#I knew I had to snap it up! I want to play it that badly!

[souyaf]

Ⅰ. MAKING YOU SQUIRT.

#DRAKEN, BAJI, KAKUCHO, SANZU

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WARNING: this blog contains dark content.

+ CW: mean!sanzu, degrading talk, dirty talk, service dom!kakucho, praise

-ˏˋ KEN RYUGUJI.

champ of making you squirt accidentally

his cock is just too big. too much for your poor little cunt. and he knows it so he always makes sure to make sure you're prepared.

four orgasms later, a mess of your cum on his face and fingers, and he's finally sinking that beautiful, fat cock into you.

his eyes are locked on the way you swallow him, your warm little cunt sticky and twitching around him the deeper he goes. he waits for any sign that it hurts, that you need him to pause so you can take a break.

but it never comes.

instead, he feels you spasm underneath him, your walls licking around him like a vice as you wail. your legs kick and your back arches, your pretty lips letting out mindless cries of pleasure all while he's completely frozen, balls deep in your clenching little pussy.

no matter how many times it happens, he's always astounded. as if he's never able to get used to the way you so easily lose your mind over his cock.

you squirt all over him, coating his abs in an erotic sheen of your cum. he always stays still, lidded eyes watching you ride out the orgasm he didn't even try to give you.

"i hope you're not done," he grunts, "'cause now i'm gonna make you cum."

and he needs to cum real bad after seeing you lose yourself on his cock like some easy little slut.

-ˏˋ KEISUKE BAJI.

makes you squirt just because he's mean and likes to watch how embarrassed you get

“don’t hide from me,” he snaps, dark eyes fixed in a glare as he gripped the back of your knees, meanly pushing them to your chest, pure strength keeping you pinned in place.

you let out the sweetest little sob when he does it, making him audibly moan. you’re just so pretty, especially when you cry because he’s got you stuffed too full on his fat cock.

his thrusts were perfect, he knew exactly where to aim that gets you creaming and squirming beneath him. the broad grin on his lips sent a strike of fear through you -- it was always a mean, sadistic look that let you know that you were in for a rough time.

It was confirmed when he suddenly sped up his thrusts, heavy balls slapping against your ass. his blunt nails dug into the sensitive underside of your thighs, the feeling of your sweet little cunt squeezing and spasming around him so well almost too much for him to take.

“you gonna cum?” he grins, easily picking up on the way your whole body twitches and trembles, your eyes glassy as you stare mindlessly up at him.

you shake your head, “‘s gonna be m-messy!“

he laughs.

it’s funny you think he cares. that’s what he wants. it’s always what he wants.

“cum,” he snaps, that mean glare narrowing down at you once again. you sob, tossing your head back, “quit bein’ a brat baby.”

your entire body goes still for a moment, mouth falling open but no sound comes out. his eyes are locked onto your cunt -- your pretty little clit twitches and throbs as you start to gush, squirting all over him with every single thrust he delivers.

“atta girl!” he laughs at the humiliated whine that leaves your throat, “messy little baby, squirtin’ all over me like that...’s it feel good?”

-ˏˋ KAKUCHO HITTO.

makes you cum because he just wants you to feel good

two thick fingers stuffed inside your precious little cunt as you sat on his lap was the perfect way to spend your night. it had just been intended to be a movie and cuddle night but being finger fucked by your beautiful boyfriend was a much better alternative.

despite the palpable shyness that came with being completely nude while he was fully clothed, you still willfully spread your legs for him to play with your pussy.

you whine his name, back arching as your eyes rolled back in your head before realizing how badly you wanted to watch. with your head hanging between your shoulders, your wide eyes took in every perfect movement.

his pretty fingers spread your folds, circling your clit before slowly and carefully sinking into your pussy. your mouth falls open at the feeling and the sight of being stretched open.

with his chin resting on your shoulder, he watches his own fingers come out coated in your thick, creamy juices before fucking them back into your sticky little hole.

it was loud and lewd, the sound of your messy little pussy swallowing his fingers. but he didn’t seem to care, his hard cock pressing against your ass was definitely throbbing in arousal.

“‘m gonna cum,” you breathlessly warn, reaching down to wrap your hand around his wrist.

he hummed in your ear, “go ahead, show me how this pretty pussy cums, baby.”

his filthy words brought you to your end immediately. you wail out in pleasure, thighs twitching, your cunt squeezing his fingers so hard he had to pull them out.

as soon as he did, you gushed everywhere. he moaned at the sight of you squirting all over his lap. he played with your clit, moaning and whimpering in your ear the harder you came until you finally pushed him away.

he laughed softly at the sight of your twitching and trembling through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple, “my good girl, so pretty...”

-ˏˋ HARUCHIYO SANZU.

overstims you into squirting until you're in tears and begging him to stop

"ah, ah," he scolds, a sadistic little grin plastered across his face at the sight of you trembling beneath him.

there were tears in your eyes, just what he loved to see. when you cried because of him, because of the pleasure only he could bring you to.

"you were beggin' like a little bitch a little while ago," he snarls, "made me come home just to play with this filthy little cunt. now you're tryin' to run away? you know better."

you whimper, letting your legs fall open again just to hear the half-hearted praise he lets out at the sight of your pretty pussy on display for him once again.

when he stuffs his cock back into your pussy, you squeal and kick your legs out. you feel so sensitive from the numerous orgasms he's already fucked out of your poor little cunt.

but he wasn't letting up, not even letting you breathe even as you twitched and wailed at the overstimulation. he angled his hips just right, practiced movements that allowed his pelvic bone to grind against your clit just right.

your eyes rolled back in your head, your walls squeezing down around him as another orgasm washed over you.

"messy little whore," he snaps, teeth gritted as he watches you squirt, coating his abs in your cum like the good little girl you were.

you laid there twitching and trembling, cunt spasming around his still hard cock. large, calluses hands smoothed down your body, licking eyes with your tired, dazed ones that were rimmed with tears.

"you know we're not done though," he breathes, slowing starting to move again, "you know that right, dumb girl?"

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#tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #draken smut #baji smut #kakucho smut #sanzu smut #draken x reader #baji x reader #kakucho x reader #sanzu x reader #[+] — headcanons

[s0dium]

I have this theory that Yuuta is VERY sexually frustrated since he couldn't do anything while Rika was with him so could I please request him taking that out on you after the curse is broken? 👀 like he'd probably be so desperate and needy and cum like super quick but he's ready to go again straight away

Desperation

Needy!Yuuta x reader

A/n: OMG THIS HAD MY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. FUCK I LOVED THIS. I had so many ideas I literally sat staring at the screen for a couple minutes lol. Honestly this whole fan fic was just a mess of horniness. But please enjoy!

Warnings: Pussy drunk! yuuta, virginity loss, excessive cum/breeding kink, oral, orgasm denial, mutual pining, finger sucking

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You could ask anyone in Jujutsu technical college what their opinion was on Yuuta and they'd probably all say somewhat what of the same thing; that he was amazing. And in some ways its true. Yuuta was the ideal upper classman, with a powerful curse technique of his own and always willing to help train or simply talk to his underclassmates to make their day better. No one, not even his closest friends like you, maki or even inumaki would guess that under that cool exterior, Yuuta okkatsu was actually going insane. Sure, having a psychotic jealous blood lust crazed curse was mentally taxing in a plethora of ways but no one would guess just how sexually repressing it was. In the beginning when Yuuta was in his early teens, it wasn't a problem. He had no interests, especially not in women, besides breaking the curse that was attached to him. But things changed, yuuta grow older, into a hot blooded male with needs. Todou first introduced him to porn and he became enamored, then you came along that's when it all spiraled from there. To prevent you from a gruesome death at the hands of Rika, Yuuta suffered in silence. From declining your requests to hang out to keeping his eyes glued away from you when the two of you trained. Soon his only solace became roughly fucking his fist after every interaction, or despretly humping a pillow when you did something as simple as touch him. But this all changed when he finally broke the curse.

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You were ecstatic after hearing the news

Sure you were happy for Yuuta because you knew how badly he wanted to put his childhood love to rest. But you were also happy because now you could finally confess the feelings you had for the black hair boy without being mauled by a rampaging curse.

Since he got back from his mission you had been trying to get ahold of him all day to no avail; skillfully avoiding you or making up excuses that required him to be somewhere else. But right now you had him cornered as you stood infront of the door to his room, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Yuuta I know your in there, I just have something to tell you and I promise I'll go away." You say with a shake in your voice. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, maybe he didnt feel the same and this would ruin the friend ship you valued so much.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the door slowly open, and you look up to see dark naturally tired eyes bearing into you. He leans against the door and its then you realize just how much he's grown after he came back from Africa. The height difference is incredibly noticeable as was his muscle build, clearly the result from hours of intensive training.

"What's up?" Yuutas voice is deep, dark, suiting him entirely well.

You play with the hem of your jujutsu uniform skirt before taking a deep breath and raising your head to meet his piercing gaze with a sudden rush of adrenaline.

"I like you Yuuta! I know you probably dont like me back since you've been avoiding me all day but I needed to get it off my chest and I hope we can still be friends. And if you give me time im sure the feelings will die out but-" What you dont expect is Yuuta to cut of your rambling by attaching his lips to yours.

The kiss is sudden, hot and messy. Yuutas lips move fast against yours, not even sliding his tongue along your lips to ask for permission before shoving it in your mouth, a whine escaping his mouth as he does so. Spit is smeared along the ends of your lips and a string of liquid attaches to both of your tongues when he pulls back.

"Been avoiding you cuz I couldnt contain myself." Yuuta mumbles before diving back in to capture your mouth. He needed more, he needed to be closer, this wasn't enough. A big hand comes to tangle in your hair and press you impossibly hard against his mouth, while the other slides its self behind your knees to scoop you up like a princess and carry you into the room.

He doesn’t stop kissing you when he lets you down on the bed and crawls on top of you. You accidentally hike your leg so your knee brushes against Yuutas crotch making him moan. Suddenly he starts lowering him self onto your leg, dragging his clothed crotch up and down your lower thigh, full on humping it.

You marvel at how sensitive he is, little whines and moans escaping from his lips as he humped your leg. It was fascinating to have a big strong man such as Yuuta be turned into practically puddy in your hands after doing basically nothing.

"Please let me fuck you y/n, I promise ill do my best I just need you please."

And how could you stay no?

You nod and Yuutas eyes light up. Immedtaily he's lifting up your skirt, not even bothering to take off your underwear before ripping the flimsy fabric and diving face first into your dripping cunt. And God he thinks he's in heaven. You taste divine on his tongue he thinks, smell even better too. There's no technique to how yuuta eats you out, just licking and sucking like a starved man; saliva and your juices dripping down his chin. From the obcence amount of porn he watched he knows your clit is supposed to be somewhere on the top, and he knows he found it when he accidentally nudges on the pearl with his nose and your hips buck up with a loud moan. Immediately he's suckling on the meaty nub, swirling his tongue around it and letting spit pool onto it.

"Oh god yuuta m' gonna c-cum" Your voice has him moaning into your cunt and aggressively rutting his hips into the bed for relief. At this rate he was going to cum before you untouched, and that couldnt happen, no he needed to be inside you first.

Yuuta immediately relinquishes his ministrations on your pussy with a loud 'pop' making you whine at the loss of your release that was so close.

"Shh shh shh I know baby I just need to feel ya, need to feel ya squeeze my dick when ya cum first."

Yuutas pulling down his pants now, and you watch with wide eyes as his long length springs out; pretty angry red tip teeming with cloudy white precum that dribbled along the side of his girthy cock. You dont even have the chance to say anything before he's pressing into you making you whine at the pressure of his mushroom tip against your clenching hole.

He cant wait anymore, his body lurches forward and the moment he enters in you the wind is knocked out of him. You felt good? Try god like, Yuutas mind was in euphoria right now. His flesh light could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"Y-you gotta l-losen up baby or im gonna ah~"

It was all too much, he wasn't even fully in you yet and he was down for the count. More importantly though he needed to say something about the tension deep in his stomach, how it was building and building until it was as tight as possible. All that left him, however, was a strangled cry when it snapped, and among it he heard you gasp. He couldn’t look though, couldn’t open his eyes and ignore the colors he was seeing behind his eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. His skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing he could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over his body.

Thick ropes of cum shot deep inside of you, the warmth of it sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Yuuta did you just...."Yuuta looked entirely bothered. Hair tousled and face flushed from his orgasm and the added embarrassment of cumming in you so fast. "We can stop if you wa-"

"No!" Yuuta cut you off and yelled. "No not gonna stop" He said through gritted teeth and your eyes widen when you feel his already hard again dick continue to push into you.

The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldnt help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Yuuta was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being, he whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.

Unable to handle the sensation, you fall back, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Yuuta doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he's not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

"Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?"

You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair. His hips slapped against yours hard, and yours continued to move against his

Your cries and whimpers are like music to his ears and his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. There’s no warning when he comes.

As he blows his load, you feel his warmth soak your battered pussy. You’re wetter than ever down there, his milky semen leaking out as he continues to push into you relentlessly. Yuuta, unfazed by his ejaculate, keeps sliding his member in and out. His thrusts are not only slicker and frictionless with the help of his hot cum, but also noisier with the amount of liquid trapped inside of you.

He couldnt stop now. His body had kicked into auto pilot, a primal need for you setteled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. He couldnt hold back, he didnt want to hold back Yuuta was too far gone.

"Yuu! P-p-please slow down im gonna-"

Feverishly, your pussy tightens around his cock, your mouth opens but no sounds come out of it. Your orgams runs through your body like a lighting, igniting every single nerve just to come crashing into you in a wave of relief.

Your a mess now, drool decorating your cheeks and eyes glazed over as Yuuta continues to rut into you. Its all to much, your previous orgasm has your clit twitching and oversensitive but your too weak to push him away.

"M'sorry you just feel so so so good baby m'cant stop baby"

A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending

#yuuta smut #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen yuuta #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #sukuna x reader

[sugarcause]

hii!! if ur still doing some reqs, id like a corruption kink on thoma. something ab thoma being new to sex gets me going 😋

🔞 corrupting an inexperienced thoma ✉

includes: thoma precis: he didn't have a lot of knowledge under his belt, but you'd be honored to teach him. take note of: mirror sex, anal sex, rough sex, degradation, corruption, hair pulling, creampie, praise, raw sex, crying, nipple play, edging, sub!bottom!thoma, dom!top!reader reader gender: gn <3 voice mail: hehe hope you enjoy! tmi: walked down to my local convenience store and almost got run over

the sight in front of him was so lewd, the face he was making befitting of a whore.

he stared into the mirror at his reflection, his whole body on display as it was flushed and sweaty.

he had let you take complete control of him. thoma had told you he had no experience but in his words, he wanted to make you feel good too.

your cock was inserted deep within him, hugged by his tight walls as your hands fondled with his perky pink nipples. you pinched and squeezed them, watching as he let out gasps and squeals with every jolt of pleasure sent through him.

he was panting heavily as you slowly thrusted in and out of him.

you started off gently, but he couldn't help but be extremely aroused. what you made him feel was so perfect and he felt like he was slowly losing himself.

his mind turned to mush with how you were handling him. your length hitting every sweet spot he didn't even know existed sensually, taking your time.

"do you like that baby?" you muttered teasingly.

he could only moan, gasping out jumbled words, "f-fuck.. y-yes!"

he could see your satisfied grin behind him.

your hand gripped steadily onto his small waist, holding his body still as your pace slowly got quicker.

the other tugged at his ponytail, forcing his head upwards to make sure he didn't dare look away.

"you look so slutty like this. so perfect for me." you spoke into his ear as he bit his bottom lip. he wanted to be good for you.

you plowed into him, his hole loosening with your quick thrusts.

"you're taking me so well. it's like you were made for this. are you sure you didn't fuck yourself before taking me?" you teased as he moaned louder.

"n-no! only you..." he denied, barely stringing together a single sentence.

you used him like he was your toy. you somehow knew how to make him go crazy. it was as if you knew his body better than him.

your bodies were so close to each other, a blazing warmth being shared between the two of you.

he could feel the knot in his lower stomach slowly undo. his climax was nearing with every sensation.

"p-please keep going... 'm so close..." he whimpered.

you pulled his strands back even more.

"tell me how you feel first."

he blushed and hesitated until you teased him by making your hips move slowly.

he only whined, tightening around you even further. he needed you so badly and if it meant he'd have to debase himself, then so be it.

"i-i love your cock so much! feels s-so good, i need more! please fuck me harder!"

"good boy." you smirked, pounding into him immediately.

he looked so pretty like this, falling apart just for you.

gone was his shy personality. instead he was moaning out loud like a shameless slut. crying out for you to use him even rougher.

"i'm gonna cum! please!" he begged, not even sure what he was asking for at this point.

"cum for me. show me how obedient you are." you cooed.

your words hit the spot as he came all over the mirror in front of him, his eyes glazed as his back arched and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

he could hear you groan, "fuck, cumming inside of you thoma..."

he felt your seed fill him up to the brim as he watched your body press up against his in the mirror. he could tell he was getting addicted to how your cum felt inside him.

it was so filthy.

he looked a mess, messy hair clinging to his forehead as his limp cock leaked slowly.

he was snapped out of his daze as you moved your hand to slowly pet his head,

"you made me feel very good but there's so much more i have to teach you."

and he looked forward to it.

can i talk abt poetry w someone

#thoma x reader #thoma x male reader #thoma x female reader #thoma x gn reader #thoma smut #genshin impact smut #sub thoma #bottom genshin #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #bottom genshin impact #genshin smut #bottom thoma

[jakeysangel]

road head with steve rogers.

warnings- smut, oral (m receiving), face fucking, daddy kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia and praise. 18+ MINORS DNI

pairings- steve rogers x reader

word count- 1.2k

authors note- so this is the first piece of smut I've written in a while so apologies if it isn't great! once again going to tag @nsfwsebbie as she was the person who motivated me to finally finish this! thank you so much sab! ilysm bby! i hope you all enjoy this, I'm rather proud of it!

Steve prided himself on being an excellent driver, one of the first things he did after coming out of the ice was getting his license. Everyone he knew would say that he was an amazing driver, but today something was off.

If Steve had to pinpoint what exactly was off, he would've said that it was your soft hands running over his jean clad thigh. “Pretty please daddy… I've been so good for you” you whined in his ear. Steve's jaw clenched as did his grip on the steering wheel.

“You're playing a dangerous game, princess.” Steve muttered through clenched teeth. You didn't bother responding to him, you knew you were teasing him, and who could blame you. Steve had refused to fuck you before you two left, claiming he didn't have time since it was a long journey and you were already running late.

When Steve refused to acknowledge your wandering hands any more you took your teasing to a new level. With clumsy fingers you undid your seatbelt and leaned over the center console to paw at him further. Your soft fingers running over the growing bulge and you whining quietly in his ear. “Please, daddy… I need you so badly.” you practically moaned into his ear.

Steve stepped on the gas pedal a little more, trying to distract himself from your ever wandering hands, trying to ignore how badly he wanted to pull the car over and fuck you the way he wants to… the way he needs to. “Princess…” Steve let out a quiet sigh, “You know there's nothing more i want than to fuck you right here but we're on a tight schedule.” Steve tried to reason with you, once again through clenched teeth.

It was then you slowed your movements and smirked, “Who said you had to fuck me, daddy?” you countered whilst your hands moved to undo his belt. Steve's eyes went wide and quickly looked down to confirm what you were about to do, quickly snapping his eyes back to the road and pushing the gas pedal down a bit more.

Steve was just about to chastise you for being so reckless but his words got caught in his throat as you soft hand wrapped around his shaft, a giggle ringing in his ears as you got what you wanted. Steve's jaw ticked once again as your hand meticulously moved up and down his cock. “Eyes on the road, daddy. We're on a tight schedule, remember?” you teased again, Steve's words coming back to haunt him.

Without warning you leaned over and spat on his fat tip, letting your saliva drip down his shaft. Steve let out a groan, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. You placed soft kisses against his neck and behind his ear, never slowing the movement of your hand.

You shifted in your seat once again, temporarily stopping the movement of your hand to lean further over the middle. You licked your lips and Steve braced himself for what was coming, trying his best to focus on the road. You braced your hands on his thighs before lowering your head and giving a gentle kitten lick to the tip of his cock. Steve let out a low groan as you continued to lick the length of his shaft, tracing every inch and vein with the tip of your tongue.

You kept this up for a while before Steve grew impatient, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand and forcing you to finally take all of him in your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, the feeling only making Steve moan louder. You could feel tears form in the corner of your eyes as Steve held you at the base of his cock. “That's it, princess… so good for your daddy, taking me so well.” Steve mumbled out, utterly obsessed with the feeling of your throat closing around him.

The hairs at the base of Steve's cock tickled the tip of your nose as you struggled for breath. He took pity on you for a moment, loosening his grip on your hair and pulling you up for air. Steve smirked when he took his eyes off the road to look at you, “awe princess… why’re you cryin’? Thought this is what you wanted.” he taunted as fat tears rolled down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen. Steve placed a quick kiss on your lips before forcing you back down onto his cock. This time you moaned, the salty tang of his pre-cum taking over your tongue. You eagerly sucked on his cock like your life depended on it.

Steve moaned, squeezing the wheel again. If he were to squeeze the wheel any harder it would shatter under his grip. The car swerved for a moment as Steve let himself feel the full pleasure you were giving him, quickly straightening the wheel again and trying to stay focused, you weren't making this easy on him. Steve's hand now gently rested on the back of your head, allowing you to bob your head up and down his shaft, letting your tongue explore every curve and ridge.

You let your hand drop down enough to play with his heavy balls whilst you still eagerly lapped at his thick cock. Steve was willing to bet money on the fact that if he were to lean over and reach his hand into your underwear, you'd be dripping. And he'd be right, you were absolutely drenched and he hadn't even touched you yet.

“Fuck, princess. Doin’ so good for your daddy.” Steve moaned out, gripping the back of your hair once again. You moaned around him at the praise, the vibrations causing him immense pleasure. Steve bucked up into your mouth and you gagged around him again. This time he didn't show mercy, he bucked into your mouth again, loving the sound of you gagging around him. He let out a loud moan at the feeling of your throat fighting his size, ignoring it and fucking into your mouth anyways.

Tears streamed down your face as Steve fucked your face. His grip tightening on the wheel and your hair, “Fuck, princess. I'm so close. Doin’ so good for me, my good girl.” Steve moaned as the pace of his hips became sloppy, he was close. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into the back of your throat with a roar.

You stay at the base of his cock for a little while longer, waiting for the hot spurts of his come to finish. You slowly pulled off of his cock, sitting up straight and swallowing his seed. You smiled at him, “Thank you daddy” he ignored you, focusing on the road once again.

You pouted until you felt the car come to a stop. Steve turned off the engine before turning to you with an angered look on his face. “If you're not bent over the front of the car in the next thirty seconds princess you're going to be in even worse trouble.” you stared at him with wide eyes until he started counting. “One.” You quickly fumbled out of your door and bent over the front of the car, waiting for him to follow.

“Fuck the tight schedule.” he murmured to himself before getting out of the car. You were in for it now.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers #abi writes

[obnoxioussmiley]

Land Ho

Part 2 to Endless Ocean

Read Part 1 here

Pairings: Jake Lockley X Reader

Warnings: platonic Steven Grant interactions,

Summary: You run into a familiar face and realize it wasn’t goodbye, more like a ‘laters gators’.

Request: My friend I am in need of a part 2 to An Endless Ocean, where he comes back after Layla and Marc divorce 💕✨

Wait, what?

Stopping where you were, you whipped your head around to try and spot the man that just walked past you. Peeking through the mass of people, you barely caught a glimpse of the back of his head.

You wanted so badly to go after him, but decided against it. If it was him fronting, he would’ve stopped and said something. Right?

You were just about to turn and continue on your way, when he suddenly turned back around, looking you right in the eyes. It was such an intense look you felt chills.

And then you internally freaked out when he started making his way back to you. He stopped in front of you, a confused look on his face. “We know you from somewhere,” He stated, a strong London accent rolling off his tongue.

That was not the greeting you were expecting. “I- are you, uh, Marc?” You questioned carefully.

“See I told you,” He said looking into a nearby shop window, seemingly to himself. “Well it’s not me, I don’t know her.” He glanced back at you, “How do you know Marc- me! How do you know me?”

Blinking at him, you picked out the right words, “I had a friend who knew...you.” The man who looked exactly like Jake made a skeptical face, thinking it over.

“Who?” He asked, as if testing you.

“Um, his wife,” You responded, recollecting yourself. Playing it off, you asked, “How is she? It’s been awhile since we talked.”

He made an uncomfortable face. “She’s fine. Not too happy with the divorce though.”

Divorce. The word echoed in your head and you had to stop that train of thought from going anywhere. You hadn’t seen him in years, you cannot be jumping to conclusions.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry to hear about that,” You frowned, “That’s gotta be rough.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s for the best.”

It was quiet for a moment, neither person knowing what to say. Though he was looking through the shop window again, seeming deep in thought.

You spoke up, “Uh, how did you recognize me?”

Marc jumped a little at your voice. “Oh! I found this photo of you,” he dug into his pocket for his wallet, “in our stuff- my stuff, sorry.” He pulled out a small 2.5 X 3.5 photo, holding it out. “It must’ve been hers and got mixed up with me.”

You took the small photo from his hand, nostalgia flooding your senses. You remember when Jake took that of you on your birthday in the bar. With the widest grin on your face and drink in hand, it was an amazing night. And it was actually the night where you first realized you had fallen for the guy, the one who seemed to hate everyone but you. He really kept this after so long.

Looking up at him, you stared into his eyes wondering if he knew you were there. He stared back, an unreadable look in his face.

Snapping out of it, you laughed, “Sorry, I just can’t believe she kept this after so long.”

He laughed a little, “Yeah, a bit funny, innit?”

You were going to give it back when you caught yourself, “Do you mind if I kept this?” It would be one hell of a conversation if he were to ever mention this to Layla.

He shook his head, “Oh, no not at all. I doubt she’d want me to give it back to her myself.”

“Yeah, that’d be a bit weird, huh?” You tucked the photo into the pocket of your jeans for safe keeping.

“So how did you know each other?” He asked, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

You smiled, “We both used to go out for drinks to the same bar all the time. She was my drinking buddy.”

“Oh, cheers!” He enthused, “That sounds like quite the time.”

“It was,” you reveled in the memories. You hadn’t noticed it much lately, but you missed him. You really missed him. “It’d be nice to meet up with her again.”

He smiled back, “Well, who knows? Maybe you’ll run into her again like you did me.” You opened your mouth to talk some more, she he suddenly checked his watch. “Oh, bollocks, I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go.” He started walking away, “It was lovely chatting with you!”

“Same here,” You responded, turning to continue your walk back home.

You spent the rest of your day lost in your thoughts, replaying the conversation. No matter what he said, that clearly wasn’t whoever Marc was. Probably a new alter, or new since you’d last seen him. And he looked absolutely exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days.

And he was divorced. It was selfish, but you couldn’t help feeling a little happy. However it had been a few years since you last saw and talked to Jake. Who knows if he missed you. Maybe the photo had just gotten lost in his stuff and he didn’t mean to have it this whole time.

Still, a part of you had hope. And so you ended up sitting in your seat at the counter in the bar, ordering your usual drink. You highly doubted anything like him showing up would happen, and told yourself that’s what the drink was for. Soon it was closing time. Paying your tab, you grabbed your coat and left the bar, starting your walk home.

“Excuse me, miss?” You froze in your tracks. “I believe you have something of mine.”

Turning, you saw the same man as before, but now with that familiar smirk on his face and that same old New York accent. You bit back the grin trying to make its way onto your face.

“Oh, do I?” You asked, tilting your head innocently.

He walked closer, licking his lips, “Yes, ma’am. And don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk home alone this time of night?”

You hummed, taking a look around as he stopped in front of you. “Unfortunately, my guard dog ran away from home a few years back.”

“What a shame,” he looked at you with that flirty look in his eyes. “You gotta beware those pick-pocketers.” He reached out, catching his finger on your belt loop and tugging you towards him. He was close, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as he pulled the wallet photo of of your pocket.

He held it up between your faces, “Mine.”

“Yours,” You responded, then paused, “Or formerly yours, I believe it was Layla’s last.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back in exasperation, “I can’t believe those idiots just gave it to you.” He gave you a tired look and you smiled.

You brushed his curls back with your fingers, “I can’t believe you had that this whole time.”

He closed his eyes at the feeling. “Mmm, how else was I supposed to stay sane all this time?” He joked, but you could tell it was sincere. “I could use a drink.”

“You look like you could use some sleep.”

“Your place or mine?” He teased and you gave him a look. Putting a hand in your waist, he turned you around, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

It was a quiet walk, neither of you really knowing what to say. But it was comfortable. You caught him staring once or twice, but instead of looking away he just gave you that same playful grin.

Stopping at your apartment door, you faced him, “Thank you, Jake.” You gave him a gentle smile, “I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?” He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. “How badly?”

You rolled your eyes, “I take it back.”

He pouted, “That’s a shame, I was gonna say I missed you too.”

“Uh huh.”

“I did, I really did,” He insisted.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, egging him on, “Prove it.”

Jake didn’t waste a second, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you in. He kissed you like his life depended on it, with such an intensity it took you by surprise and it took a few seconds to recoil. But once the feeling settled in, your arms found their way around his neck.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, eyes still closed for a moment. “God, I missed you,” He muttered out. “The last few years have been crazy without you.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, pulling away to unlock your apartment door, “Well why don’t you come inside for a drink and tell me all about it?”

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[erodasfishtacos]

I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Or

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

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YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

-

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

-

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

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[locker42]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could maybe do a jj maybank angst? Reader and jj fight and he get real aggressive and all and reader flinches and he notices? Thx ;)

Stains

Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs, blood.

Word count: 1420

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader.

I am really proud of this one, I hope you’ll like it! There will be a part two.

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You leaned your hands on the kitchen counter, throwing your head forward to try and calm yourself, breathing deep. You gripped the edge of the counter stronger as you heard his foot steps getting closer to you.

“So what you’re just going to walk away? Like nothing happened?” He asked, hoping to get some response from you. But you didn’t look up. You knew better than to fight JJ when he was mad and slightly drunk. The stupid fight started two days ago after he found out that you had been staying with Barry for the last week. After you finally ran from your dad after 10 years of abuse, you had no choice but to stay with him. Yes, you could’ve stayed at the Chateau but running to your childhood friend, the one who knew everything about you and what you were dealing with, who would let you stay for a few days without asking anything. It made it the easier option that night you ran, and it was closer. You had a stab wound and didn’t want any prying questions so you rushed into making a decision. You didn’t regret it, but as soon as Luke saw you at the caravan and told JJ he saw ‘his son’s pretty little thing in the wrong hood’, let’s just say the blonde was furious.

“Nothing did happen, I just stayed at his place for a few days.” You said and rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious right now?” He said in disbelief. “You expect me to just be okay with you staying with my dad’s drug-“

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” you cut him off, “I just want you to take a second and think rationally.”

“‘Think rationally’? Who the fuck are you playing, huh? Because it sure as hell isn’t me.”

“I just needed some place to stay-“

“Why?!” He yelled, making you jump. He noticed it but acted like he didn’t, letting his anger and curiosity get the best of him.

“Because I had a huge fight with my dad and I didn’t want to be there anymore.” You said in a stiff voice. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Why didn’t you come to the Chateau, there’s plenty of space here. And you know John B wouldn’t mind. Hell, you could’ve came to me, Y/N, your fucking boyfriend!”

You stayed quiet although your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode. Flashbacks of your dad coming to you. You shook your head and tried to clear your mind.

“I know, JJ, I know but I just-“ you couldn’t say it, no matter how much you loved and trusted him you just couldn’t get the words out.

“You just what?” He snapped, making you look up at him and meet his eyes. You wanted to tell him, make him understand. You knew he would. But you felt like a liability. He already had his shit to deal with, he didn’t need yours as well. You wanted to tell him but the only words that came out were, “I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was so weak you didn’t recognise it.

“You can’t do what?”

“This-this thing, I-I just-“ in your head, you saw your father, yelling at you and feeling the pain of his hands on you. But in your eyes, you saw the guy you loved the most, the one you always counted on after not trusting anyone. It’s pity your mind has more power than your vision.

“So you’re just going to walk out on me, not even explaining to me why? You’re going to leave me after not even talking to me? After you spent seven fuck days with him?!” You saw his veins on his neck popping. “Tell me!” He yelled and slapped him hand on the counter with force, making a loud bang ran through the Chateau. You flinched, badly. Usually, you hid your flinches, already used to it. But you couldn’t hide that one, not when you were this afraid. He, of course, saw you flinch and immediately stepped back, a confused yet heartbroken expression on his face, tears already falling down on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You voice broke, you looked down and gulped, knowing what was coming next.

“I-“ he couldn’t find the words, he wasn’t sure if there was something to say. That flinch, the terrified look on your face, the shaking, he knew it too well.

“Y/N-“ he stepped forward, wanting to get you close to him, to assure you he was never going to hurt you. Christ, even the fact that you thought he was going to put his hands on you made him want to punch himself.

“Don’t.” You said, clearing your throat. “I just need to breath for a second.” And you tried to, taking deep breaths but you couldn’t get any oxygen into your lungs. You couldn’t breath, the dizziness making you almost fall, but he caught you, holding you to his chest. And even though you didn’t want him to, you wished to be held by him for an eternity.

You sobbed to his chest, holding his shoulders for your dear life, nails scratching his arms. But he didn’t mind, he couldn’t even feel the pain. The only pain he felt was yours. Hearing your sobs, feeling your whole body shaking, that was enough for him to visibly wince.

Eventually, you managed to calm down a little. He moved you to the pull out and laid with you, still holding your body to his chest, refusing to leave you. He ran his hand through your hair, twisting the ends of it. Running his fingers down your arm, lifting the short sleeve of your shirt to reach your shoulder. Softly touching the skin of your waist that was exposed due to your shirt riding up. Leaving feather kisses on your forehead. Your clothed legs tangled with his. He needed to touch you to remind himself you were still here. He knew there was an explanation, there always was. He wanted to find out who did this to you, who damaged you like that, and kill them. But he didn’t want to push you, knowing you needed your time.

The other part of him told him to leave you. Not from hate or the will to leave you, but from fear and knowledge. The knowledge that you didn’t deserve him, that he could have hurt you today. You, Y/N, the person he would do anything and beyond for, who he loved more than he loved his own mother. He could have hurt you. And the thought it self made him shake from fear. Fear of his own actions, of his own anger. He knew he carried his father’s anger issues, he knew that once he was angry, he was violent. And his worst fear was that someday, he would be violent towards you. And he knew wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that.

He listened to your heartbeat, to your breathing, feeling your chest moving against him. And took in the small your sigh as you finally fell asleep. He closed his eyes, trying to relax himself and fall asleep beside you, but his thoughts kept on running. He opened his eyes and ran his free hand down his face, wiping the tears that have fallen. He felt his breathing starting to unease, knowing well he was going to have a panic attack.

Careful not to wake you as he slipped from underneath you, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his face in his hands, looking down. He couldn’t close his eyes because when he did all he saw was your terrified face, flinching away from him. He eyes fell apon a dark stain on the lower side of his shirt, barely visible in the dark. He got up and walked to the bathroom, switching on the light. In the mirror he saw the color of the stain, red. He instantly lifted up his shirt to make sure he wasn’t bleeding, but found no source for the blood. His mind clicked with understanding as he marched to you. He slowly lifted your shirt, noticing a stain on your shirt as well, he examined your stomach. His eyes went wide and his face went pale as he saw a big bandage on your stomach, stained with blood as well. Your blood.

What the fuck?

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[theinariakuma]

Breaking the Assistant (𝟭𝟴+)

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Rated: NSFW

Genre: Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

TW: Dark Content, Noncon, Dubcon, Mind break, Drugging, Drug Use, toy use, anal toys, anal sex, use of word "cunt", slight knife play, kidnapping (reference), being held hostage/prisoner, skull fucking, forced orgasms, gunplay, threatening with a gun, spitting, threatening, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, pet, etc), Stockholm, Noncon filming, noncon photography, exhibitionism, breeding, facials, degrading, mild praise, forced submission, fingering cum back inside, spanking, m!masturbation, vouyerism, toxic mindset, slight aftercare, f! masturbation, pussy slapping, squirting, creampie, Dom!Kisaki, Sub!Female!MC, one-sided Mikey/F!MC

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Eyes watched the girl before him, lips curling into a smirk as the light glinted off his glasses. Bonten's precious little assistant.

She was still new; no real information would come from her. At least… useful information. But he didn't want that. He wanted her the moment Shuji tried to hide her from him.

The day Shuji joined Bonten, he'd been scouted by Mikey. Despite Mikey's anger towards the incident years ago, he knew Hanma was the best at what he did and needed him.

Kisaki thought that Shuji would be his in to keep track of Mikey and Bonten. But the day she arrived. Innocent, naïve, and so fucking beautiful…

"They did well," Kisaki commented as he looked at the young woman, her hands above her head, bound in leather and attached to a line of chain strung up to the ceiling.

His finger stroked along her abdomen, watching as she tried to pull away from his touch on her bare skin. She was left on her bra and panties, but the rest of her clothes had been removed.

"I always figured you to be a pink kind of girl." He'd pulled a pocketknife from his back pocket, bringing it to the strap at her shoulder once his fingers stopped at the center clasp of her bra. The blade cold against her skin, urging a whimper from her throat into the gag between her teeth. He'd twisted the blade upward, pulling it until the strap snapped against the sharpened edge, the torn edges falling limp before he repeated the action on the other side.

Her panties were next, once the clasp of her bra was undone, he threw it aside, trailing the knife down along her soft skin, loving how she whimpered and whined, but she was afraid to flex away as the sharp, cool steel trailed a line down her belly before cutting through her panties at the hip. The one side slackened enough that they fell down her legs.

"Why are you so wet?" He taunted her, trailing the knife carefully down until the tip was at her slit, just enough that her arousal gathered on the tip before he pulled it away, putting it in his pocket before bringing his fingers to her cunt. "If you want to get away so badly, why are you so wet?" He mocked, a finger pushing into her cunt, letting her own arousal be her only prep as his finger roughly thrust in and out of her.

Her moans were pitiful as his finger slammed up into her tight hole, abusing her cunt as he pushed a second one into her. "Come on now, don't tell me you're already about to cum? I thought you hated this?" He mocked how only moments earlier she'd been trying to pull away from his touch and now she was trying to buck her hips towards his fingers.

"What a pathetic little slut." Kisaki scoffed as he felt her walls clench and flutter, watching as her knees buckled and she became unsteady on her feet as she came. Drool slipped from either side of the ball gag in her mouth as she came messily over his fingers. Slick-covered fingers pulled the gag from her mouth, the red ball hanging at her throat before his fingers shoved into her mouth. "I want them clean, you little bitch." His voice was firm as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth, rubbing them against her tongue. Each time his fingers pushed down at the back of her throat; a loud gag was forced to leave her.

Seeing her like this brought a sadistic sense of pleasure… He couldn't help but wonder how many ways he could break her before Mikey tried to come to save her.

"Who do you belong to?" His hand grasped her chin, looking at her. Her glassy eyes looking at him, her saliva-covered lips parting.

"Fuck you!" She snapped after spitting in his face, saliva decorating the lenses of his glasses.

"Let go!" Her body writhed in the grasp of the two 'captains' of Kisaki's gang. Her legs kicked, her body twisted, and tried to pull from the grasp of the men.

Kisaki was waiting, talking on the phone as he watched them shove the woman into the room before pulling the door shut.

"We'll discuss this further later." He ended the call, looking at the furious woman.

"How dare you, you sick son of a bitch!" She snapped, storming towards him, and without hesitation, she swung her hand.

The flat of the palm struck his cheek. And while the smack stung, it only made Kisaki more determined.

She was far better than Hina.

Realization of what she caused didn't click until she heard the click of his thumb sliding the safety off from his gun.

The gun was moved to her forehead. "Kneel." The demand was short, sharp. Those large eyes, petrified as they looked up at him.

"That's a good girl. Just need to get the right bit of fear inside you to make you learn your place it seems." Kisaki smirked as his hand moved with her slow movements as she knelt.

She couldn't speak, her eyes locked on the man's wrist, on the handle of the gun pressed to her forehead. She was trembling, fear running through her.

"Open your mouth."

Even though she wanted to fight back, her body wouldn't respond, her lips parting, only slightly.

He didn't make a comment, instead, he pushed the gun between her lips after he pulled it away from her forehead.

"Since you like to mouth off so much, show me what this little whore mouth can do." Kisaki smirked, pushing the barrel of the gun into her mouth. The moment the metal was slipping along her tongue. When it was too much and she started pulling back, his other hand caught the back of her head. "I didn't say you could pull away."

The long-sided pistol pushed down into the back of her mouth, making her gag. Saliva coated the metal as teary eyes looked up at him. One of his hands was holding her head in place as the other forcibly pumped the barrel in and out of her mouth— She was very aware that his finger stayed on the trigger the entire time. One wrong move was all it took…

The barrel was drawn from her lips, drenched in her saliva. He loved how her eyes lingered on it as she tried to sputter to get the metallic taste off her tongue. He didn't turn the safety off, just set it next to him as he beckoned her closer.

She had no choice but to obey, carefully crawling towards him. Part of her hated the fact that she was excited by all of this. As much as she tried to fight it— Kisaki was handsome, he was dominant, and he put her in her place… He made her drip and clench with need, and she hated every second of it.

“Open.” The demand was simple, and with reluctance, her lips parted once again. The small parting of her lips was far from enough, so Kisaki instead took his fingers and forced them into her mouth, forcing her jaw down, making her mouth open wider. “Keep fighting what I tell you, and I will grab a gag out of my desk drawer.”

She looked up at him, brows furrowed, she wasn't sure if he had one or not. She, however, didn't want to risk it.

Her mouth opened wider, tongue poking out slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she whimpered slightly, watching Kisaki undo his pants. His cock was long and hard, the tip flushed and the veins throbbing.

How could such a terrible man have such a good-looking cock?

His hand guided his cock to smack against her cheek, making her jump slightly, not expecting it… and she sure didn't expect him to push his cock into her mouth—his hands pulling her head from the back, hugging her until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.

Her hands smacked and pushed at his pelvis as she gagged, choking on the girth of his cock. When it seemed like he finally was letting up, instead he held her head in place, slamming his cock into her mouth in rough thrusts that made her lips smack against his pelvis as his cocktip pushed down into her throat. Bubbles of foamy saliva leaking from her lips each time she gagged.

Her eyes watered, tightly squeezing shut when he pulled back. Her trembling hands on his pelvis to keep him back as she coughed and sputtered, drool coating her chin.

Shimmering eyes and saliva-glossed lips filled his view and Kisaki couldn't stop his smirk. His leg slid between her parted knees as he dragged her head back down on his cock. He loved feeling her throat clench around his cock every time she gagged, and her fighting him only made it better when he fucked that pretty throat of hers. His fingers digging into her hair, messing up the earlier smoothed down strands as he slammed his cock in and out of her throat… every gasp for breath, gag, and choke pushing his excitement further.

It was when he felt her needy little cunt through her panties grinding against his leg that he saw beyond all her protest. She was getting off on this. His pathetic little slut.

"Look at you." He yanked her off his cock, watching as despite looking at her messy face, she was still pathetically grinding into his leg. "You are so fucking pathetic. Fucking humping my leg like a bitch in heat."

His leg lifted a bit, making her whine as she moved her hands away from his hips to grasp his knee, rolling her hips to grind into him. Once she'd started… The friction was too good, it felt too good.

"I didn't say you could stop." His hand grasped her by her hair, tangling his fingers in the already messy strands. When he dragged her head back down, she didn't hesitate in letting her jaw drop open as he pushed his cock back into her mouth. Her hips bucking and grinding against him. His hips rolled idly, holding her down to his lap as his cock tip was against the back of her throat, drawing out soft gags from her.

Her wet eyes opened, looking at him as tears started to spill, her hands pushing at his knee. Her fists began weakly pushing at his hips. Whenever she'd seem to gain some ground in pulling back, his hand would pull her head back down, cock stuffed into her throat making her loudly gag.

Each squeeze of her throat made his cock twitch, and his balls feel heavier. "That's it…" Drawing his leg away from her cunt, she tried to chase after him. The action made him smirk. Whether she believed it or not, she was starting to break.

"Fuck…" His head fell back, both hands gripping her head, forcing her up and down the length. "That's it… That's my slut…"

She couldn't help but shiver, the sounds of his moans made her cunt clench and ache, yet when she tried to press into his leg again, he drew back.

She couldn't protest, not until he pulled her head back. The moment she was about to speak, to protest, her eyes landed on his shaft. Slick with saliva, almost pulsing with need… the tip flushed and his hand firmly stroking his length.

"Open wide." His demand was strained as pleasure made his voice rough. Automatically, her lips parted, unlike the first time, she opened her mouth wide, tongue slipping out, wanting to capture any of her reward it could.

The first splatter of his warm cum on her face made her ache, but the submissive side of her was pleased. She was being marked with his cum, being rewarded with it.

Her cheeks, nose, lips, tongue, and even the tops of her breasts were coated in the sticky, thick seed in random shots.

The small bead that lingered on the tip of his cock had her swallowing what was on her tongue before leaning in to lick it, cleaning every drop Kisaki had to give her.

"That's a good girl." His praise, when she looked up at him, licking her lips, suddenly feeling shame where she once felt delight. "Now, head back to your room. Daddy needs to get back to work. I'll see you soon."

When she left after wiping her face clean with tissues on his desk, she felt anger boil in her belly. He'd used her and left her aching. Slick dripping down her thighs, her belly tightly coiled with need.

He'd neglected her needs.

Kisaki walked into the room she'd been staying in, making sure to lock the door behind him. Someone would stand guard outside, so they'd unlock the door. It minimalized her ability to escape.

"Ah. Now, now." He chuckled when she'd gone to hit him. He wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to hurt him or because she thought he had a key. Silly girl. His hand caught her wrist when she went for a second hit. The first took him by surprise.

Overall, her fire excited him.

His hand gripped her jaw roughly, enough to force her mouth open. He took the opportunity to return her spitting in his face the day prior by spitting in her mouth. He doubted she even noticed the subtle shift of her body, how her tongue instantly pushed towards his saliva.

"I'm going to fuck you today. I'll even be nice and let you choose sweetheart." His thumb brushed her cheek. "That pretty, slutty cunt of yours… Or that tight little ass?" His grin was vicious as he watched the blood drain from her face.

"M-my… my ass...." Her voice was a whimper. She didn't trust that he'd pull out and the last thing she'd ever want was for Tetta Kisaki to cum inside her.

He almost frowned, but then again, this would be fun either way. He shifted his hand to his pocket, moving to bring out a capsule pill and, instead of pushing it down into her mouth, his thumb pushed inside her mouth, pushing her to give up as he popped open the capsule, the powder coating the underside of her tongue.

He watched her face screw up in distaste at the bitter flavor. But directly under her tongue would absorb faster. It was a drug he and his gang had been working on since they got a chemist on their payroll— a new form of date rape drug.

He watched her sputter once he released her face, “What was that?!” He didn’t reply, just watching her. Instead, he pulled her closer, his hands skimming down her sides. Lifting her shirt up over her head. With her bra destroyed the day before, they hadn’t given her a replacement.

The sudden cold on her breasts made her gasp, his tongue moving to press to one of her nipples that instantly hardened under the sharp cold air. The warmth of his tongue against the hardened bud made her eyes flutter, but her hands were pushing at him, trying to push him away.

Her hands were trembling as they gripped at his hair, trying to yank him away, but when he nipped at one of the buds, she gasped again. Her cunt was clenching, a burning ache forming in her belly. Unlike last time, he drew her panties down slowly this time, getting them out of the way. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the slight weight of them, the way it peeled away from her cunt, silvery threads of slick connecting her to her soaked panties.

When had she gotten so wet?

Kisaki chuckled as he looked at how drenched she was, the drug already taking effect. His fingers slipped along her drenched folds, earning a sharp cry from her lips. With the heat from his mouth that was now suckling one of her nipples and the fingers stroking her folds, her legs were starting to quiver.

"Such a little slut. Was your body this needy? It hasn't even been five minutes and I doubt this is just the drug in your system." His voice was mocking as he looked up at her, soon grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud in his mouth.

His fingers, drenched in her slick, didn't hesitate in pushing into her tighter hole, loving the whimper that it ripped from her lips as he used her own slick as lube to help prep her for what he was going to do. Each pump of his fingers, the way they opened and closed in the scissoring motion to stretch her out made her cling to him, gasping— whining with need.

Her body was hot, and without meaning to, a line of drool was trailing down her chin. His fingers working her ass felt so good, it made her cunt clench each time they sank into her. “Look at what a mess you’re becoming, baby. I’m only fingering your ass and you look like you’re about to cum.” He was right, she was. She was a mess. She was pathetic… and she wanted more.

“M-more…” Her lips parted in the soft demand, “M-more Kisaki…”

The laugh that came out of his mouth made her belly twist with anxiety. “I knew you’d give in sooner or later.” Even if the drug was helping her decision, he didn’t really mind. Because with or without it, she’d break. It was just going to be sooner rather than later.

She found out that Kisaki was stronger than he appeared. His arms moved to lift her up so she was facing away from him. His arms held her up in a full nelson. She’d never felt so exposed, yet every time she felt his cock press against her the nervousness of being held like this melted away into a burning need.

A pathetic whine escaped her lips when he started pushing into her. Her eyes blurred as his cock sank into her ass, stretching her open. "Too much!" He was bigger than expected, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain that had her cunt dripping.

Kisaki just chuckled in her ear as he began thrusting in and out of her, using her slick as lube. "Then I guess you'll just have to break." His voice was low in her ear.

Each thrust made her gasp and whine, squirming as she was folded in half in his grasp, and how her cunt was being neglected. Never had she regretted a decision so much before… She moved her fingers to her exposed cunt, almost ashamed by how wet she was… but she couldn't help but drive them in and out as his cock stretched open her other hole.

As much as she'd like to say the drug Kisaki gave her took away all her resistance, she knew she abandoned it of her own accord to quell the fire that her need caused deep inside her.

"Look at you…" Kisaki, from his position, could only glimpse her face, her expression twisted with pleasure and need. "Desperate for a climax." His thrusts grew rougher as he spoke. The feeling of his cock and her fingers, she was too full but not full enough at the same time.

"Who do you belong to, slut?"

"I-I don't…" She started, almost sobbing the moment he began pulling out. "N-No! Don't stop!" She protested, trying to push her body back to follow the cock as he pulled from her.

"Then who do you belong to?" He didn't stop pulling out, instead, having his cock flush to her body, but not inside her.

"You! I belong to you! Please, please don't stop! I need you!" Tears were rolling down her face, her need desperate.

Kisaki smirked as he tightened his grasp on her before roughly pulling her to him when he thrust up. The sudden force and strength of his thrust had her sobbing in relief as the thrust pushed her desperate body over the edge.

She came hard, her body spasming and trembling, eyes rolling back onto her head as her fingers withdrew from her cunt as she came.

She was too far lost to realize, but the first climax he gave her, had made her squirt.

"That's right. You're mine. Only mine. These holes belong to me."

She could do nothing more than whine, babbling incoherent sounds of agreement.

Her breathing hitched slightly, her body pressed firmly to the desk, her head against the cold wood. Kisaki had summoned her to his office. It was really the only time she got to see beyond the four walls of her room.

Kisaki’s office was on the top floor of the building. She didn’t know how he even had this much money, but it had a stunning view of Tokyo. Enough that…. Even though she hated his touch, if it meant she got to see the outside world, she’d take whatever was thrown at her.

“F-Fuck…!” Her breath hitched. Fingers, drenched in lube, were slowly pushing in and out of her ass. Her nails dug into the wood of his desk as he slowly fingered her tight hole, trying to coax it to relax. Brief flashes from the other day that he’d stuffed his cock into that very opening made her belly twist and her cunt drip with desire.

She would never openly admit to how much she loved it.

Then again, she didn’t have to with the way she was moaning now. Kisaki’s fingers took care of her this time, gentle strokes that eased her body up, stretching her open with a scissoring motion.

He’d never been gentle before…

“That’s a good girl.” He’d never done that before either. The sudden praise and gentle touching had her mind whirling more than the pleasure. He’d been brutal, yet those small actions had her heart fluttering in her chest.

The moment his fingers withdrew from her, the neediest of whines left her lips. “N-No!” Her protest only earned a small laugh from the man.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, my pet.” Something smooth and warm was pressed to her ass. It was no doubt held in his hand to not be cold and smeared with more lube.

The rounded spade shape of the plug was slowly pushed into her, making her lips part as a loud moan left her lips. Inch by inch it stretched her open, her eyes screwing shut as she felt like she was at her limit before it was suddenly completely inside her.

The slight stretch snug inside her had saliva pooling in her mouth. It already felt so good… so when said toy began humming inside her, a choked gasp of surprise was all that came out of her.

“That’s a good pet.” His hand patted her ass before he pulled back, her head turning so she could glimpse him.

“I was so nice and gentle, making sure you were worked up enough to take that. So now you have to be a good girl and take this too.” The fat head of his cock brought reality crashing down on her.

The cold splash of sense had her alert. He wasn’t gentle or caring. He just wanted to break her. “No!” When she pushed herself up onto her arms, they buckled only seconds later.

Despite her protest, his hands grasped her hips and firmly dragged her back as he thrust forward. The tip of his cock pressed firmly to her cervix. Too full, she was beyond full with both his fat cock stuffed inside her and the plug.

Her choked moans filled the spacious office, her nails clawing at the desk as each thrust dragged nearly all the way out of her before slamming back inside her. Kisaki moved his hand away from her hip to the phone faceup on his desk, fingers sliding along the screen.

As Kisaki slid his finger up on the screen, the vibrations of the plug began growing stronger. “S-Stop! I-I’m going to cum!” She wanted to fight against him, but all the strength was leaving her, her body barely able to push back against him as he slammed his cock in and out of her trembling cunt.

“I have no intention of stopping, pet.” His lips pressed to the back of her neck, his hips pausing to grind against her. He loved the strained sob that left her as she came. Her cunt spasming around him, gushing, creating a mess around his cock and dripping down the side of his desk.

“Fuck, I love when I feel this slutty cunt gush.” Kisaki sighed as his hand left the toy buzzing on high, his hand moving to cup her throat before dragging her back to his chest. His hips began to thrust again, even as her cunt continued to quiver and spasm from how sensitive she was.

His hand gripped her throat firmly, enough pressure on either side to limit her oxygen as his hips began roughly thrusting into her. She could do nothing more than moan, as strained as it was. Between his cock slamming in and out of her, ramming into her cervix with every thrust and the plug inside her ass left on high, she was a mess.

“B-Break… m’ breaking…” Her hands were weakly clawing at his, nails dragging against the warm skin, trying to pry his hand off her throat. Not for the air, but as if unlatching his hand would make him stop fucking her oversensitive cunt.

She couldn’t stop the line of drool coming from between her lips as her eyes were rolling back. It was so good… but it was so much.

Kisaki fucked her so good…. He was the only one to break her in such a way… she needed… she wanted…

“G-gonna…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, his grip tightened on her throat, the loud grunt in her ear and the sudden warmth filling her… everything shut off. Her knees buckled as she came. Her cunt clenching and spasming as she came, with his cock twitching deep inside her, warming her cervix with his thick, sticky cum.

“I’m not done, pet.” At the words, his hips began moving again, despite how tight she was clenching, despite how his own cock was growing sensitive from how tight and warm she was so soon after his orgasm.

His cock forcing the fresh cum deeper into her, fucking it right back into her cunt.

“T-Tetta… So good… Good!” Her voice was dissolving into needy babbles as her mind began shutting down to everything but the pleasure.

Amusement flooded him, it was not only the first time she’d called him by his first name, but it was the first time she’d so happily told him it was good. His cute pet’s mind was breaking like her body.

“More! More….” Her voice was hitting a fever pitch, her cunt spasming and clenching trying to milk him for every last drop he had. Her body was so sensitive that one climax built after another, leaving her on the verge.

The way her cunt kept milking him, his hands gripped at her waist and throat tighter slamming his hips, forcing his cock through her tight grip over and over. His head against her shoulder as he practically bathed in the squeals and moans of ecstasy coming from the broken girl in his grasp.

When he came again, his voice was almost a feral growl, forcing his seed deep inside her as he felt her body spasm in his grasp. His grip dropped from her throat to hold her tightly to him, her body trembling as her legs had given out, her cunt gushing from a third climax… sweet, incoherent babbles leaving her lips.

“Seems I really broke you.” He mused, holding her close, waiting out her climax that left her entire body shivering and quaking.

With what seemed the utmost care, he pulled out of her, drawing the toy out next, even as she whimpered and whined for him not to.

“Hush, my pet. Let me take care of you.” He sat back into the chair, not bothering to dress yet as he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her to him. “You did so well.” His lips brushed at her temple while his hand stroked her hair.

“Just rest,” his voice was low, tired from how hard he’d came, but he could see the fatigue settling on her as she snuggled against him. “I’ve got you, just rest. I’ll clean you up and take care of everything.”

That had been all she needed to be convinced, her head on his chest, the exhaustion claiming her broken mind as it dragged her into sleep.

It had been three days since she last saw Tetta. He’d gotten busy from what she overheard from his grunts that kept her secure on one of the lower levels. She found herself… missing him. Missing his touch.

She overheard that Mikey was looking for her. She… wasn’t surprised. But the fact that that once used to bring her hope… didn’t anymore.

“I want to see Tetta.”

The grunt arched a brow at her. She’d never said that before. Never requested to see Kisaki, always fought them at the thought they were bringing her to him.

“Yeah, fine.”

The grunt wasn’t the only one surprised to see her. Kisaki was in a more casual state. His suit jacket was thrown over the back of the chair, his vest undone, tie gone, and his collar was undone.

She’d never seen him like this before. Not… unkempt or disheveled. He’d always been perfection— Every button done up, his tie straight. Perfect, poised, in control.

“I wanted to see you.” Her voice was small. She knew she shouldn’t want to see him. She shouldn’t want to…

She just wanted to get fucked and that was all. That was all… Right? She just needed the ache for him to go away. Once more and she’d be over it. Get the itch scratched. Right?

Seeing him looking at her, his careful gaze taking in her features, was a reminder of what had transpired several days ago. How after fucking her to near insanity, he'd cleaned her up, cradled her on his lap, and held her as he let her come off her high and he worked.

The soft praise of "you did so well" had haunted her dreams since that day.

It broke down her resistance to him. "Tetta..." Her voice was trembling as she went to him, crawling into his lap after he hung up the phone he was on when she’d walked in. "Please... I need..." She was afraid to say "you" even as her fingers began unbuckling his belt.

With a motion of his hand, the grunt left, closing the door.

“Tell me what you need, pet.” He was very aware of the switch from calling him Kisaki to Tetta. His sweet pet was turning to his side. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.” She choked out the word. She needed him, the ache that had started as a dull annoyance through the days was now so much worse at seeing him. Her cunt clenching around nothing, remembering how he’d fucked her time and time again… how good it felt to have him cum inside her.

“W-Wanna ride your cock, Daddy…” She was needy, her hips already grinding down against his thigh, through the fabric he could feel her arousal already warm and dripping, making him aware of her complete lack of panties. “Please… I’ve been a good girl!” Her fingers kept pulling at his belt, undoing it and his pants, her hand stroking the bulge that was forming as she found herself helplessly grinding down on his thigh. Her courage, her firm-set mind had broken at the sight of him… at feeling his warmth.

She didn’t want to be stubborn. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to be rewarded. She wanted him to treat her like a princess again. She wasn’t going to be bad anymore. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted Tetta, only Tetta.

Only Tetta Kisaki could make her feel good.

“Go ahead, pet.” His fingers tilted her chin up, moving to chastely steal a kiss. “Daddy will even let you have control. Show me how badly you want my cock, baby.”

He loved this side of her. Love how broken she was. She was perfect. No wonder Mikey was going crazy trying to find her. The man even went so far as to hire Hanma, whom he’d parted ways with two years ago.

Even if they did find her… she was already broken. Her begging, her calling him Daddy had shown him that.

She didn’t hesitate once he’d given her permission. Her fingers pulled his cock out from his pants, yanking them down his thighs. Her lips were unable to help but curl into a smile as he lifted his hips enough for her to draw them and his briefs down.

His cock was heavier in her grasp than she expected. Thick and beautiful… How had she hated it? It filled her up so perfectly.

When he noticed her hesitating, glancing between him from under her lashes and his cock, he chuckled.

“You don’t have to work me up or yourself if you think you’re ready, pet. Be as impatient as you like.”

She bit her lip and nodded, moving to undo his button-down. She didn’t care if it was off… She just wanted to feel his skin against hers as soon as she was done yanking her shirt up over her head.

Her body pressed to his, lips teasingly brushing his jaw as she straddled his lap. Sitting down on his cock, a sharp moan left her lips as relief finally filled her

The fat length stretched her out, the tip nestling against her cervix. Her jaw felt loose as her lips parted with a loud, desperate moan. It felt so good; He felt so good. At first, she didn’t want to move, to bounce on his cock. Instead, she just rocked her hips, savoring the feeling of the tip of his cock grinding into her cervix.

She swore— That alone was enough to ruin her.

His hands skimmed along her waist, brushing the small skirt that hid her cunt from view. He didn’t move it, despite wanting to see her tiny little grip swallow his cock… but instead, he focused on her exposed body.

He leaned in, tongue flicking against her nipple before taking it into her mouth, suckling firmly as his tongue lavished it with attention.

The soft moan that left her shuddered in rhythm with the way her heart skip a beat. Tetta was being so gentle with her… Her arms wound around him cradling his head to her chest as she began slowly bouncing on her legs–her legs tucked against his giving her leverage and control to ride him slowly. She was savoring every inch that sank in and out of her as much as his tongue rolling against her nipple. Tetta was perfect…

“Tetta….” She mewled as she brushed the loose strands from his face, gazing down at him. “Your cock… it’s so good… Daddy fills me so good.”

Tetta glanced up at her before drawing away from her chest, moving to slowly kiss her. “Only for my sweet pet.” She was finally his. All his.

Feeling her begin to bounce more when his mouth had drawn away from hers, the way her slow pace steadily grew frantic, her cunt already quivering and clenching around him.

“D-daddy has to cum inside me again! I need it… I need to feel it!” Her eyes were shut as every time she bottomed out, his cock tip crashing against her cervix made her mind go blank. She was so close, so close…

His hands didn’t stop her, instead, he brought his fingertips to stroke over her clit lazily. It had been what she needed as her back arched, body trembling on his lap as she came. Her cunt creaming around his cock… the tight grip of her cunt around his cock dragging him over the edge.

He was pent up, neglecting his needs the past few days, so feeling her warmth and tight grip… earned every drop that he had pent up inside him.

“D-daddy belongs to me right…? L-like I belong to daddy?” The pleasure-slurred words made him smile as he pulled her in closer, idly rocking his hips to match the needy rocking she had started up again.

“Of course, Princess. You belong to me, and I belong to you.” A chaste kiss to the tip of her nose had her lips splitting into a bright smile.

His poor, poor broken pet. So sweet and obedient.

“You just have to do one thing for daddy, and no one can ever take you away from me.”

“Anything!”

Anything, so long as he never stopped bringing her such pleasure.

She was squirming slightly; she’d never been filmed like this before. It was all new to her. But she wanted to prove that she was going to be Tetta's, always.

He wanted to show Mikey that she belonged to him.

She could do this.

Fingers wandered to her exposed cunt, she was already bare, sitting on the bed in Kisaki’s room. He’d never taken her in here before. It meant she was special to him.

Her eyes were on him, biting at her lower lip as she whined, fingers moving against her cunt. Watching him work was always attractive, the way his expression cooled into sharp focus. He was beautiful and meticulous.

"Tetta…."

"Just a bit longer. If I don't do this right, pet, Mikey will come and steal you away."

"No!" Her protest was loud. It had been weeks since Kisaki and her regularly met. She was his good girl; she didn't want to leave or be taken away by Mikey or anyone.

“Then be patient, pet. Or maybe I’ll have to find someone who will listen.” His manipulative words made her whimper. Her already wrecked and twisted mind from everything he did to her was submitted to him, broken and needy for him.

Instead of voicing her protests again, she just watched him, her fingers unable to stop as she watched him. Her cunt slick with arousal, and her fingers drenched in her excitement.

“What the fu–”

“Good. I have your attention.” Kisaki's voice came as he pulled away from the camera set up, the screen next to it showing Mikey. Kisaki had spoofed a number he’d gotten from Cassandra’s phone–Draken’s number. “Say hi, pet.”

“I don’t wanna… Tetta, you promised!” Her whine in protest, the visual for Mikey was enough to tell him that Kisaki had won with her.

“Shh.” Kisaki moved to draw her head to the side, “Don’t you want Mikey to watch me fuck a baby into this needy cunt of yours?”

The only reason Mikey hadn’t shut the call off and sent his men to find Kisaki was that sweet face, her eyes on that bastard. But he could see every inch of her.

Kisaki took everything from him before, and he was fucking doing it again.

His precious assistant, the woman that had slowly been pulling him from the darkness, poised bare. Fingers messy with creamy arousal when they pumped in and out of her quivering cunt...her legs shaking every time he watched her fingers sink back into her.

Kisaki's hand caught her wrist, pulling her hand back and bringing her drenched fingers to his mouth, licking, and sucking her fingers clean. The view of her darkening gaze and quickening breath as she got more excited by the attention. The needy whine that left her made Mikey's grip tighten on his phone as his cock grew hard, straining against his pants.

He couldn't look away. He wanted to, everything in his head told him to, but the sight was something he physically couldn't stop himself from staring at.

How her mouth opened without a moment of hesitation as Kisaki spat in her mouth, a mixture of saliva and her own arousal…. How she smiled at him after swallowing it down.

How long had it taken? One fuck? Two? How weak-willed had she been to break by Kisaki of all people?

It was the loud moan that drew his attention from his thoughts. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Kisaki’s fingers having replaced hers. Unlike the slow, shallow thrusts of her fingers, just enough to edge herself and ease herself into small orgasms, Kisaki was roughly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. The thick fingers stretched her as they curled in a come hither motion every so often.

Mikey was disgusted at how he’d fallen for such a pathetic woman. How he still wanted that pathetic toy of Kisaki’s even as he watched his enemy ruin her.

“P-please, Tetta… Please fuck me.” The way she begged was music and torture to Mikey. The sound was just as he’d fantasized as he made her Bonten’s assistant.

“Hm?” Kisaki hummed, taunting her. That stupid sound to Mikey made her whine loudly.

“Your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”

Mouth open, eyes fluttering, his hand across her throat… She was beautiful and even though he’d hate himself for it later, his free hand was palming his cock as he watched as she squirmed and whined when Kisaki used a free hand to smack his cock against her cunt. Mikey didn’t need the camera to zoom in to see how drenched she was. Her creamy, dripping cunt was coating Kisaki’s cock.

The moment he started pushing in, the strained cry from her lips was pure ecstasy. Kisaki’s fingers flexed on her throat, tightening his grip as his cock sank into her…a small bulge on her belly from his cock pushing up against her cervix.

“Go on, tell him how good you feel, pet.” Kisaki’s low voice tore Mikey from his mind, the fantasy that had plagued him for the last two years. His hand grasping his cock, he didn’t even remember pulling it from his pants.

“S-so good! Daddy’s cock is so deep!” Her voice was lighter, while Kisaki’s hand was still on her throat, it was no longer squeezing her throat. Her hands were back, bracing herself against his thighs as she felt Kisaki’s hips roll up into her in slow, deep thrusts.

Kisaki wasn’t rushing, he wanted to drag this out for as long as Mikey could stand. He wanted Mikey to hate him more than he already did.

Mikey did hate him. Watching how she whined and pushed herself back into Kisaki made him despise Kisaki even more.

When Mikey’s hand found itself stroking at his cock, he bit down on his tongue to keep his own moans from fueling Kisaki or the woman.

“F-faster… F-faster, Tetta!” The needy demands only had the man chuckling as he pushed himself against her. Teary eyes locked with the lens of the camera; her body forced into the bed as the loud clapping of his hips colliding with her backside filled the room.

All that filled the image on the camera was her face, gaze distant, and pleasured moans falling from her lips with every thrust.

“T-too much!” Her eyes watered with tears as she was growing closer. Her cunt quivering and spasming around Kisaki’s cock. “G-gonna cum!”

“Here you just asked me to go faster, pet. No going back on that now.” Kisaki’s laugh pissed Mikey off, but the way that his delight in her overstimulation let him see the tears start to roll down her cheeks when her eyes rolled up into her head as she came with a sob. It was a beautiful sight for the Bonten Leader.

A hand fisted in her hair, pulling her up. The needy whine and moan from it only had Mikey’s hand working his cock faster, fucking his fist as he watched the helpless woman. His helpless woman.

Fingers pushed open her lower lips, showing his cock as he began thrusting roughly, not caring how his pet was spasming and trembling, her legs shook with pleasure and if not for his arms, she’d have collapsed back onto the bed.

“This precious little cunt. This perfect little pet of mine. She is all mine, Mikey.” He didn’t need to say more words. His grunt that followed shortly after was the answer to prove it. Cum leaking out of her almost moments after Kisaki came. His cock slowly softened as he pulled out–the pearlescent liquid leaking out over his shaft.

“Keep it in there, princess. Once I finish cleaning you up. I’ll make sure to fuck that baby into you tonight so no one can take you away from me. So, Mikey can’t take you away from me.”

Those fucking little words that Kisaki drove into her head. Making Mikey the enemy. He was too pissed to even care that he’d gotten himself off to the view of Kisaki pouring his cum into her.

When he thought the camera would be shut off, he was surprised to see it was not. Kisaki left the room, leaving her alone, her breathing heavy and trying to get her mind to catch up with everything else.

“I-” He started, but quickly was entranced by her actions.

She bit her lip, whimpering as she felt the hot cum beginning to push out of her. A small whimper left her as she brought her fingers in an attempt to push it back inside her. She didn't want to lose any of it. Not when Kisaki just rewarded all her patience with it. "Don't send people, Mikey." Her voice was low.

"What?"

"I don't want you. You had me. You lost me. Tetta is perfect... Stop sending people to come to get me." Her eyes looked at the camera, not knowing his eyes were locked on hers. "Tetta is going to breed me. He's going to fuck a baby into me. I don't want you. If you come after him. Come for me. The next time you see me, I'll fuck him in front of your face."

She'd changed over the past six months in Kisaki's hold. Mikey wasn't sure if it was from actual affection or some sort of Stockholm. "You won't take him away from me."

Mikey was furious. How was she this broken? How had she let this happen? Where had the fire he'd seen in her go up until this point?

The coldness that came off her vanished the moment Kisaki was back, his fingers tilting her chin up to kiss her. The sharpness of her gaze softened as she wrapped her arms around Kisaki. "Daddy," The whine was nothing like her tone moments ago as Kisaki used the warm washcloth to clean her up.

Even though she'd threatened him. Mikey wasn't going to stop... even if it meant he'd have to break her as Kisaki had.

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[riboism]

frontier psychiatrist- [discontinued]

pairing: yunho x f!reader genre: angst, thriller, suggestive? still not sure yet

warnings: mentions of mental illness, reader is a psychiatrist and yunho used to be her patient, abduction, stockholm syndrome if you squint, themes of violence

wc: 0.9k

disclaimer: the actions portrayed in this story are NOT reflective of those who suffer from BPD, depression, or anxiety as a whole. please do not generalize people suffering from these illnesses based on what you read in this story. this is all purely fictional.

a/n: I’m still not sure how many parts I will be adding to this series, or if I’ll even continue it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now so I’ve decided to post it. feedback is much appreciated! I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.

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“that boy needs therapy”- the avalanches

Yunho placed your dinner plate in front of you. White rice, grilled asparagus, and what looked like a grilled chicken breast, were all carefully placed onto the plate. 

“Tried out a new recipe for the marinade,” he said as he filled your glass with wine, “thought maybe you were tired of the lemon basil so I thought I’d change it up tonight. I hope you like it.” 

Yunho shuffled around you, carefully adjusting the small floral arrangement at the center of the table before taking a match and lighting the tall candlesticks that stood next to it. The soft jazz ballad filled the dining room, a nod to when you told him how much you enjoyed jazz music during his therapy sessions. He always put a lot of effort into making these dinners special for you; he wanted you to know that you were well cared for and that everything you could possibly need was right in front of you. 

He finally sat down and placed a napkin on his lap. “Please,” he said, motioning you to start eating. You picked up your utensils, still getting used to the feel of the cool metal against your fingertips. Usually, your hands were restrained in shackles and Yunho would have to cut your meat for you and feed you himself. You remembered spitting out every morsel of food, making him huff in frustration before he’d storm out, leaving you all alone in the dark and cold corner of his basement. 

After showing some changes in your behavior, Yunho allowed you to join him for dinner upstairs. The dining room was small but comfortable. The warm glow from the candles and the yellow lightbulbs from the wall sconces gave you a false sense of security. 

You chewed on the chicken breast, savoring the fresh taste of rosemary along with the sweetness of maple. You had to admit, he was a fabulous cook.

 “It’s delicious Yunho. Thank you.”

Yunho blushed at your compliment, pleased that you enjoyed his hard work. He made sure to be extra attentive to you, noting what you liked and disliked so that he could adjust his menu accordingly. 

Suddenly, you saw a flutter of white in the corner of your eye. Your eyes darted to the window, alarmed to see snowflakes falling. Yunho followed your eyes, chuckling when he saw the flurries collect onto the windowsill. “Look at that, the first snow of the season.”

You frowned a little. It was already winter and you had no clue. You couldn’t remember when you stopped keeping track of time. All you remembered was thinking that it was useless and that there was really no point in knowing if it was a Saturday or a Sunday. The days just blended into each other and Yunho had become your clock. You knew it was morning when he’d come down with your eggs and coffee. And night time when he’d wish you goodnight from behind the basement door.  

“Dr. Y/L/N? Are you alright?” 

Your head snapped back at Yunho. “Oh, yes, I’m fine, sorry…It’s just been a while since I’ve seen snow.” You raked your fork over the rice, playing with your food as you thought about your favorite snow days. How badly you missed going outside and feeling the cold air against your cheeks. You hated shoveling out your car after a bad storm, but now you thought there was nothing you’d rather be doing than plowing snow off your driveway. 

Yunho shot you a worried look. You reached over and placed your hand over his, giving it a small squeeze. “Really, I'm okay.” He wasn’t sure if he believed you but your warm smile melted his heart and he soon forgot about the whole thing. 

After dinner, Yunho walked you back to the basement. You hopped off the last step, looking down at the sad, dusty old mattress before you. Yunho had tried his best to make your space as homey as possible, but nothing could make the eerie environment any more comfortable than a prison cell. You turned around, looking up the stairs at where your captor stood. 

“Yunho?” 

“Yes, Doc?”

“Can I…” 

Come on, you thought to yourself, you’ve been holding back for weeks, just do it already!

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to continue on. “Do you think I can sleep in your room tonight?”

You tried hard not to shiver at the thought of Yunho’s bedroom. It was the one room you never wanted to unlock, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Yunho’s eyes widened at your request.

“M-my room? You want to sleep in my room?”

“Yes.”

He looked as nervous as a teenage boy on his first date. You watched him fiddle with his fingers while he weighed the pros and cons. 

“I don’t know Doc…”

“Please,” you moved up a step, careful not to get too close, “It’s just…It gets so lonely down here and sometimes I can’t sleep. And I like it upstairs, I like being with you. I feel safer when you're nearby.” 

Yunho’s heart fluttered. He took a deep breath as he mulled over your sudden request. Of course, he trusted you more now, but he still had his doubts. He worried if escape was still on your mind. The first few months were tough for him and you, but then there was a shift in your behavior. You were more caring, thankful, and accepting towards him. He figured you finally understood that this was for the best. He couldn’t have been happier. 

After a short while, Yunho finally gave in and nodded his head in agreement. “Okay. You can sleep in my room tonight.”

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[watchmegetobsessed]

BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

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[scarletttries]

Do You Wanna Taste It? (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Possessive Adrian)

Word Count: 3.3k

Request 1 - "hi! pls pls do prompt 104 with Adrian, from the prompt list you shared. I can totally see him saying that!" "104. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now"

Request 2- "I would love for you to write something smutty involving jealous Adrian if possible! specifics are up to you, im just weak for possessive Adrian fics"

Author’s Note: I got these two requests at the same time and thought they fit so perfectly together that I combined them! I hope you enjoy, possessive Adrian absolutely haunts me 💓

Do You Wanna Taste It?

All six of you had been staring at the wall of clues for the better part of 24 hours, still absolutely none-the-wiser. You had collated all the information you had on an alleged upcoming arms-deal between two very dangerous people, and you still couldn't figure out when, where or what they were exchanging. It was starting to take a toll of the group, having spent a day shifting around the room trying to gain a new perspective and getting nowhere fast. Checking the time and realising it was now late afternoon, Adebayo stood up interrupting yours and Harcourts latest theory about how maybe if you could somehow cover every port in the area you would be able to somehow stop something.

"This isn't working! We have been staring at this wall way too long, and we need a break. Get up everyone, we're going for a walk, and we're going to sit outside for a few minutes, we're going to get a little rest, and then we'll come back with fresh eyes." She commanded with an unquestionable authority that had you all nodding and getting to your feet.

"Okay, you're right, we take a few hours, get a change of scenery, but we stick together." Harcourt agreed, casting a pointed look at Adrian, not unconvinced he wasn’t the type to wander off. He nodded sheepishly, his eyes still fixed where they had been for most of the brainstorm; on you.

Adrian had been absolutely captivated by you since his first introduction to the team, feeling an undeniable calling to keep you close, and keep you safe. He ignored Chris's pleas to keep his 'creepy stalking' to a minimum, consistently sitting in the seat closest to you, always going with you on missions, and offering to walk you home at the end of the day. You were just such a kind and warm person, he couldn't help but crave being around you, thinking of you as his, despite being too self-conscious to actually ask you out yet. It hadn't been hard to figure out how Adrian felt about you considering the way he stared in awe as you spoke, and the way it felt like his hand constantly hovered next to yours as you walked together, like he was spending every waking moment building up the courage to finally interlace his fingers with yours. You knew the rest of the group found his fixation with you a bit off-putting, but honestly the fact that this sweet but dangerous anti-hero was so dedicated to spending his time around you made your heart melt. The easy conversation you'd make, and the cute way he'd adjust his glasses to make sure he could see you in all your glory as soon as he took his mask off, had made you endlessly sweet on him. Not to mention he was absolutely gorgeous, and it was easy to tell he thought the same about you, shifting uncomfortably in his chair and averting his panicked gaze every time you wore something tight or bent over to pick something up. You really did like Adrian, and sure, you could have just told him that, but it was a lot more fun to rile him and play innocent, waiting for the day he would finally snap and admit his feelings for you.

Today you walked by his side, adjusting to the sunshine after working through the night in the dimly lit office, and thinking out loud about what you were going to do once you had the case solved and this dangerous meeting stopped.

"I feel like all my muscles are going to be so stiff from hunching over the evidence in there, maybe I'll take a really long bath when we're all done, and just lie there for half the night, and get candles and wine and go full luxury spa." You could see his jaw tense at the mention of you in a bathtub, his active imagine betraying him as he tried to shake the thought, instinctively stepping a little closer to you as a man passed you on the pavement, his need to keep his body between you and anyone else unrelenting.

"Yeah, baths are nice. I think i'll probably just go straight for a nap." He lied, knowing he'd struggle to sleep at the thought of having to spend a few hours away from you. As Adebayo led you into a park you all settled onto a green patch of grass, sat in a circle, trying to avoid a group of men playing with a frisbee in the same field. Harcourt went to open her mouth, stopped pre-emptively by Adebayo,

"No work talk! We're in public and our brains need to reset!" Harcourt glared back and got out her comment as she rose to her feet,

"I was going to say there's an ice cream truck over there, anyone want anything?" Adebayo nodded awkwardly, joining Harcourt for the walk. Adrian was quickly on his feet as well, barely giving you time to agree as he went to fetch you an ice cream, trailing the two sighing agents.

"You know, I've never seen Adrian this intense about a person before, and that's coming from me." Chris commented as soon as they were out of earshot, "I don't know if he'll ever calm down, just to warn you." He offered casually, not wanting to overstep, but aware that Adrian's intensity could be a little much sometimes. You smiled,

"I don't mind, I'm sure it's just a crush - he's harmless." You tried not to let your tone give away the butterflies inside you at just the thought of being the centre of Adrian's attention indefinitely.

"Yep, just a harmless murderer." Economos scoffed stiffly, constantly exasperated by how little people reacted to that fact.

"We talking murderers?" Adrian called out, returning with two ice cream cones, handing one to you. You thanked him, before turning your attention to the treat in your hand. You licked the top of the cone delicately, letting out a soft 'mm' at the syrupy taste. You felt it melting onto your hand a little, running your tongue up the length of the frozen treat slowly, gathering up the drops before licking your lips. You slipped a sticky finger between your lips, sucking off the melted cream, before returning to lick the ice cream slowly, enjoying it immensely, even if you could feel yourself doing an absolute travesty of a job of eating it with dignity.

Adrian had to choke down the noises stirring inside of him as he watched your tongue sweep purposely over your ice cream, unable to think about anything but what it would feel like to have you do that on your knees in front of him. As you sucked your fingers, humming contently, he crossed his legs to hide his aching arousal, eating his own cone in four quick bites for fear of smashing it in his tensing hand. As his eyes followed the motions of your glistening lips, he caught a glimpse of something red flying through the air out the corner of his eye. Forcing his eyes away from your seductive face, he noticed it was a frisbee that had flown wildly off-course, and looking over the field he could see why. The small group of men behind you had noticed the way you were enjoying your dessert, letting their game fall to the wayside as they watched your licking motions, joking between themselves as they stared shamelessly at you. Adrian glared angrily in their direction, furious that anyone would dare to look at you the way he did, their undeserving eyes drinking you in. They couldn't appreciate you for everything you are, disrespectful in the way they leered your way, looking at you like they would ever be allowed anywhere near you. But he knew he would never let that happen, you were his, even if he had never said it out loud, and he would never let some asshole with a hungry gaze get anywhere near you. His eyes returned to your face, disappointed and relieved as you took your final bite, smiling and politely telling you he was glad you enjoyed it, like he wasn't throbbing inside his jeans. Glancing back to the group of men, expecting them to have lost interest, his heart plummeted at the sight of one of them starting to walk towards your little circle. Adrian looked him over; tall, broad, nicely dressed. Fuck, could he actually be competition? Adrian's mind whirled, half-distracted by his lustful thoughts of your mouth, desperately worried that this idiot in a park was about to take your attention away from him. As the man drew closer, he steadied himself and resolved not to let that happened, taking your still sticky hand in his and helping you to your feet,

"(Y/n) I need to show you something over here right now." He said plainly, already walking at pace with your hand in his, giving you little time to question him. He glanced back to see confused faces on his team, and a satisfyingly disgruntled look from his challenger.

His feet moved of their own accord, pace not letting up as he pulled you back towards the office you shared,

"What's wrong Adrian?" You asked quietly, slightly concerned by the dark focused look on his face, his behaviour even more erratic than usual. You watched his chest heaving as he pulled you back into the office, slamming the door behind you both. He walked towards you until you were backed against a wall, one of his arms either side of your head.

"He was about to talk to you." Adrian practically growled out, not giving you any more of an idea what was happening, but finding his close proximity and thick tone intoxicating.

"Who Adrian?" You practically squeaked out, feeling your cheeks flush as his hot breath filled the space between you.

"Some asshole in the park. They were all watching you, because of how you looked with that ice cream, but only I should be watching you. Only I should get to see you like that." His tone was thick with lust, his pupils blown in his feral state, trapping you with his broad form. You thought back to way you licked along the treat, watching Adrian shift in your peripheral vision, and you put two and two together.

"You like the way I lick ice cream Adrian?" You quizzed, innocent tone contrasting the way your tongue run lightly over your bottom lip, bringing the mental image of you doing the same back to the forefront of his mind. He nodded slowly, his eyes flicking down to your lips as he spoke,

"I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now" His lips crashed against yours hungrily, body closing the gap between yours. His hips pressed firmly against yours, his cock still hard from your little performance, the relief of finally telling you the effect you had on him almost enough to make him cum then and there. You gasped at his words, the rough way he handled you a stunning contrast to his usual sweet demeanour. You took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair, pulling his lips deeper against yours before breaking the kiss, a concerned look quickly spreading across Adrian's brow. It quickly melted away into awe as he watched you slowly descend to your knees, undoing his jeans and pulling his hard manhood from beneath them, already dripping with his excitement.

"Is this what you were picturing?" You asked teasingly, not giving him time to respond as you lightly flicked your tongue over his glistening tip. The moan he let out echoed through the mercifully empty office, his hips twitching from the light contact.

"Yes! Fuck, this is exactly what I was thinking about." He admitted, desperate to tell you what you wanted to know if it meant you would do that again. You smiled at his confession, pleased you had finally broken his resolve to hide his feelings from you.

"Maybe this is what I was thinking about too." you purred, running your tongue over the length of him, and watching his face contort in pleasure from the sensation. You licked the length of him again and again, until you could feel his precum leaking excitedly from his tip, then plunged him deep between your lips, getting as deep into your throat as you comfortably could. Your name fell from his lips as he moaned, his fingers desperately weaving into your hair, the sight of you on your knees, sucking him off, so much sexier than his imagination could ever do justice to. You bobbed your head, working the length of him, feeling your own excitement building at the way he reacted to your touch. Before long Adrian could feel his almost unbearable pleasure reaching its limit, gently stopping you and pulling you back to your feet. You stared at his serious expression as he lowered himself down on one knee, more than eager to return the favour. His fingertips trailed up your skirt, waiting for your consenting nod before sliding your damp underwear to the floor, letting you step out of them. He slipped them into his back pocket, quietly chuckling to himself, "mine now."

He stared up your short skirt, drinking in the view of you, almost shaking with anticipation for him, needy for his touch. He lightly kissed your inner thigh, repeating his new mantra,

"mine now." Moving to the other leg,

"mine now." Before finally planting his face at your centre, nose lightly brushing over your clit,

"Mine now." The feeling of his warm words brushing over your most sensitive part made you gasp, seemingly giving him the push he needed to firmly lick between your folds. Your back arched against the wall behind you, pushing your hips forward, spurring Adrian on. His hands gripped your bum as his tongue plunged hungrily between your folds, nose nuzzling at your clit as he worked, desperate to taste you. The taste of you on his tongue was better than any frozen dessert, and you could feel him moaning against your flesh as his mouth dragged over your centre. The noise pouring out of you was everything he had ever imagined, and Adrian was resolved to spend as much time between your legs as you would let him, feeling you grow more and more excited with each movement of his tongue, just like had done watching you in the park. As your legs started to shake, the heat inside of you rising, he left one of his hands supporting your bum, something you were very grateful for as your knees went weak, and ran the other slowly up your inner thigh. Briefly breaking the contact of his tongue, he slipped two fingers inside your dripping folds, watching intently as your mouth fell slack from the pleasure. He smiled as he drew his fingers in and out of you, voice deep with possession as he spoke,

"You are mine now right?" You nodded your head as he worked his fingers faster, thumb brushing over your sensitive bud in time with his movements.

"I want to hear you say it." You looked down at the way he was watching you hungrily, feeling the peak of your pleasure approaching.

"I'm yours Adrian, all yours." You whimpered out, feeling so close to the edge as you watched his smile grow at your words.

"All mine." He repeated contently before his tongue joined his fingers, brushing over you frantically as you came over his fingers, crying out his name as your legs all but gave out beneath you. He didn't let up his pace as you rode out your high, holding you steady against the wall and enjoying a view he had pictured so many times before. As your eyes fluttered open again, he withdrew his fingers, wrapping his muscular arms around your legs to lift you up the wall, thighs wrapping around his waist instinctively. In this position you could feel his hard cock lining up with your wet, sensitive entrance, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his lips to yours. Your kiss barely stifled the moan escaping him as he slowly slid into you, still feeling the flutter of your orgasm around him.

"Adrian." Was all you could moan out as he filled you completely, pushing deep inside you from the intense upright angle. His eyes stayed locked on yours, intensity coming through as you whimpered his name, grip on your hips firm enough that tomorrow he'd be kissing the small bruises forming there. He thrust up into you, letting out another deep moan at the feeling of the warmth inside you, a place just for him. He watched his name spill from your lips again, the most perfect noise he had ever heard, and he pleaded,

"Say it again." Bucking his hips up and leaving you no choice but to cry out name, the intense sensation penetrating deep inside you.

"Whose are you?" He choked out, hips starting to stutter at the feeling of your slick dripping around him with every motion,

"Yours Adrian," you panted out, head nuzzling into his neck and shoulder, desperately holding on as he fucked you in earnest. "You feel so good Adrian, only you."

"Only me." He echoed, bouncing you roughly on his manhood, watching in awe as you came undone around him again, eyes clenched shut, moaning through the intense pleasure rippling through you. His movements faltered, unable to hold himself back at the noises you were making. His lips crashed to yours as he climaxed, chanting a combination of your name and 'mine' as he filled you with his warmth. As his bliss passed, he carefully pulled himself out of you, basking in the sight of his excitement dripping out of you, his arms still holding your legs apart around his waist. You both panted, breathless from the shared moment of passion, eyes locked, sharing gentle smiles. Slowly, handling you so carefully it was hard to believe it was the same man who'd been pounding into you moments earlier, Adrian settled you both on to the floor. His back rested against the wall as he pulled you onto his lap, completely willing to let you drip your shared slick onto his jeans, and completely unwilling to return your underwear from his pocket. His hands gently cupped your face, the way he had dreamed of doing a thousand times, and he lips found yours softly, sharing a perfect, sweet kiss you would both smile about for days to come.

"You know I've always been yours Adrian." You offered quietly, overwhelmed by the way his whole body wrapped around you, never wanting to part.

"And now you always will be right?" He beamed, lips only leaving yours for the briefest second while he spoke, before returning to their rightful place pressed to yours. You could only nod as your fingers trailed through his curls; he was right. You are his.

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[caramellahoney]

“if I could tell her.”

pairings: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! Reader

genre: PURE FLUFF!

warning/s: hidden feelings

a/n <3: THIS SONG PLS

summary: Camilo shapeshifts into Mirabel to try and prank you but instead finds out that you like him back. So, disguised as Mirabel, he tells you all the things he wishes he could.

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Camilo snorted as you dragged him to Mirabel’s room, he had heard from Dolores that there was some juicy gossip between you and his prima- obviously, he had to find out. So, he shapeshifted into Mirabel and waited until you arrived. Camilo stepped into the room, sitting on the bed as you shut the door. He jumped when you suddenly squealed and slid down the door.

“He looked so cute today, Mirabel! He even glanced at me and smiled!” You giggled, cupping your red face in your hands. Camilo felt his heart drop, you liked someone else? who? He bit his lip and tried to stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. Clearing his throat, he imitated Mirabel’s voice and let out a strained a laugh.

“Ohh? Who is this lucky boy?” He faked a smile, whoever managed to catch your eye was lucky indeed. Confused, you snapped your head up and raised your brow.

“What do you mean who-? I’ve always talked to you about the same boy, it’s Mr.guapo-Camilo? Ay-you must have not had enough sleep, Mirabel! You’re going loco.” You laughed, getting up to sit beside “Mirabel”.

‘Lucky bastard’ Camilo thought to himself and stared blankly at you for a few seconds until the cogs in his brain started turning again.

Wait. He was Camilo.

Guapo-? You thought he was handsome? The shapeshifter felt his face get warm- a feeling of giddiness spread within him. He grinned widely, throwing an arm around you and pulling you towards him.

“Of course! I’m just teasing you, amiga! Say- have you tried confessing to my primo yet?” You just laughed and leaned against “Mirabel”, your expression suddenly turning melancholic.

“No, I just- I’m just me y’know? And he’s Camilo Madrigal. Like I’d have a chance!” Camilo furrowed his brows, that wasn’t true at all. Did you not realize how amazing you were?

“He thought you were... awesome.” He muttered, voice low, eyes softly gazing at your slumped form. You snorted and sat up, staring at him with an unconvinced expression.

“He thought I was awesome? Camilo?” You spoke, rolling your eyes.

“Definitely!”

“How?” Camilo froze, feeling his heart beat in his chest rapidly. This was his chance.

“Well...” He started, looking into your eyes as he clutched your hands.

“He said...There's nothing like your smile-Sort of subtle and perfect and real! He said, you never knew how wonderful. That smile could make someone feel.” Truly, Camilo would often perk up at the sound of your laughter. Feeling himself get giddy seeing you so happy and carefree.

“Mirabel-Stop teasing-” You turned red and sunk back onto the bed, hiding your face with your hands. Camilo smiled and just continued, resting his cheek on his palm.

“And he knew, Whenever you get bored. You’d sing about the stars and all of your dreams.” You gasped, abruptly sitting up and gripping his shoulders.

“He did-? Oh Dios no-my horrible voice.” You dramatically clutched your heart and Camilo just laughed. he enjoyed your spontaneous singing outbursts, especially if you were playing around with kids while you did so.

“But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw he left unsaid.” He clasped his hands together, wishing so badly he was telling this to you as himself- he could easily shift back but something was holding him back.

“And though he wanted to..he-he couldn't talk to you. He couldn't find the way, but he would always say.” Camilo smiled wistfully to himself, feeling your gaze on him. He had tried his hardest to confess to you, but he would end up running away every time.

“If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her, how she's everything to me but we're a million worlds apart. And I don't know how I would even start. If I could tell her.” You melted at those words, breath hitching as you started to catch onto what was happening. This wasn’t Mirabel, the way she was looking at you right now looked far too....warm? Biting your lip, you stared up at “Mirabel” shyly.

“Did....he say anything else?” Just to be safe, you decided not to speak up about it. Camilo stared for a moment, dazed. Dios, why did you have to be so adorable?

“Ay- A-about you?” He cursed himself internally at his stutter, rubbing the back of his neck. You felt your face get warm, this was definitely Camilo- no doubt. Your head spun as you awkwardly laughed, throwing your head back.

“Never mind, I don't really care anyways—”

“No, no, no, no, no—he said—he said so many things, I'm just..I'm trying to remember the best ones. So, um—” Camilo cleared his throat as you watched with bated breath. You scooted closer to him, feeling a bit shy after now being fully aware that this was him.

“He thought..you looked really pretty, er—” Camilo turned his head, startled at how close you were. He nearly shifted back but quickly recovered and shook his head. His fingers drummed against his thighs as he continued.

“It looked pretty cool when you put those sunflowers in your hair” Camilo pointed to the wreath on your hair. You reached your arm up and fiddled with the flowers, bashfully smiling.

“You-He did?”

“Yep! And he wondered how you learned to dance, Like all the rest of the world isn't there.” He sung, pulling you up and swinging you around. You laughed and danced with "Mirabel", both of you laughing together. Halting your moves, you grabbed Camilo and pulled him closer.

“And how do you say I love you, Camilo?” Camilo felt his heart stop, eyes wide as he realized his secret was out. He laughed nervously, shifting back to himself. You smiled, taking his face in your hands.

“Te amo, Camilo Madrigal.”

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[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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Never Really Over - Sparks Fly (i)

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader x Dieter Bravo Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI) Warnings/Possible Triggers: Vague mentions of past/present substance use (coke and alcohol), Dom/Sub elements, M/M/F, SHAMELESS smut

Word Count: 10.6K Notes: This started out as angst (which I hate to write) and then the lovely @ezrasbirdie and @wordsnwhiskey let me talk it out to them and woke up the whore brain who ended up writing this instead so now you get shameless self-indulgent smut.

Other conspirators and spectators to my whore brain at work include @pagannightwitch, @coastielaceispunk, @musings-of-a-rose, and @daddydindjarin who all requested a tag when this was finished so if you enjoyed this please thank them for their hard work in encouraging me. Also throwing a tag out for @lowlights, @iamskyereads, @mandoblowmybackout, and @javierpinme because I have NO DOUBT they were paying attention to my screaming.

I tried really hard not to use any sort of descriptions to code the reader any way other than female but if I did somewhere please let me know kindly. Not beta read at all, ya'll get this raw as hell and I'm still kind of new to writing smut so please be gentle 💙 I have not ever done, nor have the intention of doing, hard drugs and if you or a loved one or friend has a history of use and addiction problems please remember that help is out there for you both for the user and their support system and that even if it's hard and scary to confront it that at least I will be proud of you for taking steps to be the best you that you can be.

“I can’t do this anymore, Frankie. You lied to me about getting help, you lied to me that you were doing better, and I’m done. I deserve better than this, than to be strung along as you spiral out of control no matter how much I try to do anything.”

It was over, you knew there was no other way, you couldn’t keep doing this time and time again and it hurt so badly that tears were stinging at your eyes and your chest burned. You’d found him therapists, you’d made appointments for him, you had Benny and Will help you get him to a medical professional to discuss rehab for his coke and despite all your attempts he stopped therapy and used when you weren’t home.

No matter how hard it hurt, how badly you wanted to stay, nothing would change and you couldn’t allow yourself to crash and burn with him. Frankie wasn’t ready to get help and you had to do what was right for you.

“Firecracker-”

His big brown eyes were gentle and apologetic, so sincerely expressive that you knew you’d break if you didn’t walk away now. That you’d end up right back here the next time you found out he was high, demanding he do better and nothing happening.

Thanks to you his superiors had ignored the first failed drug test, because you had proof he was getting help, they were willing to delay the next one and let him keep his license even if he was flying supervised so long as the next test came back positive.

Coming home to him using had been your final straw.

“Don’t, I’m here to give you this back. I took all of the things I brought with me when I moved into yours and nothing else. I hope that one day you do get help and get better, Frankie, you deserve to be happy and healthy even if you don’t think so.”

 You snapped awake at the harsh sound of a door opening, stretching as you looked at your phone while Fleetwood Mac played through the speaker, and Dieter chuckled as he leaned on the door frame of the closet-turned-trailer you had been assigned. Somehow you’d landed a background role in a low budget film (a series of insane events, really, starting with getting the wrong order at a coffee shop and you’d never been able to follow the chain entirely without getting lost) and Dieter had immediately singled you out as the other… single of the group.

Even with your refusals of sleeping with him the man was like a needy baby bird that imprinted on you, seeking you out to talk about the film and practice lines with or ask how he looked when they called cut, and aside from his drug problems he wasn’t all that bad a friend to have on set. Sure he slept with anyone that said yes regardless of their relationship status, being the reason for a number of break-ups (or he ended up in a threesome), but when he wasn’t high the man was actually quite brilliant.

It didn’t help matters that he looked a little like Frankie, though Dieter’s hair was much more unruly and you didn’t think Frankie would ever be caught dead with piercings, but Dieter was also more lean built muscle and more visible softness than Frankie’s broader build and trained muscle that wasn’t completely hidden by the softness of age yet.

It was similar enough that your brain decided to punish you with reminders of Frankie almost every night since meeting Dieter even though it had been five years since you’d walked away.

Blaring sirens echoing in your head warning you about getting tangled with someone like Dieter.

“Hey Newbie, come on I got a party to go to and you’re coming with.” Dieter’s idea of parties was the furthest from yours, something he already knew since you’d argued vehemently in favor of staying back at the hotel with a good book instead of hitting up the local clubs several times now. You weren’t even remotely local to the city, not wanting to end up in some shitty club or shady hole-the-the-wall with a bunch of drunk or high strangers, and he always laughed off your concerns.

Dieter’s lips pursed together and his brows angling in and up, head tucking just enough into the perfect pout, it made your insides churn because even if the color wasn’t right and his eyes had a few less smile lines it was enough of a reminder of your haunting memories that your chest ached much in the same way it used to back then.

Suddenly you just weren’t sober enough to deal with any of this right now.

The memories of the man you’d thought was the one, the presence of Dieter-fucking-Bravo pouting at you in a way that made you think of Frankie, or the fact that your life felt so out of control that you’d be here at all. It was too much to deal with and even if it meant braving some party the idea of just one strong drink was too tempting to pass up.

“Fine.”

Your answer made Dieter’s pout lift into the biggest, smuggest, shit-eating grin as he went through the racks of clothes that had gone unused since your attire kept changing so drastically. He threw a breezy romper at you, one you’d tried on and genuinely liked but wasn’t going to be used in the film, it was comfortable and cute and matched well with your favorite sneakers.

After changing and grabbing your things Dieter nagged at you about falling asleep on set, since he had gone to your hotel room to find you first, and after reminding him that the scenes he was in with you were already filmed and that you were on a different film schedule now the actor gave you a sly grin and said something about fixing it.

“Why am I not surprised?” Your whispered question went ignored as Dieter greeted a majority of the post crew who hadn’t been shy about taking advantage of his Oscar-winning status to party big, Beth and Renee from makeup snagging you between the two of them with a shriek of delight as the rented van drove you to the club Dieter had chosen.

Watching Dieter use his clout to get all of you into the venue, some snazzy casino and night club, would have been impressive if he didn’t flirt with the bouncer and nearly get that same offer rescinded almost immediately.

It was a whirlwind of a place, the pounding music and flashing lights and writhing bodies making the room feel like a furnace, and only the crowd parting for Dieter like some sort of club-Moses got you near the bar in a timely manner. You ordered the strongest drink you could tolerate, ready to find some dark corner and avoid everyone, but Beth and Renee practically dragged you to one of the many small tables scattered around the outskirts.

“Have you fucked Dieter yet? He won’t go near us since our boyfriends are local and he already got Haley and Rose into trouble with their partners.”

“You- you’d cheat on your boyfriends… For Dieter?”

Shouting was necessary over the music and both women nodded without any scrap of hesitation. Before you could ask why the fuck that was a thing Beth downed her drink in two large mouthfuls and scampered off to the dancefloor as the song changed. Renee left her cup with you and your hand covered the top almost right away, dragging the half full beverage to right in front of you and watching the two melt into the crowd of bodies.

“Are you done yet? I want to dance.” Dieter’s presence at your side was so sudden you almost spilled both drinks, glaring at him a little, and the actor only winked behind his ridiculous shades. You stared across the crowd again and for the fraction of a second you could have sworn you saw a standard oil cap in the throng of bodies and flashing lights.

You were not dealing with this tonight.

Dieter whooped as you downed your drink and he finished off Renee’s without a care in the world, you let the actor drag you out to the dance floor hoping that maybe you’d get tired enough to just sleep like the dead tonight. No memories of Frankie, no reminders of what you’d left behind haunting you, and a clearer head after dreamless sleep.

Moving around Dieter’s flailing wasn’t too hard, he was mainly bobbing his head and chest forward and back while swaying side to side with his arms flying like wet noodles, your two-step with raised arms and light swaying was passable evidently since the bodies around you hadn’t immediately started laughing.

But you hadn’t counted on the strength of the alcohol, the heat from the overhead lights and elevated heart rate from dancing making it hit faster, and the world began to blur like out-of-focus Christmas lights. It became easier to laugh more, to not care about moving closer to Dieter when the crowd pressed in tighter, easier to accept another drink because you felt like your mouth was way too dry.

Easier to forget.

You giggled when Dieter disappeared into the crowd after leaving you at a table, since he spotted someone he knew apparently, and your footing was unsteady as you finished off your new drink quickly. Nobody could roofie you if you didn’t have a drink, right? You felt like a right genius in that moment, now you could brag that even drunk you were smart as fuck.

Something knocked your elbow a few minutes later, at least, and the guy that bumped you apologized over the music. His friends were rubbing something on their gums but you couldn’t tell what, too busy talking with Oliver as you forgave him and reassured him that you hadn’t been hurt. You knew him from post and the other two were from lighting, people you had worked with before, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“You here alone?”

“No I jus’ dunno where they all went.”

“C’mere then, we’ll keep an eye on you. Want some snow?”

“Some- where’d ya get snow in the summer?”

Oliver’s laugh was deep and buttery smooth at your question and his friends were grinning too, you wondered what you’d said wrong but the man nudged you and dipped his fingers into a baggie before he smeared the white powder along his gums. “Just a little on your gums, cutie. Like this. I can do it for you if you’d like.”

His phone was ringing but Frankie ignored it in favor of finishing up the car he was working on, he had finally managed to open a garage of his own doing repairs and detailing, and he was busy on one of his last jobs before he’d be closing up to visit the Millers for a week. Adelia was with her mother, he was still struggling with custody issues after Columbia, but he decided to just be patient.

His risk taking had lost him a lot in life.

The machine chimed that the voicemail was coming in and he paused to make sure it wasn’t Paulette asking him to take Adelia or something. He didn’t mind the random requests and here there, if anything it was something that worked in his favor, so he wanted to be hopeful that maybe she’d changed her mind about letting Adelia come with him.

“Fr-Frankie ‘s me.”

Your voice was distorted from loud bass music in the background and you were slurring heavily. Drunk, his brain whispered, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t like that; you were his biggest regret, not that he’d known you but that he hadn’t gotten the help he needed to be what you deserved.

“I need to’pologize for leavin’ya, miss you so much all th’time. S’like I’m stuck on you.”

He couldn’t help but stop to listen, it wasn’t right but he never knew he needed to hear your voice again until just now. You leaving him had led him to Paulette, another coke user from rehab, and she had reported him for the coke after he refused to marry her when she got pregnant with Adelia.

All because she knew he wouldn’t pass his drug tests and that he was already on thin ice.

You had been the best thing in his life and he’d fucked that up because he refused to get help.

“You’re probly happy ‘n doin better now, ‘s how you should be! You deserve t’be better ‘n happy with th’family y’wanted.”

Even drunk out of your damn mind all you wanted was him to be happy and have the things he’d confessed he wanted with you four years ago before he started using, you still thought he was deserving of those things despite the things he had done, and it hurt to sit here listening to this.

A reminder that he’d lost you and you still wanted good things for him. That even after leaving you still thought of him as a good person.

You sniffled loudly into the phone before uttering a soft curse.

“Now I thing I ged’it.”

You had to have shoved something in your nose or pinched the bridge of it with how your speech pattern changed.

“I feel like I cand feel bad ad’all. Even wid’a runny nose I feel uns’doppable.”

High. You were high on cocaine. Now he understood what you meant with your lead in and his hands shook slightly as he felt every ugly rush of anger burn out like a scrap of paper in a bonfire.

Instead of anger his heart sank in his chest and Frankie all but rocketed himself out from under the Toyota to race for the phone before you hung up. He knew you, he knew that you would never have done coke if you were lucid, and he knew that if you were doing this that there was a high chance you weren’t anywhere safe.

“Firecracker?”

“Frangie?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I don’d- I don’d know.”

His heart felt like it was going to fall out of his body, your breathing becoming harsher as you responded to his sharp tone. He knew it was the drugs, that his sharp anger was causing you to become paranoid, but there was no helping it. If anything happened to you he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from doing something stupid and drastic.

“Calm the fuck down, Firecracker. Let’s try that again. Where are you?”

You sniffled again into the receiver and he imagined you had a runny nose, there was no chance you’d done enough to cause nosebleeds already.

“I don’d- I don’d know Frangie.”

He couldn’t fight the way he drummed his fingers on the tabletop where he did his bookwork, mentally calculating how long this car would take and trying to remember if you had blocked any of the guys on Facebook or not. He wasn’t liking this situation at all, if you’d come with anyone they either hadn’t been with you or they had been the ones to convince you to even do coke and that pissed him off.

“Then find someone who does. Now.”

You whimpered into the device and he hated the way his body responded to the sound, hated that you needed his help to get you safe and his damn libido was reminded of all the times he’d ripped that sound out of you in bed. It wasn’t the fucking time, he needed to make sure you were safe, and only after that would he reach out to make sure you were okay.

The music got louder and a door closed, shouting and talking echoing everywhere as he tried to listen for anything familiar.

“Oliver was’a name of this place?”

“Hm? Lucky Sevens, it’s the club portion of the Casino. You leaving already cutie? One more line before you go?”

“No I god’a leave ‘for I ged’in trouble.”

Frankie had to bite back a growl, you already were in trouble but he didn’t need you panicking any worse. Instead he tapped away at his laptop, looking up Lucky Sevens Casino and Night Club, and he raked in the details of the city while also opening your Facebook in a new tab.

You hadn’t blocked him and instead he saw the updates linked to your Instagram, that you were a background role in a film shooting in the city, and the picture of the swanky hotel you were staying in was all he needed to book you a Lyft once he confirmed the distance between the two places.

“I booked you a Lyft back to your hotel, Firecracker, you’re going to stay on the phone with me.”

“Bud Frangie y’probly busy-“

“I don't give a fuck about that right now, you need to get back to your hotel and get fucking cleaned up.”

“Frangie- ‘m sorry.”

You sniffled but not because of your potential runny nose or nose bleed, instead you were starting to cry, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as his temper spiked. He wanted to be there so he could just get you back himself, so he didn’t have to rely on the chance that your Lyft driver wasn’t a creep, and to comfort you so that he could make sure your come down wasn’t bad.

He was worried as fuck about you, he still loved you and only his own fear had stopped him from reaching out to apologize, and now you were basically telling him something he wanted to hear. You were telling him that you missed him too.

“Don’t cry. I’m only angry because I’m fucking worried about you, Firecracker.”

You sniffled again and filled the silence by humming, something you’d always done when you were upset or stressed or it was just too quiet for you, and Frankie couldn’t find it in him to ask you anything or talk to you when he knew he would only be gruff and risk making you cry worse.

He sat there watching the map, watching the car show up and talking to the Lyft driver himself with the reminder that he would know if something happened to you, and he was lucky because the sweet Abuela promised she’d get you safe to your hotel and put the phone on speaker so she could keep him updated on your condition.

It was a runny nose, not a bloody nose, and he was thankful to all that was holy for that.

Luck was not something he was used to swinging in his favor, you were the lucky one and this was just part of that, and it didn’t take long to hear Juana hand you off to a hotel staff member who proceeded to get a medic to check on you and make sure you didn’t need to go to the hospital.

“Frankie?”

Your voice sounded small, tired and scared, and he grunted softly as he worked to rebook his entire vacation. Was it risky? Yes. But if there was anything worth taking a risk for in his life it was you.

“Are you happy?”

“No. But we’ll talk about that after you sober up and sleep.”

“I miss you-“

“Don’t. You need to sleep.”

He ignored your crying. For now.

“Drink your water and sleep, Firecracker. I’ll call you in the morning.”

He hung up with his jaw tight and chest burning, dialing up Benny and Will in a group call.

“Fish? What’s going on-“

“Firecracker needs me, I’m rebooking my trip.”

“Where is she, I’ll change our tickets out too.”

He had almost forgotten that, like they had for Pope, the guys would rally to his cause too. Having Will volunteer to change their entire trip made Frankie feel a flood of relief that he’d have his brothers at his back, especially if you refused to answer his call when you were sober again.

“Swanky place near Vegas but not quite in the Vegas strip, she’s going to be in some low-budget movie.”

“Are you going to call Pope?”

Benny’s question left him staring at the wall for a second, his eyes distant as he debated it, he knew that Pope was in Australia with Yovanna but it would certainly help since Pope had friends in high places still. If Frankie did get into some sort of trouble he wanted to know that it wouldn’t affect his custody of Adelia and Pope could make it happen.

“Yea.”

Once the group booked their new plane tickets he ended the call and exhaled as he called up his best friend.

“Fish? What’s goin’ on pendejo?”

“I’m flying out to the Vegas area with Will and Benny, I’d like to have you at my back.”

“Is everything okay, Fish?”

“Firecracker needs me, Pope.”

“She left you.”

Frankie well and truly loved the man and was flooded with this sense of mixed emotions at the anger in Pope’s voice, knowing that he was angry on his behalf about you leaving, but everyone knew it was Frankie’s refusal to get better that drove her away.

“Firecracker called me, she was drunk and high on coke and you know she doesn’t do that shit. Besides, you owe me pendejo.”

“Fish-“

“Columbia.”

Frankie heard the tapping of keys in the quiet on the line, it was definitely a weird hour for Pope with the time zone difference but he knew the sound of that man’s ridiculously loud keyboard.

“Fuck, man. I’m booking a flight now, where am I going?”

Was it excessive? Sure.

Was it risky? Absolutely. Were you worth it? Always.

You felt stupid but you’d been avoiding Dieter, Oliver, the two from lighting whose names you’d never gotten, Beth and Renee like the plague. They weren’t the only ones you had gone out with but they were the ones that appeared most in your memories of your colossal fuck up. Waking up to your phone going off and seeing Frankie calling you had made you terrified you’d gotten sloppy and drunk dialed him (you had, of course) and you had refused to answer the call and let it go to voicemail.

He’d left you three.

You hadn’t listened to a single one of them yet.

All you needed to see was the nearly three hour phone call on your history to the landline in his old workshop he had rented as a storage space. It was damning evidence that you’d royally fucked up and you didn’t know the extent until Oliver had found you on set asking how you felt; hearing him tell you what you’d done made you feel sick to your stomach worse than when you’d first woken up.

Everything you’d learned about that night made you feel shittier and shittier, especially knowing you’d called Frankie, and it was way too easy to run from all of the people involved than to confront any of them. You had chosen to go out and drink, you had been the one to accept fucking coke from Oliver, and you had been the one to call your ex. It didn’t feel right trying to blame them for what you’d done and you felt like a big, fat, fucking hypocrite.

Like it was hung on a neon sign above your head.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned against an exterior wall of the hotel garden, trying not to cry again as the reality set in that you weren’t over Frankie at all. Five years and you were that person pining, regretting, and wishing you’d stayed when the result might’ve even been worse.

“Hey there, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.” Oliver peeked around the wall and it was impossible not to flinch as he patted the pocket of his jacket, you knew what was likely there and had no doubt it was Dieter that replenished his supply. It didn’t take a genius to track where the coke had come from, everyone knew about Dieter Bravo’s drug issues after the TikTok fiasco when Krystal Kris leaked his OD on accident.

You shook your head and looked around for anywhere else you could go to get away.

“No, I’m fine, I don’t- I don’t know what even possessed me to do that in the first place. I don’t want to do that again.” Even vaguely talking about it made the feelings of self-loathing bubble back up to the surface and Oliver’s expression fell as he moved closer.

“We don’t have to do that; we can just have some drinks then, cutie.”

You shook your head and moved away from him, feeling the verge of panic when Oliver only tried to close the gap between you again. A very large hand settled on your lower back in such a familiar way, the slight press of fingertips in your skin and the warmth feeling like it spanned the whole of your lower back even if it didn’t, and you only had to tilt your head to see the familiar patchy beard and dark blue ball cap.

Frankie’s expression was calm fury.

“I believe you were told no and she was trying to get away from you.” He was pissed, his voice was low and growly and dangerous, you’d only ever heard him like this once and that was when someone grabbed your ass during trivia night when you’d gone to get another drink. He’d torn into the man, nearly broken the dude’s hand, and then railed you when you got home in a fit of possessive fury.

Your body responded very enthusiastically to that reminder and you squirmed as the tempo of your pulse kicked up.

“What’re you going to do about -“

“Oliver, go harass someone else.”

Your tone was sharp and it felt good, like you’d finally been able to rekindle that spark of personality you’d left behind in Florida. Oliver looked at you, Frankie, and then behind Frankie and you had no doubt you’d see the guys lurking behind him looking like a wall of ex-military muscle and grit. Watching Oliver slink away, leaving you to look up at Frankie fully, his eyes searched your face before he was crushing you against him in a hug.

The guilt and self-loathing broke and you burst into heaving sobs, smothering yourself in his jacket as you gripped the fabric tight enough to hurt, trying to articulate apologies through the slurring of tears and snot and heaving breaths. Three other hands settled on your arms, making you peek up to look at Santiago and the Millers, and you hated how you could only feel the need to apologize over and over again.

“Easy, Firecracker, easy- that’s it, go ahead and cry. It’s alright, you’re okay and we’re here.” Frankie’s soothing was the only thing that helped you stem the flow of tears, helped ground you, and when you managed to stop crying and he let you go long enough to stand on your own two feet you were engulfed in tight hugs from Will and Benny before Pope was dragging you into his arms too.

“Why- not that I’m upset to see you buy why are you… why are you here?”

Frankie looked at you blankly.

“Did you listen to your voicemails?”

Yikes.

“N-no I was, uh, actually really nervous since I didn’t remember anything about the three hour phone call and I was worried I’d been really out of bounds and that you were calling to yell at me.” Your confession earned a longer moment of his blank stare before Frankie sighed and shook his head, reaching out to cup your face gently and press his forehead to yours.

You couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into his hand, relishing in being this close to him again.

“I was telling you that I was coming out to you, even if you hated me, just to make sure you were okay.”

“Newbie? You out here? Oh, there you are.” Dieter leaned against a wall and eyed Frankie, looking past him as the others no doubt hurried over at the sight of someone else possibly causing problems, and you could have cursed the actor for showing up now of all times.

“What, Dieter?” When the man smiled, walking closer with a swagger to his steps, you realized that was his walk and his eyes were on Frankie. The fact that Dieter Bravo was prancing for your ex left you rendered speechless for a second, trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on.

“Wanted to find out if you were okay, you’ve been avoiding most of us on set since I invited you out-“

“You invited her out? It was your responsibility to make sure she was fucking safe, Hollywood.”

As someone who knew Frankie you knew that tone, his ‘danger’ tone, and Dieter did not. You attempted to intervene before it could get ugly but Pope grabbed your arm gently and tugged you out of the line of fire, shaking his head gently when you tried to get out of his light hold.

“She’s a big girl, ball cap, she can-“

Frankie was too quick, his fist lashed out, and your cavewoman brain purred at the protective display. You squirmed as your body reacted enthusiastically, again, to the punch; it was like you’d been Pavlov’d into getting turned on by Frankie’s aggressive side. Though to be fair you were equally entranced when he was gentle too and when he was needy, it was just Frankie in general.

“I don’t give a damn what excuse you’re thinking of making, Firecracker wouldn’t have done coke if she was sober and you know it.” Frankie’s voice wasn’t loud but you weren’t within the confines of the barriers and your eyes darted around, it was pretty empty out for now but that could change in a heartbeat.

You broke out of Santi’s hold to inspect Dieter’s face, tugging off his stupid RayBans and tilting his head to look at the start of what you suspected would be a nasty bruise and the busted lip. Frankie had also caught his glasses wrong and Dieter was rocking the start to a bad nosebleed, likely sensitive to them already from the coke use doing residual damage to his nasal cavity.

It was without much thought you pinched the bridge of Dieter’s nose and used your sleeve to stop the blood from running down his face.

“Frankie, fuck, you just- Dieter are you okay?” The man blinked twice, like he was disoriented, and looked between you and Frankie as his head bobbed in response to your question. You tapped his undamaged cheek with your ring finger and Dieter’s skin took on a heated hue as Frankie stood back with a scowl on his face.

“Uh, yes, fuck I’m okay. Uh, you uh- you punch… good. You punch good.”

Dieter’s voice was soft and breathy, off tone because you were pinching his nose but understandable, and your throat bobbed as you stared at him while Bunny muttered a soft ‘what the fuck?’ from somewhere behind you.

This was not good, you panicked a little, Dieter hadn’t gone down or hit his head but you were immediately terrified that he’d gotten concussed somehow and was going to retaliate legally the moment his head was clear.

“Shit, Dieter, are you concussed?” You leaned up more into the man’s space to inspect his eyes, the way his skin took on a brighter hue didn’t even register with you as you let go of his nose to see if he was just suffocating because of you.

“No, not concussed-“

“Fucking- are you serious Hollywood?”

Frankie was looking down and you blinked before following his gaze, the baggy sweatpants Dieter favored outside of filming and clubbing were obviously stretched at the crotch and your face was suddenly hotter then hell as you realized Dieter was rocking a boner.

“I like- look man it’s the protective-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your eyes darted to Frankie’s face as you squirmed, very aware of the fact that Frankie was watching you right now, and his already dark eyes were practically black with that intense look you knew usually resulted in walking funny for three days.

He liked this.

“I’m shutting up.”

Dieter’s voice was breathy, needy, and closer to a whine than speech; you had no doubts you’d be the same way if you attempted to talk. Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose and looked over at the guys, the three men watching the exchange silently.

“Pope, think you can make sure none of that went public? Hollywood needs to get cleaned up and I’m going to be a while.” You watched the ex-military men exchange significant looks before they waved merrily, with Benny giving you the address to their hotel and a promise that you were going to be eating dinner with them tomorrow, and Will only caught your hand and squeezed it before following Pope and Benny toward the main street.

Your eyes settled back on Frankie.

“Security is going to block you from getting into the hotel, since there’ve been a lot of people trying to get to Dieter.”

The actor snorted and nudged you.

“No they won’t.”

“Dieter you can’t just-“

“I’m an Oscar winner, I can do whatever I want Newbie.”

Before you could respond Frankie settled his hand on your lower back again, his eyes focused intently on Dieter as the actor abruptly went quiet and swallowed loudly.

“Curb the arrogance, Hollywood. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Frankie steered you all around the wall toward the main entrance, you removed your sweater at this point leaving you in the comfortable graphic tee you’d chosen to wear under it and were using the sweater sleeve to fuss over the blood starting to crust up in Dieter’s mustache.

“My goodness what happened? Are you alright, Mr. Bravo?” The doorman’s eyed darted between all of you and landed on Frankie, who had been smart enough to hide the knuckles of his left hand behind your back this entire time.

“Yea, I came out to find the Newbie and turns out I was just in time to get clocked by some creep hitting on her; if it wasn’t for Frankie here we both might’ve gotten into trouble. He’s with me, and I’d like to get cleaned up.” The doorman abruptly lost that suspicious expression and ushered you all inside, not one person in the lobby stopped you and Dieter grinned as you stood outside the elevator doors.

“See, Newbie? One day you’ll-“

Frankie ushered Dieter in first and then you as soon as the doors slid open to the empty elevator.

“That’s enough of that, Firecracker you haven’t blown up on him yet?” The question made you shake your head and kick the carpeted floor as you pressed the button for the cast floor.

“It’s been- it’s been a while since I’ve lost my temper with anyone. Hasn’t been easy without you, Frankie.”

Dieter looked between the two of you as you stepped back from the panel and his jaw dropped a little.

“Oooohhhhhh, you two were a thing.”

“Yes.”

Your answer was immediate, you felt a bit of a possessive claim over Frankie seeing the actor mooning over him, you wanted Dieter to know that Frankie was yours first. Even if he didn’t want you romantically again and hooked up with Dieter it would be you who had Frankie first out of the two of you.

“Are we going to be a thing?”

The doors closed and you heard the slight yelp from Dieter, gaze lifting to see Frankie gripping the back of his neck, and the stern look on Frankie’s face made your breath shorten and you could feel the wetness starting to make itself known between your legs.

“You are going to have to come up with a good fucking apology to Firecracker first, Hollywood. You want this?” Frankie’s eyes were on you, darting down to Dieter only briefly and then back up, and you nodded as your eyes blew wide realizing he meant to have both of you.

“Words, Firecracker, if you want something you have to tell me. Do I need to remind you about the rules?” You shook your head and then instantly fumbled to answer verbally.

“No, you don’t need to remind me, Frankie. I want this.”

“Good, what about you Hollywood?”

“Is my hard on not enough- yes! Yes I want this.”

Frankie’s grip had tightened and your chest heaved at the casual display of that assertive nature, watching someone else fall apart because of it was making your knees weak and Dieter’s eyes met yours mirroring your own wide-eyed needy look well.

Fuck what a pair the two of you made.

The doors opened and Frankie let go, his hand resting just between Dieter’s shoulders carefully as the actor led you all to his suite, rather than your room, and your eyes darted to the side table where you spotted Dieter’s drug supply just sitting out on display.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes darted to Frankie, who’s jaw had tightened at the sight, and Dieter stepped further into the suite and tossed your stained sweater into the laundry pile.

“You two want any co-“

“If we do this we’re doing it sober. Have you used recently?” Dieter shook his head and leaned against the side of the couch with an almost rueful expression.

“No, I was going to since I just finished up four days of straight filming for ten hours though.”

Somehow you didn’t think Dieter would have stayed sober for filming, you’d thought he was using daily, and you wanted to whisper and apology for assuming but Frankie was already walking over to the other man and catching Dieter’s chin in his grip.

You could tell he was studying Dieter’s face, looking for signs of recent use, and he must’ve been satisfied by what he saw.

“Don’t touch that shit if you want to go anywhere near Firecracker after today, she’ll tell me if you do.” Dieter’s eyes slid to look at you and you nodded, it was an easy choice knowing that Frankie clearly wanted to be back in your life somehow even if it was just sex.

“We have the same taste in men, Newbie.”

His comment had a bit of bite to it and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks heated, couldn’t stop the quick retort that you fired back with. The touch of bratty edge in your tone wasn’t intentional but you weren’t going to let Dieter get away with snipping at you.

“And somehow the media thinks you’re a top, who’d you pay to run that article Dieter?”

“Firecracker.”

You froze at the sharpness in Frankie’s voice, the bite and growl to it making you stare at the back of his head as he turned just enough to look at you, and fuck if you weren’t getting wetter by the second.

“You’re still in trouble for all the worry you’ve caused me, and you didn’t trust me enough to listen to my voicemails. Are you going to be good for me, take your punishment like a good girl? Or do I have to remind you what happens when you’re being a brat?” You almost wheezed since it had been so long since you’d been here, in a place where Frankie was going to wreck you, and your voice was much softer and gentler when you did answer.

“I’ll be good. I’m sorry-“

“Strip down and get on the bed, I’m going to help Hollywood clean up. No touching yourself, legs open for me.”

Frankie led Dieter toward the bathroom and you made a beeline for the large bed just through the fancy glass doors, taking off your clothes only after you got into the room and climbing onto the plush mattress that smelled like Dieter’s hair products. You knew he used natural stuff only, barely used a cell phone, and didn’t trust most advanced tech as far as he could throw it so you’d half expected it to reek of sweat and body odor.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought though, pleasant under the warm spicy scent that followed Dieter around, and you planted your hands on the bed beside your hips as you laid with your legs open. Since he hadn’t told you what to do with your hands aside from not touching yourself you played it safe, keeping your palms down on the sheets and staring at the ceiling.

You were slick and wet and the air was cool on your heated skin, making your nipples pebble, but the soft sound of Frankie talking with Dieter was too distant to hear what they were saying. Part of you wondered if Frankie saw a bit of himself in Dieter, outside of the look-alike thing, and part of you wondered if Frankie was clean.

He had to be if he was demanding this to happen sober.

“Look at you.”

The heat and desire in his voice drew your attention, Frankie had pulled off his flannel and was in his Fleetwood Mac tee-shirt that you often kidnapped to sleep in or make breakfast in, and his eyes were on you. It was like you were transported into the past and nothing had changed, you clenched on nothing at the way he watched you and you could feel the slick pooling and threatening to drip out of you.

Frankie walked into the room and turned away briefly, making you look at Dieter as he paused in the doorway and licked his lips at the sight of you, the sensation of fingertips on your thighs making you look at Frankie again, and those familiar lips lifted into a pleased smile when he ran one finger through your folds to feel the wetness that was still pooling there.

“My good girl.” You clenched around nothing, breath hitching and a needy whine stifled into a soft squeak because you knew he’d think you were being a brat and you couldn’t handle the thought that he’d stop if you didn’t behave for him, you were almost hurting with how bad you wanted him to just fuck you already.

His other hand lifted to cup your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye, and Frankie leaned down to capture your mouth in a soft kiss that you leaned into almost desperately. He tutted against your lips, circling your clit almost too gently, and you knew he could feel the trembling in your limbs as you struggled to stay still for him.

“You’re being so well behaved for me, my lucecita.” Frankie pulled away when your eyes welled over with tears, hearing your pet name after so long from him was making you way too emotional and his lips kissed away the tears forming on your lashes.

Frankie looked over at Dieter, still holding your cheek, but now he was dragging your slick down your inner thigh in a teasing swirl of random patterns on the plush skin.

“I want you to sit in the arm chair with your plug in, no touching your cock and no squirming; you don’t get to cum until I say so. Once I’m done punishing Firecracker you’re going to work on apologizing to her, Hollywood.” Dieter’s throat bobbed and he nodded rapidly, fishing out a small box of carefully stored toys from his drawers, and Frankie circled your clit again as you both watched Dieter carefully lube up the chosen plug.

You were practically mesmerized watching the man’s hand glide along the toy to liberally coat it, sucking in a breath when Frankie’s fingers danced along your seam, and Dieter shifted more as his sweatpants dropped to show off he’d been going commando for however long in order to brace one knee on the bed.

“Do you trust Firecracker to put that in you, Hollywood?”

Dieter’s eyes shot up to Frankie’s face and then down to yours, matching your wide-eyed stare and making your fingers twitch, and finally Dieter nodded and murmured a soft ‘yes’ that made you smile.

“Go ahead, Firecracker.”

Dieter moved up onto the bed, bracing himself on his knees for you as he handed you the bottle of lube, and Frankie’s hum of approval as you coated your fingers and began to work Dieter open with first made you respond with a soft sigh while Dieter whined at the sensation of you sliding one finger into him slowly. He rocked back against your touch and moaned when you slid a second finger into him and scissored gently, carefully to avoid hurting him, and Frankie’s finger continued to alternate between circling your clit and working you up before he’d draw away and trace patterns on your thighs.

“I’m going to fill you up now Dieter, tell me if there’s any discomfort?”

“Y-yes.”

Gently you pressed the slick toy into him, free hand cupping his cheek and tracing the skin gently with your thumb, it helped you hold him open enough to see the toy slowly sink into his body. Precum dribbled from his head and onto the sheets as he squeezed his thighs, head hanging forward before you finished seating the toy into him, and Dieter’s long moan as Frankie reached over to press on the base of the plug made you shiver.

“You’re so gentle with him, lucecita. You’re on your best behavior tonight.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he leaned back, staring down into your eyes, and you let your lips part for him to press the digit into your mouth where you circled it with your tongue like a promise and reminder.

“Hollywood, go get settled.”

“Yes sir.”

Dieter’s voice was pitched high as he replied; easing himself off the bed and crossing the room to sit in the chair, and you watched him fight the urge to squirm as he sat back in the seat with his hands on the arm rests. You felt bad for him, it was one of Frankie’s favorite forms of teasing, and you were honestly glad that you were here and he had no access to your bullet vibrator.

Being forced to walk around the house with that in, for being a brat, and at his mercy had always been an overwhelming punishment with how many times he’d edge you before giving in and letting you cum.

Frankie’s touch grew firmer against your clit, drawing your attention back to him instead of Dieter, and he dragged his thumb to the corner of your mouth before he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re already so wet for me, I wonder if I can spank you until you drip wet spots on my lap.” You clenched around his fingers as he thrust two into you, the combination of his words and the sensation of him pressing those calloused fingertips deep into your pussy making you exhale a breathy moan.

“Oh, someone wants me to spank her pretty ass? It’s not that much of a punishment if you want it now is it? What should I do instead, hm?” He nipped at the skin of your neck and simply held his hand inside you, unmoving and making you whimper around his thumb, his hold on your mouth making it impossible not to drool slightly.

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and smirked at the viscous trail of slick that coated them, the slight trail where he parted them making your face feel incredibly overheated, and you could have wept with relief when he took his thumb out of your mouth and reached for his belt buckle. The belt was tossed aside, his pants unbuttoned before they joined his flannel on the floor, and soon he was bare in front of you.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, lucecita. Hollywood, come lay on the bed.”

Dieter whimpered as he hurried to obey, already worked up from watching, and you could tell his face was definitely going to get bad now that the swelling was starting to show. It was almost instinctive to reach up and gently trace the edges of where the bruise was going to be with the hand that hadn’t stretched him open, after kissing your fingertips gently like an indirect kiss to apologize, and Dieter caught your hand to press a return kiss to your palm.

“You two are so fucking precious. Lucecita, you’re going to keep his cock nice and warm while I make up for the punch. No moving, no cumming, and no trying to grind this pretty little clit on those curls of his because I’ll know.” You hoped your pout wasn’t noticeable, prayed he didn’t catch the tilt of your brows before you could school your face, and Frankie nudged your hips to make you straddle Dieter’s body.

A condom was slipped into your hand and you couldn’t help the shiver that started at the base of your spine, or the way you leaked slick at the foil packet you were holding. As you got to work putting the condom on Frankie’s large hands pressed into the skin of your hips, pressing into the pillowy flesh.

“You remember, don’t you, what I said about this cunt? This is mine, only I get to fill it.” He cupped you for emphasis, fingers dragging through your folds as you nodded rapidly and bit down on your lower lip to silence the whine that bubbled up in your chest, and Dieter’s head fell back when Frankie teased the base of the plug with that slick coated hand. As soon as the condom was seated Frankie began guiding you forward and down, sinking you onto Dieter’s cock slowly, and while he wasn’t as thick as Frankie you could still feel the drag of him against your walls.

The fact that Frankie was going slow, mindful of how sensitive you could be to penetration with something bigger than two of his fingers, was just another reminder that he hadn’t forgotten and it made it so easy to remember why you still loved him.

You paused when the stretch began to hurt, even with you being as wet as you were, and Frankie eased you up off Dieter a bit and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your ear.

“Easy now, that’s a good girl, thank you for listening to your body’s limits lucecita.” In the past, when you’d first gotten with him, it had taken a bit to finally confess that it could still hurt no matter how much he worked you open. That sometimes you just couldn’t handle penetrative sex. Frankie hadn’t made fun of you or thought you weird, he took those days to simply spending hours between your legs with his mouth, and he thanked you for talking to him about it every time.

Dieter stared up at you like you were some sort of wonder, wide-eyed and awestricken as he reached out to stroke your thighs, and you let Frankie ease you up higher before slowly sinking back down again.

“It’s not a race, we’re not pressed for time, don’t cum but don’t push yourself.”

You whimpered, sinking deeper down onto Dieter’s cock.

“My good girl, doing so well for me, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He drew you back up, watching for any of the signs that it was too much for you, and when you sank down nearly all the way he pressed hard on Dieter’s hip before the man could buck up into you. The last little bit stung but not enough for you to stop everything, settling on Dieter’s lap as Frankie teased the man with the plug, and you swallowed down a moan when Dieter’s hips jerked up as Frankie began removing the plug. The toy was set carefully on a washcloth, no doubt to be cleaned later, and Dieter’s hands captured yours as he trembled beneath you.

Foil ripped and you felt Frankie slot himself behind you a few moments later, felt his broad frame as he pressed close to you, and his hands gripped Dieter’s thighs and lifted both of you so that he could slide his knees under the man’s body. Your thighs trembled as Dieter squeezed your hands, pressing them into his pectorals so you didn’t lose your balance, and the slow glide of Frankie pressing himself into Dieter’s ass made the man whine long and low.

His throat jumped, you could feel Dieter’s heart racing, and his cock throbbed like a reminder that he was there before you felt the full skin contact as Frankie pressed all the way in.

“Remember, lucecita, you aren’t allowed to cum. Be a good girl and keep Hollywood nice and warm.”

He nipped the shell of your ear and you shivered at the light breath against your skin, fingers dragging down to press into the softness of Dieter’s tummy, and the actor’s lips parted before his speech was stolen as Frankie started to fuck him. It was suddenly a far worse punishment than you had thought when Dieter’s hips rolled sporadically, with Frankie’s breath against your skin and alternating with biting and sucking on the skin at the base of your neck.

Fire coursed through your veins and your breathing started to shorten, the sporadic hip rolls from Dieter and the harsh jolt from each of Frankie’s thrusts working in a rhythm that was so out of sync with what you needed, it was enough to ride the edge but you knew it wasn’t going to make you cum on its own. What was ruining you was the harsh grunting from Frankie at your back, his soft praise for you and Dieter about how good you were being for him and how good Dieter felt around him, and the shamelessly loud moans and pleading from Dieter beneath you.

You couldn’t help the way you dug your fingers into Dieter’s skin to make him look at you, watching him fall apart like this was almost making you wetter than the feeling of him inside you.

“Fr-frankie he sounds so pretty like this.”

“Hear that Hollywood? Gonna keep serenading lucecita? I know she feels good around your cock.”

Dieter’s eyes were blown wide as he nodded rapidly, his hands untangling from the sheets to capture yours again and press sloppy kisses to your palms and knuckles. You struggled and clenched around him as he angled you enough that it made his curls tease your clit, working you up faster than ever, thighs pressing tighter around him since he’d nearly thrown your balance with how badly your thighs were starting to tremble.

“Y-yes, fuck you feel amazing. Feels like fucking Nirvana. Shit, shit if you keep clenching like that I’m going to cum. Frankie, fuck please-“

“Since you asked so nicely, you can have it Hollywood. Cum for us.”

Frankie’s hips rolled in a way that made Dieter jerk up into you, with his hold on your hands and the angle of your body you had to fight against the growing orgasm that was now beginning to burn through your body, and each thrust pulled a louder and needier sound from Dieter as you squeezed your eyes shut against the sensations.

“Fuck-!” Dieter went still and you could feel him pulsing thick and hot inside you with Frankie’s hips slowing but not stopping, guiding the man down, and your eyes were wet with tears as your orgasm slowly hovered and ebbed away from you. Frankie leaned forward and pulled you back against him, slotting his mouth over yours in a desperate kiss, and you jolted when he pulled you off Dieter’s cock and rolled you onto your back beside the other man.

“So fucking good for me. You can cum now, lucecita.”

Before you could ask what he was doing Frankie pulled you to the end of the bed and licked a long flat stroke through your folds with his tongue, making you buck against his face, and he banded an arm across your hips as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked gently. The scrape of his facial hair, the feeling of his fingers gently pressing into you, and the soft touch of Dieter’s hand drifting down your breast as he shifted to watch made you keen before you broke.

A sob of Frankie’s name as your eyes danced with white spots hung in the air, your chest heaving with each harsh breath as you squirmed against the slow touches and licks that Frankie was still giving you, and Dieter stroked your cheek gently and pet your hair as you trembled and squeezed the sheets in a grip that almost hurt your hands.

“That’s it, shit you’re gorgeous, easy now.”

Dieter’s soft praise made you blink up at him through the shine of your tears and he leaned down, kissing them away and whispering into your skin.

“Thank you for letting me be part of this. Thank you for being gentle with me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, I’m so sorry I got you into a situation you never wanted to be in.”

Tears were forming in his eyes and you were gentle in cupping the good side of Dieter’s face to press his forehead to yours, like some sort of wannabe Spiderman kiss scene with how he was curled around your head.

“I’m sorry for blaming you, Dieter, when you just wanted me to let loose and have some fun. I know you didn’t mean for me to get high like that. It’s okay, I forgive you.” Dieter’s smile was tear-filled and you stared up at Frankie as he stood up, his cock was hard and he was holding the base of it, looking between the two of you.

When you opened your mouth, tongue out and ready for him, Frankie groaned before stripping off the condom and using the warm washcloth from the little towel warmer to wipe himself off first and then walked over to kneel over you.

“You’re so good to me, lucecita.”

He jerked himself over you, hand dragging along the skin of his cock, and you almost keened when Dieter leaned down to play with your nipples; the sight made Frankie moan and you watched his hips stutter, the way his balls drew up, and the warm feeling of his cum spilling across your tongue and painting the skin of your face and chest made you smile even as you held your mouth open.

“Eat it, Hollywood, clean her up for me.”

Dieter didn’t hesitate to begin licking the tangy cum from your skin, moving to get the best angles to run his tongue along you and clear it away, and he slotted his mouth to yours last in a kiss that made you whine into his mouth before you felt Dieter whine as Frankie began cleaning him up with a new wash cloth.

Frankie cleaned up your hands too, mindful of where everyone had touched or been touched, and you stroked Dieter’s curly hair gently when he pulled back from your mouth. But Frankie wasn’t done with you, cleaning up Dieter’s cock last before stroking it firmly, and you could see the way he eyed you carefully.

“I can handle it, Frankie, please?”

“Only take what you can, lucecita.”

You smiled and licked a broad stroke up the underside of Dieter’s cock, teasing the base of the head as you moved to your hands and knees, and Frankie pressed a kiss against your back as he ran his hand through your slick and his saliva that he had left alone. The blunt head of him pressed into you and you purposefully slid only the head of Dieter’s cock into your mouth, the actor wheezed your name out into the room when you hollowed your cheeks and teased him with your tongue.

Frankie was slow pressing into you, paying attention to how you sounded around Dieter and the way your body either clenched or stiffened, and when he reached the base and filled you completely you wrapped your hand around the portion of Dieter’s cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth without gagging. Letting saliva dribble down his shaft to make it gentler on him, which made Dieter squirm, and then Frankie started to move.

“Come on lucecita, I know you can match my pace.”

As you sank down and took Dieter’s cock fully into your mouth Frankie thrust into you at an angle that made you see stars, your moan around Dieter made the man whine and only the weight of your arm on his lower abdomen held him still, your hand turning slightly as you hollowed your cheeks and drew your mouth off him to tease the head and sink back down in time with Frankie.

“Oh, shit your mouth feels good.”

“It’s the best, isn’t it Hollywood?”

Frankie’s hands gripped your hips in a way that was so familiar, it felt like being home and you arched your back more into him in a way that made him moan behind you and cup your throat just to feel you take Dieter’s cock. The actor’s hands came up to the side of your head, stroking as he begged you for more, and as Frankie leaned back and pulled your hips harder into him with each thrust you moved your hand in time to sink all the way down until your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of Dieter’s cock and you could swallow around him.

His hoarse cry of your name turned to a long moan as he came down your throat, holding you in place as you swallowed and fought against the urge to pull away from him, and Frankie’s finger on your clit swirled and pressed until you were moaning and Dieter let you go to breathe as you came. Dribbling saliva and cum down the man’s cock as Frankie spilled into you, the warm flood of his cum making you clench and breath hard against Dieter’s skin as you let your forehead rest against the man’s hip.

Frankie kissed your back and pulled out slow, grabbing new cloths and cleaning everyone up gently, and he pulled you into a tight hug as you shivered slightly from how sensitive you were. Dieter pulled the comforter back and let you settle in the bed, yelping when Frankie grabbed him by the back of the neck and steered him into the sheets too, and both of you curled up against Frankie’s sides and stared at one another across his chest.

You giggled at the almost baffled look on Dieter’s face.

“You okay there Dieter?”

“I don’t really- I mean the cuddling is uh… new.” You reached across Frankie’s chest to capture Dieter’s hand gently and offer him the best smile you could, hoping to calm him since you could see the tension around his eyes. Dieter blinked back at you and squeezed your hand gently.

Frankie’s hand was gentle on the back of your neck, pressing so you would look up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. “We need to talk but that can wait, get some rest lucecita.” You wanted to argue that you weren’t tired but just being in his arms again after so long was comforting, it made you feel like home, and you drifted off to Frankie and Dieter murmuring softly around you and Dieter holding your hand right above Frankie’s heart.

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[novasdarling]

If you're up for it maybe yan nobunaga or illumi with a reader that just consistently resists and denies affection of any kind and eventually the chosen yan just snaps and somnos her

I didnt see anything on noncon in your rules so I hope this is alright! :O

Sure! I went with Illumi, felt like he needed more attention on here.

Just Love Me

TW: Noncon, Kidnapping Mentioned, Forced Affection, Somophilia, Female Reader.

He had been patient, hadn’t he? Waiting weeks and weeks for you to behave. But instead, Illumi was met with a disobedient little pet instead of a devoted partner. You were rude and unruly at all times. Never appreciating his gifts or gestures. Illumi knew he wasn’t good at romance, he knew it wasn’t something natural or normal for him. He had to teach himself to care about someone else. To express his love in different ways. Yes, Illumi had started off rough with kidnapping you and forcing you to wed him, but in the end, it was for your own good. So why couldn’t you see that? Why couldn’t you see how Illumi almost worshipped the ground you walked on? Does he not admire everything about you? If you were playing hard to get, it wasn’t funny or charming anymore and he needed it to end.

It was another normal conversation, Illumi was examining you, lecturing you on behaving. If you just behaved you wouldn’t of gotten hurt. Yet, you squirmed and pushed when he went to hug you. Causing you to fall and sprain your wrist. It was all so silly how you acted, how dramatic you were being. Then again, your powerful emotions and drive are what made him fall for you. What landed you with the black-eyed assassin. You that was frustrating him now. It was cruel to watch the one person he truly loved outside of his family deny him what he desperately needed. He didn't mean to hurt you, it was because you tried to get away that you fell. However, you still blamed him for your wrist.

He tried to soothe you. Tending to your wound as carefully as he could. Illumi knew he could be severe at times, even overbearing. So he took these tender moments to show you how soft and gentle he could be. Though they never seemed to fully get through to you. At most he would get a thank you and maybe a peck on the lips if he really insisted. This time was no different.

It bothered him, that nothing you gave him was from your own want. No amount of affection was because you desired to do so. Nothing because you wanted to show him you loved him. No, even when he took care of you like now. Pampered you, cared for you every way he could. Dressing you, bathing you, making sure you were comfortable and unstressed. Yet, you still looked at him the same. Still had the same fear in your eyes when looking at your husband. Your body was stiff. Eyes watching his hands intently. This isn’t what lovers did. Hell, even his own parents were more natural than this and they commonly killed. What was he doing wrong? He thought he was doing everything you told him you wanted, besides, let you go. If you just gave yourself to him, you both would be happier. Illumi could picture it, finally having you there in his arms. Curled in on him while you two sat on the sofa. Enjoying a movie after a long day. That was normal. That was what should be occurring, not you fighting him every day.

Months of rejections had been building up. Illumi just wanted love, love from you. Yet, you were so damn difficult and refused him all the time. How could anyone blame him when he just craved your touch so badly. Craved any form of affection from you. It started with him moving to your side of the bed. You had only agreed to share a bed about a week ago. Mainly because he had flooded your room, of course, he had stated it was a burst pipe. You had stated that he was to stay on one side and you on the other, but you were fast asleep. The pain meds he had gotten for you tended to put you to sleep easily and keep you asleep. Moving closer Illumi carefully placed his arms around you. Having your back against his chest, pressed tightly together as you two laid on your sides. This was nice, to have you against him without all the crying and struggling. Like you two were a proper couple. It was a shame Illumi wanted more. He was selfish. Once he had his mind made up, it was hard to deter him. He wanted you all, in every possible way. Ashamed was something most would be feeling if they were doing what he was. Illumi just couldn't be bothered with the emotion as he snaked his hands down, pulling his and your bottoms off. It was a beautiful sight, to have you laying there without any pants on. Laying there bare with him. You were a vision to him. A beautiful angel and all his. Yes, his. That was what this was all about. His finger moved to explore what your bottoms had been hiding. He couldn’t help the moans that left him as his finger delved between your legs. You felt so soft, fragile compared to him. You were warm and soft there. So welcoming as his fingers went knuckle deep.

It would be wrong for your first time to be like this, something you wouldn't even remember. As much as he was desperate for you, he wanted you to remember it. Now wasn’t the time, he simply has to settle for something else instead. That was when he spotted the bottle of lotion on your nightstand. That would have to do. Carefully reaching over he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few pumps in his hand, smearing it on your upper thighs near your entrance. Spreading a thick layer in order to avoid any pain and friction. Illumi was already hard from just looking at you. Such an angel when you kept your mouth shut and let him have his way. Lifting your leg slightly up, he placed his dick between your soft thighs. Letting your leg now fall gently, caging his member in. He wanted to just fuck your thighs as hard as he could. Get all of his pent up aggression out, but he couldn’t. He wanted this to last as long as he could, plus there was the issue of you waking up. The medication could only do so much. Instead, Illumi needed to go slow, drag it out as long as he could. Slowly he began to pump himself between your legs. Gripping your hips to steady himself. Trying to keep his moans low, but it was hard. Having to quiet himself when he was in heaven. His thrusts were soft and long. Yes, yes, this was how a married couple should be. Fucking each other, satisfying one another. Taking care of each other needs. As much as he tried to draw it out, it wasn’t long before Illumi was cumming between your thighs. Making a sticky mess. He held you tighter, he never wanted this to end, for you to wake up and go back to being the brat you were. Illumi would just have to enjoy this for as long as he could. Perhaps he would get some more of the pain medication to keep when he needed you. If this was the only way he could have you right now, then he would indulge himself.

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Could I request a Heis x Reader where the Reader’s like a takes-no-bullshit, badass and outspoken person and Heiseberg has heart eyes for someone for the first time ever. He constantly tries to get their attention and loves that they play hard to get. Maybe it turns into some rough! smut if you’re comfy with it?

((Honestly I love the thought of Heis getting whipped by someone even mouthier than him. Here you go!! I went a lil ham, and basically made it smut with a sorta plot if you squint. Also added a bit of fluff at the end, because Karl and Reader deserve nice things. Hope you like it!!))

Content warnings: Smut, rough sex, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex (use a condom kids!), fingering, fluff at the end

18+ MINORS DNI

“KARL HEISENBERG!!”

Ah, shit.

For a second, he was tempted to make a break for it, hide himself somewhere that you couldn’t find him. Whenever you called him by his full name, it probably meant you considered him to be in deep shit. To be honest, he’d first kept you around as nothing more than a novelty; he enjoyed the fact that you refused to bow down and kiss his ass like so many others would. You’d yell at him like he wasn’t able to snap your spine in half, and you weren’t afraid to speak your mind whenever he did something that displeased you. But most of all, you laughed and joked with him. Treated him like he was just a normal human being, not some monster he was used to thinking himself as all these years. Your smile could light up a room, and he found himself wanting to hear your laugh so badly he’d go out of his way to get you to do it.

Then again, he also quickly remembered this was his own damn factory, and he wasn’t gonna hide from shit.

The door to his workshop slammed open, and if looks could kill he would have been struck down on the spot. In your hands were what looked to be the remnants of a radio, wires spilling out of the body like guts. Leaning back in his chair as he puffed on the cigar in his mouth, a wide grin spread across his face as if nothing was wrong. He looked smug as he always off, hat placed on the table and cigar in his mouth. “Buttercup!”

“Don’t you fucking ‘Buttercup’ me, you son of a bitch,” you snarled, stomping over to his desk and slamming the radio down on his table, crumpling the blueprints underneath. You heard him swore in protest, but you ignored it. “This was my goddamn radio, and yet you decided you needed a receiver and just took it apart?!”

He frowned at you, shrugging as he looked down at the remains of the machinery. “I couldn’t be bothered to find one through the damn scrap pile.”

Your fury seemed to increase tenfold as you rubbed a hand over your face. You started laughing, but there was barely any humour in it. He knew his response had struck a nerve, and he was in even deeper shit. Then again, you were kinda hot when you were enraged.

A finger was pointed at him as you jabbed it towards his chest. “You’re either fixing it, or finding me a new radio.”

He scoffed, raising an eyebrow towards you. “Or what?”

“Or that,” you gestured your head towards the radio, “is going over your fucking head.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, calmly stubbing out his cigar in the ashtray before standing to his full height. He took careful strides towards you, his face unreadable, though a spark of savage want flickered in his eyes. You stood your ground, arms crossed as you craned your neck up to look at him, your jaw squared and posture strong. “You really think it’s wise to threaten me, doll?” he asked, voice low with a gravelly edge that caused heat to pool in your core. Lifting a hand, his fingers tangled into the ends of your hair, giving a playful tug. He couldn’t help but notice the pink to your cheeks, and he wondered how far he could go with this. “You get a little thrill out of it? That it? You yell at me because you get off on it?”

You rubbed your thighs together as subtly as you could, but he noticed, his grin widening to levels of near lunacy. “I-it’s not like that,” you stammered, dropping the eye contact to look down at the floor. The grip on your hair moved to grab more purchase at the base of your skull, forcing you to look back up at him. He stepped forward, making you move back until your ass hit the edge of a workbench behind you.

“Oh, but I think it is,” he cooed, using his free hand to take off his shades and carefully tossing them to the corner of the bench. Now you could see his rust coloured eyes, vivid in their intensity as they scanned every feature of your face, your breath caught in your throat as he lowered his face towards you. You could feel his breath fanning over your face, and could smell the tobacco and whiskey he liked to indulge in. It was a heady scent, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the intensity if you weren’t careful. “If I were a betting man, I would wager you’d want me to punish you a little for that filthy mouth of yours.”

Your mind whirred at what he meant by punishment. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of it before, when you were alone and needy for release in your quarters. Him taking you roughly from behind while you were bent over the nearest surface, smacking your ass hard while he pulled your hair for leverage. A hand around your throat, squeezing lightly while he watched your eyes roll back in their sockets as he fucked you hard into his bed. You realised you’d lost a few second at all the possibilities when he was staring at you with amusement, head tilted as his eyes raked over your body. Your mouth opened, but closed quickly as the words escaped you. As per usual, he decided to fill the silence for you. “Went a little quiet there sweetheart,” he murmured mere inches from your lips. “Wondered what your filthy little mind was thinking, hm?”

This was the closest he had got when it come to rattling you, and he found it addictive. Sure, he had tried the usual routes of shameless flirting and playfully smacking your ass when you were comfortable with it, but you’d rebuffed each and every advance with a little quip of your own. But he had always seen that glint in your eye when he was flirty, how a little colour came to your cheeks that you tried to desperately hide. Truthfully, you were beginning to become something of an addiction to him that he just couldn’t quit. Didn’t want to quit.

“Maybe I wasn’t thinking of anything,” you mumbled, hating how small you sounded. It wasn’t the best comeback, but it was all you could think of.

“Sure you weren’t,” he scoffed, letting go of you for only a moment before he gripped your waist and all but threw you on top of the workbench. Your little squeal of surprise fuelled him, and the way your eyes widened with lust blown pupils at the show of strength caused his erection to strain painfully in his trousers. He slotted himself between your parted legs, hands gripping your waist as he rolled his hips against your core. Your eyelids fluttered, hands flying up to the lapel of his jacket for support. He ducked his head down so his lips grazed your own, desperate to kiss you but not wanting to cross a line you didn’t want to. “You don’t have to do this with me sweetheart,” he said, barely above a whisper. Dear God, he desperately begged to whoever was upstairs that he read the room right, and you were as desperate for him as he was for you. “If you wanna stop, no hard feelings.”

The thought of this moment ending caused a whine to catch in your throat, threatening to overspill any second. You’d fantasised of this for so long, and you were desperate to find out if it would match your expectations. You were the first to initiate, giving your consent wholly as lips crashed against his. It took him a moment for him to return it, but when he did it was overwhelming. The kiss was full of desperate frensy; all teeth and tongue, his hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise. You returned it with vigour, breathing small moans into his mouth that he growled in lust whenever he received. You pushed off his jacket, and his hands were only off you long enough to let it fall to the ground. They found the straps of your overalls, pushing them off in a frantic need and letting them fall to your waist. You felt him grip the front of your shirt, and with one strong tug it was torn to shreds. You let out a breathy sigh as that fire in your stomach was fuelled by the action. You could be mad at him for fucking up what little clothes you had later. Right now, it was hot as fuck.

“Fuck, Karl,” you breathed into his skin as you kissed the junction between his neck and shoulder, feeling his grip on the waistband of your overalls as he tried to pull them off. Ever since you found out his first name, you barely used it. He was always Heisenberg, Heis, or some form of creative insult. It didn’t escape your notice that when you used his first name, his need for you somehow grew even more than it already was, became frantic to see you naked. As you toed off your boots, he took the time to pull off his shirt and tank top, leaving him topless and leaving you panting at the sight.

He was back all over you, tugging off your overalls and panties in one movement. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck as you felt his fingers at your core, swiping up your slit in a movement that made your legs quiver. “So fucking wet,” he growled, diving back in for another intense kiss as his finger sunk into you. He pumped into you and tested which angle, which curl of his finger made you moan the loudest into his mouth in a way that made his cock strain at the sound of it. Another finger was added, his thumb circling around your clit in time with his movements, and your head fell back with jaw lax as your eyes rolled backwards. He dove to attack your neck with his mouth, teeth clamping down on the soft flesh as his tongue teased, adding to your pleasure. If he kept this up, you were going to lose it, the tension deep in your stomach threatening to snap. “Fuck me already,” you pleaded, an edge of feral need in your voice.

He huffed out a laugh as he felt your hands trail quickly down his chest, moving to fumble with his belts. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?” he murmured against your neck, though he found himself getting impatient too. A low growl escaped him as you finally freed his cock, wrapping your hand around it with widened eyes as you stroked it. You always wondered if he was big, but you never expected it to be like this. The length was a little above average, but he made up with it in thickness, the girth making you swipe a tongue over your lip in need. In the back of your mind, you wondered if you needed more prep, but that logical thought was blown away by feral lust. You could deal with the ache later; for now you needed him.

You pulled him towards you with your heels dug into his thighs, but he held fast, holding your chin tightly in one hand while the other gripped his dick and teased your entrance with it in a way that made you whine. “Beg me for it,” he growled, pressing lightly into you. “I wanna hear it.”

“Fuck, please, don’t you dare fucking tease me,” you snarled, pressing yourself forward as much as you could without falling off the table. When he quirked an eyebrow, you knew for a fact he’d leave you here needy when he pulled away, teasing you for as long as you could hold out for if it meant getting his way. The dam broke; fuck, you needed him, and you couldn’t stop the words tumbling from your mouth. “Karl, please, I need you,” you whined, looking up at him through your lashes. “Please, fuck me.”

The grip on your chin loosened and fell away, the arm wrapping around your waist as he pressed his length into you, going as fast as he could without hurting you. Heavy panting from the both of you was the only thing that could be heard over the thrum of the factory. Your brain short-circuited from pleasure; you clung onto him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling, and he held on with just as much intensity. When you finally opened eyes you didn’t realise you closed, he was looking right at you, eyes flickering over your features as if he was watching everything, taping it to memory. You’d never seen him like this. Blissed out with pleasure, yet the intensity still remained. There was something else too, that you couldn’t quite place. A look of… Adoration? Maybe you were just imagining things in a lust filled haze.

You rolled your hips to urge him to move, finding that your mind had too much space to think. You ran your hand through his hair, gripping the back as you bucked against him, matching the intensity as you picked up speed. You heard a sound from somewhere, though you had no idea where it came from, and at that moment you couldn’t give less of a shit. You panted as you kissed him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth, which he devoured eagerly as he pounded into you. All the nerves in your body came alight as you reached your edge, threatening to come apart at the seams if it wasn’t for his strong grip around your waist, anchoring you to the table as objects clattered off the surface from the intensity.

Your soft staccatos of gasps, ending with an intense scream as you tightened intensely around him while you came hard caused him to fall headlong into his own release, gasping for breath as his hips stuttered from how hard he came. “Fuck, Jesus…” He ended his growled words with your name falling from his lips, his head falling to rest on your shoulder as he caught his breath. You were both left in the afterglow, both trying to get your brains into gear again from the fuzziness as you recovered. He slowly slipped out of you, his cum starting to leak onto your thighs as he tucked himself back into his trousers and looked around for a rag you could use. When you looked down, you realised that the sound you heard earlier was Karl’s hand warping and breaking the table with his harsh grip. You forced back a smile at it; at the fact you’d made him lose control with his need for you that much.

You exhaled a forceful sigh, rubbing your face with both palms as you grinned through them. Yeah, this was worth it. And it was ten times better than you thought it would be. He caught your smirk when he turned around, handing you a small piece of clean cloth as he quirked an eyebrow while picking up his clothes. “What’re you smiling about?” his asked, his tone amused. “That good, huh?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, leaning forward to snatch his tank top from him before you pulled it on and cleaned yourself up. He opened his mouth to complain, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that shut him up when he saw you wearing his clothes.

“I’m smiling because I’m assuming you think you’re getting out of getting me a new damn radio,” you answered as you found your panties, pulling them on. He laughed at that, shaking his head as he continued getting dressed, now without undershirt.

“Even fucking your brains out isn’t gonna stop you from being a brat, is it?” he drawled, picking up a cigar from the small box he kept on his desk and lighting it up as he took a few puffs.

You chuckled, stepping over on bare feet to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Absolutely fucking not, and you love it.”

He snorted, but deep down, he knew you were right. He was elated that you still treated him exactly the same, even after your passionate encounter had taken place. In fact, this was probably going to make you even mouthier. But he found himself not minding that one iota.

~

“Oh honeybun!” you heard him boom out in a singsong voice from outside your workshop door, kicking it open for effect though you knew full well he could use his powers or God forbid, use the fucking handle. You barely looked up from the welding project you were working on, waiting until you’d finished with the bond that took most of your attention.

You flipped the visor you wore upwards, looking up to focus on him with narrowed eyes of suspicion. He had something behind his back, but you couldn’t see what. To be honest, you’d got used to working in silence without music the few weeks since the ‘incident’, but you had been fucking pretty much every night since then. That was all worth it, to have him rather than a hunk of junk whose stations you didn’t even particularly like.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on those reactor cores? I’ve been sweating my ass off getting these leg frames made.” You tried to keep the amusement from your voice, but he probably heard it enough to warrant that laugh he gave in return.

“Almost done doll, I promise. But I thought this would be something better to use my time with. Close your eyes for me.”

You looked puzzled. “Why?”

He sighed in exasperation, tilting his head back in frustration. “For fuck sa- Just trust me, alright?”

You sighed dramatically, making a show of placing your gloved hands over your eyes. You heard him shuffle around your workspace, mumbling something to himself in German like he usually did when he was concentrating. It sounded like he was doing something at your desk, though you weren’t quite sure.

“Alright, you can look now.”

When you let your vision adjust and looked towards him, he held his hand with a flourish towards something new on your desk. It took you a minute to figure out what it was. A large rectangular box, the time of day shown in the middle on a screen. It had buttons on the top of it across the edge, and a strange metal thing that looked like a charging cable sticking out of the middle. Your eyes widened as you realised what exactly you were looking at. “Holy shit,” you breathed as you ripped your welding mask off, setting it down as you joined him at his side. “Is that an iPod dock?!”

He looked a little puzzled as he shrugged. “Iunno. I found it, did some fiddling and found out it plays radio stations sorta decent.” He rubbed the back of his head as a slightly sheepish look crossed his face. “I didn’t forget, you know.”

You squealed as you threw yourself at him to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. He chuckled, arms encircling your waist as he looked down at you when you pulled away from the kiss. “I take it I did good?”

“You did good,” you echoed, pulling away to look for something in your upper desk drawer. To be honest, you’d completely forgotten about it ages ago. You considered it a remnant of your past; of your old life, and had retired it to live anywhere other than your pockets since you started working at the factory. The old iPod nano, screen slightly smashed and green metal scuffed from your tribulations of surviving your journey into the village was nestled right at the bottom, and you held your breath as you stared at it in your hand. Would it even work? God knows what it went through, but you had to try. It’d lost it’s charge a couple of weeks into you working at the factory, and you’d slightly mourned the loss of listening to it through headphones whenever you could. But now? If this worked, you didn’t have to worry about that.

Karl looked thoroughly engrossed in whatever it was you were doing, as he usually did whenever something new technological wise caught his attention. With a little prayer to the machinery Gods, you fitted the iPod into the dock, holding your breath to see if it would power on. To your surprise (and joy), you saw the darkened screen as the apple logo popped up, and then switched to the main screen.

“What is it?” Karl asked from beside you, but at first you ignored him, looking through the song list. They were all still there. All your favourite tracks, ready to play. You decided on your favourite to listen to first, pressing play and keeping your finger on the volume up button until it filled the room with its melody.

Karl looked fascinated as he listened, his mind figuring out what was happening to the best of my abilities. “Huh. I’ll be damned,” he murmured, tilting his head as he listened to the first few beats. He watched as your hips swayed to the music, and you softly sang along to the lyrics. A grin spread across his face as he leaned against your desk. “You listened to this shit?” Though it was a jab, there was no malice behind it. Just amusement.

“You shut your mouth, this is a classic,” you answered back with a smirk, slotting yourself between his legs and looping your arms around his neck as you swayed. His hands found your waist, and he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“So, I’m off the hook?” he asked with an amused lilt to his voice.

You nodded. How could he not be? He’d given back something you thought you’d lost, without even realising what he’d done. He’d given you this, but he’d also given you a home. He’d given you protection. And even if you didn’t know it yet, he’d given you his love and adoration.

“Yeah,” you murmured as you kissed him again.

“You’re off the hook.”

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