside you as you began to fuck him, he knew all too well that doing so would mean he hit your cervix, and it would be painful for you if you weren’t ready.

‘How she feel, Charles?’ Dutch asked.

The man behind you let out a soft, grumbly groan, he gripped your waist and brought you down on his hardness more firmly. You let out a whine as the pleasure built rapidly, getting to control how you fucked him and the speed meant your orgasm was building up quickly and easily.

‘She feels good.’ Charles gave a single thrust up inside you, unable to resist. ‘Really good, warm and wet.’

‘Bet she does. I pity whoever has to go last, she’ll be a sloppy mess by the end. That pretty little cunt will be ruined.’

Several laughs from the other men follow Dutch’s comment. You let out a moan as Dutch’s filthy words sent a shiver through you. It should have disgusted you, but being used like this, being made to feel utterly debauched and all these men having a claim over you, made you feel so good.

Charles’ fingers circle your clit more furiously, the lube on his fingers makes it feel so good and you could feel yourself heading towards the peak of your pleasure rapidly. You grip Charles’ wrist tightly, your thighs slapping against his and pushing him onwards.

‘C’mon Charles, or you’re going to be there forever,’ Sean whined. He was palming himself through his pants and you bite your lip seeing his desperation. Sean makes a noise of both complaint and pleasure when you do.

You’re so close to coming undone, but Dutch approached you both. ‘He has a point, son. Can’t keep everyone waiting.’

You see the thick outline of Dutch’s cock pressed against his pants and you look up at him with deep longing in your eyes. Dutch chuckled and touched your lower lip with his thumb, your tongue slipped out and you sucked hard on it. He pulled his hand back, the finger slipping out with a loud pop.

‘You can put that mouth to better use later, my dear.’

Charles grabbed hold of your hair, forcing you back and begins to pound into you. His cock reached deeper inside you and a moan slipped from your lips, as you lay your head back on his shoulder. Little sparks of pleasure began to build through you and you could feel your pussy fluttering around him. You closed your eyes, your thighs being gripped by Charles, and felt your toes curl as a wave of bliss washed over you. You’re left gasping as a sharp jolt of pleasure coursed through you and then kept going as Charles thrust into you harder and faster, until he let out a muffled groan into your hair. He buried himself to the hilt in you and you knew he had come inside you.

Bill

The orgasm had left you feeling boneless and weak, you rest your head against Charles’ chest, longing for nothing more than to curl up into him and fall asleep. But Bill was having none of that. He yanked you upright, making you whimper as you were roughly pulled off Charles’ cock, and then picked you up and dropped you on the table like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Come on now, Bill.” Dutch smiled as he watched you both. “Be gentle with her.”

You heard Bill spit into his palm and watched him coat his cock with it, then without much warning thrust inside of you. You guessed you should be grateful that you were already sopping wet from your time with Arthur and Charles, but Bill barely gave you time to think as he began to roughly and furiously fuck you.

You gripped onto the edges of the table, as his sloppy thrusts pushed you backwards and when you heard Charles give a tetchy sigh, you looked over to him. His dark brown eyes stared back into your own and you felt at least a little pleasure begin to build, when you remembered the wonderful orgasm you had shared with him. But a thick, heavy hand grabbed hold of your jaw and forced your head back to look at Bill. His face was red and flushed, his brow furrowed and he was biting his lip hard.

“Goddammit, don’t look at him, when I’m fucking you.”

You heard a soft huff of laughter behind you. “He’s quite right, my dear,” Dutch said. “You know the rules. Once you’re done fucking one man, you must only have eyes for whoever’s fucking you next.”

You suddenly felt Bill pull out of you and were surprised that he was apparently already done. But you had been mistaken when the man coated his fingers in your slick, and then began to tease your arsehole. You keened and tried to pull away, but Bill determinedly pulled you back and worked his forefinger into your tight hole. It felt intrusive and more intense, but was already starting to feel good.

He dragged your legs closer to the table’s edge and then began to push into your arsehole with his cock. The burning stretch was unbelievable, even with his preparation beforehand and Charles’ cum coating your thighs and butt. You scrabbled against Bill, trying to gain some leverage but he caught hold of your wrists and pinned you down to the table. Finally, he bottomed out inside of you and you let out a deep groan.

“What a pretty noise that was,” Dutch remarked.

As though pleased by the approval Dutch had given, Bill began to fuck you. You were glad he was going slowly, but his cock pushed into you further every time. You were still pinned to the table, so could do nothing but lie there and take it.

“Wrap your legs around me, girl!” Bill demanded.

You obediently raised your legs around his hips, though the movement made you feel every stroke all the more and you whimpered as he began to move faster.

“That’s it, that’s it, just like that. Just like the goddamn whore you are!” Bill muttered furiously. Though you had been fucked in your arsehole before, it certainly felt different, more intense and you felt vulnerable. Utterly used and spent. But Bill gave your clit or sensitive nipples no attention, so by the time he let out a strangled groan and poured himself into your ass, you were feeling a little frustrated and needy.

As he withdrew, and your legs helplessly flopped over the edge of the table, you felt his cum spill from your ass. But you closed your eyes enjoying the brief respite.

Lenny

“Come on, who’s next?” Dutch demanded, as the pause went on. Eventually you heard footsteps approaching you and you looked up to see Lenny.

“Can I not just have her in my tent?” Lenny asked, you saw him fishing around in his pocket for something.

“You know the rules, part of the enjoyment comes from seeing everyone make use of her.”

Lenny sighed softly, but he had reached you and was gently stroking the damp curls between your legs, you felt his thumb brush lightly against your clit, making you whimper and squeeze your thighs together.

He pushed your legs open and you soon realised he had been looking for a handkerchief. He gently cleaned up the cum Bill and Charles had left behind, before he went to his knees and you pressed your lips together. Lenny watched you intensely, before pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit and you let out a hopeless moan. His warm hands crawled up your waist to your breasts, gently teasing your nipples with his fingers. For all he had been rather naïve to the ways of women at first, you had to give it to him, he was a fast learner!

You found yourself wondering if he was deliberately making up for Bill’s lack of attention, as your nipples stood hard against his fingers and his tongue dipped inside your wet pussy. You weren’t sure if you truly had much left within you to give, even though the heighten sensitivity meant you were soon trying to escape the relentlessness of Lenny’s tongue and pushing away his hands.

“Goddammit, boss, he’s taking forever! Just fuck her, boy!” Micah’s callous voice rang out.

Dutch chuckled at Micah’s impatience. “Come on, Lenny. She’ll come enough times without you doing that.”

Lenny lifted his head and you watched him loosen his cock from the confines of his pants, before he sunk into your aching cunt. “Fuck,” he murmured softly against your neck, before he trailed kisses down your chest and began to lick your nipples.

You whined and wrapped your legs around him, Lenny placed his arms by your head, so you were slightly obscured from view as his length slid over you wet clit.

“You feel so good,” he whispered gently. “Some time this week I’m going to have you in my tent, away from everyone else. Don’t want anyone else to watch.”

For all his promised plans though, his cock was hard, he’d still been turned on by seeing the others fuck you. But you knew Lenny enjoyed being gentle and warm with you. You cupped his face, feeling the light brush of hair on his upper lip and the man let out a strangled whine as you did.

“Take me, Lenny.”

He sighed against your hair and began to press kisses against your neck again, then his cock slipped inside you and he let out a soft moan of pleasure. You ran your hands down his waist and over his butt, pushing him deeper inside you. “You’re so perfect, so good. Hold me.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he began to pick up the pace and slid his cock in and out of your soaking wet slit. “Lenny, please I need you.”

He kissed your lips, his tongue slipping between them and moaning into your mouth. You could feel his cock sliding deeply inside of you and his groin rubbing against your clit, you let out a whimper.

“Fuck…” he murmured. “You’re too wet, I’m not going to last long.”

You ran your hands over his back soothingly and pressed kisses against the warm, dark skin of his neck. “You don’t have to last, just let me hold you, you’re such a good man, Lenny.”

You were surprised when Lenny let out a choking groan and buried his face into your shoulder. You felt his buttocks clench tightly and then he stilled while still inside you.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I was out on a job last night and hearing what you said-”

You tenderly cut him off with a kiss, then stroked his cheek. “It was still good, Lenny.”

John

Lenny awkwardly got up, giving your slit a quick wipe with his thumb, but otherwise leaving you leaking all over the table. As you raised your head, John nodded and beckoned you to come over to him. You got to your feet, though staggered a little, but eventually managed to make you way to him. John watched the sway of your hips intensely and you could see his erection was pressed against his pants.

He unbuttoned his pants and then lay back, allowing you to straddle him and shift your hips till his cock brushed against your entrance. John was looking at you, his brown eyes wide and drinking in you in, but otherwise he was silent.

He always liked you taking control with him and riding him. Though after the previous experiences you’d had with Arthur, Charles, Bill and Lenny you wished for once he would just pound into you. Your legs felt like jelly and doubtless this would be a sloppy ride. Then again, when John was like this, flushed, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and biting his lip hard, he rarely lasted long.

You sunk down onto him and John let out a loud groan as you did. You rolled your hips and John’s hand eagerly found your waist and then your breasts. You trailed your hands up John’s chest, grazing your nails over his nipples in the way he liked and heard that pretty raspy whine he would always give.

He pushed his hips up to meet yours and you sat more heavily on his thighs, so his movement would be restricted. You grabbed hold of his hands and pinned them above his head. John choked out a moan as you began to fuck him faster. He struggled under your grip and you allowed him to lift himself up a little, so his mouth could eagerly find your nipple and suck on it fiercely. You closed your eyes and moaned as he wrapped his tongue around the taut bud.

“Ahh, Marston, always one to be bossed around by his woman,” Dutch chuckled, and you heard a few mutters of agreement from the other men and short bursts of laughter.

John pulled his mouth off your breast and you thought that his usually argumentative nature would mean he would bite back at Dutch. But instead, he found your other breast and began to lavish the same attention to your other nipple.

“Though, I do agree with him. Not enough of you have been paying attention to our darling girl’s breasts this evening, and when they’re as pretty as that how can you not?”

You felt a hand, heavy with rings, wrap around your other breast, fingers teasing the nipple until you gave a throaty moan and dropped your head back. John’s long cock was still pounding into you, but he managed to get away his hand from your grip and pushed away Dutch’s hand.

“Mine,” was all he muttered, while his thighs slapped into yours, the obscene squelching between your thighs making you realise how much cum was being pushed further inside you. You heard Dutch’s laugh, but he walked away to allow John to finish undisturbed.

You pushed John back down against the bedroll, scratching back down his chest and further down until you reached where you were joined. You slipped your hand amongst the thatch of hair between your legs and finding your clit began to stroke it, the growing ache sparking back into life. John was watching you closely, his eyes dark and his teeth biting into his lower lip.

You squeezed your thighs tightly around John, you usually found that the second or third orgasm was more difficult to reach, your body already tired. But you rode him harder, your pussy clenching tightly around him and making John grunt and whimper into your shoulder. You pushed your breast against his mouth and he eagerly sucked on the nipple, the sharp sweet pleasure spiralling down and making you drop your head back as your third orgasm swept through you. Not as strong or heady as the others, but still good.

John suddenly let go of your breast and bit down on your neck, sucking hard and letting out a strangled moan before burying himself deep into you. He fell silent and still. You ran your hands several times through his hair and wiped the sweat away from his brow.

“You’re such a good boy, John,” you murmured softly and he nodded, pressing his face against your chest. You gave him a kiss on his forehead and then carefully got up, a trail of cum slicking down your leg and walked back over to the table, waiting for whoever was next.

Kieran

Kieran nervously approached you, he already looked worried and apprehensive. His hands covered his crotch and at first you thought he was hiding his erection, but when you went to undo his pants, you realised his cock was flaccid. His cheeks were pink and he looked down, but avoided your eye.

“I’m sorry, I just… with everyone here…” Kieran stammered.

You gently caressed his cock and it twitched slightly in your hand, but remained resolutely floppy. You took him into your mouth and began to suck, feeling the cock growing harder. But as Kieran took in a gasp of air, he looked up, and seeing everyone’s eyes on him meant he lost it.

“I’m sorry, you should just have whoever’s next,” he said miserably.

“No, Kieran,” Dutch answered for you. “You want to be part of this gang, you fuck that girl. After all, she’s treated everyone so well.”

Kieran gave a whimper as you continued to move your head back and forth, but it didn’t seem to help much. Finally, you got up and removed the kerchief around Kieran’s neck. You walked him over to a chair, so he was more hidden from view, and then tied the kerchief around his eyes. You knelt between his legs and undid his shirt, so his pale chest was before you.

You stroked a hand up his stomach and saw his cock jolt slightly. “It’s just you and me here, Kieran. Just listen to me and pay attention to everything I’m doing.” You sat in his lap and began to stroke his cock. “Does that feel good?”

He let out a shaky whine and nodded fiercely. “I keep thinking though…”

“Shh,” you whispered, then kissed his cheek, moving your lips down his cheek through the scraggly hair of his beard and sucking lightly on his earlobe. He let out a small gasp and thrust up into your hand.

“I’ve seen you looking at me,” you whispered so no one else could hear. “I’ve seen you gazing after me when my shirt gets soaked while I’m doing laundry or when I bend down to pick something up. And yet you’ve always been so sweet and polite, keeping your distance. Have you never wanted to fuck me?”

Kieran’s cock became heavy and hard in your hand and he let out a moan. He nodded once more. “I have, but… you’re so busy… and the other men…”

“Kieran, sweetheart, I’ll always make time for you. You’re allowed to call on me,” you said sweetly and felt him shudder against you. He suddenly lifted his right hand from the box and managed to find your waist.

“Can I… Can I touch your breasts?”

You almost melted at how sweet he was, in asking so considerately. You raised his right hand to your breast and he instinctively kneaded the flesh, before finding your nipple and slowly rolling it between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh.

“Mm, Kieran. You might have never touched me before, but you sure know how to.”

Kieran moaned against your neck, his hips furiously thrusting upwards, your hand slick with his pre-cum.

“My dear, you might want to-” Dutch began to say, but he was cut off as Kieran let out a garbled cry and his cum spurted all over your hands and fingers. He whined into your shoulder, as you milked him for all his was worth. You felt Kieran’s body shudder against you and then he let out a sigh, his body going limp. You heard Dutch’s testy sigh of annoyance.

“Dutch, he’s new-” you started to say, hoping to defend Kieran.

Dutch rolled his eyes and shook his head at Kieran. “Duffy, at some other time you best take Miss Y/L/N into your tent and actually fuck her properly. I’ll let you off this once, but don’t let it happen again.”

Kieran nodded weakly, then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to you. You kissed the warm red flush on his cheeks, then began to lick away the sticky mess from your fingers. Kieran watched you, his eyes wide. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch against your leg. Maybe Dutch’s plan would happen sooner than he thought.

Javier

“You done yet?” Javier was waiting behind Kieran and the he watched the other man scurry away quickly. You finished wiping your hands and looked at Javier. He gave you a quick smile and then sat down in the chair.

“How do you want me?” you asked.

Javier tilted his head slightly and gestured to his lap. “How do you think?”

You smiled sweetly and then undid Javier’s pants, pulling free his length and straddling him. Your dripping pussy rubbed along his cock and you felt him grind up against you. But Javier let out a testy sigh.

“You ain’t even going to try to romance me?”

“Everyone else keeps telling me to hurry up,” You said.

“And will do the same with you, Javier! Ya ain’t here t’ have a chat!” Sean complained loudly.

Javier waved his hand flippantly at the other man, dismissing him. He pulled you closer against him till your breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. Javier’s mouth ran along your jaw and up to your ear, lightly pressing kisses and then sucking on your earlobe making you shiver.

“There’s always time for a little sweet talk, ain’t there mi amor?” he asked you, before rolling his hips against yours and making you let out a small moan of pleasure as the head of his cock pressed against your clit.

You pulled back so you could look into his eyes. “For you, Javier, always.” You ran your hand through his hair, that he had loosened, and felt him eagerly press into your palm. You stroked down his chest, lifting yourself up slightly so you could reach down and push his cock inside of you. Javier dropped his head back, letting out a small sigh and immediately thrusting up.

“Mm, you feel good, sweetheart.”

You barely had to do a thing, as Javier kept a smooth pace of thrusting in and out of you, which you were certainly grateful for now that your legs felt like jelly. His mouth found your neck and jaw, nibbling and kissing the bare skin, one hand cupping your breast and squeezing the nipple.

“How did we get so lucky?” he crooned softly. You only managed a quiet moan in response and he began to push you harder against him, forcing you to grind your clit against his groin. “Come on, sweetheart, want you louder than that.”

You whined at the sensation already sending small waves of pleasure through you as Javier’s hands travelled down to your ass and forced you to rotate your hips. He was always so attentive to you and you were flattered that he cared so much about fulfilling your own desire, as well as his.

“Ah, Javier, always such a charmer!” Dutch chuckled slightly. “Always so polite with the ladies.”

Javier’s eyes stayed fixed on you as he rhythmically fucked you. “When the lady is as beautiful as Y/N, it’s easy to be charming.”

You let out a breathy groan, but he quickly silenced you with a deep, passionate kiss. Javier’s tongue slipped past your lips and you moaned into his mouth. His hands made their way down to your waist, your thighs and then around your butt. Forcing you to ride him harder and faster.

You stopped the kiss and pressed your forehead against Javier’s, the sensitivity making you close your eyes and squirm. One of his hands stroked gently over your thigh and then slipped between you, finding your clit.

“Javier, I can’t!” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can. One for me, mi amor. It’s not fair everyone else gets to see that pretty face of yours lost in pleasure.”

You were too far gone to even point out that not everyone had tried to bring you to orgasm, but Javier’s sweet words and clever fingers soon forced your body into another wave of release. It was less strong and almost caught between both pleasure and pain. You ended up clinging to Javier as he pounded into you, holding you close and riding through his own climax. You barely heard him groaning into your hair.

“So pretty, so goddamn pretty,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your cheek. You gasped softly, wishing he could lay you down in his tent and the tender way he would usually rub your back and legs.

Instead, he helped you up from his lap and placed you down on the table, so you could get your breath back. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, then turned around and headed back towards the other men.

Sean

“Ah feckin’ finally,” Sean said, eagerly making his way over to you and sitting down on the chair that Javier had vacated. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock. You sat back on the table, your legs still felt weak and tired.

“How do you want me?”

“Jus’ suck my cock first, then we’ll see.” Sean grinned excitedly, but you frowned slightly, you were all too aware that Sean tended not to last long.

“You sure?”

“My dear, it’s not your job to argue with the men about their choices. Just do as Sean says,” Dutch’s commanding voice came from behind you, so you gave a slight shrug and got to your knees in front of Sean.

You ran your hand over his cock, gently teasing his balls and watching him try to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning too loudly. He eventually gave up and stroked the back of your head. It always surprised you how gentle Sean could be, he was almost tentative with his touch.

“C’mon, darlin’, need your mouth,” he murmured, he thrust his hips up and his cock bumped against your lips. You gently slipped your tongue over the tip and Sean moaned loudly, trying to push your head down further. You grabbed his hands and held the wrists tightly, before opening your mouth and slowly swallowing Sean’s cock.

“Oh yes, darlin’, tha’s it, tha’s real good…”

You smiled as Sean began to babble away, never quiet even for a moment. You pulled back a little and then began to suck on his cock. You let go of his wrists, running your nails down his thighs and bobbing your head up and down. You moaned around him and Sean thrust harder up into your mouth.

You let him slip out of your mouth, trying to ensure he at least lasted a bit by squeezing his cock and placing a firm hand on his thigh, but Sean had grabbed the back of your head and desperately brought it down on him. Even with your lips closed, he futilely thrust against them, his cock twitching against the slickness of your lips.

“C’mon, open your mouth!”

“Sean-” you warned, but he took advantage of your mouth being opened to say his name and forced his cock in between your lips. He grabbed the back of your head and began to thrust harder and faster, his long, thin cock hitting the back of your throat. Before you knew it, Sean stood up and continued to face fuck you. He was finally quiet, just grunts and groans slipping from his lips.

“Love hearing the noise of Miss Y/L/N’s mouth as someone fucks her like that,” Dutch said jovially.

You tried to grip onto Sean’s thighs and draw back, but he was too lost in how you made him feel and when you looked up at him, eyes wide and almost pleading, he suddenly came with a strangled gasp. He almost staggered as the hot, salty cum poured down your throat, and finished with a few small thrusts.

Finally, he stopped moving, his cock now flaccid in your mouth, but eventually he pulled it out. “Goddammit,” he muttered, then grinned and chuckled slightly. He wiped away a small streak of cum from the corner of your lips. “Tha’ mouth is just too good.”

“I did try to warn you.”

Sean shrugged and patted your cheek. “Still had a good time and ol’ Sean Maguire junior had the best of times!”

He stretched his arms out wide and strolled off, as though all the men gathered would be mightily impressed by his display. You hid a giggle as he walked off, his cock still dangling between his legs, and saw Arthur roll his eyes.

Micah

You had only managed to get back to your feet, when you spotted Micah shoving Sean out of the way and walking over to you. You grabbed hold of the chair to give you some strength and support, but Micah kicked it away from your grasp.

“Hey, Micah, come on, don’t be like-!” Lenny called out.

“You’ve had your turn, boy. Now it’s mine with the little whore and I’m going to show her how a real man fucks.”

He pushed you onto the table, so your breasts were against the hard wood and you felt Micah’s finger push into your pussy. He let out a disgruntled noise of disgust. “You enjoy letting every man have his way with you here? You like knowing that you got their cum mixed inside ya?”

You nodded weakly and felt a sharp, stinging slap land on your exposed cunt. You let out a whine of pain and jolted away, but Micah pulled you back and sharply pinched your clit.

“Micah!” you whined.

“As if your sopping cunt can feel anything at this point!” He began to furiously rub at your clit and you submitted to his rough touch, pressing your forehead against the table and moaning as the intense sparks of pleasure and pain ran through you.

Until a hand made its way under your throat and forced you to look up. You found yourself gazing across the circle, Arthur’s eyes on you. He looked pissed, but unable to do anything and turned his head away.

“Hey boss, mind if I break the rules a little?” Micah asked Dutch.

“What do you mean?”

“Think I might like it if she keeps her eyes on Morgan, while I fuck her.”

“You petty bastard,” Arthur growled.

Dutch chuckled indulgently. “Alright, I’ll allow it as that’s what you want Micah.”

“Good,” Micah said and then abruptly thrust inside of you, his cock hitting your cervix and making you almost scream, more with surprise than pain. You saw Arthur’s jaw clench tightly at the sound.

But there wasn’t much time to adjust as Micah began to roughly fuck you, his balls hitting your ass. He grabbed your arms, forcing you to arch your back and then wrapped a hand around your throat, so you were helplessly looking into Arthur’s eyes. There was always that rivalry between the two, and it led to both needing to show you a good time, though you never admitted who you liked being fucked more by.

“Come on, boss. May as well take advantage,” Micah growled as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast. He kept a hand wrapped around your throat, until you were gasping for air.

Dutch smiled and unbuttoned his trousers.

“Dutch,” Arthur said warningly, presumably going to remind Dutch that when one man was fucking you, it was only meant to be one man.

“You ain’t in charge, Arthur.” Dutch’s hand squeezed one of your breasts firmly and he seemed to admire Micah’s cock disappearing into your aching cunt. Dutch unbuttoned his pants, pulling free his length and bringing it to your face. You greedily opened your mouth and swallowed him to the root. Dutch sighed with pleasure and placed a hand at the back of your head.

“That’s it, darling.” Dutch was thrusting his hips, his cock choking you and bringing tears to your eyes.

He looked up at Arthur, who was watching the situation with a low burning rage in his eyes. For all the man insisted he wasn’t a good one, he certainly had a strong sense of fairness. “Don’t you worry, Arthur, I’ll call on your help in just a moment.”

“Lot of rule changes for Micah,” Arthur muttered, but you noticed his eyes were still on you. The way your clit was being bumped and grinded against the surface of the table, brought tears to your eyes as another wave of pleasure surged through you, but the way Micah was pounding into you gave you no opportunity for rest.

Micah slapped your ass several times and you could already feel the bruises that would blossom there. “That’s it darlin’, oh you sure know how to take a man’s cock. You sure know how we like to ruin ya.”

The swirling, dizzying feel of him meant you were barely able to focus on sucking Dutch’s cock. But finally, at long last, Micah groaned and let go of your neck, instead leaning on the table. He let out a raspy groan and you felt his hot cum spill inside of you.

He certainly wasn’t interested in murmuring anything sweet or romantic to you. Instead, he pulled out and you felt the cum dribbling down your thighs. You panted and clung onto the table, feeling completely spent and used, though Dutch had yet to take his turn. You rolled onto your back and tried to get your breath back.

Dutch

You watched Micah stagger away and tried to close your legs, your slit feeling sopping wet and aching a little. But two firm hands pulled your legs apart and you let out a small whine of complaint. Dutch’s dark curly head was between your thighs and his hot gaze was studying the cum dripping from your pussy. His eyes caught yours and they gleamed with satisfaction. He pushed back the cum inside you with his thumb.

“Very pretty, my dear.”

His thumb grazed your clit and you tried to pull away, the sensitivity almost making you black out. You weren’t sure if you could take much more. Dutch tutted and shook his head.

“Now, that certainly won’t do,” he said. Then got up from his haunches and looked pass you. “Arthur, come here.”

You heard Arthur approaching you and then he was at your side. His eyes were on Dutch, but you saw his eyes flick down to your breasts. Dutch smiled and reached a hand down to your breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger harshly. You squealed and tried to roll away, but Dutch grabbed your arms and brought you back to where you had been.

“This is exactly why I need your assistance, Arthur. If you could take her arms.” Arthur’s warm, large hands gripped your wrists and pinned them to the table. “Perfect.” Dutch unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid his cock against your wet slit. You moaned and Dutch tapped his cock against your swollen clit, enjoying your gasp and the way you tried to move your legs back.

He grabbed hold of your ankles, then placed your legs over his shoulders, his cock teasing your entrance. The swirling feeling of pleasure was overwhelming and you found tears coming to your eyes.

“Please, please Dutch… I can’t take much more,” you begged.

“Oh, but my dear, you did so well this evening. It was only Kieran and Sean who missed out on your very sweet, sensitive pussy. And now, it’s so wet, so slick. Do you think if you got pregnant, you would even know who the father is?”

You shook your head dumbly and watched as a smug smile grew on Dutch’s lips. It was just as well you had got that herbal remedy to stop a pregnancy from happening, but that was why you were all the men’s favourite. No risk, all reward.

Dutch’s hand drifted by your slit again, before his large finger pushed into your entrance and you moaned. He chuckled. “I’m surprised you even felt that, you’re absolutely drenched.” You felt another finger push inside, the cold ring sending a shiver down your spine as Dutch began to work the digits in and out of your pussy.

You heard Dutch’s mocking laughter once more. “I’m surprised Arthur still has it in him, but I think hearing how wet your pussy is and seeing your breasts move like that has got him going again!”

Arthur gave a muffled grunt from behind you and you tilted your head to see Arthur’s groin almost near your face, the hard outline of his cock clearly visible against his pants. Dutch’s fingers slipped out of your pussy quickly and grabbed hold of your chin, so you could no longer gaze up at Arthur. Dutch smirked and slipped his fingers into your mouth, and you tasted the musky scent of yourself mixed with the salty bitter taste of all the men who had just had you.

As Dutch slowly slipped inside of you, you tried to pull your arms away from Arthur, so you could gain some leverage and place them against Dutch’s chest. But Arthur had your arms in a vice like grip, and with your legs over Dutch’s shoulders all you could do was cry out as the man filled you.

“Absolutely depraved, my dear. You’re dripping. This whole situation turns you on doesn’t it, having all the men have their go with you and not even in the privacy of their own tents? Shameful, my darling.”

He began to slowly thrust inside of you, plunging deeper and hitting that sensitive spot that made you tilt your head back and groan loudly.

“That’s it, my dear. Just the way I like it. Arthur, why don’t you play with her nipples, they certainly haven’t had enough attention this evening.”

Arthur’s rough fingers began to teasingly stroke your nipple, his other hand still gripping tightly onto both of your wrists. Dutch’s hand reached down between your legs and brutally slapped your clit several times, causing you to whine and try to twist away, but the way you were kept prostrate between both men meant there was no escape. Another orgasm was building as Dutch continued to fuck you, though at this point you were so exhausted you could do nothing but lie on the table and moan.

“Arthur, put your thumb in her mouth, don’t need her keeping everyone else awake.” Dutch grunted a little and Arthur complied, removing his hand from your breasts and sinking his thumb in your mouth. You greedily sucked on it and heard the man gave a groan. You gazed at Arthur, who was grinding his hips against the table.

A heavy hand forced your head back to look up at Dutch as his hips slapped forcefully against yours. He offered you a wicked smile and then said to Arthur. “Why don’t you tease that pretty little bud of hers and I’ll let you watch her have her last orgasm tonight.”

Arthur released your wrists, you could feel a slight bruise blossoming on both. As Arthur circled your clit with his fingers, you almost blacked out by the jolt of pleasure that ran through you. It was too much and you cried out. Dutch’s movements were growing faster by the minute. You could no longer keep the overwhelming rush of pleasure at bay, as your oversensitive clit was pushed further and your muscles clenched tightly around Dutch’s cock. The dwindling wave of pleasure grew in strength, before overcoming you. It surged through you and you let out a hoarse scream.

You felt like you almost had blacked out or otherwise become so loss in your pleasure that you were only half aware when Dutch groaned, pushed deep inside you and shuddered slightly. The camp had fallen quiet and your eyes focused on the soft light of a lantern. You barely realised that Dutch had pulled out, until he swept you into his arms and began to walk to his tent.

Dutch lay you down on his cot. You heard him fiddle around with the wash basin next to his shaving set, before he walked back over and you felt a damp cloth cleaning up the mess between your legs. The pleasurable exhaustion was already setting in, you were half asleep by the time he slipped in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well done, my dear.” He pressed a kiss against the back of your neck and you drifted off feeling content and warm.

Heya! Could you write a little something about f! reader getting a massage from Dutch? It can get nsfw if you feel up to it :D Thanks if you decide to do this 😊🤍

send me a smutty rdr2 request!

a/n: @woman-with-no-name might fuck around and write a sequel to this (i'm already in the middle of writing a sequel to this), so let me know if you want to be tagged in that too <3. also, i am very much aware of the irony of this being a dutch fic and the title being a line from a song named 'no plan'.

rating: teen and up for vague descriptions of being horny and heavy suggestiveness, but nothing explicit.

warnings: sowing needles, dutch being bad at flirting, slight power imbalance, vague descriptions of getting shot.

Thrilled By The Still Of Your Hand – Part 1 (1.7k words)

The needle moves as if it has a mind of its own. In fact, it kind of does.

You've been mending clothes for hours now, hands working on their own volition, confident in their movements after years of doing the exact same menial task, as you stare at the shirt you're repairing as if transfixed.

In truth, your mind is blank, exhaustion permeating every part of your being, muscles sore and tender from the heavy workload you've taken onto your shoulders.

It's all thanks to Williamson. Because of course it is.

The asshole had fucked up so bad that you had to move camps once again, leaving behind a sizeable amount of potential stolen goods and money, and thrusting more work onto the shoulders of everyone in the gang; Especially you and the other women.

What you wouldn't give for just a few minutes of peace and quiet and stillness.

A voice, deep and rough, halts your fingers. It lashes at you like a whip, in spite of the pleasant tone, the peace and quiet disturbed – a rock thrown into still water.

"Ah, hello, miss."

Your start, feel the pinprick of your needle before you see it, thin metal sliding through the flesh of your forefinger. It hasn't just breached your skin though; It's sunk into your finger so almost a fifth of the needle is embedded in you, and there's a slow trickle of blood emitting from the prick when you pull it out, all gentle and careful. The quiet rush of scarlet glides over your skin and you watch in tired defeat as it drips onto the white fabric you've been working on for the better part of half an hour.

Great. More work.

"Mr. Van der Linde," you reply, polite but short-handed, too fatigued to make real conversation, and cast him a sidelong glance.

He's looking as impeccable as ever, well put-together and handsome, his white sleeves rolled up above his elbows, revealing long expanses of sun-kissed skin and the dark hair strewn across his forearms. You wonder, as impulsive and brief as the thought is, what he would look like all disheveled and raw – what he would look like if he worked even half as much as you or miss Grimshaw or even Abigail, heavily pregnant as she is.

He's got a cigar curled between his fingers, a faint shroud of smoke floating in the air, curling around his head and throat with the familiarity of the gentle caress of a lover.

You press your bleeding finger past your lips and place it on your tongue. Its warmth and wetness soothe the sting, the metallic tang of blood spreading in your mouth.

"It's Dutch," he says, but it's strained, twisted – a mockery of the gentle cheeriness in his voice just moments before, and you turn yourself to face him better, to get a proper look at him, only to falter and freeze, caught in the stare he gives you. His eyes are dark, jaw set tight, and you can do nothing to stop the quiet shiver flowing forth within you. "How are you doing on a fine day like this?"

You slide your finger out of your mouth. There's spit sticking to it, your stained skin glistening in the sun, and you wipe it off in your already grimy skirt.

You think you see Dutch following the motion, the dark irises of his eyes shifting around until they eventually land on your face, but you're not sure.

Probably just the fatigue getting to you.

However, you are certain that his grip on his cigar has tightened, a small dent in the tobacco visible even from where you're sitting.

"I'm fine, sir."

Dutch looks as if your voice has snapped him out of thought and he clears his throat, takes a drag.

"I've seen you working, much more than usual. You must be terribly sore."

"Oh, I guess I am. It's been a busy few days. You know how miss Grimshaw gets."

Dutch chuckles, a low, rumbling thing that sends tingles down your spine. "I sure do."

He watches you for a moment, gaze searching in a way you're unused to, feel a scarlet flush rising in your cheeks. You avert your eyes, and focus on the needle and thread going in and out of the fabric instead.

Then, there are hands on your upper arms. Though you thought it impossible, you grow tenser, shoulders rising, breath catching in your throat. That is, until those hands – those big, warm hands – start making a path up and down your upper arms, soothing in a way that has the tension crawling beneath your skin dissolving like sugar on a wet tongue.

When they come to rest where your shoulders meet your neck, fingers dig into tender muscles.

A moan brushes past your lips, faint and pitiful, but inevitable. You're aching, beneath it all, stressed and on edge after working yourself to the bone. Yes, it's somewhat miss Grimshaw's fault, but you wanted to help out as much as you could on your own accord too. She pushes you, but you're the one taking the leaps, damn near wrestling any and all heavy workloads out of Abigail's hands, even if she is only five months along.

It's like heaven, the way his hands move across the expanse of your back and work at the strain and stress contorting every part of your being, something strange yet tempting curling in your stomach when he delicately pulls at your sleeves, exposing the naked skin of your shoulders to the tepid weather.

"So tense."

Your mind, in that exact moment, catches up to what's going on, Dutch's voice much closer to your ear than before. Close enough to feel faint puffs of breath brush against the shell of your ear. He's moved behind you, rendering you unable to see him, your only point of contact being his strong hands on your shoulders. Your back. Your collarbones.

He's so soft-spoken, every word spoken with gentle charisma and sympathy, tongue curling around syllables in the most delectable way. And yet, he's so close that you can feel the vibrations in his chest when he speaks, giving his voice an air of menace – a predator soothing an unsuspecting prey.

"It has not escaped me, miss, that you've been working extra hard these past couple of days. Trying to make up for Mr. Williamson's blunder?"

Yes. That's exactly what you've been doing. Miss Grimshaw too. As much of a pain in the ass she is from time to time, you have to admit that she's only trying to do right by the gang, and you do your best to follow in her footsteps.

And you attempt to express this, say, "It's the least I can do,"

His laugh is a rumble. "Now you're just selling yourself short, my dear."

He tears another groan from you, thumbs digging into a particularly sore bundle of nerves in your shoulders. His fingers, deft as they are, grab onto and exterminate any point of stress or tenderness they can find, working over naked, pliable flesh, and you just sit there and take it, caught up in the wonderful relief of it all, eyelids fluttering close. Exhaustion takes over.

"I, too, have found myself in need of relief from all this stress, you know."

And you're wide awake.

You open your mouth to reply, to protest – assert that you never meant to imply otherwise and that you're grateful for everything he's done and does for the gang; For you. However, as your lips part, the words get stuck on your tongue, breath hitching at the exact same time your stomach swoops.

Dutch rests a hand on your throat.

It's a heavy thing, his rings cold against your flushed skin, fingers curled just enough to apply a gentle, yet unyielding pressure against your larynx, his skin coarse against yours. Your heart picks up speed, fluttering in your chest with the speed of hummingbird wings, and you know he can feel it because his thumb rests on your pulse point, pressing down slightly

"You know, there are other more pleasurable ways of helping you relax. Really relax. Take your mind off of things."

You were shot once. In the gut. You remember so vividly the suddenness of the wound, the swell of equal parts warmth and mind-numbing pain in your abdomen. It rendered you lost and helpless – as if you were drowning – in the middle of a shoot-out, vision blurry, like you were watching everything through a window while it's raining. The only thing you could focus on through it all was the warm hands on you – the dash of bright scarlet by your side.

It feels like déjà vu.

Except now, along with the warmth in your gut and feeling of helplessness seeping into your skin, bone-deep, there's a throbbing. Lower than your gut. Between your legs. And coursing through your veins is something gushing and fiery and impossible to rule.

He moves further up, cups your jaw, fingers digging into bone. There is pain there, but it pulses along with pleasure. He could crack your jaw if he wanted to.

A part of you – a foreign part you did not know existed – would let him.

The tip of his thumb is on your lower lip, pulling down, barely dipping in. A brush of his fingertip over the dryness there has you releasing a shaky exhale. His touches are delicate but purposeful, akin to how an artist runs a paintbrush across his canvas. You cling to it, blooming beneath his caresses. They warm you like bright rays of sun from the inside out, flames licking beneath your skin in a way you've never experienced before.

"My tent is always open, dear." Breathless. Helpless. What can you do? "Come to me if you need anything. Anything at all."

He pats you on the cheek – his fingers like claws – and walks off as if nothing happened. As if he hasn't left you a blushing mess, heat curling and burning in the pit of your stomach, thighs rubbing together in a vain attempt to ease the pressure that's gathered at the crux of them, sensitive skin flush with goosebumps.

The promise in his voice, carefully wrapped in pretty words and resolute touches, is delectable and lascivious and terrifying all at the same time.

You carry on with your work. It's all you can do. Except, now, your mind is everything but blank.

the appeal of my breeding kink is purely the marking and possessive component of it. u lose me as soon as literal pregnancy is involved. like let me be a boston creme donut w/o the consequences pls i am begging. twinkie without the wrapper. good night.

i like my men long haired and deranged