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𝓓𝓪𝔂 2 - My Praises || Jake Lockley x fem!reader

Summary: With the help of Jake, you discover the kink you didn't know you had.

Warnings: smut (praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral - m receiving, manhandling)

Word count: 2013

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Praise Kink. orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

It had been a long day at the office, without a single chance to text your boyfriend throughout the day. Finally you got a chance to check your phone.

[Jake ♥]: Want to play tonight, nena?

Quickly, you responded with a brief 'Obvs!' and rushed to your car.

You wondered what Jake would have planned as you drove home. You had been exploring sexuality a lot lately. There was a lot of talking, but that just heightened the excitement. You were thrilled that he was taking the initiative again, as he always did.

You parked your car on a driveway, ran home, took off your heels, and slipped out of your blouse, leaving you in your pencil skirt and lacy, half-transparent bra. When you looked in the mirror, you sighed, wishing you had more time to pick a better bra. As you traced your breasts, you realized that you'd never made much of an impression based on your standards: average yet lean body, Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. You were nothing special in your own opinion. Yet, for some reason, Jake Lockley wanted you, not just as a longtime friend, but also as his life partner.

The moment Jake stepped in, you stared at your stocking-clad legs wondering whether to remove them as well.

A cocky smile spread across his lips as he claimed, "Now, that's an image I like coming home to."

When you looked up, he came forward and wrapped his strong arms around you. Then he bent over to kiss your neck with a smile on his face.

Jake whispered, "You turn me on, little doll. Vamos, sé una buena niña y tocar tus pechos por mí," as he gently nibbled at your neck, making you gasp and let out a soft moan.

Languidly, you complied, tracing the outline of your breasts as they were caged in the lacy bra.

An eye-catching smirk flashed across Jake's face when he looked in the mirror. As he tugged the lobe of your ear with his teeth, he whispered, "Yes, just like that. You're so obedient, pequeña puta. You have such pretty boobs," Lockley smiled, sliding his hands to rest on your hips, teasing the edge of your pencil, fitted, black skirt which he loved so much.

In response to his praise and crass language, you squirmed, palming your breasts through the bra. As he undid your skirt, he pulled the material down to reveal your white panties and black thigh high stockings.

With his teeth clenched, he hissed. "Eres tan sexy, nena,” Jake whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder, trailing his hand till it lightly touched your panties. "You already have a wet spot on your panties," he joked lowly, lightly passing over the spot and smirking as you gasped. "Such a good doll, already wet for her papi."

Letting out a moan, you rested your head on his shoulder. Just by his words you became weak in the knees. "It's your fault, Jake. You make me so wet," you whispered to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

His hand cupped your pussy over your panties. "Good. You're so pretty when you're wet. And moaning, just for me, muñequita."

Your pussy twitched as you felt more pussy juice leak out; you parted your lips and tried to rub your thighs together.

Jake commanded in a low, husky tone, "Quítate el sostén, let me see those gorgeous tits."

You looked back to the mirror, trying to see if he was joking, but he looked completely serious. It was not difficult for you to comply, letting your bra fall on the floor as you watched his reaction.

His eyes stayed focused on your chest, tongue swiping at his upper lip. Jake whispered in your ear, "I love your tits, so perky," before licking the space behind your ear. "Your nipples look so gorgeous now, pinch them for me," he ordered as he moved from cupping your pussy to squeezing your ass.

Keeping your face on him, you reached up to cup your breasts, stroking them softly. They felt fuller under Jake's gaze somehow. While gasping and mumbling, you teased your nipples and pinch them.

"Eres una buena muchacha, bebé," Jake praised with a smirk on his lips. "Feel how hard you make me, muñequita." As he pressed his clothed cock against your ass, you instinctively rolled your hips to rub your bum against his crotch. Instinctively, you tried to turn and undress him, but he held you facing the mirror. 

"Keep pinching your nipples for me," Jake demanded as he began undressing behind you.

You followed his lead, pinching your nipples, rolling them in your fingers. You watched as he quickly took off his black, leather jacket and blue shirt; his large hands coming around to grip your breasts. "You have such pretty tits, I want to suck them all day, chiquita."

While he pinched and pulled your nipples, you moaned and grinded your ass against his clothed cock. You blinked when he shifted his hands down and felt him kneel behind you. You watched, panting, as he placed a kiss at the top of your stockings. After a moment, he slapped your ass and removed his shoes and socks.

You jolted and turned to watch him, kneeling before you. You gently scraped your nails through his thick locks. You loved hearing him groan, "That feels good, nena."

When his shoes and socks were off, Jake stood and unbuckled his pants. "Take off your panties," he said, staring hard into Y/E/C eyes.

Shimmying out of your wet panties, you were eager to please him.

Lockley raked his eyes over your figure and for a moment you felt self conscious until he spoke. "Oh, Dios Mío, eres tan sexy, nena."

You bit your lip, looking him over. "So are you," you whispered in response.

All he gave you was a smirk before he kissed you hard, tongue sweeping all over your mouth. Sucking on your tongue, he grunted; your nails scraping down his back. Then, all of a sudden, his fingers were teasing your pussy. Slowly, he let go of your kiss, biting your bottom lip. "I love you like this, wet and so ready for me," Jake whispered as he pushed two fingers inside you, coaxing that sponge spot inside your pussy.

You clutched Jake’s shoulders, trying to stay upright as your knees buckled and you moaned while he played your pussy like a violin. Just as suddenly Jake pulled out his fingers only to raise them to your mouth.

Keeping your eyes on him, you sucked his fingers clean off your pussy juice, bobbing your head back and forth slowly, earning a deep grunt from him.

Gently, he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you a kiss before turning you around and gathering your hair into a low ponytail. Jake smiled as he kissed your forehead, saying, "Such a good girl, so sweet and innocent. I want you so fucking badly,” he added, kissing the side of your neck, only to start sucking on the delicate skin of yours.

After tracing your fingers down his chest and stomach, you finally gained confidence. "How do you want me?"

Before responding, Jake chuckled and bit your neck, sucking it for a moment. "I want you to suck my cock. My dick has been aching for your lips to wrap around it all day, nena."

You didn't need to be told twice. You sank to the floor and dragged down his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock as you watched his face. You gently wrapped your hand around it. While you licked up from the shaft and circled his head, you kept your eyes on his face. You loved hearing his quiet gasps and groans.

His large hand came to gather your hair, tugging it softly. "You're so good at that, nena," Jake cooed, and you moaned in response before taking the tip into your mouth. Sheathing your teeth, you started bobbing your head on his cock, still paying attention to him.

"You are a great cock sucker,” Jake praised, licking his lower lip slowly as he watched you closely.

He encouraged you to speed up and close your eyes while you enjoyed the taste of his cock in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment; a string of saliva connecting you as your drool dripped down your chin and landed on your breasts. You kept your eyes on Jake and let your tongue hang out a little before you took his cock back into your mouth.

"Fuck yes, nena, your throat feels good on my cock," Jake praised again, massaging the back of your head.

You groaned as he spoke and tugged your hair harder. Your pussy twitched as you listened to the lewd sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth. 

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jake groaned before he pulled your hair up, directing you to release him. His cock came out of your mouth with a pop, saliva dripping off his shaft; you licked it clean before standing.

Lockley guided you gently to your bed, bending you in front of him, applying just a little pressure to your lower back. As he stood behind you, he pulled a few pillows and placed them under your hips. "Eres tan buena chica,” Jake muttered before he slid his cock in your dripping, wet pussy from behind in one hard thrust.

You both groaned.

You shivered and clenched on his cock.

Slowly, he pulled back to the tip before thrusting forward again to the hilt.

"Fuck,” you cursed quietly, loving how his cock felt inside you.

Lockley started setting a steady pace, thrusting to the hilt, out to the tip and back. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock," Jake panted as he continued, "Tan mojado, calientito y apretado.” He bent forward and bit the back of your neck as he thrust in you again. "Tal un buen coño."

The way he fucked you was so good, and he knew just what to say to make you want more. "I love your cock in me,” you panted out as you matched his thrusts.

He groaned and started to move faster. "Such a sexy girl," he muttered as he picked up the pace. "You like how I fuck you?" Jake asked, tugging at your hair.

You raised your head, turning it slightly to look up at him, moaning "Fuck, yes!”

This was all Lockley needed, and he surged forward pounding his cock in your pussy, grunting deeply at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock nicely.

You loved when he got rough. Eventually, your arms gave out and you laid your chest back on the bed.

"Buena niña,” Jake said, holding tight to your hips as he kept up his delicious pace. "Good girl, taking my cock so well,” he groaned out as he gained speed. His breath indicated he was getting closer. Jake stuttered around his panting breath. "Where do you want my cum?"

"Inside," you whimpered breathlessly. "Please, cum inside me, daddy. Tell me I’m your good girl, please!” You pleaded, getting closer and closer to your peak.

After a few more sharp thrusts, he pulled you over the edge with him, slamming into your core. He stayed there for a moment leaning over to press into your back. "You like my cum inside you?" Jake asked, brushing his cheek against your nape. "I love cumming in you, my little doll, pleasing her papi so well," he pressed a few kisses on your shoulder before withdrawing, leaving you feeling strangely empty.

"Thank you, Jake, it was amazing,” you whispered, stroking his cheek and looking deeply into his dark, hazel eyes.

Jake smiled and turned to kiss your hand before he moved you both to cuddle together. "Did you like it, nena? All the praises?”

You smiled, turning to kiss his nose. “"I didn't know I had a praise kink. Thanks to you, I am discovering myself every single day."

Just a Thug || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake breaks into your apartment just so Khonshu can ask you for your help

Rating: 🔞explicit, minors DNI! 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Jake being an asshole

Word count: 6918

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish; blue italics - Khonshu We have a non-linear story here, you’ve been warned :) 

Jake was unsure of what he was even doing here. It seemed the bird-head wanted him to enter one of the flats. 

Jake began to pick up trinkets, decorations, and pictures hanging on the walls to gain an understanding of who lived there. Apparently, it was a pretty, young woman. "What the hell are we doing in here, huh? Are you falling in love or something?" Jake chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief after taking a look at the bookshelf.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question," Khonshu commented, appearing right next to the man. "The woman that lives here owes me a favor."

As you slept on the second floor, you were blissfully unaware of strangers intruding into your home downstairs. It wasn't until you shot your eyes open after hearing a noise like breaking glass that you realized you had closed all the windows, making it nearly impossible for the wind to knock a vase off the windowsill. You sat up and listened for a moment before hearing a voice. A thick, masculine voice. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as you wrapped a silver robe around your almost naked body. You walked barefoot down the stairs slowly and quietly. Your eyes swept over the living room as you emerged from the stairwell.

"Hope that wasn't too significant," Jake muttered, shrugging off the broken vase's elements off the windowsill. He simply walked around, wondering where the owner was. He removed one of the frames from the wall with great curiosity. "Y/N Y/L/N..." He hummed your name and read the rest quickly. As Jake put the diploma back up on the wall, he inquired, "Are we really getting help from some know-all with diplomas on her wall? I bet she's got a stick up her ass." Jake then made his way further into the flat.

"Don't you dare question my decisions!" Khonshu roared with anger.

In response to the man's remarks, you frowned and opened your mouth wide. "Excuse me?! Who are you? What are you doing at my house? I have a gun and the authority to kill you for invading my property without my permission, so back off, bastard!"

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger even if I showed you how," the man told you before turning to look at you. In all honesty, you didn't look bad, but he was already annoyed by your screams. "Don't ask me, ask the bird skull. He talks about a favor you owe him."

"Bird skull... Did you fucking... Wait. Khonshu? What the fuck?!" You raised your voice, walking to the light switch to turn the lights on.

Jake frowned at the bright light spilling over the room. "I am his avatar and he dragged my ass here, and stop screaming, woman."

A harder frown appeared on your face. You glared at the man in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Of course, Khonshu couldn't pick someone classy. Ey, birdie, what the fuck? Can you come here and talk? Because I'm not willing to speak with your fucking friend."

Jake honestly felt offended by you now. He had more class than some academic woman so sure of herself just because she got a paper or two, framed it, and hung it on the wall.

"Silence! Both of you!" Khonshu ordered, manifesting himself in the corner of the living room.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you tightened your robe around your figure. "What is this ridiculous action about? What's that crucial that you drag some random...," you gave Jake a glance, "thug here?"

"Thug? You better apologize, woman." Jake warned, pointing his index finger right at you.

"You must know why I am here. Don't pretend you don't, Y/N," the Moon God said, looking at you.

"Don't talk to me," you raised your hand to silence the stranger as your attention returned to Khonshu. "I am not willing to help you gain entry to the Council again. You fucked everything up last time."

"Eres una puta," Jake muttered, taking a seat on the couch.

"You are obligated to do whatever I ask you to, human," Khonshu demanded, growing annoyed.

"I'm not your avatar. Ask your kind companion," you pointed at the stranger and gasped, seeing him casually taking a seat on your couch. You turned to him and walked closer. "Uhm, excuse me? I don't recall letting you take a sit."

"I don't recall asking you," Jake concluded, putting his legs up on the coffee table while looking straight at you. "Listen, sweetheart. I don't want to be here, you don't want me to be here either, so let's just get this done with the bird skull so I can leave without getting rid of you."

You gasped again. "Don't call me sweetheart. Unbelievable. Y/N, wake up," you muttered to yourself, leaving the room to reach the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, containing a few ice cubes and some whiskey. You returned to the living room and sat at the dining table standing beside one of the windows. "How am I supposed to do that?" You asked looking at Khonshu. "I don't have any special powers or skills. You're asking the wrong person. And I owe you nothing."

Jake said wryly. "You are not only a whiny brat but also a disgraceful host. I would also like a beverage."

"You always knew your way, Y/N. You are the smart one," Khonshu said, and Jake laughed at this.

"Seriously, one more comment and I'll drag ya out myself," you grunted and jumped off the table to get a drink for your unexpected guest. You returned with a glass filled with whiskey and ice and handed it to him without a word. After returning to your place, you crossed your legs nicely, scoffing. "Even if, I will need time to organize everything."

"Then better get to it, Y/N. Take as long as you need, Jake will help you."

Jake choked on his drinking. ”¿Estás bromeando? ”

You sighed, stopping yourself from commenting more. You let your eyes roam along with his features - he was a handsome fella, but his attitude and rudeness were more outstanding than his physical charm. "Great."

"I'm not happy about this as well, sweetheart, but work is work," Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his drink which wasn't tasty but he decided not to mention it.

"I'm done for now. I need to think. I'll let you know once I have everything prepared," you replied to Khonshu. After getting off the table, you looked at the stranger. "If you want, you can stay here, since we have to work together. Ridiculous."

"I didn't plan to leave, sweetheart. I need to keep an eye on you to be sure you aren't trying anything funny." Jake said, giving you a nasty smile.

You replied with the equally same grin, "You sleep on the couch. I'll bring you a pillow and quilt."

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't bother your pretty small head about it," he waved his hand at you. "I'll be fine without."

Naturally, you didn't give a damn about his words, and a few minutes later you returned with a fresh set of bedding. You placed it next to him on the couch, checking twice whether Khonshu was still present, but the Moon God was long absent. "If you need anything, feel free to use the kitchen and bathroom, but I'm begging you, don't destroy my interiors. The vase you broke was an ancient vase from the Ming dynasty," you explained, your tone saddened as you went to clean the shattered porcelain from the floor. "You're not allowed upstairs, it's my bedroom and private space, so keep yourself downstairs if you don't want to listen to my screams again."

"Sadly, I have to listen to your whining now," Jake scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Be grateful I didn't call the cops."

"Be grateful I didn't shoot you," Jake replied with a wry grin glued to his lips.

You rolled your eyes and left him downstairs, returning to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door.

Jake chuckled to himself, hearing the click in the door. If you only knew that lockpicking was child's play, you wouldn't be so sure of it.

Due to the fact that he didn't feel like sleeping in a random girl's apartment, he decided to snoop around the flat, just to find out more about who you even were.

Knowing you had an unwanted guest downstairs wasn't comforting, so you were tossing from left to right, trying to catch some sleep. Eventually, you sat up, groaning and rubbing your temples, and decided to leave your room for the bathroom to take some pills to help you fall asleep.

"Trouble sleeping? I don't bite," Jake commented as soon as he saw you. Currently, he was sitting in the kitchen, smoking.

"You're not allowed to... Whatever," you rolled your eyes, as you grew angry with him smoking inside. Tightening your robe, you crossed the kitchen and reached the bathroom, took one pill, and swallowed it, leaning forward to the sink to drink some cold tap water. "I'm not sure, you broke into my flat after all."

"If I was so sinister, I wouldn't snoop around but go straight up to get rid of a sleeping beauty," Jake explained simply. "Meanwhile, I sit here, like a good boy, so don't complain."

"I say nothing," you told him, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. "Your name is Jake?"

"Yup," he nodded, shaking the ash from his cig into an ashtray he somehow found. "And you are Y/N."

"Correct."

"You are some kind of professor and what? Are you a cute, history professor in a pencil skirt and glasses when you're working, but you do some Indiana Jones shit when you're off?"

"Let's say you're correct," you said, sitting next to him, unscrewing the water. "And you? Why did Khonshu pick you for his avatar? You have the appearance of a real-life thug."

"I can steal, break into places, and kill. Khonshu has everything he needs to take care of dirty businesses with ease. I bet you don't smoke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do," you nodded slightly, "But I don't smoke indoors. I don't like the scent lingering on the furniture."

Jake laughed at that. "So you smoke, but the smell bothers you. Okay, mademoiselle,” the man shook his head, putting out a newly started cigarette in the ashtray. What a waste.

You raised your eyebrow but kept yourself from making further comments. "I have no idea why Khonshu needs my help when he has you," you claimed openly. "Do you need anything for now?"

"I am fine and don't ask me that. Apparently, you can do something I cannot, so it's your problem, not mine," Jake shrugged, scratching his head.

"If you'd like to refresh yourself, the bathroom's on this floor, at the back of the corridor," you informed him, getting up from your place. "Since you're going to be my guest for God knows how long, I can close my eyes on that smoking thing. But please, do it in the kitchen. Deal?"

"Don't worry. I already know where is what," Jake sighed and listened to you with an eye roll. "Smoking only in the kitchen, you got that, lady."

You patted his shoulder briefly. "Thank you. Sleep well," you said before returning upstairs to your room.

He didn't stop himself from checking out your ass as you walked away. The fact that Khonshu put him in such a position meant he could at least get some pleasant views.

You got up in the morning, stretching your back lazily. You picked some fresh clothes and headed downstairs to take a shower.

As it turned out, Jake wasn't just some kind of a thug.

He was a thug who knew how to do something more useful every day than dispose of dead bodies since when you came downstairs, breakfast was waiting for you.

You blinked, entering the kitchen while drying your still wet hair, you had a simple, white t-shirt and pair of fitted shorts on. "Oh, oh, okay, I'm fucking surprised..."

"I can cook. Magic, right? I am more than a stupid thug you thought I was," Jake muttered, wiping his palms on a rug.

"I apologize for my outbursts last night," you admitted to being wrong as you sat at the table, looking up at him. "I was surprised by an unexpected visit. I am not a bitch if you get to know me better."

"I haven't changed my mind about you yet," he said and sat down to eat his portion. "Hope ya will like it."

You didn't reply, just observed him for a second before you started eating your meal. He not only knew how to cook, but he also made the most delicious meal you had had in a very long time. After breakfast, you got up from your place and began to wash the dishes. "I'll leave you alone in the house today, I need to venture out to a few places to get things done on Khonshu's behalf."

"You don't need help getting those things?" Jake asked, blowing softly at a mug full of coffee. "I can help if you don't want to break a nail."

You smirked to yourself. "Don't worry, I'm not one of those whining chicks. But, actually, if we speak about that, I'll need your assistance at the evening gala. It'll be easier to get there with a plus one to not get too much attention."

"Yesterday you whined like crazy," Jake chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee, but stopped as soon as he heard the word gala. He raised an eyebrow, putting away the cup. "Excuse me?"

"First, I need to somehow get there. And Khonshu mentioned you're a competent driver. It takes place in another city and I'm not keen on catching a taxi. Second, I'll have to vanish in the service room from there after a speech I'm about to deliver. So having a plus one will make it better because you'll get all of the attention on you."

"How do you expect me to get all the attention, estúpida? "

"You'll make a fuss, partner."

Jake was not happy with the idea of making a fuss. "Do I really have to go there? Can't I just wait outside on some signal or something?"

"No. You need to be inside to clear a trespass for me."

"Well, then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else. Maybe one of your friends will be glad to go," he said simply, adding quickly, "galas aren't my thing."

"None of my pals know how to use a gun, sadly," you said. "But okay. I'll do it on my own."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Fine. I will do it."

You walked to him after drying your hands and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Stop right there, girl. A kiss on the cheek ain't enough for such a thing."

You were about to leave the kitchen but stopped when you heard him. "What do you mean?"

"Ya want me to humiliate myself at some gala? Ya kiss here," Jake smiled nasty, tapping his lips.

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Having placed the towel you held in your hands on the counter, you returned to him, took his cup of coffee from him, and put it on the table. Straddling him, you cupped his cheeks and offered him a heated, french kiss. "Satisfied?"

Jake wasn't expecting you to do that, but he was not inclined to complain. In his book, you simply added one point for yourself. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them a bit. "Maybe if you wear a nice dress and do it again, I will be content."

You licked your lips looking at him before placing a few kisses on his jawline. As much as you didn't want to do it, this fella was having some strange influence on you. "I hope you'll help me pick one."

"I will but be aware you won't look like a princess but a slut. I simply like when girls show a lot," he warned in a low tone.

"I don't mind it at all. I'm not a princess, my dear," you told him, getting off his lap, and tapping his shoulder.

"Perfecto," he hummed and returned to his coffee.

You spent a half-day out of the house, running errands and digging things for Khonshu as well.

You returned late afternoon and quickly decided to refresh yourself with a shower. You put make-up on and did your hair by waving it with a curling iron. Last but not least was the dress you were about to choose.

Jake got as ready as he could while you were away. He picked up some decent outfit he had stuffed in the trunk. All he hoped was that it would be enough for the party. "What about your dress, cariño?"

You get downstairs with two dresses in hand. One was a regular mini black dress, the other was a lacy red dress. "No idea. Which one?" When you saw him in a suit, you smirked. "Wow, look at you. Sharp."

He muttered, pulling at the collar, "I don't fucking feel so sharp." He glanced at the dresses and hummed. "Don't you have anything lacy but black?"

"Give me a second."

You put the dresses on the couch and headed back upstairs. After a long moment, you returned to him. "It's a bit tight here and there as I remember." After putting it on the sofa, you walked over and helped him adjust his tie. "You're fucking sharp, trust me, all the girls will be head over hills for ya."

Jake said, ignoring your comment, "Get in that dress. I want to see if it is tight here and there. cariño."

Nodding, you took the dress with you back to the bedroom. You wore a black-red set of lacy underwear beneath, as well as black stockings with garters. By checking yourself in a mirror, you improved your tits in the dress. After that, you returned to him.

As he waited for you to return downstairs to him, he tapped his knees out of boredom.

"And?" You asked, stepping into the room.

Jake finally looked at you, smiling. In a few places, the dress was too tight, but in a good way, he liked it already. "Te ves tan bien que te follaría aquí y ahora," Jake smiled proudly, scratching his chin.

You smirked at him. "I'll take it as a compliment." Walking to him, you offered him your palm. "Shall we, Jake?"

Sighing deeply, Jake took your hand and nodded. Even though he didn't like it, he didn't know what else he could do. "Yeah. The car is waiting outside."

Your excitement burst once you saw his car - a long, white limousine. "Oh, dear Lord, what a beautiful car!" You squeaked loudly, eyes opened wide as you circled the car twice. "Where did you get this beauty from?! What's under the bonnet? 300 horsepower or more?"

Jake frowned a little, listening to your squeaks as he walked to the door. "Something like that," he muttered opening the back door. "Get in."

You got in, making sure your dress wouldn't roll too high up your thighs. "Forgive me. I like cars, and sometimes I can get all over them. I know you probably think I'm a stupid chick, and that's fine."

Jake shut the door with a loud slam before getting into the driver's seat and saying, "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The small window behind him rolled down. "If you need a beverage, there are glasses and bottles. I bet you will find everything," he informed you briefly, before rolling the window up.

Despite the long ride, you two ended up at the gala.

It took place in a building that probably was built for rich people to have their fancy parties.

Jake already didn't like the people that surrounded him; all those men and women thought that they were someone because of a few papers and money. "What's the plan, little one?” He asked, holding your arm as the two of you walked in.

You were reluctantly getting out of Jake's car. You already felt very comfortable there and the thought of joining the gala actually made you feel sick. All you used from the miniature bar in his limousine was a mini bottle of water.

"See that door?" You asked, gently pointing in the direction with a nod. "The service room is there. As you can see, simply walking there would gather the curious eyes of at least several attendants, not to mention the guards on the upper floor," you said, stopping with him as if you were about to improve his collar so he could take a look at the balconies on the second floor of a huge ballroom. "All of them have guns, so sneaking past them is impossible. My first idea was to seduce one of them, grab the keys, cause some light failure, and run there to get their computer hacked but it's too risky. Now, go have a drink and I'll get prepared for the speech," you patted his chest.

Jake raised his eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure? Because this seems a bit extreme, even as security."

"The thing they're guarding requires some special resources," you told him.

"And what is that?” He laughed softly.

"I'll show you once I get it in my paws. Deal?"

"Deal," Jake nodded and kissed your cheek. "Go get ready then, niña pequeña. I'm gonna make a fuss later."

The kiss was completely unexpected and when he walked off, you placed your palm on the cheek, breathing sharply in. You found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

The speech about ancient Egyptian culture and gods you gave met with huge applause from onlookers. Thanking the gala host, you got off the podium slowly.

Lockley watched it and listened to your every word. You actually manage to make boring stuff sound interesting. "Well done, cariño," Jake hummed, smiling at you.

You nodded at him a little, slowly proceeding to the service room with a glass of champagne in your hand.

According to plan, Jake decided to make a fuss and he did it right, getting everyone's attention without putting much of it on himself - he got into a heated argument with one of the guests, which ended into a tiny fight with few blows aimed at man's stomach and chin.

You could work freely.

After the entire mess caught people's attention, you slipped into the room unseen, plugged your USB flash drive into the computer, and infected it with a virus. Only then you gained an access to hidden folders and files you've been looking for.

As unnoticed as before, you left the room after everything was copied to your drive and any signs of hacking were removed. With a swing in your hips, you left the huge ballroom, and nodding your head at a few people, you headed to the exit of the building, slowly.

Jake also got himself out of the building, after being asked by the security to leave after the fight, sighing happily as soon as he exited that fucking gala. The moment he spotted you, he joined you. "How was it?”

"I have everything," you told him simply. "You did a great job. Can we get back home?"

"I dream about nothing else but that," Jake nodded. "Khonshu will be glad. What do you even have there?”

"It's a file," you told him. "Encrypted file with the location of date of other avatars which would be needed if Khonshu wants them to meet in Giza."

"You think it will help?"

Getting into the car, this time on the front seat, you explained, "I think that's the only way to find other avatars, which normally would take months or not be possible."

Jake watched you, more surprised by where you chose to sit than by what you were saying. "You don't want to ride on the back?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to sit in the front to watch outside a little."

"I don't mind at all. It will be a pleasant ride," he nodded. "Ready to get back or do you have any other plans?"

"No, no, I don't have any other plans. I simply want to get back home."

Jake nodded and started the engine. Without saying a word, he drove you home. The job was done, so there was nothing left to say.

Once the two of you made it to your place, Jake left the limousine as the first to open your door.

"Thank you," you nodded at him. "Since your job is done and since I got everything Khonshu wanted, I think we'll part ways."

"I'm afraid he will decide and I know this simple thing won't be enough for him so I have to stay longer," Lockley declared.

You nodded. "Maybe you're right. Nevermind. Come on then." You opened the door with the key and asked, "Ya want a drink?"

"I would kill for a good whiskey. All they had was some shitty, fucking champagne," Jake murmured as he flopped on the couch to remove the tie that had been driving him crazy the whole evening.

"I only have Johnnie Walker or Jack Daniel's. Which one then?" You asked, closing the door on the lock and heading to the kitchen, still in your high heels. "You want some ice, too?"

Jake raised an eyebrow and responded, "Who drinks Whisky without ice? Whatever you choose will be fine."

"Actually, I do," you said, shrugging a tad. After putting a few ice cubes into a round glass, you poured the coppery liquid into it. You returned back to the living room to pass the glass to your guest.

"Well, you really are a weirdo," he said, accepting the glass. "At least you are la chica más hermosa."

"Thank you," you told him, taking a seat next to him.

Jake did not say a word as he drank from his glass. Lockley seemed curious if you would do anything interesting or if you would just sit and play the saint.

"Can I have a strange question?" You tapped his knee.

"Claro," Jake nodded, looking at you.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound desperate, but since you're here... Uhm, could you sleep in my room tonight?" You asked, blushing a bit, biting your lower lip.

Jake raised an eyebrow as he watched you. It was an interesting request. "You want a thug with blood on his hands sleeping in your room tonight?"

You improved your position on the couch, pulling your legs under your chin. "If you don't mind... And stop it, I apologized for being mean, Jake."

Smiling, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Ask nicely and I can think about this."

You rolled to your knees and looked at him. "Ask you nicely? Like that?" You asked, slowly straddling his lap, wrapping your shoulders around his neck. Only then did you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that okay?"

Pulling away Jake hummed, licking his lips while wrapping arms around your waist. "Well, I am not really sure. I did everything I could and this now? A kiss seems insufficient."

"What can I do for you to agree?" You whimpered kissing his jawline. "Please?" You gasped a bit at the firm grasp of his hands on your waist.

"Beg a little more and I may agree," Jake chuckled, playing with the material of your dress.

You whined quietly, next to his lips. "Jake, please. I don't want to sleep alone… I need ya..." You kissed him again, slipping one of your hands under his shirt.

"First of all, you could remove these hands," Jack said, simply grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands up. "I don't remember you getting permission to touch me."

You nodded and looked up into his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Buena niña. I hope you are really sorry," Lockley nodded, giving your wrists a strong squeeze. "Now. Get that ass to that bedroom of yours."

You jumped off his lap and off the couch, grabbing him by his large palm and leading him upstairs with you. You opened the door and got inside first, clicking off your high heels. 

"Look at you. So eager," Jake laughed softly. "What has gotten into you?”

"Nothing. I just, uhm, I'm so glad you agreed to join me," you smiled at him. "Do you want something to change into?"

"No, sleeping naked will be enough for me," Jake unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side before climbing on the bed with you. The man towered over you. "Hola muñeca."

You blushed at his words - imagining his naked form right next to you in your bed made you shiver a tad. "Hi," you whispered, watching his naked chest. "You're so handsome..."

"Conozco esto muy bien y cariño, eres tan sexy deja hacer que te vengas," Jake leant down and pressed his lips to yours, grabbing the back of your neck to be sure you won't pull away.

You moaned into the kiss. The way he manhandled you made your heart beat faster and your blood turn ice. Being drunk was the fool's anesthetic. It always put the primitive self in charge when it was the worst captain of all, and you cursed yourself because you had two or three glasses of champagne too much. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him a messy kiss back. It was probably the worst decision of them all to invite Lockley straight to your bed, yet you didn't care.

With a loud hum, he pulled away, licking his lips. "Look at you. So needy suddenly, I need to get you drunk more often." Your arms were easily untangled from around his neck as he began to move down your body, tease you through the material of your dress.

A sad whine escaped your lips at the lack of contact with his lips. "Jake..." You murmured, writhing a tiny bit beneath him. "Do you want me to take the dress off?"

Jake kneeled between your legs, thinking. He wouldn't mind fucking you in the dress, but ripping it in the process would be such a waste. "Go on. Be a good girl and take it off for me, Y/N."

You knelt as well, right in front of him only to get off the bed. With a gentle swing in your hips, you opened the zipper on the back, slipped the sleeves off your shoulders, and pushed the material down your legs, revealing the black-red set of underwear, stockings, and garters. Soon, the dress was kicked off your legs and you crawled back on the bed.

Jake was pleasantly surprised with what he saw, so maybe this job wasn't as terrible as he thought as long as you worked with him. "Look at you, Y/N. So pretty, but that's not enough. Underwear goes off as well."

You reached to your back, unclasping your bra took a brief moment, and it ended somewhere on the floor. Not being willing to get off the bed again you laid down on the mattress, raised your hips, and slipped your panties off.

"Not only pretty but also obedient. What a beautiful mix. I think I can say I am lucky tonight." Jake praised, towering over you again. "Tell me what my girl needs."

"I want you to get me wasted, Jake. I want ya to fuck me until I choke myself on moaning your name."

He returned to your stomach to place some more kisses on your skin before moving down. "First full of herself, now begging me to fuck her," Lockley mocked. "¡Es tan bonito!"

You looked at him, shivering slightly. "Jake..." Observing him descend on you made your heart race faster, and your breath became shallow.

Jake just hummed, waiting for you to continue whatever you wanted to say, but he never stopped moving until he got comfortable between your legs.

"You don't have to," you told him, propping yourself on your elbows, looking down at him.

"Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head quickly. "No, Jake, of course, I don't... Don't get angry."

Your legs were tightly clasped in his hand as he placed them on his shoulders. "Then don't make me angry, Y/N. I decide what I will do. Got it?"

At that point, you were shaking all over your body as you said, "Yes, Jake, I understand."

"Are you scared?”

"A little... it's been a long time since I shared my bed with a man."

Jake chuckled and shifted between your legs, wrapping his lips around your clit.

You laid comfortably on the bed, arching your back a little, gasping softly, sucking, and biting your lower lip. "Jake, oh my..."

"I ain't gonna play with you," he smiled and spat down on your pussy before his finger started teasing your entrance.

A moan rolled off your parted lips as you fisted the sheets, relaxing in his arms. "Jake!"

He teased you for a longer while, only to slip two of his thick fingers inside of you, groaning softly at your tightness.

You moaned his name loudly, feeling your eyes became watery as his fingers stretched you out. "Oh, Lord, Jake! So good, don't ya fucking stop."

While his thumb started to tease your clit, his fingers scissored inside of you.

You caught his hand, moaning. "Baby! Please, oh God, stop! I don't want to cum yet!"

"Since when you're the one making decisions, cariño?”

"Jake, please! Oh, God!" You screamed, arching your back more. "Please! I want to cum all over your dick, not fingers!"

"Who said you wouldn't? Do you think that one time will be the end of it?" He chuckled and replaced the thumb on your clit with his mouth.

"Oh my God!" You rolled your head back on the pillow again, slipping your hands into his locks. "Just like that!" You bucked your hips a little, trying to get as much friction as possible while he was eating you out.

Adding a third finger to your tight pussy, Jake continued to abuse your clit. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

With a loud cry, you cum all over his fingers, begging him to stop, panting loudly.

He hummed as he savored all the sweet juices you gave him. Then he pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Such a sweet mess."

"Let me repay," you begged. "I wanna suck your cock."

Jake shook his head as he got up from the bed to remove his pants. "Some other time, sweetheart. A few more minutes and I'll be fucking cum in pants like a fucking teenager."

Whining unhappily as you watched him getting undressed, you slipped your hand between your thighs to rub your slick folds. "Do I make you that hot?"

Jake sighed heavily as he looked at you, enraged. He reached for his pants and took out his leather belt. "I swear to fucking Khonshu, you will never learn to keep your hands where they belong, right?" Muttering this, he held your hands over your head and tied them together. "Brat."

You bit your lower lip, gasping. "I didn't do anything wrong, Jake!" You protested and a blush covered your cheeks. "I'm not a brat!"

As he joined you on the bed, he said, "You touched yourself without my permission so shut up."

You nodded eagerly, observing him, pressing your legs together.

Jake shook his head and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist. As he pushed his whole cock into you in one motion, he rested his hands on either side of your head. "Fuck," He growled. I love how tight you are."

You shut your eyes, cursing loudly as he stretched you painfully out. "Jake!" You wished you could wrap your arms around his neck, but it was impossible since he tied your hands up above your head.

"What? What is it?” He asked with a nasty smile, pushing his hips into you harder, torturing you even more.

"It's so fucking good, but I wish I could touch you," you whimpered slightly.

"I don't think you deserved that, cariño. You pissed me off a little when you tried to tell me what to do, and you touched yourself without my permission. Good girls don't act like this."

"I want to be a good girl," you moaned loudly, breathing hard as his cock was stretching your inner walls up.

"Do you really?” Jake questioned, rolling his hips into you a tad slower.

Rolling your head back, you could only scream his name, whining and moaning like a whore. "Yeah."

As he fucked you at a rough pace, he smiled and reached up to free your hands.

You cried his name on and on, looking him directly in the eyes, trying your finest to kiss all over his jaw while grasping onto his nape as Jake set a very rough pace. "I'll cum, love. I'll fucking cum!"

"Good. Bring it on, cariño. Cum all over my cock," Jake growled right into your ear. "I want you to milk my fucking cock with your sweet cum, cariño."

As your hands moved to his back, you pushed your nails into his skin, leaving red marks, while your legs tightened around his hips, trying to drive him deeper into you. When he called your name, you milked his dick with your juices, shaking all over your body. Your vision became blurry.

As Jake continued to fuck you hard, chasing his own release, he whimpered praises into your ear. He soon filled you up with his warm, thick cum with a loud growl escaping his lips. "Fuck."

You nuzzled his neck, moaning, stroking his nape slowly. "Jake... Oh, Jake, oh God."

"The next time, I think I need to get you some kind of gag. You whine so much that it gets annoying," Jake concluded, pulling away from you and taking the place by your side.

Looking at him sadly, you put your head to his chest. You knew he was mocking.

Jake wrapped his arm around you and hugged you tightly.

You kissed his cheek. This is what I need. Thank you. I promise not to be so whiny anymore. Cigarette?"

"La respuesta es afirmativa."

Despite your nakedness, you slipped out of his arms and left the room, returning with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, offering one to him.

Jake took a cigarette and sat up. "You're a good girl now."

As you sat next to him, you glanced at him slightly. "Can I do anything else for you?"

As he kissed your temple before focusing on his cigarette, he concluded, "That was enough."

You made heart eyes and laid your head on the pillow, gently stroking his tummy. "Jake?"

Lockley only hummed in response.

"Have you had many women before?" You asked shyly, making yourself comfortable on the bed.

He shrugged, letting out a cloud of smoke as he replied, "Most of them were random whores I picked up when I felt like fucking. Why? Don't worry, I am clean."

You whispered, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. You're just so skilled..."

Chuckling he nodded. "Muchas gracias. Glad you liked it."

When you finally got off your peak, you nuzzled your pillow, letting your breath get back to normal.

"You don't want to smoke?” Jake asked casually.

"Actually..." You smiled, sitting up.

"Here," Jake said as he offered you his cigarette.

Blinking, you took a drag and exhaled the smoke through your nose while returning the cigarette to him. "Strong ones."

He chuckled, "Not too strong for my little one?"

When you heard him use this particular word, your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head eagerly. Inhaling his scent, you moved a bit closer and rested your head on his shoulder. "No. Jake? Can you stay?"

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "You mean tonight? I didn't even plan to leave the bed."

"I didn't mean tonight only..."

"Sorry, little one, but it's not my decision. The stupid bird drags me around. All I can promise is that I'll be coming back here as often as possible."

"Thank you," you replied, looking at him with heart-filled eyes.

"Probably because you drank too much, that's why you acted like a schoolgirl on a high. It had to be that, right?" Jake joked, stroking your hip with his calloused palm.

He put the cigarette out in the ashtray and turned to you to kiss the top of your head. "Time to rest. My little one needs her beauty sleep."

You smiled a tiny bit and put your head back on the pillow like the good girl you were. You tried to stay awake as long as it was possible, to adore his features just for a little longer, but in the end, you drift into the peaceful slumber. Jake soon laid down himself and pulled you close against his chest, hugging you tightly. "Buena noches, nena."

quick drawing before going to sleep

i drew some dabi sketchs with touya hair , i liked this one so much so i drew it digitally ✨️❄️

I love them… SO much

dbhwks + shigs as cowboys/outlaws? hell yeah

Ominous mists || POV Bucky Barnes

Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn’t sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.

Warnings: None at this point.

Words: 548

Authors: Beast

A/N: I’ve decided to create my first Bucky’s POV story, hope y'all enjoy it.

“Who do you think you are?” Asks the voice deep inside his head.

I don’t know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they’re glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.

The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn’t mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.

He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.

Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.

“You’re nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed,” voice is getting louder and louder with every second.

SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You’re not real.

This time, however, the voice doesn’t seem to disappear. “Murderer. You’ve killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?

He gets up from the ground and hits the tree’s trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn’t pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.

But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You’re nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don’t ya worry, they’re coming for ya.”

He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He’s afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter’s trap. Are THEY really coming after him???

“Are you okay, sir?” An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. “Do you need help?”

He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.

“MURDERER.” The voice keeps humming. “MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!”

He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn’t care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn’t know anymore if he’s a human being whether a machine without emotions.

But there’s a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn’t recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.

“… till the end of the line…”

At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way…

Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.

MY NAME IS BUCKY BARNES!!!

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Night ✨Gown

Just want to paint all the translucent things~

Random dabihawks sketches

Catherine Deneuve photographed by Jerry Schatzberg, 1965 👼🍰