#if lusting over him is a crime then CUFF ME

[meidui]

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#what the fuck #i had obscene and impure thoughts while making this and i am having them now #if lusting over him is a crime then CUFF ME #tony stark #tonystarkedit #robertdowneyjredit #rdjedit #marveledit #mcuedit #mcuchallenge #marvellegends #dailyavengers #mcufam #marveladdicts #dailymarvelgifs #* #myedit #mygif

[withleeknow]

wishful thinking. (03)

chapter three: puzzle pieces

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; unprotected sex (this is fiction, not real life. don’t do it kids), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, praise kink if you squint???, could’ve been edited a bit more but oh well i tried lol word count: 3.2k

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If loving you’s a crime Cuff me up, I’ll do my time for you, girl When I make you mine (when I make you mine) Didn’t come all this way just to waste your time

Over Some Wine - RINI ft. Maeta

It wouldn’t have taken that long to walk to your apartment. And normally, you would welcome the brisk night stroll with friends, basking in the chilly but pleasant air as you wander the empty streets, with nothing but the glow of everlasting youth for warmth every time the wind breezes by.

Though tonight you had opted to hail a taxi back to yours after leaving the club. You’re not an impatient person and neither is Minho, but whenever you’re around him, waiting always seems to be the hardest thing to do.

The entire time you were in the car, his hand was on your leg, the touch seemingly innocent at first, until his fingers started trailing higher and higher, until his hand was gripping your inner thigh. His knuckles brushed against your core at one point, and you had to summon every last bit of control not to jump his bones right then and there.

Once you're finally within the comfort of your own home, Minho's got you hoisted up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips instantly chasing yours while his hands settle on your ass, squeezing you as he carries you to your bedroom. He knows the layout of your apartment well enough that he doesn't have to break away from the kiss for more than a second to navigate the place and reach his desired destination.

It's only when he has lowered you on the bed that he stops kissing you, latching onto your neck while his clothed erection grinds against you. You choke on a breath as Minho sucks on a sweet spot, his favorite place to mark you. You love it, even though you always end up complaining to him that you have to cover it up when you go outside.

His hands knead you roughly, one still on your ass, the other having moved to your chest. You tug on his shirt, desperate and impatient, and he complies almost immediately. He finishes his work on your neck with a particular hard suck, his tongue soothing the skin before he pulls away from you just far enough to get rid of the shirt.

Minho dives in to kiss you again but you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly before your lips could meet. “Take off your pants,” you demand restlessly.

“What?” he simpers, though his hands are already reaching to undo his belt. “You don’t wanna kiss some more?”

“You can kiss me while you fuck me.”

It’s easy to tell that your words affect him, judging from the way his eyes glaze over with lust and the retort that he swallows back down. While he kicks off his jeans and boxers, you work on stripping yourself bare for him. You’re both naked in record time, and then he’s gravitating toward you once again.

It’s routine at this point; Minho likes to make you come at least once or twice before he fucks you. He’s about to descend your body before you’re stopping him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Not gonna let me have a taste?” he pouts.

“Later,” you tell him. “I just need you now.”

He bites his lip like he’s contemplating it, then slots his body between your open legs, his bare cock positioned on your inner thigh. “You sure? Don’t want me to prep you first?” he asks.

“No.” Your hands slide up his neck, pulling him closer until he’s resting his forehead against yours. “Can’t wait. Want you so bad...”

You’re practically whimpering, positively dripping with need as you tell him this. It makes Minho lose his mind a little bit, makes his breath hitch. He kisses you again as his fingers slip through your folds, pleased to find that you’re already beyond wet.

The sounds that you make, muffled by his lips, go straight to his cock; the length throbs, hardens impossibly more.

He dips his fingers into your entrance regardless, burying them to the hilt, scissoring you open. You buck against his hand instantly, your pliant cunt soaking his digits as you whine - or try to, anyway. It’s good, the way he’s fucking his fingers into you, but you need more.

“Min, just fuck me...” You break the kiss to look at him with darkened eyes, full of desire. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” Then he’s pulling out, making a quick show of sucking his fingers clean, humming contentedly at your taste. The sudden emptiness that he leaves you with almost hurts, but it dissipates when he aligns himself with you, rubbing his tip against your clit a few times before he’s finally pushing in.

There’s a stretch but it’s not unpleasant. It’s delicious, how he fills you up so perfectly like he was made just for you.

That thought crosses your mind again.

My puzzle piece. My perfect fit.

You let out a drawn moan as Minho bottoms out. You can’t think straight, not when he’s this close to you, not when you can feel all of him. Not when it’s practically suffocating you, just how intimate the moment is.

You know it’s not exactly what you signed up for, or at least you still try to remind yourself that. And yet...

You two don’t use condoms anymore; you haven’t in a while. It’s a little reckless and stupid, you know that. Maybe if someone else had come to you and told you that they were forgoing protection with their close-friend-turned-friend-with-benefits, you would scold the shit out of them. But this is your situation, and people don’t tend to be very wise when it comes to their own dilemmas, do they?

Minho always pulls out, and you never forget to take your birth control. Of course, there’s always some concern, but it isn’t really on the forefront of your mind right now. There hasn’t been any scares so far.

“Okay?” he asks, brushing his lips against your cheek as he holds your waist.

You nod fervently. “More than okay. Please move.”

He chuckles at your impatience, giving your sides a tender squeeze before rearing his hips back. The drag of his cock along your walls makes you sigh, and when he plunges back into you, you almost shudder from how fucking good it feels.

“Minho...” His name falls from your lips hoarsely, brokenly. The pace he sets is fast, makes you see stars from the get-go. He would’ve preferred to play with you a bit more to ease the stretch for you, but he knows you wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t think you could handle it.

You pull him closer with your arms around his neck until your chest is pressed tightly against his. He kisses you again, slowly, sweetly, while he thrusts into you hard and fast.

You know he likes it when you’re loud for him, because of him. He’s told you that much himself. But more often than not, Minho would kiss you a lot during sex, swallowing the moans trying to escape from you.

Maybe he’s just looking out for your poor neighbors.

Or maybe he just likes kissing you that much.

“Fuck,” he groans against your lips, breaking away momentarily to let you breathe. His cock nudges your g-spot on every stroke and it feels like heaven. “You’re doing so good, baby. Always take me so well.”

You don’t know if it’s the pet name that makes your heart skip a beat or if it’s just the praise in general, but either way, it fills you with an indescribable warmth.

You clench around him, your thighs instinctively hugging his waist tighter and that’s how he knows you’re almost there. “Gonna come for me?” he asks, his hips never easing up on their brutal pace because goddamn Lee Minho and his fucking stamina. One of his hands sneaks down to meet your clit, drumming it like he’s playing the freaking guitar and it makes you want to scream.

“So close,” you cry out. He’s brought you to that edge already, and all you have to do now is... fall. “Min, I’m...”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

And so you do. You fall. You let yourself tip over the edge and into the sea of pleasure that awaits you. It’s stars exploding behind your eyelids, wonderfully devastating. It’s rapturous euphoria, the way Minho holds you through it all, how he peppers kisses along your jawline, how he never ceases his movements, making your high last as long as possible.

He holds out until he’s seen your orgasm through. When your bliss subsides, his hips stutter, turning more erratic.

“I’m close,” he rasps out.

You hold his face and mimic his actions just a couple minutes ago, kissing his cheek, the bridge of his nose and the cute mole on the side, then finally his lips. “Where do you want it?”

“Your mouth,” he asks gently. “Please.”

When Minho pulls out, you move toward him, settling on your hands and knees until your face is level with his bare cock. He lets out a breathless moan as you take him into your awaiting mouth, humming contentedly when you taste yourself on him. He has both hands on you, one tangled in your hair, the other stroking your cheek affectionately, all the while his hips thrust into your mouth slowly until he hits the back of your throat, only to pull back and do it again repeatedly.

You peer up at him through your lashes, and Minho just thinks you’re so fucking pretty like this, looking at him with innocent eyes, yet you’re doing downright obscene things with him, letting him do the filthiest things to you.

You place your hand on top of his own, the one that’s on your face, caressing your cheekbone. “Baby,” he whimpers brokenly as you hollow out your cheeks to try and suck him off better. His heavy length throbs on your tongue, pulsating with the need to come. He’s aware that he sounds beyond needy and desperate, but you’re just so warm and wet and a fucking goddess that it makes him short-circuit, wiping his mind clean until all he knows is you.

Nothing else, no one else but you.

It takes him only a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s calling out your name in a drawn-out moan, spilling his hot cum down your throat, coating your tastebuds with him. You bop your head along his length for a minute longer, until you’re certain that he has nothing left to give you. When you’re done, your tongue wanders from the base to the tip, lightly sucking and licking the head like a kitten, before you open your mouth to show him that you’ve been a good girl.

Minho is dazed as he stares at you, his lips parted as he tries to even out his breathing. You smile triumphantly as you watch him try to get his bearings, but after a moment, he’s still quiet. You’re about to poke his side to get him to come down from the clouds, but he’s suddenly pulling you up by your arms and kissing you hard. You let out a surprised gasp, muffled against his mouth, before you relax against him, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

He moans when he tastes himself on your tongue, and the vibration caused by the sound makes you press your thighs together.

One of his hands gropes your bare ass before his fingers find your core again, rubbing your slit, gathering the moisture there.

“Did sucking me off make you wet again?” Minho pulls back slightly to ask, a smirk evident on his lips. You don’t say anything; you just look at him with bashful eyes. “Want me to make you come again?”

At this, you nudge his nose with yours. “Will you?” you ask coyly. “Just a quick one.”

He kisses you once more before he gently pushes you backward, motioning for you to lie on the bed as he settles with his head between your legs.

He sucks a faint mark into one of your inner thighs. “Anything for you,” he says.

His lips latch onto your awaiting clit, sucking it into his mouth gently and instantly making you sigh in pure bliss. Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging on it when two of his fingers dip into your entrance without warning. The digits enter you easily, aided by your excess wetness, fucking you fast, determined to make you come again.

You feel like you’re floating.

There’s something about today. Some lines, blurred.

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself nearing the edge again. You’re still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm after all. “Ah, shit… There…” you keen out, your greedy hands trying to push him further against your cunt, which he happily obliges. 

When you come in his mouth, your thighs shaking around his head, Minho laps it all up, taking his sweet time to lick you clean. You feel him moan against your core, and it isn’t until you start wincing from the overstimulation that he releases you.

A smug grin blooms on his lips as he crawls up the bed, lying down next to you. You take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, thoroughly enjoying the warmth that settles deep in your belly and the satisfying sensation between your legs. You cover your body with the duvet before you roll onto your side to face him.

Pillow talk isn’t your forte.

You just watch him as he watches you carefully, neither of you saying anything as the electricity in the air settles. You wait to see if he would speak, but after a moment, your eyelids start getting heavy. Exhaustion catches up with your body quicky.

“Tired?” Minho asks.

“Mhmm.”

He waits for another beat, reaches a hand out to stroke your hair softly before he gets up and goes to the bathroom. The aftercare is routine, and you cannot express how much you appreciate him for it. He returns with a damp cloth, then peels the duvet from your bottom half to clean you up. He does all of it quietly, and the silence makes you even drowsier.

When Minho is done, he pats your leg and covers you up again. He goes back to observing you and your sleepy face for another minute. You keep your eyes open as you try to maintain eye contact but it’s hard; you feel like you could pass out any second now.

Nevertheless, even in your exhausted state, you still sense the light somberness that befalls the confines of your walls. Usually, this is the part where he leaves, and you can tell that he doesn’t like the realization that he has to go now.

You see it in his face and it makes you a little sad because you know he wants to stay.

Then, it strikes you that you don’t really want him to leave either. At least not tonight.

“It’s late. You can stay the night,” you say quietly, “if you want.”

The same excuse that you used to kick him out the last time, now you’re using to get him to stay.

Minho seems surprised. “Are you okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Oh.”

You catch the tip of his ears turning red. It’s endearing, for some reason.

He puts on his boxers from where they were abandoned on the floor earlier, but opts to remain shirtless. His movements are a bit graceless, like he doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

This is a first for the both of you. The first time he’s ever stayed over.

“Do you want me to grab you a shirt?” he asks.

You nod lazily. “Yes, please.”

Minho wanders over to your wardrobe and rummages through your t-shirt drawer. He picks one out from the bunch, holding it up for you to see. It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with you, but when it does, you realize that it’s not your shirt at all. It’s Minho’s, one that he left here some time ago and you were just never reminded to give it back.

“Oh,” you say. “You can wear it if you want. It’s yours anyway.”

“I think I’d rather see you wear it.”

You don’t argue because you’re tired and it’s just a shirt. You throw it on when he hands it to you along with a clean pair of underwear.

“What?” you ask when he just hovers over your bed and stares at you.

His gaze flickers from your eyes to the shirt covering your body, his lips curling upward before he tells you, “Nothing.”

After turning off the lights, Minho climbs into bed with you. You’re lying on your back and you suspect that he’s in a similar position, though you don’t turn to look at him to make sure. It’s awkward, and you don’t really know what to do about it.

A couple minutes later, he brushes his fingers against yours. “Can I?”

You don’t know what he’s asking, but you agree nonetheless. “Okay.”

There’s some shuffling from his direction, like he’s rolled over onto one side to face you in the dark. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, until your back is flushed against his bare chest. The godforsaken thing that you call a heart starts beating wildly for a reason unbeknownst to you. It’s difficult to breathe properly when he’s holding you like this.

Like you’ve never been held before.

You think Minho feels the stiffness of your body in his arms because he starts rubbing odd patterns on your skin, up and down your sides, trying to soothe you.

It helps a bit, but then again it’s probably the sleepiness seeping in more and more too.

“Hey,” you start. “About what Hyunjin said at the party tonight.”

Minho pauses the movements of his fingers a second. “What did he say?”

“The thing he said about the girl…”

He laughs his cute laugh then, his chest vibrating with the sound. “You know the girl is you, right?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“It’s cute.”

“It’s not.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, patting your stomach with affection. “What about what Hyunjin said?”

You take a breath. “I don’t know. What if everyone finds out?”

“They won’t,” Minho reassures you. “They’re not the brightest bunch.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious,” he protests, then his voice gets smaller, full of hesitation as he asks, “Even if they do find out, would it really be that bad?”

“It wouldn’t be the end of the world,” you tell him, “but I don’t know, it’s…”

Then you trail off, not really knowing what to say. It’s what? Embarrassing? Scary? What?

“Come on.” Minho presses a kiss into your hair after a moment of dead silence. Maybe he thinks that you’ve fallen asleep, or maybe he’s trying to keep you from overthinking everything. The gentle kiss would’ve made you weak in the knees if you aren’t already lying down. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk about it later.”

Your mind takes you back to what he said just now. You can’t help but think how that sentence would sound better if only he’d switched out one word for another.

My girl…

You know my girl is you, right?

It makes your heart skip a beat, then you’re snuggling further into the warmth of his embrace, where he welcomes you with no reservation.

You drift off to the sound of his breathing, dreaming about you and him.

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 12.01.2024]

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know smut #lee know scenarios #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know x you #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #stray kids #lee know #lee minho #fic: wishful thinking

[bedoballoons]

A/n: The livestream has got me on my knees for Wriothesley, like oh my gosh this man is so fine!! So uh...hehe heres a little something I thought of while watching...

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Grrr~༺}

Nsfw! MDNI! Top Wriothesley! Bottom Afab reader, but GN pronouns! Handcuffs, fingering, punishment, rough sex, no protection, a bit of degradation and threats! Reader is a prisoner! This is written before his release so may be a little ooc!

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𑁍༄Wriothesley:

You moaned loudly as Wriothesley slid his large digits inbetween your pretty little light pink folds, pumping them in and out of you at a speed that left you unable to think straight, your wrists stinging as you struggled against the metal confines of the cuffs that kept you trapped against the bedframe. Your wet heat dripping off his fingers and onto the dingy bedsheets you'd been forced to use, the sounds of him spreading you so forcefully like a melody in his lust crazy mind. He just wanted you so bad, the large tent in his pants throbbing with need to the point he could barely keep himself from shoving his full length into you right then, he wanted to make sure you never broke the law again...

"Mnnn~ Wriothesley!" You gasped, watching as he released his member from its fabric confines, his impatience getting the better of him, "Shush, did I tell you you could talk inmate? Cause I sure as hell don't remember telling you." His voice was authoritative, threatening in a way that had you shaking your head in fear and left your pussy throbbing for attention. He could help but smirk in delight at the sight of you, his dick sinking so deep into your heat that you could see stars and he didn't give you even a moment to adjust, his pace absolutely unforgiving.

"Mmhgghn!" You screamed, his thrusts slamming your body against the mattress as he fucked you silly, your brain turned to nothing but mush, tears welling up in your glazed over eyes and your hands holding onto the cuffs for dear life. Wriothesley was enjoying himself immensely, your tight gummy walls clamping around his length in a way that had him growling with greed, "Filthy criminal...so wet for me when all I'm doing is punishing you for your crimes, honestly what a dirty whore."

You couldn't even say a word back, only loud moans and breathless gasps able to escape your lips, your mouth hung open with ecstasy that burned in your core, 'Nghhh-mnnn! Ahahhh!" His rough hands grabbed your hips harshly, leaving bruises as his cock slammed into you with such force that you came on site, your body shaking and quivering around him. He chuckled as he ruined you further, going until his hot white cum filled you to the brim...

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚He so grrrrrr*⁠.⁠✧

(Should I make a version where he's a bottom? 0w0 )

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #wriothesleyheadcanons #wriothesley smut #wriothesleyhcs #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #this man is so fine #hes so hot #im on my knees

[nocturnalazura]

Bonnie to his Clyde

Dabi x FemReader

WC:1.2 k Warnings: Cursing, creampie. I think that's it.

Summary: Dabi took the fall for a crime you both commited, and you take every chance you can to come visit him. (And no this is not fully accurate to what a conjugal visit in a prison would be)

Shout out to @boosyboo9206 for being my forever beta reader and the reason my coma usage is correct.

Your foot taps anxiously as you listen to the corrections officer blather on about rules that you’ve heard a million times. You hated this. The cold walls, the half empty rooms, all of it. It’s your own fault you’re here. You fucked up the plan and he took the fall while you ran, and finally you’ll be able to set him free.

“Sign.” The officer grunts, holding a pen out.

Taking it, you sign just as told and step back. Handing the paper off, he stands and nods in the direction of the doors. Excitement bubbles within you as the bell sounds and the officer leads you through what can only be described as a small maze until you make it to the small trailer. He shoves open a door and nods for you to go in. Your face scrunches as you look around the little building. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. A different guard from earlier pushes the door open and leads Dabi in. He takes a moment to undo the cuffs and takes a step back to study the two of you.

Dabi gives him a bored look. “You gonna leave or stick around and watch?” You hold in your snicker as the guard's face twists in minor disgust.

“Watch it, inmate.” He snarls before slamming the door closed as he leaves.

As the door closes, you happily launch yourself into Dabi who easily catches you. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too, doll.” He leans down to kiss you deeply. His hands move along your lower back, pulling you tighter to his chest. “God, I really fucking missed you.”

He quickly lifts you and moves you two back towards the bed. Laying you down, he quickly settles himself over you. Bright blue eyes scan over the features of your face. His lust filled gaze has a softer hint to it as he leans down to kiss you again. You relish in the slight texture difference of his lips. The familiar slight smokey scent that follows him fills your senses and relaxes you.

Dabi’s hands make their way down your body, caressing your curves before they slip under your shirt to press against your soft skin. The warmth of his hands seeps into your skin turning you on faster than you’d like to admit. A breathy moan escapes you as he bites into your bottom lip.

“Dabi, please.” You manage to gasp out between kisses.

“Please what? Tell me what you want?”

“You, fuck, I want you.”

A shit eating grin creeps its way up his face as his eyes darken. “Yeah? You miss my cock, doll?”

“Yes, god, yes. Please, I’ve missed it so much.”

His grin shifts into something a little more pleased as he shifts up on his knees to pull his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his lithe figure, fingers reaching out to trace the outlines of his muscles as they move under scarred skin. Before you can move to appreciate the rest of him, Dabi makes quick work of pulling you up to work your shirt and bra off, tossing them off to the side somewhere. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip as he scoots back to rid you of your bottoms as well.

“Fuck, doll. Look so damn good.” He growls out while standing to rid himself of his own bottoms. Crawling back over you , he leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss as a hand slips between your legs. A low groan passes his lips as he feels how ready you are for him. “Such a good girl. You’re already ready for me.”

“Been ready since before I got here.”

Dabi grins down at you again before kissing you deeply and lining himself up with your soaked folds. He nips at your bottom lip as pushes in. You moan into the kiss as the feeling of being stretched washes over you.

Your nails bite into his shoulders as you struggle to breathe. “Move. Please move, Dabi.” He lets out a ragged breath as he pulls his hips back and slams back into you.

You choke on a moan as all the air is punched from your lungs with one thrust. Your hands scramble to grip onto him again as his hips move at feverish pace. Pleasure floods your body as his cock rubs against your walls, hitting all the right places with every move he makes. The heat radiating off his body wraps around you, giving you the perfect feeling of home. Your head falls back with a moan, giving him the perfect chance to leave hot open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Fucking amazing, doll. Missed having you wrapped around me.” He grunts into the soft skin of your neck.

“Missed having you in me.” You whisper breathlessly as you tighten around him.

Dabi moans as you tighten and quickly shoves a hand between the two of you to circle your clit quickly. “Cum for me.” He growls out before kissing you deeply to swallow your moans.

Your back bows, nails sinking deeply into his shoulder as every nerve in your body fires off at once as gush around his cock. His kiss does little to swallow the desperate moan that escapes you. His pace never falters as he works you through your high with rapid deep thrusts. His body feels overwhelmingly hot against you as he nears his own end. Finally, he breaks the kiss as his head moves to your shoulder, his teeth immediately sinking into your collar as he slams into you and floods you with hot ropes of cum.

His body slumps against you as he catches his breath. You loosen your grip on him and slowly rub his back. “You still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah just resting.” He mumbles against your neck. “Missed you.”

“You don’t have to miss me for much longer.” You whisper into his hair as you move your hands to take off the small stud earring you wore. You glance around the room and lift his head to speak quietly enough for only him to hear. “Take this. It’ll disable the quirk nullifiers and give you an opening. I’ll be waiting at the ridge after dark.” You turn his head and kiss him deeply.

“How’d you get this in?”

“Don’t ask questions. It was a lot of work but I managed. Think you can handle the rest?”

He grins widely at you. “Yeah, I’ve got it from here. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Good.” You whisper before kissing him deeply again, trying your best to soak up every minute you can get with him in case anything goes wrong.

The hours slowly creep by after you leave the prison. Darkness takes over the sky as you park your car and settle in to wait for him. Your fingers tap against the steering wheel as you glance over at the dashboard clock, anxiety eating at you slowly. Finally, there's a tap on your window. Without thinking you throw your door open, tears of relief running down your face as you see him in the soft moonlight that peeks out through the clouds. You quickly throw yourself into him, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

He catches you easily and holds you close. “Let’s get out of here, doll.” He whispers in your ear, a hint of smile in his voice.

#dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya smut #bnha smut #mha smut

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Punishments

BTAA Scarecrow x gn! Reader (NSFW)

(1,567 words)

Summary: You are punished by the Scarecrow and he’s a complete menace about it.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, vibrator, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamics, punishments (duh), fear play, light nipple play, blood, penetration, rough sex, teasing/orgasm denial, crane being a sadistic asshole (but in a hot way)

Notes: I think I went a little crazy with this one, but I’m happy with it. also threw in some more reader-having-a-spine rep bc it’s fun to write and we all deserve it. enjoy the fic

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“You asshole,” you moaned exhaustedly.

“That may be true,” he crooned, “but I’m not the one who decided to start the marathon early.”

Hearing the soft hum of the vibrator power back on, you braced yourself once again for the incoming onslaught of delicious agony.

How did we get here?

More importantly, how did you get here?

-

With a click, the cuffs that held your hands over your head against the headboard, were fastened.

You could only imagine how vulnerable you looked right now. In addition to the restraint of your hands, you were in nothing but your underwear and an old t-shirt. Behind you was a pillow, which kept you sitting upright to the bed. You kept your legs shut to maintain some level modesty, but with a partner like Jonathan Crane, your modesty was the last thing you needed to worry about.

Feeling his fingers tilt your head up, your eyes met his. A mischievous grin spreads across his face.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this, but you left me no choice,” Jonathan sighs with false disappointment.

“Jon, you were gone for like, 3 hours,” you retort. “The Midnight Movie Matinee was already starting, what was I gonna do? Not watch it? It’s a live recording.”

“Fair point, but you know I’ve been looking forward to this one all week.” You feel his cold and calloused hand trail up your leg, stopping dangerously close to your inner thigh, making you shiver. “…And also, I just needed to find an excuse to punish you, it’s been far too long.”

“But I was planning on filling you in anyway,” you shoot back.

“Aw,” he chuckles dryly, “that is such a sweet sentiment, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the further we get along.”

“The further we get along?” You raise an eyebrow.

Crane says nothing as he rummages around through the drawers. Your brain runs wild with the endless possibilities of whatever it is he’ll use to torment you tonight. With a wolfish grin, he turns around. You quickly spot the small vibrator he was now equipped with.

“What the hell is that?” You ask tensely.

You know full well what it is; you’re not stupid. The question more so implied the notion of what exactly it was he would be doing with it.

“Oh don’t look so nervous, it’s just a bullet vibe.” He says matter-of-factly. “I figured to let the punishment fit the crime, you were, what? 3 hours in? That should be sufficient.”

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates followed by a nervous chuckle. “3 hours? Did I say that?” You begin frantically. “I mean, if you really wanna get specific, it was um, really more like, uh, 2 hours and 26 minutes?” You plead, attempting to realistically shorten the time of your impending torture and hoping to God that he wouldn’t detect the uncertainty laced in your voice.

With a sadistic snicker, he gently coaxes your legs open. “You’re cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.” He grins maliciously, softly tracing over your clothed sex.

Trying your best not to move, your breath hitches in your throat. By giving him a reaction- any reaction at all, you would only be making it worse for yourself by giving him what he wants. As turned on as you were getting, you weren’t one to submit so willingly.

“I don’t beg,” you sigh, “I negotiate.”

Jonathan lets out an amused hum while getting onto the bed. His eyes remain dark with lust as he leans forward to take in your scent, his mouth beginning to pepper your neck with hungry kisses. When he moves forward, you feel his knee dig into your arousal, where a quiet moan exits your lips. Quickly snapping your mouth shut, Crane looks disgustingly satisfied when he pulls away.

“Oh really?” he drawls, “because from where I’m sitting, you are in absolutely no position to even try to negotiate.” His irritatingly smug voice rings through your ears.

Dammit. He’s fucking right, but you don’t cave.

“2 hours and 26 minutes, doctor.” Your gaze locks with his. “I’ll admit, I was very bad for starting without you,” you allow your voice to drop an octave, continuing to maintain eye contact with the increasingly aroused Jonathan Crane sitting before you. “… But, I will not let myself be punished for a second longer than I need to be.”

Crane stares at you with an expression mixed with curiosity and respect. There’s a brief silence in the room, save for the shuffling of the sheets as he shifts his position. He towers over you, but you are not intimidated.

“Fine,” he grins. He lays a quick kiss on your cheek and begins to slowly make his way down to your neck. The pseudo-tenderness of him kissing into you is sharply contrasted by the venom in his voice when he leans back up to whisper in your ear. “But I won’t make this easy for you,” his hand reaches down, rubbing you through your underwear. “…And if I find out you’ve been lying to me, you are going to catch so much hell and it’s going to be fucking beautiful,” he all but moans the last word when he finally reaches the spot that makes you jolt.

You shudder at his threats; the fear and arousal rip through you like tidal waves. After several minutes, his movements become jerky, lightening up the friction on your sex, causing you to buck into his hand. Letting out a chuckle at your desperation, Crane powers on the vibrator and you can only shift in terrified excitement.

“Nervous?” He asks, pushing your leg to the side, “you should be.” You brace yourself for nothing as Jonathan unexpectedly runs the vibe along your inner thighs. Apprehension spikes within your chest the closer and closer he moves to your core, only for him to snap it away.

Fucking tease.

You begin to squirm as he traces up to your sternum, making his way across your chest. You let out a restrained mewl, arching your back when the toy reaches your nipples through your shirt.

“Don’t quiet yourself,” he growls, “I want to hear every single sound that leaves your impatient mouth.” He continues ghosting over your sensitive buds. You writhe in delectable anguish, remaining defiant as you attempt to stifle any moan he tries to force out of you.

Growing frustrated, Jonathan finally drives the vibrator down to your aching sex, causing a loud and pornographic moan to erupt from your throat. Your face burns with shame.

“See?” He smiles wickedly. Crane slips the vibrator past your underwear, and presses it off, much to your chagrin. He coats the toy in your fluids; your cheeks flush at how embarrassingly turned on you are. “Not feeling so brave now, are we?”

“Go to hell,” you chuckle hoarsely.

“Oh wow,” Crane laughs. “You really don’t know when to quit do you?”

“I figure if you’re going to punish me anyway, I might as well get my digs in too.”

Jonathan’s gaze pierces into you hungrily. He’s quiet for a moment, huffing out a laugh until he meets your eyes once again. “…Fascinating,” is all that he utters.

Giving you no time to process, you see the vibrator swiftly set to the side. Jonathan grabs your face as he slams his mouth into yours. The kiss is sloppy; the sounds you two make are filthy as they echo across the walls. Your tongues messily bump into each other’s. Nipping at one another’s lips, you begin to taste the flavor of metal in your mouth, not giving a shit if the blood you were tasting was his or yours.

You catch your breath heavily as the air around you grows thick with arousal. Frantic sounds of a belt buckle unfastening, pants dropping to the floor, and the tearing of a condom wrapper invigorate your senses. The newfound urgency for lust seems to have infected Jonathan as well, as he all but crumples your underwear off your legs, leaving you exposed.

His mouth continues to ravage yours when he finally enters you. Your lower half aches deliciously, feeling yourself be spread apart by Crane’s cock. He pounds into you ferociously, eliciting moans you never thought you were capable of making begin to tumble their way out of your throat. His pace is violent, yet his hands find their way to yours, which are still firmly locked above your head. His fingers interlace with yours for a surprisingly intimate moment in the midst of one another’s chaotic passion.

You feel yourself begin to unravel. As you wail pathetic obscenities into his mouth, Jonathan begins to slow down significantly. You whine when he stops completely, desperately longing for his touch.

“Oh come on now, did you really think I’d let you finish that easily?” Letting out another one of his signature sadistic chuckles, Crane pushes your retrained hands further into the headboard for emphasis.

As if you weren’t already sweating enough, you can certainly feel the perspiration forming at your temples. Feeling exhaustedly fucked out, but unsatisfied, you glare at Crane.

“Don’t give me that look,” he laughs huskily, “You’re being punished, we still have 2 hours to go, remember?”

“You asshole.”

“That may be true, but I’m not the one who decided to start the marathon early.”

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Perseus

I met you in a coffee shop

You were reading Theodora Goss, in a turtle neck that warned for winter in the last days of summer, and I resented your stylistic prophecy.

Your conjectures of a world filled with cold spaces and chilly rooms,

unwarmed by a dozen long winded conversations - disguised by the hip side of fashion.

I admired your contradictions.

Your part in the everyday, the tattered cuffs on your tight jeans, your silence amid the chatter.

Lone man, reading women's work.

Lonely man, trades glances with lone woman, doing men's work.

I met you in a coffee shop, while you were reading “The Strange Case Of The Alchemist's Daughter”

I was struggling to finish a poem.

Putting down lines, and ryhming my inclinations into some semblance of order, like soldiers.

Ready to make war on the decades of history that says women don’t.

My mind was cramped, but I persisted in the exercise, in the name of my ancestors, my mothers, my sisters of yesteryear,

who wrote in dark rooms and kept their words locked in boxes, published under acronyms and pen names masculine, because women can and they have.

For the alchemist's daughter. Another strange case like mine.

Our eyes met across a table, and I sighed.

Distracted as ever by the crumbs of romances possible.

Of sparks that could become flames if one of us would speak - if the woman dare bare her throat.

For a woman to love a man is to lay herself down in front of something wild, an instinct untamed in a wilderness designed against her.

It is to be Persephone, loving the one who would hold you to him by any means,

even those as small in their stature and as profound in their betrayal as pomegranate seeds.

It is to be Andromeda, fed to the beast for the crime of fair face, and spared not for innocence, but for the lust of Perseus.

And yet, I wonder, as all women must, what words Perseus and Andromeda traded across their pillow.

Did she speak to him of dragons and waves, her fears for daughters unborn and the perils of bearing fair face and fair sex?

I wonder if Perseus ever thought past it, her sex and that face

if he ever heard a word that passed her luscious lips.

Lips worth more than a woman’s life, a daughter’s life.

Did her hero ever stop to wonder why he is -

Where manhood ends and heroism begins -

Why he had to love her first, to save her

Or why dragons haunt her daylight?

I wonder, as a woman, if my nights will be the same

Spent trading words across pillows with my very own Perseaus.

Princes who wrap me in their turtlenecks and hold my hand under coffee tables, and love me over dark roast

Content in their proficiency to keep one woman warm and safe,

Impervious to winter and dragons outside their castles

I met you in a coffee shop.

We traded small talk and mutual interest.

I was afraid.

I was practical in my retreat.

I keep watch for dragons, who would make a feast of my womanhood.

Who would break me down for consumption and leave nothing but hollow bones

Suck the marrow from my youth and leave me hollowed.

I live simple with my sisters in the green wood

Ever careful, wary of shapeshifters

And princes who call to me

Promising the world

So you didn’t meet me in a coffee shop

but the memory of you lingers.

Bitter and sweet.

#poetry #personal #writing #I found this in my google docs just now and it brought back a core memory lol #Fizzi writes poetry #Mostly just for fun but I really like this one #Sometimes you reflect on a relationship and realize it’s true you didn’t really know each other #And the reason is you didn’t want to be known

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 1

Loki/OFC Rated M (may go up to E in future chapters) Trigger Warnings: Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics

Loki's plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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What the Hel were they waiting for?

As he sat in his cell, refusing to give the agents he knew were watching him the satisfaction of seeing him pace, Loki was very well aware he was living on borrowed time. After all, he had just led a murderous alien army against one of their largest cities. He had rolled the dice with the Chitari and lost in humiliating fashion. He knew what his punishment was certain to be, no matter what fantasy Thor tried to peddle. He wished they would just get on with it.

He heard her heels clicking along the tiled floor before she came into view. Plastering a superior sneer onto his face, Loki looked up to see a surprisingly youthful, if not exactly young, woman in a navy skirt suit and pale pink blouse approach his glass cage. With a smile she flashed her badge at the pair of guards flanking the door. He could not hear their words, the prison was soundproofed, but it seemed some sort of disagreement was taking place. Much to his amusement it was the soldiers who finally backed down, punching the code to open his cell into the panel. Weapons drawn they escorted the woman into the enclosure where the God was being held.

As if they needed the weapons. With the inscrolled cuffs binding his wrists, Loki was incapable of accessing his magical powers. Hel, he could not even move his arms far enough to cross them over his chest as habit suggested he do. He supposed he could have used brute strength to muscle his way out, mortals were easy enough to subdue even manacled as he was, but to be honest he didn’t really care enough to try.

The woman flashed him an incongruous smile, only slightly tinged with insecurity, and made her way to the table across from him. Director Fury had been the last person to sit in that seat, and his smile had been very different. It seemed one eyed men of all realms agreed that Loki was beyond redemption. Fury had taken great pleasure in informing Loki that Odin had failed to lift a finger to retrieve his adopted son from the vengeance of Midgard. Thor, that soft hearted oaf, had begged for mercy on his behalf, but when had Loki ever been shown mercy?

“Hello,” the woman greeted him, sitting down and opening a large file folder. “My name is Dr. Caroline Thorpe. I have been contracted by the powers that be to conduct a thorough examination and debriefing of you… I see in my notes that you are listed variously as Prince Loki Odinson, Mr. Loki Laufeyson, Loki God of Mischief… How would you like me to address you?”

“Your Majesty would be acceptable,” Loki drawled, crossing his ankles in front of him as he spread out on the bench indolently. “My King, Your Worship, My God… any of those will work.”

“Prince Odinson it is,” she said with a small smile.

“No!” Loki surprised himself by his vehemence. “Not that. Odin is no father to me, as he has made very clear of late.”

“Very well. Why don’t we just stick with Loki then.”

“And shall I call you Caroline?” he asked, making his voice a purr.

“If you wish,” she shrugged, ignoring his attempt to disconcert her.

“Just what are you a doctor of, may I ask?”

“I have phds in Psychology, Neuro Development, and Trauma Therapy,” she told him.

“And you work for SHIELD.”

“Not officially. They bring me in from time to time. I helped Mr. Stark after his experience in captivity, and have worked profiling other threats, real and perceived, from various individuals. But this is not about me. This is about you.”

“Are you here to determine if I am sane enough to stand trial?” he snarled, leaning forward now and narrowing his eyes. “I assure you I am ready. I find I tire of Midgardian hospitality, and if the only way to end it is via the axe, then for gods’ sake, let them swing it.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked, resting her chin on one hand.

“What?”

“The axe. To die. In short, are you suicidal?”

“Suicide is a coward’s way out,” he snapped.

“Maybe,” she still sounded unphased. “Or it’s a desperate man’s way out. When pain is so intense that living seems the lesser trial. You suggested earlier that I call you your majesty. You served as King of Asgard for a time, did you not?”

“I was the rightful King!”

“And how did that come about? Your father – excuse me, Odin, is still alive.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” she leaned back in her chair, raising her eyebrows.

“When one lives for thousands of years as we do, rather than the pitiful lifespan of your kind, and one exerts the amount of power that Odin wields, from time to time a rest is required. It is called the Odin Sleep. Pretentious, don’t you think? In any event, he had fallen into it. Thor was banished, and so I became King.”

“Thor was banished? Why?”

“For the good of Asgard! Had he been allowed to remain and to rule, it would have been nothing but genocide and war across the nine realms!”

“My goodness! How fortunate for all of us then that Odin saw that.”

“Odin,” Loki sneered, standing up and pacing despite his best intentions. “Odin was a fool,  blinded by a father’s fancy. He never saw Thor for what he was. No one did. They were all ready to give the realm up to him.”

“And yet, he was banished.”

“Ah, I see your game. It is not enough to convict me for my crimes here on Midgard. You want to tar me with my prior acts as well. Very well, I confess. I am not ashamed of it. Thor was a danger to the nine realms. No one else was going to stop him, so I took matters into my own hands. I allowed in a small group of Jotun soldiers to the vault. Not enough to steal anything, mind you. The destroyer was more than a match for them. Just enough to delay the ceremony and give my short tempered brother a match to light the flame of his temper. And what could be more predictable than that he went roaring in, hammer flying, to try and take on an entire race with nothing more than a mere handful of companions. We would be dead if I had not alerted the guard to his intent! But do I receive thanks for that? No. All I got from halting the ill thought assault on the Jotunheim was condemnation, betrayal, and pain.”

He had not meant to reveal so much. The memory still caused pain, in as much as he allowed himself to feel anything. He had saved them, all of them, only to be accused of jealousy and worse by those who were supposed to be his friends. He had needed so much at that time to feel that he was one of them. Loki had always struggled with the knowledge that he was an outsider, only allowed because he was Thor’s brother, held in the blond God’s affections like a beloved pet. With Thor gone and his own true parentage revealed, Loki had been more alone than ever. He longed for one of them, anyone, to reach out to him. Not that he had any delusion of taking Thor’s place in their group, he did not want to. But with his very identity spinning out of his control, any sign that he was part of a group, a welcome member of the band, would have helped him to keep his moorings.

“I am not trying to convict you of anything,” Dr. Thorpe said calmly. “I am simply trying to ascertain what led to your invasion. Surly it was not as simple as envying your brother’s throne.”

“I never wanted the throne!” Loki snapped, automatically. He didn’t know why, no one ever believed him. “No, I see your game. You want to lull me into a false sense of ease. To play the kind, friendly counterpoint to Fury’s righteous anger. You will not convict me, as you say, you will merely draw out confidences until I convict myself.”

“Then you think yourself guilty then?”

“Guilty of trying to improve the miserable lives of the pathetic inhabitants of this world, yes.”

“As long as we obeyed your commands.”

“Well, I am a God.”

“But you don’t want a throne.”

“It is not a matter of want. I was born to it. Told day after day, century after century that it was my destiny to rule.”

“Why was that do you think?” she asked him.

“All part of the AllFather’s glorious plans,” he laughed without humor. “He told both of his ‘sons’ they were meant to rule. He just didn’t tell us the rest of it. Thor was meant to rule over the splendor of Asgard, an adoring people supporting his every jingoistic impulse. Whereas I was destined for a different, colder fate. King of race of monsters who I was indoctrinated to despise. A race, might I add, that would not look with adoration at me despite my parentage, but rather revulsion that such a weak, stunted puppet as I was being forced upon them by the very colonizer who destroyed their home and stole me from my fated death. Oh yes, an equally wonderful destiny for us both.”

“It is true then? Odin stole you from a Jotun temple when you were a baby?”

“Abandoned by my other loving father. Yes. A happy tale, is it not?”

“Better than dying in the cold,” she suggested.

“Is it? The warm embrace of a family? A family where a common theme was the destruction of all the monster Jotuns? One of the first games my brother and I played was of the great battle in which King Thor would lead the mighty army of Asgard. Thor was always the King, even then. He would swoop in, legions behind him, and slay every last Frost Giant, that the evil, bestial race die out forever. And how did Odin react? By tousling his blond head and handing him Mjornir, the weapon with which to obtain his genocidal heart’s desire. Tell me, Dear Doctor, what such an upbringing would instill in a Jotun child. Do you think they would learn to love their people? To see the good in themselves? And when their true nature was revealed, what then?”

“It must have been terrifying.”

“I fear nothing.”

“No? You say your brother dreamed of killing all of the Jotuns. Tell me, Loki, when you found out what you were, did you fear – did you think he might include you in his plans?”

“I fail to see what this has to do with the invasion.”

“Forget the invasion for a moment. It must have crossed your mind. Just that day Thor had led you all to the Jotunheim to slay the Frost Giants. He tried to take on the entire race, wipe out their evil forever, as you said. All of that hate, all of that killing fervor, directed at a group that you were suddenly included in.”

Loki scoffed and looked away, but inside he was in turmoil. The fear had been almost crippling. He had been sorry at first that Thor had been banished. He had meant for his scheme to end in the coronation being delayed, had never thought that it would go as far as Odin casting his brother out of Asgard. He loved Thor, and while their relationship was not without conflict, he could not imagine his life without him.

And then the whisper of a thought had slid like a knife into his brain. His arm and hand had not burned but turned blue where the Frost Giant touched him. What did that mean? Quietly he had made his way into the vault, treading the long familiar halls until he stood before the nook containing the casket of endless winter. It was as if he could hear it singing to him, a song that spoke of sheer cliffs and sparkling snows, crisp days and chilling nights. Compelled, he had reached out and clutched the casket, and his world had ended.

When he felt Odin appear behind him, Loki had known a last glimmer of hope. Surely this was some Jotun trick. His father would deny it, would explain why this was happening to him and make everything alright. Instead, Odin had confirmed in stark, harsh words Loki’s worst fears. He was a monster. No wonder he had been shunned all his life. No wonder he was left to beg for scraps at Thor’s heels. He was the unwanted son of Asgard’s mortal enemy. One of the evil creatures Thor had sworn to eliminate from existence.

Thank the Norns that Thor was not there! He had been even more dismissive than usual of late, scorning Loki’s advice and belittling him in public these days as well as in private. Loki had hoped that it was merely the stress of the coronation, but what if it was more? What if Thor was beginning to sense that something was wrong with Loki? What if he was preparing himself for the moment when his hatred of the Frost Giants drove him to take the life of one who had been raised as his brother?

“Thor directs a killing fervor at whoever happens to be in his line of vision,” Loki tried for a bored flippancy. “Why should I have expected to be exempt?”

“Because you were his brother,” Dr. Thorpe suggested.

“Ah, but I am not.”

“Aren’t you?”

“If I was, do you think he would have so casually let me fall from the rainbow bridge? Oh, he made a token reach for me out of habit, as did Odin, but do you really think that if the combined might of Thor, God of Thunder, and Odin, AllFather tried to save me I would have fallen into the abyss?”

“Or not even Gods, as you call yourselves, are infallible.”

“Careful, little Doctor, you tread on heresy!”

“Hardly the first time,” she flashed a distracting smile despite his attempt to once more intimidate her, “I’m a diehard agnostic.”

Loki took a closer look at this woman who had been brought in to interrogate him. She was attractive, for a mortal. Bright, intelligent eyes, thick hair, conservatively dressed but not without a certain sense of style he could appreciate. More than that though, she seemed unintimidated by him. All of the other mortals he had come in contact with were obviously terrified of him. Whether they expressed it by hostile attempts at intimidation or shrinking visibly in his presence, he had easily read their fear in presence. This doctor though, she seemed completely unbothered to be locked in a room with a mass murderer. Absurdly, Loki was a bit offended by this. He had worked hard to come across as menacing in his takeover attempt. The least he deserved as a balm to his bruised ego was to see the Midgardians squirm when he growled.

A top on the glass sounded and Loki and the doctor both looked over to see a blond man of older years for a mortal glaring at them through the window. Ah, the alpha approach to fear. Puffing out his chest a bit, Loki broadened his shoulders and sneered at the man who’s name he refused to learn but who had barked at him before. Dr. Thorpe looked no less happy than he to see the bureaucrat, but after a brief grimace only Loki was allowed to see due to his position, she stood up and made her way to the door.

***

Caroline struggled to contain her irritation as she exited the glass cell, working to paste a serene look onto her over expressive face. She had lost count of the number of times her failure to hide her thoughts had gotten her into hot water with authorities at her various posts. It was her Achilles heel; no matter how much training she had in various methods of psychology, she had never mastered the blank stare that so many therapists affected.

“Secretary Pierce,” she greeted the man, trying for a friendly tone and not convincing herself. “What brings you down here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question,” the man did not look pleased.

“Sir? I was just debriefing the detainee, as ordered.”

And she had just begun to make progress! She knew, absolutely knew beyond a doubt that there was more going on with this Asgardian Prince than the world was aware of. Everything about his actions since arriving on Earth had been a jumble of contradictions. He was obviously brilliant but made errors that anyone could have foreseen. He demanded obeisance in grand statements about his Godliness, but Caroline would swear that she saw nothing but self-loathing in his eyes.

Why had he come here? It was obvious to her that he was running from something or towards, she was not yet sure, but her instincts told her it was vital to find out. To do that, she had to get him to trust her, at least a little, and she would not do that with glowering government dignitaries hovering over her shoulder.

“I did not order any such thing,” Pierce said, glaring at her. “The prisoner is dangerous. He is scheduled to be transferred to the Raft tomorrow, where he will be tried, condemned, and executed.”

“Director Fury gave the order, Sir,” she bit back the angry retort that the prisoner had yet to stand trial, and therefore his conviction, much less his death, was a bit premature.

“Fury’s gone soft,” one of the agents who always seemed to flank Pierce muttered.

“I dare you to say that to his face,” Caroline said sweetly. “Sir, if the prisoner is leaving us tomorrow anyway, and will not be around in any capacity much longer after that, then what harm could there be in talking to him? Maybe I will discover something that could be of use to us against future threats.”

“You really think you can get something out of him?”

As one, they all turned to where Loki was lounging indolently on his bench, a mocking gaze taking them all in as if he was holding them prisoner rather than the other way around.

Lord, he was attractive, a small voice remarked inconsequentially in her mind. Caroline tried not to blush as she turned back to the men who all towered over her. The last thing she needed was for Pierce and his goons to suspect she had a soft spot for the alien invader. She would never get near him again.

“I think that if I don’t, I will only have wasted my own time and his,” she replied. “Threats have not worked; he doesn’t fear us in the slightest. Why not let me try a different approach.”

“You have until the pick him up tomorrow,” Pierce agreed begrudgingly. “After that, the Asgardian’s time is up.”

Nodding and letting her smile slip away as she turned her back on the exiting men, she focused on the one sitting behind what she knew was impenetrable glass, wrists shackled together.

One day to decipher the mystery this man represented. She had her work cut out for her.

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Hard Contact (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​ @artemis-cr0ck​

Based of the idea by @dreamingindigital​ where Rick is undercover in a foreign prison as a prisoner and his point of contact being a medical personnel, basically where he gathers intel on the prisoners and reader on staff and they have to fake medical reasons so they can exchange information for reader to relay back to Waller

Warnings: Violence, Language, male nudity, prostate exam, blood, 

“Prisoner 24601 B, time for your medical clearance,” a British officer shouted through the bars, unlocking them and grabbing Rick’s, or as they know, Kaleb Shaw, arms as they escorted him to the medical facility where Rick’s contact is supposed to be.

“You bring me some fresh meat Roy?” A sharp feminine voice asked, causing Rick to look up, and there you were, his contact. That picture did not do her justice, he thought to himself as the guards unlocked the cuffs and undressed him in front of you. Snapping a glove to your hand, you added a slight bit of lubricant before walking over to him, admiring his sculpted muscles and tattoos as you let your eyes trail south slowly before a clearing of his throat snapped your attention back up to him.

“Bend him over,” you commanded as the guard bent over Rick harshly as your finger entered his rectum, “cough,” he coughed as you quickly pulled your hand away and threw away the gloves, leaving the guards to dress him before locking the restraints back on him.

“We’ll be outside,” one of the guards spoke as you nodded, moving over to your station and grabbing his chart.

“So, Mr. Shaw, what are you in for?” You asked, going over the very vague information that Waller had provided you.

“Murdering a Colonel,” he replied as you glanced at him, grabbing some vials and a tourniquet.

“Very specific, can you flex slightly,” you asked with a quirked eyebrow as you placed the rubber on his upper arm and poked at one of his veins, and there was plenty. Oh how you wanted to trace them with your finger.

“He was a special ops officer, America’s best,” you smirked slightly as you swapped the vials.

“Obviously not if he got killed by a guy like you,” you teased as he glared at you before lowering his voice.

“Alpha Whiskey told me you’d be annoying,” he whispered almost inaudibly and if it weren’t for you being close to him, you wouldn’t have heard him.

“Well Romeo Foxtrot, you’re stuck with me for the next few months,” you replied, taking off the tourniquet and placing a gauze on his arm as he applied pressure. Signaling for the guards, you gave him a small smile, “I’ll see you for your next round of Chemo.”

“Unfortunately.”

It’s been about a week since Rick showed up and you were no further along in your mission than you were before he arrived. Sighing, you looked over the papers one last time before hiding them and grabbing your coat, heading to the prison where you “worked”. You actually worked for MI6 and you’ve been sent to the prison to collect data on some of Britain's most notorious criminals, half of them not being locked up. Entering the facility, you nodded to the guards as you made a beeline for the common area, only stopping when you were in front of the coffee pot.

“Hey Dr.Sexy, wanna get a drink later?” One of said criminals asked as you looked at him with exasperation before nodding your head.

“Yeah, I could use one.” Smiling at your response, he started to walk away before turning back to you.

“8 o’clock at the pub down the road, don’t be late.”

“Oh I won’t be.”

--

The pub was crowded which made your goal of spiking his drink a little harder. You needed the information on his crime ring badly. Well, Waller needed it. Scanning the room, you noticed that no one was really paying attention to you, nor was your date, so you quickly poured in the small vial of truth serum into his beer just as his hand went to grab it.

“So what made you want to become a doctor,” he asked with lust in his eyes as he turned to look at you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Wanted to save lives initially, now half of the time I want to end them. Those scumbags don’t deserve to live,” you stated as you took a sip of your martini, waiting for the serum to take effect.

“Really, I saw the way you eyed that prisoner the other day. Thought you were about to jump him,” you laughed at the notion, clutching onto his bicep.

“Well, thankfully you were there to prevent me. I don’t wanna lose this job, as much as I hate it,” lying has always come naturally to you. Did as a kid and now as an adult. Lying was simply a part of your life

“This isn’t even my real job,” he admitted, not realizing what he was saying, “I’m just a henchman in a crime ring. How about we get out of here?”

“Sounds perfect,” you smirked as you led him to your car before knocking him out.

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The alarm on the cell buzzed as two guards escorted Rick out of his cell. “Where the fuck are you taking me?” He asked as he struggled against the guards, realistically being able to take the both of them out.

“Dr. Hayes said it was time for your round of chemo,” one of the guards commented before muttering pathetic underneath his breath.

“Fucking great.” Rick walked with the guards but his eyes immediately snapped to yours as soon as you entered the room.

“Place him on that bed over there,” instructing the guards, you went to the cooler and grabbed a bag of fluids, labeled Chemo for all intents and purposes. After placing him on the bed, the guards left the two of you alone, standing outside in case you needed them.

“What’s actually in the bag?” Rick asked as you placed the IV in his arms before attaching it to the bag of clear liquid.

“Just saline, how’ve you been feeling?”

“Like shit. Two of the prisoners seem to have favor with the guards and other inmates. Some say they’re long lost twins, others just say one is a doppelganger. Either way, the guards surround those two like hawks,” he mentioned as you nodded, pretending to write his vitals as you copied down his information.

“I think those prisoners are a target. The big boss wants them to join his little group. About a third of the guards are actually henchmen to our HVT. I had a nice little chat with one of them last night,” a brief look of malice crossed through your eyes, not going unnoticed by Rick.

“Where is he now?” He asked, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer.

“Your mission and my mission objectives may align, but how we go about them is completely different. Target was eliminated and won’t be missed,” brushing a piece of hair out of your face, he noted the way your jaw clenched at the thought of your victim.

“He hurt you or something?” Looking over to the man on the bed, your eyes bore into his hazel ones as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, more of sexual assault in the work place, and I have to keep up the act so I couldn’t punch him or anything. But I made sure he paid for it,” anger traveled through Rick’s veins as he looked you over more closely, the slightest bruise placed behind your jugular and mostly out of sight.

“Well, I probably would’ve killed him too,” his deep southern accent stated as you lightly smiled.

“So, what is it like working with Whiskey?”

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“Evening Agent (Y/L/N), I trust you are taking care of my asset?” Waller’s monotonous voice resonated through the receiver of the phone as your thoughts quickly raced to the handsome colonel.

“As best as I can. I’m only allowed to see him once a week for his chemo, but it’s enough to get the information,” you commented, opening his file that she provided you as your fingers traced his photo, “damn shame you guys are in America. MI6 could use someone like him.”

“He’s not for sale, Agent. What do you have?”

“Two prisoners. Bunch of shitty guards. And a name. Connor Turner. Approximately 43, white male. Guards are all over the prison. Standard blond hair and blue eyes. Foxtrot identified the targets as 32 year old Erik Kennedy and 31 year old Clark Morgan, both look like each other. Foxtrot believes that one of them was implanted into the prison by Turner as a means of getting close to the other. We aren’t sure of who is the actual target and who is a decoy.”

“You two got more than I expected for three weeks. Maybe I could steal you from MI6,” you could detect a slight tease in her voice as you pondered the possibility.

“Sorry Whiskey, this agent isn’t for sale,” you replied as you smirked, almost positive you could hear a slight snort on her end.

“You might be surprised, Agent, I am very influential.”

“So I’ve heard.”

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That night you dreamed of him. You have only had four meetings with the guy, most of the conversation being more shop than pleasure, but here you were dreaming of walking through a house and into a kitchen where he was cooking. Waking up suddenly, you glanced at the clock and noticed it was early in the morning. Groaning, you ran a hand through your hair as you left your bed and went to make some coffee. The process being interrupted by a shrill ringing that echoed through your empty apartment. Grabbing the phone, you put it up to your ear before speaking.

“Do you know what hour it is?”

“I’m sorry Dr. Hayes. We need you at the prison and you’re on call. Prisoner 24601 B and 24343 A were involved in a fight. Things are pretty nasty for 24601,” your eyes widened at the mention of Rick’s number.

“I’ll be right in,” hanging up the phone, you quickly got ready and rushed out the door to your car. Pulling up to the prison, you parked as near as you could before jogging inside and to the medical facility only to see Rick sitting there, beaten and bruised. Quickly collecting yourself, you pushed past the guards and entered the room, grabbing supplies that you may need.

“The fuck happened to you?” You asked softly, wiping away some of the blood as Rick winced, groaning in pain.

“Morgan. Morgan is our person,” he mumbled, spitting the blood from his mouth onto the floor.

“Didn’t answer my question,” you replied, handing him an ice pack and grabbing a suture kit as you made quick work on his face, making sure your sutures were as neat as possible to not leave a nasty looking scar.

“I was in the right place at the right time, except they don’t see it like that. I was using the bathroom before I overheard them talking about our HVT. When they saw me, Kennedy started tossing me around,” if it weren’t for the situation, you would have laughed. How could a skinny man like Kennedy throw around a guy like Rick? “...he’s way stronger than he looks. Like way stronger,” he groaned again as he slightly moved his shoulder. Walking away from him, you scanned through your folders until you found Kennedy’s prison number. Pulling out the file, you scanned over the notes of the other doctor til you found what you needed.

“He’s a fucking meta-human,” you stated, shutting the file and quickly placing it in your purse as you also grabbed Morgan’s file.

“Makes sense, even in England I can’t get away from that fucking task force,” he scoffed as you went back over to him, handing him a piece of leather to bite down on as you fixed his shoulder. Popping it back into place, you put a sling around his arm before looking down at him, one eye swollen shut with a ray of colorful splotches.

“Why do it?”

“Forced to. Whiskey doesn’t make it easy to quit. She has leverage in everything. Probably has found leverage for you too. Family, friends, lover, anything that can be used against you and she’ll use it,” he admitted as your thoughts immediately went to your grandma who was the only remaining family you had.

“Who does she have?”

“She had my girlfriend who was a witch. We broke up shortly after that whole fiasco in Midway City. Now I just do it because I’m a liability to her and her whole operation.”

“I’m sorry, Flag. I really am,” you whispered gently as his breathing hitched in his throat, loving the way you said his name. Straightening your posture, you gave him a small smile, “...I’ll get this information back to Whiskey and then you’ll be out of here in no time.”

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You wished you could’ve been there to see him go. Two weeks after the fight with Kennedy, Waller had pulled him out of position as your agency pulled you out of yours and back to London. After MI6 and ARGUS located and captured Turner, a month later you were assigned a new case. A case in the states. Louisiana of all states.

“Can’t believe they’re sending me to a fucking swamp,” you uttered underneath your breath as you packed your luggage quickly before moving towards your grandma and kissing her on the cheek, “I’ll be home before you know it gramgram.”

“Don’t come home til you got an American boy. I hear they’re cute over there,” she exclaimed as you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Gramgram, that’s not a priority. I have work.”

“You work too much, my dear. You’re still young enough to get married and have kids. Find yourself a husband, get laid,” she started before you cut her off.

“Okay, grandma. Okay. I’ll see what I can do,” you replied, thinking of a certain American. If he was what they looked like over there then you shouldn’t have a problem. You know he’s what you want, you want Colonel Flag. You cursed at yourself for still thinking about a man you had known for a month tops, but maybe, and foolishly you thought, maybe he liked you back. You pretended to not notice the way his eyes would trail down your body or would linger too long on your visible cleavage as you placed an IV on him. Or the way his eyes would brighten up at the sight of you, or the way his hand would graze yours as you worked on him.

Maybe. Just maybe.

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As you exited the airplane, you felt the southern humidity surround you as the air clinged to your skin. In front of you stood none other than Amanda Waller herself who held a manilla folder behind her back.

“Welcome to Belle Reve, Agent (Y/L/N). I have your folder here. Read it and weep. You’re gonna love this,” she commented sarcastically as she walked while you tried to keep up with her pace. Opening the door to the prison, she led you through the many halls before stopping in front of a heavily guarded room. Nodding to the guard, she waited as the guard entered the code and opened the door for you and her. Walking in after her, you glanced around the room of criminals. Harley Quinn and Deadshot being among the many you recognized.

“You brought us a new commander Waller? Captain America quit or something?” Deadshot asked as Harley wiggled her brows at you.

“Captain America is still your commander. This is Agent (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) from MI6, she’ll be your second in command for this mission.”

“MI6? Like the boujee CIA?” Harley asked but was interrupted by the door opening and a voice that you recognized.

“Why the fuck did you assign me a second-in-command Waller? You know I can handle them by myself. When is she even supposed to get here?” Rick asked as Waller turned around, you froze in your spot.

“She’s next to me. Colonel Flag, meet Agent (Y/L/N),” you slowly turned around and faced the man you had been dreaming about for weeks now, “I believe you two have already met.”

“Hey foxtrot,” you greeted, trying to hide the blush that was spreading across your face. You knew he was hot naked and in scrubs. But in military gear was a whole new ball park.

“Dr. Hayes,” he nodded at you before glaring back at Waller, not bothering to spare you another glance as your heart sunk. Fucking knew he didn’t like me back, the voice inside of your head nagged as you waited for Waller and Flag to finish talking.

“Colonel Flag, why don’t you show Agent (Y/L/N) to her office,” Waller suggested, noting the sadness in your eyes as he remained stoic.

“Of course, right this way,” he motioned for you to go through the door before shooting a glare back at Waller.

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The walk to your office was silent. The tension slowly built the longer the walk lasted. Neither of you are speaking a word to each other.

He’ll never like you back.

You were just a contact, nothing more, nothing less. He cleared his throat as he stopped walking and stood in front of a glass door.

“This will be your office for the time being, mine is right next to yours,” he commented as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you and following you inside. The minute the door shut, his hands were on your hips as he spun you around, planting a kiss on your lips as you went into shock. When he noticed you weren’t kissing him back, he pulled away and looked at you with concern and regret.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I must’ve read you wrong,” he mumbled, walking backwards to your desk as he leaned against it, running a hand through your hair. You remained silent as you tried to take in what just happened. “I’ll just leave. Let me know if you need anything,” he stated dryly as he made his way to your door and before you knew it, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, halting his walking.

“Rick, wait.”

“I’m sorry I tried to kiss you. I thought we had a thing back in England and I’m sorry I was wrong,” he remarked, avoiding your piercing gaze.

“We did have a thing. I just thought you didn’t like me back,” you admitted with a small laugh as he turned his head to look at you. He stalked over to you as you backed up, his body trapping yours against an empty bookshelf.

“Good. Can I try again?” Nodding your head, your eyes fluttered shut as his lips moved against yours gently, your hands tangling in his hair as his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Both of you continued kissing in bliss unaware of a certain pair of eyes watching the interaction.

“Bingo, got you,” Waller smirked to herself as she watched the two of you kiss from her camera placed in the room, “you’ll be mine Agent (Y/L/N). You will be mine.”

Author's Note: DAMN ok that was way longer than I thought it would be but I really hope you enjoyed! 

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Interrogation // Bang Chan

🍄 | genre: smut  ☁️ | pairing: Bang Chan x female!reader ��� | wc: 2.0k 🌸 | includes: kinda hard dom!chan, sub!reader, detective/suspect roleplay, spitting?, degradation/praise, handcuffs, oral (f!receiving), spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, hanjob/oral (m!receiving), cum swallowing, lil aftercare, wholesome end :)

☀️ | synopsis: You’ve been thrown in the slammer for robbing a casino, and the detective needs a testimony from you, but you won’t fess up. Guess he’ll have to get it out of you the best way he can... well, not really. This was your boyfriend’s idea to roleplay this, but he looks so hot in the detective outfit that you couldn’t turn down his cute little pout :(

🌊 | collaboration: this is part of the Summer Time Love collaboration hosted by @milkym00n​ ! here’s the full masterlist to every other work in the collab! go support the other authors that took place in this please. they’re all super talented! thank you!

“Where’d you hide the money?!” Chris slammed his fist down on the table, standing up across from you. Your wrists were handcuffed behind the uncomfortable wooden chair you sat in. You kept shaking your head, refusing to fess up. “Tell me where the money is!”

“I’ll never tell you where the money is, pig!” You hock up a loogie and spit right in his face, never wavering your façade. He wipes the spit off of his face, rubbing his wet hand against his button-up shirt. 

“You better tell me where you’re hiding the damn money, bitch.”

“Make me.” You smirk up at Chris, lightly giggling as he catches on so you can finally get to the good part. 

This whole interrogation scene was Chris’s idea, not yours. He practically begged you to roleplay with him just this once with an admittedly cliché idea. You couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes, though. They always melted your heart. Now that the scene started, you were pleasantly surprised how good of an actor your boyfriend, or in this case, your prosecutor, is. Not to mention how hot he looked in this black button-up dress shirt, tight black dress pants, a leather belt, a slim black tie, and some shoes that you honestly didn’t care about. He looked like an absolute gentleman, although it was too bad that he wasn’t going to be fully dressed for too long.

“Oh, make you?” Chris raised his voice, walking around the table to be next to you. He looked down at you, unable to move from your seat, legs spread with a pleated skirt covering your upper thighs. “And how would I go about making you talk, pretty girl?”

“Maybe but your loud mouth to good use, hm?” You spread your legs more causing Chris’s eyes to drift downward to where you needed him most. He smiles, getting onto his knees after twisting your chair from under the table so he didn’t have to bonk his head. “Good boy~”

“You’ll regret talking down to me, princess.” Chris slides his rough hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and pulling them down your legs. Your skirt still covers your crotch, Chris’s hands resting on your knees while he looks up at you. “Gonna talk yet?”

“Don’t know, have you make me cum yet?” You roll your hips against the chair, biting your lip as he stares at your cunt, pushing your skirt back up your body to finally reveal your pussy. He licks his lips, eager to dive in. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the chair, wrapping his arms around your thighs before finally bringing his tongue in contact with your cunt. The whine you let out is painfully lewd, but Chris eats it up.

“You taste really sweet for being such a sour bitch, you know?” Chris laughs at his own home as his tongue flutters through your folds. You ride your hips against his face, feeling his mouth explore your aching pussy. An arm of his comes off your thigh and goes to your cunt, his fingers pressing against your entrance as he sucks at your clit. “You want me to finger you, little girl?”

“P-please finger me.” You forget about the whole roleplay for a second, desperate to feel Chris stretch you out with his fingers.

“Then where’d you hide the money, baby?” Chris hums against your clit, his fingers still teasingly circling the rim of your pussy. “Only good girls get to cum on daddy’s fingers.”

Despite the countless times Chris has made you cum with nothing but his fingers, you still have the audacity to say “I d-doubt your pathetic fucking fingers could get me even close to c-cumming.” If you’re stutters didn’t make it obvious enough, the shaking of your legs gave Chris a clear signal that your words were nothing but empty. Still, he wanted to see you sob from how good he makes you feel.

Accepting your challenge, Chris dives two fingers into your dripping cunt, already making you moan like a bitch in heat. His expert fingers curl into your sweet spot while they trust in an out of you, his lips still wrapped around your sensitive clit. His other hand slaps your thigh, making you yelp in shock, not that you didn’t like it.

“You want to know where I hid the cash, pretty boy?” Chris lightly bites your clit for a second to make you whine after your sentence. If your hands were free, they would have been combing through his hair by now. Unfortunately, all you can do is curl your toes and tighten your hands into fists. “Make me cum and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Chris’s eyes are focused like you’ve never seen them before, and finally looking down at his lustful faces makes you whimper. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as the movements of his fingers quicken, increasing in intensity. He truly knew your cunt like no other partner you’ve ever had in the past, and because of that, he always knew when you were close without you even saying a word.

“Cum on my face, princess. Give daddy what he wants.” Even in roleplay, Chris can’t help but call himself ‘daddy’ at every chance he gets. You bucks your hips into his face, your legs going limp as you cream on his fingers, whining his name loudly as you cum for him just like he asked. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to ride you through this orgasm while your hips roll against his face. “Good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

You catch your breath as Chris stands up, scanning your face for any sign that you’ll crack and tell him what he needs. A smirk returns to your face as you close your legs and look up at him. “The money’s in the back of my car under the seat. It’s long gone by now, though.”

“Long gone? Where?”

“If my boys did what I told them to, my car’s five towns over as we speak, and they aren’t stopping anytime soon.” You wiggle in your seat, a weak attempt to escape your restraints. “If you know what’s good for ya, you’d let me out of these cuffs. I know you want to fuck me properly now, don’t ya?” 

Chris hesitates, walking around your chair to put his hands on your shoulders from behind you. “Your boys, huh?” Realizing what he was calling back to, you fear that you’ve unleashed Chris’s jealous side, something you haven’t seen since he made you see stars in a dressing room. “How many boys play with this pretty pussy?”

“That’s none of your business, pig. Now let me go.” 

“I don’t think I will, slut.” He lifts you out of your chair from under your arms, tossing you onto the table, your ass in the air as you’re bent over. “You’re gonna know what a real cock feels like tonight, little girl.” 

You hear his pants unbuckle from behind you, your legs spreading just enough for your cunt to be on full display for Chris. You can’t see, but Chris is throbbing at the sight of you ready to be ruined. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness before making any attempt to slip into your hole. 

“Dumb whore thought she could get away with this crime without any punishment, huh?” Chris laid his hand down on your ass in a spank, leaving your ass stinging after the hit. He grabbed the skin he’d just slapped before plunging his cock into you, making you feel full within seconds. The way his length stretched you out made your eyes shut tight, the pleasure pulsing through your body without giving you the chance to think or breath. “You’re so much better with my cock stuffed in you, huh?”

“Such a big cock, but you don’t know what to do with it, do ya?” You attempt to laugh at Chris, but his hand lays another swift spank across your ass. His dick is pulsing inside you, hard as a rock as it twitches against your walls. You’re purposefully tightening around him, teasing him with every flex of your lower muscles. “I bet you’re gonna cum within seconds, big boy.”

“Stupid fucking slut doesn’t know when to shut up.” He leans forward and grabs your hair wit his fist, pulling your head back without lifting your torso off the table. He starts thrusting into you, his pace rough and deep right from the jump. The way his cock hits so deep inside you is nothing you haven’t felt before, but it’s so jarring that it can’t help but feel like a new experience every time. Drool seeps out of the side of your mouth and onto your chin as Chris easily fucks you dumb.

Chris’ other hand holds your hips tight enough to bruise, keeping you still against the table as it shakes under you. Your cunt feels so tight around him, he feels almost light headed from the pressure around his fat cock. His tip hits your cervix, your pussy aching for release sooner than expected. He knows your body too well to roleplay like this.

“You feel so good, sweetheart... I mean, bitch.” Nice one, Chris. His grip on your hair fluctuates between painfully aggressive and light as a feather. As much as he wants to cum inside you, he fights the urge to release suddenly and holds out just to prove you wrong. As much as he knows he isn’t a minute man, he doesn’t want this roleplay to turn into shaming him for cumming too soon.

Your eyes roll back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again, every stroke slamming into you better than before. The sounds echoing through the room can only be described as lewd, loud skin slapping and wet noises filling the air. The only thing more lewd than the bodily sounds are you and Chris moaning for each other, both still painfully holding onto your characters for the roleplay until it becomes too much.

“W-wanna cum...”

“What was that, baby? Say it louder.”

“I’m about to cum.”

“Louder, bitch.”

“Channie!~” Breaking character, you whine his favorite nickname loudly as you cum around his cock, the walls of your pussy tightening around him one last time before your creamy release covers his cock. You feel your wetness drip down your thighs as he continues pounding your cunt to chase his own high. “Chris- Chris-“

“Shhh, I’m almost there, angel.” The hand that was once in your hair is now petting your cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the heat radiating from your flushed face. “Knees, now.”

“Huh?”

“Get on your fucking knees, Y/n.”

He leans off of you, allowing you to stand up with weak legs and quickly (but purposefully) fall to your knees in front of his cock. Chris’ hand jerks himself rapidly, his red tip oozing precum right before his orgasm. You stick your tongue out and look up at him, Chris biting his lip and squinting his eyes shut as he pumps his cock with a tight fist.

You hold his wrist still at the base of his cock, Chris’s eyes immediately flying open to watch you take him into your mouth, sucking his tip just enough to make him groan and cum down your throat. Your tongue is covered in his white release as he pulls out of your mouth, the sensitivity being too much for him. He stares down at you as you swallow his load, licking your lips to secure every drop.

“You’re a really sexy criminal, you know?” He chuckles, pulling you up into his arms and pecking you on the lips as he takes the handcuffs off of you. “So, where’s the money, darling?”

“I’ll pay for takeout, how about that?” You both laugh as you take his hands and push him onto the bed to cuddle with him, soon getting up to pee and coming right back. “You want pizza?”

���Pizza would be great, but can we wait a minute before ordering? You just ate...”

“What do you m- ... Oh my god, Chris.” You shove his lightly before pulling him right back to you, his joke absolutely tickling him pink. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

“It’s fine, I ate too.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“Love you too!” <3

#skz smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut #bang Chan smut #Christopher Bang smut #Chan smut

[storiesofsvu]

Officer

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut.

To say that Sonny was spending his Sunday night doing what he’d hoped would be a world of an understatement. Stuck out on the highway between Staten Island and Manhattan with Dodds posing as street cops taking breathalyzer’s in attempt to get DNA samples from uncooperative suspects. Originally he was supposed to be out on the town with you, celebrating the fact that you’d finally moved in together, hitting a new milestone in your relationship. Instead, he was stuck out in the rain and you were curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine and a Criminal Minds marathon. Sonny playfully teased you over your obsession with the show, laughing whenever there were technical errors in the way characters handled things, but he put up with it because it meant endless hours snuggled on the couch with you.

You heard noise from the hallway halfway through an episode, the sound of keys jingling before they clinked in the lock, the door swinging open. Sonny smirked at the sight inside the apartment, leftover take out on the kitchen island, half empty bottle of wine, and your favourite crime show on the tv.

“Ya gotta be kiddin’ me, I’ve seen this one like three times.”

“It’s my comfort show.” You shot back, pushing yourself up to sitting but eyes still trained on the screen as you took a swig of wine. Sonny laughed, tossing his hat onto the island.

“You find comfort in serial killers and heinous crimes?”

“Makes it easier to understand you babbling about wor—“ You’d finally turned around, arm resting on the back of the couch, and the sight of Sonny in his blues made you lose every train of thought you had. He’d left the house in his regular suit that morning, and it was safe to say you had a thing for a man in uniform, you could already feel the desire pooling within you. Sonny noticed the shift in the air as your eyes drank in his form, your throat bobbing as you gulped. Smirk on his lips he moved closer to the couch, hands clasping around the buckle of his belt.

“Seems like there was a noise complaint called in for this apartment.”

“Oh?” You cocked a brow.

“Ya..” He curled a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to his lust blown eyes, “But you’re a pretty little thing, can think of a few ways for ya ta get outta it…”

“I’ll do anything officer..” You purred.

“Good girl.” Sonny stepped back, nodding his head at you, “Get ova’ here.” You scrambled off the couch, moving around it quickly until you were in front of him, awaiting your next instruction. Sonny’s hand stroked down the side of your face, chuckling at the involuntary shiver you let out.

Curling his finger under your chin again he stepped in, ducking his head to yours, lips colliding against yours. He was soft, gentle at first, moving with ease, a small groan escape your lips at the feel of him against you. As his tongue slipped into your mouth the kiss became more possessive, wild, carnal with desire, he rolled his hips against you and you could feel his cock already hard against the confines of his pants. You slid a hand down his torso, cupping him through the fabric, his hips rutted into your hand, a grunt breaking free of his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Think ya should get on your knees and open your mouth for me doll.”

“Yes sir.” You murmured, dropping down to your knees in front of him as he unclipped the belt. Your hands swiftly pulled down the zipper, opening his pants enough to free his cock from his briefs.

“Ah.” He swatted your hand away, giving himself a few slow strokes, “No hands. And I don’t wanna hafta cuff ya.” He definitely noticed the way your eyes widened with desire at the thought of being restrained, tucking that idea away for later, there was no way he would let it go to waste.

Opening your mouth for him, you sat high on your knees, giving him a soft nod to indicate you were ready. Sonny slapped his cock against your tongue before pushing into your mouth, you eagerly wrapped your lips around it, moaning at the salty taste of him. You bobbed a few times slowly, trailing your tongue around his dick before you let it pop out of your mouth. Laying a trail of kisses on the underside led your mouth to his balls, wrapping your lips around one, sucking it into your mouth before moving to the other one. A broad lick to the underside of his length, swirling around the tip, spreading the pre-cum before you plunged him back into your mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him, the vibrations pulling a strained groan from Sonny,

“Fuck…just like that sweetheart.”

You held him as deep as you could, hollowing your cheeks. Sonny’s hand gently pushed on the back of your head, knowing you could take him just a little bit further. You gagged slightly, whimpering over feeling entirely full, tongue massaging around his cock. You pulled off in a gasp of air, your hand coming up to pump him a few times while you caught your breath. It moved back down to play with his balls as you sucked your lips around him, pumping him into your mouth a few more times. When your lips retreated to the tip Sonny tugged at your arms, pulling you off his dick and up to standing.

“Ya really are good at that…” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he backed you down the hall to the bedroom, hands tugging at your clothing the entire time. By the time you hit the bed, you were naked, tossed against the pillows. “Hands above your head.” You cocked a brow in confusion, but obeyed anyways, eyes widening when he pulled the handcuffs off his belt, smirking down at you as he linked them around a bar in the headboard, “I said no hands…ya didn’t listen…”

You breath hitched as he swiftly moved your wrists into the cold metal, making sure not to tighten them as much as he usually would. He stalked down to the foot of the bed, eyes raking over you, how fucking gorgeous you looked tied to the bed, spread out, ready and waiting for him to use as he stripped off his uniform, kicking his briefs off.

“Sonny…” You whined, tugging against the cuffs as he trailed a finger up the inside of your leg, encouraging you to spread them.

“Be good for me and I’ll un-cuff you.” He knelt on the bed, settling himself between your legs, fingers delving into your lower lips, chuckling darkly, “Ya this wet off just suckin’ me off?” You nodded furiously in response, “Like suckin’ my cock that much huh?” When you didn’t answer he pulled his hand away, “Didn’t I just tell ya to behave doll?”

“Yes…yes I love sucking your cock.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, returning to your pulsing pussy, plunging two fingers in with ease. You moaned heavily at the sensation, screwing your eyes shut as he began to fuck you with his hand.

Sonny loved watching his fingers disappear into your dripping cunt, the way your juices leaked out onto the bed, how easily you took him as he stretched you out, making sure you were ready for his cock. As he felt your walls start to flutter around his fingers his other hand moved to your clit, rolling it in heavy circles while he increased the pace of his other hand. You strained against the cuffs, wishing you could touch him, hips shooting off the bed as you came.

“Fuuuck…” The strangled cry echoed through the room, louder than Sonny had expected. He chuckled, pulling his fingers from your cunt, tracing them across your open lips. You quickly sucked them into your mouth, tongue lapping at the taste of yourself until it was all gone. Sonny leaned in to kiss you, groaning at the taste of your pussy on your tongue, he loved being able to taste pussy in your mouth, often wondering what it would be like to taste someone else’s pussy on your tongue.

He sat up on his haunches, grasping his cock in his hand, giving him a few strokes before teasing the tip through your folds, you whined out, begging for him. You lifted your hips and he took that as the consent he needed, slowly plunging into you, a mutual groan echoed off the walls as he buried to the hilt, your warmth completely encasing him. He waited for a moment, the sensation almost too much after fucking your face, then pulled out nearly all the way before plunging back in. Sonny tugged at your ankles, resting them on his shoulders as his hips started a deep rhythm against your body. You whined out at the feeling of his cock dragging across your walls, the way his teeth nipped at your calf, but it wasn’t enough.

“Harder…please…” You begged out, voice strained, a heavy whine leaving your lips as Sonny pulled out completely. You shrieked in surprise when he grabbed your hips, flipping you over, limiting the movement of your arms even more.

Sonny wasted no time, cock plunging into yours fast and hard, just like you’d asked, no…begged…for. His hips met your ass hard enough for you to be shoved up even closer to the headboard. The sounds of skin on skin slapping vibrated through the room, surrounded by increasingly louder moans and gasps from both of you. A string of swears littered across the room, your hands clenched against the cuffs, a near sob coming from your lips when you felt Sonny’s fingers returning to your clit. He rubbed hard and fast, his other hand gripped against your hip so tightly you knew you’d be feeling it tomorrow. He could feel your walls pulsating around him, tightening with each pass of your gspot, your whines coming out quicker, more overlapped, your face scrunched in pleasure. His hips started stuttering, your pussy nearly about to milk him for everything it could, he increased the pressure on your clit, resulting in your hips flying back to meet his vigorously.

“Be a good girl an’ come for me.” He managed out in huffs. The praise was all it took, your cunt clamping down around him so tightly he let out a string of swears in Italian. He felt a gush of your juices, noticing the way some of it dribbled onto to the bedspread between your trembling thighs. You felt so much pleasure you could swear you saw stars, body shaking against the bed. It only took a few more staggered pumps for Sonny to finish, spilling inside of you, cum mingling with yours at the sticky point where you were attached.

He collapsed over your body, cock slowly softening inside you as he peppered gentle kisses across your back. His hand reached up, freeing you from the cuffs before tossing them to the bedside table. After a few heavy breaths he softly pulled out, rolling onto his back beside you, wrapping an arm around you. You hummed as you curled around him, settling into his chest as he kicked up the blankets around you, when his lips gently hit your head you couldn’t help the smile on your lips, kissing his chest.

“Sorry ‘bout missin’ our date.” He muttered. You giggled lightly, lifting your head to see his face.

“Think it turned out pretty good..” He chuckled, pecking your lips softly.

“Take it I should wear my uniform more often.”

“Most definitely…officer..” He smirked at the gleam in your eye, kissing you again before you snuggled back against him, letting out a happy sigh knowing that Sonny was permanently by your side now.

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Birthday Boy |Woosanhwajoong

July tenth was a special day in the house. Why? Well it was quite obvious. After all, it was Choi San's birthday and his boyfriends would make sure you didn't forget it.

Seonghwa had made sure every inch of their penthouse was decorated for his boyfriend. He hired a caterer to make all of San's favourite foods, a tailor so San could wear the best outfit for his special day and invited everyone he knew to throw the most amazing party possible. As the best event planner around, he would make sure everything was perfect for his baby.

"You're wasting your time, Hwa." Said Wooyoung, coming behind his partner and wrapping his arms around his waist. "You know he'll love my gift ten times more."

Regardless of how competitive he sounded, Wooyoung still received a kiss on the cheek from Seonghwa. "It's not a competition," he said, scolding tone earning nothing but an eye roll from the younger. "What are you getting him? A private room in your club?"

"Even better," a smirk formed on his mouth, licking his top lip with tangible lust. "I'm going to fuck our baby boy until he can't stand. I've already got the cuffs ready."

Seonghwa grimaced at how vulgar he sounded but didn't get to comment before another voice entered the room. "Not without me you won't," Hongjoong remarked, skipping down the stairs to meet the pair.

"Honestly you two. This is the day to treat Sannie like the prince he is. Not wreck him into the next dimension."

"Why can't we do both?" Hongjoong pouted. The scowl Seonghwa gave only made him chuckle as he stood on his tiptoes to kiss his forehead. "I hardly get any time out of the office. If I'm gonna be out, I might as well spend it by giving our baby the best treatment I can."

Wooyoung nodded in approval, sharing a mischievous look with his older boyfriend. "Keep in your pants for two minutes, will you!" The eldest groaned. "That's probably the last thing he wants. Please tell me you're joking."

"Of course we are, Hwa! Relax." Seonghwa glared at the blonde. Yet Wooyoung scampered off and towards the stairs, completely unbothered by his critical glower. He knew how much effort he put into this party and good for him. But Wooyoung had his own plans in mind for their baby boy.

Ignoring Hongjoong's warning not to wake their other partner up, Wooyoung raced to his bedroom. Slowly, the door to San's room creaked open, the boy himself wrapped in his silk sheets, fast asleep. He looked ethereal laying there, the bright sun washing over his beautiful body, highlighting each of his sharp features.

His peaceful snores sounded so cute, it would be a crime to wake him up but it would also be a waste to leave him be. Wooyoung was tactful with the way he approached him, opposed to the obnoxious way he would leap onto his partner. San squirmed as he felt a finger boop his nose, a light whine escaping him that made Woo chuckle.

"Sannie, babe. It's time to get up."

"Don't wanna..." The older male murmured, pulling the sheet over his face. A smile cracked on Wooyoung's face. He was just so adorable.

"But Sannie, it's your birthday today," Yet another whine came from him. "And the hyung's made you breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, cookies, everything." That was what finally garnered his attention. He peeked his head out from under his blanket, the grin on his lips being extremely evident. "There's a good boy. Come on love, I'll carry you."

Hoisting San onto his back, Wooyoung made sure to keep a good grip on him as they went back downstairs. He had enough foresight to avoid the living room since he knew that was where Seonghwa had set up for his party. Not only did he want it to remain a surprise but he wanted to keep his head at all costs so he steered clear of that area as if it were the plague.

San's eyes widened with delight at the fabulous display in front of him. The seat at the head of the table was free, decorated with a pretty purple bow and his name. Everything Wooyoung mentioned was there and more. "Happy birthday, San!" Exclaimed Seonghwa.

The birthday boy received kisses from each of his boyfriends. A sweet, slow one from Hongjoong, slightly rougher one from Seonghwa, resulting in his hips being grabbed then a full-blown make-out session from Wooyoung, the most shameless by far.

Regardless of how much air San had to gasp for, it didn't stop him from beaming brightly. "This is so good!" He said the moment he took a bite of his pancakes. Seonghwa smiled to himself, happy that he enjoyed them.

"So Sannie, what do you want for your birthday?"

San jutted his lip out, tilting his head to the side and humming. "Well...I'm not really sure how I should say it."

"No need!" Hongjoong shouted suddenly. He was already dressed and ready for the day, Gucci bag in hand and his sunglasses rested atop of his brown hair. His smile was one that made Wooyoung and Seonghwa eye him curiously. What could he have planned? "Get dressed Sannie, you and I are going out today."

The male in question was surprised but didn't hesitate to leap from his seat and rush back to his bedroom to get ready.

"That's not fair!" Whined Wooyoung. "I was gonna take him out first!"

"You were going to make him stay at your club all day. We all know you spend more time there than with us."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and began to clean up the empty plates. "Says the CEO who comes home once a week..."

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San always loved spending time with Hongjoong, especially since it was something he didn't get to do often. His boyfriend was always working and if he wasn't busy at the office he was busy at home. It was a mutual feeling amongst all of them that Hongjoong was away too often. So he was glad he was making time for him on his birthday.

Hongjoong was willing to buy him whatever it was he desired. Shoes, clothes, toys, anything. Even the things San swore he didn't need, Hongjoong didn't care. He was going to make sure his Sannie was spoiled today.

They entered a clothing shop and Hongjoong told San, "Choose whatever you like, I'll buy you anything, kitten." The nickname made him blush. He loved it when Hongjoong called him that and it had been a while since he had heard it. Smiling, he hopped off to one of the racks, shifting through to see his options.

There wasn't much he liked but towards the end, a pair of shorts caught his attention. He told Hongjoong to wait by his dressing room so that he could model them for him.

The shorts were small, very small and even if San didn't have the biggest ass in the world, these trousers worked wonders for his frame. They hugged his waist in all the right ways, showing off his curves to the world and the thought of what Hongjoong might do when he saw him in this excited him.

Just as instructed, Hongjoong waited in a chair outside of the dressing room, awaiting whatever it was San had to show him. He read through a magazine to keep himself occupied but it was swiftly tossed to the side when he felt a presence make their way onto his lap.

The brunette raised his brow, eyeing the interesting fit San had on. It left nothing to the imagination, that's for sure. "Well? Do I look nice?" Asked San with a sweet smile, though he was hoping for a less than gentle reaction.

Hongjoong bit his bottom lip, nodding. "Very nice. Gonna wear this for us when we get home, kitten?"

"Do you want me to? Sir?" He put special emphasis on the title while adjusting himself on Hongjoong's lap. The way his movements were eyed so curiously made him smirk. "You're awfully quiet..." San knew exactly what he was doing and he hoped Hongjoong would play along.

"I'm just wondering how much this cost. Doesn't matter. Toss them in the cart, let's get going." A few pats to his thighs later and San had been kicked off of Hongjoong's lap. He stood there, mouth wide open and confused. Usually, Joong would jump at the opportunity to have sex with him. Why would he avoid it today of all times?

An hour in and they nearly had a full cart of gifts. Even though San wasn't the most material person in the world, he was happy he got to spend time with his partner for once. Just as they were getting ready to leave, his eyes landed on a store filled to the brim with plushies.

Hongjoong felt a hand tug at his sleeve, gaze travelling on the place San was excitedly pointing to. "Can I get the big one, please?" He pleaded, eyes big and his lip jutted out in a pout, all of which made his boyfriend chuckle.

"Of course princess, you don't have to beg for anything today."

San clutched that plushie for dear life once they left the mall, even if Hongjoong offered to hold it for him, he refused to let go, burying his face deep in its soft fabrics. The older laughed and ruffled San's hair affectionately, then bent down to kiss the top of his head.

As they loaded the absolute mountain of gifts into Hongjoong's trunk, a horn caught their attention, startling both men. They turned around, a sleek black car pulling up behind them. "Get in bitch," Wooyoung exclaimed towards San once he had rolled down his window. "Joongie can deal with all that, I'll show you a real good time."

The birthday boy smiled and quickly tossed his stuffed animal in Hongjoong's hands. "Really Wooyoung?" The brunette groaned while San sprinted to the passenger seat.

"What? You've got a lot of work to do, getting all that stuff home. I'm gonna take our baby out and give him some actual fun." He started the engine, arms hung lazily around his giggling boyfriend's shoulder. "See you at home, Hongjoong!"

Those were the last words he heard before the car zoomed off, leaving Hongjoong fanning away the whirlwind of dust it had created.

Wooyoung was the owner of one of the hottest clubs in town, The Real. Even if it was only 3 pm, it wasn't a problem, the place was packed no matter the time of day. He pulled up to the building, tossing his keys to the man who opened their doors and strolled cooly past the long line of people, his arm wrapped soundly around San's small waist.

Blaring lights washed over the pair the moment they walked in, thumping music filling their ears and ringing through their heads as an explosive energy surrounded them, lively as always.

Time was always nonexistent in The Real. All it did was limit the fun and there was no way in hell the party-goers were letting that happen. It was safe to say, neither Wooyoung nor San took note of how long they had been there. One shot, three shots, six shots, they hadn't kept track of how much they drank, they simply could care.

All they focussed on was each other. San had been grinding against Wooyoung the entire time. Every chance he got, his ass would be pressed against his crotch, moving it back and forth to get some sort of reaction out of him.

And what a reaction he got. Wooyoung had him pinned against a wall, slammed there for the world to see. "So desperate for daddy's cock, huh?"

"W-Woo, everyone's looking at us..." The older whimpered, a reaction that made his partner chuckle. His humiliation was always something he got a kick out of, not in a mean spirited way, of course.

"Let them. You didn't seem to mind when you were grinding against me like a little whore." He was right. When he was with Wooyoung, San couldn't help but be a little risky. It was all worth it for the rough way he treated him. "Just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

San's lips were attacked, hardly given a moment to breathe when Wooyoung brought him into a kiss. It was the kind he had no hope of dominating, mouth engulfed by the way his partner so easily took over. "I don't care what Seonghwa says," The club owner finally rasped out. "I'm going to fuck you into next week, babe. Right here. Right now."

Every ounce of that confidence faded, however, when someone from behind cleared their throat. "You don't care about what I say, is that so?" Wooyoung grimaced at the voice of his oldest boyfriend, sucking in a nervous breath as slowly moved away from San. The other male grinned at Seonghwa anyway, despite how the blonde avoided eye contact.

Seonghwa grinned back but it quickly faded when he looked back at Wooyoung, whom he quickly snatched by the ear and proceeded to pull out of the establishment.

San could help but be a little disappointed that things didn't go any further, pouting as they left the club. Why are they being so hard to get today?

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"SURPRISE!"

A crowd shouted when the trio entered their penthouse living room. San covered his mouth in shock, making no effort to fight off the bright smile on his face. He looked towards Seonghwa, knowing full well that he was the one who planned this and jumped into his arms to give him a big hug.

The older embraced him right back, sending both of his other boyfriends a victorious look. "What happened to this not being a competition?" Groaned Wooyoung when noticing the taunting look from Seonghwa.

"Says the one who pulled up to the mall in his Ferrari just to sweep San off his feet. Good god, I need a drink." So drink they did.

San and Wooyoung were already a little wasted after the club scene so now it was Hongjoong and Seonghwa's turn to catch up. Woo and Hwa had the highest alcohol tolerance by far, seeing as they were constantly drinking champagne. The other two? Not so much.

Hongjoong was lazily dancing with Wooyoung, the blonde taking the opportunity to do what he didn't get to with San and continuously grinding against him, murmuring suggestive phrases to the drunken male that made him giggle.

Something about their whole exchange made San irritated. It was his birthday, not Hongjoong's. Why should he get touched like that while San was left with nothing?

Instinctively, he went to Seonghwa, knowing the older would give him what he wanted. Seonghwa turned from the conversation he was having to look at his boyfriend, saying, "Hold on just a sec baby," and looking back at his guest. Then he felt another tug. "San." He said sternly.

There was something about the tone of his voice that made San's eyes water. "Oppa~" He whined, garnering an interesting look from his partner. " 'M horny..."

Seonghwa bit his lip. Truth be told, he had held a lot back today. Hearing what Wooyoung and Hongjoong wanted to do with San excited his own fantasies. If he was asking, why should he ignore them any longer?

So without another word said, the birthday boy was hoisted in the air, legs wrapped around Seonghwa's waist for support, and carried upstairs. This obviously caught the attention of the other two, who shared a look before racing to meet them, excusing themselves from the crowd of guests.

"Slow down Sannie," Seonghwa chuckled as he set his partner down on the bed. San had been withering in his grip, trying to get as much friction as possible while attempting to kiss the older's neck. "What would the others say if they saw you like this? All hot and whiny."

"We'd say move over Hwa, you can't keep him to yourself," Hongjoong closed the door behind him as Wooyoung already began to remove his clothes. "You bastard, you chided us for being horny but you were the first one to take him to the bedroom!"

"I'm only solving our baby's problem," He said in regards to the bulge in San's pants. Under their intense eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit small yet he wouldn't dare to complain.

"Enough talk," Wooyoung made quick work of San's shirt, tossing it to some obscure side of the room. San shivered at the intrusion of cold on his skin but it only made the younger male smirk. "All you had to do was ask." He whispered while removing his pants.

Hongjoong had stepped away to rummage through a few drawers, pulling out a pack of condemns a moment later. "No," whined San, withering impatiently on the bed. "Wanna feel you."

"Oh? Look at this you two," Carefully, Wooyoung wrapped his fingers around a plug and pulled it out, making San wince after having it in there for so long. "Our baby boy is already stretched."

Seonghwa cooed. He moved onto the bed and over to San, pushing his dark hair out of his face. The younger seemed embarrassed that he had been caught like this but Seonghwa smiled anyway. "Poor baby, this is all you wanted, isn't it?" San nodded shyly, doing his best to look down. "Don't be shy sweetheart. Here, I'll be the first to make it up to you."

Hongjoong and Wooyoung could be heard groaning from afar as both of them had wanted to go first. Regardless of their complaining, Seonghwa grabbed a bottle of lube off of the bedside table, carefully coating his member in it and positioned himself at San's entrance, spreading his legs and peering down at him. "Ready?"

"Y-Yes oppa." Hearing the name, a smirk formed on Seonghwa's face and he pushed his length in without any further hesitation. San moaned at how quickly he went in but his quick pace didn't stay for long.

Seonghwa liked to make love to his boyfriends. He was slow but with purpose, easing them in before he ramped things up. "So cute, all flushed and red under me." He sighed, rocking his hips back and forth. "Such a pretty boy, aren't you, Sannie? Who's my pretty boy?"

"M-Me! I am, oppa!" Seonghwa smiled, going at a quicker pace in response. His fingers caressed San's sides, tracing every feature on his stomach while he rubbed him to keep the sub steady and not too overwhelmed.

His hand slipped under San's chin, bringing him closer to his partner's face. All of the younger's whiny moans were muffled by the sweet kiss Seonghwa gave him, a euphoric feeling shooting through his body from his touch.

It wasn't long before they felt the mattress shift when Wooyoung and Hongjoong crawled onto the bed. The smaller of the two bent down to place kisses between his pecs once Seonghwa had moved away, occasionally sucking on his nipples; while Hongjoong wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking it gently.

They matched the pace of whoever was dom at that moment and since it was Seonghwa, they were careful and slow. "You like that, hun? You like having three men fuck you so gently?" San nodded once more, releasing a strained groan at the vast amount of pleasure he was in.

"Oppa lemme cum, please let your baby cum!" Seonghwa hummed in approval, watching warm strings of cum spurt from San's tip and after seeing that, he wasn't far behind.

He heard Seonghwa grunt from above, signalling that he was close. "In or out baby?"

"In! Please, I want it all in me!" Per his request, he felt himself be filled to the brim with Seonghwa's semen, whimpering at the sticky feeling.

Once he was done, Seonghwa bent down and kissed San's cheek, caressing his face with a soft smile, "Happy birthday, Sannie." He whispered, proceeding to yank Wooyoung away from the bed, knowing damn well the next pair would need their space.

"You've been very naughty today, haven't you kitten?" Hongjoong murmured from above the panting birthday boy. "Teasing me in the store like that and touching yourself with a plug without permission. It may be your birthday but that doesn't mean I won't still punish you."

"I haven't done anything sir~" whined the sub. A harsh smack impacted his cheek, head flying to the side with a red mark left in the place Hongjoong had hit. A fist full of his hair was then pulled up, forcing him to lock eyes with the dom above him.

"Go easy on him, Joong," Seonghwa sighed from the side, groaning as Wooyoung sucked his cock.

"You fucked him your way, now I'll fuck him my way." He grabbed San's chin, yanking him forward. "Look at you, you love it when I treat you like this? Don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes sir," San whimpered. It took every ounce of self-control not to smile. He really did enjoy the rough treatment and Hongjoong knew it. A firm hit landed on his side and the younger shivered at the action.

"Turn for me, kitten." Doing as instructed, Hongjoong took a hold of his hips immediately. He didn't bother with lube. The cum in San's ass was enough for him. His hesitance was nonexistent and within a second, he was already balls deep in the sub.

San breathed heavily as Hongjoong entered him, his body handled roughly as he was slammed into at an aggressive pace; balls slapping angrily against his ass while the sub cried out from beneath him. "S-Sir!" He gasped, gripping at the sheets below as he panted. "Fuck! O-Oh god yes, just like that sir!"

"Use that mouth for something useful, will you? Wooyoung," The younger popped off of Seonghwa's tip upon hearing his name, wiping his plush lips of the older man's cum. "Give him a little more work to do, will you?"

Wooyoung grinned brightly and hopped over to the pair. He sent San a mischievous smile and a wink before telling him to open his mouth. He did as instructed, having yet another hole filled by someone's dick. Wooyoung took hold of the sides of his face, snapping his hips forward and moaning as his cock repeatedly hit the back of San's throat. Despite the harsh way he was handled, this was nothing new and the vibrations of San's moans went straight to Wooyoung's dick as his tongue glided across the base of it. "F-Fuck, Sannie."

Hongjoong yanked Woo into a kiss, slow and steamy just to taunt the boy below them. He wished he was the one being kissed, craving that intimacy. "Look up bitch," The blonde commanded, taking a hand full of San's hair and forcing his head up.

"Eyes on me," The older man growled towards Wooyoung.

"Yes sir," Eventually, both began to lose a bit of steam. San couldn't warn them that he was ready to cum and had to endure it all just a little longer, waiting for the others to catch up. Wooyoung released in his mouth and Hongjoong came a few moments after.

"Finally, now I can-"

"Nope," Said Seonghwa. He pushed the youngest of the group onto the mattress to make his way over to San. He wrapped his arms around his body, chuckling at the way he heaved in and out.

San's chest rose with exhaustion only to deflate seconds later. Sweat drenched most of his body and what it hadn't touched, the cum certainly had seen as he was covered in it. He was tired and in desperate need of a shower.

Honestly, he couldn't ask for a better gift than this.

"Sorry babe, was it too much for you?" Hongjoong whispered, planting a kiss on San's forehead.

"No it was perfect, thank you guys for the best birthday gift ever."

"I didn't even get to-"

"Shut up, Woo." Wooyoung could do nothing but pout. Nevertheless, he joined the trio on the bed and brought himself into their little cuddle fest. Heavy chatter from downstairs echoed from the floor below but neither of them really cared. The party could go on forever as long as they could stay up here together.

"Happy birthday, San."

#ateez #woosan #sub!san #bottom san #choi San #park seonghwa #seonghwa #Woosanhwajoong #seongsan #hongsan #sanjoong #kim hongjoong #wooyoung #fanfic #ateez smut #jung wooyoung

[libidinous-weeb]

Just Because (Bakugou x Reader)

Tags: 18+, dub-con/non-con (but it’s got a lighthearted(ISH) ending), overstim, degradation, mind break (kind of??? i guess?? not really), unspecified gender but reader has a puthy

Summary: Reader is a villain and annoyed that Dynamight won’t get off their ass when they do crime. So they capture him and decide to fuck about it. This started as me just wanting to lewd Bakugou in a discord server, but as per usual, i got carried away.

enjoy. or don’t. your choice ig lol. also not beta’d so sorry the capitalization is stupid.

when you perch your self on top of Dynamight’s lap, he’s confused at first. when you slide so close you’re sitting on his crotch, he starts to get the picture. he wants to ask you what the fuck you’re doing but he’s suddenly tongue tied. he’s confused about what you’re doing as he tries to wriggle away, but you don’t let him up. you have him on a bed somewhere, with his legs bound and his wrists trapped in quirk canceling handcuffs.

you start to grind on his cock, moaning quietly in his ear. he vaguely knows you, and you’re making him so hard, harder than he swears he’s ever been in his life. he vaguely knows you, and you’re making him so hard, harder than he swears he’s ever been in his life. he’s so embarrassed you have this effect on him. he’s Dynamight! a big time hero! he should have control over this situation, and someone like you with your soft lips and even softer thighs and perfect little ass that rubs up against him in the best way possible...you shouldn’t be the one that’s able to make him lose his iron like grip on his self control.

when you shove your tongue down his throat, it shouldn’t feel this good. he shouldn’t be moaning like a goddamn girl. he shouldn’t feel so good that part of his mind goes blank when you touch and kiss him. he shouldn’t get so flustered and his face shouldn’t be turning cherry red just because of some fucking extra. he shivers, and tries to fight the urge to tilt his head back as your hands move from his chest down lower and lower...

when you finally touch him through his pants, he bites his lip, hard. it’s just your hand, but it feels amazing. you aren’t even directly touching him, and he feels like some kind of pathetic teenager. he starts hoping you don’t notice how his hips are slowly rolling towards your touch.

“H-Hey! Stop—I said stop it!” he cries out, as your mouth moves from his lips to his neck where you kiss and suck and bite.

“I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you like this,” you whisper in his ear. “You’re not—you can’t...be thinking you’re gonna—“ you cut him off. “I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. And you’re gonna beg me to let you cum. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long, and I’m finally gonna make it happen. You’re not gonna stop me—you can’t. I’m gonna make you cum over and over again, no matter how much you beg me to stop.” his eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Y-You what? Why? Fucking cut it out! Let me go, you fucking freak!” he feels trapped, panicked. still, he’s not scared of you. he’s scared of the effect you have on him.

he’s kissed before. had sex, even (not often, but he’d die before he ever admitted that out loud), so why does it feel like he’s on fire right now? why does his body want this so badly when he doesnt? you pull his shirt over his head and bunch it up by his hands, which are restrained with the cuffs. then you slide your hand down his pants as your mouth moves to his nipples.

“Fuck, n-not there...” his nipples were sensitive and you sucking and teasing and biting at them makes him feel like he’s going to lose his goddamn mind. you aren’t even jerking him off, just groping his dick while you toy with his chest. he’s trying (and failing) to steady his voice while he yells at you. “S-Stop fucking...touching me already!” his voice is loud but it trembles when it escapes him. the way he lies beneath you, eyes clenched shut, his face hot and red, panting and trying to turn his face away from you as if the sight of you is too much for him...it’s too fucking hot. the way quiet moans slip out between words and the way he’s biting his lip to keep himself quiet...it’s all too irresistible. you need to have him, now. you slide his pants down and position yourself over his dick. “Don’t fucking—“ you cut him off with a harsh slap to the face, then grab him by his chin. “Shut. Up.” you momentarily stun him into silence as his eyes meet yours.

you hold his cock steady as you slide down on him and his eyes roll to the back of his head as a loud, desperate moan leaves him. “F-Fuck, wait! I can’t—!“ he cums. Dynamight, the pro hero, cums the second he bottoms out for the first time like a goddamn virgin. he gasps as his orgasm rushes out of him, surprising you both. he gets even redder still, something you didn’t think was possible. he keeps his eyes shut, brows furrowed as he tries to catch his breath. you laugh. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Big bad Bakugou’s so pathetic that my pussy makes him cum in under 30 seconds? Not so scary now, are you? Where’d all that attitude go? Come on, let’s see it!”

he still doesn’t open his eyes. he’s made of tougher stuff than this. he shouldn’t be brought to his knees by some extra’s fucking pussy. even with the way you slammed down on him out of nowhere. you’re just so tight and hot and soft and feel so fucking perfect...

his eyes shoot open in desperation when you start moving. “W-Wait! I can’t! I-I really can’t! Do-Don’t fucking—nnhg...fuckfuckfuck, stop fucking moving!” you wrap your hand around his throat and apply pressure. he’s grimacing now, all angry and squirmy, trying to free himself from you. you look him directly in the eyes as you choke him.“I told you. You’re not gonna stop me. I decide when it’s over. I’ve just gotten started. I’m gonna make you cum over and over and over again. And you’re gonna lie there and let me. You don’t have a choice. Got it?” you start gyrating your hips, fucking him in earnest. you keep your hand on his throat, letting him breathe but reminding him who’s in control.

he clenches his hands into fists, legs and body shaking as you take what you want from him. he bites his lips so hard to keep himself quiet that he draws blood. you kiss him and clean it up with your tongue as you run it over his lips. his cock feels like it was made for you, long and curved and thick. he still won’t look at you as you keep fucking him, getting close to your first orgasm. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” instinctively, katsuki opens his eyes and looks at you. you sitting atop him, back arched, breasts pushed forwards, thighs shaking, head thrown back with bliss written across your face...

“AAAAH FUCK!” katsuki cums again. it hurts but it feels so good. despite the fact that he hates this, he can’t deny how fucking hot you look, perched on top of him, cumming all over his cock. “You-You got what you wanted...right? so get-get the fuck off of-mmmh-off of me.”

you open your eyes. katsuki sees how hazy they look as you regain the ability to form words again. “N-No. Not done yet. Wanna come more.” Your airy, lighthearted chuckle confirms what katsuki had suspected. you’re fucked out but still drunk with lust. your first orgasm made you only want more. you started moving your hips again.

“F-Fucking shit...fuck...”at some point, bakugou couldn’t think anymore. he didn’t know up from down. the only thing that mattered was you, your fucking pussy, and how much your torture hurt in the best way possible. he stopped begging you to stop and started babbling about how good it felt, and how perfect you are. “God, FUCK you feel so fucking good, fuck, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop. Please. Just keep fucking me, pleasegodpleasepleasepleaseyesyesyes—FUCK! Fuck, it feels so good. Love it, I fucking love it, FUCK! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t fucking stop, please! FUCK, I can’t stop cumming, I can’t! I fucking love you, fucking love your pussy, fucking love, FUCKING YOU!”

when your hips gave out and you slumped over his chest, bakugou slid his cuffed hands behind you and flipped you both over. “Don’t fucking stop, pleasepleaseplease—“ you were in the same state as he was. you positioned his cock to your hole as he forced it inside you. your legs shook as he started thrusting in you, short sharp movements like a fucking dog. he was so desperate he was humping you like a fucking dog, and you loved it. “please bakugou, dynamight, katsuki, please fuck me more. i want it so bad, please! fuck, it still feels so fucking good, you and your perfect fucking cock, fucking me up over and over and over again—“

when you finally decided to stop you had both made yourself cum so many times you lost count. bakugou’s cock hurt. he’d cum so much he’d started having dry orgasms. and you were a mess. your pussy was sore. you’d squirted and dripped all over his cock so much there was a puddle underneath you both. you tried to stand but your legs kept shaking. the cuffs around bakugou’s wrists made a beeping sound and then opened, but neither of you registered it.

by the time both of you had regained some sense, you had sat up, and reached into a bedside table near the mattress in the abandoned warehouse you had him in. you shakily handed him a bottle of water as you grabbed one for yourself and did the same with some vending machine peanut butter crackers or some shit. You didn’t look that closely when you bought them. “Here. This is all I got right now. Take it.” without thinking, bakugou reached out to take them, then froze as he looked at his unrestrained hand dumbly. “How...?” “S’ on a timer. Wasn’t gonna kidnap you forever.” he blinked, then took your offering. you both sat in silence as you ate. you pulled out a large sharp knife from the same drawer and katsuki immediately tensed, worried you were going to attack him. “Hey. Here.” you handed him the knife. he stared at it, then you, then stared back at the knife. “It’s to free your legs, stupid.” he stared at you. “What? I’m a villain, but I’m not a monster, Katsuki. Not my fault you’re so fuckin irresistible.”

“You...You’re not gonna kill me?” “Nah. Just wanted to fuck ya. And it was totally worth it. you can arrest me now or whatever. Oh, and there’s some clothes for you in this drawer too, and some baby wipes. No shower though.” you sniff your armpit. “Eugh. Didn’t think to bring deodorant.” katsuki looks to you, and blinks at you owlishly. he finally speaks. “W-What the fuck was that? Why—How—“

“Reasons.” you say, and leave it at that.

#bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou kastuki #villain!reader #i hate katsuki so much #but i’m also in love with him #my writing

[ttylfedora]

5 and 29 in the smut for coops 👀

5: “Look at yourself. All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

29: “Beg for it.”

CW: smut, talk about fighting and fighting related injuries.

Remus gets into his first NHL fight, and Sirius has some feelings about it.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Enjoy💚

Glove Drop

~~

Remus had gotten into a fight. His first NHL fight. Sirius watched it all unfold in slow motion. The hit from Brady Tkachuk on Logan, Logan hitting the ice, Remus’s gloves coming off, Remus swinging. Sirius could only sit there and watch in awe. The rest of the team stood up against the boards, cheering Remus on as he landed punch after punch after punch. They both hit the ice and were pulled off of each other, Remus being sent to the penalty box with five minutes for fighting.

“Careful with those eyes Cap, we can see you undressing him from here,” James chirped, clipping him on the shoulder. He sat back down next to Sirius.

“That was the single hottest thing I have ever witnessed.”

James laughed and shook his head, his attention turning back to the game.

~~

Remus couldn’t tell if Sirius was angry with him or not. They had driven home in silence, opting out of the post win dinner. He tried to catch Sirius’ eye as he drove but Sirius’ attention remained firmly on the road ahead of him, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

He shook off the feeling as they pulled into the driveway, his worry quickly turning to anger. How dare he be angry? Sirius gets into fights all the time. Why is he mad at me?

He unlocked the front door, toeing his shoes off.

“Sirius if you’re mad at me for fighting, you-“

“Shut up.” Sirius pushed Remus back into the wall and attacked him with a bruising kiss, his thigh planting itself firmly between Remus’ legs and providing an ample amount of friction. He could feel Sirius’ erection through his suit trousers already- his own growing as Sirius pressed him harder against the wall.

“That fight,” Sirius pulled away and stared into Remus’ eyes. They were filled with lust, desire and longing, “was the single hottest thing I have ever witnessed, mon loup.”

Remus sighed in relief, latching himself back onto his fiancé.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Sirius asked between each kiss. He started trailing along Remus’ jawline until he reached the spot just under his ear lobe. “Any idea?”

Remus shuddered, his hands running along Sirius’s belt. He was at a loss for words. For the first time in a while, Sirius had reduced him to a puddle. He was very much aware that they hadn’t been in the door for more than five minutes.

Sirius’ mouth moved back along his jaw, nipping at the skin slightly before moving back to his mouth.

“Bedroom, now,” he whispered into Remus’ mouth.

“With the greatest will in the world, I’m not sure I can stand without my legs giving out,” Remus admitted. Sirius chuckled darkly before trailing his hands round and picking Remus up. He kissed him again before making his way to the stairs.

Remus started kissing along Sirius’ jaw, and down onto his neck before attempting to suck a bruising kiss. Sirius stopped in the middle of the stairs.

“Leave a mark on me, Remus, and you won’t get to see what I have planned for you.”

Remus froze, suddenly feeling very light and airy at the thought. A laugh settled itself low in Sirius’ throat as he carried on up the stairs and into their bedroom. He threw Remus back onto the bed before climbing on top of him.

He cupped Remus’ face in one hand, thumb brushing lightly over his bottom lip. His eyes taking in every freckle, every line, every dip, every blemish on Remus’ face. He took in the bruise forming on his left eye. He took in the cut that had dried on his top lip. He took in Remus and all of his beauty.

“How on earth did I get so lucky?” Sirius asked no one in particular. He placed a light kiss onto Remus’ lips. It was different from the passion fuelled kisses downstairs. This one was full of love and care.

“What’s the safe word?” He asked as he pulled away.

“Lions,” Remus confirmed. It was moments like this that made him appreciate Sirius just that little bit more. He appreciated Sirius' want and need to keep him safe and comfortable.

“Good.” A sly smile spread across the Captain’s face as he moved his thighs to straddle Remus.

Sirius took Remus’ tie off and threw it somewhere behind him. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he started kissing the new areas of exposed skin. Remus delighted in every one, biting down on his lip. Sirius sat Remus up so that he could take the shirt off of him. They were nose to nose, taking in each other.

“I love you,” Remus said softly, his hands coming up to cup Sirius’ face.

“I love you too.” Sirius smiled into the kiss and laid Remus back down.

Remus watched in awe as Sirius made a show of unbuttoning his own shirt cuffs and undoing his own tie. He shuffled on the bed, desperate to achieve any form of friction against his strained trousers. He ran his hands up Sirius’ thighs, perplexed as to how the seams of the trousers hadn’t ripped from the sheer size of them.

Sirius grabbed Remus’ wrists and softly pressed a kiss to the inside of each before placing them above his head.

“No touching.”

Sirius removed his tie painfully slow, knowing exactly the effect it had on his fiancé. He motioned towards Remus’ wrists in a silent question. Remus nodded and Sirius proceeded in using the tie to bind Remus’ wrists to the bed frame. Remus let out a shaky breath.

Sirius laughed slightly at the lust blown eyes on Remus. He shuffled back slightly and lowered himself down to kiss Remus’ chest, lips slowly ghosting over Remus’ left nipple before he took it between his teeth. Remus arched his back in pleasure, a moan catching in his throat. Sirius paid the same attention to his other nipple before leaving kisses and licks down his stomach. He licked a line across the top of Remus’ trousers, making quick work of undoing his belt and zipper. He pulled Remus’ trousers and socks off before coming back up and admiring the man below him.

He leant forward again and pressed a hasty kiss onto Remus’ lips, hands cupping his jaw in a way that was almost hungry. He brought a hand down to run a light finger across the top of Remus’ boxers and smiled as he squirmed beneath him. He inched his way back down, the kisses being left slightly more bruising than the previous ones. Remus let out another moan, head turning into the pillow as he bit his lip in frustration.

Sirius pulled the boxers from Remus and his dick sprang free.

“Look at yourself. All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Remus could only throw his head back into the pillow, eyes shut tight as another wave of arousal hit him.

Sirius placed a kiss to Remus’ hip and moved over to the other, his breath lightly ghosting over the tip of Remus’ dick.

Remus bucked his hips up in an attempt to have Sirius pay him more attention than just light teasing. Sirius only laughed and continued pressing kisses down Remus’ thighs.

“Your thighs were incredible before,” Sirius said lowly, the vibrations from his voice against Remus’ inner thighs was enough to send Remus into orbit. “But now, they’re a crime against humanity.” He followed with a kiss, his hand coming up to tease Remus’ entrance.

He pulled back, ignoring the whines of protest coming from Remus beneath him. He chuckled as he leant over to grab the lube from their bedside table. He coated his fingers before resuming his position between Remus’ legs. He threw one over his shoulder as his fingers teased Remus’ entrance again.

Remus let out a moan that was bordering on pornographic.

“Beg for it.”

Remus shuddered underneath him, coming apart from just those three words.

“Siri- ah, please- God.”

Remus struggled to form his words.

“Beg for it baby, what do you want?” He reiterated. Remus was about to answer when Sirius pressed the tip of his finger into him.

“Oh God,” Remus panted. “Sirius, please.”

Sirius removed his finger and looked up at Remus with a devilish smirk.

“Sirius, please, I need you.” Sirius pressed his finger in all the way this time, “I want you.”

Sirius curled his finger up, knowing exactly where to hit to have Remus see the stars. It worked, too, for Remus had arched his back up in bid to push himself further onto Sirius’ finger, head pressed back into the pillows with his mouth stuck open in a silent scream.

Sirius pulled the finger out slowly, adding another one in, stretching Remus out. He brought his hand down to unzip his trousers, attempting to relieve some of the tension building in his crotch. He watched in admiration as Remus locked eyes with him.

He was so in love. In deep, stupid, silly, lustful, laughable love. And damn him if he wasn’t going to show it.

He pulled out of Remus before climbing off of him to remove his own trousers and boxers, grateful for the tightness to be relieved. He applied more lube to his hands before bringing them down to stroke himself.

He crawled back on top of Remus, pulling one of his legs up with him. He placed a kiss onto Remus’ lips as he pushed in slowly. Remus gasped into Sirius’ mouth as he adjusted. Sirius’ hands found themselves tangling into Remus’ hair as he kissed him deeper.

“Sirius, please.” Remus panted.

“Please what?” Sirius asked. He was perfectly aware of what his fiancé was asking for but any chance to get Remus closer to the edge of oblivion was a chance well taken.

Sirius jerked his hips forward just as Remus’ mouth formed an answer, a moan taking its place instead. Sirius laughed as he continued his pace.

Remus was muttering in bliss underneath him, still untouched.

“I want you to cum without me touching you.” Sirius whispered, lips ghosting against Remus’.

Just the insistence and firmness in Sirius’ voice sent Remus over the edge. He came with a tidal wave of pleasure as a result of a particularly angled thrust from Sirius. Remus cried out, stars blinding his vision due to the sheer intensity of the orgasm ripping through him. It wasn’t long before Sirius followed, the sight of his fiancé coming undone beneath him enough for his own orgasm to flit through him as hard as Remus’ had.

Sirius settled himself on top of Remus, both blissed out and panting. Sirius caught his breath before he propped himself up on his elbows to look at Remus. He placed a silent kiss onto his nose before he brought his hands up to untie Remus from the bed frame. Remus brought his arms down and rubbed at his wrists slightly. He assured Sirius they were okay with a kiss.

“If that’s the treatment I get after a fight, I’ll have to drop the gloves more often,” Remus mused.

“Drop the gloves again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for a week next time.” Sirius smiled as he leant down to kiss Remus again.

“I’m sure I can deal with that.”

#18+ #smut prompt #sweater weather lumosinlove #coops #remus lupin #Sirius Black #Wolfstar #cw: smut

[littlefreya]

The Kitten & The Bear - Part 2

Read Part 1

Summary: Walter’s bratty wife has gotten herself in trouble with the law. meaning her own husband. 

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, dominant BDE husband, abuse of power, arrest, bondage, teasing, grinding, loads of sexual innuendo, mentions of oral, promiscuous behavior, fingering, lewd and dirty talk, manum sasquatch Walter.  

A/N: So both Marti and I were so anxious you guys won’t like it and we were literally overwhelmed by the amazing reception, so thank you so much guys! As promised, here is part 2! The thickens plot! Reminding you this is a collab between @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ and I based on your role play game. 

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

“I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me.”

With the harsh grip of Walter's arm, I was yanked from the hood, turned and forced to look at his face.

"Do I look like I'm enjoying it?" It resonated in his mind that he was going to have to take his own wife, whom he'd just arrested, to the precinct where everyone knows him. 

'For fuck's sake!' This may jeopardise his career at MPD. A detective having a wife with a police record... 

'Fucking great'.

It's one thing that I acted like a brat at home, but that was his workplace, where he'd have to take me - looking like that. 

His cock twitched as he looked at my dress again.

~~~

Colder than the air itself, the deprived energy in Walter's cerulean gaze cut like diamonds. There was a battle in his glassy cold stare, and I recognised that furious desire, being the only person who really knew Walter Marshall. His hand was still on my wrists, pressing the cuffs hard against the small of my back and my thighs slightly parted as he stood too close.

I trembled and not just from the chilling cold. "If you are asking for my sincere opinion, then yes, I think you are, by the look of it," I answered and gandered down his groin and back at his face, giving him a bitchy grin. "I strictly remember ending with your head between my thighs last time I wore this dress" I provoked. "Hold on to that memory, it's going to be a while." 

Walter cocked his head to the side, pretending to think about my ultimatum, before suddenly stepping closer to haul me flush against him. I felt not only the warmth of the bulge at his groin but the cold hard outline of his gun against my stomach. I gasped as he leant close to my face and his lips hovered over mine while he ground his hips against me. 

A moan escaped me when he suddenly pulled back.

"Don't make threats you can't keep. Your little cunt is always hungry for attention."

Keylah and Stephanie exchanged astonished glares between them as they watched the heated battle. I continued to frown, trying to remain stoic, but the creeping chill made me tremble as the freezing metal of the car pressed against the back of my knees.

His obliviousness to how cold I was, the way he was treating me and his words only further fuelled my anger. I was like an unleashed hellcat, unable to stop my own stupid mouth.

"Don't test me. Both you and I know how clingy you are Mr. "promise-me-you'll-never-leave-me." I spat back his own words to him. Words he blurted out in a vulnerable moment the night before while he was making sweet, intimate, passionate love to me. 

It really was a low blow from my side.

Walter felt like his stomach got headbutted by an angry bull when my cruel words registered. The previous night he found me at home with the entrance door unlocked while I'd been blasting music. He had an exceptionally shitty day as a criminal who abducted a woman from her own home had to be set free for lack of enough evidence against him.

The fight that followed between us culminated in passionate makeup sex. He asked to be handcuffed to the headboard so that he wouldn't unleash all his desperate anger and accidentally hurt me. In an especially vulnerable moment, he begged me never to leave him, not for what he does nor for who he is. 

And here I was, throwing it back to his face.

"Fucking bitch," he hissed so only I could hear it. I gasped as I could see the exact moment Walter transformed back from my husband to the cop who responded to the crime scene. As if he suddenly needed to hide behind the mask of a stoic, invulnerable officer.

Without another statement, he grabbed one of my forearms, dragged me to the open back door of the car and tossed me inside. My upper body landed on Keylah's lap while he circled the car, got in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Pig!" I shouted at him as Keylah helped me adjust and deliberately pushed me to sit in the middle seat so I could stare at him during the ride to the station. I leaned back, looking at him through the rearview mirror. He was not staring back, keeping his forbearing eyes on the road.

"Sooooo…" Stephanie uttered, "Magnum, is it really 10 inches?"

Walter just glared at Stephanie but provided no answer. After a moment's pondering, he threw a glance at me through the mirror, and drew one of his brows up, challenging me to answer Steph.

I crooked my eyebrow back at him, spreading my legs to show him the red silk panties I wore beneath my dress. 

"Well you know, it's basically a cock that has a man attached to it." 

Keylah snorted and shook her head with disbelief, "No fucking way she is that lucky, I call bullshit, sorry Walter." 

Again Walter didn't reply to her, just straightened in his seat a little and cocked his chin forward, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. If his whole demeanour wouldn't have answered Steph's question, it was my blush, visible even in the dark backseat, that made it clear that Walter's big dick energy did not end with the energy. Both girls gasped. 

"Fuck, bitch!" Keylah squealed, and they both started giggling while I remained silent as the blush permeated to my chest. 

"But what I want to know is if the police baton's thick too," Stephanie added and stared at me. I remained quiet for a moment, spreading my legs further for him to see the sticky patch at the apex of my body. Between every street lamp, the light danced over the backseat, illuminating the girls and me.

"Look at him," I finally uttered, "everything is thick and girthy, especially his skull".

The girls howled with excitement.

My lewd reference to Walter's size and girth made the corner of his mouth twitch almost unnoticeably as he was watching the road with an unbearably cocky expression. His eyes then ventured to the rearview mirror. Immediately they widened, and his face hardened simultaneously when he noticed the little dark spot on my panties between my spread legs. He instantly turned his head back to the road and switched the radio on. 

I could see the little twitching muscle in his cheek, his jaw straining as he noticed me spreading my legs. The fact that the gals wouldn't shut up about his cock and began making jokes didn't help either. I squirmed slightly on the leather seat and bit my lip, letting him see what he can't have. 

"Magnum, I bet you are one of them who likes it when she gags on your big fat cock."

"Steph, I'm sitting right here!" I called out. "You can just ask me, and I'll tell you how deep he likes to go!"

"I bet, Jen has a broken cervix, that's why she takes a lot of days off from work," Keylah laughed. "Detective Walter Marshall, cervix destroyer." 

Losing all patience Walter slammed the break, and we scrambled forward against the partition.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL THREE OF YOU!" His eyes were blazing as he turned his head back and looked at us between the two front seats. "Do you even understand you're going to a holding cell?" 

But before Keylah or Steph could blurt out some snarky comment, I breathed out "Yes, sir", which immediately short-circuited Walter's mind. He was the one yelling for silence, yet I quieted him with two syllables. He bit both his lips, turned back and started driving again.

The girls glared at one another, shivering, unable to hide the twinge of exhilaration from Walter's alpha behaviour and how it broke me into submission. On any other day, I'd have told them to back off from my man, but we all knew it was prohibited to speak right now.

The rest of the drive to the station passed in lingering silence. Keylah brushed and fixed my hair carefully while I glared at Walter - half angry, half lustful and utterly missing my husband. Still, my ego prevented me from showing any emotion other than rage. 

As he finally parked the car, I looked at the giant stuffed bear next to him. Still rather intoxicated I whispered to the girls "there are two of them."

~~~

After Walter parked the car, he remained seated for a couple of seconds. The reference that he was my big bear sent little tendrils of softness straight into his heart at a most inconvenient moment and looking at me through the mirror he only started to realise that I will be exposed at the police station. 

Care, duty and the desire to discipline me were warring inside of him.

"Keylah, Stephanie, get out and give us a minute" he orders the girls. 

~~~

The girls opened the doors from each side. They quietly exited the police car, giving me a sympathetic look and standing outside, hugging themselves from the cold of the night. I kept quiet, looking at Walter and waiting for him to speak while chewing the inside of my cheeks.

 It was then that I realised how painful my wrists were with the cuffs around them. I wanted to go home, I hated him right now. 

Walter sensed my hatred and distress and opened his mouth to speak, "The better you'll behave, the quicker this will be over." 

He waited for a response, but I said nothing, so he drew his brows. "If you decide to behave yourself, I'll take off your handcuffs right now, and you can retain a shred of dignity at my workplace." Still nothing. "So the way this will go down depends entirely on you." 

My legs began to jump anxiously while I kept gnawing at the soft tissue of my mouth until it began hurting, "you proved your point, Walter, I want to go home now," I answered with irritation, feeling completely helpless. He gave a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze to the red slutty pumps around my feet, 

"This wouldn't have happened if…" I began speaking.

Forcing his eyes from my red shoes and mouth-watering legs, Walter interrupted me by shooting me a hard look, "...if you hadn't vandalised the store. Don't even try shifting the blame."

He got out, stepped to the back seat door, leaned in and pulled me out. I stood on wobbly legs when he gave me one last chance. "I ask again. Can you behave yourself enough to go in without handcuffs?"

His sheer hulking height and his broad shoulders dwarfed me. Even with these heels, I was puny compared to him. But then again, Walter was known as the largest guy in town. Visibly shaking, my legs almost bucked down as he looked at my face anticipating an answer. What agitated and excited me most was how professional he remained.

"I'm not going to run or hurt anyone," I said matter-of-factly. "I'm still your wife, not some criminal in case you forgot." I looked away from him, indicating that I was hurt by his mistreatment, wrongly thinking I deserved special treatment.

"I haven't forgotten that you're my wife," Walter retorted. 

How could he ever? 

Taking out a small key from his pocket, he turned me to uncuff my wrists and continued behind me, "But as far as this whole ordeal is concerned, tonight you are first and foremost a person in custody, and I'm the arresting cop, so behave accordingly."

His words and the sensation of his fingers around my wrists made my entire skin tingle and become riddled with goosebumps. For whatever reason other than him being my husband, I was longing for him despite my anger and how degrading this situation was, perhaps even because of it.

"Yes, Sir", I answered coldly, my eyes floating to the dark sky before he guided me toward him and our eyes met fiercely. 

The way our gaze clashed made time stop. He could see the scared longing in my glare, and I could see for the first time tonight his inner conflict.

I didn't have time to further contemplate this because Walter's hand shot out, grabbed my nape and pulled me close to a devastating kiss. He drew my head so that my ear almost touched his mouth so he could whisper, "It's going to be alright, my little wild cat."

Both Stephanie and Keylah gasped behind us and then whispered between them, giggling like cheerleaders. 

My chest was nearly empty as I looked up to his gaze, my lips swollen with need. It became very apparent that we hadn't touched one another for the last 24 hours and fuck, I just wanted more. No matter how aggravated and humiliated I felt, I wanted my big grizzly bear to touch me. 

He spun me around to lead me in. My legs almost failed me. It was cold, I was shaken from the kiss, and the last thing I needed was all his colleagues seeing me like this. 

Walter headed into the building followed by us. It provided a very comical scene as I insisted that Walter bring the teddy bear in for me. When we entered the bullpen, everyone got quiet seeing the big scary cop with a huge stuffed bear under an arm, surrounded by the three dolled up, tipsy babes. 

The sergeant blurted out "What the hell?"

I beamed at him "Hey, Sarge. How's Sue? We came to party!"

"No, they didn't." Walter cut in angrily as everyone was ogling me.

I couldn't help but smile and wink at all the guys, behaving as if this was nothing but a show, while both Stephanie and Keylah snickered seeing all the baffled looks. It was as if the moment we had an audience, we regressed into thinking we owned the place, marching past Walter as if he was our guard dog rather than our captor.

I flung my hair from side to side, snapping my heels and swaying my hips to emphasise the curve of my ass. I could feel the shift in Walter's demeanour, and I suddenly paused and bent over in front of him, pretending to fix the strap of my heel so he could get a good look of my ass.

"What's going on?" the sarge asked amused and Walter had to blink fast to drag his eyes off my slutty pose.

"They are the perps of the store vandalism." 

Everyone's jaw dropped, but I shrugged innocently.

"I just wanted a teddy bear," I pouted.

Having had enough, Walter grabbed my upper arm and signalled to the girls to follow us to a desk.

"You want some coffee, ladies?" Toby asked with literal heart eyes.

"They are NOT guests." Walter hissed, but I answered sweetly, "Milk, no sugar, please."

He pushed me down on the chair, and by the firmness of his grip, I knew he was forcing himself to be as gentle as possible. My ass hit the hard plastic with a small huff, and I giggled at the smack.

"Don't move!" Walter grunted as he went to get the paperwork. Obviously, the girls and I began whispering between us, giving Walter sneaky glances and then chuckling loudly.

Not understanding Walter's message, Toby came along with a hearty cup of coffee, handing it to me.

"You're a saint," I thanked him and took a gulp, groaning as the liquid hit the back of my throat. "That's a really great tie, Toby," I then added and got up to lean forward on the desk, grabbing his tie and examining it up close.

I knew every single guy at the station was currently staring at my ass, whether they wanted to or not. It took me back to prom year when every guy in school had wanted to get a piece of me, and none of them had a flying chance. I couldn't deny I loved the attention, especially after having none of it all day long as my husband was acting more like a cop than a lover. 

Walter marched back to the desk, ordering the lovestruck Toby to fill out the reports of Keylah and Steph, and dragged me away. 

The officer at fingerprinting jumped as a huge sasquatch of a detective kicked the door open and marched in, dragging a smirking babe with him. 

"C-can I he-"

"I'll handle it. Get out" Walter barked at him. The guy scurried away, and Walter sat me down, circling the fingerprinting station. I watched mesmerised as he silently, methodically prepared the ink pad.

Intimidation struck the chords of my heart as I watched my husband being completely efficient and professional. I was impressed, having met him when he'd already been in the police force I never had a chance to see this part of his life. It's something he always kept away from me, afraid it would terrify me.

Well, I was terrified indeed, and the fact that he was actually going through with the entire process made me tremble.

"Can we drop the act?" I asked when there was no audience left. I crossed my legs together and folded my arms around my chest defensively, "or are you keen on putting your wife behind bars as well, so no one but you gets to have her?"  

Walter's nostrils flared, but he simply said "It's not an act. Charges will be brought against you. My guess is parole or community service," he explained as he pressed my fingers on the ink pad and then on the respective brackets on the paper one by one.

My lips trembled as the information sank in and I jumped up from the chair just as Walter finished with my left pinky. 

"I don't want it! Neither parole nor community service!" I burst out, "You're my husband!" my voice hitched, "Do something!"

I looked at the stern, unimpressed glare he was giving me and then frowned as he simply rolled his eyes at me. But of course, what made me think I was the first person to beg him not to charge them? 

"Sit. Down." He answered calmly while I stood infuriated and shook my head with protest.

"You have the very power to make these charges go away! You are doing this on purpose!" I pointed my ink-stained finger at him and started stomping my feet in the ground. 

"What if I'll march right out of this room? You going to throw me into a cell, Walter? Oh oh, excuse me, Office Marshall, SIR!" I slurred with disrespect.

"I don't know what you mean by "this", but the only thing I'm doing on purpose is my fucking job", Walter said in a menacingly low voice. "And yes, if you march out of this room without my permission as arresting officer, I am obligated to throw you in a cell." He leaned back in his chair and stared in my eyes with unflinching confidence.

"You gonna throw me in a cell!? Your wife!?" I cocked my eyebrow at him daringly. "You sure about that?" I stretched up and straightened my dress, pulling the hem down over my thigh as it kept riding up.

Walter tilted his head unimpressed, his brows rising as if he was waiting to see if I was really willing to risk challenging both his authority and power. 

"I'd think of the consequences if I were you!" I spat out and turned on my heels and snapped at the door, opening it wide open and stepping outside courageously. 

I walked out of the room and started running in the empty hallway, my heels clicking loud. It didn't even take me ten steps when Walter's body pressed to my back, pushing me against the wall. He turned me toward him, and by the time I understood what was going on, he put back the handcuffs on my hands in the front. He then dragged me to the interrogation room's anteroom where people were working. 

Walter didn't stop at the sight of them, he took me to the interrogation room where one wall was a one-way mirror. 

"WALTER!!!" I shrieked, panting with both shock and effort while he hauled me by my nape and forced me down on the chair, making the metal chair hit me hard on the ass. 

Adrenaline surged through me, my breasts rose up and down in the cleave of my tight dress.

"Are you fucking out of your fucking mind?!" I screamed at him and then peered at the mirror, realising everyone could see us. "If you don't take me home now I will never speak to you again!" 

Walter refused to be baited. Stepping out to the anteroom, he shut the door behind him so that I won't hear what he was saying to them. The officers gawked at him. "Get out", he said in a low voice, and they jumped and rushed out. 

Unbeknownst to me, Walter locked the anteroom's door with a flick of his wrist, making sure no one would disturb us, then he turned back and marched in. He circled the desk and sat on the edge, one of his thighs almost touching me. My glossy eyes rounded up as I stared at him. 

"That's enough," he said in a low voice as if there were still someone watching through the mirror. 

I looked at the mirror frightened, thinking of the audience who sat there before redirecting my gaze to Walter. My heart was racing so badly I could feel it in my ears. 

"Walter, I swear I'm not going to speak to you ever again" I fumed. He was giving me a condescending look and fuck, he was too attractive when he was angry and pumped of authority. I couldn't help but clench my thighs beneath the desk.

Walter ignored the pang I caused him by blackmailing him with our relationship as he watched the top of my thighs rubbing together. He hardened his face, stood up and walked back to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

He said nothing but I got inspired by his arousingly hard look. Glancing at the mirror behind where the cops were watching, I decided that the only way to get to that thick cop brain of his is causing a scandal that will force him to take me home.

Taking a deep breath, I regained my forces and tried to appear as strong as I could. An opposing force to his absolute control of the situation.

"Do your colleagues know you stalk your wife?" I asked him, my voice dropping lower, my eyes cutting into his like daggers. Walter gave an unimpressed glare, slightly shaking his head at me.

"Tell them, Walter," I spread my legs wider only for him to see my striking red panties again as I angled my pelvis to give him a better glimpse. "Tell your friends at work what a sick, controlling perv you are, following me like the guys you arrest." 

Walter put his elbows and forearms down on the desk interlocking his fingers, and leaning forward, his burly shoulders appearing even more intimidating. 

"I could tell them", he said in a calm voice, "but they'd see that the way you're behaving totally justifies it."

He knew exactly what I needed. I needed to be put in my place, but not by the cop. 

By the husband.

He made a show of glancing down my soaked panties, and he licked his lips, not entirely an act. I WAS delectable for him.

"The way I'm behaving?…" 

Fury simmered in my veins, my breath short and slightly heavy as Walter not only kept his cool but also visibly exhibited his raw sexual desire. It did nothing but made me want to grind myself on the chair.  

I shifted involuntarily, spreading my thighs even wider in a primal invitation for him to conquer my defenceless offering. I was like a soft little rabbit caged in a room with a big hungry wolf, and his hunger was for more than just food.

"How exactly am I behaving, detective?" I drawled, challenging him, unwilling to back down.

Walter shifted his eyes from my face to my spread legs, then looked back in my eyes. At the same time, he leaned back against the back-rest of the chair, arms crossed on his chest, his lax pose, implying that he was completely comfortable with what he was about to say.

"Like an attention-seeking, cock hungry whore," he stated in an even tone.

His words hit me like a slap on the face, whatever decency I had left was completely lost to me right now. I pushed myself up from the chair, causing it to fall behind me with a sharp echo. 

"Excuse me?!" I called out angrily, holding my cuffed fists against my chest, knuckles white with tension. 

"YOU ARE THE ONE ACTING LIKE A PERV STALKING ME AND MY FRIENDS!!!" I shouted and looked at the mirror, trying to peer through the people sitting in the room. 

"Yeah, you hear me? This is the man who should be under arrest!" 

Not thinking twice I climbed onto the desk and marched toward him, peeling my dress up my thighs, exposing myself above his face. 

"Tell them, tell them how much of a big fucking pervert you are, sitting in the dark and stalking women. Did you jack off in the patrol car thinking about this all night long?"

When I finished shouting and just stood on the desk panting, he slowly stood up, turned around and walked to the door. My heart dropped thinking he was leaving me here, but Walter only went to look the door. The clicking sound reverberated in my core, causing a spike of fear and adrenaline in me. 

He walked back to the desk, and quick as lightning, grabbed my hip and thigh and yanked me down. His powerful arms braced the impact so it won't hurt me, but the air was knocked out of my lungs. 

I was lying on the desk, knees drawn up, while Walter leaned above me, one of his palms on the desk next to my waist, the other grabbing one of my knees, and slowly trailing up on my thigh with an ominous caress.

"Now that you've informed them about what kind of man I am, I don't need to hold back, now do I?" he drawled, the hand reaching the apex of my thigh and his thumb sweeping against the wet fabric of my panties. 

The world turned black for a moment as the initial shock took over. My body was spasming with fear and as I regained my control over my muscles again my eyes floated to the huge windowed mirror.

A terrible chill coursed through me as I saw him hovering above me in our reflection. All big and burly, my protective husband looked like nothing but a large predator while I was his helpless victim, and the thought that people were watching us and not doing anything to stop him was horrifying.

His thumb caressed over my covered mount, making my whimper and shaking my head with protest.

"Stop…" I called out, my voice puny and weak as my lungs gave in. I held my cuffed wrists to my chest and stared at him begging. "Stop, they're watching, Walter!"

"You kept on throwing at me that you are my wife, demanding special treatment here," he said coldly as he grabbed the chain of my handcuffs, yanked it over my head and slammed it down to the table, forcing me to stretch my arms and arch my back meanwhile his other hand pulled the line of my wet panties aside, and to my utter horror and forbidden excitement he slowly, very slowly pushed a long thick finger inside me. 

"How's that for special treatment?" he drawled in a dark, lustful voice.

"Walter!!" I whispered urgently, shuddering across the desk while my body unwillingly pressed further into his finger by natural, primal instincts. My face rested to the side, and I glared at the mirror again. "Walter, please, don't! They're watching us!"

I was at a complete loss of power, bound, defeated, knowing very well he could do whatever he wanted, and I wouldn't even have a fighting chance. My body was taken captive by the forbidden desire, and I did all I could to mentally fight him. I tried to close my thighs around his arm and desperately kicked my legs while shooting my glossy gaze back at him. 

Walter pulled his finger out, causing my pelvis to lift as my pussy mourned the loss. He reached over my torso and pushed his wet finger in my mouth, pressing down my tongue with it, forcing me to taste myself. 

"Let them watch," he growled. He pulled his digit out and licked my wetness and saliva off it. He let go of the chain, and I pulled my arms back to my chest as I watched him sit down on his chair, pull my panties down and stuff it in his pocket. 

"Ready?"

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Glass Scientists (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edward Hyde/Dr. Robert Lanyon, Dr. Henry Jekyll/Dr. Robert Lanyon Characters: Dr. Henry Jekyll, Edward Hyde (The Glass Scientists), Dr. Robert Lanyon Additional Tags: Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Spanking Summary:

Lanyon found out about Hyde, and Henry's told him everything. It's time for Lanyon and Hyde to 'talk' out their remaining issues.

"You know he's too busy to fuck you."

Lanyon glared, Hyde smirked.

"Just saying." Hyde added with a shrug to rub it in. "You're better off moving on to someone else."

Lanyon was silent a moment, thinking before he spoke. Hyde raised a brow as Lanyon looked him over.

"You're him, right?" Lanyon asked finally. "Technically speaking. Same body and mind?"

Hyde rolled his eyes, and turned to hide the blush that was beginning to warm his face. "How are you still not getting it? You both had that long boring drunken talk all about it. You even cried, that was funny."

Lanyon gave a small smirk of his own, earning a glare from Hyde. "So you were watching."

Hyde fidgeted, this conversation not going remotely as planned. "So what? I only thought it would end in drunken sex, not be a snoozefest the entire time." Hyde stood up to glare at Lanyon more directly. "Fuck this! We all know how much you hate Mr. Edward Hyde!" He sneered, shoving his hand into Lanyons chest. "Because I'm the worst parts of him. You can pretend all you fucking want but you have never made your hatred for me a secret!"

Lanyon stumbled back as he was shoved, and caught Hyde's wrist before he could be shoved again. Lanyon smiled, further pissing off Hyde, who began trying to yank his hand out of Lanyon's grip. "That was before I even met you. Do you know how frustrated I was only ever hearing about you? Seeing only the damage you caused and never anything else?"

"Yeah? Well that's cause I hated you back! You just existed to ruin my fun, of course I would avoid you as much as possible!" Using Lanyon's grip on his wrist as leverage, he pulled the man closer. He grinned his best Spirit Of London grin, "I very much enjoyed torturing his psyche enough to let me out. I even sent him waking nightmares after you convinced him to sell me out!" Hyde felt his anger spike as Lanyon only laughed, and he raised his fist. Lanyon caught the hit before it could land, spun and pinned Hyde to the wall, smirking.

"What's so fucking funny!?" Hyde seethed as he struggled.

"Now that I know you, and who you are, I just realize that I was jealous. You were in his will, Rachel always spoke the world of you, and I only chose to see the destruction, that you thought you could do whatever you wanted, and fuck up anything Henry ever worked for. Now I know that it's much different. You have never had to deal with any consequences, have you?"

Hyde settled, fists clenched beside his head where Lanyon held him. He smirked. "That was Henry's job to deal with."

"Precisely what I thought." Lanyon said, moving his head closer. "It's time someone taught you a lesson." He said with a low tone into Hyde's ear. Hyde swallowed, his heart pounding as his anger was ripped from him in favor of a heat reminiscent of the night Lanyon first met him. He looked up and met Lanyon's piercing eyes, and pushed forward, pressing his lips to Lanyon's. The kiss was rough, but passionate as Lanyon reciprocated, pinning Hyde with the rest of his body as Hyde's heart pounded harder. He didn't have a chance to speak as Lanyon pulled away,  and yanked him from the wall by his wrists, shoving him against the work desk. Hyde pushed himself up against the desk to protest but was pushed forward, forced to bend over the desk. Lanyon leaned over him keeping one of Hyde's arms pinned behind his back, his breath tickling the back of Hyde's neck, eliciting a shiver. "Would you like to pay for your crimes Edward?" He whispered, "Or would you like to continue talking this out?"

Hyde squirmed under Lanyon, panting as he tried to keep up with the anger, and the arousal. Lanyon held him in place, waiting patiently for an answer. Hyde scowled as the urge to tell Lanyon to fuck off became a sole urge to tell Lanyon to fuck him . "Do your worst." Hyde consented with a snarl. Fucking was way more fun than talking anyway.

Lanyon began unbuckling his own belt with his free hand, and pulled it loose, ignoring Hyde's impatient squirming. He set the belt next to Hyde's head, just in view, as he then worked on undoing and pulling down Hyde's pants.

Hyde let out an anticipatory whine, giving no more fucks as he succumbed to lust.

“Not yet.” Lanyon said, earning a huff from the man under him. “I’m not going to just give you what you want. You’re going to take your punishment, and get what i’ll give you.” He grabbed the belt, and traced it over Hyde’s bare ass, a warning.

Hyde squirmed, “Get on with it you prat- ah!” He cried out as the belt was struck across his ass, and he felt Lanyon rub the sting away, before landing another strike, eliciting a hiss. “C’mon, you can hit harder than that.” Hyde taunted, smirking. As requested, the next hit had him yelling out. “Ah, hahh, shit.” Hyde panted, free hand gripping the edge of the desk.

Lanyon chuckled. “Just so you know, I do intend on wiping that smirk off your face.”

“I’d love to see you try Robert.” Hyde snarked, and cried out again as the belt cracked against his ass again. “Ghh! Hnn~”

“I see you looking in the mirror, Is he watching?” Lanyon asked, rubbing the sore spot, loving the way Hyde squirmed under his hand.

“Heh, you bet he is. Ghh, Bastard’s enjoying every-every second too.”

Lanyon leaned down again, “ Good .”

“Mmn, no-not fair! You-you both can't gang up on me like this! Gah!” Hyde cried out again at another crack of the belt.

“What is he saying?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know- Gahh! Shit! Ow! Okay!” Hyde cried out as Lanyon landed three consecutive strikes.

“Indeed I would.” Lanyon mused, as Hyde’s free hand rubbed his ass.

“He said...hhh, he said it's really hot to see us like this. You and your strong hands holding me down while I do nothing but squirm and shout." Hyde was blushing furiously as he spoke.

Lanyon set the belt down to run his finger through Hyde's wild hair. "Good boy." He praised.

"Excuse me?!" Hyde protested, his blush deepening, and his squirming resumed in ernest. "You do not get to treat me, The Spirit Of London At Night, like a dog ! Ow!" Hyde's tantrum was interrupted by another strike of the belt, and further resulting complaints were met with more.

Lanyon knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, his own arousal growing uncomfortable. "Enough of that." Lanyon ordered, striking again when Hyde continued to rant. "You know what, I'm going to strike you until you admit to being a good boy for me."

"Fuck you, like tha-Ah! Like that would even-OW! Shit, it's not going to work! Shit !" Hyde tried to resist, but the quicker hits just increased the pain, and soon he could barely stay in place on the desk, Lanyon even having to restrain both his arms to keep his hand from getting in the way of the belt. Hyde began to grimace, and yielded soon after. "Fuck, okay! Hhh okay I'm..."

Lanyon set down the belt, "Go on~" he prompted, smacking with his bare hand when Hyde hesitated too long.

"Ghh, i'magoodboy." Hyde mumbled, turning away and mouthing 'Not' to Jekyll.

“Was that so hard?” Lanyon purred as he pulled Hyde up by his arms, looping his belt around them to keep Hyde restrained. He leaned into Hyde's ear. " I know I am~"

Hyde moaned, and Lanyon pulled him close, wrapping an arm around Hyde's waist.

Hyde squirmed as Lanyon ran a hand up his shirt, feeling along his skin resulting in a slight ticklish sensation, and couldn't help but tilt his head as Lanyon began sucking a hickey into his neck.

Patience was an omitted word in Hyde's vocabulary, proven by needy noises and failed attempts to buck his restrained hips. "Too fucking slow!" He complained, tugging at the belt holding his arms behind his back, and fighting Lanyon's grip. " Get on with it!"

Lanyon tsked, "Forgotten who's in charge already, have you?" He asked as he unbuttoned Hyde's shirt idly.

Hyde hissed as Lanyon bit into his neck, the actions going straight to his groin. "Fuck!"

Lanyon began grinding against Hyde's ass, teasing while also indulging his own arousal. He groaned into Hyde's neck, taking in the moans and impatient grunts up close. Once he was sure a dark bruise (that no doubt would last a week) was formed on Hyde's neck, he pulled away, and began dragging him to Jekyll's bedroom, leaving his trousers and underwear. behind.

" Finally!" Hyde muttered despite making Lanyon have to drag him and throw him into the bed. Hyde grinned, laying on his side, as Lanyon began to remove his clothing, looking the man up and down hungrily. "...I agree, he should give us a little show."

Lanyon smirked, and slowed his movements, letting his sleeves fall into the crooks of his arms, showing off his shoulders as he unbuttoned the shirt and his cuffs. He shrugged out of the shirt, facing Hyde as he folded it, and set it aside. "How are your arms?" He asked, unbuttoning his pants and leaving himself bare.

Hyde rolled his eyes. "Fine, it's my ass that needs attention."

"Oh, does it?" Lanyon asked. "I can find another belt."

"You know what I mean!" Hyde protested."Stop fucking around and fuck me already!"

"Hmm, once again Edward, you are forgetting that you're completely at my mercy." Lanyon mused as he undressed completely and walked over to the bed, grabbing Hyde's arm to position him so he was laying on his back on the pillows. Straddling him, Lanyon pressed his lips against Hyde's once more, his hands trailing over Hyde's torso. Hyde returned the kiss with fervor, moaning as he tried to get Lanyon to move his hands lower, pushing his hips up to no avail.

"Do you really think you deserve to get what you want?" Lanyon asked, breaking the kiss and pinning down Hyde's hips.

Hyde glared, a whine escaping him. "I deserve whatever I want!"

Lanyon chuckled, rubbing Hyde's thighs. "How about this, I give you what I think you deserve, and you just lay here and take it until I'm ready to let you cum."

"Ha! I can handle anything you can do to me!" Hyde boasted, grinning.

"Can you? I guess we will have to see." Lanyon mused, before caressing Hyde's cheek. Just looking into his eyes reminded Lanyon just how much he fell in love with them.  "Beautiful." He murmured, leaning down.

"The fuck are you get-Mm!" Hyde's protest was cut off by Lanyon's gentle kiss. Lanyon's touches turned soft and gentle. The blush on Hyde's face brightened and he squirmed impatiently. He gave a few muffled protests that Lanyon ignored, so as an attempt to get Lanyon to be rough with him again, he bit at Lanyon's lips.

Lanyon hissed, jerking back at a particularly painful bite, holding his lip, and Hyde smirked. "Get on with it if you don't want to get bit." Hyde snarked, pushing his hips up.

Lanyon only chuckled, and grabbed Hyde by his hair to force his head to the side. Hyde let out a pleased little moan, only for it to turn into a frustrated whine as Lanyon began to kiss at his neck, leaving gentle little pecks along the sensitive part of Hyde's neck.

Hyde gave a frustrated groan, tugging against the belt holding his arms together and trying to turn his head. Lanyon only licked along the sensitive stripe of skin.

"Lanyon!" Hyde growled, impatience only growing, and his squirming shifted into struggling.

"Do you want me to stop?" Lanyon whispered, kissing Hyde's flushed cheek.

Hyde glared. "No, I want you to give me more!" He snapped. "I want you to have your fucking way with me, manhandle me, something! "

Lanyon brushed a strand of hair that stuck to Hyde's cheek, out of his face and around his ear, before kissing along Hyde's jawline.

"Hello!? Are you even listening!?" Hyde protested, continuing to struggle until Lanyon had to pin his shoulders down to avoid a collision between shoulder and lips.

Lanyon shoved down his frustration, used to the easy compliance he'd get from Jekyll. Instead, he just smirked down at the pissy man beneath him. "You expect me to give you what you want for misbehaving?" He asked in a low tone, smirking at the shiver that went through Hyde. "If you think acting up will give you what you want, then you're wrong. If you want something from me, you beg for it. And even then, I may just continue doing what I want."

Hyde opened his mouth to snap at Lanyon, but was foiled by the shot of arousal he got from Lanyon's words, and a moan escaped instead.

"That's more like it. Now be a good boy and take what I give you." Lanyon ordered, before moving to kiss at Hyde's collarbone.

Hyde huffed through his nose, lying still for only a moment as he tried to keep his anger in place, and to fight the thoughts asking why Lanyon was even being gentle with him in the first place. He glanced at the mirror, and knew Jekyll was thinking the same. It seems they both expected rough play, and were trying to figure out why.

Hyde flinched as Lanyon moved lower, kissing at his ribs, and Lanyon paused. "Did I hurt you?" He asked.

Hyde shook his head with a pout. "I wish you did." He huffed. "Instead of stopping yet again. Spare me the welfare checks and hurry up! I've been hard for ages and you're taking your sweet fucking time!"

"So you are enjoying the soft treatment." Lanyon mused smugly, as if he couldn't feel the occasional twitch as he ran his hands over Hyde's body or licked at one of Hyde's sweet spots. Same body, same sensitivities.

Hyde's reactions may have been different than Jekyll's, but the way Hyde turned away from Lanyon and mirror after every soft moan that escaped every time Lanyon pulled a gentle shiver from a soft touch here, a light lick there.

Jekyll was ticklish, so it made sense that Hyde was too.

Lanyon teased at Hyde's ribs, the man below's argument dying as he squirmed, subtley trying to move from the ticklish sensations as Lanyon went over them.

Finally, just before Lanyon moved to kiss at his hips, Hyde had enough. "Stop!" He shouted, Lanyon sitting up at the shout to meet the furious eyes. "What the fuck are you even doing!? Stop being so gentle, and-and soft and ghhh it's driving me crazy! You're taking forever! You're supposed to be rough, make me bleed! Bite and scratch and beat me! Why the fuck do you insist on dragging this out when you can get us both off and be done with this!?" Hyde ranted, jerking furiously against his restraints.

Lanyon caressed Hyde's cheek, keeping it in place despite Hyde's petulant attempts to bite him. "When was the last time you were cared for? Really cared for."

Hyde switched to confusion, surprising Lanyon by thinking about the question. "Wha-what do you mean? I don't need to be cared for, I can care for myself!"

"I'm sure you can. You're a capable man. But I mean really cared for."

Hyde found himself unable to answer, and he squirmed in place, unable to look at Lanyon nor the mirror.

"Not even Jekyll has treated you this gently, has he? I know that man is terrible at caring for himself, so I know it must extend to you."

Hyde began to fight to sit up as a new emotion grew suddenly, and he glanced at the mirror to see Jekyll failing to hide his guilt and shame. "I-I don't..." Damn his tongue. Too many things too feel at once. He snatched his frustration back to glare back at Lanyon. "I am a creature of the night, I don't deserve  soft treatment!"

"Mm, see, that's where I disagree." Lanyon hummed, helping Hyde sit up while staying straddled. "I think you need someone telling you they forgive you. That you deserve kindness. And a gentle touch." Lanyon wrapped his arms around Hyde in an embrace, and resumed gentle kisses to Hyde's neck as he spoke.

Hyde was stunned. He didn't know how to react other than a soft shiver as his neck was kissed. His chest tightened and he squirmed in Lanyon's arms, but had no protests left. It felt...nice. Hyde found himself relaxing despite his constant arousal.

Lanyon drew out several more moans from Hyde as he continued the gentle foreplay a bit longer, before finally giving in to his own need, before grabbing the lube and spreading Hyde's legs.

Hyde bucked his hips impatiently, "Yes yes finally! Please just let me cum." He begged, though trying to sound pissed. It wasn't fair how nice it felt to be touched so gently. Even as Lanyon began to work him open, instead of just shoving himself in like Hyde was quite used to.

Hyde actually cried out sensitively when Lanyon flipped him over and pushed inside him, and leaned forward to press gentle kisses onto his neck. To say he was lost in pleasure would be an understatement. He was so used to one night flings and rough, kinky sex. He wasn't used to...feelings, and gentle touches, and how much he didn't want to admit just how good it felt.

His climax came slow, but it lasted longer than Hyde expected. Next thing he knew he was waking up in Lanyon's arms, untied and wrapped in a blanket.

Lanyon stroked Hyde's hair as the man came to. "You okay? You were crying by the end there." He asked, smiling when Hyde grumbled and actually snuggled closer.

"I don't cry."

"Sure you don't."

"But it...may have been...a decent time." Hyde said, sounding like the words physically burned to say.

Lanyon chuckled. "Next time we can go rough if you want. I know that you might like it better that way."

"I mean...once in a while...maybe, we can...do it likethisagain.." Hyde admitted.

Lanyon smiled. "My pleasure."

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smut prompts #1, 9, 10 & 23.

ao3 request: Ok! Prompts 1, 9, 10, and 23 all combined into one request! So this takes place, if possible, in the movie, Under the Red Hood. Red Hood has a partner, who like him, has a deep grudge against Joker for killing her family and has decided to kill bad guys alongside him. His partner, the reader, is mainly a sniper, and they have spent a long time together, fighting side by side. But, during a mission, the reader screwed up badly, allowing not only some major baddie to escape, but abandoning her task of shooting him in order to save Red Hood. This angered him, so he decides to “punish” her. Could you also make the reader like a very quiet person? She’s basically like Sinon from SAO.

prompts:

1: “Don’t tell me what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom.”

9: “1, 2, I’m going to fuck you.”

10: “The cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise.”

23: “Stop talking and put it in your mouth already.”

smut prompts are from here

warnings: smut → use of handcuffs  // fem!reader // mentions of violence / injury.

word count: 1,482

Kinktober has finished, so the prompts are no longer in use, but thanks so much for participating!!

requests for normal fluffs and smuts are still open!

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You and Jason were the definition of partners in crime. You’re the snipper and he’s the fighter. Works hand-in-hand and anyone would say so themselves. Both having come from difficult pasts and a troubling trauma that resulted from the Joker brutally murdering both your family and Jason’s family, you and Jason were bound by souls.

Tonight is no different than any other night. As per Black Mask’s request, an assassin was send your way. It was an easy fight; both you and Jason put your forces together and fought like no other. Kicks and punches were thrown, grunts of pain from the asshole were heard, and profanities were hurled between all of you. You and Jason were winning. Right up until Jason got injured. Bad. You stand still, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot the asshole that you and Jason were fighting but you can’t. Not when you can hear him groaning in pain, fighting both hands around his leg to stop the bleeding. The asshole had manage to slice through Jason’s suit while gashing his leg open in the process.

“[y/n] shoot him!” Jason yells, noticing you completely frozen in place; torn between shooting or saving.  

“I-“ you stutter, eyes glistening with tears. But it’s too late. The assassin ran in the opposite direction and took a sharp right turn into a dark alley. Running over to Jason, you crouch down and wrap his arm around your neck to help him stand up. Jason, however, swats your hand away. He struggles to stand on his feet. Even though you can’t see his face through his mask, you new he looks like hell; eyes probably puffy, skin marked with defeated bruises, and blood boiling with rage. He limps to the car, ignoring your pleas for him to stop and just talk to you for a minute.

“Jason, I’m sorry!” You exclaim in a whimper. Jason doesn’t respond. His rage radiates off him and it feels even worse in the car; the confined space makes the rage ricochet off the inside of the car and strangle you.

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Jason still hadn’t said a word to you even when you got back to his apartment. He slams the bathroom door shut and you can hear him rustling around the first aid box. You stand in front of the door and wait for him. Stings of curses and hisses can also be heard from him as he wraps a bandage around his leg. After a while of fixing himself up, he suddenly opens the door and both of you gasp lightly in shock. You notice how he took his suit off and he’s standing before you in sweatpants he had left in the bathroom.

“Jay, we should talk about this,” You say, but he just pushes past you. “Jason!” He turns around and looks you dead in the eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom.” His tone is sharp and direct, and just from that, you know you’re in for it now.

“I’m gonna count to 3 and you’re gonna do exactly as I say,” J instructs.

“Or what?” you challenge, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jason begins counting slowly, taking a step forward with each word he spoke. “1,2, I’m gonna fuck you.”  You swallow, looking into his eyes and watching as his eyes grow dark with lust.

“I want you to strip for me right here,” he instructs for the second time tonight. You do as you’re told and slowly strip out of your suit and panties.

“Good girl,” J says lowly, planting a soft kiss on your lips as a reward. Picking you up, he carries you to the bedroom and slams you down against the mattress, causing you to let out a yelp and a giggle. You sit on the edge of the bed and bite your lip as you impatiently wait for Jason to undress out of his sweatpants. You can feel both your mouth beginning to water as he positions himself between your legs. Hooking your fingers in the material of his boxers, you pull them down while making eye contact with him. Just from eye contact alone, not to mention the fact that the rage is still boiling from inside him, the atmosphere in the room was thick and intense. Fiery, yet ardent.

“J, I  still think we should talk about this,” you reiterated from before.

“Stop talking and put it in your mouth already,” Jason growls, snaking a hand around to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You don’t say another word and get to work; swirling your tongue around his tip and feeling wetter by the second with every grunt and groan that comes from his pretty lips. Your hands place themselves flat against his hips to hold yourself up and your mouth takes him as far as you can. Jason moans as your head bobs up and down his cock, his head rolling back and the grip on your hands growing tighter.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he moans. Coming up for air, you swirl around his cock and lick up the shaft. Jason pulls you back and yanks on your hair so you could look up at him.

“Don’t you dare fucking tease me,” Jason shot angrily. Using your hair as leverage, he holds you still as he fucks into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, but of course you don’t mind. Without warning, J pulls out of your mouth and orders you to lie down. You did as you were told and waited for him, watching curiously and almost wearily as he shuffles through the wardrobe. Jason pulls out a pair of handcuffs and your stomach nearly dropped. You’re in deep shit and he knows you know it. The smug smirk on his lips makes your eyes roll and a whine slip from your lips.

“Jason, I’ll be good I promise,” you protest.

“If you were good, you would’ve killed that asshole instead of helping me,” he retaliated back in a jarring tone. He grabs your wrist tightly and cuffs it to the bedpost.

“I said I was sorry,” you whine, trying to wriggle your other hand out of his grip despite knowing it was no use. He cuffs your hand to the other bedpost and shuffling down the bed to settle himself between your thighs.

“J, please, is this really necessary?” You ask, tugging on the cuffs.

“The cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise,” he directs before thrusting two fingers into your pussy. You moan almost instantly from how good his fingers felt; the way he’d switch between thrusting them fast to slow and how’d curl his fingers on the spot that made you scream his name. God he really knows how to work his fingers and he damn well knows it, judging by the way the snarking smirk is plastered on his face in this very moment. He takes his fingers away and  rolls on a condom before lining himself up and pushing in slowly.

“J, please,” you beg, rocking your hips against his. Jason sits up on his knees and wraps your legs around his waist while he holds your hips up. He takes advantage of this new angle and begins pounding into you; his cock slamming as hard as it can into you, making the headboard slam into the wall with each thrust. Moans and grunts, mixed with skin slapping against skin and the cuffs scraping against the bed posts create a hotter and more intimate atmosphere. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you’re still cautious of his injury. It almost seems the pleasure overtook the pain and he had forgotten about the wound on his leg.

You could tell he was close; the way his breathing quickened, the grip on your hips grew tighter and his thrusts gets messier.

“you gonna cum, baby?” You ask, feeling your own high approach you.

“shit, baby,” was all he can master up. Jason brings his hand down and his thumb begins circling your clit, making you feel like your on cloud-9.

“Jason,” you whimper and go to grip his wrists, but of course, you’re restrained by the cuffs which you almost forgot where there. “Fuck!” You moan loudly as you feel the cord beginning to snap from inside you. Your walls begin pulsing around his cock as you came, a string of moans and profanities spill from your lips. Jason thrusts harder and lets out a groan and a small “fuck” as he cums.

Jason slowly pulls out, wincing at the pain that has come back to his leg. He disposes the condom before lying down next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper against his chest.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll get him next time.”

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