gotten some boosts with this so officially will be opening. willing to write for all oscar and pedro characters on my masterlist, and aaron hotchner. doing a rate of 1c/word. feel free to dm or inbox me your request and we can talk parameters of what i do and donāt write.
anything can help, we are really tight on money after a pricey car repair that came outta nowhere and rent is due here soon. thanks in advance to anyone who boost, donates or gets a commission.
steven is so puppy with the way he looks at you, bright and starry-eyed like you're the center of his universe. with the way he follows you around the flat, just to be closer to you. with that dopey smile he has whenever you say his name because he loves hearing your voice and to have your attention.
steven is so puppy with the way his body eagerly pushes against yours because he's convinced he'd die if he doesn't touch you right then and there. with the small whimpers that fall from his lips when you tug at his hair -- always followed by that shy blush when he realizes how needy and loud he's being.
marc is so puppy with the way he perks up at your praise, always striving to be a better version of himself so you'll stay with him. with how he buries his face against your neck in the middle of the night and finds comfort in your soft scent, reminding himself you're still there.
marc is so puppy with how he wanders around grumpily whenever you're not with him. he pouts and stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to come home, even when he texts you every hour to make sure you're thinking about him. with the way he greets you at the door with barely concealed delight before dragging you to bed so he can cuddle you (and more ?? >:)).
jake is so puppy with how he wants to protect you, to shield you from the darkness of the world, but also keep you for himself. with how he bites marks against your neck and rubs himself against you to mark you as his. with how he constantly reminds you how much he loves you so you'll never forget it.
jake is so puppy with how he's always there to quietly comfort you when you need it, someone to listen without judgement. with how he can gauge exactly how you're feeling because he knows you so well -- you're the only thing he cares about.
i finally returned to tumblr after a long hiatus! as some of you may know, iām chronically ill and the last year or so has been particularly difficult for me. as of a few months ago, i actually had to quit my job because of how often i had to stay home sick and in pain.
because of this, iāve been really short on money and even though my parents are trying to help me out a bit, the bills are really hard to keep up with.
i have a major surgery coming up at the end of March that costs thousands of dollars and iām really freaking out about paying for it.
so..
one of the things that really gets me through my days is fiber art, particularly crocheting. iāve been doing it for a couple years now and recently iāve been considering starting a little tiny business out of it on Etsy or something like that. i havenāt started my Etsy yet but i was thinking of maybe selling a little more casually while i get started.
please let me know if youāre interested, and i can send you some pictures of my work. i can make anything from clothes (sweaters, tops, hats, gloves, anything) to blankets, amigurumi plushies, tapestries, keychains, you name it!
i never thought iād have to do this, but Iāve also created a Kofi account. if you have a few dollars to spare, any size donation would mean the world to me and really help me pay for this surgery.
hereās the link to my Kofi, where you can send a basic donation, as well as (eventually) commission custom crochet products.
link to my Kofi
if you read through all of this, i appreciate you more than you know! š«¶š¼
Pairing- Steven grant x f!reader, hints of Marc and Jake x f!reader.
Summary- You help Steven relax and cure his bad day.
CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, porn with a little plot, angst, fluff, Steven being unsure at first, oral m receiving, cum eating, slight sub Steven,Dom reader, Marc and Jake being teases and helpful because itās them.
WK-2.4k
A/N- Making Steven feel good is like candy to me so I hope you enjoy this.
Not beta read
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You set the groceries down to knock on the door to Stevens flat. You donāt hear any movement on the other side of the door for a few brief moments. You know Steven wasnāt always punctual but he never missed an opportunity for you to cook him dinner.Ā
It was a little nerve wracking at first taking over his job in the gift shop. He was promoted to tour guide at the museum but Donna insisted he train his replacement.Ā
Marc was annoyed in the beginning. How hard could it be to work in a gift shop? He knew Steven had been waiting for so long to be a tour guide and told him in so many words to tell Donna to shove off. Until you walked in.
Ā For once in his life Steven didnāt bumble his way through an introduction. You loved the way he cared so deeply for the regular patrons and cataloged all the itemsĀ in the gift shop.Ā
Ā He gave you a taweret plushie on your last day of training and couldnāt contain his excitement when you wrapped your arms around him as a thank you.Ā
Ā Ask her now
Ā It wasnāt often Jake made an appearance, but since youāve come into the picture he was making himself more and more known.Ā
Ā Heās right, ask her
Ā It was a problem for Steven when Marc and Jake were getting along. He has yet to make his condition known to you, but heās noticed you smirking when heās talking out loud or having a stern conversation with his reflection in the glass of the gift shop.Ā
Ā āI was wondering if maybeā¦youād like to go to dinner with me sometime?āĀ
Ā You said yes before he could even get the words out.Ā
Ā That was a few months ago.Ā
Ā ****
Ā Steven noticed you at the end of the hallway as the doors to the lift opened.Ā
Ā I told you to just give her a key hermanoĀ
Ā Steven didnāt want to just hand you a key like Marc or Jake would. He wanted it to be specialā¦he already had it made, he just needed an opportunity to present it to you. Heās been so busy with his promotion heās barely had time for you.Ā
Ā You offered to cook him dinner and he couldnāt even bother to be on time for that.Ā
Ā He looks so tired, even from where youāre standing. You can tell heās had a rough day and youāre determined to make it better. Itās not often the boys let you spoil them, always so concerned with your needs.Ā
Ā Steven had needs tooā¦he just needed a gentle reminder.Ā
Ā ****
Ā āIām sorry Iām so late, Love.ā He pecks your lips as he drops some scrolls to the ground to fish out his keys.Ā
Ā āItās okay Steven, I haven't been waiting long.ā You bend over to pick up the groceries as he drops his keys.Ā
Ā āOh bollocks, canāt even open my own door.ā You try to grab his shoulder as he picks them up from the floor. He mutters something under his breath about being clumsy and your certain Marc or Jake arenāt helping.Ā
Ā āSteven, honey.ā You wrap your arms around him as you slowly grab the keys. āLet me help you.āĀ
Ā Steven wants to protest but your hands are like magic covering his. He has to pinch himself everyday to remind himself heās not dreaming, when it comes to you. Marc and Jake may give him a hard time but he never lets them forget that you were interested in him first.Ā
Ā He sighs into your touch as you slowly open the door. āYouāre too good to me, you know that.ā He scoops the groceries in one arm and the scrolls in the other.Ā
Ā āThereās no such thing as too good.ā Your lips curve into a smile before you lean in and kiss him and he nearly drops everything in his arms.Ā
Ā āWhy donāt you set that stuff down and get comfortable.āĀ
Ā He goes to protest but you place your finger on his lips. āGo wash off this awful day, change into something comfortable and relax.ā You kiss him again a little deeper and longer, you can feel him sigh into it as you start to pull away. āIām not taking no for an answer.āĀ
Ā I would do what she says if I were you.Ā
Ā He pinches himself before he heads off to the bathroom.
Ā ****
Ā Steven notes the delicious smell wafting through the flat as he pulls on his favorite jumper and sweatpants. Although he knows whenever he comments on how good it smells you always tell him itās just garlic and onions.Ā
Ā Youāre a picture of domestic perfection as you finish putting something in the oven. You wipe your hands on the small towel as you look up and smile at him.Ā
Ā His feet are rooted to the spot in the living room as you make your way towards him,you look like you want to devour more than just the food. The urge to look over his shoulder and make sure heās the one youāre looking at is strong.Ā
Ā Your soft hand gently grabs his wrist as you pull him toward the couch. Perhaps Marc or Jake took control of his legs because he certainly doesnāt remember how he swiftly ended up seated with you on your knees in front of him.Ā
Ā The words are leaving your mouth but he canāt hear anything over the buzzing in his ears as you rub your hands up and down his legs.Ā
Ā āWhat did you say love?ā You smirk and lean up, pulling his face to yours as your soft lips meet his. He could stay like this, just kissing you as he melts into the couch. The stress of the day pouring off him like the rain outside.Ā
Ā āI saidā¦did you have a bad day?ā You trail kisses along his jaw and nip at his earlobe as you wait for his answer.Ā
Ā āYes.ā It comes out as a confession, like heās ashamed to admit that he has bad days doing his dream job.
Ā Your warm hands roam under his sweater along his chest and trail down as you hook your fingers in his waistband. His breathing is coming in too fast and he tries to calm himself down as your body brushes against the obvious tent in his sweats.
Ā āDo you want me to make it better?ā Itās a whisper in his ear that he hears loud and clear as your hands wait for permission.
Ā Say yes Steven
Say yes Steven
Ā It mustāve been too long, because his head mates urge him to answer you before you change your mind. As if you ever would.Ā
Ā āYesā¦please.ā You chuckle at his rushed out response as if you can read his mind and know exactly what theyāre saying.Ā
Ā It drives him a little bit wild that youāre giving him this attention. He was always a little more reserved than Marc and not as bold as Jake. Heās never been treated like this. The sole purpose of someoneās desires.Ā
Ā You tug a little on his pants and bite your lip. He lifts his hips to help you as you pull them down just enough to pool at his feet. Heās achingly hard as your hand reaches out to pump him a few times.Ā
Ā He bites down on his tongue to keep from coming at the first touch of you. Itās only been a few days and heās already so desperate for anything youāll give him.Ā
Ā The genuine look of enjoyment on your face as you stare at it like itās an appetizer to a four course meal is something heāll have to frame in his mind.Ā
Ā The feel of your hand is quickly replaced with your mouth as you slide down the length of him, your plush lips wrapped around his cock as you hum in approval. Finally provided the relief you both wanted.Ā
Ā He chokes back a moan as your tongue slides back up, slowly twirling around the tip. A drop of precum trails down the side and you tilt your head licking it up like an ice cream cone. Not wanting to waste a drop.Ā
Ā Fuck
Ā Your hands are on his legs again as you rub them in time with your head as you bob up and down, moaning around his cock sending chills up his spine.Ā
Ā You loved watching Steven let go. It was exhilarating that you could make someone come undone. TheĀ dark look in his eyes is almost similar to Marcās but you know by the noises coming from him and the way his hands grip the couch itās your sweet Steven.Ā
Ā Put your hand on the back of her head
Ā āWhat?ā He rasps out above you.Ā
Ā You come off with a pop and take in his unruly curls as the sweat forms on his furrowed brow.Ā
Ā āI didnāt say anything honey.ā He stares blankly at you for a moment before he realizes he mustāve spoke out loud.Ā
Ā Idiota
Ā āSorry love, you can keep goingā¦if you want toā
Ā His rambling is cut short as you take him into your mouth again, not wasting a moment as your lips slide all the way down his cock. Your nose brushes the curls at the base and you gag a little.Ā
Ā āSorry loveā¦ā Steven begins to apologize but you donāt seem to be stopping.Ā
Ā Listen to me and donāt say anythingĀ
Ā Perhaps he should just listen to Marc, heās neverā¦well maybe not never, but heās rarely led him astray.Ā
Ā Put your hand on the back of her head and Gentlyā¦go with her movements.Ā
Ā You glance up at Steven who nods his head as he places his hand on the back of yours. Heās looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like heās asking for permission to do what youāve been wanting this whole time. Enjoy it.Ā
Ā You hollow out your cheeks and pull him in deeper as he audibly moans a little louder. His nails scratch lightly at your scalp as he pushes you down a little further. His bold movements turn you on even more than you were before. You breathe through your nose and push past the burning in your lungs to stay on the edge of his pleasure for a little longer.Ā
Ā āYouāre perfect, you know that?ā He mostly says it to himself as you whine your response because you can't really answer at the moment. Not verbally at least.Ā
Ā You know you probably look a mess as your mascara runs down your cheeks and the drool pools outside your mouth as he takes what he wants. Except heās looking at you like you hung the moon as his free hand swipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye.Ā
Ā It feels like heās in the duwat again the way heās floating between this reality and the next. He struggles to keep his eyes on you as he throws his head back against the couch finally relinquishing all control he had over his emotions.Ā
Ā The sounds of your mouth and the muttering of praises are all he can focus on as the familiar feeling starts to creep up his back and infiltrate his brain.Ā
Ā You can feel his legs tense beneath your hands as the grip in your hair tightens instinctually.Ā
Ā āIāmā¦im close love, you donāt have to.āĀ
Ā āItās okay Steven, you can let go.ā You half pant out as you resume before he can protest.Ā
Ā You place your hand on top of his and urge him on as he curses under his breath. His hips stutter slightly as he feels himself let go, spilling hot ropes of come into your mouth. You donāt let up as you swallow every drop until heās boneless beneath you. His cock twitches slightly as you come off, slowly catching your breath. His hand drops to the couch with a thud as you raise up next to him and brush his curls out of his face.Ā
Ā The redness on his neck dissipates with every breath that he takes in. He may have been close to passing out if you hadnāt stopped soon.Ā
Ā āThat wasā¦incredible.ā He half whispers to himself and you chuckle into his neck as you place soft kisses to his sweaty skin.Ā
Ā āIām glad I could help.āĀ
Ā The timer on the oven beeps bringing your attention back to the dinner you started when you told him to relax.Ā
Ā āOoohh, the lasagna is done.I hope youāre hungry.ā You bounce up off the couch as he stands and pulls his sweats back on.Ā
Ā He feels like he ran a marathon and food sounds delightful at the moment.Ā
Ā āYou made my favorite?ā Itās said as more of a question than a statement as he watches you move around his kitchen like youāve been here all your life.Ā
Ā āI made two actually.ā You cut into one and place a serving on each of your plates. āVegan and meat sauce. Iāll mark them for you so you know which is which.āĀ
Ā I love herĀ
Ella es perfecta
Ā You lick the sauce off your finger and heās brought back to what you just did for him on the couch.Ā
Ā āI have something for you love.ā Steven heads to the room briefly and digs through his jacket pocket before he finds it.Ā
Ā He sheepishly returns to the kitchen island where youāre digging into your smaller portion of lasagna. Heās tryingĀ to rid his head of these thoughts for a second as you make the same noises from before as you savor your food.Ā
Ā His hand shakily slides the key towards you and you set your fork down to pick it up. The beautiful brass key looks so big in your delicate hands.Ā
Ā āIs this my prize?ā You ask with a mischievous glint in your eye.Ā
Ā Smooth
Ā āOh noā¦Iāve been meaning to give it to you for a while. I didnāt plan it this wayā¦it was supposed to be special and wellā¦ā
Ā āShhh. Steven, relax, I'm just joking.ā He eases a little at your words, knowing youāre just teasing him. You and Jake had that down better than he or Marc ever could. āI love it honey, thank you for trusting me with this.āĀ
Ā You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek, shorter than he would care for. He never wants you to stop touching him if he could help it.Ā
Ā āEat up, before it gets cold.āĀ
Ā Before I take the body and eat my own
No me pareceĀ
Ā He eats while they bicker, not wanting to waste another precious moment with you.Ā
Ā ****
Ā Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you stare out the window of the bus on the way home from work.Ā
Ā Steven: where are you love?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā On the bus I just left work, how was your day?
Ā Steven: It was quite dreadfulĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Iāll be home soon to make it betterĀ
afab/fem!reader x jake lockley (fills a @moonknight-events bingo square!)
content: light d/s dynamics, sub!jake, femdom reader, dry humping, begging (duh), maybe a little bratting from jake
"Amor..."
The plea comes breathlessly. The man who has you on your knees at least twice a week is nearly whining beneath you.
It feels amazing.
"Jake..." You drag out his name as you roll your hips over his bulge once again- slowly. Deliberately. As you start to roll your hips again, Jake grinds up into you. You stop abruptly.
He lets out a frustrated groan and you swallow the urge to giggle at his desperation. "What, baby?"
"Te nescesito," Jake says through gritted teeth. You know he means it; his cock is leaking from where it's pinned between your thighs, creating a wet patch that's smeared over his boxers. Or maybe that's you. Your panties are soaked through at this point.
He clears his throat, and his hands come up to lightly grab your hips. "Come on, mama, give it to me..."
This time, you do laugh. You gently take his hands and pin them on either side of his head as you lean forward to whisper in his ear. Jake huffs to cover another desperate moan.
"And what makes you think you get to tell me what to do now, hm?" you say, your breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. He shivers, thighs trembling as he tries to keep his twitching hands still. You feel him press his arms into the mattress to stop himself from squirming. Power surges through you. You've got him. "That's right, good boy..."
Jake whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. "Please."
Oh. That's good. You lean back up to see Jake's brows knitted together with his bottom lip pinned under the other.
"Please, what?"
Jake swallows. "I want you to ride me..."
You hum, like you're considering giving him what he wants. Then, you click your tongue and shake your head. "Where are your manners, sweet boy?"
Jake breathes deeply- exasperated- as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. A heavy exhale comes through his nose and you hum again, disapprovingly this time.
"C'mon, Jake. Beg. I won't ask again," you say with a firm tone. You feel his cock twitch and fight back a smile. You know he wants it. You know he needs it. But you let him figure it out for himself.
Jake's eye squeeze shut even tighter. "Please fuck me..." There's still a bite to his tone, but it dissipates when he opens his eyes to see you staring down at him, eager for more.
"I need you. Fuck, I need your pussy," he rambles, weak to your stern gaze. "Ride me- use me- I don't care."
His hips twitch again. "I just... I just need you so bad, mi sol. Please." You think he's done, but he says one more thing as your lips part.
"You make me feel... so, so good."
You soften at that, smiling and leaning down to kiss him, letting your fingers lightly tease over the skin of his wrists before grabbing them and pressing down again.
"I know, my love..." You kiss his cheek. "Just lay back and let me use you, okay?"
<3
I'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure I need to top him so fucking bad
thanks for your patience on new fics everyone- I've just been relaxing this holiday season and spending time with my family and partner and doing some crafts and traveling... new semester starts up soon but it's gonna be a good one! best of luck to my fellow students out there!
also, I'm almost at 2,000! I'd appreciate a reblog to help get me over the hill. it'd be nice to have some new friends around here!
Hi friends! I've found myself in a tight financial spot.
While fighting a very severe depression episode for a few months, I was unable to work as much as I needed to. That mixed with travel leaving my dorm and christmas break, I spent a lot of my money. I am behind on a few payments of things, including tuition, and will need gas money to get back to school. Im not super worried as I have most of january to work and save, and im working a lot! but A little bit extra would be helpful just to get caught up.
Who I write for: Most Oscar Issac characters (if you aren't sure, just ask. I'm open to trying something new!), The Four Miller Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Joel, Tommy, Will, Benny), Javier Pena, Han Solo, Kylo Ren. Open to other ideas just ask! As a note, my best writing, I feel, has been done on Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, and Joel Miller. They are my special guys.
I'll write about any pairing except the obvious no's like incest and underage. X reader, gn!reader, trans!reader, NB!reader, oc's, threesomes, LGBT parings and so on. I've never written male reader, but I'm willing to give it go. Any mix of race, religion, gender, sexual or romantic orientation etc, I will write and do my best to research the experience and listen to your voice on it.
Content I will write: All the usual, from fluff to non con. dark does not phase me. Again, there's a few no's, and I really can't think of all fetishes off the top of my head so, just ask! No shame from me, I'm into feet and piss lol. Threesomes or group sex are a yes, so is mixing characters from different media (for example, im writing a santiago garcia x reader x javier pena fic)
Pricing: $5 USD per 1000 words.
Will take payment via paypall, cashapp, venmo, but for your safety b ware you can often see full names or numbers. I don't really care but just so you know! Also willing to do other stuff like zelle, as long as i trust they are reputable.
Any questions just go ahead and DM me or comment! I'm pretty wide open.
i finally returned to tumblr after a long hiatus! as some of you may know, iām chronically ill and the last year or so has been particularly difficult for me. as of a few months ago, i actually had to quit my job because of how often i had to stay home sick and in pain.
because of this, iāve been really short on money and even though my parents are trying to help me out a bit, the bills are really hard to keep up with.
i have a major surgery coming up at the end of March that costs thousands of dollars and iām really freaking out about paying for it.
so..
one of the things that really gets me through my days is fiber art, particularly crocheting. iāve been doing it for a couple years now and recently iāve been considering starting a little tiny business out of it on Etsy or something like that. i havenāt started my Etsy yet but i was thinking of maybe selling a little more casually while i get started.
please let me know if youāre interested, and i can send you some pictures of my work. i can make anything from clothes (sweaters, tops, hats, gloves, anything) to blankets, amigurumi plushies, tapestries, keychains, you name it!
i never thought iād have to do this, but Iāve also created a Kofi account. if you have a few dollars to spare, any size donation would mean the world to me and really help me pay for this surgery.
hereās the link to my Kofi, where you can send a basic donation, as well as (eventually) commission custom crochet products.
link to my Kofi
if you read through all of this, i appreciate you more than you know! š«¶š¼
iām dusting off my graphic design skills as we speak to get you guys some good graphics and pictures of my available products. iāll also be starting an instagram under the name āknottydesignsā soon :))
i finally returned to tumblr after a long hiatus! as some of you may know, iām chronically ill and the last year or so has been particularly difficult for me. as of a few months ago, i actually had to quit my job because of how often i had to stay home sick and in pain.
because of this, iāve been really short on money and even though my parents are trying to help me out a bit, the bills are really hard to keep up with.
i have a major surgery coming up at the end of March that costs thousands of dollars and iām really freaking out about paying for it.
so..
one of the things that really gets me through my days is fiber art, particularly crocheting. iāve been doing it for a couple years now and recently iāve been considering starting a little tiny business out of it on Etsy or something like that. i havenāt started my Etsy yet but i was thinking of maybe selling a little more casually while i get started.
please let me know if youāre interested, and i can send you some pictures of my work. i can make anything from clothes (sweaters, tops, hats, gloves, anything) to blankets, amigurumi plushies, tapestries, keychains, you name it!
i never thought iād have to do this, but Iāve also created a Kofi account. if you have a few dollars to spare, any size donation would mean the world to me and really help me pay for this surgery.
hereās the link to my Kofi, where you can send a basic donation, as well as (eventually) commission custom crochet products.
link to my Kofi
if you read through all of this, i appreciate you more than you know! š«¶š¼
summary: thatās the thing about illicit affairs, clandestine meetings and longing stares.
pairing: jonathan levy x f!reader
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, car sex, professor kink, glasses kink?, dirty talk, kissing, creampie, longing, love confessions
wc: 1.7k
an: the professor kink went a little crazy in this one so if thatās not your jam, skipperoni! if it isā¦enjoy <3
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This shouldnāt be happening. It shouldnāt.
You shouldnāt be in his car, in his lapā in his vicinity at all because it always leads to something like this. Messy and sloppy and hurried, so desperate. The two of you gave up on resisting this a long time ago, but that doesnāt keep your brain from questioning it.
Heās not even divorced yet, canāt even convince himself to sign the papers given everything that Mira had done. Youāre his breath of fresh air, the only thing besides his daughter that makes him feel alive these days. But youāre also his closest colleagueās graduate assistant. The reasons that getting caught would end poorly for both of you are not small, hidden, or easy to brush away.
Those reasons donāt change the delicious way his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs under the skirt you have on. The dip of his tongue into your mouth, licking and searching feverishly. They donāt lessen the arousal sitting in your lower belly. Youāre not sure if anything could because when youāre at the center of Jonathanās attention, it feels like nothing matters beyond the two of you.
You groan into the next kiss, and Jonathan shivers beneath you, some desperate sound of his own echoing into your mouth. Accompanying the intoxicating taste of you is rain on your lips. Youāre soaked to the bone, your clothes skintight and a few shades darker from the rain that continues to pour outside of the confines of his car. Every kiss, every touch of his warms you from the inside out.
āWeāre committing public indecency,ā He murmurs, but he doesnāt stop kissing you, doesnāt stop using his grip on your ass to grind you down against the swell of his clothed cock.
He isnāt wrong but this is the best you could do in a pinch.
Your roommate is another graduate assistant, and though she doesnāt work in your department or Jonathanās, sheād surely recognize him if you were to bring him over. Thereās some unspoken agreement about his place, the house where he lived with Mira. You donāt feel ready to go there yet and thankfully, he isnāt quite ready to let you in. So he picked you up from your apartment complex and drove to the nearest park. Usually, the two of you plan a little betterā thereās a long drive a couple hours away, some cozy little Airbnb on the edge of the city with the promise of going unrecognized hanging in the air.
This thing that shouldnāt be happening is practiced, meticulously planned but today is something different. If you werenāt so distracted by the feeling of him against you, youād ask what has him so riled up. A little voice in your head can guess, but that would just complicate things. Instead, youād really like to focus on this, that warm feeling he brings, and you hope that his concerns about breaking the law arenāt too intense.
āDo you want to stop?ā You ask, breaking the kiss but only to kiss at his neck.
āNo, donāt stop, baby. Donāt stop.ā
And there is nothing that compares to the sweet sound of Jonathan calling you baby. You've never said no to Jonathan and you donāt plan to start when he begs for you like this.
āKiss me again.ā
Jonathan obliges, grasping the nape of your neck with gentle strength and pulling you forward to kiss you as if heās trying to consume you.
You use your knees to raise up, sliding your hand between the two of you so that you can palm at his erection through his jeans. He whines into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. Both of these things spur you on and your other hand drops from his curls, working with the other to undo his jeans so that you can slip your hand into his boxers.
āYouāre so sweet, so soft,ā He murmurs as he begins to kiss and bite his way down your neck. You can hear the strain in his voice, how heās trying his best to keep it steady and show that you arenāt affecting him.
Thereās not a world where you have even half the discipline that he does. You are nothing but desperate for himā needy, always prepared to beg and whine until he gives you what you want. But, thereās no harm in trying to make him show how desperate he is for you too.
āProfessor, please. I need you.ā
āHow am I meant to say no to you when you call me that?ā He teases the skin of your neck with his teeth and you writhe in his lap, just like he wanted you to.
āYouāre never supposed to say no to me, thatās the point, Levy,ā You tease, hand tightening around his cock. His hips jump into your touch and you know that if you work just a little harder heāll be exactly where you want him.
Jonathanās hand skates up your torso. With your wet shirt, your nipples are practically on display through the fabric and he runs his thumb over one playfully before rolling the peak between his fingers, āAnd whereās the fun in that? You donāt want to earn it today, sweet girl?ā
āNoāā You gasp through short breaths, chest heaving into his touch, āI just want you to give it to me. Please.ā
His other hand finds your other breast, his touch more insistent as he pinches your nipple, āDesperate, sweet girl. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it.ā
You fix him with that look that you know will get you anything you ask for, āI want your cock, I want you to let me sit on it.ā
āYouāre so fucking filthy, so needy for me arenāt you?ā
āYes, Jonathan, please.ā
And while he thoroughly enjoys the way you call him professor, or Levy, his name rolling off your tongue makes his heart skip like heās some teenage girl having her first kiss. Any teasing and pretense of having discipline go right out the window. His hands are gentle but sure as he moves yours out of his boxers and lifts you to bare himself to you.
āAre you ready? Can Iāā
āYes, please, fucking yes.ā
Jonathan uses one hand to line himself up with your entrance, the other immediately gripping your hip and sliding you down onto the length of his cock. The kiss you two share is hardly that, but messy teeth and tongues that meet as you both moan.
āRide me,ā He says against your mouth. He wants it to sound like a demand but you both know what it is. Heās finally just as desperate as you areā heās begging.
Thereās nothing in you that wants to fight him, there never is, all you want is more and more of himā whatever you can get because despite the passion, the ease of spending time with him, thereās a little voice in the back of your mind that screams this is temporary.
Itās unhealthy to think that each time you and Jonathan fuck it might be the last, but you refuse to take him or any moment spent with him for granted. You place one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching back to find purchase on the dash so that you can bounce on his cock in earnest.
āFuck, your pussy is so good, itās made for me,ā He groans.
Your eyes are glued to his face, drinking in the sight of him. He rests his head back against the seat rest, mouth ajar. His glasses are propped up on the crown of his head so as not to fog up, and a light goes off in your head. Shifting most of your weight onto your thighs you swipe the glasses from his head, sliding them onto your face.
The sound he makes has you upset that you havenāt thought of this move sooner. His hips snap up into you harder, making you yelp as the tip of his cock presses against the spot deepest inside of you.
Heās breathless as he says, āOh god, you filthy fucking girl.ā
āDo they suit me, professor?ā You pant with a smirk.
His eyes go dark, as he gazes at you from under his lashes, āAll of this suits you, everything about us together suits you. My name in your mouth, my cock in your pussy, all of it.ā
His words make your head spin, and you quickly remove the glasses so that you can kiss him properly, smashing your mouth to his. You roll your hips, taking him as deep as you can before you start to rock, bouncing in his lap once more.
The back and forth between you dissolves into a frantic madness, both of your bodies focused simply on giving and receiving pleasure. His hands find your hips, helping you bounce more quickly and firmly as both of your breaths go shallow and whiny. The pleasure in your lower belly builds, chugging higher and higher each time you come down against him. Youāre surrounded by the smell of sex, the sound of it, the heat of it. The windows fog and with each thrust of his hips up against you thereās the sound of skin on skin, of how incredibly wet you are for him.
āJonathan, Iāmāā
āYouāre so close arenāt you, baby? Gonna cum for me so I can fill you up nice and deep? So I can make you mine again?ā
āM-make me yours,ā You repeat his words but your version is a beg, full of desperation.
He shushes you, hand sliding between your slick bodies to find your clit, āLet me help, let me give you what you need.ā
Despite the soft gentleness of his fingers against your clit, the shockwaves of pleasure they provide melt away the last of the barriers between you and your orgasm. You melt around him, so warm and tight as you cum with a soft cry. Itās impossible for him to resist, and he joins you, body going stiff as he fills you up.
āI love you,ā He whispers unthinkingly in the postcoital haze.
āI love you too,ā You whisper back easily, leaning forward to rest against his chest.
Neither of you allow that usual feeling of dread of returning to your lives as they areā of having to deny each other day in and day outā to settle in. Instead, you let the softness in, the love so young and new but no less meaningful. He holds you right, like heāll never let you go. And for the moment, you let him.
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summary: javi rethinks his position at the DEA after you are put in danger because of his job.
pairing: older!javier peƱa x gn!reader
contents: talks of minor injury, reader is put in danger, javi has an anxiety disorder, intrusive thoughts are depicted
wc: 853
an: okay so i know i disappeared off the face of the earth for like over a year but iāve been lurking and waiting for inspiration to hit me and! it finally did! iām hoping i wonāt go right back into writers block after this, bc i have soooo many fic ideas for you guys. this is just a little one to start, so i hope you guys enjoy!
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āJavi, baby, look at me. Iām okay.ā You said, taking his hands into yours tentatively. They were trembling slightly, almost like an extension of his quivering lips.
You got caught between him and a cartel member. Stupid, yes, but you had just gotten nicked, the injury so minor that you didnāt even need stitches. He got to you just a fraction of a second later. Soon enough to you, too late to him. His team took down the guy immediately, while Javi froze for a second, looking between you and the body laying across from you. Running over to you, he cursed when he saw the blood, his eyes wide with fear. A mixed string of anxious questions, apologies, and curses was spilling from his lips, so incoherent that you were worried he would pass out from the stress.
āJavi.ā You repeat firmer this time, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. His eyes finally landed on yours for more than a second, filled with a look of pure guilt you had never seen in them before.
His fear of losing all of this, you, was consuming him. Already, he was picturing himself losing your future together, the possibility of kids, building a home together. It was swallowing him up so quickly that you wondered if you would even get a chance to show him that it was just a little scratch on your shoulder, thankfully. The only reasoning he could find for this whole situation was that he was at fault. He was too slow. Too old. Too distracted.
Before you could calm him down, he was rushing you over to the paramedics, demanding, rather harshly, that they treat you immediately. They cleaned the tiny wound, applying a bandage no more sophisticated than a normal bandaid. You were free of any other injuries and within a few minutes, you were turning to Javi again. He had that look in his eyes still, and without another thought you wrapped your arms around him. He let out a deep breath, pressing his nose into your shoulder.
āLetās go home, yeah?ā You murmured.
Javi carried that guilty look home with him. You had both taken deep breaths together, grateful that your injury was so minor. Both of you had calmed down for the other, making yourself available for comfort. But even now as you laid on the couch with him, your legs curled underneath you and your head resting on his chest, you could feel how tense he was against you. The arm he had wrapped around you had a certain weight to it, like he was scared to let you go but just as scared to touch you.
You could tell he was thinking about something, his expression looking so distant and unfocused. There was a space between the two of you as you let him sit with his thoughts, not wanting to disturb him just yet. He took his time, holding you close, purposefully entangled.
āIām taking the job,ā he said, after a long silence.
Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows a little in confusion.
āThe lead agent job. The 9-5. Mādone chasing around these guys for leads, putting you in danger.. Iām too old, too tired, too slow.ā
You looked at up him with worry, parting your lips to speak before he interrupts you, āBaby-ā.
Javi shakes his head, āIāll be home for dinner, making more money. We could save up, get a new place.ā
āBabyā you reach up to cup his cheek, āIf this is because of what happened, please donāt quit. Iām okay, youāre okay. Everythingās okay, these things happen.ā
This look flickers through his eyes, something youāve never seen in him before. He looks younger for a moment, just a boy. A scared- No, terrified, boy. His eyes gloss over the slightest bit, and he shakes his head again, weaker this time.
āOnce was enough. I just- I c-canāt, okay? I canāt do this anymore, not after today.ā
His voice shakes a little this time, your heart breaking as that fear becomes more obvious. For a second, you consider countering him, but thereās no point. Javiās about as avoidant as they come when it comes to his anxiety, but this was different. This was visceral and rooted in logic, and you quickly realize that there was no way heād change his mind.
Nodding softly, you sit up and hug him around his neck, āOkay. Youāll take the job.ā
He nods quickly, desperately into your shoulder, those words reassuring him, āMātaking the job.ā
You repeat it back to him a few times, processing this change with him every time he repeats it. Running your hand up into his hair, you stroke his short curls, soothing him. Javiās mind shifts from obsessive images of you, injured or worse, that his brain creates just to haunt him, to a future he can now guarantee. A safe, predictable future. One where he can be home every night for you, and hopefully your kids one day. The new thoughts calm him and he lets out a deep breath, sighing against you.
about this: steven/f!reader. Also includes: cum eating, submissive Steven, femdom, cuntwarming, oral sex.
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Movement from beneath the desk. Hidden behind the pages of your book, you canāt help the little grin that spreads across your mouth. He nuzzles against your knee briefly, though it is against the rules. You hum lightly, pleased. Steven always knows when to behave and when to pushāand whenever he breaks a rule, it is out of love. He really is so fucking sweet. To reward him, you let one hand drop from your book, seeking his curls. You smooth through them softly before gripping with a little more strength and guiding his mouth to your wet, bare cunt.Ā
Steven groans, meeting your sex tongue-first. He is all soft kisses and gentle sucking, knowing how sensitive you are after a day of keeping him at your feet worshiping your cunt. Your fingers tighten on the spine of the book, and you are no longer reading the words as he drives you with the most gentle dedication towards your peak. Reaching out, you set the book down in time to grab his curls with both hands, looking at the pussy-drunk expression in his eyes as he sucks your clit until you burst so sweetly, fresh slick on his tongue, full-body shakes making him smile even as he tongues you through it.Ā
āGood boy,ā you breathe.Ā
He whines. āYeah?ā he asks when you let him pull back, his mouth and sharp jaw wet with your arousal. āMā a good boy for you? Your good boy?āĀ
āOnly mine,ā you remind him firmly. āAnd so good, baby. The best. I think you deserve a reward.āĀ
His eyes widen. āYes, please, oh pleaseāthank you.āĀ
You shift until your shin brushes against his hard cock where it juts from between his thighs. Steven sucks in a breath, body shuddering at even this brief stimulation. Perhaps he thinks you mean to tease himāand in a way, you do, but not truly. You rub more firmly, feeling warm precum smear across your skin from his leaking head.Ā
āGo on, honey,ā you urge him. āRide my legs. Rub off on me.āĀ
Stevenās hips jerk towards you on instinct, a groan rumbling from deep within his chest. Marc would struggle, Jake would outright fight such a ārewardā, but Steven. Sweet, sweet Steven. All he does is give a breathy: āCan I? Can I really?āĀ
āYes honey. Show me. Make a mess of me.āĀ
He begins a tremulous rhythm, humping your soft shin while his head full of curls rests in your lap, his panting breaths fanning hot across your thighs. He loses track of himself, of his surroundings, of everything as he chases his pleasure. At last it bursts and he gives a strangled shout, his thrusting becoming discoordinated as warm seed sprays across your legs and your foot and drips down to the hardwood beneath the desk.Ā
āGood boy,ā you coo as he shivers and shakes. When heās recovered somewhat, you press him back and tell him: āNow clean up your mess, honey.ā
