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evergone · 1 month

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Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

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hanasnx · 5 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | mild gunplay | sexual harassment | flirting | enemies to lovers

“Now, where do you think you’re goin’?” The deep, digitally edged voice of the ARKHAM KNIGHT miraculously cuts through the ringing in your ears. The bullet hole dug into the concrete above your head smokes, and you breathe in its fumes, your hands over your head in a defensive pose. His warning shot. Laying on your stomach, you’d attempted to crawl away, and at the sound of his heavy boots sauntering after you, you’re secure enough to lift your head. You check his location, and he’s right on top of you.

“Wait!” you plea, raising a hand to him only for his glove to clamp around your wrist. Your socket aches as he yanks on your arm, lifting you in a swift motion to cup his forearm under your thighs and sling you over his shoulder. Your stomach makes contact with it, the air in your lungs huffing out with a groan as he straightens to his dizzying full height. “Let- me- go!” The fear of his gun had worn off, now carrying you to a car he’d called for back-up while you thrash in his grip.

“Easy there, little miss.” His one arm strapped around your legs by the inside of your knees, keeps you secure as he jostles you, making you emit another yelp from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm. “Wouldn’t want another accident, would we?” Your hands brace against his lower back, picking yourself up to observe your surroundings. The wreckage of the militant car you’d crashed lies waiting for Batman to inspect it. Surely you made sure the driver crashed for good reason, and you’d rolled out at the last second. Unscathed save for a few bruises and scrapes. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you. Until I don’t need you anymore.”

You bend your spine to glare at the back of his helmet. “He’s gonna find you.” you claim defiantly, pressing your lips into a thin line as he approaches the new car.

“Yeah? Let him. That’s what you’re for.” A queasiness sets in the pit of your stomach. The combination of adrenaline, your unfortunate circumstances, and the fact you’re leading Batman right to this enemy. “You got quiet there, sweetheart. You shocked?” his proud remark is met with your rally, sharply inhaling through your nose and opening your mouth to bite back when you’re interrupted. You squeak as you’re thrown into the backseat, your ass hitting the cushion and bouncing to a stop as he climbs in after you. There was no time to let you adjust before he invited himself in, his knee resting on the outside of your leg with the sole of his shoe planted firmly on the floor of the car. You see how he gently sways in his standing position as the vehicle departs, and your mouth dries from his compromising straddle. It’s disgustingly intimate. “If I didn’t know any better, babygirl, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” An indignant expression takes over your countenance, scrambling until your back hits the opposite door. He chuckles, sitting down where your legs once were on the seat. Leisurely, he rests his wrist on his propped up knee, keeping his gun handy. It taps and your breathing intensifies.

So as to not make any sudden moves, you’re tentative in your action to sit forward, and you keep your eye on him from the side. “Where are you taking me?” you question, failing to entirely conceal the quiver in your voice. He and his militia had plucked you from the Clock Tower, having been aiding the Bat in his endeavor to take back Gotham in its darkest hour.

The Arkham Knight shifts in his seat, and you hear a jingle. “Oh. Almost forgot.” There’s a tone of amusement in his phrase as he invades your space again; instinctively you shy away, but he snatches your wrist, raising your arm and cuffing you to the handle on the roof. “Can’t have you trying to get away again.” You wish you could stop hearing the grating technical noise of his mask when he talks, whatever he uses to veil his true auditory signature from any voice recognition. When you face him, you’re taken aback by how much closer he is to you. The eyes of his helmet remain on you as you press yourself to the window. Harshly, his hand comes to pinch your jaw between his fingers and his thumb, and your brows knit together as he examines you, adjusting you side-to-side. “What’s so special about you, huh?”

You yank out of his hold, incredulous over his question. “What are you talking about?”

“The Bat. He’s coming after you. Shouldn’t matter to me why, but it does. He got a little thing for you?” The knuckle of his index finger brushes up your thigh flirtatiously, and you jerk it away.

“No.” you answer.

“You sure?” A lilt of surprise to his tone has you bewildered, eyeing him up as he hums. “That’s lucky.”

The crease in your brows deepen as a curl of disgust tugs at your upper lip. “Is it?”

His arm stretches up, revealing the view of his gun in his other hand, reminding you of its ever-weighing presence. Suddenly your boldness is once again depleting, you don’t notice until it’s settled that his arm now rests behind your head on the back of the vehicle seat, curling around you, tucking you into the space in his side. “Sure. You know, there’s not much to do up at the safehouse. We could…” as he trails, the end of his weapon seeks you out, and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of a gun tracing down your chest. “have a little fun of our own while the Bat catches up to us,” Its tip hesitates at the neckline of your shirt, and you exhale deeply, caving in your chest with a gulp. The gun catches on the hem, tugging it down enough to show him your cleavage. “how’s that sound?”

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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Would you be willing to do a bodyguard!Sirius fic where they’re both pining and there’s so much cute banter but then something real goes down and Sirius goes into full guard dog protective mode, soft with reader and aggressive to anyone else??????

Thanks love!

cw: violence

bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you say, trying again to steal the handles of your shopping bags from Sirius’ grasp. He holds them away from you, the wind of a passing car barely moving the bags with all the clothes weighing them down.

“Careful, or I’ll accidentally drop them in the street,” he teases, bringing the bags back to his side. He’s carrying three in one hand, the other kept free as a precaution. “And you’re not actually that difficult to persuade, dollface. You know a reasonable argument when you hear it.”

You scoff. “How is ‘buy six of the same top’ a reasonable argument?”

“Because it looks good on you, and they had it in six colors. Easy.”

“But red? I look awful in red.”

“You don’t look awful, ever.” Sirius makes a derisive sound. “You’re just not used to seeing yourself in red. You look good in every color.”

You roll your eyes, about to retort when a shout rings out behind you. You turn, Sirius placing a protective hand on your arm, but it does nothing to stop the momentum of the figure running at you.

The air is knocked out of you as a masked man barrels into your middle, barely slowing as he throws you over his shoulder.

Sirius yells, and you look up to see he’s dropped the bags and is wrestling a knife away from his neck—your heart lurches—twisting the wrist of another man until he drops it.

A third is running behind you. They’re all wearing ski masks. The one you can see barely has the holes over his eyes, like he’d pulled it on hastily before running at you.

He reaches up to press a cloth to your mouth. Your arms are pinned by the hold of the man carrying you, but you kick and buck for all you’re worth, thrashing your head about until the guy behind you gives up and lowers the cloth.

You suck in air to scream, and something crashes into you from the side. Your face smashes into the ground. You twist onto your side as quickly as you can, hands up to ward off the new threat, but this new person isn’t masked. The third man, the one who’d put the cloth to your mouth, hesitates less than a second before taking off, another member of your detail digging her knee into the first man’s back as she works to pin his arms behind him. A second later, and Mark—who must have been the first shout you heard, he was supposed to be guarding your back—is there with her, helping to wrestle your attacker’s hands into zip-ties. You think distantly that you’d always considered them carrying zip-ties ridiculous, because what would they need those for? Now you know.

A hand grips your chin, and then you’re looking into Sirius’ worried gray eyes. “Are you okay?” he pants. His voice is rough and curt, at odds with the gentleness of his touch on your face.

“I—” You glance to the man beside you, who’s gone obstinately silent as your two other guards fire questions at him.

“Hey.” Sirius’ voice is near pleading. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah.”

His shoulders slump in relief, but none of the tension leaves his face. “Mark!” he barks towards the other two. “Julie’s got him, go get the other guy.”

Mark nods and takes off in the direction the third man had run, and Sirius turns back to you, the crease between his brows not leaving but gentling. “I saw them put something on your face. You didn’t breathe in?”

“I didn’t,” you confirm. Just like he’d taught you, back when you’d thought his little lessons would always be pointless.

“Good girl.” He takes your face in both hands, pressing a firm kiss between your brows. “Great job, sweetheart, that’s not easy.”

Movement from your left makes you flinch, and you look over to see Julia trying to wrangle your attacker—now unmasked, and all but snarling at you—into the van. In a flash, Sirius is between you.

“Keep fucking looking at her like that, and see what happens.” His voice is the kind of cold where even snow won’t fall. Even though you’re the one he’s protecting, you go rigid.

The man’s expression goes slack, and he’s dumbstruck enough for Julia to get him the rest of the way into the van with little hassle. Sirius turns back to you, the severity melting from his features.

“Sorry, baby.” The pet name seems to slip out unbidden, and he almost flinches himself, shying away from you as if embarrassed. The next words come quieter. “Sometimes you have to be extra harsh with these guys, but I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you say, and you mean it, the sheepishness in his expression unfamiliar but somewhat comforting considering the equally alien ferocity you’d just witnessed.

“Fuck, you’re shaking all over,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him. It’s an awkward sort of hug, you sitting and Sirius crouched so that both of your legs get in the way, but he makes the most of it, scrubbing his hand up and down on your shoulder blade with reassuring firmness.

You close your eyes, relishing the contact, the safety of his touch. Then you remember the knife. You open your eyes as he pulls back, finding the tiny line of red over his Adam's apple.

“Are you okay?” It’s little more than a croak, tears coming unbidden to clog your throat.

“Me?” He follows your gaze, touching two fingers to the mark. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s just a graze. It’s nothing. Your cheek, though…” He looks crestfallen. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This should never have happened.”

“I’m okay,” you promise him, though now that he mentions it, your cheek is stinging. You must have scraped it on the sidewalk. It feels raw. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder, my arms—”

“You did everything you could,” he says firmly. “Listen, of course I want you to fight like hell in any situation like that—and you did a great job of it—but it’s my job to make sure you never have to.”

“It was bound to happen eventually,” you say quietly, and something like pain passes across Sirius’ face. He rubs your shoulder delicately.

“Not today,” he says, matching your volume.

Maybe not today, you think, but would it matter if it had happened tomorrow instead? He’d always blame himself. “Agree to disagree?”

“Easy for you to say.” He grins sharply, back to the joking boy you know. “You’re not the one who’s going to get yelled at by Remus when he sees what’s happened to your face.”

“I’ll get him to lay off,” you reassure him.

“Yeah, good fucking luck with that.”

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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thinking about IWAIZUMI HAJIME who has been your bodyguard since the start of your fame. You're a relatively known celebrity so it was common for people especially the pesky paparazzi invading your personal space, in result your team hires Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi was fantastic at his job as your bodyguard. He knows how to drive those arrogant people away with a single glare. He may not be impressively tall but he's capable of getting physical if someone dares to harm you. Iwaizumi was sweet too, he speaks to you in a gentle tone and respects your boundaries.

All of those traits paired with his handsome features and his smoking hot body, it was no shocker you start to develop an attraction to him. You began to make subtle moves like grabbing his bicep while he leads you though the sea of paparazzis on the way to your car, sliding your leg next to his when you're sitting together in the car, and smiling at him with lidded eyes.

You might think you're delusional but you're convinced Iwaizumi is beginning to reciprocate these signals one week after. He starts to put a firm arm above your waist when you're in a crowded room, he lends you his jacket when you're cold while wearing your backless dress, and he holds the umbrella above you as he pulls you closer to him so both of you wouldn't get soaked in the rain while running to your car.

You're aware that you're crossing the line of what's considered as professionalism, but you can't help it knowing your hot bodyguard is giving you 'fuck me' eyes across the room while you're doing an interview. It was a matter of time you crumble after one month of leading each other on.

"I want you so bad, Iwa"

You whimper when Iwaizumi crashes his lips against yours again after biting your neck. After the interview, you call for him in your private dressing room and initiated the kiss. His large hands roamed from your ass and up to your breasts, he growls into the kiss. He pulls away before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look into his intense eyes.

"Get on your knees, now"

You were too eager as you obeyed wordlessly. You licked your lips in anticipation as he unhooks his belt and pulls the zipper down. Iwaizumi watched you breathlessly as he exposes his half-hard cock in front of you.

"All yours, princess"

Immediately, your hand wraps around his shaft as you carefully took his length into your warm mouth. Iwaizumi bites his fist to suppress a moan. You slowly took him whole, deepthroating him until tears build up in your eyes. Your head bobs up and down, swallowing his cock, you made sure to hallow your cheeks and use your tongue to trace the veins on his length.

Iwaizumi grips the edge of the table still biting his fist as he takes in the wonderful sight of you giving him the most mind-blowing blowjob. When your pace quickened as you reached to massage his balls, he unexpectedly busts a nut.

"Fuck! Fuck! [Name]!"

He said in a muffled yell with his palm on his mouth as his hips bucked into your mouth. You shut your eyes, reveling in the taste of his cum as you swallow everything. When you pulled away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick, Iwaizumi thought he was dreaming.

"Holy shit [Name]"

"...Did you like it?"

"Of course, I did"

He smiles at you. Before you know it he's carrying you to the couch in the dressing room, pulling your skirt up and pulling your panties down. His mouth dives into your cunt like a starved man as you try your hardest not to let out a wanton moan. His tongue felt like heaven, circling on your clit as his fingers crept and gently plunged into your hole. You pull your legs up until your knees touched your chest, gaining a perfect view of Iwaizumi eating you out.

"Hnngh, Hajime please"

He starts to finger your frantically with his lips sucking your clit. Your eyes practically rolled back as your release crashes down on you. Iwaizumi helps you ride it out while he admires you arching your back all fucked out.

"Ready to go home, [Name]?"

Iwaizumi asks as you both finished cleaning up, you nod as he takes your hand. Your face flushes pink realizing what you both did in the dressing room. After escaping the paparazzi on the way to your car, you timidly asked Iwaizumi if he wants to have dinner with you. And with a charming smile that melted your heart, he says yes.

The media was going feral over your supposed public relationship with a famous actor, you were pulled into interviews left and right and everyone was fixated in your perfect relationship. But nobody knows the truth. Nobody will ever know it was all a stunt, an act set by yourself to maintain your clean image as a celebrity. Everyone was oblivious to the secret gaze you direct towards your bodyguard through the crowd, and how he returns it was a hungry glare.

You're determined to keep your relationship with Iwaizumi so you created this faux relationship with an actor to cover it up. In front of the cameras, you'd smile and pretend to be a sweet girlfriend. But behind the closed doors of your luxurious mansion, you're a freak letting Iwaizumi pound your pussy until you passed out from cumming way too many times.

I believe in Iwaizumi Hajime proffesional pussy pounder supremacy

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dilemmaontwolegs · 8 months

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Playboy || PG10 {3}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader Summary: Pierre proves himself and makes promises. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut WC: 2.2k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

Wind whipped through the gaping hole in the back of the Ferrari and you shivered from the cold, curling your knees up to your chest as Pierre drove back to the city. You expected him to take you home but he pulled into a far nicer apartment block and spiralled down the ramp to the underground carpark.

Slipping out of the car and into the well-lit carpark you saw the full extent of the damage and shook your head at the new paint job that was needed. “I’m sorry,” you murmured as you ran your fingers over the worst chips and dents.

A pair of hands came to rest on your hips and Pierre rested his chin on your shoulder as he looked at his car. “Don’t worry about it, insurance will cover it.”

“I was apologising to the car,” you said with a smirk but the move only served to split the cut on your cheek and fresh blood welled to the surface as you winced. “Do you have a first aid kit I can borrow?”

Pierre laced his fingers with yours and nodded as he led the way to his apartment. The elevator ride was quiet and you felt the tension rising as you idly played with the thick ring on his thumb. Looking away from the jewellery, you realised it was a mistake as you met his eyes and knew the feeling wasn’t one way, but the elevator was not the place to start what you had in mind.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Pierre all but groaned as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, tilting your head to the side and peeking up through your lashes.

“Like I’m a playboy who will fuck you on the first date.” There was a sinkhole in the ocean of his irises and it was stealing all the colour from them the longer that he looked at you. He reached out and hit the button for the 12th floor again as if it would magically make the ride go faster. “I’m trying to prove a point and you’re making it hard.”

“Is there a rooftop here?” you asked as you thought of a solution.

“Yeah, for maintenance I think. Why?”

“Take me there first,” you urged and he frowned as he hit the button for the level above his. The elevator opened to a short hallway and you saw the stairs that led to a metal door so you tugged his hand and made your way outside, sticking a brick in the door to keep it from locking you out. “Lay down.”

“You can be quite bossy,” he chuckled but humoured you as he did as he was told, joining you on the cold concrete roof top. “What are we doing?”

“Stargazing,” you said as you turned to him, propping your head up on your hand. “It seems like a reasonable second date.”

“A second date already, hmm,” he smirked as you sat up and leaned over him with a matching smile.

“I think that officially means you aren’t a playboy.” You dipped your head down and he met you halfway, his large hands grabbing your waist to pull you onto his lap as he sat up and kissed you.

“Very clever,” he murmured against your lips, making you smile more.

“I’ve been known to have a few good ideas on occasion.”

He chuckled as his hands roamed your body, brushing along the hem of your dress and edging it up. “Any others you can think of?”

“One or two,” you breathed as his fingers slipped beneath the material. “But not here.”

There was a new urgency as you rose on unsteady feet and Pierre’s arm curled around your waist as if the distance to walk at your side was too far for his liking. After three quick presses of the elevator button and no instant result, he growled and you looked at the stairwell before kicking off your heels.

His laugh echoed off the concrete walls and he was quick to make chase as you raced ahead of him down the next floor where his keys were already in his hands and rushing to unlock the door. It crashed open as he turned and pulled you with him, your bodies sealing close together while your lips collided with a deep hunger.

He blindly kicked the door shut behind and his large hands splayed across your ass before gripping tightly and using his strength to pick you up. A moan escaped you as your legs wrapped around his hips and you felt just how bad he wanted you.

“Wait.” Your eyebrows lifted at the order he gave as he sat you on his kitchen countertop, his chest rising and falling with quick pants.

“Wait?” you echoed in disbelief, the needy sound making him smirk.

“You’re still hurt,” he reminded softly as he reached under the sink for his first aid kit before nudging your knees apart so he could step into the space. “Let me take care of you first.” He was gentle as he cleaned your cheek, the gauze turning pink with your blood, and he apologised when he opened the antiseptic wipe. “This might sting a bit.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.”

Curiosity filled his eyes as he dabbed the skin dry before putting a little butterfly stitch over the cut. “What happened?” he asked as he cradled your jaw in his hand to keep you from looking away.

“That’s something that would need to wait until at least the third date,” you said with a shake of your head. “I thought you were going to take care of me.”

A cocky smile played at his lips as you challenged him and his hands brushed your dress up over your hips as he dropped to his knees. “Oh, I’ll take care of you, Beautiful.”

The first aid kit was scattered across the kitchen floor where you had knocked it off the bench in the throes of your first orgasm. He had enjoyed taking his time with you laid out, writhing under the talent of his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

The next victim was your dress, his impatience and strength breaking the zip in the frenzied need to remove all barriers between your bodies. Your hands had tugged his sweater over his head before pulling his shirt open, little white buttons popping off in all directions.

“Jesus,” you moaned as you ran your fingers down his body, feeling every hard ridge of muscle until you reached his jeans. “I knew you were going to be fit but fuck…”

He grinned proudly at the remark and took over removing him of the denim keeping you from reaching what you wanted. The thin pair of boxers did little to hide the length of him begging for freedom from the constricting material but before you could tug them down he was tugging you back into his arms and leading you to his bedroom.

“I’ll lose all my common sense if you touch me, beautiful, and then we will be in trouble,” he admitted as he laid you on his bed, kissing you before pulling back and rifling through his drawers for a condom.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to feel your legs again anytime soon. The man was obsessed with making sure you were in a constant state of bliss and you were almost relieved when he couldn’t hold back his own release any longer. He had collapsed beside you with a deeply satisfied sigh before disposing of the condom so he could recover with you in his arms, your head on his chest.

His fingers danced lazily across your hip, tracing invisible letters and shapes on your skin until he noticed the changes in texture, the slight bumps on an otherwise smooth surface. Lifting his head, he pushed the sheet away and spied the scars in the dim light. “What happened?” He had seen the scars that littered your knuckles and palms, victims of the job you did - but these were different.

“It doesn’t matter,” you whispered, pulling the sheet back around your body as you sat up. “I should get going.”

“Stay,” he urged, but you were already leaving the room to find your underwear on the messy kitchen floor. “It was just a question.”

It was a question that there was no easy answer to. It was a question that opened the door for more questions, and they would surely lead to memories that were better off left in the recesses of your mind.

“It was just sex, Pierre,” you said as you felt him following you, “that doesn’t mean I have to bare my soul to you.”

You pulled your dress on but it hung open at the back so you grabbed his shirt and shoved your arms inside before he pulled you back into his arms and his lips pressed to your neck.

“It wasn’t just sex to me.” The quiet admission had your eyes closing and your head tipping back onto his shoulder. “Please, stay.”

“I can’t give you the answers you are after.”

“You already have.” He turned you in his arms and you could see the sadness swimming in the ocean of his eyes. “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Men make promises they can’t keep.”

“Not real men,” he said with a little laugh. “You’re probably thinking of those playboys.”

You rose on your toes and brushed your lips softly over his. “I don’t trust people very easily, but I’m trusting you. Please don't make me regret it.”

His smile made your heart skip a beat and when he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead you knew you weren’t going anywhere. You let his shirt fall back to the floor before brushing your dress straps off your shoulder, taking his hand and leading him right back where you started.

“So sex in your car is out of the question,” you giggled as you watched the playback of the dashcam. The man had a camera on the front, at the back and, more crucially, facing the driver so everyone could see exactly who it was that won the race. They would also see the heated kiss you shared after coming to a halt at the lookout. “A shame really, we look pretty good together.”

“I’m adventurous but not that adventurous,” Pierre admitted with an amused shake of his head. “You ready?”

Your finger hovered over the button to post the video, tagging D as well as the other Street Kings. “Long live the King,” you muttered as you hit it, uploading the file almost instantly. “No going back now.” Closing the laptop, you spun around in his gaming chair and looked up at Pierre. “Now what do we do?”

He glanced at his watch and saw it wasn’t even noon. “I know a place where we can kill a few hours.”

“The bedroom?”

He smirked and caged you in his chair, nudging your legs open with his knee. His oversized shirt you wore rode high up your thighs and his eyes lingered on the bare skin before he dragged them up your body to your face. “You don’t need to convince me, but I was thinking about something outside of the apartment.”

Less than an hour later you were pulling up at a racetrack on the outskirts of Nice, half a dozen cars already there.

“Hey Pretty Boy, how’s your girl running?” you greeted Charles as he stepped out of his Pista.

“Very well, thank you.” He looked between you and Pierre, his smile growing as when he saw the possessive arm curl around your waist. “Now you can finally stop calling me that.”

“Why would I do that? Pierre would have seen your mid-teen-crisis too. Plus, I have a better name for him now.”

“This should be good, let’s hear it,” Charles chuckled until you pressed your forefinger to your lips.

“Sorry, it’s not for innocent ears.”

Charles’ nose wrinkled with an idea of where it was heading and shook his head before leading the group inside. “Whose team are you going to race on?”

“What are we racing?” you asked as you walked past a line of Porsches but continued along to a few garages open.

“Not this time,” Pierre teased as he pointed to a smaller track you hadn’t noticed to the side. At the start line, Joris, Ilies and Arthur were already picking up their race suits and you cocked an eyebrow at the mode of racing chosen.

“Karts?”

“I thought you could race anything?” he challenged playfully. “It has an engine and four wheels.”

You cracked your knuckles and accepted the helmet and race suit he grabbed for you. “I suppose I could do with a warm up before the big race.”

“What race?” Charles asked with concern before looking at his friend. “You’re not getting yourself into trouble are you?”

Pierre couldn’t help sending a wink your way before he clapped Charles on the shoulder. “Relax, mate. I’ve got this.”

Click here for chapter four.

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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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Here’s what I’m thinking about: Crashing Mob boss!Ari’s car

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Fem!Reader CW: references to oral (m receiving), deepthroating, choking, facial, anal, gun/gunshots (no one is injured), spanking, 18+

Ari, for being a multi-millionaire kingpin, always seems rather indifferent to money and materialism. Which, admittedly, is a luxury he is afforded for having so much of it.

That said, if he will splurge on anything (besides you), it’s the shiny toys that line his three story garage. He’s generous though, if you beg extra pretty on your knees he’ll let you borrow any of them that you like. Some cars take more convincing than others, such was the case for his newly acquired Ferrari 250 GT Berlinetta Lusso, a vintage beauty that took you forty-five minutes on your knees, choking on his monster of a cock that he insisted kiss the inside of your throat, to even see the keys, let alone touch them.

In the end he'd conceded, something about your pretty face covered in his cum moving him to generosity. You'd spent a glorious half hour speeding around the estates backroads before a deer darting across the path had you instinctually swerving to avoid collision; instead of steel meeting flesh it met bark. The car collided with a sickening crunch.

Ari was always the first person you called when in distress, and that was putting your current state mildly, tears pouring from your eyes before he'd even picked up the phone. Your words were a jumble, trying to say too many things at once, primarily a mess of apologies, describing the state of the car, why you'd swerved- Ari didn't give a damn, only asking one thing over and over; "Are you alright?" but in your upset you managed to miss his question altogether.

It took him less than five minutes to locate you, storming up to where you were fussing over the damage done to the front end of the car- still shaking, tears staining your face. When he hooked you around the shoulders to pull you to face him you let out a big hiccupping cry, "Oh Ari, I'm so sor-sor-sorry-" He ignored your apology, too busy scanning you from head to toe, cataloging any scratch, bruise, or speck of blood he saw on you, once again asking if you were alright.

But once more instead of answering you started rambling about how much you knew he loved the car, how you hadn't consciously made the choice to swerve, that it looked bad but did he think there was a chance it could be salvaged, did- Fed up with your ignoring his question Ari yanked out the Smith & Wesson he kept tucked in the back waistband of his pants, pointing it at the un-marred body of the vehicle; "Fuck. the. car." He grit out between clenched teeth, each word enunciated with the loud pop of a shot, bullet holes joining the already present damage. It was enough to shock you into silence as Ari roughly grabbed your chin, manhandling you into looking him in the eyes, "Are. You. Alright?"

Later, as Ari roughly took your ass, having been offered it in penance, he made sure you knew that the punishing slaps he was delivering to the sensitive flesh weren't because you'd crashed the car, they were because for even one second you'd thought he would care more about the state of some thing than he did you.

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yoonzinuhh · 6 months

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run to you

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader,mingyu x reader (not a poly)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,lil drama.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : contains smut (minors dni)

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist,these just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be added in the tag list (for the series/permanent tag)

series list , episode 1 , episode 2 , episode 3

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episode 4

things with seungcheol was pretty much simple. you stay late for work and end up fucking or you want to fuck so make excuses with work. which leads to him dropping you home almost everyday either you have sex or not. and with mingyu being busy on business trip it was easier. but you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him. he’s your closest friend after all.

just like any other day you end up with a hot makeout session with cheol infront of your house in his car,probably ending with him eating you out and praising about how good you taste. and whats little unlikely was-

“do you want to come over” you say breathlessly which has now lead to him thrusting you from behind,his fat cock hitting your spot with every bang,one hand gripping you by your shoulder and the other on your waist as he forced you to look at the mirror.

“seungcheol r-right there yes YES YES t-there” you moan out and he just goes faster. pulling you closer,his breath hitting the back of your neck he pounds faster.

“y/n im close” he gives out a warning and slowly snaking the hand that was against your waist little lower and circling your clit. you feel your knees going weak,your rest yourself onto his chest,gripping his arm little too hard. you both reach you high,moaning each other’s name,running out of breath.

he slowly brings you down as he rests his back onto the bed’s leg making you sit between his legs,stroking and kissing your hair gently. once he sees you relax he kneads the sides of your thighs.

“can you give me one more darling? if you’re good?” you were tired from all the stand fucking but you know he’s going to make you feel so good. so good that you keep asking for more. every single time. so you just nod.

“good..i’m going to make you feel so good.” gripping your jaw and making you look at your reflection. “eyes on mirror pretty..hm?”

your reflection..well,you look pathetic. your eyes are teary from pleasure,nipples hard,drool around your face dripping through your jaw,his and your cum oozing out of your hole. you look pathetic. but to him that was the prettiest view ever. he made you feel so good. he’s proud.

opening your legs wide he slipped his fingers onto your core covered with hot slickness. massaging your lips he slowly drew his fingers through your folds. breath hitching you clench around nothing closing your eyes tight at the sensation. removing contact you whimper.

“i said eyes on mirror”

and you obey. his other hand makes its way to your boobs kneading the flesh making you feel more,and more. you feel another orgasm approaching due to his phase. bucking and squirming against his back trying to close,he gripped your legs more harder holding them apart.

waves crashing,white fuzz all over your head,your toes curling you feel it burst and he doesn’t stop.

“c-cheol oh my god c-cheol s-stop CHEOL” and before you could even process you feel your liquids splash out and your thighs trembling as you shake hard against his chest,your body raising up in the air. you see a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see seungcheol’s eyes widen a bit soon turns into a smile.

feeling you drive out you hide your face onto his neck crook closing your eyes.

“that was so embarrassing i’m s-“

“y/n oh my god..that was so..so hot..we should do this more often” he winks giving your forehead a peck. after you were steady enough he took you up to the washroom for a small bath.

making sure you were all relaxed and cleaned he packed his things down.

“i guess i’ll leave then..”

and thats how it ends,the next day in office where you pretend nothing happened. like every other day.

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“he’s going to die in my hands” you mumble to yourself looking at your phone.

15 messages,4 missed calls,you were standing infront of sick mingyu’s house.

sighing you almost walk away when he opens the door at your last ring.

“y/n?” he said with a yawn. you were mad but he looked little too cute with that yawn and little too sick to be flicked on his head.

entering his house like it’s your own you put down the food and medicines you bought for him. turning back at him who looked like a confused puppy you raise your brows.

“do you have no habit of even looking through you phone ? or atleast inform someone how you’re doing when that someone calls you every hour to check on you ?” you basically rap while having your hands on his forehead to check his body temperature.

“worse. you still have fever” you sigh while glancing at his side table filled with all kinds of packed food,ramen and cans of soda.

“you’re fucking kidding. mingyu what’s wrong with you why do you- YOU ARE PUSHING 30” you storm in clearing his table while he’s just..standing.

“y/n..my mouth can’t taste anything..and..i made a mess in kitchen so my food is just..i just want to taste something okay” here. he makes that creasy face. somewhere between crying and annoyance. but god mingyu feels so grateful to have you as a friend. but he hates that too,that you’re just his friend.

“and that’s why i made you food and called you fifty thousand times but you just wouldn’t pick up” you say moving to his kitchen to throw the wastes.

“YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T EVEN GET INTO THIS KITCHEN AGAIN” you shout from inside and peak out to see him giggle while opening the food you made.

“okay mom”

“mingyu wait..have these first” you rush in to search through the bag to find his pills.

looking up you find him staring. he stares and stares. “y/n relax” he says as he walks onto you staring at you intensely. and for some reason you felt nervous. the way he looked at you,walked at you. something feels wrong.

you back off as he walks closer until you hit the table. he breaks the eye contact by glancing at your lips twice and going back to catch your eyes.

he wants to kiss you. he always wanted to. ever since you started bringing him food just so he doesn’t get sick. ever since you let him cry because of his family on your shoulder or ever since you held his hand tight during the roller coaster ride.

to be honest he felt bad. maybe he is mistaking your care for him. but he needs to do something before it’s too late.

“are you and mr.choi a thing..by any chance?”

a single no nod from you. thats all he wanted.

he gently places his lips onto yours,kissing you softly while his hands find the back of your head. he kissed you. mingyu kissed you. but you don’t.

hope you guys like this !! lmk to be tagged <33

tags : @shadowyjellyfishfest @thepoopdokyeomtouched @leah-rose03 @wonwootakemyheart @aaniag @fragmentof-indifference

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Prove It (Pt 4/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean comes to Alicia's and the two of you talk. He begins to plan a redo of your anniversary to make it up to you

Warnings: cursing, mention of a person being killed

The drive from the bunker to Alicia's place would normally take about eight hours give or take but Dean managed to make it in five. His fingers drummed the steering wheel as he turned off the road onto her drive. Sam glanced at him sideways from the passenger seat “Just take a breath Dean. She just needed some space but she called you that means she's not as mad as she was”

Dean shook his head “I'm not worried about her being mad, I'm worried about the fact that I hurt her. What if this was a final straw deal? What if she figures out she can do so much better than me? What if she just didn't want to break things off over the phone?”

Sam shook his head “Dean she loves you. I know you hurt her, hell I even managed to hurt her in this because I took her for granted too but she loves you and you love her. You've made mistakes yeah but you're human man. She gets that, don't overthink just tell her why you wanted to grab a drink and calm your nerves a bit before driving. Tell her what she means to you. She's meeting you halfway by calling”

Dean nodded slowly, Sam was right. That didn't stop his brain from offering him every single bad scenario that could happen when he parked next to your car and took a deep breath before climbing out the car.

In the last four hours you'd taken a forty five minute nap, gotten Alicia to braid your hair and drank half a pot of coffee.

You were currently pacing a hole in the floor while carrying her cat in your arms. The cat was purring in contentment so it was giving you something to keep your mind off the fact that Dean was on his way.

Alicia eventually stepped in front of you to stop your repetitive movements. When you came to a stop she smiled gently and took the cat from your arms, sitting it gently down on the couch. “Sweetie, just take a breath. That man worships the ground you walk on. He'd do damn near anything for you and I know how much you love him. Just calm down”

The moment she got through speaking the rumble of the impala engine hit your ears. She grabbed your hand “C'mon. I'll walk out with you and if Sam's with him we'll give you two the porch for some privacy”

—-------

You walked out onto the porch and froze at the same moment Dean froze on the top doorstep. Alicia and Sam exchanged a knowing look before Sam said “Alicia, got some coffee or something?” She nodded and led him inside.

—-------

Dean couldn't take his eyes off you, only a few days had passed since he saw you but it felt like so much longer. “Hey sweetheart” a small smile flickered to your lips when he spoke “Hey baby”

—-------

You stood there for a second looking at him, God he always had the same effect on you. He was wearing that gray henley you always loved stealing, the stubble lining his jaw told you he hadn't shaved since two days before you left and he looked tired but he was here, right in front of you and any of the remaining anger you'd felt when you left the bunker quickly dissolved.

“God I've missed you” you blurted out before launching yourself into his arms. He caught you without a second thought, wrapping both arms around you. “Sweetheart I am so sorry” he spoke into your hair as he held you. You nodded trying to swallow down the urge to cry. You leaned back enough to look up at him “We can talk about it, I want to talk and need to know what happened but can you please just kiss me first”

“Fuck yes” he mumbled before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle but passionate, his mouth lingering against yours in a way that made your knees weak. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours “I love you” you smiled “I love you too”

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After a moment you took a deep breath then stepped out of his arms. His face fell a bit but he watched your every movement. “How did you forget?” You asked and he looked like you would've hurt him less by hitting him. “I'm an idiot?” Your jaw clenched at his words “Don't do that. Don't talk down about yourself like that Dean you know I hate it”

A hint of a smile played at his lips “You're always so quick to defend me, even when I mess up” you crossed your arms over your chest before saying “That's because I love you, hell I've defended you and Sam both for as long as I've known the two of you because you are good men. You're a good man Dean, you're a good boyfriend. I know you love me, I've never doubted that but sitting there waiting for you only to find out you're at a bar? That fuckin hurt Dean!”

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Dean's heart flipped hearing you say he was a good man. No other person on earth's opinion would have mattered to him at that moment. He nodded because he knew it had hurt you he hated that it hurt you “We lost someone on the hunt”

Your face softened at his words “Why didn't you tell me?” He motioned around Alicia's porch then shrugged “It wasn't losing someone as much.I'm used to it but she was your height, your build and had your hair color. She was torn apart. I couldn't even see her face. It was so bad and all I could think of was you. The fact that being with me puts a target on your back, I invite pain and loss by being in someone's life…”

He trailed off and you started to reach for him but he shook his head because he wasn't done “I guess I started to spiral a bit. Old insecurities popped up, I just needed to catch my breath before coming home. I didn't mean to forget and I would never purposely hurt you but sweetheart coming home to you gone? That damn near broke me. I can't lose you, please don't leave me again” his breath came out ragged and you were across the porch before he could draw another breath pulling him into your arms.

“I'm not leaving you ever Dean” you promised and he held you tight. He had to make it up to you, a do-over for your anniversary. He'd figure it out tomorrow but for tonight you were in his arms.

@starkleila @fluff-lover @lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898

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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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okay, this has been my literal roman empire. what if gf!y/n and abby are having a little karaoke moment to a song and mike walks in and sees both of them together, and you can write the rest.

i don’t know why but i can’t stop thinking about it.

remember to take care of yourself 🫶🫶

this is so very cute (,: but alas, for "to crumble" mike and reader, this is but a thing of the past.

tags: "to crumble" mike and reader, foreshadowy fluff (: pretty cute stuff that hurts in retrospect 💔

karaoke therapy

a "to crumble" ficlet.

original fic: 🩹 / additional ficlet, facetime: 🤳🏽

you come over to watch abby on a friday night so you're able to stay with her and mike for the entirety of saturday. your weekends are usually occupied by grading since you're nearing the end of the fall semester, but you're forcing time with abby and mike into your schedule because it's what you really want. life wasn't all about work and bills and adulting; you could do the things you enjoyed if you planned for it and so you did.

you'd driven over with enough haste to get you pulled over, toting enough stuff to last you a day and your excitement, large and beaming brightly in your demeanor. you were jittery walking up the drive, shaking out the anxiety in your body as you knock on the door.

abby answers the door, causing you to shift your gaze downward. she's already in her pajamas, the cute, pink bunny slippers you got her for her birthday donned on her feet. she smiles at you, opening the door further so you can step inside. "hi, y/n. you're just in time, mike made lasagna."

"yeah, it's on the stove. it's slightly burnt," mike calls from down the hall, walking into the living room as he slips his arms through the holes of his security vest. "but we'll say crispy on top instead. hi, baby." he grabs your face, pulling you into a couple small pecks, ones he backs away from with a lazy smile. you twist your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you and mike hadn't been dating for long, a short but serious four months, and you always felt so dizzy when you saw him, bewildered at the fact that he was your boyfriend. he was so sweet, so caring, hard-working, and unlike anyone you'd dated before. he worked so hard to provide for abby and change his future, and it made your attraction to him greater. he wanted you in that future, and it excited you for what was to come.

"gotta leave so soon?" you pout. mike's eyes soften as you caress his cheek, sighing as he reaches down for his bag.

"unfortunately. traffic's bad tonight, there was a huge crash and i gotta take backroads, howeverrrrr," mike ruffles abby's hair, causing her to grumble and gives you one last kiss, the dreamy, far-off look in his eyes accompanied with a lip bite, "i will see you both tomorrow morning, bright and early. have fun, and goodnight."

mike gives abby a kiss on the top of her head before he exits to his car, and you close the door behind you, dropping your duffle onto the floor. "okay," you announce, placing your hands on your bent knees as you turn to abby. "lasagna while we play board games or do karaoke?"

karaoke wins by a landslide. abby's been loving to sing recently, starting to get more comfortable with her growing vocals. she really only shows it to you, and ever since you've showed her karaoke, you've encouraged her to have fun and try different things; different inflections, tones, anything else she feels like she could do to make it her own. you loved to see her blossom singing in front of the brightly colored, ever-changing lyrics, using her hairbrush as a microphone.

you use your own too, setting it down on the coffee table to take a bite of lasagna and garlic bread while you watch abby sing along to call me maybe. she rocks on her heels in front of the tv, eyes tracking alongside the moving text.

you encourage her between forkfuls, providing her with background vocals and hype, giving her an "okay!" once she gets to the prechorus. she begins to dance, bouncing around the space between the coffee table and the tv. she gives her all to the chorus, making a good attempt at belting the notes.

"you sound so good, abs," you praise, wiping your mouth off on a napkin before grabbing the remote to change the karaoke video. "here, let's try some other ones. eat some food while i find them, 'kay?"

meanwhile, mike is sat in his car, idling behind others on the backroad he decided to take. traffic on these roads had increased because of the crash on the freeway, and there was no way he was getting to work any time soon. he'd been sitting bumper to bumper with these cars for about ten minutes, and he feels irritation creeping up into him, tapping his fingers against the wheel and leaning his head into the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the window. not even listening to the radio helps him, and eventually he just turns it off, succumbing to the sound of bad brakes and purring engines.

his mind floats away with thoughts of you, and how happy you looked he saw you at the house, all giddy and excited to be there. he loved you, loved when you were around. abby did too. you'd both agreed that your presence made the house feel complete, and that's all mike could think about, wondering how to bring up the question he'd been dwelling on for the past few weeks.

he should be home, on the couch watching tv with you and abby, or eating dinner, sat at the table and talking about your days and what hopes you had for the future. what things you found interesting. interacting like humans, having real moments; being present. mike had trouble with that, sleeping so much to keep up with the demand of working overnight. he tried to be there for abby as much as he could, helping her with her homework and making sure she was fed and feeling okay after her school days, but sometimes he felt like it was just an autonomous thing he did, moving on autopilot. the days blended together until you entered the equation, completely breaking up the monotony in his life with your being.

he should be home, not sitting in between all these aluminum machines, breathing in the acrid smells of oil and gasoline.

"fuck it," mike mutters, checking his blinds before pulling a turn off the main road and making his way around all the traffic, heading back towards the house.

freddy's was locked. no one would be around to do anything, no one ever was, and he was sure that it would be fine if he missed one night. he speeds back home, gripping the steering wheel with intent. he has people to get to, time to spend with the ones he loves. life's too short, he ruminates, and there's never enough time for moments of happiness like the ones he gets from you and abby.

he pulls into the driveway, exiting the car with the same jaunty energy you had earlier and unlocking the door with zeal. "decided to come back home. traffic wa---"

"my loneliness...is killing me,"

"and i...."

"i must confess, i still believe..."

"still believe!" you point your index finger to the sky as you hit the note, giggling along with abby as she attempts it too. "when i'm not with you, i lose my mind...give me a signnnnnnnnn," you're spinning around with your brush clutched in both hands, eyes closed and body fully invested in the music. mike doesn't think he's heard you sing before, not so solemnly like this. your voice is beautiful.

"hit me baby---oh jeez, mike!" you squeal in time to the music as abby finishes out the chorus, turning to face her brother as well. he's just staring at you two, jovially twisted lips and crossed arms and this twinkling look in his eye that makes you squirm. no one's ever looked at you like that, and you replace your hairbrush with the remote, stopping the video.

"sorry, i'm just...helping abby expand her iconic pop song repertoire. gotta start with one of the classics." abby nods as mike waves off your apology, setting his bag next to yours on the floor. "yeah, y/n is introducing me to such great songs. i'm really enjoying britney spears. what was that other song we did?"

"toxic," you reply, tucking your hair behind your ear. "that was a really fun one."

"uh huh, it was! it was all---" abby mimics the whiny synth strings, causing mike to laugh, coming around to the front of the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, twirling you to face him. you place both of your hands on his shoulders, gazing deeply into his content eyes. "let me hear more of your singing, abs," he asks, and she starts the video up again, pretending the small sliver of space where she stands is a professional stage.

mike begins to sway your bodies, slowly waltzing you around as abby's untrained voice soundtracks your dance. "don't know why you were apologizing. hearing and watching you two have fun is the greatest thing ever, baby. love seeing you spend time together."

you blush, ducking your head into his collarbone. "it's just a silly thing i do by myself at home. guess i kinda got abby super interested in it...lots of fun though. lots of fun."

mike is quiet for a while, spinning you around gently. you can feel his heartbeat through his clothes, speed up-ticking with every second. he's looking down on you, watching your eyelash flutter with each serene blink you take, then looking at abby, who's searching through other karaoke videos and humming the melody of baby one more time with a bob of her head.

all mike can feel right now is this moment. he feels every second pass, overly-conscious to the fact that he's living and breathing in this instant. this was the present he'd always wanted to be in, and he doesn't want to let go of it. he wants this forever. his question gnaws at him, chewing away at his stomach, and he finally just blurts it out.

you're about to pull away from him to ask him if he's okay when he whispers, "move in with us." you're taken aback, raising from his chest and staring at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips wrinkled.

"mike.."

"you don't have to answer right now," he clarifies, sighing as he shakes his head. "i meant to ask it as a question, i'm sorry." you chuckle, reaching your fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "just...let me know if you want to. i love having you here, abby loves having you here. i know it's still pretty early for us but...we could be a bona fide family, the three of us."

you squeeze mike a little tighter, a sort of answer to his question. there wasn't anything stopping you, truly. his house was closer to the school you worked at, and you could drop abby off at her school in the mornings so mike could get enough rest to pick her up in the afternoons. you could have home-cooked dinners, and spend the weekends together, taking abby to art museums and libraries, theme parks and other attractions.

you really could be a family. you were still young, your relationship with mike moderately fresh, but...the idea sounded nice.

"think about it," mike instructs, pulling away from you and ducking down to look at your obscured face. "no rush, okay?" he steps away from you after giving you a kiss to the forehead, grabbing for your hairbrush. a video for i'm like a bird by nelly furtado has started playing, and mike saddles up to abby, hip bumping her as he prepares to sing. "gonna be your backup singer, that okay?"

"yeah, yeah, just do it well! c'mon, c'mon it's starting! you're beautiful, that's for sure..." you take a seat on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch and listen, giggling along to mike's off-pitch ad-libs and timing mistakes. abby squeals at him, bursting into a fit of laughter and incorrect lyrics as he tickles at her torso.

you could get used to this, you think. maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.

how cute for it to all just go ka-blammy (,: going to write a part 2 for "to crumble" and i know y'all said y'all wanted it sweet but hmmmm...i think we need some angst. just stay tuned 🤞🏽

faire's seedlings ✿

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#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire answers asks #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #this is just so cute and it sucks what comes after it #like writing their past is kind of sick of me #it's not like that anymore and i'm just reminiscing #so are they </3

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littlelivslibrary · 1 year

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I know this is like a week late, but what would the trio do for valentines Day?

Valentines Ask? For our lovely Trio! and their baby girl? Coming right up!

1218 words. I do not do things in small measures😂

Enjoy loves! <3

You had been woken by kisses and breakfast in bed. Your favourite foods and go to morning drink (as well as a glass of water) had been set out delicately on a lap tray with a single red rose in a cute vase. The four of you then tuck in and eat while talking about sweet nothings, as well as you trying your best to get them all to tell you what they have planned. Of course, they don’t. Once breakfast is finished - as well as your water, Natasha was adamant on you finishing that - you’re coaxed out of bed and into the wardrobe by Wanda. A lot of neck kisses and a couple of ass gropes later, you’re dressed and released to go finish off in the bathroom.

They take you ice skating. An excuse to hold you close? You’re about 90% sure; especially as you spend the majority of your time on the ice clinging to one of the trio with a vice grip - you may or may not have even made Natasha grimace when your nails dug into her palm - but do you let that slow you down? No. And neither do your ladies. Even if they’re wearing your nail indents on their skin. You eventually feel confident enough to break away from your stable girlfriends and try skating off on your own (you ignore the fact you know you resemble Bambi on ice) and make it around the entire rink without falling on your ass once. You let out an excited squeal before a rogue child appears out of nowhere and takes you both crashing down. Yeah, after that, you’re done with ice skating. For a while.

The next activity, much to your relief, is on solid ground; or rather, the back of a car. This is where you meet Jim, the trio’s! driver as he greets you with a smile and opens the door to a black Rolls-Royce (because why not?). You all climb into the car and your question on where you’re going gets ignored. Instead, Natasha opens a bottle of champagne and tuts at you for being such a nosey little girl. Ten minutes into the drive, you’re already halfway through your drink in its crystal flute (could they be any more fancier?) and Wanda’s hands are getting very cosy on your body. You blink, and Natasha is on her knees between your legs and Carol tells Jim that you all would like some privacy. Much to your relief as your eyes are seconds away from boring holes into the GPS screen and you’re sure your cheeks could give someone 3rd degree burns. The second the partition is up, you’re torn to shreds. The three women reduce you to jelly in no time. Carol whispers into your ear, “Careful kitten, we don’t want Jim to hear what we’re doing back here, do we?” after you let out a loud and long moan when Natasha stuffs your needy hole with three of her fingers. By the time you arrive at your unknown location, you’re breathing deeply as if you’ve been starved from oxygen (which, with Wanda’s fixation of giving you hand necklaces when you’re being mercilessly pounded into, is a high possibility). You’re given fresh clothes to change into - because obviously that’s something your trio! thought about - and escorted out of the car to an empty barn. What you’re met with makes you gasp: candles are dotted all over the ground, encased in glass jars, and in the centre of the barn is a large red chequered picnic blanket adorned with cushions and pillows and fluffy throws to keep you all cosy. In a cooler there’s champagne and wine and you’re guessing snacks too. And water. It’s perfect. Like from a scene in a movie. You get teary, you won’t lie.

The four of you watch your favourite romantic comedy, settling in under the blankets with fresh drinks in your hand. You all but swoon when Carol pulls out chocolate covered strawberries. It’s such a picturesque moment and you never want it to end. But unfortunately, like the champagne and snacks; the film finishes. Only, the trio have more plans. Of course they do. You’re stripped bare and within mere minutes they have your eyes rolling back in your head and your hands grasping onto whatever they can find. You hear the familiar humming on a vibrator once you’ve regained some composure and try to shut your legs with a whimper. Wanda nips your inner thigh, a silent warning while Carol situates herself on your face. “Let’s see if you can make Carol cum before you can.” Natasha says, placing the tip of the vibrator on your very sensitive clit, smirking and letting out a pout when your body jerks. “Oopsie, set that onto high. My mistake.” You’re too busy focusing on licking at everything Carol has to offer you and trying to hold off your impending orgasm to fully understand whatever it was Natasha said. God, you hope it wasn’t an order. You missed it completely. Two fingers slowly enter you and you whine loudly, causing Carol to let out a loud groan from over you. Her hands nearly tear out your hair while your own hands grasp her arse for dear life. Natasha says something else and you only catch the last of her words, “…make me cum baby…”

Much to your relief, Carol finishes before you. She leaks around your mouth despite you swallowing most of it; what you can’t catch dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. She whines loudly, nails scraping against your skull and she pulls your face so close into her, breathing isn’t an option for a second. Carol climbs off your face and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth. “You can cum, baby. Go on.” You and Natasha finish in unison; your moans echoing loudly from the walls. Your release squirts out little over Natasha’s hand and your body violently trembles. You inhale a bottle of water whilst nestled into Carol while Natasha devours Wanda in front of you.

On the drive back into the city, Natasha tells you all that you missed your reservations at a fancy restaurant and whilst you’re a little gutted, you tell them that you would much prefer a couple of greasy burgers and a shake. So you do. Your millionaire girlfriends drive you through a Drive-Thru in their Rolls-Royce. The whole thing is ridiculous but you love it. The four of you - and Jim - feast on the fast food until you’re sure your stomachs are going to explode.

To end your day, you take a stroll through the park until you end up in the cafe where you had your first date. You try to order a coffee but end up with a decaf coffee instead. When you try to argue, you’re met with three stern faces and quickly back down.

When you’re back at your - because you had forgotten to get something - you lead your women into your bedroom and present them with a card and a small gift each. They take it in turn to kiss you and open what you got them.

How do they thank you? With one last, very intense, orgasm.

By far, the best Valentine’s Day to date.

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konigsblog · 9 months

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Imagine yan! Kidnapper König with reader who escapes (or just attempts to and fails)

tw; miscarriages, don't read if that's a triggering subject;

he'd became cold. he lost that warmth you once gave him. he misses you, the giggles and love you reciprocated back to him, what even happened? it was one argument, about pregnancy. you didn't want a kid, something that terrified you was giving birth, that constant anxiety was too much to handle.

he'd awoken to you gone. könig panicked, began smashing things around the house; glasses and vases, yelling and screaming. if you didn't live in the middle of nowhere, cops would've been called, but fortunately for könig, neighbours weren't a thing. he'd immediately got into his car, something he'd planned beforehand - months ago - was putting a tracker in that bag he'd given you, a suspicion that you'd leave him one day with it slung over your shoulder.

you were asleep against a tree far away, too exhausted, not believing he'd be awake til later, giving you some time to rest. but könig's body knew, it was as if his body woke him up because you weren't with him.

he jumped from his car, grasping at you and shaking you awake. god, the fear and terror in your eyes was something that would make him melt, but in the heat of the moment, he dragged you back, not caring that you were crying and in pain from his tight grip. throwing you into the backseats and tying you up, gagging you and driving back home.

it was quiet, terrifyingly quiet. his grasp on the steering wheel was tight, as if he'd swerve to the right and cause a car crash. he carried you bridal style into the bedroom, taking the ballgag off. you kept your head low, his gaze burnt holes into your skull, he cried and sobbed into your stomach. sat on his knees while you were on the bed, screaming at you for answers.

silent, you stayed silent. too afraid to move a muscle or say anything. “say something, maus.” he demanded, voice a snarl mixed with a growl, like a wild animal. but you couldn't, its not as if you didn't want to, being shaken up forced you to remain silent for the next couple days, too in shock and stressed out.

and because of the immense amount of stress, the fetus unfortunately miscarried. you didn't know how to react, you didn't want the baby originally but you'd somehow grown attached to the feeling of being pregnant, you wanted the baby now. könig wasn't horrible, he loved you, but you made it hard some days. inviting a child into this world, this home, would make him calm down, never raising his voice at all, not wanting the kid to grow up traumatised.

but here you were sat on the toilet with blood running down your legs. yelling for him to come into the bathroom. he never blamed you, he didn't yell, but he cried. he cried with you, holding you and cleaning you up. “it's alright, my dear. we have all the time in the world, we should wait til we're ready.” you sobbed into him, but the guilt was strong, even when he told you that it wasn't your fault, you began to feel as if it was.

what if you never left? it gave you a ton of stress. könig felt like it was him, his fault. he shouldn't have yelled at you, when did he lose his composure? you held eachother for days, deciding to wait until you were both ready for a kid, könig continuing to love you.

and despite how you'd betrayed him, he'd always forgive you because you were all he wanted, all he desired.

#orla speaks #könig angst #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig #konig #cod konig #konig x you #konig mw2

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angy-mouse · 1 year

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Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!”

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky.

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control.

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband.

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.”

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold.

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs.

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.”

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?”

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so.

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways.

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head.

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you.

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger.

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.”

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you.

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you.

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have.

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum.

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck.

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.”

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full.

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him.

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum.

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.”

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.”

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.”

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.”

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well.

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.”

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!”

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.”

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept.

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts.

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.”

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone.

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking.

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him.

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.”

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was.

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed.

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?”

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill.

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,”

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

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Their S/O Gets Trapped In A Collapsed Building

Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) X Reader, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) X Reader

Warnings: Trapped after explosions, Small spaces, Injury, Hospitals

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

🪶 You are a civilian that he met before he became the No.2 hero, you stuck with him through everything. 🪶 Keigo was actually on the phone to you when it happened, he heard the loud crashing and called out for you but the call was disconnected without you answering. 🪶 Keigo panics internally as he makes his way over, hoping that his gut feeling was wrong but as he sees the chaos, all the rescue heroes and emergency service vehicles around your fallen building his heart literally drops into his stomach. 🪶 Keigo looked through the crowds hoping to see you but he couldn’t find you anywhere.

Keigo sent out feathers hoping to find you somewhere, it took far longer than he wanted to find any sins of life but breath a sigh of relief when he realised that it was you, he moved the feather to tickle your check and get you attention you breathing seemed to calm as you got the message that he was there as he called people over to help get you out.

Keigo carefully flew down into the hole that they made, it looked like you had been in the parking lot of the apartment complex, he followed his way to the feather that had been with you and when he made it to your car that you seemed to be hiding in he knocked on the window before opening the door to see you curled up on the floor between the front and back seat “found you.” You looked up at him when he spoke and he could see that your head was bleeding. “Hawks?” You asked, he put his hand out to you encouraging you to come towards him. “It’s just me Babybird, what's my real name?” He asked. “Keigo.” You said softly as you took his hand climbing towards him, he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Does anything else hurt?” He asked. “No.. Just my head.” You answered and he nodded, hooking his other hand under your knees. “The only way out is up so you gotta hold on for me.” Keigo encouraged you as he stretched his wings out “ready?” “Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said softly.

You had been set up in a room in the hospital, they wanted to keep you for observation overnight but for the most part you were fine. You had nowhere to go so you didn’t complain too much, you were scrolling through your phone assuring the people that knew where you lived that you were okay, you were half way through when the door to your room opened and hands moved your face to look at their owner. “Hey babybird.” “Hi… Thanks for saving me.” You smiled and he leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “No need to thank me.” He said softly as he looked over the bruise forming on your head and cheek. “What’s the damage?” “They said the only thing to worry about is the concussion that they're just keeping me in.” You explained and he nodded. “Did you see anything?” He asked. “No, I was walking to my car, when it happened, there wasn’t anyone else down there.” You said and he nodded. “I’m glad that you're okay.” He said softly “you should get some rest.” “Will you stay for a little while?” You asked. “I’m staying the whole night.” He promised, leaning over and kissing the side of your head that wasn’t injured before taking your hand.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

🍭 Taishiro had seen you that morning, you were only supposed to be going to a school after being voted the favourite hero amongst the kids. 🍭 You were the one who told him to be careful assuming that you weren’t going to come into any trouble. If only you had both known what would happen. 🍭 The day started well for both of you, you were enjoying your time at the school and Taishiro was having a rather uneventful day until he got a call about a gas leak that caused an explosion near a school. 🍭 The problem was when he heard the name of the school, it was the one that you were supposed to be at, now not only were there kids in danger you were too and he wished he was closer.

You’ve never been happier for your quirk, when the explosion registered in your head you created a protective barrier around you, the teacher and the kids “is everyone okay?” you asked. “They all seem to be okay, just a little shaken.” The teacher answered and you nodded as you looked around, there didn’t seem to be a way for anyone to get out and you assumed that if you moved everything would collapse around you. “I think we just have to wait for them to save us.” You said “In my left pocket my phone is in there can you grab it for me. If I lower my arms then the shield goes down too.” she reached into the back pocket of your hero suit and grabbed your phone. You told her the password to your phone and told her to scroll down to Fat Gum and call him. You had two phones, one for work and one for personal life, the numbers of all of your hero friends were saved in each phone but the work phone had their hero names while your personal phone had their real names. “(Y/H/N) where are you?” He asked. “We were in the building, it collapsed.” You said. “I know I’m here, where are you?” He asked again. “I managed to get a field up, we’re on the east side from the entrance, we must not be that far down if we can still talk on the phone.” You explained. “Alright I’m looking at the blueprints, we’ll get to you as soon as possible, just stay as safe as you can okay?” He asked and you nodded. “Okay.” You nodded as the line went dead. “Alright Fat Gum is gonna save us guys.” You promised as they kids all seemed to light up at the thought of that. You don’t know how long you were waiting but when the sun from outside started to shine in you could see that you had managed to keep the classroom in tacked. “Get all the kids together, make sure that all of them are here and then we can start getting them out as soon as it’s safe.” “Hey Sugar, how are you doing down there?” Taishiro called, you had both decided a long time ago to make your relationship public, so he never really hid the pet names or affection unless you were in official meetings or certain kinds of press conferences. “We’re good.” You said as you looked up and saw that you were all actually quite close to the surface and that rescue would be easy. “Grab that table, if you stand on it you can pass the kids up.” “Right.” The teacher nodded as she walked over moving the table and getting it, you moved over using your body weight to stabilise the table as she started passing the kids up. From there the rescue was as easy as you thought that it would be you were the only one left to save. “Your turn, superhero.” Tai teased as you climbed onto the table, careful to keep your hands level and the field up. “You're going to have to lift me big guy, I can’t use my arms.” You informed him. “Don’t worry, Sugar I got you.” He promised leaning down and gripping under your arms, easily lifting you out of the hole that they had created, Tai made quick work of getting away from the rubble as it fell without the support of your quirk. “You good?” He asked. “Yeah, just tired.” You answered. “Is everyone else okay?” “Everyone is fine, let’s get you checked over and then we can go home and rest.” He said. “What about your patrols?” You asked. “Red Riot and Suneater got it.” He shrugged as he walked over to the ambulance to get you checked properly before taking you home.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

🐛 You should have known that something bad was going to happen, the day had started off terrible and all you wanted was to go home but you knew that you needed to grab some things for dinner before going home. 🐛 You knew that Shota wouldn’t be home tonight, he was supposed to be on patrol. 🐛 You were in the 24-hour supermarket when it happened, you weren’t even sure what it was that happened but all you knew was that you couldn’t move. 🐛 You could feel that your leg was trapped under what you assumed was part of the building but you were more focused on keeping calm, you used your quirk to send out your favourite shadow beast “Find someone bud, they’re out there somewhere.”

Shota had been called to help with the rescue effort, there were loads of people in the building when it fell but for the most part they were okay, his capture weapon made it easy to get to people in the rubble. Shota was about to turn to leave when he felt something tug at his sleeve. He'd felt it many times before but this time it made him freeze as he hoped that he would see something else. When he looked down at he saw the shadow beast that you loved to let tease him. “Where is she?” He asked, the little dog looking shadow as he directed him through the fallen building until it opened up, he led him back to you. You were sitting up, there was blood on your face and you didn’t seem to be able to use your leg. “Hey kitten, you okay?” He asked as he crouched in front of you, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I can’t use my leg.” You told him. “It was trapped under the slab over there.” “That’s okay, I can get you out of here.” He promised as he wrapped an arm under your thighs and pulled your front to rest against his, he then used his capture weapon to create a harness that kept you secured to him so that you could relax. “It’s alright I’m going to get you out of here. What were you even doing here?” “I just needed some stuff for dinner, next time I’ll just starve.” You informed him and he gave a soft chuckle. “We’ll figure something else out, maybe you can just order something next time.” He suggested he needed to keep you away with the blood on your face. He was sure that you had a head. “Yeah you might be right about that.” You nodded.

You were back at the hospital when the rescue effort finally finished, you made Shota promise to stay and help the others. You were now set up in a room and your leg had been set, you would need surgery in the morning (if the concussion didn’t get any worse) but for now you were on pain killers and bed rest. “How are you feeling?” Shota asked as he walked over to the seat next to your bed. “I’m okay, my leg doesn’t hurt anymore, they said they’ll do surgery tomorrow if the concussion doesn’t get any worse.” You explained. “You should go home and get some rest.” “I’m not going anywhere.” He informed you and you looked at him. “I remember saying the same thing to you after USJ when I woke up.” “That was different, you couldn’t see.” You reminded him. “And you can’t walk.” He argued. “I’m not going anywhere so how about you help me word the report a little less harshly and we spend the rest of the night together?” “Is that all you’ll settle for?” You asked. “Mhm.” He answered moving some things around so that you could see the computer screen, he was accustomed to staying up all night but with the concussion, the nurse had told him on the way in, that you ideally needed to stay away for the next 24 hours and this was one way to help keep you occupied while that time passed. “Okay pull ‘em up.” You mumbled as you pulled up the training sessions for the class as you both started the reports.

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Kinktober 2022: October 26th

Day 26: Group Sex // Seduction // Costumes

Dave York + Frankie Morales + Will Miller + Benny Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), group sex, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, slight degradation, collaring, dom/sub tones

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Three sets of eyes, four - if Dave’s were counted, were focused on you. Will keeps glancing away, shifting uncomfortably, but flickering back over to you as if it was an accident he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. The morbidly curious spectator that slows down the car to rubberneck and observe.

Except they aren’t watching EMS or fire personnel take care of a crash scene. No, they are watching spit drip down your chin, your throat bulging and gasps as the thick cock that makes tears spring up in your eyes and slides down your cheeks pulls back long enough for you to draw in a breath before it pushes back down your throat.

Frankie coughs, rubbing his hand over his face and twisting in his seat, his glance finding Benny to see what the younger Miller brother was doing. To see if anyone else was as shocked as he was. Benny was leaning forward, hands clasped together with his blue eyes focused on the scene in front of him.

His eyes turn back to where the woman on her knees very enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down, taking Dave deeper and deeper with every pass, her nude body on display and he swallows when he sees a flash of something between her cheeks. A toy? A plug?

Benny’s the first to say something. “Hell of a weekend away, York.” His chuckle is awkward, voice rather rough from the unspoken questions that every man has.

Dave smirks, looking back down at you and strokes your hallowed cheek, making you moan quietly and lean into his touch. “Figured you boys might want a little more than fishing and nature on the menu.” He tells them, looking up from your mouth to find each one of them staring at him.

“I brought you a toy for the weekend.” He goes on tugging on the collar you are wearing around your neck and you obey immediately, pulling off his cock with a gasp, hazily looking up at him from lust filled eyes. “Good girl.” He winks at you and motions for you to suck his cock again, chuckling when you eagerly take him back into your mouth. “My little slut is going to take care of your every need. Every little hole is yours to fill, to fuck.”

You moan in agreement, and Will shuffles lower in his seat, obviously trying to see if this is some sort of power play or trick. Instead of smirking, Dave catches his eye, beckoning him over. “Touch her, Ironhead.” He invites. “She’s wanting to be filled.”

Will’s gaze turns calculating, eyes narrowing as he watches your head bob, fingers digging into the arm of his chair from his slumped position before he makes up his mind. Your eyes cut over to watch as he pushes himself up out of the chair with a small grunt, making Dave chuckle, his hand cupping your jaw again.

“Good choice, Miller” He groans when you swallow around him. “It’s worth it.”

****

His decision leads to a chain reaction. You miss the silent communication between the other brother and Fankie. The subtle way that they agree with the tiniest of nods before Benny starts to kick off his shoes and Frankie sweeps the Standard Oil hat off his head and tosses it on the table beside him.

You know their names, you’ve been shown pictures of the men that you were going to entertain this weekend, although they don’t know who you are. Dave hadn’t introduced you, preferring to leave you as his ‘pet’ for now. Adding to the thrill of this.

Will is the first one to touch you. Hand skimming up your bare back and to the collar around your neck, hooking his fingers under the stiff yet malleable leather to pull you back slightly. Your lips stretch along the base of Dave’s cock, an inch slipping from your throat and Will grunts slightly as you aren’t providing resistance, instead you are letting him move you.

“Oh she’s good.” He rasps out, pushing you forward until the length is buried in your throat again. There’s slightly admiration in his voice, the feeling of his hand sliding down your back and gripping your ass has you moaning quietly at the praise and touch.

Dave smirks, looking towards Benny and Frankie as they strip down. Their cocks are half hard, swelling as they throw their clothes off in their haste. “Hurry up before we decide to keep her for ourselves.” He jokes.

“Fuck no.” Benny grunts, a pout automatically on his face at the idea of not getting to join in on the fun.

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head as he slowly follows the younger brother over to where all four men are now crowding around you. “He said we have all weekend.” He reminds him with a playful nudge, groaning as he wraps his own hand around his cock.

“Yeah but this is the beginning of the fun.” Benny smirks as he kneels down and cups your breast. “Fuck, these are nice.” He grunts in approval as he pinches your nipple and makes you whine while you keep sucking Dave’s cock.

Dave taps your chin and you dutifully move back, looking up at him expectantly. “Move to the bedroom.” Dave orders, obviously wanting to move to a more spacious location for this to happen.

****

They have you spread out. Limbs splayed wide and each man seems to overtake every one of your senses. Will and Dave had stripped when they had moved you to the bedroom, Benny taking the initiative and hoisting you up to cart you off like a prize.

Head hanging over the edge of the bed, you feel the press of Will’s insistent cock press deep. Deeper than Dave’s as he grunts, the soft press of his balls against your nose.

All you can do is take it, moan through it while Frankie’s tongue is buried in your folds. Greedy and hungry for the smallest sounds he pulls out of you, feasting on you as if he were starving. His tongue is artfully wicked, making Benny huff about how no one would be able to satisfy you with oral now that you’ve had Cat’s tongue.

Firm, wide hand hold your thighs, keeping them apart for his head while he slurps and sucks on your cunt. Making it hard to keep a steady rhythm for the two cocks in your hand. Unable to see them, Will blocks your view but you can hear the curses from Benny, feel the hands groping and slapping at your tits while you absorb the attention all four men give you.

The air in the room is filled with them. Sweat, sex, musk all permeanting every inch of the space, their unique scents combining into one heady fragrance that covers the smell of your dripping cunt, of your need to be wrecked by them.

Every second is filled with them. A curling flick of Frankie’s tongue combined with the slide of skin over steel and muted groans, the push of rigid veins along your palette. Every time they push into your hands or mouth, flicks your clit, your cunt clenches. Bottoms out on itself in anticipation.

Will holds your head, watching his cock disappear into your mouth and bulge out the soft skin of your stretched throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.” He grunts, looking over at Dave. “Need to- fuck where do you want it?” He’s asking Dave instead of you.

Lips curling up, Dave hums. “Fill up that pretty little throat. I’m sure that you’ll fill up every hole by the time we are done.”

Nodding, Will bites his lip, looking back down at you and his eyes slip closed. Hips losing their steady rhythm and starting to stutter. Feeling the way his body tightens, his cock hardens even more as he presses in, right before he lets out a loud moan.

Salty ropes of cum push down your throat, making you gulp in an effort to keep up. Lifting up onto the balls of his toes while you drink him down, your grip on Benny and Dave’s cocks loose while you concentrate on not drowning in Will’s seed.

Gasping for air and keening when he pulls his wet, spent cock from your mouth. The first sounds of your pleasure fully audible while Frankie continues to lick into your folds. Grinding your hips down and Dave tuts, reaching down and pinching your nipple harshly. “Don’t be greedy, you little slut.” He huffs at you, mocking your desperation for Frankie’s tongue and the way you moan when he tweaks your nipple. “Let the boys fuck those tight little holes.”

Your lashes flutter and Dave’s filthy words push you over the edge, hips lifting and your body bucking as you cry out. Pouring your release into Frankie’s groaning mouth and Benny hisses. “Fuck, I’m fucking her ass.” He calls dibs on your hole and Dave snorts in amusement. He knows that by the time you’ve left the cabin this weekend, he will have taken every hole you have.

****

Your eyes are on Dave, heavy lidded as he slowly strokes his cock. Watching instead of touching you and the urge to whine is overwhelming. The men he has worked with are very different but each one of them has an impressive cock. Two of them are stretching you out and impaling you while your body sings in pain and pleasure.

It’s always the quiet ones that have the thickest dicks. The ones that don’t brag about how fucking big they are. Although it was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he wasn’t lacking, the fucking wrist sized cock that is currently buried in your cunt makes you gasp and whimper, rocking foward while the younger Miller brother pushes deep inside you.

Benny’s long, average thickness but his cock is more than a full inch longer than Dave’s and your brow pinches slightly as he rocks into you slowly, letting you get used to him inside your tightly gripped hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I never - shit, no one ever lets me fuck their ass.” Benny moans, obviously in heaven and his hands cup your tits while he works his way to his hips grinding against your ass and every inch buried to the hilt. “Shit baby, you are beautiful.”

“She loves it.” Dave smirks at your slack jawed expression, reaching out to cup your chin while Frankie’s fingers dig into your hips. “Want another cock in you?” He coos, grunting in approval when you nod dumbly like the cock drunk little whore you are. “Hopefully Frankie ate that pretty little pussy out enough to take his fat cock. You love it, don’t you my little slut?” You whimper and nod, clenching down around the cocks inside you.

Now it’s Will’s turn to watch, spent but quickly starting to get turned on again as he watches Dave stand, move over to where the three of you are propped up and feed his cock back into your mouth. You take it easily, just like you had swallowed him down and Will gulps, his cock twitching in interest and it might be a faster recovery time than he expected.

You look pornographic. It could easily be any porn that they were jerking off to during deployments. One of millions of videos from shared hard drives that were used to combat loneliness and horniness. But instead of a computer screen, he can smell the sex, feel the tension in the air and practially taste skin and sweat.

He wonders where Dave found you. Were you a worker he paid for the weekend? He didn’t think so. You were too familiar with him. Although that might not say much. The collar around your neck wasn’t new, it was obviously a usual weight around your neck. Your eyes are focused upon him, despite the two other men that are slowly starting to move in and out of your body.

You whine, moan, as they find their rhythm. Alternating thrusts in perfect symphony. Never leaving you empty before the thick press of being filled races up your spine. The way they work together is almost instinctual, muscle memory. The devastating punch of their thrusts makes you mewl, swallowing around Dave’s cock as you are wrecked.

The grunts and groans of the men are filthy, making you clench, filling the room with steady rising sounds. Panted curses and hissed blasphemes are all they can manage through the thrusts, each sound making you wind up tighter. Your orgasm titters on the edge while each man uses you, fucks into you like the toy you were promised to be and you’re enjoying it.

Dave’s hand taps your cheek sharply, making your eyes spring open from where they had drifted closed. “Eyes on me.” He orders harshly, smirking at the cock drunk look in your eyes. “Too much, pet? You said you wanted this. That you could handle it.” Your muffled moan of agreement is filled with the slick sound of his cock filling your throat. “You can’t take more than one cock, is that what I’m hearing?” You shake your head as much as you can and start eagerly pressing him deeper, trying to make sure you give him exactly what he wants.

Frankie’s hands caress your hips, a contrast to the harsh grip Benny has on your tits. Soft kisses brushing over your skin from the man who is deep in your cunt while Benny’s teeth have an edge to you, scraping over your skin. Making you gasp around Dave’s cock and he grunts, looking down at you with a dark grin. “You’re just getting started, aren’t you?” He coos, chuckling at the whine that escapes your lips. “Fill her up boys. We have a long weekend of fucking her full.”

****

“Are we ever going to learn who she is?” Benny asks as the last bag is packed away in the truck of the SUV that Dave had brought up to the cabin. “And what about-”

Frankie shuffles and slaps Benny on the arm, a sharp look stopping the younger Miller brother from asking the question all three men had secretly been asking themselves even while they were indulging in the pure wicked decadence of the weekend. They were wrung out, drained dry and it was amazing that you were showering, or walking without any help.

“What does your wife think about this?” Will asks, voicing it out loud and making Frankie give a soft sigh. Ironhead’s gaze is direct, making Dave huff in quiet admiration for asking the hard question.

“My wife lets me do what I want.” He murmurs.

“Yeah - but you just got married.” Benny states, hating again that none of them had been able to make the wedding. None of the had actually met the new Mrs. David York or even seen a picture of her. Dave hated social media and had been oddly silent on the subject of his new bride.

“And?” Dave cocks a brow at Benny and smirks when he sees the disappointment flash across the team's faces. It was going to be interesting….

Your exit from the cabin with your bag captures their attention. Shocking them because you are dressed for the first time in days, looking much different from the sex toy they had used. Dave hums and walks over to the steps, taking the bag from your shoulder as you start to descend, his demeanor very different from the dominant - sometimes degrading man he had been over the last few days.

His hand is on your back, guiding you over the men as all three tilt their heads and watch the interaction, trying to figure out this new dynamic of your relationship. This was a woman he had brought to them to be used - with your consent - but they had fucked every single hole on your body and used you in every way imaginable and he is now treating you like a precious jewel.

“Sweetheart.” Dave smirks again, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on lips that had every cock here between them. Loads of cum painted over them. “Introduce yourself to the boys.” He instructs you gently, looking back at them as he waits for their reactions.

You smile at them as you tell them your name. “I’ve been so excited to meet all of you.” You tell them. “I’m Dave’s wife.”

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