hello there! welcome to my page! my name is parker, i'm a multifandom account, previously known as @/abnersluvver, as most of you know. i've been off tumblr for about a year, but i am here and i plan to come back in full swing, baby! here's some fandoms ill be dipping my toes into.
fight club | dune | the suicide squad (2021) | star trek | star wars | primal fear | edward norton | david dastmalchian | hunger games |
AN - well well well! I've been gone for a month and a half! it feels so good to be back. I've thorougly missed you all. Todays story is about my TSS OC, Viola Valovksy. I've written something about her before, but since then she has become a fully fledged OC of mine and I just love her so much. This is about her meeting Abner, and Abner experiencing some... feelings that have laid dormant his whole life up until now. Please enjoy! I love you all so much.
~ Viola Valovksy meets Abner Krill, a quiet, shy man doing his time in Belle Reve. They both need a friend and confidant, and they are the perfect match. Although something awakens in Abner, something he truly doesn't understand... ~
NSFW WARNINGS - First time masturbating, small awkward moments, but nothing too embarrassing. Mentions of abuse and trauma.
WORD COUNT - 2.6K
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The walls of Viola’s cold metal cell were closing in on her, more than usual. Steadying her breathing and closing her eyes, she felt her body connect to one of the element’s she could control: air. All the air in the room swirled toward her, shaking the papers on the wall and rattling the lamp on her nightside table. She inhaled deeply, the air compressing to her body. For the millionth time, she released the air with tremendous outward force, similar to a bomb, shattering the lamp and ripping the papers off the wall. Her bed frame was bent inwards one again, more than it was before. Fuck, she thought to herself. She knew her escape plan wouldn’t work, but the consistent outcome was hurtful. “They won’t give me another light for at LEAST a month.”
Next element: earth. These were the two elements Viola could control. Her twin sister, Eleyna, was fortunate to have control of fire and water. As much as Viola would be grateful for her help right now, she knew that fire and water wouldn’t work any better in her situation. This room was designed specifically for those with their types of abilities.
Viola brushed the shattered glass away with her bare foot, clearing the area for her work. Controlling her breathing once more, outstretching her arms and curling her fingers. Her energy fastened with the metal walls. Once she felt herself gain full command, she ripped her hands downwards, attempting to collapse the cell walls and blast out of the building. But to no avail.
“God FUCKING Dammit!!” She shouted, instantly latching onto the bent bed frame with the air and slamming it into the wall, denting the metal frame even more. She threw it to the ground with a smash. The loud prison alarm screamed through the air, throwing Viola out of her angry haze. The lunch bell. She was honestly happy to not have to deal with her messy room anymore. She pushed her rounded-corner square glasses up with her middle finger and strolled out of her now-unlocked room with content.
The crowded halls of Belle Reve were no surprise to Viola. Monsters crawling the halls, meta-humans like herself by the hundreds, sharpshooters. Loud and irreverent shouting bounced off the walls, but it was all white-noise to the occupants of the prison. Viola was a little more alert than usual, coming off the high of her anger. Her eyes darted around the hall, looking for signs of anyone who might be trying to mess with her.
As if she willed it into the universe, she felt the back of her shoe slip off, no doubt to someone stepping on it. Flat-tired? She thought. Really? Are people 7 years old in this prison?
She whipped herself around, facing her opponent. Before the tall, lanky man had a chance to react, she latched on to the air and used it like ropes, instantly binding the man’s wrists and shoving him to the ground. He felt his knees instantly bruise on the cement floor, and he struggled to contain a wince.
“Anything else you’d like to try today, you worthl- Oh!! It’s you!” Viola was taken aback. She knew that he was a timid man, although only seeing him in the lunchroom and in passing. This stranger in front of him would never intentionally start a fight, and that was all she needed to know to let him go. She loosened the grip of the air, letting him go.
“I… I’m sorry, I’m… I’m just clumsy, I’m sorry.” He rose to his feet and straightened out his orange prison-standard shirt.
“No, no, don’t be. I didn’t mean to lash out on you, I’m sure you know how people can be like in here.”
“Yup.”
They walked side by side silently, making their way to the dining hall. Viola HAD to break the silence. She couldn’t just walk with a stranger and not know anything about him.
“So… what’s your name?” Viola said apprehensively, hoping the stranger would stick to the conversation.
His heart nearly jumped out of his throat from anxiety. Has anyone ever asked him for his name besides prison guards? “Abner. Abner Krill.”
“Neat. Viola Valovsky, at your service.” She did a fake curtsy, rolling her eyes and smiling.
He chuckled. She was quite the character to Abner. She seemed very real, very down to earth. He couldn’t help but marvel at the way she spoke, a small Russian accent running thinly through her words.
“So… where you from?” Abner asked. He never found himself curious about another, and if he did, he would never willingly strike up conversation.
“Good ol’ Russia. Prison baby.” She motioned her thumb towards herself. “Got sent out of Russia and went to Blackgate till I was 18. I escaped on my 18th birthday, kinda blew a big hole in the side of it.” She paused for just a moment. “I was only by myself for about a week till the cops got me. They sent me here, since Blackgate didn’t want me anymore.” She shrugged. “Been in prison ever since. You?”
Abner paused, and felt a lump quickly rise in his throat. Should I make something up? He thought. No, I can’t. Not on the spot.
“Um… I grew up in STAR Labs. My mom, she… infected me, my brothers, and sisters with some sort of… interdimensional virus. Tried to turn us into superheroes.” He took a deep breath. He couldn’t tell her what he’d done. “Then I… got sent here.”
Viola could sense there was more to the story. He never explained how he got here. No matter, there was no need to pry. “Hm. Seems we’re both pretty used to prison life, huh?” Viola chuckled.
Abner chuckled right back, a real one. Not a fake one for sympathy, but something real and genuine. Something he hadn’t done in a very long time. How interesting that she knew a similar life to him, not knowing much of anything about the outside world.
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Abner picked at his food, working around any bits that looked inedible. That didn’t leave much on his plate. He found it hard to focus on eating with the loud atmosphere of the dining hall. The same yelling that was found in the halls was only amplified by the large room, not to mention the clinking silverware and plates.
“Here, take this.” Viola handed him an apple, a fresh one. He was almost in shock. “Where did you get this?” he asked quietly as he held out his palm, feeling the fresh fruit.
“Oh, look.” She grew a small apple branch from her palm, another apple blossom sprouting off and blooming right before Abner’s eyes. The petals fell, leaving the apple to grow to full maturity, all within 30 seconds. She plucked the apple off the branch and with a flick of her wrist, the branch materialized. “Earth. It’s not just air I control. I got two elements.”
He was mesmerized. He’d never seen anything like it. It had been a long time since he had seen anything natural. “How much can you do?”
“All sorts of things, really. Usually just to grow food, at the moment. Beats the shit they serve us in here. My earth ability is pretty useless unless I’m IN nature. But the air ability is more fun, anyway. I can fly around like Superman.”
She held her palm about one last time, an iridescent flower blooming from her palm. Every color imaginable was shifting and swirling on the petals like liquid.
“Wow!” Abner gasped. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. This was not something you could find in the wild. She must've come up with it herself.
“Makes for a neat party trick, huh?” She looked up at him through her glasses, smiling. “I lucked out with these two abilities, honestly.”
He giggled as he stared at the flower with wonder. “What about the other two?”
Viola looked at him in confusion. “Hm?”
“...fire and water.” He said meekly. Was he missing something? Did he sound crazy to her?
“Oh, yeah.” She sighed, and plucked the flower off her hand, tossing it onto the table. “I have a twin, Eleyna, she’s got the other two. We were in prison together until I escaped, she escaped with me. We’re quite the pair when we’re together, let me tell ya.” She paused for a minute, as if to recollect her thoughts. “Blackgate took her back. They sent me here to split us up.”
He didn’t respond, he wasn’t sure what to say. Should I comfort her? He thought. Does she NEED to be comforted? How do I know when she needs to be comforted? His eyes darted around the room, almost searching for validation from someone who wasn’t there.
Like telepathy, Viola broke the silence. “I’m fine, little fish, relax.”
Abner’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Little…fish?”
“Your last name, Abner! If we’re going to be friends, we need to give each other nicknames. C’mon, I know you’re smart. Lay it on me.” She bit into her apple and stared him down.
A million thoughts raced through his mind. Friends? Was Viola a new friend? Has he ever had a friend before? Did she say he was smart? He felt his belly stir, biting his bottom lip.
“Okay… Cello.”
She laughed, a louder laugh than usual. “Keep it comin, whale bait.”
“Guitar.”
“Nice, nice.”
His smile got goofy, he wasted no time in between the last two nicknames.
“Electric bass. Upright bass!” He was excited now. She saw his eyes glow with life, something she’s never seen from him before.
“Alright, alright, I got it.” She flashed Abner a smile to let him know that she was joking. He felt his heart skip a beat, and he took his time to fully soak her whole image in. Slightly leaned back in her chair, one leg resting over the other, she pushed up her glasses with her pointer. Her haircut was unlike any he’d seen. She had triangle-cut bangs. Her hair wasn’t layered, it was pin-straight and all one length just past her shoulders. It had a midnight color that was almost beautifully glossy under the harsh prison lights. Did she have an undercut as well? He was almost salivating looking at her. What was this feeling? He couldn’t describe it.
“I’ll be right back, fish.” Viola got up and took Abner’s plate along with her own, bringing them to the conveyor belt to be washed and cleaned.
He tried his best to not look like a creep, although he couldn’t help but stare at her. What was she doing to him? Was it witchcraft? Perhaps another ability she hadn’t informed him about. Why were there butterflies spreading all through his stomach and lower than that? There was a feeling he couldn’t describe.
Was it anger? Abner could feel his heart beating in his chest, similar to how he felt when he REALLY wanted something as a child, so much he’d throw a tantrum for it. His hands gripped at the loose fabric on his pants, digging his fingers into it for… relief? Was he looking for relief? Shit, he had to leave, he was getting to embarrassed with himself. As he got up, he stopped in his tracks. The flower! It was still on the table. He grabbed ahold of it gently, putting it his his pocket.
“So Abner, you got any special abili- oh.” She looked at his seat, and he was gone.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Abner shuffled to his cell quickly, slamming the door behind him, taking a deep breath. Okay. This situation needs to be addressed. He disrobed himself from his prison garments, being careful with the alien flower as he reached in his pocket and gingerly placed it on his nightstand. Down to the last piece of clothing.
He pulled down his boxers and let his hard, swollen cock bob free. This had only ever happened a few times before at the lab. But he was beaten and abused for it. It was shameful to feel this way. He couldn’t help but be afraid that his mother might be right over his shoulder looking at him, ready to crack down on his face with her quick hand. Abner couldn’t help but look, lip trembling. She wasn’t there. He looked back down at himself, his cock begging for attention. This wasn’t STAR Labs. And his mother wasn’t here.
Abner hesitantly wrapped his hand around his member, giving it one slow pump from base to tip. His eyes closed, lashes fluttering, and his mouth hung agape.
“Ohhh my God…” He INSTANTLY pumped faster. This feeling inside him was something he’d never experienced before. It was like a drug was running through his bloodstream, white-hot heat spreading through his tummy.
His gasps turned into whimpers, and his whimpers into full-on moans. He couldn’t help it, he instinctively rutted his hips into his own hand, desperate for relief that was ever-approaching. His thin legs trembled from the sheer pleasure. He was working his hand rapidly now, paying extra attention to his tip. Who knew buried under multiple layers of self hatred… was this. The guilt in the back of his mind got quieter and quieter…
Almost out of nowhere, he thought that his body was exploding as his lower region uncontrollably spasmed. A shaky whine was ripped from the back of his throat as his hot, pent-up cum shot out of him in ropes, painting hand. Pure euphoria coursed through him, he didn’t want it to end. It was like jumping off a building, while telling a middle school crush you like them, while being in a rocking shooting off into space, all wrapped up into one warm beautiful blanket. He flopped backwards onto his bed, gasping like he had just ran a marathon.
It was like something had sprouted within him, something that had been forcefully laid dormany for multiple years through beatings and medical torture. But that was gone. And this was something new. Something he had control over.
Abner went to hesitantly stroke his cock again, but was met with something similar to pain, it was too much to handle. He decided that was okay and laid back down again.
“Viola!” He gasped suddenly. He didn’t mean to just leave her by herself at the table! He rushed back off his bed, almost opening the door until he realized he hadn’t cleaned himself up. He hurriedly washed his hands, then nearly leapt out of the cell. She was his new friend! He couldn’t just leave her there! He cursed at himself for getting so wrapped up in his own body.
“Viola, Viola, I didn’t mean to leave, I-” She wasn’t at the table. His eyes searched frantically for her, nowhere to be seen.
“Abner? Abner, where’d you go?” Viola roamed the hallways of Belle Reve, searching for him. She’d only known him for half an hour, but she knew that he wouldn’t just get up for no reason. She made her way back into the cafeteria, still searching.
“ABNER! Wh- oh!” She walked backwards straight into someone, putting her hands up, ready to ensnare whoever she might’ve bumped into. Luckily, it was just Abner.
“Fish! How many times are we gonna scare each other today? You okay?”
The tension in Abner’s shoulder melted. She wasn’t mad at all! She was delighted to see him. But he needed to come up with an explanation for what he was doing, and quickly. Fuck, being put on the spot like this was not a strong suit.
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When I started writing in August, I was unsure of the response on my first post, Dirty Little Secret. That post is now at 450 notes. It blew me away at the time, and my follower number skyrocketed.
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hey guys, i’ve decided to quit ficmas this, theres too much on my plate around this time of year. if you put in a request, it will still get done. 10 days though! thank you to everyone who submitted a request and read my stories. i really appreciate you all. thank you, and merry christmas and happy holidays!!
a/n: day nine! had to miss a day, and this is much shorter than usual, apologies. please enjoy!
~ Snowball fight with Bob!! that’s it LOL ~
NSFW WARNINGS: palming bulge through pants
WORD COUNT: 450+
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She hid behind her wall of snow, building up her collection of snowballs as fast as she could. She could hear him slowly trying to approach, footsteps crunching in the snow. He probably didn’t realize how loud he was being but that's okay. She didn’t want to spoil his moment of fun, so she let him get a bit closer, closer, closer…..
Wham!! Bob hits her on the arm with a snowball. He busts out laughing, trying to cover his mouth with his mittens to contain it. “Did you… did you see that?? You didn’t even hear me!” He spoke between giggles.
“I didn’t see it, I FELT it, silly. Oh, you are so in for it, Mister Taylor!” She scrambled to her feet, snowballs gathered in her arms. He ran away, giggling like a child. She threw the snowballs lightly at him, as not to hurt him too badly. He fell to the ground laughing, clutching his belly.
He fell so suddenly, that she tripped on his legs and fell beside him. She smiled and giggled as she brushed some snow off his cheeks, then his nose. Swiping his hair out of his eyes, she plants a small kiss on his forehead.
“Race you to the front door,” she whispered into his ear.
Without a word, he jumped (not very gracefully) to his feet and booked it for the door, herself not far behind. He slammed the door with his palm.
“BAM!” he said. “I beat you, silly goose.”
“Ah yeah, you did. But look where you’ve ended up.”
“Huh?”
He looked up and saw a small piece of mistletoe hanging above him. He looked back down at her in surprise, mouth agape.
“Gotcha!” She got up on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek, over and over and over. Bob blushed furiously and couldn’t contain his smile. He lightly placed his hands on her hips. They’d been together for YEARS, but he always got nervous around her like she was a high school crush. He couldn’t help but feel his pants grow a tad bit tighter. He was so sensitive to her touch, but she didn’t mind at all.
She noticed his predicament and chuckled. “I haven’t even kissed you on the mouth, Bobbie!“
He smiled and looked away. “I, uhh… you know how I can get!!” He looked back at her and pointed his finger jokingly at her. “Don’t say anything!”
“Fine, fine, I won’t.” She suddenly began to palm him through his jeans.
“Hahh…” He couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh.
“I didn’t say anything!” She removed her hand from him, and he open the door.
“Man, you drive me nuts.” He said to her, watching her enter the house.
ficmas day 8: under the mistletoe ~ johnson x f!reader
requested by - anon
a/n - hi there! apologies for the late release, was extremely busy today babysitting. my first ever johnson fic, how exciting! very Christmas themed. enjoy!
~ After decorating the Bang-a-rang for Christmastime (and after Matty takes an embarrassing fall), you and johnson have some time alone, and some naughty antics ensue. ~
NSFW WARNINGS: alcohol, drunkenness, drunk sex, piv, oral sex (f! recieving), slight quickie, IN PUBLIC (everyone is asleep), just johnson bein cute
WORD COUNT: 2k
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The bright lights of the Bang-a-rang entrance made your heart flutter. Red and green, perfect theme for Christmas Eve. You hip check the door open.
Mmm, home. The low lighting, the thick smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.It wouldn’t be comforting to a layman, not at ALL. But it made the anxious feeling in your heart settle.
Okay, where are they? You searched the room for the boys. Ah, there! You made your way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, pushing away any men who tried to grope you. Get off! Fuck off, please. Lay off, bastard!
A pair of hands grab at your hips. “oh, you BITCH!” You turn around and give the hardest slap to the bastard behind…
“JOHNSON!”
His cigarette flew out of his mouth, and his hand reached up to his face to rub the spot you just slapped. “Jesus, woman.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, I thought you were- oh my God, I’m sorry, let me see…” You move you hand and see the small purple bruise forming on the apple of his left cheek. He chuckled.
“Strong form, though.” You scoff. “Oh, well thank you. Jesus, I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s fine. C’mon.”
He takes your hand in his, interlocking his pinky with yours. He was so quiet, but never failed to make your heart skip a beat. The corners of your mouth couldn’t help but pull into a grin as he let you through the crowd.
Hey, there they are! “Hey, boys!” You smile. “hhhEEYYY, BEAUTIFUL!” Matty yelled from his chair, cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was very clearly drunk. You rolled your eyes and smiled.
“Hey, how ya doin’?” Ethan asked you. “Good, good! I heard we were doing some decorating tonight?”
“Yeah, we were gonna wait for you to get started.” He glanced at Johnson quickly and leaned in closer to you. “Johnson’s idea.” He whispered. You chuckle. Of course. He’d never tell you to your face, but he loved including you like you were a Phoenix.
A couple hours later and a few drinks in, the Bang-a-rang was looking gorgeous. Tinsel was everywhere, paper snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling, red and green paper Christmas trees were taped up on every wall. A christmas tree was put up in the corner where the Phoenixes were sitting, and to be completely honest, it looked like a five year old decorated the place. Your brain felt foggy with alcohol, and you could tell Johnson was feeling the same. Every so often, you caught him mumbling to himself, and smiling to himself while giggling. He was just the cutest when he’d come out of his shell after a few drinks.
“Hey, Johnson.” You walk over to the ladder Johnson was standing on, trying your hardest not to stumble over your own feet. He was meticulously attempting to put up a paper snowflake but miserably failing.
“Hey, pretty. I’m- well I’m trying to… You see, I-” He began to bust out laughing, dropping the snowflake, clutching his stomach. He was so drunk!
“Johnson, don’t fall!!” You keeled over with laughter. The sound of shattering glass filled the room causing a good 20-30 people to turn their heads. The club went silent, and you and Johnson ceased your laughing to take a look. Matty had tripped over a glass coffee table, shattering the whole thing. And what’s better, he was wrapped in silver tinsel from head to toe, fully immobilized.
You slowly look up at Johnson on the ladder, and he did the same, with his mouth agape. Not a millisecond later, the room erupts with laughter, and you and Johnson keel over once more. “Matty, Matty!” You run over to him, trying your hardest to keep in your laughter. “Let me help, roll over.” He was laughing as well, probably drunk AND high. He scoots off the pile of glass, and you begin to unwrap him, being extra careful to not let any bits of glass cut him as she did so.
Johnson knelt down beside you and began to help brushing off glass and unwrapping Matty like a Christmas present. “Thhanks, guys, I… I got wrapped up by uhh, by little Mmmeredith over there…” He pointed over to his right, but Meredith was nowhere to be seen.”See? Sssshe wrapped me allllll up.” His speech was slurred almost to the point of incomprehension. “Oh wow, Matty, really?” Johnson spoke to him like he was a child.
“Yes, Johnson, yes! And-and-and then I fell because she- she pushed me.” Matty squirmed as you and Johnson continued to get the tinsel off of him.
“Oh wowww, that’s so silly of her!” Johnson replied in the same singsongy tone while maintaining his deep gravelly charm. God, it made your chest beat with butterflies.
Matty didn’t respond, instead he just closed his eyes and fell asleep. Jesus CHRIST, you’ve never seen him so crossed. No matter. You and Johnson hoist him up into his chair and plop him down. His position was completely unnatural, but it didn’t matter, he stayed asleep.
Soon after, more people around the Bang-a-rang started dropping like flies. People were asleep everywhere, bodies piled on top of each other, on the floor, on the main stages, EVERYWHERE.
Not you and Johnson, though.You were dragging him under an archway, and he kept pulling away lazily.
“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe.”
“Pleaaaase, Jay, please? Everyone’s asleep, and-”
All of a sudden, he pulls a little sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket and dangles it over your head.
“Gotcha.”
Your face lights up and your mouth hangs agape in drunk excitement. You beam and smile and cover your face in embarrassment.
“Oh, Jay, you're too much!!”
“Mhm.”
He throws the sprig to the side and pulls you in by your waist, kissing you deeply. His touch was amplified times one-hundred due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. You couldn’t help but whimper at the strength of his arm.
“Already, mm? Seems the little one’s eager.” He spoke in between his sloppy kisses, tasting of fireball and weed? Probably. You weren’t sure, but it didn’t matter. Being intoxicated while kissing him was an entirely new experience that you were both willing to take the fall for.
“Jay, don’t…” He roamed south of your body, gripping at your ass and thighs with one hand, and the other running up your spine.
“Don’t what?” He growled into your mouth, pulling you in as close as possible by your clothes. He palmed your heat through your pants.
“Jay, ahh… if you keep going, I’ll push you down and get on top of you in front of all these people, ohh…”
The second your sentence left your lips, he scooped you up and placed you onto the purple velvet couch, crawling on top of you like a predator searching for its prey.
“Nnnope.”
He yanked down your pants, not hesitating to get to work on your sensitive bud with his mouth. He flung your pants away, and began to suck and lap at you like you may be his last drink. His big, strong hands wrapped around your thighs and braced your shaking legs.
“Fffucking SHIT, Jay.”
His tongue worked circles around your clit speedily, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm underneath him. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs, and just like that, Johnson lapped it up and savored your taste. You could already feel your orgasm quickly approaching. But ohh, how amazing it would feel to have Johnson’s thick cock in you while you came, stretching you beyond belief…
“Jay… Jay…” You pulled on his midnight locks.
“Huh?” He looked up with worry and his puppy dog eyes made you melt.
“Please, just put your cock in m-me, I don’t wanna cum without your cock.”
“Okay, okay…”
He quickly hurried himself up and went to unbuckled his pants. “No, no, let me.” you said.
You fiddle with his buckle, the drunkenness of your brain making it more difficult than usual.
“Oh, Jesus, you look so pretty when you do that.” It took everything for him to not thrust his hips forward into your hands.
“Shh, just- okay, got it.” You freed his cock from the confines of his pinstripe pants and within seconds, he slowly sheathed himself fully inside you, giving you time to accommodate his length. But you were so ready, you didn’t even care. You grabbed his hip and pulled him into you.
“Nonono, faster, faster, yes…”
“Mmm, so needy tonight, aren’t we, little one?” He QUICKLY picked up the pace, jackhammering into you with all of his strength. Your brain began to fog, the alcohol overtaking your brain. The lights on the Bang-a-rang became fuzzy, and the sound of him slamming into you was muffled, almost like you were underwater.
You tried your best to get out a coherent sentence, but al you could muster was something that sounded like “...harderrrr…God, you’re so deep in me, Jay… Fa-fasterrr…nggghh…” Your speech slurred violently.
“Mmm, so pretty for me, baby. Yesss, take it. Take it like the dirty slut you are, hm? Unhhh, who do you make these sounds for, you dirty girl?”
“Y… you, Jay, shittt…”
“Ohhh, you’re so pretty, baby. I’m getting close, where do you want it?”
Your orgasm began to build in your stomach. Did he just say something to you?
He taps on your cheek quickly, a slight pang of worry running through his chest that you may have passed out.
“Wha?? Sorry, the- the alcohol.” Phew. You were fine.
“I’m c-close, where do you want it?”
“Ohh, inside, please please please!”
“Mmm, you sound so pretty when you beg. Can you do it more?”
His words had you teetering on the edge of your peak.
“M-more, Jay, more, more! Go harder, God, you’re so fucking deep, please please please please…”
His lip twitched as he fell over the brink, shooting his cum into you. His hips were at a standstill for just a moment, then continued to move in and out to ride out his orgasm.
“Unnnhhh, mmmm…” he whimpered as he released his spend into you.
His groan sent you crashing down, walls clenching around his cock with no mercy. Fuck, he hit your sweet spot every time. Your orgasm was one of the most powerful ones you’ve ever had. Seeing Johnson completely melt above you, feeling his legs on yours, his hands on your hips pushing you onto his cock… “Fuckkk…” You let out a strained curse as your orgasm took its course.
“Hohhhh, ahh…” Johnson bent down, head nuzzling into your neck, his dick still inside you. He laid silent on you, chest rising and falling, post-orgasm tiredness taking over.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, stroking his scalp. It sent tingles down his whole body, making him shiver and grin into your neck.
“Tired?” You whisper.
“Yep.” He mumbled.
“Cmon, up and out, Jay.”
“Mmmm.” He hummed in protest, but pulled out and buckled up his pants.
“Where’s my pants?” You look around, but can’t find them through the haze of whiskey.
“Oh, umm… here.” He leaned over and grabbed them, helping you put them back on one leg at a time.
He had definitely reverted back to his usual quiet state, but you didn’t mind. It was cute.
“Thanks.”
“Mhm.” He falls back on top of you, snuggling into you like a cat who missed his mama. He quickly fell asleep on top of you, beginning to snore. You gave him a light smack upon the head. “You’re snoring, Jay.” He shook his head and repositioned himself. “Sorry.” he mumbled sleepily.
“It’s okay.” You kissed his forehead and faded into sleep, the weight of him was comforting on top of you. Tomorrow's Christmas! He better have a good gift for you, you think. A pretty necklace, maybe? A nice dinner? Some flowers? Mmm, you were so excited. Such a perfect way to spend Christmas; hungover, with another hungover person sleeping on top of you. You couldn’t think of any other place you wanted to be.
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ficmas day 7: through sickness and health - piter de vries x f!reader
requested by - anon
a/n: hi there! we made it to a full week of fics! so happy with all of the positive feedback, you have no idea how much it means to me. Today's fic was fun, it was nice to explore the softer side of Piter for once. enjoy!
~ After falling ill with a foreign disease, Piter fulfills his promise to take care of you, and tries his absolute best to let his tenderness show. ~
WARNINGS: descriptions of sickness, migraines
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
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You woke up, eyes fluttering. You sharply inhaled through your teeth, it was so BRIGHT, even with the curtain closed.
This was your second day with this virus. It was something new to Geidi Prime, probably from someone who went on a trip to Old Terra or or the Ancient Mars Colony from the Sol System. Influenza.
There was so much pressure in your head, and you were so, so cold. Geidi Prime was typically hot. It used to be a planet full of forests and rivers, but was converted to an industrial kingdom millenia ago, so the planet was overrun with carbon dioxide, with no proper cooling systems for the planet.
But the sickness made you so, so cold. You were RARELY cold, but you were FREEZING. You wrapped the blanket around you tightly, even though the feel of the cloth was overstimulating on your skin, it nearly hurt. The migraine you had was overtaking your senses. Any sense of touch was painful, your eyes hurt when you moved them. What time is it? It didn’t matter, the Baron let you halt your duties as Piter de Vries’s wife and concubine.
Speaking of Piter, a small knock came from your door. His signature tap-taptaptap-tap let you know it was him just from the sound.
“Come in,” Your voice was hoarse from just waking up. You kept your eyes shut as you heard him enter. He made sure to take extreme precaution while opening and closing the door, he knew that the loud sounds were overstimulating.
“Hello, my dear.” He was soft spoken, his tenor voice ringing quietly through your ears. You couldn’t help but let a small grin creep across your face. “Care to ask how I’m doing?” You said to him. You tried your best to let him open up his tender side sometimes. He was great at taking good physical care of you when sick, but he struggled with the sweet side of things.
“Oh! Yes, how are you feeling?” He exclaimed, while making sure to keep his softness in his voice. You knew the reason he didn’t ask. He didn’t have to the moment he saw you. He already knew! That computer brain of his knew how you felt the second he walked in due to his inexplicable Mentat abilities.
He just sometimes forgot that tenderness was important. Asking her how she felt made her feel special and cared for, and that was important to him. But he couldn’t just erase his Mentat coding. So he tried his very very best.
“Meh, not great. My head is just killing me and I’m so, so cold.” You muttered. You reached your hand out to the side of you, searching for him on the side of the bed. “W-where are you?”
“Right here.” He met his hand to yours, interlocking fingers. His hand was warm, making you smile once more. “I brought some medicine, and a damp rag. The water’s tepid, but should be warm against your skin.” He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand. “After doing some research, I learned that influenza type A – the type YOU have – is not a virus, but a disease. And a highly contagious one, at that.”
“Hm, interesting.” You say. You loved it when Piter did his little computer brain thing. You knew his eyes had gone fully white, telling you all the flu facts. He pulled over a stool and sat down next to the side of the bed.
“Fascinating, is it not?” He placed her hand beside her, and grabbed the medicine off the plate he brought it in. “I’m going to touch your face, now.” He said. You let a moment pass by, waiting for a little bit of something…you heard him gasp lightly. “Is that okay? May I?”
“Yes, just be gentle, please.”
“Of course.”
His fingers graced your jawline, the surprise making you jump a little, but you relaxed pretty quickly. They pried at your lips slightly, the cold metal of his rings giving you goosebumps. “I’m going to– I mean, may I open your mouth?” His correction mid-sentence made your heart flutter. You nodded.
You opened up. “Stick your tongue out, please.” You did just so, and you felt him place pills on your tongue. “I have some water, I’ll be careful so as not to spill,” he said. One hand held the glass of water, one playing with your hair gently.
The glass met your lips, and you drank just enough to get the pills down. “Drink a little bit more. Keeping hydrated will help you heal.” You nodded, and took another sip.
“Mmm, thank you, Piter.”
“You’re welcome. Through sickness, and health, just like I promised many years ago.” He couldn’t help but crack a small grin. He was so proud of himself! He’d been working on displaying some more emotion, and the way you reciprocated encouragement with his behavior made him so incredibly delighted.
Piter grabbed the rag, taking it out of the bowl of lukewarm water. He wrung it out, keeping the rag close to the bowl so it didn’t drip too loudly. Once fully wrung out, he placed it gently on your forehead. He didn’t ask you to; he knew that you heard the water dripping into the bowl. You didn’t mind.
The water was so comforting on your skin, making your eyes roll back with bliss as your migraine started to subside. Whatever was in the pills he gave you helped subside the headache extremely quickly. Imagine being on Old Terra or the Mars Colony and getting this disease. How did they LIVE through this? They didn’t have fast-acting medicine back then. They had vaccines, but they weren’t enough to ward off diseases entirely. Nowadays, one dose of a modern day vaccine-type shot could cause 100% prevention of whatever sickness it was assigned to.
“Does this feel okay?” Piter asked.
“Yes, thank you, my love.” He continued to play with your hair, making you drowsy with sleepiness once more. He quickly noticed you response to his touch. “Should I continue? Do you want to sleep?”
You thought for a moment. You wanted to spend time with Piter, but sleep was practically calling your name. You knew if you slept, you would heal much faster.
“Mmm… sleep, darling. But would you lay with me for just a moment?”
“Yes, gladly.”
He walked to the other side of the bed and crawled on. He didn’t touch you, but he laid on his side and began playing with your hair once more. You rolled over and faced him, reaching out your hand. His free hand held it, fingers tangling together.
“Piter… I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not easy for you to show your sweetness, even though I know you feel it.”
“It’s been difficult, I must admit. I cannot help the way my brain performs. But pleasing you… is my greatest, most fulfilling duty.”
“Awww, even when you’re sappy, you still sound methodical.” You said. He chuckled.
You fell asleep with his hand in yours, and his other hand fiddling with your locks of hair.
a/n: hi there! this is my first ever murdoc fic, and... oh boy, this one is spicy. i felt LOTSA things writing this. i think this is one of my favorite things ever written. please enjoy!
~ While working for the Phoenix Foundation, the reader gets captured by Murdoc. He wants to know where MacGyver is, what he's working for, all the details. And he will draw them out of her by any means necessary. ~
NSFW WARNINGS: fingering, breat sucking, piv, tied up, a little bit of slapping, nicknames, babying, slight maledom undertones, KIDNAPPING, very slight cnc (reader wants to leave, but gives in bc... murdoc is hot)
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
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Her eyes fluttered open. Was she in a warehouse? Basement? She couldn’t tell, but wherever she was was dark, a single small overhead light placed almost directly above her. It provided minimal sight, not enough to figure out her surroundings and anything that might be there. She knew she’d been found out by Murdoc. Fuck.
The Phoenix Foundation had just begun, and she was a great recruit. She was easily able to read people’s expressions and emotions, purely by body language and tone of voice. She was EXCEPTIONAL, better at what she did than anyone MacGyver had ever seen.
Murdoc had a meticulous obsession with finding Mac and knowing his every whereabouts. And he was determined to do ANYTHING to find out where he was.
“Murdoc, I know you’re in here.” she yelled. She lurched forward, suddenly aware of the fact she was fully naked and bound; hands above her head and ankles strapped to the upright metal table.
Naked? Oh, that made her skin crawl. She didn’t think Murdoc was THAT slimy.
“Jesus, you’re a sick pervert, yknow?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin as his whispering breath caressed her ear. “Oh, relax now.” he walked around to face her. “I could’ve killed you already, so try and be a LITTLE grateful.” He giggled to himself.
She was NOT a fan of him seeing her fully exposed body. Yes, the kidnapping was already bad, but this was humiliation. Humiliation for her, and sweet temptation for him. He paced in front of her.
“Can you get your shit over with so I can leave, please?” She snapped. This was inconvenient. Funnily enough, she knew she was not going to die at the hands of him. He enjoyed the cat and mouse game with his captees.
He looked at her, eyes wide with fake shock. “Excuse me? I don’t think you call the shots here, miss. Have you taken a look at yourself? You’re in no position to tell me what to do.” He motioned to her body. She rolled her eyes and stayed silent. He sure loved the performance aspect of all this. He made sure to stay eloquently spoken, and as sarcastic as ever.
“Now, to the task at hand.” He stopped his pacing, and ended up directly in front of her exposed body. He took a few steps closer to her, bodies now excruciatingly close. She’d kept her cool, but her lip couldn’t help but tremble. He was so tall. And his hair and eyes were so dark. He looked so polished in that black coat, sweater, and slacks. Hands behind his back, looking down at her with inquisitiveness.
No. No, no, no. This was her CAPTOR, her kidnapper. He was… her enemy. She searched her brain for any shred of dignity and loyalty to the Phoenix Foundation. She failed to find it.
“Where… is… Mac?”
She clenched her jaw and inhaled sharply, looking away from him. “I… I won’t tell you shit.”
His thumb and knuckle of his forefinger gingerly met her chin, turning her head back to look at her. She tried so hard to resist, but couldn’t find it in her. To her surprise, he leaned down and began to kiss her neck. It was a struggle for her to hold back her moan. Nononono, he was her enemy… but he felt so good…
“M-Murdoc, please…” He quickly jumped off of you, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Oh, you like it? I’m so happy!!” He was nearly giddy, drunk off his little game. “I’ll only continue though, if you spill the beans, miss.”
Okay. She had two options. Don’t talk and have Murdoc beat the shit out of her, or compromise Mac’s location and continue to have Murdoc continue his gentle assault on your skin. If she let a COUPLE details slip, if she was vague enough, maybe he’d buy it…
“Well…” Her eyes darted around the room. “Well, I-” She swallowed. Shit.
“Tongue tied? C’mon, baby.”
God, him and his little nicknames.
“The building is in California.”
His lips met her neck once more, licking the lovebites he left on her. Could you really call them lovebites?
“Mmm, yes, keep going…” He groaned into her. “Where?”
Her brain was telling her no. But her body was saying yes. Yes, Murdoc, yes! Don’t say it, don’t-
“Southern, outside of LA. A huge building, it used to be an old office building but we converted it into something for us.” No no no. Mac was absolutely going to dispose of her after this.
“God, yes.” he bent down and placed her breast in his mouth, massaging the other one with his opposite hand. His tongue expertly circled her nipple, sucking and licking as if she were the sweet hard candies he loved so much. So, so sweet.
“Perhaps a little more and I’ll give you a rewaaard…” he sang. Oo, a reward? Yes! Yes, Murdoc, please!
“Well, we used to be the D-” She paused for a moment, throwing her head back in pleasure, eyes rolling back. hating herself for every decision she had made tonight for the sake of sheer pleasure. She writhed in her bounds.“- fuck, we used to be the DXS.”
“Yes, yes! Oh, I’m so proud.” He let go of her breast with a POP and met his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.
More than anything, she wanted to run her hands through his tresses, tangling her fingers in ecstasy. She pulled against the bounds, her fighting useless against the knots her captor tied. His hands found her hips, and she jumped at the sheer size. They were MASSIVE against her small frame. His touch was intoxicating. This was clearly not the first time he had done this with his female captees. His fingers slightly dug into her flesh, gripping with just enough force to make her squirm in his arms.
One of his hands trailed down farther, meeting the side of her ass and then sliding across to right above her heat.
She inhaled deeply at his touch, the anticipation nearly killing her as he held his hand there for just a moment. “You gonna give me my reward, Murdoc?”
He laughed. “I was just thinking it over, whether or not you deserve it.” Without warning, his fingers slipped into her, curling in a “come here” motion.
Her eyes opened wide with surprise and then squeezed shut. She was overcome by the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt, his fingers were so big. She couldn’t help but grind onto his fingers, which he wasn’t opposed to at all.
“You dirty, dirty girl. Betraying your little gang, fraternizing with the enemy!” His eyes widened and he smiled at her reaction to his words. She was so squirmy, her motions in tandem with his fingers. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face, twisted with pleasure. He loved it so much that he felt his own arousal forming in his pants.
“What would Mac think of you? He’s probably gonna kill you, yknow? So scary to think about, I bet.” Every forward motion of his fingers and her hips drove a moan out of her. Every single time. He chuckled and looked down at his working hand, fingers deep in her. “Can you even hear me over yourself, little miss? You sound like a squealing cat!”
“Ahh- c-close… I’m close…” were all the words she could muster at the moment. She didn’t want to be at the mercy of him. She didn’t want to show her vulnerability, her orgasming in front of him. But she had to. She couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Oh baby, please cum for me! It’d make me so proud.”
Intense release washed over her, wave after wave after wave. Her walls clenched around him, legs shaking and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
He fingered her through it, hitting the perfect spot every time. Her body grew rigid with her own orgasm.
He was so good… how was it possible that one person could make her feel better than anyone else ever had?? All she could do was whimper as he touched her so expertly.
As she came down from her peak, he pulled his fingers out of her devilishly slow, making her squeal at the loss of him.
“Good, good.” His fingers opened her mouth and he forced her to suck on them. These were just in me, she thought. Her tangy-sweet juices flowed over her own tongue, she marveled in the fact that she tasted so nice.
His hand left her hips and her fingers left her mouth. No, no come back! she thought.
“So good for me, little miss. Now more.” He paced in slow circles around her.
She tried to remember where they were in the conversation. “Um… where did we leave o-”
“The DXS. You used to be the DXS.”
“Oh. Right. Umm… We aren’t the DXS anymore, we have a new name.”
The table underneath her tilted back quickly into a horizontal position, throwing her body back. Her head slammed onto the metal, brain going foggy with dizziness. Now that she was laying down, she was almost relieved. Having an orgasm while standing wasn’t exactly the most comfortable.
His eyes burned into her, taking in every drop. She was beautiful. He felt no emotional attachment to her, just pure carnal lust that he could not ignore. Yes, he frequently did this for interrogations, and they always got him aroused. Some are prettier than others, he must admit. But she was radiantly gorgeous. He had definitely gotten lucky today, hardness nearly at full mast.
The light now illuminated her entire body. She was displayed like a statue in front of him, a new piece of art he could indulge in.
“Right. And what are you now?”
“M- Murdoc, I- oh, you bitch.” The guilt overtook her brain once more. What was she DOING?
He slapped her across her stomach, pointing his finger at her like an angry school teacher.
“Don’t talk back to me! You agreed to this, now tell me.”
“It’s the name of a… of a mythical creature.”
“Ooo, enticing!” He exclaimed. He let the binds loose on her feet, letting her freely move her legs. Finally, she thought. She let her legs roam free, pulling them up to expose her peach just a tad. He crawled onto the table and propped himself up on his knees. “Keep going, and I may give you mooore.” He began to palm his cock through his pants, looking her up and down.
Fuck. She felt herself get wet with the sound of his promises.
“One that gets… reborn.”
He let out a slow moan as he unzipped the pants. “Mmmmph…” He let his head roll back. “Like you, miss! Reborn.”
What? “How?” She asked. He was clearly excited by her inquisitiveness.
“Well, I’ve brought you to me. And clearly, we know where your loyalty lies now…” He removed his hands from himself and smoothed them up and down her thighs. “Mac’s never made you cum like this, hmm?”
She shoved her wrists against the bounds as she tried to yank herself up. God DAMNIT, those were annoying. “WHAT?” She yelled. Mac had NEVER touched her, he hadn’t even looked at her in that way. With a little more thinking, she realized this might just be some part of Murdoc’s fantasies.
He pressed down on her legs to stop her squirming at his comment. “Alright, alright. Relax.” He spoke to her like a child, making her simultaneously disgusted and horrifically turned on. His voice sounded so cute like that. “Now… I believe I know what word you’re thinking of. Are you gonna make me guess the other part of the name?”
She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She needed him DEEP inside her, farther than anyone had ever been. More than anything. Her so-called “everlasting loyalty” to the Phoenix Foundation was crushed forever. Maybe she should just align herself with Murdoc and make things easier.
She stumbled over her words has he massaged the flesh on her thighs. “The… the… goddamnit.”
“Tongue tied once more? Don’t say and I might choke you out until your heart stops beating!” He grinned excitedly.
“The… Phoenix Foundation.”
He clapped his hands together. “Yes, yes yes!! So good for me, I’m so happy. You were surprisingly willing to submit, I must say.”
He yanked his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock bob free. Her mouth salivated with need.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl… I’ll give you what you want.” She couldn’t help but let her legs instinctively spread. “Consider yourself lucky, miss. Normally I’d end it here, but you… are exceptionally radiating.”
She chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment, although you could just be buttering me up.”
“Oh trust me, I am.” He began to pump himself. “I need to- ahh… I need to get you on my good side so you may want to stick with me.”
He lined himself up with her hole, she drew in a breath of anticipation. He was… massive.
“Y’sure that’ll fit in me, Murdoc?”
“We’ll see.” he whispered. He slid into her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. “Ohhhh…” The feeling was deliciously painful, she’d never felt so full. She felt as if he were to leave, she’d be missing a part of her body.
He began to move in and out of her, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
“Ohhh, fuck.” He moaned. He was so fucking hot. Why? Why did she find him so attractive? HIs mysteriousness and elusiveness? His giddiness? His stupid, stupid charm? Whatever it was, she wasn’t able to pretend that he wasn’t intoxicating.
He found a steady pace, holding her legs in place. She was DYING from not being able to touch him. She pulled strongly on the ropes that held her wrist.
“Haven’t I… Haven’t I been so good? Can you please take these off?”
“Yes… I suppose.” He grumbled. Yes, yes, yes!! He leaned down and put his face next to yours. To have him fuck her in classic missionary made the all-familiar fire spread throug her belly. His hands reached up and untied the ropes. Her hands flung to face, hands on his cheeks. God, she was so happy to just feel him. She couldn’t stop moaning, he was so big. Hot heat spread through her once more as she watched him shut his eyes and furrow his brow, mouth hang agape with pleasure.
Her hands wrapped around his back, adjusting her legs at just the right angle to get him JUST a bit deeper, and…
Oh fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ. Her moans were pornographic, He was absolutely hitting her cervix, creating a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.
He mumbled into her ear, his voice sending shivers up her spine and shockwaves to her clit. “Doesn’t that feel so good, sweetheart?” He groaned in between his words. “ To just… Mmmf, give in every once in a while? Indulge yourself? Unhh, I bet it does, miss. Lord knows it feels good for me.”
She clawed at his back, desperately wishing that his clothes were off.
“Y-yes, it feels so good!”
He groped her breast, quickening his thrusts. He latched his mouth onto her, sucking and licking with pure expertise. He bit down slightly, making her jump. “Mmm, you sound so cute when you squeal!”
She moaned into his neck. She felt her second peak on the horizon, and he felt his belly constrict. He was close, too. He continued to suck on her breast, holding it firmly with one hand and gripping her waist with the other.
“Murdoc, I can’t- mmm, I can’t-”
“God, please cum for me! Show Mac where your loyalties lie, little baby.” He spoke to her in the babying voice once more.
“Sh-shit!” Her body curled up and twitched with pleasure. The attack on her nipple was so electrifying. Her heat pulsated with fire, clenching around his cock, bringing him to his own release. His pace faltered and he shot his cum into her, deeper than anyone had in her life. The feeling of his spend coating her walls was painfully attractive. He was clearly sweaty and spent, drops of sweat slipping down his forehead.
“Mmm…” He collapsed on top of her, keeping himself inside of her as they both caught their breath.
As she laid under him, the impending guilt of her actions weighed upon her, literally. He was HEAVY on top of her.
She knew she couldn’t go back to the Phoenix Foundation. Mac would probably kill her, they were probably out looking for her now. Once he’d see Murdoc with herself at his side. He’d put a bullet in your skull, no doubt about it. They were compromised, and Murdoc had gotten what he wanted. He had gotten her in his grasp, and was not planning to let her go.
And she wasn’t planning to resist him anytime soon.
